#I swear I’m just overly formal

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I second this motion

if sevika dies in s2 i am MASSACRING THE GOVERNMENT

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ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP !femreader x !virginshoto you've had a crush on your friend shoto for a long time, and unbeknownst to you he's been crushing as well. not only that, he wants you to be his first time; for everything WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing, fluff, suggestive, shoto is kind of a simp word count: 2,707 A/N: oopsy daisy real quick short post because I couldn't help myself and the idea of sweet shoto wouldn't leave my brain... little cutesy filler part before they hit home base (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ also I was listening to The Archer x Not Strong Enough while writing this... linked here if you want to listen while you read!

part one | part two | part three |

part four | part five

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you were desperate to ignore the incessant barrage of notifications from Mina. just moments ago, you had dragged yourself off your feet, finally collapsing onto the couch after a grueling day. the minute you sank into the cushions, your phone erupted with a flood of calls and text messages. exhaustion weighed on you heavily, and each buzz and ping felt like an assault on your already depleted energy. it wasn’t until the hundredth call that you finally gave in and answered.

“what do you want, Mina? I’m absolutely wiped out,” you groaned, trying to inject a note of humor into your voice despite how drained you felt.

Mina’s voice came through the receiver with an overly enthusiastic tone, almost too cheerful for your weary brain to handle. “get dressed up; we’re going to a fancy restaurant!”

you sighed heavily, rubbing your eyes in frustration. “did you not just hear me say I’m exhausted? I have zero energy left, and honestly, I’d rather not spend any more money right now.”

Mina’s response was an impatient tsk, filled with exasperation. “I don’t care how tired you are or what you want. put on something fancy and forget about the cost. be ready by seven-thirty, or I’m coming over there to drag you out myself.”

you wanted to argue more, but the stubborn resolve in Mina's voice told you this was a battle you wouldn’t win. plus, deep down, you knew she was right. maybe a change of scenery and some good company was exactly what you needed to recharge. with a resigned sigh, you checked the time on your phone—it was already past six.

“fine, fine. I’ll be ready,” you grumbled, hoping your tone conveyed the minimal enthusiasm you felt.

“great!” Mina replied with an exaggerated cheerfulness. “see you soon!”

you hung up and stared at your reflection in the darkened screen of your phone. despite your fatigue, you found a sliver of motivation. you stood up, stretched, and began to rummage through your closet. picking out a sleek dress and a pair of heels that hadn’t seen the light of day in months, you couldn’t help but feel a small spark of excitement. maybe this would be a good distraction after all.

as you prepared yourself, you tried to push aside the lingering thoughts of your long day. you opted for minimal makeup and a quick hairstyle, focusing on just enough to look presentable without draining what little energy you had left. by the time you checked the clock again, it was nearly seven-thirty.

just as you were about to head out the door, you heard an unexpected knock. you’d assumed Mina would just text you the address and meet you there. curious and a bit puzzled, you opened the door and started to say, “Mina, I promise I’m ready—”

but it wasn’t Mina standing there. instead, Shoto was at your doorstep, impeccably dressed in a sharp black suit. he held a bouquet of flowers, the rich colors and delicate petals contrasting with his formal attire.

“apologies for letting mina trick you,” Shoto said, his voice gentle and warm as he offered you a reassuring smile. “I wanted this to be a surprise.”

“Shoto, what’s going on?” you asked, your confusion mingling with a touch of excitement as you accepted the flowers, your cheeks flushing at the unexpected and thoughtful gesture.

“I’m taking you on a proper date,” Shoto replied, his eyes meeting yours with a sincerity that made your heart skip a beat. he extended his arm toward you, a subtle invitation. “I figured it was about time, especially considering the… less conventional things we’ve been up to.”

you stared at Shoto for a moment, your mind racing to process what was happening. the bouquet in your hands felt surprisingly heavy, its fragrance filling the air with a sweetness that contrasted with the formal setting.

“a proper date?” you echoed, trying to reconcile this unexpected turn of events with the casual plans you had made with mina.

“yes,” Shoto affirmed, his tone steady and sincere. “I wanted to do something special, something more meaningful. and mina kindly agreed to help with the surprise.”

you took a deep breath, a mix of nervousness and excitement bubbling up inside you. “this is… really unexpected. but also, kind of amazing.”

Shoto’s smile widened, and he gently took your hand, guiding you out the door. “I’m glad you think so. I’ve been looking forward to this. let’s make it a night to remember.”

as you walked down the stairs and into the cool evening air, you glanced back at your apartment, feeling a mix of disbelief and anticipation. Shoto’s presence was reassuring, his calm demeanor helping to ease your lingering fatigue. he led you to a sleek, black car parked by the curb, its polished surface reflecting the city lights.

“where are we going?” you asked as he opened the car door for you, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“it’s a surprise,” he said with a playful glint in his eye. “but trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

you settled into the plush leather seat, watching as Shoto got in beside you and started the engine. the car glided smoothly through the city streets, and you found yourself enjoying the rare luxury of simply being present in the moment.

Shoto made small talk as he drove, his voice soothing and easy to listen to. he talked about the restaurant he had chosen, the dishes they were famous for, and the ambiance he hoped you would appreciate. the conversation flowed effortlessly, and you could feel the genuine interest and care behind his words.

when you finally arrived at the restaurant, it was even more beautiful than you had imagined. the elegant exterior was bathed in soft, warm light, and the interior exuded an atmosphere of refined sophistication. Shoto guided you inside, where you were greeted by a host and shown to a private table with a stunning view of the city skyline.

“Shoto, this is insane,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper as you gazed out the window. the city below sparkled like a sea of stars, the lights stretching out as far as the eye could see. the extent of it all hit you suddenly, making you acutely aware of just how much effort and expense this must have entailed. “you didn’t have to go all out like this. I would’ve been perfectly happy with something more… quaint.”

Shoto extended his hand across the table, his touch gentle yet reassuring as he clasped yours. his smile was soft and genuine, a look of quiet pride in his eyes. “I wanted to do this. for you.”

throughout the evening, Shoto’s attentiveness and thoughtfulness made you feel cherished and valued. the meal was exquisite, each course a culinary delight, and the conversation never faltered. as the night progressed, you realized that Shoto’s surprise was not just about the setting or the food but about the effort he had put into making this night special for you.

by the end of the evening, as you sat back and savored the last of your dessert, you felt a deep sense of contentment. Shoto reached across the table, taking your hand in his once more.

“there’s actually another reason I planned this night with you, y/n,” Shoto said, his voice a bit hesitant. he lifted your hand gently, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. as he pulled away, you noticed a faint pink hue spreading across his cheeks, a blush that made him even more endearing.

“okay, now you’re gonna make me worry,” you joked lightly, trying to ease the tension with a playful laugh. but his nervous gulp made your own anxiety spike, and a flutter of unease began to settle in your stomach.

“I… shit, I don’t know how to put this,” Shoto murmured, his gaze dropping to the floor as he struggled to find the right words. he turned his eyes to the sprawling cityscape outside, and you felt a pang of anxiety, your heart racing in your chest. “I care about you, quite a lot.”

“I care a lot about you too, Sho,” you responded softly, hoping to reassure him. his eyes met yours again, filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope.

“I’m sure this might feel very sudden, and maybe a tad rushed,” Shoto continued, his voice trembling slightly. he squeezed your hand with a tenderness that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “but, after all these years of having a crush on you, and the past few weeks of growing closer, I think… no, I know I’m falling in love with you, y/n.”

the room seemed to hold its breath as Shoto’s words hung in the air. you could feel the weight of his confession pressing gently against your heart, and the enormity of the moment made your mind swirl with a mix of emotions.

for a moment, you were silent, processing the depth of what he had just shared. Shoto’s fingers still rested lightly around yours, his gaze searching yours with a blend of hope and trepidation.

“I… wow,” you finally said, your voice soft and trembling with emotion. “I had no idea you felt this way.”

Shoto’s cheeks reddened further, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I didn’t want to rush things or make you feel pressured. I just needed you to know how I really feel.”

you took a deep breath, feeling a surge of warmth and affection for him. the realization that he had been holding these feelings for so long, and that he had chosen this special evening to reveal them, made your heart swell.

“I’ve been feeling the same way,” you confessed, your voice gaining strength. “I didn’t know how to say it either, but I’ve been falling for you too, Shoto.”

a look of pure relief and joy spread across his face, and he squeezed your hand once more, his eyes sparkling. “really? you mean that?”

“yes,” you nodded, smiling through the tears that had formed in your eyes. “I mean it. I’ve been feeling this way for a while, but I didn’t want to rush things either.”

Shoto’s expression softened into a tender smile, and he leaned forward, his forehead resting gently against yours. “I’m so glad we’re on the same page,” he murmured. “I want to take things at a pace that feels right for both of us. I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me.”

you closed your eyes, savoring the closeness and the sincerity of the moment. “I want that too,” you whispered, your heart full of hope and happiness. “let’s see where this takes us.”

as you both leaned across the table, your lips yearning to mold against his, Shoto suddenly smirked and broke the moment. “hopefully to home base,” he joked, the playful glint in his eyes causing you to snort with laughter. his smirk widened as he heard your reaction, and he leaned back in his chair, letting out a hearty laugh that was both infectious and endearing.

as Shoto continued laughing, you felt a wave of boldness and excitement. standing up from your chair, you made your way around the table, feeling a sense of exhilaration that made you disregard the curious glances from other diners. with a determined stride, you leaned in close to his ear, your breath warm and tickling his skin. “let’s take this special evening home, shall we?” you whispered, and you could almost sense the shiver of anticipation that ran through his body.

Shoto’s reaction was immediate—his face flushed with a deep, embarrassed pink. this wasn’t the end goal for him tonight, not by any measure. he wanted you to understand that his confession was heartfelt and sincere, and he hoped you knew that it wasn’t just a pretext to move things forward physically.

“I—seriously?” Shoto asked, his voice dropping to a low, almost incredulous murmur. you could see the nervousness flickering in his eyes, and it only made you more determined. reaching out, you offered him your hand with a reassuring smile, trying to convey your genuine affection and support.

“unless you don’t want to make a home run?” you teased, raising an eyebrow playfully. Shoto’s reaction was immediate and comical—he stood up from his chair with such urgency that he almost knocked it over. “wow there, eager are we?” you laughed, watching as he fumbled slightly, trying to regain his composure.

“if you keep teasing me, we’re not making it back to your apartment,” Shoto groaned, his voice tinged with frustration and amusement. he pulled you gently towards him, placing a tender kiss on your cheek. as he lingered there for a moment, you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, making your heart race. “I’d hate to have to take you in my car,” he added with a playful edge, clearly struggling to keep his own excitement in check.

his warning tease almost came true, because when you two made it to the car he nudged you against the side of the vehicle, letting his hands roam a little too much for the public as he kissed you fervently.

you would’ve let him take you in the car, white hot desire burning inside of you so quickly that you felt like you’d die if you didn’t have him on top of you.

even when you made it back to your apartment, you both barely made it in the door as he started pawing at your dress. Shoto had to restrain himself from ripping the tight fabric that fit so well around your ass, thinking he needed to try and remain as gentlemanly as possible.

you became a tangle of limbs as his lips met yours, hungry and needy, the two of you stumbling your bedroom. you guided him to sit on the edge of the bed before you started to work on the buttons of his shirt, sliding it over his shoulders and discarding it on the floor.

Shoto could only watch in awe as you stepped back, slowly working on the zipper of your dress (thank god you chose one with a side zipper), before letting it drop to the ground.

“you’re so beautiful, y/n,” Shoto whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. his gaze remained locked on yours, though he clearly wanted to let his eyes wander over your now exposed skin. he had seen you like this before, sure, but it never failed to take his breath away, each time more intense than the last.

you settled yourself on his lap, your body fitting comfortably against his. a soft, tender smile played on your lips as you leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his mouth. “you make me breathless, Sho,” you murmured, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. “absolutely, and utterly, starstruck.”

Shoto’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, savoring the kiss before pulling away slightly. his gaze was dreamy, half-lidded with a wide, affectionate grin spreading across his face. “will you be mine?” he asked, his voice filled with earnest desire. “call me your boyfriend, and I’ll call you my girlfriend. we’ll make our friends sick with pda, go on dates all the time, and I promise I’ll treat you like a princess. we can cook together, sleep together, do everything you want to do. I’ll follow you, I’d follow you anywhere.”

your heart swelled with emotion at his heartfelt words. overwhelmed by the depth of his promise, you kissed him deeply, pouring all your passion into the embrace. the kiss was intense, a shared declaration of the love and commitment you both felt. “that sounds perfect to me, boyfriend,” you whispered, the term feeling both exhilarating and right as it fell from your lips.

the moment you said the words, shoto’s arms wrapped around you tightly and flipped the two of you so that you laid bare underneath him.

“can I make love to you, girlfriend?” Shoto’s face was pink with lust and emotions, and his gaze was filled with a deep desire that made you feel like the only girl in the world.

“yes, Shoto.”

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vii. oh oh oh, the sweetest thing

javier peña x f!reader | chapter seven of late night texts

summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.

chapter warnings: fluff. flirting. alludes to smut. sinful thoughts. continuous romcom vibes. an: javi and reader, sitting on a bed... ;) also new theme, slightly amended banner. wordcount: 3.4k.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

Javi wakes to cold sheets beside him. 

He stretches his arm out—and for a moment—he forgets where he is. Expecting to hear his alarm, feel the bobbles from his overly worn bedsheet.

That is until he catches the scent of sweet shampoo, perfume and—

Flipping his eyes open, he then hears the rustling.

His senses come back to him as he slowly sits up, spotting you immediately at the foot of the bed.

Compared to yesterday, you’re dressed so formally: fitted trousers, a shirt and a jacket. Your leg doing a twist, head bent—as he assumes—you’re trying to slide your foot into your shoe quietly. 

There’s minimal light fluttering into the room, all courtesy of your suitcase pushing against the heavy hotel curtains to allow enough to dress yourself. With it now allowing a slither of sunlight to creep over your face, lighting up the shades in your eyes—the ones he swears he’ll see forever when he dreams. 

The sunlight illuminates your lips—the ones he’d spent hours tasting last night—now having the chance to admire as they slide into a smile, eyes widening at the sight of him. 

“Morning—“

“Shh,” you whisper, brows dipping. “Go back to sleep, baby. It’s so early.” 

Stretching out his legs, he runs a hand over his face. “I’ll go back to my room.” 

“No, it’s okay, stay. Please. Just get up when you’re ready,” you offer. “Plus, if you move and I see any more of you, I’m not going to want to leave.” 

Softly, he feels a smirk slide up his cheek. “That so?”

Moving around the bed, he curls into your touch as it brushes through his hair—sparking memories of nails, your mouth pressed to his cheek as you begged him for more—before your lips kissed the side of his mouth. 

“Fuck. Forgot how much I like your voice.” 

“Didn’t get your fill of it last night?” 

Mirroring him, you smirk a bit more. 

His hand snakes up your wrist, keeping you here—just a bit longer. Feeling your eyes dart from one of his to the other, your grin broadening as his thumb traces a square on your skin. 

“Go to sleep. I’ll call you at lunch and let you know how I’m getting on.” 

Your face is so close it’s easy to kiss you. Deepening it, letting your mouth part as he tastes mint on your tongue, his hand sliding up— 

You pull back, humming as you tap your fingers against your lips. “I’ll be late.” 

“I can be quick.” 

Shaking your head, smirking. You move back from the bed. “I’ll see you later.”

Grinning, he lies back down, an arm flopping over his eyes. “You don’t mind me in your room?”

Pausing as you pick up your bag, you shoot him a look—one where your smile is across your entire face, not just your mouth. “I trust you. Plus, I have the important stuff, ID, money. And, if you were to steal anything, as handsome as you are, I doubt you can pull off my jean jacket, or some of the other things I've packed.”

Laughing, he shakes his head. "Have a good day, cariño."

“Try not to miss me, baby.” 

There wasn’t duplicate sales, someone just can’t do their job correctly.

if you were back home I’d call them an idiot but since it brought you here

Valid point. I’m still annoyed that it took me longer to get in the building than it did me figuring it out. 

Could have had longer in bed. 

for sleeping 

Probably not. This handsome man has me waking up early to talk to him as he starts his day.

It’s reprogrammed my internal clock. 

he must be really nice for you to let him do that 

He’s okay.

fuck hermosa 

He’s got nice hands though. And lips.

has he now 

Yeah, don’t think I could tell him to his face that I don’t think my legs have ever shaken that much. 

can’t wait to make them shake again

Yeah that was obvious this morning, charmer. 

cant blame a man when you look the way you do baby 

Stop I can’t smile like that right now.

