#<- throwing that in here cause idk man. reach i guess

[hollowflight-propaganda]

Me: has my sixth sudden crying spell of the week

Also me: "yeah but I'm probably not ACTUALLY depressed"

[back-alley-goatboy]

Well, as its Ghosts season 5 eve, I think its about time I give my final theories to how The captain and Kitty die.

Idk if promo pics count as spoilers, but they are below the cut

Starting with Kitty. Honestly, I think its going to be either food poisoning or an allergic reaction from the pineapple, but it will be spurred on by Eleanor.

I mean, look how much fun Kitty is having, she's laughing with everyone, and Eleanor looks so damn salty and jealous.

I mean, we know she isn't above trying to make Kitty sick (the warm oysters), plus we have seen kitty throw up as a ghost. I imagine the party would eat the pineapple, it begins to make Kitty ill and Eleanor would notice and would make a game of it. Something along the lines of "oh its horrid, lets see who can eat the most", expecting her to throw up and embarrass herself, not die.

Im leaning more towards food poisoning because chances are that pineapple would be rotten as hell by the time it reaches the Uk in the georgian era via boat.

Above all, I want to see kitty realise that Eleanor was a bitch and start unpacking that trauma. Bonus points for genuine kitmas bonding over the fact their familes are terrible.

Second of all, The Captain. Whoo boy I have feelings about this one, its a much less solid theory but it makes sense.

We all know the beloved cracked mirror in the intro but it got me thinking, what if its a metaphor for a broken image?

We all know Cap is big on appearances, but in the promo pics we see him looking like hes getting grilled by the general (wiki told me the red bits mean general, dont quote me though, also, stick my beloved).

Ever since Redinng weddy, I have wondered if Cap was ordered to bury the bomb. I doubt it considering its active explosives in someones back garden so I came to the conclusion that the "letter/operation william plans" were actually letters and Cap buried them with the bomb to keep them safe. But then, a suposedly important Government secret operation goes walkies? Thats a situation right there.

What if, after getting his medals, the general complains that he isnt worthy of them/is a spy or german ect (some Havers is a spy theory here, I dont love it but it would make some sense in this context) and it kind of adds up too much, so the other soldiers try and get rid of him. If a fight was to break out it would explain why he has the stick, he grabbed it out the general's hand trying to defend himself. Similarly, the draw opening in the intro could be someone grabbing a stashed away gun, causing panic (maybe cap finally got his service revolver). We also know a man was murdered in the library (said by Robin in the little promo film), I can only imagine it was teased because it was relevant.

Obviously this is a less solid theory but it would explain the weird expressions in the promo pics and tbh Im biased towards the Cap was murdered theory. Hypothetically, it could also be why he only wants to be known as The Captain, if the General tried to revoke his title after he got his medals.

Also Lord Brigadier Sir Anthony Bartholemew Raisinby Jones mayhaps?

I mean regardless of what happens,they are my babies and im going to go feral. I guess we just have to wait and see.

[fallout4-reacts]

Forgive me Father for I have sinned but the Kellogg one inspired some bad thoughts in me.

Would you feel comfortable doing companions react to Sole romancing Kellogg -because of reasons idk- ?

I'm sorry for the delay… let's just say that sometimes life throws us hardships that are beyond our ability to convey

But, in any case, here it is! I hope you enjoy my interpretation of the companions reactions!

Kellogg: Because the world is a nasty place, I do horrible things. My mother's first true present to me was a gun, and the first lesson I learned in life was that the world would not take care of me if I couldn't take care of myself. There was truth in what she said. But I believe she secretly hoped I would kill my father. No, I didn't. It was the first time I had to confront guilt, and it took a long time for me to sort it out. I felt guilty that I couldn't shield her from my father. Then I was unable to protect my wife and child. I guess I reached a point where I couldn't go back, so I just moved on. I have no justification other than having made my way with what I knew.

Sole: But now... What if we could provide you a new home, a place in the sun, an ideal environment where you could make a difference, where you could protect people who deserve it rather than killing them? Which one would you choose?

Kellogg: Do you know that you're really something special?

Sole: One thing is certain: I believe that everyone deserves a second chances. I believe that if you agree to follow me, we might be able to change the world. You can do it. If you really want to, you can undo all the horrors you've caused.

[… ]

Kellogg: Another great day in the glorious land of sun and sugar of Sole Survivor.

Sole: It was an exciting adventure. When I think of how stupid these folks felt they could get away with murdering so many people.

Kellogg: No mention of a chance to shine in the world for them, huh?

Sole: No. They weren't paying attention. But you paid attention to me. You did it.

Kellogg: How can I say no when such an awesome person is bringing the message?

Sole: Enough to desire to spend your life with?

Kellogg: Beg your pardon?

Sole: You took away my better half; I believe it is past time for you to make things right.

Kellogg: Is that your proposal?

Cait : "NO! It's bad enough that you're dragging your husband's killer along with us; you're not actually asking him to be your love?"

"He proved his worth; he proved his determination to make amends. He saw no other solution than the one he learned about, but when one was provided to him, he accepted it and became a better man. Much good."

"You are completely sick!"

"Perhaps, but I love this man, and you're not going to change whatsoever."

"Maybe I can't change it, but I don't have to stay to see it!"

Codsworth : "Mum/Sir, I understand your desire to see the world in its brightest light, but wouldn't it be healthier to think a little bit before uniting your life with his?"

"Cods, I know it may appear twisted when viewed coldly, but let me explain how I see things; whether good or evil, people are easily blinded. They create tales to excuse their behaviour. Kellogg never lied, never concealed the monster he was, and never hid his face. Despite having done bad things in the past, he is the most honest person I've ever encountered. I'll never be fearful of him deceiving me, hiding facts from me, or acting behind my back. When he does evil, he just confesses it, but since he's been travelling with me, he's been doing good, which is nice... and I love him."

"God. If that's what you desire, who am I to tell you how to live your life? Is he drinking his coffee at the same temperature as you?"

Curie : "It's fascinating to see people interact. This man murdered your spouse, and you want to replace your loss with the same man within a few months."

"He is a man of integrity and honesty, Curie. Yes, he committed evil, but he did not disguise it. That, I believe, is what melted my heart."

"The harm he cause?"

"His sincerity, but more importantly, his integrity. They are not common in the world."

"I understand now. And I understand how you feel. Indeed, being an honest ex-murderer is preferable to being an adorable guy who hides his worst face."

"Exactly."

Danse (Post-BB) : "I am aware that you have a twisted tolerance for the actions and natures of others, but this is even beyond my comprehension, even from you."

"You don't get it, Danse. Kellogg is a complete, honest individual who does not hide anything. He has never lied about his true nature. Concerning his activities, it's not like the Maxsons and Fathers of the world, who pretend to be doing good by committing atrocities."

"Unfortunately, I suppose I grasp your point. But to the extent that you've fallen in love with it?"

"The heart is unpredictable. I have a strong preference towards honesty. That's one of the reasons I admire you as a companion."

"All right, let's be straightforward: please do not send me a wedding invitation. Now I'll tend to my armor, and you should take care not to get yourself killed."

"With Kellogg watching my back, I'm confident it won't happen."

"I guess."

Deacon : "I've seen some bizarre things, but this one..."

"I understand that the presence of the Institute's finest assassin circling us may make you anxious, but— 

"No, I saw and understood. I'm not a moron. Neither do I have any reason to disbelieve you, or him. No, what bothers me is that you fell in love with the man who murdered your spouse."

"It's just that I'm trying to put everything behind me. Things aren't as they used to be, and the odds were stacked against us. Kellogg made the correct decision. He seized the opportunity to rebuild the world with me. And I want to reshape the world alongside him."

"You're the boss. Was I supposed to bring cyanide or rat poison as a wedding gift?"

"I'd like some cyanide. More radical."

Dogmeat : Kellogg has a special knack to find the best dog food cans. He also makes Sole happy. Dogmeat adores Kellogg.

Elder Maxson : "From a strategic standpoint, it was a brilliant benefactor tactic to recruit the assassin working for your worst enemy to your cause, but falling in love with him?"

"He is the most truthful and honest man who walks this earth."

"He's no longer a real man. He belongs to the abomination kin rather than the human species."

"It's a good thing it's not your call."

"As far as I'm concerned, if you're able to integrate the Institute and defeat that foe, you're free to sleep with whomever you want... except a ghoul. Never sleep with a ghoul."

Hancock is gradually retreating.

Hancock : Well, ditching the past is like second nature to me. I ain't saying I can dig it, but I can dig it. Nah, I can't dig it. I would never have snitched to my bae's killer. Is he a good lay?"

"Hancock…"

Nah, but what I'm sayin' is, if this is really the fuckin' century's fuck... I mean, ya know, as partners, we gotta share everything. Even chillin'. Together. He bangs good?"

"Hancock!"

"Sister/Brother, does he make you scream his name so loud that everyone in Sanctuary knows he's hitting hard?"

"Does that mean you accept my alliance with Kellogg?"

"Honey, I'm gonna be your bro of honour. Does he bang good?"

Gage : "A man like that as the tender half of the Overboss? Gangs will never dare strike against you. Everything else is out of my hands. If the job is done well, you can fuck molerats; that's none of my business."

MacCready : "…"

"Say something!"

"…"

"Mac!"

The mercenary examines Sole meticulously.

"I felt like I had my boss in front of me, but this person who dresses the same as them has just told me that they are going to marry the murderer of their spouse."

Sole sighs deeply, rubbing their temples to ward off the impending headache.

"Kellogg is so much more than my husband's killer, and you know it."

"But, above all, he is the murderer of your husband."

"If I decide to go over it, who are you to oppose?"

"I make no objection! I doubt your sanity, but I'm not going to argue. So long as he doesn't mess with my pay..."

"No one will be touching your caps."

"Then you can marry whoever you want!"

Nick : "I'm done"

Sole can argue, debate, and explain, but Nick continues to walk towards Diamond City unconcerned

"Niiiiiiiiiick!"

"You have your assassin to lead you to the Institute and find your son; you no longer need me."

"Nick! You're not simply helpful; you're also my friend!"

The synth abruptly spins on his heels and stares at Sole.

"And your friend has one last warning for you: smother your husband's murderer in your sheets, or you'll wake up with that man's dagger in your throat one day. You can come and find me if you live to this day and slice his throat back."

Sole sighs despondently.

"You're going to tell me that everyone you help, all the clients you've reached out to, all the things you've done, you've only done for the holiest of human beings?"

Nick pauses for a bit before sighing.

"Listen, I'm not claiming to be a moral angel, but he murdered your spouse. This is the man who stole your life!"

"And he's helping me in bringing her back! He never pretended to be anything other than himself; he never lied; and he never attempted to abuse anyone. Okay, he didn't have a decent policy! Okay, he had a nasty boss who asked him to do horrible things in a horrible world! But he leaped at the chance to try anew. Is he less valuable than Strong, Cait, or Danse?"

"Don't bring the Brotherhoods back to the mat, or else I'll leave even faster."

"He's been doing really good for months!"

"He has been doing evil for years! Where has the justice gone?"

Sole pauses, then crosses their arms and stares at Nick.

"Is it a question of justice? Is it justice of the old or new world?"

Nick pauses, rubbing his neck in discomfort. Then, after a long pause in which Sole tries to let him consider everything, he appears to submit to the arguments.

"I… I guess I'm starting to get it. I mean, I'll never understand why you fell in love with him, but I see where you're going. Okay. After all, it's not my job to tell you who you can or cannot sleep with."

Piper : (sorry for the cliché) "WOW! I mean... WOW! Wow, wow, wow. You're the only one who can tell me such twisted, twisting stories! I saw the following headlines: The husband of the Sole Survivor is the man who murdered their spouse."

"Do you realise that not everything in life is an article?"

"Let me get the shock as best I can!"

"All right, so what time is the interview?"

Preston : Preston stands there staring at Sole for a long while without saying anything. Sole can't help but feel a little uneasy. They begin to waddle from one foot to the other, hanging their heads in shame they did not expect to feel. They showed up to inform Preston as a fact: "We eat mirelurk for dinner; there is no more ammunition in the Zimonja outpost; this hat fits you very well, I'll marry Kellogg." But Preston is now stuck in a long-lasting silence. He merely stares at Sole, not showing any emotion.

"Look, I… I need to get back in a moment, so if you could—

"Kellogg. Is that the man who murdered your spouse?"

It's a reaction. Sole didn't believe they'd get any more. They're overjoyed.

"I know it sounds strange—

"What's even more strange is that I am compelled to accept your judgement. You've done well thus far, and I can't deny that Kellogg has been a huge help to us. How can you possibly fall in love with him? I'm not sure. But I was already missing it when you brought him along. At this point, what is one more or less step on the verge of insanity."

The Minutemen's Colonel shrugs his shoulders.

"I will kill him if he betrays us or poses a threat to us. And I shall kill you."

He moved away without adding anything, taking a quiet step towards his guard station while whistling. Sole let out a sigh. Surely, that's the best reaction they could expect from Preston.

Strong : “Human strong, human good warrior. Human take you spouse. Human became spouse. I get it.”

X6-88 : "I am unable to adequately describe how much I agree with your pragmatic decision and how impressed I am with your order of precedence. This individual is a tremendous asset to the organisation, and I have no doubt that he will never compromise you. Sincerely, I admire your commitment to the Institute and confidence in one of its greatest components. Your denial of his past actions demonstrates your elegance, and it will be a privilege to be associated with you indefinitely."

[guizh0ng]

Remember

Chapter 15: Jokes on You

(TW: Rushed and idk I'm confused too)

As the laughter and taunts subsided, Felìx finally released his grip on Espen's shoulders, his mocking laughter giving way to a final chuckle of triumph.

He strolled back to his seat, his confidence undiminished, and propped his feet up against the table, a smirk playing on his lips.

The air in the room still buzzed with the remnants of his victory, the echoes of his comments lingering in the minds of the spectators.

His tone shifts back to a more business-like demeanour as he reminds Espen of the agreement, "Well, Bishop, our game is up. You fell for the Old Maid once, twice, and then thrice. And now it's time for you to honour your end of our bargain"

"Wait." As Espen muttered quietly, the sound barely reaching Felìx's ears, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

Felìx glances her up and down, his tone dripping with disbelief, "'Wait,' you say? Hmm, now what's this about? You're not stalling, are you? Because let me tell you, sweetheart, that ain't gonna work on m–"

"Let's play one more round." Espen caught him off guard, interrupting him before he could fully process her words.

The audacity of her request caused him to chuckle and throw his head back, the sound tinged with amusement and disbelief.

"Another round, huh?" As Felìx glanced at Espen, he noticed that her gaze was shifted from the ground.

Instead, she was now looking at him from a lower angle, her eyes meeting his in a slightly different perspective.

He couldn't help but take note of the change in her demeanour, wondering what had prompted this newfound confidence or defiance in her.

"You've got some nerve, I'll give you that. But let me ask you this, darling: why in the world would I ever agree to play another round with you? You've already lost twice, remember? Or has the memory already faded?" Felìx shifted his gaze, straightening his head and sitting upright across from Espen.

Espen leans in ever-so-slightly, her eyes locking onto Felìx's with a hint of calculation in her gaze.

With a soft, yet serious tone, she offers a new deal, "How about this, then? If I manage to avoid the Old Maid for another round, I'll not only share information but do something for you. Anything you wish, within reasonable limits, of course. How's that sound?"

Espen leaned forward, her words reaching Felìx's ears, presenting her proposal with a hopeful expression.

The sound of his laughter filled the room, a cruel mockery directed at her audacious offer.

Felìx's malicious amusement echoed through the space, his enjoyment derived from those consumed by the vices of gambling, sinking deeper and deeper into despair and foolishness.

He found pleasure in their desperation, relishing the idea that they would willingly continue, even when all hope seemed lost.

He leans back in his chair, a sly smile playing on his lips.

He regards her with a mixture of mockery and intrigue, "Oh, Bishop, you really are a piece of work. Here you are, losing twice in a row, and yet you still think you have something to offer me. It seems you're just as naive as you look. But you know what? I do love people like you, foolish enough to gamble away even more than they already have"

Felìx's cunning smile faded, replaced by a more intense gaze as he leaned closer to Espen.

His expression hardened, his eyes locking onto hers with a mix of intrigue and menace.

The distance between them lessened, creating an intimate yet threatening atmosphere as he closed the gap, "You know what? I guess I'm a 'bit' of a gambling man myself. Let's do it. One final round, and if you manage to avoid the Old Maid, you'll do me a favor. Anything I wish, within reason. Deal?"

"Deal."

Felìx's fingers snapped, and the dealer wasted no time in approaching, responding swiftly to his command.

With a swift nod, Felìx issued his instruction, commanding the dealer to rearrange the deck of cards, preparing for the final round.

The room seemed to hold its breath, the anticipation hanging in the air as the deck was shuffled and the stage was set for the last showdown.

Felìx fixed his gaze upon Espen as the final round drew near, taking a moment to observe her demeanor.

Her closed eyes and furrowed eyebrows indicated a deep concentration, her thoughts clearly engaged in some form of contemplation.

Felìx couldn't help but wonder about what could be going through that pretty little head of hers, curiosity stirring within him as he studied her focused expression, unable to shake the thought that even though she was his newest victim, she certainly was a captivating one.

He couldn’t help but consider the diverse tactics his past opponents had attempted in their desperate attempts to claw their way back into the game.

Some tried to flee in the midst of the match, while others attempted to manipulate him using seduction (even men) or threats.

Yet, regardless of their methods, none had succeeded in eluding his control or avoiding defeat.

He chuckled inwardly, confident in his ability to maintain the upper hand no matter what tricks she attempted to pull.

He couldn't help but think, what tactic would Espen use in this final stand?

Would she resort to something he hadn't experienced yet, or would she follow the same path as those before her, ultimately leading to her inevitable downfall?

Whatever it is, he hopes she'll entertain him at the least.

The time for the final round will soon come.

Espen, now standing straight on her back, squared her shoulders as she prepared herself for the challenge.

Felìx, on the other hand, dug into his suit pocket and retrieved another cigarette, placing it between his lips before flicking open his lighter and igniting the end.

As the cherry burned and the smoke began to waft, he casually propped his feet upon the table, assuming an air of nonchalance and control.

The final round begins.

As the players picked up their cards, Felìx clutched his cards for the final round, he was relieved to find that he didn't have the dreaded Old Maid in his hand again.

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as the thought of an easy victory crossed his mind.

With this advantage, he felt confident that this round would be a breeze, another testament to his dominance over the game.

As Felìx's gaze shifted to Espen once more, he couldn't help but notice a change in her demeanor.

There was an unexpected air of confidence and strength about her, her eyes fixed on him from that familiar downward angle.

However, it didn't take long for Felìx to dismiss the thought, attributing it to the shifting winds or any other insignificant factor.

After all, there was no way she could possibly match his experience and cunningness in this game.

"You don't mind if I go first, do you? I like to get a feel for things before diving in" His eyebrows raised in mocking concern.

Espen regards Felìx with a small, sarcastic smirk as she replied with a hint of dry wit, "By all means, Felìx. I'm all too happy to let you go first. Go gently on me now, won't you?"

Before Felìx could turn his gaze towards the crowd behind Espen, a sudden move dawned upon him.

Instead of holding her cards with the face towards herself, she had her cards facing downward, resting on the table.

Felìx's heart skipped a beat, a flash of shock briefly crossing his face before he quickly composed himself.

Realizing that he had almost slipped, Felìx shook off the momentary loss of control, reminding himself not to reveal his emotions to Espen.

It was crucial that he maintained his composure and kept his thoughts concealed.

The realization that Espen's cards were now face down sent a wave of uncertainty through Felìx's mind.

Without being able to see what cards she held, it made it difficult for him to determine which one to pick from her deck, all the while avoiding the dreaded Old Maid.

Felìx's thoughts raced as he tried to mentally assess the situation and calculate the best course of action.

He knew that any wrong move could spell defeat for him, so he needed to choose carefully, for once in his whole lifetime of gambling.

Looks like he has to rely on his luck once more.

"Ah, still having trouble deciding, are we, Felìx? Can't find the perfect pair to pick?" Espen's unexpected comment caught Felìx off guard, her teasing tone causing his eyes to twitch involuntarily.

Despite the brief moment of irritation, Felìx managed to hold onto his cool demeanor, plastering a smile on his face and allowing only a slight bristle of annoyance.

He wasn't about to let Espen rattle him, no matter how much confidence she expressed.

Not Ever.

"Oh, please. I'm not struggling, just taking my time. Can't rush perfection, darling." With a flicker of annoyance in his voice, Felìx hastily selected a card from Espen's deck, his actions betraying his inner unease.

As he revealed the card he had chosen, a wave of relief washed over him.

However, that relief was short-lived as he can't celebrate too early ironically, he found himself holding the 'Baker Benny' card, pairing it with one from his own deck.

Now it was Espen's turn to choose from Felìx's deck as he stared at her impatiently.

Time seemed to stretch on infinitely as Felìx was forced to watch Espen carefully study his cards, her indecision testing his thinning patience.

It seemed as if she was deliberately prolonging the game, testing him by switching positions and taking her time to make a choice.

The clock was ticking, and Felìx's frustration grew with each passing second.

He clenched the cigarette in his hand, throwing it away, biting back a frustrated huff.

He hated being toyed with, especially by someone who clearly had no right to be as brazen as she was being.

"Oh, come on! Hurry up and pick a card already. You're killing me here! Quit changing your mind and just make a choice!" Felìx's composure was beginning to unravel, the tension and irritation mounting within him.

With a forced smile still plastered on his face, he couldn't help but let out a sharp exclamation, his eye involuntarily twitching.

He wanted to remain in control, to maintain his cool facade, but Espen's deliberate stalling was fraying his nerves.

It was getting difficult to keep his emotions under wraps.

Espen says with a hint of sarcasm, "Oh, I'm so sorry for taking a moment to consider my decision! I wouldn't want to inconvenience you, now would I?"

Espen's smirk only served to exacerbate Felìx's irritation as she continued to toy with his patience.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she pretended to carefully weigh her options, further prolonging her decision-making process.

Felìx's annoyance mounted each second, his composure slipping as he fidgeted impatiently.

