#LIKE. PLEASE. LEAVE ALL THESE FUCKING NERDS including me in that but i’m not one of the insufferable kinds TO REST NOW

[falinscloaca]

new tf2 leaks came out hopefully indicating there *isn’t* some secret massive game-“saving” update in the future, thus setting the souls of thousands of gamers free to move onto other things or come to terms with their game’s official support (and gambling economy) being finite

[magniloquent-raven]

the devil ain't a beast

Day 1 of @harringrove-flip-reverse-it: Found Family

(read on ao3)

**

Dear Steve,

If you’re reading this, I better be dead. I told you assholes not to open

It’s okay that you guys couldn't

Hey,

It’s weird writing this while you’re sitting right over there

Steve,

I just…wanted to say thank you. I never said it, after you stood up to Billy for me. For Lucas. I should have.

Thank you.

Not just for what you did that night, but everything after that. All the little things. The free movies and driving all of us around and letting me poach quarters out of your glove box (I know you noticed). I know I’m about to die so Maybe it’s stupid to be thinking about some change and a back entrance into the theatre when I’m under the circumstances, but it’s more about the fact that you didn’t have to do any of it.

I know Dustin strong-armed you into helping with the whole D’art situation, but after that you kept choosing to hang out with us, when I’m sure you could’ve found better things to do.

So. I hope you don’t mind that we all kind of see you as a big brother, because we do. I do. It was nice knowing what it’s like for people who aren’t scared to care about their siblings.

When Billy died I’m sorry for pulling away after Starcourt I couldn’t even handle losing the brother I sort of hated, so

Please keep looking after Lucas for me.

-Max

Billy never really learned to keep his nose out of other people’s business.

Maybe this will finally teach him.

The letter falls from his numb fingers, floating back into place on Steve’s desk, light as air and landing silently.

His grip on the page left it crumpled, wrinkled, sweaty fingerprints dented into the blank space below Max’s last words for Steve. Damning evidence that he’s been snooping around, not that Steve would normally care. What’s mine is yours, he said. And so far it seems he meant it.

The words leave a bitter taste in his mouth now.

But he never wanted Max to be his sister, did he. He always said as much. To anyone who would listen, including Max herself. It’s not surprising that she decided to replace him with someone better. His stare goes glassy, scattered papers and trophies and the yellow lamp all blur. His eyes sting.

He has no right to be hurt over this. It shouldn’t hit him like a punch in the gut, but it has, and he aches all over, swaying, nauseated.

And there’s not a damn thing he can do about it. That’s the worst part. He can’t make it better, there’s no fixing this, no patching things up with Max, no going back in time and beating the shit out of himself before he can ruin everything.

No one wanted to tell him, at first. After he clawed his way out of a fissure in the ground, blood and dirt under his nails, and scared the shit out of all of Max’s little nerd friends. She was conspicuously missing, and no one would tell him why.

Being trapped in hell for eight and a half months wasn’t as bad as finding out he was two days too late to ever talk to his sister again. At least when he was being attacked by monsters he could fight back. There’s no fighting this. There’s no excising his grief no matter how many times he bloodies his knuckles.

The sound of the front door being flung open echoes up the stairs. “I’m home!” Steve calls just barely loud enough to be heard, muted by exhaustion.

Billy goes rigid, tension coiling up his spine. It’s usually a relief when Steve comes back, after the quiet, the boredom of being cooped up in an empty house all day. He’s a bright spot, a comforting presence…

It’s not hard to see why Max preferred him.

Billy lets out a slow breath, and swipes at the wetness on his cheeks.

Familiar anger bubbles up in the back of his throat. So familiar it’s almost comforting. He’d rather be angry than blubbering like a child, wallowing in misery.

He’s tired of being second best. Never the favourite, never good enough.

He can’t do anything about how fucking inadequate he was, he can’t ever change enough to make it right, so what’s the fucking point, what’s the point of any of this.

It’s pressure behind his eyes now, tears blurring with something else, that rage that threatens to blind him. He can feel it in his fingertips, and coiled like a snake between his ribcage.

He has to get out. He has to just. Go. Before he breaks another thing that can’t be fixed.

He doesn’t look at Steve, doesn’t listen to his confused stuttering, and he barely feels their shoulders collide as he pushes past him, out the door.

[ladykailitha]

In the Midnight Hour Part 7

Guys, guys, I am sooo close to finishing this. And if I didn’t have real adulting I had to do today, I would have finished it tonight. But...that said I am literally in the middle of writing the Vecna finale. So excited y’all.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

*

Eddie spent the day lounging around his lair, waiting for Vecna. When Vecna finally arrived, Eddie’s eyes flicked to the monster’s right hand and was pleased with what he saw.

“You were supposed to hunt those jocks,” Vecna snarled.

“I was merely keeping my nightly appointment with Harrington as requested,” Eddie said. “And thought I’d weaken more than just his mind.”

Vecna snarled. “I couldn’t see what was going on.”

Eddie reared his head back in confusion. “That’s never happened before.”

“The Harrington boy is becoming a liability,” Vecna snarled. “I want you to kill him.”

Eddie threw his hands up in the air. “I told you at the beginning of this that there is a line I won’t cross. And killing was one of them. If you wanted a murderer, to pick someone else. Despite what this fucking town thinks, I won’t kill.”

Vecna reached out and grabbed Eddie by the neck, lifting him up. “I am your master. You will do as I say!”

Eddie didn’t even bring his hands up to try and stop him. “Do it. Kill me. I’m already dead. All this was just prolonging the inevitable. Making my friends and family suffer. I never wanted to die, but I sure the hell didn’t want to be brought back as your plaything either.”

Vecna threw him against the wall and Eddie made no move with his wings to slow the decent. He knew that would only anger Vecna further.

“I am almost back to full strength,” Vecna roared, “by the end of the month I will rise up and take back that which was mine.”

Eddie let his body go slack. He knew the only way to deal with bullies and abusers was to let them think you’re too weak to move and unless they were intent on killing you they would get disgusted and leave. Can’t enjoy it if the person is unconscious and couldn’t feel it.

Vecna snarled and vanished.

Eddie sighed in relief. He had learned a lot. Did drinking from Steve make it so his connection to Vecna weakened? Because if it did, this was both really good and very bad.

He had a plan. Or at least something like a plan and he just needed to get to the right person.

Eddie chewed his lip.

He was going to go for the easiest person and hope Vecna didn’t find him out.

*

His nightly visit to Steve was going to be interesting to say the least. Especially since Steve was already out on the roof waiting for him.

“Hello, Stevie,” Eddie said, landing lightly on the roof next to him. “Waiting for  me again?”

“Didn’t we establish that I’m always waiting for you?” Steve asked with a small smile.

Eddie sat down next to him and looked out over the neighborhood. “What’s on your mind tonight?”

Steve sighed. “I got Robin to talk to my resident little D&D nerds.”

“Couldn’t do it yourself?” Eddie asked.

Steve shook his head. “I’m distancing myself from them because of you.”

Eddie winced. “Because I might be a Vecna haunt?”

“Originally, yeah,” Steve said. “And then I fell out with Dustin. And since they’re always together...”

“It was hard to talk to them?” Eddie finished.

“Yeah,” Steve said drawing his knees to his chest and hugging them. “Anyway, they brought up Kas.”

Eddie’s confusion cleared. “Ah.”

“Yeah, dude,” Steve murmured. “I keep working on this puzzle in my head and I keep feeling like a piece is missing.”

“And what is the puzzle of?” Eddie asked. “What’s the picture on the box?”

Steve sighed. “The Upside Down destroyed and everyone I love safe and sound.”

“That can’t include me,” Eddie said softly.

“Why not?” Steve asked in whine. “Why can’t I have it all for once in my god damned life. Why do I have to keep sacrificing my happiness for everyone else’s?”

“Steve...” Eddie said. “Once you kill Vecna, I’m dead, too. You have to know that.”

Steve closed his eyes and let the tears fall. Eddie wanted nothing more than to hold this boy in his arms and tell him it would be okay. But he couldn’t touch Steve and he couldn’t lie.

“There has to be a way,” Steve croaked through his tears.

“You guys are running out of time,” Eddie said. “I can’t tell you more than that but you can’t wait on a plan that would save me.”

Steve nodded. “They haven’t told me what their plan is. I don’t know it. But the second I’m told, I won’t be able to see anymore.”

Eddie nodded. “Because you can’t be sure about what Vecna can sense or see. I know.”

“You’ll know when that happens.”

Eddie smiled. “Hey, you still smoke?”

Steve looked up and grinned. “You craving a cigarette after all that?”

Eddie shrugged. “Aren’t you?”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Give me a second.” Steve got up and crawled through his window.

He was back a minute or two later with a pack of Camels and a Zippo lighter.

“I didn’t know you smoked Camels,” Eddie said as he pulled a cigarette from the box.

Steve pulled out a cigarette for himself and lit it. He passed the lighter to Eddie. “I didn’t.”

Eddie lit the cigarette and handed the light back. “Thanks, man.” He took a long drag and blew the smoke out over his head.

Steve smoked silently beside him as the night wore on.

Over head clouds rolled in hiding the stars.

“Uh oh,” Eddie said. “Looks like a storm might be coming in.”

Steve stubbed out his cigarette on the roof and flicked the bud into the garden below. “It been so long since it rained, it’ll be a good thing for the town.”

“I always love it when it rains,” Eddie said still smoking the remains of his cigarette.

“Yeah?” Steve asked. “I always hated it. Because it meant being kept inside with my parents, bored with nothing to do.”

Eddie chuckled and shook his head. “For me it meant being able to hide from the world with a blanket and a book.”

“Maybe I could like it if I had someone to share it with,” Steve muttered mostly to himself.

Eddie closed his eyes and only opened them when the first rain drop hit his eyelashes.

“Go inside, Steve,” he whispered. “It’s about to rain.”

Steve looked up at the darkened skies and nodded. Without thinking about it, he brushed Eddie’s shoulder with his fingers.

Eddie looked up at him and smiled. For inside his head, Vecna screamed in pain.

*

Eddie began to spend the hours between dusk and midnight at the Motel 6. Tap, tap. Thump, tap. And getting the same taps in response. One night he changed the taps.

Wayne threw open the door to his motel room and rushed out to see Eddie curled up beside the door.

He crouched gently in front of him. He could finally see what Steve meant by wrong. He had assumed that Eddie had been twisted on the inside. But the long black tips of his fingers that extended into claws, the large leather bat wings, the sharp teeth and even the once doe-like eyes now angry and red told a different story.

“Hey, son,” he greeted softly.

“Wayne!” Eddie cried. He covered his face with his hands. “I didn’t mean for you to see me like this.”

“I’m know, sweetheart,” Wayne murmured. “But I had to see you.”

“I don’t know how much is me anymore,” Eddie lamented. “I feel all twisted and angry inside. I hurt people now. Because I have to. To survive. I wish I had stayed dead.”

Wayne fell forward onto his knees. “You’re still my Eddie.”

Eddie began to sob. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You could never,” Wayne said firmly. “Whatever beastie you have in your head, they’re the ones that would be responsible if you ever did.”

“Henry Creel,” he gasped. He feel Vecna getting angry, but Eddie didn’t care anymore. He was going to be dead and with any luck Vecna with him.

“I know, sweetheart,” Wayne said leaning forward. “Steve told me everything.”

Eddie leapt forward, throwing his arms around his uncle. Wayne hesitantly put his arms around his nephew. His hands hovered for a moment before he gave in.

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut against the screaming in his head. “I only have mere seconds before Vecna yanks me back to the Upside Down. But I love you.”

Wayne squeezed him once and then let go, just as Eddie was lifted into the air.

Wayne’s hand went to his mouth as tears streamed down his face as his nephew was forcibly pulled from his sight back to hell.

*

“Why?” Vecna screamed. “Why does someone touching you hurt me?”

Eddie scrambled away from the monster, pressing up against the wall in terror. “I don’t know!”

Vecna advanced on him. “You know.”

Eddie put his hands up over his face. “I swear I don’t. I thought it was just Steve. Just like you.”  

“You will stay here until you figure it out,” Vecna snarled. “I can’t risk you being touched.”

“How will I eat?” Eddie asked. “And what about Steve?”

Vecna roared, picking Eddie up and tossing him around like a rag doll. Eddie felt his brain rattle around in his head.

“Please...” he managed to rasp.

Vecna tossed him in the direction of the pile of blankets and pillows that he used for a bed. He landed roughly, but at least it was softer than the floor or wall.

“You will feed only on the Harrington boy, and you will see him only when you need to eat,” Vecna sneered.

Eddie nodded weakly.

Once Vecna had vanished. Eddie curled up on his side and sobbed. He didn’t know why anyone touching Eddie caused Vecna pain, but he wanted to go out and be touched by as many people as possible.

Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12  Part 13

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[the1975attheirverybest]

oooooh fav lyrics??? fuck thats hard. i will not explain why because i want to seem somewhat cool still and not like a total fucking nerd (despite having incredibly in depth reasonings)

The 1975 - ok this is Album has some interesting lyrics because its before he had it all figured out and i fucking love it for that, theres so many fucking contenders for fav lyrics (including all of anobrain, antichrist or The city) the entire abum is just so mmmmm. but if i had to pick an absolute fav id say

"I put your mother through hell, don't you mind I hate your brother as well, don't you mind, don't you mind Oh I was thinking bout killing myself, don't you mind I love you, don't you mind, don't you mind"

and i know i know its a verse but it isnt complete otherwise. Plus i have it tattooed on me so i feel like i had to.

I Like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it - once again mmm chefs kiss of an album no skips (theyve never made a bad album) and lyricaly very beautiful, i could absolutely nerd out about all of their catalogue tbh. but for this i am excluding Nana and She lays down because theyre...just perfect, and also i sob.

so it would have to be

"And if I believe you Will that make it stop? If I told you I need you Is that what you want?"

or

"Before you go (please don't go), turn the big light off"

its really easy and tempting to put ballad on here but i think thats because his performance style for it is so visceral and while lyrically its beautiful still i cant imagine myself enjoying them if they were sung by someone else because they need the guts behind it ya know.

A brief enquiry into online relationships - delicious as always matthew thank you this day for our daily bread.

so its either

"I can show you the photographs of you getting on with life I've had dreams where there's blood on you" thank you for referencing the bible matthew very cool.

or

"You build it to a high to say goodbye Because you're not the same as them" because it is like a fucking gut punch

notes on a conditional form - seasoned to perfection. difficult because Guys is on this album and its so sweet but i dont think its my fav lyrically, for no particular reason. same for roadkill although "i pissed myself on a texan intersection" always has a place in my heart.

"I'm in love, but I'm feeling low For I am just a footprint in the snow" did you need to fucking wreck me or is that just for funsies huh?

or

"Don't wanna bore you with my frail state of mind "Oh, winner, winner, that's your biggest lie I'm sure that you're fine" I haven't told a lie in quite some time (Quite some time) "You know we'll leave if you keep lying Don't lie behind your (Frail state of mind)"

Being funny in a foreign language - i take 0 slander for this album because its just as brilliant as the others. so first all of part of the band is fucking art and so im excluding it because it should be all of our favs.

"I've been suicidal, you've been gone for weeks If I'm undecided, will you decide for me?W

and

"'Cause, baby, I'll do anything that you wanna I'll try anything that you wanna I'll find myself in the moonlight 'Cause, baby, I want everything that you wanna And I've tried to just be me, like, a thousand times But you're on my mind"

sorry its so long and i couldnt pick just 1 (not a libra but still indecisive) in order to remain seeming somewhat cool and not a total nerd ive refrained from explaining each choice but yeah.

Welllllll……did you HAVE to bring up “Me” AND “Frail State of Mind”?!? Are you trying to make me cry? Cuz it’s almost working.

It’s weird I’ve always kinda thought of Oh Caroline as some of his simpler writing. Not in a bad way. Like “Me” is simple as well. Simplicity has its time and its place and can be wonderful. And it IS wonderful in Oh Caroline. But I’m a layers girlie, so maybe I haven’t been giving this one much attention *runs to listen to it*

[ketchum-jai]

Prompt Exercise

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Katsuki Bakugo and Ochako Uraraka

The evening is calm - leaves that are various shades of red and orange fall from the tall trees, sweeping across the ground that’s covered in brown and yellow grass and sticks by the brisk breeze. The sun is beginning to set, causing pink rays to illuminate the partly cloudy sky.

“Dadeee...” A young boy’s shrill voice makes it all the way to the top of the small hill where a man in his early to mid twenties, sits on top of an extra-large, burgundy blanket spread out underneath him with his left leg fully extended in front of him while the other one is folded up. With his lips curled down into a slight frown he hollers down at the boy, “Whadaya want, Toshi?”