Few more hours and I’ll be getting a cab back, will let you know when I’m back, then just need to change and then I’m yours. 

I can pick you up 

It’s fine, work will pay so let’s make them. 

You remind him again that you’ll knock for him before getting changed. 

Call for him. Like the two of you were teens ready to hang out until the sun goes down—something he found endearing and quite funny, all at once.

you wanna ask my pop if i can stay out past curfew too You’re hilarious. But I can do. I’d love to talk to your Pop. worryingly i think hed love to talk to you  Did you ever make curfew?  do I strike you as someone who didn't You strike me as someone who would work around the curfew, be technically on the land at the right time continuing the hang in the barn or something. 

Through texts, you’d seemed in high spirits. 

But when you reached his door, blasted with manufactured orange light from his room, Javi took one look at you and realised how much of a front that had been. 

He barely knew you, yet he spotted how stress sat behind your smile and how your face was twisted into a fake version of the expression he saw yesterday.

“You fancy staying in tonight?”

It was why Javi was staring over the room service menu. Hearing you shower, cancelling the reservation he’d made earlier, listening as the water fell into the base (one thin wall away) as he placed the phone back on the hook.

Trying not to think of your body—of soap suds sliding down your perfect skin and how it was likely bending and twisting as you showered. 

He tries not to think about the kiss, too. 

The one you’d given him, arm looped around his neck when he suggested staying in, ordering room service and finishing a crossword. It had taken a moment, his eyes jumping from one eye to the next as he assessed whether he’d said something dumb or smart. 

Your kiss confirmed the latter. Gratitude thrummed through it as you cupped his cheek—thank you, thank you, thank you, etching into him as he pulled your hips flush to him. Almost ready to pull you into his room when you’d mumbled about needing a shower. 

That had been half an hour ago. 

Now, he watched as you stepped out through steam, face fresh—black tee he could see the outline of your nipples through and a pair of yoga pants that made him almost choke when you bent over to pop something in your case. 

"You alright?"

Swallowing, he shifts on the bed, tilting his head. "Yeah, hermosa. You just look..."

He prefers letting his voice trail off. Watching it flicker across your face, the embarrassment. It starts with your hands coming across your front, your weight shifting, before your eyes find it difficult to meet his.

“I never asked," he says, changing the conversation, feeling the warmth of your eyes snap back to him. "Your friend, Aish? Is it? She not have anything to say about you flying miles to meet a man you don’t know?” 

You smile something wicked. “A few words, but..."

"But?"

Licking your lips, you look down at your feet. "I think she could see how happy I was. When I was talking to you. Think, like me, she just hoped you were who you said you were.”

Javi brushes his hand over his jaw, trying to fight the grin. The same one you constantly pull from him, his cheeks hurting from it happening so frequently all in one go.

“You put her mind at rest, baby?” 

“Oh yeah. First chance I got.” 

Moving to sit next to him, he hears the faint rumblings of your stomach. Something you quickly apologise for. And something you apologise for unnecessarily again a second or two later. His hand on your knee, drawing circles on the fabric covering it, hoping it assures you, relaxes you as he tells you as much.

“I don’t… I guess I don’t do things like this,” you say. “I’m not impulsive. I’m sensible—have to be. I don’t really have anyone, or thing, else if it all goes wrong, you know? And then you came along. And while my brain was telling me to be careful, the rest of me was just so sure this was…”

“Right?” 

“Yeah,” you smile. 

“So you’re glad?” 

“If my stomach weren't about to begin eating itself, I’d show you how glad. But, Javi, truthfully, I wouldn't let you be in my room again if I wasn't.” 

Allowing you to lean into him as you flick down at the menu, he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Good to know.” 

Even if his original plans had been dashed, Javi still had plans to rid your body of the stress from your workday.

The alternative, he found, was just as pleasant.

After the two of you ate on the floor, you both moved to the bed to attempt the next crossword. Four answers were written before he found you in his arms, talking—sharing.

He learned more about your job, your place, and how you’d had a pet when you were younger.

Then, somewhere between sharing about music, movies and how good you were at Monopoly, you were curled against him, softly sleeping.

He could have moved, but he deep down he hadn't wanted to. Enjoying feeling your body rising and falling, your room rotating the smell of room service and your perfume in equal amounts. 

He thought about your laugh from earlier when he told you about a horse trying to throw him off. The way his chest had flooded with warmth when you told him about how often you’d thought of him at work today. 

It’s perfect. All of this. You.

It makes the corners of his lips slide up as he hears you take a sleep-filled sigh against him, your arm remaining tightly looped around his waist. 

His eyes fall to the crossword—the one you’d attempted to complete—and was now close to falling off the foot of the bed. The previous days all filled in, block letters staring at him. Not even bothered in himself that he hadn’t managed to finish today. 

Instead, he just focused on how nice it was having you against him. How he'd wanted this, before he even knew what you looked like. Had imagined your body is shaped and curled against his, but it hadn't even been close to this.

This, like you, was more perfect than his mind could conjure. Your knee currently between his, fitting perfectly—just like you do in every other aspect. 

It's why he hasn't stopped running his fingers up and down your arm, surrendering to his position—not that he’s complaining. If anything, he never wants to move.

He had tried, initially. His brain worrying about what you'd do when you woke. Javi had attempted to rise up and tuck you in, but your hand simply clutched him closer, all unwilling to let him move. 

He thinks about leaving every ten minutes, as though revolving. Only settling when his nose is re-flooded with the scent of your shampoo and perfume, making it harder to stop thinking the second thought on rotation.

The one which had slammed into him at the airport—the one which had been born some weeks back, bubbling inside him ever since—began rising up in his chest again, in his throat…

He likes you. Really likes you. 

To the point, he’s not sure if he’ll be okay when he has to let you go. When he has to say goodbye and leave you at the airport departures. 

Simply wanting languid kisses under bed sheets, your body under him, his fingers brushing your cheeks as he feels your laugh against his palm.

He wants more than a handful of days. Allowing himself to think it, acknowledge it, now he knows you're real.

Swallowing, he glances down at you—taking in the bow of your lips, the way your lashes sit on your upper cheek, and he relents. Just for a moment.

Instead, he rests his chin on the top of your head, letting his eyes close as he continues to slide his fingers up and down your arm. 

He wasn’t meant to fall asleep. Javi had just meant to rest his eyes.  

But he wakes to darkness, a slither of light peering through the closed curtains, with you very much beside him still. Your eyes closed, head on his chest, your own rising and falling as gently as earlier. 

But the light had been on then.

A thought that hooks the edge of his lips, tugging it up. Because you would have needed to get up and turn it off, before climbing back into bed again. Moving under the duvet—likely whispering to him to do the same, because he too is now under it. 

He lifts it tentatively, seeing that he’s still fully clothed, spotting that when you switched off the light, you’d also changed from your work clothes into a satin top and pair of shorts.  

You’d wanted him here. 

Javi beams. Broader than he's allowed himself to let grace his face. One that quickly, almost immediately, blossoms into a grin. One he continued to wear as he closed his eyes, pulling you closer—finding you do so with ease as he settled back down. 

The next time he opens his eyes, he finds you struggling to cram in the few things you’d removed from your suitcase. The one you’d packed—like you were staying for a month. 

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he allows himself a moment—hearing the quiet, disgruntled grumbling coming from you as you push down on it as hard as you can. 

“Want a hand?”

“No, no,” you protested, wiping your arm over your forehead. “All good.” 

Nodding, he gets up to use your bathroom, back cracking as he does. After he's washed his hands, he splashes cold water on his face, staring at himself in the mirror—seeing the usual dark bags under his eyes, now appear fainter. 

In truth, he wasn’t sure when the last time was that he’d slept as well as he had done the past two nights. 

It niggling at him as turns the tap off, drying his hand, before he runs his fingers through his hair. Shelving the thought, the realisation, as he opens the door to be greeted with the same grumbles and sweet perfume.

One thing he does hope, is that your scent buries itself into his clothes, skin, and bones. Mainly, he hopes this isn't the only time he can see you, or be around you.

Something he thinks as he leans against the wall, folding his arms, trying not to laugh watching you give your case another few shoves. After several more quick and successive presses down, you look up at him, giving him the most wounded, puppy-like look. 

“Okay, please help me.” 

His knees groan as he gets down on them, pressing down on the suitcase lid—nodding to you to try the zip as it budges. The process continues, your fingers occasionally poking in the odd item that attempts to stick out—the heel of a shoe, the edge of the jean jacket you were in on the day he met you, and lace. 

“So, I was thinking….” 

Javi lifts his eyes, finding that yours are already on him. 

“Did you…. want to share a room, maybe? Like, for the next few nights—I totally understand if you don’t want—” 

“Baby,” he says, softly, full of please breath and assurance, as he leans back on his knees. “Are you sure?” 

Nodding, biting your lip, your fingers slide over him on the suitcase. “I mean… we already have been, right? And, honestly, I hated even leaving you yesterday. Honestly, I… I don’t want to lose any more time with you than I already have.” 

“Me too.”

It’s like an eclipse, the way you grin. Smothering over your worrying. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

Lifting your case for you from being flat, you take the handle, continuing to grin before you follow behind him as you leave. His hand reaches behind, taking your fingers as the two of you head to his.

Half of him, not wanting to let go, see if he can grab his things with one hand while the other stays connected with yours. But he lets go, for speed, quickness, as he collects the things he managed to unpack in the room he's barely been in—never mind slept in.

Something you must realise, an apology hitting the air. Shifting on the spot at the door as he darts around.

Then, it's apology after apology. Different versions of the same thing, explanations that weren't necessary, because he didn't mind.

Something he also says.

It continues in the elevator, down to the small reception desk. The one more cramped, if that was even possible, than the first day they arrived. Your whispered reasons as to why you owe him made him slowly smile. 

You didn’t even get to sleep in your bed, happened to be his favourite. Because if you took a breath to ask him what he'd choose, he’d always choose to sleep in the bed you were in.

“To make it up to you, let me buy the other nights. Work covered the two necessary for them, so it hasn’t cost—“

His hand slides over your cheek, face forced to look up at him, blemished with curiosity that relaxes into simmering disbelief. 

A look he now suspects is on your face plenty of times when the two of you talk. That disbelief, the one unsure how someone could make you smile, makes you easily relax. 

He knows because it’s something he thinks himself. He’s just not sure if his expression looks similar to yours. 

“Hermosa, stop apologising—“

“—I can’t ask you to. You already picked me up from the airport—” 

“Cariño, please—

“—And you paid for dinner the first night, and—“

“Baby.” 

That word does it.

It makes you pause and swallow. Eyes focusing on him. 

“Baby, listen to me. I’ve already spent upwards of triple digits falling for you, and I don't care. So, lemme pay for the hotel room so I can show you how far I’ve fallen.”

You're torn. He sees it immediately on your face from the way it ripples across your face. 

Some part of you all unwilling to let him. A part he hopes to kiss away as he presses another kiss to your temple, softer, hanging there a second longer until he pulls back. 

“I’ve got this, okay?” 

“Okay,” you whisper. “But, I’ll buy—“

He kisses you. 

Realising as he does, it’s the only way to silence you. Feeling you melt, then you smile, before your fingers come up along his neck, little touches, and then nails, before you pull back. 

“You should… pay for the room now,” you say, lips twitching, a smirk wishing to bloom. 

“That so?” 

Nodding, you bite your lower lip. “I know you saw the things I packed in my suitcase, Javi.” 

Tracing his lower lip with his thumb, he smirks, slowly—before nodding. 

Turning to face the desk, he presses the bell once, twice, thrice—all insistent as you snigger by his side. He’s about to press it again, almost shouting to call someone, when he feels you nudge him—moving closer, arm coming around his waist as he feels his cheeks warm as you stare up at him.  

Fuck, you’re beautiful. 

“I’m taking you out tonight, too. Just so you know.”

Narrowing your eyes, you give him a lopsided smile as you swallow. “Can I pay half?”

“You can argue with me about it. Yeah,” he says, kissing your forehead before hammering his palm on the bell all over again.

an: thank you for all the love on this, i can't even put into words how much i appreciate it and you. this chapter i was dreading, as it sets up so much for the next, but i hope it was worth it, as always xx

[angeliqueiguess]

“Focus!” (j.jh)

014. locket warnings: swearing, a lot of tea.

“I think.” Yuta said, sitting comfortably in his chair while Y/n perched on the edge of his desk, absentmindedly twirling a pen between her fingers.

“Well... you think, exactly,” Y/n said with a small smile. Yuta nodded before continuing.

“Yeah, I say ‘I think’ because I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, you know?” he explained, shuffling some papers around while typing away on his laptop. Y/n stayed quiet for a moment, lost in thought, before speaking again. “You’re right… no point in rushing to conclusions. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding. Ash is super professional, after all—a really solid person.”

Yuta gave a short nod, exhaling in agreement. “Yeah, but still... better to keep an eye out. I’m usually not wrong about what I hear,” he said with a casual shrug. Y/n slid off the edge of the desk and settled into the chair across from him, now sitting face-to-face.

“It’s rare for anything like that to happen, you know...Her boycoting the shoot. I’ve worked with her before, and she did great. And Jaehyun, well...” Y/n trailed off, only for Yuta to cut in without even looking up from his screen.

“Face card,” he muttered flatly, making Y/n nod as she stood up.

“Ok, we chatted enough so, with your permission, Mr. Nakamoto... I’ll go get the camera lenses ready for the next shoot,” she said, playfully mimicking an overly formal tone, raising an eyebrow for effect. Finally, Yuta smiled and looked her way. “Permission granted, soldier. Proceed with your duties.”

“Sir, yes sir!” Y/n responded, giving him a mock salute before heading to the door, laughing quietly to herself. But as soon as she opened the door, she froze, coming face-to-face with Jaehyun. He let out a quiet huff, barely acknowledging her, and walked past without a word.

The nerve.

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previous//next masterlist.

Angelique's note: the nerrrrrve of this boy smh, at least yn's got a present from taeyongg thats like, so mf sweeeet <3. Anyways I hope you liked this one and what do y'all think about the written parts? should i keep this format? let me know! Also, stay healty plz and don't forget to drink water <3 Love ya!

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[bisexual-queenie]

Could you please write more BNHA Pro Heroes as Incorrect Quotes. I need a Pt.2

OMG Im so happy that someone wanted a part 2 to one of my favorite posts that I made!! Here yall go!

(Few trigger warnings before we begin: Use if swearing, and mentions of violence an alcohol. Let me know if I missed anything!)

Ships mentioned (Vaugley and outright): Erasermic, Edgejeanist, Nightmight, and Kamui x Mount Lady

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Eraserhead: You have to apologize to Takeyama.

Midnight: Fine.

Midnight: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

All Might: You often use humor to deflect trauma.

Nighteye: Thank you!

All Might: I didn't say that was a good thing.

Nighteye: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny.

Present Mic: Do you remember that horrible roommate you had back in college?

Eraserhead: You mean you?

Mount Lady: Sometimes I feel like dying.

Kamui Woods: Wha-

Mount Lady: And then I remember that I won't be able to see you if I do.

Kamui Woods: *blushes*

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Best Jeanist: Sometimes I feel like dying.

Edgeshot: Good for you.

Miruko: Do I look nice?

Fat Gum: You look like you're about to set someone on fire.

Miruko: Perfect.

Present Mic: A fistfight CAN be romantic.

Miruko: And you know what the worst part is?

Ryukyuu: That you're having to process your pain without vodka?

Miruko: No.

Miruko: Yeah.

Midnight: If you found out you only had one day left to live, what would you do with it?

Eraserhead: Say goodbye and mend my relationships.

Present Mic: Something illegal.

Shirakumo: Accept my fate.

Tensei: I would message ten people saying that if they didn't forward the message to 10 other people, I would die tomorrow.

Eraserhead: What?

Shirakumo: That's fucking awesome. Can I change my answer?

Eraserhead: Hizashi, just GO TO THE HOSPITAL

Present Mic: Who's stab wound is this???? Is it OUR stab wound???? No! Stay out of it!

Hawks: I'm the proud owner of an IQ of 5 (and a half)!

Endeavor: Not for long.

Hawks: Please. It's all I have.

Present Mic: "Ladies and gentlemen" is unnecessarily gendered, overly formal, lengthy, and honestly I'm falling asleep already.

Present Mic: "Cowards", on the other hand, is inclusive to all genders, casual and fun. Short and to the point, exciting, and dramatic.

Nighteye: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Present Mic: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

Gang Orca: I made lightly fried fish fillets for dinner.

Edgeshot: Kuugo, It’s 1:15 am, what the fuck.

Gang Orca: Do you want the lightly fried fish fillets or not.

Edgeshot: Well, I mean yeah.

Gang Orca: So come downstairs while they’re still hot.

