#I wasn’t asking u to get down on one knee boy damn

[chillgorl]

guys I expressed genuine emotion again 🤮

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Hi can u please write about domestic life with Bills Eric Draven? Can there be fluffy and smutty moments? Tyyyy

Boy can I??? I’d be DELIGHTED. His domesticity is all I think about. He’s the sweetest, kindest and most loving bf and you can’t change my mind. I got a little carried away! Hopefully this is what you were wanting! Enjoy doll!

Bf!Eric x gf!reader. Explicit sexual content under the cut, minors dni, oral (f receiving), p in v. brief mentions of drug use, mostly fluffy relationship stuff

It wasn’t entirely easy. You and Eric. The circumstances under which you met and the nature of the both of you was quite dysfunctional. You were chaos, and he was a mess. But it worked. The two of you. You worked perfectly. You weren’t sure what it was, you had never been able to maintain a healthy relationship with anyone. But it was almost like you were meant to be together. If you didn’t believe in the whole soulmates thing, you started to believe it when you met Eric.

He was so unreal, so out of this world. He was always by your side, fingers laced with yours, arm thrown over your shoulder. He always had to be touching you, whether it was something as little as holding your hand, or going as far as putting you in a matting press when he fucked you, because he hated the idea of not being as close to you as possible. He never meant to, he didn’t even know what it was. He just did it one day. Your knees damn near next to your head, your body nearly folded in half as he draped his body over yours. You didn’t even know your body could bend this way. But god this you like it. How deep he could be this way. And you had him so close you could hear his little sounds, his hard breathing and his soft grunts.

He always felt a little bad, manhandling you around like you were nothing. If he wasn’t bending your body in ways you didn’t think were human, he was putting you in a headlock as he took you from behind, one arm draped around your neck from shoulder to shoulder. He just wanted you close, afraid you’d run away. But he sometimes forgot to take it easy on you. You always assured him you were more than happy with him, that he wouldn’t hurt you. Deep down it made you all kinds of earn to know you could arise such passions from him. For someone so morbidly quiet and nonchalant, Eric was very intense and passionate lover.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you. You’re doing so good.” He would tell you, his voice soft and quiet in your ear, grounding you as his cock fucked you into nothing. “I just want to make you feel good, hm? Just want to make you feel good. That’s what you deserve.”

“I don’t deserve this. You’re too good for me.” He would say, his lips on your cheek as quiet moans spilled from your lips. “You’re just so… I can’t believe you’re all mine.” His name falling from your lips would be the end of him. So soft and desperate for him. He didn’t have much experience before you, but now he just can’t get enough of you. He wanted to be all over you at all times it actually upset him when you had to leave or when he did.9

But he was also oh so kind, so gentle and patient with you. He always followed you around like an oversized puppy, quietly listening to whatever tangent you would go on about. You could be cursing up a storm (albeit not directed at him) and he would take it with a straight face and big eyes. And it was often that nothing more but his presence would calm you down, center you.

“How do you do it?” You asked him one day, hot tears staining your face after a day of one stressor after another. Eric had managed to get you on the couch where he silently sat you down on his lap. You almost immediately curled up into his lap, legs tucked under you and your head on his chest. You felt an almost instant sense of relief and peace fill you, and you were sighing deeply, feeling your heart slow its fast beating.

“Do what?” He asked you softly, his fingers massaging your head calmly. You rested your hand on his chest, eyes closed.

“This. You calm me down. I was crying two minutes ago and now I feel… okay.” You felt him shrug under you and when you looked up he had a smile on his face. That smile could make you forget any grief or sadness you might have, because none of it really mattered.

But it wasn’t just him who could bring you peace, you were his, too. His lows weren’t as intense or visible as yours, but when he was at his low, he was at an all time low. He wouldn’t speak, he wouldn’t eat, he would just go about his day like a corpse, eyes dead and empty and his mind elsewhere. You understood he had his issues too, so you tried to be there for him without pushing him. You were more subtle. You’d make him dinner, you’d invite him to watch a movie with you. And you’d tangle up with him on the couch as you all but forced him to eat, and you’d talk to him about your day. But something so small always meant so much to him. He couldn’t help the way he felt, he couldn’t help his negative thoughts that drove him to do drugs in the first place, but having you around to remind him someone in this world loved and cared for him, it made it all a little bit easier.

Eric started to bring you flowers one day. Every week once a week, he could come home with your favorite flowers. He alternated colors. With a sheepish smile he’d stand in the doorway with his hands behind his back. And the way he would look at you when gushed about how pretty they were was like he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world, the only one that mattered. And to him you were. Seeing that smile on your face was the only thing he ever wanted to do.

“You like them?” He would ask as if it wasn’t obvious, but he’d do it just to hear you giggle and watch you all but skip to put them in water. “Yeah? I saw them and thought about you.”

He always thought about you. There wasn’t a single waking second where he didn’t. You were good for him. And he knew that. He didn’t need anything else to fill the emptiness in his chest because he had you. You had filled that hole and he made sure you knew that everyday.

Eric had many ways to show his love and devotion for you. He wrote you poems, he drew for you, you had so many sketches you have started to run out of places to hang them, but this one was by far his favorite. He could spend literal hours between your legs. He absolutely loved it. He was absolutely obsessed with it.

“E-Eric.. Please.” You were shaking, sweating, incoherent as his tongue circled on your clit, his long fingers fucking you through your, fourth, fifth? You stopped keeping count. He had been down there for an eternity. He just kept asking for one more, just one more and he’d leave you alone. But it wasn’t enough. He was quite obsessive with the things he wanted.

But he figured he’d have to give you a break eventually. He was also painfully hard.

“I’m sorry baby.” He muttered softly as he crawled up your body, using the back of his hand to wipe the mess you had made, but his plush lips were still bright red and glistening. “You know I get carried away sometimes… You’re just so..”

He would kiss your face, brush your hair, soothe you back into a functioning human being. It wasn’t often that Eric vocalized his thoughts, but in moments like this when he felt safe and comfortable enough to be vulnerable, he would tell you all about how pretty you were, how talented you were, how much he loved you.

Eric was always full of surprises. He was quiet and nonchalant, but he was impulsive. You learned that very quickly.

“Baby?” You heard Eric call out to you as he came into the loft. You sat on the computer as you listened to one of his recordings. He had asked you to help him out since he really wanted to start pursuing his music and art now that he actually had someone that supported him.

With a smile, you took your headphones off and went to greet him, but you immediately frowned when you saw him hold something wrapped up in his hoodie.

“Hey, whatcha got there?” You stood up, approaching him with narrowed eyes as he broke out a smile.

“I’m sorry. I just found it, I just.. I felt bad.” He pulled down his hoodie to reveal a precious little kitten. A black ball of fur coating its little face. Your heart immediately sank and you wanted to cry.

“Oh my god, Eric.” You took the kitten into your hands and your eyes started watering as you hugged it. Eric wasn’t sure what to make of your reaction. Did you hate it? Were you upset?

“No, baby, I’m sorry. I found it outside, it’s kinda cold and it was drinking from a puddle. I didn’t want a car to hit it. We don’t have to keep it if you don’t want to, we can take it to a shelter or something.” He started to mumble, a hand coming to rub the back of his head and his lips fell open when he saw a tear fall down your cheek. He approached you, reaching to grab your face. “Please don’t cry.”

“No… No Eric I’m not..” You sniffled, laughing softly through your tears as you leaned into Eric’s chest while still hugging the now purring black ball of fur. “I’m not upset at all. It’s just… I’ve never had my own pet before. And it’s so cute, can we keep it, please? It’d be our little child.”

The way you looked at him with big pleading eyes made him feel so warm, he never thought he’d feel something like this. He smiled, nodding as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Of course we can keep it. He’s kinda cute, right?” Eric chuckled as he scratched the little one’s head.

“Or she.”

Your little ball of fur wasn’t the only thing you and Eric shared. You got so many matching tattoos it was concerning. Your friends and family had even told you it was odd to get tattoos with a guy you had been dating for only a few months. But it didn’t matter to you. You didn’t know why, but deep down you knew your connection with Eric was out of this world. So what were a couple tattoos? You loved that you had a physical reminder of your connection with him. The feelings deep within your souls were forever marked on your skin, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Truth was, Eric loved tracing each and every one of your tattoos. He traced his fingers over the fine lines, traced the words, he traced his lips over them too. He particularly loved the ones on your back and on your stomach, the ones no one but him could see. They were his little secret.

You matched each other perfectly, in every way.

[too-deviant]

pick me up?

with…LUKE CASTELLAN!

contains…frat boy!luke, fwb!luke, boxer!luke, 18+ CONTENT, oral (f receiving), mildly public sex, dry humping

The rarity of receiving a text from Luke before midnight was not lost on you.

And yet, when your phone vibrated on your desk at eight-thirty, you picked it up and swiped carefully into the chat like it was the norm. You only recognised the oddity of the situation when Luke’s text didn’t read anything along the lines of u up? or come over?

can u come pick me up? 

trav drove me here but left like an hour ago and i have no ride

He dropped his location the moment your read receipt appeared on his screen, and you recognised the boxing gym a few blocks south of your apartment shining at you from under that damn red pin. You asked him why, but continued to slide your uggs on nonetheless, ignoring your roommate’s questioning gaze with a wave of your hand and a, “Be back later.”

You only began to question your actions when you reached the first red light. In the weeks you had known each-other, you and Luke communicated solely after the witching hour – when the only light came from his car and the only sound came from deep in the back of your throat. There was the occasional drunken makeout at any of his frat parties, but never had he asked you for a ride. 

Although, you would give it to him; his car wasn’t in the lot when you pulled up. You barely made out his silhouette when your headlights flooded the front window, and he was gone when you turned your car off. You weren’t expecting him to respond to your i’m outside – you never responded to his. But after five minutes of waiting, you huffed a sigh and relented to his clear intentions. 

The inside of the gym was as expected – cold from the AC, but warm from the residual body warmth. A ring in the middle of the space, several punching bags and other equipment you couldn’t name. Footfalls pulled you from your stupor, and your eyes drifted to where Luke’s familiar figure was exiting the locker room a few feet to your left. 

His compression shirt hugged him in all the right places – the bulging of his biceps and outline of his abs a refreshing change from the loose hoodies and baggy team jerseys he usually wore whenever you met, leaving everything to your imagination. He was in his usual grey sweats, and you applauded the consistency, always down to admire the way they hung low on his hips – the urge to tuck your fingers under the band was prominent, but you held back in favour of watching him pull off his gloves and flex his fingers in such a way that must’ve been on purpose. 

“You needed a ride?” While the circumstances of your meetup were out of the ordinary, you kept to the usual sarcastic comment. More often than not did you mutter uber for one? whenever you climbed into his car – and just like clockwork, Luke rolled his eyes and smirked at you through his bottom lashes. You weren’t stupid, and he was well aware. 

“Totally.” Was his muttered response.

“None of the other fifty guys you live with were available?” 

His hands wrapped comfortably around your hips, pulling you ever-so closer, “None of the guys I live with have lips like yours.”

“They don’t?” You pouted, hands wrapping around his shoulders and sliding up his neck, “But I swear me and Connor use the same lipgloss.”

He chuckled lowly, arms tightening around you until he could lift you up and spin you around, sitting you down on an empty table you assumed was for gloves and tape. A gasp ripped through you at the sudden movement, fingers tightening around him for balance – Luke simply sidled between your thighs and rested his hands gently on top of them. 

He kissed you, deep and slow, and you allowed yourself to get lost in it – so lost that you barely registered it when he went for the waistband of your shorts. You just used his shoulders as leverage, mouth still on his, and let him slide them under you and discard them on the ground. 

He pulled away from you, knees already buckling and mouth latching on to your shirt as he went further down, “Not those ones.”

Your fingers tangled perfectly in his curls, coiling through their humid wisps and tightening when he pushed your underwear aside and licked a stripe from deep below your vulva all the way up to your clit, latching around it and doing that thing he always said he’d do if you were good enough. Your mewl was amplified by the echo of the empty space, and the table rocked only briefly before Luke’s hand was on your stomach and pushing you to a laid back position. 

The way he suckled at you, dipping his tongue into you for a brief moment only to come back out and swallow around you. Your legs found their way around his head and he groaned deep into your cunt, dropping fully onto his knees and yanking you slightly with him. You gripped the edge of the table out of instinct, but your fingers found their way back to his hair in no time, the peak of your orgasm creeping up on you slowly.