Toshi’s face beams as his eyes that are the same fiery red as his light up in excitement. “I finally got my quirk, daddy. Wanna see?” He smiles wide from ear to ear exposing the few missing teeth in the front.

His eyes widen a bit; blinking a few times while his toned abs tense up, and his abdomen feels like it’s twisting and turning into a million tiny knots, and his hands that are laying flat by his sides clench into tight fists. He feels small fingers that are smooth and warm gently brush the back of his hand, and intertwining with his much larger fingers, then a warm palm rests on top of it. He looks to the right and gazes at a pair of big, auburn eyes that soften when his face begins to melt.

“Ochako.” He says in a breathless voice.

She gives him a small smile making his muscles relax a bit as she spoke in that cute, bubbly voice that he adores so much. “I know I should’ve told you as soon as it happened, but...” She pauses then looks down at their son as he waves up at them from the bottom of the hill. She smiles, waves back at him with her free hand, then places it firmly on her growing baby bump. She tells him in a much quieter tone, “I just didn’t know how you would’ve taken the news, given everything that’s happened and why-”

He huffs then snarls, “Damn Ochako, did you really think I’d be bothered by the fact that my own goddamn kid got his quirk? Do you think I’m a bad dad or something?”

She gasps then shakes her head profusely. “No,” she states firmly, “It isn’t like that. Kacchan-”

He scoffs, snatching his hand from underneath hers then spits out bitterly, “Ah, don’t fucking call me that!”

“Oh please, don’t act like that nickname bothers you so much. I’ve been calling you that for years.” She says teasingly, furrowing her eyebrows with a sly grin spread across her face.

He scowls then turns away from her and mumbles to himself with his arms folded over his strong chest. “Whatever. Don’t play with me.”

“What was that?” She asks, pretending not to hear what he just said.

He nearly chokes on his own spit then coughs before answering subtly, “Eh, nothing. I love you.”

“Mmhm, that’s what I thought you said,” She sneers, scooting closer to him and wrapping her slightly chubby arms around his broad shoulders.

He sighs; his mind suddenly wandering back to the time when his quirk first manifested. He was the coolest kid on the block because none of the other kids who were starting to get their quirks had one that compared to his. Everyone was amazed by him and thought he was so awesome; including Deku - the poor kid admired him so much he allowed himself to be bullied by him. All because he was born without a quirk, Katsuki thought it was fine to treat as if he wasn’t a person deserving of basic human respect. Now look at him - Izuku’s the number one hero, while he had to settle into life as a working man, husband, and father. All because of his quirk backfiring on him and nearly killing him.

That same quirk that garnered him so much attention growing up. The same quirk that made it possible for him to be ranked second in his class when he attended UA. He had such high hopes and was on the protectory of being a top hero; despite that nerd being chosen by All Might himself. He was supposed to have been number one; but nope, all because his heart exploded because his supposed upgraded hero costume couldn’t handle the intensity of his explosion quirk. It was a miracle his heart was even able to be restarted in the first place; and sadly, a second chance at life meant he had to abandon his dreams and pursue a normal life.

He hates his job as a police officer. Yeah, he works with heroes catching and arresting the bad guys that aren’t dangerous enough to warrant seeking the aid of one and showing up to the scene after the fight’s been over with. But he adores his wife and and loves their son and unborn daughter. Despite his dreams being shattered it warms his heart knowing she gets to live hers.

“Daddy!” Toshi cries again while jumping up and down in excitement breaking Katsuki from his thoughts.

Ochako releases him from her embrace, allowing him to stand up on his feet, and he holds out his hand to help her up. She takes it and slowly stands up then they make their way slowly down the hill hand in hand. The wind started to pick up a little and Katsuki pulled Ochako closer to him as they made their way down to the tiny boy. She smiles warmly at him while snuggling closer to Katsuki and pulling her oversized pink flannel closed over her black, fitted jumpsuit. Their child is truly a perfect blend of the both of them; those sharp, crimson eyes obviously comes from Katsuki, but the wild, spiky, auborn colored hair is all her. Toshi is cheery and bubbly like Ochako most of the time, but if he doesn’t get his way he becomes hot headed and stubborn like him. Toshi loves dressing like his dad, and today isn’t an exception. They both are wearing a pair of loose-fitted, dark blue jeans; a black t shirt underneath a red bomber jacket; and a pair of crisp, white high top sneakers.

“Look what I can do!” He says while holding up his right hand and touching the tip of his middle finger with his thumb.

Katsuki’s face remained expressionless until Toshi snaps his fingers causing a loud, popping noise along with what looked like tiny orange and red particles. Huh? Did Katsuki see that right? “Explosion?” He asks Ochako. She chuckles a little bit before answering him, “Not quite...I don’t think. I would say it’s more like fireworks.”

He gazes back down at the boy as he continued snapping his fingers on both hands causing a frenzy of sparks to appear along with that loud popping and cracking noise. Interesting; it does remind him of fireworks, and apparently this is explosion combined with zero gravity. His lips curls up into a small smile as he watches the boy show off his quirk. The way Toshi’s eyes gleam with joy warms his heart.

“See daddy,” he stops snapping his fingers and they both notice the tips are black and red, “now I can grow up and be a police officer like you.”

Ochako gasps then turn to see tears well up in her husband’s eyes. He’ll deny it happening later, though. Katsuki scoops him up in his arms and holds him tight. Toshi wraps his arms around his neck and tells him, “I love you daddy. You’re my hero.”

[hischierdevils]

Prompt List

Here’s a prompt list you can request from, Please include the full prompt (ex: 1. “Come over here and make me.”) when requesting along with the player you want me to write for. You can find what players I write for here. 

“Come over here and make me.”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Kiss me.”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.

“Just once.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“I fucking hate you”

“He’s dead, again.”

“It’s hard to get used to...” “what is?” “Being someone that someone cares for...”

“The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.”

“It hurts...” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you...”

“Let me do this, please.”

you’re not as funny as you think you are

i’m just getting comfy

just because you can doesn’t mean you should

how don’t you know the difference between your left and right?

thank you for being in my life

text me when you’re home

you are such a nerd

why are you so cold?

stop laughing at me

you were put on this earth to give me a headache

you’re ticklish

can we go home yet?

you are a terrible influence

one of us is clearly smarter than the other

you need some sleep

how have you survived this long by yourself?

are you just quoting song lyrics?

i’m only here for the dog

sleep is for the weak

that was you?

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"What? I have never-"

"I do not have an answer for you."

"In my defense, I really wanted to."

"At least I didn't break any laws."

"What did you do this time?"

"How do we get out?"

"I don't hate you."

"Don't call me that."

“Just marry me already.”

“Did I stutter?”

“Did I just say that out loud?”

“H-How long have you been standing there?”

“I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”

“Is that what you call an apology?”

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“Somebody’s in love!”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”

“I’m never leaving...I promise.”

“Uh, am I interrupting?”

“I like you, like like you like you.”

“Be my Valentine?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“God, I love you.”

“You’re so fucking cute.”

“Stop being a fucking prick.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“You’re my everything.”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“i’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“ i can’t get enough of you.”

“i like being close to you. you’re warm.”

“i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.”

“is this okay?”

“this is a one time thing.”

“you know where to find me.”

“you’re really good at that.”

“here’s my hotel room number.”

"don't be shy now, sit on my face."

“Wanna join?”

“Stop doing that”

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"

"Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it."

“ i think i might be in some kind of love with you.”

“say you want me, and i’m yours.”

“you need a place to stay for the night”

“i want to taste you”

“i love it when you talk dirty

“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you”

“i forgot my towel”

“this feels dirty” “that's because it is”

“don’t cover you’re face, i want to see you”

“are you sure about this?”

“ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn”

“do you want help with that?”

“im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”

“bend over the desk love”

“is that my shirt?”

“my mother adores you.”

“is that a drawing of me?”

“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”

“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

“stop looking at me like that!”

“i didn’t know you could sing.”

“you weren’t supposed to hear that!”

“you wrote me a song?”

“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

“this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”

“do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

“Take my jacket, it’s cold”

“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes”

“I’m not going anywhere”

“fuck you.” - “when?”

“no one’s ever made me feel like this.”

“here, let me help you.”

“we’re quite literally fugitives of the state.” - “so no pizza?”

“you’re insane.” - “people keep telling me that.”

“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”

“i told you i’d come home to you.”

“i’ll keep you safe.”

“i’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you.”

“i didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“please never stop smiling.”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Shut up and take your pants off.”

“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

“How are you this perfect?”

“I’ve waited so long for this.”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“Just let me finish this/this level and I swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?”

“Tell me again.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”

“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

“Stop distracting me.”

[illicitlimerence-writes]

mr. grinch | p. gasly

pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 2.1k words request: yes/no, by two anons: "hi! can you write something using fluff prompt #48 and general prompt #7 for pierre? would really appreciate it, thank you!" & "can you please writing general #7 and #50 with george or pierre?"prompt: letter x: excitement. from this christmas alphabet prompt list. general #7: "is that blood?" "yes, but that doesn't matter right now. what does matter is-" "you are literally bleeding. fluff #48: "i told you to take care of yourself" & general #50: "i didn't know where else to go" from this prompt listwarnings: language, grinch!pierre. a/n: day twenty-four! thanks to @spideyanakin for the idea<3<3<3 and staying up to read this

my masterlist / christmas alphabet masterlist

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year!” you sang at the top of your lungs as you opened the door to pierre’s apartment.

“shut up!” he yelled in annoyance, you spotted him in the kitchen, eating pancakes. “i saved you some,” he pointed with his head to the stove.

“thanks,” you said, dropping the boxes of christmas decorations you’d brought with you on the floor. you grabbed a plate and piled up some pancakes, nudging pierre with your hip as you leaned in to grab the maple syrup.

“what’s that?” he asked as he pointed to the boxes with his fork, bringing it to his lips to take a bite.

“it’s december,” you said as you sat down next to him in front of the kitchen island.

“thanks for pointing out the obvious,” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“it’s december and take a look around your apartment… what’s missing?”

“fuck, please tell me it’s not…” he pushed his plate aside, placing his elbows on surface, and covering his face with his hands.

“christmas decor!” you jumped down from the stool and opened one of the big boxes, pulling out some of the things that you hadn’t used to decorate your apartment, and some new stuff you’d bought just for him.

“why?” he asked, shaking his head as you started placing everything on the floor. “i already have like three of those,” he pointed to the containers.

“because you, my dear friend, are a grinch, and we need to change that,” you said as you washed your hands and sat next to him so you could finish eating.

“i’m not a grinch,” he groaned.

“yes, you are,” you nodded.

“i’m not.”

“on a scale of one to ten, how much do you like christmas?” you asked, placing your fork down as you took the last bite.

“zero,” he said, grabbing both yours and his plate and walking to the sink to wash them.

“when was the last time you bought your own decors?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. for the past three years the little ornaments he placed around his apartment were things you’d passed down to him.

“never,” he replied as he dried his hands. “here’s a question for you. why do you always give me your decors? why not give them to someone who actually needs them?”

“i didn’t know where else to go. besides, the thing is to turn you into a christmas nerd, like me!” you grinned, as you watched him leaning against the counter.

“if i say i am one, will you leave me in peace?”

“if i leave and take all my decorations with me, will you buy your own?”

“no.” he answered before you could even finish the sentence.

“then no. now come on, let’s see what else you have back there,” you said as you grabbed his hand and walked to his laundry room, where he had the rest of his your ornaments.

“wait here, i’ll get the ladder. i let my neighbor borrow it a few days ago,” pierre instructed as he left the room. “don’t do anything stupid!” you heard before he shut the front door. you scoffed as you eyed the boxes, resting on the top shelf. you frowned, climbing the washing machine and kneeling on top of it, you reached for one of the containers, your fingers grazing the handle. you pulled, but the box tipped and everything fell out.

including you.

the hard plastic hit your face, you lost your balance and fell backward, landing sideways, with all the ornaments around you.

this is what the guys in ‘home alone’ must’ve felt like. you thought as you laid on the floor, looking up at the ceiling.

you felt a throbbing pain in your head, slowly, you pushed yourself up, raising your fingers to touch your forehead. the skin burned when you made contact, and you felt something cold. you brought your hand down, wincing when you saw red staining the pads of your fingers.

as you recovered from the fall and the dizziness that followed, you looked at the broken ornaments around you. some of them were old, things pierre had told you he had to throw away because the color was fading, or they cracked. but he kept them.

even the ugly racing car themed bauble you gifted him in your teenage years, it was there.

“i’m back!” pierre announced, closing the front door behind him. you didn’t even try to stand up. “what happened? (y/n) is that blood?” he asked, dropping the three-step ladder and rushing to you, careful to not step on the broken baubles. “(y/n)?” he asked, gently lifting your face so he could look at your injury.

“you kept them,” you said, still hazy from the fall.

“what? (y/n), ma chérie, you have blood all over your face-” pierre moved your head to the side, but you grabbed his hands and pushed them away.

“yes, but that doesn’t matter right now-”

“you are literally bleeding-” he said as he tried to move your hair away from your face.

“what does matter is,” you grabbed his hands in yours, holding on to them. “you kept them. all of the ornaments i’ve given you throughout the years. they’re here. even the ugly ones and the ones you told me you didn’t like,” you said.

“why don’t we clean this up first, okay?” he stood, helping you up slowly. “careful,” he said as he avoided stepping on the broken ornaments on the floor. “i thought i told you to take care of yourself,” he sat you down on the edge of the bathtub. “now we can add another thing to the reasons why i don’t like christmas. you literally could’ve died,”

“you told me you’d thrown away most of those things,” you ignored his last statement, your mind was still focused on that newfound discovery.

“i didn’t want to make you feel bad because i don’t put them up anymore,” he shrugged as he pulled out the first aid kit from the cabinet.

“why?” you asked, watching intently as he poured saline solution on a gauze,you gripped the edge of the tub to prepare yourself mentally.

“because christmas is important to you. and i know i don’t like it as much as you do, and i joke around about me hating everything related to it,” he paused as he started cleaning your wound. “but i really appreciate everything you try to do for me, to get me to like it.” he shrugged, “and i guess that included you hand picking ornaments and other decor you thought i might like. i couldn’t throw any of that away, knowing how much time you poured into it,” he finished with your wound, placing a bandaid on top of the small open flesh.

-

days later, you checked things off your mental list, making sure everything was ready. a knock on your door made you feel butterflies in your stomach. you ran to it, opening with a smile on your face.

“hi!” you said, throwing your arms around pierre’s neck.

“how’s the wound healing?” he asked.

“meh, it’s fine,” you asked, lifting the white fluff of your santa hat to show him the healing scar. “but let’s not talk about that. thank you for agreeing to do this for me-”

“you forced me to,”

“shush. as i was saying, tonight is all about you. i am going to turn you into the biggest christmas nerd there is,” you stated, with your hands on your waist like a superhero.

“let’s just get this over with,” he rolled his eyes with a playful smirk on his face.

the day after your accident, pierre had called and texted you non-stop, telling you how sorry he felt that you’d gotten hurt, and even though you’d told him you were fine, he insisted on making it up to you. which was when this idea came to mind.

one day, full of christmas activities to get in the holiday spirit and convince pierre once and for all, that the december holidays were the best of the year, and not halloween like he said.

“first up, we’re making gingerbread houses,” you led him to your dining room table, where he saw all of the candies, frosting, and gingerbread. “then we’re decorating cookies,” you dragged him to the kitchen. you’d placed the cookies you’d baked the night before on a tray, piping bags with frosting next to it. “and we finish off our night with a christmas movie marathon!” you grabbed a basket full of his favorite snacks, showing it proudly.

“i think my mom just called, the cat is sick, i have to go-” he ran to the door, but you rushed after him, pushing him against the door before he could open it.

“you don’t have a cat. please, you promised,” you pouted, looking up at him with innocent, doe eyes. “plus, you’re spending time with me! quality time with your bestest friend in the whole world,”

“oh, i didn’t know charles was joining us,” his smirk fell when you slapped his head. “fine, but we’re only watching one movie,” he raised his index finger. you opened your mouth to reply but he cut you off, “we’re not watching the grinch.”

you groaned in defeat, nodding your head, “fine. now, let’s get started.” you dragged him back to the gingerbread station. “we have thirty minutes to make the perfect house, are you ready?”

“i guess,” he shrugged his shoulders.

“i have a feeling… this is the year. after tonight, you’re going to love christmas.” you said, a determined look on your face. pierre smiled to himself.

you set the timer on your phone, and you got to work. as time passed, you noticed pierre getting more and more engrossed in his task, letting the competitive side of him take over his usual grinch-self.

“time!” you yelled when the alarm started beeping. you’d barely finished, too concentrated on your own work to pay attention to what pierre was doing. you looked to your side, eyes and mouth wide open as you watched his house. no, not house, castle. “what the fuck?” you asked, “how?!”

