#Fuck the tags bro I don’t care anymore I’m too tired

[mylove-thresher]

ayy mis lapicitos muy kawaiis que haría sin ustedes

[suavis]

Never interacting with ST tumblr ever again. Went to the tag after Vol 2 expecting to see posts about the episodes/s5 set up, instead I got

Death threats to Duffer Bros for not making by//er canon

People who don’t support by//er are homophobic

Horrible hate to Mileven fans

Duffer Bros are homophobic for killing Eddie bc “Eddie is gay & they killed him bc they didn’t like Stedd¡e”

We’re sick & tired of El, she shouldn’t be focused on in s5, instead Will & Mike

Mike’s speech to El is out of character, he doesn’t love her

El is boring & her abuse for her entire life isn’t comparable to Will, his unrequited love for Mike is worse than her torture

Mike should’ve died instead of Eddie & he’s homophobic to Will, Mike is the worst person in the show

I’m also not interacting with ST tumblr again bc of the white mlm fetishizers. Billy was clearly racist to Lucas & abusive to Max (I understand he was abused but that doesn’t excuse his racism and horrid treatment of Max) but yet Steve & Billy is a popular ship. If Lucas was white, we’d see more Lucas/Dustin. But we don’t. Women are also always pushed to the side for mlm ships, so many posts diminish El for by//er

LITERALLY you’ve encompassed everything i hate abt the fandom 💀 it’s never really surprising when fandoms only care abt bland white men they can hc as gay/bi and then fetishize but truly the attempted character assassination of multiple whole ass children bc they don’t play into their specific narratives they want is extra foul.

i thought st*ddie was cute in passing at first but then the fans and esp eddie fans started acting Like That and i was outta there 💀 ain’t no way they thought it was going to end any other way have the ever watched this show before??? like he was fun but ultimately he was just some guy that some ppl in this fandom care more abt than MAX who’s been around for three seasons now like make it make sense???? and same with billy stans they just choose to ignore full on racism like i saw one say they did believe he was racist but still liked him 💔 truly no saving them the way y’all will cape for random white men even if they’re racist and abusive…… ur not seeing heaven

and YES the way this fandom passes over the black characters (the very few that exist 🥴) is sooooo…. obvious truly. billy apologists are obviously the worst of em but. if will had been in love with lucas and he’d been acting like mike first of all there wouldn’t even be a quarter as many shipper and second lucas would have been eviscerated 💔 people’s priorities in this fandom could not be clearer tbh

and people’s hatred of eleven is so transparent 💀 if she wasn’t in the way of that certain ship nobody would give a fuck but instead they’ll say she’s just his beard, she’s aroace/lesbian (which obvi i support hcs like this wholeheartedly but when the ONLY purpose is to try to make it so she couldn’t possibly be attracted to mike and so now will can have him???? gtfo), she looks like a man (which is mentioned MULTIPLE times in the b*ler slideshow LMAO make it make sense….. i’m a woman with short hair does that make my gf straight???), etc.

also yeah their fixation specifically earlier on the fact that mike couldn’t say i love you to her and then when he finally did it was out of character/him projecting his feelings for will on her??? it’s disrespectful to the characters tbh like the way they characterize mike idek how they like him anymore considering how they seem to believe he’s manipulating eleven AND being an asshole to will while still being in love with him??? i have truly never seen a fandom so deluded over next to zero actual evidence but i wasn’t around in the days of tjlc so 💀 but i’m definitely seeing some similarities LMAO it’s bad like. i think EVERYONE can agree that will is into mike but b*lers seem to think that means mike is going to have to be into will too like. ik they’re still hung up on their middle school/high school straight best friends (or are still IN middle/high school with that straight best friend 💀) and want to think that he’ll get the happy ending they didn’t but. truly i do think will deserves better than this even if mike DOES return his feelings like. they would not be a good couple 💔 here’s to hoping will gets a bf in s5 and all the characters get to be happy for once and b*let fans finally shut up <3

[jae-daddy]

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jaebum!dickhead 

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pairing: jaebum x reader genre: angst plot: you overhear your boyfriend Jaebum and his friends talking rudely about you.  a/n: this was written a long time ago lol. I thought I’d post it instead of deleting it. not edited. hope y’all like it

“Dude, I can’t believe she followed you here,” you heard Yugyeom, as you neared the pool table the boys were surrounding.

Your eyes easily found Jaebum, as he leaned forward to take a shot. His black leather jacket stretching over his broad shoulders, his hair styled in a perfectly messy way. Even with his back towards you, you still felt butterflies flutter in your tummy as you thought of the way he looked tonight.

You thought back to the car ride. His hand on your thigh, inching higher until it slipped under your short skirt. He loved it when you wore short skirts and tight tops. It drove him crazy, he could never keep his hands off you. 

Just as he had struggled to keep himself from parking his car at some random place and fuck you before you reached the party. You remember his throaty growl as he ripped his hand away from tracing your panty and to the steering wheel. 

His jaw tight as his clenched the wheel, his knuckles turning white. 

“I won’t be able to stop if I start baby,” he looked over at you, his eyes dark and filled with promise. You wanted him to do it, you didn’t care about this party. 

But Jaebum did. 

It was his friend’s party, and as a part of the popular kids troupe, he needed to show up. 

“She didn’t follow him, she just misunderstood,” Youngjae clarified, his voice teasing. “Right, Jaebum?”

You stopped in your tracks, feeling your stomach drop.

“You really need to learn to draw boundaries with her bro,” Jackson told Jaebum as he missed a shot. You saw Jaebum grimace at the missed shot, before looking up to meet Jackson’s eyes. When he didn’t say anything, Jackson sighed, “She can’t keep following you-”

“Y/n is not following me,” Jaebum cut him off. You let go of the breath you were holding in, the tight line your lips were drawn into relaxed slightly.

“Was she invited?” Nate asked, shooting Jaebum a knowing smirk.

“No,” Jaebum sighed.

“Did you invite her?”

“Well, no.”

You felt like you were about to vomit. 

“Y/n is always clinging to your side,” Nick told him, before taking a sip of his beer. “You are never free to do anything. You are always with her, it’s like y’all are in a relationship.

“If you were hitting that, then I’d support you, bro,” Yugyeom mumbled, shrugging.

“Yeah right,” Nate snorted. “like anyone would hit that.”

You watched Jaebum, waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t. He just stared at Nate, with a grimace barely noticable.

“Dude, be honest,” Nate smiled at Jaebum, “would you hit that?”

When Jaebum didn’t reply, Nate’s smile grew bigger, “Has she tried hooking up with you?”

You felt sick.

Your mind instantly went to that night when you had kissed Jaebum. The night that had started it all. You were at a party just like this, and somehow you both ended up in the same bedroom hiding away. 

You were waiting for your friend to finish hooking up and were tired to creeps so you hid the room. Jaebum stumbled in a few minutes later. 

You were scared at first, thinking it was a drunk boy. You were terrified because the music was so loud you weren’t sure if anyone would be able to hear you if you had screamed for help.

But your panic turned into interest as you saw the staggering figure straighten as they closed the door. You watched Jaebum fall onto the bed and let out an exhausted sigh. You saw him pull out his phone, dialling someone as he pinched his nose, “Hello, 911?” 

Jaebum wouldn’t let you out of his sight after he spotted you. You knew too much. You had the power to ruin his popularity. So you ended up spending the whole night with Jaebum, talking about random things. 

By the end of the night, you realised there was more to him then the superficial bad boy act he puts up. You couldn’t help yourself but kiss him before you had to leave. 

it felt like a final goodbye. You knew that after that night ended, you would never get the chance again. So you took the chance, you kissed him. 

And, he kissed you back. 

He had pulled you in, bringing you to his lap. He had stopped you two before things got too heated. And then, he snuck into your bedroom for more late night conversations. 

Jaebum had asked you to be his girlfriend a month ago. A month had passed and no one knew that you and Jaebum were together. People thought it was a unlikely pair, but it was friendship at most. 

“No way!” Yugyeom gasped, “For real? What happened?”

Jaebum just shook his head. You could see the smug smile on his face, and it hurt your heart.

Just an hour ago, he was holding back from railing you in the backseat of his car. 

You snapped out of your thoughts as you watched Jaebum move around the table. You watched his face as he spoke. 

“I told her I was coming here tonight, and she kind of just tagged along,” Jaebum sighed, ignoring the comments. He scratched the back of his head nervously, as he studied the guys staring at him. The other boys looked at him with knowing looks as they shook their heads. “I know I should’ve clarified, but I feel bad for her.”

You were actually going to be sick. You dug your nails into your palms, biting your lip tightly to stop yourself from crying in the middle of the party. You knew you should walk away, but you wanted to hear it. Even as it hurt your heart.

Even if it felt like Jaebum sunk his claws into your chest and wrenched your heart out. You wanted to hear what your boyfriend had to say about you.

There was Im Jaebum, your boy friend, standing in a group with his friends, talking about how he felt bad for you.

You felt your heart sink, and your stomach churn, as you heard him continue.

“She's been through a lot. None of her friends talk to her anymore, I can’t just tell her to buzz off,” Jaebum explained, his voice coated with desperation wanting his friends to understand, to agree with his justification. “And it’s not too bad. She’s here doing her thing, and I’m doing mine.”

“Bro,” Yugyeom gave him a dry look, snorting at Jaebum, “how can you be doing your thing when you can’t even hook up with other girls because you have to take her home?”

“I don’t need to-”

“Sara is here,” Youngjae smirked at Jaebum. You saw Jaebum freeze at her name. He had said her name a few times to you before, “She asked about you.”

“Bro!” Yugyeom gaped at Jaebum who still hadn’t found it in himself to start moving again. “Sara!”

Finally, Jaebum leaned against the table. His hands grabbing the edge, as his shoulders fell with his head as he sighed, “Fuck.”

“You could be hooking up with Sara but you’re stuck babysitting,” Youngjae laughed.

“Hey, but she looked kind of all right tonight,” Nate shrugged. “That little crop top of hers really shows those,” he held up his hands in front of him gesturing to your boobs. “I mean, I would pity fuck that. Give her the gift of knowing a good time.”

Your feet began moving backwards as you started moving away from the group. You couldn’t hear anymore. You can’t stand there and watch as your boyfriend acted like you didn’t matter to him. You can’t stand there, listen and pretend that what they said didn’t hurt you, that it didn’t hurt you that Im Jaebum might have never loved you at all. 

You bumped into someone, and you turned around apologising.

You didn’t want to hear what else they had to say. You didn’t want to see how else Jaebum would let them talk about you. You didn’t want to find out how Jaebum thought of you.

“Shit, sorry,” you whispered, your voice shaking. You lifted your gaze to find soft brown ones looking at you with sympathy. His hands gently rested on your shoulders as he steadied your stumbling feet.

“It’s okay,” Mark said, softly. He was part of their group. If he wasn’t behind you, he would probably be standing next to Jackson, laughing along with them. You didn’t want his sympathy. 

You didn’t want anything from him. 

Your eyes began burning as his eyes drifted behind to the group of boys laughing, before settling back on you.

“Are you okay?” Mark asked. You brushed his hands off your shoulders and took a step back.

You didn’t meet his eyes as you nodded, unable to speak.

You walked around him, and headed straight for the door. You didn't look back at Jaebum or stop until you were outside the house. 

Even then, you kept walking down the street, your feet picking up speed as you tried running away from the loud noises in your head.

You felt sick, you felt tired.

Your heart broke into a tiny million pieces as their words kept replying in your mind. But that’s not what broke you.

The thing that hurt you the most was Jaebum. He didn’t do anything, he didn’t say anything. He just let them, he laughed with them, he agreed with them.

You stopped when your lungs started to burn, and you couldn't go any further. 

You called for an Uber and waited on the side of the road. You stared at your phone, waiting for Jaebum to notice you were missing. 

You wanted him to text you, to call you. You wanted him worry about you, to show any proof that he did like you back. Even a silver of how much you loved him, you wanted even the slightest of his love back. 

It was all you needed to help you stay together and not fall apart. 

You stared at the screen as the Uber pulled up. You stared at it all through the ride. You didn’t look up as you thanked the driver. 

You locked the door as you entered your house. You stared at the phone, biting your lips. 

You shouldn’t send him anything. He hadn’t even noticed. 

But then, against your better judgement, you decided to send it, ‘I’m home.’

You changed and got into your bed, covering yourself with your blankets. 

You didn’t shower. You were too tired to shower. You were too tired to do anything. You were too tired to even close your eyes and pretend to go to sleep. 

You knew sleep wasn’t going to come easily tonight. Not when you kept on thinking about the smile on Jaebum’s face as he listened to his friends talk about you. Not when you remembered the way his shoulders and head slummed with defeat when he found out Sara had asked about him. 

There was no way sleep was coming easy to you when all you wanted to do was cry.

You didn’t cry though.

You tried not to cry, you tried to hold back the tears, at first. But then, you couldn’t stop them. The tears silently rolled down your face, as you lay on your side.

You felt the pillow get wet, but you ignored it as you blankly stared at the wall instead. Your hands desperately clenched the blanket, as you tried to calm yourself down, before you began uncontrollably sobbing. 

Jaebum’s reply came a few minutes later. ‘What?’

‘Are you alright?’

‘Are you sleeping?’

‘Should I come over?’

After five minutes, your phone rang.

You saw Jaebum’s name on the phone. 

Your chest ached seeing his name on the phone. You wanted to pick it up. 

But, you ignored it and turned the phone over as you slipped it under your pillow.

It rang again, and again. Three more times, before you picked it up.

“What the fuck?!” He gnarled into the phone, you could hear the wind rushing past him. It sounded like he was speeding somewhere. 

You didn’t say anything, just waited for him to continue.

“Are you okay? Why did you leave early?”

“I’m okay,” you rasped, your voice hurting your throat. “I don’t feel well. I’m going to sleep.”

“You sound horrible,” Jaebum replied softly, the panic in his voice subsiding. The softness in his voice made new tears escape down your face. You moved away from the phone and wiped your tears.“Do you want me to come over, babe?”

You hated it. 

You hated how your heart trembled when he called your baby. 

“No,” you rasped, your lower lip trembling as you held back a sob, “I just need to be alone.”

You sniffled your nose as you swallowed, your vision blurring.

Jaebum remained quiet for a moment, the wind rushing past slowing down now, “Okay, take care. Call me tomorrow, okay, babe?”

“Goodbye, Jaebum,” was all you said before ending the call.

You didn't hold it back anymore.

Your body curled into a ball, as it began shaking furiously as sobs raked through you.

Your hand clasped over your mouth as you sobbed into the dark night.

Your heart, broken and bleeding by the one boy you had trusted.

[achubbydumpling]

[unfinished] Pile It On

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1561

Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Not underage, Fat camp, Stuffing, Weight Gain, Fat!Bucky

So, I had a great conversation with @wotvagyok about my fat camp AU Bucky and what might've led to Bucky breaking a bed like I mentioned in this ficlet. Thanks for the inspiration!

(I'm sorry, I can't think anymore right now. I'll fill in the spaces tomorrow, but if I don't publish this right now I'll probably not finish this challenge at all.)

“Team Cap sets up their attack, Wanda touches, high ark to Wilson, Rogers is probably their best chance at winning… but, no, Wilson sets for Barnes, is that the right decision? Let’s see if he can even get off the ground to—Barnes kills it! Stark can’t block that and with that his team is out! 21-19! A neck-and-neck race all the way. Congratulations, Team Cap!” Thor excitedly commentates jumping up from the beach.

The entire team piled onto Bucky to hug him and scream in his ear. Steve gave him a very bro-hug, grinning wide and shouting at Bucky.

“That jump was insane!” Steve yelled at him again.

“You’ve said that.” Bucky’s cheeks ached from how much he was smiling.

“I know!” Steve said in the same tone of voice, then squeezed Bucky tightly one last time and quietly added, “See you after lunch” with pointedly raised eyebrows, like Bucky wouldn’t immediately get what he was hinting at.

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They’d worked out a pretty good system over the past few summers. Plus, Bucky knew that quiet tone of voice all too well and Steve basically saying out loud that he’d sneak away to Bucky’s cabin in his lunch break? For a second everything outside of those words and Steve’s body pressed against him faded away.

However, the chatter of all the other campers came crashing back into Bucky’s consciousness when Steve turned away and started directing the other campers to the dining hall like he didn’t just—

Breathe, Barnes, he chastised himself and made his (very sore) legs to the dining hall. Scarf down the bland food, charm (beg) his way into seconds, head to the cabin and eat whatever Steve stashed there during his morning “contraband” sweep.

