#all buff n manly...

[murderofravens]

guys hear me out ... yuuji with light chest hair 🫣

[back2bluesidex]

Standing Next To You - JJK (18+)

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Theme: PWP, SMUT, Angst, Fluff, established relationship au

Wordcount: 1.2k+

Summary: Your and Jungkook's relationship is all about dark rooms, shadows, rendezvous and secrecy. It pains you to even think that you can't claim him as yours in front of the world. But Jungkook is always there to set your fears free because he loves you even more than you love him.

Warnings: public sex, backstage sex, explicit sex, crying, moaning, dirty talk, spitting, unprotected sex (don't try this at home), creampie, multiple orgasm, Jungkook is whipped. NSFW!!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: This turned out to be more angsty than I intended it to be lol. But it's spicy regardless.

“Baby please! Just one kiss?” Jungkook whispers right next to your ear. 

“Jungkook… we can’t!” you reply as silently as possible, shoving him a little bit, making sure not to shake up the makeshift changing room. 

“We can. Just a quickie won’t hurt, baby.” He presses his body on yours even more. Your steps falter, being unable to take the weight of his body on yours. 

“Quicky? Are you out of your mind? You are two minutes away from your performance! You wanna exhaust yourself now?” you try to put some senses in his mind, while shoving him away again. But he won’t budge and you are no match for his well-worked-out, manly, buff physique. 

“Come on, Y/N. Please. I beg you.” Jungkook’s mouth already sits on your throat, placing soft and small kisses, which will soon turn into bruising possessiveness painted just for the world to see.

So bad you can’t paint him like you. You can’t claim him to be yours in front of the world. 

Jungkook’s mouth does its part of reaching to your sweet spot and nibbling as hard as he can. 

You hiss. The sensession gathers heat in your stomach.

“Don’t mark me!” you spat at him, a little more harshly than you intended it to be. But you can’t help it. This secrecy of your relationship has been taking a toll on you lately. You have been drowsed into a spiral of overbearing thoughts. The continuous surveillance of his label on your life, your relationship, is unsettling you way too much. 

Jungkook’s pretty eyes widen at your harsh tone. 

It’s new. The way you have been protesting today, almost shoving him away from your body, resisting his kisses and now asking him not to mark you, all of it is new. 

In two years of your secret relationship, it has become pretty usual for you guys to find a rendezvous and claim each other inside shadows. You never had a problem with it… until today. 

“Has anything happened? Did the company do anything again?” Jungkook stares deep into your eyes. Confusions, questions and even fears spill out of his dark orbs. You know if you don’t distract him now, he will read you out and that may hamper his upcoming performance. 

“No-nothing.” your murmur, this time pulling him closer to you, “I signed an NDA, Jungkook. Do you want your label to come after me for sporting your hickeys in front of all the staff and reporters backstage?” 

Jungkook’s skilled hand unbuttons your jeans and slides inside your underwear within a few seconds. Your eyes fall shut as soon as his rough fingers come in contact with your clit. 

Jungkook smirks at your reaction. It’s amazing how contrasting your statements and your reactions are. He knows only he can do this to you. Only he can break your resolve and take away all of your senses. 

“All I want, darling, is” he plunges two of his fingers into your leaking hole while the fat of his thumb draws smooth circles on your clit, “to fuck you raw in front of everyone so that they know you belong to me. I don’t want this secrecy anymore. I want to tell everyone that I am all yours and only yours.” 

Your fingers dig on Jungkook’s naked biceps as he scissors his fingers and stretches your hole out. His words set your heart on overdrive.

“My fat cock drilled you so many times but you are still so tight, fuck! You-” he groans as you moan his name, “you are perfect. I love you so fucking much.” with that he twists his fingers and presses on your g-spot and then within a few seconds you are spasming all over his hands and your underwear. 

“Fuck baby. You cummed so much. You will take me now like a good girl. Won’t you?” He does a quick job of undoing his belt and pants. 

You probably should thank his stylist before heading home. These dress pants and buttoned up vest have elevated his entire look on a different level. The sleeveless vest provides the entire view of his tattooed arm, something that you are totally weak for. You started salivating the moment he emerged from the green room. But before you could compliment him, he was dragging you towards this dingy space. 

Jungkook’s cock springs out of his boxers and slaps against his abdomen. 

Your eyes greedily fall on his erection as he spreads his palm before your mouth. You look up at him feigning innocence.

“Spit.” he orders. And you spit. 

He pumps his length a few times preparing it to lodge inside you. Meanwhile you kick your heels off, strip off your jeans and panties and make yourself ready. 

“Good girl” Jungkook murmurs as he lines his cock on your entrance. Wrapping your hands around his neck, you keep him as close as possible. 

Once Jungkook’s tip is inside your cunt, he pushes the rest in one go. Your body jerks up as an impact, silent curses falling out of your lips. Giving you time to adjust, he unbuttons your blouse, pulls down your bra and sets your tits free. 

“Move now.” you whisper, which Jungkook complies to. 

Your back hits the wall as he thrusts into you roughly making you groan.

His thrusts are so rough and deep right from the start that you start moaning even when you know you should not. Even when you know what the result could be. 

Jungkook winds up one hand around your waist to keep you steady, places another hand on one of your tit massaging it gently and seals his mouth with yours in an earth-shattering kiss. 

His lips are desperate. He raves you with so much passion that you want to cry. Nobody can love you as much as Jungkook and yet you can’t even show off this love. 

His hips are restless. His cock deliciously pounds into your sloppy cunt making it tough for you to even breathe properly. 

He groans into your mouth as you cum for a second time in less than ten minutes, coating his cock with your juices. 

Your orgasm triggers his own and Jungkook unloads himself inside you. Shooting his white, thick, hotness inside you, he paints your walls, claims you in his own way.

“Jungkook, you are next in the line.” his manager screams from outside. There is an annoyance in his tone that suggests that he knows what exactly are you two up to. 

“I’m out in two minutes, hyung.” Jungkook screams back breathlessly. 

You get teary. Jungkook is about to return to his place. He will perform and thousands of souls will fall in love with him yet again. All while you will stand under his shadow, in secrecy, so that no one knows of your existence, of the love that is blooming in between you two.

As if reading your mind, Jungkook opens his mouth to ease your fears, “We'll survive the test of time, Y/N. No matter what the situation is, they can’t deny our love. They can’t divide us. Just a few more days, baby and then I will proudly be standing next to you. I promise.” 

Your tears fall free and he kisses those away. Two pairs of lips meet again as he tries to seal the moment before he leaves you alone for the rest of the night.

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Idkk if your request are closed but if they aren’t could you do a fic of Pablo gavi were he loves your lip mask or lip gloss. He love the smell and taste and he gets whiny if you don’t let him kiss you when you have it on and sometimes uses it for him self, but you didn’t know and maybe one day you caught him using it!! 🩷🥹

strawberry kisses - pablo gavi

summary: pablo finally shoots his shot with his (best)friend

genre: fllluuufff

a/n: ITS BEEN SO LONG I‘M SO SORRY, also idk when i‘ll be back but here‘s a cute little story to make amends lmao

———

Pablo‘s eyes were glued on the girl in front of him, his gaze flickering from her eyes to her glossy lips.

Y/n casually applied her favorite scented lipgloss while the light breeze of the November evening messed up her straightened hair. Still, in Pablo‘s eyes she was absolutely beautiful.

Y/n’s face lit up at something Aurora must’ve said, and the sound of her laughter echoed through the dimly lit backyard.

The brunette footballer was completely enchanted by the girl. He had always been.

Pablo and Y/n knew each other now for a few years, their mothers became friends through work a long time ago.

Right now Y/n was visiting Pablo’s family in Barcelona, staying with them for a few days and going to Pablo’s game the next afternoon.

All these years of knowing each other consisted of platonic feelings from both sides until now - or that’s what they at least thought.

Pablo had been having a weird feeling in his stomach during the last few encounters with her. One, that normally appeared when he would see a cute girl walking by or when he had a (unsuccessful) talking stage.

The footballer just couldn’t take his eyes off of his friend. He found a liking in everything Y/n did. Pablo had always liked her, Y/n was easy to talk to, sympathetic and pretty. But lately these friendly feelings seemed to have turned into much more.

Pablo noticed how beautifully styled her hair was every day, how she always used the same vanilla scent and how the tiny strawberry gloss seemed to be always in her purse, ready to be applied.

His stomach fluttered every time Y/n smiled at him, just like now.

Aurora and his mother have gotten up, giving him a peck onto his cheek and disappearing inside the house.

Y/n waved him over, making Pablo realize that they were now alone.

„It seems like my mom loves you more than me.“ He joked, eliciting the sound of her laughter while Y/n simultaneously shook her head at his comment.

„You should have known that a long time ago, dummy.“ Y/n replied, looking Pablo in the eyes with a small smile.

The brunette grinned at her answer, feeling his cheeks flush with warmth, having to break the eye contact in embarrassment.

