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chrisbesitos · 21 days ago

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꩜ warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol and drugs, cursing, sickness, fluff.

꩜ synopsis: after three weeks, ballerina!reader and dealer!chris finally sees each other again, but now chris needs to do everything right, or else he'll lose you forever.

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It's been three weeks since Chris tells you that you were ashamed of him, since you screamed with him and threw the bouquet on his face. It's been three weeks you're crying in your room, because you miss him, even though in front of everyone you pretend you're okay, when you're not. It's hard to not cry when your favorite plushie was gifted by him, or how his scent totally missed from your bathroom. Your clothes don't smell like Chris anymore, only an old hoodie you kept and not washed since you break your nonexistent relationship. Even though you blame him for not asking you to be his girlfriend, you feel guilty for being ashamed of him.

You know you should've confronted your mother and said that you and Chris were together. You ruined everything, you should be brave, not a coward.

After three weeks without going out, only for classes, your friends finally convinced you to hang out with them. Lena said that you have to keep going, even though that means being without Chris. She helped you to choose a cute dress, do a nice makeup and forced you to wear high heels, even though you hated it, always makes your feet hurt. The party was filled with unknown faces, the music was kinda annoying your ears and when your friend handed you a red cup with a red drink, you remembered you just drink when Chris' around. He's not with you now, but you still feel the ghost of him.

Sitting on the couch, your fingers tugging the dress hem down, feeling uncomfortable by the size, it was Lena's dress. You mumble something to your friend, he's your dance partner and was talking about the next performance you'll have, but you weren't paying attention. He lazily embraces your shoulders, trying to catch your attention, you give him a small smile and then your eyes catch his figure.

He wasn't wearing his black clothes, like he usually does. He was wearing a blue polo shirt, his cap backwards, the lazy smile on his lips as he walked inside the house. His arm around a girl's waist, your stomach churn in discomfort, you bite your lower lip feeling a wave of jealousy fill your chest.

Who's this bitch? Why he's holding her waist?

You couldn't help it, your eyebrows frowned showing your visible anger, you stared at the cup in your hand and in a second turned the drink down your throat. Chris' eyes meet yours, he watches you clean a droplet dripping down in the corner of your mouth. His jaw clenched when he saw your dance partner arm around your shoulders, he leans his head to the left as he gave you an angry smile, he holds the girl's waist harder. You take a sharp breath and smash the red cup around your hands.

"Jeez, Y/N." Lena says, chuckling as your evident anger. She turns her head to the right and sees Chris, now knowing why you're irritated. She leans her body and touches you tight, catching your attention. "Forget about him, we're not here for this, remember?"

"Yeah, whatever. I don't care about him anymore." You lie. You clearly care about him and see him with another girl breaks your heart, you feel your eyes getting glassy and your nose burns. "I'm going to get another drink." You lift from the couch, walking towards the kitchen.

You throw the smashed cup in the trash, take another one and fill it with the red drink. You swallow at once, putting your hand behind your chin to clean the droplets, you were about to fill the red cup again when a hand grabbed your wrist. The silver bracelet on the wrist and the familiar scent.

"Get your hands off me." You mumble, showing your anger and jealousy. Chris laughs sarcastically, he leans his head and puts his mouth close to your ear, close enough to you hear his breath.

"Drop that fuckin' attitude." He whispers. Chris turns your body by your wrist, your eyes burning in fire staring at his. His other hand is grabbing your waist, pressing his fingertips on your skin covered by the black dress. You would've resisted his touch if you weren't mad at him, but you are and you're not together anymore.

"Go fuck the girl you were holding and forget me." You say, pushing his chest and walking away from him. Chris punches the table, the noise making some people look at him, he sighs with his nose scrunched and walks back to his group of friends.

He wasn't with the girl he was holding the waist, actually she's just a childhood friend of him and his brothers and she's hundred percent not into guys, since she's a lesbian. But you didn't know, you feel the jealousy burn in your chest, wanting to punch the girl's face. You walk back to the couch, sitting in the middle of Lena and Adrien, your dance partner, they didn't ask what's the problem, not even when you grabbed Adrien's cup from his hand. They just let you forget all your problems for a night.

You can feel your head dizzy, your eyes look foggy, but you don't care. You giggling like crazy over something a random guy said, but you didn't even know what he was saying, because you're too drunk to pay attention. Unlike you, Chris didn't put even a drop of alcohol in his mouth, he watched you the whole night like a hunter watches his prey. Paying attention to every move you did, like when you almost fell and your new boyfriend — he thought — held you by the waist, you hugged him. This makes Chris' blood boil, but he didn't do anything, because he was waiting for the moment you'll need him, because he knew you would need.

Chris didn't want to go to this party, not because he doesn't like the host, but because he wasn't in the mood. But when Matt told him you would be there, he changed his mind. A couple of days ago, he had a conversation with Matt, he helped Chris to realize his feelings for you.

[ flashback ]

"What's wrong with ya'?" Matt asks, grabbing a drink from the fridge. Chris shakes his shoulders, busy watching a movie on the TV. He's been watching movies and locked in his room for weeks, Matt was tired of watching his brother suffering because of a relationship.

Even though Chris didn't say anything about breaking up with you, Matt knew something was off, because it's been three weeks since the last time he saw you in their house. The last time, you and Chris were making out in the kitchen. Even if he hates it when you do that, he still doesn't want to see Chris like this.

"Where's Y/N? It's been years since the last time I saw her." Matt says again, walking towards the couch. Chris glances at him, huffing and rolling his eyes.

"I don't fuckin' know, leave me alone." He snaps, looking at Matt with his eyebrows frowned in anger. Matt throws his hand, taking a deep breath next.

"Did you break up?" He asks, sipping his soda and staring at Chris. He looks at Matt, thinking about leaving the living room, but he just sighs and slowly nods with his head. "I saw the bouquet in the trash."

"She threw on me." Chris says, crossing his arms on his chest as Matt nods with his head, leaning his body to rest the soda can on the coffee table and grabbing the wallet above them. "I went to see her dance, ya' know? But when we were leaving her mother appeared and she saw I was a friend of her, do ya' believe it? I defended her from her stupid mother and all I received was being called a friend." He takes a sharp breath, his eyes burning wanting to cry. Actually, he didn't even know why he wanted to cry. "In the car she got mad at me, said that I never asked her, so she wasn't wrong, damn."

"Wait, you're telling me that you got mad at her because she called you a friend, but you didn't even ask her out?" Matt asks, trying to understand the whole story, but Chris catches his sarcastic tone. He shakes his head in disbelief as he lights the joint on his lips, he takes a hit and a cloud of smoke goes out of his mouth as he says. "She wasn't wrong as much as you think she wasn't, you clearly were just friends with benefits."

"I can't believe that shit, Matt." Chris says, throwing his hands on his lap. Matt giggles letting out a bit of smoke, Chris grabs the joint from his lips and takes a hint.

"Yeah, actually friends with benefits don't have feelings for each other. You're just an idiot."

Feelings. Feelings? Chris never thought of this possibility, because he never thought he would be in love with someone, even though this someone was you. A strange feeling fills his chest, thinking about the moments he spent together with you, all of the deals you went with him, the night you spent together, everything. Since Chris met you, all he wanted was you, he literally blocked all the girls he usually had sex, because you were special. You deserve more than sex, you deserve everything and he ruined everything.

"So you're gonna stay here acting like a stupid or you gonna do anything to fix the things with her?"

"I don't know what to do, actually." Chris assumes. Matt shakes his head.

"Well, she'll be at a party tomorrow night, at Henry's house. I know you hate him, but is your chance to do something." Chris rolls his eyes, he hates Henry, but he can hold it for you, but just for a night. If he sees him again, he'll punch his face for the day he tries to flirt with you. Chris nods, accepting going to the party with his friends, just for you.

"How do you know all that shit? You must've a secret girlfriend." Chris teases, grabbing the joint from his hand again.

"I'm just smarter than you, Chris." Matt says, Chris smacked his shoulder. "And I don't have a secret girlfriend, because I know how friends with benefits work."

[ end of the flashback ]

So, Chris now knows his feelings for you and wants desperately to fix the things with you, but you apparently already find it a new one. He's jealous, of course he's, because his look speaks more than words. Matt offers him a joint, he's doing the deals tonight, since Chris is busy watching you, but he denies. He wants to stay sober, like this he could keep taking care of you, because he didn't trust anyone in this party. He knows he'll not fix anything with you in that drunk state, but at least he wants to know everything is okay, because he cares about you too much to leave you alone somewhere, even though you were with your friends, he's the only one who can keep you safe.

"Shit, doll." Chris mumbles when he sees you lift from the couch and stumble until the bathroom hallway, your friends run to you, but Chris stops them. "I'll take care of her, you did enough for tonight." He says, stepping up his walk to the bathroom.

The door was unlocked, he quickly stepped in and closed the door again. He lowered behind your back, caressing your back and tugging your hair from your face as you put your guts out. Chris sighs, he knows this would happen, you can't drink that much and your stupid friends didn't stop you.

"Get out." You mumble, breathing hard. Chris didn't answer, he just keeps caressing your back until you feel better.

"You good?" He puts his hands on your forehead, lifting your head and pulling you next to his body.

"Mhm." You hum, cleaning your mouth with the back of your hand. You let Chris lay your body against his, you rest your head on his chest, taking deep breaths as he massages your scalp with his fingertips. "I'm gonna find my friends." You say, trying to lift from the ground, but your legs look like noodles, Chris stops you.

"You're not going anywhere in that state, you're going home with me." Chris demands, lifting from the ground and then holds you under your armpits. You're so stubborn, but he's stronger than this.

"Why are you doing this with me? Treating me like I'm a baby!" You huff, resting your hands on the sink, when you almost lose the balance. Chris sighs, he flushes the toilet and asks you to watch your mouth. You did it and he holds you by the waist, in case you lose the balance again. "I'm not going home, you're not my boyfriend."

"I might not, but I still know you, so I'm gonna take care of your drunk ass." He snaps, but regrets when your lower lip turns into a pouty. You look so cute pounding, he almost smiles. "You're going to make this easy for you or I have to carry you to the car?" He asks, you cross your arms against your chest staring at him. "Fine, you choose this."

He grabs your waist and lifts you from the ground, putting his arm under your thighs. You try to fight against him, but you're weaker than him sober, in a drunk state is even worse. Chris walks out of the bathroom, carrying you until his group of friends, looking for Matt. He smiles when he sees you together, but they disappear when he sees you look kinda angry.

"Hey, can I leave with the car?" Chris asks, ignoring you mumbling curses to him. Matt just nods and gives him the car keys, he can leave later with Nate. "Tell her friends she's fine."

"I'm not leaving." You mumble. You give up the fight against Chris, just accept the fact he'll not let you stay in the party.

"You already are, doll." Chris says, laughing.

He walks towards the car, he opens the door for you and gently puts you inside, helping with the belt. When he was walking around the car to get on the driver seat, you start to remember the night of the fight. How upset you feel — and still feeling —, the way you screamed at Chris and threw the flowers on him. The flowers were so beautiful and you just threw them on his face. Suddenly, you feel the urge to cry, the car in silence again making it worse.

"What did you. . . Oh, doll, why are you crying?" Chris asks when he hears your sobs, at first he thought you were trying to say something. He sighs, stopping at the red lights, he turns to you and cleans the tears on your cheeks. "No, no. Don't cry like this, there's no reason."

"I didn't mean to throw the flowers on you, I love that bouquet. They smelled so good and it was so beautiful." You sob, looking like someone has turned the faucet of your eyes on. The tears falling one after another, dripping from your chin. Chris coos, giving you a sad smile, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"It's okay, babydoll. I'll buy you a new bouquet." Chris says. You take a sharp breath, slowly nodding, cleaning your tears with the back of your hand, but still hiccuping.

"Stop crying now, you're gonna gag."

Your hiccups already stopped when you got home, Chris parked the car and jumped out. He helps you to get out of the car and carry you to the door, Lena is with your purse at the party, but fortunately Chris still has his keys. Chris walks towards the kitchen, putting you on the balcony, he looks for a glass in the cabinet, putting cold water for you. You drink the whole water and give the glass to Chris, mumbling a 'thank you'. He carries you to your room, you're not complaining about anything anymore, actually you snuggle on Chris' chest, slowly falling asleep.

He changes your clothes, even though you are kinda sweaty, doesn't feel right to give you a shower in the state you are in and not resolved yet. Chris just puts on you one of your cute and fluff pajamas and cleans the makeup on your face, like he always does. You smile lazily at Chris, he kisses your forehead, climbing out of the bed to throw the dirty cotton in the trash. He walks back to cover you and say goodnight, but you stare at him with a little pouty on your lip.