“talent,” he replied. you rolled your eyes, walking to his side to inspect it.

“ready for the next task?” you asked.

“no, but when do i ever get what i want?” he grunted. you laughed.

as you decorated the cookies, pierre started to, slowly, walk closer to you. it was so subtle that you didn’t notice. not until he grabbed the cookie he was currently working on and shoved it in your face.

the next few minutes were a blur, you chased after him, piping bag in hand, ready to paint his face green like the grinch he truly was.

“come back here, you coward!” you yelled as he ran to the dining room, where he was standing a little too close to your gingerbread house to your liking. “step away, i have a gun and i’m not afraid to use it,” you held the bag like it were a gun, ready to squeeze the icing out like your life depended on it.

“oops,” he said, smirking, as he ran a finger through the frosting of your house, his finger traveling up to his mouth. “hmm, it’s good,” he nodded as he licked the frosting off of his finger.

“you’ll pay for that!” you charged toward him, taking him by surprise, you tackled him to the ground, your knees on either side of his waist as you straddled him. “any last words?” you asked, twirling the piping bag in your hand, to add drama.

“yippee ki-yay,” he quoted, leaning on his elbows, grabbing your face in his hands and placing his lips on yours. you closed your eyes involuntarily, your brain fogged. it was a christmas movie! he was quoting a christmas movie!

you dropped the piping bag, placing your hands on his chest, pushing him away. you noticed a frown on his face.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t- i should’ve-”

“it’s a christmas movie,” you interrupted his nervous rambling.

“huh?”

“die hard. you just quoted a christmas movie! pierre!” you threw your arms around his neck, the frenchman frowning.

“did- did you not-”

“oh, yeah, i liked the kiss, i’ve been wanting to do that since we met.” you shrugged like it was nothing, “but pierre! you like die hard, and die hard’s a christmas movie!”

“no it’s not, it’s set around christmas, but it’s not a christmas movie,” he countered.

“whatever helps you sleep at night. you’re starting to like christmas!” you held his face in your hands, lips colliding against his. you pulled away when your lungs started protesting, begging for air. “your lips taste like frosting,” you muttered on his lips, smiling. “i told you, tonight’s the night you’ll start liking christmas,”

“i think i’m liking it more and more now,” he dived in for another kiss.

[aquagustd]

all that glitters 05 - JJK | M

pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader

summary: when the sweet, innocent nerd asks for your help to woo all the girls, you didn't think that you would be his first victim.

genre: angst, smut, fluff

word count: 4.3K

warnings/tags: strong language, unrequited love au, college au, kissing, masturbation, Taehyung is a sad bb.

a/n: so I decided to extend this series. The past scenes were in chronological order, but I decided to include more shifts to the past to show how Jungkook’s character changed, obviously it won’t be detailed like it will be in his POV. What I am trying to say is that….past scenes will be jumbled up from this part (dates will be included like always)🤠, I hope it isn’t confusing.

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MAY 2021

“Are you okay?”

You hum, staring out the car window as you try to process what just happened a few minutes ago. You don’t know where to begin when sorting through your thoughts.

Jimin, is pissed off because he’s implying that you had abandoned their friendship because of Jungkook. Jungkook was under the impression that he disgusts you? He looked upset about it, and he heard that from Taehyung. Taehyung, who just admitted that he was in love with you…That he still is.

God, you want to bash your head on the glass, you can feel a headache brewing. You just wish that you could fast forward to a few months from now and everything is okay. You’re friends with them again, all this bullshit is forgotten and all misunderstandings is cleared up.

“Ara just pisses me off, fuck.”

You turn your head to look at Yoongi, he’s gripping the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenches as he takes the turn to your apartment building. You feel bad for involving him in this mess, he’s still friends with them and you can’t hold it against him. You just hate that he has to constantly be on the fence about everything.

“This is like the last thing I should be worried about but,” he parks the car and tilts his head to look at you, “how did they know that we were going for ice-cream?”

“They wanted to go out after the game, but I said that we were gonna get ice-cream after.”

“Oh, guess we’re not going after all,” you chuckle, the sound a little dry.

“I can still come up if you want…Talk about…things,” he scratches behind his ear.

“You can come up, but please, I don’t want to talk about any of this,” you rub your temples and he nods, unclicking his seatbelt and stepping out onto the pavement.

You follow him up the stairs and stand behind him as he unlocks your door, holding it open for you to enter.

Kicking off your shoes, you fling your bag on the sofa, heading to the kitchen to fetch the ice-cream. When the cold from the freezer hits your face, you grimace, calling out to Yoongi from the kitchen.

“Hey Yoongi, I don’t think I want ice-cream anymore, I think I might have some chamomile tea for this headache.”

“I’ll have coffee,” you jump in surprise when his voice comes from behind you.

“Fuck, you scared me,” you place your hand over your heart.

“I’m sorry,” his eyebrows knit together, “why don’t I set us up here.”

“I’ll do it. You’ve been through a lot of shit today,” he places his hands on your shoulders and nudges you in the direction of your lounge.

“True.”

You sit in silence for five minutes, sipping on your tea. It’s never quiet like this between the two of you, you can see his mind working as he stares at the coffee table.

“You’re-“

“You-“

You both speak at the same time, but he gestures for you to continue.

“You look like you have something to say,” you question, eyes glued to his as you take another sip.

He shakes his head, “you said you didn’t want to talk about it.”

Oh.

That’s what he’s thinking about, the shitshow that is your life.

“I’ll make an exception.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, he starts rambling. You don’t think you’ve ever heard Yoongi say so much in one go.

“It just…all makes sense, about Taehyung, I mean. He always spoke so much shit about you after that party. I would’ve never guessed that he has feelings for you. Most of the things he said were lies. I obviously knew because we talk and when I tried to tell him to stop talking shit, he would tell me to stop following you around like a lost puppy. So, I just gave up after that. And God, who knows what he told Jimin and Jungkook about you, you know him the longest, right? That’s probably why Jungkook turned out to be such a fuckboy because he also actually had feelings for you this whole time? I won’t be surprised if Jimin does too. I’ve never seen him so angry before. Maybe he just misses you and he doesn’t know how to show it.”

He takes another sip of his coffee calmly, while your mug shakes in your hand.

You’re trying to make sense of everything he’s saying. Taehyung spoke shit about you? Was he the one that told everyone that you slept with Jinyoung and Jungkook? It didn’t even occur to you that Jungkook might’ve had feelings for you. What did he mean when he said that Jungkook turned out to be a fuckboy because he had feelings for you? How does that even make someone turn out to be such a fuckboy?

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi gets up from the armchair to sit next to you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, you lean into him.

You’re glad to have Yoongi in times like this. Or anytime at all. He’s a good friend.

“This is probably a lot for you to take in.”

You nod against his chest, and he sighs. Glancing at his watch, he pats your shoulder twice before reaching for his mug to sip up the remaining dregs of coffee.

“It’s getting late and you’re probably tired, I should head home.”

He stands and moves to the door to put on his shoes, he’s probably tired too after the game.

“I’m sorry Yoongi.”

“For what?” He stands up straight and shoves his phone into his jeans pocket.

“For dragging you into this bullshit.”

He shakes his head, “you shouldn’t be sorry, they should.”

Those words seem to flip a switch in your mind, because he’s right. Why the fuck should you be sorry? They’re the ones who blew everything out of proportion.

“I’ll come over tomorrow, so we can talk.”

“Okay.”

He gives you a hug and you lock the door, hearing him pad down the stairs.

You don’t think you’ll get any sleep tonight.

APRIL 2020

Taking a deep breath, you brace yourself and click on ‘unblock’. His account is public, so you don’t have to wait for him to accept your follow request. And just like that, you notice eight new posts since the last time you viewed his profile. Four of them are with Ara and two are with Jimin and Taehyung, two selfies. By the time you get to his selfies, your tears fog up your vision, a lone tear dripping down from your eye and hitting the screen. You wipe it away quickly, it’s not even a month since you got this phone, wouldn’t want to damage it.

You curl in on yourself under the blanket, covering your entire body as sobs fill the stuffy air when you see the picture of the three of them.

It hurts, terribly, you miss them. And they look so happy in the pictures, they’re probably glad that they won’t have to deal with someone as pathetic as you. The only thing that dulls your mind is the pain that they left. An even bigger chasm, where Jungkook once fitted tightly. He was so clueless, you loved him, you love him. And he didn’t even know, maybe you should’ve told him? But you didn’t want to scare him away. What does it matter, he isn’t here now. You’re also terribly afraid of rejection.

It’s all lose-lose. Why does it hurt so bad when you weren’t even together? Was it the hope? The expectations?

Wiping away your tears, you click on the next selfie, his chest exposed with a silver necklace sitting between his collarbones. A black pendant with silver wiring at the edges.

OCTOBER 2019

“Noooooooo. Fucking hell! I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

You shake your head, shouting from the kitchen, “Can you guys keep it down?! We have neighbors and I happen to like this apartment very much!”

“Sorry, noona,” you hear Jungkook yell from the lounge.

You smile to yourself, it’s been a while since they’ve been here on a Saturday afternoon, you take extra care in plating their quesadillas, adding extra garnish to Jungkook’s plate.

Walking over to the lounge with a tray in hand, Jimin rushes over to take it from you.

He huffs, “this is heavy…but delicious.”

You chuckle, heading back to the kitchen to fetch some juice and sodas.

When you re-enter the lounge, you see Taehyung about to take the plate that was meant for Jungkook.

“That’s Jungkook’s,” you grab it from his hand, seeing Taehyung give you a weird look.

“What’s the difference? Aren’t they all the same?”

You shake your head, giving the plate to Jungkook who awaits the food with open palms, “uhm yeah but…”

“But mine is made with extra love, right noona?” He shoots you a wink and you feel your face heat instantly, glancing at Taehyung who looks like he’s still waiting for a valid reason.

“Uhm,” you wring your hands, “his is-“

“More spicy. Taehyung you don’t like spicy right?” Jimin says as he blows onto the steaming pockets of food.

He gives you a discerning look, then leans forward to take his plate from the coffee table. Breathing a sigh of relief, you take the seat next to Jungkook on the couch and tuck into your own plate of food.

Your heart is still racing from Jungkook’s comment, maybe you did prepare his food with extra love.

Everything is quiet since you’re busy eating, their game on pause, until Jungkook breaks the silence with a moan.

“This is so fucking good, noona. You got some magic hands.”

Could he give you a break? Your heart just calmed down but your face heats again, palms sweaty as you clutch the plate in your hands.

“Yeah tasty, Y/N,” Taehyung adds, almost done eating.

You feel him fiddle with the bracelet on your wrist, seeing Jungkook’s tattooed fingers poking at the pendant.

“Where did you get this?”

You clear your throat, “there was this flea market last year, I got it there. I found it in my drawer recently.”

“It’s so beautiful,” his doe-eyes are fixated on the tiny spear-shaped pendant,” was this handmade?”

“I think so.”

“So pretty.”

You gulp, his voice so tender as he admires this simple piece of jewelry.

“Do you want it?”

His eyes meet yours, his face a few inches away from how close he’s sitting next to you.

“WHAT?!”

You curse, Taehyung breaking your moment with his booming voice again.

“When I asked you to give it to me last year, you said no!”

Jungkook ignores him, “you sure noona?”

You nod and he takes your hand to place it in his lap, carefully removing the clasp and standing up from the couch once it’s out of your hand. He waves it in Taehyung’s face as he leaves the lounge, chuckling as he goes. Standing, you walk over to where Taehyung sits in the armchair and bend down to give him a hug, but he pushes you away, an annoyed sound leaving his lips as he stomps over to the bathroom.

You look at Jimin and he shrugs, “didn’t think a bracelet meant so much to him.”

“Me neither,” you sigh.

“He’s so moody these days,” Jimin continues.

After a few minutes, they’re back in the lounge, picking up where they left off with their game while you and Jimin watch the stray cat from across the street try to catch a butterfly.

“So, you’re gonna give me Yoona’s number, right?”

Your gaze is on the cat but your mind is on the conversation happening between Taehyung and Jungkook.

“Yeah,” Taehyung replies, “I asked around and she doesn’t talk to any of Ara’s friends.”

“Cool. You don’t mind if I..”

“What,” you hear Taehyung scoff, “of course not. I had a crush on her, I didn’t love her or any of that bullshit.”

Your mind gets the best of you, and you turn around to join in on their conversation.

“Yoona? I thought you were with Ara.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook answers, his eyes glued to the screen, thumbs working the controls.

“Why do you want Yoona’s number then?”

“To fuck her, obviously.”

Your throat feels dry, “but you’re with Ara?!”

You hear their game pause, Jungkook and Taehyung look at you, then at each other and they both laugh, hysterically, catching Jimin’s attention.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“So if I’m with Ara? You aren’t gonna tell her, right?”

Taehyung chortles, “she won’t, she can’t stand Ara.”

And just like that, they’re back to the game, while your eye twitches in frustration.

MAY 2021

A loud banging sound wakes you up, your heart races and you feel hot everywhere, you realize that you’ve fallen asleep while watching TV. You grimace when you feel drool on your chin, wiping it away with the back of your hand, how tired were you?

It takes you a few minutes to realize that the loud banging sound was coming from the other side of your door, rubbing your eyes, you pull the door open, seeing Taehyung standing there, he’s wearing a tobacco-colored cardigan. You try to shut the door, but he places his foot by the frame, stopping it from closing.

“Please, Y/N,” he pokes his head through the small gap, “please let me explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain, I already know what I need to,” you keep your eyes on the door handle.

He overpowers you, shoving the door open and locking it behind him.

“This is force of entry!”

“Please,” he drops to his knees and you suck your lips in, “please, Y/N. Give me a chance to explain. This is all a misunderstanding.”

“Get up,” he stands to his full height, eyes bloodshot, “a misunderstanding? Why should I give you a chance to explain this misunderstanding, if you never gave me one?”

“Because I’m tired of this. I miss you, Y/N, please.”

“And when I was tired of everything? Tired of hearing shit about myself that wasn’t even true?”

He nods, looking at his shoes, “I know, I’m sorry. Just-“

“You have five minutes.”

His eyes meet yours, a smile forming.

“I never said I forgive you.”

“Okay,” he takes off his shoes and follows you into the lounge.

You sigh, wondering if it’s a blessing or a curse that you’re so sensitive.

“Y/N,” he begins, you sit a safe distance away from him. “I’ll start from the first time we met.”

You gulp, almost forgetting about his confession from yesterday.

“The first time I saw you, I just…I knew that you weren’t going to be just a friend to me. And it didn’t help that you were so sweet and kind and you loved feeding everyone, that was just,” he smiles to himself, “that did it for me, your generosity. I don’t even know how to describe it but, I just knew. And I was fine with being just your best friend, if that meant having you in my life. I loved listening to you, watching you cook, the few times we fell asleep together, I don’t think I’ve slept so well before in my life.”

A frown takes over his features while you’re trying to keep it together.

“Then Jungkook,” he looks to the ceiling, “Jungkook came into our lives, and everyone loved him. He even took my spot on the track team, and I mean, I was jealous at first but he was a good friend, a good guy. I listened to you when you said that I should be nicer to him,” he looks to you for confirmation and you nod, also showing him that you’re still listening.

“But then, I saw the way you looked at him. No one else noticed because they didn’t watch you like I did, they didn’t see the way you looked at him. And I also noticed the way he looked at you. Then, the jealousy took over and I was a fucking dick to you,” he chews on his lip, “I said that maybe I should try, maybe you love me the way I love you somehow. But when I finally gathered the courage, it was too late, you were already in so deep for Jungkook.”

He takes in a shaky breath, “but I’m not here to make you feel sorry for me. I’m here to apologize for my actions. And Jimin, he…he doesn’t know anything. I fed them lies about you, because I’d rather not have you in my life at all than watch you love someone else.”

By the end of his confession, you feel the tears pooling, you wipe them away and walk over to where he sits, sitting close to him.

“I know what it’s like,” you whisper, “to love someone who doesn’t love you back. But you were selfish and cruel, you took my friends away from me all because of your jealousy and hatred. I was alone.”

He nods, “I’m sorry, I’m so terribly sorry. If you want me to leave I will, and you’ll never see me again.”

You shake your head, picking at the hangnail on your thumb, “I just want my friends back. I want things to go back to the way they were.”

He gives you a teary smile, “they can.”

Finally letting the tears spill, he gives you one of his bear hugs, the kind of hug that you’ve missed so much.

He chants apologies in your hair, and you bury your face in his shoulder because you were fed up with holding so much hate in you, so much pain and sorrow.

Breaking apart, he gives you a boxy grin and you smile at him, “so you’re sure that you don’t have any feelings for me? Any at all?”