Finally, when she finally picked a card, Felìx couldn't hide his relief.

However, as she paired her card with the 'Milkman Mo', his irritation returned with a vengeance.

He waited that long just for her not to have the Old Maid.

Awesome.

As it was Felìx's turn once more, Espen finally raised her cards, finally holding them for him to see.

As Felìx was about to glance at the crowd behind Espen, a look of smug satisfaction beginning to creep onto his face, he was once again interrupted by her.

Espen holds up the cards, pointing to the card on the left, with a smirk on her face, "Come on, Felìx. This one's a no-brainer. Just pick the card on the left, won't you?"

Felìx couldn't understand why Espen would suddenly offer him the answer to winning.

It seemed like a risky strategy, telling him which card to pick.

Was she truly being honest?

Was there something more behind her words?

Felìx's thoughts raced, trying to decipher her motives.

He looked at the crowd behind her, noticing their gestures and their agreement with her choice which further muddied the waters..

It only furthered his suspicion.

The possibility of his own lackeys turning against him was unsettling, and Felìx began to question the loyalty of those around him.

He gritted his teeth, his annoyance now blending with a hint of paranoia.

Felìx came to a grim realization, one that left a bitter taste in his mouth.

The world around him was filled with treachery and deception, afterall he's in a gambling den.

He couldn't trust anyone, even those who were supposed to be his allies.

Instead, he plastered on a smooth smile and turned his gaze towards Espen.

In that moment, his confidence returned, albeit laced with a new sense of jaded cynicism, "Nice try, Bishop, but you're not going to fool me. I see right through your tricks. I'll pick my own damn card, thank you very much"

With a sudden movement, Felìx reached out and snatched a card from Espen's hand, a smug smile upon his face.

However, when he glanced down at the card, the victorious grin faded from his lips.

Instead, a look of surprise and disbelief crossed his features, his cool façade crumbling.

Something had gone terribly wrong.

He has the hold of the Old Maid.

But this time, it wasn't intentional.

Felìx's cool composure was cracking, his irritation mounting with each passing second.

He looked at Espen, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

She returned his gaze with one of mischief, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"What's wrong, Felìx? Cat's got your tongue?" Espen's voice broke through the tense silence, her soft words carrying a hint of mockery.

As Felìx's expression transformed into one of horror.

Oh, how the tables had turned indeed.

Espen was not a sadist, taking pleasure in the suffering of others.

However, she firmly believed that sometimes sacrifices needed to be made in order to succeed.

If causing someone discomfort or unease was necessary to further her goals, then she would not hesitate to do so.

Her determination and resolve were unmatched, even if it meant making others squirm in the process.

And right now is a good example.

Indeed, Espen's plan had been meticulously devised right from the start.

She was not just learning how to play Old Maid; rather, her intention was to understand and manipulate her opponent.

Which all began during the practice round.

Espen had been aware of Felìx's dubious actions early game.

It was clear that he was attempting to cheat by looking over her shoulder and taking cues from his lackeys behind her. 

Though the question remained: how did she come to know this subtle yet crucial detail?

We'll get to that later.

Armed with knowledge of Felìx's underhanded tactics, Espen devised a countermeasure.

Sensing how Felìx had allowed her to win during the practice round, Espen shrewdly realized that his intention was to instill a false sense of confidence in her.

She took note of this tactic and devised her own countermeasure, opting to let him get a taste of his own medicine and let him experience the same situation.

Espen carefully played into Felìx's trap, making him believe that he had the upper hand.

But in reality, she was merely setting the stage, laying the groundwork for her own plan.

After all, just as in gambling, they were both playing a game of deception and strategy, and she fully intended to come out on top.

She just had to construct a facade of naïveté and recklessness.

She needed to convince Felìx that she was an easy target, someone he could easily manipulate and fool.

By playing into his expectations and allowing him to underestimate her, she could lure him into her trap, all while keeping her actual strategies hidden.

The three round agreement was merely a pawn in Espen's grand scheme.

She used it to build up the stage, playing the part of a seemingly naive yet intriguing target to lure Felìx into accepting the final round.

With the groundwork laid and the stage set, Espen shifted gears for the final round.

Her plan now entailed intentionally irritating Felìx and testing his patience.

She had already established herself as an easy target in his eyes, but now she would suddenly switch her demeanor, keeping him off-balance and on his toes.

By deliberately making him more and more impatient, she hoped to exploit his growing agitation.

She understood that to dismantle Felìx's carefully constructed image, she had to make him lose his cool.

By intentionally agitating and frustrating him, she aimed to break through his composure and expose his true nature.

She knew that he had become overconfident and reckless, relying on his false image to intimidate opponents.

Espen was determined to push him to his limits, to make him reach a point where he would act impulsively and make a critical mistake.

Although she had to admit that Felìx had potential as a player.

He had been dealt a hand of cards that could have granted him victory in any game.

However, his downfall came from his inability to play the right cards at the right moment.

And that was what she needed to exploit to win.

Right now, She observed as Felìx's demeanor began to unravel before her very eyes.

His formerly cool and confident manner was quickly falling apart, replaced by the sight of a man struggling to maintain his composure.

His eye twitched in frustration, and his foot tapped restlessly on the floor, revealing his mounting impatience.

The once cocky smile plastered on his face now looked forced, and there was no mistaking the irritation he tried to hide.

He's one step away from faltering and she knows it.

As the game continued, Felìx grew increasingly agitated, holding up his final two cards as Espen strategically played with his patience once more.

By continuously switching positions and carefully weighing her options on which card to choose, she was purposefully testing his limits, hoping to exploit his mounting irritation.

The more frustrated he became, the higher the chances were of him losing control over his expression, and Espen was counting on it.

As Espen shifted her position to the right, Felìx's foot continued to tap on the floor, but this time louder and faster than ever before.

His irritation was becoming increasingly evident, and the spectators around them reacted, with widened eyes and an air of anticipation.

It was clear that Felìx was nearing the end of his tether, his patience wearing thin as Espen continued to toy with him.

Then Espen switched her position to the left, she noticed a subtle change in Felìx's expression.

His previously furrowed eyebrows seemed to relax slightly, and a small smirk tugged the corners of his lips.

However, it was clear that despite the hint of relief on his face, he was still struggling to maintain his composure, adding to the fact that he has a stressed look upon his eyes.

Espen could sense Felìx's brief flicker of hope as her hand moved towards the top card on the right.

But her sly smile gave away her intentions, and Felìx's eyes gleamed with anticipation.

However, her sudden grab for the card on the right dashed his hopes, revealing the 'Hayseed Hank' and securing the perfect pair for her remaining card.

Felìx's face paled as he watched in disbelief and utter defeat.

It was a crushing blow for him, and Espen reveled in the moment.

As the crowd erupted into gasps, whispers, and even accusations of her cheating, Espen stood up, unfazed and undisturbed, paying them no mind.

With a calm demeanor, she stretched and looked down at her defeated opponent, who was still frozen in disbelief, having never experienced such a crushing defeat before.

Espen reveled in the moment, knowing that she had outplayed him in every way.

She had anticipated his every move, countered his strategy, and ultimately come out on top.

It was a victory she could savor for a long time.

She spoke with a hint of satisfaction, her voice soft yet stern, "Well, well, well... it seems that luck was on my side this time around, wasn't it, Felìx? It appears I've managed to avoid the Old Maid once again"

She paused for a moment, allowing the weight of her victory to sink in, before continuing, "You promised me information, did you not?"

As Espen stands up, flaunting her victory with a smug grin, Felìx's frustration flares.

He slams his clenched fists onto the table, his eyes narrowed, "Damn it, you got lucky, that's all! You didn't win because you're skilled, you just got a lucky break. That's all!"

Espen rolls her eyes at Felìx's outburst, clearly unfazed by his frustration.

She leans up against the table, her expression nonchalant, "Oh, come on, Felìx. We're talking about gambling here. Luck is a vital factor, isn't it? The cards fall the way they fall, and that's it"

She gives a small shrug, her eyes locked onto his, with a bored tone she said, "If anything, you just got unlucky. Tough luck. Just the nature of the game"

Felìx's frustration reached its boiling point as Espen's words echoed in his mind.

How could she suggest that he was just unlucky?

Him!

He was the Ace of Clubs, a symbol of luck itself.

The thought of him being unlucky was completely foreign and unacceptable to him.

He stood up abruptly from his seat, his anger and irritation directed solely at Espen.

He stood tall and face to face with her, his gaze filled with aggravation and disbelief, he fumes, "ME, UNLUCKY!? BULLSHIT! I'M THE GODDAMN ACE OF CLUBS! LUCK IS MY MIDDLE NAME! I DON'T LOSE!"

Despite his best efforts to maintain his composure, Felìx found himself succumbing to his anger.

He couldn't believe that he was letting a woman get under his skin like this.

His usual suave and controlled demeanor was gone, replaced by yells, taunts, and a seething irritation.

He couldn't allow this woman to belittle him or imply that he was unlucky.

He prided himself on being the Ace of Clubs, the symbol of luck and triumph.

He clenched his fists, his eyes burning with determination to prove her wrong.

Espen remains impassive, her voice remaining laced with a hint of dry sarcasm.

She quirks an eyebrow at him as she responds, "Ah, yes, the infamous Ace of Clubs, huh? Luck's middle name and all that. Such confidence. Yet here you stand, having pulled the Old Maid yourself"

She fixes him with a cold, calculating gaze as she continues speaking,"If you're so lucky, then why did you find yourself stuck with the Old Maid, my dear unlucky Ace?"

As Felìx stood there, frozen in thought, he realized that Espen's words had struck a nerve.

It was true that she had beaten him, even though he had attempted to cheat.

But she was wrong about him being unlucky, wasn't she?

Then the realization hit him.

It wasn't luck that had caused him to draw the Old Maid, even when he had cheated.

It was because this was the first time someone had been completely honest with him.

Felìx had spent his entire life surrounded by lies and deceit, making it difficult for him to trust anyone—including himself.

For someone who relied so heavily on luck, it was an ironic twist of fate that he constantly questioned himself and his abilities.

In this moment of realization, he found himself questioning everything he thought he knew, unsure of what even to believe anymore.

But she had exposed his true nature through her honest trickery, something he had never experienced before.

Perhaps she had seen through him all along..?

No, she couldn’t, he's sure of it.

But still she wasn't the first who..

Nevermind.

Still he found this interesting.

Felìx suddenly broke into a chuckle that grew louder and more pronounced, clutching his stomach as he doubled over the edge of the table.

Espen looked on, slightly puzzled by his unexpected reaction.

This wasn't the chuckle of a victorious man; it was different.

It sounded more genuine, like a laugh of amusement.

Soon, He finally stood up straight, wiping away a tear of laughter from his eye, "You really got me there, didn't you? I have to admit, I underestimated you. You were right. Though, It wasn't 'unluckiness' that made me draw that Old Maid card. Still, Well played."

He leaned back against the table, a smirk forming on his face, he chuckled once more, "Alright, I'll honor my end of the deal"

As his laughter subsided and he spoke of honoring his part of the deal, she raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued, "Excellent. I'm glad you're willing to honor your end. Now, the person in charge of this gambling den, perhaps they could provide some insight I require"

She leaned in slightly, her gaze intently focused on him with curiousity, "Where can I find them?"

Felìx tilted his head slightly, a sly grin spreading across his face.

He took a moment to contemplate her request, before finally answering, "The person you're looking for is on the top floor, at the end of the hall. He usually keeps to himself, but I can get you past the guards. Here."

He produced a key card from his pocket and handed it to her, his smirk never fading.

Espen graciously accepted the key card, her fingers closing around it firmly.

With a small nod of acknowledgment, she replied to him, "Thank you. For the key."

As Espen walked away, Felìx watched her go, a strange sense of familiarity lingering in his mind.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about her reminded him of someone he had met before.

However, he quickly dismissed the thought, shaking it off as mere coincidence.

Perhaps someday he would cross paths with that elusive someone again, but for now, he had other matters to attend to, like nursing his wounded pride.

"Alright! Who's up to go to the next casino?!"

____________________________________________

Espen continued on her way, the key card safely in her possession.

As she navigated through the crowd, she noticed a waiter carrying a tray of drinks.

Without missing a beat, she calmly snatched one and swiftly gulped it down, refreshing herself after the intense game of Old Maid.

The cool liquid provided a much-needed respite from the heat of the moment.

Indeed, while Espen may have executed her plan flawlessly, she couldn't deny that Sora had played a significant role in uncovering Felìx's cheating tactics during the first round.

Without Sora's help in noticing his deceptive actions, Espen may not have been able to devise a plan to counteract them.

The two of them had worked together discreetly to turn the tables on Felìx, and Espen was grateful for Sora's contribution to her overall success.

***

As the practice round concluded, Espen allowed herself a moment of internal contemplation.

Though her external expression remained victorious with a smile on her face, she wondered to herself whether her plan had been executed flawlessly.

She mentally reviewed her performance, recalling every move and counter move she had made against Felìx.

'Damnnit..how does this guy cheat?' While Espen had meticulously devised a thorough and well-thought-out plan with multiple contingencies in place, she realized that she may have been somewhat careless in her approach.

She had been too preoccupied with her own role in the game and had accidentally overlooked the subtle cues and actions of Felìx, especially when it came to his cheating tactics.

As Espen kept to herself, not that Sora minds the silence, Sora keep a close eye on her surroundings.

Earlier by mid game, Sora notice Felìx discreetly glanced at something behind Espen before quickly winking.

It seemed like a sly signal.

Obviously.

Sora spoke into the comms, urgently, "Fianchettó, something's off. I saw the target look behind you and wink suspiciously earlier. Be careful."

As Espen received Sora's report, her eyes widened in shock.

Without hesitation, she quickly shifted her plan into action.

She made a swift, deliberate move, purposefully sliding a card off the table while making it appear to be an accident.

Armed with the crucial information from the report, Espen knew that she needed to confirm its validity as soon as possible.

"Sorry, I'll pick that up" Espen feigned innocence as she bent down to pick up the fallen card, her smile still on her face.

All the while, her eyes darted to the side, carefully observing the crowd behind her.

She was keenly aware of every single move and expression from those around her, studying their reactions and gathering information.

With a quick glance, Espen had caught a glimpse of a few hands sporting tattoos with the clubs sign, a clear indication that her sources were correct.

Those with the tattoo were undoubtedly part of the Deck of Clubs, and their presence confirmed Felìx’s cheating strategies.

As she picked up the card and sat back down, Espen was now certain of Felìx’s deception.

She knew that those behind her were not just random spectators, but some lackeys helping him cheat.

But how could she use this against him..?

Just then Sora quickly relay her idea through the comms, "Fianchettó, I understand that you already have a plan in mind, but I suggest modifying it. Since you're playing the part of a naive person in this game, why not use it to your advantage? Act even more naive and annoying during the game to catch Felìx off guard. When he loses his cool, it'll be easier to get the information we need."

Espen considered Sora's suggestive plan, analyzing it with careful calculation.

Acting wasn’t her strongest suit, but she realized that being adaptable was an important skill to have.

Who knows, there could be assignments in the future that required acting abilities.

And if she could catch Felìx off guard with the move she has in mind, it might just give her the advantage she needs.

Confident in her plan, Espen prepared to put on an act that would hopefully throw him off balance.

***

And hence that's why she's here right now, winning the card game and ending up with an additional key card—an unexpected prize that she hadn't even asked for.

With a smile, she appreciated the extra card, considering it another strategic advantage in her hands.

Espen acknowledged that she could have noticed Felìx’s cheating on her own later on and adjusted her plan accordingly.

However, it was reassuring to know that Sora was constantly monitoring her from behind the scenes, providing valuable support and assistance.

Espen wondered if Sora had the potential or even fit in with her along with the agency, just as she had once joined years ago.

Hmm..

But it seems like Sora's gonna take longer than her.

[emeritus-fuckers]

uhm hello hi this is for the match up thing

so uh looks wise i’m a 5’6 female, extremely fucking pale😭😭 i have dyed dark red hair that’s like quite long. i have light blue eyes and i have freckles. fashion style wise uh i’d say it’s like kinda like sort of fairy grunge in a way if u know what that issss but my makeup always varies between like what i’m wearing/how bothered i can be... idk where this should go but i am a scorpio who was born on halloween so i pride myself on that!!!!

uh personality wise i’d say i keep to myself and my close friends a lot i can be pretty talkative if i’m talking about my passions tho, i’d say i’m loyal cause like i’ve had the same friends for years and i’ve never replaced any of them for anyone ever, i can get quite jealous easily but that’s down to attachment issues (womp womp) 👎👎👎 my friends say i’m a really funny person so!!! does nostalgic count as a personality trait?? because like people always speak to me if they want to like feel like the old times but that’s because i’m stuck in the past a little too much and have like quite a good memory…..errr….i’m good at comforting people i guess and at giving advice since i was my friend groups like therapist friend.. people have told me i look quite intimidating at first glance but when they get to know me i’m not but that’s just cause i have like a raging rbf😭😭 i’ve been told i’m quite like helpful aswell and i like doing favours for people i care about tho so!!! i’m also very sentimental. and i am almost worryingly competitive….i will throw whatever is in arms reach at you if i lose…but i guess i’m just quite a quiet person unless you’re in my close friends circle then i can be quite loud and energetic…but i do have like crippling anxiety so…..slay….

okay uh interests wise i really like painting, reading, baking, listening to music, photo taking, i’m like really into the paranormal and like spiritual shit like crystals, incense, and i’m currently learning tarot!! i’m also very into history. my music taste is like all over the place so i can’t name any specific genres but some artists are; ghost (obvs), lana del rey, fleetwood mac, mitski, kate bush, abba ykkkk

here is some add on info!! : my favourite colour is purple. my favourite animal is cats, and i have a black and white one called crystal. i have like an uncontrollable obsession with candles and incense….i am a hoarder for that shit. my fav board game is uno because i am literally the master but i will throw the cards at your face if i lose….my favourite season are autumn and spring because i’m indecisive, favourite weather is rain but only if i’m indoors if i’m outdoors then it’s snow. i am a just dance PRO. my fav movie is phantom of the operaaaa, my fav tv show is either modern family or what we do in the shadows. my fav book genre is either fantasy or romance. if i was one of the seven sins i would def be fucking gluttony cause like i am snacking all day everyday, i have such a sweet tooth omgg…..

sorry if this is very vague especially for personality wise i just have no sense of my personality and would need to be told what i’m actually like to know….but my friends are asleep…..so!!!! 😭😭😭

Your match is... Secondo

To him being born on Halloween is just the coolest thing. He always gets carried away with your birthday celebrations.

He can handle you getting jealous, he understands it comes from attachment issues.

He loves how loyal you are. It's a trait he values highly in people.

This man is an expert at uno so you won’t always win.

While your competitiveness greatly amuses him (he’s very fond of it), if you throw cards at him, he will raise an eyebrow with an amused smile. The smile that means you are in trouble.

If you allow him too, it will most likely end in him pinning you down on the table and punishing you in a very enjoyable manner.

He is very impressed by your good memory. He will often ask you to tell stories of your first dates together.

He also loves hearing about your past to learn more about you.

He doesn’t open up much about his feelings but when he needs to talk he’ll go to you.

You both look very intimidating before people get to know you.

When you are feeling anxious he’ll spend the day with you. Baking, reading, photography or painting. He loves doing that stuff with you.

He helps you learn Tarot

He is very fond of your cat Crystal (don't tell another soul).

Because Crystal is black and white he’ll call them 'Papa Crystal'.

Ps I’ve just seen your other ask re this matchup, I will add this: He always leaves food on his plate for you to eat. He says he’s full but really he just enjoys seeing you happy when you steal his food.

~

This post is a part of Match-up Event. The Event ended on July 15th.

Written by Nyx

[renny-boy-blog]

My Shadow

This is a short story/creepy pasta I wrote based on the traits of the Jeff the Killer types of stories. I also just wanted to try my hand at actually writing since I wanna improve my writing skills so instead of it just wasting away on my pc I decided to post this. So yeah, uhhhhh enjoy my crappy attempt at writing something half decent with the JtK format. Also the images at the bottom are pulled from Picrew, they are not hand drawn by me. I just didn't have time to draw these characters before posting. Also trigger warning I guess for a dark story that does include some child not so happy situations and, as the format of JtK suggests, there is murd3r in this. (idk if tumblr is super ok with those kinds of words yet lolz) So yeah! enjoy this cringy story!

Normally monsters are big, scary creatures with long teeth and sharp claws. Horns and fur and wings. However….. sometimes monsters don’t look like that. Sometimes monsters can blend into society. Sometimes monsters can look like you and me. Sometimes monsters can reside within us. 

This is my story. A retelling of sorts that my therapist suggested I do to talk about my feelings and what led me to be here…. In a mental facility/prison. 

I have a medical condition called DID. Also known as Dissociative Identity Disorder. It’s the modern day term for a split personality. How this happened is unclear however my doctor thinks it started back when I was a kid, so I guess that’s where I will start too. 

I was never the brightest kid. Got picked on in school, had about a C or a B average. And never really had the best home life. My mother was an alcoholic and substance abuser. I never knew my father. You see I was a one night stand baby. And you might be able to see where this is headed. My mother always had a new guy over every week. Sometimes multiple a week. She was selling her body to pay for basic things. Fortunately my grandfather would come by to help take care of me when I was a baby and toddler since she never made a whole lot. 

Up until I was about 10 years old this continued. I always saw strange men in the house, my mother was never really coherent enough to take proper care of me, and my grandfather would sometimes teach me how to take a bath or make some toast so I could do things by myself when mother wasn’t home. 

Now my grandfather was quite an older man. When I was 10 he was 87. He passed away from a stroke in his sleep. It was so traumatizing for me as a kid cause he was the only real support I had in my life that wasn’t always flickering. My mother was never really a bad mother. Just…. Missguided by her substance abuse. 

Sure she would throw things if she got angry, or blow puffs of smoke into my face, and on the rare occasion she would verbally harass me if I was too loud coming home from school and she had a hangover. The real harm came from the men she brought home to do business with. 

Most of them were very big muscular guys. Some brought guns, some brought drugs and alcohol. All of them hated me. They hated that I even existed. When mother had men over I would lock myself in the bathroom and play the radio to drown out their sounds. Sometimes the men would need to use the bathroom and get angry at me for locking it up. 