[...]

“Yeah, to make sure no one would find everything. Why didn’t you check the top bunk?”

“It says on the bed post the top bunk is only rated for 300 pounds?”

“Oh. Well, you don’t weigh that much more.”

“Yeah, just like 100 pounds.” Another cramp from his overstuffed belly forced a groan out of him. “Feels like double that right now.” Steve quirked his eyebrow and flicked his eyes at the ladder to the top bunk. Steve’s blue eyes darkened with the fantasy he was clearly playing out in his head right now. The air punched out of Bucky’s lungs.

“What if I break it?” he whispered. He couldn’t force himself to speak up. This— Sure, a flimsy chair had broken under the weight he’d piled on, but a bed? He’d have to tell someone. A sickeningly hot twist of pleasure raced down his spine. He’d have to admit out loud—

“Go on,” Steve interrupted his thought process, pushing Bucky to say that out loud.

“I’d— Fuck, I’d have to tell a counsellor. They’d probably take me to see Fury.” Steve swallowed drily.

“Why would they take you to the director?” Steve’s hands were clenched in fists on Bucky’s gut, belly rub forgotten for the moment.

“Get me weighed.” Steve nodded encouragingly, whispering “Why?”

“If I broke it now— Must’ve gained weight.” Bucky whined low in his throat and grabbed uselessly at the expanse of his belly before him.

“You’ve been here three weeks, you really should’ve lost some weight by now.” Steve pushed himself up from where he was sitting next to Bucky and straddled him. He pushed both his hands into the fat overhang spilling over his waistband and heaved Bucky’s belly up. Muscles and tendons working in his forearms.

“But I can barely lift this thing up.” Steve teased, then let go, letting all the fat slap back onto Bucky’s legs. That jostled his overstuffed gut so badly, Bucky wanted to curl into himself, but he was effectively immobilized by the weight of his gluttony.

The heat of his humiliation sparked his arousal like tinder. He was achingly hard. Trapped against his own fat. Twitching. Trying to rut into that friction. Steve shoved his hand between his fat pad and the fat hanging over it to blindly grab for his dick. When he found that bit of hardness, he squeezed. Tight.

“Not yet. You eat what I give you.” Bucky screwed his eyes shut and shook his head.

“Can’t,” he whined, shook his head again. Steve’s unyielding grip kept Bucky from coming all over himself at just imagining himself crawling up there and eating even more.

“Yes.” The command pierced through Bucky’s middle, making him squirm.

[...]

Dry heat raced through his core, having him press his hand over his dick. He was riding that edge so violently he felt like he should be coming all over his own fingers, but his briefs were still only stained by that spot of precum.

“Oh, fuck, get down here. You just— Bucky!” Steve was scrambling at his back, helping him back down the ladder. Once he was firmly back on the floor, Steve plunged his hand into Bucky’s briefs. Mouth on his neck. Other hand on Bucky’s sweat-slicked sides.

Steve jerked him fast and inelegantly, but Bucky didn’t care in that moment. Too consumed by the realisation that he’d gained enough weight to break the top bunk without even putting his full weight on it. Steve gasping, “you cracked the slats,” finally got him over the edge. Coming over Steve’s hands in his brief.

Bucky’s knees finally buckled under him, and Steve manoeuvred him to lie back down on the bottom bunk, which he was also rapidly outgrowing with the amount of calories he was consuming daily. Bucky was still caught up in the afterglow to help Steve much with getting off. He just felt bone-deep tired.

Steve was standing in front of the bed, one arm propped against the frame and resting his forehead against it. Bucky felt impossibly fatter when he let his head fall forward to look at Steve. He could feel his double-chin bunching up around his neck. His body taking up half his field of view.

Bucky couldn’t even see Steve’s hand on his dick, just the repetitive movement of his arm. The way the muscles moved, his right pec flexed and relaxed again and again. His whole body slightly jerking every time he fucked his hips up into his own fist. The bitten-off moans on his lips. All that over Bucky. The milky soft mountain of fat sitting on his upper body. The solid mass of food rounding out his stomach.

Steve’s forehead slipped off his arm and he just let his head hang for a moment. Then snapped up and locked eyes with Bucky. His pupils blown wide, lips bitten raw and coming over his own hand and torso.

Something fluttered and clenched when Steve climbed slowly onto the bed, wiped them both down with Bucky’s discarded shirt and tucked himself into Bucky’s side.

Bucky’s head reeled with a sudden realisation.

“What are we going to do about the bed?” Instead of answering Steve curled further into himself and hummed noncommittally.

“Hey, I’m serious. I don’t want to get kicked out.”

“Slat’s barely cracked, ‘ll tell Fury after end-of-summer check-in. They’re not gonna kick you out.”

“Maybe not, but I don’t think they’ll let me back in next year.” Bucky rubbed at the back of his head. “Maybe you could—I don’t know—come up to my place or something.”

Steve opened his eyes again but didn’t look at Bucky. Instead, he started playing with a loose thread on the comforter.

“One more summer. Then I’ll—” Bucky sighed, his hand found its way into Steve’s hair.

“I know. I know. Degree, then job. Wherever that takes you. Just thought it’d be— We’d have more than like an hour and a handful of moments to enjoy… this.” Bucky gestured very specifically to his middle and did not think about what else he’d like Steve to want. “What if they won’t let me come back next summer? Don’t really think I qualify for the asthma camp across the lake.”

“Fury’s determined to help everyone lose weight and Stark’s stubborn as hell.”

“They’ve failed three years in a row. This time pretty hard. Y’know after breaking camp property because I gainedweight while being here.” Steve stayed quiet for a long moment. They’d had this conversation a few too many times for them not to know all the arguments by now.

“You don’t think the sneaking around’s kinda fun?” Bucky just wanted to sighed. He felt the urge to shake Steve and make him see that Bucky was in this for a whole lot more than sneaking around to fuck like high schoolers.

“Speaking of your time’s up.” Bucky felt Steve moving up, about to lie down on Bucky’s chest and say those familiar words, “just five more minutes, Buck” but when Bucky kept his eyes firmly trained straights ahead the words died in his throat. Steve sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, then pushed himself up with a deep breath.

“Do you want anything special for tomorrow?” Bucky shrugged. His eyes suddenly felt to heavy to keep them open.

“Surprise me.” A barren olive branch.

Steve disappeared into the bathroom and Bucky finally let the sigh, that had been trapped against his chest, out. He stayed on the bed with his eyes closed until Steve padded out of the bathroom, across the cabin and pushed the squeaky door handle down.

“One more summer.”

[grantzarrr]

Tension E.d

warnings: smut, a little of everything idrk, poorly written sorry :)

summary: When Ethan and Y/n look a little to good at this party so obviously it ends up a build up of tension and teasing.

A/N: to nervous to tag anyone🙈 so if you see it, you see it..

Ethan Dolan would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t want to bend her over right in front of everyone and show her a real party and Y/n Y/l/n would be lying straight through her teeth if she said her boyfriend didn’t look so fuckable tonight. They both craved to be in each other’s arms and they knew their partner was thinking the same but not tonight, tonight they couldn’t just go to the bathroom and fuck out their tension—this party was the fanciest restaurant in town and the smallest ‘inconvenience’ would have them banned and looked upon. Due to the many paparazzis outside waiting for someone to step out or even kicked and banned.

But god the way that dress showed all her perfect curves and stuck to her skin tightly made him just wanna bust right there and it wasn’t helping when she would eye fuck him across the room or softly bite her lip and give a small giggle once she sees the damage she’s doing. And don’t forget how Ethan was taking his toll on this too, he knew that the pants he wore showed enough of his budge to get her to melt or the thin button-down that would display a nice viewing of his abs and biceps and to make it even better he wouldn’t wear his jacket to show it off more. Let’s not even mention the little smirks and winks he would so when he would catch her staring for a little too long. Y/n and Ethan could most definitely feel the tension build-up, the hot and thick build-up that would form when their eyes meet, burning into each other’s souls ready to latch out any moment.

The longer you beamed on your boyfriend the more you wanted to suck the living soul and burning tension right out of his cock or even how badly you wanted him to fuck you raw in missionary just to see his eyes glow and the facial expressions that would appear on this man face. And god he wanted to suck little bruises on your clit and have you shaking as he fingered fucked you, he wanted to pull your legs above your head and hammer into your already bruised pussy. And oh- everyone here looked so innocent not one dirty thing coming across their mind and the two lovers sitting in their own hot and sweaty filth and yet that still aroused them.

As the music started to speed everyone started getting up for a little dance time thus pushing the two right into each other. “God the things I wanna do to you, baby.” Ethan grunted as he whispered in your ear, you were so desperately wanting anything to happened that those words alone had you even wetter.

He leaned into your ear again “And I bet your little pussy is soaked—ready to be licked, sucked and fucked isn’t it, angel?”

That caught you completely off guard, you could tell Ethan was ready to risk it all and you didn’t prepare a single sentence to say to him. All you could do was nod your head swiftly and at that moment you were ready to risk it all as well. But wait...the party- you couldn’t let this opportunity slip this quickly especially knowing how well these people treated the guests, this was not the time nor place. “Ethan this is a newly opened 5-star restaurant we are not ruining this shit, keep it in your pants and wait.” You cocked your eyebrow at him, stopping him in his tracks instantly. He then hummed at this knowing you were right, he’s been trying to get a spot in this place for months. “Yea you’re right— I could go another hour or so without your pussy.” Just pushing his limits even more but he presided with that and went his separate way over to Grayson.

And this is when our first little turn started, Grayson could smell that tension as soon as his brother sat down next to him. “Bro, what the fuck are you smirking at?” Ethan asked, he was still irritated by getting badly aroused but not being able to do anything. “M’nothing...just can feel that y’all are so close to fuck each other’s brains out.” Grayson said, continuing to give Ethan a very cheesy smile that pissed Ethan off even more. And before Ethan could softly yell at his fuck face of a brother, Grayson broke out to go dance with another random girl of the night- still smiling hard as if he was holding all the secrets to himself. And there Ethan sat at their table, the blood still rushing throughout him and his dick the more he watched his girlfriend pretend she wasn’t a horny mess waiting to happen. He just knew that the little smiles she would give from across the dance floor wasn’t innocent nor the little hip swings and dips she did weren’t just for the dance but to fuck him up even more.

Y/n was getting tired of dancing with her newly made friends and decided to go sit with her boyfriend whose eyes still hot on her trail. So she decided to go and fuck with him a little, “Are you gonna eye fuck me all night, or are you gonna do something about it?” She smirked at him, “Fuck you, you know I can’t do shit about it until we leave this hell hole.” He grunted, he knew she was better at hiding this and she was taking her place on him right now. “Mm I know baby but the slow dance is in a bit and after I’m all yours.” She wined and as she went to get something to drink she swung her ass in his face a little just to get him up there and Ethan swore he was about to give her ass a good smack but fuck he couldn’t once again.

Ethan, Grayson and Y/n were sitting at their table, the tension wasn’t as thick anymore it kinda died down as time went on everyone was just waiting on the slow dance especially Ethan, he had something very special for his ‘innocent girlfriend’. Once the lights dimmed and slow played music started a lot of people got up to dance, some left to go home and some even stayed in their seats but Ethan practically dragged you down there to go dance, once you got there Ethan pulled you in close, hands locked swaying back and forth to the music but then his one hand unconnected and the other was at your lower back. The empty hand found itself at the slit of your dress- very close to you pussy that was getting more butterflies as he reached closer and closer, he found your thong and slipped it aside and rubbed two fingers against you. “I knew you were soaking, why didn’t you tell me, angel?” He asked as he slipped a finger in. And Ethan still had to sway back and forth to seem like you both were still dancing to lesson the suspension on them.

“We’re in public, you know.” You whined, your hips bucking up for some more friction. Ethan chuckled and pressed your hips down “Princess I know it might feel good but you have to learn to stop doing your hips like that.” He laughed a little, but this time he added in a second finger starting to softly fuck you with them, you climbed onto him tightly desperately wanting this. He then began to tease you like you’ve been doing to him, “Does this feel good, angel?” He hummed and you didn’t want it to stop he just knew you pussy way to well, “Yes, yes, yes Ethan oh my-.” And with that, he pulled his fingers out completely, licking them to collecting all your juices. “Ethan! What the fuck?” You silently yelled, you were pissed but still didn’t want to cause looks. “What? Oh, am I being a tease like you?” He continued to tease.

“Alright come on gray, we’re ready to go.” Ethan said, and saying this like he just didn’t finger you and lick your juices in front of at least 20 people. As you approached Ethan after saying bye and getting socials with your newly made friends, you grabbed Ethan by his shirt and kissed him shoving your tongue with his. You two made out the entire car drive, you sitting on his lap and rubbing your clothed pussy on his crotch “oh- fuck angel.” He groaned, getting hard all over again. Neither of them caring that Grayson was driving but all he did was just turn up the music louder.

They made it to the bed finally after what felt like years of build-up and teasing. Ethan putting her arms above them, “Ethan stop teasing.” You whined. “If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?” He asked and you simply couldn’t answer.

And now clothes were off and Ethan was pounding you raw, his tip right on the verge of you g-spot, tears almost falling out from pleasure. He was fucking you so hard and rough it was like you could tell he’s been waiting all this time for this moment. “Fuck! You think you could’ve gon al— all day with that fucking dress on, huh?” His grunts and huffed sounding so good when he was on top of you and his face when you would clench purposely. You were clawing at his back just knowing marks were gonna be left and he would hiss but he fucking loved it. He wrapped this hand around your neck and that was it for you, you never came harder and he made it so easy when he would squeeze a little harder. “I see you came without warning huh?” He huffed, he wasn’t mad he just wanted you to cum on right in his mouth. “Fuckkk, I’m gonna mix our cum baby- I’m gonna—.” And he fucking came hard, mixing y’all come together for sure and very visibly making a mess on the sheets.

“Dammit, we made a mess...Wanna go another round, baby?” He smirked



[theouterbankpogues]

after sarah doesn’t invite kiara to her birthday party (a jj x kiara fic)

author : theouterbankpogues aka vi

fandom : jj x kie, jiara | outer banks on netflix

tags : the angst, the fluff, the hurt, the comfort y’know!!

warnings : none

i love writing for this ship bc it has a chokehold on me and i just... i’m so helpless lmao. i read this hc set by @lemon-patches​ (which you should definitely go and read bc it’s amazing and all the feelings) and it talked about how jj and ki were each other’s first kiss and no one else knows. this is basically how i imagine it happened. enjoy!! as always the validation feeds me so yeah if you like it pls share it and stuff (i love reading tags on reblogs so lmao do with that what u will). i imagine they are 15/16, about 6-8 months before s1 idk if that adds up but lol thats what i went with. sorry for any errors u may find xx

a little preview so u know what you’re getting into hehe: “They stood like that for a while, long and quiet breaths synced, arms entangled in waist and shoulders, hearts rhythmically beating, just enjoying the warmth of the best friend they dearly missed.”

Tears streamed down Kiara’s face. She knew that calling the cops was petty, she knew it was the worst of her manifesting itself, but tonight Ki couldn’t bring herself to care. She found herself toppling some books off of her bookshelf. She had always known that she wasn’t good enough for Sarah. The Sarah Cameron. God, she felt so stupid.

Another wave of regret coursed through her. The pit of her stomach hollowed when she re-remembered that she’d actually listened to her parents and decided to give her kook year a genuine try. She had distanced herself from the cut and the pogues, her best friends, the people that she could always count on, the people who always cared. She gave it all up for the superficial bullshit she knew would eventually fall apart.

That entire evening, the anger and regret approached her in harsh and unforgiving turns. She couldn’t escape her own thoughts, she was so mad at herself. She had let herself become vulnerable, given herself up for someone to use and dispose. She felt so weak. All she really wanted to do was fit in, to have a normal year where she wasn’t disappointing her parents, where she wasn’t out at unreasonable hours getting her friends out of messes, watching their string of luck grow thinner and thinner with every prank and practical joke. She was tired of being the middle between the kooks and pogues, she loved the latter and she could’t escape the part of her that was the former. She just wanted to resign to one side, she just wanted things to get easier. Kiara had decided to leave everything for some peace of mind, and now she knew she’d made a mistake. She hadn’t even checked in with John B, his dad was missing and she hadn’t even checked in with him. God, she felt so stupid. Her sobs overtook her as she sat at her bed.