Best Jeanist: Wait, you just made them?

Gang Orca: Yeah, I wasn’t tired so I decided to make lightly fried fish fillets.

Edgeshot: Say lightly fried fish fillets one more time Kuugo.

Present Mic: *speaking Spanish*

Eraserhead: I know, I know.

All Might: You speak Spanish?

Eraserhead: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Hizashi speaks.

All Might: I would never say that Mirai is a bitch and I don’t don’t like him. That’s not true…Mirai is a bitch and I like him so much!

Edgeshot: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

*Present Mic sneezes*

Eraserhead: Hizashi, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby!

*anyone else sneezes*

Eraserhead: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

Hawks: Uptown Funk would've made it into the Shrek Soundtrack.

Miruko: That's the truest statement I've ever heard.

Fat Gum: Hey Sasaki?

Nighteye: Yeah?

Fat Gum: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false?

Nighteye:

Nighteye: ...What.

Ryukyuu: So, what's it like living with Hakamada?

Edgeshot: They once referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter."

Ryukyuu: ...

Edgeshot: I love them so much.

Fat Gum: I’m sorry, I really flew off the handle back there. It was like the handle was a bald guy going really fast, and I was his toupée.

Someone interviewing the Lurkers: What are the hardest things to say?

Mount Lady: I was wrong.

Edgeshot: I need help.

Kamui Woods: Worcestershire sauce.

Eraserhead: You’re drunk.

Present Mic: Correction: drinking. Present tense. Grammar, Shouta.

Endeavor: How did none of you hear what I just said?!

Hawks: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Best Jeanist: I got distracted halfway through.

Edgeshot: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Hawks: If you put a milkshake in one yard and crack open a cold one in another yard, which yard would the boys go to?

All Might: Schrödinger's boys.

Miruko: FUCK!

Present Mic: What about cracking open a cold milkshake?

Nighteye: As we all know, the milkshake brings the boys to the yard. The presence of the boys is a prerequisite for the cracking open of a cold one, but cold ones do not have any inherent boy-attracting abilities. Milkshakes, however, do.

Nighteye: All else being equal, the boys would proceed to the milkshake yard. While it is possible to announce the presence of cold ones in the hope of attracting some boys, the pull of the milkshake is much more powerful by comparison.

Hawks: ...

All Might: ...

Miruko: ...

Present Mic: ...

Nighteye: Mind you, all of this nonsense hinges on whether or not the boys are back in town.

[beefrobeefcal]

https://x.com/discorobak/status/1696111755909300397?s=46&t=WH4bIMHLTxVR1rMw3VWJ_w OKAYYY i saw this tweet and thought: what if mouse and frankie go on a camping trip and mouse packs a bunch of classic camping food like hotdogs and burgers and popcorn… but especially S’MORES. and frankie loves them so much that he have a little fun with it… (along the same lines as the just desserts update if yknow what i mean 🤭) so excited for more updates, i love frankie and mouse so much !!

HELL YEAH, NONNIE. This is dedicated to all the new Friendos Beefro has made on the platform-formally-known-as-Twitter. Y'all got me riled up!

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Camping Can Be In-Tents

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a dry spell, Mouse gets Frankie into the wilderness.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 3,326

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, oral (m receiving), p in the v - unwrapped (don't be silly, cover you willy, kids!), eating, belly praise, belly stuffing, rough sexy stuff, fingering (f receiving), hair pulling, tail-gating.

Author's Notes: I know it's been a bit... between a crisis and a cold, your friendly neighbourhood Beefro was shooketh. Thanks for kicking around! Thanks to @nevergoingbacknowshine and the TDS brigade, and of course to the lovely @theywhowriteandknowthings and @harryleatherfit

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You had both been so wrapped up in your work lately. The stress of your jobs made the time you were spending together strained; arguments leading into tense bedtime routines had become more normal, and that intimate connection had become something neither of you could bring yourselves to admit you needed from one another. It had been over a month since he’d fucked you, let alone touched you like that and it sucked. You missed your sweet, soft, gentle, fuckable Frankie, him being replaced with an irritable and short-tempered grouch, although you did see the odd fleck of his old self come though occasionally. And you knew he missed his Mouse; you’d become an overly emotional and temperamental silhouette of yourself. That’s why this weekend was so important – it was your reset, your chance to reconnect. You’d suggested it, knowing that Frankie would jump at the chance to go camping.

You could hear Frankie swearing in the garage as he collected all the camping gear while you packed the food in the various coolers and bags.

“Mouse? Need your help.”, he called out.

As you started to move towards the garage, his calls out to you became a little more panicked.

“MOUSE?!?”

“I’m coming, Frankie!”

Opening the door to your garage, you tried not to laugh aloud at the sight before you. Frankie was wedged between the wall and your spare fridge, trying to reach the packed-away tent on the shelf above and had caused several other stored boxes to come dangerously close to toppling on his head from the top of the fridge.

“What are you doing?”, you laughed as you pushed the offending boxes back into place with a broom handle.

“I don’t know what happened! I guess I bumped the fridge too hard or something....”, he grumbled as he unwedged himself. “I got in there no problem when I put the tent away last year.”

You smiled and patted his belly, straining against his now-too-tight t-shirt. “Well, I would say that there’s a bit more to you than last year, honey.”

He looked down at your hand on his tummy and huffed a laugh as he gave you a blushing smile. “Yeah... I guess so.”

You helped Frankie collect the rest of the camping gear and load up his truck for the morning.

*****

Pre-dawn departures were Frankie’s specialty, not yours. Despite him not being a morning person, the prospect of getting out of the city and on the open road, along with years in the military, had him all sunshine and rainbows at 4:30 am, while you were trying to keep your eyes open long enough to get from the bed, into your jacket and into the truck. Frankie already had your air Pods, a blanket and pillow in the passenger seat for you, knowing that it would be a lost cause to ask you to bring them yourself.

By the time Frankie backed out of your driveway, you were back asleep and didn’t answer him when he asked if you wanted a coffee as he turned into the McDonald’s Drive Thru. Even without an answer, he got you one, as well as enough breakfast sandwiches to keep himself entertained for a good part of the morning.

You finally felt rested enough to open your eyes by 9:30 am to see Frankie humming along with his music, tapping gently on the steering wheel.

“Hey... have a good sleep?”, he asked smiling when he saw you pull your air Pods out.

You nodded and groaned as you stretched and yawned. “Not a bad sleep... where are we?”

“About an hour or so from the lake.”, he responded with a grin.

Frankie was about to be in his element; in the outdoors, his survival instincts kicked in high gear, and he loved every minute of it. You, on the other hand, felt lost without cell service or Wi-Fi, and detested with every fiber of your being the creepy crawlies that seemed to come out in droves at your arrival. But part of Frankie loving the outdoors was trying to keep you as comfortable as possible so he could enjoy you at the same time.

*****

Arriving at the secluded and private site was the easy part; setting up was not so much. Frankie was trying to get the tent set up, and since it was put away in a hurry last year and he didn’t check it when you got home or when he pulled it out the day before, everything had come out of the bag in a jumbled mess, and you had made the mistake of pointing out his folly right after he’d realized he’d forgotten his hammer.

"If you would just let me help, Frankie!”, you pleaded with thinly masked frustration at his inability to take your help.

He grunted as his eyes narrowed at you from under his ball cap and you stared right back at him.

He broke the stare first with an eyeroll and a huff, returning to the tangled mess that would hopefully be your tent and you turned and started to unload the truck. By the time you’d unloaded, gotten the bags and containers arranged, and set up the chairs around the vacant campfire, Frankie had gotten the tent up and was crouched down, hammering the pegs into the ground with a rock. You couldn’t help but watch as his broad back moved and flexed under his t-shirt, while his thick, beefy arms were bursting out from the sleeves. You longed for those arms to toss you down onto whatever surface was available and have his body pin you down and fuck you senseless. God damn it, you missed him in a debilitating way that made you feel hollow.

He caught you staring and briefly gave you an unreadable look then went back to hammering more pegs, and you could feel the flush of heat wash over your body. God damn it, you needed him.

It was well passed noon when Frankie got the fire going and you’d gotten the stuff out for hot dogs. Maybe you could ease yourself into his arms with food? You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, you didn’t realize your mouth was open and you were staring at him again until a bird flew far too close to you and snapped you out of your thoughts. You quickly tried to look like you knew what task you were trying to complete, but Frankie saw the whole thing. His eyes met yours for just a moment and you gave him a small, forced smile, trying to play it off like it was nothing, like he didn’t see what he thought he saw. Your eyes went back down to the cutting board on the picnic table and the onions you were slicing up for the hot dogs.

Getting the metal rods out, you pierced the hot dogs on their ends and started cooking them. Frankie set up the air mattress and set out the sleeping bags. You were tempted to tell him yours could be left in the truck so you could share one, but you kept your mouth closed and focused on the hot dogs. Once ready, you silently plated them in the buns, dressed exactly how Frankie liked them and you placed the plate in front of him. You forwent your own, your stomach in knots, and started cleaning up, knowing the lecture you would get if it weren’t done properly because it could attract bugs and god knows what else to your site.

Frankie sat and ate his hot dogs, and after he finished one, his irritation cooled down. He watched you, his desperation for your touch had increased after he caught you ogling him. He knew he’d been completely out of line as of late, his frustration at his work dog piling on you for no other reason than you were in the line of fire. Your back was to him as you dug through a bag, and he watched the way your lithe body move. He imagined the sweet noises you would make for him as he railed you against the truck. God damn it, he needed you in a way that should have made him feel filthy.

He realized you were looking for his pajamas to put in the tent for him. His heart skipped a beat when he looked in the tent and saw his toiletries and swim trunks laid out on his sleeping bag; you were taking care of him, and he felt like a complete asshole. God damnit, he missed you.

*****

For the rest of the afternoon, the two of you moved through a slow dance of silent, touchless fore playing, catching one another giving once overs and longing stares, while trying to break the other’s resolve with movements. By the time you pulled out what you’d planned for dinner – two big cans of Chef Boyardee ravioli and garlic toast – you’d decided that he was going to fuck you, whether he knew it or not.

“We can just have hot dogs again, baby.” Frankie’s voice, although softer and gentler than it had been in a while, cut through the silence between you, but you didn’t want to look up to him, you wanted him to come to you and make you stop. So, you pretended you couldn’t hear him while you stood with your back to him and the fire.

You had no idea he’d gotten so close to you when he gently put his hand out and took the can opener from you, placing it on the picnic table. He held your hand in his, feeling your body tremble with just his touch, and turned you around to look at him. This was the gentlest with one another in over a month, and you could barely contain the utter arousal and excitement at this small, sweet act of intimacy.

He pulled back from you, and you looked up at him. His soft brown eyes were screaming in need, scanning your face and begging for you to say something. So, you did.

 “I miss you, baby, and I – “

Frankie cut you off abruptly by smashing his lips onto yours, his mouth fiercely fighting to get any kind of barrier between you gone. Your body melted against his as he pulled you further into him. His tongue ran along your lips, looking to deepen the kiss further, and when he was granted entrance, he moaned into your mouth and his hand ran down your side and hitched your knee up onto his hip.

Finally parting, and both panting to catch your breath, your lips still almost touching.

“Fuck, Mouse… baby… I miss you, too…”

He kissed you again and as you both found your rhythm again, his belly grumbled loudly, telling him it was time to eat.

“Fuck…”, he grumbled as he pushed his forehead against yours, and you smiled at him.

“Let’s get you fed, baby.”

*****

Almost a full pack of hot dogs later, Frankie was getting full. Sitting back into his camping chair, he stifled a burp and smiled at you.

“You want any more?”, you asked, holding up one of the metal rods.

He raised an eyebrow at you, then grinned. “No, princess… I gotta have room for dessert.”

Frankie stood up slowly, and as he reached his full height, his full tummy pushed up his t-shirt. He stood in front of you and cupped your jaw, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he looked down at you. Your lips parted and your breathing quickened, anticipation of what he would do or say at an all-time high.

“You got any marshmallows, princess?” His voice was low and thick with need as his eyes looked into yours.

It took you a moment to realize what he’d asked you, not anticipating that.

“W-what?”

“Marshmallows.”, he spoke slowly with a dark grin on his face.

You turned and reached for the grocery bag of marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate. He removed his hand from your jaw and took it, then reached for the metal rod. He winked at you and returned to his chair by the fire. As he got few marshmallows onto the rod, you stared at him, confused and horny.

“Frankie?...”

“Better get those clothes off if you don’t want to get s’mores all over them, princess.”, he said in a nonchalant voice, not even looking up at you.

You hesitated but remembered that you’d specifically booked a private site, and other campers would only be able to hear you. Once fully naked, minus your slider sandals, you stood off to the side of Frankie, and he looked over at you.

“Fuck, baby… missed you…”, he groaned slack jawed, his eyes racking over you. He reached out for your hand and pulled you to straddle one of his legs, and his sticky fingers tweaked one of your nipples.

“Frankie… fuck, I need you…”, you moaned as you shivered at his touch.

He grabbed one of the toasted marshmallows off the rod and a piece of chocolate, squishing them together between his fingers and dragged the warm concoction down the valley between your tits. You yelped and his other held you firmly in place.

“Told you I needed room for dessert, princess.”, he said huskily, then licked his wide, flat tongue up the chocolaty trail and sucked on your neck.

“Please, Frankie… need you so bad… don’t tease…”, you begged in a breathy, desperate voice.

You began to rock your core against his rough denim as he smeared more s’mores on your nipples and chest. He licked and sucked the sugary residue off you as your weeping, aching cunt drooled, and you grinded your core into his jeans. Every time the rough denim texture hit your clit in just that way, you arched your back into his mouth and moaned, while he repeated his smearing, licking and sucking. You needed more so you reached your hand down and began to palm his crotch and could feel the weight of his thick, heavy cock coming to attention. He whined as he held your nipple between his teeth and his hips bucked, pushing his full belly into you.

Your bodies were screaming for the other, too long since you’d touched one another like this, and the need and desperation was heavy in your breathing and grasping of each other.

He dropped his head back and grabbed your arm, pulling you hand away from his rock-hard cock, but your hips grinding against his jeans kept going.

“Mouse… gonna come in my pants if you keep that up… wanna fuck you… please baby… gonna come on my jeans? Huh, princess?... So fucking needy… Jesus… missed this body… come on, baby… keep going…”

He watched you, his hands only holding you in place and not assisting with your movements. You could feel you were close, and his words just egged you on to your climax. You cried out as you came but didn’t break eye contact. Frankie’s grip on you tighten, and his hands began to move you to keep your hips grinding his leg, and he groaned at you while you came through gritted teeth

“Atta girl… good girl, yeah… make that pussy weep, princess… that’s it, baby… soaking my jeans… can’t wait to fuck your sweet little pussy again… been too long…”

Before you could fully come down, Frankie had you standing and was bending you over the open tailgate to his truck, then ran a finger into your glistening, swollen folds before plunging it into your weeping hole. You cried out and arched your back, but his hand rubbed between your shoulders, coaxing you down. His hand splayed out on your back and held you firmly in place as he added another finger and increased his speed.

“Yeah, baby… pussy missed me… I missed her so fucking bad…”, he panted, his eyes focused on watching his thick wet fingers disappear over and over into your cunt. “Never want to go that long without you again, princess… fuck you look so good getting fucked on my fingers… so fucking wet and warm… come on, baby… know you’re close… I can feel it… let go… come on, princess… be a good girl and come on my fingers then I’ll fuck you raw…”

His final words shot through you, and you came loudly and squirting all over his hand and arm. You could hear the liquid splashing onto the dirt; it was obscene, and it was perfect.

“Good girl…”, he praised breathlessly, pressing a kiss to your back before sucking his fingers clean.

You could hear his belt being undone and then heard his jeans being tossed onto the ground. He grabbed your hip with one hand and used the other to line himself up with your entrance. Slowly pushing in, he moaned, and you whined, trying to push your hips back into him to make him go faster.

“So fucking impatient… So fucking needy.”, he grunted as he held you in place and buried himself to the hilt into you, and you felt his full, heavy belly resting against your ass.

“Frankie… please move, baby… need you to move…”, you begged, crying out pathetically.

He huffed a laugh and gripped your hips hard in his large hands.

“Need me to be rough, princess? … need it hard?”, he grunted as his hips began to move slowly. Frankie wanted to savour this with you, he didn’t want to rush it, didn’t want to spoil it.

“God, please, Frankie!”, you cried out, his slow movements agonizing and leaving you needing so much more.

“Promise me, princess… promise me you won’t let me go that long again from burying myself in your gorgeous pussy…”

His hips started to thrust at the same pace but harder, and you panted a whiny “uh-huh!” in response to him. It was enough of an answer for Frankie. His hips began to snap into yours faster and harder.