„Since when have you become so shy? Where are the usual ratty jokes?“ She continued teasing, not knowing Pablo’s heart was beating out of his chest.

„I‘ve matured.“ He simply stated, looking back at Y/n who was absentmindedly looking for her strawberry lipgloss.

„True, you’re all manly and buff.“ His eyes shot up to hers, looking if there was any sign of sarcasm or teasing. Oddly enough there wasn’t.

„You think so?“ Pablo carefully followed, watching Y/n apply the lipgloss ever so smoothly with a thick layer.

„Mhm.“ The girl simply nodded, but Pablo saw Y/n‘s cheeks turn deep red soon after.

„You look good too, it’s been a while.“

Y/n chuckled, a small smile covering her face as she avoided Pablo‘s gaze. The footballer became much more confident once he realized Y/n wouldn’t block away his comments, even complimenting him first.

With all the courage he had in that moment, he made Y/n‘s face turn towards him by placing two fingers under her chin. It felt like time stood still, their eyes meeting in the dark, both unsure what was about to happen.

Pablo finally couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her and took a last glance at her glossed lips before feeling them on his own.

With all doubts now washed away, they could both enjoy what they have been dreaming about these last few months.

Once they both broke apart, the two smiled nervously at each other before Y/n spoke up.

„By the way I could tell you wanted to kiss me, you never stopped staring at my lips.“ Y/n giggled, earning a little scoff from Pablo.

„I am indeed weirdly attracted to that strawberry gloss of yours.“ He smirked and leaned back in to kiss her a second time.

„Are you only attracted to the lipgloss or also attracted to me?“ Y/n sarcastically asked, slightly tilting her head to mess even more with Pablo.

„I am attracted to the lipgloss but madly in love with you, don’t worry.“ Pablo sealed his words with a third kiss, letting Y/n melt into his arms after his confession.

[shuenkio]

Pretty please | Yjw. 🐇

Paring: Jungwon x m!reader : Genre: Fluffy

Synopsis: He was desperate to have you when he heard a conversation you'd never date him.

Cw: Cheesy line attack (12am cringe thought expect less y'all)

Non proof read | Eng is not my 1st lang

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

Crd dividers (Anitalenia) and the owner of pics

A&N: Head empty once filled when I was listening to ' pretty please ' such a mood what if he'd do these— (jkd au) you called these drabble right? Not sure... [This was so cringe at some point naurrr]

Imagine living your normal life peacefully until a cute guy comes crushing in. His name really did explain his own character. Like garden sheep? Pretty new and adorable.

But that was your first impression of him on the day you first met him in front of the school office. His face is round like a dumpling, his sharp eye liner is tight up above the end corner like a cat's eyes, and his pupils are as cute as boba. Jungwon is the most bubbly, lovely little guy ever. And it's actually what you were thinking back then.

Present time, He was a total opposite. Jungwon became taller, had buff body proportions, and last but not least, his maturity turned manly. Everyone would not dare approach him at school since his look could kill well for you; this was an exception. He still acts silly, like a ball of sunshine, just to get your eyes only. Who knows, maybe both of you are friends? Or did Jungwon think the other way?

Lately, the last few weeks after the exam, he started to act strange. He has a lot of physical touch, craves attention, is clingy like a koala, and would find any way to be with you, holding you in his grips. Growing suspicious and with a weird expression on his face, you wanted to ask him why, but before that could happen, he was already there.

During the times you talk to your friend, chitchatting about your crush, Jungwon happens to walk by and hears you saying—

"What? No, Jungwon was my boyfriend. Why would you think like that? There's no dating; don't get the wrong  idea." Denying the statement. Those sentences making Jungwon low-key sad about the fact he's giving all his signals to you just vanished. Msybey, it was not there; you're too oblivious to even bother to ensure him, so after school, Jungwon asked you to meet him somewhere you both usually go.

There he goes again—too strange, too weird—but you keep unziping until you get your answer.

When you arrived at the spot, you heard a sob while he was back facing you. Did you just hear him cry? Rare.

Heart almost dropped to the floor, turning him around as his face filled with broken pieces, red eyes, dry tears, and a puffing face. There's no way you actually witness your boyfriend crying; he's too cute to be in tears.

"What's wrong? Won-ie," asks him gently, trying to maintain the atmosphere as clear as clam ever. Hearing you ask only to fuel it even more, by seeing your face, he's already planned the future with you. He wants you; he likes you, but would you return his feelings? That day he eavesdropped, which is already enough, yet he can't accept it; he needs to do something.

"M/N, I have never cried before, but—can I ask something crazy?" Mumble in a low tone; try not to hic from streaming tears. Slowly lock his contact on yours, waiting for your next answer.

Nod and respond with action instead of words. Jungwon, then take a deep breath before kneeling on both knees, holding on to your hands.

Chin up, staring at your speechless reaction, as he processes to utter:

"Please take me; please love me, m/n. I had never done such cringe-worthy, cheesy things like these before, yet you made me. It's hard every day to not love someone like you. You're something I need every day, my very best friend, that I don't consider one but more than that!

Pretty please, I'll let you ruin my heart even if you have to just let me love you." Desperately, a lion could turn into a cat if it needed to; for what they love, unexpected things could happen. Jungwon is actually begging for you to let you hurt him just for him to love you?

"Jungwon—don't get me wrong, i uh ashh, you probably heard my conversation with my friends...

나도 좋아해"

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🗣️ Please mind my English! ><

Ps: COPY AND PASTE KOREAN SENTENCE FOR BETTER EXPERIENCE 😜

[sushis-wild-imagination]

New Years With You (SeungCheol x reader)

Part of the Over a Decade Series.

Summary: Its New Years and Y/N is wasted.

Seventeen Masterlist &lt;3

“Yah, y/n’s knocked out, how are we gonna get her home?” 

“I can get home” you slurred and almost passed out.

“We’re screwed”

One of your friends puts her head in her hand. You were drunk as hell laying on the floor of one of her friends' empty house. It was New Years and you and your friends were drinking, you were too excited you ended up drinking even before it was 12 and you were also out before it was 12.

They were pacing around while suddenly one of them clicked on one of your friends. 

“Choi Seungcheol is in town”

On the other side of the neighborhood, Choi Seunghcheol, who came back from uni to celebrate Christmas and new years with his family, receives a distress call from your friends about you being completely wasted. It was one of your first times getting drunk. You didn’t even know your capacity.

The girls greeted Seungcheol as he was their senior in school. He squats down to your level and you sit up.

“Yah Who is this?” You ask, you weren't even sure who that was because your vision was so blurry. You poke his cheek with your index finger to feel his dimples.

“He’s handsome” you say and this bring sone giggles in the room.

“Y/N calling me handsome? Oh, You’re a goner” he sighs.

“Let’s get you home” he pulls you by the arm and up on your feet.

He ends up helping you out of the house. It was a small neighborhood you could just walk home it was that close.

You were singing some random kpop song really loudly and could hear him say “we’re screwed” under his breath. You stumbled while he helps you not face plant into the concrete.

“Is it 12 yet?” You ask suddenly and you stop singing.

“Not yet, 5 minutes more” he looks at his wrist watch.

“Quick make a wish” your drunk self says.

Your drunk self joins your hands as you try not to wobble and lose balance. You start a monologue.

“I pray for eomma, I hope she’s healthy and happy, I hope she gets a million customers for her restaurant”

Cheol giggles at that.

“Appa... don’t have one”

His heart sinks listening to what you had just said. He was not sure if you were sentimental or just straight up stating facts.

“Next is..... the number one friend in my entire life” she does a little twirl when she says the ‘entire.’

“Choi SeungCheol, my best friend of more than 10 years, I wish him happiness and success, but we fought, a few months ago” you say, tearing up a little. Boy, Alcohol really did a number on you.

“I miss him”

His heart melts hearing it. He puts his hand under your chin to lift it up to see your eyes. “Yah, you're crying?!” He asks you chuckling and fixing your jacket that was almost falling off, it was freezing outside.

“He’s so nice and kind, I’m so thankful that he’s constantly looking out for me, I wish allllllll his problems go away and he’s always happy,” you continued covering your face with your hands.

"Wait" Confusion took over your face.

“Would being happy all the time drive him insane?” You ask the air. 

“Ah whatever” You brush it off and that makes Cheol laugh out loud. “He’s my best friend” you drunk cried.

Seungcheol found this adorable. He pats your hair saying ‘aigoo aigoo aigoo’ while you hold on to his bicep trying not to trip on your feet, it felt like the road beneath you was floating away, like you were on a treadmill. He had gotten a lot more buff since he started going to uni. A lot more manly. He became a lot more attractive than he already was.

The sudden fireworks really scared the shit out of you and you jumped.

“Is it 12 now?” You ask confused. “I guess so”

Your drunk self pulls Cheols by his jacket to press your lips against his. Seungcheol froze under your touch but snaps back to his senses like a second later. You could hear the fireworks behind you. He pulls away not knowing if this is something you want or you were just being drunk. 

