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thermaflute · 4 years ago

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hii i’m happy i found a pov writer idk if you’ll do this but can u make a story of a fem s/o and bakugou going to a cookout thank u 💗💗💗

I haven't been to a cookout in a proper minute. I miss normal outside activities man.

Cookout

Warning: cussing, implied spicy times

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Your car drove around the twisting roads, avoiding cars parked in the road and children playing in the street. They seem mostly unconcerned until the car is right near them, to which they part and stare at the drivers intensely before continuing their game. There was someone mowing their yard, a couple talking in their messy garage, someone fixing their car, all normal neighborhood activities. None of it bothered you, but you could see by your boyfriend's intense expression that it was starting to get to him. You took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on his shoulder, "Suki baby, are you okay?"

He kinda grumbled out a passive yes but you knew better than that. The car finally stops behind a ton of other cards parked outside of a house. You can hear the sound of music thumping throughout your car. "Are you nervous about my family?"

"No, I just haven't met them so I don't know what to expect." He continued his glaring out the window.

"They're like me, and you love me."

He smiles at you, "Who said that?"

You roll your eyes and jokingly punch his shoulder "help me get this stuff out of the car babe."

He grumbles at you and opens the back door to the rental, y'all grab a backpack with your swimsuits,a bag of plastic cutlery and napkins because your uncle forgot to bring it, and Katsuki carried all the packs of soda.

The door swings open to the house, you can see someone in the living room chasing after a toddler with a diaper in hand. Your cousin at the door beams at you.

"Y/N! And who is this? Baby is this your MANS?? When you said you were done fucking with bums you MEANT that shit."

You two burst into laughter and Katsuki keeps a stern look on his face. Your sister brought you in for a hug and you immediately felt at home. "See Suki, they like you."

"Tch, whatever." Yall walk into the house, music from the backyard is absolutely booming through the walls. You drop off the bag in the kitchen, making sure to hug your aunt that's making lemonade before walking to the backyard.

"You know when you said you were going on that study abroad I thought you'd be doing more studying?" You turn to see who's dissing you, ready to roast em back. It's your mom.

"Don't complain, he helps me with my work mom." You hug him and he looks off, placing his arm around you.

"I'm just messing with ya." Your mom grins and gives both of you a hug. "I'm so happy you two could make it."

As the day goes on, you almost forget that he was nervous earlier. He went back to his loud self and your family seems to not mind that he's a bit abrasive. If anything they enjoy it.

"Why he so angry Y/n, tell his ass to calm down before he pop a blood vessel." Your cousins laugh as Katsuki appears to boil.

"Oh he just has a lot of energy. If he's being rude just bawl up on him or ignore him." You flick his arm and he turns to look at you with that teasing look.

"Ignore him huh?" He moves you off of him and you giggle.

You suck your teeth and give him a kiss "now shut your crybaby ass up and get in the pool with me." That lands you a swift pickup and drop into the pool.

"Katsuki!" You move your curls from in front of your eyes and stare up at the man snickering in front of you.

"I ain't getting in the water." Your little cousins gang up on him and push him into the pool, earning a laugh from everybody that was watching.

"Now what loser" you say as you float against him. He grumbles the word 'dumbass' and you feel your heart flutter. You're so glad he's enjoying himself.

The time continued to pass, and your dad calls everyone to grab a plate. Katsuki looks in pain at your father's choice of footwear (them whack ass new balances bruh).

"Imma buy you one of those for when we throw our own cookouts" you whisper to him.

"I think my parents would kill me."

The night was full of music and laughter, the only reason y'all haven't gotten a noise complaint is because the whole neighborhood is here. You turn around in the lawn chair to see your boyfriend struggling to do the cupid shuffle. Your aunt is cracking up at his sudden inability to dance. "You didn't tell us he couldn't dance now."

Your uncle joins in "It ain't even a dance, the instructions are literally in the song."

"Hey, this ain't the kind of dancing he's used to" you snicker, your cousins and friends roaring at your response.

"Y/n!"

"Oop, sorry dad." You swear he always catches you saying some nonsense and never when you're saying anything regular.

Katsuki comes walking over and sits on your lap, clearly exhausted.

"Get up, you're too heavy for that." You slap the sides of his thigh, feigning pain.

He relaxes into you further "nah you can handle it."

You roll your eyes and smile, "if you wanna go back to the hotel you could've just asked."

"Nah I'm cool, your mom said we could stay."

"And sleep where? My tiny ass twin bed?"

"You were cool with it back in your dorm."

"Don't get me wrong babe, It's fun but I'm ready to be alone for a bit. This function will guarantee go until like 3 AM." He hops up and y'all say your goodbyes, promising to see everyone again before you leave back to Japan. Suki high fives your little cousins as y'all make your way out, them taking a strong liking to the Hero.

You secure a pan of leftovers in the backseat when you hear your dad call to you. "You're gonna see us again before you go right? You have a habit of disappearing Y/n!"

Katsuki leans out the window of the passenger seat "Don't worry, I'll make her."

You run back up to the front door and hug him goodbye before running back to your car. He waves y'all down as you two drive off into the crisp night air.

"Thank you for being so open. I know I kinda sprung this on you but I think it went really well."

You could tell he's looking at you without even having to turn your head. "It was fun, your family is cool."

You reach a stoplight and decide to push your luck, "Well I'm not tryna say I told you so but-"

He puts his hand on your thigh and you straighten up quickly, the light above you turns green on cue, "Shut up and drive dumbass."

#bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha x black reader #bnha x poc!reader #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x black reader #my hero academia #katsuki bakugo #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x black reader

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shozaii · 4 years ago

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Hi! Just read your hawks fic, for a long time and i was wondering if you could do one for bakugo? I just feel down at the moment and need some comfort. Thanks so much! Love you and your work 😘😘😘

ello, love! i’m so sorry you’re feeling down at the moment, and i really do hope you do get some comfort after reading this oneshot of the baby boy! take care and love you too!

thank you for requesting ❤❤

( @svnseovl ❤🥺)

masterlist

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top priority.

pairing: bakugou x reader

warnings: very very little angst and one curse word..?

you threw your school bag aside, plopping down onto the bench nearby the dorms. it was far away from the main door, so you weren’t exactly worried about anyone getting a glimpse of you here.

right?

“every single time,” you sobbed in between your words.

in your clutch were crumpled up papers that you had received from your homeroom teacher earlier. you were expecting better results than the first test, but it looked like destiny said something else.

something else, being, you flopping the test you were pretty confident in. it was your favorite subject. but when a surprise test was announced, you weren’t too happy about it.

this made you feel so pointless. like there was nothing left to do.

hero training got in your way that week, and you promised yourself to at least read a paragraph from any one of your textbooks. but to no avail. your body was yearning for lots of sleep. your nerves couldn’t handle the pile of homework that was coming in.

your boyfriend even told you to rest, before stress overtook the best of you.

and you wished you listened to him earlier. from the very start.

sometimes you even wondered how you got with katsuki. good grades, good looking, good quirk, everything.

with all that in mind and soul - you continued letting all of your tears out, feeling defeated and lost. you didn’t want to worry katsuki whatsoever. he was probably busy with his stuff, so why call him now and rant everything out?

but what was he there for you for?

no, y/n. stop it. that’s only gonna make you look weak in front of him. just-

“oi, babe. there you are,” you heard a soft, gruff voice amongst the bushes.

“katsuki...?” you blinked, then realising you were still crying. “w-what are you doing here?”

“you went missing. of course i had to find you - your eyes are red.”

“yeah! just lost lots of sleep.”

“nah, don’t give me that. i rarely seeing you have ‘em when you don’t sleep.”

“seasons change...?” you plastered a huge grin. boy, did that hurt.

“y/n. what’s that?”

“um...,” you finally gave in, sighing loudly. “alright, katsuki. they’re my test papers.” a huge lump formed in your throat. “i flopped them.”

his ruby red eyes softened. “oh.” katsuki then walked over, sitting right next to you. “willing to tell me more, maybe? you’re not acting the same since a week ago.”

“huh. you noticed.”

“babe. we’ve been together for so long. how would i not know?”

it was uncontrollable this time. your tears finally showed themselves in front of him as you continued from where you left off.

he was in complete and utter disbelief. his s/o breaking down? no. he needed to fix this. and he was going to go all out.

he rubbed his hand behind your back, going around in circles. second after second, his heart was shattering ever so terribly.

he has seen you cry, but the last time was for fallen donuts.lots of the bakusquad members nearly got their faces burnt off because they were laughing.

“you weren’t asking, so i didn’t want to let my guard down. i just feel completely useless up to this point - that’s why i thought it wouldn’t matter anyway.”

“let your what? y/n, why the heck would you keep your ‘guard’ or something around me?” he did quotation marks in the air. “you should have your emotions, and i have mine, too.”

“you were busy, too. how was i supposed to disturb you and-,”

“wait, i’m not done. useless? why would you think that you’re useless?”

you could tell katsuki was really broken by your words, as you sat upright, looking right at him. his facial features softened. his lips stretched out into a thin line.

“whoever that thinks that you’re useless are dumbasses themselves. so many months and memories spent with you and i don’t think you’ve ever showed me that quality. you have your own set of emotions which i adore from the bottom of my heart. i don’t want anyone to tell you to change them - because if you do, your benefits of being someone perfect would just jump out the window.”

he held your hand and placed them on his chest.

“let me tell you this, y/n. my first meeting with you, and i had no idea who you were, how you even decided to talk to this person, anything. those times flew by so fast, and we’re here, together. but somewhere in between, did i realize you were top priority.”

a tear trickled down your cheek, but he was quick enough to wipe it away from your thumb.

“i know my partner real well. your emotions are exotic. all the people i’ve seen in my life and only you stand out. yes, i did see the changes. no, i didn’t ask. if i did, the only thing you’d tell me is that you were fine. i didn’t want to assume any worst-case scenarios, either.

but here we are. and i thought i was only making things better by not doing so. i’m sorry.”

for the first time in your life, you felt colors burst out of nowhere, flowing into the black and white areas of your deserted hopes and dreams. the colors gave off a vibrant stance, but those were just the love of your life - the epitome of your dreams - bakugou katsuki, looking right into your soul, telling you to get out of the pit, and start flying.

“katsu.....,” you placed your head on his shoulder, and wrapped your arms around his sides. “i love you so, so much.”

a weight on your shoulders slowly begin to lift off as you took a whiff of fresh air; also inhaling his caramel scent.

it did help you out. he did help you out.

katsuki responded to the hug by leaning his head on yours, to then placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “i love you too,” his voice turned small and soft.

“the sun’s setting.”

“mm. woi, at least let me help you with your homework. stop wrecking your brain every night and let your boyfriend be with you.”

“oooo, my man is good at changing subjects.”

“i- sure. where’s my answer?”

“of course it’s a yes, dummy.”

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(a/n): bakugou is soft, y e s.

hawks version here!!

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derekmorganscrocs · 4 years ago

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Nancy Drew 2x6? Thoughts While Watching

Technically its the season 2 premiere but I have no idea what to number it

SPOILER WARNING!! SWEARING TOO.

A YATCH? OH GET IT BESS.

OH PLATANCHOR

ACE GOT A NOTE FROM HIS MOM AWWW. I want a picnic date on a mountain, no cap.

Nick and George teamwork is so cute. AW NICKS MOM! “Nice non pagan game night.” I’m sent.

I LOVE MORGUE GUY HES SO FUNNY

HAHAHA DETECTIVE TAMARA MAKING FUN OF NANCY IS GOLD. Nancy don’t make an enemy of another cop you already did that to McGinnis and that was kinda bad (until he switched on you). TELL NANCY WHAT SHE WANTS TO KNOW TAMARA. SHELL FIND OUT WITHOUT U HOE.

OH NO. WH-WHAT. THE BODY FRIDGE BOXES ARE SPEAKING TO U MISS NANCY.

OMG CARSON AND NANCY ACTUALLY HANGING OUT? Aw I kinda love that. The way he just knows exactly what she’s doing.

WHY SHE PUT THAT IN HER POCKET.

Ace nancy is about to die stop talking about food. I love you but read the room babe. DON’T HANG UP BITCH-

OMG ITS A BODY WHAT THE FUCK

Georges sister being a fish right activist. Omg me when I stand up to fast(that’s not supposed to be about the fish rights it’s about George just dying against a shelf)- I think Odette may have attached herself to George.

“Did you burn your knuckle hair again?”

“Game night Ace crushes.” Aw I love him.

Bess “did you kill someone” “oh it smells” STOP.

“Tamara already thinks we have a thing for dead bodies” Ace please never ever stop talking.

AH THIS WHOLE SCENE IS SENDING ME.

The way george goes EGH after she picks up the mouth thing.

Pls not us arguing over where in Nancy’s house to do an autopsy.

HAUNTED TREE-

Aw Carson still views her as a kid, I love. oh she’s so offended.

NOT THE KITCHEN TOOL AUTOPSY. Ace snapping the rubber glove made me snort omfg. He’s everything.

OK CORONER BESS. Nick is so grossed out and I love that he can’t say bug names. Detective crew 1000.

GEORGE IS HAUNTED. A MILLION PERCENT. Nick knows at least.

OH I DONT LIKE THAT WHAT THE FUCK WHY DID ACE OPEN THE BODY LIKE HE WAS PULLING OPEN ELEVATOR DOORS.

Nick is a genius, and nancy hyping him up is serving me bffs. Pls Hannah is serving angry hippie vibes.

I LOVE GEORGES TATTOOS SHES SO HOT.

OMG THE BOYS

“What like that time that she literally died?” Ok nick. OH COUPLE BOYFRIEND THERAPIES, YES BOYS TALK ABOUT UR GIRLS.

I HATE BUGS EW. OH ITS LEAKING. ITS LEAKING. AH NO

The sheer panic on their faces when someone knocks. Not morgue guy. Oh nancy gaslight him, periodt.

It blinked- (yeah I screamed this what about it.)

Is game night back on tho?

The way ace’s curls look so much better than mine, I’m so jealous. I want to play with his hair. Yes I am obsessed. What about it?

Morgue guy raging is funny. “Kidnapped cadaver”. Ahahha. NO NOT CHARLES’ ARM! It’s a voodoo doll or something- WHY IS THE CORPSE CRUNCH? OH NO HES GONE

The way bess says “come on,” is just perfect I love.

The house freaks me out a lil. Nick reassuring nancy, I really need a nick y’all.

THE KID’S CHARLES ACTION FIGURE OH NAH OH HELL NAH, WTF. WTF. HES ACTUALLY TALKING TO THE TOY NO.

George is freaking me out y’all. Ace platanchoring everyone. ACE AND GEORGE FRIENDSHIP 😭 I LOVE. ACE IS SO SWEET. NO GEORGE OPENING UP. She’s so scared, omg no. “What if I never feel normal again” broke me. Broke. I felt that so much.

Morgue guy going crazy. Babe stop repeating yourself, chill. It’s jus a ghost 🙄.

Ok come on Leo don’t be a pussy- sorry that was aggressive. Bess STOP I CANT HANDLE THIS, “BOXY”??? ACCENT NICK ACCENT NICK!

NOT GEORGES SISTERS. NO. Astronaut cat is so cool. OHNO OH NO OH NO.

RUN RUN- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? No George begging them to hurry and the way her voice breaks. STOP STOP NO- Nick having to hold her back and the way her voice is just breaking and raspy, WOW. NO WAY, Ace is holding back the little sister. SO HE’s GOOD WITH KIDS? Amazing performance by Leah Lewis here, I love her. As an older sister, this is totally an accurate reaction and was excellently acted. just wow.

“Those ghost kids were awesome” thanks for saving me from tears Ace.

NICK IS A ROCK. HI I CANT HANDLE THIS RN BESTIE. Nick stop being such a good guy.

SHE CALLED HIM DAD. SHE CALLED HIM DAAAD. HI CARSON PLS STOP BEING ADORABLE U R ATTACKING MY EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT ISSUES. Ooh lawyer investigator nancy? Aw she’s staying at the Claw too though. LUNCHES ARE INCLUDED! Sobbing.

SHE IS SPEAKING TO ODETTE. OOH ODETTE GOT A LIL SASS IN THAT “enchanté” ok maam.

Yo I deadass forgot morgue guy’s name-

SISTER’S THOUGHTS :

Ryan and Carson need to be an old married couple (I suggested arguing over nancy like a divorced couple)

“Lilith is that you??” @ the white eyes corpse

EW SHE PUT IT IN HER POCKET.

“I thought it was gonna be like a yeti, blow her hair- BODY”

Both mom and Alexis hiding and shrieking as nancy looks around her house for the banging.

Punky Brewster ad, she goes “paget Brewster??”

“Those aren’t human! They’re not supposed to be in there” @whatever the fuck was in that body, said cheerfully and stupidly. 5 seconds later “Bess and Ace were too prepared for that apotoposty. (Pause for thinking)... autopsy.”

Starts calling the bugs “mouthboards” (she actually was calling them that the whole time)

Repeats “blinked” for thirty five seconds before pronouncing the i in any other way she can think of.

Fails at sliding down the railing because she couldn’t run downstairs fast enough before the show came on. Proceeds to crabwalk gallop back to her chair.

“That was scary!” (Said like Dean Winchester in “yellow fever”)

It’s called a vessel. 🖐🙄

WHY DO THEY DO EVERYTHING AT NIGHT.

“Scotland” but she said it in an awful British accent that was supposed to be Scottish-

“Seriously? Do they just lose Ted once every season now, or?”

*cryptic smooth beatbox dancing to end credit music?* update: she says it’s interpretive dancing...

She wants to know where Ryan is. “Why was he just MIA this whole time?”

#ace nancy drew #alex saxon #bess marvin #george fan #george fayne #nancy drew #nancy drew cw #ned nickerson #nick nancy drew #nancy drew thoughts #ndcw #ryan hudson #carson drew #detective Tamara

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trickstercheebs · 4 years ago

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⬤ with AGP? Lov u and ur fics

⬤: being called soft things like baby, sweetheart or honey

“Feetman you there?” “Huh..?”

“I asked if you were still alive over there dumbass...you kinda spacin out on me alot right now, you wanna go to sleep that badly just say something. You look bit shit anyways.”