The weight of his bulk behind you mixed with the momentum he was building pushed him deep into you each time he thrusted and forced out a loud cry from your mouth. You’d more than likely have bruises on the front of your thighs from the tailgate, but you didn’t care.

“Oh fuck… Mouse…. Baby… missed this… god damnit, your pussy’s like heaven… fucking Christ… yeah… oh fuck, fuck, fuck… baby, not-fuck!... not gonna last much longer… need you to- ugh - come…”

“I’m cl-close… oh fuck… oh god… Fr-Frankie… please… please, please, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!”

You came with a loud cry, arching your back again and Frankie pulled you flush with his belly and he thrusted into you.

“Frankie… please… come in my mouth… wanna eat your… your come…”, you panted, and he groaned, pulling out of you.

You turned around and he grabbed your hair, pulling you down on your knees, and he shoved his hard, glistening member into your mouth. He fucked into your mouth for a moment, and his hot spend shot in ribbons into your throat and mouth, spilling out onto your chin and chest with each thrust.

He finally stilled and grunted as he stood back and watched you run your fingers over your chin then suck his come off your digits, humming in satisfaction.

“Fuck…”, he groaned as he watched you, moving backwards to sit in the camping chair again.

You stood up and walked towards him; leaning forward, you pressed a messy kiss to his mouth, sharing your combined taste with him and receiving a hint of chocolate from him. You pressed a hand down on his full belly and smiled.

“You still got room in there for more dessert, Frankie… What can I get you, baby?”, you asked with a wry grin, lifting his shirt and rubbing his stomach.

He looked up at you, eyes looking glazed over in desire. “You, princess.”, he breathed back.

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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

❝ 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 ❞

other chapters

➠┊word count: 5.1k

➠┊characters: trafalgar law, nami, portgas d. ace, marco {mentioned}, garp {mentioned}

➠┊cw: minor swearing

➠┊modern au !!

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❛ you had an awful interaction at a gas station nearby robin’s place after a simple party hang out. before anything else could spiral down into a catastrophe, a familiar “enemy” unexpectedly comes to your rescue, as well as charming your innocent and sour heart ❜

{colors for dialogue may switch/change as more characters are introduced !!}

❛ ━━･❪ 🖤 ❫ ･━━ ❜

The following morning you woke up with a pounding headache that could make you knock out again. You pinched your temple in pain as you separated your back from your bed. The bright morning light pierced through your pupils.

Your hands snatched your mobile phone beside you to check the time.

5:30, two hours before the school building opened up.

You realized that Ace wouldn’t be there to bother, startle or ramble your ear off on this bright morning, and the next few following ones ahead. You had a mixture of excitement and disappointment at the mere thought of it.

Rubbing your palm to your eyes, you heard footsteps approach your room door. A tall, formal fitted woman burst in.

“I hope you had fun on your little adventure last night” She greeted. Your mother was in the middle of putting on her sparkling jewelry on her wrists. “Breakfast is ready for you on the table as well as your lunch. I’ll see you this afternoon”

You felt her lips press gently against your forehead before she scurried back to your door. “Have a wonderful day at school, hon”

You heard the clicking sound as the door connected to its frame. You finally pulled yourself completely out of bed to get ready for school, which you weren’t entirely stoked for.

Upon arrival, you weren’t used to Ace’s absence but ironically, it made your morning more bearable than anything. Your morning classes went by smoothly and steadily. The two boys that accompanied Ace occasionally threw you hellos here and there, but Nami approached you frantically like she saw someone get run over.

“(F/N), oh my god! I found you” She made you tilt your head in pure puzzlement.

“I’m so sorry about last night, I was so drunk that I crashed at Robin’s. Did you make it home safe? Do I need to kill anyone?”

You appreciated Nami’s concern as well as her apology despite you not even minding. You giggled and held her palms.

“It’s alright, I made it home just fine” You reassured. You decided not to inform Nami about the gas station incident for the sake of her own blood vessels. You couldn’t even imagine the snowball effect that’ll cause.

“Are you sure? Gosh, I feel so bad” Nami looked at you with big hazelnut eyes.

“You’re good, Nami. Promise” You sealed your words with a tight hug to consult your orange-haired friend. You heard a muffled “okay” on your shoulder.

You pulled her back and gave her one last smile.

“I’ll see you at lunch” You turned your body and waved back at her. She smiled brightly to reciprocate it. You were pleased to shift her overly worried emotions into a much calmer one.

-ˋˏ ༻ 🖤 ༺ ˎˊ-

Now, there you were in a quiet English classroom while everyone scribbled down on an independent assignment. There wasn’t peep from anyone and the only thing that broke the complete silence was classical music your teacher played through their computer. You began to feel antsy and it wasn’t any better that the teacher before you had a growing hatred to cellular devices.

You extended your arm, it isolated in the air for a few moments before your teacher looked up.

“Yes, (F/N)?” He said lowly.

“May I be excused?” You asked quietly. Your voice echoed throughout the room and felt eyes slowly begin to trail toward you. You heard your teacher let out a sigh and gesture their hand to shoo you away.

You immediately scooted your seat from the desk to exit the rather awkward classroom. You didn’t have to use the restroom or attend any emergency per se, you just wanted to take a small walk around the halls to stretch out your legs and clear your mind.

The moment back at the gas station last night didn’t stop replaying. You began to overthink if Law hadn’t been there to help you. Your brain flatlined at the thought of potential events. It didn’t help that faint music began to play in the distance during your walk.

You tilted your head. You were completely puzzled and wondered who’d be in a music room playing with instruments in the middle of an academic class period. To be honest, you don’t remember the last time you saw someone use the music room. You were the cat the curiosity killed and peered inside the room to see who was enchanting you with the music.

You made eye contact with the toned arms, raven hair and inked tattoos as Law effortlessly grazed his fingers rhythmically along the guitars strings. The guitar was a sleek black with white and tan accents. You recognized some prints on the guitar that was similar to the ones on his black vehicle.

Law’s talent was entirely unexpected. He had all his focus on the instrument before him that rested in his tanned hands and long legs. He bopped his head to the tune as well as his legs. There was no sheet music in front of him, meaning he was pulling these notes out of his brain with complete ease.

You were taken back, to say the least. Considering your deep singing trance from yesterday, you admired music. With that, this sight was completely mesmerizing to you. You hadn’t known the cold, tanned boy had a soft side for music. His talents matched his vibe. The tune wasn’t hardcore or disturbingly loud. It was melodious and soft, like he was purposely trying not to disturb the neighboring classrooms. You averted your eyes from the music boy and realized he was the only one there in the classroom. You assumed he was skipping.

Law is only human, though. His hands suddenly stopped which caused a hitch in his guitar. He picked up a pen that laid flat on an open notebook that had scribbles you couldn’t quite make out. Law scribbled something inside, assuming notes on his song, and sigh.

“You play pretty well…”

You spoke without thinking. Your voice made Law flinch and drop his pen. He darted at you with widened eyes before relaxing at the familiar sight of you. You made yourself welcome and stepped inside the room that was once filled with music.

“We meet again, (F/N)-ya” Law grinned and pulled off his guitar off his toned body to place it on its designated stand. You sat by on a nearby stool.

“Thank you, that was actually just a random song I’ve been working on I guess” Law turned his head to his open notebook, then trailed his steel eyes back at you.

“You’ve just been coming up with that on the spot or…?” You saw Law nod with nonchalant eyes.

“No reason to overthink it if you actually know how to play” Law made a decent point. You shrugged with a nod.

‘So he’s a doctor-to-be and a musician? What else, a party clown?’ You pondered.

“What else do you do?” Your internal thoughts influenced your own curiosity. Law blew a raspberry, seemingly to recall all his other talents.

“I guess I draw” He replied. You saw him unbutton the first few buttons of his black button-down to reveal the more secreted tattoos on his body. Your cheeks flared.

“I did these tattoos myself. Probably why some are shittier than others… Well, besides the one on my back, that was a professional” You stared at his chest like it was the most mesmerizing view to ever exist. His words baffled you. You assumed Law made an immense amount of money to afford these tattoos, completely discarding the possibility of him drawing these himself. Each mark was perfectly lined and symmetrical, making his statement false in your own eyes.

“They’re… nice” You managed to muster up. After Law showed off his body, that being his arms, hands, and chest, he caught your rather flustered expression.

“Don’t fall too hard now” He cooed, buttoning his shirt back up to conceal his window. You cleared your throat and shot him a glare.

“Keep dreaming, Traffy” That nickname made Law recoil completely. His teasing attitude was completely tilted.

“Don’t. Absolutely not, It’s Trafalgar” You finally managed to pinch a nerve, after everything he’s done to you.

“I like Traffy more” You grinned.

“Already getting obsessed with me, eh?” He immediately turned the tables almost as fast as you attempted to. You furrowed your brows.

“Definitely not”

He shot you a blatant ‘Yeah, right’ look before shifting his body away to grab his guitar once more.

Law’s patterned fingers gently twisted the metal knobs on the stem of the instrument. You watched him tune his guitar quietly. Then, with half-lidded eyes, he looked at you. The direct eye contact almost made you collapse. ‘Why did this punk have this stupid effect?’

“You wanna hear me play or do you have other things to do, like being a cheerleader or something?” His question forced a puzzled expression to form.

“Cheerleader?” That is all you could say. Law shrugged carelessly.

“You’re always with that cowboy jock, I assumed you were his cheerleader girlfriend” He assumed. You snickered. Yet again, there was someone assuming you were Ace’s partner.

“Me and Ace are just friends. Practically siblings” You informed. Law nodded as he understood the words coming out of your mouth. “And I’m not a cheerleader, idiot”

Your hiss made Law simply chuckle. It seemed like he enjoyed getting a rise out of you.

“My bad, my bad” With that, he strummed the strings of his bass guitar with one quick swipe.

“Answer my question, still”

You traced back to it. You thought it wouldn’t hurt to chew at the boring remaining time you had left in your English class to listen to Law's enchanting talent, as much as you hated to admit it.

“It wouldn’t hurt to hear you play a little longer I guess. It’s better than the eyesore of my English teacher”

Law didn’t respond. He just gave you a side grin and strum the guitar with one swipe once again. He turned his gaze on you to his precious guitar in his inked hands and played random notes before they synchronized, harmonizing a song with his hands.

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The song wasn’t an original. It was a cover of a song you’ve recognized through social media, but that didn’t disregard the fact the song was still played beautifully by the tanned boy. With each swipe and press of the cords, you felt yourself humming along. You lightly stomped your feet on the ground. Suddenly, the entire world went quiet and all you could hear was Law’s talent. He had a smile on his face as he hopped his head to the beat, noticing your enthusiasm.

The beat began to creep up on the infamous chorus of the song. You could’ve sworn you heard Law mumble the lyrics while playing, to which made you wonder why he didn’t project his voice. Your heart thumped as the chorus began to begin. Your chest grew a knot. Humming wasn’t enough, you knew the lyrics to his song. It wouldn’t hurt, would it?

I'm losing the person I was when I found you

Am I acting different when I'm not around you?

I'm being dramatic, I say that I'm losing

I wanna show you all the things I've been doing

The music was fueling you past your breaking point where you projected your voice to sing the lyrics. Law perked his head up the moment your volume raised. He seemed to be baffled by your voice, but the song was rather popular so that wasn’t a shocker. He smiled.

I'm going on dates and I'm hanging my head

I wanna share an apartment, a room, and a bed

I wanna tell you I love you, but I cannot reach you

I'm learning to lose, that's a thing they don't teach you.

You harmonized the lyrics together you two stopped by the sudden beat drop. You smiled happily from the mini-duet you two shared, completely forgetting you once hated him and his attitude. Law began the last verse of the song on his own. His voice was almost as good as his playing. The gods blessed him with a plethora of talents.

I'll miss you

Help me through

When I try someone else, I'll still miss you

You decided to conclude the song with him. Law still had that pleased smile. You eyed it while you finished the song together. That smug, sly, annoying grin wasn’t there, nor were the vibes. He felt content, and comfortable. Was it your voice? You pondered on what happened to the teasing boy you were once fond with.

I'll miss you

Help me through

When I'm...

Law took his final strum and the music died out. He took a long pause on his guitar that was once the birth of the enchanting music. The steel eyes finally trailed upon you, who had a pleased smile on your face. Law readjusted his instrument more comfortably on his lap.

“Nice duet,” He said smoothly. You reminded yourself this was the Trafalgar Law and quickly switched your attitude. You let your pride shadow your vision and refused to give him any sort of respect. Holding a grudge against him? Absolutely.

“It was fine, I guess” You shrugged. Law noticed that were trying, horribly, to cover your real emotions.

“C’mon, relax” He gave you half-lidded eyes. “I’m being genuine, (F/N)-ya”

Those words made your tense body ease up. You reminded yourself of one of the scrambled thoughts from last night; Maybe he wasn’t so bad?

You broke through, but still keeping a small guard up if he said anything slick. Law pulled his guitar off his body and popped his guitar pick in between his teeth. You watched him flip his notebook shut and tuck the pen inside the spiral rings.

“What made you want to do all of those things?” You asked. You completely halted Law from getting ready to leave. The raven-haired boy looked at you with a raised brow.

After pulling his pick out his mouth, he relaxed in his seat to continue the conversation.

“Well, for music, I guess I was always drawn to it as a kid” Law began. “I started playing the guitar when I was around eight? nine?” He stared at the ceiling as he traced back to his adolescence.

“With medicine, it honestly happened on its own. I realized that I’m pretty damn smart so why not put it towards the medical field” He explained. He was ready to stop the conversation right then and there, but there was one thing left.

“And your art?”

He paused at your voice. Law couldn’t be offended by your question, but he hesitated on answering like It was a touchy subject. Law groped himself in this conversation on his own.

“I got into that by a very special person of mine” Is all he could say. You noticed that he seemed kind of guarded on that subject, so you decided not to pry further.

“Judging by your tattoos, you seem to be really good at it” You chose to compliment him and his talent to ease up the tension you may have created. Fortunately for you, Law did begin to ease up.

“I try” He formed a side smile. “I can show you my favorite piece” He eyed you up and down with eyes that had more intentions behind them than you could fathom.

“What?” You immediately caught on.

“C’mere”

He gestured you over with two digits. You expected him to open his black notebook behind him that was covered in stickers. You pulled up a nearby chair that rested beside him.

Law grabbed, not the notebook, but the pen that was tucked into his notebook. You were completely puzzled and dumbfounded until you felt his rough hand grab your arm, ironically, gently. You watched him draw on that same smile face he had on his car. Law did it with complete ease and flawless, as expected. His own tattoos were self drawn after all. You didn’t mind, though. The drawing was rather cool in your eyes.

Law blew lightly on the ink that was marked on your skin to dry it. Now, you had your own tattoo. Granted, it wasn’t a genuine tattoo but you still felt cool.

“I guess you can say it’s my signature” Law eyed the mark and then back at you.

“I noticed. Am I a part of your wolf pack now that I’m marked?” You joked. You watched Law cringe.

“I should wash it off for that…”

The last few minutes of the class period you, by definition, skipped, was shared small talk you and Law had. You explained to him some of your talents and ambitions that he complimented. Every now and then, though, he’d remind you of his sarcastic and teasing personality that was progressively making you want to punch him in places that were forbidden.

“Class is about to end, (F/N)-ya” Law exhaled, tracing his eyes at the numbers his phone displayed. You took Law’s word considering you were out of your assigned classroom for a hefty amount of time.

As you both got up, you noticed that Law left his guitar standing in the stand while he slung his crossbody bag on sole shoulder.

“You’re leaving it here?” You asked, referencing the guitar. "Someone could snatch that and not even care" Law shrugged.

“No one really comes here, and I have the keys to the room” He pulled a silver key out of his pocket and spun the key ring around his finger. You were starting to notice a pattern.

“I have a small band so we practice after school on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays” He explained as you followed behind him to the outdoor hallways.

You were starting to notice that Law was becoming a pleasure to be around. As much as it now slightly bugged you, the conversations and musical memories you freshly shared did make you pleased. You folded your lips.

“Is it okay if I pop in someday to hear you?” You abruptly asked. Law was lightly taken back while he twisted his hand to lock the music room before him.

“So you are obsessed with me?” He grinned at you with those steel eyes while he shoved the silver key into his spotted jeans pocket.

“Don’t make me change my mind, Traffy”

“Trafalgar, for fucks sake”

You laughed at his reaction, only for him to form a small, amused smirk.

“Fine, I guess It wouldn’t hurt to have you listen to all of us” He slipped his jet-black phone out of his back pocket. You watched him unlock it. “But I must warn you, they’re kind of obnoxious”

"I'm friends with Portgas Ace, I think I can manage"

Law slithered his screen to your eyes to show his number on there, clear as day. You paused and eyed it, realizing he was now giving you his contact information. After a short relocation, you scurried to type the number into your own phone.