She was so exhausted from the crying she could scream, it had been a few long hours. And Ki, in a moment of clarity, convinced herself that she was too strong for that. Even though she felt horrible, she reminded herself that she was too careful to let this anger get the best of her. Instead, she resorted to taking a few deep breaths and cleaning up the various books and stationary strewn across her bedroom floor as a remnant of her anger. What had happened had happened, she was just going to have to figure out how to cope on her own.

Yeah, I just have to figure it out on my own. I’ll be fine.

That’s when she heard it.

Thud.

Thud. Thud.

Thud.

‘What the-’

She realised that the sound was coming from her window. Stepping toward the side of her room facing the balcony, she realised that pebbles were currently being thrown at her window by a silhouette below it. She couldn’t tell who it was because the backdoor lights had been switched off for the night. It was well past midnight and her parents were soundly sleeping in the next room, she swore she would never forgive the person currently trying to break her window if they woke up. She didn’t want anyone to see her as the mess she was right now. So as quickly and as safely as Kiara could, she opened the balcony window, “What the actual— JJ? JJ is that you?” Kiara couldn’t really understand what was going on, she had stopped talking to the pogues months ago.

“Yeah, hey Ki! Come down!”

“What?”

“You heard me bro, get dressed and come down!”

After a curt nod, she went back into her room, changed out of her PJ’s into some joggers and a hoodie and found herself sneaking out the back door out of genuine curiosity. When she was outside, she realised that neither Pope nor John B were with JJ. Along with that, she realised that he had two boxes of pizza and some beer cans set down on the grass next to him.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I was scrolling through Instagram, realised you weren’t at the party, thought you might need a pick me up,” He seemed to register her tired face and puffy eyes under the dim starlight because he continued, “guess I was right!”

And that’s how, twenty minutes later, JJ and Ki found themselves in a clearing near her house. They sat down opposite each other, the pizza boxes separating them.

“Got your favourite, double cheese, double pepperoni and half the jalapeño.”

Except for the occasional direction here and there, Ki had been quite their entire walk. She couldn’t really even process what was happening. How was JJ here? Why was he talking to her after she’d treated them him like shit the past few months? None of it made sense to her, least of all why this was all from JJ. With all of it perplexing her, the only thing she managed to say was, “You remembered.”

‘Yeah of course I did Ki, just because you stopped talking to us doesn’t mean we stopped caring about you. Come on, dig in, it’s getting cold.”

She didn’t know how to respond to him so she just followed him in picking up a slice from the box. Warm pizza , cold beer and melted cheese heavily complemented the gentle breeze that surrounded them. They fell into a comfortable silence as they ate.

“I’m so sorry.”

“I know Ki-”

“No, everything I did these past few months, the way I cut you guys off, the way I left y’all when you needed me I-”

“Ki we know-”

“God, I’ve been so stupid, I left you guys, like y’all were nothing, y’all needed me and I-”

“Ki, Ki-” Ki just continued, she felt horrible, “KIARA!” JJ saying her full name was so foreign to her, especially since he hadn’t even call her by her nickname these past few months, it undoubtably got her to stop talking.

“I know the pressure your parents put on you to start at that kook academy. Look we all know how hard it is for you to manage these two parts of your life. I know Ki, you don’t have to keep apologising, I know. We know! Why do you think we didn’t try to talk to you when you told us last summer? We want you to do what’s best for you Ki, you are better than us.” At that, Kiara got up and paced back and forth a few steps, remorse hitting her unbearably. 

“I’m not better than any of you. A part of me wanted to leave you all behind.”

JJ’s response was almost instantaneous, “I don’t blame you for it!”

“Well you should! I left you and Pope. I left John B for god’s sake. His dad is most probably dead and I wasn’t theRE.... I-I’m not there.”

At this point the tears had returned to her and she broke on her last word. Her voice wasn’t steady anymore. “I left all of you... I left you.”

JJ couldn’t stand hearing Ki like this, there’s nothing he hated more than having to let down his guard and get real. But JJ, when she said that, realised that this wasn’t about him. 

“Yeah Ki you did, but fuck that. We know you love us, we know that it was a difficult call! You have to forgive yourself. The reason I came tonight was to let you know that you have the people that care about you Ki.”

He stepped toward her and looked her right in the eye, Ki had never seen someone so determined with compassion before, “Whatever you do Ki - if you wanna go to the kook academy, if you wanna be friends with Sarah Cameron, if you wanna cry about how horribly she treated you, if you wanna listen to your parents and not talk to us, if you wanna leave the cut- we’re never not going to have your back. You’re a pogue. You’re our pogue! And if Sarah Cameron can’t see how kickass you are, she doesn’t deserve you and she never did. You got us Ki, we’re always right here. No matter what.”

And throughout all of that, he hadn’t stopped looking directly at her. She was enamoured to say the least, she couldn’t remember the last time JJ talked about something that real, let alone carry an entire conversation himself. Knowing her words wouldn’t suffice, she hugged him. She smelt the sea salt in his hair and pizza grease on his shirt and it was the epitome of comfort to her. JJ hugged her right back, it meant the world to him that he could make her feel at least a bit better. They stood like that for a while, long and quiet breaths synced, arms entangled in waist and shoulders, hearts rhythmically beating, just enjoying the warmth of the best friend they dearly missed. 

Before they could completely untangle from the other, Ki looked back at JJ, god, how did she get so lucky to have someone like him in her life? The air lightened around them as she looked at him, his eyes regained the mischievous glint they always had. It might’ve been because she was slightly tipsy, or because he was staring so intently at her, but for some reason, it felt right. There was no waiting or thinking, she rested her hands on either side of JJ’s face and kissed him. His lips were chapped and they tasted like beer but she loved it. A rush of adrenaline ran through her, it was new and exciting. 

When JJ processed her soft lips on his, and her hands caressing his face, he pulled back. Along with confusion and surprise, there was something in his eyes that Ki couldn’t recognise. But before she decided on asking him what it was about, he was already kissing her again. 

And this time there seemed to be nothing holding him back. His hands were wrapped around her waist, she was grabbing fistfuls of his hair in reciprocation. They knew that they would never be able to do it again so they just gave in. His hands travelled to the small of her back and her neck and she swore that she had never felt something more intoxicating. 

Ki had forgotten where they even were when they broke for air. They were both just breathing, eyes closed and foreheads touching, it was the closest thing to perfect the either of them had ever felt.

When they opened their eyes and looked back at one and other, they were surprised at how comfortable it felt. How... un-awkward, it oddly felt right. But they knew what the rules were, they knew that when Ki got home, they would never talk about it again, and they were fine with that too.

As they approached her doorstep, JJ couldn’t help himself but ask, “Was that your first-” “Yeah.” “Yeah, mine too.” “What?” Kie thought he was joking, JJ had flirted with every other tourist at the boneyard since they were like ten, “Mine, too.” He repeated. There was an honesty to his response that stopped Ki from asking any further. 

She hugged him again. “Thank you for this. I missed you.” He hugged her right back.

“I missed you too. When you come back to us, more beer will be waiting for you no questions asked, don’t ever doubt it.” With that, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead and left. 

Ki had a small smile playing on her lips; she had never felt lighter in her life. 

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: Romantic Romile (Roman x Emile), Romantic Prandy (Andy x Pryce), Romantic Intrulogical (Remus x Logan), Romantic Sleepceit (Remy x Deceit), Romantic Anxtober (October x Virgil)

Word Count: 1,092 Words

Summary: Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts, general chaos, and Remy and Deceit are cute.

Warnings: Sex Mentions, Cursing, Cancer Mention, Sick Character, Immunocompromised Character, Nightmares Mention, Murder Mention, Death Mention, Vomit Mention, Cult Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Note: Bolded and blockquoted are actions in their chatroom, not a message.

Usernames, a quick translation guide: Andy: Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero), Castor: schrodingersdumbass, Dayd: carniverousroomba, Dice: Dr. Bitch, Emile: Thera-pissed, Halley: aspermylastemail, Janus: SnekBoi, Logan: Momgan, October: eatpavementido, Orion: birdgeoisie, Patton: Papa Bear, Pollux: satantakemehome, Pryce: SwEeTvErUcA, Remus: Octopussy, Remy: Coffee Bandit, Roman: waaahluigi, Sirius: literalsunshine, Teal: uwu, Thomas: shrexy, Virgil: spipples, Vita: þiccness

A Very Sanders Group Chat: Chapter 9

3:14AM

satantakemehome: Hey, does anyone have any clue why there's nightmares galore? I was trying to sleep.

spipples: Kid, it's like 4am, go to sleep.

satantakemehome: Mother. Mother, I am Insomnia, mother. It doesn't work that way, mother.

spipples: Okay, okay, don't go all eldritch being on me, chill.

satantakemehome: Fix the Mind, mother. I crave the sleep, mother.

spipples: If you plan to be an eldritch being, go bother your uncle or visit auntie Dee in the hospital, I'm sure he'd love company in his misery up there.

SnekBoi: No. Tired.

satantakemehome: Uncle it is.

Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero): Hello Jeffrey, I am afraid.

spipples: Don't care. Got shit to deal with.

5:38AM

birdgeoisie: Hey mom, did you ever figure out what the overly murdery nightmares were about?

spipples: Yeah, it was Uncle Remus.

þiccness: FINALLY, I can say uncle bastard's name in the chatroom!

Octopussy: I fucking hate all of you.

Momgan: You popped up like a fucking goblin and whacked poor Roman in the head at four in the goddamned morning, how the fuck do you think we're going to react!?

schrodingersdumbass: Oh shit, Auntie Lo is going off on Uncle Remus.

uwu: I would give all my uwus to see this but I have to start getting ready for work sooooo

uwu is now offline

Coffee Bandit: Shiiiit, someone give him coffee stat!

literalsunshine: What do you think I'm trying do?

Coffee Bandit: Ah yes, the good child. All the rest are little punks and then we have this smol gem.

þiccness: I remember why I used to call you Uncle Asshat now.

Coffee Bandit: Thanks, kid.

þiccness: Not a compliment but alright.

Coffee Bandit: Everything is a compliment to me, kid.

þiccness: Alright edgelord.

11:17AM

spipples: It's a beautiful day out.

Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero): Almost as beautiful as your face.

spipples: You only say that because we have the same face.

Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero): Exactly, you're catching on.

spipples: I hate you.

Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero): Don't lie, little bro, it doesn't look good on you.

SnekBoi: Yeah, that's my job.

spipples: Fuck off, you've done enough damage to Thomas.' mind releasing Remus on us.

SnekBoi: I had nothing to do with that. I was at home resting off chemo still. I have a solid alibi. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to finish puking and see how bad my hair is because I know I saw some on my pillow.

Octopussy: goddammit not again!

SnekBoi: Well, sorry, I can't really control it, Ree. The chemo does what it wants.

shrexy: Are you okay?

SnekBoi: Probably. I mean, I'm just worried.

Coffee Bandit: Snakebabe, do you want me over?

SnekBoi: I'd love to see you, but I can't.

Coffee Bandit: What about outside in the garden six feet apart with masks on while we do light work taking care of your plants?

SnekBoi: Is this a date? It sounds like a date.

Coffee Bandit: Can be if you want it to be.

SnekBoi: So maybe 6:30 when it cools down so I'm not overheating myself?

Coffee Bandit: Sounds great, sugarbear.

SnekBoi: Yeah sounds great, Rem.

Coffee Bandit: See you there, lovely snek.

SnekBoi is now offline

waaahluigi: Remy's really out here saying 'I love you' while Dee's puking. Taking in sickness and in health a bit too seriously, huh, Rem?

Coffee Bandit: Oh absolutely, I mean, he's cute.

Octopussy: I hear screeching from Dee's room.

Octopussy: ah, nevermind, I read the backlog.

uwu: Remy's here to date cute snake men and nothing else will do.

12:17 PM

þiccness: Hey mom, can me and Halley spend the night out with Bella and Eve?

waaahluigi: Sure. Just make sure you four are careful and be home before 4am and make sure to call me if you need any help.

þiccness: Thanks, mom!

Thera-pissed: Oh, Ro, are you still coming over at 7 for dinner?

waaahluigi: Yeah, I'm just working off the headache still.

Octopussy: I regret nothing.

Thera-pissed: Alright, love, take your time. Remember, we can always just stay home and watch a movie while the kids are out.

waaahluigi: That actually sounds better than going out and hiking.

Thera-pissed: Then we'll stay in inside and watch a movie or two and have dinner there.

3:14 PM

SnekBoi: Hey, @Octopussy, can you help me up, I need to start getting ready for me and Remy's date?

Octopussy is now online

Octopussy is now offline

satantakemehome: Uncle Remus really said 'gotta go fast'

eatpavementido: remusthehedgehog.jpg

aspermylastemail: Remus is the only one of us ready to storm Area 51.

birdgeoisie: Remus about to clap some alien cheeks.

waaahluigi: You four remind me of a cult. The Cult of Remus.

aspermylastemail: We're just missing that hint of chaotic dumbass that is Castor.

eatpavementido: Don't tempt me, Roman.

waaahluigi: Or what?

eatpavementido: O̴̬̓r̴̨̠̹̾͋ ̴̦̃̆w̴̟̮̽͜ḛ̶͝ ̵̙̲͒́s̶͚͊a̵̦͚̓ͅc̴͙̤̆r̶̫̞i̴̱͉f̸̩͕̓͘i̸̛͇̟͌ͅc̷̨̢͗̈̿e̸̠̜̫̊ ̵̳̋̒y̷̞͓̩͒̓o̶͍̪̦̍ǘ̴̖̮̱̎͊ ̵̨̰͙̓̒͌ţ̸͉̜̂͂o̸̟̽̈n̸̪̤͂͌i̵͓͋̎͑g̶͎͒ḣ̵̤̤͂t̴̟̬͑̏.̸̪͆́

waaahluigi: Good Hera, fine! Just don't kill me! I have two kids to deal with and Remus and Pryce aren't trusted to raise them to not be heathens!

SwEeTvErUcA: Hey! But fair.

Octopussy: fair enough.

6:45 PM

Octopussy: in case anyone wanted a good wholesome update.

Octopussy: deceitandremyinthegarden.jpg

Octopussy: deceitandremysmilingateachother.jpg

Octopussy: deceitandremylaughing.jpg

shrexy: That is incredibly pure and wholesome, thank you for this PSA.

Octopussy: I know. It's good to see Dee be so happy around someone.

Coffee Bandit: I saw that, Remus.

Octopussy: parkourmeme.jpg

Octopussy is now offline

Coffee Bandit: Little shit.

Papa Bear: Go back to your date, kiddos! You're so cute together!

Coffee Bandit: Ah yes, everyone's supportive dad. You got it, Patt.

Coffee Bandit is now offline

spipples: Ah yes, the wholesome dad energy. It's hard to resist.

birdgeoisie: Ah yes, momther, I am hang out with Wyatt and Solace tonight. I'll be home like 9ish?

spipples: Have fun, Orion. Don't get them in trouble is all I ask, little crow.

birdgeoisie: I won't steal anymore street signs, Mom.

spipples: Or anything else that I would have to bail you out for.

birdgeoisie: Why  not just take the fun out of life?

spipples: Ah yes, such a horrible mother not wanting to bail out my son. Have fun, little crow. If you three need anything text me or call me.

birdgeoisie: I will, Mom!

birdgeoisie is now offline

spipples: Two of five kids are out having fun, one is working and two are out doing their own shopping.

eatpavementido: Does this mean you want me over?

spipples: Yesssss. Fucking come cuddle me.

eatpavementido: gottagofast.jpg

spipples: Love my boyfriend.

eatpavementido: Love you too, chaotic little shit.

Taglist: @glaxyjellyfish @chronophobica @fear-ze-queer @imma-potatoo

[cactiem]

here for you, always | j.d

Pairing: Justin Davis x Reader

Requested: Nope

Summary: After finding out some news you feel like your world has fallen apart.

Warnings: mentions of blood, pregnancy, and hint of loss of pregnancy (not in detail)

GIF Not Mine

The clock was ticking painfully slow. Your knee bounced up and down, nervous about what’s before you in those four walls behind the wooden door. You glanced around, taking in your surroundings. You didn’t belong here. A woman was sat on the other side of the waiting area, a hand holding her partners hand and her other one caressing her bump. You wanted so badly to get up and leave and you probably would have if Jenn and Kat didn’t come back with a drink from the local cafe.