Gordon huffed, while it was true he felt a bit like shit today...might be because of his shitty eating habits or something else. His head felt heavy and stuffed and moving anywhere out of bed or anywhere else for the day felt like a chore future Gordon could deal with.

“Why you call me Feetman still dude? ...fuckin call me something else, anything will work at this point. The whole feet thing has run its course..”

“Wait anything goes?”

“...yea? Nothing gross though or I’m locking the phone and putting you under my mattress.”

“Got it..uhh....uhh gimme a minute this is outta nowhere bro.”

Benry was over the moon internally, he could choose a new nickname for Gordon and in his state he’d likely put up with anything. His little cyber heart pounded at the ideas that his mind flew immediately into the most sappiest names it could go for. My Darling, My Beloved, My reason for being, and so on and so forth... But Benry knew that’d be way to fucking gay, Gordon even in his sick stupor would get wise...

“Benry...? You die on me or something bro?”

“Nah I’m still here..just trying to think of something that beats Feetman.”

“Jesus christ...lemme know when you come up with something then...I need the laugh.”

Benry snorted and continued to think over the limitless names he could use, hell other languages were a option now too...He’d be stuck for a long while thinking things over. Enough time had passed that by the time Benry had narrowed it down to his top 20 nicknames, he heard soft snoring coming from the other side of the screen.

“Bro...? Gordon you still awake? .....Fuck.”

“...sweetheart? Darling? Bae? Hellooo..?”

Nope..none of those got Gordon to stir.....welllll he did know one way to test things out without Gordon being fully wise about it. Benry grinned to himself, time to pay a visit to dreamland and have some fun with Gordon.

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Gordon was wandering some odd looking field...had he been here before? Was the grass so fucking weird looking? He knew he was waiting for something to happen, but what his mind was clearly forgetting. So he kept on walking on and on, least the weather was nice...Least until he nearly falls off the sudden drop off cliff.

“Whoa!! ....Holy shit...that was close, almost fucking fell o-SHIT!”

Of course standing so close to the edge, the ground beneath him gave way, almost as he said the magic words. Gordon screamed as he pitched forwards towards the far ground miles below.

Or least he thought he was falling? Instead he felt himself slow until the only thing he felt was a soft breeze and opened his eyes. The scenery had changed drastically, and now he knew where he was instantly.

He was back in Xen once more...he had a feeling what was going on.

“Benry....Benry bro where are you man? Come on out alright?”

“Aw you ruined my awesome ass entrance babe...oh well.”

Benry of course was behind him like always, and of course he was huge, least he was dressed in something more casual than his damn guard outfit. Shorts and a blue hoodie..but of course the damn helmet was still-wait. Wait what did he just call him?

“Wait what did you just say?”

“That...you ruined my entrance?”

“No...no did, did you just call me babe?”

“...No? You want me to? I can work with that darling.”

Benry grinned and floated over to scoop Gordon up into his arms as Gordon processed everything in rapid fire.

“Wait, darling???”

“Yeah? What’s wrong sunshine? You feelin alright? You lookin lil red there.”

Gordon could feel the blush working itself up his neck and to his temples the more Benry talked...What the fuck was going on, why was he being called so many cute nicknames suddenly???

“Dude..what the shit?? No no stopp do not call me babe or darling holy shit.”

“Why not? You seem to be liking em just fine~ You want me to try something else~?”

Benry was having a time watching Gordon keep his shit together and failing miserably at it. It was clear he liked the names and now tried to hide his face from the other while smacking his hands.

“Noooo fuck off with that! I’d take anything else but that jesus christ Benry...”

“Annnnything?”

“.....wait shit no, no nonono Dont you dare!”

“Too late you already said~!!”

Benry laughed and shifted to bring Gordon up closer, holding him captive between both hands to prevent him shielding himself from what was about to come next. Benry brought Gordon closer still and kissed his stomach and face gently as possible, the effects were immediate as Gordon turned crimson, complaining loudly about being tortured.

“Pfft whats wrong Gordon? Can’t handle some rough treatment? jeeze you told me to pick out a new name.”

Gordon huffed and let himself be settled against Benrys face where he could feel the other grinning against him...Apparently his dreams wanted to torture him here too, but in a wholly other manner.

Wait. If Benry could pull this shit.....then so could he in theory.

“Fine...M....my songbird.”

“Wh-wh??”

Now it was Benrys turn to sputter and turn red, pulling Gordon away to stare openly at him.

“Bro th’fuck did you just call me????”

“...My songbird....since y-you know because of the sweet voice. Do you want me to call you something like...My beloved guard? Or...or how about uhh...my darling sunshine?”

“gk- G....Gordon that’s fuckin cheating...that is fuckin so not fair..”

“How is it cheating my dear heart?”

Benry was about to shut down from the heat radiating off his face...holy fuck Gordon was good at this...Shit shit shit he needed to come up with something quick to turn the tide back in his favor....maybe. Hearing Gordon call him such things made his heart ache so sweetly.

Fuck it..Gordon could have this round. Instead he opted to tug Gordon back to give him not one but several more kisses of varying degrees, while Gordon laughed and squirmed to playfully get away.

“Fu-fuck no stop that tickles! Benry c’mon!! I won that round how come you get to keep being a ass!”

“Maybe when you get as big as me then you can call the shots...My heart shine~”

Gordon woke up some untold hours later feeling better..but so unfairly flustered about that dream he couldn’t look Benry in the face until the next damn day.

#cheebs writes #hlvrai #YALL THIS GETS HELLA GAY #Benry #HLVRAI Gordon Freeman #Anonymous

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kanene-yaaay · 5 years ago

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Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Kanene’s note: Okay, I’m- aaaaa

I’m very proud of this one because it’s a little different of what I use to write and it was cool to try a new something. I didn’t even wrote the laughter because I was writing this next to my family and I didn’t wanted any of them asking why my characters were laughing so much xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Switch!Émile and Switch!Remy (It is def romantic. They are married and very gay and there is a lot of kisses in it-)

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 2700 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* Just two silly and very mean boyos being two silly, teasy and ticklish boyos. xDD

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, take a good rest, talk with the one that you love and drink water! Byeioo!~

[~*~]

- Émile ~

He didn’t know from where this came from. In a second they were on the couch, smiling and watching Steven Universe, and in the other a cold shiver ran across his body, making him turn to his husband, just in the exact moment to see he taking off his sunglasses, locking his glare on him with those sweet, dangerously warm eyes and grin. Just like that. It took a heartbeat before Émile realized what was about to happen, a wobbly smile beginning to control his features as he felt himself almost paralyzed, Remy starting to tap his fingers on the lenses of his own glasses, his malefic smirk never fading.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

They stared each other, Émile’s gaze finally changing to his fingers, another round of goose bumps spreading across his spine, the adrenaline taking over his veins and giving him the enough strength to dash in full speed through the hall.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Which leaded the poor, almost giggling, adult to his current state: hiding behind his room’s door and wishing with all his will power that this plan would really worked as well as it had when he watched in the cartoons.

(He tried to ignore the voice in his mind reminding him how all that chases usually ended up in the end, the thought only being enough to heat his face.)

- Émile ~ - It was in days like this that one wearing glasses could swear that Remy was a witch. Because there wasn’t any other realistic, rational and plausible explanation about how much the giggles trapped in his throat got louder, bouncier and even more difficult to control just with the slight sound of his voice, obligating their owner to press his hand further around his mouth, lightly biting the tip of his tongue. – You had better hide well, because you know what is gonna to happen when I find you, don’t you?

Émile shook his head, his back forcing itself on the cold wall.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

- Oh, gurl, maybe you don’t even remember anymore… Now, we can’t fusion like this, can we? Let’s me remind you, then. ~ - The chased hold a pouty whine when heard these words, already feeling the beginning of a blush spread in his neck. Remy knew very well how teases could be as unbearable and unnerving as the tic… I mean, The Thing. – First, I will carry you aaaaall the way back to the couch and maybe my fingers will slip in tweaks and squeezes all over your hips, who really knows, ya know? But you better don’t squirm that much, because then I will have no escape but be obligated to bring my other hand to better hold you and just hope that this one is not more slippy then the first, right?

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

- And then: The couch. Nothing different will happen there, really. I will just lay down with my extremely ticklish, helpless husband to take a nap, and, if my glorious lips will be random blessing your incredibly sensitive neck with a lot of Goodnight Kisses and my hands will keep lightly scratching, squeezing and poking all the length of your sides, sometimes even giving a little attention to your hips, because no way in hell I will be sleeping in a hard pillow, it’s none of your business, giggly boi. – Émile couldn’t help nor stop the pitched squeal that escaped from his mouth, eyes widening and breathing immediately stopping, the others giggles also begging to escape. - Oh, and, by the way, better keep your mouth very shushed while this. We don’t want the Tickler Master waking up, am I right?

Silence.

Remy’s nonchalant tune still full filling the air, which didn’t carried the sound of his steps anymore. The cartoon lover knew there was no way for him to save himself and, in a surrender act, just let his high, excited giggles run happily across the room hiding his face in flames behind his tremble hands. Seconds later, he heard the sound of his door being closed and his hide spot exposed.

- But we both know that you just can’t contain yourself, my so poor, so defenseless lee. – Émile playfully screamed as he was lifted up in the air, quickly being carried in bridal style. He opened his eyes enough to see Remy in a bat of eyes deviating his glare from his form, the tender smile taking pieces of seconds before changing to an evil grin, fingers suddenly tweaking his kneecaps and hips, leading the carried to jump, a squeal signaling the flow of giggles that followed it.

- Please, Remy, please!! – Each new squeeze was a snort interrupting his words, making him try to start again only to get the same result and repeat the cycle all over, resulting in a more helpless babbling than anything else. The said stopped, adjusting his hold in order to sneak his thumb in that damn spot right between his shoulder blades, switching between kneading and prodding while leading to an even more no-understandable sentence. - No there, no there, no there!!! Pleasepleaseplease-

- Huh? Whatcha you are trying to say, hun? That I’m the most handsome husband in the entire world? That you are so sensitive that only a few squeezing and prodding are enough to transform you in a blushy, laughing mess? – The one being held felt his laughter increasing, the words spreading tingles in all his others ticklish spots, even the ones which weren’t being attacked. He shakes head, denying. – Is that you love all these teases and specially when I tickle tickle tickle you? Huh? Use your words, babe.

– Nonononono! – Émile arched his back just to find another attack to his hips, bucking the said as Remy buzzed his fingers in the exact point where his sides and hips connected, and generating loud crackling as response. – You a- nah! You are mean mean mean!! – His arms danced to a place to another, too much occupied with the crazy sensation to really focus in stopping it, Remy increasing his efforts in order to make the snorts start to bloom amongst his laughter and squeals, no needing too much to succeed. – Remy!!!

- Yes, gurl? Geez, you should love my name. It seems like you can’t even spent a whole real minute without saying it! – His tune was still nonchalant. However, he leaned down for a heartbeat in order to steal a peck from his beauty, giggly and cute as fuck, husband, who obtained a new shade of red creeping down his neck. Nooooice. – Anyway, what did you wanna tell me? Be quick, I still having a lot of places to knead, scratch, scribble, wriggle… This whole ‘Tickle your extremely ticklish husband, like, really, reeeeeally ticklish, like seriously, this guy is a whole tickle spot himself, a alive version of Tickle Me Elmo, and, when he became a helpless mess just tease him more and more until the big, rational, Émile Picani turns in just a poor, so poor, blushy lee.

- REMY!!

- What? Can’t handle the truth? Boo-hoo, then.

Émile didn’t answered, unless you considered his fast, absolutely incoherent, stumbling words a kind of response, choosing to clench is hands in his shirt and hide his face in flames, instead. His laughing being so strong that reverberate through the attacker’s chest, who couldn’t stop feel like a villain as he stared with a gigantic grin adorning his lips the ribs that such act let defenseless. Well, he internally shrugged as he took a deep breathe, suit himself. His arms were growing tired anyway.

Émile thought he was going to melt in any moment, the teases still heating his sensitive skin and increasing the tickles in a way that should be definitely illegal, but in the moment he felt the raspberry, spreading, taking over his nerves and T I C K L I N G he died.

And screamed, for sure. Oh, and also gripped something while kicked and trashed as if Mabble’s life was depending on it (not his own life, of course, since he was already dead). Some part of his desperate brain noticed he was falling, but the laughter exploding from his mouth and the impossible to ignore feeling quickly expelled any other thing.

He opened his eyes, breathless as his watery vision focused in the form mostly layed onto him, their giggles flying and filling the entire room. After some heartbeats, Remy finally got up, his hands resting on the floor and sustained the weight of his body. Their eyes met.

- I’ve forgot how much of a kicker you are. – Émile just curled up a little more, pulling his tongue out in a very mature and hard to win, statement

- ‘s not my fault your arms are weaken than Deadly Arms’ ones.

- Excuse you?

- Nuh.

- I beg your heck pardon?

- No, you let me fall for you. Twice. In love and on the floor. I’m ignoring you until the end of ours married days.

- Oh, is that so? – Remy replied, adjusting his position so his hands would lay each one in the sides of his husband’s head, who immediately recognized the smile beginning to shine and exploded one more time in a flow of giggles, his arms in front of his body, attempting to conjure a kind of shield.

- Wait wait waitwaitwait!! Nonono! – A yelp cut his sentence when a hand tweaked his thigh. - I’m sorry, I’m sorry!

- Yep, gurl, you will b- And his threat was interrupted when Émile pushed his shirt and connected their lips, stealing his words, breath and any and every coherent thought from his head, his giggles still floating from his mouth, which leaded, if that was even possible, to the coffee lover melt further, allowing himself to be carried away by the tenderness and love, sighing and deepening the kiss.

…Until that dirty, evil, nasty cheater digs his fucker fingers in his damn stomach, which ruined the romantic moment and absolutely did NOT made Remy Tough Picani release a half shriek half snort that DIDN’T resulted in the only one wearing glasses coos softly, excuse you.

- Awww. – Émile gave him an innocent smile, quick turning the tables and sitting on Remy’s legs, his fingers swinging in a dance that consisted in craving his thumbs right above his waistline and vibrating his others fingers in his torso, the maddening sensations culminating to free, belly laughter escape from the ‘victim’s’ mouth. Eyes tightly closed, wrinkled nose. – What is the matter, my dear? The cool, bad boy Remy can’t take some ti-tickly tickle tickling in his tummy-yummy-yummy? Huh? Huh? Can’t he? Because he is super hype dyper sensitive, aren’t you? Yes, you are! You are!

- OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!! – Remy could feel his face, against his own will power and threats, melt in flames. His laughter being replaced by hysterical giggling as his husband changed his technique to spidering, slowly walking his fingers up before quickly drag his nails in random patterns the way down, going up and down one time more and after that a couple more of times, always managing to catch four or five snorts. – THIS IS SO DUMB, FUCK.

- Now, now, Mister Ticklish Master. Let’s not be a Squidward to the Tickle Monster, alright? He just wanna to hear aaaaaaall that adorably, lovely, helpless giggles of yours!! – Émile lowered down and touched their noses, his smile increasing as he felt the other’s laugh hitting his cheeks, his tune now in flying in joyful whispers. – And what a cute laughter you have! Definitely the most lovely, sweet and favorite lee of the Tickle Monster!

- ‘m not- ‘m not cuteyourbi-nOPLEASENOTTHERE- His words stumbled in each other, specially when his shirt was lifted and a finger began to squirm and scratches his bellybutton, his legs now kicking while his hands tried to get enough strength to stop the marvelous move. However, exemplary falling as the attacker focused some quick prodding in the exposed axillaries, receiving what was suppose to be an angry snort. Émile couldn’t help but coo one more time. – I’M. NOT. – He couldn’t help the squealing cutting his sentence. - CUTE. FUCK OFF!

Émile made a soft sound of sadness, pouting even if his husband was still with his eyes tightly closed, unable to see it.

- Now, it’s a pity that you don’t believe in the words of your own husband. – He switched to lightly scribbles and pokes at his sides and lower ribs, making sure to rub circles in each one of them while also gave his ‘victim’ some room to breathe and understand his words.

- Well… maybe, maybe he would… – Remy tried, really tried to frown and looks angry, but that was really hard with the giggles still interrupting his words. His body melting in the gentle, good touch. Totally against his will, for sure. - ... if his husband wasn’t being a jerk and tickling him.

He stared directly at Émile, therefore he didn’t lose the slightest which red freckled his cheeks, smirking, wobbly that is true, but also proudly in being the only between both who managed to say ‘tickle’ without shuttering. Sadly, though, he also didn’t lose the way his eyes and smile widened, showing that the other had an idea.

Butterflies started to panic in his stomach, especially when Émile’s gaze focused there with a ratter crazy gleam, his next phrase coming out as a soft, dangerous purring.

- You know… all of this made the Tickle Monster a bit hungry… and he heard that some lil lil lee has a very yummy yummy tummy right here. – His hands squeezed his belly, as if to prove his point. Remy jumped, the adrenaline running all speed across his body as the words starting to weight in his brain.

- Wait, WAIT! Émile!!! – The one being called slowly moved towards his target, ignoring the squirm and pleas from his husband, who grew more and more desperate as his attacker innocently smiled and looked at him, his head gradually lowering to his most ticklish spot. – Émile, Émile, please, I’m actually begging you. I’m begging you!! I’m cute, see? I said it!!! Émile!!!!

- I’m listening. ~

- No, you’re not! – His euphoric, hysteric giggles already began to take over his sentences. – No! Fuck!!

- No? – Émile’s lips already were resting on his belly, the word sending shivers across his nerves, which was not helped by the fact that the other absently shook his head, demonstrating his saying.

- No! No!

- A no to ‘no’? So that is a yes?

- nO.

- No? But what about the ‘yes’?

- Stop it! Oh my gosh, I’m gonna to get a bitching divorce!! It’s a no to your yes!

- Got it! It’s a ‘no’, then?

- Yes!

- A yes? Okay!

Before any other protest could fly from his mouth, a shriek did it first. And again. And again. And one more time, almost as fast as the nuzzled raspberries buzzing and the nibbles, together with the ‘nhom nhom nhom’s’ sounds, spread and madly tickled in a total oblivion to his kicks, pushes and loud, thunderous laughter painting the air.