"What's wrong, hm? You feeling sick again?" Chris asks as he pats your hair. You shake your head, shifting to the right. "You want me to sleep with you? No, doll, not tonight."

"Just stay with me until I sleep, please." You always convince Chris with a pouty. He nods and slowly climbs on the bed, putting himself under the blanket, he massages your scalp to help you feel drowsy, more than you always are feeling. "I want to say sorry." You whisper.

"We talk by the morning, doll. Just sleep, I'm not going anywhere." He keeps massaging your hair, you just nod and slowly close your eyes, quickly falling asleep. Chris stayed with you for only an hour, when he was sure you wouldn't wake up, he moved towards the couch to sleep there.

He keeps awake for another hour, wondering about you. He's scared, what if you don't want him again and knock you out? Or you throw something worse than flowers on his face? He just wants to fix everything with you and finally ask you out, he's not the best romantic, but he'll do the best for you. He falls asleep at some point, on the couch you used to watch movies, make out and. . . Well, whatever.

You wake up with a terrible headache, at least you're on your own bed. Your stomach groans when you smell the scent of food, you frown your eyebrows wanting to know who's cooking. When you climb out of the bed, your feet are covered with socks, you stretch your hair as you walk downstairs, the smell gets more delicious, your mouth is already watering. To your surprise, when you got in the kitchen, the table had pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, you don't like it, just Chris.

Chris was putting boiling water on two mugs, you smell your favorite tea. A smile grows on your lips, you wait for him to turn around and see you. He almost scared himself when he turns and sees you standing there with your eyes puffy and your hair messed.

"I made breakfast." He says, smiling and showing the mugs with tea. You lift your eyebrows, Chris doesn't know how to cook, you look at the balcony and see the delivery bags, you giggle. "Okay, I bought breakfast, but I made tea."

"Thank you, I appreciate it." You say, walking forward the chair, Chris puts your mug on the table near you. You frown your eyebrows in confusion when he puts his mug down and walks to the laundry, he returns with a big bouquet of roses with a little piece of paper, a letter. "Oh, Chris. Thank you, you didn't have to."

"I told you I would buy you flowers." He walks until you, giving you the bouquet. You grab it, holding it next to your nose to smell the scent, Chris kneels down, waiting for you to read his letter. You pick the paper smiling. "Doll, I'm really sorry, I never meant to say what I said. You're the one that I want. With love, Chris." You read.

"So, do you forgive me?* Chris asks, rubbing your thigh, staring at you with puppy eyes. You never saw him look at you like this before, you find it so cute.

"You don't even have to ask!" You say. Chris lifts from the ground and holds your chin, pressing your lips together. You missed his touch so much and Chris missed you too, he was about to fall sick without you. "Wait, I'm sorry for throwing the flowers on you and for not telling my mom we were together."

"You weren't wrong, I never asked you to be my girlfriend, but now I'm gonna bring you on a date and ask you out, like you deserve." He brushes his finger on your cheek, you lean your head on his hand, your heart melting for the way you feel next to Chris. "Don't worry about that anymore, babydoll."

"I adore you, Chris." You say, staring at his blue eyes, your heart beating faster on your chest, your hands sweating and your lips leaned in a big smile.

"I adore you too much, doll." He kisses your lips, his chin brushing against the flowers, he chuckles against your lips. "Damn, I missed you so much."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm not easy to forget." You tease, giving a peck on Chris lips. He rolls his eyes, but you're not wrong. You're so hard to forget. "Chris." You whine. "I'm starving!"

"Fine, let's eat before you get fussy." He says and grabs the bouquet from your hand to put on a glass later.

You eat together, Chris spends the whole day taking care of your hangover. He never felt so happy, for a guy who never expected to fall in love with someone, you completely changed his mind. All he wants is you and no one more in the world, he wants you to be his girlfriend. You really adore him, actually your feelings are slowly turning in more than only adore, Chris was the only guy who ever made you feel passionate, the only one who treats you well. For a girl who never expected to fall in love with a dealer, Chris completely changed your mind.

꩜ chérie's notes: hi, my pookies! finally part 2, hope you like it! tell me if you want more <3

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sweetnans · 6 months ago

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I'm Still Your Boy

Pairing: f.reader/bakugo katsuki. tw: mention of break up, mention of violence but not described because bakugo isn't a bad boy, soft and persistent bakugo. a/n: a three part sequence between you and this boy who's sorry about letting you go.

You've been gone for a year. Bakugo tried to stay focused on his career and succeeded. He was the number one hero, after all. But you, you never left his mind.

He knows that he made a mistake. He scared the shit out of you the last time he saw you when you decided that the best for the both of you was leaving. And you did.

You made a career in another country, live the life that you never had the chance to live because of him. You were his best friend since you were kids, and then with the hormones, the changes, and the lack of reasoning, you became his girlfriend and that lasted for a few years, stealing all of your firsts.

You didn't blame him at all for taking away all the things that you loved because he was above them. And you didn't mind at all. He started his hero career after UA, trying in agencies, and after a couple of them, he made his own. You were happy for him. You wanted him to find the things that passionate him. But in the process, you lost yourself.

It happened one night, he was exhausted and the two of you started a fight. You said things that you regretted right after, and he became violent, not at you, but at everything that you made together. He had anger issues when you met him, but he never showed them when he was with you. That night, he was tired, and you were emotionally unstable because you had realized days prior that you were stuck and you didn't want your life to be someone's ornament.

So you left him and didn't look back.

Until today.

He knew from the moment that you gave your friends in common the news of you getting back to the landing of your plane. Kirishima wasn't so subtle when he was excited, and neither was Mina. They missed you too.

He has been pacing all day in his office thinking what he could do and how he could approach you without being so flagrant about it. He just needed to grow a pair and make a decision fast. He wanted you back, but he knew that it wouldn't be that easy. He knew that he fucked everything up, but never did anything to compensate his mistakes. He never called.

He, in fact, made a reckless decision that led him to the frontis of your house on a rainy night. The light on the first floor was lit, and he could see the shape of your figure through the blinds.

He could knock and sink in the ground when he sees you again.

You were in your kitchen, rearranging the food in the fridge that you bought earlier that day. You've made the cleaning and your laundry, so you were almost done for the day. The only task lingering in your list was putting the food in the fridge and in the pantry. You also bought some fast food to gain time. Once you were done, you'll go upstairs, cast some netflix, and enjoy it while eating french fries and a huge burger.

You were delusional. You didn't know what was coming.

A noise at the door startled you, making you drop the grapes in the kitchen counter. You could feel the presence of someone else in the house but when you turned around you didn't expect to be him.

"Bakugo," you said, looking at him half disconcerted and half scared.

Not by him, only by the fact that he was inside your house.

"Jeez, still hurts when you call me like that," he tried to dismiss the hurt in his voice by laughing a little. A sad laugh.

"How did you-"

You wanted to know a lot of things. How and why mostly.

"I taught you better than hide your spare key under the mat"

Yeah, that one was totally on you.

"I'll leave it in the flower pot next time." You tried to joke, but the atmosphere wasn't giving.

"And I taught you better than to eat that crap," he said, glancing at your food.

You tried to look offended, but he was right. The truth was that you never got the need to learn how to cook because he did the job just fine, and when he made up his mind about teaching you one thing or two about cooking, you were just used to his food so you never tried to even lit up the stove. When you left, you thanked Bakugo in your mind for teaching you how to cook, but it was a painful thing to do every day. You missed the bastard and hated him for getting you so used to him.

"It's late, what are you doing here?" You said grabbing your kitchen table to feel stable in your feet.

You thought about this moment. A thousand times, but you never imagined to be living it actually.

"I-" he stuttered. It wasn't easy for him either. "I wanted to see you"

"You better have an excuse better than that. You are dripping all over my floor, and I just moped it"

He looked at his boots. You were right. The rain was heavy outside, and he thought about knocking for about thirty minutes before he came with the great idea to home invade you.

"You're right," he said, determined to end his suffer and lift the permanent rock off his chest. "I missed you a lot. I was a fucking douchebag with you before you left. I know that you have made up your mind, but I made it worse. You could've left with me, I should have supported you like you did with me when I started this, " he pointed at his suit. "I was a shitty excuse of a boyfriend when you were everything to me" he sighed. His eyes started to get glossy before he noticed, yours as well.

You dreamed for the firsts months when you were outside the country that Bakugo would show up at your apartment and tell you that he fucked up and how much he missed having you around. You wanted this to happen, but right now, you could feel the turmoil in your head. You didn't know if him saying sorry after a year would change anything.

"I can't go back to what I made you feel, and I know that I fucked everything that we had, including our friendship, but I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure that you are what I want and that I can make things right again, after all this time" he said after a long silence filled with your sobs.

Your silence made him uncomfortable. In a way that he, for the first time, felt scared. Scared of losing you forever.

"I-" you grabbed your head with your hands while he made his way to you, crossing the kitchen and closing the distance to put one of his fingers under your chin.

You lifted your head to look at him. Everything was happening in those crimson eyes. Every emotion, sadness, fear, expectation, and the most important of all, hope.

"I can't be without you," He needed you. He needed to be yours.

You weren't sure. You were scared, too. You didn't want to get hurt again.

You grabbed his hand, joining his fingers with yours. And made your decision.

"I'm sorry"

He felt his heart sink. It was a possibility, but in his mind, you've missed him the same that he missed you.

He wasn't a man that would accept a no from anyone, but with you, it was different. He told you everything that he needed to tell you, he exposed his heart to you and he was convinced that everything he was feeling, you felt it too.

It wasn't a rotund, no.

That night, after he discarded his damp clothes and laid in bed looking at the ceiling, he remembered the first time that he knew that he had feelings for you. He gave you a shitty speech about his feelings. He was only seventeen, and he was rough, didn't have any tact to tell people mundane things, much less speaking about his feelings. He remembered your face, pretty disconcerted at the beginning, but in the end, you were trying to contain your tears from falling. That time, he didn't tease you for crying. He remembered what cracked you up, the last part of his speech of how much he wanted to be with you.

"Brat, I know nothing about love, but I better be yours."

Part 2

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castielsprostate · 11 months ago

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🚘impala1967 FOLLOW

I truly think people people should just get paid to live a living wage without having to work themselves to death but that's cOnTrOvErsIaL

😈kingofphatass FOLLOW

arent you the guy that fucked his car??

🚘impala1967 FOLLOW

Omg that was litrally MONTHS ago!!!!! Let it go already, jeez!

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#why is the king of hell's pornblog on my post anywayy omg shoo #i litrally have a DNI in my bio

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Passed the bar! 📄🖋️ On my way to become a lawyer 💼👨‍💼 (for real this time)

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#so proud of myself #education #stanford #stanfordlawyer #officialdegree #someonepayoffmystudentloans

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wishing you were here...

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talk to me babygirl

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a black angus 200 grams grill smashed deluxe, farmed in north west-virginia

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#identified meat #meat identified 17391 #tw food

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dating is hard with your ex wife being resurrected for the third time. i keep running into her on my grindr dates. #awkward

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Stop blaming me for things I have no control over! That red tie looked ugly on you btw.

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gross 🤢

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#why can't my parents we normalllll #they already fucked up my childhood let me have my adulthood

🧛benwiththefang FOLLOW

a local werewolf pissed on my lawn. AGAIN.

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Well maybe if you stopped spraying your vamp hormones everywhere, local wws wouldn't feel so threatened! There's kids living here!

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blocked and reported.

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#can't stand these beasts on my post #dni werewolfs

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idk i think i need to fuck that man some more...

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alwaysmoncheri · 9 months ago

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summary: you and spencer spend a night together—watching scary movies and sharing kisses

cw: female!reader, established relationship, kissing, fluff, cheesy writing, sexual innuendos, mentions of blood and gore, 871, spencer reid x reader

the room pulsates with the eerie glow of the tv screen, casting elongated shadows that seem to sway with the suspenseful music. the air crackles with tension and anticipation as the horror movie unfolds, each gruesome scene capturing your attention and eliciting gasps from the figure beside you.

"jeez, why is this movie so gory?" spencer, still reeling from the last shock, mumbles. he instinctively curls up under your shared blanket, seeking refuge in the crook of your side. as another character meets a grisly fate on-screen, blood spraying across the tv, Spencer flinches and pulls the blanket up to his face, inadvertently pressing even closer to you.

you can’t help but smile at his reaction, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. your fingers continue to run through his soft hair as you playfully remark, "spence, honey, you do realize this is better than what we see at work, right?"