You shove his shoulder, “Tae…”

“Uhm,” he clears his throat, appearing shy all of a sudden, “I remember you said once…that you only really know if you have feelings for someone until you kiss them…”

Your eyes widen in surprise, you’ve known Taehyung for a long, long time and kissing him never crossed your mind. But you go back to the first time you kissed Jungkook…

“I was just kidding!”

You stare at him, maybe Taehyung was the guy for you all along? Under the guise of your best friend? You love him, in a best friend kind of way, what if that could be something else.

Licking your lips, you nod to him, “this could be a consolation kiss?”

His eyes bug out of his head but he still leans forward, running his tongue over his lips. This feels extremely absurd, but you’ll do this for him and for yourself.

Placing his lips on yours, you close your eyes as his hand cradles your jaw delicately, you’re about to pull away when he flicks his tongue against your bottom lip, you gasp and he pushes his tongue into your mouth, licking every corner of your warm cavern. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss.

“Y/N, I brought-“

You pull away from Taehyung, seeing Yoongi stand at the foot of the couch, takeout bags in hand. He’s wearing a plain black T-shirt and his blonde fringe is parted, his mouth agape and eyes wide. You didn’t even hear the front door open.

He spins around and rushes into the kitchen, you run after him, feeling the need to explain.

“Yoongi, we-“

“Here, you can have this one,” he leaves one of the packets on your kitchen counter and walks out with the other one, heading for the front door.

“Yoongi? Where are you going? Come on, we can eat together like always. Taehyung and I-“

“I’m fine Y/N, uhm, Hoseok is waiting in the car anyway. I’ll text you.”

You furrow your brows at his odd behavior, he always brings takeout so you can eat together. He locks the door from the outside and you head back to the lounge, almost forgetting about Taehyung, who sits with a shiteating grin on his face.

“That was weird,” you thrust your thumb in the direction of the door.

“Yeah.”

Sitting down with a huff, you notice Taehyung watching you from your periphery, and you realize what just happened between the two of you.

Turning to face him, you give him a sad smile, realizing that the kiss was nothing but his mouth moving over yours.

“I’m sorry,” you say, patting his knee.

“It’s okay, no hard feelings,” he waves you off, “I can handle it.”

“You sure?” You cock an eyebrow playfully and he punches your shoulder lightly.

“Yes I am. Now we gonna eat or what?”

[21:19] You: wanna watch a movie?

You stare at that message, it’s not like Yoongi to take hours to respond to you. You start to worry when the thought that something might’ve happened to him begins to nag you. Dialling his number, you wait for the fifth ring until you cut it again. He always answers your calls after the first ring.

You’re starting to panic, and you think of who you can contact to ask if he’s okay. Hoseok? You don’t have his number. Namjoon? Yes.

Your thumbs work fast as you type, not even thinking twice before hitting send.

[21:25] You: hey is yoongi with u

[21:26] Namjoon: hey yeah

[21:26] Namjoon: why?

[21:27] You: can you tell him that I’m trying to call him?

You wait for a response, but receive none. Yoongi couldn’t be ignoring you, his battery must’ve died, but he always keeps his phone charged in case of an emergency. At least you know that he’s okay.

Setting your phone near the bathroom sink, you remove your robe and settle in the warm water, feeling your bones soothe, all the aches and pains being dulled as you lay motionless in your bathtub.

You realize that you haven’t kissed anyone in over a year. Taehyung’s kiss would’ve been nice if you were actually into it. But you weren’t.

After a while, you let your mind wander, reaching for the shower head, turning on the water to it’s maximum. Biting your lip, you slowly guide it down your body, it disappears under the water, the pressure making you jolt as it hits your clit. Furrowing your brows and shutting your eyes, you move your hips against the stream of water, not quite providing the stimulation you need.

You pull the plug from the tub, water draining as you throw your head back and spread your legs, the hot liquid shoots out against your clit. You guide it through your folds, letting the water nudge your throbbing bud, biting your lip and imagining it were two slender fingers working you. Pressing against you as they whisper in your ear. The pressure is intense and you feel your orgasm fast approaching. You let the moans slip from your bitten lips, cries and whimpers joining the steam around you. The cold tub against your back providing some relief from the heat that courses through you.

“Cum for me, noona.”

With a loud cry, you cum, the viscosity of your arousal higher than the water that washes it away.

Satisfied hum leaving your lips, you wash yourself one last time and pull the towel from the rack, wrapping the fluffy material around your body and shoving the bathroom door open. You shuffle to the kitchen, yanking the fridge open and pulling out the orange juice. All that heat made you parched.

Taking deep gulps, you tip your head back as the zesty juice runs down your throat.

You hear someone clear their throat from the kitchen doorway and the juice almost comes out of your nose.

“Yoongi?!” You splutter, seeing his eyes widen at the sight of you in just a towel, your cheeks heat.

“You called?” He keeps his eyes on your face, but you see his eyes flicker to your bare, slippery legs. Thank God, you shaved them.

“Yeah uhm, I-“

“Didn’t think you were the type to drink straight out of the carton Y/N,” smirk in place as he folds his arms and leans against the doorframe, still clad in his black T-shirt, hair messier.

Is he actually trying to have a conversation with you while your boobs are almost out of this flimsy towel? The fabric doesn’t even touch your mid-thigh. Your cheeks burn even more when you realize that you left the bathroom door ajar.

“How long were you here?”

You try not to bend too much when you put the orange juice back in the fridge lest you flash your ass to him.

“Hmm about ten minutes.”

Fuck.

Why does he look so smug? Is he even going to let you leave the kitchen or would you have to live out your misery in this harsh fluorescent lighting?

“I sent you a message,” he adds.

“Oh, I didn’t see it I was-“

“Bathing,” he finishes.

“Yea-“

“Showering, I mean.”

“Yes,” you shoot him a glare and gesture for him to move out of the way.

He flattens his back against the doorframe and you have to manoeuvre around him. Running down the hallway and into the bathroom, you can feel his gaze on your back. You grab your phone and swipe to your messages app.

[22:00] Yoongi: I’m omw

So, he did send you a message but that was over an hour ago. Shit. How much time did you spend in the bathroom and how long was he here for?

While you’re thinking of sending him a text from your room, stating that you’re too tired to watch a movie to save yourself from embarrassment, three messages catch your eye.

[23:34] Park Jimin: Hey.

[00:00] Jungkook: hey noona

[00:00] Jungkook: can we meet up tomorrow?

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Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Content/Warnings: swearing, mentions of mother abandonment

Word Count: 1.5k

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Chapter 4

“You have a call from an inmate at the Washington D.C. Correctional Facility. To accept these charges, please press 1. To decline-,” you punched in the 1.

“Hey Spencer,” you greeted him.

“How did you know it was me?” he grinned.

“There’s not too many prisoners calling me, believe it or not,” you teased.

“I was calling to see if you could do me a big favor,” he spoke.

“What’s up?”

“My lawyer has told me that JJ told her my mom isn’t doing so well. She’s in a facility for her schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s,” he informed you.

“How can I help?” you asked.

“Could you bring Callie to go see her? I really think a familiar face could do a lot of good for her.”

“Of course, I’m 5 minutes away from her school. We can head right over,” you stated.

“Thank you so so much. Also, she doesn’t know I’m in prison so tell Callie just to tell her I’m away on a case. She’s in a fragile condition so it’s best to just say yes to everything she asks,” Spencer explained.

“Will do. If you are able to stay on the line for a few more minutes, you can say hi to Callie,” you told him.

“I was the last in line so I should be able to. I’ve got 6 minutes left,” Spencer said.

A bit of an awkward silence filled your car.

“So…are there any more injuries I need to attend to before work tomorrow?” you asked.

“No, I’ve got some help,” Spencer spoke vaguely.

“Okay, that’s good, I guess,” you pulled the car to a stop as Callie hopped in the passenger seat, “Your dad is on the phone, Callie.”

“Hi Dad!” she greeted.

“Hey sweetheart. How’s it going?” he asked.

“Really good. At soccer practice today, Coach told me I’m going to be a starter next game,” she beamed.

“That’s amazing! I wish I could be there to see it,” Spencer frowned slightly.

“Which is why I bought a camcorder so I can record the whole game for you to watch later as well as other things you may be sad to miss,” you said.

“Y/N, as much as I appreciate all you do for us, you need to stop spending so much money. I feel bad, I’ll reimburse you as soon as I’m out.”

“Spencer, I’m a doctor who rarely goes out and my closest friend is a cat. I have some money to spare,” you assured him.

“Why are you going left here?” Callie asked as you made a turn that wasn’t on your usual route home.

“Your dad wants you to visit your Grandma,” you replied.

“Callie, she just needs a familiar face so talk to her about your new school, soccer, anything but me going to jail,” Spencer explained, “Okay, I have 30 seconds left. Bye, love you, sweetheart!”

“Bye, Dad! Love you too!”

“Stay safe!” you added.

-

You walked up to the receptionist's desk with Callie, “Hi, she’s here to see Diana Reid.”

“Hi Callie, long time no see! No Dr. Reid today?” she asked.

“No, he’s away on a case,” you smiled politely.

“Callie, she’s in her room, dear,” the receptionist directed you down the hall.

Once you were outside the door, you stopped, “I’ll wait out here. Remember, your dad is on a long case. You are staying with the LaMontagne’s. And just agree with the stuff she says to not upset her,” you reminded Callie, “I’ll be right out here when you’re done.”

Before you had a chance to sit down in the waiting room, the door swung open.

“Grandma!” Callie exclaimed.

“My dear Callie,” she hugged her.

She looked up at you, “Is this who I think it is?”

You thought back to Spencer’s words.

She’s in a fragile condition so it’s best to just say yes to everything she asks.

“Um yes?” you answered.

“Callie’s mom! Oh my! I haven’t seen you in ages. I forgot what you even looked like, I remembered you differently. Forgive me, dear, could you remind me of your name?” she asked.

You looked to Callie for help but she looked just as confused as you and shrugged. She must not know either.

“Y/N,” you extended your hand for her to shake.

“What a beautiful name,” she smiled, “Come in! Come in!”

“So Callie, how has my favorite granddaughter been?” she asked.

“I’m your only grandchild, Grandma,” Callie playfully rolled her eyes, “I’ve been really well! Y/N-I mean Mom actually got me into a better school and I’ve been keeping busy with soccer and clubs and hanging out with friends.”

“That’s wonderful to hear! Y/N, how are you doing?” she turned to you.

Shit. What the fuck were you supposed to say?

“I’ve been well,” you simply stated with a nervous smile.

“Are you and Spencer dating again?”

I suppose you had to agree to this too.

“Yes, we are,” you nodded.

“Well, I hope you are back for good this time,” she stated.

That seemed kind of back-handed but maybe deserved, you didn’t know Callie’s mom’s backstory. You just continued to nervously smile through the rest of the visit as Callie caught up with her grandma.

-

“Well that was awkward,” you sighed as you got back into the car after the visit, “I need a milkshake.”

Callie was silent all the way to the drive-thru and as you ordered two large chocolate milkshakes and fries.

Finally, she spoke as you parked the car in the parking lot to eat, “I mean you’re more of a mom to me than my own mom. Dad never really told me much about her. She must have left when I was a baby because I don’t remember her at all.”

“I’m sure your dad has his reasons for not telling you but you must know that her leaving wasn’t your fault at all,” you told her.

“Who would leave a baby and my dad?” she teared up.

“I don’t know, honey,” you pulled her in for a hug, “It was her loss though whoever she is because she didn’t get to see what an amazing girl you have become.”

-

“Reid, visitor,” the guard called out.

Please let it be Callie and or Y/N, Spencer prayed.

He needed a ray of sunshine in his otherwise completely dark week. He didn’t want it to be the team or his lawyer asking if he remembered anything else because he didn’t. He couldn’t.

He slumped out of bed and let the guard cuff him on the way to the visitor room. His pace quickened when he saw you waiting there for him, just as beautiful as always.

You smiled at first when you saw him but it morphed into a frown when you saw fresh bruises forming.

“Spencer, I thought you said you had help,” you whispered.

“Apparently not all of the time,” he mumbled.

You bit your bottom lip worriedly, “Well, I brought my med kit.”

You got up and started to inspect his face.

“How did the visit with my mom go?” he asked.

“Good, I guess,” you replied.

“You guess?”

“She saw me before I went to the waiting room. I said yes to everything she said but that included her thinking that I was Callie’s mom and that we were dating,” you grimaced.

Spencer sighed, “Oh god.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to do,” you apologized.

“No, no, it’s not your fault. You were just doing what was told. Did Callie have questions?”

You nodded.

Spencer ran his hands through his hair, “I knew this day would come but I’m still not prepared. I just avoid thinking about it at all costs.”

“Do you want to talk to me about it and maybe I can help you put the right words together,” you offered.

“Um okay, her name was Austin. I met her on a case. She was a bartender. We were long distance for a bit. She got pregnant early on in the relationship. We decided to try to make it work. She moved in with me in D.C. and had Callie. When Callie was about 4 months old, she got overwhelmed and just left…just like that. I went to the park with Callie and came back to find all of her things gone and a note that just said ‘sorry’. I haven’t heard from her since. We were trying to force a happy ending that wasn’t there,” Spencer finished.

“Well lucky for Callie, she has one amazing dad and that is more than enough,” you reassured him.

“And a pretty kick ass foster mom,” Spencer smiled.

“I try my best,” you grinned.

A/N: i have a smut one-shot (not related to this series) coming out tomorrow and i’m very excited about it

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hi lovely! i hope you’re doing well<3 i was wondering if i could request (hcs or drabbles? you can choose) for keigo and bakugou going to a hero gala with their s/o? this can be gn for everyone hehe but i’d like to see how they’d react seeing their s/o in formal wear and how’d they go about acting at the gala. (if you throw in a lil nsfw in there i’ll love you forever hehe) thank you!

 — seeing their s/o in formal wear for the first time !

⇝ pairing(s): keigo takami, katsuki. bakugou x gn!reader

⇝ rating: mature, 18+.

⇝ genre: smut, fluff.

⇝ warning(s): please read !  unprotected sex ( please wear protection ), public sex, oral sex ( reader receiving ), handjobs, marking.

⇝ author’s note(s): ello ello, i’m back with some requests once again, i decided to switch this one up a little bit and include a slight scenario for each character, please let me know if you liked it, nsfw below the cut <3

⇝ masterlist | requests

you probs haven’t been dating very long when keigo asks you on a date to the upcoming hero gala

you’re also a civilian so he’s worried it might not be your scene !!

he’s over the moon when you say yes and is pressing a bunch of kissies to your face.

gives you his bad boy black credit card and tells you to buy whatever you fancy; it just has to be formal wear !!

i see you not being very comfy with idea of using his card to buy yourself something expensive since you’re only just dating

but he waves his hand and says “only the best for my baby bird.”

probably sends his assistant to make sure you’re not worried about the price tag.

on the night when he sees you his draw DROPS

because damn, you look so good in that cute little outfit you got.

it compliments you so well and you look absolutely ravishing.

cant stop looking at you the whole night.

will probably be handsy the whole time, slipping under fabric of your expensive new clothes.

keigo steals you away from a chat with endeavour to slow dance with you during the gala.

“damn baby bird, if i’d have known you were gonna look this good in formal wear, we’d never have left the apartment.”

you whimper into his ear and keigo knows he’s done for.

don’t even make it home, he just pulls you into the closest bathroom and forces you over the sinks.

“k-keigo, anyone could walk in and see—“

“see? oh baby, i bet you want them to see how much of a mess i’m going to make you.”

barley holds back as he gives you his cock, it’s so loud that literally e v e r y o n e can hear you from outside.

when you stumble out both of you a visibly messy from your activities.

you take your leave and barley make it to the car before keigo’s hands are on you again.

⇝ scenario:

if anyone were to walk into the bathroom right now, you’d surely be fucked. million dollar outfit a mess on the floor, hair strewn about and number two pro hero between your legs.

keigo groans as your free hand curls in the sea of his messy blonde hair, forcefully tugging his head up to yours before you press a sloppy kiss to his glistening lips. you whimper at the taste of yourself on his tongue. “k-keigo,” you whimper, legs begging to shudder as his free hand roams your nether regions, stimulating you until you’re seeing new colours behind closes eyelids and your body is trembling against the bathroom counter. “p-please—“

“please what angel? don’t hear you using your words.”

you curl in on yourself, feeling the knot in your tummy tighten as if it’s about to unravel— your eyes snap open to meet a pair of dilated golden ones, making you moan so loud that you clamp down on your bottom lip to keep the sounds in. “gonna cum, don’t wanna be to—to loud, people could hear...”

your boyfriend chuckles darkly from above you, mouth falling open to mock your moans while the slick sounds of your sex flicker between you. “ohoho baby bird, don’t worry about that and let them know how good i’m making you feel.”

you’ve been dating for a year or two at this point but bakugous really private so he’s never taken you to the gala.

when the next one rolls around you decide to ask him why he’s never asked you to go

katsuki just shrugs and says he “didn’t think you’d like all the lights and shitty cameras.”

nonetheless he invites you this time and you happily agree but pout upon realising you don’t have anything appropriate to wear.

you’re both pretty new to the pro hero thing but i think katsuki would be higher ranked and thus earn more bc he’s on track to be number one.

so you’re sitting there like >:(

and bakugou flicks your forehead and rolls his eyes.