"You have to try this." Jenn said, taking the seat next you, holding out a half eaten muffin. You shook your head, the thought of eating anything made your stomach turn.

Silence fell between the three of you. No one really knowing what to say. Jenn and Kat kept looking at each other having a silent conversation about what they should say or do. You didn’t notice as you kept looking ahead trying to calm your nerves before the doctor called your name.

It wasn’t long before a middle aged woman came out of her office with a clipboard in her hand and calling for you to go in. "Whatever happens in there we’ll be here for you no matter what. It’s going to be okay, Y/N." Kat assured you. You grabbed both of their hands trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Can you please come with me?" You asked, your voice quiet. The two of them told you they would, holding you hand as you walked to the room. You earned a few weird looks but neither of you cared. They were the support you needed badly right now.

-

You were leaning against your locker, eyes shut. "Someone had a late night last night." Jenn said coming into the locker room, laughing a little at the insinuation that you were up late with a guy last night.

"That’s far from true. In fact I had an early night." You said, turning to face your friend. "I have no idea why but I’m tired more than usual."

"Maybe it’s your period." Jenn suggested causing you to curse. "What's wrong?"

"I-I’m late." You told her, your voice quiet.

"Shit." Her eyes widened before wrapping her arms around you. "It’s going to be okay, Y/N. Me and Kat will be here for you no matter what."

-

Everyone's eyes were on you but you couldn’t say anything, the words 'pregnant' echoed through your head. You wanted nothing more than to get out of there, to wake up from this nightmare. You were fortunate that you had your friends with you or else you would probably have broken down in the office, you wanted to keep some dignity. So while you were staring ahead, Kat held your hand while Jenn asked the questions that were on everyone’s mind.

After she got the answers the three of you left, straight out of the clinic and walked down the street a little. It wasn’t until you were far enough away that Kat turned to you and told you to let it all out and you did. You broke down crying, collapsing onto the floor as you let out everything you’ve been holding in for the past few days. Jen and Kat joined you on the floor, wrapping their arms around you and staying like until it was all out of your system.

Once you had calmed down a little, save for a few sniffles here and there, the three of you sat on the curb. "I- I don’t know what to do." You said after a few moments of silence. "I can’t afford it and I cannot let my parents find out."

"What about the father?" Kat asked. It was a question everyone was wondering even yourself.

-

It was a party that somehow the skaters, skiers, and the hockey players were all invited to. It seemed that everyone at the lodge had turned up to let loose for the night. After pregaming with Jenn beforehand you were well on your way to having a good night. "That hockey bro is totally checking you out." She shouted over the loud music. You almost choked on your drink and shook your head vehemently. If you looked over though, sure enough he was staring at you but that wasn’t who you were interested in. You had fallen for your good friend Justin Davis.

"No he isn’t." You tried to deny but Jenn just gave you a pointed look.

"Look, I know you’ve got a crush on you know who but you should just let loose once in a while. Make a mistake, have a casual hook up with no feelings attached. Release that pent up energy."

"Who’s Y/N hooking up with?" Justin asked, throwing his arm around your shoulder. Heat rose to your cheeks but luckily you could blame it on the alcohol or how stuffy it was in the living room.

"No one." You glared at you friend who you wanted to kill right now.

-

"I don’t know who he is. He was gone the next morning when I woke up. It was dark and I drank a little too much." You admitted, looking down in embarrassment. Kat gave you a comforting squeeze on the arm with a smile to match as if to say you shouldn’t be hard on yourself.

"What about Justin? Maybe he could help?" Kat suggested.

"I can’t ask him to do that." You sighed and before she asked anymore questions Jenn jumped in.

"Look, we’ll figure it, the three of us. We always do."

-

"What are you doing here?" Jenn hissed when you exited the bathroom stall. You glared at her as you made your way to the sink, this was the last thing you needed.

"If I’m not here people will think something is up." You told her.

"You just threw up, Y/N, and I know you’re not feeling well today. Just tell them you’ve got flu or something." She said, following you around as you grabbed your things before leaving the locker room. You both kept your voices down so no one could eavesdrop. The secrecy was spotted by Justin when you bumped into him and Kat. He was confused while she was silently wondering why you were here.

"I can’t, okay? I’ll be fine though." You assured her lowly before slipping pass her to the rink, smiling at Justin and Kat as you passed them.

"Are they seriously practicing today?" Kat asked Jenn, ignoring Justin.

"What’s going on?" He jumped in, interrupting Jenn.

"Flu we think." Was all she said, following your lead and heading to the rink leaving Justin even more confused.

Everything was going okay until you fainted, mid spin, causing you to fall. Jenn and Kat immediately skated over to you as did Mitch. Blood trickled out underneath your head and your arm was wrapped around your stomach. Justin watched on as the three of them were talking lowly over your unconscious body. He wanted to do something but all he could do was watch on helplessly. Dasha wrapped her arm around him, muttering assurances that you were going to be okay. It didn’t take a genius to see Justin's feelings for you.

-

Kat and Jenn were stood off to the side of the waiting room, waiting to hear about your condition. Your parents were on the other side of the room. They felt guilty for letting you skate when they knew you weren’t feeling one hundred percent. Their wallowing was cut short by Justin coming over. "So you gonna tell me what’s going on? The truth this time?"

The two girls glanced at each other before Kat sighed, deciding to come clean. "Y/N is pregnant."

"What?" He asked in disbelief, it was the last thing he expected.

"They told us it happened at that party we all went to a few weeks back. We don’t know who the father is though as he left the next morning before they woke up." Jenn chimed in with a hint of distaste for the mystery man.

"Fuck." Justin said under his breath, the reality setting in. It was him who you slept with, him who left before you woke up. He didn’t want to ruin your friendship so he left. When you didn’t bring it up he realised that you don’t remember so he never mentioned it. Now he was regretting his choice because if you had known maybe he could have helped.

Justin waited until your parents and friends had seen you to go into your room. You were sat up in your bed, dried tear tracks on your cheeks. It broke his heart seeing you like this. "I’m sorry." He breathed, walking towards your bed. "I’m sorry I left the next morning, I’m sorry I wasn’t their for you." His confession brought tears that you didn’t think you had left to your eyes and you started crying again, letting everything out once more.

"I-I’m so sorry." You hiccuped. Justin didn’t hesitate to climb onto the beside you and wrap his arms around you, letting you cry in his chest. The two of you sat like that until there were no more tears left, his included.

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[eadanga]

Falling in Love With You Part 7 (NSFW)

Summary: Chris is a rich guy trapped in an awful engagement. He meets MC a young medical student and falls for her. Can Chris get out of this engagement to be with the one her loves?

A/N: This series is for @maxattack-powell​ one of the winners of my 400 followers giveaway hope you enjoy this and thanks for participating.

Chris stood at his desk working on papers Baxter runs over to him he smiles “Hey there how’s it going?” Chris chuckles and ruffles his ears as he barks happily “Sounds like you’re just fine”. There is a knock on his door and he goes to answer it he sighs as he sees his father standing in the doorway “What?”

Frank steps around him and enters the apartment “This is your new place?”

“Yes it is”

“Are you trying to ruin this family’s reputation? What if the press saw you here? Are you trying to disgrace us? Chris it’s time for you to come home”

“That’s not your decision to make”

“Chris you are the heir to Powell industries it’s time you started acting like it”

“And it’s time you knew that I don’t care about that it’s time for you to stop telling me how to run my life!”

“Don’t test my patience Christopher now you listen-”

“No! You listen! I’m tired of you guys interfering all the time! It’s my life not yours! I will not live my life for the sake of the family reputation anymore and I won’t marry that bitch you call Scarlett! Even if we do make it down the aisle I won’t say I do”

“Chris how dare you?! You’ve never acted like this before?! Is it that girl you’ve been hanging around with? I knew she was a bad influence you will not see her again!”

“I’ll hang with whoever I want and she has nothing to do with this! Now get out!”

“You’re a disgrace” Frank walks out and slams the door

Chris rolls his eyes and rubs Baxter’s belly Well there goes my morning.

****

MC places some food on the bed “Here you go mom I made you some soup”

“Thanks sweetie” She smiles “It’s nice to see you at home”

“Yeah I can take some days off since I earned that money for you”

“I was starting to worry about you. You were working so hard and been going to school I was afraid you’ll wear yourself out”

“Yeah I realize now I should have done that”

“No you shouldn’t” She grins “Now tell me all about this Chris guy you’ve been seeing”

“Oh” MC blushes “Well we’re just friends but I really like him but he’s supposed to marry someone else”

“Well you shouldn’t let that stop you if you want to be with him go ahead”

“Thanks mom I will you should get some rest”

“Thank you sweetheart”

MC left the room and went to the kitchen where she found Kevin in the kitchen “Hey lil bro I’m gonna head to bank watch mom for me will you?” “Ok”

“Don’t play video games all day”

“Yes mom”

MC rolls her eyes as he chuckles. She heads out to the bank and gets money the heads to the doctor’s office. The doctor smiles as she enters “Hello MC what can I do for you?”

“Just dropping off a payment for my mom”

“Payment?”

“Yeah earned enough to cover for the whole year”

“But I thought you already paid”

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you send your friend in here to pay for everything?”

“Friend? What friend?”

“A Chris Powell”

MC’s eyes went wide “Chris was here?”

“Yes he came in here two weeks ago and paid for everything he told me not to tell anyone but I thought you knew”

MC shook as she stood “Um thanks doctor” She quickly headed out and drove to Chris’s apartment.

****

Chris relaxed on the couch as he watched tv a knocking came on his door. He groaned I was just enjoying my day off He rolled off the couch and went to open the door his eyes widen in surprise as he saw MC standing there “MC”

“Hi Chris may I come in?”

He smiles “You don’t even have to ask” He stepped aside and let her in. They sat on the couch “You didn’t tell me you were coming” He smirks “So what brings you here today?”

“Well I just went to the doctor to pay for my mom’s medical bills and he told me you came in and paid for it”

“Ah told him not to say anything but yeah I did”

“Why did you do that?”

“Because I didn’t want you to keep worrying about all those bills. I mean you work long hours everyday and you have school it’s not healthy for you to be doing so many things at once eventually you’ll-”

“Wear myself out? My mom said the same thing this morning”

“And she’s right” He places a hand on her shoulder “I’m sorry I went behind your back but I knew you wouldn’t take the money and I only did it because I care about you”

“I understand Chris how did you find out where to pay?”

“I talked to your dad about it and he gave me all the information”

“Figures he knew that’s my dad for you”

Chris chuckles “He’s a great guy”

“Yeah and thank you Chris you’re the best”

“Anything I can do to help and that 50 grand you earned use it on yourself buy yourself something nice”

MC smiles “Ok I will”

Chris smiles “Good” He sighs “I hope your morning was better than mine”

“What happened?”

“My dad showed up here and was demanding I come home but I stood up to him”

“I’m glad you did”

“Yeah I’m still looking for ways to end this engagement but don’t worry I’ll get out of it”

“I’ll help in anyway I can”

Chris smiles “Thanks” He kisses her deeply his arms go around her waist. Then he pulls back with a smirk “One second MC”

He gets up and walks to the bedroom

****

MC smiles and blushes as she waits for him I wonder what’s he’s doing. He comes back a few minutes later and extends his hand “Let me show you something”

MC takes his hand and follow him to the bedroom. There were rose pedals scattered on the bed, soft music playing, and a bottle of wine with two glasses on the nightstand.

“Chris…”

“You did say you wanted it to be super romantic”

“And it is I love it”

“I’m glad” He kisses her deeply as his arms wrap around her waist. MC’s arms wrap around his neck as his hands move everywhere. She pulls away to lift up his shirt and her eyes marvel his chest

“I was always curious about what was under that shirt”

He smirks “Yeah? And what your review?”

“100 out of 100”

He chuckles as he kisses her again he pulls her shirt off and kisses down her neck as he mumbles “You’re so beautiful”

He lifts her up and carries her over to the bed. He unclasps her bra and suck on her nipples as she moans. He kisses down her body pulling off her jeans and underwear. His hand go up and down her clit “Fuck you’re so wet for me”

He kisses back up her body and whispers “Do you want me?”

“Mmm yes Chris”

“Tell me how much you want me”

“I want you so bad Chris I want you deep inside of me”

Chris grins the unbuckles his pants and pulls them off. He slowly enters her as she moans loudly

“Chris!”

“Damn you’re so tight”

He thrust into her slowly the begins to go faster as her moans get louder.

“Chris! Oh God you feel you good don’t stop”

“Wasn’t planning on it” He continues to thrust then growls “Come for me MC”

“Chris!”

She comes and he continues to thrust till he finds his release. He pulls out of her and rolls off her as they both breathe heavily. He smiles and wraps his arms around her “That was even better than my dreams”

“You’ve been dreaming about this?”

“Only every night”

MC laughs “Didn’t know you wanted me so badly”

“I want you more than anything” He kisses down her neck “I want you to be mine”

“Chris…”

“I don’t care about Scarlett or what my parents think I just care about you. I think I’ve fallen for you MC”

“Chris…I’ve fallen for you too”

Chris grins “I’m so happy to hear you say that” He holds her for a moment “Are you ok with this? Meeting in secret till I find a way out of this engagement?”

“As long as I get to see you I’m ok with it”

“Good cause I won’t marry her nor do I want to I’ll find a way to get away from her”

“I believe you will Chris but for now I just want to be in your arms”

Chris smiles as he tightens his arms around her and pulls her closer

****

Frank sits down crossing his arms as Barb looks at him stunned “What is wrong with our son?”

“It’s that girl he never acted like that till she come along”

“We have to get her away from him we can’t have her ruining his life”

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[drunklander]

Drunj!Der Yells About Outlander

Thoughts on Ep. 512

Looking for a way to spend Mother’s Day? Well, we here at Outlander have the perfect idea! Celebrate with the women you love by watching us gang rape grannie!

This episode is like the perfect storm of everything that is wrong with Outlander. The cast and crew saying it’s their strongest episode yet when it’s basically artsy gang rape. The CYA trigger warnings when the story would have worked perfectly well without including yet another rape. The kool aid-drinking fans yelling at and acting holier than thou at the fans who rightfully call out the massive problem this show has with rape and assault. The fans yelling at other fans because It’S iN tHe BoOk so it has to be included. The fans yelling at other fans for wanting to follow the books but not wanting rape every 0.5 seconds. The fans yelling at other fans to fuck off if they don’t like the show. The women in the cast throwing out trigger warnings while the men are radio silent or wanting the gladiators to face the plague and fight for their own amusement. It literally has everything.

And I am tired.

I’ve been in this fandom for six years and have had quite a journey. From first discovering the show and immediately devouring the books. The honeymoon period where I could headcanon out all the problematic bits. The getting deep into the fandom nonsense. The getting out of the fandom nonsense. The judging the fandom nonsense because it’s funny and they’re all idiots. The getting sick of the fandom nonsense because it’s not even fun to judge the dummies anymore. The becoming more and more aware that it’s impossible to whistle past the problems in the books and the show. The sticking around, holding out hope things might turn around and the initial magic could be recaptured. And finally, the giving up.

The books are trash. The show is trash. There are a handful of good scenes in each which can be enjoyed on their own, but as a whole, holy shit this stuff is not good. (Seriously, I tried to do a Fiery Cross reread before the season started. I started like a year ago and am still only at Jocasta’s wedding because I just don’t care enough to actually get through it.)

Which brings us here. I am tired. I have already ranted and raged and yelled and swore and wrote far too many words about the gratuitous overuse of rape in the Outlanderverse. It fucking has its own tag for fuck’s sake.

So here’s a recap. And then I think I’m done looking at this show in detail. Not because the idiot fans insist on coming to my notes to tell me to fuck off if I don’t like the show. Not because the crew are condescending douchecanoes. Not because the author is a misogynist garbage heap. But because spending an hour of my time for a few weeks out of the year to write these things isn’t worth it. I did it for as long as I did because it took so little time. So why not? But yeah, it’s not even worth that tiny commitment anymore.