You barely murmured a, “Oh – Luke, I’m gonna…” Before your ankles locked around him and you were shoving him hard into you. He took it like a champ, letting you ride it out and slide yourself across his face and nose until you couldn’t anymore, hips stuttering and dropping back onto the table. 

You caught your breath, and he stood. Luke always did this; watched you. You felt weird about it at first, but soon enough got used to his gaze keeping you warm while the heat between your legs settled and the huffs of air escaped your parted lips. You met his eyes and held out your hands, allowing him to pull you up into a seated position. 

“Been thinking about you all day, didn’t have time to go home and shower.” He pushed your hair away from your face, unsticking it from your forehead, “Plus I really did need a ride.”

It felt intimate – too intimate for a guy who’s text chain in your phone was the same two word question and one word response on repeat every couple of nights. So you avoided his gaze, suddenly heavy, and pulled him even closer, grinding your wet crotch against the tent in his pants and making it impossible for him to not take you right then and there.

"God -- damn." He grunted into your neck, face dropping. His hands settled around your back, venturing up your shirt and smoothing the planes of your spine. He brought them around to grope your tits, and you hummed in satisfaction at the feeling.

Your hips started to grind, and your own hands flattened on his ass so you could push him into you at a languid pace. Your wet rubbed all over him, staining the grey of his sweats dark, but he didn't seem to mind and took over his own movements.

The feeling was euphoric, and the overstimulation had you biting down on his shoulder, but Luke was moving fast t and uncoordinated, chasing his own high with a series of moans into your mouth once he found his way back to it. His hands stayed on your breasts, squeezing hard and rolling your nipples between his fingers -- you were on the cusp of your second orgasm when you felt the warmth of his cum spread through his pants. A few stuttered thrusts and he was a panting dog in your shoulder, hands dropping to the table beneath you.

"Your place or mine?"

divider by @cafekitsune :)

[number1jeonginstan]

oky so ik u got an ask from ddyskz  about a similar thing but can you do some of the following (seungmin, han, lee know or bang chan) as perv best friends???? idk... its fine if not but i just love your work <3

also can i be /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\ anon?

A/N: Hi hi!! I loved this request, so let me know if you want a part two! I’m so thankful that you are loving my work!!! Ofc you can be /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\ anon!!!

WC:1.2k 

Minors don't interact, 18+

Pairing: BestFriend Perv!Seungmin x Reader

Warnings: m!masturbation, pervy Seungmin, that’s basically it!

You and Seungmin had been close friends ever since you both debuted. You had accidentally run into him, head-first behind the music bank stage. You ended up profusely apologizing, feeling so embarrassed and he just laughed, saying it was alright. 

From then on, the entire week of promotions, you both were hanging out in secret. It was like a new friendship blossomed between the two of you. You both had similar interests, causing you both to talk a lot more. By the end of the week, you two had exchanged numbers. 

As the years went on, you and Seungmin got closer, constantly hanging out with one another in secret. Sometimes it was just getting coffee, other times you were asking each other for advice on your vocals. One thing no one could take away from you was your guys’s Sunday drama watches. 

You would either go to Seungmin’s dorm, or he would come to yours and the both of you would binge-watch whatever new drama came out. This month was Daily Dose of Sunshine. You ended up coming over to Seungmin’s dorm seeing as the boys had gone back to their houses for the weekend. Seungmin’s family was out on a trip, so he stayed home. It worked perfectly for you as well because your group's new promotions had finally ended, meaning you could indulge in being lazy for a few days. 

You knocked on their dorm door, waiting for Seungmin to open it up. “Open the damn door!” you whined, pounding on it a bit more harshly. He finally did, rubbing his eyes. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, only some plaid pajamas. “Put some clothes on you weirdo,” you said, walking to his room, taking off your jacket, and lying down on his bed.

You were dressed in just a tank top and pajama shorts, knowing that you both would be glued to his bed for hours.  

“Why are you here?” he groaned, putting on a shirt from his cupboard. “Did you forget?” 

“Oh shit, what drama were we supposed to watch this month?” he asked, sitting on the bed, putting your splayed-out legs on his lap. “Nuh uh, it’s a secret” you giggled getting up and taking out your laptop from your bag. “Now please go get some snacks,” you said, pushing him lightly off the bed. 

“Okay your highness” he groaned, getting up and taking a good look at you. You were curled up at his headboard, your knees pressed against your chest while your laptop was splayed on his bed, ready to start the next episode. You looked good, too good. No makeup on your face, your hair a bit crazy, but still looking as pretty as ever. 

Every time you guys did this, he always had to jerk off after you left. The scent of you in his bed was too overbearing, and you always pressed against him the entire time you guys watched the show, never leaving his side. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it. 

He came back with a handful of snacks and some drinks, knowing that you would complain about being thirsty and then he would have to get up again and it would cause a whole fiasco. “How much longer Minnie?” you groaned, growing impatient. “Coming, you weirdo” 

“I was wondering, what do you want to eat for lunch, my treat,” you grinned at him. While you were gone, you stole one of his hoodies, it was already over-sized on him, but on you, it looked like a dress. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants, you looked so fucking good in his clothes. 

“Whatever you want,” he said, getting into his bed next to you. He slipped his legs under the blanket, you following suit. You curled up next to him, starting the show. It was peaceful, three episodes went by like this, your koala bear wrapped around him, your head in his lap while his arms were wrapped around yours. 

What you didn’t feel, was his cock slowly getting harder at every movement you made around him. “Hey, I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” You got up from his embrace, accidentally falling directly on top of him, your cunt brushing against his clothed cock. You didn’t think much of it, but Seungmin was trying his best to not let out a groan. It was getting to be too much for him. 

As you went to the bathroom, he tried re-adjusting his cock in his pants, trying to hide his growing boner from you in fear you would think it was weird. You came back without his sweatshirt, making an excuse that you were getting too hot, and the blanket was enough. 

As you got back into the bed, you curled up against him, your chest pressing against the side of his body. He began feeling hot, there was one thing when you were wearing a hoodie while hugging him, but wearing just a tank top was too much. He tried not to shift a lot, barely paying attention to the show playing in front of him. 

Before he could say anything, he heard your snores coming from beside him. You began moaning in your sleep and he could no longer take it. He looked over to see your tits spilling out from the shirt you were wearing and gently got up, not wanting to disturb you. He rushed to the bathroom, not knowing how long he had until you woke up and tried taking full advantage of it. 

He locked the door, double-checking to make sure you couldn’t come in, and slowly took out his already hardened cock from the confines of his pants. He slowly began stroking it, using the pre-cum the tip of his cock as a lubricant. All he could think about was your tits, and how good they would look with his cum covering them. 

How he would fuck you so well while you were wearing his hoodie. He would fuck you anywhere you asked, even in his changing room during promotions if you asked. That made him think back to the outfit you were wearing for your most recent comeback. You pulled off the girl crush clothes perfectly, what he would do to fuck you from behind in that mini skirt you were wearing. When you were learning the new dance for the tiktok you both made, your tits were bouncing perfectly in your top. 

He groaned, putting the bottom of his shirt in his mouth, scared that you might hear him. You ended up waking up from your nap, getting up, and knocking on the door to the bathroom, thinking he just got in there. “Minnie, are you okay?” you asked your voice still groggy from your nap, and it made him groan. The way you said his voice was enough to make him cum. 

He began stroking his cock faster, needing to feel some sort of a release. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute, I just am feeling kinda hot, I’m trying to cool down.” 

“Okay Minnie” you giggled from behind the door, “I’m going to order some food for us!” 

You went back to the bed, while he finally found his release thinking about your moans on his bed, cumming all over his stomach. Thank god he didn’t get caught, or did he?  

[stormyelliotwritez]

ok ik youre not taking requests rn (btw hope u have a good time during ur break) but whenever you can itd be much appreciated if you could continue the ftmxlogan fic (the one where the reader thinks hes straight but hes not) i love your work. You may further it however you like, but i personally am looking for like a supportive logan who tries understanding your identity.

Ty :3

HIIIIIIIIII IM BACK and yeah, i had a good break and now im here to make ya happy with supportive logan!!! SILLY BOY TIME!

HE’S NOT STRAIGHT?

(pt 2 of but he’s straight)

He dragged you along to the teacher’s lounge and then promptly pushed you into a seat. Without saying absolutely anything, he grabbed two beers from the fridge and then sat down next to you.

“Here ya go, bub,” he said as he held one out to you.

You took it and relaxed into the chair. He watched you for a moment before opening his beer with one claw. Damn, that’s hot. He obviously noticed your staring and slight blush and so he held his hand out, one claw still out.

“Want me to open yours?”

You nodded slowly. Damnit, why’d your words stop working? Why now? You’re literally sitting in the teachers lounge with the most hottest man ever who you’ve had a crush on for years and now your words aren’t working? Talk about bad timing!

He smirked and with that one claw, he popped the lid off your beer. He did it slowly and absolutely knew what he was doing to you. He wasn’t stupid, after all.

“So you have a crush on me, huh?” He asked with a s smirk.

You nodded again, trying to coax the words out of your mouth.

“Have for a while. Sorry,” you said quietly.

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?” He said before leaning forwards and taking a swig from his bottle.

He stared into your eyes before blinking and leaning back again. He was thinking. You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t figure out how to. How do you explain that you thought he would never like you?

“Well because I’m me and I’m not- I’m not like you. I’m different,” you managed to mumble.

One of his eyebrows raised and he stared at you. It was like he could see into your soul. He couldn’t but it sure felt like it.

“Because you weren’t born a boy, right? Is that what you’re getting at, bub?”

His voice was quiet and thoughtful. It sounded like he understood. Could he understand? You’d always thought no one would understand you.

Eventually, you nodded and glanced away from him.

With a finger, he moved your face back to look at him and tutted at you.

“Don’t look away from me, okay? I ain’t gonna think of you different so how about you explain it to me, the old geezer, yeah?”

You nodded and slowly you smiled. Maybe this would be okay. Maybe he could understand.

“Um, so I was born… a girl, ew, but when I started growing up, I realized I didn’t like that that much and eventually I figured out that I was a boy so I was trans,” you said slowly, trying to make sense.

He nodded along and rested his hand on your knee, squeezing it every so often. He took a swig of his beer as he listened intently.

“And when I ended up here as an adult, I was able to get on T and so now I look more like a man and I’m happier,” you finished.

You drunk some more of your beer and he smiled. He squeezed your knee again.

“Well you’re a hot man, thats for sure,” he chuckled.

You started blushing and chuckled before taking another sip. That wasn’t what you’d been expecting but it made you happy. He made you happy.

You two sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s company, until Logan cleared his throat.

“I want to understand you more, bub. I wanna be there for you, okay? Can I do that for you?”

This sounded like maybe he was reciprocating your crush but maybe not. That was probably too hopeful.

You nodded and smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that, Log.”

He smiled as well and leaned in slightly. “And I’d like to maybe take ya out sometime as well.”

Okay, there it was. He reciprocated and you had to try so hard to not jump up and scream from excitement.

“Yeah, I’d really like that, Logan,” you said with a soft smile.

[milesmolasses]

SKATER BOI (e-1610 miles x blk! reader)

— miles is a skater boy and u can’t tell me i’m wrong

— felt bad cause the beach fic was supposed to be up today, but instead y’all can have this

— alexa, play feels like summer by childish gambino

— ⚠️: fluff, gn black reader, miles + reader being cute, cursing

standing outside of your door, miles stood with his duffel bag over his right shoulder, and his board wedged between his right arm and torso. ever since you agreed to skate with him, even going as far as to buy your own board, he wanted to surprise you with a little date/gift he had prepared.

you opened your door to the sight of a bubbly presence and a big smile on miles face. "whatchu smiling for?" you questioned with a confused smile on your face.

"get ready, i’m taking you out. oh, and grab your board too," he stated quite matter of factly. before you could even open your mouth, he was already booking it towards the stairs to wait for you at the front of your building.

"damn… now I don’t gotta choice," you mumbled to yourself in the now empty hallway.

closing the door to your house, you changed into more appropriate clothing than the ones you had on now. that clothing consisted of a pair of baggy jeans and an even baggier t-shirt, as well as a beanie to keep your locs from flying into your face. grabbing your board along with the wallet you stuffed in your jeans, you were off downstairs to meet miles.

walking out of the building and on to the street, you turned to look at miles and asked, "so you gonna tell me what’s in the bag?"

rolling his eyes he told you that telling you what was in the bag would ruin the surprise, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

miles had a tendency for surprising you with little things. it wasn’t like he was loaded, but he figured that the little things he gave you were much more personal and meaningful than any expensive gift he could have ever given you; like his art. small photos of you along with other drawings were plastered all over your wall, curtesy of your boyfriend.

after about fifteen minutes of walking, you reached the skate park. you were met with a bunch of brooklyn kids from around your neighborhood either smoking weed, hanging out and skating with their friends, or both simultaneously.

following miles to a set of stairs with a bunch of skid marks on the rail, he set down his bag and his board and motioned for you to hand him yours.