Other times if the men saw me, they would abuse me in both physical and psychological ways. Some of them even sexually assaulted me. And it was constant. Every time a man came over and I was seen, all hell would break loose. They didn’t want their living sex doll having a child around. 

Once I reached age 13 however, things changed a bit. I was taking care of myself more at this point. Cooking for myself, doing the laundry and things of that nature. The men would come over a lot more often since they didn’t get scared away by the idea of a toddler or child in the house anymore. Now I was practically a teenager and my mom could charge more for having me…. Join their antics. 

I don’t blame her. She was under the influence that those demon of substances can cause in people who become dependant on it. I just wish things could have been a lot different. 

This is kinda where the DID comes into play. Sometime after my grandfather died, and age 13, I developed a coping mechanism of sorts. My brain would shut off, and a new person would take over my body while these things were happening so that I eventually wouldn’t have to feel the pain anymore. I dubbed them my shadow since they only ever came out when I was scared or knew the men would be coming over. 

As kids do, I also kept a journal, like the one I’m writing now. Though sometimes pages I don’t remember writing would show up. The writing was messy and scratchy, yet still legible. It seemed that Shadow was the one who would write these after the encounters with men. 

Shadow would write about how it hurt when they touched them and how they felt gross all the time. Thankful for the freedom from a physical body when I was in control. At times I felt bad for this creature who was sharing my skin. I knew the pain they felt since it had happened to me before shadow came to be, however I felt like I shouldn’t try and stop them from taking over when those bad times happened since I was scared to face them myself. 

As the years went on, shadow became more… uncontrollable. They would suddenly take over any time I felt any stress of some kind, leading me to be kicked out of school for the actions shadow would do. Based on the records, it seemed that shadow would attack any adult male in the vicinity and also throw cuss words at the adult females. 

I did go to the doctor on police request after they had escorted me off school property for the last time, however that doctor just threw meds at me and said “bye”. So I never really got treated. Things continued like this until one day, shadow wouldn’t come back. I don’t know how long I was out for, as I never remember what happens when shadow takes over, however I just remember feeling like something wasn’t right when I returned. 

What I returned to, days later according to my moms phone, was a bloody mess. A man had come over a few days before, and thus shadow took over. From the journal it seemed like shadow had enough of the torture and hated whomever was the other soul in this body for making them go through such terrible things. Shadow has killed the man, and my mother when she tried to stop shadow from attacking him. 

Every day for those few days I was out of it, a new man was scheduled to show up and shadow killed them as well. So when I woke up, a good 4 or 5 bodies had piled up in our little apartment at this point. The smell was unbearable and I threw up on the spot. Someone else in the apartment building reported the smell and police arrived a few hours after I had come to. I was thankful they had showed up since I was so traumatized by the scene in front of me I couldn’t speak. 

The police took me into custody and interrogated me for hours. They found my journal, and the fact I was covered in blood and vomit didn’t help them in not suspecting me. Since I was 13 at the time, they couldn’t really throw me in prison for the murders of my mother and those men. However they did send me to juvie and I was finally looked at properly by a competent doctor. 

As I aged I grew out of juvie and into the adult correctional system. Still going to therapy and taking medications though. It took a lot of work, however shadow never comes out anymore. At least when I’m awake anyway. Sometimes shadow will come out when I’m sleeping and write things down about how they hate me still even though the torment is over. 

I’m not 23 and living a relatively normal life. For someone who’s in a mental institution and prison that is. I’ll never be allowed to be released since unless I constantly take my meds and am under supervision, shadow may come back when I get scared and could go on a rampage again. 

I don’t mind that quite so much…. It’s safe here and my therapist actually cares about me. I’ve taken up drawing in my time at this facility so I’ll attach a few drawings I have done of myself and what I believe shadow looks like as well. We are two separate individuals after all. 

So I guess that’s where the story ends? This story may have been a bit rambly cause it’s all from memory and most of this stuff happened 10+ years ago. I guess thanks for reading of you get this far? I honestly don’t know why my therapist wants me to write this… 

Myself:

My depiction of Shadow:

[plutothe-pup]

Miny & Grin 💖 Also Medes 🤣

Miny 55. Lead Sails (And a Paper Anchor)

Withering away A shrinking violet dies So full of life, these lights have dried me out Into the sea Needed a drink I never thought this would consume me whole

Will I come up for air, come up for air After a while the current is calling me, lulling me, waving goodbye I'm out here alone, oh god can you save me now? Sinking, my heart turns to stone (turns to stone) Sinking my heart turns to stone

Save me, take me home Over and over again Save me, take me home Wishing that this all would end Save me, take me home Over and over again Save me, take me home Wishing that this all would end

After a while the current is calling me, lulling me, waving goodbye I'm out here alone, oh god can you save me now? Sinking, my heart turns to stone After a while the current is calling me, lulling me, waving goodbye I'm out here alone, oh god can you save me now? Sinking, my heart turns to stone (turns to stone) Sinking, my heart turns to stone

Idk if I have a reason for this one aside from the vibes. They're both GOING THROUGH IT. Again - they literally have so much in common and if they could just freely discuss that I know they'd be friends. But instead they are IDIOTS and punched each other. Good jobs kids.

Grin 20. 2 Minus 1 - Seventeen

All the time in the world to myself I can go out and drink all day and night But why can't I get you off my mind

I can't get you out of my head, yeah Gotta get you out of my head, yeah How can you be so fine when I'm, I'm, 아이야이야

Two minus one I can see you're doing really good without me, baby Two minus one I'm doing great myself Hope you know I am

'Cause I'm not lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah Two minus one I'm super fine I don't need you anymore

And every time I see you in my feed I don't feel anything anymore We used to be best friends I remember you said that you can be yourself when I'm around Guess that didn't really matter All the feelings we had were not worth much to you at all Well I moved on, so keep your two cents Sympathy subtraction

This is dramatic, do not take this at face value but it made me laugh and .....................like lowkey though. Really really really lowkey. The progression through this song of like 'over it' back to '....or am I' is kind of a high-key (but lowkey) Greg mood at Martin. Especially because they do not talk much anymore (Greg's fault, master of ignoring and not reaching out, does it to himself), it seemingly fits the mood. He's happy for you martin, really.

Medes Oh man there are.... not a lot of options for this grumpy old bird. Uh. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I will give him............. 61. Stuck in a Moment - U2.

I'm not afraid Of anything in this world There's nothing you can throw at me That I haven't already heard

I'm just trying to find A decent melody A song that I can sing In my own company

I never thought you were a fool But darling, look at you (Ooh) You gotta stand up straight, carry your own weight These tears are going nowhere baby

You've got to get yourself together You've got stuck in a moment And now you can't get out of it Don't say that later will be better Now you're stuck in a moment And you can't get out of it

[sevikasleftpussyflap]

IMAGINE SEVIKA DATING A PILTIE THO

IDK I FEEL LIKE THERES SO MUCH CUTE MATERIAL TO BE HAD HERE 😭😭😭😭😭

I want to write more on this!!! Tell me which parts you like! Also I gave you angst cause why not.

Warnings: past child abuse, mentions of selling into marriage. Not explicit detail, only mentioned twice

Your days with Sevika had to be some of the best ones of your life.

You have never known true freedom until you had fled to the Undercity. Piltover may have prided itself for being superior to Zaun in most regards but truthfully, depravity had no exceptions for who it decided to reach and theirs had no limits, even amongst their own people.

You had been born in a family that saw you not as their own flesh and blood, but a tool they could use to climb higher on the ladder of status and wealth. Your childhood, if it could be called that, consisted of grueling training with the goal of turning you into a proper lady. Endless hours spent at the table until you could exhibit proper posture and dining etiquette. Countless dancing lessons with your mother who picked apart your form and corrected you with her cane.

No visible marks left, lest they ruin your chances of finding a wealthy husband or wife by marring your smooth skin. The final straw had been them planning on selling you to a man known for his cruelty, one interested in only what heir you could provide him with.

There’s a picture of Sevika’s nails and they look pretty well kept. What if she treats herself to a weekly spa day?

You somehow bluff your way into a job at Babettes. Not as a sex worker, but a manicurist for those that want a spa treatment after they’ve been serviced. You had gotten plenty of manicures and pedicures in your life time so you assumed you would be able to replicate the job. Needless to say you’re shit at it.

You send a prayer to whoever’s listening and hope your first customer isn’t high maintenance, but someone up there must hate you because it is one of the regulars. Someone who is expecting their usual outcome. She’s insanely fucking tall with a scary looking metal arm. Exactly the kind of company you were warned to keep away from as a kid and a part of you still harbors some weariness from lessons that were ingrained into your young mind.

Her robe is white and fluffy, half open to provide a scandalous view of her chest littered with lipstick marks. Your eyes remain trained on the ground like she’d pass right by you as if you didn’t exist. Luck is not on your side and she sits in your chair, lounging back into a stretch to ease sore muscles. It’s easy to guess because she never fails to make her presence known in the brothel. Sevika, the women squeal when she strolls in, throwing themselves on her arms. Sevika, they yelp as she tosses them over her shoulder, hauling them into the closest room (not even the closest available room, just the closest). Sevika, they moan, heard throughout the whole building as she tells them to scream her name. She’s obnoxious. Definitely not handsome.

“You’re new.”

You get to work massaging her feet, refusing to meet her stare.

“And… you’re shit at this.”

When you manage to steal her heart and vice versa, it’s not long until she figures out where you’ve came from and what made you leave. She’s dangerously perceptive, after all.

Sevika still caught you staring into space, jumping at shadows, and shying away from Piltover visitors. She always made it a point to accompany you whenever you left the apartment to assuage some of your worries. The weight of her arm slung over your shoulders was just as grounding as her voice was, the gentle, uncharacteristic, “you wanna go back, princess?”

When you’re not even ten feet away from the door she casts no judgment, just unbridled protective concern.

When Sevika had found out the extent of your parents' mistreatment of you, she was ready to start the war on topside early just to be the one to massacre those who had a hand in your abuse. To say it shocked you would be an understatement. You knew Sevika had far from an easy life in the Lanes, surely worse than you, and it still remained a bit of mystery to you on why it set her off as much as it did. Either she cared about you to an extent you couldn’t comprehend, or you simply gave her more fuel to support her hatred for topside.

When you had first told her, it was after a panic-induced episode from a miniscule mistake you made and couldn’t even remember. For a woman who had as much experience being the initiator of said attacks for others as she did smoking cigars, her attentiveness and soft-spoken comfort lulled you into a safe space in your mind you’ve never been before. It was enough for you to spill enough information pertaining to your childhood that allowed her to easily connect any dots for what you left out.

You had remained in her arms for the rest of the night under warm hands that never ceased their caress on your back or your hair, wailing at the soft touch you’ve been devoid of for your whole life.

At some point you had to have left her arms because the first thing she did when you awoke was guide a glass of water to your lips. After drinking enough to soothe your raw throat, you wordlessly accepted pills for your aching head and a cool rag was placed over your puffy eyes.

Sevika had thought of everything, and based on the dark circles under her eyes you wondered if she had plenty of time to do so by remaining awake throughout the whole night.

It was foolish to think her unfazed by the revealing intel you sprang upon her last night. Foolish to believe you hadn’t broken down her walls of a stoic, uncaring soldier to unleash a furious lover ready to avenge you. It was her shaking hands that gave her away as she calmly asked you for your former address.

Your quiet refusal had snapped the bit of restraint she had left. She had paced, nearly ripped the door off its hinges to start her rampage if it wasn’t for you calming her down. Her anger was never directed at you. Anytime she felt her control slipping she left the room to cool off.

That had started the overprotective coddling. Her eyes stayed trained on you whenever you left her side while in public. She monitored Piltover visitors like a hawk and never let them get too close. Her body and her cape was there to shield you if need be. She wanted your arm looped through hers in the crowded streets of Zaun, the motion never failing to make you swoon when she offers her arm to you, her thick muscle unlike anything you’ve felt before.

The differences between the two of you were quite jarring. Her manners were lacking if not nonexistent, some of her actions had you gasping in shock, and she drank far too much to be considered lady like. She blurred any kind of lines your parents deemed a respectable citizen. She was perfect.

The teasing. On both sides. You’re uptight, and you preen too long in the mirror. Sevika has to drag you out the door

Her manners are abhorrent and she will exaggerate just to see that adorable, scandalized look on your face. You scold and insult her with false superiority but on the inside, you’re marveling at her lack of caring. It makes you fall for her more and more.

The food stalls she takes you too should be shut down for a number of health code violations. Your first date would be the most questionable diner she could find, and how she adores watching you try to keep your face neutral and devoid of judgment. She’ll know everyone there by name, and everyone knows her of course.

[imthebadguyyy]

You're All Mine

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - Things get slightly out of hand at a party where you decide to act up, and Lewis shows you just exactly who you belong to. P.S - He makes you wear that damn jacket.

Warnings - smut, swearing, possessiveness (brought to you by the fashion king that is Sir Lewis Hamilton, because that jacket did things okay?

A/N- OC (Thomas) has nothing to do with any of Lewis's friends in real life.

Also shoutout to @grandestrategia and @lights-out-in-monaco for helping me 💙

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iThrowing a party to get together was always a fun idea to get the chance to socialize, meet new people, dance, get drunk and spend quality time with your friends and family. But throwing a party after three back to back race weeks was not really a great idea, mainly because it meant your boyfriend groaning and moaning about how he didn't want to spend time with anyone else but you. That was exactly what was happening at present, as you swiped a tube of crimson lipstick across your lips, while Lewis sat on the bed, in a black shirt and his purple customised jacket, with his arms crossed across his chest, reminding you of a toddler who was told to go to bed early.

"I don't get why you had to throw a party today, of all times" he grumbled for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "Okay baby, I love you, I really do, but I swear, if you say that one more time I will strangle you" you replied, setting the lipstick back down, and reaching for a bottle of perfume on your dressing table. "I'm just saying, I feel like spending time with you now, and yes, I love that you decided to call my friends and family over, but I kinda just wanted to have some you and me time" he said, eyes following your movements as you sprayed the perfume behind your ears, on your wrists, and lightly over your body, "You'll have me to yourself from the moment they leave, till you have to fly for your race again. And I promise, we can do whatever you want" you said, reaching up to smooth your hair. Far too preoccupied with fixing the flyaway strands of hair, you didn't notice him standing up and standing right behind you. "Whatever I want hmm? I know exactly what I want baby. But I just can't get it right now. You know why? Because I want to bend you over and take you right here, right now. But because you decided to throw a party instead of spending time together, you'll have to wait a little longer than necessary to have my head in between your thighs, my fingers in you, and my cock in your cunt. And guess whose fault it is? Yours, my darling. It's your fault" he growled in your ear, smirking when a soft moan slipped past your lips.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to bend you over and take you here? When our guests could be here at any minute?" he continued, lips resting just near the outer shell of your ear. You couldn't even answer, feeling the arousal grow in between your thighs, as your heartbeat seemed to slow down for just a second, before it seemed to hammer against your chest almost as if it wanted to just burst out of your chest. "Tell me darling. Would you like that?" "Ye-" your reply was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing, signalling the arrival of one of your guests. "Saved by the bell, hmm? You didn't have to answer. But I promise baby, when they're gone, I'm gonna make you scream my name so loud, if our neighbours aren't on a first name basis with us tomorrow, I'll be very, very surprised. And leaving you a aroused, horny mess, he went down to open the door.

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About half an hour later, the party was in full swing. You had invited some of your friends and some family members, and turning to look over your shoulder, you saw Lewis chatting with his dad and Nicolas, a glass of wine in his hand as he laughed at something his brother told him. Smiling, you turned back, to see one of Lewis's friends making his way over to you, two glasses of champagne in his hand. You enjoyed mingling with his friends, and you had met Neymar Jr, Odell Beckham Junior, and other really awesome people. Smiling at Thomas, who was one of Lewis's newer friends, you accepted the glass, your third glass of champagne and your fifth drink all together, hovering between the lines of tipsy and drunk.

Thomas, (the friend, idk I just made him up) offered you a glass of champagne, and you gladly took a sip, enjoying the buzz as the alcohol ran through your veins, filling you with a calm happiness. Maybe it was the alcohol in your veins and the promise of a really good time that made you decide to push Lewis's buttons just a little bit, to ensure that you were really in for it. Giggling at a joke his friend made, you threw your head back laughing, letting your hand rest on Thomas's shoulder, before letting it move to your hair, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, teeth sinking softly down onto your lower lip.

From where he was standing, Lewis looked over to see where you were, his grip on his glass tightening when he saw you laugh and rest your hand on his friend's shoulder. His eyes darkening when he saw you twirl a strand of hair around your finger, and bite your lip softly, knowing all too well what you were doing. It was working. As you giggled again, tilting your head back laughing, and nodding a quick 'I'll be back soon', to his dad, he walked towards the both of you, his eyes fixed on the way you kept twirling your hair around your fingers.

"Hi baby. You having a fun time?" he asked you, standing next to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. "Yeah I am! Are you having fun?" you replied, letting your head droop onto his shoulder. "Yeah I am my love, thank you so much for planning it" he murmured in your ear, ignoring the fact that his friend was standing right in from of him, probably getting a free show. His hands splayed out on the leathery material of your black skirt, enjoying the coolness of the material and the feel of a section of your skin against his palms. The black outfit you had put on was a black leather top and skirt, that clung onto your body like a vice, as he moved his hand to the back of your skirt, moving so Thomas couldn't see what he was doing.

"And what about you Thomas, are you having a good time?" you asked the man, feeling Lewis tense up behind you. "Yup I am! Thanks so much for inviting us all, its a great party" he replied, flashing the both of you a smile. "We're glad you're having fun" Lewis replied, his hand moving to your ass, squeezing ever so discreetly. "Yup I know! Great to see you too, man! Your last races have been great, you deserve a break" Thomas kept talking, blissfully unaware of how you were squirming, your arousal pooling in between your thighs as he ran his fingers up your thighs, in between your underwear and the skirt. He moved his body so the lower half of your body was not visible to anyone else.

Pressing your lips together to keep a sound from escaping, you tried your hardest to hold yourself together, but it was damn hard when you could begin to feel the liquid threatening to run down your thighs and make a mess in front of everyone. "Moving your hand to the back to squeeze his thigh, silently begging him to just take you to the bedroom and fuck you senseless. Feeling your desperation, Lewis smirked softly, before turning to Thomas. "If you don't mind Thomas, I think I left my phone in the bedroom, I'll just go get it" "Yeah sure" Thomas replied, as you turned and made your way up the stairs to the master bedroom. But before you could go and sit on the bed, a pair of arms grabbed you around your waist, and pulled you into the master bathroom that was connected to your room.

Lewis turned your body around, the rough movement taking your breath away, before he crashed his lips down onto yours, his hands sliding down to your as again, squeezing hard, causing a moan to slip out your lips, your arms tightening around his neck. "I saw you trying to rile me up baby. All giggly and flirty, and that whole fiasco with you messing with your hair, hmm? Only I can pull your hair, and only I can tug on it. You like it when I do that, don't you? When I tug your hair, and your head falls back, and those sounds slip out of your lips and I can see how much you like it" The moan that slipped past your lips went straight to his cock, hardening under his pants.

"Words baby, words. Do you like it?" he asked, his fingers running along the waistband of your leather skirt, tugging the skirt down your legs. "I do, I really do! please, please do something, I need you so bad" you whined, your hands unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, and tugging his purple jacket down his shoulders. "Patience my baby. Good things take time. So desperate for it, I can see your wetness dripping, but you aren't getting off that easily after that stunt you pulled. But I promised you that I'd give you a good time, and I always keep my promises" Another desperate whimper left your lips, and you dragged the jacket down his torso, letting it drop to the floor.

"No no no. I want you to put that on. Or even better..." he mumbled finishing his sentence halfway, picking up the jacket from the floor. He pushed you down on the bed, grabbing your wrists in his hands, before pushing you back up to the headboard. Then he took the jacket up to your hands, tying one side to the headboard of the King sized bed, and the other end around your hands. "There we go, all tied up and gorgeous for me. Do your wrists burn with my name baby? Do you like how my name is tied onto your skin?" he asked, eyeing how the 'HAMILTON' part of the jacket was tied around your wrist. "I bet you like it don't you? That stinging sensation? I cannot wait to taste you my love, all wet and dripping for me" he continued, moving down to press his lips to your neck. He pushed his tongue out onto your skin, sucking the spot before licking over the spot repeatedly, letting his teeth sink onto a pulse point, shifting in his pants when his cock twitched at the moan that fell from your lips.

He ventured lower and lower, till he reached your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth, licking the sensitive nub, letting his teeth graze your areola. Above him, you were struggling against your bonds, wrists straining against their restraints., desperate to touch him, to feel his skin and his glorious muscles under your hands, but you couldn't, because your hands were bound, literally, "Oh my god please Lew, please let me touch you, please I need to touch you baby" "Not yet princess. You were a bad girl, and bad girls get punished my love. I'm not going to let you even graze my hand, if you don't shut that pretty little mouth of yours, before I do it for you" he growled back, feeling his own arousal grow as you whimpered again. He let his fingers fondle your other nipple, tweaking and pulling before taking it into his mouth too, as you felt the wetness run down your leg, soaking into the bedsheet.

Moaning again, you pressed your thighs together, desperate for some friction to relieve you of the throbbing pain in your core, the amount of arousal you were feeling making you feel like you were drowning in some sort of strong sea current, as Lewis's lips travelled lower, and his breath fanned over your throbbing cunt. "I can't wait to taste you my love" and with that he dived in, giving you almost no time to adjust, as he fucked you with his tongue, and his fingers toyed with your clit, sending you towards your high, before biting the sensitive bud softly "You taste like fucking candy love" "Oh fuck fuck fuck Lewis, I'm gonna -" you managed to gasp out as the gasp turned into scream of frustration when he pulled away. "What the fuck? Why'd you do that?!" you gasped out, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Because like I told you, bad girls get punished" he replied, shoving his pants down his legs, before leaning over and grabbing a condom, pulling his calvin keins down his thighs, as his cock sprang free, smirking when you moaned at the sight, "Taking a good look baby?" he asked, crawling over to you. "You're just really gorgeous" you replied, straining against the jacket. "I know" he replied, pushing his rings off of his fingers. "No don't. Keep on em. I like em" you said, earning a smirk from the man again. "Want me to fuck you with my rings on? I'd love to" he said, watching as you squirmed again.