“don’t pout dumbass, just use my card and get yourself something nice.”

you don’t hesitate, bouncing to the nearest mall the next day to get yourself something off the charts.

you end up running a little late to the gala so arrive separately from bakugou but when he sees you ...

gosh !!,£/&/

a tiny explosion sets off in his palm from how gorgeous you are

his hands are probably sweaty for the rest of the night.

he keeps checking you out from across the room, staring at you while he sips on champagne...

you only catch him because he keeps letting off tiny explosions by accident !!

you’re probably the one to initiate any teasing that night, slipping your hand down his breaches at the dinner table.

he doesn’t flinch but sends you a warning glare.

probably let’s out a strangled moan when you start palming him for real.

“fuck, yn...”

“what was that kacchan?”

“mind your fuckin’...fuckin’ business, damn nerd. we’re going home.”

yanks you from the table and heads straight for the car.

you both don’t say anything in the car home but as soon as you’re past the front door bakugou is ravaging you like his last meal

teeth, tongue, love bites !! you name it !!

“you think you can get away with teasing me like that? well you’re in for a long fuckin’ night sweetheart.”

oop , you can’t walk for days after that.

⇝ scenario:

“how do you like me now, sweetheart? not so confident— ah fuck, are you?”

bakugou mocks you, forcing you up the wall with every thrust inside of your tight heat. you’d barely made it into the house before your boyfriend pounced, lips on your neck on your lips and your sex. the guy was relentless; tearing right through your formal wear with no regrets, what was left of your outfit remained bunched at your hips— katsuki using the fabric to pull you back onto his hard cock.

tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes, nails scratching their way down the walls as your boyfriend lands a harsh spank to your ass— the pain sending shivers down your spine. “not gonna answer me brat?” he spits; finger tips singing little marks into the skin of your hips. “where’s all that mouth you had earlier? when your hands were down my fuckin’ pants in front of all those people.”

“k-katsuki!”

the blonde pulls you back by your hair, blood red eyes staring right into yours as the pace of his hips speed up; forcing his red hot length further into your walls. “that’s what i thought. now sit there and take my cock. that’ll teach you to misbehave again.”

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Blackmail

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Jimin offers you information on Jungkook, but your friendship is misconstrued by Jungkook who ends it singlehandedly with one video of you professing your love to him between moans.

warnings: dubcon, fingering, degredation, mild squirting, manipulation

word count: 2.8k

a/n: jealous kook doesn't realize he's jealous. this part is a bit extreme, so beware ><

One doesn't come across someone like Jungkook every day. It's fate that you met him in your first year of college, extending to your second where he grows closer to you; fair, it's clear that he only intends to use you for his academic success, but you've deluded yourself into thinking you're in love with each other. Growing up, you only had your dysfunctional family to teach you about how to love, how to think. As long as Jungkook needs you, he will love you, and you’re willing to do anything to be with him, only him. You need him to live.

Birds sing in the background as you lay on your stomach on the grass of the yard across the campus. It’s sunny and breezy, the perfect spring day as you work on Jungkook’s research paper due next month. You compiled multiple credible sources in a separate file to create an outline for his essay the moment he forwarded the assignment to you. You want him to praise you, pet your hair, kiss your cheek for starting so early so he can turn it in before anyone else. He would be proud, flashing you his pearly whites and adoring eyes. The reward motivates you to work harder and you’re relentlessly skimming through articles while counting down the minutes of Jungkook's lecture. He'll be outside with his friends in 7 minutes.

With a bad childhood, you don’t care to befriend many people. You only have a few friends to keep you company and you’re socially awkward outside of that group. You’re content, so you steer clear of boys who try to sabotage your relationship with Jungkook. Jimin, however, doesn’t get the memo.

Typing away on your laptop, a shadow looms over you to give you a break from the sunlight. You glance up and stop swinging your legs absentmindedly when you recognize the shadow; it’s a boy with frames and a tight collar adorning his neck.

Park Jimin is a typical nerd whereas you’re more of a closeted nerd. When you’re in love, you usually put more effort into your appearance to impress the one on your mind, but that doesn’t work with Jungkook. It’s always other men giving you their attention through second glances, and that includes Jimin.

“What do you want?” you rudely greet. Jimin is ruthless with his attempts at pursuing you; he’s the perfect gentleman, and often volunteers to do group tasks with you. He is never mean to anyone, and has a squeaky clean reputation, but his only flaw is that he can’t take a hint. You don't bother being friendly to him because you don't want friends.

"I want to know why you look so happy," he bends over to curiously glance at your screen, "while doing homework?"

You slam the monitor closed to stop his ogling. "You wouldn't get it. And stop watching me," you sternly say.

"What's your secret?" he grins and sits down on the grass next to you with crossed legs. His upper body serves as a shade and you stop squinting.

"There is no secret, I was just in a good mood until you came along." You're not upset, but you don't want to lead Jimin on and he won't leave unless you blow him off.

"Thinking of Jungkook?" he teases with a mischievous smile.

"Are you stalking me?"

"No, you're just too obvious," he chuckles, but the sound is strained. You don't notice his melancholy as he continues, "You were doing his homework again?"

You shift on your propped elbows a little uncomfortably. Jimin doesn't need to know what you do in your free time. "Yes," you answer anyway.

"You know he has daddy issues?"

Your eyes round as your discomfort dissipates instantly; he's piqued your interest. "Really?"

"Yeah, he has a tough exterior but he's actually a real softie."

An involuntary smile carves on your face before it falters as you ask, "How do you know this?"

"We went to high school together. I can tell you some stories if you want," he boasts when he realizes he has your attention. The context makes his heart sink, but when he imagines your lovesick grin is directed at him, it fills him with joy.

"Tell me, tell me! Please."

"Weeell," he draws with a lopsided grin, "don't tell him I told you this, but he used to hate girls. I don't know if he still does, but back then he couldn't even stand talking to a girl."

"Why?" your eyes are wide with interest as you whisper.

He shrugs, "No idea, but he hit a girl once when she wouldn't stop clinging onto him. Not like drop-kick her," he laughs, "he just shoved her on the ground. Be careful with him, okay? He can be very aggres-"

"You guys forming a nerd club now?"

You gasp when you hear Jungkook's voice. When you look up at him, he's almost glaring as his eyes flicker from you to Jimin. You're gleeful at his approach, because he never comes to you unless it's about a new assignment. It flutters your heart to see him without any papers in his hand.

You don't take his subtle insult to heart as you immediately respond, "No, we were just talking. H-Hi."

"Pull down your skirt, you look like a whore. I can see your panties all the way from the gates," he seethes in distaste. You instantly sit up with a blush and tug your skirt down to your knees. He looks back at Jimin who's glaring at him under his lashes, "The fuck's your deal?"

"Nothing," Jimin grits. Although he hates Jungkook's guts, he's too smart to fight a lost cause. He has his own set of muscles, but it isn't enough. It's best to accept defeat now.

"Did you start on the paper?" Jungkook asks you.

"Yes, I-"

"Good," he cuts you off and crouches to peck your lips by pulling the back of your neck. You're stunned when he pulls away and nonchalantly walks off to his friends.

Jimin follows him with his eyes and mutters under his breath, "douche."

Your heart is racing and you clamp a hand over your chest as a lovestruck smile spreads across your face. You know this is your end of the bargain, but it never fails to shrivel you up in delight.

"Are you two dating?" he mumbles as he pulls on the grass with a pout.

"Something like that," you exhale as you caress your lips.

It’s become routine to link up with Jimin where he reminisces his high school memories and you don’t doubt a single word he says unless it sheds a bad light on Jungkook. You’ve learned so much about him in the past few days, and you’re eager to know more. He likes energy drinks to this day, he was athletic in school and often got into fights. He began interacting with girls when he entered college, as Jimin says, “only for a quick fuck.”

Though it hurts Jimin that you only talk to him for information on Jungkook, he can’t bring himself to care when you hang onto every word he says with a glint in your eyes like you’re doing now.

You're sitting in the bustling cafeteria across from Jimin, sipping on a homemade strawberry lemonade from your thermos, and you don't notice Jungkook glancing at your table every now and then. It is the first time he doesn't feel your heavy gaze on him. Jimin does notice however, because he is facing him every time he receives a threatening ferile look.

"He could become a lawyer with how much he blackmailed the teachers to give him a good grade," Jimin tells you as he glances back and forth between you and Jungkook. "He's quite dangerous, you know. He's manipulative, a liar and has no empathy-"

"He's clever," you counter defensively, "he knows how to get around the system."

He makes a disgruntled noise from the back of his throat with a grimace. "I don't think the judge would listen to that."

You laugh at his comparison of the conversation to a court hearing. Jimin can be funny sometimes, and you have to admit that he's not that bad of a friend either. You've come to enjoy his company without the topic of Jungkook the past few days, but talking about him is always appreciated.

"Are you the judge then?" you cheekily ask.

"I might as well be, since I'm not biased like a certain someone," he teases with a grin.

"A lawyer has to see the bright side of things, but if I was the prosecutor, I wouldn't tell you that your lecture is in five minutes."

His smile falters as his eyes widen; you remember his schedule? He ran late for a lecture yesterday, but he’s in disbelief that you reminded him today. "Th-Thanks," he breathes as he packs up his belongings before giving you a curt, shy nod. His heart pounds when he walks away, and he resists the urge to look back at you.

It's a good idea, because that's when Jungkook settles down on his former seat.

"I'm thinking you might be forgetting who you belong to," he starts as he gets comfortable on the stiff chair. You instantly smile at his appearance.

"No, I'm very well aware of it." Your tone is high-pitched in excitement.

"It wasn't a question."

"Oh..."

“You talk more than you work,” he observes with a quirk of his brow. “One would think another nerd would be a better influence on you.”

“I work at night,” you defend worriedly, “I promise I’m not slacking off. Can I get a kiss please?”

You’re so adorable when you’re needy. He hides a smirk with a bite of his lip; he thrives from your loyalty to him, but he knows Jimin is a threat to it. He wants you to stop talking to that freak, and he justifies it as a concern for his grades. “I’ll kiss you when you’re not procrastinating. Do you think you deserve even a pat on the head?”

“I do! I’m halfway done with the research paper, please Jungkook,” you beg pathetically, “I-I’ll show it to you, I have it with me right now.” You start unzipping the case of your laptop until he holds up a hand for you to stop.

“You’re going to read it to me, but not here.”

When he stands up, so do you in a haste. He leaves the cafeteria with you hot on his tail, almost jogging when his strides are much bigger compared to yours. You resemble a clueless lamb following a lion, desperate to hold his claws with your hooves. You don’t know where he’s leading you as you walk down the halls until you stop in front of a door. You’re about to freak out when he swings open the door, but you realize the lecture room is empty.

“You want me to read here?” you inquire meekly. It’s a little intimidating to do it in complete silence, because you have a tendency to stutter when reading out loud and you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Jungkook where no one can talk over you. 

“Yup.” He snatches your laptop case from your hand with the handle, and roughly opens it before placing the device on the front row wooden desk. It’s a large hall, and the desks stretch out to the half of the room. You’re feeling stage fright for no particular reason; it feels like reverse claustrophobia. “Open the document and give me your phone.”

You don’t question him and hand in your phone before going through your files on the laptop. Jungkook is looking through your contacts and grins when he finds himself saved as: the love of my life ♡. Jimin is saved by his name, and he finds his WhatsApp through his information below. Once he opens your empty chat with him, he switches to your camera and pushes your back so you’re bent over the desk. You sharply inhale and ask, “Kook?” 

“Don’t get distracted now,” he lightly scolds and starts pulling down your pants. You stopped wearing skirts after the incident a week ago to appease him. You stammer with your back arched, and your ass is on full display for him. It’s humiliating. “Start reading.”

“H-Humans are- Jungkook?” you warily look back at Jungkook when he slides the slit of your panties to the side.

“Are you slacking off?” he condescends. 

You bite your lip anxiously and continue reading, “Humans are social animals that n-need social interaction,” Jungkook spits in his hand, “the extent of our social relationships is the most important predictor of h-happiness.” You squeal when you feel wet fingers graze your folds, but you know better than to stop and ask what he’s doing.

“Continue,” he coaxes softly as he brushes his fingertips over your pussy lips. 

“Um, o-one of the main reasons our brains have developed the way they have is so that we can be social,” you speak between shaky breaths. Your cheeks are tinted crimson with embarrassment from his touches; why is he pleasuring you when he specifically told you, you didn’t deserve any? “Being happy a-all of the time is neither possible nor desirable.”

“Is it now?” He slips a finger in your cunt and you involuntarily let out a cry as you push your body forward. You don’t notice him holding up your phone behind you while slowly sliding his finger in and out of you. His saliva is mixing with your arousal as you answer in a gasp, “Yes.”

“Tell me why.”

“B-Because negative feelings are natural. When it comes to negative feelings, the most important thing to remember is to learn,” you pause to exhale with quivering lips, “to control certain potentially harmful thoughts.” You whine his name when another finger is added to your heat. You’re moving your hips back and forth until he slaps your wet folds as a warning. “Sorry,” you peep and continue in a breath, “Happiness all of the time entails epistemic irrationality.”

It’s difficult to keep your eyes open when you just want to indulge in his thrusts, but you’re encouraged to stop reading when he doesn’t comment on your moans. His pace is quickening and you chase his fingers with your hips, cum dripping down his wrist as you mewl.  

“You enjoying yourself, whore?”

You nod and whimper, “So much.” You’re clutching the edge of the desk as he fingers you with fervor.

“And you're my girl?” 

“Yes, all yours, I love you so much,” you pant, not stopping for a moment to question his words. He has a full view of your sopping wet cunt on the camera, and he lightly blows on you, making you shiver. He’s recording you confess your love for him while getting fingered.

“Only me?” he presses.

“Only you, Jungkook, I love you more than anything,” you slur as you start to feel a knot in your stomach.

“Then pee.”

“Wh-What?”

“Touch your clit and pee.” He removes his fingers from your clenching hole and takes a step back. “Prove your love to me.”

You mourn the loss of his hand while staring wide-eyed at the floor. You’re contemplating his demand as your hand slowly reaches down to your clit. Is he asking you to squirt? Your breathing is shallow as you near your climax, and you still don’t know if you’ll go through with his requirement.

It drips out in tiny drops as you come undone, moaning as clear liquid spills out of you for only a few seconds. 

“Good girl, my good little girl,” Jungkook whispers as he intently watches you humiliate yourself in the name of love. You’re twitching and trembling in shame when he stops recording you and sends it to Jimin without a second’s waste. “Are you okay, baby?”

You hum with a pout as you collect yourself by standing up straight, a sway in your posture. 

“Give me your panties, you’ve made a mess on the floor,” he chastises as he holds out a hand. You slip and step out of them before giving it to him. In return, he passes your phone before feigning a gasp, “Shit, I think I sent Jimin a video of you when I was trying to forward it to my phone.”

Your mouth falls open as heat consumes your entire being. “H-Huh?” Tears brim in your eyes almost instantly; your heart is pounding from anxiety.

“How will you ever look at him now,” he empathizes with a fake frown. “He must think of you as such a slut now.”

“Let me delete it,” you panic as you open your phone. “Wh-Where is it?”

He motions you to give him the phone and opens WhatsApp after. “He’s already seen it.” There are two blue ticks under the message.

“No, no, no,” you pull your hair in agony with a whimper. You quickly put your pants back on and cry as you do so.

“I guess that’s the end of your friendship,” he raises his eyebrows to himself without a hint of sympathy.

“What do I do?!” you wail and fling your hands in stress.

“Avoid him. I’ll make sure he won’t leak it.”

He steps forward to lean in your face intimidatingly. “And don’t talk to him ever again.”

You don’t exactly have a choice now, do you? 

[sashi-ya]

Living with the Pirates of Heart ~ Day 6: A Nerd in Love (Law’s POV) ~ Part 1 - [The Festival & That Stupid Game]

Hi babies! So, here we are with day 6 of this series. First part (I had to cut it in two, because it was way longer than I expected) of Law's POV. The story is told from Law's perspective, and how I imagine he is when it comes to love. (An insecure dork with pure intentions and a huge fear of being abandoned. Poor baby)

A/N: The story takes place before reader becomes Law's girlfriend. You will notice it is linked with one of the previous days. The sentences in italics are Law's thoughts.