"c’mon it’s part of the surprise," he laughed as he shook his hand out asking for the skate board.

giving him the board, you watched as he set it down wheels facing up, and he opened the duffel bag he brought with him. "of course," you thought.

in the bag was a solar system of different spray paints and paint markers to choose from. you should have known that this would be something miles would do. "you wanna paint my board?"

"I mean, kinda?" he flipped his board so the wheels were facing up alongside with mine. what you didn’t expect was a clean slate. miles board wasn’t painted like it was before, no, this was an entirely new, clean skate board.

"I want to paint your board, while you paint mine," he stated looking up at you and smiling.

"you bought a clean board for me?" you said in a high pitch voice in disbelief.

"don’t flatter yourself now, if it turns out trash i’m goin' back to the old one," he joked. you knew he was joking— miles was in love with everything you made, it was all beautiful to him.

your knees bent down next to miles, squatting with him on the concrete. you grabbed his board and rolled your eyes at his previous statement.

grabbing the screw driver, miles removed the trucks on both of your boards in preparation of painting. once he was finished, you got to work with grabbing the board and going to the other end of the stairs. when he asked why you were "leaving him all lonely" you simply replied with, "you seeing my work of art would ruin the surprise, duh.”

you grabbed the few colors you wanted to use on the board and went back to your side of the stairs. getting to work with spray painting his entire board light green, an image flooded your mind on what you wanted to do with his board.

after thirty minutes (give or take) of working, miles glanced to your side and spoke loudly, "yo, you almost done over there?"

"uh nooo— wait are you already done??" you questioned in disbelief, seeing miles dust himself off and stand up.

"yeah, all I gotta do is shine it," he shrugged his shoulder back and stretched out his arms. you sighed in disbelief at how quickly he was able to finish his freestyle painting. you could practically hear him saying, "i’m just that good" with a goofy smug look in his face.

turning back to your- or his board, you were able to get it done about 10 minutes after miles had finished spraying a clear coat on your board.

adding some finishing touches, his board was finally done. you walked back over to miles with the board flesh behind your back, with the painted side facing away from miles view.

"you ready to see my masterpiece morales?"

"your masterpiece huh?" he questioned feigning an impressed look on his face.

"mmhm, i’m pretty sure I seen this in a renaissance painting before," you said with a nonchalant shrug. miles raised an eyebrow at you.

“sooo you copied a renaissance paining?”

"nah," you whispered, leaning in closer to miles to tell him your big secret. "them renaissance niggas copied me," you said proudly pointing to your chest.

miles rolled his eyes as he backed away from you. “shut the hell up and show me the board,” he laughed.

you huffed as you brought the board into his view from behind your back. it was spray painted light green as it’s base, and what decorated the shade was a large yellow sunflower with the word "MILES" painted dark green and growing out of the sunflower like a stem. surrounding the sun flower were doodles of even more multi colored flowers and hearts.

miles nose flared as he laughed through this nose. he couldn’t help the loving smile that creeped onto his lips as he walked closer to you and grabbed the board out of your hands. he placed a chaste kiss to you lips as he mumbled, "I love it baby, thank you."

you smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, placing kisses all over his face. you pulled back suddenly and asked, "hmm so where’s MY board morales?"

"don’t worry I gotchu," he said as he pulled away. he walked a couple steps backwards and grabbed the board showing you the absolute masterpiece he made with nothing but his hands and his amazing brain.

it was a horizontal painting of you facing a wall, and on that wall was a collection of graffiti you had painted across brooklyn with miles throughout the years you knew each other. it looked like water color art with the way all of the light colors dripped down together at the bottom of the board.

"okay… so maybe I am a little blown away," you admitted as you looked at the board shocked. turning your head to look at miles, you gently placed the board down on the ground and you ran up to miles with the biggest smile on your face.

you basically threw yourself at him as you buried your face into his neck, mumbling a small "thank you" and "I love you."

as he squeezed you back, he mumbled into your beanie with a smirk, “so am I the best boyfriend ever or what?”

— made this super quick

— bought a skateboard last summer and barely used it

— but TRUST, this year it will be in use

[rocknroll7575]

Glass Girl...

Cinder stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she staggered towards the mirror. Anger roiled within her, a tempest that threatened to consume her entirely. Her hands gripped the porcelain sink, and she felt the heat seeping into it, making the surface almost unbearable to touch.

Her glowing orange eyes blazed as she glared at her reflection. The image of two girls intruded upon her thoughts—Nikos and Belladonna. They had encroached upon her territory, sinking their claws into Jaune and pulling him away from her. Her grip tightened, and the sink began to radiate heat, a physical manifestation of her growing fury.

"Don't you see? He doesn't need you."

Cinder's head snapped up at the sound of the voice. Instead of her own reflection, she saw The Madam staring back at her. Shock coursed through her, and she nearly stumbled back, but the initial horror quickly morphed into seething rage.

"YOU!" she spat, her voice dripping with venom.

"He doesn't want you, Cinder. Why would he?" The Madam sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "A pathetic little girl like you can't compare to those two. You're nothing but a silly, clumsy fool who can't even hold onto the man she loves, let alone keep her own mind intact."

"Shut up, you damn whore!" Cinder screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of her fury. "You know nothing!"

"I know more than you think," The Madam replied coolly. "I've seen how that boy looks at Nikos. He admires her, Cinder. He has that spark in his eye—the same spark he used to have for you all those years ago. But now? That spark is gone. He no longer admires you. He loathes you. He's disgusted by you."

"S-SHUT U-UP!" Cinder's voice wavered, betraying her crumbling composure.

"And don't even get me started on that Faunus girl," The Madam continued, a sinister smirk playing on her lips. "Did you see how he looked at her? He's smitten, Cinder. He loves her. I wonder what they do behind closed doors, hm?"

"Don't you dare say another word!" Cinder's eyes blazed with rage, her entire body trembling.

"Perhaps a little kissing? Maybe some exploration? Perhaps she undressed for him?" The Madam taunted, her words cutting deep into Cinder's already fragile heart.

"I-I said to sh-shut it!" Cinder cried, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Oh my, perhaps she bends over for him? Gives him everything he desires that your scared and worthless body can't?" The Madam sneered. "I can see it now—the two of them naked and sweaty, doing it like beasts while laughing at you!"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Cinder screamed, gripping the sides of the mirror so hard her knuckles turned white.

The Madam laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "Aw! What's the matter, dear? Scared?" she taunted. "Just imagine it! The happy life he could have with her! Imagine the joyful smile on his face that he gives her! Imagine how he laughs with her happily. Can you see it, Cinder dear? The happy lives they could have—all without you?"

"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Cinder cried loudly as the tears spilled down her cheeks. "Jaune wouldn't do that with that bitch! He wouldn't leave me! He LOVES me!"

"Does he?" The Madam asked, her voice dripping with disdain. "Or is he just waiting to throw you aside and run off with one of those girls?"

That was the final straw. With a scream of pure rage, Cinder yanked the mirror off the wall and hurled it to the ground. The glass shattered, but it wasn’t enough. She fell to her knees and began bashing the broken pieces with her fists, her screams echoing off the tiled walls.

"He loves me! Only me!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. "He's mine! Mine! Mine! Understand? HE'S MINE! NOT NIKOS'S! NOT BELLADONNA'S! MIIINEEE!!!" Her voice reached a fever pitch as she pounded the shards into smaller fragments, blood mingling with her tears.

Exhausted and gasping for breath, she finally stopped and looked down at the shattered remains of the mirror. The Madam was gone. In her place was Cinder's own reflection, fragmented and broken.

Cinder's anger gave way to a deep, aching sadness. Her body shook with sobs as she clutched her bleeding hands. "He loves me! He loves me! He loves me!" she whimpered. "He can't be anyone else's! I need him! I want him! He's all mine!"

But the sadness quickly reignited into fury. She glared at her fractured reflection, her eyes blazing like a wildfire. "He's mine... and I'll make him remember it!" she seethed through clenched teeth.

Determined, Cinder stood up, ignoring the pain in her hands. She left the bathroom, her mind set on finding Jaune. She would make him understand that he belonged to her, and no one else.

She would make him remember, whether he wanted to or not. Her resolve hardened, and with each step she took, her determination grew stronger. She would reclaim what was hers, by any means necessary.

"He'll remember," she whispered to herself, her voice a cold promise. "He'll remember who he belongs to..."

Cinder's mind raced with memories of their time together, every moment they had shared, every look and touch that had once bound them so tightly. She would not let those other girls take him away from her. Jaune was hers, and she would make him see that again.

"He'll remember," she repeated, her fists clenching as she pushed through the pain. "I'll make him remember,"

With each step, Cinder's heart pounded with a mix of rage and desperation.

She would make Jaune remember, and she would do whatever it took to ensure that he was hers, now and forever...

[thefloorisbalaclava]

I ADORE your writing (especially your possessive ghost headcannons🫣)

this thot has been rattling around my head for WEEKS I wanna see your take on it

imagine like needing to borrow someone’s shirt (idk urs got ruined or something) and ghost gives you one (it’s massive let’s not lie) and we’re out in the shared living space in the safe house talking to the boys and ghost goes feral (maybe has to excuse himself and everyone’s like ….okayyy and he comes back once people are gone and shows u how much he likes seeing you wear his stuff)

idk you can ignore this

thank you, love your work

pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader (in his thoughts) words: 1,208 warnings: SMUT [masturbation, dirty thoughts], ghost clearly has a thing for seeing you in his clothes.

a/n: sorry this took so long, anon. thank you so much for your sweet words!

[masterlist]

[part II]

The safe house didn’t have much room at all, but it wasn’t meant to. It wasn’t some long-term living arrangement. You all were meant to do what you needed to do and get out.

Simon didn’t mind sharing the space, he had been in much smaller spaces before. The one thing that was different this time was you.

He couldn’t quite remember the last time he shared such a close space with the fairer sex. And for some reason, it made him nervous like he was a young boy all over again. You were one of them so he didn’t understand why you had that effect on him.

He certainly wasn’t expecting to feel the way he did when he walked in to see you wearing his hoodie. He froze in place and you all stopped talking.

“Hey Simon,” Soap said, breaking the ice, but Simon’s eyes focused on you.

“That’s mine,” he said. She knows that, you idiot.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I was a little cold and I just grabbed the first thing I found. Um, I’ll take it off,” you offered.

“No, it’s fine,” he said before walking away. The talking resumed behind him as he closed his door and took a few deep breaths. He walked to the bathroom and snatched his balaclava off then splashed his face with water.

“Get a fuckin’ grip,” he murmured. After a few more moments alone, he decided to join the rest of them. He tried his best to keep his eyes off you, but God, did you look fucking perfect in his hoodie.

“Grabbing another beer. You guys want anything while I’m in there?” you asked, standing.

“Another beer,” Soap requested.

“Not for me,” Gaz said then it went quiet.

“Simon?” you called and he slowly turned to look at you. Damn… He hoped you hadn’t noticed the way his eyes scanned over your body. Not like he could see anything—you were practically swimming in his hoodie and it touched your knees. Still, you were quite a sight.

He wondered how you would look with nothing under it—how he would slowly pull it up your thighs, higher and higher until you were completely revealed to him. Your smooth skin under his rough hands. The sounds you would make when he finally reached your breasts…

“Simon, you okay?” you asked, bringing him back to the here and now.

“Um, nothing for me,” he said, clearing his throat and sitting down. You walked to the refrigerator and bent to grab the beers. He tried, once again, not to look at you, but failed horribly.

He couldn’t see much, but just know his hoodie was touching parts of you that he had only dreamed of and made him feel things he shouldn’t.

The night went on this way—you tempting him without even knowing and him trying not to give into the temptation.

At the end of the night, you stopped him before he went into his room.

“Thanks,” you said before pulling the hoodie up and off and folding it neatly.

“You don’t have to do that,” he told you but you had finished by then.

“Sorry I didn’t ask first.”

“It’s fine.” He wanted to say more but he couldn’t find the words. “Night then…”

“Goodnight.” You walked to your room and he walked into his.