It didn’t took too much before the cartoon lover stopped, already aware of the other’s limits, and touched their foreheads again, Remy’s breathing and reminiscent giggles being the only thing breaking the silence which involved them in a calm, cozy, warm feeling.

- You don’t look at me like that, your traitor. – His tune was free of any harm, his bright gaze and blushed cheeks locking his attention. Émile couldn’t help himself but kiss the pout out of his face. – And don’t you dare to kiss me. – Quick kiss. - I don’t trust in your sweet lips anymore. – Soft kiss. – They are a hell of a trap. – Giggly kiss.

- I love you.

Their eyes met, one more time, and Remy finally gave up, swimming in that deep, caring moment. Their hands intertwined themselves.

- I love you, too. – He lightly poked Émile’s ribs, winning a yelp before receiving the same treatment. – But only sometimes.

- Uh huh.

- What? It’s the truth!

- Sure it is, dear.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Their heart did, beating in unison.

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visforvengeance · 5 years ago

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Exit music (for a film)

ＢｉｌｌｙＨａｒｇｒｏｖｅ

Requested by: no one ;)

Notes: hello. here is something i’ve been working on since s3. it was originally called we hope that you choke. but i changed it literally 3 minutes ago. it’s going to be in chapters bc i couldn’t figure out how to write everything without making it an 8,000 word fic😬. the upside down doesn’t exist in this. el doesn’t have powers. ahem hopper and billie don’t die. i thought this song would fit perfectly with billy considering his dad is pretty shit. i’m procrastinating on wdywmts. i’m so sorry. i have a justin foley fic. do y’all want that shit?

Warnings: none in this chapter. i mean cursing? and vulgar language. steve being a dick. billy is maybe out of character. slight mentions of death and daddy issues.

word count: 2,072

Y/n’s POV

“Have you seen the new kid? He’s so hot! Ugh! Look at that hair!” My friend, Genesis, gushed as he walked by. He was hot, but he looked like trouble. And it was annoying how every girl swooned over him. Looks like Steve Harrington has some competition this year. “Gen, don’t you have a boyfriend?” I questioned. She rolled her green eyes and scoffed. “Alex and I are on a break, thank you very much.” I laughed at her faux annoyance.

I closed my locker door and leaned against it. “He isn’t even that hot. He’s already flirting with girls and it’s literally his first day.” Genesis hit my arm. “Can you blame him? Look at him. God, his chest is so mint! I’d give anything to get a piece of that.” I shook my head at how much my friend was thirsting over him. “Jesus, Gen. Can you keep it in your pants? You don’t even know his name.” She smirked and looked at me. “Billy Hargrove.” God, even his name sounded like he’d be a womanizer.

“I’m not even going to ask how you know that. And keep your dirty comments to yourself, Genesis.” The red-haired girl slammed her locker shut. And we began walking to first period. “Oh, don’t be such a prude, Y/N! Ever since you broke up with Steve, you’ve been a complete betty!” I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “No, I haven’t! I just don’t care for boys anymore. They’re stupid and gross.”

“Yeah, since you got your heart broken. Come on! It’s time to show him what he’s missing. Have you seen your body recently? Boys have been tripping over their feet staring at you. You just won’t give them the time of day.” Blah blah blah. She just had to bring up repressed memories of a certain tragedy.

Steve had called me over to attend the end of the year party he was having. His parents weren’t home, so he had a shit ton of alcohol for everyone. When I entered the door, I was greeted by loud music and drunken teens. I wove my way through the crowd and stood by Steve. He’d noticed me and pecked my cheek, “Hey, babe. You made it.” He sounded surprised. “I mean, yeah? Why do you sound so surprised?” He was a little drunk, so he tripped over his words a bit.

“U-usually you never come. Too busy doing your homework or whatever excuse you tell me.” Tommy H. appeared and forced his way into the conversation. “Nah, she’s too busy being a prude. Are you a virgin, Y/N? Steve usually tells me about all the girls he’s fucked, but you? He’s never even mentioned.” Before I had a chance to defend myself, Carol butted in.

“No way she’s a virgin. I heard she had a thing going on with that creep, Johnathan Byers. How’d you take it, Y/N? In the ass? Or did he pop your sweet cherry?” Steve laughed as Tommy and Carol taunted me. I scoffed. “None of your business, dipshits. And seriously, Steve? I’ve been to every one of your stupid parties. You just choose to ignore me. Like you do in school, you cast me aside. Am I not popular enough for you? Is that it? Or are you too busy ogling Nancy Wheeler?” His face scrunched in confusion. “Woah, woah, woah. Are you okay? You’re going a bit psycho. It’s not my fault no one likes you.” I scoffed at Steve’s drunken words. Of course, he’d say something like this.

The next day, Steve found out about what he had said. He tried to explain why he said what he said, but never said he was sorry and that it wasn’t true. I broke it off with him.

I shook my head, pushing the thoughts out of my mind. “I’d rather not. And what makes you think he’d go for me anyway? I don’t seem like his type.” Genesis filled the halls with laughter. “He’s been staring at you since he walked into the classroom. And not to mention, he’s coming over to you now!” What? I turned to his direction and followed until he was standing next to the desk beside me.

“Is this seat taken?” I think I underestimated his attractiveness. He was insanely hot. “U-uh no.” I stuttered out an answer. He nodded and smirked. It was science class and my partner had moved to another state. You know what that means? He’ll most likely be my partner. I don’t think I'm stable enough to handle this.

The next 60 minutes were filled with uninterested and forced conversations about physics and whether I was single or not. Thank god for the bell. Before Billy could say another thing, I rushed out of the classroom and stood by my locker, waiting for Genesis. She looked annoyed as she approached me. “Why the hell did you run off? He was obviously into you.”

I rolled my eyes as she lectured me about the blue-eyed boy’s interest in me. “I don’t want to be the first of girls who he has fucked over. I’ve had enough of that with Steve.” She frowned at my tragic outburst. “You never know! He might be different. Looks CAN be deceiving, Y/N. You have to give him a chance. It’s my dying wish!” Genesis dramatically placed her hands on her heart and head. When I deadpanned, she straightened her posture. “Come on. You don’t even have to go all the way. Just be nice to him.”

I sighed an exasperated sigh. “Fine. Fine! I’ll be nice to him. But as soon as he shows signs that he’s up to no good, I am dropping it.” Genesis excitedly jumped up and down, trapping me in a hug. “Yes! That’s all I’m asking. I just know you won’t regret it.” She declared as she wiggled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

Billy had shown up in my next class, and also decided to take a seat next to me. Causing a student to angrily walk to the back of the class, while she shot daggers at me as we talked. He looked at me and smiled. While the teacher taught, he started talking to me. “Hey.” Remembering what Genesis said, I turned and smiled at him. “Hi.” His eyes displayed shock, but his body remained cool. “So, you’re talking to me now?” I laughed and nodded. “I’m glad I didn’t give up on you, then.” “Hm, I’m glad too.”

We talked for majority of second period. He was quite interesting and he had a gorgeous smile. I learned that he came from California and had a sister. He made it his job to walk me to my locker and carry on the conversation we had for three periods now. As we were walking, Genesis’ ginger curls came into view as did my locker. She saw us and her eyes went wide with surprise.

I introduced the two people as I opened my locker. “Billy, this is my best friend, Genesis. Genesis, this is my new friend, Billy.” He turned to Gen and greeted her by taking her hand and placing a chaste kiss on the back of it. “Pleasure to meet you, Genesis.” My friend was astonished, as she bowed. “The pleasure is all mine.” I rolled my eyes in annoyment as Genesis continued to be dramatic.

It was now time for lunch and Billy joined us at our table. While we walked, I felt Steve’s eyes on us. Jealousy painted the features that I once adored. I returned my attention back to the two people who were happily chatting about god knows what. “So, Billy. Are you dating anyone?’ Genesis stated as she nudged my knee with her own. I nearly choked at the question as I looked at her. Thank god he didn’t notice my slight panic and carried on with his answer.

“No, not at the moment.” He chuckled at the question. “Interesting. Neither is Y/N.” I felt hot all over as Genesis exposed my relationship status to a person I barely knew. Now, Billy was full-on laughing while I sat in complete embarrassment. “Yes, and it’ll stay that way until further notice,” I said while I kicked the girl’s knee. She winced in pain and decided to back down, for now. Billy’s face faltered in disappointment. But he quickly replaced it with amusement.

“What a bummer, then.” He smiles almost sadly. “Yes. A complete bummer. I’ve been trying to get her to come out of her shell, but Steve really fucked it up for her.” Genesis said, angrily. He pulled a confused look. “Steve Harrington?” He asked. Genesis and I exchanged a look. “Yeah, you know him?” He nodded while taking a sip of his chocolate milk.

“He’s in my gym class. Real asshat, that guy. What happened between you two?” He asked, curiously. Genesis looked at me, expectantly. I sighed and rolled my eyes. “He was just a dick. He always placed his popularity and shithead friends above me.” Billy shook his head in disbelief and slight anger. “He didn’t deserve you.” Genesis perked up at that. “I’ve been saying that for centuries.” I zoned out as they both shared a common ground on how I deserved better.

Lunch was over and we had to go to fourth period. Genesis and I had gym, so Billy didn’t tag along with us. “So, he seems like absolute boyfriend material.” I shook my head. “You’re really pushing for us to date, huh?” Genesis turned to me after stretching her legs. “Uh, yes? You guys would make the perfect couple. He gives me bad boy/protective boyfriend vibes. Potential daddy issues with unconditional love for his girlfriend? Ah-mazing!”

He seemed really sweet and he was definitely the cutest. His hair seems so soft, and don’t even get me started on his smile. It makes hearts generate above my head! And his body, dear god. It seems so perfect. I’d give anything to feel his abs against my-

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” Genesis nearly screamed at me. “What? No, I’m not.” She squinted at me, not believing a word I said. ‘Date. Him.’ She mouthed at me. I shook my head and turned to pay attention to my teacher’s directions.

The school day was over and I was so relieved. Gen’s dad picked her up early, so I was alone for the rest of class. I was putting my things in my locker when Billy approached me. “Did you miss me?” He asked, jokingly. I laughed and closed my locker. “I just about died without you.” I said as I placed my hand on my chest, dramatically. A slight blush creeped up on his cheeks.

He cleared his throat and regained his composure. “Are you doing anything after school?” He asked. I thought about it for a second and shook my head. “Nope. I planned I’m going straight home. Why?” He held the door open for me as we walked outside. “I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hangout?”

I giggled at his uncertainty. “Yeah, i'd like that. We could probably go to the park? And just sit in your car and talk.” He seemed so happy that I agreed. “Ok. Sounds like a plan.”

We arrived at the park and he turned his car off. I turned so I was facing him. “So. Tell me about yourself. How old is your sister?” “She’s actually my stepsister. But she’s 14. My mom died when I was 8.” I grabbed his hand and apologized. “Oh shit. I’m so sorry. That must’ve been hard to deal with.” He looked at our hands and then up at me. I released his hand and placed mine back in my lap. “It was. My dad...he’s really shitty.” Daddy issues? Wow, is my best friend God?

“Sounds fucked up. I’m sorry, again. Do you miss California?” He nodded. “A lot. But I think I’ll like it better here.” He smirked. My eyes went wide for a second and then back to normal. This boy is going to kill me.

“You know. You’re actually not so bad. I think I might take a chance on you.” He leaned back in his seat. “God, I sure hope so. You seem like a doll.” I laughed at his confidence. “Thanks, I guess.”

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girls-scenarios · 5 years ago

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Escape With Me

Idol: Yoojung (Weki Meki)

Prompt: Hi, my request is a fem reader x weme yoojung scenario: they both like each other but they’re oblivious about it, the reader wants to ask yoojung for the school dance but it’s afraid she’ll get rejected and because of that, the r don’t get to ask her on time, this leads yoojung to go to the prom with some random boy, angst and fluff ending please :)

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I meant to have this up so long ago I’m so sorry. Also I made the reader gender-neutral (and yes, some prom dresses have pockets, before you ask. Mine did). I hope you all enjoy!

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You’d liked Yoojung pretty much from the moment you met her. She was cute, funny, upbeat, and smart. She was always there to make you laugh, and she could always lift the mood of a room. In fact, she was the life of the party, and you weren’t the only person who had fallen for her because of it. You were just one of many of her admirers. Except you happened to be her close friend, too. And that made it difficult.

“I don’t know why you think that,” Elly said, and you glared at her from where you were laying her floor, arms spread out.

“I’m baring my soul, here.”

“I know, but you’re being dramatic!” Your friend shook her head and sat up from where she was sitting on her beanbag chair. “Listen, being friends with her gives you a leg up, if anything. She knows you better, so she’s more likely to accept your feelings.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“That’s how I started dating Suyeon,” she pointed out, and you sighed. That was true, the two of them had been friends before Elly confessed and they started going out. “Plus, you guys are pretty tight. I think she likes you too.”

“Don’t be silly. She treats me like a friend.”

“Okay, true. But she spends a lot of time with you and she’s always willing to share her snacks with you, which is something because I’ve known her longer and she’d break my hand if I tried to take one.”

“Is the snack thing really the best argument you can come up with? She shares her snacks with Doyeon too.” You rolled your eyes and sat up. “Obviously, it’s not just me.”

“Whatever, I’m tired of trying to help you,” Elly said, sticking out her tongue at you childishly. “What made you suddenly remember your unrequited feelings anyway?”

“Prom is coming up.”

“Oh. Good point. I totally forgot.”

“Elly! How could you forget? There’s posters everywhere!”

“I guess I just didn’t notice them.” She shrugged, then narrowed her eyes. “Wait, was Suyeon even going to ask me? When is Prom?”

“In a month.”

“Huh. I’ll have to talk to her about that.” She pouted her bottom lip as she pulled out your phone, and you sighed, knowing that the conversation was over now that she was distracted. Looking down at your own phone, you saw that there was a text from Yoojung, and for a moment, your heart jumped, only for you to shake your head at yourself as you saw the contents.

-Yo! Wanna go off campus for lunch tomorrow? I got coupons!

A whole line of stickers was attached after the message, making you laugh softly. She was so weird, but in a good way.

-Let’s do it.

-Lit! See you then!

“Are you texting Yoojung now?” Elly’s voice made you jump, and you felt your cheeks blush as you looked up.

“Well, yeah.”

“What are you texting about?”

“She invited me to go off for lunch with her tomorrow.”

“Ooh, it’s a date!”

“I doubt it, I’m sure Doyeon will be there too,” you said, causing Elly to groan.

“I give up. You’re hopeless.”

Elly had been right: you were hopeless. When you walked out to Yoojung’s car, fully expecting Doyeon to be there, you almost couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw her standing there alone, looking at her phone. Doyeon must have canceled, you thought to yourself as you put on a smile.

“Hey, Yoojung. Ready to go?” At your voice, the small girl looked up and beamed at you, putting away her phone.

“(Y/N)! Yeah, let’s go!”

As you walked around to the side of her car, you glanced into the back seat, half expecting to see Doyeon there. She wasn’t there, however, and you raised your eyebrows. Had Yoojung really asked you out on a lunch date? “Was Doyeon not able to come this time?” You asked, trying to be nonchalant as you closed the car door and buckled in. Yoojung glanced at you, a hint of some emotion you couldn’t recognize crossing her face, before she smiled and shook her head.

“I just invited you, silly. Did you want her to come along, are we not close enough to go to lunch together yet?”

“Oh, I was just wondering!” You waved your hands, quickly backtracking as Yoojung laughed. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

“I’m just teasing you, (Y/N). I know you were just curious.”

Letting out a sigh, you pressed your hand to your heart. “You tease me too much, seriously.” When you looked back at her, she was looking at the road, the same expression on her face from before, and you swallowed, not knowing how to interpret it. So instead, you tried to wave away the awkward atmosphere, not wanting to give yourself any hopes. “Um, so what’s for lunch today?”

“Burgers, is that okay?”

“Sounds good to me!”

“Hey, are you going to prom this year?” Yoojung’s voice was light, like she didn’t know how her words made your heart stop for a moment. She probably didn’t, but it was still a problem as you tried not to choke on the fry you’d just taken a bite of.

“U-um, maybe, why do you ask?”

“Just wondering! I didn’t want to go if my friends weren’t going.” She took a sip of her drink and looked down at her phone. “It wouldn’t be any fun then.”

“Has no one asked you to go with them yet?” The question fit in the conversation, but you were also asking to soothe your own curiosity. “I was half expecting you and Doyeon to go together, since you went together last year.”

“As friends,” Yoojung clarified, looking up at you with that same emotion from earlier on her face. “I haven’t been asked yet this year. Have you?”

“Well, no.” You looked down at the food in front of you, butterflies acting up in your stomach. You were nervous, but still, you at least wanted to give her a snippet of what was going on in your head. Maybe if you gave her a hint, she would ask you instead. “I have someone I want to ask, though.”

“Oh really?” She raised her eyebrows and leaned forward, and you could feel yourself heating up. “Who?”

“I-I don’t want to say yet!”

“Fine, fine. You’d better do it soon, though, prom is just around the corner.” She looked back down at her phone and you willed your heart to calm down as you took a deep breath and glanced at her. She was so cute, would you really be able to do this?

“Hey, Yoojung?”

“Yeah?” She looked up at you, fry halfway to her mouth and a little smile on her face, and the words died in your throat. You couldn’t tell her, not yet. Instead, you put on a little smile of your own and glanced at the time on your phone.

“Isn’t it time we start heading back?”

“Oh. Well, I guess.”

“You could have asked her out right then and you didn’t. You’re an idiot,” Suyeon deadpanned, rolling her eyes from her side of the desk as you whined and buried your face in your hands.

“I couldn’t! She’s too cute, and I don’t think I could handle being turned down by her. Plus, what if it hurt our friendship? I’d hate myself forever!”

“You’re being dramatic again. Just ask her as a friend, and then if she wants it to be a real date, she’ll tell you. Plus, from the way she was acting, I’m sure she’s into you too. Just go for it,” Elly said, leaning her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder and giving you a smile. With a sigh, you looked down at your phone. Her contact was up, and you were staring at her photo, which was probably kind of creepy but you were too lovesick to care.