“You have to kiss someone at 12, its a rule! You don’t know the rules?” You say after you pull back but still close.

Seungcheol was frozen, he never fully realised these feelings that come and go. It drove him nuts that he could never figure out how he felt about you. His eyes don't leave yours.

"I don't, I don't know" he responds softly.

[atinyjules]

Eyes Off You Ft. Park Jisung {ch-3}

A/n: Your favorite resident yapper is back again with ch-3! Judging from the notifications I'm getting, you guys seem to like it a lot. MAKES ME SO HAPPY! I was gonna post it yesterday, but sadly, due to a storm, the whole town was basically in an electricity black out. And me being stupid, I posted chapter 2 and wasted the remaining battery by watching Jisungs fancams and edits (no regrets).

Well, anyway here it iss

The mini masterlist for this series can be found here

"I knoww, mom~" Lianna whined as she spoke to her mom on the phone. Today was her first day of class, and her mother called to give her some pointers.

"Mom! Your daughter is not the type of woman to throw herself at the boys!" She exclaimed as she put on her lip gloss.

"Okay, okay... now end the call! It's late back home. Mom, sleep well and I'll call you after class. Okay, love you too." She smiled and ended the call before getting ready and walking downstairs to see her brother prepare breakfast.

"Would you look at that. You're actually cooking." Lianna said, making her brother chuckle as he plated her breakfast and put it on the table infront of her.

"I might not look like it, but I can prepare a decent meal." He said as Lianna chuckled and began eating the chicken soup and rice her brother made for her.

"Mark and Haechan came over last night." Johnny said making Lianna choke on her soup.

"What?!" Lianna exclaimed as her brother sighed and patted her back to help her clear her throat.

"You looked really tired, so I didn't tell you." He said as Lianna drank water and cleared her throat.

"Well, I was... but a little heads up could've been good." Lianna said, making her brother smile and pat her hair.

"You're gonna see them anyway, so just eat up nicely first." Johnny said as she continued eating.

Lianna's

"I'm so nervous." I said, feeling a little giddy as Sungchan wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"Don't worry, it's not that bad. You just go say hi and all, and you're all good." He said as Shotaro gave me a thumbs up.

"You got this! Oh, Eunseok's stop is arriving." Shotaro said, and almost immediately, a buff looking dude entered the bus with a blank expression.

"Eunseok! Over here!" Eunseok looked up and smiled before sitting next to Shotaro.

"Morning guys, oh... Lia? I'm Eunseok, we texted in the group chat last night." He said as I nodded with a smile and happily accepted his fist bump.

"HI! Bro... you look so manly compared to your profile picture." I said, making everyone laugh as Eunseok turned around hiding his face.

(The picture in question)

"Oh my gawd, stop." He said as we chuckled.

After the bus ride, we reached the university. I gasped as I marveled at the gate in front of me.

It's bigger than I expected...

"Where's Wonbin?" I asked, referring to the boy I had the most fun chatting with.

"Forget about him. He's always pretending to be the main character by coming late to class." Eunseok said, making me laugh before abruptly stopping and hiding my face.

"What's wrong?" Sungchan asked as I hid behind the three boys.

"Shh..." I shushed them before watching Jisung and Mark walk away.

"Why are you hiding from Park Jisung and Mark Lee?" Eunseok asked as I sighed.

"Remember that jerk I told you about who abandoned me after becoming popular?" I said, making them nod before Shotaro gasped.

"Don't tell me it's them!" He whispered, making the other two gasp.

"No, Mark is a good friend of Johnny, it's Jisung." I said with an annoyed tone.

"I knew it. They were no good. You do realise that they're a part of the Dream Squad, right?" Sungchan said making me gasp.

"No, wonder. Ugh...jerk." I mumbled when a gasp caught my attention.

"I knew it! So that jerk has always been a stuck-up." I turn to see Wonbin next to me, making me shriek.

"When did you get here? I'm surprised you actually woke up." Eunseok said, making Wonbin lower his sunglasses to roll his eyes at Eunseok.

"I wake up only when I think something or someone deserves my presence. Don't think it's you monkeys....Lia!" Wonbin exclaimed before hugging me, making me smile as he broke the hug and looked at me.

"Girl, we have a LOT to talk about." He said, making me nod as we walked towards the door.

After talking for a while, I headed to my classroom with a nervous feeling. I successfully found my classroom and sat on an empty chair before organizing my stuff. After awkwardly looking out the window, I heard the sound of the chair next to me being pulled, so I turned to see a guy casually sitting in the seat next to me without a word.

He was really tall but not as tall as Sungchan and seemed to be a lot quieter than Sungchan. The boy calmly took out his mask and began arranging his things.

"Stop staring. Your eyes are bulging out." He said in a calm voice without looking at me, making me embarrassed as I mumbled a sorry before starting to scribble random notes and lyrics in my book.

"Lee Chanyoung... but I dare you to call me that." He said making me look at him.

"What am I supposed to call you then?" I said, making him clear his throat before removing his glasses and turning towards me.

"Anton, everyone calls me Anton." Jmhe said making me nod as I shook his hand.

"I'm Lianna Suh." I said as he hummed in response before speaking to me in English.

"I'm not being discriminating but... you're not from here, are you?" He asked, making me widen my eyes as I answered him in English.

"I'm from Chicago." I say as he let's out a sigh of reflef(?) Or annoyance(?).

"Thank goodness. I was feeling so awkward since I thought I was gonna be the only one from the States. We're besties now, and you aren't allowed to ever leave my side." He said, catching me by surprise.

"Okay..." I said when I felt eyes on us. I turn around to see a boy blankly staring at me and Anton.

"What's your deal?" Anton spoke in Korean as the boy cleared his throat and sat straight.

"Continue your English conversation... I was just watching you two speak. I'm Sohee, by the way." He said with a smile as we shook hands.

"I'm Anton and I don't like your vibe." Anton said making me widen my eyes and look at him.

"I'm Lianna, but you can call me Lia and Anton doesn't mean what he said." I said making Sohee laugh as Anton scoffed.

"Oh, I meant every word." Anton said with an offended look.

×××

Jisung's

"I haven't seen Lia yet. You saw her?" Mark asked me as I shook my head.

"Maybe the both of you can have a restart. You know, apologize and make up for everything." Mark said making me look down.

"Nah, I don't want to pressure her. I'd prefer for us to just pretend like the other doesn't exist." I said, making Mark pat my shoulder.

"I won't force you, but it's good to make up for past mistakes." He said when Jaemin and Jeno ran towards us with smirks gracing their faces.

"Already got a chick's number." Jaemin proudly showed us his paper with a phone number.

"So did I. But we didn't catch a glimpse of Johnny hyung's sister." Jeno said as Jaemin continued.

"We don't even know how she looks, though. What is she majoring in?" Jaemin asked as Mark smacked them with his book.

"Hey, it's their first day. Don't go around flirting with the juniors... especially Johnny's sister." Mark said as Jeno booed at Mark.

"You're boring. What's her major?" Jeno asked making Mark groan.

"Music. Don't go around searching for her. She wants to live a quiet and peaceful college life." Mark said making them boo at him before leaving.

"Ohhh, Jisung! There's a cute girl seaching for you." Jeno told me with a wink before the both of them ran away laughing.

"A girl?" Mark said looking at me.

"I don't know anyone from the first year students." I said as we headed to our respective classes.

I internally cheered the moment the lunch bell rang as I lazily got up and packed my books quickly before running towards the cafeteria, not realizing that I bumped into some people while doing so.

Lianna's

"You alright?" Anton asked me after we were shoved to the ground by the fucking menace to society, Park Jisung.

"Fuck no." I mumbled while massaging my knee.

"Who the fuck does that dude think he is?" Anton said as we sat on the ground.

"Tell me about it. He thinks he's the king of NCUA. Here, let me help." A random person said before pulling me back up on my feet and helping Anton get up.

"Thanks." I said as I dusted my clothes.

"No, problem. I'm Seunghan." He said with a smile as I shook his hand.

"Oh, I'm Lianna." I said with a smile before motioning Anton to introduce himself.

"I'm Anton. Hey, you know who that dude is?" Anton asked as Seunghan sighed while we headed towards the cafeteria.

"One of the Campus Kings of NCUA, Park Jisung. He's my senior." Seunghan said, making me roll my eyes at the title of campus king internally.

"I saw you guys at the program, I'm a first year, too. I don't know much about him, but a senior told me about him and his gang." Seunghan said as we entered the cafeteria.

"Gang...cringe. So... what's your major?" Anton asked as he proudly stood straight.

"Dance, of course!" He said as me and Anton nodded our heads and clapped for him.

"Ooh... that so cool. We're both music production majors." I said as he made an o with his mouth.

"Producing is hard. Kudos to you two!" He said with a smile.