“Text me the day you decide to show up so I can open the school’s door for you” He immediately tucked his phone away after he saw you put in the last few digits.

“Gotcha, I’ll see you” You smiled at him. For the first time, you actually gleamed at him. You notice Law choke back ever so slightly before nodding to strut off to whatever class he has awaiting for him—unless that is, he was going to skip again.

-ˋˏ ༻ 🖤 ༺ ˎˊ-

“And then I told Marco he’s kind of weird for that, but It was funny so it didn’t matter. Besides, the entire basketball team is kind of weird”

There you were, uncomfortable in Ace’s scattered room while he rambled on and on about his day stranded at home. You didn’t know how you got here in this situation when you just passed by to check in on his injuries, but his absence did take a slight toll.

“So that makes you a weirdo then?” You were sitting on the chair of his desk with crossed arms. Ace paused in his tracks for a moment.

“No, I’m awesome” He dramatically ran his fingers through his brunette locks.

“Awesome people don’t get grounded”

“Hey!” Ace throws a pillow at you only to receive a blossom of giggles out of you.

“Hey, by the way,” You relaxed your fit of laughter at Ace’s voice.

“Your wrist. What is that?” He asked. You gave him a dumbfounded expression before he lazily gestured at your inked wrist. You had completely forgotten about it since you arrived at his place.

“Oh, just a doodle” You replied. You weren’t completely lying but you avoided anything further.

“Lemme see!” Ace eagerly rolled out of his bed, which he once collapsed in after his pillow attack, to snatch your arm.

“Hey, you fuck-!”

“Law?”

Ace’s words, and also grip, made you snatch your arm away from his hands. You rubbed the area he had his calloused hands around.

“First of all, use your manners!” You scolded. “Second of all, it’s none of your business”

You slid your sleeve over the marked jolly roger. Ace began to teasingly laugh at you, finger-pointed and everything. He collapsed his body, once again, on his unkempt bed.

“Look who’s getting action while I’m not at school!” Ace gleamed. You were ready to throw a neighboring item at his face, which was an entire desk.

“We just met, idiot!” You scolded once again. Ace gave you a doubtful look.

“So he just mysteriously drew on your wrist, (F/N)? C’mon”

“Fine! We kind of talked and hung out during my English period”

Ace’s teasing, older brother attitude finally sunk under your skin. He noticed your cheeks slowly pigment at the topic of the moment you shared with the tanned, tatted boy.

“Be honest, do you think he’s cute?” Ace asked. At this point, you’d be talking to one of your girl friends than Ace judging his tone.

“I mean…” You played with your nails. “He’s sort of cute”

You admitted. Ace gasped at your response. That dark clouded judgment of how he was an asshole and very rude began to clear out the more you spoke with him. Sure, he had a playful demeanor but after that genuine smile that was carved in his lips when he played his heart away was different to you. You began to wonder if it was too good to be true.

“But I’m sure he has a partner or something already” You dismissed. You saw Ace’s cheesy smile collapse.

“That’s so cliche of you” Ace grumbled.

“I’m serious!”

“Be a homewrecker then!”

You jolted at Ace’s words, completely baffled. This time, you scrambled around to find an object to throw. You settled on a random stress ball in the shape of a basketball. It seemed as if it was a token of his away games. Chucking it at Ace, he let it hit him while he laughed manically.

“I’m not going to be a homewrecker, asshole!” Ace hadn’t stopped laughing.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He steadied his breathing that was inflicted by his own humor.

“Where did you even come to that conclusion?” He asked. Ace had a major point. You randomly came up with an assumption to dismiss your own delusions.

“C‘mon, a bunch of people these days would be attracted to a guy like him” Ace held back laughter when you saw his lips quiver.

“Sounds like you’re one of those people”

“Portgas D. Ace! Enough!” You yelled, causing a mountain of laughter to spew out of Ace’s mouth.

Ace relaxed his laughter and fixated his eyes on the analog clock that sat on his nightstand. The time almost gave him a heart attack, it seems. He quickly jolted up from his bed and didn’t hesitate on throwing your backpack at you.

“Hey-!”

“It’s almost four, Garp is about to come home! Get the hell out!” Ace dragged you outside his room and straight to the front door. Ace practically gave you whiplash, but at least he was decently nice enough to meet you at the front door.

“What happened to your awesomeness, huh?” You teased. Ace replied with a playful glare and shove outside.

“It’s right up your coward ass. See ya, (F/N)” He slammed the door, leaving you on the front porch alone. You laughed under your breath from Ace’s reaction.

You eyed your phone as you trotted down the steps to enter your vehicle. Nothing super major stood out, besides one. Underneath all the random notifications and emails was a following notification.

Piratesgram:

traf.heart_law followed you!

You were taken back, wondering how he even found your infamous social media page. You opened the notification to which panned to the app itself. You scrolled through his own page before following him back mutually. He didn’t have much. His profile picture was a semi-side profile of him with a mic in front of his lips. You eyed his bio.

Musician / Medical student

this is kind of boring

i don’t do tattoo appointments

You didn’t spot anything indicating that he was in a relationship, panning back to the conversation you and Ace shared. You swiped through each post. Most of it consisted of his music and art pieces. Occasional self-portraits here and there, but they were those kinds of mirror pictures where his phone covered his face. Still no sign of a partner.

‘Why does that even matter, (F/N)?’ You scolded yourself.

Before you could reciprocate his following, you noticed the highlighted ring around his profile picture. Finally, you opened it. It was one post that consisted a group of guys you weren’t quite fond of. They all looked like they were in preparation for a musical performance in the familiar music room. Two people looked like they were having a side conversation, but you couldn’t quite make out their faces.

“can never get anything done with these idiots” The caption read.

“Right, band practice…” You murmured.

With that, you finally followed him back. Despite him being the first one to make a move, you felt a wave of nerves course through your veins after giving him that notification.

You focused all your attention on getting back home after secretly being at Ace’s during his house arrest week. You feared you’d be in the same boat as him if Garp snaked to your mother that you were at Ace’s during his sentence. Luckily, you didn’t see his familiar car pull in when you left.

-ˋˏ ༻ 🖤 ༺ ˎˊ-

Your mother placed a steaming plate of your favorite dinner in front of you. You felt your mouth water at the sight of it, not hesitating on flipping your utensils in your fingers to dig in.

“It’s hot, hon. Careful” She warned soothingly. You gave her a nod and decided to pass the time with your phone, which was entirely normal in this generation.

You opened the infamous social media app and saw Law’s profile highlighted again. You formed a small smile and opened it to see someone recording the band together. You heard the music harmonized together while someone sang proudly in front. You kept your eyes on Law, who was still playing that infamous guitar from earlier. He had a mic in front of his mouth as well as the other guitarist. Law played as backup vocals and you could faintly hear his familiar singing voice behind the lead vocalist.

The song wasn’t entirely foreign to you, but it wasn’t a song you’ve heard online. It reminded you of the song you caught the boy playing before you walked inside the music room. You enjoyed the fuller version of the song as much as you did when Law was simply playing his part, if not more. You thought it wouldn’t hurt to like his video considering it was quite literally music to your ears.

“Who’s that?” A voice startled you to the point you almost felt your heart stop. You breathed out heavily from the sheer terror.

“A guy from school, mom” You exhaled. She noticed that she startled you and couldn’t help but giggle.

“Be careful~” She cooed. You immediately caught on to what she was insinuating and immediately dropped both your fork and phone on the marbled island.

“Not like that, Mom! Don’t be like Ace, please” You picked at your plate with the fork. “He was so annoying about it”

Your remark made her laugh under her breath. She just rolled her eyes and served herself her own plate of food, packaging the rest away as leftovers for days to come.

“Then stop gawking at him and eat your dinner”

Your dinner was left untouched and you noticed. You eyed Law long enough for your food to cool down for consumption instead of the molten temperature it was once at. You grumbled in defeat and stuffed your face with the food.

After you cleaned your plate with your own appetite, you did your mother a favor and clean the dishes that were once used for her delectable dish. You shook your soaked hands in the sink to semi-dry them out. You felt your mother place a kiss on your head.

“Tomorrow, I need you to grab some groceries and other essentials” Your mother cooed. Your expression, which was once pleased by her gentle kiss, darkened at her after basically saying her weekend was ruined with errands.

“It’s the weekend, Mom. Do you have any pity?” You jokingly groaned to the woman that was about to rest her busy head in her master bedroom upstairs.

“No, but you’ll always love this witch you call a mother” She smiled, reciprocating the same humorous demeanor that you initiated. You exhaled in laughter.

“Goodnight, hon. Don’t sleep too late. I love you” With that, she disappeared by the steps that lead to her sacred room.

“I won’t, Mom. I love you, too”

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✎ ❝ BOOM chapter 3!! FIRSTLY the gradient text is probably the best thing i ever did in this novel because it. is. GORG!!! speaking of, i hope you enjoyed the little music i added. a few moments ago i blogged how i made a playlist for the novel so i’ll definitely link it sometime soon. now that i revealed laws talent (and literally the whole reason i wrote this story LOL) there’s going to be more songs and duets between you and traffyyyy! again, tysm for the immense support i get all happy and giggly when i see anyone message me or like my stuff you don’t understandddd! lastly, since i uploaded 2 chapters today, i think imma skip a day from writing cuz WOO this was a lot. i also realized how easier it is to edit on my pc rather than my phone (｡´╹A╹｀｡) ANYWAY i love you guys SOSO MUCH STAY SWEETTT!! ❞

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[theflyingfeeling]

I can't write a comment under post for some reason BUT get well!! 💕💞 I myself overcame the disease this summer (Siberia..) so I can understand how hard and painful it is 🤒 I don't know if you believe in it or not, but I will make a manifest for your recovery!

Also, I would like to say that I like your fanfics so much like for real, your Olli/Allu fics are my favourite! It is your "cup of tea" for sure!

Sending lots of love and hugs through the screen, xoxo. 🥰🥰

oh, you're so sweet!! 😭 I could use the manifestation, I really want to get better already 🙏

thank you so much for saying that 🥺💖 I'm so happy you like my fics, especially the Olli/Allu ones, thank you for reading them <3 I swear I'll eventually try to write something else as well (if I get a good idea) but for now the brainrot is too deep for me to write much else😅 they're just so fucking cute together 😭💕

here's a cute lil' snippet of my WIP (chapter 2). consider it a Friday treat:

He didn’t know how he could even begin to explain exactly how much he adored Olli’s company and cherished every single moment they were together no matter what they were up to, so he snapped his mouth shut and hoped Olli knew anyway, at least in some sense. Maybe one day, in (hopefully) far future, when the band would no longer exist and they’d all be gone separate ways, he’d find the courage to write Olli an overly formal email or leave a drunken, incoherent voicemail on his phone where he’d spill all about the truthful nature of his feelings towards him, but until then, Aleksi had little to no other choice but to swallow all those words he really wanted to say to Olli. Such as you’re in my mind constantly and I’m going insane with how much I need you here and how much I want you.  Or I can’t remember the last time I woke up in the morning and my heart didn’t break a little when I realised I’m not on tour and you’re not next to me. I dream of you. I dream of us. I dream of running away with you, of leaving everything (except Rilla) behind me, even though I know that’s not how you would do things. But I can’t help it, because every time you pull me into a hug, you pull me into an alternate reality in which I won’t have to let go of you when Tommi honks his car horn and it’s time for you to go back home. A reality in which you’re mine to keep. 

(I realise that from this snippet one might get the idea Olli & Tommi are an item but no, that's not the case, Tommi's just his driver 🤭)

[billiejeannooneslover]

Character social presentation and conduct: Billie

Tagged by: @myriadxofxmuses​

Tagging: Whoever!

★  ⸻    𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 

“Salutations-I mean, Greetings, I mean-hi, I’m Billie.”

★  ⸻    𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕/𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐: 

“Salutations. Billie Cranston, at your service.” She might throw in a ‘PHd’ at the end if the person is annoying her-she does have a couple of them.

★  ⸻     𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎:  warm.  cold.  guarded.  welcoming.  friendly.  rigid.  skeptical.  judgmental.  chatty.  shy.  timid.  outgoing.  easily initiates conversation.  waits for someone else to begin conversation.  closed-off.  intimidating.  approachable.  cheerful.  internally wary.  externally wary.  small talk.  eager to become personable.  avoids overly personal topics and questions.  likes meeting new people.  neutral about meeting new people.  anxious when meeting new people.  dislikes meeting new people.

★  ⸻    𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜:  social butterfly.  wallflower.  stays close to those they know.  willing to branch out on their own.  comfortable.  thriving.  anxious.  wary.  hyper-vigilant.  observant.  self-absorbed.  attentive.  distracted.  disassociates.  overwhelmed easily.  extroverted.  introverted.  ambivert.  people watcher.  inclusive.  exclusive.  hospitable.  unapproachable.  charismatic.  purposefully attracts attention to themselves. unintentionally attracts attention to themselves.  charmingly awkward.  uncomfortably awkward.  suave. unassuming.  pretentious.  code-switching.

★  ⸻    𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝:  attentive.  distractible.  dominates.  listens.  well-balanced.  shares.  withholds.  keeps focus on the other.  likes to keep focus on themselves.  tries to keep a balanced exchange of attention.  opens up easily.  avoids vulnerability.  encourages vulnerability in others.  uncomfortable with displays of vulnerability.  rambles.  concise.  wordy.  swears casually.  swears conservatively.  never swears.  descriptive.  vague.  blunt.  flowery.  analogies.  wandering topics.  stays on topic.  meandering.  focused.  tangents.  reserved.  poised.  expressive.  easily ends interaction.  finds ways to continue interaction.  lingers until the other indicates they’re done.  anxious to fill silence.  comfortable with silence.

★  ⸻    𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍? -—– N/A

★  ⸻    𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:  colorful.  muted.  neutrals.  neons.  pastels.  academic.  office.  business casual.  casual.  business. formal.  camp.  conservative.  sensual.  bright.  dark.  frilly.  form fitting.  somber.  plain.  whimsical.  rigid.  monochromatic.  light academia.  dark academia.  alternative.  goth.  punk.  grunge.  pastel goth.  boho.  ethnic traditional.  modernized traditional. glamorous.  elegant.  experimental.  vintage.  artsy.  chic.  follows trends.  doesn’t pay attention to trends. vibrant.  practical.  sporty.  androgynous.  femme.  masc.  

★  what is a typical outfit for your muse:

(Side note to @myriadxofxmuses : She would totally toss one of Silas’ jackets over this if he let her XD)

★  ⸻    𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑e𝚢: If it’s someone she knows well, she’ll ask if they want to talk about it, or offer to do something with them to cheer them up. If it’s a stranger, she’d ask what was wrong, add that they didn’t have to talk about if they don’t want to, and just chill with them till they’re feeling better.

★  ⸻    𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝: She might call one of her closest friends, but a lot of times she reverts back to her high school days where she thinks everyone is too busy with their own thing to care. If you don’t hear from her, she needs to be checked on.

★  ⸻    𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎: Low-key and cautious most days, but hyper and rambly if she gets excited about something.

[cognitiveleague]

Agghhh I finally ordered a dress for my little sister’s wedding, which was fairly painless, and I was like ‘ok cool, she let us pick our own dresses within guidelines and I found one I love, I’m ok with the plan for hair, we have a plan to get my makeup done by the makeup artist’s assistant since I’m not very confident with makeup on account of I wear it like 3 times a year on a strictly when i feel like it would be fun for me to play with basis, I’ve made my peace with pretending like I’m not viscerally uncomfortable with the idea of a stranger interacting with my nails or cuticles long enough to accompany her on a little pre-wedding salon trip that will be fun and relaxing and affirming for her, bridesmaid-ing is going fine’

And somehow the point that’s thrown me is her requirements for the goddamn shoes

Like I’m not… visually the most overtly butch, a lot of the ways I’m GNC tend to be either related to queerness or to gender-coded interests or traits more than to appearance? I like my long pretty hair (even if I like think of my hair like… like long-haired prettyboys or renfaire dudes have long hair I know that it’s perceived as feminine), I like my curvy shape, I like long pretty skirts, I like being a bit of a mom / protective big sister friend

But I like casual and comfortable and low-key and not overly femme about it, I guess? I like my thrift store leather jacket and my super casual tank tops, I tend to prefer men’s deodorant and boxer-briefs and cologne, and like… femme formality and politeness have always come super hard to me, if at all?