"it's different watching it on a screen, okay?" spencer replies, peeking out from behind the blanket, his eyes wide with a mix of horror and curiosity.

"do you want me to turn it off?" you tease, a playful glint in your eyes.

"no, no, I'm fine," spencer insists, though the tension in his shoulders betrays his unease.

"are you sure?" you continue to tease, lifting an eyebrow. "I think you're looking a bit pale."

"and I think you're enjoying this a little too much," spencer shoots back, a mock glare in his eyes.

"can you blame me?" you grin, gently ruffling his hair and giving him a quick kiss on his cheek. "You're so cute when you're scared."

spencer groans, throwing him head back against the couch with exasperation, but there is a playful twinkle in his eyes. "but i'm supposed to be the one to protect you. i'm supposed to put my arm around you. that was the whole point of watching a horror movie." spencer explains with defeat in his tone.

spencer had eagerly anticipated a night spent with you nestled in his arms; it was his turn to offer you the comfort and security you deserve. he wasn't voicing any complaints, for he cherishes every moment spent with you, but tonight he wanted to be the one to provide solace. knowing the hardships you had faced growing up in an abusive household, spencer believes you deserve someone who can envelop you in comforting arms during tough times, someone who can be there when you need it the most. and he is determined to be that person for you.

"clearly that backfired," you reply with a playful smirk, earning a defeated frown and watery eyes from spencer. your teasing words linger in the air, but as you notice the vulnerability behind spencer's eyes, your own softened. it becomes apparent how much this act meant to him, the significance of reversing roles and offering you the warmth and protection you deserve.

a tender smile plays on your lips as you gently place a hand on spencer's cheek, your touch conveying unspoken gratitude and understanding.

as you lean in, your lips press softly against his forehead, and spencer's eyes close, savoring the tender connection between you, “spence, you don't have to protect me," you reassure him, tracing circles on his back with your fingertips. "it can be a mutual protection."

“okay.” spencer responds in a hopeful tone before the movie on the screen in completely ignored and spencer sits up only to lean is head down for a soft kiss.

his lips are so soft, his kiss is so sweet, and when his fingers gaze the edge of your shirt, gently brushing your exposed skin, you gasp and spencer smiles. you feel the genius’ cheeky grin against your lips and you can’t help but want to kiss it away.

"besides, you're my boyfriend.” you mumble against spencer’s lips, “you can have your arm around me no matter what movie we're watching," you add, leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“yeah?” spencer responds with growing confidence, and you hum in response before your lips are back on his.

just as spencer leans you back against the couch, the door swings open, and in walks derek morgan, sporting a wide grin and carrying a bucket of popcorn like he is about to enjoy a blockbuster movie. “forgot you had company?” derek smirks, realizing what was happening before he walked into the room. you and spencer’s faces flush as you situate yourselves back into presentable positions and morgan chuckles as he sits himself on a chair next to the two of you.

the movie continues and spencer’s arm falls across you shoulders, rubbing small circles across your shoulder blade and back.

"next time we're not inviting morgan over," spencer mutters under his breath, making you giggle.

"oh, shush," you whisper back, playfully nudging him. morgan, catching the mention of his name, turns towards the two of you with a questioning glance. spencer flashes a sweet smile, and you send a thumbs up his way.

"maybe you should go over there and put your arm around him," you suggest, amused.

"absolutely not.”

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luvjunie · 1 year ago

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— Unforgettable ( 1 )

part one • part two • part three • part four

pairing: e-1610!miles morales x fem!reader

contains: miles rizzing you up after knowing you for two seconds, a beef patty changing the entire course of trajectory for your life. nothing too major

summary: a bump in with a certain boy at the bodega threatens to ruin your previously perfect afternoon until he offers to fix it. you assumed things would end there, and then you ran into him again. wc: 1,634

a/n: this was originally going to be one long fic but i decided to split it up, and i’m estimating around four, maybe five chapters in total. also, chapter one is cute but i thought i should let y’all know that two of them will contain some angst/conflict! this is the first series i’ve ever written so it won’t be the best, and i’m still deciding if i like how i mapped out the rest of the story so please bear with me if updates are a tad irregular 😅

To think, a damn beef patty is what started it all.

A beef patty that had tumbled out of your hands, down the sweater you’d just taken to the laundromat— your favorite one, at that— and onto the dirty bodega floor when a hard surface came in contact with you on your way to leave.

“Oh shit—“

“Jeez, what the hell man!”

You lunch gone and your good mood with it, your head lifted a great distance from the murder scene at your feet to meet the apologetic face of who had committed this unjust crime against your rumbling stomach.

“I am so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going…” The boy in front of you murmured sheepishly, palm dragging at the back of his neck.

Lips pursed, your forefinger and thumb pinched at the bridge of your nose as you willed yourself to refrain from cursing him out. New york already had enough of that, you decided as he continued apologizing.

“It’s my fault. I bumped into you, it’s fine.” you grumbled curtly, clearly irked. Shifting the blame onto yourself was your best attempt at keeping your anger at bay. The last thing you wanted to do was cut up in this nice man’s shop, especially not on a Sunday.

With a heavy sigh and a scratch to your brow, you crouched down and swiftly scooped the discarded meal off the floor with a napkin. Great, money down the drain.

“Let me buy you another one.” He said to the top of your green adidas beanie, palms pushed together to accompany his plea.

“No need.”

“I really wanna buy you another one.”

You shot up and tossed the remnants into the trash, your frustration evident in how much forced you used. “Dude, it’s—“

“I’m buying you another one.” he insisted, chin raising when he hollered at the clerk. “Yo, Lenny, lemme get another beef patty, man.”

He shuffled past you before you could decline again, the man behind the counter already sliding a fresh one past the register after having witnessed the run in.

You stared at the back of this stranger, brows furrowed incredulously. He was nice, which was unusual for someone in this city, so your innate response was to be annoyed at his persistence. People were always bumping into you and ruining your day, but no one had ever offered to fix it before.

“That’s the last one I got for the day, Miles.” Lenny, the owner of the shop informed apologetically, his Jamaican accent heavy on his tongue. He knew the boy usually came into his store around this hour for one thing, and it was always for one of his beef patties.

“It’s cool, don’t sweat it.” Waving him off, Miles slapped the cash down onto the counter and snatched the pastry up.

“Here,” He turned to you just as you were brushing your hands off onto your dark-wash jeans, breath held with what he hoped would be a peace-offering, extended out to you. “I’m sorry, again.”

You looked up at him, then back down at the patty in his hand before you gently accepted it, the pads of your fingers lingering in his palm when you did so.

“Thank you,..” trailing off, you blinked up at him, a silent request for his name. He was tall, kind of lanky, and had the prettiest brown eyes you’d probably ever seen. They stared back at you, appearing puzzled before he put the pieces together.

“Oh!— Miles.” he answered with a warm smile, hands tucking into the pockets of his jacket. It was green, your favorite color.

“Thank you… Miles.” you returned his smile with a smaller one, something about it contagious.

Caught up in the way you said his name for a moment, it wasn’t until you were already halfway out the door when he realized you hadn’t told him yours.

“Wait! I didn’t get your—“ he called out to the air, the bell on the shop’s door a taunt of his failed attempt. “Name.” he murmured, shoulders falling with a sigh.

He felt eyes on him and turned to the side, lips smacking against his teeth in annoyance at who’s stare he’d caught.

“Don’t be mad at me, man. You gotta step ya game up.” Lenny threw his hands up in surrender and stifled a laugh, shaking his head at the boy.

Even though he had nothing to be smiling about when he exited the small store—seeing as he was out of five dollars and still hungry—Miles found himself walking home that day with a smile etched onto his face, a little pep in his step and something to keep his mind busy.

Nothing happened, that was obvious, but for some reason he felt like this wouldn’t be the last time he saw you.

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Exactly one thing was on your mind the next time you entered Lenny’s shop, and he already knew what it was before you’d opened your mouth to ask after approaching the register.

Well, maybe two things, but the second one wasn’t necessary to get into.

“Comin’ righ’tup, sweetheart.” He nodded at you.

“Thanks.” You smiled sweetly, idly tapping your hands against the counter during your short wait.

The white parchment paper cradling your all time favorite snack slid over to you a minute later. You paid quickly, your stomach rumbling just from smelling the savory treat.

Just as you went to turn around, you spotted that same boy who’d ran into you a week ago and nearly ruined your day. Miles, you remembered his name was, as you stuck an apprehensive hand out in front of you, patty pulled close to your chest and brows raised in warning.

“Chill,” He laughed, his hands shooting up in defense. “I’m out your way this time, promise.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, his playful demeanor rubbed off on you. “You better be.”

“Please don’t tell me you got the last one.” He pleaded with hopeful eyes, but wishful thinking never did much for him.

“She sure did.” Lenny called from behind the counter, eyeing Miles closely to see if he’d take the bone he threw. He then ticked his head to the side with a slightly widened stare, as if urging the disappointed boy to make a move.

“Woops.” Using your fingers, you ripped a piece off the patty and popped it into your mouth, shrugging as you brushed past Miles, who had just caught on to what the shop owner did for him.

With your back to him as you pushed the door open to outside, you missed the two fingered salute Miles shot towards the man as a thank you.

He followed after you, swiftly shouldering himself through the closing door and sliding outside, into step with you.

“Tell you what, I’ll give you my number for half of it.” He offered with a boyish grin, long legs able to keep up with ease.

You nearly choked, steps halting when you spun around to face him. What made him think you wanted his number? And maybe you did, because you definitely thought he was cute, but that was besides the point since he didn’t know that.

“Are you flirting with me?” you asked, and he perked up a bit.

“Depends. Is it working?”

You rolled your eyes. “How about my name first?”

He shrugged, leaning back against the side of the building a bit. “I kinda assumed that was a package deal, seeing as I’ll need something to save your contact under.”

Okay, you’ll admit it, that was smooth.

You put your hand on your hip, patty in the other with your head tilted in thought. “Somehow, I feel like this deal benefits you more than me.”

“That‘s possible.” Miles chuckled, and you can’t believe that’s all it took to convince you. How pretty he looked when he laughed. How good your name sounded rolling off his tongue when he’d repeated it back to stake it within his memory.

You quietly hummed to yourself, contemplating. You’d never accepted a guy’s advances this easily, and figured you’d test him in a way he’d most likely fail.

“Quick, what’s my favorite color?”

There was a pause.

“Green.”

Your jaw dropped. “What— How in the hell?” You gaped at him. “How did you know that?”

“You give away more than you know with your eyes.” He grinned. “Saw you eyeing my jacket last week, and you’re doing it again today. And your beanie, too.” With a raise of his eyes from yours, he pointed out the forest green hat pulled snug over your head and your hand mindlessly went to touch it. “But honestly, I was only like, seventy percent sure, so maybe you can call it a lucky guess.”

You quirked a brow. “Oh, so you think I’m checking you out now?”

“No, but I wouldn’t mind.”

Well, you’d managed to lose at your own game, fair and square. Holding his gaze for a minute, you had to restrain a smile from splitting through your calm and collected facade and shooed away the urge with a clearing of your throat.

“Phone.” You held your hand out, beckoning him for it.

Fetching it from his pants pocket, he did the same to you with his other hand, palm upwards. “Patty.”

Huffing in frustration, you awarded him the half he earned and snatched the device, ignoring the triumphant look on his face as you punched your digits in.

—

It was pitiful. It barely took anything for you to take interest in a guy in general— but even if your standards were ridiculously high, there was no doubt that Miles would have weasled his way into your thoughts regardless.

You’d checked your phone at least six times in the past hour in hopes of seeing a text, coming up with unconvincing excuses like checking the time, or the weather— all while blatantly pretending to be oblivious towards the possibility that a message from an unknown number might just be there, too.

And then it came.

[Unknown]: Best patty I’ve had in a while. Food always tastes better when it’s not yours :)

He had you on your stomach, features pulled into a hopeful smile with your legs fluttering in the air off one message. You’d remind yourself to get a grip in due time.

Who’s this?

You knew damn well who it was. But you wouldn’t be who you were if you didn’t play hard to get.

[Unknown]: Damn, you forgot about me that quickly?

You clicked the info button in the top right corner of your phone and saved him as a contact before you replied.

Maybe. Remind me of your name again? Micah, right?

[Miles]: Okay, now that’s just hurtful. I do not look like a Micah!

You laughed to yourself at that, flopping onto your back as you typed a response. In the back of your mind you wondered if things would progress any further than this conversation.