"Thanks, are you having lunch with anyone?" I ask as he shakes his head.

"Not really." He said while thinking.

"Why don't you join us? We're having lunch with Lia's friends." Anton said making Seunghan smile.

"I'd love to! Thanks!" He said as we stood in line to get our food.

Jisung's

"I was starving." I said while eating my food.

"I can see that." Chenle said before laughing.

"Shut up." I said with a pout, making him laugh more.

"Damn, for a nerd... that girl was really fiesty." We look up to see Jeno and Jaemin with annoyed expressions.

"What now?" Renjun asked as they sighed.

"We were just teasing a kid, and his friend went berserk on us." Jaemin said as Jeno curled his fist tightly.

"So annoying. " Jeno mumbled when Haechan shushed them.

"Let's just eat lunch peacefully, yeah? I have a test the next period and I don't want to forget everything because of your yapping." Haechan said making me chuckle before all of us went back to eating.

After classes were over me and the guys were heading out together when Haechan stopped.

"Yo, Mark... doesn't that girl look like Lia?" Haechan said before Mark smacked Haechan's head.

"Cause that is her! Yo, Lianna Jade Suh!" Mark exclaimed and called for her by her full name. I froze the moment she turned around. She still had the icy and sour expression she had back in high school making a chill run through my spine.

She looked over at us once before breaking her gaze and walking away with her friends.

"Ouch." Haechan said as Mark stood there speechless.

"Well... if that's Johnny hyung's sister... she does not look chill and calm." Renjun muttered before Chenle looked over at Jeno and Jaemin.

"What?" Chenle asked them as they scoffed.

"That can't be Johnny hyung's sister." Jeno said, making me furrow my brows.

"Why not?" I asked as Jaemin threw her distant silhouette a dirty look.

"Cause she's the nerd who attacked us."

Lianna? Attack? But she's just a fluffy and cuddly baby!

That's it for this chapter 💖 ✨️

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Chapter 4 can be found here

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[sayyourprayers]

Why is the fandom so weird about Finn and Noah's appearences and body type? Finn is constantly get babygirlified in a false narrative bc people see him as 'soo gender' bc he is tall and slim, they even apply eating disorder to Mike? When there is nothing that points to that on the show (if you do not reach). Lets not act like it is not because of overfocusing on Finn's appearence. They are also so weird abt Noah, and it is just more uncomfortable due to him being gay. This overfocusing on someone's masculinity and not is so weird especially when people project it onto Will to erase his canonical gnc'ness when we know he has been shamed for being like that. And people getting weird because Noah has an ass? Like idk what to tell you but people are not in the wrong when theu draw Will as having a butt or as his canonical gnc portrayal. You (neutral you) are, in fact, making it weird by capitalizing on the butt aspect so much though or insisting on making him buff.

Overfamiliarity. Incredibly BORING definitions of what passes as OBVIOUSLY gay (☂️). Obsession with skinny white men who are tall and have visible lips and did 3 fashion shoots wearing high heels or long nails maybe. Wearing a cap backwards as being a sign of men men men men manly men men men. Idk. Conflating charACTORS. Even then using weird baselines for both. Purity culture. Taste or lack of it.

Calling Noah buff is like how in the 2000s anything above size 4 was considered big. N calling Finn the various things he's called is disrespectful to Harry Styles.

I dis/agree about the ED takes as they're not solely reliant on his physique. But they're not devoid of relying on those. I guess it depends whose justification you read. Matters not to me since I disagree with all.

Will having a butt is canon. They're giving him tight pants. The cast too have spoken about it. They gave him short shorts. I think it's their way of showing his flamboyance or preference towards not loose clothing unlike the other boys in his group and even the teens.

It's easy to make anything weird if you put your mind to it. And we know the fandom has an overactive imagination generally. But in ways antithetical to the supposed message of the show and hell even the legacy of Tumblr.

But freedom of expression enshrines freedom to bullshit. So here we are.

The reversal confuses me because I genuinely feel there is no sweeping intent tying all the people who partake in it. People do it cuz of Noah Finn weirdness. Or sometimes it's to kind of make byler feel more equal. Let's switch what's happened so far. So now Mike's the delicate one and the one pining while Will's the cool mofo slinging guns and tearing his shirts as he flexes to upturn a car. "Told you, physique!"

I would put more thought into it. But I'm not being paid enough or at all. N that's an area that's important to me but not top of the list.

Canon is superior simply cuz it's canon. It's superior even with its flaws and imperfections and bad execution and misplaced intentions and all that jazz. Because that's the only truth that can be debated upon.

Headcanons are their own thing and have fun go ham.

Fanon is rust. And we have seen it fucking up the fandom machinery. It basically checks a lot of the boxes to classify as orwellian. But it's a silly show so I feel silly saying it. But ya.

Just don't give a fuck. Be rude to people who are rude to you. Assert your dominance by pissing on bad takes. What do I tell you man? Fight fire with water.

[ghost-wysteria]

Their reactions to you picking them up/piggy back rides

Requested by @catsleftoe

you didnt say what gender you want the reader to be so im gonna do trans male reader bc my trans bbs need some love🥰

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Vance: bro would be perplexed, not even robin could pick him up and here you are?? He would be so proud but so confused, but also angry. "y/n why tf are you picking me up!! Put me down now!"

Robin: would also be confused but happy, would be so fcking proud of you for being this strong, as he knows that your scared of being seen as weak for being trans. "Look at you go, muscles" while jokingly rolling his eyes.

Finney: gasps when you pick him up, bro gets spooked easily(me), he absolutely asks you to carry him every from then on💀💀(in truth its just bc he wants you to feel strong<3), tells you how strong and buff you are "wow babe your such a buff manly man😎💪"(half jokingly, half to boost your ego)

Billy: bro probably doesnt like being picked up, caught off guard by it, "y/n please set me down love.", afterwards he'd compliment you for being strong enough to actually pick him up, lets you pick him up sometimes when your feeling dysphoric(bc it makes you feel masculine <3)

Bruce: gasps but then starts giggling like a mad man when your start spinning him around in your arms, lets you pick him up constantly, loves it especially when your hanging out and you just do randomly to kiss him or something "*intensely giggling like a psycho*"

Griffin: curses at you but then forces you to be his personal horse.. "giddy up horsey!!" Mf's a menace💀💀

(They're so cute i love all of them)

[zz-chikorita]

Are any of the characters in your Jolly Rogers series wimps when it comes to watching horror? Is anyone a movie buff, or perhaps REALLY into something like the MCU, or a movie snob in some way? If they had a movie night, would they argue over what movie to watch, or all want to see the same thing?

Leon. Is. The. Biggest. Horror. Wimp.

After watching something scary, he can't be by himself and thus will usually have Charizard out with him everywhere he goes, including within his own flat. If he's having trouble sleeping, Char will sleep with the front half of his body on Leon like he's a big ol' weighted blanket.

Leon's favorite thing to do was to put his hands on his hips and puff out his chest, getting all up into Rai's face and forcing their chests to touch. Of course, to anyone else, it looks like they're doing some sort of manly posturing, but in reality, Leon is communicating to him something along the lines of "You got me worked up you rat bastard now find us some privacy and take responsibility."

Also, Raihan loves scary movies, so Lee would watch them with him and then get extremely clingy for the next couple days; he always had to be close by Rai, leaning against him, arms wrapped around him, or curling up in his lap when they're in private. In public, if they walk together, they would always be brushing shoulders.

They've actually had a whole system in place for a long time of various gestures and excuses to touch each other in public that, from the outside, simply look like friendly rivalry. Things like a pat on the shoulder, a light shove, pulling Leon's snapback or Rai's headband down over their eyes. It's all an unspoken code for "I am with you," "I'm still here," "I love you."

Ah, but I've gotten off track.

Guzma is indifferent to horror. He'll watch it cuz Plums enjoys it, but it doesn't really bother him. He's really not a big movie guy in general. There's maybe a few he really likes, but for the most part he doesn't care. He blames it on his shit attention span- courtesy of his many concussions. Guzma gets bored too easily and usually ends up falling asleep during anything they watch. However, the big bad boss man does love himself some cartoons. He used to be embarrassed about it but now he don't give a fuck. If there exists a pokemon world equivalent of Ed, Edd, n Eddy, he would watch the shit out of that cuz I feel like that would be exactly his brand of comedy.

Really the only other thing he'll watch is nature documentaries. Of course, they have to be about bugs. If it's about anything else, he'll fast forward until he gets to the bug stuff. Strangely, he still gets embarrassed from time to time about watching them.

Plumeria is extremely well read and she's also very well versed in the art of film. She loves watching and picking apart movies and watching horrible thrillers or scifi to laugh about the horrible sfx. She loves the MCU just so she can tear it apart for its lackluster writing and gratuitous use of cgi.

Guzma will sit and watch all that stuff with her and listen to her go on and on about it. He doesn't follow half of it, but he listens anyways because he knows how much she loves it.