He held the hoodie in his hands and ran his thumb over the material. He knew this piece of clothing well, but somehow it felt new. It was warm because of you and he wondered if…

He felt like a creep, but he bought the hoodie to his nose and smelled it.

“Fuck,” he sighed, feeling ashamed. How could a simple scent get him hard? He threw the hoodie on the bed.

He began to move as if in a daze, undressing down to his boxer briefs which is how he usually slept. After climbing into bed, he eyed the article of clothing that had become this tempting and tantalizing thing. Before he knew it, he was sliding his underwear down just enough to get his cock out.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes and began touching himself. He wasn’t going to reach for the hoodie, he wasn’t, but suddenly he wasn’t in control of his actions. His mind—now full of need and lust—pushed him to reach for it…and he did.

Your scent was still on it as he pressed the material against his face and breathed deeply, stroking himself faster.

“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth. He thought of you in his clothes—on top of him, bent over, on your knees. Yes, you would be particularly gorgeous riding him with the hoodie on, everything hidden from him but he would know that you were completely naked under it.

Or bent over. Each of his thrusts send the hem inching up your spine until he decided to grab it and use it as a sort of makeshift handle.

He thought of you wrapped up in his hoodie touching yourself.

“Shit…fuck me…” he whispered, stopping to bring his hand to his mouth and spit before wrapping it around his cock again.

“Good girl,” he groaned as he imagined you, legs spread and touching yourself. You had to pull the sleeves up a bit to use your fingers, but the material still fell down around your hands and rubbed against you—your juices coating the sleeve.

He sniffed at the hoodie deeply and groaned again, shocked at how quickly he was about to cum.

Now he thought about how you would sound when you came. You would probably leave a nice, wet mess on his hoodie and that was fucking delicious.

He came with a low growl of your name, stroking every last drop out.

As he released himself and let his hand fall to his side, he couldn’t help but feel that shame again. He threw the hoodie to the other side of the bed and just looked at it before his face began to burn with embarrassment.

As he cleaned himself, he avoided looking in the mirror. He told himself he would have to put that hoodie away somewhere for a while. It was too close for comfort. As he would say in the field it was danger close.

But he didn’t put the hoodie away. Anyone who knew him knew he never shied away from danger, he embraced it.

He slipped the hoodie on before stepping out of his room, getting that quick whiff of you. It would be gone soon, but for now, he would enjoy it.

But when he saw you, he was overcome with shame again. He avoided eye contact as if looking at you would reveal that he had gotten off to your scent and illicit thoughts.

“That hoodie looks better on you,” you told him.

“Does it? It looked…nice on you, too,” he said quietly.

“Thanks,” you said with a sort of innocence that was long lost for him.

“If you need it again just let me know,” he offered.

“I might with all these cold days coming up,” you told him.

“It’s yours. You know where to find it.” With a nod, he walked away leaving you speechless.

[bazooka-overkill]

MR SANDMAN BRAINROT EUEUUUGGHHH

okay yay brainrot won the poll. also i might psot dragon chan headcanons requested by wallet becuz yaaaaaayyy

uhhh also i dont really gaf about timelines. so if something doesnt line up time wise. ignore it. shh

ermmm cw for child fighting!! mr sandman didnt have the best middle school experience

BAZOOKA'S THOUGHTS:

i need this man so badly PLS MR. SANDMAN ONE CHAAAAANCEEEE

who typed that omg…

GENERAL SANDMAN INFO (canon + headcanon)

full name: isaiah joseph banks

birthday: april 12th

age: 31

height: 6’5” (197 cm)

weight: 284 lbs (129 kg)

origin: philadelphia, PA, USA

gender: cis male

sexuality: bisexual (might be in denial lmao. men say theyre fighting demons and the demons r bisexuality LMFAO)

family:

victoria banks, mother, alive

george banks, father, alive

no siblings

HEAD CANON TIME:

- insomniac. goes between sleeping for 11 hrs during the day and not sleeping at ALL, also explains the eyebags in his TD

- incredibly horrible sleep schedule. stems from his childhood

- also stems from his childhood but not exactly the best at socializing w other people

- somehow is friends w glass joe. don't ask me how it works they just ARE (and they may be a little. fruity.)

- has one of those light up squishy things that u hit to change the color. yeah he either fucking SLAMS that thing or gently pats it when he wants to change it. it’s a bunny for anyone curious

- goes thru the 5 min nap to the 5 hour nap pipeline. “oh im just gonna take a small nap,” then wakes up w the blankets all over the fucking room, the god damn windows r open, he’s somehow upside down, etc etc

- him and the ref have beef after his TD victory animation

- was one of those kids that would be on his knees near some mulch playing w the roly polies on the playground. he'd have like 20 in his palms in 5 minutes

- if u catch him right when he wakes up (like. RIGHT right when he wakes up) he accidentally calls people “baby.” it’s a habit he picked up from his mom and he’s pushed it back into his mind, but it slips when he isn’t exactly thinking (totally not projecting my own habits onto him guys)

- adding to the above that the person who originally found this out was glass joe. take that as you will

- he sends some of his boxing money to his parents to support them (he’s a mamas boy LEAVE ME ALONEEEEE)

- doesn’t exactly search for a relationship, believes that when he decides he’s ready for one the right person will find him

- gets dragged into world circuit outings by either super macho man or aran ryan. on the rare occasion it’ll be soda. one time they all went bowling and sandman watched aran ryan throw a bowling ball like a fucking baseball and it broke the ceiling

- knows how to make a MEAN philly cheese steak. will be mentally freak out (positively) if someone mentions they’ve never had one before. if he wasn’t so stoic he would be jumping up and down and going “YAAAAAYYYYY🎉🎉🎉” becuz he finally gets an excuse to make one for someone

- has 100% almost broken the world circuit ring's ropes (see his intermission animation in contender)

- his locker in the locker rooms is either completely spotless or dented to hell and back. bonus points if theres like. a fake succulent in there or some shit

- luvs animals. takes pics of cool animals he sees anywhere

origin backstory thing under cur bc its long

origin:

isaiah joseph banks, known as his boxing alias mr. sandman, was born on april 12th to victoria banks and george banks in the Doylestown Hospital. born to loving parents, isaiah grew up as an only child.

isaiah learned to keep to himself and care for himself very early on, as both of his parents were usually at work. they worked hard to provide for isaiah and themselves, but always put their son first. they

the time they spent at work would be made up at home, albeit this time could never be fully made up for a young isaiah. he had spent more time with babysitters and nannies than his own parents. of course, isaiah knew his parents loved him, but all the bonds that were supposed to be formed hadn’t; the time frame had passed.

the time they did spend together was… memorable, really. not in a bad way, but every moment— every waking minute— made isaiah into the man he is today.

every night, when his mother was home early enough, she would sing him a soft lullaby. when she wasn’t, his mother had recorded this lullaby onto a tape for him to listen to. this lullaby was the song that made mr. sandman: Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes. it wasn’t a typical children’s lullaby by any means, but by god he loves that song— present tense intended.

then, a problem arose: school. starting middle school is one thing, but isaiah found out how cruel children could be.

isaiah was big, to put it lightly. five foot six at age 12 was enough ground for bullying, and being dropped off by a few different babysitters/nannies in the morning only added to the ammunition.

with how big he was, the bullying never went farther than verbal harassment. soft giggling every time he talked in class, glances from across the classroom, the bullying was subtle except for the occasional direct blow to isaiah.

his boxing interest began when he was thirteen, where his parents enrolled him in a self defense class that revolved around boxing and the sort. they had found out about the bullying from the babysitters, as isaiah had been reporting what they had been saying to him. there, young isaiah learned the basics of boxing: dodging, punching, and jabs had been added to his arsenal.

isaiah had always relished in the safety of knowing that he’d never get attacked at school, but unfortunately this was false.

it was brutal really; the poor boy had been caught in the bathroom and was attacked from behind, slammed his face into the sink, and assaulted from there. it took around two minutes for teachers to hear the commotion, but they were two minutes too late.

there, isaiah was brought to the hospital. no one truly knows the full extent of his injuries, minus his parents. if you look closely at mr. sandman, his top teeth are a little crooked.

nothing exactly eventful happened other than he moved schools, and everything was smooth from there.

his boxing career began to take off when he was 17, when he met an old babysitter of his— one who had taken care of him up until he was 13. he had become a boxing coach and offered to take isaiah up as a student.

if you ever ask mr. sandman in an interview about his boxing idol, he’d most likely say his coach. that man taught him nearly everything he knows, and even taught him the dreamland express move that mr. sandman is most known for, albeit modified.

mr. sandman picked up his alias when his coach told him about the WVBA and their boxers. it was almost inevitable he’d choose mr. sandman in honor of his mother.

he had his first fight at age 18, where it went swimmingly well. records of this fight have been lost to time, but, according to word of mouth, mr. sandman nearly killed the poor man.

i gotta be honest w u all idk how to continue this. umm mr sandman meets a wvba recruiter and then uh yah.😁😁😁

[cloveroctobers]

NAUR CAUSE I LOVE UR FEZ IMAGINES!! VOULD U LIKE MAYBE DO A FEZ X LONG TERM GF OR SUMN- LIKE THEY‘VE BEEN TOGETHER SINCE HIGHSCHOOL OR IDK- AND SHE‘S LIKE SUPER CLOSE TO ASH AND ALL THAT

Backseat — fez x ash x f!reader

Warnings: spoilers from the first episode of season 2, language blah blah blah, nudity, desensitized reactions, death, drugs—you know typical things that euphoria is about lmao

A/N: why thank you 🥲 + this will probably be my last fez content until we get the next episode/more inspiration to go off of. So until then I hope you enjoy this piece. This is also written for @twdbaddie1090 who messaged me with a request revolving around the strip search scene.

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who knew the night before the end of the new year would amount out to this shit?

you were just getting in the house, floral coach bag slipping down to your wrist as you made your way up the stairs, exhausted. Dragging your feet, you lifted your head up just in time to see fucking Ashtray swinging a hammer that connected with Mouse’s forehead before he quickly whipped around, jumping OVER the couch and busted Mouse’s partner, Custer, right in the nose.

“What the fuck? C’mon bro!” Fez yelled as Mouse’s right-hand hollered in pain, now on his knees as he got blood all on the floor.

Your eyes flicked to Ash’s frame as he stood there, motionless, watching the young man hold his face in complete pain. Besides that, the house was pretty quiet until you cleared your throat.

Ash was ready to lunge the hammer at you but you held up a warning finger while Fez quickly turned to you.

“Damn…I thought you were working late tonight, y/n? Isn’t it holiday season?” Fez asked, glancing over at Mouse’s dead body, then back at you.

Inhaling you pulled the blow-pop from your lips waving it around in the air over the guy’s screaming, “I leave retail hell early just to come home to another gotdamn nightmare?!”

“Well, murder wasn’t exactly on my list of plans tonight, ma.” Fez glared at Ash, who was still unbothered and appeared as if he was thinking about taking Custer out behind him too.

You clapped your hands, getting both of your boy’s attention, “I don’t really care for the explanations right now! What I do know is the both of you just made this night longer for all of us.”

Fez clasped his hands in front of him, clenching his jaw as kept sending side eyes to Ash. He didn’t like you going off on him, especially when it resulted in ash’s wrong doing. Don’t get it twisted, none of you fucked with Mouse like that—even Custer but when you’re in a business as dark as this, you deal with slimes like him.

“He was going to be a problem, I eliminated it. You’re all welcome.” Ash finally said something before snapping over his shoulder, “shut the fuck up before you wake our neighbors.”

He started to walk by you while fez rubbed at his beard in disbelief. Before the young dark haired kid could fully get by you, you reached for the back collar of his shirt and dragged him back while he tried to side-swipe you.

“You’re not going anywhere until you clean this mess up.”

Ash’s dark eyes met yours as a usual frown sat in between his brows, “what would you like me to do mom?”

“I don’t like your tone,” you plucked the hammer from his hands, “start with the one you just sent back to hell.”

Ash huffed, “fine, I’ll grab the acid.”

“Acid? Whoa hol’ up can’t we just bury his ass somewhere?” Fez suggested.

You and Ash looked at him as if he had three heads. “Gotta play smarter not harder, babes. I’ll let my uncle flip know to be here ‘round midnight. And ash…make sure you drop your clothes in there too along with this hammer…im holding onto for now.”

Ash dipped his head as he left the both of your sight, most likely to head down to the storage room down at the store. You turned back to Fez who already managed to grab a drying towel from the kitchen to hand to Custer who carefully placed it on his nose.