TW: Alcohol abuse

WC: 2.1K

Day 1; Day 2; Day 3; Day 4; Day 5; Day 6; Day 7; Day 8; Day 9; Day 10

Tag list: @rivvd-art

Day 6: P1 - A Nerd in Love (Law’s POV)

“She is so pretty…”, He takes a sip of that drink.

“I can’t stop looking at her…”. He takes another sip. It burns his throat.

“Calm down, Law. You are not like this, come on…”. Law looks at her, dancing under the lantern lights of the festival of that weird looking island. Law has never been in love before, he has never…

She turns around, everything flows with the wind. Her hair, her skirt. Her skin glowing under the warm lights. They interlock eyes, she blushes and quickly turns around once again. “Stop… she is gonna leave. Don’t be a creep”.

Law is lost, he has been lost for the last few days. Law is in love, and he has no clue how to proceed. Restless nights thinking about that feeling. At first, he denied it. And he was ok. But the feeling kept growing like a parasite. “Yeah, love is a parasite. It grows, eating the best of you” he swore. “Once it's satisfied, the parasite looks for another host. Love goes away. It always has an ending, and it leaves you empty”.

But the surgeon wasn’t able to stop. He is not able to stop looking at her. He imagines him sleeping next to her, once in the solitude of his room he hugs his pillow thinking of her. He watches from afar, the way she dances with Penguin to the sound of the orchestra. They are celebrating something on the island, he has no clue, and he doesn’t care. He just lays his back against a little stall that sells alcohol, long legs crossed, grey eyes contemplating her.

“Stop touching her!” he shouts all of a sudden. Bepo is next to him. “Captain?”. Law has officially lost control of the situation, and this is terrible. Law never loses control -well, except when Mugiwara-ya and Eustass-ya are with him - and this is WAY too hard for him. The surgeon ignores the constant questions the polar bear asks and drinks compulsively. That weird drink is so strong, it burns but it also calms him down. But it burns… it burns like his eyes when she keeps dancing with Penguin.

When the music's over, at least for a few minutes, her crush and Penguin join them. “Where the fuck is Shachi?” Law asks, clearly drunk and annoyed. “Don’t know, he was dancing next to us and suddenly disappeared” she tells him, looking at him being all mad and perhaps a little dizzy.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t know. You two were really busy dancing” he says, almost as if he was spitting venom. He looks at her face, her sight to the ground, hurt in her eyes, a fading smile.

“I’m… sor…” he mumbles but gets interrupted abruptly by Shachi. “AHHHH I’M SORRY I DIDN’T KNOW SHE WAS MARRIED!!” The red haired comes running, pushing everybody on his way. “Save me please, the man is gonna kill me” he shouts, desperately. “Da fuck did you just do, Shachi? For the love of God!”. None of them were in the position to fight against a 4 meters tall man chasing your nakama, not even Law.

“Run motherfuckers, run!!”

Bepo carrying a wasted Law on his back -he tried to run, but fell several times into the ground-, Penguin helping Shachi to run, she stumbles with her own legs. “FOR FUCKS SAKE WHO IS THAT MAN?” she shouts, unable to understand what the fuck was going on, and why he was chasing them. “I was dancing with a lady and suddenly that beast appeared, he is his husband!!”. The bear, Shachi, her, Penguin, including Law, start laughing as they run through unknown little streets.

Law head was spinning around so much. He was burying his head on Bepo’s furry back, trying not to throw up. “I can’t let her watch me vomit” he repeats himself on and on. “Where the hell is the submarine, oh Lord!”. The giant man, even bigger than Doflamingo, seems to have lost track of them. He is looking everywhere with a big mallet in his hand.

“Look, a hostel! Let’s get inside!” she tells her nakamas, and inside they go. “I wanna be on the ground, Bepo” Law grunts. The mink lets him as he asks, but he stumbles and before he falls a helping hand is there to hold him. Her, the most beautiful woman he has ever seen… Her hand is so soft… Look at her eyes, they shine… Why are you so pretty?

“Law? Is everything ok?” she asks, pulling the surgeon out of his reverie. “Yeah, yeah” he says and takes his hand out of her touch. She looks once again to the ground, sad eyes…

The hostel lady tries to explain to his drunk subordinates something he was not hearing. “What’s going on?” Law asks, coming closer to the countertop. “This man is wasted, and he has a fucking katana with him, I’m not letting him inside the room. And by the way, I have only one room available” says the receptionist. “Ah but I’m gonna show you a room then!” he threatens her, he clearly isn’t acting like himself.

But once again, she, the woman he loves, places a hand on his shoulder and slides it to his arm. A calming graze, a heavenly touch. “Don’t worry, Mrs. We will take the room, we can manage. And just for you to be sure, I’ll take care of them. If something happens, I’m responsible for everything” she says, smiling kindly and softly. Law loses himself on her touch…

The crew is already in the room, they have scattered a bunch of mattresses all around the floor. The receptionist was kind enough to let them use them so you all could sleep tonight on a bed.

Law crosses his legs; he is fighting against himself not to fall back. Shachi, all happy and clearly drunk, proposes playing “truth or dare”.

“Shachi, you are almost thirty years old… I won’t play that shit!” stresses Law. “Law… Come on!”, “Yeah, captain!!”, “Pussy, you don’t want to play because you are scared and drunk!”.

“I’m not fucking drunk!” -of course I am-. Law can’t stand, he falls back.

The guys fight, she looks at them and giggles, and Law feels sick and scared. Penguin pushes his friend over his belly, Sachi feels heavy. Law shouts, he is about to vomit, but she is there, laughing at him oh so pretty. Wait… What if the guys reveal his secret?...

“(Name), did you know Law…?” Shachi shouts, while Penguin has Law pinned against the mattress. “A crush on her… A crush on you!!” his mind screams, but he reaches a pillow and throws it against his friend in order to shut him up. “SHUT UP. SHACHI. I’LL PLAY THAT STUPID GAME THEN!”. Law makes a mental note to kill his friend once they are alone.

She is sitting next to Pen. Law can’t even sit properly but he manages to stand still just to look at his friend. “That should be me…” he thinks but immediately falls back once again. He listens as Pen asks the red haired about him putting umeboshi on his food. “That’s it, I’m definitely killing them”.

The surgeon's cheeks are on fire, the way she laughs at him… is killing him. I’m pathetic, she will never love me back…he thinks but instead he acts all tough telling Shachi how he is shoving a pickled plum into his ass. And she smiles and pushes him. Again, the soft touch of an angel. “Come on, captain! Umeboshi are healthy for you!”. He smirks and breaks eye contact. “She is so pretty…”

The game keeps its course, Shachi asks Law. I’m gonna choose <dare>, this bitch is gonna make me confess otherwise, he thinks.

“Dare, asshole”

“Ohhh, bold! Well, kiss (Name)”

Law freezes, he widens his eyes. The alcohol running through his veins seems to fade, he is fresh now. Fresh, scared, trembling. He wishes his heart were outside his chest, it pumps so fast. Kissing her? I mean I really want it, but… she will definitely reject me… “Why do you have to include her in my dare, you ass?” he grunts, he thinks it’s for the better, she keeps looking at him surprised. “She doesn't want my kisses…” Law sighs.

And then, his friend makes things worse, “fine, if you are afraid then answer; Are you in love with (Name)?”.

Shachi wants me to confess? I can’t even kiss her, and you want me to fucking confess right here? Law looks at his friends as if they were able to hear his thoughts. The surgeon takes a shot, it burns once again. I need time, what am I gonna do…?

“Kiss me!” She shouts. Law debates himself whether he listened correctly or not, but his friends start to cheer up for it. She wants me to kiss her? He feels how his hands tremble; she is not looking at them, so he tries to hide them. He sweats, Law is gonna give (Name) a kiss and he is not even completely sober.

But there she is, she has closed her eyes, her lips are barely separated. She is waiting for me to kiss her, fine. Come on, Law. You can do it.

Law’s lips graze her lips so soft and chaste. He is in heaven; he feels like an adolescent. Is this love? I don’t want this to ever end… he thinks while enjoying the simple contact between her and him. No one is saying anything, I should stop. Law breaks the kiss. Her cheeks are red, his too. She slowly opens her eyes, fixing them on Law. Law smiles, she smiles too… a magical moment. A magical moment broken by Shachi’s words.

“You choose to kiss her on the mouth!”. “Excuse me?”. “Yeah, never say where you had to kiss her. You could have simply kissed her on the cheek”.

Oh…. Oh my God. I totally did and he is totally right…

“Fuck you, guys!” Law snaps. He feels so embarrassed, so stupid. Law does not manage humiliation well; he even feels how some tears are forming on his eyes. And there is no way she sees him whimpering like a little stupid child. He stands up, walks to the bathroom, and slams the door.

Law looks at his huge dark circles into the mirror, he feels dizzy once again. Dizzy and nauseous. “Fuck” he swears and crunches next to the toilet. He will never EVER again drink that shitty drink… Luckily, they are all laughing, and no one listens to him throwing up.

“Surely she is laughing at me. At the pathetic me”.

Exhaustion hits him, he needs a bed. Law gets out of the bathroom, he stares at his friends, pissed. He will have a talk with them tomorrow. The blankets form a fort where he could hide until the next morning…

But Law wakes up in the middle of the night, he checks around in case it was because of his Haki kicking in. He felt someone looking at him, but there was nothing. Instead, he sees the face of his angel sleeping next to his leg. A ray of moonshine that filters through the window bathes (Name)’s profile. Law enjoys the view; she sleeps so peacefully.

“Would it be that bad if I just…” he thinks, coming closer to her. He lays on his side, so he can be facing her.

"I wish I was brave enough to tell you how I feel, but I'm afraid you won't feel the same way. And I don't want you to leave" he whispers.

She mumbles something and moves a little. Law notices she smells like alcohol; the sweet angel must have drunk a lot while he was sleeping. He is for sure gonna kill his friends tomorrow.

"I love you; I love you so much" Law thinks, tugging behind her ear a little hair that falls over his face.

"Law?" Penguin asks all of a sudden. "Shhh" Law tells him “What is it?".

"I don't know, my Haki keeps waking me up…"

The rest of the night both of them remained awake. There was something wrong, and they needed to protect their friends. Luckily no one showed up during that time, but there was still that menacing presence that made them be on guard.

Morning comes. The guys were already up, making fun of how Law keeps looking at her while she is snoring. It's time to leave and she doesn’t wake up. “(Name)-ya… Oi…” he whispers, softly shaking her. His crush eyes open, shining so beautifully at him.

“Morning Law… What happened last night?”

“FUCK”.

[chaosandsuns]

Prompt / request time!

Below there is a list of prompts you can request!

I figured id cobble it together from a few prompt lists, the majority of this is from @writinginstardust 's 150 random writing prompts.

Please include a pairing, the requested prompts (numbers or the prompt itself) and a basic idea for what you want!

I will write nsfw, romantic and platonic unless specified otherwise (yelena is platonic only). Please include what youd like the reader's gender to be! (Enby and nonconforming works! I just wanna know what nicknames/ pronouns youd like :D )

I will not write any minor x adult or noncon.

I will write xreader! (And any pairing between the given characters. You can add your own prompt if youd like!)

Possible characters:

Layla El-Faouly

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Jake Lockley

Blue Jones

Jonathan Levy

Matt Murdock

Foggy Nelson

Karen Page

Kate Bishop

Yelena belova (no nsfw/ platonic only. We respect aroace peeps in this house)

Prompt list below the cut!

"Come over here and make me.”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Kiss me.”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“I fucking hate you”

“The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.”

“It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”

“Let me do this, please.”

"you’re not as funny as you think you are"

"i’m just getting comfy"

"just because you can doesn’t mean you should"

"text me when you’re home"

"you are such a nerd"

"stop laughing at me!"

"you were put on this earth to give me a headache."

"you’re ticklish?!"

"you are a terrible influence"

"one of us is clearly smarter than the other"

"you need some sleep"

"how have you survived this long by yourself?"

"sleep is for the weak"

"that was you?"

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“What? I have never-”

“I do not have an answer for you.”

“In my defense, I really wanted to.”

“At least *I* didn’t break any laws.”

“What did you do this time?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Just marry me already."

“Did I stutter?”

“Did I just say that out loud?”

“H-How long have you been standing there?”

“I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified, to be honest.”

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“Somebody’s in love!”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”

“I’m never leaving…I promise.”

“Uh, am I interrupting?”

“I like you, like like you like you."

“Can I kiss you?”

“God, I love you.”

“You’re so fucking cute.”

“Stop being a fucking prick.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“You’re my everything.”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“I can’t get enough of you.”

“i like being close to you. you’re warm.”

“i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.”

“is this okay?”

“this is a one time thing.”

“you know where to find me.”

“you’re really good at that.”

“don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”

“Wanna join?”

“Stop doing that”

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”

“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

“ i think i might be in some kind of love with you.”

“say you want me, and i’m yours.”

“you need a place to stay for the night”

“i want to taste you”

“i love it when you talk dirty

“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you”

“i forgot my towel”

“don’t cover your face, i want to see you”

“are you sure about this?”

“ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn”

“do you want help with that?”

“im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”

“bend over the desk love”

“is that my shirt?”

“my mother adores you.”

“is that a drawing of me?”

“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”

“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

“stop looking at me like that!”

“i didn’t know you could sing.”

“you weren’t supposed to hear that!”

“you wrote me a song?”

“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

“this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”

“do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

“Take my jacket, it’s cold”

“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes”

“I’m not going anywhere”

“fuck you.” - “when?”

“no one’s ever made me feel like this.”

“here, let me help you.”

“we’re quite literally fugitives of the state.” - “so no pizza?”

"you’re insane.” - “people keep telling me that.”

“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”

“i told you i’d come home to you.”

“i’ll keep you safe.”

“i’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you.”

“i didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“please never stop smiling.”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Shut up and take your pants off.”

“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

“How are you this perfect?”

“I’ve waited so long for this.”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“Just let me finish this/this level and I swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?”

“Tell me again.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”

“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

“Stop distracting me.”

"theres only one bed."

"Ill bandage you up"

"Who did this to you?"

"I didnt know where else to go"

"can you be my date to the wedding?"

"you're my best friend. Ive always loved you."

"shut up." "Make me."

"I would NEVER fall for you"

"then why did you do it?" "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU"

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Demon Bros Play DND!

Who’s ready for some Stupid Headcanons?

So, the Satanic Panic of the 1980s claimed that the tabletop RPG known as Dungeons and Dragons had the power to turn your children into satanists and devil worshippers. So of course, the brothers have totally played DND after hearing about all the human world nonsense.

Lucifer the Back-up Back-up DM

He’s too busy to play this game dammit, stop inviting him! What do you mean both Satan and Simeon can’t DM the one-shot? Ugh... fine.

Despite all his UUUUUUUUGGGGHHH, Lucifer is a damn good storyteller, prepare to be immersed as hell.

Also, sorry guys, he’s a rule whore. If something’s against the rules, YOU AREN’T DOING IT.

He’s also a complete sadist who will randomly get everyone to roll perception checks for NO REASON.

Lucifer has definitely stood up and slammed his hands on the table while giving a description for extra effect, Mammon screamed and nearly fell out of his seat which REALLY ruined the mood.

“Everyone, we’re rescheduling, I’m too busy.”

He’s been a player a few times, and he’s NOT good at it. All his characters end up being really generic and boring. He’s better at being the world and everything in it, not the dummy wandering around it.

Human/fighter lookin’ motherfucker

In conclusion, he’s a good DM, but he’s probably too busy to play.

Over-Powered Self Insert (Mammon)

This game is for nerds! He’s not playin’, Levi!

Fine, his character is great and amazin’ and is also him. MC! What do these numbers mean-

Mammon’s the type of player to make his character a self insert and not take it too seriously, then get really REALLY attached as the campaign progresses.

He’s the type not to make a backstory for his character either, so go wild DM MCs!

He also both purposefully and accidentally metagames a whole bunch. Like dude, YOU know this, YOUR CHARACTER DOES NOT.

Shit he forgot his dice, can he borrow some?

“Okay MC, that’s five points of piercing damage.” “I RUN OVER AND HEAL THEM! I’LL SAVE YA MC!”

Mammon goes out of his way to save MC’s character long before it would make sense in-character to do so.

“Well, as your first man it’s my duty to save your character! You’ll probably be a blubberin’ mess if I didn’t...”

He’s not the best role player, but he’s also not the worst at it either. He tends to break character when things get too serious and he doesn’t know what to do.

Notes who? He came in here with one sheet of printer paper and it’s for doodling only.