But if only you could’ve time travelled and spoken to your future self, because she would’ve told you that forgetting about a boy like Miles Morales, or trying to, would be impossible.

tags: @cctoma

#junie’s works ᥫ᭡#across the spiderverse fanfiction #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales x fem!reader #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x black reader

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icomeandg0 · 3 months ago

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“More than one” part 2!

Linked universe x reader (s) (Female)

Warnings: confusing.

A/N: I didn’t think the other post would get so much, thank you all<3

“She’s awake!”

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“An explanation is due.” Legends voice cuts through the silence earning a huff from Wild, “Can this wait until…later?”

“You can’t blame us for being curious, you did leave while we were sleeping��“

“And brought a girl with you!”

Sky and Wind chimed in, Wild wasn’t going to get a rest unless he told them, always on his arse he swears—

“Fine! I’ll tell” Wild clears his throat before sighing, “You see, she’s this girl from my era, she’s very important to me and she’s…one of the best things in my life and I plan on making sure she’s safe and by my side. Y/n L/n is her name and, goddesses if anything happens to her I would never forgive myself…” Wild says tenderly, he was very fond of you.

“Eugh, I asked for an explanation not a sappy, love story.” Legend takes his chance to tease Wild, “You’re the one that asked” Wild retaliates.

“Y/n huh? Must be a common name, I had a Y/n. She was certainly…Something.” Warriors voice grew a bit quiet as he looked off to the side, however no one really paid attention. “Yeah, I have a childhood best friend named Y/n” Four says, “Really? Me too!” Sky says, “The Y/n back at mine is such a sweetheart, city gal on the outside, country on the inside” Twilight spoke with a smile.

“Well I’ve got you all beat! My Y/n’s the best, she’s on of the best people I’ve met during my adventure!” Wind grins, “How about you, Hyrule? What about your Y/n?” Hyrule scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “Well, I never met a Y/n during my adventure so…can’t really comment”

“Jeez, if this Y/n girl makes all of you like this I hope I never meet a Y/n” Legend huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “How about you, old man?” Twilight asked, Time only sighed and opened his open eye. “I don’t see how this is relevant to our current situation therefore we must shut it down and focus on the subject.” Everyone went quiet after Time spoke, they all looked a bit ashamed but none the less changed the subject.

“Sheesh, must’ve been a harsh break up for Time…” Legend whispered over to Sky who felt remorse for the eldest hero.

“When she wakes up we’ll need to ask her a few questions, hopefully she can provide a few answers.” Time says earning a nod from Wild, “I’ll do the talking”

Soon their ears twitch as they hear shuffling coming from Hyrules tent. Soon it opens to reveal you inside, “Holy Hylia! I’ve been robbed—kidnapped too! Give my stuff back you thieves!” You point at the group in front of you, clearly you haven’t processed the fact that your Link was there.

“Y/n! You’re awake” Wild got up to his feet to help you up since you were on all fours which could re open the wound on your side.

“Link? What the hell are you doing here? Did you rob me?”

“No I didn’t rob you, nor did they—look just come. We need to talk, alone.” Wild looks at the boys, once he earned a nod he took you by the hand and led you away.

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“So what’s this all about—woah!” Wild immediately wrapped his arms around you, “oh by the three, I’ve missed you so much” Wild buried his head into your neck as you giggled softly and hugged him back.

“Heh, I’ve missed you too” Wild moves his head so he’s looking up to you now, “How did you get here?” “Crazy story really! You see…a portal sucked me in while I was out trying to find you a couple weeks ago.”

“Weeks? You were here for that long, alone?” “Nah! You see I have this really cool girl group I travel with and wanna know something? They’re all Y/n’s!” You exclaimed making Wilds eyes widen in astonishment.

“Really?” “Yeah! There’s TPY/n, HWY/n, OOTY/n, SSY/n, LAY/n, LOZY/n, FSY/n, WWY/n. Bit of a tongue twister but when you meet them they’ll greet you properly”

Wild felt a bit overwhelmed of the thought of meeting more Y/n’s but he nods either way, if the others say their Y/n’s were as lovely as they described then he’ll be fine! "Anyways, do you know this place? what about you tell me what happened before, you were unconscious and wounded when I found you"

"I was? Damn, let me try and remember..." You thought for a bit before speaking again, "We found a village nearby and it was called Agoir city, it must be the capital of this land because it has a massive castle. Me and the girls were shopping around like usual until WWY/n had to go ahead and steal something and get caught. Since we all looked the same they probably thought we were a thief family or something along those lines. OOTY/n told us all to split up so we wouldn't be taken, I ended up with TPY/n but those guards were quite literally right up our asses so we had to fight a few"

"I'm sure violence could've been avoided"

"Nope! but then they all attacked me so they landed a few blows and..I don't remember the rest" You finish explaining, Wild nods, "That was helpful information, really was. I'll tell the others but- There was this dragon that was...protecting you" "Oh...That's a relief she wasn't taken...Where is she? Is she back at the camp?" You asked, Wild shook his head. "We left her back where we found her-" "You did what?!"

Wild closes his mouth and looks at you with his blue eyes that were filled with confusion, "Okay...Okay, Link I need you to come back with me to see if she's still there, please." You hold your hand out which he takes with no hesitation, "Yeah, okay. Just gotta tell the others first." "Others?" "Yeah, You woke up in a rush you probably didn't process the fact that there were others back at camp." You sighed softly as he begins to pull you back to them all.

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"Oh woah! So you all are Links? That must be confusing...?" You tilt your head as you look at the lookalikes, you could tell the differences of each Link but being surrounded by them all is making you realise...This bitch is attractive in every universe, (Besides from Wind but he still a cutie.) "It did but we got our own names to call us by" They went around in a circle to introduce themselves, after Time introduced himself he opened his mouth once again.

"Is it true? that there are other Y/n's here?" Time asked a bit on edge, "Yup! Somewhere in Agoir city, I plan on taking Wild with me if that's alright with you" "No."

Wild gulped as Time's voice was stern but you didn't falter, "Well with all due respect, mister but I don't think that's something you have control over. I need Link to help me save my friends and considering it's his duty to do so I don't think it's very wise to intervene." You spoke, a hint of sassiness in your tone...most of the boys shared one thought.

'Yup, definitely a Y/n'

"I wasn't going to deny...I was going to say we were all going to come along too" Time finishes making you sheepish, "Sorry..." You scratch the back of your head and he only chuckles lightly before getting up, "C'mon boys, pack up everything so we can leave as soon as we can"

To be continued…

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And that’s a wrap! Hope you all enjoyed, don’t worry next chapter is all about the Y/n’s I promise but if you don’t understand I’ll put down who’s who for the Y/n’s.

I’ll put up a poll later on today, but I hope you all enjoyed this.

Taglist?

@fantasyhopperhea

TPY/n = Twilights era

HWY/n = Warriors era

OOTY/n = Times era

SSY/n = Sky’s era

LAY/n = Legends era

BOTWY/n = Wilds era (who was in this story)

LOZY/n = Hyrules era

FSY/n = Fours era

WWY/n = winds era.

#linked universe x reader #link x reader #lu x reader #linked universe #loz #x reader #lu sky #lu four #lu time #lu legend #lu Hyrule #lu wind #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu wild

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amymbona · 4 months ago

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my brain Is drooling at the concept of cheater Art bc his divorce with Tashi is going horribly, and he's ranting to you abt it while he fucks you from behind

It's si unfair, because Tashi is being such a bitch about anything, deciding to make everything ten times harder. There's some mess going on, about Lily and the shared property and, y'know, the usual divorce issues.

But you're here, Art's good girl with big eyes and a warm smile (and even warmer pussy), allowing him to crash at your place for as long has he needs to. Not that he couldn't really rent himself an apartment, but why would he do that, right? He longs for your presence. The comfort of your words, the warmth of your touch...

Surrounded by the pink, floral sheets on your bed, the sweet smell of your vanilla perfume filling his nostrils, Art's face is buried in your hair.

"Such a bitch. I dunno why's doing all that to me."

He grumbles, his balls angrily lapping ahaisnd your ass.

"She's rich as fuck anyway - fuck, yeah, squeeze me like that - why won't she just sign the damn papers?"

You don't even respond, aware Art's not really conscious of his own words, and perhaps he doesn't ask for any pity either. He just wants to let it all out, and then be comforted by the softness of your body.

"Making my life hell, jeez. All because she caught me with some other girl."

As if he wasn't the one sticking his dick into another girls' cunts. Can anyone blame him though? Tashi wouldn't fuck him as a punishment, he needed to feel at least some warm pussy.

"But you're better - mhm, yeah, right there - so much better."

#challengers #challengers x reader #ask #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson blurb

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ashipiko · 5 months ago

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ASHI TAMADAI - BIRTHDAY JACKET!

SUMMON: BABAM! The birthday girl has officially arrived! ☆

additional voicelines + extras below!

GROOVY: Hahaha! You guys…! I’ll never forget this!

SUMMON LINE: I’m already feelin’ the overwhelming party vibes! Today is gonna be super fun, bet!

SET TO HOME SCREEN: B-day round 2 in Twisted Wonderland already? Insane! Time flies by fast.

HOME IDLE 1: Y’know, I really don’t get people not wearing these hats with their fits. They go hard, don’tcha think?

HOME IDLE 2: I was lowkey kinda surprised that the Pomefam was the runner up for hosting the party, NGL! It’s nice, but I’m kinda stressed with all this high-class furniture around…

HOME IDLE 3: Waugh, another prezzie?! Jeez, how am I gonna carry this all to Ramshackle..?

HOME IDLE LOGIN: Dadun!~ I seem a little happier than usual? Well, can ya blame me? Hehe~.

HOME IDLE GROOVY: Hey hey, do you have any tips for pie throwing? I gotta get back at Eppy for that nasty hit!

HOME TAP 1: I can’t believe that Idia of all people is one of the other people who wear these caps… That little…! Eh? Oh, nothin’!~

HOME TAP 2: Oh? The spell drive logo on my jacket? It’s a treat from Leona and the others! I’m basically an honorary member~.

HOME TAP 3: Azul decided to cut me some slack on my bday and canceled my shift! Floyd even made me a special drink while I stopped by, but uh… Maybes not today.

HOME TAP 4: Isn’t this jacket so crazy cool?! I’m highkey obsessed with this! Maybe I’ll wear it even on days other than my bday, hehe.

HOME TAP 5: W-Wait! Watch it when you ruffle my hair, jeez—! You can’t have the bday girl looking wack!

HOME TAP GROOVY: Tch. Why’re you laughing?! I just got pied to the face! …Oh, you’ve never seen me like this, that’s why…? Ehehe, I guess today’s gotten me to loosen up a little….

BIRTHDAY LOGIN MESSAGE: Happy birthday? D’aww, you remembered?~ How sweet! As a thanks, feel free to join the party! Ah, present? You really don’t need to… I’d be happy even if you showed up empty handed, but… Hehe. Thanks for thinking about me. ♡

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hisui-dreamer · 1 year ago

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Okay so we've got headcanons with the twst vices tickling their S/O, now we need the reverse. How do these boys react to getting tickled?

pay attention!

Characters: Vice-dorm Leaders (Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Jamil, Ortho, Rook, Lilia)

Synopsis: When your lover isn't paying attention to you, what better way to get their attention than a tickle attack?

Tags: tickling, fluff, crack(?)

Word count: 2.1k

Notes: wooo the long awaited tickling headcanons!! sorry it took me so long to finish the series hehe, hope you enjoy it!!

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ticklish rating: 3/10

there's a new dessert Trey has been experimenting with lately, but it hasn't been easy

so recently, he's always got his nose stuck in a recipe book when you're with him

this means less cuddles and affection, which upset you a bit

as he hums in response to your questions and conversation attempts, you start to understand why he was upset the other day

but also, isn't this a perfect time for revenge?

you quietly approach him, trying to stifle your laughter, but really with how focused he was, he probably wouldn't have heard it

your fingers dance over his sides and under his arms, wriggling about to find his weak spots

but instead of laughing, he jumps and shrieks at your attack

"Huh? Woah there! What was that for, sweetcakes?"

you continue trying to find a ticklish spot but his face remains confused, smiling wryly at your antics

oh dear, it turns out he's not ticklish at all???

the recipe book is long forgotten at this point, but now you just want to get a reaction out of him

so begins you trying to tickle all spots that you can think of, while he sits still and watches as you experiment around

you try drawing gentle circles with your finger onto his palm

he lets out a laugh at your soft caresses

!!! HE HAS SENSITIVE HANDS!!!