And when I do femme-femme, there has to be something to make it relatable to me, I guess? My renfaire clothes are mostly skirts and fitted bodices and fluffy blouses and shifts, but like… it’s dress-up. It’s playing with presentation in a way that isn’t reliant on modern fashion, which has always felt alien and boring to me. It’s something I get to build in my own image, colorful and playful and queer and loud, and that makes it mine, and makes it ok?

But when my sister says the shoes need to be fucking *beige*

I swear to god I feel so dumb about this but I’m honest to god having a minor crisis about having to choose a pair of shoes and spend money on them when the criteria are “formal and femme, without even a bit of color to make you like SOMETHING about them”

Like even fucking. Champagne or rose gold or something I was prepared for, something understated and classy that would look good with the dress color, I get it, but fucking beige??? There is literally zero chance I already have something I can use, and zero chance I can find something that I’ll wear a second time, and I’m too broke to be buying shoes to wear just fucking once and I’m literally so uncomfortable even just trying to look at the options online they all look so uncomfortable and impractical and boring and I actively hate them all

Sometimes I wish I liked my long hair and hippie skirts a little less so I could present in a way that would read as more properly butch to other people and maybe the ones that aren’t generally dicks about queer stuff and therefore beneath my esteem anyway would back the fuck off a little about the compulsory femininity then??

[c-rose2081]

Starchild || 5. Between

(Disney Z-O-M-B-I-E-S)

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The sky was unusually bright.

A-Spen was used to traversing the universe; mapping section after section of stars, planetoids and asteroid belts. The Universe was tiny compared to what their people had achieved; and yet they still had yet to find a perfect planet to call home. They had come close a few times, but something was always in disagreement about it. To hot, to cold, to close to a black hole that would soon devour the planet anyway. The journey that had already taken them a thousand years was beginning to grate on A-Spen’s patience. They weren’t fond of being in charge of the Mothership’s next destination, but it was a duty they were honored to complete nonetheless.

“Older!”

Tuning away from the Nav-Screens mapping our their next course, A-Spen nodded at their two Youngers.

“A-Lan, A-Li. I was wondering where you two went. We have a lot of work to do here…”

“A-ddison is gone, A-Spen.”

A-Spen froze, blinking once, than twice as they observed their Family Unit.

“What?”

“She’s not in her quarters, or anywhere on the Mothership.” A-Lan added, “we’ve looked and scanned everything. She’s not here.”

“But that’s impossible,” A-Spen breathed, shaking their head to try and chase off the emotions pushing against their suppressors, “I ordered A-ddison to stay in her quarters until she got her head on straight. She wouldn’t disobey me.”

“Well, looks like she did,” A-Li snorted, placing both hands on her hips, “didn’t you two have a disagreement just this morning?”

“It was minor at best,” A-Spen insisted, “she’s still overly-emotional over the loss of her Great One. She needs to focus on our mission and put her emotions to the side.”

“Talking with you, A-Spen is like talking to a wall,” A-Lan admitted, frowning, “our Little One isn’t able to control how she feels like us. You know that. Her distress was tangible after your ‘minor disagreement’.“

“Are you telling me that this is my fault?” A-Spen snapped, their Family Unit glancing between one another as A-Li shrugged.

“We’re saying, that maybe you were too hard on her,” A-Lan admitted finally, “it has been rather unfair that she’s known so little about her parentage until now.”

“We should’ve told her about Earth earlier.” A-Li agreed, “than maybe she wouldn’t have run off.”

“I still don’t agree that this was my doing,” A-Spen grumbled, “but maybe your words have merit. Perhaps I was too formal in my decisions this morning.”

“So where is she?” A-Li asked, “if she’s not onboard. There aren’t many other places to go from here.”

“Mothership, bring up a map of the shuttle bay,” A-Spen ordered, turning back to their screens, “is one missing?”

“Yes. Shuttle 2 is missing from bay 6-B.”

“There’s our answer,” A-Lan sighed, “I never should’ve taught her to fly.”

“Mothership, can you determine the shuttles set coordinates?”

“Certainly, computing now…oh.”

“Oh?” A-Spen blinked, “what ‘oh?’. Mothership?”

“Shuttle 2’s emergency distress beacon was triggered. It is no longer functional.”

“No!” A-Li barked, “those beacons are only triggered if a shuttle…”

“Makes impact.” A-Lan finished, “A-Spen…that can only mean…?”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” A-Spen hissed, beginning to work the computers as fast as they could, “Mothership, impact coordinates.”

“Quadrant X9-17-47V. A spiral Galaxy, within a system of planets orbiting around a small yellow star.”

“Is the impact zone inhabited?”

“Yes. Our records show that the locals are humanoid in nature, and the planet is known as Earth.”

“Earth!” A-Spen snarled, slapping a hand on their wrist panel to turn off the emotional suppressors within, “son of stardust, A-ddison!”

“A-Spen,” A-Lan accused, eyes widening, “language.”

“The minute we touch down on Earth I swear…” A-Spen growled, the Mother’s core beginning to vibrate as it began a charge for hyperspace, “I’m going to kill her myself. Take off.”

And Mothership creaked as they shot off into the deep space, throttling towards the planet Earth in the guise of a shooting star.

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[ijwrsmff]

Hello there

This one is a bit lengthy but can i please get headcanons of the straw hats reaction to an admiral reader(gender neutral please) who quits the marine to join them, and is at first is distrusted but does something to gain theirs trust

I hope it's not too much trouble

It's no trouble at all! I really like this idea, it was a ton of fun to write! I hope you enjoy it ^^

Luffy:

He found you during a fight with the marines

He noticed...you were so much stronger than the marines you were fighting with

Maybe not strong in comparison to Luffy...but he was extremely powerful so comparing to him isn’t fair

He saw you deal what should have been a finishing blow to his crewmates…

But for some reason you never hit them hard enough to kill them

Down them, sure...but never kill

He makes quick work of the other marines, and approaches you with a smile

“Join my crew!”

You looked at him baffled

“Quit the marines and throw away all my hard work to become an admiral because some...kid thinks I would be a good match for his crew? No thanks.”

Luffy left it at that, but knew he’d see you again soon

You encountered him once more at a nearby island

“Is...is that offer still on the table?”

He grinned wide and pulled you by your hand to his ship

He couldn’t put his finger on it...but something was special about you

He just knew the crew would love you

After they get over their initial distrust that is

But Luffy? He trusted you already

No hesitation, he knew you had a good heart and that’s what really mattered

Zoro:

He didn’t trust you...at all

He would go silent when you talked to him, giving you the silent treatment

He didn’t trust the marines...how was he supposed to know you weren’t there as a spy?

You tried to talk to him a couple times...but he just pretended he was sleeping

One day, he was up in the crow’s nest training and you walked in

“Mind if we spar? It’s been a while since I was able to.”

Since you left the marines

He huffed but gave a firm “sure”

He didn’t go easy on you, which surprised him when you handled yourself fairly well

You parried his attacks, and gave a few good jabs of your own

He respected your strength

He still won...but he expected to beat you within seconds

Not minutes, nearly half an hour of sparring

From then on, he’ll make small talk with you

Every once in a while he’ll go to take a nap and he’ll pull you down to lay beside him

He also sits next to you at the dinner table, even helping you fend off Luffy when he tries to steal your food

Overall...he respected strength. And if Luffy chose you...you were here to stay

Once he starts to trust you, he’ll protect you at all costs

Nami:

She trusts Luffy’s decision...but that doesn't mean she has to trust YOU

She won’t go out of her way to be mean...but she won’t help you if it means bending over backwards

She interrogates you, wanting to know why Luffy had chosen you

After days of interrogation on and off...she thinks she sees why

You were unhappy in the marines

Sure...you managed to become an admiral...but the happiness you had hoped to feel just wasn’t there

She discovered that in the short time you’ve been on this ship, you’ve felt happier than you ever did in the marines

She’ll be nicer after that, slowly building up her trust in you

“Want me to show you how I chart the islands we go to?”

Even if cartography wasn’t your thing, you figured it would help get you closer to Nami

After that, you would spend hours upon hours with Nami

She can be very...very protective

So once she trusts you, any comments about you that weren’t warranted she’d defend you

She wants to get closer to you, and spends the majority of her time with you

Either sitting on the deck or working on her maps

She even tells Sanji off if he starts to bother you, making the hearts in his eyes break

She’ll protect you...and she knows in her heart you’d protect her too

Usopp:

He is so...so scared of you at first

You were an ADMIRAL

How could you just give up that position to join a crew?

Doesn’t trust you for a good long while

He’s convinced you’re a spy

He lets his imagination get to him, and that drives a wedge between you two

You don’t blame him...the situation is sketchy, but you were genuine

You would spend all the time needed to get the crew to trust you

After only being with them a short period of time...you trusted them with your life

And that’s never happened before

In the marines...people wouldn’t go out of their way to save another if it meant getting hurt in the process

During battle, you stepped in front of Usopp and took a harsh blow, forming a long slash across your chest

After that...he’s significantly nicer to you

He visits you in the infirmary and looks...troubled

“What’s wrong Usopp?” You give him a concerned look

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you save me...you’re hurt now. Because of me.”

You smiled at him...so he did care

This was a good first step

Maybe eventually you can become even closer

Sanji:

He’s reluctant to trust you at first, but Luffy seems to see something in you…

Just like he saw something in him

So he tries to get closer to you, even going so far as to not flirt with you

Not until he got to know you better

The first time he really began to see the trust between you building was a regular day

Nothing particularly special about it, except you went into the kitchen while he was cooking

“Mind if I help?” It was your attempt to get closer to him

“Of course! Here, I need this mixed.”

You cooked together in relative silence, small talking every once in a while

Overall it was...nice

It was a bonding experience and he cherished it

That day, he sat next to you at the dinner table

You gave him a wide smile, which he returned

He would defend you to anyone who spoke ill of you after that

He could be quite protective, and it showed

Especially to Zoro, who made comments about your being a spy (which only made Usopp and Chopper panic more about the situation)

“Hey marimo! They don’t deserve the bullshit you’re throwing at them. Back off.”

“What are you gonna do about it, shitty cook?” A smirk formed on Zoro’s face

Oh dear...it looks like they’re fighting again

You went to speak up, but Nami stopped you

“They get like this sometimes. Though it’s impressive how quick Sanji was to take the bait this time...I think he likes you.” She gives you a wink and your face flushes

Who knows what the future will bring...all you know? Is that you made the right choice to join this crew

Chopper:

He wants to trust you...he really does

But the nagging fear of you hurting his crew is at the back of him mind

He avoids you, not wanting to risk getting hurt

Once you get injured in battle...he realizes how unfair it was that he did so

“I’m sorry y/n...you’re hurt. Please follow me to the infirmary.”

He keeps it relatively formal, only talking when he needed to do something to check on you

“Would you...come back in a couple days so I can check on the wound and how it’s healing?”

You gave him a smile “yes doctor! Thank you!”

“Hehe you don’t have to thank me I don’t deserve your thanks I was just doing what I’d do for any of our crew!” He swayed back and forth, his paws on his face as he smiled

You could swear you saw flowers around him…

After that, he invited you to play games with him, Usopp, and Luffy

While Usopp was still reluctant, Luffy was 100% on board

“Come on y/n! Play with us!” Chopper smiled up at you and...well...there’s no way you could say no to his adorable face

So you joined in

It was fun...more fun than you thought possible to have

You laughed as Chopper tagged you, and you spun around picking him up in a hug

“Chopper...thank you.”

He smiled and laughed, “for what? Tagging you?”

You shook your head, putting him down

“No...for being a good friend.”

And he was, he was your best friend. You grew closer to him in the days following and you were certain you made the right decision

Robin:

She knows what it’s like to not be trusted by the crew initially...but at least with her it was one pirate to another

You were a marine

And not just a marine...but an admiral

She is reluctant to trust you, but will give you the benefit of the doubt

She spends a lot of time with you, gauging if you’re a threat to her crew or not

She would sacrifice herself for any one of them...you’re no exception

She almost thinks its her JOB to determine if you’re a threat or not

It wasn’t until your first battle together that she finds she trusts you

You give her a look, and she knows to use her devil’s fruit

You both coordinate perfectly together, and it shows your trust

She has only battled so flawlessly with her crew...which means you’re entirely one of them now

She will defend you from that fight forward, and stands up for you when the others express their doubts

“Y/n? Would you like to read with me?” She pats the spot next to her and smiled at you

“Of course! What are we reading today?”

The two of you grow closer and closer, spending hours upon hours just...enjoying each other’s company

She looks at your smile and knows...she would do anything to keep that happy smile on your face

Franky:

He doesn’t trust you...but he doesn’t...NOT trust you

He’s reluctant to get close, but finds it’s really easy with you

He’s newer to the crew, but he trusts Luffy’s judgement

So he doesn’t have any reason not to give you a chance

He’ll spend time with you, requesting you sit in his workroom as he works on a specialized weapon for you

Over that time, you make a lot of small talk

It brings you closer together

“Y/n! What do you think?” He’ll say holding up your now finished weapon “Pretty super, right? Don’t you just love it?” He has a look of pride on his face that makes you grin

You take the weapon into your hands and feel the weight is perfect

Not light, but not overly heavy either

“Thank you Franky!” You jump up to hug him and miss seeing his face turn a dark crimson

“O-of course! Anything for a crewmate!” He hugs you back, lightly as if he’s afraid he’ll break you

This makes you laugh, “Franky...I was an admiral remember? I won’t break from a hug!”

“Well then...take this!” He lifts you up, spinning you around in circles

You both laugh, pulling each other closer and closer

Once he sets you down you see the fleeting color of pink on his cheeks

You were sure your face mirrored the same color

He knows in that moment he would protect you

Even if you didn’t need it

Maybe...protect isn’t the right word

It sounds so...one sided

“I’ll protect you...will you protect me?” He looks sheepish, almost as if he hated asking

You lean up and kiss his cheek

“I’ll protect you Franky. I’ll protect all of us...this crew...it’s special.”

He nods, knowing exactly what you meant

“Then we’ll protect each other.”

And it was settled

Brook:

As soon as you stepped onto the ship he approached you

“Your name is y/n...correct?”

“Yup! That’s me!”

He leaned down so your…”eyes” were level with each other

“Can I see your panties?”

SLAP

“...is that a no?”

It’s safe to assume...he doesn’t judge you for being an admirable

Though seeing some of the crew be distant from you...it only motivates him to speak to you more

You looked tired after playing with the crew on deck, so he approached you

“Would you like me to play you a song to help you sleep?”

You stared wide eyed, not knowing he was the musician on the ship

“Sure! Would you...maybe be able to teach me how to play an instrument?”

“Which instrument would you like to learn?”

You hummed, “I’m not sure. I’ll get back to you on that.”

And so he played you a song

It put not only you, but Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper to sleep

He would have grinned if he could, and looked over his crewmates with love

As he finished the song he looked at you once again

“Sleep well y/n...I’ll see you tomorrow.”

[rawbin-but-mha]

HOW EVERYONE IN CLASS 1-A LAUGHS OVER TEXT

↳ Genres: fluff, comedy, gen ↰

↳ Warnings: I’m a bit mean to some of them as a joke, mild swearing ↰

↳ Notes: Bakugou is at the very bottom of this list purely out of pettiness and also I think it’s funny (also Mineta isn’t here because I don’t write for him) ↰

▹ EIJIROU KIRISHIMA ◃

Likes to send GIFs to show that he thinks something is funny, but if that’s not an option in whatever app he’s using, he’ll go for the “😂” emoji, or the “🤣” one if he thinks it’s really funny

Yes I know it’s a tragedy. But he’s still cute so it’s ok he can be a bit cringe sometimes. As a treat 

▹ SHOTO TODOROKI ◃

“That was funny. (ᗒ ᗨᗕ) I laughed. (^ц^ )”

As you can see, he uses a horrible mix of overly expressive emoticons and proper language. He gets the emoticons from Izuku. (The overly expressive emoticons from Izuku headcanon is completely stolen btw but I don’t know where I first read it, I’m so sorry about that jdjhsdiuh)

Sometimes he says “Haha.” and he means it as in he actually laughed but it always seems like he’s being sarcastic because of the period after 😭😭

▹ IZUKU MIDORIYA ◃

Uses “pfffff” and “hahahaha!!!” with an overly expressive emoticon such as ( ≧艸≦*) (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀) ٩̋(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)

Will also instead send stickers of animals laughing if he can

▹ DENKI KAMINARI ◃

Keyboard smashes. Will retype a keyboard smash if it just “doesn’t feel right”

Uses ”💀” or “😭” as well

If what the person he’s texting said was REALLY funny, he’ll send a voice clip of him just laughing so whoever said it can have proof he thought it was funny

▹ MINA ASHIDO ◃

Also uses keyboard smashes and the “💀” and “😭” emoji

Will also use phrases like “I-“ or “GIRL I CAN’T”

Occasionally says “LMAOOO”

▹ TSUYU ASUI ◃

Just plain old “haha”

▹ TENYA IIDA ◃

“I confess, what you just said was humorous.” or some other stupidly formal variation of just admitting he found a joke funny

▹ KYOKA JIRO ◃

“💀💀💀”

Very rarely says anything else, but may say “LMAO” if she does

▹ HANTA SERO ◃

Mainly “💀”, but does keyboard smashes sometimes as well

If he’s feeling spicy he’ll send a reaction pic of someone or something laughing

▹ FUMIKAGE TOKOYAMI ◃

“lol”

▹ OCHACO URARAKA ◃

“LOL”

You might get some “😂”s from her as well because she doesn’t know it’s cringe since she’s never really on social media sites

▹ YUGA AOYAMA ◃

I have no idea why so many people in this fucking class can’t just be normal, but he’s another one to say a goddamn sentence

“You have excellent taste in humour, I laughed（★￣∀￣★）”

▹ MASHIRAO OJIRO ◃

“Haha”

Very average, as usual 🙄 /j

…….. /hj

▹ MOMO YAOYOROZU ◃

“Hahaha!”