Based on his personality and demeanor, what movie, or genre of movie, do y'all think he'd pick in this situation? Scifi? Comedy? Drama? Something sophisticated to try and impress Leon? Maybe something scary to try and get the champ to grab onto him in a dark room? Whaddya think?

Just some other quick thoughts on smaller characters: 'Lani loves crime dramas and standup comedy. A. and B. like watching YouTube let's plays together. Charizard enjoys sitting and watching footage of battles with Leon. Golisopod won't watch TV, he'd rather go sit somewhere quiet and meditate. Nanu watches the news and occasionally a telenovela he can't even understand because that's all that's on when he can't sleep at like 4am.

Whenever Team Skull as a whole has a movie night there is so much arguing. Plumeria is obviously the mediator while Guzma is pretty indifferent, unless it's like, a really shitty Adam Sandler movie. It sometimes, but not always, ends with Guzma slamming his fist down and picking one of whatever they're all arguing about so they can all just shut up and watch something. If Leon were to join them on a movie night, all the grunts would be wanting him to watch their favorite movies and asking him what he's seen and what he hasn't. Guzma actually starts getting jealous and ends up putting in effort and picking out one of the few "big boy" (<- Plumeria's words) movies he likes.

[dadgonedeku]

Bnha boys reacting to their s/o wanting to be held!

💖~Characters: Deku, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Kaminari, & Sero

💖~Warnings: Cursing, Fluff

💖~SFW & Gender Neutral!Reader

💖~Happy reading!!

Izuku Midoriya🥦

🥦~ Mmmmmmsoft babie

🥦~ When you ask him he nearly cries ON SIGHT-

🥦~ He thinks you’re so adorable and if it’ll make you happy then he’ll do it anywhere anytime! 🥺

🥦~ “Of course I will s/o!”

🥦~ You just curl up into his hold and bury your head in his chest and he SHEDS TEARS-

🥦~ Strong and scarred arms wrap around your lower back and shoulders and you just feel so comfy and s a f e-

🥦~ He’ll even carry you around if you want him too, he will literally do ANYTHING you ask of him!🥺

🥦~ He likes it when you sit on his lap or lay in between his legs. DOUBLE likes it whenever you wrap your legs around his waist and he can walk around with you clinging to him! He’s a stronk boi so it boosts his confidence-

🥦~ If you ever tell him how safe and comfortable he makes you feel whenever he holds you...please just dig his grave, he’s dead on sight-

🥦~ He’s so jacked but so...soft at the same time? Also surprisingly warm? It’s kind of a mystery tbh...

🥦~ Whenever he can hold you he relishes in the familiar comforting feeling you give him, he’ll nuzzle his head in your neck and gush about how much he loves you. ❤️

Katsuki Bakugou💥

💥~ Tbh he’s kinda baffled at first...

💥~ Like it fr takes him a second to process what you want him to do hA-

💥~ “The hell? What do you mean you want me to hold you?” He’s SUCH a tsundere-

💥~ Blows you off at first, but then later regrets his decision and either randomly pulls you into his hold or just says something along the lines of “C’mere” or if you’re in private “Let me hold you dumbass”

💥~ It’s honestly adorable watching him begrudgingly do what you ask him because you know he secretly loves having you in his arms SQUEEE-

💥~ At first its kinda weird because he doesn’t know how to cuddle properly and his arms are so s t i f f-

💥~ After a while though it gets better and you and him both long for each other’s embrace. He’s naturally really warm though so unless you’re okay with sweating your ASS off I’d suggest you put at least a little space between the two of you-

💥~ He’ll NEVER admit it but having you with him makes him feel so calm and relieved and just knowing you’re safe and comfy with him is h e a v e n-

💥~ Now whenever you ask him he just kinda smirks at you and then either hugs you or walks to somewhere private and expects you to follow him. he’s kinda bad at communicating okay let him be-

💥~ Side note: Mans has BEEFY ASS ARMS so you already know he’s gonna smother you in MUSCLE! 🥰

Eijirou Kirishima🥊

🥊~ He’s honestly really excited when you ask him!! MmmmmBABY-

🥊~ “Really? Let’s do it then babe!”

🥊~ Cuddles? Got it. Naps? Sure. You wanna lay in his lap? Of course the fuck you can. You want him to just carry you around? He can do that too. This man will do whatever you want him to.

🥊~ He really likes it when you lay on top of his chest though, either that or when you two are sitting or laying down and you’re resting between his legs. He’s such a baby he’s so excited whenever he can do this with you-

🥊~ I’m not joking he will literally drop whatever he’s doing to hold or cuddle you. Just being in your embrace makes him feel so loved and safe.

🥊~ He kisses your forehead all the time and plays with your hands or fingers, also nuzzles your nose from time to time.

🥊~ There is no possible way for you to get rid of the smile on his face. Kiri will smile the entire time you two are together he can’t help it you make him sooo happy! 🥺❤️

🥊~ Play with his hair play with his hair play with his hair play with his hair- PLEASE play with his hair kssjahssnwwhsb he’ll DIE-

🥊~ Mans also has beefy arms, like have you SEEN HIS ARMS SHEESH HE COULD CRUSH YOU IF HE WANTED TO-

🥊~ Obviously he won’t but he’s still really buff so just IMAGINE being held between them!! It’d be soooo safe and comfy omg-

🥊~ If you ever tell him how comfortable he makes you feel when he holds you he’ll probably cry-

🥊~ MANLY TEARS THOUGH 😌🤚, we only cry MANLY tears in this household-

Shouto Todoroki❄️🔥

❄️~ PDA? Who’s she? Never heard of hER hUh? He’s kind of a noob he’s never really experienced love before so please help him out. 🥺

🔥~ He tries his best okay? He’s trying-

❄️~ “Can you hold me Sho?”

🔥~ “What? What do you mean?”

❄️~ He’s such an oblivious baby you’ll have to walk him through what you want him to do-

🔥~ Soon enough he somewhat catches on, he awkwardly wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you to him.

❄️~ It’s a little uncomfortable but listen he’s trYING give him a break- 😭

🔥~ After the first few times he gets a hang of it and it becomes second nature whenever you want him to hold you. He either pulls you into a really soft and warm hug or he wants you to lay next to him/on his chest.

❄️~ Eventually he’ll start asking YOU to hold HIM- oh how the tables have turned- please hold him he’s baby-

🔥~ He thinks it’s really cute if you ever switch sides to feel either warmer or cooler. 🥺

❄️~ He tells you how safe you make him feel and he really hopes he’s doing a good job at making you feel the same way.

🔥~ He smiles almost the whole time GOD HIS SMILE-

❄️~ Unintentionally falls asleep the first few times...🥺

Denki Kaminari⚡️

⚡️~ He gets really playful and honestly kinda smug- 😭

⚡️~ “oH you want me to hold you huh? What are you a baby?“

⚡️~ Teases you a lot nO not nasty get that outta here- but yes he will most definitely do it!

⚡️~ “Pff- okay I’m sorry of course I’ll hold you come here-“

⚡️~ He gets pretty nervous the first couple times, he just wants to make sure you’re comfortable and that he’s doing a decent job.

⚡️~ I think he’d be the type to have you in his lap or hugging his chest or his waist. He lives for whenever he can make you feel safe so he’s pretty much good with whatever you want him to do.

⚡️~ He surprisingly stays with you for however long you need or want him to! You make him feel so relaxed and soft and he loves it. Any time he can spend this kind of time with you he instantly takes it!

⚡️~ He likes feeling like he can protect you! It boosts his confidence and it reassures him that you’re safe!

⚡️~ He thinks you’re SUPER cute whenever you’re all cuddly and soft with him. His heart is practically racing the entire time!

⚡️~ If you’ll let him he’ll play with your hair or nuzzle your nose!

⚡️~ He also falls asleep the first couple of times and he’s honestly really cute sleeping! I mean he’s cute all the time but ya know-

Hanta Sero🧃

🧃~ This one will hold you anytime anywhere-

🧃~ He’s all for whatever you wanna do, you want him to cuddle? Yep. Hugs? On it. He’s such a chill and laid back person he’ll literally do ANYTHING-

🧃~ He loves being in your company so when you ask him to hold you he immediately pulls you to his chest!! 🥺

🧃~ “Yeah sure s/o! Wanna watch a movie too? I can get some snacks really quick if you want.”

🧃~ MMMMMMMBABIE-

🧃~ Also the type to drop whatever he’s doing to hold you too! And he’ll even carry you around for fun!

🧃~ He holds you either next to him or on top of him. He likes to feel your breathing and match his to it, it helps him relax and makes him feel calm!!

🧃~ He’ll just smile and play with your fingers while pressing kisses to your forehead!

🧃~ He thinks you’re sooo adorable whenever he’s holding or cuddling you and he definitely lets you know it!!