Trey's eyes widen in surprise as your fingers flutter gently on his palm. His initial confusion is quickly replaced with a soft chuckle and a look of wonder. "Okay, wait, that felt slightly ticklish," he admits.

But he immediately regrets admitting that to you, because the next second you're doubling your efforts to make him laugh. He tries to fend off your tickles, but you're determined to gain his attention.

"Okay, okay, you win!" he gasps between laughs. "I guess I deserved that. You got my attention, all right." He sighs in relief when your fingers pull back, "Now then, will it be better if we study the book together?"

ticklish rating: 9/10

you can't really blame Ruggie for always being busy and not having enough time for you

he's consistently on the move, managing errands and making the most out of every opportunity

but on some days he's just so busy that you can only see glimpses of him or he's just that focused that he can't even see you

unfortunately, today is one of those days

ruggie has zipped past you no less than three times, each time running a different errand, buying Leona lunch, picking dandelions, among other tasks

so by the next time you see him, you've already formulated a plan to get his attention

he's in his PE uniform this time, and once you manage to grab onto his shirt to stop him, you reach out and start tickling him, just like he did to you the other day

Ruggie yelps in surprise and laughter "Wha- It's you- Wait- Shyahahaha! What the-?"

he tries to squirm away but can't help but laugh, especially as you start tickling his ears

his tough exterior melts away into the infectious hyena laughter that you love

thank goodness you attacked him in a secluded area, his pride would've been so hurt otherwise

Ruggie erupts in a burst of laughter, losing his grip on the stack of books he's lugging. His ears perk up, and his tail thrashes excitedly as he attempts to evade your tickling fingers.

He turns to face you with wide grey eyes, a mix of confusion, shock, and amusement on his face. "Hey, what's the big idea?" he grumbles, though there's a playful glint in his eyes that can't be denied.

"Oh jeez, I didn't realise I was that busy..." he mutters with a tinge of guilt. "Alright, meet me in Savanaclaw at 5! I promise I'll make it up to ya!" He says determined. He places a quick peck on your lips, before running off to another task once again.

ticklish rating: 2/10

it's another hectic day in octavinelle, azul has big plans to boost sales through some new marketing tactic

and this of course means that Jade has become incredibly busy with these plans

normally you would greatly enjoy watching your beloved in his business mode, with polite smiles as he greeted customers, effortless smooth gestures as he glided across the room which would melt into genuine, loving glances when he turned to you

but this time, you really did need to talk to him about your new terrarium and how it looked more and more dead by day

but each time, before the question could even escape your lips, another errand in need of the vice-housewarden's help magically appears

so you took the chance to tackle him when he went into the supply closet (knowing he would not appreciate being dishevelled in public), fingers wriggling around his sides to try to make the fearsome eel crumble in laughter

but instead, he's completely silent, just his pair of mismatched eyes wide open, curiously focused on you

a wry smile forms on his face as he says teasingly, "My, I regret to inform you my pearl, but moray eels are immune to tickling,"

you freeze at his words. uh oh

Before you can even react, he swiftly sweeps you off your feet and carries you toward the VIP room. "Oh dear, I've been a terrible lover, haven't I? It appears I'll have to neglect my responsibilities for a bit..." he sighs, his brows knitted with concern. He continues in a hushed tone, leaning in to whisper in your ear, "Though I admit I would prefer to remain by your side as well,"

"Hm...?" He hums, his lips curving into a mischievous smile as you nuzzle into his neck, concealing your face. "Are my kisses ticklish, perhaps?" He pauses, then continues with a teasing tone, "Well, I suppose it's only fair, considering my dearest pearl has initiated an attack as well."

"By all means, I'd like to see you find my ticklish spots. Though you must be prepared, love, there is no deed I would not return," he grins mischievously, thoroughly enjoying how flustered you are.

ticklish rating: 9/10

it's not surprising your lover doesn't always have time for you

ever the dutiful servant, Jamil works every second of his life to serve kalim in every sense of life

it's something you'd long accepted since being in a relationship with him, but you can't deny you find yourself feeling lonely when he prepares feast after feast for scarabia

plus you know he likes it when you're selfish and want to monopolise his attention

you find your beloved standing by a large pot of stew on the stove, unfazed by your presence

you try calling out to him, but he's completely unresponsive Jamil are you okay

you tickle his sides for a bit, trying to gauge a reaction, but he instantly jumps and squeals "AHHHH! WHA-"

whoops turns out he's really ticklish

he relaxes when he sees it's you, and automatically starts leaning onto you, the fatigue weighing his body down

maybe you shouldn't tickle him too much for now

"I'm sorry I've been so busy lately, I just want to make everything perfect for Scarabia," he murmurs, a faint smile gracing his lips as he nuzzles into your embrace. "But I'm so grateful you're here. I missed you too."

"Really? Are you sure you don't mind helping out?" He looks up at you with those warm, expressive eyes, his gratitude evident. "Thanks... I really appreciate it,"

His hands find yours, clasping them gently. He leans his forehead against yours as he whispers, "I promise. I'll make more time for us, I swear."

ticklish rating: ???

Rook can always find beauty in everything and anything, so it's not unusual for him to be distracted

though you sometimes do wish you were the only one he would have his eyes on

but you wouldn't change him for the world, because his delight in even simple details is so infectious you can't help but want to stay by his side and listen to him rant on and on

still, that doesn't stop you from getting jealous of the person at the centre of his attention, mainly from magazines about a certain actor in RSA

so you decided to get his attention by tickling him, because maybe it could surprise your ever-careful hunter?

your fingers lightly danced along his sides, staring as his watchful eyes directed their gaze towards you

"Trickster! Oh dear, I'm quite ticklish!"

...so he says, but he's hardly flinching away from your touch at all

you try shifting your hands to other sensitive areas, but his lips simply curl into an affectionate smile, and he gently clasps your hands

you're not sure if he's lying or not, but you definitely have his attention now

"Oh là là! How daring of you, Trickster! To sneak up on a hunter like myself... Beauté! Your boldness is very attractive!" Rook exclaims, his eyes twinkling teasingly.

"Mon cœur, you always find the most charming ways to capture my attention," Rook says, his voice filled with tenderness. "But if it's my attention you seek, you have it, my darling, always."

"Now, is there something you would like to do in the moment?" he asks, gently planting a soft kiss on the back of your hand. "Personally, I wouldn't mind losing myself in your eyes..."

ticklish rating: 0-7/10

it started off really simple, Ortho was just busy researching new strats for idia to try in a newly released game

but the game was open-world, so there was a lot of information to sift through

so in a light-hearted attempt to get his attention, you tried tickling him

only you forgot he's not ticklish at all

"Huh? What's wrong? Why are tickling me? I'm not ticklish at all," he asks, tilting his head in confusion

you laugh as you explain it's just a fun thing friends do, but you've only made him more interested

he goes back to idia that night, asking him about friends and tickling

sure, big bro's not the best person to ask when it's about friendships, but he tries his best with his anime knowledge

and so ortho now wants a tickle response system so he can simulate being like real friends! and who is idia to deny him

the next day, ortho runs up to you excitedly

"Prefect! Go ahead, tickle me!" Ortho's voice rings out with excitement, his eyes shimmering like a pair of bright stars in the night sky.

Confused, you hesitantly reach out to tickle his sides like you did the day before. He instantly erupts in laughter, "Ahahaha! I'm ticklish now! It's a success!"

"How is it? Doesn't this make me more like a real boy now? We can have tickle flights now!" he exclaims. "My brother is so amazing!"

ticklish rating: 2/10

as much as you loved Lilia, you physically could not love his cooking

though that sentiment could be shared by many, even silver and sebek

so it's not uncommon for you to be called in to distract Lilia from whatever dish he has set his mind on mutilating

whatever distraction you come up with, it must be surprising and fun, he's notorious for brushing aside feeble attempts, determined to perfect his culinary concoctions

so, why not try tickling him?

this time, he's trying to remake a lemon tart he had sampled many years ago in his travels

though you're not sure what's compelling him to add pepper to the lemon curd (to give it more flavour he says...)

but as usual, the recipes aren’t nearly nutritious enough!

as he's scavenging around for 'nutritious ingredients' to add to the mix, you sneak close to him and start your attack, wriggling your fingers at his neck

"Ahaha! My dear, what's the matter?" He laughs gently, turning around to face you

but before you can even react, he's got both you hands pinned above your head, a devilish grin on his face

"Playing such tricks on an old man like me? You youngsters always trying to keep me on my toes, I see." he hums thoughtfully. "Though I suppose this means it's only fair if I return the favour, khehehe..."

His hands dance around your sensitive areas, his eyes keen on your reactions. With a wry, knowing grin, he asks, "Oh? It seems you're quite ticklish here?" A mischievous twinkle dances in his eyes. "Don't complain now, you're the one who tried to attack this poor defenseless fae."

By the time he pulls back, you're gasping for breath. "Now then," he inquired with a soft voice, "what prompted this sudden onslaught, dearest?" His fingers, tender as they grazed your hair, emitted a comforting warmth. "If you wanted my attention, I would have gladly given it to you."

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constantinerkives · 1 year ago

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PAIRING: Swim Team Captain! Yoo Jimin x Photojournalist! Fem reader _________________ WARNINGS: College AU, tsundere Karina, strangers to lovers trope, and fluff. OC is Pisces-coded but has a Capricorn rising sign and Capricorn Mercury because I am too, random I know but anyways, profanity, Jimin is aloof but cute and I like it, profanity, that's pretty much it, I guess. _________________ SYNOPSIS: Who knew falling into the pool was one surefire way of getting the swimming team captain's eye. _________________ A/N:

You asked I shall deliver. I based this one-shot on a song: Rose, by Taeyong and Seulgi. Have fun reading!

"Will it be okay for you to fill in Ryujin's stead?" Wendy, the senior EIC of the school paper, asks with her fingers knotted atop her office desk. "She got sick two days ago. I know it's sudden, and I understand if you don't-"

"I'll do it," You tell the older girl with a polite smile, "If my memory serves me correctly - she was assigned to take pictures of the inter-school competition of our swimming team, yes?"

Wendy mirrors your smile, albeit warmer. Her posture relaxed. "Yes. Yes, Y/N. And it's this weekend."

You recount your task, "Then you're in luck, Wendy. I'm free this weekend."

The brunette heaves a sigh of relief, "Good. That will be all, Miss Choi. You can go." You bowed your head in acknowledgment before exiting her office and proceeded to the university library to meet with your friend and confidant: Yunjin, who needs a copy of your captured photos for the school paper.

"There you are," You whisper and sit next to the younger raven-haired beauty who's busy typing on her laptop. "What did Wendy want from you?" The latter inquires without tearing her eyes from the screen. "A substitute for Ryujin," You answer her as you lean next to her; eyes following the sea of words that showed events during the last competition. "Are you almost done?"

The raven-haired beauty mutters something decipherable, and you just let her be.

"Okay," She stretches her back and gestures an open palm toward you. "The USB?"

You arch a brow at her, "Please?"

She mirrors your expression, "The USB, please, Y/N?"

A teasing grin graces your lips as you fish for it in your jacket pocket and give it to her. "Jeez," The latter grumbles before plugging it into her laptop. "Where and what?"

"Here at our university. I'll be taking the pictures of our swimming team."

Finally, Yunjin tears her eyes off her screen and blinks at you. "A sports-based competition?" She muses, "That's a first."

Indeed, for years that you've been a photojournalist, you were assigned to academic-based competitions. "That means you get to see Yonsei's pride."

"Younsei's - what?"

She gives you a look, "For a journalist, you're not updated with the times here, Y/N. What would Wendy say?"

You scowl at her, "You can't blame me for being assigned to Academics, Yunjin." You brush her off, "Anyway. What about Yonsei's pride?" She curls her lips to a sardonic smile before typing away and presenting you with a photo of the team wearing Yonsei's varsity jackets and swimming trunks. There are four of them, and three of them are familiar to you: Sungchan, the first one on the right. Hyunjin is first on the left and Minjeong who's standing next to Hyunjin.

You're familiar with the three of them. All except one. A girl standing in between Minjeong and Sungchan. The girl possesses fair skin, a small face, a V-shaped jaw, big yet fierce dark brown eyes, and a lithe physique. "So the team is the pride of the university?"

"No," She zooms in the photo of the girl. "She is. That's Karina Yoo, their captain."

"She looks mean," You observed, and Yunjin chuckled, "You're not wrong."

Your jaw slacks, "Really?"

The latter hums in agreement and pauses. "A bitch is an appropriate term, bestie." You frown at her, "That's a bit too much."