"Baby please let me touch you, I want to touch you so bad, please!" you practically begged, tears of frustration filling your eyes. "No baby. I'm going to fuck you with your hands tied and I'm going to mark you up" he replied, sliding the condom on and leaning over you, positioning his cock at your entrance. "Ready baby?" he asked,smiling a little as you nodded, the both of you moaning in sync when he pushed into you, your walls clenching onto his cock, as he settled into you, moaning when he sunk into you bit by bit. He gave you a few seconds to adjust, before he pulled out, making you let out half a moan and look at him questioningly, before he slammed back into you. You weren't expecting that, and a strangled scream left your lips when he filled you to the hilt, before bottoming out in you, hips snapping repeatedly into you, his cock moving inside you.

You moans and groans echoed off the walls, as your hands burned, the desperation in you threatening to drown you again. "oh my god, you feel so good, you fuck me so good, now baby please let me touch you!" you practically screamed, your voice catching when he angled his thrusts so the tip hit your g spot repeatedly. "Okay my love, you deserve it now. My baby desreves to touch me now, doesn't she?" "Yes please, especially when you fuck me this good, almost too good to be true" you stammered out clenching down on his cock again, feeling the slight stutter of his hips as you did. Lewis reached up to untie you, letting the jacket fall to the floor, and moaning when your hands dug into his back, scratching down his back, as he hissed at the feeling, loving the feeling of your nails raking down his back. "Fuck baby, do that again" he growled. "Only if you choke me" you moaned back, feeling him stutter again, and let out a moan.

His eyes widened, not completely used to you being so bold, but loving the wild side you let out. He reached up, wrapping his hand around your neck and squeezing a little, groaning when you let out a choked moan. "Harder" you moaned, feeling his cock twitch in you. "Oh fucking hell baby, I didn't know you liked it rough" he moaned, tightening his grip on your neck, cutting the air off ever so softly, snapping his hips into you faster, as your nails raked down your back even harder, leaving marks that would definitely hurt the next morning.

"That feels so good, oh my god, I love you so much" you gasped out wrapping your hand around his, causing him to squeeze a little harder. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum my love" Lewis moaned, groaning when you moved your hips thrusting up to meet his thrusts. 'Oh fuck" Lewis groaned, before releasing into you ,his finger reaching down to rub your clit repeatedly. Your moans echoed in the room, as he pinched your clit, as you squirted all over his cock.

Panting, Lewis sunk down next to you, chest rising and falling. "That was so good" you gasped out, resting your head on his chest. "Was that too much? Did I hurt you?" he asked, kissing your forehead. "No no I loved it. You should do that more often" you mumbled. Just as Lewis leaned in to kiss you, there was a knock at the door, making the both of you jump apart. "Are the both of you done yet?" a voice asked, making you blush. "Oh my god. We forgot about the guests!" you gasped, making Lewis laugh, as he kissed you softly. "I know which one I'd rather do again" he mumbled, laughing when you kissed him back. "Don't go for round two, atleast let us leave first!" the voice yelled again, as Lewis stood up from the bed to get dressed.

"Oh and by the way, you're wearing that jacket downstairs"

[dadsbongos]

the lov beach episode hori's too scared to give us

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: League of Villains/Reader (Platonic) Warnings: uhh idk actually, dabi's kinda horny ig, i don't usually include this as a warning but swearing (there's quite a bit of it), feminine pronouns Summary: this is just 1860 words of me shutting my eyes, plugging my ears and ignoring the current state of the manga (: (beach episode type beat) ~~~

Pulling the large sun hat tighter on her head, (Y/n) looks over as her leader strolls up to the van Spinner had stolen earlier in the day. She quirks a brow at the man, putting a gentle hand over his handheld and pushing it down when he doesn’t notice her, “That’s what you’re wearing?”

Tomura huffs and steps back, narrowed eyes focusing on his black jeans and hoodie, “What’s it to you?”

“You’re wearing a hoodie in this heat, first of all, and also - it says ‘12 year old in gaming mode’, you’re asking to get bullied.”

“Yeah, well,” he grumbles as he tries to find an insult for the woman before resigning himself to mumble out a, “you look like you raided a college chick’s closet” while returning to his game.

“I think she looks great!” Twice piped up from inside the large van before yelling once again, “Absolutely hideous!”

Dabi nodded slightly from his window seat, pulling the strings of his hood so as few inches of his face as possible were showing, “I agree with him.”

“Which part?” (Y/n) crossed her arms, shooting the man a glare.

“Yep.”

“Dickface,” she hissed, reaching up to swat at Dabi’s arm through the rolled down window before turning to climb into the van, “A dickface who is also wearing a black hoodie in this heat. You two are actual nutjobs.”

“Van’s got AC,” Dabi shrugged off her concerns, still not even looking her way as she settled into the seat between him and Twice, “Didn’t know you cared so much, doll. Pretty sweet of you.”

“If you pass out from a heat stroke, I’m not the one taking you to the hospital,” she leaned over into the midrow seats of the van to glare at Tomura as he sat down, “That goes for you, too.”

“I’m not the one with a fire Quirk.”

“Just get Himiko some blood and she’ll take ‘em in all disguised! Let them die!” Twice pitched in with his own ideas, earning a shoulder pat from the woman.

“Good ideas, big guy, I like them.”

“Rude ass,” Dabi kicks at (Y/n)’s leg.

“I’m your boss, if you let me die you’re fucked.”

“Nobody’s dying on this trip, what the fuck are you guys talking about?” Spinner already appeared exasperated with the group and he’d barely been in the car for a second.

Compress got into the passenger seat as Spinner buckled into the driver’s side, he looked around before noticing an absence, “Where’s Toga?”

Suddenly, the door to Tomura’s seat is lugged open with a force, an overly excited blond teenager jumping over her boss and into the open seat beside him.

“You could’ve just gotten in on the other side,” Tomura clenches a fist to keep himself from slapping Himiko’s arm and causing a deathly accident.

“I didn’t know which side you were sitting on, so I just guessed!” Himiko giggles as Spinner starts the car.

“Asshole,” Tomura shakes his head, “This trip is pointless.”

“Kurogiri wants us to bond and stop fighting all the time,” Compress cuts in, “That’s why I’m in charge.”

“We’re adults- " (Y/n) interrupts herself, “Dabi, roll up the window, we’re pulling out of the safe zone.”

Dabi merely keeps his eyes closed behind his sunglasses and presses his head back against the neck rest of his seat.

“Roll up the window.”

“God, these winds are fuckin’ noisy, huh?”

“I hear ya, man!” Twice shouts before shaking his head, “Dabi, be nice to (Y/n). She’s your elder.”

“By a fucking year! Man, fuck you, Dabi,” the woman reaches over and presses the button to roll up the window herself, “Motion sickness or not, you don’t get to be a douche.”

“It’s actually exactly what it means, doll. Sorry to burst your bubble.”

“Stop calling me doll.”

“Ugh,” he grins at his own upcoming remark, “the princess makes a harsh demand.”

“I’m this close,” she pats his chest to make sure he opens his eyes before holding her index finger and thumb nearly pinched together in front of his face, “to beating your ass.”

“Here,” he reaches up and takes her fingers and clenches them together, “now you have to. As soon as we get to the beach, you have to fight me or else you’re a coward and a liar.”

(Y/n) grits her teeth and snaps her eyes shut, “I’m gonna lose it,” she leans into Twice’s side and looks up at him, smiling at the slightest hint of a concerned look behind his mask, “How’ve you been, big guy?”

“Perfectly fine!” he shakes his head before whispering, “I didn’t piss before we left and now I regret it.”

“Aw, want Spinner to pull over?”

“I think he’ll crash the car if I ask.”

“He’d be killing himself too, so I don’t think he’d be too cool with that.”

Twice quiets down as he notices the woman’s eyes beginning to flutter shut with drowsiness. Then, a sense of guilt beats at him as he sees the serene expression crossing his friend’s face. So calm and sweet - he truly adored his friend, and he wanted to do right by her. So, leaning down, he murmurs, “Sorry for calling you old.”

(Y/n)’s eyes dart open and immediately find Twice, she raises a brow at the man and shakes her head as her eyes slowly begin closing again, “I… it’s fine, dude, don’t worry about it.”

Dabi, as usual, is quick to jump into a conversation that was never his, “Old lady tempers, gotta be careful around them.”

“I swear to fucking God, Dabi!”

“What? What do you swear?”

“Shut the hell up!” Spinner snapped at children in the back seat, “You’re distracting me, loud asses.”

“Dabi started it!”

“I’m ending it!”

“Stop yelling,” Tomura commanded the group, carefully stuffing his handheld into his large front hoodie pocket and resting his head back, “I’m going to sleep and if I get woken up, I’ll kill you all.”

None of them believed him - not at all - but out of an odd respect for their leader’s need for rest, they stayed relatively silent as he slept. Murmurs and whispers being the loudest volume of their voices as Tomura snoozed in the van.

Eventually, Spinner came to the reserved spot on the beach that Kurogiri definitely didn’t hire people to kill civilians over. Himiko leaned over and gently shook Tomura awake as Compress popped the trunk to the van. (Y/n) shifted toward Dabi to ensure he was also awake and starting to feel less queasy before getting out of the middle seat so he and Twice could exit.

“Alright, there’s changing rooms…” Compress trailed off, looking around before sighing, “Nowhere in sight.”

“I’m already fine,” (Y/n) waved off, grabbing towels and an umbrella from Spinner, “You guys can take turns changing in the van while I set shit up.”

“I call first!” Himiko cheered, excitedly bouncing back into the van as the men all walked off to provide the teenager the privacy and distance she needed.

(Y/n) did as she’d said and began laying down towels and propping up parasols in the sand to provide shade. As more and more of her friends collected themselves along the beach, she spotted her almighty leader once again making a fashion mistake.

Bright, neon green and orange striped swim trunks hung over his hips and he didn’t avoid the woman’s stare. She purses her lips, “Who the hell goes clothes shopping for you? They shouldn’t be making executive decisions like this.”

Tomura shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?! Shigaraki, you have to be fucking with me.”

“I’m not,” he sits down on a towel under the parasol’s shade and returns to his gaming, “It’s probably Kurogiri but it isn’t like I ask him.”

“Holy shit. You’re an actual man-child.”

“Oh no, what gave me away?” he sarcastically whines, rolling his eyes at her.

“You being shameless about it is slightly worse…”

“(Y/n)!” Himiko cheerily calls, “Come join me in volleyball!”

“Is Twice playing?”

The blond looks over to the man in question and nods in approval.

“Are Quirks allowed?”

Another nod.

(Y/n) pats Compress’ shoulder, “I’ll let you take this game.”

Dabi comes up from behind while Spinner serves the ball on the beach, he’s removed his hoodie and now only rests in loose shorts that come to his knees and a white shirt. He scratches the back of his head in an uncharacteristically unnerved manner, “Not swimmin’?”

He earns a small shrug in response from the woman, “I’m not all too committed to the idea. At least not now.”

Nodding slowly, Dabi sits down at the edge of the towel unoccupied by Tomura and begins pulling at the fraying threads.

Sighing to herself, (Y/n) is slightly ashamed at how easily her heart softens upon noticing how uncomfortable Dabi seems. He doesn’t usually show as much skin as he is - which isn’t much - and he doesn’t usually throw himself into events where he’d be forced to interact with the others. He feels naked on the beach and he’d rather be dead than continue to suffer this embarrassment. And so, a body comes down onto the towel with his.

“Want company, misery?”

“Baking to death in the sun couldn’t get worse, even if it’s with you,” Dabi leaned back to rest against the woman’s legs.

“Wow,” (Y/n) fauxly gasped, sarcasm ripe in her words, “You being sweet? I never thought I’d never see the day.”

“Right? Thought I’d be dead by now,” his head tips back even more to lay it’s full weight on her legs, “You’re comfortable to rest on, old lady.”

“I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.”

“You still owe him an ass-beating from the car ride,” Tomura jumped in, a snarky smile on his lips as he spoke.

“I’m starting to think you won’t actually beat my ass,” Dabi grins smugly, “Like me too much.”

“I would destroy you in a fight, Dabi.”

“Hm, well, until you stop being a pussy and actually fight me, doesn’t sound like that’s the truth.”

“I swear to- " (Y/n) loudly huffs and cuts herself off before groaning, Dabi- "

“I’m no God,” Dabi paused to wink like the cheap bastard he is, “Unless you want me to be.”

Before the woman can respond, there’s a “heads up!” shouted by Himiko and a volleyball is hurtling towards the arguing duo. Tomura immediately leans over, not quite paying attention and sticks a hand out to block the ball, accidentally decaying it in the process. The leader comes to a stand and tosses up his hands, “What the shit, Toga?”

“Man,” the teenager whined, stomping her foot in the sand, “you destroyed the ball.”

“You almost destroyed (Y/n)’s face!” Tomura's voice quiets and softens to avoid upsetting the young girl over a mistake, “There’s probably another ball in the trunk.”

“I said ‘heads up’,” Himiko rolled her eyes, sending Twice off to find the spare volleyball in question.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “Oh, so all better, then?”

“Exactly!”

“No! That’s not how that works, Toga!”

Dabi snickered at the back-and-forth before giving a mock dreamy sigh, “Ahh, the sound of Kurogiri’s bonding plan working perfectly.”

[ayyezhongli]

dom student council pres zhongli x troublemaker childe

Guess who’s back :D Back with some zhonchi smut for all u sinners. Note: Theres a lot of spelling errors bc when i wrote this i was telling it to a friend n they said i should post this n i’m too lazy to edit it so yeah! enjoy <3

summary kinda: child did something n is now stuck in detention with zhongli being a kinky president of the student council watching him.

so childe is bored asf n tries seducing zhongli. but childe has always had a crush on zhongli. thats why he misbehaves to get his attention.

so zhongli says “ur here again” n sighs

“yup did you miss me?! dont answer that bc ik you did”

n zhongli sighs again all annoyed n shit

“seems you never learn”

“maybe i’m jus here bc i love n want to see you everyday”

n zhongli taking that as sarcasm rolls his eyes

“i doubt that.”

and so for like 30mins childe is making all these noises to get zhongli’s attention and annoy him which it works. and zhongli having enough of it already decides that he needs to be punished. so he gets up n walks over to the desk childe is sitting at cups his face with his hand grinning

“u rly like to get on my nerves dont you~…..” and childe’s tryna contain himself

“is it working~?”

“idk pretty boy….wanna find out for urself~…..”

n zhongli is like inches away from childe’s face. n childe still keeping his composure decides to tease back hoping to get what he’s longed for for so long.

“idk do i~?….”

and zhongli leans in n jus as hes abt to kiss childe he pulls away and walks back over to the teachers desk and childe is really disappointed bc he thought he finally had it but jus lost it. so zhongli goes back to working on his paperwork while childe is just furious.

”Is this how u treat everyone?! tease them and leave them with nothing. take advantage of us!!”

n zhongli bursts out laughing putting his papers in a neat stack

”ur quite interesting childe, if i said it was jus u would that make u feel better??”

and childe huffs rolling his eyes still rly pissed off.

“did u want more? were you expecting something more from me? something else?”

n childe blushing looks away

“fuck off”

n zhongli gets mad at the response and pulls out one of those long ass rulers n gets up n starts walking to childe.

“thats no way to speak to the student council president. you need to be punished”

so zhongli sets the ruler aside still pissed asf

“get up.” childe ignores.

”get up right now.” childe still ignores.

so zhongli grabs the ruler smacking it against the desk childe is at.

“GET UP RIGHT NOW!”

n childe jumps a little and gets up

“ok ok chill”

so childe walks over to zhongli n stands in front of him.

“im gonna punish n force you into submission until u completely submit to me”

childe laughs

“no way. you really think u can do that? just try”

“oh i will. just watch me”

(a/n: in this fic childe has bright pink sensitive nipples bc ughh 😩🤌🏾 well both of them have bright pink nipples but zhonglis r rly sensitive.)

so zhongli turns childe around n starts grinding against him causing childe to moan ever so slightly.

“do u like that~?”

n childe tryna keep his composure laughs to cover up a moan. n zhongli looks down and grins seeing childe’s hard erection through his clothes.

so zhongli reaches down n starts palming childe causing slightly louder moans to come out of his mouth.

“your so hard for me childe….what a naughty slutty little boy~“

childe loses it bc zhongli is finally saying the things he’s been dreaming of him saying. so zhongli amused starts licking the shell of his ear biting and nibbling it which makes childe blush harder. so zhongli reaches his hand down into childe’s pants and boxers and wraps his hand around childe’s dick which he almost cums. so zhongli starts pumping him n not even 30s he throws his head back on zhonglis shoulder n cums letting out a loud moan

“fuck zhongli~…..”

zhongli smirks very amused

“so quick to cum~ do i rly turn u on that much~?”

n childe fights the urge to nod his head and submit. he’s not going down without a fight.

“no i was just pent up. why would i be for someone like you!!”

zhongli snickers and slides his hands up childes shirt n starts taking it off.

“not submitting yet i see~….”

“did u think it would be that easy asshole? ha!”

so zhongli turns childe around.

“you should just give up now! your not go-“

n zhongli interrupts him with a passionate kiss. a long deep one filled with sexual tension n desire. he leaves childe blushing like crazy and gasping for air.

“what was that? i didnt catch the last part, say that again.”

“i said that i’m never gonna sub-“

n zhongli interrupts him again. same thing happens like 2 more times until childe gives up.

“can u repeat that one more time?”

and childe looks away with a annoyed expression on his face

“glad that shut u up~”

so then zhongli looks childe up and down bites his lip causing childe to blush.

“you’re kinda cute…i think i can use u….”

n childe blushes more

“and these nipples….”

zhongli says while pinching them making childe arch his back and moan loudly.

“they look pink and innocent…but when i pinch n twist them like this…”

childe lets out n even louder moan with a face flushed even more n drool running down the side of his mouth

“….you make such naughty noises and that really turns me on.”

and so zhongli continues pinch n play with them and then starts marking his neck.

“what if i made u mine hmm? my little fuck toy? or how abt pet?? you could be of some use to me….”

and all childe can do is whimper. so zhongli has him bend over on the teachers desk and pulls down childe’s pants. and he like squeezes childes plump round ass and caresses it before grabbing the ruler and spanking him with it which causes childe to moan n cum immediately.

“ur such a slutty masochist”

n childe groans n is like stuttering his words

“w-w-well ur so fucking sadis-“

n zhongli spanks him not with the ruler this time but his hand n childe jus looses it.

“ready to submit….?”

n childe tryna keep the ounce of pride he has left shakes his head.

“no!”

zhongli spanks him again.

“how abt now?”

“No!”

n so zhongli gets an idea n sticks his fingers inside childe’s mouth.

“suck”

childe does so n a minute later zhongli pulls them out.

“what are you gonna d- ahh!”

and zhongli’s fingers are wiggling around inside childe tryna get him prepared. childe has just completely lost it. he’s drooling all over the desk, moaning so loudly that if there was people here they would be able to hear, clinging onto the edge of the desk like his life is on the line.

“f-fuck zhongli…ahhh”

he’s a panting slutty mess. a fee mins later zhongli pulls his fingers out n takes off his own pants and boxers lining himself up to childes entrance. he inserts only the tip of his dick causing childe to go even more crazy if thats even possible n moan so fucking loud. but its been long enough. he wants more. more of zhongli inside him. he wants all. all of zhongli inside him. so he whimpers n cries out zhongli’s name.

“whats the problem sweetheart?”

zhongli says grinning from ear to ear.

“pls..”

childe says desperately

“pls what?”

”pls zhongli i-….”

“you…? gotta tell me what u want otherwise i wont know.”

“pls i want more of u….!!”

“beg for more than.”

“Zhongli pls i want ur cock inside me so bad. pls i’ll do anything!! just fuck me already!!”

“anything…?”

zhongli says slipping half way inside him.

“y-y-yes just pls fuck me!!”

n zhongli, a very satisfied man jus starts pounding into him hitting his g spot every time.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck! FUCK! ZHONGLI PLS SLOW DOWN AHH~!!”

n that only makes zhongli speed up and childe cums like multiple times. after a while, giving a few last thrusts zhongli comes for the second time inside childe. and pulls out while childe just drops to the floor completely unable to move or anything. jus a panting blushing hot slutty mess with zhongli’s cum dripping out of him. all pride lost. pulling his pants and boxers back on zhongli lifts him up to his feet and bc childe has no strength he just falls onto zhongli resting his head on his shoulder.

“now that you’ve completely submit to me, ur all mine~….mine to do whatever i pls with. mine and only mine. No one else….”

and childe jus nods groaning bc of the pain.

”i hope u learned ur lesson now. unless…. you wanna comeback again for another visit…”

n childe jus groans again.

“i see the way you look at me childe….a look filled with lust and desire…its really quite a turn on~….. you look so desperately….so needy….so vulnerable…the amount of times i wanted to bend you over and fuck u so hard until you cant walk is too much to count. i wanted to make you mine so no one else could have that innocent slutty little boy who’s just oozing with sexual desire. any man or woman would get turned on n wanna have there way with you. u needed to be protected and only by me.”

so zhongli grinds his teeth bc of how possessive he is.

“so no one but me can fuck u stupid. and now that ur finally mine…i dont have to worry abt it so much as before”

n so zhongli strokes childe’s hair n plants a kiss on his head.

“you’re my precious little play thing.”

and childe, burying his face into zhongli’s chest smiles bc thats all he ever wanted. and then he looks up at zhongli as zhongli looks down at him smiling.

“zhongli…?”

”yes?”

“if all u said was true….why were u such an asshole to me. you were stricter on me than others, ruder to me than others, tougher on me then others….so why?”

“why?”

zhongli chuckles n childe nods

“to keep a good reputation, but i also wanted to push you, everytime u got angry and gave me attitude it only turned me on. which is why i kept going….does that answer ur question?”

n childe grunts

“u sadistic fuck!”

n zhongli laughs

“says the one who got turned on every time i public humiliated or yelled at you….”