🧃~ Some way some how the two of you always end up either taking a nap or just sleeping through the night. Whoops-

[lancermylove]

Ugly Sweater (Christmas HC)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: No pairing. Pomefiore, Heartslabyul, Idia.

Warning: None

A/N: Happy Holidays to everyone!

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Prologue: 

Headmaster Crowley had a fantastic idea for a Christmas party, and the students were excited. That is until he announced an ugly sweater contest and said participation was mandatory. Though some dorm leaders and students objected, the Headmaster refused to yield. 

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Riddle didn’t mind the party, but he didn’t understand the whole “ugly sweater” concept. Why wear something that you don’t like and deem it ugly?

But since it was a rule to participate, he had no choice. 

When he went shopping with Cater, he saw a Christmas themed sweater that immediately caught his attention. Though it didn’t classify as ugly, he purchased it anyway. 

Out of all the sweaters, Riddle’s sweater was deemed the funniest. 

The dorm leader was all smiles until Ace pointed out that the cat reminds him of Riddle. 

Ace’s laughter was soon followed by the words Off With Your Head.

Ace got irritated by Deuce's lack of Christmas spirit, so he started bothering his dormmate. 

"Hey Deuce, I found the perfect sweater, and I dedicate it to you." 

“Ace, I’m not in the mood...stop...”

“See, this is exactly the reason why I find your lack of cheer disturbing,” Ace cheekily said and held his ugly sweater in front of Deuce’s face. 

Unfortunately, Ace's teasing got too much for Deuce to handle. 

(continue reading Deuce's part)

(continued from Ace's part)

Deuce tried to ignore Ace and talk to the salesman, but the redhead would not leave him alone.

Finally, he snapped, "The hell is wrong with you, Ace. Shut up and leave me alone!"

The salesman practically ran off but returned a few minutes later, holding a sweater for Deuce. "Sir, this sweater..suits you perfectly."

Deuce didn't get the meaning behind the sweater, but he purchased it anyway.

At the party, Grim had a good laugh at Deuce's sweater and told him, "Kyaaa, the sweater suits you! One second you're all calm, and the next second you make everyone go, 'oh snap'."

Deuce finally understood why the salesman gave him this sweater, but he didn't know whether to take it as a compliment or an insult. 

Trey was too busy to even consider looking for an ugly sweater. He asked Cater to find him one. 

When Cater handed him the ugly sweater, he said, "It's cute, and I thought it would suit you since you like cooking." 

Trey's sweater got attention, but when Ace saw it, he couldn't stop laughing. 

The redhead almost fell on the floor laughing. "It's gingerbreads as ninjas...ginjas!"

Everyone stared at him with a sweatdrop, except for one person who looked beyond irritated.

Once again, the words Off With Your Head echoed through the party hall.

He wasn't keen on wearing an ugly sweater, so he asked on his social media account which sweater he should wear. 

Out of all the suggestions, one, in particular, caught his eye. It was simple and suit him.

At the party, Cater used his sweater as an excuse to get selfies with all the students. 

His social media was flooded with a million photos of the party, and the fanclubs/fangirls couldn't thank him enough for uploading the photos. 

Cater even got messages from the presidents of the fanclubs asking him to stalk their idols. But, he decided to ignore those messages...for now.

Vil opposed the ugly sweater contest the most. But, much to his dismay, the headmaster didn't listen.

He scrolled for hours and hours looking but still couldn't find anything befitting his taste. That is until he saw one sweater that made him flip his hair. 

When the others asked why he was a gift, and why his sweater says "you're welcome", he answered, "My beauty is a gift, and since I'm generous enough to let you see my beauty in person, you're welcome." 

Let's just say there were a few students that agreed and a few students that got annoyed.

Rook knew that Vil wouldn't be happy with his choice, but he chose the sweater anyway. 

And as expected, Vil gave him quite an earful for picking a sweater that didn't suit Pomefiore's style. 

At the party, most students disliked Rook's sweater, and when asked why would wear something that violent, Rook laughed, "I am a huntsman, so it's only natural." 

After a little pause, he added, "Too bad there's a deer on the sweater though. I would've much rather preferred a lion or dragon." 

Epel wasn't sure what type of sweater he wanted to purchase. All he knew was he wanted to wear something only macho men wear.

So, as soon as he saw a sweater with a buff Santa, he immediately purchased it. 

The salesperson asked who this sweater was for, and when Epel said for himself, the clerk couldn't help but stare.

Vil was unhappy with Epel's choice, but some students got quite a laugh out of Epel's sweater. When they asked, "Epel, do you know what your sweater means?" 

Epel sensed a taunting tone and replied, "Why the hell do you care? It's manly, so I got it." 

The students didn’t dare to taunt him after that.

He begrudgingly started to search for ugly sweaters but none of them appealed to his taste.

So, he decided to type his feelings into the search bar, and voila, a hoodie with the exact words appeared.

Idia’s hoodie got a lot of compliments, especially about how it matches his personality perfectly.

Though he wasn’t exactly keen on being at the party, he was somewhat happy to get complimented by the normies. 

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➣ Twisted Wonderland Masterlist ➣ Buy me a Ko-fi or Commission?

[faes-land]

Confession~Wooyoung

One of my best friends pretends she hates Wooyoung, but she actually loves him lol. Anyway, I wrote this little oneshot for her and for all of you! Enjoy!!

Pairings: Wooyoung X Female Reader

Genre: Fluffy fluff

Word Count: 1,199

Warnings: Really, really fluffy

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Wooyoung looked across the aisle in the library to you, the girl he'd had a crush on since he saw you on the first day of the spring semester last year. You had your nose buried in a book, so he didn't want to disturb you. Of course, he wanted to talk to you and finally tell you how he felt, but he wasn't sure what to say. What could he say? You never really interacted with each other.

The only problem is Wooyoung has only talked to you a few times before. You have mutual friends, but he never had the courage to say anything about his feelings to you. He sighed and walked to where the book he needed for his class was.

'She's out of my league, she'll never date me. Why would I even try to get my hopes up?' He thought to himself while he searched for the book. 'I mean, she's so pretty. What would she want to even do with me?' Wooyoung let his thoughts get to him yet again. He was a good looking guy, but he sometimes needed a push to help boost his confidence. 

He wanted to go up to you and tell you how he felt, but he didn't think he was good enough for you. Your last boyfriend was the exact opposite of him. He was big, buff and looked very manly. Wooyoung felt scrawny compared to him even though he had been working out lately. 

"Ya! Wooyoung!" A voice harshly whispered through a space between books on a shelf. Wooyoung saw who called his name and he rolled his eyes. It was his annoying best friend.

"What do you want, Yunho?" Wooyoung asked, very much over Yunho who hadn’t even said anything. He put a book in the space between them and lightly chuckled. Of course, that didn't stop Yunho. He walked to the next aisle and stood next to Wooyoung. 

"I saw you looking at Y/N! You were all heart eyes emoji on her. Let me help you! You and I both know that you need the help anyway." Yunho chuckled.

Wooyoung almost hit his best friend with a book. "Will you shut up?! She hardly knows I exist." Yunho rolled his eyes and sighed at Wooyoung. 

“She likes you, Wooyoung.” Yunho had to give Wooyoung a slight nudge, otherwise he would never do anything. As much as Wooyoung liked you, he never had the courage to outright tell you since you and him hardly ever spoke to each other. Even though you ran in the same circle and saw each other multiple times. 

Wooyoung had a hard time believing anything Yunho said. He looked at the taller boy and furrowed his brows. “How do you know that? We’ve only talked to each other like twice. ” 

“Did you forget that I’m dating her best friend?” Yunho said before he started to walk in your direction. 

"What are you doing?" Wooyoung asked as he grabbed his friend's shoulder. 

Yunho wriggled out of Wooyoung’s grip and kept walking. "Hey, Y/N! Are you busy? Got a minute to talk?" Yunho said as he got closer to you. Wooyoung panicked and tried to leave the library. Yunho stopped him before he could get too far.

You looked up from your book to see your friend Yunho with his friend Wooyoung behind him. "Yeah, I just finished my last class for the day. What's up?" You weren't sure what to say, you'd secretly liked Wooyoung, but you never said anything to Yunho, even though you and him were pretty close since he was your best friend's boyfriend. Of course, your best friend knew, so she probably told Yunho already.

"Wooyoung has something he wants to tell you! Okay, go ahead." He said before he pushed Woyoung in front of you. He stumbled in front of you, and you could see that his cheeks were red. You laughed at the two boys; they were pretty amusing. Yunho nudged Wooyoung. "Say something!" He whispered. 

"Um, well, I...um." Wooyoung had trouble finding his words; he was extremely nervous. You looked so pretty even though you weren't dressed up. You were just wearing a black sweater, black jeans and boots. Your hair was pulled back, showing off your features. He felt himself begin to turn more red than he already was, but he decided to shake off his nerves and tell you how he felt. "Y/N, I like you. A lot. I've liked you since last year, but I was too nervous to say anything. I didn't want to tell you like this, but I was forced. I can only hope that you feel the same way. If not, it's fine. I'm okay with being just friends. Okay, I'll shut up now." He turned to Yunho, who was smiling as he watched, "You're dead later." 