She scoffs at you, "Try interacting with her this weekend, and we'll see."

"Whatever," You huffed and eyed your USB, "Are you done uploading my pictures to your folder?"

Yunjin unplugs it and places it atop the table. "Yep, thanks, girl."

You observe the team from the bleachers with your camera in your hands as cheers ricochet against the walls of the spacious gym upon seeing your team make their appearance from the ground floor. Yonsei's team wore their signature swimsuit with the university's logo placed on the left lower front area of the men's swimming trunks, while for the women: it's located on the right upper breast of their partial bodysuit.

You're not too far to get a clear shot.

The girls of your university squealed when Sungchan flexed his toned body. Although impervious to such behavior, you can't help but admire the body of the swimmer before moving your gaze onto Minjeong, who waved at her fellow peers. Both men and women cheered for the auburn-haired girl while Hyunjin put his arm around Sungchan, who also waved to Yonsei's students.

"That's three of them," You tell yourself amongst the noise, "Where's the captain?"

As if the universe answered, she finally appeared, and you swore you were about to go deaf due to their screams and cheers amplifying.

Your eyes followed their gaze, and your jaw slacked.

Karina Yoo's photos did not do her justice; she's drop-dead gorgeous in real life, and her lithe body is just a bonus to the grace that the girl exudes. You examine the captain. She couldn't be older than twenty-three.

"KARINA! KARINA! KARINA!" The students chant as she stands beside Minjeong - awaiting their opposing team while she converses with her team by huddling them. You take it as an opportunity to take their photo.

But as you take another shot, Karina's eyes flicker in your direction.

Did she? Uncertainty and confusion seep into your thoughts as if you were shamelessly caught.

You instinctively put your camera down.

She returns her gaze to her members and continues speaking while they nod. You zoom the lens and take their photo. But this time, you don't put your camera down when Karina's sharp eyes look in your direction. There's something about her gaze that makes you fix your relaxed posture; as if she's looking through your camera, and it makes you feel small - that intense gaze of hers.

You didn't take a picture and instead put your camera down. Perhaps the captain's sharp, piercing gaze meant that was enough as she and her team moved away from each other, but she stayed next to Minjeong and leaned close to the shorter girl's ear. The auburn-haired girl's eyes flicked in your direction before saying something to the taller girl.

Paranoia creeps into your body. It's not like you have done something wrong, right? You were merely doing your job as a photojournalist for Yonsei. You tear your gaze from the pair and see the team they're competing against.

You take it as your cue to descend from the bleachers as Karina's team makes their way to their assigned benches, leaving Hyunjin alone with his competitor.

While descending from the bleachers, you can feel someone's eyes following you as you make your way to the indoor pool with your camera ready. You didn't dare look in fear of seeing that intense gaze as the referee blew his whistle for the two representatives of the opposing team, and make their way to the edge of the pool's ledge.

"On your mark!" The referee bellows, "Get set. Go!"

You ready your camera.

Sometime later, it was the captain's turn.

Your peers chant the captain's name as she made her way to the pool's ledge.

Due to your proximity to the pool's side, you locked eyes with her, and you swallowed harshly under her harsh gaze.

"Jeez," You mutter as you tear your eyes from the older girl. "What's her deal?"

"On your mark!" The referee once again bellows, "Get set. Go!"

True to her title, Karina Yoo is Yonsei's pride. And so is the other members - they won and will be competing for the nationals three months from now.

After the game, your peers went down to take pictures with the winning team. By this time, they change into dry clothes with towels draped over their shoulders, and you are standing next to the pool, checking your shots, when you hear your female colleagues scream Karina's name from behind. Out of curiosity, you look back to see a group of them running toward you - correction, you look in front to see the captain approaching them, leaving you beset on both sides.

Before you can react, one of them pushes you aside. Your eyes widen, and you instinctively put your hand where you're holding your camera up as you fall into the pool.

"Oh no!" One of the students yell as you surface up with a gasp, look at your dry camera, and sigh in relief. "Are you okay?" One of them asks as they approach you intending to help.

"Yes," You gasp, "Take the camera - be careful with it, please?" The student nods in compliance and takes your camera.

You can feel holes burning on the side of your face, and without thinking, you look to the source and see Karina standing at the edge of the pool with wide eyes, her posture stiff and rigid, as if repulsed by the sight of you violating their pool.

You flush under her gaze and reluctantly take the students' hands as they help you out of the pool and hurriedly take your camera from the other student.

"Thank you," You tell them with a flushed face as you hastily exit the gym - facing burning with shock and humiliation.

"Told you," Yunjin sneers, "A bitch."

A whine leaves your lips as you slam your head against your desk. "Shut up - at least the students helped me." It's been a week since the minor incident, and you told Yunjin after you change into dry clothes in the university dorm.

"Yeah," She snorts, "While the captain just glowers at you as if - what did you say?" She snaps her fingers, "Ah, as if you contaminated the pool." Then, she snickers. You glare at her while her lips curl to a teasing grin.

"Whatever," You poke your tongue at her, and she relents by putting her hands up in mock surrender. "Look at the bright side," Your friend counters, "At least your camera's safe."

"Yeah," You half-heartedly agree, "But I think I'm traumatized."

"Should I book your therapy?" She quips, "Oh wait, you're broke."

You scoff at her, "And? So are you." She stares at you, and you mimic her reaction before you two giggle as more students occupy the lecture hall.

"Alright, students!" The professor says aloud as soon as he enters the room. "Take your seats - we have a new student joining us this semester."

Murmurs echo while you and Yunjin share their curious looks as the older man looks at the entrance door. "Come in and introduce yourself." A familiar figure enters the room, and the class erupts with cheers and yells as Karina stands before all of you in casual wear in all-black: a cardigan with white accents, a tube top, denim jeans, and chunky sneakers, her hair is styled to a low, neat bun as she eyes the class, her gaze instantly meeting yours. You flinched and looked away from her and at Yunjin, who, in turn, looked at you. Both faces express surprise.

"The fuck?" Yunjin mutters while you return to the new student, gaping.

"I'm Karina Yoo," She announces, her voice is steely and attention-grabbing. "But most, if not all of you, know me as Yonsei's pride."

The class yells and whistles in agreement. The professor holds his palm up, and the class quiets down. "Alright," Your professor gestures a hand at the vacant seats, "Thank you, Miss Yoo. You may take any seat." The captain bows her head and ascends to the elevated rows of seats with each student eyeing her expectantly for her to sit next to them.

You quickly turn to Yunjin and grumble: "Just when I thought I'm finally free from what happened last week." She snickers at you, "Sucks to be you, my traumatized friend."

A muffled pained groan reverberates from your lips, but you quickly stiffen as the captain walks past your row and takes a sit two seats above you. You sigh in relief and return your gaze to your professor preparing his presentation.

"That bad, huh?" Yunjin observes as she takes out her laptop.

"Yeah," You whisper.

There it is again, that familiar burning feeling; as if someone's burning holes in the back of your head - it's the same feeling. But you chose to ignore it. Thirty minutes into the lecture, you couldn't ignore the feeling anymore and slowly peer over your shoulder. You almost jumped from your seat upon locking eyes with the swim captain. Her notebook lay forgotten. Instead, she was looking at you while the side of her face rested against her fist. Your skin prickles at the intensity, and you can feel your face flushing as her lips visibly curl upwards before slowly moving her gaze to the professor.

You quickly looked away from her and tried to focus on the discussion. But Professor Lee's words came and went out of your head. All you could do was mindlessly take notes and pictures of his slides and promise yourself that you'll go over your notes tonight.

It went on for days; you could've been used to it now. But you're not.

"I'm not being delusional, right?" You lock eyes with your friend, looking for reassurance. "I mean, it's not like I did something bad. I fell on the pool, for fuck's sake." You vent while the latter closes her laptop and sighs. "Have you tried asking her what's her problem?"

You give her a look, "Are you kidding me?"

The raven-haired girl shrugs nonchalantly, "I mean - if you want an answer from her, just ask her directly."

"Easier said than done," You mutter while she yawns. "I'll just ignore it, I guess? I mean, no harm, no foul, right?"

"Yeah," The latter looks at you, her relaxed expression turning serious. "But if she does something that makes you uncomfortable. Tell me immediately." On cue, the microwave dings. Dinner's ready. You're currently in her apartment; you can work together on your paper for the interschool competition due tomorrow.

"I will," You smile at her and stand from her couch to grab your dinner.

"Oh - come on!" You yell as the copies of the printed announcements; the latest news regarding the competition get whisked away by a couple of rushing students late for class. You put the other documents down on the floor, but not without putting your phone on top to ensure it doesn't fly away as you begin picking them from the floor.

"Hey," A slightly deep feminine voice calls your attention, "You missed this last one."

"Oh?" You turn around and freeze as the captain of the swimming team holds the copy for you. You gawk at her while she moves her line of sight to the paper she's holding.

"I look good in this photo," She remarks before looking at you. Her voice sounds softer this time. "Not bad for a picture taken from quite a distance."

"Thanks," You smile politely at the older girl as you grip the papers you're holding to calm your nerves. She raises her brow and gently flaps the paper. "My hand's getting tired. Aren't you going to get it?"

"Right," You stammer and wince at the sound of your voice as you tentatively take the paper from her, and the latter walks away without saying a word.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you looked at the paper she gave you before putting it with the rest. And as you continue your day, you couldn't help but replay the odd interaction you had with the captain.

"Weird," Yunjin muses as you take your designated seats for your proceeding lecture which is in ten minutes - but something's out of the ordinary.

There's a rose atop your desk with a pink ribbon tied around its stem.

The taller girl looks at you with a playful grin, "Someone's into you."

You roll your eyes at her and sit down, "Must be for another person." You say as you carefully examine the rose to ensure there's a tag - and that it's for the right person. You freeze in your seat, and Yunjin bends to read the tag in perfect handwriting and snickers. "It's yours, Y/N."

A frown creeps in your features, "But who-"

"Keep it," She shrugs and leans closer, "What else does it say?"

"Nothing,"

The raven-haired hums and takes her seat next to you. "Anyways, keep it."

You look at her with a questioning look, "Why?"

"As evidence that someone has a good eye and chose my BFF, duh?"

You let out an exasperated groan and playfully pushed her shoulder. "Oh, shut up."

Yunjin was about to say something when she closed her mouth, and her expression became guarded. You furrow your brows and slowly follow her gaze, "What's the matter-" Your words die in your throat as Karina takes her seat next to you. Your eyes widen to the point that they were about to pop out from their sockets and snap your neck in Yunjin's reaction; eyes asking for her aid.

"Karina," Yunjin softly clears her throat, "What's the sudden change of places?"

"So I can see better," She answers curtly. Yunjin arches a brow, "You don't seem to have a problem being two seats away for the past couple of days?"

You sit there awkwardly while the two exchange cold pleasantries.

Karina shifts in her seat and looks past you, "I'd like to sit here so I won't miss any key points in the professor's lecture. What's it to you?"

Yunjin opens her mouth, but you look at her, head shaking sideways.

The latter huffs, "Alright then, enjoy the view."

"Thanks," Karina monotonously replies as more students pile into the lecture hall. You look down at the rose and shrug, "Alright Yunjin," You delicately pick up the rose and insert it into your tote bag carefully. "I'll keep it, my bedside needs decorating anyway."

From the corner of your eye, you can see Karina looking at the rose before tearing her gaze as the professor enters the venue.

"Alright students, settle down and prepare your books, notebooks, laptops - whatever you need to keep notes. We'll begin shortly."

Forty minutes into the lecture, you missed the previous slide.

"Crap," You mutter, and just as you're about to ask Yunjin if she copied the previous slide, Karina slides her phone next to you.

The screen showed a picture of the slide you missed. "Here," She whispers. You blink at her while she continues to take her notes. She must've sensed your staring and sighed, "Are you going to copy that or what?"

You snap from your reverie, "Right, right. Sorry - thank you." You whispered to her and copied the slide she pictured before sliding her phone back to her but made no move to put it back in her bag.

"I saw that," Yunjin whispers, and you jump from your seat.

"Next slide - is everything okay up there, Miss Choi?" The professor calls. Your cheeks redden as all the students, including the captain, turn to look at you. Your cheeks burn, "Yes sir, sorry."

He hums, "Moving on..."

Sometime later, it was lunchtime; you and Yunjin decided to eat outside of campus.

"So Chaewon recommended this restaurant," She opens the door for you while you carry both your laptop bags, "They sell good meat here and noodles here."