“Your brother is a fucken psycho!” Custer yelled, before abruptly glancing by your frame to make sure he was out of earshot.

Laughing to yourself you went to the kitchen to drop your bag onto the table. Sitting down, you crossed one foot over the other plucking your trainers off with satisfaction. With the lollipop back in your mouth you shifted it around with your tongue as Fez plopped down in a chair next to you.

Raising a brow at him fez peeked over at you, “I’d give you a kiss right now but I’m kinda shook you might slice my bottom lip off with that dagger in your bag or sum, I know you be on that sick shit too.”

“That’s not on my mind but I’ll definitely add that to the list if you fuck up again.” You warned, making Fez frown at you.

“I fucked up?” Fez placed his hand against his chest and chain.

“You let the kid attack like the living room was on some temple run type shit, fez.”

Fez pulled his head back appalled but found a laugh escaping his nose at the reference, “trust me…I wasn’t expecting that either. I need to light up a j just realizing what happened.”

You hummed sitting in silence so comfortably as if there wasn’t a dead man on the coffee table and another passed out from his nose injury in the corner. Sighing you pushed off the chair as you reached forward, your nails caressing the scar beneath fez’s buzzed hair. He leaned into your touch while taking in your features while you breathed him in.

Of course you knew it wasn’t either of the boys’ fault really, Ash was just doing what he thought was right and protecting his brother. And all fez was trying to do was settle business with honesty along with whatever repercussions mouse had up his sleeve for it. You knew about the deal going down while you were at work, fez made sure to have these when you and rue weren’t around. He didn’t like how mouse had a wandering eye and knew he would put him in the dirt someday if it ever went further…ashtray just beat him to it.

“I’m in the shower, you both know what to do.” You pecked his lips, quickly stepping away before he could latch onto your wrist. You did however shove your lollipop into his ajar lips making fez flinch.

He scrunched up his nose a bit at the flavor, “really? Yo. You know I hate sour apple.”

“And I hate dead and battered people in the living room,” you whisper-yelled before continuing, “we didn’t have strawberry so deal with it.”

All fez could do was shake his head, sucking on the Lolly for a little while before he tossed it in the sink.

Early that morning when your bladder bullied you to go to the bathroom, you spotted ash also up just leaving the said room.

“Fuck,” ash lowered his fist, “I thought Gabriel from malignant was in our house for a second there, y/n.”

You ran your hands over your kinky straight hair still giving a sarcastic pose since you didn’t give a fuck. It was 3 in the morning, who did you need to be cute for right now? “Whatever, still the baddest in the room, the girl from the ring don’t even got shit on me.”

“I guess…” Ash cringed, making you kick your foot out at him in laughter.

You rested your hand against the top of his buzzed head as he made his way pass, “you doing alright?” You questioned.

He tilted his head.

“With the whole crime scene you had in the living room?” You mentioned.

He blinked, “it’s business, don’t make it a thing.”

“I know I know, you’re mr. little grown and everything. Just know I’m here—both of us if it gets to be too much, ya know?”

The slight frown that permanently sat in between his brows seemed to falter just a bit. You could tell he appreciated your concern in that moment, just a little bit.

“Alright, I’m leaving now before you decide you want to hug me or some shit.”

You clutched your chest with one hand reaching out to the boy who quickly backed away, “I LOVE YOU, SON!”

“Aight, now you’re doin’ too much. Bye, Y/N.” He shook his head at you, jogging quickly away from your hands.

Some might blame it on the fact that you were a crack baby or maybe it was just your personality that in fact, did too much. Either way that was a racist fucking myth, truth to be told but that’s another conversation for another time.

You tagged along with Fez, Ash, and Rue to meet Custer—mind you on New Year’s Eve who had to find your boys a new connect. Unfortunately you were stuck in between Rue and Custer’s girlfriend with the overly done lips, Faye. She went to whining about New Years while you were watching a vlog on your phone to getting ready to shoot up.

You learned to tune people out majority of the time but it wasn’t until Rue was nudging you and Faye throwing insults, something along the lines of rue eating the Ginger’s ass for drugs did you realize she already had the needle in her arm.

“Actually I’m the only one that has that privilege but he wasn’t into it so respectfully, shut the fuck up, bitch and do your business silently before I kick you out the car.” Was the last thing you said while Rue was beside you, laughing at your bluntness.

She was so going to ask fez about this later.

Next thing you know, both of the girls were getting yanked out of the car and you were quick to hop over the console to reach for your extra piece that was hidden in the space beside the radio on the passenger side. Once you latched onto your second blade you turned to your right, slicing the long haired blond that tried to snatch you.

You gave a good fight but there were a lot of things that weren’t easy to do in a car, believe that. You sliced, you punched, and kicked but ultimately a blow to your mouth by an elbow was enough to dim your fight just a bit. The dude even dragged you out by your jaw, knowing that your mouth was already bleeding. Why did you expect them to care? This wouldn’t shut you up however.

You spit blood at the back of his feet after he shoved you into the kitchen with everyone else.

“You okay, man?” The older tatted man asked the blond, who fanned up his hand to take a seat at a nearby table, ready to spark up and seemed not to care about the blood dripping down his exposed forearm.

You sat on your knees, cracking your neck a bit with your eyes closed as you swallowed some of the blood, then opened them to meet fez and Ash’s concerned eyes. Slightly you dipped your head to let them know you were fine, pissed off, but fine.

“You come to my muthafuckin’ house…” the man started before he sent a blow right to Custer’s already fucked up nose. You winced, whew! the plastic surgeon was going to have a field day with him, “with a fuckin’ 12 year old, two junkie whores, a bitch dressed like Donna summer, and a motherfucker I don’t know?!”

You peeked down at your outfit and shrugged, you knew you looked the fuck good. It was New Years after all and that wasn’t a insult in your book. Fuck him.

He went on and on before a woman with a soft voice beckoned him over and you let out a small yawn.

“Tired little bitch? I got something in my pants to wake you up if you want it?” The dark haired wannabe hard one said to you as he laughed at his own crude joke.

Tilting your head back you smirked at him, “touch me and you’ll taste your Vienna sausage through your slit throat real quick, bitch.”

He went to lift the butt of his gun at you and you noticed Fez itching to intervene as he cut in, “yo, better watch yourself, you got one more time—

In which he whirled right back around hearing what fez said and laughed as he glanced at the both of you, “you pressed pretty boy? Worried one of your bitches might fuck around with me instead?”

Fez gave him a look from underneath his eyelashes and clenched his fist. Before this could go left any further the guy known as Bruce Sr. Came back into the room.

“All y’all let’s get naked right fuckin’ now.” Bruce ordered and you deeply inhaled while all sorts of emotions washed over everyone else’s faces.

In that moment you tried to turn your emotions off as they dragged Ash out of the room after he was the first to attempt to get undressed, Faye tried to convince them she didn’t have any wires on considering her outfit, and the blond named Mitch? Who was giving you serious Michael Myers vibes approached you with his gun, yanking you up by your faux fur coat.

You’ve been violated before and knew this type of shit came with the territory. Fez kept trying to catch your eyes as if to give you some sort of comfort—since it was obvious none of you were getting out of this.

The meth-head was in your face, forehead pressed to your cheek, “hurry up, get your ass in the nude.”

“I’m wearing a romper dress, can’t just rip it off dumbass.” You muttered, letting your fur coat fall to the floor.

He breathed on, “how about I use your knife on you like you used on me to get it off for us then, huh?”

“And like I said to your brother over there, if you touch me it’s going to be a problem. I promise you.” You warned, meeting his dead eyes.

He held your stare and laughed at you, stepping back to get a good look at you. Of course the two sleazy men in the room would get off by seeing the only other girls in the room like this. You just wished you could get your hands on your dagger, it would only take you minutes to handle but you didn’t want to screw this up for fez and ash.

Thankfully you were able to keep your panties on which consisted of a high-cut thong and your top half in pasties so you weren’t completely in the nude but you might as well be. Your eyes burned into the blond who circled around you which made your skin crawl in pure disgust.

You felt your fingers twitching but you seemed to brush off of his eyes the minute Bruce Sr. Dragged rue away from both you and Fez’s sight. She still had her clothes on and you knew that would piss fez off later simply because he cared.

This further didn’t sit right with you when you heard the shower running and the man faintly screaming at rue. Again, your fingers twitched as you kept shooting looks at a very naked fez who carefully shook his head at you.

Basically, ‘don’t do any dumb shit, y/n.’

You exhaled through your nose twisting your neck around, counting the seconds until he brought rue back. When he did she looked okay, drenched but okay nonetheless.

Finally or rather supposedly, the new connect that Custer wanted Fez to meet, granted you all with her presence as she eyed you all; a little confused.

“Where’s mouse?“ she asked after Custer introduced her to fez.

‘Dead as he should be.’ You thought to yourself with a minor shrug.

Fez said his peace to the woman who agreed to have a conversation with him privately. You watched his surroundings as he slipped on his drawers, then left the room and began reaching for your lavender coat.

Mitch pointed his gun down at the coat blocking you from grabbing it, “uh, who said to get dressed?”

“Your mommy did when she walked out of the room, dummy. Pay attention.” You shoved the gun away as he glared at you.

“I should put a bullet in you.” He warned.

You raised your brows holding your hands out as you gave a twirl, “let me know when you find a empty spot, asshole.”

And that’s when his eyes scanned the markings on your body. He turned to the brunette boy in the room, “bitch is crazy.”

“And y’all aren’t as hard as you think. Leave us all alone while the big bosses have a conversation, think you can do that?” You asked while Faye smirked at them.

Snatching your coat off the ground, you shoved the blond out of your way to place it on the counter before you grabbed your romper corset dress.

“…And the diva?” Laurie had her eyes on you as fez briefly looked over at you, snapping at the two boys with guns in the room.

Fez puffed out a laugh, “that’s all love right there. My whole heart. Keeps us all in check.”

Laurie noticed the twinkle in the ginger’s blue eyes, “it’s a given with women like us, remember that. Keep her close.”

“Heard you.”

And with that, the deal was sealed with two stacks and a suitcase full of drugs.

“What was the fucking dude with the long hair and the fucking gun? What was his deal?” Rue was the only one rambling in the car behind fez in the backseat, “that was a fucking look wasn’t it? He seemed infatuated with you, y/n. I’m just sayin’!”

Keeping your arms folded in front of you, you rested your head against the headrest as you mumbled, “if I wanted to date a meth-head he still wouldn’t be my first choice.”

Rue laughed, “ooo sis, I completely understand. I wouldn’t want that either if you know—

“And that lady? Let me tell you, she’s fucking gangster!” She continued, “they all work for her.”

Everyone in the car was just waiting for the girl to be quiet at this point but she wasn’t taking the hint.

“Aye, why you actin’ like that shit was fun, rue?” Fez drawled with anger in his voice, “for real you’re pissin’ me off. Actin’ dumb as fuck right now! Goddamn, all smilin’ and laughin’ n shit.”

Turning your eyes into slits you could clearly see rue doing just that with her face slightly turned towards the window. You reached over and poked her ribs which evoked a slap box fight between the two of you.

“AYE!” Fez called out sitting up straight in his laid back seat, “and don’t get me started on your ass, y/n.”

Scrunching up your face you asked, “started on who? What did I do? Please tell me, I like to tussle.”

“That mouth. I told you that before,” Fez glared back at you before switching lanes then turning back around leaving ash to smugly smile at you and you were ready to give him a slap too, “and both of you combined? Actin’ stupid and fucking around.”

“Sorry!” Rue called out around her laughs.

You popped your lips reaching for your fallen purse in search of your lipgloss, “I ain’t apologizing for shit. I feel like I didn’t do anything wrong. And I don’t have to take no dude’s shit, especially from two idiots with guns that probably can’t even count to ten.”

Rue and Ash both snorted at that but that just made Fez tighten his hold on the steering wheel. He turned the radio back on, hoping rue wouldn’t sing along this time but he needed to calm down dealing with you two.

“Question, are we still going to the party?” Rue wondered.

Fez gritted, “be quiet, yo.”

Which led you all to the New Year’s Eve party of the night. Most of you all went your separate ways for a little while, you were doing most of the mingling chatting with randoms to hanging out with Jules and Kat for a few moments until Jules kept asking about rue and you rightfully so had to slide. You passed Maddy banging on the bathroom door and headed out to the dance floor for awhile with your new drink.

Sooner than later you found yourself right next to fez, legs thrown over his lap as he smoked one.

“My feet hurt.” You whined pressed your head into his side.

“Nothing to do wit me, I told you not to wear those bratz looking shoes.” He replied, resting his large hand against the bottom half of your leg.