You weren't sure what to do or say, you were frozen. "You like me? Oh my gosh..I...I'm so happy." You smiled at Wooyoung who looked like he was in a state of shock. 

"You are?" Wooyoung asked, dumbfounded.

You smiled. "Yeah. I've always secretly liked you, Wooyoung. Even though we didn't talk that often, I started to like you. The more Yunho told me about you, the more I liked you. Plus, I always thought you were pretty cute.”

Wooyoung began to blush. Was he dreaming? Was this all in his head? Did you really just say he was cute? He felt like his heart was going to pump out of his chest. He looked down at his feet before looking back at you and asked, "D-Do you want to go on a date with me?" 

You giggled. "I would love nothing more than that." 

"Well, my role as a matchmaker is done here," Yunho said, feeling proud of himself. "I'll leave you two alone now, Y/F/N is calling me! Bye-bye, love birds!" Then Yunho left the library, leaving you and Wooyoung by yourselves. 

Wooyoung scratched the back of his neck and laughed nervously. "Sorry about that....you know how he can be sometimes." He looked down at you and smiled. "Why don't we have our first date now?" 

You chuckled."That sounds good; let’s go." You smiled and Wooyoung felt his heart skip a beat. He was really going on a date with the girl he's liked for over a year and he couldn't be happier. He walked next to you with a goofy grin on his face, and you thought it was the cutest thing you'd ever seen. 

"C-Can I hold your hand, Y/N?" He felt himself get nervous again, but he tried to not give into it. Without saying anything, you put your hand out for him to grab.

The soon-to-be couple left the school library hand in hand. Once both of your nerves calmed down, you two started talking, and before you knew it, you were laughing and giggling with each other the entire day. 

Even though Wooyoung was mad at Yunho for forcing him to talk to you, he also had to thank him for giving him the courage to confess to his dream girl.

[lucisfavoritedemon]

Something Domestic

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: You never thought your life to be grand, but you never saw as absolutely terrible either. You were always happy with the things you had, but the one thing that you always wanted was to find love. Little do you know love is just two steps away, and across the hall.

Square Filled: Neighbor AU @marvelfluffbingo

Warnings: super cute fluff, anxious Bucky, shy reader, slight smut, implied smut, slight angst 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3573

A/N: This originally was going to be a platonic Sebastian Stan x reader fic, but I got inspired to do something else. I was somewhat inspired by a TikTok POV called Two Lost Souls by hlovesmarvelpov which is where I got the idea to write what life was like for Bucky in Romania. I want to give credit to @nix-akimbo whose art I used in the collage for this story. Pics are linked here, here, and here. Other images we're found off of Pinterest, but the collage is mine made on Canva. Everything in italics is 3rd person POV of Bucky’s thoughts. This is not beta read, so all mistakes are mine.

Enjoy!

I never knew where life would lead me. I knew I wasn’t going to find something to do to make me rich. All I really wanted was to find a good job that paid me enough to get by. Living in Romania was an absolute dream. It was so beautiful, and it was always so interesting. Everyday felt like a new adventure. At the market you never knew who was gonna show up, or what was going to happen.

One day while at the market, just shopping for some fresh produce to restock my apartment with for the week, I saw an interesting looking man. I had never seen him before, and he definitely didn’t look like he was from around here. Something about him drew me in, but I was too shy to approach him to say hello.

I was definitely at that age where I was ready to look for mister right, and finally settle down. I seemed to have met every guy in this city, and none of them were to my liking. They all seemed very bold, manly, and had egos bigger than some of the buildings. That wasn’t really something I was looking for, and to be fair it was probably just part of their personalities, no judgement there.

There was something about this stranger though that was different. Yes, he was very handsome and buff, but he looked very shy and reserved. Not something I was used to, and that probably contributed to why I was so attracted.

He seemingly glanced my way, and I turned to look away. I knew I must have been staring and I felt awkward about that. So, I quickly finished up my shopping and ran home. I really hoped though that I didn’t make him think that I found him creepy. Damn my shyness, and anxiety.

It had been a few days since I saw the stranger at the market. I was walking down the street to my office when I happened to pass him by. He seemed to pause his gaze for a quick second before looking away. I walked past him at a decent pace, hoping he would make the first move to say hi, but alas, he did not.

The week went by, and it came time for me to head back to the market to restock my produce for the week. I ended my shopping spree and turned to head home when I ran right into someone's very muscular chest. I almost fell back when the person grabbed my arm, catching me.

“Are you okay, miss?” The person asked, speaking Romanian.

“I am fine thank you.” I looked at the person, and it was the stranger I saw last week.

“You’re welcome. Sorry I knocked you over.”

“Please, don’t apologize. I was the one who bumped into you.”

“At least allow me to help you carry your groceries home.”

I nodded and handed him a bag. He gestured for me to start walking, and I led him to my apartment complex. “My place is a bit messy, I wasn’t expecting anyone to come over to see it.” I said, going to unlock the door.

“Don’t apologize, I won’t go in if you feel uncomfortable.”

“I feel bad having you follow me all this way, and not even offer you a snack or something.”

“You’re too sweet. I’m okay, doll. I’ll stay out here. It also wasn’t too out of the way for me.”

“Are you sure?” I reached my hand out to take the bag he was holding.

“I’m sure,” he handed me the bag and turned to walk away, “and if you need me, I live just across the hall.” He walked over, unlocking his door, and opening it.

I almost fell back in shock. How did I not know this man lived across the hall from me? I surely would have seen him walking out. He turned and smiled at me before walking into his apartment. I tried not to look shocked, but all this time I had no idea he was living just 5 steps away. 

I close my door quickly and go to put my produce away. I tried to keep the stranger off my mind, but that seemed like an impossible task. Then, I thought of the perfect idea, I would invite him over for dinner. I wanted to get to know him, I needed to. Put all these wandering thoughts to rest.

I made us a lovely dinner of chicken and potatoes. I set everything up to look somewhat nice, and go to knock on his door. When I went to open my door to walk out, he was standing there ready to knock on my door.

He had a bouquet of different assorted flowers. I give him a small, shy smile as he hands them to me. I, of course, take them and find a vase to put them in. As I put them in the water, I look over at him, and he looks kind of sad.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you expecting someone? I didn’t mean to come off straight forward. I just-”

“I wasn’t technically. I was going to ask you if you wanted to join me for dinner?”

“Really?” He perked up, and I nodded my head, “I was going to ask you the same thing. A home cooked meal sounds better than one you can get at any restaurant.” He chuckled.

We sat down, and talked for hours. He avoided some of the questions I asked him, but I wasn’t going to push him for answers if he didn’t want to answer them yet. We laughed, joked, and just enjoyed each other’s company. 

“I realised that I never asked for your name, doll.” He spoke up.

“My name is Y/n. I never asked yours either.”

“I guess we both figured it would come up eventually. My real name is James, but you can call me Bucky.”

I smiled as I thought of what a lovely name that was. I didn’t ask why he preferred Bucky over James. Something in me wanted to make him love it, adore it. I wanted him to treasure his given name as I was right now.

The night came to an end much to our dismay. I didn’t want to say goodnight though. I wanted him to stay, which wasn’t like me at all. I usually said yes to one date, and that was that. I don’t know what was different about Bucky, but he brought out a new side of me. He intrigued me, and I had to know more about him.

“Until next time, doll. Promise you won’t bump into another guy before then?” He chuckled.

I giggle, “I promise. You’ll be the only guy I bump into now. At least that’s my hope.”

He kissed my cheek before walking to his door, and I could have sworn I was flying. If that was the way it felt when he kissed my cheek, what would it feel like if he kissed my lips.

~*~

Over the course of three months every Sunday Bucky and I had dinner together. We started with switching off, but slowly Bucky had been taking over our Sunday night dinners. Tonight when I went over I realised that I was slowly moving into his apartment. 

“You okay doll?” He asked, looking at my far off look.

“Yeah. I just realised it looks like I’m starting to take over your apartment.”

“That was one thing I was going to ask you about tonight.”

“I’m so sorry, I’ll pick up my stuff and take back to my place i didn’t-”

“Not that. I was going to ask if you wanted to move in together. It doesn’t have to be in my apartment, and I know we’ve only been together for a few months, but-”

“You want to move in together?”

Bucky just nods slowly, and I rush to hug him. I no longer had to wonder what it would feel like to be wrapped up in his arms. I no longer had to feel that lonely feeling I felt after our Sunday night dinners. I tried to keep my mind from racing with all the things I had wondered about. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Bucky chuckles, squeezing me back.

After dinner, we walked over to my apartment to get some extra blankets and pillows. I hoped I hadn’t rushed him into this by slowly looking like I was trying to move myself in on my own. I hadn’t even realised that our hangouts had left with me leaving my belongings all over the place.