He and Asmodeus start the tavern brawls. No question about that.

Theft is very common, he’s stealing from everyone, including but not limited to: the party, the royal guards, the dead enemies, the giant fuck-you dragon that Satan dropped in there to deter Mammon from stealing...

“I’m gonna steal that crown from the dragon.” “Roll stealth.” “Nat 20 BITCHES.” “Fuck you.”

If his character dies, may the Demon King have mercy on his greedy little soul because he’s going to mope about it for a damn long time.

Over-Powered Self Insert Again (Leviathan)

His character totally isn’t a self insert, shut up! He just looks and acts like an idealized version of himself!

He’s the one with twenty pages of character info and backstory AND the amazing commissioned art.

Levi has about 40 sets of expensive blue dice that he claims gives him the best rolls but an average session with him usually leads to roughly 10 crit fails.

While his luck with dice isn’t that good, he’s the player who will get as much out of their turn as possible, AKA break out the calculators and notes we’re doing some math.

His turn goes on for at least ten minutes because of all the shit he’s doing. When you finally think it’s over he goes “I still have my movement!”

Takes notes like a madman, every bit of lore and character info is being written down, meaning it’s a headache for everyone involved if there’s a continuity error because Levi WILL point it out.

“So you all head to the east, the great Valley of-” “Hang on, valley? In the second session you said there was a mountainous area to the east.” “Levi, shut up.”

Levi is the self appointed “guys come on let’s get back on track!” player, and whoever’s DMing is grateful to have him.

Levi is kind of the opposite of Mammon in terms of character seriousness, at first he’s taking everything super seriously and then as the campaign goes on he slowly loosens up and has some fun.

Out of curiosity one day he searches up a magical girl DND class and he’s ALL OVER IT. PLEASE LET HIM BE A MAGICAL GIRL NEXT CAMPAIGN-

Damn good at roleplaying, he’s carrying the entire in-character discussion until everyone else gets into it.

The Done With Your Bullshit DM (Satan)

So, this is the game that’s supposedly summoning him all the time despite the fact that he hadn’t been up to the human world since the 50s... what the fuck is everyone on up there?

It was the 80s, probably a lot of drugs.

When Satan DMs, you can only break the rules if it enhances the story... or if it fucks with Lucifer’s really boring character.

He will fudge dice rolls every once and a while, he also gets very attached to the characters everyone has made so he doesn’t want to perma-kill any of them unless they roll a DND quadruple natural 1 sin or something.

As attached as he gets, he isn’t above completely raging, killing everyone’s characters, and ending the session if everyone’s being annoying.

Don’t worry, your characters will be safe and sound next session once everything calms down... just don’t mention how Satan burned your character sheet right in front of you. It’s your fault if you didn’t make a second copy of your character sheet!

He’s pretty decent when it comes to improv when a player stumbles into something he didn’t plan out, but that’s not going to stop him from getting a little annoyed.

Though, if you somehow manage to get to the big bad too soon... yeah sorry, he’s got a way more dramatic fight scene planned, your player’s getting conveniently blasted out of there.

As a player, Satan is pretty decent at the game overall, but he tends to be a little aggressive if there’s an overarching mystery to be solved.

He needs to understand what’s going on! He doesn’t care if it upends the plot or it’s too early to find out! He needs to know!

His character is actually distinct and different from himself, Satan thinks it’s more interesting that way. All the books he’s read have made him a pretty awesome role player!

Satan’s notebook both as a DM and a player is filled to the brim, no detail is too insignificant to be put on the page.

Satan doesn’t fear dungeon puzzles... dungeon puzzles fear Satan.

“Are you all stupid?! This puzzle is so easy a four year old could solve it!”

I ROLL TO SEDUCE- (Asmodeus)

At first he didn’t want to play, he doesn’t play these kinds of games, sweetie. He’s too pretty.

When he’s finally convinced he puts a decent amount of effort into his character, but leaves the backstory pretty open.

Asmo would probably be the bard... right? No. He’s the warlock with the magic sugar daddy patron, and the warlock patron is spoken to as such.

“Hey baby... how’ve you been? Have I been good~?” “...”

Huh! Who woulda thought that all the bedroom roleplaying would transfer so well to DND!

Simeon is the only DM that doesn’t immediately shut this down, so Asmo will be extra inclined to play if Mr. Nice Shoulders is DMing.

When he gets really into it he buys a bunch of sparkly and very pretty dice, they bring him good luck in every roll!

Asmo has a fictional harem, no question about it. It gets to the point where Satan, Lucifer, and Simeon stop describing NPCs as attractive.

He’s rolling to seduce either way, he’s turned many an antagonist into a lover. To be fair, Asmo’s horniness has gotten everyone out of a lot of jail cells... so they can’t complain.

His notes consist of really random comments about the plot and the other players. It’s also COATED with doodles.

‘Wow, this character is such an asshole, I hope Belphie kills them.’ ‘Shit.’ ‘MC looks so cute when they play their character!!!!!!!! :D’

Poor bab forgets the rules a lot... it’s just too much to remember, okay?! How was he supposed to know that he ran out of spell slots an hour ago?!

Please help him, MC...

*Dice Cronch* (Beel)

Homeboy has been given edible dice, no question. He has also eaten the non-edible dice...

Beel goes to Satan for help with making his character, and he ends up really loving the character! :D

Problem is, he’s not that good at roleplaying... D:

“Can my character eat that person?” “Beel, no- you know what? Let me check what you’d need to roll to do that.”

I’ll save you MC part 2 electric boogaloo, but when it comes to Beel, the entire party is getting protected, no matter how little it makes sense in-character.

While Beel does take notes, a lot of them don’t end up being very important for later events. For example, he’ll jot down stuff about the layout in one room, but it turns out he didn’t take notes for the room that was actually going to be used for a boss fight.

He’s always nice to the NPCs, shame Belphie doesn’t show them the same courtesy.

Murder Hobo (Belphie)

Chaotic evil.

“Belphie, your character’s alignment is neutral good, remember?” “Fuck that, this guy’s annoying me.”

If Belphie doesn’t like an NPC, it’s up to the rest of the party to stop him from derailing the campaign and killing them.

He has space themed dice because cow-man likes space and thought they were pretty.

Notes? NOTES? You think Belphegor, the Avatar of SLOTH, takes notes? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-

He’s drooling all over the notebook... ew. Someone wake him up and tell him it’s his turn.

He puts about 35% effort forth to make a halfway decent character, and approximately 4% effort to actually roleplay.

Belphie sleeps through important plot details so he’s almost always really confused. He’ll turn to MC and ask them to explain what he missed before not learning his lesson and going back to sleep.

Wake him up for the dungeon puzzles though, he and Satan love those.

“Okay, we can’t see what’s in the room because none of the conscious party members have dark vision?” “Nope, what do you do?” “...I shove Mammon inside and shut the door.” “WHAT?!”

Bonus! The Best DM (Simeon)

Our favourite angel has homebrewed this entire campaign and boy fricken howdy are these players going to enjoy it.

Simeon fudges the dice rolls to avoid anything too irreversibly bad happening, buuuuuuut he’s still a total asshole who does the random perception rolls to keep everyone on their toes.

Everyone gets a character arc god dammit, even if they don’t have a backstory, one will be provided!

He’s got a map, he’s got miniatures, he’s got dice and backup dice for the backup dice, he’s got DM notes for days!

Simeon could be a voice actor with the amount of character voices he can do, no one ever gets confused with who’s talking.

Did someone just uncover a massive bit of plot that was meant to be found out later? Good job! No harm done! Simeon’s DM improv is second to none, and the plot will adjust accordingly!

[griffintail]

Bedroom Confessions

Summary: After waking up from a night of drinking (Y/N) and her helper confess a few things. (Part 2 to Drunken Care and Cuddles) 

Requested: Yes by @exorcisms-with-elmo​ 

Pairings: Wilbur, Technoblade, Awesamdude x F! Reader (Separately, In-Game)

Warnings: Hangover?, mentions of drinking, Swearing

A/N: Phil was not included because I already made them dating so I just did these three. Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy! ♥

        Wilbur

        It took a while but Wilbur was able to go to sleep. Everything just felt so right and it was a comfortable warmth but eventually, he managed an hour or two of sleep.

        The peaceful slumber was cut short though as Wilbur jumped at the sound of his son’s shout that woke up him.

        “Sorry! I was just looking for you! Come back later!” Fundy quickly said before closing the door.

        Wilbur rubbed his eyes as he tried to wake his groggy mind. Why would Fundy be looking for him…? Right, there had been a party last night and Wilbur was known to get drunk but he hadn’t last night. He had been glad to because…

        His eyes snapped down to see the woman groaning as she woke up after Fundy’s shouting.

        “Why the hell were you…?” She started to call as she kept her eyes shut tight to fight off the hangover but stopped, feeling something off.

        This didn’t feel like her bed…

        She reluctantly opened her eyes and looked up to meet the face of a bright red Wilbur, her own face heating up rapidly as she jumped back. Her head pounded at the fast movements but she couldn’t help it right now. Why the hell was she in a bed with her new president?! The same guy she had a crush on since she first met him!

        “I’m sorry.” He told her quickly. “You hadn’t gotten drunk last night and since you didn’t have a home right now, I brought you here. And I tried to sleep in the front but you didn’t want to be left alone.”

        “Oh god, what did drunk me say?” (Y/N) thought as she tried to form words.

        Wilbur stood up on the side of the bed, nervously running a hand through his hair.

        “I’m so sorry sir.” (Y/N) finally said, wincing at her headache. “I hope I wasn’t too much of a bother to you.”

        “It’s alright, I was more worried about making you uncomfortable in the morning.” He told her before clearing his throat. “I’ll be in the front of the van if you need anything. There should be a few potions in the chest to help the headache too.”

        With that, Wilbur let himself out of the room, no one else in the van now. Because no one was there, he put both his hands on either side of his head.

        “Alright, don’t freak out again.” He muttered to himself. “Just act normal. Not like you slept in the same bed as her and don’t even know if she likes you…Damn it, stop!”

        Meanwhile, (Y/N) tried to calm down the redness spread across her face as she stood up. She spotted her coat and hat on a chest and she put them on before digging through the chest. There was a spare health potion and she took a small drink of it to lessen the pain in her head, the potion unable to fix it completely as that wasn’t its purpose.

        As she stood there adjusting her hat, she desperately tried to remember what she might have said last night. She remembered starting to drink with the others as they all cheered and celebrated. Wilbur told everyone he just wanted to enjoy their new freedom. Everything else was fuzzy.

        Wilbur had taken her to a place to sleep like the true gentleman he was and even procced to put up her drunk self. It made (Y/N) smile softly, reminding her why she liked Wilbur before she frowned about what she might have said that she can’t remember.

        “God, I better not have something stupid.” She muttered before taking a deep breath and walking away.

        Wilbur had distracted himself, cleaning up the mess that had been created of the chaos from the final battle. When the door opened, he saw (Y/N) and gave her a smile.

        “You ok love?”

        “Yes, Mr. President.” She smiled back, putting her hands behind her back.

        If he was acting like normal, maybe she didn’t say something embarrassing.

        “Please, I’d like it if you still called me Wilbur.” He told her, a light blush back on his face.

        “Oh, alright Wilbur.” She nodded slightly.

        He put the things he had in his hands away properly, (Y/N) shifting on feet before helping to tidy a few things as well. After he put the things away, he adjusted his jacket nervously. Now was a better time than any, before they both had to work and Wilbur had to deal with the men outside.

        “I…I wanted to talk about you some things you said last night,” Wilbur said.

        (Y/N) froze and gave him an embarrassed smile. “Oh god, what did I say?”

        Wilbur once more ran a hand through his hair as his nerves shot up. “When—When you asked me to stay…you told me you loved me.”

        (Y/N) went bright red as she stood up straight, hiding behind her hands. “You’re joking right?”

        Wilbur melted, she looked so adorable like that and his mind lost all thought for a moment. “I—No, love. You said that.”

        “I’m so sorry Wilbur. I shouldn’t have ever drunk last night.” (Y/N) started to ramble as Wilbur came over to her.

        He took her hands and moved them from her face.

        “Calm down darling.” He muttered. “I told you that to simply ask you, did you mean it?”

        Wilbur stood nervously as (Y/N) ducked her head, before nodding.

        “I do like you, ever since we first met.”

        His heart swelled and he smiled widely before tilting her head up to kiss her forehead, causing the woman to freeze. His nervousness flooded away knowing that it was true.

        “Well then let me tell you that I fell in love with you since you told Dream to fuck off right to his face.”

        “Really?” She breathed.

        “Would I ever lie to you love?” He chuckled and she shook her head slowly. “Good, now that we have that sorted, would you give me the honor of being L’Manberg’s first lady?”

        “…I’d be honored President Wilbur Soot.” She smiled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        Technoblade

        “…what the hell are you doing in my bed?” Technoblade heard, groaning at being woken up.

        He opened an eye to see (Y/N) squinted at him to avoid the light and having just woken up herself.

        “You were being stupid last night.” He said simply before closing his eye again.

        Neither was embarrassed by the situation of being in such a position. They’d both deny it to their grave, but there had been times when they were scared or needed comfort and both were their own comfort friend as they had been best friends for years now. They had fallen asleep like this before, though not in a while as both had started to develop feelings for the other, neither noticing as they were as dense as bricks.

        “What does that mean you damn nerd?” She huffed.

        “That’s my line.” He pushing her away from him but she avoided his hand and sat back on her own, rubbing her eyes.

        “What happened last night?” She asked.

        “You got drunk.”

        “Yeah, I can kind of tell by my headache. But that could be because of you.”

        He opened his eyes slightly to give her a glare, which made her smirk.

        “But seriously, what happened?”

        “All of you had a party, I stayed out of that.” He told her. “I didn’t know you got drunk so easily but you did. You became sickly nice and Tommy tried to scam you while you were.”

        “That little prick.” She glared at the door.

        “We’ll deal with him later.” Techno waved his hand. “After, you wouldn’t leave me the hell alone and had me stay with you.”

        (Y/N) blushed lightly at that but turned away, not looking at Techno as he closed his eyes again. He didn’t want to bring up what she said yet, his thoughts still fried about it. She was drunk, she couldn’t have meant it. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make fun of her for it without directly telling her.

        “Well, nothing too embarrassing.” She muttered.

        “I mean, you were pretty stupidly embarrassing.” He snorted quietly.

        “What does that mean?” She threw up her arms.

        “You told me to not tell Technoblade a secret.” He told her, not giving her the whole truth.

        “Oh my god.” She put her face in her hands. “What secret?”

        “I mean, if I talk about it, technically I’m telling Technoblade.” He shrugged.

        “What leap in logic is that?!” She exclaimed, wincing at the pain she caused her head.

        “Don’t hurt yourself.” He cracked an eye open again, watching her. “And technically, I’ll hear if I say the secret out loud.”

        “Well, I already said it to you, you jackass.” She rubbed her temple. “So, tell me.”

        He looked to think about it before shaking his head as he finally got up. “Nah.”

        “I fucking hate you.” She groaned, laying down on her bed.

        Techno paused at the door, thinking for a moment before deciding to just say it.

        “No, you love me. Oops, guess I heard.” He smirked at her trying to play it casually, making her sit up quickly, face bright red.

        “I did not say that.” She tried to call the bluff.

        “Sorry nerd, you did. You were drunk though so…”

        She played with her shirt and he stayed where he was.

        “…did you hate that I said it?”

        Techno stood there watching her. It was obvious that she did mean it. That her word had been true and matched his emotions. He debated his next words as the voices were telling them how soft it would make him, how she was already in the way because she was his friend and too nice to be with the blood god, how he should keep his mouth shut.

        “No, I didn’t. I love you too nerd.” He told her; his face deadly serious as (Y/N) looked up in surprise.

        “You mean it?”

        “Do I lie?”

        “You try, but you’re terrible at it.” She admitted.

        “Heh?!”

        She giggled, and his expression softened at the sound.

        “So, how about we leave Wilbur to mope with his hangover with Tommy and we go back to sleep?” Techno offered.

        “That sounds fantastic.” She agreed and Techno came back to the bed.

        He laid down and she nuzzled into his side. Running his hand through her hair much like he did last night. They were both content as Techno rolled his eyes at the voices changing their tune and calling him a simp.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        Awesamdude

        Sam was a pretty light sleeper, so he wasn’t surprised that he woke up to (Y/N)’s movements as she got up first.

        “Hey.” He greeted her before she freaked out.

        Didn’t work, she jumped and would have fallen off the bed if not for Sam’s faster reflexes. He caught her arm and pulled her to sit on the bed.

        “How…What are you doing in here?” She questioned in surprise, wincing as she held her head.

        “Hang on, I’ll get you a potion and I’ll explain it to you,” Sam told her before getting up.