You rolled your eyes pulling your head back, “don’t be mean, you had no issue when I modeled them for you the other day.”

“That’s because my mind was envisioning the bigger picture,” he laughed to himself while you took your fingers and lightly mushed his head back.

Humming you placed your head on his shoulder finding yourself comfortable as ever. Fez was usually always like this at parties, if he wasn’t talking business he was lounging and smoking. You couldn’t get him out on the dance floor but he would take a lap dance if you gave him one. However the course of events tonight didn’t bother you that much if fez just wanted to chill (for right now) so you rested comfortably beside him.

“We made your blood pressure go up tonight huh?” A grin was playing on your lips.

Annoyance wiped over fez’s features again, “we don’t even got to go back there, ma. We’re enjoying the party.”

“Alright fine, I still wasn’t saying sorry anyways.” You lightly argued, rolling your neck but not moving it from his shoulder.

“Take your stubborn ass to sleep, bro. Look at you sleepy at a New Year’s Eve party, what you say to me the other day about the sweater online I wanted to cop? It’s giving senior citizen.” He mocked your voice making you bust out laughing.

You lifted your head once more, “kiss me awake then, grandpa.”

He thought about denying it and telling you to wait but he had other plans when the clock struck twelve. And so he gave you what you wanted with a kiss to your forehead first then another one to your lips.

[sugawarassoulmate]

no but samu being jealous of readers plushies is so funny. i like to imagine that he ""accidentally"" destroyed one when they were kids n the parentals forced him to pick one out as replacement. and reader still has it in a special place. when samu is around u sometimes see him in a staring contest w the plushie bc in his head it's like:

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: i sleep with her every night ur just a loser

osamu: excuse me??? ill rip u to shreds

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: u cant hurt me 🤪 u know she loves me

so we jus find him pouting at it sometimes. like the gall of the stupid stuffed toy, doesn't it know who picked it out. ((but it's special to reader bc samu got it))

bully!osamu is so cute i luv him 🥺

word: 740

cw: fem!reader, bullying, crybaby!reader, childhood flashbacks

picture eight-year-old osamu at the toy store with his mom who’s pulling him by the ear as they go down the aisles. he’s in trouble for ripping up one of your favorite plushies the other day and he’s being forced to pick a new one for you. he said it was an “accident” but that wasn’t very believable when he was caught with the scissors in his hand.

“why not this one, ma?” said atsumu, holding up a stuffed bunny in his hands. of course, he had to tag along too, mocking his twin for getting in trouble yet again. “y/n loves bunnies!”

“that’s very sweet, tsumu, but your brother needs to pick one,” their mother said, eyes flicking over to her younger son who looked at all the stuffed animals with disdain. this was so stupid, all because you couldn’t take a joke and started crying when you saw what osamu had done to your teddy bear. you ran off to atsumu… again.

his eyes fell onto a lone duck plush in the corner of the store, it had pink cheeks on the face. for some reason, it reminded him of you—how your face would turn red when he tugged on your pigtails or pushed you to the ground. osamu held it in his hands for a moment, wanting to feel how soft it was. he could almost picture you holding it on the playground, snuggling it when you got scared, hoping it would give you comfort if you got sad. “this one,” he announces.

the boys’ mother smiled warmly at him, happy that he seemed to take the task seriously. “that’s so sweet, samu! do you want to be the one to give it to her?”

osamu looked at his mother and then at the little duckling in his hands. his own smile crept its way on his face. yes, he did want to be the one to give it to you.

cut to all these years later, and osamu’s forgotten he even gave you the damn thing because he’s an idiot. it’s sitting on your bed, slightly worn but still clean as if you’re taking great care of it. he stares down at the little thing while you’re in the shower, wondering why you like it so much. he’ll get so annoyed when he comes home and finds you cuddling with it in your sleep, refusing to put it down when osamu curls up next to you.

its stupid little button eyes keep staring back at him. he’s not actually jealous of some dumb toy, is he? but you handle it with so much care that you don’t offer to much else. if osamu wants to chuck it off the bed to make out with you, he has to deal with your bitching about how he has to “set it down gently”. part of him just wants to rip the stupid thing to shreds but he remembers how much you cried when you were little. you were probably too old to get that upset about it now but he doesn’t want to deal with the grief.

“you’re still staring at him?” you asked coming out of the bathroom, hair still wet from the shower. you had one of osamu’s shirts on, ending just up above your knees.

osamu snorts. “him?” of course it’s a boy. this is so stupid…

“yes,” you giggle, taking the offending toy in your arms while you sit on the mattress. “and his name is cheep, thank you very much.” the man in front of you rolls his eyes, getting on the bed to hover over you, having other things on his mind than some stupid toy.

he kisses along your neck, hands wandering places they shouldn’t and you know that you’ll probably have to take another shower very soon. he snatches “cheep” from your hands but your whines stop him from throwing it to the floor. reluctantly, he sets it aside so he doesn’t have to hear you complain. “why do ya like the stupid thing so much?” he asks, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“he’s not stupid,” the feeling of osamu’s lips on your skin forces soft moans from your lips, arms wrapped around his form to pull him closer to you. “someone special gave him to me…”

it still sounds a little dumb to him, but osamu keeps his comments to himself after seeing you look so content.

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[angelplummie]

Hello! How are you? I saw your HCs of Class A boy’s insecurities and I enjoyed reading it! May I request Shinsou, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Sero for the next part of them if you are planning on doing a Part 2? Thank you💜

THINGS CLASS 1-A BOYS ARE INSECURE ABOUT and how you help them feel better p.2

tiny angst big comfort

1A boys x reader

masterlist

warnings: none!

part 1 shiratorizawa ver.

TODOROKI

•shoto, surprisingly, has insanely hairy legs

•like HOLY SHIT THAT GUYS LEGS ARE HAIRY

• he’s kinda self conscious about it especially since he got teased for it as a kid, and it’s kinda unexpected of him

• when he’s at ur dorm ur watching a movie and ur doing that cute couples thing where he’s on the sofa and ur right below him and his legs are on either side of u

•well his sweats were riding up his leg so much so that the elastic is over his knee now, and his whole shin is out

• absent mindedly, you lean over to one side and wrap your arms around his calve.

•he kinda jumps when you run your fingers through the hair and muzzle your face into his knee

•”what are you doing?”

•”hm?”

•”why are you hugging my leg?”

• “cuz i wanted to. do you want me to stop?”

• ...

• “no”

• you turn back the movie fingers resuming their gentle combing through his leg hairs. which felt weird for shoto, but not necessarily unwelcome

•he was a little embarrassed, but you didn’t seem to mind his leg hair, so why should he?

BAKUGOU

• for some reason, he’s really hyper conscious of how he smells? like he’s showering all the time just to make sure he doesn’t reek

•it probably comes from his sweating a lot for his quirk, but either way, he does not want to smell bad ever. ever ever ever ever

• especially when he starts dating you, he hates the idea of him hugging you and you just thinking about how badly he reeks

• (even though no one has ever told him he smells bad, or even suggested it? entirely in his head)

• so when he comes home one day after gruelling hero training, all sweaty and gross because the showers were closed, his worst fear comes to light as you jump on him, throwing your arms around his middle and pressing your face into the side of his chest, dangerously close to his armpit

•he can’t open his arms, then ud be hit with stench, so he squeezes his arms into his side and gives ur back an awkward pat

•you huff and hold him tighter

• “hug me properly!!”

•he sighs

• “can’t, ’m too stinky from training”

• “like i care, im showering later anyway”

• begrudgingly, he opens his arms and embraces you.

• “you don’t even smell bad”

• “i don’t?”

• “no. you just smell like my boyfriend”

• he grumbles something before kissing the top of your head

• “that was cute. now go shower”

SERO

•has really bad acne

• gets quite down about it tbh, he thinks it makes him look so ugly :(((

• has tried everything under the sun to get rid of them

• but nothing seems to work

•picks at them nonstop, asked denki to shock him every time he catches him doing it

• put fuckinh tooth paste on that shit cuz he’s an idiot, wondered how that turned out ser-bear 🤡

•anywho,,, when u guys start dating and hanging out more, u seek the way he drowns his skin in chemicals and looks at his pimple covered face with distain whenever he has the mirror to himself

•you feel bad, bc u actually find acne really hot, but u know it wouldn’t help just to tell him he’s a smoke show

• so u tell him physically, holding his face in your hands and kissing his scarred, hyper-pigmented cheeks, even doing your face masks with him to give his skin a break from his incessant onslaught

• he slowly starts to feel neutral to the pink that covers his cheeks, and with your help, the acne dies down. even when it flares up again, he doesn’t mind too much, because he knows you will always love his face, no matter what

SHISOU

•he can never get his hair to behave

•it always ends up in the same overly voluminous mane, and he hates it

• he wants it to look something like todorokis, but his hair is too thin and too poofy to go down straight like that

• so he always ends up with untameable hair every morning, it really bothers him

• it wasn’t really that huge of an issue, until he started liking you

• he didn’t wanna be know as the mind control boy with the shitty hair to you, he wanted you to like him to :(

• that’s why he’s over the moon when you come up behind him when he’s finishing work off at break still in his desk and you take a strand of his hair and run your fingers over it

•he jumps a little initially

•”what are you doing?”

•when he spins around he sees it’s you and his eyes instantly soften

•”your hair is really soft shinsou. how do you get it so poofy?” you say still carding your fingers thru it

•his brain function stops when he feels your hands on his scalp and his heart is surely going to shatter his ribs with how fast it’s beating

• “Shinsou?”

• “mommy? I MEAN YES”

(not really but can you imagine)

• “mhm? oh yeah, uh, i don’t really do anything to it, it’s just like that.”

•”damn that’s pretty cool, you must do something for it to be this soft though.”

•”i-i dont.”

•”hm. pretty cool”

• you give his head a final ruffle just as the bell goes and you flounce back to you desk

•like he’s gonna be able to concentrate after that

thank u for tuning in to part 2!!!! i am greatly enjoying this series, if u want to request any other characters/volleyball teams pls sound off in my asks!! hope u had fun reading! reblogs and replies appreciated!! bye love you bye !

[nanamisflowerfield]

Okay, my B'day is coming up on Saturday. Pls may I have a scenario (a smol one) When Reader is pulling a All-nighter on Gaming w/ Itaru. And Itaru decides to confess her? (Reader is not Director)

Like he had crush on her since long. But he didn't got opportunity, so he's telling this on the night before her B'day :3

And yeah, I don't mean I want you to write it instinly. You can do it when u get time. Thank you~

I'm so sorry for not writing it sooner, love ;w; I feel so bad about it! I wrote it as fast as I could! I know you said university is important and all, but I felt so bad for not doing it sooner >3<

Also it is Banri, because you wanted me to write for Banri and asked to change it! I hope that you like it and have a lovely day, sweety! :3

Banri ate the Pockys that Juza bought just this morning and stashed it somewhere in their shared room. “Since when are you eating them?” You asked your dear friend, glancing up from your phone to stare at the boy in front of you. “Found them. They are the idiot’s sweets and I thought “Hey, why not annoy him?”.” Banri smirked as you shook your head, knowing that they will start arguing sooner or later again.

“Are you ready to lose?” You grabbed the controller in front of you, wanting to play the game with your best friend, who sat himself down next to you. “We both know, that I will be the winner.” He stuck out his tongue, before he gave you a shit-eating grin.

While you two started playing, Banri still had won every battle, even though his focus was on you. Not the character you were playing, no, it was you and your adorable face and the funny expression you did, while you tried to win against the autumn troupe actor. “Tomorrow is the big day…” You just nodded your head.

It was truly a big day. After all, it was your birthday!

And your best friend, whose knee had brushed yours, while eating a few snacks, had hoped that you might like the little present he had bought you. That was after all, the first gift that he wanted to give you.

The second one, on the other hand… Well… That was confessing his crush on you. After a very long time, that annoying guy, that you had dearly by your side, had developed a crush on you. A big one.

Had he any time to confess his feelings to you? Not really. He was too busy with the mankai company, just like you were busy with your plans.

But there were times, he just wanted to press you against a wall and confess to you, just like all these boys in the mangas that Muku loves to read.

There were times, he could have done it, but would you reject him?

Maybe… Maybe Banri might be a bit too afraid to to get a rejection of his best friend and crush.

You grunted, not realizing that Banri’s eyes wandered towards the door and stare at one dark-haired actor of the same troupe and roommate of his. He mouthed some words towards him. Words that made Banri’s blue orbs roll, nodding slightly his head and continued to play the game.