Might give you a GIF of a cute animated character (most likely an animal) if the texting service has a built-in gallery of them to send, like discord for example

▹ MEZO SHOJI ◃

“Lol”

Very minimal

▹ TORU HAGAKURE ◃

“Hahahah!!!”

▹ RIKIDO SATO ◃

“Haha” or “Lol”

▹ KOJI KODA ◃

Uses reaction pictures or GIFs of animals looking happy/like they’re laughing

Will not use any app that doesn’t have the option for him to send these GIFs unless he absolutely has to

▹ KATSUKI BAKUGOU ◃

Doesn’t ever laugh through text. He doesn’t want to admit anybody made him laugh

Closest to a laugh you’ll get is “SHUT UP”

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𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓾𝓹 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 [bnha headcanons]

what pick up lines do they choose to use when they're on a dare to hit on you? including: bakugo katsuki, kirishima eijiro, todoroki shoto, iida tenya, midoriya izuku, kaminari denki

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bakugo k.

cringes at all of the pick up lines he could find online, but uses the coolest ones he could possibly find... "coolest" according to the guy who nicknamed himself Great Explosion Murder God. shamelessly pulls them off.

─Something’s wrong with my eyes, because I can’t take them off you.

─ Do you want to commit a sin for your next confessional?

─Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?

─I’d like to take you to the movies, but they don’t let you bring in your own snacks.

─I think there’s something wrong with my phone. Could you try calling it to see if it works?

─If looks could kill, you'd be a weapon of mass destruction.

─What does it feel like to be the second hottest person in the room?

─Did your license get suspended for driving all these guys crazy?

kirishima e.

chaotic neutral energy, as always, kirishima has ZERO (0) shame and his confidence actually pays off "cringe" doesn't exist in his vocabulary. picks the manliest yet cutest lines he could find.

─Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.

─I was wondering if you’re an artist because you were so good at drawing me in.

─If you were a vegetable, you’d be a ‘cute-cumber.’

─The sparkle in your eyes is so bright, the sun must be jealous.

─Do you have room for an extra tongue in your mouth?

─Are you cake? Cause I want a piece of that.

─Did you hear of the new disease called "beautiful", I think you're infected.

─Your lips look so lonely... Would they like to meet mine?

todoroki s.

tries his best to find at least some smart pick up lines, knowing he couldn't find any that wouldn't be cringey. somehow manages to look cool and unproblematic

─You spend so much time in my mind, I should charge you rent.

─I swear someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes.

─They say nothing lasts forever—so would you be my nothing?

─Are you a time traveler? Because I see you in my future.

─Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.

─You must be tired from running through my mind all night.

─Do you have a bandaid? I scrapped my falling for you.

─If you were a triangle you'd be acute one.

midoriya i.

he suCks at picking lines, sucks at using them. at least isn't as bad at this as Iida. 30% probability of success, he's too cute OBVIOUSLY STUTTeRS

─You know, I’m actually terrible at flirting. How about you try to pick me up instead?

─I hope our love will be like the number Pi: irrational and endless!

─Even in zero gravity, I would still fall for you! (a/n: where my izuocha stans at)

─My mom thinks I'm gay, can you help me prove her wrong?

─Do you want to see a picture of a beautiful person? *holds up a mirror*

─You’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line.

─Remember me? Oh, that’s right, I’ve met you only in my dreams.

─Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?

iida t.

is so so bad at this,,, acting natural when assigned anything isn't an option for him his bad and corny choices of pick up lines can only prove how wholesome he is, although he obvs lacks some emotional intelligence in that matter uses formal speech ofc

─I just had to tell you, your beauty made me truly appreciate being able to see.

─You’ve got everything I’ve been searching for, and believe me-I’ve been looking a long time.

─Are you a magician? Because when I’m looking at you, you make everyone else disappear!

─Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes.

─I hope you know CPR, 'cause you're taking my breath away!

─If you were a library book, I would check you out.

─Are you an astronaut because I think you’re out of this world.

─If you were a tear drop I would never cry for fear of losing you.

kaminari d.

just like kirishima, he has no shame in his choice of words.  however,  there's a thin line between funny cringey and repulsive cringey and that's denki veeeery ambitious

─I can’t tell if that was an earthquake, or if you just seriously rocked my world.

─Any chance you have an extra heart? Mine’s been stolen!

─Are you an electrician? Because you’re definitely lighting up my night! (a/n: lmao ironic i love it)

─I think there’s something wrong with my phone. Your number’s not in it

─If I had to rate you from 1 to 10, I'd rate you a 9, because I'm the 1 you're missing.

─My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can't hold it in.

─If I followed you home, would you keep me?

─I am no criminal but would you mind keeping an eye on me?

special mention:

mineta m.

as expected, overly sexual..borderline offensive tries his best, but not for the best cause

─I was feeling a little off today, but you’ve turned me on again!

─I lost my keys... can I check your pants?

─Are you a trampoline? Because I want to bounce on you.

─Your clothes look so uncomfortable, why don't you let me help you take them off?

[quirklessidiot]

title : cigarettes and parfaits [1] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, super duper mild angst, slice of life, josei, bad comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, very,very mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT BECAUSE NANAMI DESERVES HAPPINESS)

Notes: after repeatedly giving you jjk angst, i have been very happy to announce that i am able to write something fluffy now. Yay! (Anyways this is based on the manga sesame salt and pudding, yall better read that. It’s just *chefs kiss*) also this may or may not be written ebcause of the amount of smoll nanami content i’m seeing around this site hmPH 

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The sound of your alarm blared at the crack of dawn, making you immediately jerk up in an unfashionable manner, you shouldn’t drink on Sunday nights. Good lord,  why did you even do that?-

Your thoughts are cut short though when you feel something, better yet, someone, next to you. It’s dark but you could definitely tell that whoever this stranger is, had settled himself quite comfortably by your side. You blink once then twice then slowly reached out to switch your lamp open to get a good look on who was next to you.

Thankfully, you’re still in your clothes from last night.

Also, who the fuck is this?

Your brows are furrowed together as you try to remember who this person was. Blonde hair and jaw so sharp that it could probably cut the vegetables on your kitchen counter, some fine lines littered his face as he wrinkled his forehead in his sleep.

The tie on his neck is loose as you slowly peered to observe him even more and for some odd reason that made your ears turn bright red as you check out his rather lean figure (he wasn’t overly muscular, he was just right)

“Oh shit.” You mumbled, snapping out of your daze, you had to focus! This was a stranger for crying out loud, “Who the-”

Before you could even say anything more, his eyes shot open and you’re greeted by chocolate brown eyes. You try to stutter out a reply, clearly in your frazzled state the only thing you could let out was, “What the fuck?”

“Oh, you’re awake.” his voice was deep and quite raspy, and daresay, it suited his rather sharp appearance.

Was this stranger awake this whole time that you were gawking at him under the dim light? Your ears turn even a brighter shade of pink. Was it just the heater or was this room getting hotter than it should be?

Yet despite your flustered state though, he thankfully remains oblivious, “Are you feeling any better?” he asks.

Despite his bland facial expression, there was a certain warmth in his tone and that made your heart beat quicken. It wasn’t everyday that you’d wake up to find a good looking older gentleman next to you after all, “I’m good…” You shyly replied, the confidence you had moments ago while you were cursing him was gone when you heard his soft tone, “I- sorry but who are you? What happened?”

He stares at you for a moment and purses his lips, “Nanami Kento.” he introduces himself briefly. From the likes of it, he seemed like a professional, “To be honest, I don’t have much recollection from last night due to the alcohol. When I woke up a few moments ago, you wouldn’t let go and I had no choice but to lay there and wait for you to wake up.”

You paled just a bit at his explanation and turned bright red right after, how embarrassing! Not only did you just embarrass yourself in front of this older gentleman awhile ago, you did something so unlike you last night! Thank god this ojisan was a lot more calmer than you. He didn’t even look that perplexed or annoyed by your state at all.

He runs his hands through his soft blonde hair after and lets out a low groan.

“D-Does your head hurt, Nanami-san?”

“Yes.”

“I-would you-” you tried to stammer a few words out yet you're immediately cut off by his phone ringing.

Right, boundaries. You shouldn’t overstep them since you already did so much last night to disturb him despite you two being so out of it. You watch him as he answers his cell phone in a quick and suave manner, all traces of hungover gone, “Nanami speaking.” He greets as soon as he answers the call, “I understand. Please try to help them out and I apologize for the inconvenience.”

He ends the call and stands up, tightening his tie. Despite him spending the night here, he still looked orderly and it’s so unfair because right now, you knew you looked like absolute shit with the alcohol and booze in your system.

“I have to take my leave now. I apologize for intruding.” he bows down formally.

You’re pretty sure you were the one who intruded, his actions makes you immediately stand up despite the throbbing headache which was definitely a wrong move because the moment you did, you felt your legs giving out.

Great.

“I-sorry, I would bow…” You tried to stammer out an apology, ears bright red once again, just how much could you embarrass yourself in front of this gentleman?  “Sorry for the intrusion too Nanami-san.”

He leaves without saying anything much to your relief and as soon as you hear your front door close, you scream right at the pillow.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” You muffled at the pillow.

Thank God you wouldn’t be seeing him ever again!

“L/N-sensei.”

You turn to find Maki and Megumi standing there, they were members of a rather elite family in Tokyo, Most often you avoided bumping shoulders with Megumi’s father since he was, well, quite a tease and although you do admit that Toji Zen’in is a very good-looking and fine man from a very good background, you couldn’t look past the fact that you taught his kids mathematics and there was a good fifteen year age gap between you two, “Hi there.” A warm smile dances on your lips, “Is this about the earlier math problem again?”

The question was directed to Maki, Megumi wasn’t one to ask questions about his lessons since he wasn’t fond of academics.

“Actually, it isn’t. Toji-ojisan says you should come to his birthday.” Maki shrugged, “He says his 40th birthday wouldn’t be complete if you weren’t there.”

Ah, that’s why Megumi didn’t want to go alone. The young boy’s cheeks are painted pink, clearly embarrassed by his father’s antics, “Ah,” You laughed, trying to play it cool. Despite his father’s relentless teasing, he had never made you feel uncomfortable. If he hadn’t been asking you out a few times, you’d consider him a friend, “Your otosan does love to joke around a lot doesn’t he, Megumi-kun?”

“I could deck him for you if you’d like, sensei. I swear that old man needs to realize that you’re way too young and good for him.” He mumbles the last part, clearly annoyed.

“Oh have you gotten married, L/N-sensei?” Maki cuts her younger cousin off suddenly, clearly surprised, “I thought you never had a boyfriend..or girlfriend...or a lover…”

“I- excuse me?” You sweatdrop, “Married, where?”

“Am I mistaken? You have a silver band on your ring finger at your left hand.” Maki points out, “Congrats sensei! It seems like Toji-ojisan won’t be bothering you anymore!”

You were too much in a frazzled state this morning that you hadn’t even noticed the ring band on your finger. You weren’t married, heck, you haven’t dated since college but where in the hell did you get this ring?

“L/N-san?” You’re snapped back to reality by a coworker, “We have two new enrollees, would you mind handling them since they’ll be added to your section?”

“Right,” You smile, “That’s my cue to leave. I’ll get going now. Enjoy your snack time.”

Before Maki could say anything more about the silverband on your ring finger, you scurried away to the faculty room, shaking that weird feeling off since you had to get back to work. 

Job first, ring later.

As you went in, two abnormally bleached pink hair stood out and you could immediately tell that they were going to be the new kids that you’d be teaching. You walk closer, realizing how much they looked alike despite the markings on the other.

“Hi, Good morning.” You greeted kindly, “You must be the new kids.”

“Ah,” the one with tattoo markings on his face gloated, “Aren’t you too bright?”

“Sukuna, shut up.” his twin frowned, “Sorry Sensei, My brother isn’t feeling so well since our ojisan had told us off before going to school.”

It seemed like the other twin would be a handful, nevertheless, you were still going to be his teacher so you let out a small smile, “It’s fine.” You waved off, “We all have bad days, don’t we? I’m L/N-sensei and I’ll be your homeroom and math teacher.”

“Hai.” The one without tattoos replied, enthusiasm leaking on his tone, “Itadori Yuuji and this is Itadori Sukuna, please take care of us.”

You watch Yuuji force his twin to bow down to show a sign of respect. For a high schooler, Sukuna and Yuuji’s parents seemed so lax, bleached hair and tattoos? That was definitely a first one on your list. You take a look at the data they passed and a small frown settles on your lips, it seemed like you had to take back the words you said earlier.

Both their parents had died a few years ago.

You cleared your throat and tried to put on the smile and enthusiasm from earlier, “I’ll be sure to introduce you to the class right after break and since it’s your first day I’ll be lax but please try not to go in late again.”

Yuuji’s grin remains the same as he agrees enthusiastically while Sukuna still looks mildly uninterested, something that you realize oh-so quickly that you’ll have to get used to.

After introducing the twins to the class, you settle on your desk at the faculty and peer at the ring on your finger. The only conclusion you could come up with was that this was from the older gentleman from the night before but why would he even give you a ring?

It didn’t even look cheap and it was surprisingly just your size, meaning it was definitely for you.

You inwardly let out a groan as you placed your hand on top of your eyes. God, you definitely needed to lay off the alcohol next time. You feel the phone in your pocket start to ring, peerlessly glancing at the unknown number. People really need to lay off the scam calls.

“Hello, I’m sorry I’m not-”

“Yo-ho, is this Y/N-chan?” The voice on the other line is so unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time.

“Uh, who is this?”

“Is your husband with you?” the voice sounds so playful and teasing that you almost ignore what he had just said earlier.

“E-Excuse me?” You sputtered out, cheeks turning red, “I don’t have a husband.”

“Huh…” the playful voice switches to disappointment, “Don’t tell me you forgot what happened with us last night, L/N-chan.”

You feel something bubbling on your stomach, oh no, this definitely didn’t sound good!

“I- wait, what? who are you? What do you mean? what happened?” countless of questions started to pile up in your head and out of your mouth, panic immediately engulfing you because for a prank call this guy sounded way too legit, confirming your irresponsibility the night before. 

“Silly Y/N-chan. How could you ever forget me? I’m such an important person! I’m Gojo Satoru, your witness from your wedding!” 

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[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

If you still haven't reached ur 25 requests limit, can I ask for the brothers hanging out with MC at a party when an old flame (of the brothers) approaches them and they get overly comfortable with them but because their old flame is drunk and they don't want to seem rude in front of everyone they tolerate them for most the night until it's time to go home and their old flame insists on the brothers escorting them home, and they feel like they can't say bc they are drunk, so the brothers walk them home and as they walk back to the house of Lamentation they call MC to apologize for the night and let them know nothing happened between them and their old flame when they took them home but MC seems unbothered by it and replies "you don't have to explain yourself to me, after all we're just friends and you're free to do whatever you want." Genuinely unbothered, but the brothers are because they thought they were dating considering they've been on a lot of dates as of recently and expected MC to sound jealous, so they basically tell MC that they are dating and MC is like "you never formally established our relationship, and if you want to be my s/o you're going to have to ask me to my face." How would they handle the situation? I hope it made sense... I know my request is pretty long just to get that out but I hope it okay! Good luck!

I don’t even know what to title this so uhhhh… 

Brothers When MC Doesn’t Think They’re Dating but the brothers think they are dating and… we’ll just jump right in alright here we go 

These got really long so... under the cut! 