And to the people who I know will @ me about how no one was forcing me to stick around and I could have quit any time, yeah, no shit captain obvious, I know that. Fuck off already. I stuck around because I really liked the little corner of the fandom that I’d found. I made some awesome friends. Most of those friends have since quit the fandom. I’m really glad to have them in my life outside of this little corner of the internet. And it was a fun writing exercise. I don’t really like the show anymore, but I enjoyed building an argument about why I don’t like it and think it’s bad that has valid points behind it. Especially considering how blindly overly adoring a bunch of the fandom is about it. But now I think I’d rather consume Outlander content as pretty people in pretty period costumes in gifsets. Or like, on in the background but not really paying close attention. Why not quit altogether? Because to quote the great Ron Swanson (I’m halfway through a Parks rewatch and I just love that show a lot ok.), I can do what I want. And besides, there’s like a fucking library’s worth of fics that I haven’t read and have been meaning to. And I like the characters enough to want to keep reading about them in stories that are better than the canon. (Bless you fic writers, blesssss.)

So. Was this whole ramble self-indulgent and overly serious for a fucking TV show? Absofuckinglutely. But please see the aforementioned Swansonism.

Alright, fuckos. Let’s do this.

This is a Roberts brainchild, isn’t it. *checks credits* Yup. Knew it. This feels very much like a Roberts special. In that he is probs quite pleased with himself but like, it’s crap.

Yes, we ARE doing ANOTHER rape story! But look! It’s a disassociation montage! It’s the ‘60s, get it?! There are callbacks! An orange from the king in season 2! A vase from season 1! A rabbit from season 3! An amber-looking dragonfly! Jamie with the young hair spouting off book lines! ApPrEcIaTe MuH aRt! We are so good at finding new and creative ways to rape our characters! Fuck off, twatwaffle. You are the worst.

Like, does Roger feel left out at this point? He’s only been hanged. Literally everyone else has either been raped, been sexually assaulted, or been threatened with rape and/or sexual assault.

“But it’s not gratuitous! Look! They’re all so different! Jamie’s was overly graphic and he got a half a season to brood about! We manged to not show much of Fergus’ (but still showed a thrust) because he’s a child and it was just a plot device for Jamie and not actually about him! Mary’s was about Fred! Claire’s with the king was about Jamie! Jamie’s with Geneva was shot like p0rn! Marsali being threatened by the sailors was to motivate Fergus! Bree’s was about the other people in the room and Roger! Claire’s really has no purpose because she’s already been kidnapped and beaten, and that is super traumatic, and we’re gonna wrap it up with a bow by the end of the episode!”

This fucking show, guys. This fucking show.

Bonus points* for the Black character spouting off the superstitious stuff.

*By bonus points I mean this show, and the books are absolute shit on matters of race. The books especially.

The cast and crew have 100% heard everyone’s thoughts on the overuse of rape in the Outlanderverse. And their response has been to include more and more of it. We had a whole season of one character’s arc being about her rape and literally as soon as that was resolved, they gang rape another character. It really does tell you as much as you need to know about them. Lazy. Fucking. Cowards.

Kidnapping not enough trauma? Let’s add some gang rape! Gang rape not enough trauma? Let’s add visualizing that your daughter and grandchild are dead! Just like Fred died! This show really brings trauma p0rn to a whole new level.

Called the Bree and Roger shit.

This scene with the men rallying to go save Claire is like another layer of fuck you. Bree, you stay home, men, give your hero lines and let’s have a getting ready montage. Because your hero moment is what this is really all about. And your manpain about killing someone. *screams into a pillow*

The petty side of me is happy that it was Fergus and Young Ian who are with Claire when they find her and not Roger. Her two sons...

Why yes, I am judging all of the fans who like get their panties all wet over Jamie being like “It is I who kills for her.” Like “yeah go ahead and rape and beat Claire within an inch of her life if it means the big strong man gets to come in and save her and say something intense.” Fuck off and go take a hard look at yourself and what that says about you.

“Was there an Indian there?” “Nope, he wouldn’t help you because LiOnEl but somehow was able to peace out when it was in his interest. Because he is as bad as the ones who actually raped you.”

The Bree and Claire hug makes me both sad and angry. I want to hug them both and take them out of this fucking place and tell them that they’ve been done dirty and deserved fucking better from the writers.

Glad Marsali gets in on the hug. Claire’s two remaining daughters.

Claire’s “I have fucking survived” speech is like the one time she she actually talks about herself not in relation to a man. It’s about her. Claire. HOWEVER! It is epically fucked up that a woman needs to check off all the trauma she’s endured to show she’s a strong character.

So. Fucked. Up.

The fact that we’re spending time on Roger’s manpain about killing someone also really tells us a lot about the show’s feelings toward women. Yeah, killing someone is a big deal. It’s normal and expected to have feelings about it. But the juxtaposition of Claire’s speech about all of her traumas with Roger being like yeah, I killed a guy who had kidnapped, beaten and raped your mom is like, read the room, bro/writers.

The fact that the men put Claire’s rapist in her surgery, her space, her place of healing, where she is able to be most herself, makes me want to punch each and every one of them in the throat. Like seriously. Fuck each and every one of them.

Also Lionel is like cartoonishly terrible. Not that nuance has ever been this show’s strong suit. But like come the fuck on.

Marsali killing Lionel is the one thing about this episode that I didn’t hate. The men are all like “We kill for Claire! Let’s all rally in this montage and go do the manly thing of defending the woman!” Marsali is just like, yeah, that’s my Ma you fucked with. She shows some agency. She doesn’t do it in a performative way for the other men or for Claire like the guys do. She just knows this fuck needs to die, knows it’s gonna be hard for her and might damn her soul (don’t worry Marsali, all that religion crap is bullshit), and does it anyway.

Marsali’s arc has been my favorite of this whole fucking series. The one bright spot I was hanging on to all of this season especially.

Her quick scene with Jamie doesn’t bother me like Roger’s does. Because Roger is like oh no, I killed a guy! Can you forgive me? For killing a rapist? Like fuck off, bro. And Marsali is like yeah, I killed a guy. I hope I’m not damned for it, but the guy needed to die so I did it.

Also like, Richard had potential to not be cartoonishly bad. But like nope. “He reaped what he sowed, but cLeArLy I’m gonna need to escalate this further. Because manly men can’t let shit go.”

Fuck all men, tbh.

*googles how to emigrate to Themyscira*

Jamie’s speech that’s like supposed to parallel Claire’s can fuck all the way off. Giving him the last voice over just underscores how this was all about men. Not Claire. But the men. Fuuuuck everything.

Look! Everything’s fine again! Back to normal! Peaceful for a bit! With a cheesy af on the nose storm coming! So you know something bad’s coming! In case you forgot!

And Jamie got a book line. So it’s all good now.

And don’t worry about Claire, y’all. She feels safe now. Her and Jamie fucked it out.

It’s amazing, in retrospect, that I ever let this story suck me in so much.

Happy Mother’s Day! See you on the other side of the hiatus.

[tanzaniiite]

the one that got away // kaminari x reader

requests: OPEN

warnings: nsfw-ish. oh no! i spilled all the angst! oh, cursing.

word count: 1,890

song inspo: “The One That Got Away” by Katy Perry, yup it’s a song fic

a/n: fun fact; i use to hate song fics, now i love them lol. also (F/L/N) = first letter of name

summer after high school, when we first met

Kaminari stared at you in awe as you expertly balanced several plates on both arms. “Careful Denki, you might slobber all over the menu" Sero joked, as he watched his friend drool over the new waitress. The blonde snapped out of his daze and glared slightly at the goofball in front of him. “Shut up dude. Look at her, she’s gorgeous!” He exclaimed, turning around to find you again. Sero rolled his eyes, “Bro, you say that about every girl. Plus you’re a hero now, you have a reputation to keep up” He lightly scolded, shaking his head. Kaminari groaned, “Ugh, you sound like Aizawa” He stated, still watching you take other people’s orders. The raven-haired man laughed, “I can see the tabloids now: New hero.. horny as fuck!” He joked. Kaminari turned back to his best friend, “Shut. Up.” He seethed, full-on glaring now. Sero blinked before laughing loudly, “Was I suppose to take that baby glare seriously?!” He asked rhetorically, his laughter now roaring throughout the diner. You turned to see where all the commotion was coming from and smiled slightly, ‘They seem interesting’ You thought, making your way to their table.

“Hello I’m Y/n, I’ll be serving you today. Can I start you boys off with some drinks?”

we make-out in your mustang to Radiohead

You straddle Kaminari and grind against him slightly as you kiss his neck and leave serval marks for the world to see. The blonde underneath you groans in pleasure as his hands go under your shirt and squeeze your chest. You let out a breathy laugh, “You’re such a pervert” You joke, pulling away to look at your boyfriend. Kaminari grinned at you, “But I’m your pervert- wait no. I’m not a pervert” He stated, trying to fix his mistake. You laughed loudly, leaning your weight onto him in the process, “I’m joking babe!” You said, still laughing and he started laughing with you. You guys were still in the early stages of your relationship, so you were both feeling your way around. Your laughter slowed into giggles as you pushed his bangs out of his face and cupped his cheeks. “God you’re so cute,” You said, squishing his cheeks together and pecking his lips. “What? Don’t you find me sexy? Irresistible?” He asked, pouting slightly. You giggled some more, “Of course I do. I just.. I don’t know how I got so lucky” You sighed, smiling slightly. Kaminari shook his head, “No, I’m the lucky one. I basically won the lotto” He stated.

and on my eighteenth birthday, we got matching tattoos

“Oh my god Denki, you’re such a baby. They didn’t even start yet” You teased, looking at your boyfriend, who was already bawling his eyes out. Kaminari whipped his head to look at you, “I’m afraid of needles! You know this!” He cried, tensing as the tattoo artist approached him. “Babe, you’re only getting an (F/L/N). See I already got my K” You explained, holding up your wrist. “I’m sorry, I can’t. I feel like I’m gonna pass out” He stated, pushing his hair back. You roll your eyes playfully, “Okay okay my big baby, a permeant marker will have to do” You said, getting up from the chair and kissing his forehead gingerly. “Please never take me to a place with needles ever again” The blonde begged, holding your hand and kissing it repeatedly. You chuckled and caressed his cheek, “Oh baby.. you have a doctor’s appointment next week” You said, breaking the news as lightly as possible. You felt bad for laughing as Kaminari’s face turned into a horrified expression.

used to steal your parent’s liquor and climb on the roof, talk about the future like we had a clue

“So, do you think you’ll make it to the top ten Pro-Hero list?” You asked, your head on Kaminari’s shoulder as you both watched the sunset slowly. The blonde shrugged, “Once upon a time, I thought I would but.. I’m not as good as Deku, Shoto, Ground-Zero, etc. I’m just happy to be a Pro-Hero y’know?” He stated, looking at the neighborhood kids playing tag. You nodded slightly, “Well if it matters, you’ll always be my number one hero,” You said, grazing your thumb over his knuckles. Kaminari paused and looked at you, “Really?” He whispered. Your face immediately heated up, “Oh my god, that was so cheesy. I’m sorry” You apologized, as you took a huge swig of beer. Your boyfriend laughed slightly, “No no, it’s cheesy don’t get me wrong. But I like cheesy” He said, kissing your nose, laughing again when your face scrunched up. You blushed more, staring intently at the roof tiles of your house, “Whatever man” You mumbled. Kaminari kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear, “If I had to be anyone’s hero, I’m glad I’m yours”.

never planned that one day i’d be losing you

Distance. That’s what was growing between you and your goofball of a boyfriend. The honeymoon stage was officially over, you thought it would never end given that you guys have been together for a solid year and a half. But the crime rate was increasing and with that so was Kaminari’s workload. You understood that a hero’s work never really stopped but he has vacation days, why wouldn’t he use them? You knew he just wanted to help, to feel useful but you felt useless. You felt like you were just an object in his life, he comes home to your shared apartment so late, every day. And every day you wait for him, worried sick that a villain might do more than just rough him up. And what do you get in return? A simple “Hey babe” or a light peck to the cheek.

You don’t mean to be ungrateful but would it kill him to take a day or two off. One day to rest and the other day to spend time with you. It didn’t feel like you were living with him, you practically lived by yourself. He came home late in the night just to leave again in the wee hours of the morning. And this is frustrating, you were frustrated. This leads to fights that never seemed to end. You tried explaining to him how you felt and how he shouldn’t work himself to the brink of exhaustion. Does he listen? No. Instead, he brushes you off, calls you clingy and needy. Ha! As if he wasn’t the one begging you for a quickie in the morning right before he left for the whole day.

To put it simply; you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Y/n… what are you doing?” Kaminari asked as he walked into your guy’s bedroom. “Packing.” You answered sharply, shoving a bunch of clothes into a small suitcase. “Why? Did you plan a trip? I can’t go, you know my workload-“ He started. “Is heavy. I know” You replied, curling your fists ever so slightly. “And this is not a trip, I’m going to stay with a friend for a while,” You said, zipping the suitcase and taking it off the bed. “What for?” The blonde asked. You grit your teeth, could he be any more of an idiot? But god, did you love this idiot. “I don’t know Kaminari, you tell me,” You said, finally facing him and crossing your arms. He flinched slightly at the use of his last name, “Um, I don’t know babe” He said, turning around to take off his hero costume.

You bit your tongue, to stop yourself from saying something harsh. “We barely spend any time together. You come home so late and leave so early, I might as well live by myself at this point. You clearly don’t take my feelings into consideration given the fact that you haven’t taken a day off in down there a year-“ You rambled, combing your fingers through your hair as you walked around the room. “Babe. You know what I do for a living, I can’t just take a day off. That’s not how it works” The blonde stated, looking at you. You laughed bitterly, “That’s exactly how it works. You’re not the only Pro-Hero Denki, the world won’t fall apart if you take a day off” You explained. Kaminari stared at you for a bit before shaking his head and resuming to take off his costume. “See? This is the shit I’m talking about, you’re not listening to me” You say, glaring at him.

“I am listening to you. But you’re not making sense, you knew what I did way before we started dating. This isn’t something I just sprung onto you out of nowhere. You know this” He said plainly, before changing into pajamas and walking into the bathroom. You followed him, “I understand what you do and why you do it. What I don’t understand is the harm of you taking a day off to tend to yourself? To tend to me?” You asked. The blonde rolled his eyes, something he rarely did, he was getting annoyed. “You have friends, if you want attention, hang out with them” He replied, picking up his toothbrush. “I can spend time with my friends forever. But they’re not you, Denki” You whispered, as tears stung your eyes. You were tired, so tired. All you wanted was to spend time with him, just one day. Was that really too much to ask for?

in another life, i would make you stay

You tried, you honestly tried. You loved this man so much, it hurt. But it hurt more that he didn’t seem to care. So you left, and in the back of your head, you hoped that he would chase after you. Try and stop you. Tell you that you were making a mistake, that he would change his ways if it meant that you stayed. And if he did any of that, you would’ve stayed. Because it would show that he cared. But he didn’t do any of that, not a single thing. He let you go, he let you walk out the door without putting up a fight. The blonde figured you were upset and wanted to give you space, he didn’t want to add fuel to the fire.