“You make it sound so easy.”

“Because it is. Just do it. Channel your inner Shia LaBeouf or Nike model and just do it.”

“That was a really lame reference, Suyeon love.”

“I thought it was good.”

“I’m saying this because I love you but never make a dead meme reference again please.”

“That’s a dead meme?”

You groaned and shook your head as you watched your friends go back into their own little world, leaving you and your problems behind. What help they were. Once again, you looked back at your phone, but to your surprise, there was a text from Yoojung on the screen.

-Dude, are you free this weekend?

-Yeah, why?

-Wanna go to the mall?

Your heart started to race again, before you remembered: Doyeon was probably going. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before you made your decision.

-I’m down! Will Doyeon be there?

-Is that your running question now? Lol no but I can invite her if you want

-Nah it’s okay, I was just curious! I have a book to give her

It was a lie, but you needed an excuse as to why you kept asking, otherwise Yoojung would probably get suspicious.

-Oh okay. So we’re on for this weekend? Friday maybe?

-Yeah, I’m down!

-Cool, see you then!

“I can tell you’re texting Yoojung, you’ve got a dumb smile on your face,” Suyeon said, snapping you out of it as she leaned over to pull your phone out of your hands.

“Hey! Give that back!”

“Awe, they’re going on a date on Friday.”

“It’s hardly a date,” you refuted, pulling the phone back away. “It’s just hanging out. She called me ‘dude’ that’s not what you call someone you like.”

“I call Elly dude all the time.”

Elly let out a long-suffering sigh. “Unfortunately.”

“Listen,” the older girl said, ignoring Elly, “she’s probably just calling you dude because it’s natural for her. She uses that word a lot. It has nothing to do with whether she likes you or not.”

“Also,” Elly spoke up, “she sounded salty that you asked about Doyeon. And your excuse was kinda lame.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your phone, suddenly nervous. “She doesn’t think I’d rather hang out with Doyeon than her, right?”

“She might, you’re kind of dumb when it comes to these things. But then again, so is she, so who knows.”

“That’s not very encouraging, babe.”

“What, I’m just telling the truth!”

As the two once again disappeared into their own world, you closed your eyes and leaned back in your chair, feeling exhausted. Why did liking someone have to be so hard?

When Friday came, you found yourself dressing nicer than usual. You’d done it without thinking, but now that you were waiting, glancing at your reflection in a store window, you wondered if it was too much. You hadn’t overdone it, right? Just as you started to wonder if you should go home and change, a familiar voice called your name and you turned around to see Yoojung running towards you.

Immediately, a smile made its way onto your face, because she was just so cute. She was wearing a cute white and blue dress with her white tennis shoes and her hair curled and held back by a thick blue headband, and it hit you that she’d dressed up for this too. Usually, she’d just meet you in a hoodie or t-shirt and shorts or jeans. But today, she looked especially cute as she bounced up to you and gave you a huge smile.

“(Y/N)! I didn’t make you wait long, did I? I got a little lost in the parking lot.”

“It’s okay, I just got here too,” you lied with a smile, hoping that your cheeks weren’t red as you turned to face her. “You look cute today.”

At your words, she perked up even more, doing a little spin in her dress. “You think so? I felt like wearing a dress today. It’s warm outside, after all.”

“It suits you.”

With a giggle, she took your arm, making your heartbeat spike. “Thank you, you look good today too. Should we get going?”

“Y-yeah,” you managed to get out. Were you going to be able to survive having all of Yoojung’s attention today? “Let’s go.”

The short answer was no, you weren’t going to survive. Shopping with Yoojung was nothing new, a lot of times the whole group would go to the mall to hang out, shop, see a movie, and eat all in the same place. But being there alone with her was different. She seemed to be more energetic than usual, dragging you from shop to shop and asking you what things you thought she should try on. Honestly, you felt a bit dizzy by it all, but you were happy to be there, even if the only rest you got was when Yoojung left you to look at the back of the store on her own.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), look how cute these bracelets are!” Yoojung called, making you look up from the sweater you were looking at. She was holding up what seemed to be matching bracelets, but you couldn’t tell from far away so you walked over to get a better look. Sure enough, they were matching bracelets, with cute yet simple thin chains in different colors, and with an array of different charms. Some of them had letters and numbers, while others had symbols, like hearts, suns, moons, and infinity symbols. There were even different types of gems attached, and you raised your eyebrows, impressed.

“Wow, they really thought of everything when it came to these.”

“No kidding. I love the initials idea. I think you can mix and match, so like wear two bracelets. The initial would be cute with the heart one!”

“That would be cute,” you said thoughtfully, picking them up to look at them carefully. Maybe.... “I think I like the silver the most, which ones do you like?”

“I like the gold. It feels fancy.” She let out a giggle. “I think it would make any outfit look nice.”

“That’s true.” You glanced down at the clothes she had in her hand. “Were you going to try those on?”

“Oh, yeah! I got distracted. I’ll just be a minute.” As she skipped off to the fitting rooms, you quickly picked up four gold bracelets, two with hearts and two with each one of your initials, and looked them over. It would be the perfect gift to ask her to prom with, and although just thinking about it made you nervous, you wanted to do it.

So you rushed over to the checkout, grabbing the sweater you’d been looking at so that you could have an excuse to have a bag, and by the time Yoojung came out with her choices, you were ready to go, standing near the door.

“You bought something?”

“Yeah, that sweater I really liked before,” you said, holding up the bag, and she gave you a smile, buying it.

“Nice! I’ll be right there, let me pay for these!”

As the two of you left the store, the store next door caught her eye. It was a seasonal shop, the type that only popped up around homecoming and prom time, and her eyes widened when she saw it.

“We should go in there! I need to find a dress!”

“So you decided to go?”

“I think so, yeah.” The small girl laughed and grabbed your hand. “Come on, let’s at least look, yeah?”

“If you insist,” you joked, but you didn’t really mind as Yoojung led you inside. The store was packed full of dresses of a hundred different styles, and honestly it was a bit intimidated to look at them all, but she didn’t seem daunted in the least, looking around intently.

“I wish they made more dresses for short girls,” she said with a huff as she moved to stand beside one of the dresses on display. It was a beautiful, long, floor-length dress, and you had to stifle a laugh because the dress was taller than Yoojung. “This is outrageous! Who can fit this?”

“A giant with heels,” you said, making her laugh and shake her head.

“Whatever. Let’s find the short girls section.”

“I don’t think that’s a thing.”

“They have to have short dresses here somewhere!”

Sure enough, near the back of the store was a collection of shorter dresses, ranging in length and style, and she let go of your hand to actually begin to shop. It was more fun than you’d expected it to be, watching her pull out dresses and make jokes about them, so you didn’t mind being there just to help her pick one out. After a lot of jokes about “easy access” and “blinding bling” Yoojung pulled out a dress that made you both go silent. It was actually beautiful, a luscious dark blue dress that had a high front and a longer back. The top of the dress had a thick shoulder sleeve and was covered in tiny dark blue flowers over a lace material, and there was a thin belt around the middle, where the flowers tapered off into little lines on the skirt. The skirt wasn’t too poof-y but still had a bit of a princess look because of the layers of thin lace that ruffled over the underskirt, creating the illusion of depth. It was gorgeous and fit Yoojung perfectly, and as the two of you met eyes, you both knew: it was the one.

“I’m going to try it on,” Yoojung said, and you nodded encouragingly.

“I think it’ll look great on you.”

Sure enough, as soon as Yoojung stepped out of the dressing room, it was obvious that the dress fit her perfectly. She was beaming and did a little spin for you, making you laugh and give her a little clap.

“It looks perfect on you.”

“Thank you. I think I’ll choose this one.” She looked at herself in the mirror. “It makes me feel like a princess.”

“You look like a princess,” you said, truthfully, and the smile you got in return made your heart skip a beat.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Then this is the one.” After one more twirl, she headed back for the fitting room. “I’ll be out in just a moment!”

As she disappeared inside, another dress caught your eye. It was a dark green, and although the color wouldn’t have normally caught your eye, the long, mermaid style dress made you think of Doyeon. It would honestly look perfect on her, and you knew it. So you pulled out your phone to snap a photo, just as Yoojung stepped out of the fitting room.

“What are you doing?” She asked, head tilted as she walked over. Without thinking, you brought down your phone and sent the photo to Doyeon with a smile before gesturing to the dress.

“Wouldn’t this dress look great on Doyeon? I just sent her a photo, I think she’ll like it.” It wasn’t until the words were out of your mouth and Yoojung’s face fell that you remembered what Elly had said about you mentioning Doyeon. Immediately, you regretted your words, and Yoojung turned to look at her dress instead.

“Oh, I guess. I’ll have to get my mom to come back with me to get this dress. Also, she just texted me that I should get home, so I should get going.”

Internally kicking yourself, you tried to give her a smile like you hadn’t noticed anything. “Oh. Well, I guess it can’t be helped. I enjoyed hanging out with you today, though, thanks for inviting me.”

“Yeah?” She raised her eyebrows like she didn’t believe you, and you wanted to pull out the bracelets right then and there, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so you nodded instead.

“Yeah. It was a lot of fun.”

“I’m glad you had fun. I’ll see you Monday?”

“See you Monday!”

As you watched her walk away outside, you sighed, disappointed with yourself. You were just letting her walk away, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

Over the weekend, you’d made up your mind. You were going to ask Yoojung to go to prom with you on Monday, and nothing could stop you. You had already told your friends that you were just going to do it and face the consequences, whatever they were. So when you arrived at school with the bracelets in your backpack, you weren’t expecting to be met with sad looks.

“(Y/N),” Elly said gently, reaching out to grab your hand, “Yoojung’s already got a date to prom.” As her words sank in, you felt cold shock wash over you freezing you in place.

“What do you mean? She didn’t have one on Friday. How would she have one now?”

“Apparently Eunwoo met up with her yesterday and asked her to go with him. Everyone’s talking about it.” Eunwoo. The most popular and handsome boy in school. Of course. That made more sense. Of course Yoojung, one of the most popular girls in school, would go with him. You stood no chance.

“Oh. Oh.” You felt dizzy and sick to your stomach, and suddenly, your backpack was a hundred times to heavy. “Well. At least I have my answer.” Swallowing, you glanced from your friends to the school and then back again. “I don’t feel well. I think I’m going to go home.”

“(Y/N),” Suyeon said slowly, like she wanted to say more, but you shook your head.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

They didn’t try to get you to stay as you walked away. Later, you received a text that your friends were heading over with ice cream and your favorite movies, but not even that could cheer you up. You’d missed your chance, and those gold bracelets in your backpack glared up at you whenever you opened it, accusing you. Your friends were right: you were an idiot. And you deserved this.

When prom finally did roll around, your friends convinced you to go anyway.

“Just come with us, it’ll still be fun,” Elly said, grabbing your hand. “Come on, please? Don’t miss out on a huge part of your high school experience just because you’re lovesick.”

Eventually, you’d agreed to go with them. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were curious. You wanted to see Yoojung with Eunwoo, even if it would hurt you to see it. You had to know.

The night of, you found yourself holding onto the bracelets again. Why you did it, you didn’t know, but when Elly yelled for you to hurry up, you slipped the bracelets into your pocket before running out to join them in Suyeon’s car. They weighed heavily there, reminding you of your regrets all the way to the venue, but there was nothing left to do except ignore it and hope that there was at least a chance to give them to her in the future.

The venue was gorgeous and huge, bigger than it had been the year before, and you walked up with Elly and Suyeon at your side, all three of you looking around in awe. Fairy lights were everywhere, lining the path up to the doors. When you opened the door, people were already milling around and dancing, the lights dimmed overhead and some song with heavy base thumping over the speakers. Doyeon was standing near the door, and when she saw you, she gave you a smile, waving you over.

“(Y/N), you made it!”

“I did,” you said, giving her a smile and looking at her dress. “I see you picked out the dress I recommended.”

“It did look good on me, after all. You have a good eye.” Of course, Doyeon was beautiful. But she was just a friend, and you felt nothing romantic when you looked at her. Nothing like you felt when you looked at Yoojung. The thought of the smaller girl made your shoulders droop, and you looked out at the sea of teenagers.

“Is Yoojung here?”

Doyeon gave you a sympathetic look and patted your shoulder. “She is, she came in earlier with Eunwoo. Will you be okay?”

“I think so. Probably.”

“Hey, I’m always here if you need me. And I’m not love struck like your friends over there.” Doyeon pointed, and you turned around to see that Elly and Suyeon had already moved over into a corner, giggling with each other. Rolling your eyes, you turned back to look at Doyeon.

“You’re my only hope for tonight, you know.”

“Glad to be here.” She laughed and threw an arm around your shoulders. “You can thank me later.”

“Oh, yeah? What do you have in mind?”

“You know, if I was in a flirting mood, I’d say a kiss.” She was obviously joking, but the sound of a small “oh” from behind you made you turn around to see Yoojung standing there. She was wearing the dress she’d picked out with you, and she looked beautiful, but her face was shocked and a bit sad, and you felt yourself panic a bit as she looked between you and Doyeon.

“Um, I was just going to come say hi but it looks like I interrupted something, sorry,” the smaller girl mumbled before she turned on her heel and ran off, even as both you and Doyeon moved away, opening your mouths to explained. Dazed, you watched her run off until Doyeon shoved your shoulder, making you stumble forward.

“Go get her, dummy. She’s obviously upset because she likes you.”

“How do you-.”

“I know everything. Just go before you do something you regret again. She’s headed for the bathrooms.”

Swallowing, you nodded at Doyeon. “Thanks. Sorry to ditch you.”

“I’m fine. Go get your girl before she gets away.”

“Um, one more thing. Where are the bathrooms?”

When you finally found the bathroom in the huge area, your heart began to beat quickly in your chest and you felt yourself getting scared again. But you didn’t want to chicken out again, so you walked into the area and waited. A few minutes later, the door opened and it was Yoojung, and she turned to look at you with big, teary eyes.

“Oh, um, sorry, I’m just going.” She quickly wiped at her face and made a move to leave, but you blocked her way before she could get away again, gently grabbing her wrist. Surprised, she looked up at you, and you took a deep breath, making up your mind. Even if she hated you for it, you were going to tell her.

“Yoojung, I like you. A lot.”

Her eyes widened even more. “What?”

“I like you. More than as a friend. And I wanted to ask you to prom but I was too chicken and I swear I didn’t mean to keep bringing up Doyeon but I didn’t notice that you thought I liked her until it was too late. And I was going to ask you to prom that Monday after the mall because I bought us matching bracelets and everything but then I heard you had agreed to go with Eunwoo and I knew I was no match for him and I didn’t want to intrude. And I’m sorry for doing this now but I couldn’t let you get away without telling you. I really like you, Yoojung.” You were rambling, and you knew it, trying to get everything out in one breath, but you couldn’t stop until you heard Yoojung sniffle again, and panicked. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m just so happy to hear that you like me and not Doyeon. Does that make me a bad friend?”

Quickly, you shook your head, pulling the small girl into your arms through instinct. “No. No, you’re not a bad friend. You’re the nicest person I know, Yoojung. That’s part of the reason I like you so much.”

“Why didn’t you ask me sooner?” Yoojung whispered, and you let out a sigh.

“I thought you’d turn me down. I was too scared. My friends are right, I’m an idiot.”

“No, you aren’t. I jumped to conclusions and thought you liked Doyeon and agreed to go to prom with a guy I don’t even like because I was so sad, so if anything, I’m the idiot here.”

“I think having a crush makes us do stupid things,” you said with a shake of your head. Then, the weight in your pocket reminded you of the bracelets, and you pulled away to take them out, a blush raising in your cheeks. “Um, I bought these. I was going to ask you to come to prom with me with them, but I never got the chance.”

“The bracelets from the mall!” She smiled as you took her hand and placed them in her hand. “And you got us matching ones.”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll wear your initial on my wrist forever.”

Laughing, you felt relief wash over your body and leaned in to help her fasten the bracelets on her wrist before she did the same to you. The gold bands glittered, even in the terrible, dim lights in the back of the building, and she gently touched hers, smiling softly.

“They’re so beautiful.”

“You make everything look beautiful.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” The small girl shoved your shoulder playfully, a blush on her cheeks as she pouted. “I can’t believe you made me cry so much today.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, looking down, but she giggled and grabbed your hand.

“I’ll forgive you if you take me out for ice cream.”

“Right now?” You looked back at the huge room where everyone was milling around and dancing, and then back to Yoojung, who raised her eyebrows and grinned.

“Want to escape this place with me?” On one hand, prom was an important part of your high school career. On the other, the beautiful, wonderful girl of your dreams was holding your hand and asking you to run away with her. And that hand outweighed the other one by a mile. Grinning in return, you squeezed her hand and nodded towards the back exit near the bathrooms, where no one was around. It would be an easy run back out to her car, and you could feel butterflies in your stomach, but for an entirely different reason than usual as the two of you made a break for it.

“So, what kind of ice cream were you thinking?”

“Honestly? Anything, as long as I’m with you.”

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Lightning Round, Take Two

kudos to @notedchampagne for inspiring this!!

also on ao3

“This is a terrible idea.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“She’s going to hate me.”

“She’ll love you.”

“Love me? Love me?!” Karkat all but shrieked. “I don’t know if you’ve realized this, Dave, but I don’t exactly make the best impressions! In fact, one might even say I make the worst impressions! We’ll be lucky if she doesn’t end this visit early because she can’t stand being around me because I have the personality of a deep seated pimple!”

“Damn. The kind it hurts to pop?”

“Yes! The kind of pimple that never forms a head and settles on your upper lip so it hurts every time you move your mouth! That’s what my personality is like: persistent, painful, and pus-filled!”

“The three P’s.” Dave mused, and Karkat shot him a scowl. “C’mon man, don’t sell yourself short. You’re like a blackhead at the worst.”

“Don’t pander to me, Strider.” Karkat grumbled and crossed his arms, but he didn’t complain when Dave slung his arm over his shoulders. “I still think this would go much better without me.”

“Nah, dude, trust me, this is the best option. I mean, best case scenario, if I did this by myself, she’d be like ‘omg do u have a bf’ and I’d be like ‘yeah’ because that’s part of what I’m tryna do here, tell folks about us, but then she’d want pictures even though she’s definitely met you, and then I’d have to show her all those cute pictures I took of you when you weren’t looking, and I know you don’t want that.”