Lucifer 

He didn’t expect to see them there, it had been so long he barely even remembered them until they came up to him. It had been decades… centuries even since he had seen the person, but when they came up to him he could tell they were visibly drunk. Now, Lucifer was an asshole, sure, but he couldn’t be rude to them, especially when everyone was watching him. He grinned and beared it, even when they were clinging to his arm, he didn’t brush them off. You weren’t around when it was time to leave and he thought that maybe you had just gone to the bathroom or something until his brothers told him that you had left a while ago. All he wanted to do was go back to the house and explain to you what had happened, but of course his ex would practically beg him to walk them home. He made it quick, making sure they got back to where they needed to be before zapping himself back to the House of Lamentation, making his way up to your room and knocking on the door and slowly opening it, seeing that you were already in bed. “That person… they weren’t-” You cut him off, laughing softly as you rolled your eyes at him. “You can do whatever you want, Lucifer. It’s not like we’re a thing.” He was confused, shocked even. The two of you weren’t a thing? “Of course we are.” You pushed yourself off the bed, walking over to him, staring him in the eye as you folded your arms across your chest. “If you really want to be with me, then you’re going to have to say it, not just assume it.” He smirked, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly in his own, his eyes serious as he stared deep into yours. 

“Darling, would you, officially, be mine?” 

Mammon 

Getting you to go to the party was something that he was immensely proud of. He had promised to stay by you the entire time, and he had stayed true to his word. Honestly, he didn’t want you to leave his side at all, he was always worried that your attention would sway from him, so he tried to keep you focused on himself. What he wasn’t expecting was for someone to grab his attention, not just his attention, but they physically grabbed him, pulling him away from you. He wasn’t like Lucifer, and he had his fair share of exes and flings, so it took him a while to remember who exactly they were. Their lingering lips against his neck sent the memory coursing through his brain, and he quickly pulled back with a flushed face. He didn’t want to be rude, but he also didn’t want to upset you. It was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place, he didn’t have it in him to actually be rude, so he put up with them, allowing them to drunkenly follow him around the party as he looked for you. “Oi, where ya goin’?” You were already heading out the door, not only that, but you were still smiling. Were you not upset at all that his ex was hanging all over him? That didn’t make any sense. When they asked for him to walk him home, he reluctantly obliged, he still had an image to keep up with the public, but the entire time his mind was on you. As soon as he dropped them off, he started racing back to the house, pulling out his phone to call you. “Y/N. Why’d ya leave early? I swear, they mean nothin’ tah me. Yer the only one for me, ya know that, right?” Of course, that wasn’t the only reason he called, he also wanted to make sure that you made it back to the house in general. He would have hated himself if anything happened to you. But he also needed you to know that there was nothing going on. “Oh… okay? I just went back to study, it was getting late. I didn’t care.” He froze up, his heart sinking a little. “Whadda ya mean ya don’t care? We’re datin’, right?” Please say yes. All he wanted to hear was a simple yes, to validate his own thoughts and his feelings. “Uhm… no? You never said that we were.” You were right, he hadn’t. He didn’t waste any time, quickly sprinting back to the house and barging through your bedroom door and pulling you from your chair into his arms. 

“Yer the only one I wanna be with, I want to be with ya all the time… whadda ya say?”

Leviathan 

Parties weren’t his thing. Leaving his room wasn’t his thing, and if he had it his way he would just stay in his room all day with you. As life would have it though, Asmo had invited everyone in the house to a giant party the Levi didn’t even know what it was for. He was practically dragged out of the house, and the only reason he even allowed himself to be dragged out was because you were going. You looked amazing and he didn’t want anyone else looking at you, so he kept you close, his arm wrapped around you tightly as he moved you through the crowds, making sure that no one else even touched you. He heard his name, drunkenly called out from across the room and he tried to ignore it, smiling softly down at you, hoping that you weren’t mad at him. Then he felt something, someone, wrap their arms around him, causing you to pull away. “W-Wait, Y/N!” He tried to call out to you, but the music was so loud and you had already walked away. He finally looked down, realizing who the person was immediately and wanting nothing more than to grab you up and run back to the house, but he couldn’t. Lucifer would scold him for being rude, and he really didn’t want to deal with that, so he put up with it, putting on a fake smile all while internally screaming because you weren’t right there next to him. He was already irritated that he had to come out in the first place, you had gone off somewhere and he didn’t even know where you were at this point, and now his ex was asking him to walk them home. Of course, the one person that he’s been with within the last eon would be at the party too. He couldn’t say no though, it would cause an unwanted and unneeded altercation. He made it quick, pulling out his phone before even saying bye to them so he could call you. “Y/N… a-are you mad at me? Did you already go home? Are you alright?” He could barely even get the words out, he was worried and upset with himself for even letting this happen. He should have just stayed home, he should have just kept you there with him. “Why would I be mad, Levi? I’m fine. I’m about to go to bed.” Fine? You were fine? How could you be fine? Were you not even slightly jealous? Sure, you had no reason to be, but he would have been jealous if what had happened to him happened to you. “Well I… I just thought that… since we… you know… we’re… you’re my... “ He heard you laugh on the other line and almost died. “Oh… am I? Are we? You never told me that.” He didn’t know he actually had to tell you, he thought that he showed it enough. The rest of the way home he thought of how he would tell you, his heart racing so fast that it felt like it was going to burst through his chest at any moment. He felt like an idiot, an absolute fool for assuming that the two of you were already dating. He had to set things straight though, he needed you to be his. He walked into your room, his face already burning bright red as he sat on the edge of your bed, too nervous to even look at you as he spoke the words. 

“I-I really like you… Y/N… and… I want us to be… t-together….” 

Asmodeus

Of course he was going to the party. He didn’t really mind if you went or not, but he wanted you to go so he could show you off. He had been telling all of his friends about you and they all wanted to see you, so when you agreed to go to the party he was beyond excited. “This is going to be SO fun, Y/N! You’re going to love it!” The party itself was honestly just a bunch of people at a club, and you weren’t sure if there was even an occasion for celebrating, but everyone seemed to be having a good time. His hands were on you the entire time, moving his body against yours to the rhythm of the music, and you were pretty sure that this was as close to sex as two people could get in public with their clothes on. The loud squeal rang in your ear from behind him and then you felt the force of someone running at him, pushing the both of you forward as their arms wrapped around him. He didn’t seem fazed by it, he kept his hands on you as he turned around, giving this person his famous Asmo smile as they pushed themselves closer to him, their lips trying so desperately to land on any visible skin which he quickly dodged each and every time. You quickly moved out of his hold and nodded to him. “I’ll be heading home now. Clubs aren’t really my thing. I’ll see you back at the house.” He turned to you, still dodging kisses and politely swatting away their lingering hands. He was trying to find any type of hidden emotion, maybe jealousy, anger, something that would show him that you were possibly upset by the way this other demon was hanging on him. There was nothing, and he assumed that maybe you were just trying to be polite. His eyes followed your form as you moved through the crowds of people, watching as you walked out of the club, walked away from him. At that point he didn’t even want to be there anymore which felt kind of strange to even him. It just wasn’t fun without you there, he felt no need to even be out. What was even more strange was when he actually decided that he wanted to go home, he wanted to be with you. He nodded to his ex, who wasn’t even really an ex, more like a one night stand, trying his best to be polite as he shrugged them off, only to feel them basically tackle him again. They wanted him to walk them home, of course they did, and he was forcing a smile now, quickly leading them out of the club and back to their place. He pulled out his phone, expecting a text from you, but for once, his phone had no notifications at all. He sighed heavily, making his way back to the house to talk to you. This wasn’t a conversation to have on the phone, he needed you to know what had happened, or more like, what hadn’t happened. “Y/N, are you asleep already?” He hoped not, and he let out a breath of relief when he heard your voice from behind the door, quickly opening it and walking in to sit next to you on the bed, smiling proudly when he saw that you were in the process of doing your night time skin treatment. “I know what you’re thinking, but, I promise, pinky promise even, that I did nothing with them.” You looked up at him, laughing quietly before shaking your head. “That’s not what I was thinking at all. I wouldn’t have cared, you do you Asmo.” You went back to rubbing the lotion over your legs, still laughing to yourself, but he didn’t think this was funny at all. He didn’t even know what could have been funny. “Wait. Am I missing something? Did we break up? I don’t remember…” You looked at him, your eyebrows raised and your eyes wide, trying to hold back from laughing even harder. “We were… never together?” His mouth fell open, did you really not know that the two of you were dating? He tried to remember asking you out, but he realized that he never actually did it. He takes a deep breath, finally letting out a small giggle as he places his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly. 

“We’re together now, Y/N. There we go! That’s better, isn’t it? You have nothing to be worried about. I’m all yours!” 

Satan 

Why he agreed to go to a party was beyond him. Someone must have asked while he was reading and he only agreed to shut them up, that had to be it, because he wasn’t having a good time, at all. The only thing, the only person really, that was keeping him from leaving already, was you. You seemed to be having a good time, and he liked seeing you happy, it made him happy as well. He was about to make his way across the floor to you, getting slightly antsy when he saw two demons come up to you and start talking, and, even though you didn’t seem scared or even bothered by it, he was. The voice, he knew it, and it made him physically cringe when he heard it, hoping that maybe they’d leave him alone, but he could hear that they were drunk and he knew they were coming right at him. Due to him being the Avatar of Wrath, many would think that he would have just blown them off, not really worrying about public image, but it was quite the contrary. Sure, he was annoyed, irritated, and the paper thin shred of patience that he had in the first place had finally completely disappeared, but he was very good at keeping his composure in situations like this. Plus, they were drunk so it would be useless and a waste of his energy to push them away, they’d just come right back to him. His eyes were trained on you the entire time though, and he wanted you to know that nothing was going on. The last thing he needed was an argument over this, so he pointed to the person before twirling his finger next to his temple, basically signing to you from across the room that they were drunk and crazy. Big brain Satan at work. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to give him a thumbs up, visibly laughing before pointing to your wrist and mouthing to him that you were going home. Why were you leaving? Were you upset? He tried to move away from his ex, but they moved with him and he was getting slightly jittery, wanting to follow you and make sure that you weren’t mad at him. “I have to go now.” He said sternly, but then they asked to be walked home and he couldn’t just say no. Well, he could have, but then he’d seem like a bad person and he didn’t want you to think that he was like that. He made it quick, not wasting a second before pulling out his phone and dialing your number, not even waiting for you to speak before he began talking. “You left early. Are you upset with me? I assure you, there was nothing between them and I. I just had to walk them home.” There was silence from your side for a couple seconds before you responded. “I was tired. I don’t know why you’re explaining yourself to me. It’s not like we’re dating or anything. I gotta go to bed now, see you in the morning.” You hung up the phone and he didn’t even know what to think, he wouldn’t have known what to say if you stayed on the line. He got back to the house, going straight to your room and turning on your lights, not really caring that you were already sleeping or that you seemed pissed at the intrusion. “What did you mean when you said we’re not dating? I thought we were. I took you on those dates to the library and the cafe…” He was honestly so confused. Were you using him? He wouldn’t allow that. You rolled your eyes, letting your head fall back on the pillow, groaning quietly. “You never asked, Satan. Assuming doesn’t count.” You were right… he hadn’t asked, but he wasn’t going to waste another second. 

“Y/N, I want you to be with me. My life without you would be like an empty book, all paper and no writing. Do you want to be with me?” 

Beelzebub 

The game had been won, it called for celebration. He was the star player, of course, so that made him the most sought out person in the room. Everyone was hanging on him, circling around him like bees around their hive, and he wasn’t bothered by it, apparently it was normal. He spotted you in the crowd, trying to shimmy through everyone and make your way to him. He excitedly waved to you, trying to meet you somewhere in the middle so you didn’t get trampled on, you looked so small in the sea of people, but he was so happy to see you, and you were the only person he was looking for. He was almost there, just a few more steps and he’d be able to grab you and hug you, and that only made him more excited as well as impatient. He wasn’t expecting for one of the cheerleaders to jump in front of him, not just that, but jump into his arms as well. He instinctively caught them, but once he realized what was going on he looked back to you. His mouth hung open as his mind went through what you might be thinking, but you only smiled, shaking your head and turning back around. Were you crying? He felt awful, terrible. This isn’t what he wanted at all. He wanted to celebrate his big win with you. “I’m sorry, I need to get back home. I’m pretty tired.” He spoke softly to them, setting them down on the ground, catching them before they could stumble over. Of course they were drunk. He didn’t have the heart to leave them alone, not when they weren’t in the right state of mind, but he also didn’t want you to go back home and assume that he was doing anything behind your back. The cheerleader had been an ex of his, and it only made the entire situation seem even worse in his mind, his thoughts were eating away at him. He needed to get home, but he couldn’t leave his ex there, not when they were drunk, someone might take advantage of them, and no one deserves that. “I’m taking you home, alright?” They didn’t even have to ask, he was going home and so were they, and then he would set things straight with you. He dropped them off, making sure they got into their house before sprinting, literally sprinting, back to the house. He knew he would make it there in a matter of minutes, but he didn’t want you to wait that long, so he grabbed his phone from his pocket and called you. “Hey Beel. How’s the party going?” You seemed so calm, which both made him happy and confused at the same time. He’s glad that you’re not upset but… shouldn’t you be just a little bothered that there was another person in his arms? “I’m actually on my way home right now. I didn’t want to be there if you weren’t there too. I wanted to celebrate with my (boy/girl)friend…” He heard the fridge close on your end and then the sound of a chair scraping across the floor before you started talking. “Oh? Who’s that? Was that the person you were holding?” What? Now he was more confused. Were you joking? He didn’t really think it was funny, it actually made him sad. “No…? You are. Aren’t you?” Silence, the silence was the worst part for him. Why were you hesitating? It was a simple question. Yes or no. “I didn’t know it if I was. You never said anything about it. If that’s what you want, I’d like it if you asked straight to my face though.” He ran through the front door, going straight to where you sat in the kitchen, a big smile on his face as soon as he saw you. 

“I’m sorry for not asking, Y/N. Would you like to go out with me?” 

Belphegor 

The fact that he actually got out of bed to go to a party is wild, but once he got there he dragged you to the comfiest surface and laid his head on your lap and somehow managed to fall asleep, even with all the commotion going on around him. “Belphie, I have to use the bathroom.” Not just that, but your legs were falling asleep and you needed to stretch them for a second. He hesitantly lifted his head from your legs, whining quietly because now he was awake and you were leaving. He watched you make your way to the bathroom, making sure you got there without anyone stopping you or talking to you or even looking at you in general. The seat shifted next to him and he side eyed the person, letting out a disgusted groan when he realized who it was. He scooted over a little, trying to get away from them, but they only scooted closer. When you came back from the bathroom he was about to tell you that he didn’t know that person at all, even though they were touching all over him and saying his name, he didn’t know them. He thought you’d be upset, he sure as hell would have been if he came back and saw that, but you only nodded, smiling to the person and then to him. “Cool, you have company. I’m gonna go dance for a bit.” Hold up… that was… that’s not what he wanted. That was the complete opposite of what he wanted. “No no no no!” You were already too far to hear him, he didn’t like that at all, so he moved across the floor until he reached you, becoming more and more annoyed when the person followed behind him. They were like a leach, and he wanted nothing more than to tell them to get away but he didn’t want to cause a scene, not right now at least. “They won’t leave me alone…” He tried to whisper to you, but you only laughed, shaking your head. “You’re going home? I… I can’t hear you!” He heard you clearly though, and he quickly nodded, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the exit. He looked behind him, hoping that the person had been left behind and he’d be able to just go home and fall asleep with you. He almost jumped when he saw the person, not only that, but they were really close. Their speech was slurred and their breath smelt of Demonus as they asked him to walk them home. “Fine. Y/N, are you coming?” Please say yes, please say yes. You looked at him as if he was crazy, snorting quietly and shaking your head. “No thank you. I’m not into that.” You went the other direction, walking back towards the House of Lamentation as his ex dragged him down the street. It took him a bit to figure out what you meant, but about a block away from their house it finally hit him. He pulled his hand away from them, groaning even louder now as he pulled out his phone, calling you quickly as he walked faster, wanting nothing more than to get back to you. He heard you pick up, the sound of your breathing in his ear let him know that you were about to speak, but he wouldn’t let you, not before he said what he needed to say. “I just need you to know that I’m not cheating. I would never do that.” He saw their house coming up, practically pushing them towards it as he turned around, waiting for your response. “Oh… Well that’s… it’s not cheating, Belphie. We’re just friends.” He pulled his phone away from his ear for a second, giving himself a second to let what you said sink in. “Uhm, no we’re not. You’re mine, obviously.” “Yeah, no… you can’t just say that over the phone. You’re gonna have to come back and tell me that.” He hung up, making his way back to the house and storming into your room, pulling you out of your bed and dragging you up to the attic. 

“You’re mine, Y/N. Only mine… okay?”