so i don’t have to say you were the one that got away

He wanted to give you time to cool off before he approached you. Too bad he didn’t get the chance to approach you again. There he sat, on the kitchen floor, reading a letter he thought was a figment of his imagination. Kaminari reread the letter over and over but no matter how many times he read it, the words never changed. You left. Yes, you were upset but you weren’t leaving to blow off steam, you were leaving for good. How could he be so stupid? The blonde covered his mouth as he choked back a sob, he was going to take off. He was going to spend a whole week with you, just you and nobody else. Kaminari saw the error in his ways and was trying to fix it by saving vacation days and picking up extra patrols. Just so he could take off a full consecutive week off. Damn, only if you had held out a little longer. Maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t have been…

the one that got away

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #325

tired of seeing me in the survey tag yet? lmao me too

Would you date someone who’s shorter than you? I have absolutely never understood why there would be any correlation between someone's height and whether or not you would date the person because of it. What, do you think the person has any control over that? So basically, yes, I would, without a second thought. Have you ever fallen in love on the Internet? "Fallen in love," no. I had to meet Sara first to see how we meshed in the same environment. Have you ever had a crush on your best friend’s sweetie? Yes, hence the Joel mess. Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend? No. Good luck getting me to date someone like that. Can guys be sluts? Who the fuck cares so long as the person is safe and open with their partner. Ever had a crush on your best girlfriend? Twice now, haha. Would you ever kiss someone who’s taken? No, I'm not that kind of person. Do you mind being the third wheel? I don't care, really, so long as my friend doesn't totally ignore me. I very much enjoy seeing people in love. Has a kiss ever made you weak in the knees? Yes. Have you ever been in a love triangle? No, and I absolutely would not if I was aware. You pick me or you leave me alone. Do you feel comfortable buying condoms? I've never had to, but I'd probably feel a hint of awkwardness. Have you ever run into your ex with his/her new partner? No, and the only case where that would be a problem would be with Jason. I know in my heart I would feel at least some hatred towards her. Have you ever felt guilty after doing something sexual? Yep, when I was first actually getting truly sexual and felt like I was betraying my "abstinence." Would you stay friends with your sweetie’s friends if you broke up? I'm still friends with Jacob, mine and Jason's former roommate and his then-close friend. So yeah. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? I hope more than words can explicate that I have a stable job that I love, my driver's license, and my own place with a long-term partner, since I think living alone would be very detrimental to me. I also hope I have much better control over my social anxiety. Oh, and can I PLEASE be fit again? What was the last thing you bought for less than a dollar? No idea. Who was the last person in your bed? My niece Aria was sitting on it with me. I miss Misty's kids. Do you have a nice phone? Not particularly, but it does the job. Is Marilyn Manson creepy or cool? I find him creepy in a cool way, haha. Well, at least aesthetically. With his recent sexual assault (or abuse? idr) allegations however, I don't know how I feel about him because I don't know the facts. I really should actually read up about it. Regardless, I love his music; he's one of my favorite musical artists. Do you like talking to strangers? Depends on my mood and the person. Do you have OCD? Yes. Are you clumsy or graceful? I'm clumsy as all getout. Have you ever ran into a door because you didn’t know it was closed? Haha, no. Have you ever woke up and didn’t know where you were? After my cyst removal surgery, I was confused for a moment or so. Do you own a Wii? Yep. Do you like to talk about yourself? Depends on with whom, the subject, and my mood. Has anyone ever called you conceited? No; I'm very much on the other end of the spectrum. Tattoos or piercings? I love both, but tats win. Have you ever had ants ruin your picnic? I’ve never had a picnic. At least that I remember. What’s the last gross movie/show/video you saw? Recently, I watched The Dark Den dissect his recently-deceased tarantula to figure out why she died. It was serious impaction, and it was disgusting. Would you rather live in a huuuge house or a little cozy one? A lil cozy one! Not TOO small, though. I'd feel claustrophobic. Have you ever blow dried something other then your hair? Maybe? What is your favorite piece of equipment at gyms? Treadmills. Do you have a tutor for anything? No. Does your sibling(s) have braces? My older sister did for a little while. Did you tell your last girlfriend/boyfriend that you love them? Yes. What was the last thing your parents got mad at you for? Apparently I somehow forgot to wipe crumbs off the kitchen counter. Have you ever had a bathing suit fall off of you while swimming? Not a suit, no, but when I wore bikinis and I jumped into the pool, it's happened before where my top would go up. I'd obviously fix it super quick. Do your pets have favorites? I'm absolutely Roman's favorite, but he loves Mom, too. I'm the only one who interacts with Venus. What’s the longest you’ve ever liked someone without telling them? A very long time. I had a big crush on Girt my freshman year, and some time after Jason, my crush for him came back, but he didn't ask me out until years later. Turns out we'd been friends just too long and the relationship felt too weird for me, so I broke up with him after I think... four months or so? We're still great friends. That's my bro. Did you prank anyone on April Fool’s Day? I never do anymore. I don't like pranks. What’s the sweetest thing a gf/bf can do to get you to forgive them? Changed behavior. Do you dislike when surveys ask to describe your underwear? Well, I'm almost always in my pajamas, sooo I generally don't even have any at that moment. Did you check to see how much fat/calories was in the last thing you ate? No. If the last person you kissed gave you roses, what would you do? Blush and thank her. Anything happened lately that you never expected to? "Never?" No. Are you the person you thought you’d be when you were younger? I'm a massive disappointment and embarrassment to that little girl. Are you a confrontational person, or the peacekeeper? I am absolutely a peacekeeper. I avoid confrontation like the plague. The last time you did something with BOTH of your parents was? They've been divorced since I was I think 17 and I am now 25, so... Do you like pumpkin pie? Absolutely not. Do you believe in any conspiracies? I am 100% sold on that the government had some involvement in 9/11. Look into the evidence - there is an overwhelming amount. There are others that I consider as possible, but no others do I absolutely believe. I'm around 50/50 on the simulation theory. Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Yeah, Nicole. Have you ever changed yourself to impress someone? Who? Nah. Who was the last person you gave up on? Why did you give up on them? Colleen. We simply butted heads way too much, and she just had this volatile meanness towards others I couldn't watch anymore. What was the last thing you printed? Is there even ink in your printer? Probably a paper for when I was in school. I don't know if our printer does. Have you ever gotten your nails done? Or do you get them done regularly? Yeah, with Colleen and then another time with my sisters. It was really just to hang with them, though. It's not something I'm interested in. Have you been outside yet today? What were you doing? Nope. When was the last time you got a new bed? Is your bed comfy? Not since I was an older teen did I get Mom's bed, but it wasn't new. This was actually her parents' bed, too. Well I mean, the mattress obviously isn't that old, but the bed itself is pretty ancient. It's comfy enough. Do you remember the first time you ever drove a car? Who were you with? Yes: on the dead-end road that led to our old house. I was with Mom obviously and probably my sister, since I think I did it on the way home from school. Do any of your friends drink excess amounts of alcohol? Do you? Not to my knowledge. I definitely don't. Have you ever been in handcuffs? Why, exactly? Yes, because it's mandatory when being transported to a mental hospital. What’s your favorite thing to do when drunk? Would you do this sober? Never been drunk before. When was the last time you bled? What happened? Well it's my time of the month, so. Are you a fan of dogs? Do you have any pets? I love dogs, but don't currently have one as a pet. Mom's looking intently. How often do you bathe? I'm going to be completely transparent and say not as much as I should. Doing my hair is fine, but moving all around, bending and propping my legs up exhausts my legs so much that I avoid showers as long as I can take it or until I have to go somewhere. I want strength back in my body. So. Badly. Do you have any tattoos? What, where and why? I have six that I'm not all explaining, but locations: right upper arm, right inner wrist, left inner forearm, left upper arm, right collarbone, left breast. What do you wear to bed at home? Pajama pants and a tank top. What do you wear to bed when you're somewhere else? Pj pants, tank top, and usually a bra, depending on where I'm at and with who. Do you have any phobias? What? Why do you think you have this/them? I have a lot, but I'll discuss my strangest/strongest: pregnancy, maggots, parasites, and whale sharks. Pregnancy would be because a fetus is technically parasitic, and, to cover that topic, I'm just generally terrified of anything living in MY body. I also find it absolutely disgusting to see a baby move from the outside. I will actually scream if I see this, and that is not an exaggeration. I'm afraid of maggots (larva in general, really) because I think they're just disgusting, and I once brought something in from outside and put it in my dresser (idr why), and one day I opened it and reached in for something just to find lots of little larva squirming around. That's when it started. Now, whale sharks: it's literally because of World of Warcraft, hahaha. There's an underwater zone in the game where they roam as boss enemies, and their mouths look so weird and are actually a bit toothy. Irl, they just have mouths that are just way too big for my comfort. I know they're entirely harmless, but still. If you could ask God (to atheists - IF there was one) one question, what? "Why." Why so much evil, pain, and unfairness. Briefly describe your family. Kinda broken, but still loving and try to stay close. Big "ohana" mood: everyone's loyalty is endless. Where do you stand on the death penalty? For it in extreme cases. Where do you stand on wearing fur? Disgusting and horribly morbid unless for survival purposes in cold climates. Could you kill somebody? In self-defense, yes. What are your political beliefs (anarchy, communism, democracy etc.)? I just say I'm Independent. My beliefs stretch over so many titles; plus, I'm not very educated on all types and what they entail. What, if anything, WOULD you sacrifice your life for? To save those I love most. How would your ideal partner look? *shoves picture of Mark Fischbach in ur face* Would you ever have an affair? Nope. I'm telling you: pick me or leave me be. I'm not a side-chick. Would you ever have a one night stand? Also no. What one thing would you change in this world (free Tibet, abolish Sweden)? Honestly... probably abolish all militaries. I do not in the least support war, and it's just... sad to know countries stand ready to kill the moment they "need" to. Distrust seems to make the world go 'round. Sure, a country may try to rebuild them in secrecy, but that's a preeeetty big thing to succeed in keeping under wraps. "But what if a terrorist or something rises?" I'm quite sure we could handle that without an full-on army. Maybe I'm not well-informed on this topic, but I've just never supported military presence. I WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR AS DAY, I have endless respect for veterans and aspiring soldiers, because I DO understand the mentality of wanting to protect your home, but yeah. I just wish it wasn't a thing. Would you ever choose a career or job where your life was at risk? Nope. Do you have any famous relatives? Ancestors, yes, and I have a distant cousin who wrote a fantastic book, if that counts. Are you a loyal member of any organizations? No. Desired weight: At MOST 140. :/ I'd like to be closer to 120, but I'll take 140. What are your opinions on marijuana legalization? Legalize it, but treat it similarly to alcohol, like prohibiting driving high, obviously. What do you think about tipping at restaurants? Tip a minimum, and THEN increase according to service quality. Are you addicted to anything? Soda. Would you ever get back together with any of your exes? Yes. Never mind what gender you ARE, what gender do you WANT to be? I'm a female and content with that. Do you ever feel ashamed revealing your age? Yes, considering how behind I am in just being an adult. What does your parents call you? Generally just "Britt." Mom occasionally still calls me "Twinkie." ;-; Has anyone ever threatened you with a knife? Wow, no. Do you ever watch The Simpsons? No. What’s the last thing to make you scream? Truly scream, a mix of depression and anger. I screamed into my pillow. Do you play games with boys/girls, like ‘hard to get’? I'm an adult. I'm a tease in some romantic situations, but "hard to get" is definitely the wrong term.

[nightowlfandom]

Jungkook- Shameless Tease

REQUEST FROM PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE!! (Psstt I also write for anime too wink wink)

I like this request mostly because of the ‘uwu’ teehee. So lemme say I have an older brother so this is super awkward, so i’m sorry if this this doesn’t seem as good because I actually despise all of my brothers friends, but I won’t let that affect my writing i promise..

11- Do you not know what the word ‘mine’ means

21- Can’t you see that I...I..forget it

23- It was foolish of me to ever think you could want a relationship with me...forget it

32- Shhh, wouldn’t want the boys to hear us now would we?

70- You want me to name all the reason I love you? We’d be here forever.

Leggo!

Y/B/N= Your brothers name obviously.

... 

You were excited! Your older brother was coming back from university! Six months without your hero there with you.

You had made all his favorite snacks and all his favorite foods. Your mom had told you to send her love from her. (She was on a business trip in Italy.)

“Hello!!!? Anybody home?!” You heard from the kitchen.

“Y/B/N!!” You yelled. You ran into the living room and now saw your big brother who now had dyed red hair and an eyebrow piercing. You ran into your brothers arms only to be lifted up and spun around.

“Is it me or did you get taller? You aren’t the same short geek I remember.” he joked.

“Stop it!” you poked his shoulder. “I missed you bro.” you hugged him again.

“I missed you too kiddo.”he chuckled.

“I’m not that younger than you!” you whined. 

‘I’m a senior in college, I automatically have the right to call you a child no matter how old you are.”

“Whatever.” you waved him off. 

“Wow, talk about a reunion.” another voice had interrupted you. “Hey Y/N.” 

You felt your face heat up violently, you could only hope Jungkook didn’t see it. He smirked as he threw Y/B/N’s suitcase down along with a duffel bag which you assumed was his. 

“Hm, you’re not the same cute little kid I met all those years ago.” he smirked.

“Uh..Hi J-jungkook.” you said shyly. You may or may not have had a crush on Jungkook since you graduated high school. You weren’t sure if he knew or not but you weren’t subtle about it either.

“Hope you don’t mind, kid. Jungkook is crashing here.”

“No, it’s fine.” you assured. “I guess.” you looked down.

“Something smells great.” your brother broke the tension which made you smile.

“Yeah! I made a lot of food!” you smiled, getting a little happy.

“Please tell me there’s spicy noodles involved.” he mumbled.

“Of course! It’s our thing!”

You and your brother had an obsession with trying different types of noodles, so when you found a recipe for super spicy noodles, you knew it would be perfect.

“I’m gonna go get the rest of my shit out the car, I have loads of stories to tell you kid.” your brother messed up your hair hair with his hand before bolting out the house. You were now left alone with Jungkook.

“You really did grow up.” he chuckled, which made you almost choke on...well oxygen. “You’re not that cute little kid anymore.”

“Y-yeah...I’ve blossomed!” you shrugged. Jungkook raised an eyebrow, looking slightly amused. “That sounded wrong!” you suddenly corrected yourself. “I didn’t mean it that way.” Great now you sounded like you were talking about lady bits

Jungkook chuckled at your attempts to try and fix what you said. You were so cute trying to cover up your words. He thought you little crush on his was adorable and frankly, it only made him want to protect you more from other shitheads. He even had a mind to say he liked you himself, only your brother would kill him on the spot.

...

Later on, you were clutching your sides when your brother had told you his other friend, Baekhyun had did a streak across the college campus.

“He didn’t get expelled?!?!” you asked in disbelief, trying to contain yourself.

“No! He didn’t even get caught!”

“No wa-” you were cut off by the door bell ringing. “...I wasn’t expecting anyone else.”

“That would be me. Hope you don’t mind kid, I invited some friends.” you bro nudged you. “I know you wanted to spend some time with me today but they insisted we hang out.”

“It’s okay.” you shook your head. “We still got a whole lot of time together.”

Jungkook got the door and two model-esque girls strode in.

“Y/B/N is this her?!?!” A girl in a rose pink skirt and white shirt. “She’s so adorable!” she ran over. “I’m Vera! Your brother had told me so many amazing things about you.”

“Hi Vera!” You were shocked. “My brother didn’t tell me he had a girlfriend.” you looked at your brother who was blushing deeply. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’ve been waiting to meet you for so long, I wanted to get you a gift but this one over here-” she pointed to the girl standing by the door. “She was way too impatient so..I’ll just have to take you shopping! My treat!” she gave you a hug, which took you by surprise.

“I like her.” you mouthed to your bro who mouthed back. “I like her too.”

You saw Jungkook walk over to the other girl who looked less than happy to be there. She begrudgingly walked over and crossed her arms. You were about to sit back down when she had made a beeline for your seat. 

“...Oh..I’m sorry were you sitting here?” she raised an eyebrow looking up.

“Lina, you saw Y/N about to sit there.” Jungkook sent a glance towards the girl.

“Oh, don’t worry...I can sit somewhere else.” you shook your head.

“The it’s settled! So..you’re Y/B/N’s kid sister?” she looked you up and down.

“I wouldn’t say I’m a kid, but yeah...I am his sister.” you looked down at your toes. “Lina was it?” you remembered Jungkook had said her name. “I’m Y/N...nice to meet you.” you trailed off.

“Hm, Jungkook was right. You are weirdly adorable in a geeky type of way.” 

Jungkook called you adorable...woah. “Really?” you asked taken aback.

“Yeah, he also said that he spends a lot of time around you.”

“Oh don’t worry about me.” you shook your head. “No really you shouldn’t.”

“Yeah don’t worry Lina, Y/N here is practically harmless.” Jungkook began. “Nothing more than a shameless schoolgirl crush, she can’t help that she’s like my biggest fan.” Jungkook pat the top of your head.

“What?” you said, your jaw and heart dropping.

“Yeah, she can’t stop thinking about me.” he laughed, which made your heart sink even more. “It’s cute how she thinks I don’t notice.”

“Lhm...well she’s sure not gonna get your attention dressing like a 4th grader.” she chuckled, crossing her arms. “I don’t think Jungkook likes girls who wear Attack On Titan T-shirts and who still use bendy straws.”

“Lina that’s enough.” your brother warned. “Vera convinced me to let you tag along but that doesn’t mean i can’t kick you out.”

Silence...that’s all that rang throughout the room.

You looked at your brother, your hands shaking. You stared at Jungkook, betrayed evident in your eyes.

“Um...Y/B/N...I’m kinda tired...I think I’m gonna turn in early.” you looked down at your toes. Who cared that it wasn’t even dark out yet, you just had to get out of there.

“Hey, Y/N I was only kidd-” Jungkook held out his hands but before he could say anything else, you had run off up the stairs. You ran into your room and slammed the door, sliding down the door. You buried your head in your hands and cried silently.