“You what?”

“You didn’t hear that.”

Karkat rolled his eyes and leaned a little closer into Dave’s side, eyes tracing the little carapacian homes they were walking by. Dusk was falling, much to his relief; they both had to make compromises when they realized their species operated at different times of day, but he still avoided leaving the hive when the sun was glaring and ready to burn him to a crisp. Dave probably could’ve flown them all the way to Roxy and Calliope’s house, but Karkat hated making him carry him that far (Dave always insisted he wasn’t that heavy, but the strain in his voice never escaped Karkat’s notice), so they were walking the last few blocks. Karkat had a sneaking suspicion Dave was fine with walking because he was trying to delay the inevitable. He was nervous, if the way his fingers were tapping on Karkat’s upper arm or the way he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw said anything. Karkat sighed and unfolded his arms to wrap one around Dave’s waist.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, you know.” He said, surprising Dave into looking down at him.

“What? Who said I’m worried? You’re the one who’s been bitching the whole evening.”

“Because I want to make a good impression on your weird paradox ancestor, shit for brains. I’m saying you don’t need to be worried about coming out to her.” He met Dave’s eyes through his shades, something he’d gotten good at over the sweeps. “Of all fucking people, she’ll be the most fine with it. That’s why you’re telling her first, right?”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just-” Dave sighed and looked away. He was better than he used to be, but holding eye contact was still hard for him, “It’s a big deal, you know? I mean, Rose probably figured it out from living in a confined space with us, and Dirk kinda got it out of context clues, but this is a first using the big B-word.”

“She’ll be fine. And if she isn’t, I’ll tear her apart and at least give her a reason to hate your boyfriend besides my shit-awful personality.”

“Aw, babe, I dunno whether to be flattered you’d attack my mom like a feral raccoon or bummed that you’re trashin’ yourself.”

“How about we compromise, and I’ll stop shit-talking myself if you stop stressing yourself out about this.”

“...Deal.”

“Good. Because I think that’s her house.”

“Oh shit.”

The two of them stopped just outside the elaborate building the carapacians had offered Roxy and Calliope back when they’d first arrived in the middle of Earth C society, both of them brimming with anxiety despite their reassurances. Karkat almost thought Dave was going to say this was too much for him and turn around and fly home, but he unwrapped himself from Karkat’s arm and instead held his hand to walk up to the front door and knock.

“Just a sec!” Roxy’s voice rang out from somewhere inside, and a few seconds later, the door opened to reveal her smiling face. “Davey!” She squealed and launched herself at him, hugging him tightly. Dave, to his credit, adapted quickly and let go of Karkat’s hand to hug her back.

“Sup, Rox.”

Roxy pulled away from Dave to turn towards Karkat, who instinctively took a half step back. She noticed and laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hug you if you don’t wanna. Is a fistbump cool?”

“I don’t know if I would call anything a certain red asshole harangued me with in the early years of our friendship ‘cool’, but it is acceptable.” That made Roxy laugh, and he gave her a light fistbump.

“Karkat, bro, I can’t believe you’re just calling me uncool in front of my mom. What the fuck. What is this betrayal.” Dave shook his head, but he already seemed more relaxed.

“Dave, I dunno how to break this to you, but you’re related to me ‘n Dirk.” Roxy tried to adopt a sympathetic expression despite her grin. “You’ve got dork running through your veins.”

“Goddamn. You’re tellin’ me I’ve got a genetic predisposition for this shit?”

“Yup. It’s chronic. Doctors everywhere’re rushing to write studies on our family to try and isolate the ‘cool-but-really-not-cool’ gene.”

“Let’s hope it’s not replicable in a lab or anything. I’m pretty sure Earth C can only handle four of us.”

“Ohmigod, can you imagine them trying to test it out. Little lab rats wearing shades and writing wizard fic. Holy shit.” Roxy gasped at her own idea, an unbelievably pleased look on her face.

“Oh my dick. Fuck ectobiology, this is the science I want to invest in.”

“Absolutely not.” Karkat interjected. “There’s already enough of you jackasses, I think I’d have an aneurysm if any more blond lunatics were running around.”

“Lol,” Karkat couldn’t believe Roxy just said that out loud, “You’re probably right. Are we gonna keep fucking around about cool mice on the doorstep, or do you guys wanna come in?”

She stepped aside to lead them inside and showed them to the living room. “Callie’s out picking up dinner. I would’ve made something since I invited you guys over for dinner, but living in the water apocalypse did not leave me with many cooking skills.”

“Hey, no shade here.” Dave shrugged, plopping down on the couch with Karkat at his side. “I don’t think I’d be able to work an oven if I tried. We’re a strictly take-out household. Hivehold? I dunno, but we’ve barely touched the kitchen in the week we’ve been here.”

“Excuse you, I made those Hot Pockets yesterday.” Karkat countered sharply.

“Yeah, and they were like 30% cooked, dude. You put them in the microwave for thirty seconds and then panicked.”

“Fuck you, I don’t see you doing much better! In fact, I distinctly remember you eating those frozen pizza pockets like a ravenous barkbeast! It was like you’d been locked in a cave with nothing to eat for half a sweep and my delicious plate of folded sauce treats were the only thing saving you from a miserable, malnourished death!”

“I mean, a Hot Pocket’s a Hot Pocket. I’m not gonna turn one of those fuckers down, who do you think I am.”

“I think you’re a wiggler with no sense of taste.”

“You eat bugs.”

“And you put ranch on your pizza! Bricks and glass houses, Dave!”

“Dude, do trolls even have that expression? Aren’t y’all light sensitive? Why would you have glass houses?”

“Newsflash, dipshit, I’ve lived in close proximity for the majority of the past two sweeps with an overflowing fountain of pop culture references and idioms and an uppity seer that likes to make things as convoluted and difficult to understand as possible. I picked up a few human phrases! Uh, no offense, Roxy.” Karkat added at the mention of Rose.

“None taken! I’m pretty sure she gets that from Dirk anyway.” Roxy waved him off. “Take it back to the ranch on pizza thing tho, do you really do that? Is this some earth delicacy I missed out on?”

“Oh fuck yeah, it rules. You gotta try it some time.” Dave nodded, excited to get someone else to try his food crimes.

“Imma have to take a pass on that.” Roxy said, crinkling her nose.

“Finally, someone with taste!” Karkat exclaimed, and Dave gently hit his shoulder.

“I am slowly workin’ through traditional earth food tho! Or at least as traditional as you can get here. That’s where we’re getting dinner from! There’s this human/troll fusion place that Callie and I like. I dunno how authentic it is, but it tastes good at least!”

“I mean, nothing on Earth C is super authentic, it’s all like human diet slightly to the left, but it’s edible.”

“Better than the garbage we alchemized on the meteor, at least.” Karkat agreed.

“God, the fucking buffalo wings debacle.” Dave and Karkat shuddered in unison. Roxy looked amused.

“You guys spent a lot of time together on the meteor, right? And now you’re living together?” Roxy asked, and they both nodded. She had a look in her eyes that was far too reminiscent of the look Rose got when she was gearing up to psychoanalyze someone, and Karkat was hit with a stroke of panic. “Sooo, I should prob’ly do a lightning round with you too, right? Since you’re important to Dave?”

The pair shared a look and Dave shrugged, appearing nonchalant despite the way he was anxiously picking at a loose string on his jeans. “Uh, I guess?” Karkat said, bracing himself.

“I’ll start easy, I promise!” Roxy drummed her fingers on her lips as if thinking. “Hm… you’ve got ‘cat’ in your name, do you like cats?”

Karkat made a face, thrown off by the question. “I guess? I never had one, but Nepeta was pretty fucking into them, and they seemed… fine. I can respect a meowbeast that just lazes around if it’ll leave me the fuck alone, but Nepeta’s lusus could’ve probably torn me to shreds, so…” He shrugged.

“Was Nepeta a friend from the game?” Roxy backpedaled the moment she saw Karkat’s face fall. “Oh shit, tender subject, sorry.” She worried her lip, looking for another question, then perked up. “Oh! What’s your sign? I know it’s Cancer from earth astrology and stuff, but what’s that mean for trolls?”

Karkat looked down at his chest and grimaced. “Fuck if I know, I don’t actually have a sign. I spent most of my life thinking this stupid thing meant precisely fuck all. I guess it’s a symbol of my ancestor? But I never really learned much about him since the empress always tried to erase his rebellion, and I thought that ancestor shit was highblood bullshit anyway. I guess now I know it’s not, but ugh, I could’ve happily gone my whole wretched life without meeting that douchebag.”

“We met his ancestor in the dream bubbles.” Dave explained. “Or I guess descendent? Since y’all are technically the post-scratch group? I never really understood that part.”

“Doesn’t fucking matter, he was a pretentious asswipe with his head so far up his nook it’s a wonder he was even audible, but oh god, was he audible alright.”

“Lmao, I kinda wanna meet this guy.” Roxy grinned.

“No you don’t.” Dave and Karkat said in unison, which made her laugh.

“I’ll take your word for it.” The mischievous look was back in her eyes. “Next question! Have you ever had your quadrants filled?”

Karkat almost choked. “What the fuck kind of question is that? That’s none of your fucking business!” He blustered. “My quadrants are private, and it’s my decision if I want to bring them up! Are all humans this fucking nosy or is it just the Lalondes?!”

“It’s just the Lalondes.” Dave said flatly.

“I just thought it’d be fair since I asked Dave that in our lightning round!” Roxy put her hands up in apology, but didn’t look particularly apologetic. “I was curious!”

Karkat was about to continue his rant about people feeling entitled to knowledge about virtual strangers’ quadrants, but the way Dave sat up and cleared his throat gave him pause.

“Actually, Rox,” Dave started, fidgeting a bit, “I never answered that question back on the lilypad.”

“Yeah, but that’s okay!” Roxy brushed him off. “I’m not gonna push you to answer something you’re not comfy with.”

“That’s the thing. I wanna answer you now, if that’s cool.”

“Oh!” Roxy’s eyes widened. “Of course that’s cool! That’s cooler than cool.”

Dave lifted an eyebrow, a smile pulling at his lips despite himself. “What’s cooler than being cool?”

“Ice cold!” Roxy shouted at the top of her lungs, and the two of them chanted “alright” about a dozen times while Karkat watched them in bewilderment. Humans, he thought. He’d never understand them.

“Okay, but for real tho,” Roxy said once they’d both gotten a handle on their giggles, “You wanted to say something?”

“Yeah.” Dave almost immediately looked anxious again, running his hands over his jeans. “So. You asked if I’d ever kissed anyone or-” He cleared his throat and the rest came out in a mumbled cough, “-been in love.”

Karkat held his breath, eyes flicking between Dave and a very focused Roxy.

“The, um. The answer to both of those questions is… yes? And I know you’re wonderin’ who, that’s like the next logical question, like if you ask someone if they’re hungry and they say yes, your next question is probably gonna be ‘what do you wanna eat’, unless you’re a total dick and just wanted to, I dunno, be aware of someone else’s hunger for your own sick pleasures and leave ‘em waiting like you’re some kinda sick torturer tryin’ to extract information out of a prisoner, like ‘hey are you hungry?’ ‘Yeah, I am, actually. I’ve been hanging from my ankles for a week now and I’d kill for some motherfucking KFC right now.’ ‘Interesting. Go fuck yourself.’ That’s not a very good interrogator, actually, he didn’t even try to get any information out of the guy except for the knowledge that he’s really craving some chicken, which is virtually useless, unless the interrogator is working for KFC’s competitor, like Popeyes out here tryna get the deets on their rival brands. Hey, do you think they’ve got a Popeyes anywhere on Earth C? Maybe we should start one, make a shit ton of money. Really boost the economy.”

“Dave.” Karkat cut him off before he could get too far from the topic, giving him a pointed look. “Were you actually going to say something important or were you going to just talk out of your deflated ass forever?”

“Hey man, you know you love my ass.”

“The point, Dave-!”

“Right right right.” Dave shook his head and took a deep breath before looking at Roxy again, who looked like she was might be putting things together already. “It’s Karkat. The answer to ‘who’, I mean. We’ve, uh. We’ve been dating since the meteor.”

Roxy’s whole face lit up. “Aw, congrats you guys! That’s really sweet!”

“Yeah.” Dave looked over at Karkat and gave him a tiny smile before looking a little apprehensive again. “I’d, uh, appreciate if you didn’t tell anyone though? I mean, the rest of the meteor crew probably knows because we spent… a lot of time together.”

“Most of that was platonic, though. A good two-thirds of it, at least.” Karkat countered.

“True, but they don’t know that. Far as they know, one day we were just two bros hanging out and watching movies and shit, then the next day, Vriska walks in to catch one of those bros taking a snooze on his other bro’s lap and falling off the couch the moment she announces her presence.”

“I’ll give you three fucking guesses which dumbass that was.” Karkat directed that at Roxy, and she snorted.

“Rude.” Dave nudged him. “But yeah, they’ve probably figured it out, but we haven’t officially told anyone. I haven’t even told anyone I’m, you know. Bisexual.”

“Wait, so I’m the first person you’ve told?” Roxy looked a little stunned.

“I- Yeah? I just thought you’d probably be a safe person to go to, especially since we don’t have any weird baggage like I might have with John and Jade, you’re just my alt-mom, which I guess does make things a little weird-”

“It’s a little weird, but it does mean you get a certified mom hug!” She interrupted, standing up.

“A mom hug? Dunno if I know what those are like.” Dave said, smiling a little.

“They’re like this, you big goober.” Roxy pulled him into a tight hug, pulling him down a little so he could put his head on her shoulder. “I’m proud of you, Davey. That’s a big deal, comin’ out and shit. I’m glad you felt like you could tell me.”

“...Thanks mom.” Dave’s voice was a watery mumble against her shoulder, but he seemed to have collected himself by the time they pulled away. Roxy immediately turned her sights on Karkat.

“Your turn! You’re family now, you can’t escape hugs anymore.”

“Ugh, you humans are so fucking tactile.” Karkat grumbled but resigned himself to Roxy’s affectionate squeeze.

“Hey man, don’t act like you’re not cuddly as hell. I have to pry you off of me with a crowbar to go take a piss sometimes. You should see this dude when he gets sleepy, Rox, it’s so fucking cute. Did you know trolls purr? It’s some kinda flushed noise or something and it’s the fucking best.” Dave seemed to already be relaxing now that the thing he’d been dreading was over with.

“That’s private!” Karkat hissed, embarrassed. Dave just grinned at him and sat a little closer when they took a seat again. “Do you want me airing out how you melt like a touch starved candybar left in the sunlight when I suggest you should be the little spoon? Or how you turn into a warbling puddle of Dave when I do this?” He reached over and out his hand on Dave’s knee, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles. Casual affection, Dave’s weakness.

“Aw,” Roxy cooed. Dave looked thoroughly embarrassed and made a strangled noise in his throat. Karkat gave him a smug look.

“Shut up.” He grumbled weakly and scooted a little closer so he could press against Karkat’s side and hold his hand.

“So you guys are matesprits?” Roxy asked, and Karkat’s anxiety immediately returned. Dave wasn’t the only one who had coming out to do. Dave squeezed his hand and let Karkat start since this was his thing to discuss.

“Mostly?” He offered weakly, then tried to sound more certain. “We’re kind of pale too.”

“Plus I piss you off in a pitch way sometimes.” Dave added helpfully.

“And the way you kept me from tearing Vriska apart on the meteor was sort of ashen.” Karkat admitted.

“I mean, there wasn’t really much of a chance of you tearing her apart to begin with. Spidertroll could’ve probably kicked any of our asses in her sleep, she’s fuckin’ crazy.”

“My point still stands!”

“So…” Roxy interrupted, guiding them back on topic, “You’re in all quadrants? I didn’t know trolls did that!”

Karkat winced. “They don’t. Usually. It’s extremely frowned upon.”

“Karkat’s had trouble keeping shit in one quadrant.” Dave explained for him. “He’s got a big ol’ heart full of love.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only person in Paradox Space to come to that conclusion about what my useless fucking pump biscuit is full of, but thanks for the thought.” Karkat rolled his eyes, defaulting to annoyance to avoid the insecurities that always gnawed at him when he thought about his relationship with quadrants. “‘Full of love’ is usually not the first thing people describe me as. More like ‘full of a burning anger’ or ‘a perpetual stream of irritable piss’ or, hell, ‘just undiluted dumbass juice!’ As far as most people are concerned, I’m Karkat ‘useless shitfit’ Vantas, and they’re not fucking wrong!”

“Okay, sure, you might be the grumpiest person in all - what, is this five universes now? I can’t keep track, but that doesn’t mean you’re not secretly a big softy.” Dave rubbed his thumb over Karkat’s knuckles. “I know that best out of probably anyone.”

“If it helps, I don’t think of you as those things!” Roxy added. Karkat gave her a disbelieving look.

“Full offense, we’ve never really ‘hung out.’”

“I mean, no, but I’ve seen you interacting with Dave and John and Kanaya and stuff, and you’ve always seemed to be a caring friend underneath all the yelling.” Roxy shrugged. “It’s nice knowing Dave’s in good hands since I’ve only been part of his family for a couple weeks. Means I don’t have to give you a shovel talk prob’ly!”

“The shovel talk? What the fuck? What does that even mean?” Karkat looked at Dave for an explanation, but he only winced.

“You know, when parents meet their kid’s partner and are like ‘you better not hurt my baby, or I’ll kill you.’ That kind of thing. I’m guessing trolls didn’t do that on Alternia?” Roxy tilted her head, seeming genuinely curious. Karkat’s face contorted as he wrapped his head around that concept.

“Okay, first of all, no we didn’t because we didn’t even have parents and our lusii wouldn’t give two shits about our quadrantmates. Second of all, you better not even think about giving me your ridiculous human ‘shovel talk’! I’ve known Dave far longer than you have, so it really should be me going ‘don’t fucking hurt him,’ but I know I don’t need to because Dave can fucking handle himself! He doesn’t need your bullshit defenses! If I ever hurt him, I trust him to be able to tell me to fuck off out of his life - not that he’d ever need to because I’d rather establish a culling system in the Troll Kingdom and offer myself up as their first sacrifice than hurt Dave!” He took a deep inhale to continue his tirade, but Dave cut him off with a pat to the cheek.