"You've been mentioning her a lot," You comment as you take a vacant table. The latter makes a face at you before looking at the menu displayed above the counter, "What do you want to eat?"

"I'll take spicy chicken and jjajangmyeon."

"Cool. Sit here. I'll go order."

You open your laptop, "And I'll pay you later." The taller girl hums and goes to the counter while you work on your task. "Do my eyes deceive me?" Another feminine voice speaks from the side. You look up from your screen, "Giselle," You greet the captain of the debate team with a smile as you close your laptop. The Korean-Japanese mirrors your smile as she inserts her hands in her jacket pocket. "It's been a while, Y/N. Are you going to eat alone?"

"No," You gesture a hand towards Yunjin who looks back and sends the other a wave. "Yunjin's eating with me. How about you? Are you going to eat alone?"

The brunette shakes her head sideways, "No, I'm also going to eat with someone." The door opens, and Giselle looks back. "There you are, Karina."

You fought the urge to drop your smile as you locked eyes with the captain of the swimming team. "Giselle," The captain regards, "You invited someone for lunch too?"

"No, no." She chuckles and pats your shoulder, "This is Y/N, the photojournalist who came with us four months ago for the nationals." She then gestures a hand towards her friend, "Y/N is this-"

"Karina Yoo," You finish for her with a polite smile, "We're classmates in Professor Lee's class."

There's a look on Giselle's face that you couldn't decipher as her eyes lit up.

"Ah, I see." She looks at Karina, who seems busy looking at the menu, and then looks at the two of you. "I'll order for us."

"Alright, alright." Giselle agrees, "I'll go get us a table." Without another word, Karina left. The debate captain looks at you with a knowing smile as Yunjin arrives at your table with iced tea, "Hey, Gi." Yunjin greets her with a grin as she puts your drinks on the table. "Hey Jen," She gives you another pat, "I'll see you two around campus, yeah?"

A hum leaves your throat as you watch the latter take a sit two tables away from you and Yunjin as more people enter the restaurant. "So," Yunjin clears her throat, "Care to tell me what was Karina sharing with you during Professor Lee's class?"

You shrug and sip your beverage, "Nothing, it was just the slide I missed."

"Okay, but what about the time your documents flew away?"

A frown graces your lips, "She was just helping."

Yunjin hums, and you lean closer. "What? What is it?"

"Nothing," She nonchalantly replies, "It's just that Karina's overall mean attitude seems to tone down with you, that's all."

"Astute observation, Yunjin." You roll your eyes at her, "Maybe she's just being a decent person? We're classmates, after all."

"Oh, yeah?" She challenges, "How come she doesn't give a damn about others?"

You open your mouth, but no words come out to your defense, and Yunjin's smirk makes you close it.

"I don't know,"

"Be observant, Y/N." She clicks her tongue, "Who knows, maybe you got the Yoo privilege."

You look at her incredulously, "I beg your pardon?"

"Yoo privilege," She snickers, "You like it? I made it while I was making my astute observation, and by that, I mean you have the privilege of her toning down her attitude toward you. I mean, she could be the one who placed the rose on your desk three days ago."

You know where this conversation's going. "Are you saying that she likes me?"

"Maybe," She grins, "Observe her, Y/N. Observe how she acts with others; how she acts with you. Then you'll know."

You consider that as the waiter arrives with your order. You sense a familiar from the side of your face. You look up from your food and meet her dark brown eyes.

And this time, you didn't flinch.

You took Yunjin's advice and observed the captain.

It wasn't hard to observe her. She was never far from you, which made it easy to detect whether she was looking at you before talking to her friends.

But that still doesn't account for the roses on your desk. You tried, but with the number of deadlines piling up in journalism, you had to put your observation on pause.

"Jesus!" You snap as one of the student's coffee spills on your shirt. Murmurs echo in the hall upon witnessing an incident. "God - I'm sorry-"

"Forget it," You snap at the student as you pull the drenched fabric away from your skin and gesture for the student to go away, "Just go."

"Sorry again." The man says before awkwardly walking away while the others lose interest and walk away. "Fuck," You swore as you run your hand through your hair. "How the fuck am I supposed to go to the press conference looking like this?" You hiss as you swing your bag to the front to get your wipes. You hear footsteps approaching you and you scowl thinking it's the man who spilled coffee on you.

"Man," You sigh without looking in their direction. "You don't need to come here and-"

"Y/N," Your ears perk at the familiar tone, and you slowly turn around to face Karina standing before you with her fist securing her monogram jacquard jacket.

"Karina," You greet with slight surprise, "What are you doing here?"

She shakes her jacket, "Wear this."

"I beg your pardon?"

Instead of frowning, she keeps her face calm and uses her other hand to gesture at your shirt. "I can see the outline of - well, you know..."

You look down, and your face flushes, and with your other hand, you cover your upper body while the other takes her jacket. But you stop upon seeing the logo of her jacket, and sheepishly look at her.

"What's wrong?" She inquires. "I can't take this - it's expensive."

Karina shifts her weight on the other foot. "You'll be late for your press conference if you don't take it, Y/N." She tells you with a tone that leaves no argument. Without another word, she leaves the hall, leaving you with her jacket.

A frustrated sigh leaves your lips as you look at the expensive article of clothing before delicately donning it.

"Woah," Yunjin muses upon seeing you enter the venue. "I know that isn't yours, Y/N. Whose is it?"

"Karina's," You take a seat next to her. The latter let out a mock gasp. "Yoo privilege."

"Shut up, Yunjin."

After the conference, you stop by the EIC's office only to be greeted with roses and a freshly brewed ice latte on your desk.

"There you are!" Wendy grins as she stands next to you, "I receive our handler's feedback. You and Yunjin did a great job on the inter-school paper!"

"Yeah," You answer distractedly, "Who brought these on my desk?"

"Ah," Wendy frowns, "I didn't catch her name."

Her?

You turn to your EIC, "Can you describe her for me? What was she wearing?"

The older girl pauses in thought. "Well, she was wearing a brushed ribbed knit top, white denim jeans with a beige tag on its left pocket, and black boots."

Exactly what Karina wore when she gave you her jacket.

"I see," You mutter, and Wendy's face contorts with curiosity, "Why'd you ask?"

You brush her off, "It's nothing, thanks, Wendy."

The latter smiles, "No problem," She then turns to leave the room. "Enjoy your iced latte!"

Once the older girl is out of sight, you quickly take the rose with a tag on it, it read:

I'm rooting for you at the press conference; I hope you like iced latte to savor your victory.

-yjm

"YJM?" You move your line of sight to the iced latte, and beads of cold water slides down from the plastic cup. A smile creeps on your lips as you bring the cup's straw to your lips and take a sip, allowing the iced beverage to slide into your throat smoothly. You sigh in refreshment and place the drink on your desk. Your hands take the roses, careful from the thorns that could prick you as you study the delicate flower.

"Yunjin will hear about this."

"No way," She cackles, "So she lent you her jacket and even sent roses and an iced latte to the office? Damn, Y/N. You won in life."

You carefully pick up the jacket and raise it, "How do I clean this?"

Yunjin takes the clothing from you, "Leave it to me. I know a place where they clean luxury clothing."

"Alright," You sigh and collapse on her couch. "Oh, and Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You answer aloud as Yunjin makes her way back to the living room. "Did you know Girl's Generation is having a concert in Gocheok Sky Dome?"

Your ears perk, and you sit up straight, "No? When?"

"Two days from now," She tells you and frowns, "You didn't know?"

You give her a look, "I'm not updated - I've been busy."

"Right," She sighs, "Why?"

"Chaewon got a ticket for me - I can give it to you if-"

"Woah, Yunjin," You stop her by grasping her shoulder. "She gave it to you. You're the one she invited to go with her. It would be rude if you gave it to someone else."

Her features remain concerned, "Are you sure? Chaewon would understand-"

"Yunjin," You exasperated a sigh, "It's fine. She invited you."

A genuine smile graces your lips. "I'll be fine. Just remember to make a fan cam for me, yeah?"

The next day, Yunjin gives you Karina's jacket: freshly cleaned and neatly pressed.

While conversing on your way to Professor Lee's class, your eyes shift to the entrance only to be greeted by Karina leaning her back against the wall next to the door.

"Oh shit," Yunjin snickers quietly, and you nudge her by the elbow. "Sh,"

"Karina!" You call out and was about to give her jacket back when she cuts you off. "Just give it to me after Professor Lee's class."

Confused, but you comply as she enters the room. You and Yunjin follow suit as your peers begin to fill the lecture hall.

While the older man is discussing, Karina slides next to you, startling you with a jump as she ducks her head and drops her voice an octave lower. "I have something for you after class. Is it okay if we remain after everyone else left?"

You tear your eyes from the presentation to look at her. Your cheeks heat up as you meet Karina's soft, warm gaze, but her attractive face swims with uncertainty at your would-be reply.

A soft smile creeps on your lips, "Sure, Karina. What is it anyway?"

Her features soften, and surprise etches on your face as her lips quirk to a playful smile. That's a first.

"It's a surprise," She winks before returning to her original position.

You gape at her, surprised by this new side of her. You can't wait to know what she has in store for you after Mr. Lee's class.

Fifty minutes later, the older gentleman dismisses the class. Everyone left except for you, Karina, and Yunjin.

"You go first," You tell the raven-haired girl. Yunjin flashes you a grin before getting her bag, but not without whispering: "Yoo privilege" against your ear before leaving.

You huff at the latter as you get the paper bag containing Karina's jacket and hand it to her. "Here you go, Karina."

The older girl looks at the paper bag and smiles. "Can you stand up?"

How odd, "Sure."

You comply with her innocent request and hand the bag to her. "Here you go,"

Her lips tugged to a downward smile and retrieves the bag. "Thanks, Y/N."

You let out a hum while you two stand in silence. A sigh leaves the older girl's lips before she laughs lightly - and it sounds pleasant like chimes in the wind.

"Ah - this is not what I envisioned it." She guffaws and scratches her nape. You can't help but chuckle at the older girl's disposition. "Take your time," You assure the raven-haired beauty as she inhales sharply. Is she new to this? How adorable, you thought to yourself as she closes her eyes and puffs her cheeks.

"Ok," She opens them and clears her throat. "I'm afraid that I've made a bad impression when we first met, Y/N." She sighs, "Which is why I'm going to change that tomorrow."

Tomorrow? What does she mean?

On cue, she brings out a bouquet - well not really. More like two tickets wrapped in pink silk with a pastel ribbon secured around it.

"I hope you like concerts, Y/N. Especially Girl's Generation."

My, did your heart skip a beat?

"Will you be my date for the concert, Y/N Choi?"

"Yes," You breathe, and Karina's smile morphs into a delighted grin.

"You just made me the happiest girl, Y/N."

Fin.

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stxrslut · 1 day ago

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SWEET RELIEF ˚୨୧⋆.

summary; john b has been holding out all day, so when you tell him to wait another few minutes before you have sex, he decided not to. the consequences can be faced when you come to them

content; piss

“johnbee,” you speak happily against his lips as he kisses you greedily. his hand grips at your ass and pulls you down onto him. you can tell what he wants. “woah, wait a minute,” you giggle at his urgency, “I gotta go pee first.”

“uh uh.” he murmurs, “no.. stay here.. c’mon. stay here.” he urges, pulling you back down when you try to climb off of him.

you giggle again, “jeez, have you got no patience?” you sit up, grinning down at him. he’s hard as a rock, you can feel it under you. you can’t really blame him, he woke up horny, he was horny all day, he’s horny now. you’d had things to do all day, now is the first chance you’ve had to attend to him.

you’re both on the couch, the sun is setting through the window, creating a natural dim in light, really setting the mood in stone.

“I have been waiting hours!” he smiles, letting his head flop back in drama, “you’re really going to make me wait longer? really baby? I do so much for you.”

he sits up again, grabbing you and kissing on your neck with great affection. you laugh again, god, who knew your boyfriend could be so needy. “one minute john b. one minute!”

he doesn’t release his grip, “no.. stay.. c’mon mama please.” oh, he did that. he’s doing that. he used the name and now he’s looking up at you with those stupid big puppy dog eyes that he uses so rarely.

you sigh wearily, “fine, I’ll stay. but if I pee on you then you only have yourself to blame.” you joke. it’s meant as a complete joke, you’re not even desperate. the possibility that you might actually pee barely occurs to you at this point in time.

john b grins, leaning back and beginning to undo his pants to reveal tented boxers, and when he pulls those down it reveals his dick. thick and veiny, he looks ready to nut already, the tip glossy and visibly sensitive.

you smile and lower down with his help. he lets out a guttural groan of appreciation, head falling back on his pillow and eyes rolling. he’d been needing this all day, the poor guy.