How embarrassing, How humiliating, how...ugh

...

It was now midnight and you hadn’t left your room, instead you opted for crying into your teddy bear and watching anime. You felt embarrassed, humiliated, another word to describe how you never wanted to show your face towards Jungkook again.

There was a quiet knock on your door, and instead of pretending to be asleep, you figured you’d open it. Maybe it was your brother.

You didn’t expect to see Jungkook standing in front of you,

“Nice pajamas.” he chuckled. Jungkook wore low hanging sweats and no shirt, It was sort of hard not to stare.

You looked down at your pink shorts with bunnies all over them and black tank top with another bunny on the front holding a cupcake. You thought it was pretty cute. Jungkook was chuckling.

“What do you want?” you crossed your arms, hugging your teddy bear plushie closer to your chest. 

“Can I come in? I don’t feel like standing in the hall.” 

You hesitated but eventually let him walk into your bedroom and close the door. You walked over and sat on your bed, Jungkook following in pursuit. 

“I came to apologize for making fun of you earlier.” he sighed. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

“Whatever.” you said coldly. “Is that all?” You were genuinely hurt by what he said, especially after that stupid bitch of a ‘girlfriend’ of his disrespected you in your own house. If it weren’t for your brother stepping in and telling her to know her place, you probably would have been ridiculed more.

“Y/N...” he sighed. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“Do you?!?!” you stood up. “Oh I’m just Y/B/N’s nerdy little sister, I’m just your little follower, your little fan. Don’t mind me!” you shot, fighting back the tears threatening to fall. “How dare you look at me and think I wasn’t going to be upset by what you said!”you hugged your plushie tighter, almost wanting to cry and scream at him to get out.  “Get out...” you said.

“What?” he looked taken aback.

“You fucking heard me.” you snapped. “Get out of my way, Get Out Of My Room, GET OUT OF MY LIFE YOU-” you almost screamed.

You were cut off by Jungkook kissing you. Not a peck on the forehead or the cheek. He had held both your cheeks in his hands and slowly moved his lips against yours, causing your eyes to widen in shock. You knew part of the reason was to stop you from screaming even louder, but still.

“You’re so innocent Y/N...” he chuckled, almost pulling away from you. 

“...and that’s exactly the issue.” you spat, turning away from him. “Y/N the innocent little child-like emotional little sister that you love to tease and make fun of. I’m not that younger than you Jungkook!” you crossed your arms. “I’m not gonna be your little teasing monkey anymore either.” No matter how much you wanted him to kiss you again...

It was foolish of you to think that Jungkook could ever want a relationship with you...”Forget it.” You finally said. “Just go-”

“Are you going to let me have a chance to talk now?” he raised an eyebrow at you. “Before Lina cut me off, I was gonna say something else.” he sighed.

“huh?” 

“I was going to say after I said that it was cute how you think I don’t notice, that it was also cute how you don’t know that I have some feelings of my own.” he chuckled.

“I’m sorry what?” you raised an eyebrow. “I’m confused.”

“Hm...then how about this. Do you not know what the word ‘mine” means?” he asked, smirking down at you. “Can’t you see that I...Hm..Forget it. I’ll show you instead of telling you.” He smirked again.

Jungkook leaned down and kissed you again, this time causing you to drop your teddy bear. Jungkook gently caressed your cheeks. He didn’t want fo force, or scare you. He had already kind of hurt your feelings earlier and didn’t want to risk anything. He had told your brother he was interested in you, which garnered multiple threats from your older sibling.

“If you hurt her I swear to god I’m gonna slam your head into the side of a fucking mountain then drop your body into shark infested waters, bro. Don’t fucking play with her feelings or you’ll regret it. We’re cool and all but I swear-.”

His exact words.

His fears were put aside when you had rested your palms over his hands. You had realized you needed to breathe and had yanked yourself away, inhaling sharply. Your first kiss with Jungkook wasn’t exactly how you imagined, actually you never really imagined a kiss with Jungkook...Until now!

“Hm, Breathe. Y/N...” he chuckled. He leaned down and kissed your against, this time wrapping his arms around your waist. Shyly, you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were hoisted off the ground and carried to your bed. Jungkook threw you on the bed and crawled over you. Your eyes studied his shirtless body. His body was incredible.

 “I know you didn’t picture our first time in the middle of the night in your bedroom, but I can’t wait anymore...can you?.”

Fuck no, you’d been waiting for this forever. As long as no one walked in, you didn’t care.

“I don’t have a condom yet...so we can’t do much.” he kissed you again, which made you smile shyly. Such a gentleman. “Plus your my best friend’s little sister, I want to take you somewhere special before we worry about doing that.” he trailed his fingers down your spine. “But I also want to make you feel good Y/N.” he bit his lip. 

“U-uh...I’ve never really...done anything with another guy before...mostly by myself if I’m honest.”

You stopped yourself from speaking...you just confessed to masturbating to possibly the love of your life...real smooth Y/N.

Jungkook look surprised. “Damn...I didn’t know you were such a wild girl.” he chuckled. “Do I have permission to go further?” he asked, his face becoming serious. “I need a verbal answer.”

“Y-yes.” you trailed off. Jungkook hovered over you. Even in the dark you could see and admire his pale face. You had no time to register Jungkook pulling at the hem of your cute bunny shorts, taking your panties with them, which surprisingly had no bunnies on them. Well at least to his surprise. He didn’t coin you as the type to wear thongs at all but it was a pleasant surprise.

You squeezed your thighs together, trying to stop the weird feeling from building up even more, even thought it was futile. Jungkook would make sure you were a panting mess. 

Teasingly, Jungkook brushed your slit. The pads of his fingers pressing down on your clit. The sudden feeling caused you to squeak out loud, making Jungkook laugh.

“Shh, wouldn’t want anyone to hear us now would we?” he cooed, pecking your lips again. “I wonder how you would react if...” he began rubbing your clitt faster, pressing down harder on the sensitive nub. “Listen to that sound.” he bit his lip, mentioning to squelching water sound that arose from you getting more and more turned on by the minute. “It’s so messy and wet down there Y/N.” he teased. “I love making you feel this way.” he expressed. “I love that face you make.” he mumbled again. “I love that you’re all mine, and no one else can steal you away from me.” he said, speeding up his fingers even more. “I would name all the other things I love about you...but we’d be here until the end of time, Y/N.”

Your arms, wrap around his neck kept you two close together. Despite it being cold in your room, you both were sweaty and trying to stay quiet. Mainly you. Jungkook grew impatient, he loved making you squirm and mewl for him, but he wanted to hear you say his name, moan his name, release for him.

Jungkook flipped you on your back, hovering over you again. With a silent laugh and a wink, he crawled down to where he was at eye level with your heat. 

“Keep quiet Y/N.” he kissed up your slit. “Though I’m sure it’ll be hard.” he delved his tongue between your folds. “Hm, as a matter of fact...maybe I’ll enjoy this more than you do.” His lips stuck to your clit, making an exaggerated sucking sound that caused your back to arch (also quite exaggeratedly). 

Jungkook held your thighs down, stopping you from moving around too much. You could only hyperventilate as his tongue lashed at your flesh. You knew if you made one loud sound, you’d be in trouble. 

It felt like a ton of bricks, crashing down on you. Jungkook muffled his moans of gratitude, mostly with groans and praise through kissing up the length of your body. 

“...You have to go back into the living room. If Y/B/N sees you in here-” you began to say

“I don’t care...I want you to be the first person I see when we wake up. Even if i have to sneak out.” he held you closer to him. “...and I’m taking you out tomorrow.” he mumbled, burying his head into your neck. You couldn’t answer because you had already felt yourself dozing off. “I don’t care fi your brother kicks my ass.”

You couldn’t want...for the date that is...

(This is very different than how I usually write, but I really wanted to capture the idea that Jungkook still cares about and respects you even as your bro’s little sis and wouldn’t do anything that could cause discomfort or scares despite being his flirty self. Bro I swear writing sex scenes makes me cringe into myself lol, but I do it for you guys.)

[pandoraborn]

Aegrescit Medendo Chapter 4

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There’s a fire burning, raging through him. He can’t move, trapped still, in some empty darkness. He can hear voices, and just beyond the flames, he can make out two silhouettes. He’s never seen them before in this hellscape, but he already knows who they are. They’re trying to whisper something to him, but he can’t make out their voices above the crackling fire, nor can he make out any distinct figure. He’s trying-- he’s trying! All he can do is stand in place, choking on the flames. Is the fire raging all around him or has he ignited the intial spark, and is burning alive from the inside out? Marvin doesn’t know, and it doesn’t matter. It’s a choking, burning torture that leaves him open mouthed and screaming in agony.

Through it all, he can only vividly make out one visual: a pair of green eyes, seen just beyond the darkness. Glowing, almost, and focused entirely on him. Marvin has the feeling that no matter where he hides, those same green eyes are always going to be staring at him.

He’s awake, twisted in his blanket. Even though he’s too warm with his body screaming at him to de-tangle himself, Marvin’s shivering. He’s had that dream almost every night for several weeks straight, and it’s reaching a point where he’s feverish, trying to figure out what meaning his mind is trying to thrust at him. It’s not just the obsession he’s stuck with, there’s an uneasiness that comes with the end of this nightmare each time.

There’s someone, or some thing, watching him.

Marvin forces himself to relax. He can’t stop trembling, but he can try to release the tension in his muscles long enough to pull himself free from his bed. The air is chill, goosebumps immediately covering his arms. He makes no attempt to hug himself as he stares into a particularly dark corner of his room. He’s sure he can almost make out two faint green dots, but with a flipped light switch, there’s nothing to be seen, just his mind playing tricks on him.

The unease only grows from here. It’s different tonight, there’s something clearly off. The dream had never been so vivid before that he could make out his parents, and he can’t shake those green eyes. He’s sure he’s being watched, but even a glance out his window reveals nothing. With teeth chattering, Marvin starts inspecting his room. He could chalk it up to Jackie sleepwalking into his room again, but that doesn’t feel like the case. There’s an aura here, definitely. He knows someone was in his room.

It’s going to drive him crazy, because no matter how many times he shuffles things out of place, he’s not going to find anything It’s probably best if he leaves the stifling aura behind, let his room ‘air out’ so to speak. Grabbing his phone, he steps out into the hallway. Closing the door behind him, Marvin feels an instant sense of relief. That feeling is already fading, though now he’s too awake to walk back in and face that dread all over again.

He checks the time - it’s only four in the morning. He’d be okay with being awake at this time normally, but he’s still uneasy, finding some company sounds better than trying to shake off a ghost.

Instinctively, he heads for Chase’s room. If there’s one person he can count on to help him feel better, it’s Chase. He’s barely able to grab the handle when he hears a yell, a series of thumps, and the sound of glass shattering. Marvin jerks back from the door, staring, as if he could see through it, but the sounds didn’t come from Chase’s room.

They came from Jackie’s.

Jackie’s door is flung open, and he comes barreling out just seconds later. He’s still in his pajamas, though now with a mask on his face. His fists are up, and his eyes are glowing bright blue, focused on his room. Marvin’s heart his thumping, and his own fists come up, green magic encasing his hands as he braces himself for a fight.

“Jackie?” Marvin presses, stealing a glance toward the hero. “What’s wrong?”

“There was someone in my room,” Jackie snarls. “I woke up to some asshole leaning over me.” Jackie is still not looking toward Marvin, he’s now walking back toward his room. “How the fuck did someone get in, Marvin? You have the place warded.”

“Are...are you sure it was someone? You weren’t dreaming?” Marvin isn’t sure why he’s so skeptical of Jackie’s claim, he himself had left his own room because of an uneasy aura. It’s the possibility, he tells himself, that they’re really being stalked.

“Positive,” Jackie says shortly. “There was someone there, leaning over my bed when I woke up. I swear that person was glowing.” He finally looks sideways at Marvin, jerking his head toward the room. Marvin knows what Jackie’s insinuating. If this is a work of magic, since clearly, this stranger is able to get past his wards, then Marvin needs to take the lead this time, not Jackie.

“Alright.” Marvin lets out a sigh as he steps closer. He can feel that aura again, this time far stronger than the one in his room. It’s as if someone had dumped ice cold water on him, because he’s shivering again, unable to move anywhere. He can’t enter the room, nor can he find the strength to back out of it. It’s overwhelming, and suffocating.

To ground himself, he clutches the frame, reminding himself that it’s just an aura, it can’t physically do anything to him. Marvin is sure it’s terror, over any actual threat. “Jackie,” he says, looking over his shoulder. “Get the others up. Make sure no one’s lingering in their rooms.”

“You think-”

“Someone’s been here,” Marvin says, finally confirming Jackie’s fear. “They were in my room too.” He pushes himself into Jackie’s room, flipping on the light so he can look around. Jackie’s nightstand is turned over, and his window is broken. What baffles him over anything is the shattered glass is on the inside, rather than outward. With a deep breath, he crouches down and picks up a glass shard with his magic, careful not to touch it with his fingers.

There’s nothing particular interesting about the shards, there’s no magic he can detect. Perhaps the glass just shattered at random, with a few shards having fallen inward by chance. He pokes his head out the window and looks down at the yard below, where the majority of the glass can be seen reflecting the moonlight.

“What’s going on?” Chase’s voice has Marvin jerking back inside, whirling around to face Chase. He’d nearly forgotten about the others being there, and he almost feels guilty, as if he’d been doing something suspicious. Jackie’s not standing in the hallway, which tells Marvin he either went to Henrik’s room or downstairs. It’s just Marvin and Chase, now.

“We have, or rather, had, an intruder,” Marvin explains. “He was in both mine and Jackie’s rooms. Jumped out the window, it seems.” He waves his hand toward the shards on the carpet. “You didn’t feel anything off, did you? Like some weird aura?”

“I can’t sense auras the way you can,” Chase says. “If there was someone in my room, you’d be able to tell, wouldn’t you?” He bites at his bottom lip with that statement. “But then if that’s the case, how would-”

“That’s what I wanna know,” Marvin interrupts. “I don’t know how someone was able to get past my wards. The aura I felt kinda matches with what Jackie told me, too.” He crouches back down, now carefully picking up all the shards inside, letting them swirl around in a lazy circle. He doesn’t want to touch them at all, but he’s willing to see if there’s any hidden magic that he could detect.

“Marv, it’s too fucking early for you to be cryptic or mysterious. Can’t you just talk normally?” Chase yawns, stretching his hands above his head. “All I’m really getting is you guys think our guy has some sorta magic. Do you want me to get you a bag?”

Marvin sighs. “Yeah. There’s something else I haven’t told you guys though.” He turns around to face Chase, gaze dropping to the floor.

“Uh, I don’t like...Marvin what the fuck are you not saying this time?” Chase is crouching down too, making himself eye level with Marvin. “I might be half awake, but I’m still here.”

“The issue isn’t just that we have an intruder,” Marvin mumbles, letting the glass fall back to the carpet. “The issue is, I think I know this person.”

“What do you mean, you think you know this person?” Chase is frowning, eyes narrowing in a sudden suspicion. He’s radiating concern, and Marvin’s only flinching away.

“I’ve been having the same dream every night for over a month.” Marvin takes in a deep breath. “And every night, I just see a pair of glowing green eyes.”

“Okay, why haven’t you told any of us this before?” Chase asks. “Henrik can help you if you’re having trouble sleeping or getting back to sleep.”

“That’s not the point,” Marvin says. “I don’t think it’s a dream.” He shakes his head. “Nevermind, I’m not making any sense, you can go back to bed.” He stands up, turning to leave the room. He wants to gather up the glass in a bag so he can study it more closely.

“No no, you don’t get to drop that on me and walk away,” Chase argues. “What are you talking about?” Chase is standing upright too, grabbing Marvin’s arm. “Talk to me, bro.”

With another sigh, Marvin turns around. The aura he felt earlier is already fading, leaving him feeling tired. “Chase, I think someone’s been actively watching me for over a month. This is just the first time he was inside.” He pulls his arm away from Chase, not wanting to talk anymore. “So yeah, surprise. I’m being stalked by someone else who has magic.”

With that bombshell, he leaves the room.

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When All is Said and Done

So...this is not the Irondad story I promised you. This is my 4.5th Tony vs. Migraine fic, this time featuring Bruce as caretaker. My only excuse is that plotting the other fic is making my brain cells tired and I needed some wwp (whump without plot) and Science Bros fluff to compensate.

Hope you enjoy it nevertheless.