“Yo, dude, shoosh, it’s okay. It’s really not that big of a deal.” It was only after Dave cut off his train of thought that Karkat realized how worked up he was getting, and he shrank back down against Dave’s shoulder, embarrassed. “I’m pretty sure Roxy was kidding, anyway.”

“Yeah, for sure!” Roxy nodded quickly. “I didn’t mean to imply you were gonna hurt Dave or that he couldn’t take care of himself or anything. That’s hella not my place, and you guys seem very good for each other.”

“Oh. Well. Good.” He sent her a warning glare just to make sure he’d gotten the point across, then forced himself to let some tension out of his shoulders.

“It is really nice knowin’ my family’s in good hands though.” Roxy smiled. “Hell, it’s nice knowin’ I have a family! Oh my god, Dave, do you realize none of us Strilondes are straight? I mean, Rose ‘n Dirk are both gay as hell, and then you and I are bi!”

“Yeah- Wait, what?” Dave jolted a little in surprise. “Rox, you’re bi too? Since when?”

“Uh, since always?” Roxy laughed a bit. “I thought that’s why you came to me, because you knew!”

“No! Holy shit, I gotta process this for a second.”

“LMAO.” Roxy said, pronouncing every letter. “Yeah, dude! I mean, can you blame me? Like, dudes are hot as fuck, that’s like self explanatory. I mean, have you seen the Englberts? Eglishes? Whatever their family name is, John and Jake are both total babes, but then there are girls too! I mean, Janey, what a gal, right? And Callie too!”

“Right?” Dave enthused, clearly excited someone understood where he was coming from. “Girls are so fucking good, hot damn, but then? Dudes? Holy shit?”

“Yeah!” Roxy was just about throwing herself out of her chair with her excitement. “I can barely leave the house, it’s just smoochable babes everywhere I turn.”

“I’d say it’s a goddamn plight, but I got the most smoochable right here.” Dave emphasized his point with a kiss to one of Karkat’s horns, making him squawk. Dave laughed a little and turned back to Roxy. “Yo, but rewind back to Callie. Soooo, are y’all two, y’know…”

Roxy looked remarkably like Dave when embarrassed. “Uh…” The sound of the front door opening and Calliope’s greeting voice cut her off. “I’ll get back to you on that!” Dave waggled his eyebrows at her but didn’t push it.

Dinner was an enjoyable affair, despite Karkat’s near constant crippling fear of being miserable in every social engagement. The food was good and pretty close to tasting like home, and the conversation was fluid - mostly because Roxy and Dave chattered the entire time like hyperactive squirrels. Karkat tried to be annoyed with their ridiculous stream of consciousness discussions, but he couldn’t help but feel warm watching Dave talk so comfortably with his ecto-mom. And he certainly wasn’t the only person happy with the situation; every time he and Dave started bantering back and forth, he could see Roxy’s delight out of the corner of his eye, and the absolutely lovestruck look on her face whenever Calliope spoke didn’t escape him either.

Eventually, though, they had to head home - though Dave and Karkat had both shifted their sleep schedules to be active in the afternoon and most of the night, the majority of their human friends were still diurnal and needed to go to bed eventually - so after a few more hugs from Roxy, they were sent on their way.

Dave landed them down the street from their hive, and Karkat didn’t complain about having to walk that last distance. The Troll Kingdom was just now starting to wake up, stores and restaurants lighting up, trolls in suits rushing to their early jobs, and young trolls getting ushered off to school. It was so different from Alternia, but Karkat thought he could probably get used to the differences if it meant he didn’t have to worry about getting culled at a single glance at his blood color. Maybe it was too early to tell, but if he let himself feel just the slightest bit optimistic for his future, he had a feeling he could be really happy here. He could live a peaceful, successful life on Earth C, and if the cheerful way Dave was swinging their clasped hands meant anything, he wasn’t the only one feeling hopeful.

“So,” He prompted, leaning into Dave’s shoulder, “I guess that could have been more horrible.”

“Yep.” Dave said, popping the ‘p’. “We’ll have to scrap those emergency plans. Cancel our name changes and facial reconstructions and flights to the other side of Earth C, no need to run away immediately.”

“I don’t know, we might have to keep that shit pencilled in. We still need to tell John.” Karkat reminded him, and Dave groaned.

“Oh fuck. Yeah, never mind, you sure we can’t just fuck off into another universe? Universe D here we come. The D stands for Davekat ‘cause it’ll just be us, babe. It also stands for Dick because, come on, it’s us, of course it does. Also Dinosaurs just ‘cause. Do you think dinosaurs are a universal constant? Like, did dinosaurs exist for you guys? Or- oh shit, do you think they evolved differently? Are trolls just super evolved dinosaurs?”

“Dave,” Karkat gave him a look, “I think I would know if I was a dinosaur.”

“I dunno, dude, maybe we’re all dinosaurs-”

“Okay, I know when to cut that shit off.” Karkat rolled his eyes and let go of his hand to unlock their door. “Seriously, I think… that went okay. Less than horrid.”

“Less than horrid, huh? That’s a big compliment coming from you, are you feeling okay? Are you gettin’ some kinda fluffy feelings from hanging out with Roxy too long, ‘cause like, I get it.”

“Shut up. All I’m saying is this might not have been as much of an ordeal as we thought, this ‘coming out to everyone we know’ thing.”

“Maybe. You might be right.” Dave admitted, following him inside. “But that involved way too many emotions, and I think all my brain’s been used up for the rest of the day for anything that involves more thought than playing Xbox for seven hours straight. You down?”

“Fuck yes.”

#homestuck #davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #roxy lalonde #calliope's there for like a second #okay to reblog #my writing #this was fun to write!#i. really like writing karkat he's very fun.#also she/her pronouns are used for roxy bc this is pre-them figuring out their gender #this is epilogue non-compliant household but i do want to keep roxy's journey to figuring out they're nonbinary

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Could you do 3 with Taehyung ❤️

Prompt: “I may be an idiot, but I’m notstupid.”

You sighed exasperatedly as you ran a hand through your hair. Nothingwas right. You were planning Taehyung’s surprise birthday party this year. Youdecided you wanted to do something special for him because when was the lasttime Taehyung had a proper birthday celebration? Probably ages ago. They werealways touring and attending award shows and whatnot, Taehyung rarelycelebrated his birthday anymore. Sure, the boys would bring in a cake and singhappy birthday and then give him presents but you thought that he deserved morethan that, and you were willing to make it happen this year.

But, things weren’t going as smoothly as planned. The colours yourequested for the restaurant were supposed to be a simple baby blue and white,but they messed it up and threw rainbow colours everywhere making it seem likea unicorn just took a big dump in that room. You told them to fix it but theysaid it might take longer than expected. But you weren’t having any of thatbull crap, so you gave them a piece of your mind and they immediately began towork faster.

It wasn’t just the venue though, the invitations got kinds screwed uptoo. They ended up being printed on thin paper, so it wasn’t a card anymore itwas just a flimsy piece of paper with words on it that weren’t even in the correctfont. You had to get them reprinted, and obviously it would take a lot moretime.

The one thing you were hoping that would turnout perfect was the cake, but ofcourse they had spelt his name wrong.

“His name was spelt t e h y u n k. Who the fuck names their son Tehyunk?I swear to god, if they don’t fix it by Friday, I’m going to lose my mind,” youcomplained to Jimin who was patiently listening to your rants.

“I know things aren’t perfect right now, but it’ll turn out great, y/n,trust me. Taehyung’s going to love you for this,” Jimin reassured you as he puthis hand on your shoulder and shook it slightly.

You huffed and leaned your head against his shoulder, “Yeah, Ireally hope so.”

Your phone rang all of a sudden, and seeing your boyfriend’s goofy facepop up on your screen made you smile. You shushed Jimin and everyone else atthe restaurant a hundred times before picking up.

“What’s up, Tae?” you asked.

“y/n, where are you? I thought we were supposed to meet at the cafe at5?” he asked sounding annoyed slightly.

You frowned in confusion. “Cafe? Why are you-” you froze when yourealised you forgot all about the coffee date you had planned with Taehyung.You just had a lot of things to sort out, it must have slipped your mind. Butyou couldn’t leave now, you had to stay and make sure the decorations wereright.

“Oh my god, Tae, babe, I am so so sorry, it just completely slipped mymind,” you sighed.

You didn’t hear much from Taehyung except for a defeated sigh.

“So are you coming or what?” he said impatiently.

“I-I can’t, Tae. I’ve got some stuff to handle-”

Suddenly, Jimin let out a loud laugh that echoed throughout the room and you turned around togive him a warning look. He whispered a ‘sorry’ and got back to chatting with oneof the workers there.

“Was that Jimin? What are you doing with him?” Taehyung asked, soundingslightly offended.

“N-Nothing!” you said hurriedly. “I uh, he’s….we’re just workingon some stuff,” you tried to reason.

“Where are you, y/n?” Taehyung asked angrily.

“I-I’m at the uh, I’m at the library,” you lied.

“And Jimin’s with you?” he asked again.

“Yep, we’re just doing some studying,” you said confidently.

“Funny, Jimin just told me that he was at the dance studio just a fewminutes ago.”

You went speechless as you tried to think of something to say.

“Uh, he must have um….maybe he-” your sentence was cut off as yousquealed when you felt something cold touch your cheek. Jimin was pressing achilled can of cola to your face and he was laughing again. You swatted his hand away and lightly cursed at him to shut the hell up.

Taehyung heard all of this and he felt hurt. What were you doing withJimin? Why were the two of you laughing together? And most importantly, why were the two of you lying to him?

“y/n, what’s going on?” he asked, his voice filled with hurt.

“Tae,” you sighed, “I-”

“You know what? Forget it,” he snapped and then said no more.

You stared at your phone, dumbfounded. You felt bad for ditchingTaehyung, but everything needed to be perfect for him and you were determinedto give him the best party ever. You turned to look at Jimin who was smiling cheekily and handing you a can of soda.

“You were too loud! He’s definitely suspecting something,” you frowned.

“Nah, Taehyung’s not smart that way. He won’t figure it out, trust me,” Jimin reassured.

You sighed, “I feel bad for forgetting about our date.”

“That date won’t matter soon, y/n,” Jimin said.

You nodded, “Yeah, I guess. I’m doing this for him and him only.”

A few hours later, the restaurant looked stunning. It looked so pretty and like Jimin said, things were starting to come together perfectly. The cake had been fixed, the invitations were edited and would be sent tomorrow, and now you could finally go home and get some rest. Jimin had walked you back, and you bid him goodbye before walking into the shared apartment you had with your boyfriend. Taehyung was on the couch watching a football match and all you wanted to do was crash next to him and cuddle for the rest of the night. You closed the door and put your stuff away before plopping next to him.

“You aren’t gonna say hi?” you asked.

Taehyung ignored you and looked straight ahead, watching the game.

You sighed and picked up his hand, “Look, I’m sorry about today. I was so busy it just slipped off my mind and I would have come and seen you but I couldn’t-”

Taehyung huffed and pulled his hand away from yours and switched off the television. He got up and went to the kitchen without saying a word. You knew you were at fault but why couldn’t he understand that you were busy? You weren’t going to sleep on this, so you went to the kitchen to find him. He was pouring himself a glass of milk when you saw him.

“Taehyung, I told you I was sorry,” you said slightly annoyed.

You saw him roll his eyes as he screwed on the cap on the carton of milk.

“Seriously? Why can’t you understand the fact that I had things to do-”

Suddenly Taehyung slammed the fridge door shut making a loud ‘bang’ that startled you. Your eyes widened as you looked at him, and he was finally looking at you.

“Busy? Busy doing what?” he snapped.

“I-I was….studying.”

Taehyung scoffed, “Studying? Yeah, bullshit, y/n. I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

You ran a hand through your hair exasperatedly. You couldn’t tell him, or the surprise would be ruined. All your hard work would be wasted, gone.

“I can’t tell you,” you mumbled softly.

“Why not?” he asked, his voice now sounding more hurt than angry.

“I-I just can’t. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

“You can’t or you don’t want to?” he growled.

“Just leave it alone, Taehyung! Why don’t you trust me?”

He raised an eyebrow giving you a questioning look. “Are you really asking me that question?”

You looked away and frowned.

“How am I supposed to trust you when you can’t tell me something as simple as this? You’re hiding something from me and I know exactly what it is,” he said.

Your eyes shot back up to his face. “You do?”

He nodded, “And it disgusts me, y/n. The fact that you lie, and deny that you lied, when you and I clearly know what’s going on. So just say it. Spit it out, or I’ll really lose all respect I have left for you.”

You were confused. What was he talking about?

“W-why would it disgust you?” you asked sounding hurt.

“God dammit, y/n! You’re cheating on me aren’t you? With Jimin, it had to be my best friend too. How could you? And you pretend like it isn’t a big deal. It’s fucking shameful,” he yelled.

You gaped at him, “What? No! I’m not cheating on you, who the fuck told you that?!”

“Oh please, the two of you lie to me to be together, and I heard you. I heard the both of you. Taehyung’s not smart that way? He won’t figure it out? Fuck, the two of you did this behind my back all this while. You could have just broken it off with me!”

Wait he heard that? Then you realised, maybe Taehyung hadn’t ended the call after all, he had heard your conversation with Jimin, and you could see why he thought that you were cheating on him.

You sighed, “Taehyung, you’re wrong,” you said firmly.

Taehyung just looked at you angrily, too hurt to walk out on you just yet. He still loved you so much.

“Look I tried to do this for you but I guess it’s not going to happen. These past few days, I’ve been planning a surprise birthday party….for you,” you admitted.

Taehyung’s gaze softened and his facial expression showed realisation.

“Jimin was helping me pull this off. Yesterday, I was at the restaurant putting up decorations for the party, and I couldn’t leave to come and see you because I had to stay and make sure everything was perfect. I was just so busy planning your party I completely forgot about our date. Jimin and I lied about where we were because we obviously couldn’t tell you that we were at a restaurant preparing decorations for your party. I just wanted to do something special for you, Tae. You hardly get the chance to celebrate your birthday properly because you’re always on tour or you’ll be busy recording but this once I wanted you to have a proper celebration with your family and your friends and I….guess that’s not going to happen, well at least it isn’t going to be a surprise anymore,” you sighed.

Taehyung sighed and walked towards you, pulling you into his embrace. He buried his face into your hair and kissed the top of your head softly.

“God, baby, I’m so sorry. I just got hurt and scared, scared that I had probably lost you,” he murmured.

You hugged him back and placed your head against his chest.

“It’s okay, Tae. I can see why you were upset. Just so you know, I’d never cheat on you. Neither would Jimin ever do such a thing.”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, “I was stupid to think that. But this birthday party, babe you really didn’t have to. I just feel really bad for ruining something you put so much effort into.”

You smiled and pulled away from his chest to kiss him on the lips. He kissed back softly, sliding his hand from your waist to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. You pulled away after a few minutes and pecked his lips softly once more.

“It’s alright. You deserve this party, and it can still happen. Just that it won’t be a surprise anymore,” you shrugged.

“I love you so much, y/n,” he cooed as he bent down to kiss you again.

You giggled, “I love you too, dork.”

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I hope this was okay

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deluxedolans · 6 years ago

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Numbers 93,53, and 149 pleaseeeeee

hi, baby! thank you so much for wanting to see my takes on these prompts💙 I love you and hope you’re having a good weekend!! also sorry this ended up being really long!

A/N: I know absolutely nothing about Fortnite other than Victory Royales, so sorry for any inaccuracies hehe.

I am not currently taking requests for any of the drabble prompts. 💙

Prompts: #93. “You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’”, #53. “That wasn’t very subtle.” & #149. “I just need ten minutes.”

The sun beamed down on your bikini clad body, as you reclined back in your lounge chair, the cool ocean breeze running through your hair. One hand dangled over the side of the chair, your fingers grazing the sand, while the other held a refreshing piña colada. You threw your head back in bliss, your cheeks facing upwards to soak in the heat of the sun. Suddenly, your hand that hung over the side of the chair was embraced by a larger one. You looked down to see Ethan’s hand enveloping your own, rubbing it back and forth as his lips were saying words that you couldn’t understand.

“What?” You asked him, asking him to clarify his words, or speak up so you could hear him.

In response to your expression, he then began to tap your hand in urgency. “Babe, what are you saying?”

“Y/N, wake up! Wake up!” Wake up? You thought you were already awake. Then you felt two pairs of fingers begin to poke into your side …

“Babe, wake up! I have to show you something!” Ethan’s voice rang out throughout the bedroom, his excitement evident.

“Hmmm? I just need ten minutes.” You still weren’t fully awake yet, and to be honest, you didn’t really want to be. From behind your eyelids you could tell it was still dark out and definitely way too early to be woken up.

“Babe, babe, can I just show you something for one second, open your eyes, please!” Ethan shook you gently, and grabbed at your hands, encouraging you to sit up in bed.

“I swear to God if it’s your dick, Ethan, I’m gonna deck you,” you warned, your voice thick with sleep.

“I’m not naked, but if I were, would that be so bad?” Ethan inquired. “I can take you any place, anywhere, anytime–.”

“The time is not now, Ethan!” Since you had yet to make any movements, Ethan scooped you up in his arms. Your eyes popped open at his actions, annoyed at his persistence.

“Look, baby, I got a victory royale again! I played in advanced mode too, so all the guys I placed against were amazing. It was touch and go for awhile but–.”

“So you didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood?” you interrupted, pushing your hair back from your face.

The big grin on Ethan’s face brought warmth to your heart at his happiness, but also disappointment at the realization that his desperation to wake you up wasn’t because he wanted to fuck you.

“No! See! I won, babe, I won–.” You smiled softly at him, settling back into the pillows. “I’m very happy for you, babe,” you said as you rubbed your eyes, glancing at the TV screen at the front of the room decorated in bright colors indicating Ethan’s victory.

“You gonna come to bed now?” You asked, raising a brow, and patting the space beside you.