        He went to his bag, taking out a spare health potion. Handing it over to the woman, she took a small drink of it to help relieve some of the pain. It wouldn’t take it all away but it would be enough to at least function in the morning light.

        “Usually, you just drop me off if I have too much to drink, what happened?” She inquired.

        “Well, what do you remember?” He asked her in turn as he sat back on the bed.

        “I don’t know, it’s kinda fuzzy.” She muttered as she handed the potion back and he put it down on the floor. “I remember sharing a few with Ant then I think we started a few games?”

        “Yeah, that’s how the party started. Ant convinced you to yell swears across the room to annoy Bad once you were both pretty drunk but I stopped you after that. After that, you were actually pretty clingy.” He teased.

        “Bull.” (Y/N) tried to call his bluff. “You always whine about how I won’t listen to you when I’ve had too many.”

        “Yeah, that’s the usual case, that wasn’t last night.”

        “I don’t believe you.”

        “Well, how do you explain me being here instead of my own house?”

        “Well—I—I was just crazy drunk and you wanted to keep an eye on me.” (Y/N) blushed slightly in embarrassment.

        She couldn’t believe in her drunk state that she clung to the best friend she had started to develop a crush on.

        “It wasn’t bad though,” Sam assured her with a grin. “You called me super smart and a great fighter after all.”

        (Y/N) groaned as she put her face in her hands. “Bet that boosted your ego.”

        He shrugged. “You also said how it would be nice to stay with me forever.”

        “What were we doing?!” (Y/N) threw up her arms.

        “We were just taking you home.” He laughed.

        “God, I’m never getting drunk again.” She muttered.

        “There was one more thing,” Sam told her and she fell back on her bed.

        “What did I say?” She huffed.

        “Well, I’d like if I could look at you when I told you.” He said, all his teasing gone.

        He felt a spike of nervousness as she sighed while sitting back up. Hopefully, she’d repeat what she said last night.

        “What?” She asked, meeting his eyes.

        “You…You said you loved me.”

        She went bright red as he could feel himself getting warmer.

        “I’m so not drinking ever again.” She ducked her head.

        “…did you mean it?”

        She fiddled with her hands before nodding. “I do love you. You’re just…so fantastic.”

        He smiled widely as he went over, crouching down, (Y/N) glancing at him.

        “Well good, because I love you too.”

        She hugged him and he laughed hugging her back.

        “You should probably rest up and I need to go take care of Fran,” Sam told her, smiling into the top of her head as he was so tall. “But I’ll come back later and we’ll go on a date?”

        She nodded, grinning into his chest.

        He was so happy she truly meant it.

[jekacatrina]

Fate don't know you like I do

Hello, guys, have this super cheesy and self indulgent piece I wrote for Bakudeku day! I'm so happy to be part of this fandom and all the wonderful content creators out there, so here's my little contribution, enjoy! I wrote it super fast so sorry for any mistake or typo!

Also, the title is a song I love, please check it out, it inspired the whole thing!

Izuku wakes up to the sight of his bedroom ceiling, body aching and mind restless. He’s no longer wearing his hero suit, except for the undershirt and his pants, everything else is gone. Slowly, the yells of the crowd infiltrate his thoughts and he wishes to run away, to go to where he can’t hurt anyone he cares about.

He has to leave. He is being selfish. Izuku props himself up on his elbows.

“That’s the face of a rabbit ready to bolt,” the gruff voice startles him, and he turns to see Kacchan sitting on his desk, frowning. It adds up that they wouldn't leave him without someone standing guard.

Kacchan has changed out of his hero suit, and a dark grey long sleeved t-shirt hides the bandages on his shoulder and stomach, but Izuku is keenly aware of the wounds he was sporting as he flew around trying to keep him from leaving. By the end, his childhood friend was bleeding through them. That was Izuku’s fault; both Kacchan reopening his injuries and the fact that he has them in the first place.

“Kacchan, I'm so-“

“Save it, nerd,” he abandons the desk chair and shuffles closer.

Izuku takes him in; after weeks of agonizing over the state in which he left Kacchan, seeing him do a perfect arch in the air and stop a villain with a precise AP Shot, filled him with a relief so strong, it paralyzed him, and he was only able to stare in awe.

During the following fight, if Izuku can call it that when it was against his friends, Kacchan was everywhere; coordinating different maneuvers, and he even had a new move. Izuku told his friends they couldn’t keep up, and he remembers vaguely that he apologized, because in reality they’re miles ahead of him.

Still, nobody is like Kacchan: certain and absolute, pure will held together by his convictions. He never backs down, and he never gives up, only marches forward. Izuku never stood a chance against him, in more than one way.

Kacchan kneels by the bed, putting an elbow on the bed, close to his hips, and lazily resting his head on his hand.

“Kacchan, I can’t stay here,” he mumbles, trying to convey all his inner turmoil. He wants to stay, he is so tired and scared, but he will not risk anyone for his sake.

Kacchan frowns in response.

“You can, and you will, dumbass,” he states, surprising him by clutching his forearm. “I’m not chasing your sorry ass around anymore.”

“Then let me go,” Izuku turns his arm, grabbing him as well.

“You’re not going anywhere, Izuku.”

The name travels through his body, lighting him up on the inside, coursing through him with the violence of the first time he used One For All, equally exhilarating and terrifying.

It all comes back to him; the rain, his words, his bow, Izuku collapsing and Kacchan appearing in time to support him.

Izuku.

“You apologized,” he whispers, tears coming to his eyes. “You said all those things in front of the whole class.”

“I had to, asshole, you left before I could tell you in private,” he doesn’t look embarrassed or regretful. Kacchan doesn’t shy away from his decisions once he makes up his mind. “Only a shitty letter for explanation and that was it.” He shakes his head. “You didn’t even let me go with you, idiot.”

“You’re still dealing with the outcome of the last time I let you come with me.” The tears are running freely down his cheeks. “I had to watch how he almost took you away from me.” He scrubs his eyes furiously with his free hand, not letting go of Kacchan. “I can’t allow more people to suffer because of me.” He’s on his way to a full on breakdown, struggling to get air in his lungs, and blood roaring in his ears, the noises muffled.

Suddenly, Kacchan is hovering over him, shoving his shoulder firmly.

“Hey, Deku, scoot over,” Izuku only glances at him through his crying, baffled. “Give me some room to lay down, like when we were kids.” He’s already in the process of climbing on the bed, and Izuku manages to slide his body closer to the other end, grabbing the bed cover when the weight of his childhood friend laying down almost makes him roll over him. “Jesus Christ, you stink,” Kacchan complains.

“I know,” Izuku turns on his side, creating more space between them. Hygiene wasn’t that high on his list of priorities, not even eating or sleeping was, and he feels awful. He didn’t have the energy to shower before passing out.

“You smell like dirt and sweat.” Kacchan scrunches up his nose. “Worst of all, you reek of that goddamn martyr complex, and it pisses me off.” he turns too, and traps Izuku in his red gaze. “If you’re choosing to ignore all I said before, at least pay attention to the last part.” He’s not sugarcoating his words, he’s as brash as he always is. “We all want to fight, because we’re heroes and we want to protect everyone, including the fucking chosen one, whether you want us to or not. I’m not asking for your damn permission, and neither is any of the rest. So, you can either play nice and make it easy for us, or be a self-sacrificial idiot, making it all the more annoying. Your call.”

“I don’t know how to stop,” Izuku grimaces, reaching for him with a shaky hand, and awkwardly squeezes his arm. “I’m not ignoring all you said, Kacchan” he chooses to focus on that, gaze in his All Might covers. “I, I forgave you a long time ago, mostly because I wanted to focus on the good parts, so in a way I let go of it for me.” He forgets about his smell, and scoots closer, resting his forehead close to his shoulder. “But thank you, Katsuki.” He hasn’t said that name in ages, but that doesn’t come from any animosity on his part. Kacchan has always been and will always be Kacchan. Izuku feels him move as Kacchan places his chin on top of his matted curls, and they stay like that for a while, with their past laid to rest at last.

Kacchan speaks up first.

“Listen, Deku, everything is getting pretty fucking real,” he pauses for a moment. “Shit is really dangerous for any of us, but for you it is like a thousand times worse. Your ass is a fucking death magnet, and it’s driving me crazy.”

“One For All is a big responsibility, Kacchan, but it’s not yours.” He does his best to keep his voice low and soft, the weight of the legacy crushing him.

“The Hell is not!” Kacchan retorts vehemently. “You made it my deal the moment you told me!” Izuku winced. “What’s up with that? Wasn't that the biggest secret ever? Are you that much of a blabber mouth?”

Izuku clutches his arm harder.

“I wasn’t going to let you think I lied all those years.” He explains, and in a moment of bravery, he continues. “I’ve never been anything but honest with you, Kacchan.”

The anger in his voice disappears as fast as it came.

“I know that, idiot.” His bigger hand finds Izuku’s hip. “One for All is your responsibility, but you are mine.” Izuku is pretty sure he stops breathing. “Since we were fucking four years old, and you were this quirkless little shit that wouldn’t quit chasing after me, no matter how much I pushed you away.” Kacchan scoffs and his breath tickles him. “Well, congrats, dumbass, now you have me and I’m not going anywhere.” His heart flies to his throat and doesn’t let any word come out. Kacchan growls, clearly bothered by his silence. “All for One VS One For All is the fucking shit show for the ages, and of course you, Deku of all people, have to be right in the middle of that crap.” He talks through clenched teeth, and Izuku longs to soothe him, but there’s nothing he can say to fix the situation. “All those who fell against that fucking maniac and now you have to-” Kacchan chokes up, and punches Izuku on the arm. “Whatever, there's nothing I can do for those nobodies that came before you, but you have an advantage over them.”

“What’s that?” He whispers in a small voice, not believing he is having this conversation in bed with his childhood friend.

“You have me,” Kacchan utters, and Izuku feels like he hit him with an explosion, sweeping his feet from under him. “Just let me set something straight, Deku, I’m not going to be your fucking sidekick, you hear me? You watch my back and I watch yours. I don’t trust anyone to keep up with you.”

I don’t trust anyone else to protect you.

“Kacchan-”

“You deal with this crap once and for fucking all, Deku, and we come up on top.” Kacchan declares, Izuku can hear the smirk in his words, and he has to smile back. “I don’t settle for anything but the best, and taking down fucking evil incarnated, I’m in, Deku, I’m all in.” He disentangles them, leaning back with a vulnerable expression, and offers his hand for Izuku to clasp. “What do you say?”

Izuku wants to say no, push him away from danger and lock him somewhere where he is going to be safe, but he knows Kacchan. He is determined, stubborn to a fault, and braver than anyone he has met. If he sets his mind on protecting Izuku, nothing is going to stop Kacchan, not even him.

That’s why Izuku loves him like he does.

In this space, with just the two of them, Izuku can be honest with himself: He is scared, and he has been for a while.

Scared of not living up to All Might’s hopes.

Scared of never mastering this power.

Scared of letting down all the people that gave up their lives to take down All For One.

Scared of being the wrong choice.

At the end of the day, Midoriya Izuku is terrified of not being enough.

In the midst of all the fear and doubt, he sees Kacchan; the person Izuku admires the most, the hero he has chased since he was four years old, and the driving force behind his progress. Kacchan, who knows all of him, and understands him because he sees Izuku for who he is, all the good and bad parts.

His Kacchan, who is now offering to help him and ease his burden, risking his dream, his precious life in the process, to stay close to Izuku and protect him.

A part of him, the one that imitates All Might, is screaming at him that he has to reject the support, to do it on his own. He should hold the weight of the legacy by himself. However, the other part of him, the one that believes Kacchan is what victory looks like, tells him he isn’t All Might and he doesn’t have to be.

He is Midoriya Izuku, and he is allowed to live his life and fight his battles on his terms, just as Kacchan does.

He clasps his hand, and Kacchan smiles, without a trace of mockery or anger, just plain happiness and relief lifting the corners of his mouth. Izuku hasn't seen him smile like that in years, and he needs to say something. He means to say yes to his offer, maybe thank him, but what comes out instead is:

“I love you.”

The punched out gasp that Kacchan lets out shocks Izuku more than his confession does. He can’t believe the words he has hidden for so long in his heart escaped that easily. More shocking is the fact that he doesn’t want to take it back. Even if he is scared of many things, Kacchan isn’t one of them. Yes, Kacchan frustrates him, he worries him, and makes him nervous, but Izuku is not scared of him, never has been. He can die any day now, any of them can, and he is done with silencing his feelings.

Kacchan is not screaming or scowling, neither he is leaping out of the bed and running away from him, so Izuku would say he is mostly stunned, although he doesn’t see why. His feelings for him are a key part of the person he is. Izuku admires him, cares for him.

Izuku loves him.

“Do you mean it?” The question seems to pain him. He hasn’t released his hand.

“Yes, Kacchan.” Izuku is not hiding it, not anymore.

“After everything?”

The words strike his heart and cut deeply. Izuku doesn’t hold any grudge or resentment, and he can’t tolerate the idea of Kacchan thinking he can feel something for him despite their past.

“Because of everything, Kacchan,” Izuku replies, touching their joined hands with his forehead, shying from the red eyes. “The past doesn’t disappear, but that’s not our present, and definitely not our future.” He takes a deep breath to calm his heart. “You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t say it to get an answer.”

“Deku, you can do so much better,” Kacchan says, bluntly.

Izuku doesn't let the obvious rejection deter him from speaking with the truth.

“I don’t see how,” he stares at him, mustering a wonky smile. “You are you, Kacchan; you’re brave, honest, loyal, brilliant, and hardworking.” The words spill without filter, and he drinks the sight of his pale skin blushing. “It’s not about doing better, just who I choose, because when it comes down to it, I chose you a long time ago, Kacchan.”

Kacchan tips his head up, the blond strands cloaking his eyes. Izuku refuses to regret coming clean about his feelings, but as the silence grows between them, he starts to fidget. Little by little, he realizes the true weight of his confession, and the bridges he might be burning.

“This doesn’t have to change anything, Kacchan.”

“It changes everything, Deku,” he replies, not missing a beat.

Izuku curses his luck; it was just like him to confess his love right when Kacchan finally came back to him, something Izuku hadn’t dreamt in his wildest dreams. Dealing with these feelings much longer, when they are so powerful and consuming is not possible. Still, he should have tried, for the sake of their friendship.

A callous finger touches his chin, breaking his spiral of thoughts, and lifts his face. The fiery eyes are wide and defenseless, embers instead of the wild inferno Izuku expected.

The first touch of chapped lips is an awakening, and his first kiss is over before he can finish tasting it.

Kacchan leans back, and for the second time in his life, Izuku’s mind goes blank and his body moves on its own, chasing after him. Their second kiss is messy, they don’t have any experience, but Izuku is lost to it. He tries to commit to memory every brush of their lips and ragged gasps, how soft is his blond hair, and the feeling of fingers sinking in his curls, guiding the kiss.

They break apart, but stay close.

"You didn’t have to do that, Kacchan,” he says against his mouth.

“I never do shit I don’t want to do, Deku.”

Izuku grabs him again, bunching up his t-shirt, so full of love that he fears he is going to float away if he doesn’t get a firm grip.

“Deku, I-“ his voice quivers and Izuku kisses him again, softly and reassuringly.

“It’s okay, Kacchan, you don’t have to say anything yet.” Izuku told him because he wanted him to know, but he has had years to come to terms with it. He’s not expecting Kacchan to figure everything out right now.

“You better stick around after that, you damn nerd,” he touches their foreheads together. “Or take me with you. Two options, I’m magnanimous like that.”

Izuku giggles, the sound so foreign after the past weeks.

“Okay, Kacchan, for that I’ll stick around.”

“Or you’ll take me with you.”

Izuku is still terrified of anything happening to him, but he trusts him the most.

“I’ll stick around or take you with me,” he promises, and Kacchan nods satisfied, wrapping Izuku in his arms and hugging him closer. “I thought you said I stink.”

“You fucking do,” Kacchan says immediately. “When I think about this, the first thing that is going to pop into my mind is that my first kiss smelled like a wet dog.”

Izuku laughs until he cries, and Kacchan joins him.

At one point, his back is to Kacchan, and he’s playing with his hands. Izuku’s so relaxed his eyes are drifting close, sleep taking over.

“Hey, Deku,”

“Yes, Kacchan?” he says drowsily.

“You have magnificent taste.”

Izuku snorts, pulling his arm tighter around him.

“I’m going to sleep now,” he murmurs, and he jumps when Kacchan buries his face on the crook of his neck. “Wake me up if something happens.”

“You can trust me, Deku, nobody is going to pass through me.”

Izuku believes him with his entire heart, but he still chooses to only think and not say what crosses his mind before falling asleep in his arms:

I would die before letting anything happen to you.