“thats not true!!”

“uh-huh…the sexual energy u admit would become stronger and i could hear your breathing getting heavier with breathy tiny moans and u would always part ur lips slightly and rub ur thighs together and on top of that, ur eyes squint ever so slightly.”

childe was speechless bc this whole time he thought he was being slick.

“w-w-well that doesnt matter!”

childe said huffing and zhongli only chuckled and kissed his head.

“hey childe…”

“what!”

“i love you….”

childe was blushing like crazy. never in a million years did he think zhongli would say that.

“you can’t just go randomly saying those things?!!”

childe said burying his face deeper into zhonglis chest.

“b-but i love you too i guess…”

he mumbled and zhongli smirked.

“look at me.”

childe looked up into zhonglis ambers eyes embarrassed asf.

“wh-wh-what is it?”

“you’re really cute yk.”

n zhongli leaned down slightly and kissed him before he could say anything else. the end :)

thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed even though its formatted weird and kinda sorta a story. 🥰

[jisungsplatforms]

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x fem! reader

Genre: fluff, bits of angst, and smut at the end; non idol au, friends-to-lovers

Word Count: 10k (idk what happened either, please don’t look at me like that 👁👁)

Warnings: Mature Content ahead! (yk me, always gotta add some spice) Strong language, mentions of alcohol and intoxication, PIV, (implied) first time, fingering (f rec), cum eating, protected sex.

Note: This fic is brought to you by the @binniesthighs anniversary collab! 🌹🌹🌹 I hope you guys enjoy this story (cause I definitely got carried away writing this, whoops) And of course, since this is a collaboration between other talented writers, be sure to check out their fics as well under the #celebratethemthighs tag, you won’t regret it!! // Taglist: @minniehohos @arohabangtan @cloudyybinin @yoriiisstuff //

Amidst the cacophony of noise in the café, there was a man quietly sitting in the corner of the room. His name— Yang Jeongin; a young, handsome man… who looked like he was about to lose his shit. In Jeongin’s 20 years of living, NEVER would he have thought that his heart would pound wildly under the presence of his best friend—the same person who witnessed every single gross, embarrassingly pathetic moment in his life, but here he is now, stomach wrenching in anxiety as you reenacted how your day went.

“So then Brian had to help me rewire the entire system!” you huffed, throwing your hands up in wild gestures. “Just how incompetant do you have to be to misplace every single wire?! Red plug to the red ringed input thingy, yellow plug to the yellow input and so on! It’s not rocket science!” Before you could fully lose your anger, you took a few sips of your drink to cool down. Noticing that Jeongin was spacing out, your eyebrows creased in worry. “Hey, are you okay?”

The sound of your voice snapped him out immediately, only now did he realise that he zoned out during your rant. “Oh, yup! Of course I’m okay! Why?”

“I don’t know, maybe cause you’re staring at me the same way you did when you had your first kiss with that cockroach,” you laughed, remaking the exact expression he made that day. Jeongin hid his face, groaning.

“That was such a traumatizing experience,” he shivered, the dramatic-ness of his reply drove you into laughter.

“No but seriously, what’s wrong? You’ve been a little quiet this whole time.”

Jeongin’s heart raced. What am I supposed to say? ‘Oh nothing big, I’m just nervous cause I’ve been madly in love with you since we were kids’? He sucked in his lips, fiddling with his fingers. “I don’t know,” he stuttered, “I guess I’m just really happy to be in your company again, that’s all.”

Your eyes softened. “Aw, I’m sorry, Innie,” you pouted, reaching over to hold his hand, making his heart race. “It has been a while since the two of us hung out, huh?” Jeongin let out a shaky breath, eyes lingering on your entwined hands. He looked up, faking a sad pout.

“Duh. Ever since you started hanging out with your radio show friends, we don’t spend as much time anymore. I miss you, you know?” The second his last words spilled out, he panicked. Fuck fuck fuck. Why did you say that?! he thought as his face turned red in embarrassment. However, if Jeongin wasn’t so busy beating himself up, he would’ve noticed how flustered you’ve become. The simple 7 letter phrase sent your heart racing—though there was another 7 letter phrase you’d much rather hear from him. In an attempt to cover up your true feelings, you chuckled, pinching his hand before you let go, much to Jeongin’s disappointment.

“Come on, you don’t really miss me that much? Don’t tell me you don’t have any other friends other than me, loser.”

He huffed. “Of course I do have other friends. It’s just that they’re not my best friend, aren’t they?”

“Aw, it’s okay baby,” you grinned. “If you really missed me that much, you could’ve just called and I would’ve made time for you. You know I always do!”

“Yeah, I guess, but I didn’t wanna bother you! You have been busy lately so—”

You rolled your eyes. “I told you countless times before: I’m never too busy for you, Jeongin.”

He stared at your face for a bit before breaking out a huge smile. “Thanks, Y/n.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re my favorite dumbass, what would I do without you? You know how boring my life would be?”

“Nevermind. I take everything I said back.” The two of you laughed for a few seconds before resuming back to your own tasks. You looked back down to your notepad, staring down at the highlighted markings on your script. Jeongin watched your eyes darted back and forth from said script to your notepad, wanting to gaze upon your stunning face a bit longer. After a few minutes, he begrudgingly tore his eyes off of you, hoping that you hadn't noticed his stares. As his brown orbs trailed back to his spiral notebook filled with mundane notes, a plethora of messages erupting from his cell phone caught his attention. Immediately, he dropped his pen to read what was the gossip his friends wanted to talk about today.

His eyes scanned through the seven new messages sent by 5 of his friends; texts about Jisung telling everyone to bring a date to their party, Hyunjin and Changbin arguing that Minho “didn’t count”, Jisung complaining and saying that he wasn’t going to bring Minho anyways, and Minho saying he’d take Seungmin instead, to which the latter strongly disagreed to. Jeongin muffled his laugh, covering his mouth to stop himself from interrupting your train of thought—which was useless for it only made you even more curious. Shaking it off, you merely sighed, continuing to scribble down your notes with furrowed brows. Meanwhile, Jeongin, who was now holding his phone with both hands, decided to join in on the conversation. Despite only taking his eyes off of the screen for 30 seconds, there were already another eight messages from the rest of the guys. Jeongin laughed, reading messages of Minho and Seungmin bickering about their script for a radio show. He wanted to crack a sneer joke about the divorce couple when the thought of you flashed his mind, giving him an idea. ‘Can I bring Y/n tomorrow?’ he texted, resulting in the guys sending messages of approval (in the form of some weird ass emojis).

With the okay of his friends, he dropped his phone with a slight bang, slightly startling you. “So, are you—uhm—planning on doing anything this weekend?” Jeongin asked, twirling the strings of his bracelet nervously. You stopped writing and looked at him. Moving your pen away from your notepad, you brought it closer to your mouth, not noticing the sheer layer of sweat coating his forehead. You hummed in thought, mentally going through your schedule.

“Hmm...Nope! I think I’ll be free, why?”

His eyes sparkled in delight, mentally fistbumping the air. “Cool! I was wondering if you wanna go to a party with me!”

Immediately, you cringed. “A party?” you drawled. “Yikes. Whose party?”

“Hyunjin and Jisung are the hosts! They wanna celebrate the end of finals week, and the school year, in general, ‘as a reward’ or something. It’s gonna be at someone else’s house though.”

Parties? A gathering of more than 10 people who get together to drink, fuck, and other potentially illegal stuff? Yeah, that’s a hard ‘no’ for you. If it were just going to be the 9 of you, then you wouldn’t have minded but knowing how well known those guys are, there will definitely be more than 9 people there. You frowned in slight disappointment, thinking that he was going to invite you to hang out with him—only him. Just the two of you. But instead he offers you to a party? Knowing full well how much you despise parties, especially with people you don’t know? You grimaced. “Mmm...I’ll think about it, man.”

“Come on! Please? You said you’d go!” Jeongin pleaded.

“Whoa whoa, hang on. I told you I’m free; I never said I’d go to a party with you!”

“Please, Y/n?” he pouted. “I don’t like parties either but I already promised them I’d go!’

“Jeongin…” you sighed, “You can’t go making promises you can’t keep.” You went back to your notes, marking the end of the conversation. The air grew silent between you two. Looking up, you noticed Jeongin’s sullen expression. Feeling guilty, you let out a sharp exhale, catching his attention. “I’ll go,” you whispered.

“Really?” he exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise. “You don’t have to, if you really don’t want to.”

“It’s okay, I felt bad for declining. You looked like a kicked puppy,” you snickered. “Besides, anywhere I go is only fun when you’re around. You know that, don’t you?”

“Hi, guys.” Jeongin greeted tiredly, locking the door behind him. In the kitchen, there was Hyunjin, Jisung, and Changbin, all huddled up around the stove like cavemen discovering fire for the first time.

Jisung was the first to acknowledge his arrival. “You’re late, honey,” he teased, not making eye contact. “Too busy sucking Y/n’s pretty face?” Jeongin’s visage turned into the bright shade of crimson. He spluttered in embarrassment, trying to explain that he could barely even look at you in the eyes anymore. Thankfully, Hyunjin was there to save him. God bless you, Hyunjin! The taller male smacked the back of Jisung’s head. He clicked his tongue. “Stop it, Jisung. You know he’s sensitive to that topic! It’s not nice to rub in the fact that he’s too chicken to confess to her!”

Jeongin groaned, throwing his bag onto the floor, next to the couch. Yeah, I take it back. God, please curse those two. He muttered, “You guys are all jerks.” Fortunately, no one heard him. Changbin snorted, hitting the two stooges on the back of their heads.

“Anyways, welcome home, kid,” Changbin turned around to talk to the younger. “We’re just making ramen. Grab a bowl, it’ll be done in 5 minutes.”

“Thank you,” Jeongin muttered. He brushed past the huddle of toned bodies to grab a bowl and a pair of chopsticks from the respective places. “Where are the others?” he asked quietly.

“Chan stayed behind to add some finishing touches for our track, Felix went grocery shopping, and you know where the other two went,” Jisung answered, glancing back at Jeongin for a brief second before returning his attention back to the boiling pot of instant noodles.

Hyunjin then turned around, striking a flamboyant pose. “Kiss the Radio,” he whispered in the same manner they do for the intro. The boys, with the exception of the youngest, chuckled; Jisung lifting his palm for a high five, to which Hyunjin took. Jeongin silently sat at the table, blankly staring down at his bowl. Changbin, being the observant older brother he is, immediately caught onto his friend’s gloomy behavior. He pulled a chair for himself, sitting across from him.

“Talk to me, what got you so moody on this lovely Friday evening?” Jeongin, being the emotional teen he still is, refused to tell him at first, in fear that they’d laugh at him. He grumbled, fiddling with the chopsticks in his hands. Changbin tsked, somewhat disappointed that the baby of their friend group felt the need to close off his worries from them. “Come on, you can tell us. You know we’ll always be here to help you out and give you advice.”

The younger finally sighed. “It’s Y/n again,” he murmured, cheeks reddening at the thought of you. Jeongin briefly looked up at Changbin, continuing his speech when he gave him a subtle nod to continue. “I—gosh guys—I feel like I’m going crazy! We finally hung out, just the two of us, for the first time in almost a year, and I felt like I was going to...I don’t know, pee myself!”

“Luckily you didn’t!” Hyunjin tried to cheer Jeongin up, resulting in a nudge from Jisung.

“It’s been so long since it was just us, I forgot how nerve-wracking it is to be alone with her and ended up gawking like an idiot! My hands felt so clammy, my eyes bounced everywhere except at her, everytime she talked to me, and my stomach felt so twisted and empty. I felt so unprepared, it was embarrassing! Best friends shouldn’t be scared to be in each other’s presence!”

“Well best friends aren’t in love with each other,” Changbin smirked. The red in Jeongin’s cheeks amplified, resisting the urge to hide himself.

“Changbin! That’s not funny!”

The elder threw his arms up teasingly. “Just saying!”

Jeongin lets out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his face with his palms out of stress. “Guys, what should I do? I can’t keep doing this! I need to tell Y/n I love her before I regret anything!”

The whole kitchen was dead silent. Every single one of them were gathering up their brain cells in order to brainstorm some good ideas. All of a sudden, Hyunjin’s face lit up, as if he had an eureka moment. “I know!” he said, pounding his fist against his palm. “Did you tell Y/n about that party we invited you to?” Jeongin nodded with a skeptical ‘yeah’.

“Good! At that party, why don’t you pretend to be drunk in order to confess to Y/n? You know, if she doesn’t feel the same way, you can just blame it on the alcohol!” The three boys stared at him as if he had grown a second head.

Jisung was the first to break the silence. “Dude,” he began, “that’s fucking smart!”

“What?” Jeongin asked incredulously.

“Yeah, you should totally do it like that!” Jisung walked over to Jeongin, leaving Hyunjin to prepare the ramen himself. He wrapped one arm around the younger’s shoulders, smacking his chest with the other. “The sooner, the better! And that way, you can finally get your feelings off of your chest and she won’t renounce your 12 year long friendship!” The longer Jeongin thought about it, the more tempting the plan was. Poor, easily persuaded boy...

“NO!” Changbin intervened. “No no no. You’re doing it all wrong!” He sighed, setting his drink down onto the table. Getting out of his chair, he stepped closer to Jeongin, pushing Jisung out of the way and placing his own hands on his shoulders. “Listen. If you want a sure fire way to confess your feelings to Y/n, then I say you should just man up and tell her— without the use of alcohol or lying. Do you really think you’d be satisfied if you followed that dumbass plan?”

“Hey! It’s not dumb!” Hyunjin cried, slowly waddling to the table with the pot of ramen steaming in his hands.

“Yes, it is. And that’s exactly why you two are single.”

Jeongin stared at the ground sourly, now thinking of other ways to successfully reveal his true feelings to you without embarrassing himself. “Whatever,” Changbin smirked. “Hey, isn’t Y/n one of the hosts in that radio show you guys were talking about earlier?”

“Kiss the radio?” Looking back up, Jeongin tilts his head in confusion.

“Yeah, that one. And don’t they do that segment where they have confessionals or something?”

“Yeah…? Where are you going with this, Changbin?”

The elder rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh. “So...Confess to Y/n through that!”

Jeongin’s heart dropped. He could already feel his palms sweating in fear. There is no way he is going to declare his love for his best friend in front of thousands of listeners. “I can’t do that,” he stuttered in pure panic. “That’s a really popular show! One person is enough for me to lose my crap, but in front of a bunch of strangers?! I might have an aneurysm, man! Or worse!”

Changbin sighed, finally releasing his grip from his shoulders. “Hyunjin’s really rubbing off of you, huh?”

“Again. Hey!” the said man pouted. Jisung, on the other hand, noisily slurped his noodles, enjoying that his best friend was getting picked on instead of him.

Brushing Hyunjin off, Changbin continued, “Confess to her, yeah, but under like, an alias or a code name that only the two of you know! Declare your undying love to the love of your life but still keeping it on the downlow. Easy!” He clapped his hands in triumph as he uttered his final word. The other two boys let out an amazed “oh” in unison, dropping their chopsticks to give their eldest friend a round of applause. Changbin held his palm up with a curt nod, signaling for them to cease their clapping as if he were the president of Korea. With his jaw dropped widely in awe, Jeongin’s eyes sparkled. That’s...brilliant! he thought. He gave Changbin an excited smile, ready to thank him for his help. Just as he opened his mouth, the shorter man turned back to him, lips twisted in a smirk. “No need to thank me, I know I’m brilliant,” he boasted, sticking his chin up high. Suddenly, he sighed. “Be careful, you might feed into my ego! I know I’m an amazing bro, but you don’t have to rub it in!”

“Okay, you know what, Bin?” Jisung snorted. “You’re way too cocky for someone who’s only 167 centimeters.”

“FUCK OFF!”

…For the rest of the night, Jeongin spent his free time in his room, brainstorming what to write in his love letter. However, he couldn’t produce anything that satisfied him—and the evidence lay in the mountain of discarded paper in the trash bin next to his bed. He sighed out of frustration, palms rubbing against his tired eyes. Damn it, I think I need help…

He snatched his phone from beside him and unlocked it, immediately going to the messaging app. He scrolled down until he found the exact contact he was looking for. Tapping on the number, he swiftly brought the phone to his ear, hearing it ring several times before someone picked up. “Chan? Are you busy?”

The line was quiet for a few seconds until Chan’s voice was registered. “Never too busy for you guys. Why?”

“I need advice.”

“About…? You know I’m just in the room across yours, right?” Chan softly giggled.

Jeongin awkwardly chuckled, face reddening. “Uhm. This is kinda embarrassing for me to talk about face to face so I’ll just settle with calling…” he said as he fidgited with his ear.

“Ah, understandable. In that case, go ahead!”

“Hypothetically speaking, you want to write your feelings, let’s say, love, down on a piece of paper. What exactly do you write?”

“Oh?” There was clear mischief laced in Chan’s tone. “Well Jeongin, this is more of a subjective matter. There are a ton of things you can write in a love letter; it could be a bittersweet one, a romantic one, or even a more platonic one for your friends! It all depends on what you want to say deep in your heart. Doesn’t matter if you use simple vocabulary or Shakespearean language, as long as you are conveying YOUR LOVE through YOUR OWN WORDS, that’s all there is to it. If you’re going for the more, uh, romantic approach, you can talk about how strongly you love this person. Simple but nevertheless meaningful—nothing could go wrong! Just let it flow naturally…Get it?”

“I think I do…Thanks Chan!”

“Any time! Oh and good luck with Y/n! I’m rooting for you buddy!”

Jeongin blushed, hastily telling Chan ‘thank you’ before ending the call and locking his phone, sliding it back to its original spot. Now that he had a better idea of what to write, he did not feel as antsy. After ripping another sheet of paper in half, he picked up his pen once more to write. Without the pressure of making his letter “flawless”, his thoughts were now able to flow effortlessly through his pen and onto the parchment. His hand moved like it was on autopilot, it was as if his heart had taken over. He was so sucked in that in no time, the entire half sheet was filled with lines of his love. Setting the pen down, he picked up the paper to read what he wrote, face glowing red once he finished.

‘Oh my God, is this too much? This kinda doesn’t even sound like me? Will Y/n know it’s even me?’ Shaking off his doubts, he folded the paper into halves three times, slipping it into his bag pocket and leaving it there until the weekday rolled around. Grabbing his phone, he launched himself onto his bed, pulling his blanket over his body. He squirmed around for a few minutes before shutting his eyes, drifting off into slumber.

The morning came around quickly and the whole day was a blur for Jeongin as the night quickly approached. He anxiously sat on the dining chair, fixing himself for the 8th time that night. “Dude,” Jisung randomly popped up from behind, startling the already antsy boy. “You look like you’re trying to hold in diarrhea. Relax! It’s just Y/n!”

Felix came in right behind Jeongin’s other side, scaring him as well. “That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one in love with her.”

Jeongin rolled his eyes, slightly embarrassed, and completely unaware of your arrival. “You guys—”

“Y/n~! Hi!” Hyunjin greeted, running past the trio to you and wrapped his arms around you, leaning to give you a kiss on your head. You cringed, squirming to get out of his grip.

“Ew!” you laughed, “You reek of alcohol, Hyunjin! Get away from me!” Seungmin then appeared beside you, helping you unlatch Hyunjin from you. He jokingly pushed the latter away from you, teasing him that you don’t like socializing with tipsy people. Hyunjin pouted, walking off to bother Minho.

“Thanks, Min,” you grinned.

“Any time,” he shrugged, returning your grin. “Didn’t think I’d see you at a party?”

“I could say the same for you! You hate parties more than me.”

“Yeah, but the thing is, I’m one of the hosts, unfortunately. What’s your excuse?”

“I’m here to accompany my best friend!”

“Oh?” Seungmin raised his brows. “Speaking of…Are you ever going to tell him?”

“No!” Your voice dropped, eyes widening. “He cannot know I have feelings for him. Not yet, at least!”

He raised his arms up in a surrendering stance with a smug expression. “Okay, okay! Just saying! And if you do decide to confess, I’ll be here to cheer you on! Me and the rest of the guys!”

You giggled, “Thank you, Seungmin!”

On the other side of the house, Jeongin sat there, stressed. “I’m telling you, Jeongin!” Jisung said, now tipsier than a few minutes before. “If all else fails, you can also fake being drunk! It’s smart! If she returns your feelings, happy ending! If she doesn’t, not so happy ending, yeah, but you can just blame it on the alcohol and just make up whatever excuse. Foolproof!”

“That is anything but foolproof!” Felix said in disbelief. “Please don’t do that, Jeongin! Just be honest with Y/n. That would be a foolproof plan.”

The youngest furrowed his eyebrows in thought. “Hmm…You're right. This is a dumb idea.” He smiled at Felix. “I should just be honest with her! Thanks, Lix!”

Wanting to go over to you, Jeongin turned back in time to witness you throwing yourself into Seungmin’s arms, you kissing his cheek as Seungmin blushed. His heart dropped— jealousy brewing inside. After an internal debate with himself, Jeongin finally came to a conclusion. He placed his cup down on the counter and turned back to where you and Seungmin were at. He messed up his clothes and put on a ditzy face, swaying back and forth in the same manner he’d seen his friends do. He already reeked of alcohol and was tipsy enough to pull through with this stupid plan. Nothing can go wrong...right? “Oh no…” Felix muttered exasperatedly, realizing that Jeongin was in fact pulling through with the plan while Jisung cheered on the side.

He dragged himself into the living room , stumbling close enough to where the two of you were at. “Y/n!” he ‘drunkenly’ sang, launching his body onto yours. “I miss you~!” He tightened his arms around you, relishing the feeling of your warm body in his arms, and how perfectly you fit in them. Jeongin could feel tears picking his eyes, wishing he could enjoy this feeling without ‘being drunk’.

You stumbled, caught off guard. “Jeongin?” you stuttered. “Are you okay? What’re you—?”

He whined, “Why are you hanging out with Seungminnie? Aren’t you supposed to be with me? I’m supposed to be your date tonight, not him!”

“H-huh?”