Ethan shook his head, reaching back for the controller that was left on his gaming chair, “Nah, I’m probably gonna play for a bit more. I’m sorry for waking you, babe, I just got excited.” Ethan’s smile displayed all of his teeth, his enthusiasm for his PlayStation clear in his facial expression.

“After all that, you’re not coming to bed?” You were incredulous; Ethan literally woke you up in the middle of the night to tell you about him winning a round of Fortnite, (which was not surprising in the slightest), but the fact that he woke you up and wouldn’t come cuddle was a little annoying.

“Nope, I’m gonna play a few more rounds. You can go back to bed, though, baby.” You ran a hand over your face at Ethan’s words; you were wide awake now. You always had a hard time sleeping when Ethan wasn’t right there next to you; when you had laid in bed hours earlier, your head was settled on Ethan’s bare chest, and his arm was wrapped around you tightly, but now the space next to you felt cold and lonely, the need for your boyfriend growing stronger with each passing moment.

You sighed softly, trying to cuddle down under the covers. You slid open your phone, and noticed you’d received a few texts while you were asleep. One was from your mom saying good night and that she missed you, the other was from your best friend, Annie, responding to a meme you had sent, and the other was from an unknown number. Curious, you clicked the contents of the text to see what this mystery person had said:

Unknown (11:32 PM):

Hey Y/N, it’s Mike. I’m drybk rn, and just wanted to say I miss u

You internally rolled your eyes. Mike was a guy from your Intro to World History class that you had to do a year long project with last semester. Mike was very nice at the beginning of the year; always offering for you two to work on the project at his place, and buying supplies for the assignment. However, whenever you and Mike would go to the house you shared with the twins to work on your project, you could feel Ethan attempting to contain his possessiveness from a mile away; constantly interrupting the conversations you two would have regarding any class notes, his eyes narrowing whenever you’d laugh at a joke Mike would make, and continuously walking by you two in the living room, making sure that nothing suspicious was occurring.

In spite of the fact that Ethan trusted you, he always had gotten bad vibes off of Mike; Ethan claimed that he could just tell that Mike had a crush on you. However, you were fully, and completely in love with Ethan and you were deeply convinced that Mike didn’t see you that way; all things that you reiterated to Ethan time and time again, but still, his concerns surrounding your history project partner persisted.

You scrolled on to the next message,

Unknown (11:35PM):

I miss when we’d order pizza and hang out

Hang out? You guys were working on your history project … you weren’t “hanging out”.

Unknown (11:36PM):

Are u ignoring mw????

Unknown (11:40PM):

Answer me

Your eyes widened at his urgency; maybe Ethan was right about Mike having a crush on you.

“Babe?” You called out, attempting to drag his attention away from the flashing television screen. Ethan ignored you; too engrossed in his game to hear what you were saying.

“Babe, I have to show you something.” You cringed internally, your current words sounding so familiar to what he said only thirty minutes ago.

“Hang on a sec, babe, I’ll be there in a minute,” Ethan murmured, his fingers punching into the controller furiously as he attempted to shoot down the enemy.

Unknown (12:00AM):

I jsut wanna see ur beautiful fsce and then I’ll be good

The messages went on and on all the way up until one ‘o clock when they stopped.

“Babe, I really need to show you something,” you urged, your eyes practically bugging out of your head as you saw the texts escalate.

“Just let me finish this round, and I promise then I’ll snuggle with you, baby.”

You sighed. Then, your phone began to ring, of course, the number popping up unknown. At first, you thought of ignoring it; clearly you had zero interest in Mike. However, maybe this phone call would finally snap Ethan out of his gaming trance.

“Hello?”

“Y/N? I’m so glad you answered! I misssss you so much. I need to talk to you,” Mike slurred, his voice loud as he attempted to make his voice heard among the wild background noise.

“Listen, you’re drunk, please stop texting me–..”

Upon hearing your command, Mike’s voice immediately dropped several octaves, “No, you listen to me. Eddie is no good for you, I can be so much better for you.”

“His name is Ethan, you jackass, and I don’t like you that way, please stop contacting me,” you pleaded, your voice raising as you yourself became frustrated. He knew you were in a relationship, and still he was being an asshole.

Ethan’s head turned back quickly when he heard his name, and he paused the game as soon as he saw you were on the phone. He took his headset off, now giving you his full attention.

“Who are you talking to?” Ethan mouthed, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

You put your phone to your shoulder, blocking the speaker from your mouth, “Just guess.” You responded, hitting a button so the call was on speakerphone.

“He treats you like shit, I bet he can’t even fuck you right with his chode dick. You deserve so much better than him, Y/N, and I can give you that. Come over here and I’ll make you scream just by looking at me–.”

Ethan’s eyes turned dark as soon as he heard Mike’s drunken voice come through the speakers. “You have got to be kidding me right now. I fuckin’ knew it!”

Ethan took the phone out of your hands, his hands shaking with rage, “The only way she’s gonna be screamin’ is when she’s running away from your ugly ass. Don’t you dare call her again. In fact, don’t call my girl, don’t look at my girl, don’t even breathe near my girl. There’s a reason she’s with me and not with you, asshole. I knew you were a fucking prick from the moment I met you–.”

“Y/N, call me when you’re ready for a real man.”

“You motherfucker, you call me when you’re ready to handle this like a real man. Fuck you, you motherfucker, take a hint, she doesn’t want you. We have more fun together in one second than you’ll ever have in your miserable life. If I ever see you even inhale in her direction, I’ll wreck you. Leave her the fuck alone.” And with that, Ethan hung up the phone, his chest heaving, and his free hand balled in a fist.

Ethan’s mouth open and shut several times in both anger and shock.

“I told you so.” Ethan whispered, his eyes narrowed in anger. “Have I mentioned I hate that guy?” EThan growled, pacing around them room.

“Well, no shit. That wasn’t very subtle,” you said flatly, walking after Ethan.

You sighed, “baby, I’m sorry I–.”

Ethan whipped around suddenly, grabbing your hips and pulling you in so your foreheads were touching. “No, you tried to tell me; don’t you dare apologize to me. I’ll be spending the rest of this night making it up to you, and I don’t care if it’s three AM.” Ethan smirked, picking you up by the back of your thighs and walking you back to bed.

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iamvegorott · 7 years ago

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can u.. write smth about johnnyxpeanut if youre doing bully things..

Yes, I can! ^_^

Summary: “She said that a kiss feels like magic. That there’s little sparks and shit.“

Sparks

Johnny sat under the dock on the beach where the bike race would always pass through. With sand on his rear, scratches on his face and blood leaking out of his nose. He sniffed and grimaced as a large clump of blood went down his throat.

“I can’t believe you couldn’t handle a few townies!” Lola yelled as she paced. “They were insulting me, Johnny, and what did you do? You got yourself beat up! Do you know how that makes me look!?”

“Lola, babe, I’m sorry. I-”

“I can not be known as the girlfriend of a weakling! That’s not how my status works!” Lola huffed and crossed her arms. “I thought you were better than this, Johnny.”

“I’m just having an off day, give me time to heal and I’ll show those townies who’s boss.” Johnny ran his arm along his nose, seeing a long smear of blood on his jacket sleeve. He was going to have to get this washed before he got home or he’d never hear the end of it from his mother.

“You’re job is to protect me and my honor! You can’t have ‘an off day’, that’s not how to world works!”

“Then go run off with Gord again!” Johnny snapped. “Wait, you can’t. He’s currently with Jimmy because he realized how much of a self-centered bitch you are!” Johnny wiped the blood that was pooling on his upper lip, huffing as he did so.

“You’re a coward, Johnny! Do you know that! You’re a coward and a dick!” Lola stomped her foot. “I hope you bleed out, you good-for-nothing, ass!” She cursed before storming off.

“Shit.” Johnny sighed, believing that he had just made a huge mistake.

“Um…hey, boss.” A voice said softly.

“Don’t call me that, Peanut,” Johnny said as the other boy walked over to him.

“I overheard what happened.” Peanut slipped off his backpack.

“We’ll be fine, she always comes back when she needs something.” Johnny looked over at Peanut “I don’t know why I love that girl. Dad says our family always falls for the crazy ones.”

“Do you love her?” Peanut suddenly asked, kneeling on the ground next to Johnny and removing several rags, a bottle of water and an ice-pack from his backpack.

“Of course, I do! She’s my girl!” Johnny protested. “What would make you think to even ask that!?”

“I was talking to my mama and you know I tell her everything and she said something about you not actually loving Lola and just believing that you have to be with her.” Peanut dumped some of the water onto one of the rags and handed it to Johnny.

“Your mama’s a smart woman, but she’s wrong about me and Lola,” Johnny stated, using the rag to clean off his face.

“That’s what I said. I said ‘Johnny loves Lola and they’ll always be together’, but she told me that we’re young, things change over time.” Peanut took the dirty rag and gave Johnny a clean one. “Pinch your nose with it.” He said as he took a different clean rag to wrap up the bloody one.

“I know what to do.” Johnny huffed, shutting his nose with his fingers and tilting his head back.

“Lean forward.” Peanut moved so he was in front of Johnny and he placed the ice-pack on Johnny’s face. “Mama said this is the best way to take care of a nosebleed.”

“Gotta love having a doctor for a mama,” Johnny said, leaning forward. Johnny rarely ever did what anyone told him to, the only time he listened without protest was when Peanut was talking about medical things. He knew what to do since his mother’s been teaching him since he was really little.

“I mean, it comes in handy when we get in fights. But she thinks Imma follow in her steps but I’m too stupid for that.” Peanut went back to Johnny’s side and sat down.

“You ain’t stupid, you just don’t believe in yourself,” Johnny said.

“Nah, I’m stupid. It’s fine. I know who I am.” Peanut shrugged. “I’m a short man with a big mouth and even bigger fists.”

“You ain’t that short. Jimmy’s short, Pete’s short, you ain’t.”

“Thanks, boss.”

“I told you to stop calling me that.” Johnny released his nose and saw that the blood had already stopped. “It’s fine when the others are around, but it’s just us, no need to put on a show.”

“Sorry, habit.” Peanut got the rag ball and put the one Johnny just finished using into it. He wrapped a rubber band around it so it’d stay together and placed it in his backpack.

“Just out of curiosity, what else did your mama say about me and Lola?” Johnny sat the ice-pack down next to him. “I just wanna know what else she got wrong.” He quickly added.

“Well, she said that love’s complicated. That what we believe to be love could just be out of desperation ‘cause we don’t wanna be alone.” Peanut reached back into his bag and pulled out a bag of chips. “Want some?” He asked as he opened the bag.

“Sure.” Johnny reached into the bag and got himself a handful. “Sour cream and onion, the best kind of chips there are.”

“Absolutely.” Peanut chuckled.

“What else she say?” Johnny asked through a mouthful of barely chewed chip.

“She said that some people latch onto someone, claim them as theirs so that they will always have someone. She said that some people use the word ‘love’ when they don’t mean because they believe that they’ll eventually actually feel it.”

“Did she say what love is supposed to feel like?”

“She said it’s different for everyone, but there’s a few similarities. Like, having the same interests, but understanding that there’s differences, like…” Peanut tried to think of an example.

“Like how we both like sour cream and onion chips or the same hair gel brand,” Johnny said. “And how I like milk chocolate and you like dark.”

“Yeah.” Peanut nodded his head.

“What kind of a freak likes dark chocolate anyways?” Johnny teased.

“It’s good.” Peanut protested.

“It’s too bitter.”

“You’re bitter.” Peanut lightly pushed Johnny by the shoulder and Johnny pushed back, both of them laughing.

“What else?” Johnny asked when their laughter slowed.

“She said that you’re happy whenever you see the other person. That you’re excited to hear they’re comin’ over or something like that.”

“Oh, I get it.” Johnny stopped for a second, a look of confusion on his face for a moment before he shook it away.

“She said that you’ll also get little butterflies in your stomach when you’re close or your chest warms up, like, it’s just some funny feeling in your body you get.” Peanut continued. “She also said that a kiss feels like magic. That there’s little sparks and shit. What do those sparks feel like?”

“Huh?”

“The sparks from the kiss? You’ve kissed Lola plenty of times and you love her, what are those sparks like?” Johnny opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. He went through his memories and tried to find what Peanut was talking about.

“It’s…fine.” Johnny lied. “I should probably get home, gotta clean my jacket before mama sees.” Johnny stood up, seeing that Peanut was doing that same.

“Want me to walk with ya? I ain’t gotta be home for another hour.” Peanut offered.

“No, I mean, sure, I mean…” Johnny watched as Peanut packed everything up. “I have another question.”

“Fire away.” Peanut chuckled, slipping on the backpack.

“Did you mama say anything about loving someone that same as you?”

“Like how?”

“Like, a girl loving a girl or a boy loving a boy. Like, Jimmy and Gord, can they love each other?”

“With how attached to the hip those two are, I wouldn’t be shocked.” Peanut laughed. “All mama said is that it doesn’t matter who or what the other person is, as long as they care for you and you care for them, who cares?” Peanut adjusted the straps of his bag. “Why do you ask?” Johnny didn’t say anything and grabbed Peanut by his jacket, pulling him into a kiss. The kiss only lasted a moment but felt like a lifetime before they parted. “I…I should probably head home early, got some homework to do.” Peanut’s voice was higher and Johnny released his jacket.

“Yeah, I need to get going too…bye.”

“Bye.” Both boys took off in opposite directions, both having the same thought as they sped away.

Sparks.

#bully scholarship edition #peanut romano #johnny vincent #lola lombardi #johnnyxpeanut #do they have a ship name?

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seriouslyblacklikemysoul · 7 years ago

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Be mine, angel - Sirius Black x Reader

Request: Hey sweetie I just read your last Sirius writing and I got the idea of him x reader where she is the most wanted girl in the school but suprisingly doesn't attend the yull ball and Sirius (bc he loves her) then goes to her room and find her crying?💞💞💞💞 Warnings: swearing? a bit? My English. Pic isn’t mine. Credits to its original owner.

It was a bit annoying. Not that you weren’t enjoying it, but after a while it just became tiring. You had to decline an invitation to a date almost three times a day. Some of them were really persistent; They would ask you out almost every day just to receive a forced smile and a no, no thank you. You were known to be the female version on the school’s heartbreaker, but not exactly. You didn’t sleep around with everyone. Actually, you have never said yes to anyone. And that’s because you only wanted one person. That heartbreaker. His name was a synonym for one-night-stand and other even less complemental things. You, however, never gave a single sign that you were interested. You liked your heart whole and not in pieces, thank you very much. You were about to join the conversation that was held among your friends-more like Lily being overdramatic about James, but you understood her very well-when someone, a cute Hufflepuff, walked right in front of you. “Hello” you greeted him. You knew where the whole thing would lead but being rude to someone was not your thing. Well, not always. If anyone, anyone at all was all over your friends for any reason, you were fierce, like a tiger protecting her babies. It was just your nature. “Hello Y/N” he addressed you kindly. He was really cute, handsome even. There was one problem though. He wasn’t him. It would be really selfish of you to date people like understudies because you couldn’t have the one you wanted. It wasn’t fair. “Would you like to go out on a date with me? Hogsmeade maybe?” he asked you with hope burning in his eyes. You took a deep breath. It wasn’t exactly easy to decline everyone. “You are sweet. Thank you, really. But I have to say no. Sorry” you said sweetly, with a sympathetic smile. You really didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. He smiled back at you, a bit sad. “It’s okay. See you” he waved you goodbye while he was walking away. You hmphed. You hadn’t noticed that the guys were standing right behind you, having witnessed the whole scene. Therefore, when you turned around, expecting to find Lily and Marlene, you slightly jumped in surprise. “Hello, boys” you cooed. You wouldn’t admit, really, but you tried to flirt with him in a subtle way in every chance given. You all walked towards the Great Hall in order to eat breakfast. Yes, your first decline was before 8. It was going to be a big day. “Hello, love. Tell me something. How does it feel to break hearts?” Sirius asked you mockingly. You weren’t that innocent to drop it. “Why don’t you answer that yourself, love?” you said, emphasizing the last word, almost spelling it out loud, voice like honey. He smirked. Merlin, you loved that smirk of his. Just as every other girl. “Where have you been all my life?” he asked flirtily. That was just your thing. You would flirt with each other shamelessly but it would stop about there. “Hiding from you” you said in a fake sweet tone while you batted your eyelashes once and pierced his eyes with your look. The guys laughed but he wasn’t going to stop yet. Lily was eyeing you knowingly. You knew that she believed that you should stay away from him. In all honesty, you had tried it. And failed. Miserably. “Go on, don’t be shy, babe. Ask me out” he winked at you. You smiled innocently and played with a strand of your hair. “Okay” you answered while smiling wider. He was taken aback. You took a deep breath pretending to be stressed out. “Get out” you said, dropping the smile and the fake tone and showing him the exit. Marlene snorted. For a second, you thought that he looked hurt, but nah. “Padfoot, stop flirting. Let us eat breakfast in peace” Remus asked pleadingly. He was trying to read a book at the same time. You smiled apologizingly towards him. “I’m not flirting. I’m just being extra nice to someone who is extra attractive” Sirius informed him wiggling his eyebrows, causing Peter to choke on his porridge. For a while you ate in silence, secretly thanking Merlin. You poured some milk into your coffee, bringing to your lips, taking a sip. “I know milk does good for the body but damn girl, how much did you drink?”. You choked. He grinned triumphantly. You had learned that a Ball would take place here, in Hogwarts. Christmas Eve. Your days were getting more and more annoying. You couldn’t recall how many times you’ve had answered a simple ‘no’ because it was exhausting. And today was the day your heart broke, the day of the ball. You were sitting alongside Remus in the common room. He was reading a book and you were thinking and dozing off while staring at the fire. “I am going to the ball with Black!” Marlene exclaimed too happy to notice your strained face. It was like all air left your lungs. You wanted to be happy for her, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel. Anything. Everything was such a blur. You were numb. You couldn’t believe you were so stupid to actually think he would ever look at you like that. But why Marlene? Why your friend? “Hey. Y/N! Aren’t you excited?” Lily asked you beaming herself. She had said yes to James. Everyone was happy. Happy. You took a deep breath and shook that word out of your mind. “I am! You girls have fun!” you said with a fake smile that only Remus got. He furrowed his eyebrows but soon his eyes widened momentarily as he probably came to the same realization you had, three years ago. He looked at you with the question burning in his eyes. You just nodded with the slightest movement. He wouldn’t sell you out. Thankfully nobody understood that you weren’t about to go. “Have fun Rem” you wished him as you stood up, leaving the common room, heading to your dorm. The girls were probably in Lily’s room so you would be alone. Remus tried to call you but you didn’t respond. You just kept going. Oh, Merlin. It was going be one hell of a night. In a very bad way. You could hear the giggles and the laughs. You could almost taste the sappy sappy romance. You could sense the tension between some couples. The sexual tension, that is. But you couldn’t see because of the tears. It had hit you. All those boys asking you out… they never truly liked you. They liked the way you looked. Looks fade fast. Not one… not even one had ever bothered to actually meet you. To talk to you. To befriend you. No one. They just wanted the body. But you weren’t a body. You were a soul, a mind, a heart, feelings, emotions, thoughts. A mess. A chaos. And no one could handle you. He may have stabbed you but you handed him the knife. You showed him where your weak spots are. This was your fault. You should have listened to Lily and stay away. Now it’s really too late. Too late. The door slammed open, revealing a rather worried Sirius. The day was getting better and better by the second. You hid your face in your palms. You were sitting on your bed, knees to your chest and- you were a mess. He closed the door behind him. You wanted to scream at him to get out, but your mouth wouldn’t obey. “What’s wrong love?” he asked you. He came closer, sat on the bed next to you. “Stop it. Please” you whispered. You couldn’t keep pretending. Him, calling you love? “Stop what love?”. His voice revealed concern. Why did he care? “CALLING ME LOVE” you snapped, tears staining your cheeks, lips trembling, hair falling out of your messy bun. You couldn’t stop now. “Stop calling me love. Flirting with me. Smirking. Laughing. Smiling. Touching me. Stop being in my life. Just stop. Go to Marlene and leave me alone” you whispered-yelled. You were sobbing. Hard. He was taken aback. “You’re jealous?” he asked indiscriminately but there was something more. “YES I AM JEALOUS! I am in love with you, you moron. I can’t stand the fact that you’re flirting and sleeping with everyone and that you are with Marls now. She is my friend, Sirius. My friend. Why her? You could any girl you wanted. Why her?”. The words flew before you could contain them. “Because I couldn’t have you. Or so I thought. Because of you, my reality is better than my dreams” he breathed out, voice low and sincere. He grabbed your legs, wrapped one of his arms around your waist, making you sit on his lap, straddling him. His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping off your tears away. He gripped your chin, forcing your head up. “Did you know there are 21 letters in the alphabet?” he asked you, with a playful smile. You blinked. “There are 26” you answered pouting. “Oh right I always forget U R A Q T”* he concluded and you cracked a smile. He beamed. “There it is. My favorite curve. Well…” he trailed off. He squeezed your bum and you let out a laugh. “Be mine, angel”. *U R A Q T= You are a cutie (just in case!)