“Make a move, idiot.” Were the words Juza had mouthed to him. “Or else you will never get an answer.”

Hours went by and the autumn troupe leader was still winning like a pro. Hours! Damn hours and he still didn’t know how to tell you it… Even during this all-nighter. He wanted to tell you this before your birthday so… Maybe… No…

A sigh left the light brunette actor. “Something wrong?” You asked him, (e/c) not leaving the game. “Did you know that I have a crush on you?” Banri finally had uttered it out.

“What?” You moved your gaze at him, not noticing that he had killed you in the game again. “Aaaand you lost.” He mumbled. “You have a crush on me?” The only thing that your best friend did was to roll his eyes. “Isn’t that a bit obvious. I wasn’t really hiding it and even that damn Hyodo had figured it out.”

Your eyes widen at his words. Had everybody known about it already?

“So…?” He put his controller down, watching your movements closely. “Are you rejecting me now?”

Your cheeks warmed up, confused and happy to finally hear these words from Banri. “I could never reject you, Ban… I like you too… A lot.” You smiled at him back, hands intervening with his. “Good… So, we are a thing now?” You chuckled, nodding his head.

“Great- Oh, right.” He glanced to the side. “It’s midnight… And your birthday starts in… 3… 2… 1… Happy birthday, (y/n).”

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[applesontheground]

road dog 🕯️

something really short and with minimal editing because i missed my murder mechanic and both @hersweetrevenge and @early20sfailingplenty got me all in my feelings about him today. sorry if it’s too soft, you know how i get u-u

SFW | Word Count: 1,270 | Bo Sinclair x GN Reader

🎼: just pick a pearl jam song that makes you cry if you have one

When you’d first seen Bo’s truck, you didn’t think you could ever get used to riding around in it. Luckily, there wasn’t a lot of need to – let alone for you to come along unless he was fishing for the company.

He had seen the way you looked at it, tracing the chipping paint job or flinching at the way one headlight sometimes came on without being turned on. He’d play it off, call it a fluke that even he couldn’t figure out in an attempt to take your eyes off of the little things. Climbing inside was another battle in itself between Bo laughing at your inability to get up without clinging for dear life, and hearing the way the old metal creaked underneath your shoes at the slightest nudge.

Once it started going, though, you felt secure enough to at least trust that the damn thing wouldn’t bite you. Being inside was much more stable than standing on the outside. So secure that you had sank against the car door during the night’s drive, listening to the simultaneous noise of the vehicle rumbling under your feet and the man in the driver’s seat until the first stars began poking through the foggy, smudged windows.

“So then he tells me ‘I’ve never paid forty dollars for some goddamn hubcaps.’ Doesn’t really matter when I’m the one who messed ‘em up for him, but still. Who raised the boy?” You smirked at the question, Bo going on from pausing just to hear the quiet laugh and his voice taking on an easier tone despite the gripe, “That’s how much I fuckin’ pay for ‘em. It’s not a bad price, I’ve seen more expensive.”

“It’s believable.” You yawned. He grumbled in affirmation and turned the radio up a few notches, but maybe sat like that for a few seconds and one slight road bump before rolling his neck and opening his mouth again “And another thing that didn’t sit right about ‘em. He didn’t even hold the damn door open for his friends. Don’t think he looked at ‘em once while he was talking to me neither. Wouldn’t have even known they were friends, he was s’posed to be engaged to the one lady.”

Your eyes fought to open again from a blink, head knocking against the window as you hummed back because you were too tired to verbalize it. Another pause only solidified what was already in motion, you slowly slinking to grab something off the floor as Bo continued to ramble about the tourists that had come in the day before. He liked to mull over details, even long after they had passed him. Things that shouldn’t be important, but soon realized were things he would keep in mind for the next time visitors stopped in.

“What kinda man doesn’t know how to check the oil every once and awhile if he needs to, huh?” When Bo didn’t hear you answer, he finally glanced away from the road, brow furrowing slightly. It immediately released when he saw your eyes well past closed under a passing streetlight as the truck continued down the road. Any thought he might’ve had before slid out the half-cracked window at the way your head was tilting down, ready to topple forward should he hit the brake too hard. The passing thought made him smirk, but soon the full smile as he finally shut up for your sake.

You couldn’t have looked any smaller, finding his jacket from the floor just to pull over yourself in between being awake and passing out. He had asked you if it had been too cold, but of course you had said you were fine. Still, all the excuse to do this, he then realized. The quiet roll of the static in between the song playing made a sullen feeling settle in, and he finally had to slowly roll his hand over the knee closest to him. You lifted your head, eyes barely open to glance over at him. “Where are we?” You asked groggily, and he almost chuckled at the way you immediately shifted from the window towards him, eyes still half closed. Watching you slide over the bench slowly, pulling on the edge of the seat for your own support, Bo replied, “Just ten minutes away. You tired?”

“I look tired?” You squinted at him harder, making him laugh a little louder as you settled your temple against his shoulder, pulling the jacket over your mouth and the tip of your nose as you sighed, “Wake me up when we get there.”

His arm went around your shoulders, hand securing your opposite arm to keep you upright. Your body was so warm from the sleep, immediately snuggling against his side and pressing against him with a tired but comfortable slouch. Your hand slithered out from under the jacket to sit on his thigh loosely. Bo slowly relaxed under the light weight on his ribcage, and when he was sure you were out again and the lull of the radio would drown out anything he said under his breath, he let his low voice hum, “Well, what am I gonna do with you, [Y/N]?”

The resounding silence, your head rubbing slightly to readjust against his chest, only made him clear his throat to choke down the wobbly feeling threatening to show itself. He knew that for one, he wasn’t going to let anything tear you away from him. It had been awhile since that was even on the table, you good at staying out of the way and him more than willing to lay down a bit of work to keep it that way, but he now knew that this hold between you and him -- this weight against his hip -- was going to be taken away over his dead fucking body.

Pulling up to the house, Bo murmured into the top of your head, pressing a kiss there before he spoke, “C’mon, we’re home. Get up.” He tried not to break out into that soft laughter when you jolted at his gentle shaking. You inhaled sharply in waking, rolling your shoulders in a stretch, and that was when Bo had briefly wished he had just carried you in without disturbing that peaceful expression.

Still, you glanced up at him, and that same lazy smile was back on your face that was impossible not to mirror. “A’right.” You rasped. He only got out when he was sure you weren’t leaning so heavily on him and would very well fall out after him, watching you have control in your fumble and laughing at the haphazard stumble to the ground.

You grinned, inhaling deeply to prepare for the cold surrounding you. You took your time before starting to hold your arms out to him with the jacket, hesitantly pull it off your body. Bo took one look at how you stiffened before taking the garment in his own hands, but instead pulling it back up to your shoulders. You only stared up at him as he asked, “I look like I need it?”

You only blinked at that, and he turned to walk with a smirk trying to hide itself. You followed his shadow like a puppy, and murmured, “You’re too good to me.”

Bo held his arm out, letting you duck underneath and settle against his side again. Warmth flooding over, he replied in a dry voice that only served as a wall for the softness that wanted to break through, “As good as you’ll ever need, darling.”

He only hoped that he could mean that one day.

[tickle-page]

“Just do it!”

🎃Tickletober day 3- Suspense🎃

Lee: Killua

Ler: Gon

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Killua was stretching w/ his shirt being riled up in the process. At that moment, Gon had gotten a great plan, more like a mischievous one at that. He leaned over and poked the white haired exposed side. “GaH!! Gon?!”

“Yes, Killua? Something wrong?” The green haired boy looked up at him w/ the biggest grin that one can muster on his face.

“You know damn well what u did.” If looks could kill, Gon be dead at an instant.

“No, I don’t know what I did. Can u please explain it to me?”

“Ugh, u fucking poked me.”

“And? What’s so wrong about poking u?”

“It tickled damn it, would u like it if I randomly poked u at different times?” Killua poked Gon’s side, but no reaction.

“Sry, Killua, but I’m not as ticklish as u. Plus, I like being tickled.” It was Gon, Ofc he could admit anything as embarrassing as that.

“Just don’t do that again.”

“Ok!” The greenette lied.

*********

“Hey Gon, I’m bored~” Killua layed down on the green haired’s bed, while he folded his arms behind his head and was abt to go to sleep, until Gon said smthing that made him twitch.

“U just want me to tickle u huh?” He wiggled his finger above the short one’s naval, giving him a few air tickles.

“NO! Don’t do it!” Killua released one of his arms and pulled down his black shirt, while he turned to look at a smiling ler.

“Aww, come on, I know u like this~” he teased as he climbed on top of him straddling his hips, just barely touching his clothed stomach.

“Eek! Gohohohon!!! Get off of me!” Killua tried to push him off, but for someone who isn’t as powerful as his friend, he was pretty damn strong, and he wasn’t gonna budge.

“Just one little scribble?”

“No!”

“Just one little scratch?”

“NO!”

“Just one little claw?~”

“For fuck sake! Stop!”

“Ok, ok, whatever u say, ya highness.” And Gon got off of him as suggested.

*********

Kurapika, Leorio, Gon, and Killua, were all sitting down on the couch watching a movie. Killua and Gon huddled underneath one blanket, bc they’re bsfs ur honnor, though I couldn’t rlly say the same for the other two. The blonde one liked his space as goes to the doctor, they were insufferable. Too bad Leorio only had two blankets, one for himself and the other one for when it got cold outside. Killua just had to wear his shorts too, no pjs, no pajama pants, shorts… he was kinda wishing he died right there and then.

Gon looked at a focused white hair watching the tv, and he slid his hand down to place on the latter’s knee. It made him jump under his touch. The other two, who was trying to mind their business, looked over to a red faced assassin, and a giggly hunter. “Is everything ok, Killua?” Kurapika asked.

“*Cough* peachy…”

They all turned their focus to the tv, while Killua was hoping no one remebered, but ofc, his friend had to tease him again. Gon, squeezed his kneecap, making the latter squeak and kick the coffee table.

“Killua?! Be careful! This is limited edition!” Leorio bent down to caress his one and only coffee table.

“Get ur ass up, u look like a damn child.” Kurapika huffed.

“Coming from the actual child.”

“Hey, no fighting, this is suppose to be a fun night.” Gon told them.

“Ur right…” Leorio got back on the couch, and they continued to watch their movie, that is, until Gon did the forbidden thing, again. He scratched his index finger where Killua’s knee met his leg.

“Ahahhahaah!!! Stop tickling me, Gon!” Thank GOD, the others were asleep, or this would’ve ended bad.

“U don’t like me tickling u?” He asked in slight confusion, though he knows what the latter wants, and to make it a little more interesting, he decided to play w/ him.

“No… I think tickling feels so angelic- OFC I DON’T WANT U TICKLING ME!!!” Killua yelled whispered, as to not wake them up.

Gon couldn’t hold back a laugh at his sarcastic answer. “Pfft- ok, ok, I’ll stop.”

“Thank you,” finally he can watch the movie and relax.

********

1 week passed, and Gon has yet to tickle Killua. He doesn’t care, ofc, just a little worried abt his friend… yh… his friend…

The white haired boy reached to the top shelf to grab a plate w/ his whole stomach exposed to his ribs. Gon walked in the kitchen, and told him, “excuse me, Killua.” And then the greenette grabbed a fork, and walked back out the room.

No slight poking or prodding.

No teasy remark.

No, “You’re just begging me to tickle you.”

Killua doesn’t know how he feels abt this, but out of no circumstance will he ever ask him to tickle him, ever.

It happened again the next week.

Killua started to “bully” Gon in a playful way, but still, he has yet to tickle him.

No, “You want me to tickle u to shut up?”

No, “Fine, here’s the tickle monster.”

No, “You need to give the tickle monster a little break, he’s all worn out, that doesn’t mean I won’t tickle u though~”

Just a, “Really, Killua? You could do better, Ha!”

Then the next week he didn’t tickle him.

Killua put his socked feet in Gon’s lap, so he could just get a tiny scratch out of the dude, but still, he didn’t fucking touch him.

No, “Awww, look at theses wiggly pigs you have~ Let’s count them to make sure they’re all here.”

No holding down his ankles and absolutely destroying his soles.

No drawing teasy patterns on his foot and ankles.

Nothing.

Did what Killua said rlly affect him that much? When he said “stop tickling me”, he didn’t mean forever, he meant just that night. Ofc, he could’ve been more clear w/ it, but he wasn’t gonna go into detail and say, “Can u stop tickling me for the night? The other’s could wake up any moment now.” Whatever it was, whatever Gon was doing, was obviously working. He cracked.