“Y/n, I think he’s already drunk,” Seungmin spoke softly, stifling his laughter. “I think he had too much to drink tonight, you think you can take him home for us?”

“What? Uh, sure but I don’t have the keys to your house.” From behind, Jeongin whined, rubbing his face against your nape. Your face grew warm out of shyness, body writhing from the tickling sensation. Unbeknownst to you, Jeongin used that opportunity to inhale your familiar scent. He was internally applauding himself for how well this is going. Good job, Jeongin! And thank you, Hyunjin!

“Don’t worry about that,” Seungmin said. “I think it would be better if he stayed with you tonight. It’s safer that way, is that okay with you?”

You stared at the man in front of you, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “I don’t know if—“

“Y/n!!” Jeongin cried from behind. You turned your head to look at him, only to find his face close to yours. Way too close. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to move even closer or away from your best friend. Your lips were right in front of each other; the perfect distance for them to connect from just one move. You stared into his eyes, speechless, as Jeongin stared into yours. “Please…” he whispered huskily. His tone sent delightful shivers down your spine. If it wasn’t for Seungmin standing right there, you probably would’ve lost it.

Flustered beyond relief, you whipped your head back to Seungmin, who was giving you a mischievous look. “I—uh…” your voice cracked. You coughed, swallowing as much saliva as you could to do something about your dry throat. “I’ll take him. No worries!”

“Perfect! I’ll see you guys tomorrow then.”

“Y-yeah, see ya’,” you grunted as you wrapped your arm around Jeongin, adjusting his weight so that you won’t fall. You left the house, struggling to drag Jeongin to your car. Luckily I decided to drive myself tonight, you thought. You stumbled to pull your keys out and unlocked it, clumsily pushing Jeongin into the front seat. Hearing him wince in slight pain triggered you to say sorry. Buckling him into the seat, you checked him once more before going to your side of the car. As you started the car, you mentally prepared yourself for the potentially long night ahead.

…The entire 45 minute drive consisted of Jeongin singing at the top of his lungs, much to your amusement, and him constantly complimenting you, calling you beautiful and whatnot—but you’re never gonna admit how much his inebriated praises made you flustered. You finally arrived at your house, parking as close as you could to limit the walking distance. Hoisting Jeongin out of the car, you slammed the car door shut, the car honking once when you locked it. Struggling, you groaned for the umpteenth time that night, cursing your best friend for being so damn lanky. “Holy shit, Jeongin, when did you get so tall?”

Jeongin ‘drunkenly’ giggled. “Sorry~!” he sang. Grumbling, you dragged yourselves to your front door and unlocked it, which was not an easy task to do with a drunk 172 centimeter tall man clinging around you like a leech. You kicked the door open, doing your best to remove your shoes. Once they were off, you reached over and flipped the light switch on to safely navigate your best friend to your bedroom. Everyday, I thank myself that I live in a one story house, you thought, twisting the doorknob to your room and opening it. You ungracefully push him to your bed, the impact making Jeongin grunt.

“Crap, I’m sorry, Innie,” you cringed. You unfolded your blanket and draped it over his body. Your wasted friend looked up at you with tired eyes.

“Where’re you going?” he slurred. You brushed his hair back, pouting.

“Sorry, Innie, I can’t stay here with you tonight. Don’t worry, I’m just gonna be in the living room. You’ll be okay, right?”

Jeongin sat up with a pout, coaxing a few pity tears out of his eyes. “N-no…” he whimpered. “I want you to be with me, Y/n! Please?” Your heart churned at the sight of his pleading state, cooing sadly when you noticed his eyes glossing over. Dear Lord, I am not your strongest warrior.

“Okay fine, I’ll stay,” you tiredly agreed, making him smile and cheer victoriously like a little kid. “I still need to go back to wash my face, I’ll be back soon! Think you can wait for me?”

Jeongin childishly saluted. “Yes ma’am!”

You laughed. “Good boy!” you snickered, petting him like a dog. He laid back down, pulling the blanket over his nose and closed his eyes. You stayed for a while to play with his dark hair, eyes sadly lingering at his resting form.

“You know, Innie? You act exactly like you did as a kid when you’re drunk.” you quietly said, brushing his bangs back. “I remember the exact day you walked into that classroom and introduced yourself to the class as ‘baby fox’,” you giggled at the silly memory. “Little eight year old me thought it was weird but kinda cute…Who knew I would ever become best friends with the little fox boy? Since that day, we spend every waking moment together; I was there for you when you first got your braces, you were there for me when I first got my period, shit, I can’t imagine how terrifying that was for you! I remember you crying and screaming so much cause you thought I was gonna die…your parents had to give both of us the talk once I was clean…”

You stifled your laughter. “Man, eleven year old us were kind of idiots, huh? Wow, it’s really been 12 years since we met. We’ve really been through so much…I think the day my perspective of you changed was back in freshman year of high school. I got rejected by this guy I really liked and you were there to comfort me the whole night…Every person I had a crush on, every single one of them rejected me, and every time, you were there to comfort me…It made me think, ‘why do I need anyone else when I had you by my side?’…That epiphany really opened my eyes.”

You paused, watching his face for any sign of consciousness. Seemingly getting nothing, you continued. “That’s why—gosh, this is embarrassing, you’re not even awake to hear any of this…Though, I guess that’s exactly why I’m just letting out…idiot…” Your hand moved to his face, thumb softly stroking his cheek. “Yang Jeongin…I love you. I hope one day, you feel the same way I do…”

You brushed back his hair and kissed his forehead. You let out a melancholy sigh before turning to leave. Meanwhile, Jeongin’s heart was soaring. Y/n…you—she likes me! Y/n loves me back! He debated whether he should tell you that feeling’s mutual or if he should just keep pretending to sleep and talk about it the next morning. Of course, he shouldn’t waste this opportunity, couldn’t he? As Jisung always says, the sooner the better! “Wait!” Jeongin abruptly sat up, scaring you. “Come back, I’m not actually drunk!”

Your heart froze, body stiffening at the realization that Jeongin heard your confession. Fuck, no no no! “You’re not…Jeongin, stop lying, that's not funny! Just go to sleep already!”

“I-I’m not lying!” he cried, “I’m really not drunk! I faked being drunk so—”

All you could do was stand in shock. Fear, embarrassment, betrayal, anger, and relief swirled your mind, the storm of emotions overwhelming you so much that you didn’t listen to a thing Jeongin said. A thick fog of silence filled the room. You stared blankly at the man on your bed. “So…you’re not actually drunk?” you whispered.

“Never have been.”

“So that means…you were conscious…when I literally struggled to bring you here…and I told you I love you…”

Jeongin blushed. “Y-yeah. I—”

“Get out.”

“Wh-what?” he froze, guilt starting to fill his chest. He could clearly feel the twisting in his stomach. “Y/n, why?”

“Get out! You lied to me!” your voice raised in anger. “Jeongin, you tricked me!” You stomped over to the bed, ripping the blanket off of him. You grabbed his arm, roughly pulling Jeongin off.

“Y/n—”

“Jeongin, do you know how humiliating this is for me?! You—you basically took advantage of me!”

“What? No! But—you know I would never do anything bad to you!”

You scoffed. With a red face, you pushed him out of your room, trying to kick him out of your house. “Jeongin, that’s not the issue! The fucking issue is that you LIED. I—shit—you caught me off guard! I told you I love you cause I thought you were fucking asleep!”

He dropped his weight as much as he could in an attempt to stop you from shoving him. He spun around to face you. “I-I don’t see what’s wrong with that! Y/n, I lo—”

“NO! JEONGIN, PLEASE!” you screamed, tears pricking your eyes. “I’m so fucking embarrassed. I wasn’t ready yet…I didn’t want you to know yet, especially like THIS! Th-this wasn't how I wanted to tell you…” Losing your strength to fight back, your arms dropped to the sides. You stared at the floor, humiliated, wishing that he would just leave so you can sort your feelings out. “Jeongin…Please just leave…I’m a mess, I can’t deal with this right now. Please go home.”

Sorrow etched his face. How could he have known how much this plan would hurt you? If only he knew…he wouldn’t have done it. Jeongin stepped closer to give you a hug but stopped when he heard your quiet sobs. His heart broke knowing that those were tears that he caused. He bit his lip, stopping himself from crying. Muttering a shameful ‘sorry’, he turned to the door and walked out, leaving you to break down on your own.

…Jeongin bursted through the door in clear distress, startling the guys that were in the living room. “Guys I fucked up! I fucked up so bad!” He ran inside, looking for Changbin.

“Whoa whoa whoa, what’s wrong?” Felix asked from the couch, tightly clutching the bowl of cereal in his hands.

“I messed up. I did the thing Hyunjin suggested and it backfired! She’s mad at me! She hates me now! I blew it guys!”

“Hey hey, calm down. Y/n does not hate you,” Chan gently said from the kitchen, putting his doughnut back on the plate. “You’re her best friend, there’s no way she’d ever hate you.”

Changbin, the only other person awake and the one Jeongin desperately wanted to talk to, clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Told you so! I knew something would go wrong, I told you not to follow them! But what did you do? Listened to their plan!”

“Changbin!” Chan scolded.

“I’m only stating the obvious! He messed up, yeah, what’s done is done, but he can still fix it! We can help you fix your relationship, Jeongin!”

Jeongin plopped onto the couch, sitting beside Felix, clutching one of the cushions. “You sure?”

“Hell yeah! You still have that note, don’t you?” Changbin walked over to Jeongin, rubbing his shoulders to console him. The younger could already feel some of the pressure in his body lifting.

“Ah, you mean that love letter you wrote for Y/n?” Chan asked, smiling now that he remembered about it. Felix sat in confusion, trying to follow along with the conversation, mouth full of cereal. The older Aussie grinned, telling Felix that he’ll give him the details later.

Changbin snapped his fingers. “That,” he said, pointing to Chan, “You still have a chance! Once she reads that letter, she’ll instantly forgive you, tell you that she loves you too, and boom! Happy ending!”

“If you want,” Chan sang, “I can help you give the letter!”

“Oh yeah, let’s go! Chan personally knows YoungK, he can give the letter to him. Come on!” Changbin stood front of Jeongin, pulling the younger out of his seat. “Now! Now!”

However, Chan stopped them. “Uhm, yeah, sorry guys but not now. It’s late and Younghyun is mostly sleeping at this hour, let’s do that tomorrow, instead!”

“Okay, fine,” Changbin huffed. “Get the others to help too!”

“Ha~ppy, happy Monday, everyone! It’s everyone’s favorite host, YoungK, along with my favorite little minions!”

One by one, you all greeted into the mic.

“Hello everyone, it’s Seungmin in the building!”

“Hello, it’s LeeKnow~!”

“Hi hi, guys, it’s Y/n, and welcome back to—”

“Kiss the Radio!” the four of you cheered together, you and YoungK clapped while Minho hollered. It’s nearly been two days since the party and the little incident that happened that day. The entirety of your Sunday consisted of you sorting out your thoughts and ignoring every single one of Jeongin’s texts. Did you overreact? Mayhaps, but it was a perfectly appropriate response for confessing your 8 year long crush on your best friend after he basically lied to you. Feeling your anger bubbling inside, you took a quick sip of water to control yourself.

“Okay! For today’s show, I decided to switch things up a bit!” Brian, announced, putting on his signature ‘dj show host’ voice. “If you did not know, Haven University, which is the school my little minions attend, is nearing the end of it’s semester! Which means that their internship is ending today, so this is their last day!” The three of you whined exaggeratedly, yelling how you wanted to stay, how you wished it didn't have to end, etc. “I know, I know, I wish you guys didn't have to leave either! You three made this show much more fun and exciting, which I am very much grateful for!”

“It’s because you’re such a great host that you made this experience the best, YoungK,” Seungmin said as you and Minho agreed.

“Aw shucks guys. You guys are too sweet! Maybe, if possible, you guys can come back as permanent hosts!”

You gasped, “Oh my God, that’d be so awesome!”

“Right! Anyways, instead of having our whimsical chats first, I wanted us to go through the advice segment first. That way, we can get the more deeper stuff out of the way so we have more time for fun! Is that alright with you guys?” The three of you let out a cheery ‘yes’ in unison. “Great! In that case, Lee Know, would you like to read the first submission?”

“Yes~” Minho drawled. He stuck his into the clear container and pulled out a certain piece of folded line paper. Briefly clearing his throat, he murmured a sweet ‘okay!’ before beginning, not even recognizing the handwriting.

“Hello, my love. Sorry, is “my love” too strong? How about “darling”? Or rather, would “sweetheart” suffice just as well? Well, none of that really matters since I am too much of a coward to actually call you any of that, does it?

Love, loneliness, fear— emotions I never would’ve thought I’d feel when I am around you. Even if we are together 24/7, I can’t help but feel like we’re still too out of touch. The longing glances, the sparks I feel when our hands touch, the pounding in my chest when you smile at me—it’s getting more and more difficult to contain my feelings for you. Friends don’t typically feel any of that, do they? No, they do not. Oh, how much I crave to be more than just a friend...

That Title…Why does my heart hurt when you call me that? A͟ F͟r͟i͟e͟n͟d͟. Am I selfish for feeling this? Why can’t I just be satisfied with being friends? I can’t help but crave for more. I feel like a lovesick fool. Hopeless. Lost. Loveless

One day, hopefully soon, I will gather the courage to reveal my true feelings for you. But for now, I will just have to settle with nothing more than just a friend. I will just continue loving you from the sidelines until the day comes…even if that day may never come….I love you, Y/n. I have and will always love you…From IN”

The studio was hushed once Minho finished. You could feel three pairs of eyes staring at you in pure shock but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You knew in your gut who that letter was from. “Wow! How bold!” Brian gasped, breaking the short silence, “A confession? On live broadcast?! This is the first time we ever got something like this. This person sure is bold, Y/n, they must be serious about you!”

“Yeah…Wow,” you stuttered, stiffly chuckling. You looked over to where Seungmin and Minho were at, asking if they had any knowledge about the note, which they denied, completely oblivious to the note. Minho grabbed his phone to text you. ‘We knew he was in love with you, but we had no idea he’d do something THIS bold,’ his message read. ‘Frankly, I’m proud!’ You looked at Minho with a nod to thank him. Seeing how you were still in the middle of a broadcast, you decided to brush it off for now and worry about it later. You continue through the segment, reading a few more letters before cutting off for a break.

“And that’s all we’re gonna read for today, everyone! Now let’s listen to some of the most recently released songs to brighten our mood!” A song immediately played, mics switching off the exact moment. Brian then turned to you with a serious look. “So,” he dragged, sending you a teasing look, “are you gonna go to your admirer or…?” You stuttered, slightly confused by what he meant. “I think we all have an idea who the message is from. Look, I know this is your last day here, but I don’t mind you leaving if you wanna talk to that friend of yours to give your answer. Love is more important than some silly talk show!”

Your shoulders slumped, feeling guilty about leaving. “But, I feel bad. I can’t just leave! I can just give my answer later!”

Seungmin patted your back, wordlessly urging you to go. Minho, however, was a lot more verbal. “The two of you waited years for this to happen,” he scolded, giving you a parent-like glare. “Now that you finally have some progress, you’re gonna let it sit aside? Just go! We’ll cover for you, Y/n!” You glanced over the other two men once more and earned their okay, Brian shooing you like a cat. You thanked them all, removing your headset and grabbing your things, rushing out of the recording studio. They all cheered for you. “Good luck, Y/n!”

You sprinted as fast you could to his dorms, apathetic to the weird glances scanning your wild figure. Was it dangerous to run around like a maniac as the sun set? Probably, but you couldn’t care less. What was supposed to be a 30 minute walk from the radio station to Jeongin’s house was easily achieved in less than 20 minutes. You nearly slammed yourself against the front door, frantically knocking on it. “Jeongin!” you shouted, “Jeongin, please open up!” You continuously pounded your fist onto the door until it finally swung open, nearly causing you to hit whoever was behind it.

“Y/n?” Changbin stood there flabbergasted. Before he couldn have the chance to ask you what was wrong, you beat him to it.

“Where’s Jeongin? I need to talk to him!”

“Sorry but you missed him, kid. He went out not too long ago.”

“Really?” Your shoulders slumped, annoyance filling your chest. “Damn it!”

“Yeah, sorry, he didn’t tell anyone where he was going. If it helps though, I saw him run out that direction—” he said, pointing to his left, “—like a maniac earlier. I think he might’ve gone to your house. You should probably head there now just in case.”

Your irritation was short lived, quickly replaced by sheer relief. “Oh gosh, thanks, Bin!” you beamed, giving Changbin a tight hug. He chuckled, patting your back as returned the hug.

“Jeongin really does love you, Y/n,” Changbin said quietly. “I’m rooting for you both. Good luck!” You smiled, tightening your arms around him.

“Thank you.” You let go and dashed off to your house. Even if exhaustion was starting to kick in, you pushed yourself past your limits, driven by Jeongin’s love letter; you’ve waited far too long to stop now. You finally arrived home, chest heaving from running for the past 30 minutes. You whipped your head around in search of Jeongin, mentally screaming when you didn’t see him outside. You jogged over to your front door, thinking he might come over later. Reaching into your bag, you grabbed your keys and unlocked your door, ready to somewhat relax. However, instead of coming home to an empty living room, you were met with your best friend sitting right in the middle of your couch, holding a little bundle of light purple and white flowers in his arms. “Jeongin?”

He stood up, the tissue paper around the flowers crinkled as he moved. “Hi, Y/n,” he smiled, handing you the bouquet. “Sorry for just being in here without you knowing. I thought that I’d finally use that spare key you lent me.” You cautiously walked up to him, taking the bouquet into your hands.

“Flowers?”

“Yeah! I hope you don’t think they’re too cheesy,” Jeongin giggled, playing with his earlobe out of nervousness. His hand loomed over the purple and white flowers, as he smiled fondly, looking at you with a soft gaze. “I asked Seungmin and Hyunjin to help me out. Did you know that lilacs represent a person’s ‘first love’, and that these little white ones, the baby breath’s, basically represent everlasting love? Cute, right? Too bad they’re kinda poisonous, apparently. Oh, but don’t worry though, the baby breath’s are plastic! Don’t wanna kill off the love of my life.”

He giggled once more, moving his hands to cover his flushed face. You stared down at the simple bouquet, nearly tearing up at its message. ‘You are the first person I’ve ever loved, and hopefully the last. There can be no one else in this world that I’d love the way I love you.’

Tears started to roll down your cheeks. You tossed the bouquet onto the table, grabbed his face and gently pressed your lips onto his, catching him off guard. Jeongin stumbled a bit before catching his balance and returned the kiss, his hands moving to encircle your waist and cup your face. With just one touch of your delicate lips against one another, the both of you could feel the plethora of emotions surging through your bodies. Years of unspoken yearning was now nothing more than a silly thought. The two of you slowly departed once the demand of air was too great to ignore, nothing but pure love glazed over your eyes.

“I love you, Y/n,” Jeongin professed, “I meant every word in that letter.” You smiled, bringing him back into another kiss. Your arms twisted around his broad frame, pulling each other closer. The feeling of your lips against his felt surreal. It was addicting.

You pulled away and whispered breathlessly, “More.” Jeongin’s grip on your waist tightened, the sweet request sending delightful shivers down his spine. He moved his head to kiss you in another angle. However, the action still was not enough. “More, please…”

The once innocent kiss slowly grew with salacious fervor. Your tongue swirled against each other like a sensual dance, hands roaming freely, caressing and squeezing parts neither of you thought would ever touch. His knee slides in between your legs, grinding itself against your dampening core, making you whimper. The heat between your bodies was starting to grow unbearable. You both needed more.

“Jeongin…” you whined, slightly grinding your body against his, “…need more…Please…” Jeongin’s pants were tightening by the second, and your needy pleas were not helping. He groaned, begrudgingly separating yourselves from each other, resulting in a needy cry from you.

“Y/n,” he panted. “W-We should stop while we still can. I feel like I’m gonna lose it!”

You grasped his collar, harshly pulling his face to yours, staring him down with lust. “Then lose it. What’s stopping you?” Immediately, Jeongin lifted you into his arms, running into your bedroom. He opened and slammed the door shut, not caring about the loud noise he made since he had a feeling that won’t be the noise your neighbors would be complaining about tonight. He carefully placed you on your bed, hovering above you, eyes staring you down with the same amount of hunger in yours. His eyes raked up and down your body, silently asking for your permission to proceed. Earning a nod from you, he leaned down and kissed you once more, sliding his tongue back inside your mouth while he lifted your shirt to fondle your chest.

You let out a breathy sigh, enjoying the way his large hands squeezed your breasts. Jeongin separated his lips from yours, a thin string of saliva still connecting you together, to move down to your neck. You twisted your head around, switching from baring your neck to enclosing it with stifled giggles, his plush lips sending a pleasurable but ticklish sensation. “Wait, stop,” you tittered, “it tickles, Innie! Nooo!” He immediately stopped, looking up with an exasperated yet amused expression.

“This is supposed to feel good, not tickle you, you weirdo!” Jeongin quipped, sticking his finger out to stroke the exact spot he was sucking on seconds ago. At the sight of your joyful laugh, his eyes crinkled in adoration.

“I’m sorry! I can’t help it!”

“Well, you ruined the sexy mood!” he joked. The sound of laughter filled the empty room, the intense atmosphere instantly shattering. You giggles ceased, continuing to gaze in each other’s eyes. Your right hand moved from his shoulder to his face, gently cupping his cheek. Jeongin’s smile widened, leaning into your touch.

“I love you, Innie,” you spoke softly. “I’m sorry for overreacting and ignoring you.”

He shook his head. “No, don’t be sorry, it’s my fault. You were right to get mad, I did basically lie to you and I’m sorry for that. It was kinda a jerky move.”

“I guess we really are just idiots in love, huh?”

“Tell me about it, can you believe I actually listened to Hyunjin and Jisung’s plan?”

“That was their idea?” you snorted. “That makes a lot more sense.”

“They had good intentions! Wrong approach, yeah, but they just wanted to help!”

You sat up, chuckling. Jokingly, you said, “Still, remind me to kill them later.” Jeongin nodded and muttered a playful “Gotcha” as he sat up with you. He urged you to sit on his lap, to which you immediately took, kissing your forehead once you were settled. The two of you connected your lips once more, the kiss now softer than before.