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that-fandom-tho · 7 years ago

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It Takes Two (Hayes Grier)

Request: Can u please do this Hayes Grier imagine make it where reader is a hip hop dancer has to dance with another guy and Hayes get jealous and walks away and the guy tries to kiss her and Hayes saves her etc. you come up with the rest

“It’s okay. If you have things to do today, you can leave,” I say, even tough I really do want him to stay.

Hayes tightens his arms around my waist. “I’m not going anywhere. I know you like having someone there to watch you.”

He knows me so well. As a kid my parents never watched my dance recitals. My mom would stay outside on the phone and my dad wouldn’t even bother coming. I didn’t know how much more nerve-wracking but also how much more comforting it was to have someone there supporting you. The first time Hayes came my heart raced more than it had during my first ever recital. But looking out and seeing his smiling proud face as I did my thing made me feel more proud and confident in myself than ever before.

Since then I’ve grown, moving into styles other than ballet. I’ve been practicing contemporary and hip hop for a few years now. Tonight’s my first partner dance at an exhibition, and I’m not quite sure how Hayes is going to feel about it. It’s a little risqué, but I love doing it. He gets jealous easily and hasn’t seen any practices so tonight’s when I find out his reaction.

“Hey babe?” I call out, lifting my head from his shoulder.

“Yeah?”  “Promise me you won’t get jealous when you watch, okay?”

“Why would I get jealous? I mean you’re only performing with the guy you’ve been spending hours a day with for months instead of being with me. Nah, no biggie.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” I say, giving him a knowing look. “Promise me you’ll be okay with this.”

“Of course I will. If anything I’m even more happy that you don’t have to see this guy after this.” I just glare at him. “Okay, okay, I promise.”

He leans down to kiss me but I stop him. “You’ll get my lipstick all over your face.”

“I don’t care,” he says with a hand already on my cheek bringing my face to his.

After kissing me firmly he pulls away with a mouth nearly as red as mine. I laugh.

“Go wipe your mouth. I have to reapply then go on soon. I’ll see you out there okay?”

“Okay, baby. I’d wish you good luck but we both know you don’t need it.”

“We go on in 5,” Lucas, my dance partner says. I can hear the people in the crowd already, getting ready for the performance.

After making a quick stop to a room in the back for my lipstick, I return to the area just behind the stage and Luke and I stretch and warm up.

“You nervous?” He asks.

As a kid what I always told myself before a recital was that if I messed up, I never had to see the people in the audience again. And they’d probably forget about it by the time they got home. Now I’ve garnered notability in the dance community here in LA and there are plenty of cameras to remember my mess ups.

“Not really” I reply, taking a deep breath.

He rests a hand on my back, a little low for my comfort. It doesn’t help that the top I’m wearing a tight crop top and low rise skinny jeans, meaning he’s touching my bare back. He does those types of things all the time though. I don’t think anything of it, he’s just more touchy than what I’m used to.

We walk onto the stage to an outburst of applause as the announcer exits. I almost immediately spot Hayes, who smiles and gives me a thumbs.

The dance is to a remix of Despacito by Luis Fonso and Daddy Yankee. It’s a lot of body rolling really, since the footwork couldn’t be complicated due to me wearing heels. Luke on the other hand kind of plays the role of my love interest, doing a lot of looking at my body and running his hands up and down it. Together it’s sort of a cat and mouse thing, us chasing each other while influenced by dances like the tango and merengue.

Towards the end, Luke spins me, and I look into the crowd to see Hayes gone. Oh no. I knew this would happen. Every time he gets jealous, if he can’t act overly possessive he just storms off. I finish the dance mistake free but Luke can tell I’m a bit put off. He promised me. He could’ve at least stayed. The crowd bursts with applause as we stand there breathless. Luke puts an arm around my waist and we wave to the crowd, bowing.

At the end of exhibitions, all of the dancers for that night come out and just hang out with the crowd, take pictures, things like that. We were last so everyone comes out as we finish, heading down the steps leading to the crowd.

I want so badly to try to find Hayes but I know there are people who came specifically to meet me and I’d hate to disappear on them. I stay for about half an hour, taking tons of pictures. I eventually walk back to the room with my hands full of flowers, I set them down to gather my stuff.

Luke follows in soon after. “I didn’t really get a chance to say afterwards, but you did good tonight.”

I finish packing my bag as he speaks. “Thanks, right back at you.”

“You know, we make a good team,” he says, coming closer to me. “We should do this again soon.”

I admit, I do think we did really well, but he makes Hayes so tense, and it feels weird being this close to a guy who isn’t my boyfriend. I mean he’s touched parts of me today that Hayes didn’t touch until we’d been dating for months.

“Yeah, maybe,” I say anyway.

“You wanna head out for a couple drinks?” He asks, barely a foot away now.

“Actually I need to find my boyfriend so we can head home,” I say, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

“Are you really happy with him?” he asks, grabbing onto my waist tightly.

“Yes.” I say, teeth gritted. “Could you please let go of me now?”

He lowers his face until it’s inches from mine. “Is that really what you want sweetheart? I bet I could treat you better than he ever will.”

“Let go of me!” I say firmly. “I’m not interested.” I push on his chest but he barely moves.

“I feel the way you respond to me, don’t lie,” he lowers his lips and I turn my head to the side, ready to kick his ass.

“Hey!” Luke turns to see Hayes in the doorway, storming towards us.

I take the moment of distraction to step on his foot as hard as I can, push him further away from me, punch him in the gut, and push him into the counter next to us.

As he lies trying to recover, Hayes grabs him by the collar and holds him up. “Do not ever put your hands anywhere near my girlfriend again, or the next time it won’t be her kicking your ass, and you’ll be more than a little bruised up. Got it?”

“Okay, man, I get it, I get it.”

Hayes releases him and he falls to the floor. I feel a little guilty, but not enough to stop myself from stepping over him and moving on with my life.

As soon as we’re out of the room Hayes pulls me into his arms tightly. “Baby, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.”

I push him away and walk off, knowing he’s following me. “You left.”

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” he explains. “I just got so worked up, I couldn’t anymore. I hated seeing his hands on you. I know you don’t like it when I get possessive of you but you’re mine. It hurts seeing you with someone else like that.”

“Hayes you’re my rock. You’re the one I look to in the crowd every time I’m up there. You’re the one there for me when no one else is.”

We reach the car, and instead of opening my door he pulls me back into his arms. “And I’ll never leave again. None of that back there would’ve happened had I just stayed with you, instead of getting jealous and running off.”

“You know I’m yours. Even though I hate when you announce it to the world, I love you and no one else will ever be able to take the place you have, okay? And I’m fine, everything’s alright. I could’ve handled Luke myself if I needed to.”

“But you shouldn’t have to. I’m here for you, you know that right? I wanna be your knight in shining armor.”

“You already are,” I say, rising up to my tip toes to peck his lips.

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—— A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. And thanks to the requester, this was kinda fun to write. I know you wanted Hayes to save her, but I had to fit in a little girl power, can’t help myself. I really do hope you like it though. As for my other imagines, I have another Hayes imagine to do, then like 4 Shawn imagines, which I’m hyped for because I love him but somehow haven’t written any imagines for him. So if you’re a Shawn fan you’re in luck. If not, I’ll probably post little blurbs, imagines etc. in between. Either way, there’ll probably be a lot of imagines coming out within these next few weeks because I start a job at the end of the month and who knows how that’ll effect the rate at which I upload, but I want to get my requests out before that begins.

Peace, that-fandom-tho.

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FANDOM: Undertale CHAPTERS: 3/31 RATING: Explicit WORD COUNT: 1,510 words WARNINGS/TAGS: Alphyne, Sthenolagnia, That Gay Shit

DESCRIPTION: Day 3 of Kinktober and Sthenolagnia for the win. I like my adorable girlfriends, cute, gay and sweaty. I probably didn’t take this as seriously as I did other kinks but I wanted to have fun with this.

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The jangle of keys at the front door sounded horrifying loud in Alphys’ ears as she pushed the front door of her girlfriend’s house open, the hinge creaking slowly and she peeked her snout through. “Undyne?” she called warily into the open house, pocketing the overflowing keychain of cute little anime figures and adorable squishies. After the seventh attempt at knocking, awkwardly waiting and a slowly growing panic attack, the yellow monster decided to brave the awkwardness of explaining why she’d walked in without being invited. Still, she paused in the doorway, toeing the line of the entrance and peered around the entryway. Claws griped the handle of the newly refinished door; it still had the tacky smell of varnish, and tapped nervously against metal.

“Back here, babe!” Undyne’s voice floated from the back of the house and over the faint sound of a radio playing classical music.

“Oh thank Asgore,” Alphys muttered and wiped her bro. Closing the door tightly behind her, she made it was double locked. She spared a glance at the weapons sitting out in the living room, all in different stages of being cleaned by the state of grungy newspaper under it. She headed in the direction where Undyne’s voice had originated from, passing by a cabinet of action figures from various movies and television shows and a bookcase of a growing collection of manga and anime. The surface world had provided so much more than Alphys or Undyne could have ever dreamed for.

The music led Alphys toward Undyne’s spare bedroom turned workout gym like a mythical siren and she immediately stumbled over a set of dumbbells in the way. She caught herself before she could really fall and grumbled as she fixed her skewed glasses, adjusting the magic that helped keep them in place before looking up. She could barely contain the ill placed shriek and slapped a hand over her face, knocking her glasses again. “U-undyne, put a shirt on!”

“I have one on?”

Alphys spared a peek at the confused tone and was instantly captivated by the sleek shimmer of blue scales stretched across a bicep that popped against the dark black muscle tee Undyne had ripped up to accommodate her gills and fins. She wasn’t sure how much been cut off along her torso as it rode high up along the fish monster’s ribs. “Put, m-more of a shirt on.”

“Never!” Undyne cackled, “How can I contain these magnificent weapons?!” She immediately flexed to prove her point.

Alphys couldn’t stop herself ogling the shift of her back as she twisted to show off her figure barely contained by the flimsy material. She was certain Undyne was one good flex away from being shirtless. Alphys certainly was. Dropping her gaze granted her the deltoids of a goddess with Undyne’s shorts not fairing any better. The yellow monster spaced out as she watched her girlfriend bend, gracing her with a much better view as she picked up a set of a weights that, by her calculation, had to be have been several hundred pounds by the curve in the middle bar. A muscle twitched in the extended forearm as the aquatic woman easily carried it across the room to set it back in its rack with a light shudder. The casual display of strength had Alphys dabbing her brow with a pink and yellow starry handkerchief she pulled from the front of her blouse.

Undyne rolled her neck slowly, easing the tension there, following with her shoulders and arched her spine gracefully and reached up and over her head to help alleviate anything from locking up. Sweat beaded her brow, rolling down her temple and jaw to add to her already soaked shirt, plastering the thin material to her skin. She was half tempted to peel the entire thing off and whip it at her girlfriend, but ultimately didn’t want to have to worry about her self-destructing. This was just enough to tease.

Mesmerized by the sheer strength and beauty contained in the sleek, muscular figure, Alphys timidly stepped closer, worrying her handkerchief between her claws to keep them busy. When Undyne whirled around, it took Al an agonizing long moment to realize she had been eye humping her girlfriend and had the grace to look away, making Undyne raise a brow questioningly.

“Check it out.” Undyne slapped a hand across her stomach, claws resting just above her navel. “You could use these abs as a washboard. Go ahead, touch them.”

“I c-couldn’t.” Handkerchief forgotten, it fluttered to the floor in a last ditch white flag plea and Alphys reached out, only to catch herself. She nervously drew back.

“Nah, go ahead. Feel how tight I am.” Taking the brash initiative, Undyne grabbed Alphys’ smaller hand and tugged her forward to slap the yellow palm against her abdomen. She not too gently moved it up and down, allowing her girlfriend to get the full real experience of her superior abdomen.

Alphys blushed deeply, a golden hue coating her cheeks and spiked helm and she instinctively struggled to move way, the iron clad but oh so gentle grip, holding her still. Oh no, she thought, with grave earnest. I’m so gay. Her other hand followed and Undyne smirked as she traced the contours of her torso, following the sharp planes of perfectly toned muscles, feeling how they moved with each breath. She traced a claw down the middle where the blue of her torso lightened ever so slightly, the scales becoming less distinct and a thumbed the indentation of her navel. The muscled jumped at the ticklish contact.

“Wow,” she breathed, enraptured by the smooth feel of skin and trailed her hands down and outward to the thick thighs and back up again, following the V shape of her hips down to-- “Oh!” Alphys tore her hands away, as if she had been burned. “Oh gosh, I’m so s-sorry. I don’t know w-w-what I was thinking.”

Undyne huffed amusedly. “What are you sorry about? I’m ripped! Of course you’d want to get up and personal,” she leaned forward, dropping her voice. “with these killer muscles.”

Alphys was instantly flustered, proving her right and Undyne chuckled good naturedly before trailing a claw along the side of her head. The pretty skirt she had donned, a black and white checkerboard pattern, swished quietly as Alphys shuffled her legs closed. The cherry red claw, nail polish chipped and faded, followed the spiked helm of her brow, something Undyne admired. On more than one occasion, she had stated Alphys could headbutt an attacker and never feel it. She trailed the claw down her cheek and jawline, pressing under her chin to lift it stubbornly.

“Alphie.”

The yellow monster hummed distantly, eyelids hooded.

“Your gay is showing.” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to her snout.

The blush returned full force and with back up, gold blooming into ruby hues. Suddenly, she was swept effortlessly into awaiting arms. They squeezed around her middle, holding securely before she was swung around. Alphys naturally clung back, but knew there was never a risk of being dropped. Not with the strength of those arms, holding her so delicate and carefully. The arms of the royal guard, arms that have protected and served the king for decades, arms that held her down, trapping her in a sweet embrace and holding her still while Undyne trailed a slick tongue down… Alphys shuddered at the memory and the flutter in her belly.

It took a moment to realize she was no longer being spun around, Undyne having taken a seat on the nearby workout bench to nuzzle her in her lap. “Undyne?”

“Yeah, babe?” She dipped her head, dragging her tongue along the curve of Alphys’ neck, enjoying the tremor that followed as she shifted her girlfriend to straddle her better, effectively nudging her skirt up to a scandalously bared knee.

The shift and nudge had her clutching at Undyne’s biceps distractedly. “I hope I didn’t inter-r-rupt your workout.”

“Nah. You came just at the right time.”

“O-oh?”

“Yeah,” she returned softly and trailed her lips along a spike, nipping it lightly and earned another shudder and adorable snort. Fingers kneaded along hips to bring Alphys flush against her. “You missed the warm up, but I know the perfect way to work up a real sweat.” Carding a hand up to cradle the back of her head, Undyne captured Alphys in a swift dominant kiss that had her bending backwards, swallowing every little sound she coaxed forth.

Only when Alphys started squirming did she break away, leaving the yellow monster panting, fogged glasses knocked sideways. She stared back dazedly, lovingly, making Undyne lean in for another kiss, wanting to taste her again and a hand slid up her skirt.

“W-wait.” Alphys dropped a hand atop of Undyne’s to keep it there, indicating she didn’t want to stop. She took a quick breath. “C-can we do it on the elliptical?”

Undyne blinked and a large massive, predatory grin fell into place. “Oh, hell yeah!”

#Kinktober 2017 #Undertail #Alphyne #Sthenolagnia #My Writing

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