Major thanks to @whumphoarder and @twentyghosts for beta reading ❤

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“How bad is it?” Bruce asks the moment the front door shuts behind the last of their guests.

“Huh?” Tony is leaning casually against the wall, trying not to squint too hard against the bright entry lights. He lightly massages the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.

“The headache you think you’ve been hiding so well from everyone tonight. How bad is it?”

Tony lets his hand drop down in surprise. “It’s nothing. I’m just peachy, worrywart.”

Bruce snorts. Then he reaches across the entryway and dials the light down a few notches. Tony inwardly sighs from relief. 

“Let’s go to bed early, yeah?” Bruce suggests softly. “I know you’re just peachy, but I for one am tired. Clint’s wilderness survival stories almost put me to sleep on the sofa. I’m gonna clean up the kitchen and then turn in. ”

Tony has a bunch of bots and probably the highest paid cleaning staff in the whole of New York to take care of the mess left behind by the ever-hungry Avengers. But he knows Bruce is uncomfortable with anyone working for him, so he doesn’t protest, just follows the other man into the kitchen and tries his best to help with putting away the leftovers. 

However, the aura obscuring his left field of vision and the slightly blurred quality of the world don’t really make things easier. When he drops a knife onto the ground next to the drawer for the second time in a row and barely misses his own toe, Bruce finally intervenes. “Okay, that’s it. Bed, now.”

“I’m good. Stop mother-henning me,” Tony bites back a groan when he bends down to pick up the cutlery and the pressure in his head compounds. He has to stabilise himself against the cupboard and take a deep breath before he can get upright again.

“Tony.” 

That’s the tone that gets him, always. The one that tells him Bruce can see right through his facade and openly wonders why Tony is even still making an effort to keep it up. 

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” he concedes. “But don’t come at me later that I’m not doing my fair share of housework.”

Bruce shuts him up with a warm look. “As if I would ever.” 

Tony lets himself be led into the bedroom and groans when he sinks down into the mattress. He feels actually dizzy now, which only increases the nausea building in his stomach. Bruce helps him change from jeans into sweatpants and removes his dress shirt, then gently pushes him into a horizontal position. 

Lying down doesn’t really do anything for the pain in Tony’s head, but at least he can bury his face in one of the pillows and shut out whatever light is left in the room.

Bruce goes back to finish the cleaning and then disappears into the bathroom for a while before joining Tony in bed. He starts circling his fingers through Tony’s hair, lightly massaging his scalp. Tony remembers how weirdly intimate this felt the first time he did it, when he told Bruce that painkillers don’t work for his migraines and the other man offered to try out a different method. Now it’s become a familiar routine, a thing they’ve done a hundred times over the years.

Tony tries to switch off his brain and concentrate on just lying still and relaxing under Bruce’s touch, but he’s kind of terrible at it. It’s hard, so hard, because even now there’s a million ideas buzzing in his head, a never-ending list of projects and potentially world-improving programmes, intermingled with upgrades for Dum-E and Veronica and his armour and inspirations for what to get Bruce for their anniversary. 

The longer Tony is lying down, the more unsettled he gets. He’s not actually that sick; after all, he’s worked through so much more than a stupid migraine. Annoyance at himself bubbles up in his chest, for being unproductive, for wasting time in bed like this. 

Bruce seems to catch on to this. He turns over and rubs his fingers along the line of Tony’s forehead. “What’s up? I can feel you thinking. It’s like an electric hum.”

“Don’t want to be useless,” Tony scoffs. “I hate being useless.” 

“Tony, you’re never useless to me.”

“Hmpff.”

“Okay, fine. Without your headache we would still be sitting on the porch with the others and I would be pretending to have fun playing stupid card games while secretly just wanting to be alone with my books. So, personally, I am pretty happy about the timing of your migraine.”

“Not convincing,” Tony grumbles, but he has to smile. Then his sluggish brain catches on to the implications. “Wait, you’re saying that’s why everyone left early? So Steve didn’t actually have to repair his washing machine?” 

“I doubt he even knows how to do that,” Bruce admits with a smile.

“And Natasha’s date -”

“Shh,” Bruce shushes him with a finger to his lips. 

“Idiots, all of you,” Tony mumbles, but there’s a sugary warm feeling surging in his chest that makes the insult sound almost endearing.

He drifts a bit after that, the thoughts not gone, but muted. His head is throbbing in time with every heartbeat, like his brain is too big for his skull and trying to come out. He’s far from comfortable, but his situation could definitely be worse than lying in bed and feeling Buce’s big spoon body heat behind him. 

Bruce’s breaths even out after a while and it’s almost peaceful, but then Tony’s stomach decides that digestion is too much to handle for it right now and attempts to creep up his throat. He tries for deep and even breaths, but soon enough every one of them starts to feel like it might bring something else with it. 

“Aw, shit,” he murmurs when he can taste the remnants of pizza at the back of his throat, then pushes himself up and tumbles out of bed. The headrush that hits has him almost stagger into the wall. 

He makes it to the toilet and clumsily lifts the seat up in the dark before coughing miserably into the bowl, but nothing comes up. His throat is tight with nausea and he gags again, and retches drily. It’s still unproductive, but this doesn’t mean it’s not hurting like a bitch.

Tony can’t stop a quiet whimper from escaping his mouth. Fucking pathetic. He gags again emptily and then presses his forehead against the cool toilet seat, hoping someone will come and simply knock him out. 

He absentmindedly and quite self-pityingly wonders what he did to the universe to deserve this, then scolds himself for the thought. Once, around four in the morning after a long night in the workshop, a very sleepy Bruce had told him that growing up with an abusive parent made you feel like you’d eventually have to pay for every good thing that happened to you, that happiness comes with a price tag, until one day you just start trying not to feel too happy at all for fear of punishment. 

Tony, who firmly believes that every problem can be solved if one is just clever enough, was horrified at the idea. Since then, he’s tried his best to convince Bruce that he does, in fact, deserve unconditional love and happiness, that pain is something that happens despite, not because of, feeling good, and has showered him with as much affection as humanly possible. 

Thinking that he deserves this migraine is stupid, Tony knows that. Although it might almost make him feel better if he knew that there was a reason why his brain is currently on the verge of blowing up.

“Oh, Tony...” He doesn’t know how much time has passed, but suddenly Bruce is there, resting a hand on his back, all warmth and reassurance. How does a person do this -become such a source of calmness in all the daily stress and pain? “I’m sorry that you’re feeling so bad.”

“I’m okay,” Tony croaks, “‘s just a stupid migraine, I’ll be fine. I'm always fine.”

“Mm-hmm," Bruce says wryly. “I know that. But I also know it hurts now, even if it'll pass eventually."

“Just go back to sleep. I know you're tired.”

“This is such a nice bathroom, though,” Bruce says with a shrug. “Really, I've spent nights in much worse places.”

“Yeah, but- ugh.” Saliva floods Tony’s mouth and then he has to lean forward and heave the few bites of dinner he'd managed to get down earlier back into the toilet bowl, every retch making his head throb viciously. Bruce’s hand is calmly rubbing up and down his back and Tony tries to concentrate on that instead of the disgusting taste in his mouth and the smell that makes him want to throw up again.

Bruce has to help him back to bed eventually because his sense of balance is shot, as is his sense of distances and his sense of, well, anything. Tony hates this most about migraines, the slightly surreal feeling as if the world is constantly slipping from his grip and he’s missing all the important details. It’s even worse than the pain and nausea, because the lack of brainpower makes him feel vulnerable, and, worse, unable to protect those he cares about. Although Bruce arguably isn’t exactly in need of protection, at least not of the physical kind. 

“Brucie?” he mumbles through the pillow and the peppermint drop in his mouth that’s supposed to ease the nausea. 

“Hmm?”

“Do you think the Hulk likes it here?”

“Considering that you built him his own playground to smash, I think he’s pretty content to live in the tower.” Tony can practically hear the frown in Bruce’s tone, but his voice stays soft as he replies. “Why do you ask?”

“Just like this?” 

Bruce hums knowingly and pulls Tony closer towards him.

Once, when Tony was sick with the flu and the fever dreams were messing with him so badly that he couldn’t quite differentiate between reality and nightmares anymore, he thought about telling Bruce how growing up with parents that were never really there and then suddenly dead makes you feel like everyone you ever get close to is going to leave eventually, and that maybe letting people close is not worth the pain of losing them. 

In the end, he didn’t say anything. But miraculously, Bruce was still there when Tony’s fever finally broke, as he was after the next bout of flu, Tony’s heart surgery, and dozens of migraines in between. And now, years later, even Tony’s subconsciousness is finally almost convinced that if Tony gives in to sleep now, Bruce will still be there when he wakes up.

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Demon Lover

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It was early evening when the sky was turning dark, slowly he opened up his tired eyes looking up at the ceiling. He slowly started to sit up as he pulled the cover off of his naked body only to see two naked women lying on his bed. He groaned as he looked away from the women then he started to walk into his bathroom tuning on the light. He looks at himself in the mirror as he started to wash his face. “God damn it.” Seth said to himself as he grabbed the towel patting his face dry.

He walked out of his bathroom seeing the women had already woken up with a smile on there face. “Alright ladies out I don’t need you anymore.” They both look at each other then got there clothes, both walk right out of his bedroom with mean looks on there face. One of the girls open the door only to see him. “Hello Finn.” They both said in sync while walking past him. Finn smiled as he nodded his head then he look at Seth who was already dress. “So I think you had fun last night?” Seth scoffed as he sat down on his bed, “AAhh… I don’t care I fuck who ever I want, when ever I want it don’t matter anymore. In just a few weeks I’m going to marry the princess of our father’s enemy Becky.” He said looking down. 

Finn laugh as he sat next to Seth patting his back. “Hey little bro look at it this way it’ll be worth it.” Seth rolled his eyes as he looks over at Finn. “Ok golden boy what do you have in mind. I know you too well.” Finn laugh as he clap his hands together getting up from the bed. “I have a date with an angel.” Seth chuckled as he got up. Both men walk out of Seth’s bedroom then into the kitchen as they both saw all the there family walking around. “Father is here Seth you know what to do.” Seth rolled his eyes as he bow, “You still fall for that don’t you boy?” The devil himself said. Seth look over to see Finn laughing making Seth punching Finn on his arm. 

“Now Seth I know you feel like what I’m doing is wrong but… understand it’s only for what I like to call ‘piece’ for us, if you marry Becky.” Seth nodded his head as he looked down to the floor. “Yeah father I get it, I even bet Mother wanted this as well I mean you know she was human after all.” Finn shook his head as he close his eyes for a moment. “Son that was a choice I made but, for you I’m doing what is best.” Seth turn as both father and son walk away leaving Finn alone. “Time for me to find that angel.” Finn said to himself.

In the middle of the day Seth was sitting in the back of his coffee shop as he looked down at his paperwork a knock on his door made him look up to see Becky standing there with a smile on her face. “Hello lover boy.” She said as she walked right in Seth putting on his fake smile seeing her. “Hey babe how are ya?” He said as he got up to give her a hug. “Oh I'm fine babe just happy to see ya. Oh did you ya hear what’s going around right now?” Seth shook his head as he looks at her. “There is an angel walking on earth right now and from the looks of it, seems like both heaven and us hell is looking for her.” Seth look at Becky confuse at the word ‘her’. “What you mean ‘her’ how does anyone know it’s a woman, what if it’s a man?” Becky laugh as she put her arms around Seth. “The only angel we know is Kenny and he has only one wing. You can thank your brother for that one.” They both laugh as they remember what happened that night.

“So yeah Bec how’s life at home? I know it must suck.” She laughed as she looked at him with a smile. “No not really honey, I just can’t wait for us to get married I'm super excited about it that’s all I can think about right now.” She said laughing, Seth smile only because Becky was happy, but deep down inside Seth was not. “So yeah I’m going to head out because my mom is waiting for me so I’ll see you around honey.” Becky said as she kiss Seth on the lips. Seth kissing her back just so he doesn't make it seem like it was fake. Becky walked out of his office with a smile. Seth sat down as he looked down at his paperwork his eyes turning red like blood as he stared at his desk. “I hate me life.” He look up as he started to think about what to do with himself.

The night has fallen everyone was home all but Finn, but it didn’t bother them too much because they know how he gets. “So Seth how was work my son?” He nodded as he started to drink down his beer. “It was fine Becky came over we were talking about the wedding and stuff like that father you now.” Seth said as he way him off about the topic. “Aahh… I see well I’m glad you're enjoying this as much as I am son.” Seth nodded as he looks down. “Oh yeah father I need to ask you about something. Something Becky told me about…” Right before he could finish Finn walks in on them both. 

“Hello father sorry I'm late I was just enjoying the night walk.” There father look up at Finn, “I’m sure you was enjoying a late night stroll.” Seth laughed a little as Finn looks down at him. “Alright the both of you well Seth what was the question you was going to ask me?” Seth shook his head as he look down. “Nothing dad I’ll ask about it later on for now I just want to lie down.” Seth said as he got up and walked up to his room. “What’s wrong with him?” Finn said sitting down. “You know what it is my son, the wedding, it’s making him upset.” Finn nodded his head.

The next morning Seth was at his coffee shop making sure things run smoothly making sure the customers were getting the better deal for drinking better coffee even selling fresh pastries as well. The shop wasn’t so busy due to the pouring rain, so Seth sat by the window looking outside. Then he hears the door open to the shop not really caring about who it was he just keep his eyes out the window. After a few minutes he turned his head  just to see you. You sat at the end of the corner away from people, because you really didn’t want to talk to anyone. Seth looked around to see no one was looking so he got up and walked over to where you were sitting at. 

“Hello there beautiful.” He said sitting next to you. “Hello?” You said rising your eyebrow at him. “I’ve never seen you around new?” You nodded your head as you look at him. “Yeah me and my family, we just moved in it’s very nice I guess.” you said with a small smile. Seth had a big smile on his face as he keep on admiring the smile on your face. “Oh yeah I never got your name, I’m seth I own this shop, what’s yours?” You smile at him as you extend your hand. “I’m Y/n nice to meet you Seth.” He took your hand and gave you a little kiss you felt your cheeks burn up a little as you look down. “So are you gonna stop by later on Y/n?” You giggle a little as you look out the window to see him. “Oh no.” You said Seth look at you, “What’s wrong?” 

“There you are Y/n how did you slip past me, you know better than that.” You sigh as you introduce Seth to your so called bodyguard. “Seth this is Xavier, dude this is Seth he owns this coffee shop.” Xavier had a big smile on his face as he took Seth’s hand and shakes it. “Hey there Seth nice to meet ya.” Seth move his hand away with a funny look on his face. “Yeah nice to meet ya as well there buddy.” Xavier smile as he look at you. “Hey he called me buddy can you believe it.” You slammed your hand on the table. “For crying out loud Xavier can I please for once in my life can you please stop following me!” You yelled at him. Seth took your hand as he turn your face making you look at him. “Hey calm down sweetheart, I don’t wanna see you get mad.” You look at Seth with a small smile on your face. “I’m sorry it’s just that my whole life…” Xavier cut you off. “I’ve been her guarding angel and it’s my job to keep her safe from evil people like you.” 

You got up from your sit grabbing your things. “I’m so sorry Seth maybe next time when I’m alone, then we can talk.” You keep your eyes on him because he was so handsome for a man who looks so mysterious. Seth stood up with a smile on his face. “See you soon I hope.” Seth had some hope in his voice. “Yeah soon.” You started walking towards the door opening and exited the shop. 

“Yeah about that Rollins.” Xavier’s eyes glowed a gold color making him know who he is. “As her guardian angel I believe I should leave you with a warning. You will need to stay away from her.” Seth's eyes went from brown to red fast. “I knew you was angel the second you walk in. We don’t take kind of you guys.” Xavier laugh as he started to walk away. “I knew who you were Seth old boy Satin’s son well the younger one that is. I already told your older brother Finn to back off.” Seth was ready to fight anything but felt a hand on his shoulder. “Enough brother,” Finn said walking out of the shadows. “Leave him alone.” Seth sat down as Finn looks at Xavier as he was ready for a fight. “Good now if you excuse me I have to get her home.” He said walking out of the shop.

“If this is what heaven wants then it’s fight heaven will get if he keeps this up.” Finn looks over at Seth as his eyes start to turn back to normal. “Yeah right Finn there’s more to the story that his not telling.” Both brother’s sat there looking out the window as they both watch you and Xavier getting a car then driving off.