“Do you still wanna continue?” Jeongin asked. The second you agreed, his hands moved from your waist to your rear, bringing your lower body flat against him. The feeling of his hardened dick grinding against your core had you both groaning in pleasure. You moved his hands to the waistband of your bottoms, coaxing him to remove them from your body. Jeongin followed through, looking up at you for confirmation—to which you verbally gave him your okay—and slipped both your pants and underwear down as you removed your upper garments, leaving yourself bare. He nearly smirked when he noticed the string of arousal connecting itself from your vulva to your panties. “So wet,” he murmured, half-cockily, half-surprised, which made you blush. His forefinger brushed against your damp lips, gathering up your slick.

An erotically shaky breath escaped your lips. You closed your eyes, relishing his light touch. Gathering enough arousal, he slowly inserted his finger inside you, catching you off guard. “Ah!” you jolted, mewling.

“Sorry, did that hurt?”

“N-no, you didn’t—oh fuck, that feels good.” Jeongin pumped his finger in and out, watching your face contort in pleasure. He wiggled his finger several times before adding another finger. You cried out, throwing your head back. “Shit, Jeongin!” You panted, chest heaving deliciously. He attached his mouth to your breasts, tongue swirled around your nipple. You twisted and moaned, the stimulation on your chest and in your cunt made you dizzy. You were so close to your release, tightening when Jeongin switched to the other nipple. “C-clit, Jeongin. Here—oh—!”

“Here?” His thumb moved up to play with the little bundle of nerves above, making you arch your back with a pleasured whine. The speed of his fingers increased, feeling you tighten more and more around them. He chuckled when your body started to shake, signaling that you were about to cum. He moved his head to your ear, pecking your jaw. “Let go, beautiful,” he whispered huskily. The unexpected command triggered your release, his tone sending shivers down your spine. You let out a keen moan, body twisting and shaking as you cummed, Jeongin helping you ride out your high. He carefully slipped his fingers out, panicking when you collapsed on top of him. “Shit, are you okay!?”

Chuckling, you nodded. “Holy fuck, you filthy virgin, how are you so good?”

Knowing that you’re still conscious and responsive enough to crack a joke, your best friend sighed in relief. “Porn,” he grinned cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes and lightly slap his chest. You were about to let out a snarky comeback, freezing when Jeongin stuck his soiled fingers inside his mouth. His pink tongue lapped up every bit of cum on his digits. Your face heated in embarrassment, hiding yourself in the juncture of his neck. “Jeongin!”

“What?” he simpered. “Don’t wanna put anything to waste, right?” You looked up to see his condescending smile. It was clear that he enjoyed seeing you so flustered in this way. You covered your reddened face while he laughed.

“You’re still fully covered…” you muttered, slowly moving your hands away. Jeongin briefly looked down then back to you, his smirk widening.

“We should change that, shouldn’t we?” he teased. He got off of the bed, slowly removing his clothes, giving you a little strip tease; forcing himself to ignore his shyness and to not back down. Before he could remove his boxer briefs, a crucial realization struck. “Crap, I don’t have any condoms…”

“It’s okay, I have some in that drawer over there.” Jeongin looked over and walked to where you were pointing at. He opened the drawer, blushing when he saw your neatly folded underwear inside. “In here?” he timidly asked, throwing you an embarrassed look. “Why do you even have condoms?”

Now it was your turn to smirk. “Aww, are you getting shy? You better not be, especially after fingering me and shamelessly eating my cum!” you raised your brow. “The condoms are buried in the corner somewhere. And for your information, a friend of mine bought them for me as a joke, I just never threw them out cause I thought they might come in handy one day!”

“Good thing you didn’t,” he snickered, pulling out the box and closing your underwear drawer. He pulled out one packet and placed the box on top of the drawer, walking back to the bed. He was about to open the package before your hands stopped him.

“Let me do it.” You tore it open, pulling out the rubber then tossing the trash onto the floor. At the same time, Jeongin pulled down his underwear, his red cock slapping against his toned stomach. You wrapped your hands around his stiff length, giving it a few strokes, which resulted in Jeongin to moan, before pinching the tip of the condom and rolling it onto him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and laid back onto the bed, bringing him down with you. He kissed your lips one more time, scooting back a bit to position himself to your vagina, his tip grazing your entrance.

“Are you gonna be okay?” he questioned, eyebrows furrowing in worry. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“Of course, I’ll tell you when to stop. Just go slowly.” Nodding, his hand carefully guided his dick inside you, going as slow as he could, hands going back to either side of your head. Your mouth hung open, a mix of mild pain and pleasure shot up your back. Jeongin immediately leaned down and kissed your lips after hearing the slight discomfort in your whine. You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to focus on the pleasurable aspect. You pulled away and breathlessly commented, “Holy shit, you’re bigger than I thought.” Naturally, Jeongin’s ego inflated, cheeks reddening out of shyness.

“Sorry?” he said, grinding his hips against yours to test the waters. Hearing your whimpers grow louder and needier, he slowly pulled out half way and slammed back inside, causing you to let out a loud moan. He continued the action, his hips gradually moving faster and faster with each desperate cry of his name.

“M-more!” you whimpered, “Go faster, p-please!” Jeongin groaned, sitting up to adjust himself. His large hands moved to your legs, spreading them wider. His pace increased, roughly pounding into you. Despite the cool air from the air conditioning, the heat from your bodies caused sweat to roll down your head; the sounds of skin slapping and heavy pants and moans filled the room. Your hands moved to his back, clawing at it. “Harder! Harder! Fuck, keep going, Jeongin!”

Your arched your back, heaving chest, tear-stained face, and loud, desperate moans hypnotized him. He wanted to see more. Throwing his head back with a loud moan, obsessed with the tantalizing squeeze of your pussy, he hissed, “Oh God, you feel so good, Y/n—fuck!” He hooked his hands under your knees, lifting your legs over his shoulders, enabling him to reach deeper inside you. Your eyes rolled back, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot. The pornographic moans that escaped your sweet lips had Jeongin’s cock throbbing.

He was dangerously close to the edge; your slick cunt was getting too much for him to handle. Not wanting to cum first, his hand cupped your cunt, thumb moving back to your clit, circling it in a way that had you seeing stars. “Ah shit!” you screamed, tears of pleasure streaming down your already messy face. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!” Jeongin leaned forward to kiss you, shoving his tongue back inside your mouth. It took three more thrusts from Jeongin for your sanity to shatter. Your body spasming as you cummed, the milky fluid coating his length as he fucked you through your high, some of it spilling out of you.

Your pulsating cunt pushed Jeongin to his release. His body stilled, ejaculating into the condom. He pushed his face onto your pillow, moaning right in your ear. He rolled his hips into you a few times then pulled out, more of your fluids flowing out. Jeongin carefully removed the condom, getting up and tying it to dispose of it. You watched him through drowsy eyes, giggling when something crossed your mind. Wiggling your eyebrows when you made eye contact, you said, “That was so good, looks like watching porn every night really paid off!”

“Shut up!” he groaned with a laugh, threatening to throw the used rubber to your face. As he was going back to the bed, he bent down to pick up his t-shirt and sweater, separating them from each other, using the shirt to clean your messy bodies. He laid back down with you, throwing the dirtied shirt across your room.

You took your blanket and covered your naked bodies to protect yourselves against the cold air, cuddling to strengthen the heat. You nuzzled your face to his chest, taking in his scent. “So, when did you realize that you loved me?” you whispered, tracing curved lines onto his broad chest. Jeongin let out a breathy chuckle, reminiscing the exact moment his whole world changed.

“God, honestly, I think I’ve loved for a long time now but never acknowledged it until, like, our last year of middle school,” he laughed. “That was the year I got my braces!”

You giggled. “Of course, you were so cute back then.”

“Hey, are you trying to tell me that I’m not cute anymore?”

“Your words, not mine,” you joked, pecking his jaw.

Jeongin giggled, pulling you closer in an attempt to crush your body. “Rude. Even after I’ve confessed my love for you, you still continue to bully me,” he snickered, shuffling his body lower to rest his head against yours. “You know that kid who used to pick on me? I remember him saying something so mean about them, I legit cried! I really wanted to run away and bawl my eyes out, but then you saw us and pushed the kid to the ground and yelled at him, and I quote, ‘for being a little bitch and bullying other kids’!”

“Ah,” you cringed, “gosh, why was I such a violent kid?”

“Don’t be embarrassed, I like that about you!” Jeongin laughed. “You were one of my role models, actually! You’re so happy, strong-willed, independent, always helping those in need, aka me. You always knew what you wanted and worked hard for it. It was always so, so admirable, I was kinda jealous! I remember thinking ‘wow she’s so cool, I am so in love with her’!” Flustered, you buried your face in his chest again, mumbling something about how sweet but embarrassing his words were. He laughed again, rubbing your bare back in reassurance. “You know, as cliche as our whole love story is, at least now we finally have each other,” Jeongin kissed your nose, the two of you giggling. “Can’t believe we spent the last few years doubting ourselves. God, does that mean we could’ve been doing this all this time?”

“What? The sex?” you teased, making him panic.

“NO! Of course not! I meant we could’ve been doing this! The late night sweet talking, the cuddling without getting nervous, the gentle kisses? Everything we could’ve been freely doing as a couple. Honestly, I’m kinda frustrated with myself!”

“Aww, don’t be! Now we can do it, yeah?”

Jeongin sighed. “True. Better late than never!” he chuckled, earning a giggle from the both of you. You laid in serenity, basking in the feeling of finally being in each other’s arms…

“Wanna go another round to make up for lost time?”

“…Hurry up and fuck me dumb then, lover boy~”

End ♡︎

[drakenology]

It’s Gonna Be A Long Night - Bakugo Katsuki

warnings! ⚠️ : smut, fluff, and swearing. also in the perspective of a fem!reader

summary: bakugo gets home from a longggg night of hero work; desperate to just crawl into his shared bed with his favorite person (hey, that’s you!) and ravish her until the night is done. he hasn’t been this hungry for you since the first time you guys did the deed!

Idk the word count for this. Sorry! I’m typing this on my phone anddd i’m kinda new to this stuff. Enjoy!

God. Tonight was one of the most draining nights of Bakugo’s career as top hero. Five villian attacks in the same night as well as an attempted kidnapping. Not to mention the long and drawn out confrence meetings with the local police as well as the other pro heros in his agency.

As the night ended, Bakugo waved goodbye with the least amount of energy he could give as he turned in for the night, heading to his car to return home. He plopped down in the driver’s seat with an exasperated sigh as he reached in his pocket to grab his phone to let you know he was on the way home; shutting this door behind himself.

“Hey, you awake? If not I’m waking you up. I need you.” Bakugo texted with sleepy eyes. He waited for a little while to see if you’d respond before he pulled off. Soon enough he heard his phone ping.

“Yeah. Can’t sleep. Had a bad day? I can reheat your dinner if you want.” You texted back from your shared bed. You were up waiting for him to come home all night. He wasn’t supposed to be out this late anyways. That’s what happens when you’re engaged to a pro hero. The sleepless nights, those nights where one of you would be asleep and the other comes trudging in from a late shift; sometimes it can be overwhelming, but for him it was all worth it. You supported his dream of being a pro hero since the two of you were walking the halls of UA together.

“Nah. Not hungry for that. I’m tryna eat something else though.” Bakugo texted back with a sly smirk. He sat his phone on the dashboard and pulled out of the parking lot; making his way home.

Bakugo couldn’t wait to get home; driving in his all black sports car with haste through the city traffic. At least y/n would be there to greet him. He knew from the start of your relationship that you were his end game. He loved everything about you from your head down to your toes (which he secretly thinks are fucking adorable!). All he could think about is how you look when you’re undone; hair messy, little to no clothes on looking absolutely delicious in one of his big t-shirts. He could already smell your shampoo as he dreamt of you lying in bed waiting for him; his pants growing tight as he imagines your breasts bare and supple underneath one of his shirts. As he waits for the traffic light to turn green, he reaches for his phone to text you again.

“Gonna fuck the shit outta you when I get there, baby. I cant wait to see that ass naked.”

Meanwhile at home, you read the text from your favorite blonde with a goofy smile plastered on your face. Biting your lip in temptation, you jump out of bed to prep yourself for the long night of love-making ahead. It was a Friday night so he had all the time in the world to please your body for as long as he wished as weekends were his only days off. You walked towards your bathroom to take a quick shower before your fiancé made his way home. You stood in the hot shower and let out a small groan as the feeling of your muscles relaxing under the water slowly covered your body. Sighing, you wash up a little more before turning off the water and stepping out, running a towel over your wet face to dry it off. You walk back into your bedroom and pull out one of Bakugo’s favorite sets he loves to see you in. An orange lace bra with a black lacy thong with matching orange trimming on them. The first time you wore this for your fiancé he damn near ripped it off of you.

“Fuck, you look so sexy, princess. Move ‘em to the side. Don’t you dare take them off.” He said gesturing towards your sweet heat. He ate you out for what seemed like hours that night in his office and fucked you until you couldn’t remember your own name.

You softly smiled at the memory as you pulled a big white t-shirt (belonging to bakugo) over the sexy little number. Soon enough you heard the sound of your fiancé’s car alarm being activated .

He’s home. You practically run into the living room like a puppy greeting its owner. Standing right in front of the front door, you listen as the door clicks unlocked, your lower half feeling a familiar pressure. You missed him so much. Too much. The door opens as your spikey headed blond lover walks through, sitting his bag at the door and taking off his shoes. He looks down at you, his towering figure inching closer to your smaller frame. He says nothing, pulling you into his arms as if he hadn’t seen you in years when it had only been a few hours. You wrap your arms around his neck and embrace the man you love.

“Hey, shitty woman.” He says, peppering little kisses all over your face and neck.

He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his strong waist as he plants a passionate kiss on your lips. Your tongues danced together, massaging and exploring each other with love as he pulled away slowly as if he never wanted to stop. He catches your scent and he knows he’s finally home. With you.

“I’ve been missing you all day, Ka-chan. How was your day?” You ask him, still being carried by Bakugo as if you were a precious thing that was to never touch the ground.

“It’s better now that I’m home. Today did anything less than piss me off.” Katuski growled. He walked toward the kitchen and sat you down on the island. “I guess you’re gonna have to make it better, huh princess?”

You licked your lips in response; your pussy feeling as if a faucet had been turned on. You wanted him bad. And he wanted you too.

“It’s like you don’t own any of your own pajamas. Why’re you always prancing around in my shirts, huh? Is it ‘cause you know it fuckin’ turns me on seeing you like this? I bet you’re naked under here, aren’t you?” Bakugo groans lifting the shirt over your head to reveal the sexy lingerie you slipped on earlier. You smirk as he drinks in your entire body with his cheeks flushing red. God, he think you’re the most gorgeous thing walking. How’d he end up with someone as perfect as you? Didn’t matter. He had you right where he wanted you, from now until forever.

“Damn.” He said, biting his lip as he caressed your thighs, spreading them a bit to get a good look at you. You let out a subtle moan, your pussy growing wetter by the second as he touched you. It was like his hands knew which spots to touch to turn you on. He stood between your legs, hiking them up on his hips as he motions for you to lay back on the island. “I remember this damned set. You surprised me at work wearing nothing but this under that long coat I got you a couple Christmases back. You still look fuckin’ hot in it.” Bakugo said, looking you deep in your eyes. He doesn’t even know where to start with you. All he knows is that he’s gonna fuck you until all you can say is his name by the break of dawn.

“Katsuki~, I’m so wet for you. P-Please touch me.” You whined, the pressure in your panties becoming too much to bear. He smirks at you, running his hands up your body to pull out one of your breasts from your bra. You hiss a little at your exposed nipple being assaulted by the cool air of the kitchen.

“ ‘Gonna be a long fuckin’ night, baby. You oughta be more patient. You’re gonna be walkin with a limp for a week when I’m done with you.” Bakugo said, lightly pinching your hardened nipple, pulling it slightly as he watched you try and close your thighs for friction. Your lacy panties could barely contain your juices from freely flowing out of you, your moans softly filling Katsuki’s ears as you squirm underneath him.

“Been thinkin’ about your sexy ass all day, ya know.” He says, kissing a trail down to where you needed him most only to further tease you by rubbing your clit harshly with his thumb over your panties. You gasp as he pulled them slightly to the side, just enough to see your pussy glistening with your own juices.

“Heh.. you weren’t kiddin’. You must be dyin’ for me to fuck you, huh baby?” He was enjoying this way too much. You try grinding against his stilled thumb as he swatted your ass in protest, you yelping in response.

“Stay fuckin’ still. I’ll get to that needy little pussy in a second.” He groans. Trust me, this is killing him just as much as it’s killing you. He just wants to savor the moment. Even though he had a whole weekend to have you bent over or spread out for you to take his dick, the weekends go by so quickly. And the night had just begun. Bakugo lifts you up and carries you to your shared bedroom, practically throwing you on the bed as you giggle. He climbs on top of you, dipping down to kiss you again. You moan into the kiss as he slips his tongue in your mouth, lifting a knee up to lightly brush against his hard dick through his pants. He groans, extra sensitive from being hard from his car up until now.

“Damn brat, I told you keep still.” He says, wrapping a hand around your throat to choke you as he kissed you deeper, yanking off your panties. You squeal as he slips his hand down to rub your clit in agonizingly slow circles. You moan into his lips desperately, wanting so much more than this insufferable teasing. You needed him now. He pulls away to look at your face; flushed and absolutely gorgeous. Your hair was disheveled from the kissing, your breast still hanging out of your bra as your chest heaved from you breathing heavily after the heated kiss. He burned this image of you into the back of his mind. Reaching behind you, he unclasped your bra; drinking in your beautiful and supple breasts. He moans at the sight, taking a nipple into his mouth feverishly suckling on the exposed bud. You moan into the air as he slips in two of fingers into your needy hole.

“Like that shit, huh?” He asked, pulling away from your breast. You nodded desperately, moans filling the room and Bakugo’s ears to his delight. He smirked as he quickened his pace, feeling your pussy contract around his fingers. Any more of this and you’re gonna cum for sure. Your moans becoming more high pitched and audible by the second as he inched you closer to your climax. Just as you’re about to release, he stops his fingers to your dismay. You frown at him, the cutest face he’s ever seen.

“Aw, princess. Did ya really think I was gonna let you cum this soon?” He said, licking his fingers tasting your sweet juices. He kissed down your stomach, stopping just below your belly button. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He growls, kissing a little lower.

“Fuuuck, Ka-chan pleaseee. F-Fuck me. I need you.” you whine, almost crying out for him to fuck you already. He loves it when you beg for him, especially when you use his old nickname in bed while doing so. You’re a strong, bad ass hero out in the streets, but a needy little baby for him in the sheets. He smirks as he removed his pants and boxers, his thick and juicy length slapping against his stomach as he removed them. You practically drool at the sight, hungry for that dick to be inside you. He watches your face has he revealed his dick to you, loving the hunger in your eyes.

“You ready, babe?” He asked, tapping the tip of his dick against your aching pussy. You nod, so ready to take him as you spread your legs nice and wide for him. Bakugo bit his lip at the sight of your gorgeous pussy, not hesitating to slide himself inside with a gutteral grunt. You gasp, taking him all in with ease with your slick cunt.

“Fuck, baby, mmm you’re so fuckin’ wet for me.” He groans, leaning down into your neck as he slowly thrusts into you, allowing you to adjust to his length. You two haven’t fucked all week until now so you’re feeling extra tight around him. Finally, the feeling you’ve been waiting for all night. You moaned sinfully as you feel him stretch you out, grabbing hold of his head and pulling lightly on his hair. He always filled you up so nicely, the feeling of his veiny length sliding in and out of your drenched walls sending you into complete bliss. The world could be burning around you and you wouldn’t even notice or care. Bakugo leaving open mouth kisses all over your neck, sucking harshly at the flesh as he leaves love bites all over as his pace became hard and fast. You moan loudly as he pounds into you, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you claw at his back.

“Mmmm~, K-Kachan I-I love you.” You purr into his ear as he kisses you in response. You start to feel yourself coming undone under him, your legs shaking around him. “I-I’m gonna c-cum. Ughh I love you.” You repeated as he fucks you even harder. Sounds of skin slapping, and your wet pussy taking him in and out filled the room as your moans echo in Katsuki’s ears. He’s close too but you always cum first so he’s holding himself back.

“Shit baby. You’re so fuckin’ tight. Go head and cum for me. C’mon.” He coos, rubbing your clit in time with his strokes. You practically scream as you instantaneously come undone as he requested, Katsuki not letting up in his strokes as he has to cum too. Tears fill your eyes as you take him, not fully recovered from your first orgasm as you moan louder. Overstimulated, you tremble underneath him unable to cope.

“Ah- Fuck!” You scream, feeling yourself about to burst for him again. His name on your lips like a mantra, you claw at his back more, for sure leaving scratches. He growls, lifting your legs onto his shoulders, stroking you deeper and deeper. He watches your face twist and turn as you take him deeper, your face filled with pleasure and lust as he brutally pounded into you. Your breasts jiggle as he pounds you, you grabbing onto one for dear life as he assaults your pussy. You clench around him again, seeing stars in your eyes as you feel yourself nearing your second orgasm.

“That’s right, baby. Cum for me again. ‘M not fuckin done with you.” His brash voice hums as he leans in further, your legs pressed against your chest as he pounds into you, slow but hard. You can’t contain your moans as you scream and cry for him, your neighbors definitely will know his name without even meeting him. You moan from deep within your stomach as you clench hard around his dick, cumming again and leaving a mess all over your sheets. He groans as his hips stutter into yours, nearing his own release.

“Fuckkk princess. I’m gonna cum- shit!” He hissed, his strokes becoming sloppy. You bite your lip as you feel his dick throb inside you, loving the way his last few thrusts feel.