“Ok, Gon. Why haven’t u tickled me for 3 fucking weeks?!”

“What?” Gon looked over at him, making him flustered now that he mentioned it, but it was way too late to back out now.

“You haven’t touched me for a long time… Are u mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad at u?”

“Because, everything that I have done these past three weeks, u haven’t tickled me, I was just worried that’s all.”

“What are u saying?“

‘Is Gon really gonna make me say it? I’m pretty sure he won’t judge me for it, right? It’s not like I enjoy being tickled everytime, just not infront of other ppl, and he needs to give me a break. There is no other choice, tbf, I’m rlly touched starve. I’ll just plain out say it. Hopefully he doesn’t degrade me for it, only the future will tell.’ Then Killua decided to tell him.

“Can… can u… uhm… canyoutickleme?”

“Can I what?” Gon leaned in closer to the red faced preteen, acting like he didn’t hear him clearly.

“Ugh, I said… can u please fucking tickle me?!”

“I just wanted u to say it,” Gon smiled, grabbed his ankle, then scratched hard on his socked sole.

‘That cheeky bastard.’

[mentalpolaroids]

Power

[gif creds @spacesourcx​]

JJ Maybank x female!Reader

Request: JJ comforts the reader after she gets that “i miss u” text from an old & toxic friend? and he just reassures her that she deserves better than that.

Warnings: mentions of toxic friendship, swearing

Hey I’m back in the OBX we should meet up! Xo

Those words sent to (Y/N)’s phone were the reason her laughter from JJ’s joke died down. She read the text as if all of a sudden she couldn’t understand English and checked the name of the sender countless times to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. Anxiety started to make itself noticed and not even the water drops falling from the tips of her hair over the phone screen could break her from her panicked state. Why is she back and what the hell does she want with me now?

Sophia Ferguson, (Y/N)’s first friend throughout her entire childhood and the main cause of her present trauma. Fear of heights from when she got locked out on the balcony? Sophia’s fault. Fear of spiders from when she woke up to one on her forehead during a sleepover? Sophia’s fault. Insecurity to give her own opinion and speak her mind from being told to shut up and that she never knew what she was talking about? Sophia’s fault. Hatred for her body for constantly being compared to her friends? Sophia’s fault. Trust issues? Sophia’s fault. Everything that was supposed to mold (Y/N) into the person she is now came from Sophia’s toxic behaviors, that only when she left town to go live with her mother and (Y/N) found herself freed from her, did she realise how much she had suffered, silently, in the hands of the girl she considered her best friend. She missed out on so many good things that could’ve gone her way just to please Sophia, who treated her more like a doll who she could play with when she was bored instead of a real friend, who blindly did everything she craved just to be accepted. That, and because the Ferguson girl made sure to remind her that she was her first friend ever and she owed her that. So (Y/N) never left her, even when all she wanted to do was cry when Sophia’s brothers would make fun of her and she would just laugh along, even when she would go along with her plans knowing she would get in trouble when she got home. She stayed until the damage couldn’t be reversible and now all those memories were coming back. Sophia had the power of controlling her emotions even when she was away and (Y/N) could finally say she had had enough. 

“(Y/N/N), you ok?” John B’s worried voice brought her focus back to the Pogues, now all staring at her with concern and curiosity.  

“Yeah.” she answered in a low tone, locking her phone and putting it away. She smiled at her friends, trying to go back to appreciate the nice day they were having out on the HMS Pogue, but no one bought her attempt of reassurance, especially JJ, who put down the fishing net and went to sit down beside her, not bothering to understand the concept of personal space. He studied her profile looking out into the sun beginning to set and tried to read her emotions without getting distracted by her beauty. 

“What?” (Y/N) asked, after noticing everyone still looking at her. 

“What’s wrong?” JJ asked, nudging her knee with his own.

“Nothing.”

JJ rolled his eyes and Kie asked.

“You sure?”

“Yes.” her simple and assertive answer made the Pogues understand it wasn’t the time to push her to talk. Whatever it was, she needed time to process it and, whenever she felt ready, she would talk. Not with them though, but with JJ. He was the one she would always vent to and then the boy would succinctly tell them what the issue was, without ever crossing her privacy by keeping out details and the story low key. He would never do anything that would risk losing her trust. 

(Y/N) could still feel JJ’s eyes on her and, with a slight nudge of their knees, she reassured him.

“We’ll talk later, ok? I promise.”

“Damn right.”

He threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him, ruffling her half dried hair and comfortingly kissed the top of her head. 

Are you still friends with Kiara? She should come hang with us too

Hello? Answer pls

(Y/N) shook her head at the notifications of the texts but chose to ignore once again, putting her phone on mute. 

“Yo, seriously, what’s going on?” JJ insisted, after he unsuccessfully tried to look at her phone screen to see what was twisting her mood. 

“I told you we’ll talk later, JJ. Can we just enjoy the rest of the day?” she gave him a pleading look, “Please?” 

He nodded, but not happy with the girl dropping the topic. 

Ever since (Y/N) had the surfing accident, where she miscalculated the strength of the wave that sent her underwater and her surfboard hit her head, leaving her unconscious in the ocean, JJ only took his eyes off of the girl when he was sleeping, and even then, he would have nightmares about the scene. The memory of his best friend floating face down in the water, looking pretty much dead, haunted him until that day, and he promised himself he would keep an eye on her and make sure she was always ok, no matter if it was a grumpy mood due to a mosquito bite or her regular insomnias, he would be there for her and make sure she was safe. Anything to prevent him being without her. That he couldn’t bear.

..

“Alright, here I am.” (Y/N) announced her presence in the backyard of the chateau, a mug of tea warming up her hands. 

“Let’s talk then.” JJ, the only one in the backyard, answered, throwing the butt of his joint to the fire.  

(Y/N) sat down on the rusty chair across from the hammock where the boy swung lightly, a foot on the ground controlling the movement. He looked at her, smiling at her figure illuminated by the yellowish light from the small flames between them. Before he could distract himself and daydream about the girl, he cleaned his throat and spoke.

“So, what’s up?” 

The girl sighted. 

“Do you remember me telling you about Sophia?”

“Your bitch childhood friend?”

(Y/N) bit her lip to avoid a laugh over his choice of adjective.

“Yeah.”

“Wait, was she the one texting you earlier?”

She nodded, taking a sip from her tea. 

“Apparently she’s back for the summer and wanted to hang out.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing yet.”

Her eyes were entertained with the burning wood, watching the fire dance around it. Her mind was going back to all the times she went home crying after spending the day with Sophia. They drifted apart when they landed in different classes in high school, which was a relief for (Y/N). She could see Sophia making new friends, totally fine and content with her absence, but that wasn’t what bothered her. What made her dread going to school every morning was how, even apart, she could still torment her. Sophia would cross paths with her in the corridors along with her new friends and throw comments that, to her, were the usual way of showing her power, while to (Y/N) it was the biggest embarrassment as she witnessed the small group laugh at her unapologetically. One day Kiara found her in the restroom attempting to clean her top while tears ran down her face. Sophia nicely had asked the girl to grab her a grape juice from the bar, only for one of her new besties to accidentally bump into her and spill it all over herself. The juice was forgotten by the Ferguson, as if all that trouble was only for her to have a good laugh. That was the last straw and (Y/N) immediately accepted Kiara’s invite to go hang with her. She knew the Pogues, they got along well, but because of her shyness, insecurity and also Sophia’s insistence that she was her best friend, her only friend, (Y/N) never really hung out with them much despite the multiple invitations. She would love, and she knew she needed, to make new friends and the four Pogues were a great option, plus, the blonde boy was always the one putting a smile on her face every time they walked by each other, either with an excited wave or a playful greeting. 

“Hey,” JJ’s voice interrupted her trip through her memories, “come lay next to me, I’m cold and you look comfy.”

She chuckled.

“Do you want me to go grab your sweater?”

“Nope. I want you to cuddle with me.”

The girl put down her mug and moved to the hammock, chuckling at JJ’s attempt of making room for her in between the harsh movements of the hammock. 

“You’re gonna fall before I can even sit.”

“Fine.” he sat up, throwing his legs to each side of the hammock, his sock covered feet hanging out, “Hop in.”

“That sounded so wrong.” she sat down, trying not to crush his leg as she positioned herself in between his thighs.

“Oh.” he smirked, catching up with his own unintentional sexual innuendo. 

“Don’t.”

(Y/N) leaned back, sighing at the comfortable feeling of JJ’s arms around her torso. 

“So, you’re not actually thinking of hanging out with her, are you?”

“Hell no. I don’t even intend on replying to her texts.” 

“But…?” he asked, knowing she wasn’t being fully honest. She knew it was coming, so she cuddled more into his chest, seeking comfort while she dipped again into her past moments with Sophia.

“But, I know I’ll feel bad for ignoring it.”

“Why would you feel bad? (Y/N), she was an awful bitch to you.”

“I know. And, trust me, I don’t plan on having her back in my life again, but she still affects me.” she squeezed his arm, “I hate how even through a text I can still feel her power over me. I hate how I feel so weak at just the thought of her.” the crack in her voice made JJ tighten his embrace on her, “I just want her to leave me alone. In the present and in my head.”

She quickly brushed the tear that fell over her cheek, refusing to cry over her ex-best friend like she did so many times in the past. 

“Hey,” the boy called softly, making her look at him. She turned on her side to be able to look at him properly, “those tears,” he cleaned the wet skin under her eye, “are not worth falling over her.”

“I know.” she mumbled. 

“The only thing she deserves from you is you living your best life without her. And a bitch slap.”

She laughed at his last sentence and he joined, looking down at her. 

“You’re an idiot and I wouldn’t have you any other way.” she commented, holding his gaze and he started to caress her back, the warmth of his hand over the fabric of the sweater easing up her stressed mind. 

“And you’re the coolest and badassest girl ever.” he moved his hand up to pinch her cheek, letting his fingers lightly and gently run across the skin after. She laughed at the use of the made up word and moved her head to kiss JJ’s fingers, a gesture that caught both by surprise. She wasn’t sure why she did that, but it felt right, and by the way JJ was now staring at her, it seemed like he didn’t mind either. 

“Was that weird?” she asked apprehensively, her voice almost in a whisper. 

“No.” he smiled, “But if you wanted to kiss something, my lips are right here.” he pursed his lips jokingly, making her shake her head at his always unexpected mood breaker. 

“Well, then gimme those.”

“You sure? ‘Cause they are a huge deal, once you have them, you can’t get enough of them.”

“I think I’m fine with that.”

“No, but seriously...” he was starting to ramble, and she knew it was his way of coping with his nervousness, which she found cute.

“Can you just kiss me already?”

“Yo, you were supposed to interrupt me with a kiss mid sentence. Like in the movies and shit.”

“Are you done?” for more fun she was finding the situation, she was getting frustrated. Just fucking kiss me dammit.

“Yup, think so.”

She slid a hand to the back of his neck and pulled his face closer with her fingers in between his locks, “Good.” and with a soft smile, she finally got the lips. It felt euphoric and natural at the same time, the heat inside her giving away how much she longed for that kiss. JJ’s eager hands to touch her and pull her closer revealed the same, no longer feeling the need to be discreet about his desire for her. 

The need for air made them pull away a bit, they’re foreheads resting against one another. 

“I meant what I said though, about Sophia. She doesn’t deserve not even a thought from you.” tears threatened to fall again from her eyes, “I think you’re wrong. She doesn’t have power over you. She treated you like shit and you’re still this amazing person and it just shows how fucking powerful you are.” he pecked her lips and mirrored her smile, “And I’m so fucking proud of you.”

JJ’s words planted itself in her mind and (Y/N) could finally agree: Sophia didn’t have power over her. Sophia didn’t deserve her tears. Sophia could go fuck herself. Because (Y/N) was happy and she wouldn’t allow her, or anyone else, to destroy that. 

She kissed JJ again, with such passion that she thought she had imagined a moan coming from the boy. With her lips traveling down his neck and his hands starting to push her sweater up to feel her skin, she spoke. 

“How about we head inside? It’s warmer there.”

“Oh and it will get warmer, alright?” he commented, squeezing her waist.

With a laugh, she pulled her lips away from his neck and looked at him, adoration and gratefulness peeking from her stare. 

“Thank you.” 

He knew what she was referring to. Once again, he made sure nothing would harm her, that she would be safe, and he made sure to show her how much he cared after they headed inside, the heat growing in his room putting the fire outside to shame. 

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@pogueslandia​