“ohh john b,” you groan as you begin to move your hips. it feels good for you too, he is huge after all, and you would be lying if you said that extra bit of pressure in your bladder isn’t helping.

it goes as it always does, you start out strong, you ride till your heart's content, feeling every bit of pleasure and giving him every bit of it back. as you go on he has to start helping you out, you’re getting tired.

his hands are on your hips, rocking you back and forth as you keep your hands on his chest to support yourself sitting up. there is so much pleasure coursing through you, but there’s also something else.

a growing pressure in your bladder, one that surely wouldn’t be there if you’d actually gone to the bathroom before starting like you normally do. as it gets bigger and more desperate you really do try to keep the need in, not wanting to cut this moment short.

unfortunately you feel as though you can’t wait, “john b stop.. I'm sorry.. I need to pee.” you try to slow yourself to a stop, but it’s hard with his hands so firm on your hips, making you move whether you like it or not. he's so much stronger than you, you really can't fight it.

“uh uh,” he grunts, not breaking the gaze that he’s making right into your eyes, brows furrowed in concentration and deep feeling, “you can wait. m’nearly done.”

“seriously john b.. I’m gonna pee..” this has all taken a quick turn, you’re suddenly filled with anxiety and desperation to run off right now and relieve yourself in private.

“then do it.” he says bluntly, still not stopping his movements, “if you’re so desperate then you can do it right here.”

oh god. you can feel it coming. it’s almost like his words motivated your body to become even more in need of relief. you try to hold it off, you really do. but at the end of the day, he told you to do it.

your face scrunches up as you finally allow yourself to relax. immediately you feel the warm liquid trickling down your legs. with the relaxation of your muscles brings the ability for you to also have another type of release, one more pleasurable.

so there you are, with a newfound burst of energy, grinding your hips down as you piss all over your boyfriend's dick. it’s disgusting, but in that erotic kind of way that makes it the hottest thing ever.

john b cums too, shooting a load up inside of you. his face furrows in pleasure for a moment before he exhales heavily, recovering from his climax at the same time as you.

no matter how gross that was, you have to admit, it was some fucking good sex.

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deathofacupid · 7 months ago

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helloo this is my first time in a while requesting so if this doesn't make much sense then that's whyy

could I please request peter parker with an s/o who does competitive cheer as a sport, and gets hurt a lot because they have a lot of main parts in routines (like tumbling nd holding girls up nd stuff), peter is always concerned for them cuz they r always hurting something but he also loves seeing them perform at comps and stuff

if you want a better understanding of the sport u could research! but thanks in advance <3

pom-poms and bruises | peter parker

a/n: your request was great, no worries! i did do my fair share of research, but lemme tell you, my knowledge on cheer (or, like, any sport) is mad limited. if i got some information incorrect, i apologize in advance! i took... creative liberties (?) and changed some minor details - instead of competitive cheer, it's high school cheer. enjoy the fic, and i hope i did this request it's justice. sorry this took so long!!

summary: peter can't help but worry seeing you all bruised up, but no matter what, he's your biggest fan.

warnings: the ouchies, innuendos to sex

pairing: fem!cheerleader!reader x peter parker

word count: 1.8k+ words

"oh jeez," peter sighs, rubbing his thumb over the bruise on your cheek. it was a blue-purple, indicating that it was fresh. "what happened?"

you wave him off, grinning, "you know how it goes, battle scars and all."

"scar?" he cocks a brow.

sighing, "battle bruise isn't half as badass."

"right, i forgot the most important thing is proclaiming our dominance in the social hiearchy of the big ol' globe. and obviously not our physical health."

"you wouldn't understand, baby. it's a full time job."

gently, peter pushes you up against your locker. leaning in to whisper, he says, "i wouldn't, angel? best believe i've got battle scars of my own."

"ugh. so not the same. not everyone has the luck of getting to be a human-spider."

"yeah, okay, luck."

"you seriously cannot complain," you deadpan. "that bite did you favors! like, down there, you grew at least- mmph-!"

peter covers your mouth with his hand, "we are not having this conversation."

"it was a compliment! i mean, it's not like you sucked before or anything. i'm just saying it... improved... you."

"somehow, this isn't going the direction you think it is."

"oops. i didn't mean to hurt your over-inflating ego."

"first off, if anyone has an ego that needs to be kept in check, it's you."

"don't blame me," you tell him, "blame the girls," you're referring to your cheer team, pinching his cheeks. "but... maybe i can compensate with a kiss?"

he feigns annoyance, "i suppose." in response, you lean in for a kiss, melting at his touch.

peter kisses your bruise as well, letting it linger for a moment longer. "does it hurt?" he asks.

"barely," you shrug, leaning in for more, but he isn't quite focused on that at the moment. giving you a look, he softly pokes your cheek, to which you wince.

"right. barely."

"don't be a worry-wart, worry-wart."

"i'm not! 'm just concerned!"

"puh-lease," you scoff. "you come back worse! remember that time you broke and entered into my bedroom, then proceed to bleed out onto that cute new rug?"

he looks down, epitome of cute puppy. "yes," peter says, guilty, "i do."

you pat his stomach, nuzzling your nose against his. "see? so you have nothing to worry about. me, on the other hand," you trail off.

"nah. you don't have anything to worry about either, angel."

"watch me worry anyways," you snort.

he pinches your cheeks, and you swat his hands away. "watch it!"

"you're my intellectual property."

"oh, so you're objectifying me now?"

"wait- no! no, of course not!"

"lemme me just say right now, may would not be happy."

peter groans, shoving you away.

"no!" you giggle, "i'm sorry! i won't snitch!"

he peeks an eye open, turning his head just barely to look at you. "fine, i guess," peter pulls you back.

"hey, petey?"

"hm?" he asks, nuzzled in your neck. there's just a few minutes before class starts, and he wants to make the most of it.

"are you coming to the game? it's my first year of being captain, and, well, it'd be cool if you came." suddenly you're more bashful than giggly, and he's quick to assure you.

"are you kidding me? of course i'm coming. i'm not missing the chance to see my girl shine.

"you sure? because i know you don't care for foot-"

"shhh," he presses his palm to your mouth. "yeah, i hate football, but i just to happen to love y- god!" he exclaims as you lick his hand, but in your defense, what did peter expect?"

"you put in on my mouth!"

peter narrows his eyes at you, "vermin."

"see you tonight?"

"see you tonight," peter replies as the bell rings. with one last kiss, you part ways.

your hair was done, two yellow and blue bows to tie the look together. midtown theme eyeshadow was painted on your eyelids, with stars dotted on your cheekbones. you have your cheer uniform on, and you're basically jumping with how giddy you are.

part of you is nervous, because you don't want to mess this up. every year, a senior is picked to be captain, with a junior as a mentee. not only do you have to set a good example for the junior this year, but you have to wow everyone.

checking your makeup one more time, you grab your purse, heading out to the car.

by the time you get there, your teammates are already stretching. on the other side of the field, football players are warming up. last year, liz was captain, well, before she moved. then she got replaced by gwen.

you knew liz and peter... okay, so you weren't completely sure, but they had something. some part of you wanted to be better than liz, entirely for peter. you know it was silly, but you felt like you had something to prove. some families are already in, which is funny, because there's an hour to the game.

it's normally parents and friends of the cheerleaders/players that get here before most people, but there are some occasions.

peter's here, you know that. you haven't looked for him yet, but as you get up, you scan the bleacher. finally, you spot a curly, brown-haired boy (it helps that he's waving like crazy) and his aunt. you blow a kiss to them, grin present of your face.

tasha, one your girls, taps your shoulder, "we're gonna run our routine a couple times, okay? just before the game starts." you pull your eyes away from may and peter, nodding at her.

the familiar music of your routine starts playing. the first part's easy, synchronized movements, shoulder-to-shoulder.

as the routine progresses, you feel the familiar rush of adrenaline. you spot the base of the pyramid, their arms outstretched, and with a deep breath, you allow yourself to be pulled upwards.

their grip is firm and reassuring as you climb, hand over hand, until you reach the apex. a split second later, you're soaring through the air, launching into a full backflip.

as you launch yourself into the backflip, you feel your body twist off-axis. the ground rushes up to meet you, and with a sickening thud, you land flat on your face. a gasp escapes your lips, the sting of impact radiating through your jaw.

the cheers falter for a moment, but your teammates are quick to react. they rush to your side, concern etched on their faces. you sit up, momentarily stunned, but the pain quickly makes itself known.

just as soon as it's there, it's gone, leaving you slightly sore. "i'm okay!" you call out, lopsided smile on your face. the first person you look for is peter, who's already heading towards you.

gently, he moves everyone away. "jesus, are you okay? what'd you fall onto? your head? wait, are you dizzy? lightheaded? nauseated?" peter grabs your by the chin, hurry to inspect everything on your face.

"baby, baby," you say, cradling his hand. "i'm okay, i swear. i might've bruised something... like my ego," you joke, smile on your face, but he is not amused.

"no? okay. well, honestly my jaw is too, or will be," you point to the left side. "'s red?"

"yeah," he winces, "it's gonna leave a nasty bruise." you're sure it's not as bad with makeup on, but you can't be sure.

"does anyone have concealer?" you call out.

jenny, a girl that's your shade nods, "yeah! i'll grab it!" she tosses it to you, and you catch it perfectly.

peter presses his lips together, "so no concussion?"

"because i caught it? to be fair, that was mostly luck."

his eyes widen. "but no! i don't have any concussions!"

peter tilts his head, "icepack?"

"nah. i'm good, really."

he hesitates, "okay. be careful though, seriously." you don't feel like hearing a lecture right now, so you nod quickly.

"i will, i will!"

"because i swear-"

"you won't have to! i'm all good. now leave," you joke, "you're embarrassing me. if i wanted to be smothered, i would've asked for my mom."

he blows a raspberry at you, and gives you a quick kiss. "be careful," he repeats, "and good luck!" he jogs back over to may, and you watch him leave.

jenny giggles as you brush yourself off, "you guys are so cute."

blushing, you murmur a thanks. quickly, you grab your phone to cover up the forming bruise. and there's not really time for another run-through.

all you can do is hope it won't happen again.

there's a small dance at the start of the game and some other here and there, but it's not anything crazy. what is crazy is halftime.

as you get into your position, you fidget. "you'll be great," one of the girls tell you.

"thank you," you smile.

"yeah, no, you will," says another.

you don't feel super ready, not after that fall, but there's not much you can do about it.

the song, louder than before, echoes through your eardrums, a roll of excitement passes through you. no matter how anxious you are, you'll always love cheer.

it's your safe place.

the music swells, and you launch into a series of cheers with your teammates, your voice ringing out in perfect unison. as the routine progresses, you feel the familiar rush of adrenaline. you spot the base of the pyramid, their arms outstretched, and with a deep breath, you allow yourself to be pulled upwards.

their grip is firm and reassuring as you climb, hand over hand, until you reach the apex. a split second later, you're soaring through the air, launching into a full backflip.

you twist perfectly, landing with a confident thud back in the waiting arms of your base. the crowd erupts in cheers, and you beam, the thrill of the successful stunt coursing through you.

you did it, and everyone's squealing. peter's not that far from where you are, and you can hear him shrieking; "that's my girlfriend!"

you grin at him, and he whoops again.

the rest of the game flies by, and you finish the last routine. midtown ends up winning 20-17.

peter scooping you up in his arms, spinning you around. "that was awesome! seriously, like, mind-blown! and you didn't fall this time!"

may comes up beside him, hugging you, "you did fantastic, sweetheart. freaked me out with that fall, though," she chuckles, and you kiss her cheek. "my bad," you tell her, rubbing the back of your neck.

"hey, pete, hun, i'm gonna head out, okay? hospital shift was crazy."

you frown, "was it late?"

may sighs, "two a.m. to five p.m."

"oh, may, you should've gone home to get rest!"

"and miss my lovely girl's big night? you're crazy."

"aww," you coo, hugging her again. "sleep well, okay?"

"oh, please, i'll be knocked out like a baby." you laugh as she leaves.

"we should totally get ice cream," peter says.

"ooh, yes!"

"wait, don't you have an after party?"

"i'd rather spend it with you," peter pecks your lips. "and, we can have extra dessert," he winks.

you frown in confusion, "like cupcakes too? can we get cho- oh. oh! i really, really like that idea."

"good. i'm gonna let you know how badass of a girlfriend you are."

"why don't we skip straight to the second dessert? switch things up?"

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