“Yes ‘Suki, cum inside me!” You whine, kissing him briefly as you felt his hot sticky cum coat your insides. Huffing and puffing, his head hangs back as he rides out his orgasm. He comes back to reality as he pulls himself out of you, watching his seed ooze out of your used pussy with pride. You wipe the sweat from your brow as you welcome him to snuggle with you, his head resting on your breasts as he kissed them and gave one a final squeeze. You two lay in silence, coming down from the highs of your orgasms as you both panted for air with exhaustion. Well, at least for you anyways. He looks at you with love in his eyes, caressing your cheek as he gazed into your eyes.

“I know I don’t say this to you often.. but I love you. Dumbass.” He laughs weakly as he kisses your breast. You smile as you move his hair away from his face.

“And I you, Kachan.” You say, kissing his forehead. Knowing Katuski for as long as you have, he doesn’t really articulate his feelings with words but more so with his actions. Tonight was a prime example of him showing his love and appreciation for you without having to say it. So to hear him say these words verbally means a lot to you.

“No seriously. Y/n I can’t wait to marry you in a few weeks. And then I’m gonna put a baby in you as soon as we get home. I can’t wait to see you all swollen, wabbling around with our baby inside you. I know we’re gonna make for kick ass parents. You’re the best thing that’s ever fuckin’ happened to me.” He said taking your hand and entertwining it with his. You giggle at the thought of being pregnant by the love of your life. It was truly something you both wanted for a long time and now that you’re both established heros, you can make it happen. You begin to close your eyes, sleep taking over your body as you feel Katsuki jump up from his position in bed.

“Whelp. Break time’s over. Bring your ass here.” He said smirking at you as he pulled you towards him for another round. You squealed as you laughed uncontrollably, kissing him once more. You glanced out of the window to see the sun peaking out the horizon. Damn. Dawn already. He really meant it when he said it was gonna be a long night.

AHHHHH! My first smut writing! I’m so happy omg. This was really fun to write and it only took a day. Thanks for reading! I gotta make a schedule for this stuff. See yall next time! 

[hajimine]

BETWEEN THE NOTES — SEMI EITA x GN!READER

synopsis: for as long as you can remember, you and Semi Eita have always hated each other—but a couple of tender glances and one too many bottles of beer later, you find out that maybe you were looking at it the wrong way this whole time.

genre: fluff, (kinda) enemies to lovers, musician!au, mutual pining but they’re both idiots, jealousy, etc.

warnings: alcohol + intoxication (nothing bad happens), slight suggestive themes, vulgar language, kinda fast paced?

wc: ~2.5k

to: @archivednikes happy birthday shawdy <3

special thanks to: @rintaroll for beta-ing & telling me a lil bit about how bands work and stuff bc idk shit lol :,)

“Semi, get your ass moving,” you huff. “You’re gonna make me late.”

He gives you a smug look and raises a slitted eyebrow. “Did something crawl up your ass and died? What’s up with you?”

You exhale heavily through your nose and stare at him, unimpressed.

“We gotta catch the afternoon train if you wanna reach the venue in time for our gig. This is a really good opportunity for me, don’t you dare mess it up.” you say, gathering the last of your things for the trip.

There is a tingling sensation crawling down your spine, as if someone is staring at you. You look over your shoulder curiously, opening your mouth to utter another snarky remark to get your partner to stop gawking around and get ready.

But the intensity behind his gaze caught you by surprise.

Those hazel eyes of his—ones that are usually sharp and cold—held a sort of softness in them as he looks at you. When you caught him staring, his gaze did not falter one bit.

You couldn’t stop your eyes from traveling down the perfect slope of his nose, continuing down to his pouty lips.

As much as you hate him, you can’t deny that Semi Eita is an attractive man. Heck, even the word attractive isn’t enough to express how infuriatingly hot he is.

Your gaze stays on his lips for a second too long. Have they always looked this soft and inviting?

The dry cough from the opposite side of the room is the only thing that managed to break you out of this trance. Semi Eita’s trance.

Your manager stands by the door, tapping her foot on the wooden tiles impatiently.

“Now, lovebirds,” she narrows her eyes, “Save the PDA for tonight, yeah? We’ve got a schedule to follow.”

You roll your eyes at her, cheeks uncomfortably warm. And just like that, the strange yet tender moment you shared with Semi dissipated into thin air.

。。。

You don’t know if you should take pity on the gray-haired singer or if you should laugh at him.

Currently, Semi’s head is bowed down in shame as he gets an earful from his manager in the middle of a crowded train.

You see, the four of you should’ve arrived at the venue by now. Both your managers are very strict about schedules, and they planned to arrive at the bar two hours before the agreed time.

Thankfully, his bandmates have been a little more punctual than him and have successfully boarded the 4pm train. But Mr. Popular right here just had to stop every few minutes to take pictures with every single fan he met on the way to the station.

“It’s half past five now,” his manager whisper-shouts, “Do you know what that means?”

Semi tries to give her an awkward smile to calm her down. It doesn’t work.

“It’s rush hour! What if we won’t reach the bar in time? It could ruin both your careers, do you know that?” she glares at Semi once again, but there is less bite in her voice now.

“I’m sorry,” Semi starts, plastering a charming smile on his face, “I only wanted to be nice to the fans. Wouldn’t make too good of an impression if I just ignored them, no?”

His manager sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, exasperated. She motions for Semi to stop talking with a wave of her hand.

The singer grins, and out of the corner of your eyes, you can sense his sharp gaze on you once more.

You try to ignore it.

。。。

When your group reaches the bar, Semi’s bandmates are almost done preparing themselves for the gig.

The bar is dimly lit and cool, the multitudes of warm overhead lighting being the only source of light in the room. It’s not too busy tonight, you observe. Some people still donned their work clothes, perhaps rushing over to the bar right after a long day at work—mingling around with friends to let loose for a little and enjoy themselves.

“Dude, where were you?” Aito asks, eyebrows turned downwards in a frown.

Semi pats the guitarist on the side of his head, “Relax, we’ve got plenty of time to prepare.”

Aito rolls his eyes, completely used to his bandmate’s antics.

“Whatever,” he huffs. “By the way, are we gonna have a little after party later?”

“Uh,” Semi’s eyes flicker towards you for one second, then back to Aito, “I dunno man, might be too tired to get wasted tonight.”

The guitarist narrows his eyes. He didn’t miss the way Semi’s gaze lingered on you.

“Y/N,” Aito smirks. “You coming to the after party?”

You were listening to their conversation this whole time, finding the whole exchange quite amusing.

“Eh, I don’t see why not,” you smile sweetly, “It’s gonna be even better now that this dude isn’t coming anyways.” You pointed your thumb at the vocalist.

From where he’s standing, you hear Semi scoff.

“Y’know what?” he sneers, “On second thought, I am going. How does that make you feel, huh?”

You shrug, feigning indifference.

“I literally do not care.”

“Piss off.”

Aito throws his head back in laughter, shaking his head as he walks away from the scene, muttering about people being too clueless and dense for their own damn good.

You adjusted your equipment bag on your shoulder, exhaling loudly to try and calm your heart down.

。。。

It is in moments like these that you remember why you decided to go forth with this career path, no matter how rocky it may be.

Adrenaline courses through your veins as you sing the lyrics of you and Semi’s song; every ounce of the jittery nerves you had just a few moments ago long gone.

There’s nobody else in this world that can ever take your place

Some of the customers are listening intently, others just nodding along to the song, and the rest not even listening at all.

You could hear your heartbeat thumping loudly against your chest, the sweat trickling down your forehead and into your eyes making it harder for you to see the crowd.

And when the day’s all done and dusted, all I ever need is to be in your arms again

You whip your head towards Semi, just like the countless times you rehearsed this song together.

“It shows chemistry,” your manager had said, “play it up for the crowd, will ya?”

The butterflies in your stomach flutters about restlessly when you notice that Semi has been looking at you this whole time.

His eyes—sharp and intense—held your gaze, unabashed. Steady. Sure.

Will you stay tonight? ‘Cause baby you’re all that I need, and you’re all that I want.

And in that moment, with your eyes locked on each other, the world seems to stop.

Nothing else matters, Semi’s lopsided smile says, only you.

。。。

The performance flew by in the blink of an eye, and it’s a little past midnight now. As promised, your managers held a little after party in the shared lounge of your penthouse suite.

It’s not as fancy as it sounds, you smile to yourself. There are suspicious stains on the gray carpet, and the furniture smells vaguely of cigarette smoke and sweat.

Bottles of beers have already littered the floor and glass table, and you haven’t even started drinking.

“Duuuude,” Yuuto slurs, “Why are ya so tense for?”

The bassist points at you and Semi, eyelids drooping as he tries his best to keep them open.

“C’mon guys,” Aito clasps his shoulders and massages them roughly, “Relax a little, we did amazing tonight.”

Semi shrugs his friend’s hands away, annoyed. He snatches an unopened bottle of beer from the cooler and opens the cap with his teeth.

You gulp. He hands you the bottle wordlessly before grabbing another one for himself, chugging it down quickly. You mirror his actions, hoping that the alcohol can dull the annoying fluttering in your stomach that refuses to leave ever since the two of you shared that intimate moment on stage.

For fuck’s sake, what’s going on with me?

Your trick works, in a way. Your stomach feels pleasantly warm now, and your breathing has finally evened out. Another unopened bottle of beer lays invitingly on the couch and you reach for it, opting for a bottle opener instead of doing it like Semi.

“Bro,” Yuuto grins at the singer, drool threatening to leave the corner of his mouth, “Did’ya see that blonde chick in the front row? She was hardcore eye-fucking you dude.”

“Ah,” Semi takes another swig of his beer, a cute flush blossoming in his cheeks.

Wait, what. Cute?

“She gave me her number when we were gathering up our stuff.” He runs his hand through his hair.

“You gonna hit her up or what?” Aito teases, smirking.

The singer shrugs, “Maybe, I dunno.”

Your breath hitches, and Aito’s smirk widens. You raise your eyebrows at him, silently telling him to fuck off.

“Where’s Kai?” you hear Semi ask. Come to think of it, you haven’t seen the drummer since after the show was over.

“Oh,” the guitarist laughs, “Fucker left us for some girl he saw in the bar. Might see him tomorrow morning, might not. Who knows?”

The vocalist hums and walks over to where you’re sitting, plopping down on the old couch.

“The managers?” Semi casually drapes his arm on the back of the sofa. You feel yourself tensing as your heart races uncontrollably, and the singer looks over at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

Aito scratches the back of his neck, quickly losing interest in the conversation.

“They decided to sleep in early. Long day, I guess.”

Semi nods and rests his head on the top of the couch, exposing his defined jawline. His eyelashes look so pretty from this angle, they’re long and fluttery and they almost…

Huh?

“Eita, are you gonna hit that blonde girl up or nah?” Aito provokes, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You clench your teeth and reach for yet another bottle—your fourth one this past hour. Or fifth. You don’t bother counting. Semi looks over at you again, but this time his eyes holds a sort of concern in them. You scoff to yourself.

“Uh,” the singer looks at his friend weirdly, “Why are you so insistent on this? I did say maybe didn’t I?”

Aito laughs. You almost recoil in disgust.

“Oh nothing,” he chuckles, “It’s just that she’s really hot and she’s your type so—”

You stand up abruptly, knocking over some empty beer bottles by accident. The regret is immediate. You can feel the acid in your stomach traveling up your esophagus, tickling the back of your throat.

Semi quickly stands up when you clasp a hand over your mouth, trying your best to hold it together.

“Shit,” he mutters, “You okay?”

He rubs tiny circles on the small of your back, an action that’s supposed to be soothing but instead causes tingles to run up and down your spine. You shiver.

Another wave of nausea hits before you could respond, causing your knees to almost give out under you.

“Whoa there, angel,” Semi wraps his arm around your waist, holding you flush to his side to support your weight.

You groan softly as your head spins uncomfortably. Droplets of cold sweat is starting to form on your forehead, adding another layer of discomfort upon you.

“You wanna go to your bedroom?” Semi murmurs close to your ear. You shiver again. At this, Semi thought that you’re freezing so he drapes his leather jacket on your shoulders, holding you close.

You nod weakly as you try to blink the black spots in your vision away.

From somewhere around the room, you hear Aito snicker, “Stay safe!”

You turn your head around to give him a deathly glare, but all you see is a big blob of blurriness.

Dammit.

。。。

Semi takes the key card from your bag and pushes the door open, placing your duffel bag on the floor after

He guides you to the bathroom—with gentleness you rarely see from him—and sets the toilet cover down so you can sit on it while he wets a towel with the running tap water.

“You still feel dizzy?” he asks, voice soft.

You stare at his fingers as he wrings the towel and shakes your head.

Semi holds out the cloth and pats your forehead with it, the coolness allowing you to feel a little more refreshed.

“Do you want me to make you some tea?” he wipes the back of your neck carefully.

Shit. Has he always been this thoughtful?

You shake your head again, telling him that you just want to go to sleep.

He sighs and gives you a half-smile, holding out his arm to help you to the bed.

Semi still has it in him to give you a little but of privacy as you wiggle out of your tight jeans, looking away until you slip under the covers.

He helps you pull the plush white comforter closer to your chest, tucking you in.

Your mind doesn’t feel as hazy as it was a few hours ago, but the leftover alcohol coursing through your veins gave you a sort of boost to your impulses.

“Eita,” you whisper, reaching out towards the singer, “Stay?”

The singer halts in his steps and turns to look at you.

“Uh, I don’t know Y/N,” he starts, “You’re drunk right now.”

“No I’m not,” you say, steady voice proving your point. “Please?”

Semi glances over at the door and sighs. He chewed on his lower lip for a few seconds before sighing again.

“Okay.”

。。。

You’re struggling to open your eyes when you wake up, the harsh sunlight streaming into the room completely unfiltered.

Drunk you completely forgot to close the blinds, it seems.

You groan audibly, wanting to pull the covers above your head to hide yourself from this cruel world.

You freeze. Why can you feel someone’s soft breaths on the crown of your head?

Nervously, you reach out in front of you, eyes still shut closed. Oh no.

You force your eyes open, grimacing from the sudden brightness. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. Semi Eita, your supposed nemesis, is sleeping soundly a few inches away from you, arms wrapped around your waist.

What the hell happened last night?

A small squeak leaves your mouth as you fully realize the situation you’re in. The small noise wakes Semi up from his slumber, causing him to slowly open his eyes, squinting at the bright light.

“Morning, angel,” he croaks, voice raspy with sleep.

My god does he look pretty in the morning.

You stay there, frozen and unblinking. All the words at the tip of your tongue seem to disappear from existence.

Semi blinks, sitting up quickly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he rubs his eyes vigorously, “I should’ve said no when you asked me to stay. Fuck, you were drunk and I—”

You grab the back of his neck and pull him closer to you, a small smile gracing your lips.

Your thumb grazes Semi’s bottom lip, dragging it down every so slightly before releasing it, enjoying the way he seems to unravel under your touch.

“Shut up and kiss me, will you?” you murmur, trying to keep your cool as your heart hammers against your chest loudly.

At this, Semi breaks out of his reverie and laughs, “I thought you’d never ask.”

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by the way | jungkook

→ summary: there are only two weeks left until graduation—which means you only have two weeks left until you’ll be nothing more than a facebook birthday notification on his phone (unless you do something about it, of course.) → genre: high school!au, humor, slight angst → warnings: none unless you’re terrified of two idiots mutually pining for e/o → words: 1.2K → a/n: ain’t it kinda weird that there were some people you met in high school that you considered your “friend” but never kept in touch with them after graduation? like ships that have sailed past each other, only being left with some hope of crossing someday. idk, high school was weird. anyway, enjoy!

—part of the bgw drabble marathon (Tropes #5)—

“So, have you asked anyone out to the graduation ball yet?” Hoseok asks you suddenly, his words muffled by the disgusting amount of pasta in his mouth. 

From the corner of your eye, Jungkook’s shoulders tense. You don’t mean to notice—you weren’t even supposed to be looking at him. He has his gaze trained downwards, shooting lasers at his rice with enough intensity to cook it twice over. 

“No, I haven’t,” you respond eventually. 

“Time is running out you know! It wouldn’t look good if the class valedictorian arrived at the party without some good ol’ eye candy,” Hoseok says. 

You scoff, taking a sip of your lukewarm apple juice. “Who says I need a man to make me look good?”

“Or woman, for that matter!” Chaeyoung pipes up. She wiggles her eyebrows, leaning across the lunch table until her chest almost gets a platter full of greasy cafeteria pizza. “You know, the offer is still open. I guarantee that if we went together, we’d be the prettiest bitches in the entire ballroom!”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re right, we would be… minus the fact that you’ve been pining over Eunbi for God knows how long, and it would be seriously shitty of me to deny you your last chance of getting together with her.”

Chaeyoung leans back, acquiesced. “Alright, you got me there,” she sighs, crossing her arms. “Still, you know I would drop everything and anything if you asked.”

“Not me though, I’m a selfish whore,” Jimin interrupts, reaching his minimum quota of giving his unsolicited opinion. He points finger guns at you. “I’m bringing my hot and sexy college boyfriend to the ball.”

“Oh right, how could we ever forget your mysterious ‘college’ boyfriend,” Hoseok scoffs, the quotation marks audible in his voice. “The one that we’ve never seen or heard of before, and also conveniently lives in a different city that is miles from here? That boyfriend?”

“Shut up!” Jimin glares, pointing his sharpened acrylic nail at him. “You’ll eat your words once you see how fucking gorgeous and hot and REAL my boyfriend is!” He turns to you, brows still quirked in irritation. “Anyway, as I was saying. Even though I’m going to the ball with my snookywookums, I’m willing to scout a date for you if you want.”

“I don’t think snookywookums is a Scrabble-verified word,” Hoseok says under his breath, nearly causing you to snort your pasta up your nose. 

“T-Thank you, Jimin,” you say, coughing through your laughter. Lucky for Hoseok, Jimin’s massive ego doubles as a noise-cancelling material. “But I’m fine, really. I’m more than happy just hanging out with my best friends over some random guy.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” Chaeyoung coos, pinching your cheeks. 

“–and also improbable,” Hoseok snorts. “These two whores are definitely gonna spend that entire night fucking their dates,” Hoseok says, jabbing his thumb at your resident bimbo-himbo combo, “while I will be busy with DJ-ing at the event, so you’re pretty much outta luck, chief.”

“What the fuck? You’re gonna DJ at our fucking graduation ball?” you squawk. “Why the hell would you volunteer to do that?”

“For… experience?”

“Really.” 

Hoseok raises his hands in surrender with a pout. “Okay, fine. Maybe I wanted to impress Namjoon. Fucking sue me for being a hypocrite!” 

“Ahah! The ogre has fallen in love with the prince!” Jimin hollers, earning himself a pinch in the tit from Hoseok.

You huff, annoyed. “Am I really being abandoned by all my friends? On one of our final days together as classmates before we inevitably part ways towards adulthood?”

A beat of guilty silence. Then:

“Yep!

“Totally!”

“You guys suck!”

You groan in defeat, rolling your eyes. “Fine then! I guess Jungkook and I will have to entertain each other, right Kook?”

The boy in question, who had been eerily quiet this entire lunch period, jolts in his seat after suddenly being addressed. His elbow hits the table with a bang, causing an impressive string of expletives to spill from his mouth. 

Jimin snorts, amused. “Damn, you good? What’s got loverboy all jumpy?” 

“Don’t call me loverboy,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched as he cradles his injured elbow. 

“Well someone clearly pissed in your Cheerios. What’s up? Why are you being all broody and sulky?” Hoseok asks.

“I’m not being broody,” Jungkook says broodily. For a brief moment, your gaze catches his, but he quickly averts his eyes before you can get a good glimpse at the unknown emotion that tints them. “I just… got a bad grade in Chemistry. That’s all.”

“First time? I guess senioritis doesn’t hit all of us the same,” Jimin sniffs. “By the way, Kook. Do you have a date for the ball? If you do, then we can all shame Y/N into looking for a date and not feel guilty about it.”

“Hey!” you whine, but your attention is focused on Jungkook. You hold your breath, a looming sense of dread rising up your stomach like bile. A desperate plea rings through your head, crying out, “Please say you’ll go with me.”

As friends, you remind yourself.

Sure Jan, your inner voice replies.

Jungkook barks out a laugh, but it sounds hollow. “I, umm…” he trails off, fidgeting in his seat awkwardly. He puts down his chopsticks, wiping his clammy hands on his jeans. “I’m still, uh, working up the courage to ask her…”

“HER?! YOU LIKE GIRLS?” Chaeyoung screams, horrified. “Then why the FUCK have you been rejecting all those poor girls for the past four years?”

“I just wasn’t interested, I guess,” he shrugs. He pauses. “Wait, did you not know I was straight?”

“Kookie, I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, but you recoil like a raccoon being spritzed with water every time a woman so much as looks at you,” Hoseok points out.

“I’m just shy,” he grumbles. 

To your left, Jimin nudges you gently. “Did you know?” he whispers, brows arched.

“Of course I did,” you snap. “That boy uses five-in-one shampoo and soap.”

Jimin leans back into his seat, a mystified expression on his face. “Damn, you’re right. And here I thought you just liked pining over him because you were a masochist.”

You choke on your own spit, feeling as though a large stone has just been dropped on your esophagus. You whirl towards Jimin with a death glare, but the shithead barely flinches in response. “What the fuck did you just say?” you seethe, panic clear in your voice.

“What did you say?” Jungkook repeats after you, jaw agape. You both make eye contact, and you notice the way Jungkook’s cheeks have flushed a deep red. You have no doubt in your mind that you aren’t faring any better. Shit!

“Now, we don’t have time to unpack all of that,” Hoseok interrupts. He gestures to the clock by the wall, which shows that your lunch period is about to end. He slams his lunch container shut, a large smirk on his face. “But this will definitely be a fun conversation for later, and I want front row seats.”

“Ditto! Text me once you’re out of your last class, okay?” Chaeyoung says, standing up with Hoseok. She blows a kiss your way and pats Jungkook endearingly on the head. “You guys have English together, right? Should be fun!”

“Gotta blast,” Jimin says, scrambling out of his seat before you can snap out of your daze long enough to twist his balls into a ponytail. He throws a mock salute at you, toothy grin on full display. “Have fun!”

Now left alone (i.e. abandoned) by your friends, you tentatively turn to look at Jungkook. You swallow thickly, cheeks flamin’ hot. “So, by the way…. About that date?”