“My place is your place now.” He spoke up, placing the blankets he was carrying on the bed.

“I didn’t rush you into this did I?”

“No. I know it seems quick, but I just get this feeling when I’m around that makes me not want to take things as slow as we probably should.”

“I was worried I was rushing you into things. I didn’t even realise that I was leaving things over at your house.”

“No. I have been planning on asking you for a few weeks now.”

I smile as we curl into bed together for the very first time. He was warm, and I felt safe laying in his arms. Laying there for the first time in a long time, I fell asleep almost immediately.

~*~

It has been 6 months since Bucky and I started seeing each other, and it has been the best 6 months of life. Even the last 3 months have been amazing. I have enjoyed every minute I have spent with Bucky. He is sweet and kind, and I couldn’t ask for anyone better. He had my heart in his hands, and I didn’t want it back.

The only thing that was strange is he didn’t talk about his life at all. He wanted to hear all about my life, but he wouldn’t speak about his life prior to coming to Romania. I knew he originally came from America because we both switched from speaking Romanian to English when we are alone.

“Is everything okay, doll?” Bucky asked, tearing me from my thoughts.

“I was just thinking.”

“About what? You know you can tell me anything right?”

“Tell you, yes. Ask, no.” I kind of snapped as I stood up to put my plate in the sink.

“Is everything okay?” I could hear the panic in his voice, and I didn’t mean to hurt him, but I knew I had to say something, or it would eat me alive.

“I just don’t get why you want to hear all about me, but avoid questions about your life. I get it if you don’t want to talk about it now. I just don’t like it when you dodge it altogether.”

“Okay I understand that, and I’m sorry.”

Bucky really was sorry. He didn’t want to scare her away with the horrors of his past. He wanted her to know more about him. He wanted her to know that he is way older than what she may think he is. That he fought side by side with Captain America during WWII. 

He couldn’t get the words out though. He would lie awake at night trying to figure out how to tell her. Even on the nights when he found it hard to sleep, and he couldn’t lay there anymore, he wanted to wake her and just spill all the stories. 

He found warmth and comfort in her, but he didn’t want to haunt her with his past. He couldn’t taint such an angel like her, no matter how bad he wanted her to know. To hear her voice break just a little as she expressed how she felt broke him.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I just want you to know that it hurts me a little whenever you don’t give an explanation.”

“I want to tell you all about my life, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. I’m sorry.” His eyes went down, and my heart broke for him.

“James, look at me please?”

Bucky loved when she called him James. It was like she was trying to teach him to love his given name, and it was working. It rolled off her tongue so sweetly, and it came out so easily. He couldn’t help but obey when she asked him in that sweet tone of hers.

“The fact that you want to is enough for me right now. I’m not upset,” I smile sweetly at him, and walk over, placing my hand on his, “I don’t want to push. When you are ready, my love, I will be here waiting to listen contently.”

Bucky’s heart sighed in relief. He was worried that he had mucked everything up. He cared too much about her to let himself ruin things. If she wasn’t content with his response he would have told her everything. If it meant keeping her happy, he would give her the world. 

~*~

My conversation with Bucky seemed to have gone well. He slowly started to open up little by little. He was a bit vague, but at least he was trying. The first time he actually opened up a little was the first night I had noticed he was having a nightmare.

He was tossing and turning in his sleep, and I began to worry. I had heard never to wake someone up from a nightmare, so I sat there till he shot up. He was covered in sweat, and breathing heavily. He went to lay back down not realising I was already awake until I turned on the light. He looked over with sad, apologetic eyes. I just laid my hand on the small of his back letting him know everything was okay.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn't, I was already awake.”

I caressed his cheek, rubbing my thumb against his cheek. He slowly leaned in, and I followed until our lips came together. Sparks flew between us, and I felt butterflies. His lips were soft and gentle. The gentle kiss though soon turned into more. 

Bucky was gentle and slow. Making sure he wasn’t pushing my comfort level, and made sure he wasn’t hurting me. It felt amazing, and was the best night ever. I hoped that with Bucky and I becoming so intimate he would see that no matter what, I wasn’t going to go anywhere.

Bucky wasn’t sure how Y/n would feel if he initiated the kiss, but she put just as much passion into it as he did. He pushed into it more, and she returned it. Before he knew it he was on top of her naked body. He made sure he didn’t push her to do something she didn’t want to, but he could tell in her eyes she had been waiting a long time for this moment.

He made sure to be as gentle with her as he possibly could, but the urge to be inside her was too much for him to bear anymore. The room was filled with their moans as their bodies were connected so intimately.

Bucky felt that everything was going to be okay between them after that night. He held her as tight as possible after that, and was able to sleep through the rest of the night. Maybe he was worried about nothing. He felt like he could do anything now as long as he had her by her side.

~*~

“James, will you run out and get some fruit for me?” I hollered from the kitchen.

Bucky came into the room as he finished getting dressed, “anything specific you want?”

“No, just something I can turn into jam. The stand has been doing really well, and I’m running low on fruit.”

Bucky smiled as he walked over to me kissing my cheek, “anything for you, doll.”

Bucky left shortly after that, and I started to package the batch I had already made. Once I finished jarring what I had, I went to the walk-in pantry we had and started to shelve them. I thought I heard the door open so I called out to Bucky, but I got no answer.

“Everything alright out there my love?” I walked out of the pantry to be met by a man dressed in an all blue outfit. He was carrying a shield on his back that was red, white, and blue with a white star in the center.

He was looking through our kitchen, and I began to panic. I had no idea who this man was, or why he was in our apartment. I couldn’t find words to say when he noticed me.

“Where is Bucky?”

“Why do you want to know?” I asked, speaking in Romanian.

The man just turned around and looked at the top of the fridge. He pulled down a book, and that’s when I felt a hand on the small of my back. I jumped slightly at first then I realised it was Bucky behind me.

The stranger turned around, and saw Bucky. He started asking weird questions like if Bucky knew him, or why he pulled him from a river? All of it was so confusing and worrying to me. Before I knew it we were being attacked by the police. 

Bucky took off and I tried to follow him, but the stranger told me to stay put. Once the fight took the streets, I tried to follow on foot. By the time I got where I thought they would come out of, they were being surrounded. Bucky was being shoved to the ground and handcuffed. 

“James!” I yelled, rushing to him, and fighting the blockade of police.

They shoved me back, but I fought back harder. It was no use though as they loaded Bucky into a huge truck. I felt like my world had just come crashing down on me. Everything that happened this last year all came flooding back to me. I knew I had to get Bucky out of there. He was an innocent man, and I knew as long as we had each other, there would be nothing we couldn’t conquer.

~*~

Y/N tried to move on as best she could, but her heart felt empty. The day they took Bucky away in handcuffs was the day her heart left her. She closed her stand in the market, and went back to her dead end job. She moved out of their shared apartment because the thought, or even smell of him was too painful.

Y/n thought that the love of her life was gone forever. She even thought about moving away permanently, but loved the city too much to do that. The once bright and bubbly girl went back to her old reclusive self before she met him. No one had ever put the light back into her. Her smile was gone, and she hardly ever laughed anymore.

She was returning home from work one night, and decided to take the long way home. She wandered towards her old apartment complex as she often did. Ignoring the weird looks she got from the people she passed by, she kept her eyes to the ground. That was her mistake as she was lost in thought when she bumped into a muscular chest, almost falling to the ground. 

A firm gentle hand grabbed her arm kept her from falling, and she fought back tears as she remembered her very first full encounter with Bucky. “I’m sorry, I should have been paying attention.” Her voice broke as she fought back the pain, not wanting to look the stranger in the eyes.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I almost knocked you over.”

“Please don’t apologize. I was-”

“The one who bumped into me?” 

Y/n heard the man chuckle and almost felt like she could hear Bucky behind the chuckle. She gained enough courage to look up at the stranger who she bumped into, and the person she saw was not who she was expecting.

“You okay doll? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She didn’t even hesitate to jump into his arms. It was the reunion she waited almost two years for. He picked her up and held her tightly as if he let her go, she would disappear. Y/n nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck taking in his scent.

“I’m sorry I left you. I-”

“It’s not your fault James. You’re back, and that’s all that matters.”

Bucky pulled away slightly from the hug to look her in the eyes. He pulled her in for a soft, gentle kiss. For the first time since that terrible day, Y/n smiled into the kiss. Now that they were back in each other’s arms, she finally felt like her heart was put back together. 

She didn’t care what happened, she was just happy to have him back in her arms. She was happy he was safe and sound with her again. The light in her eyes had returned, and Bucky felt like he was falling in love with her all over again. The world could throw whatever it wanted at him now. He had his girl back, and he felt like he could overcome anything as long as he kept her by his side for the rest of his life.

[rodeoxqueen]

DEVIL MAY GRIND

(I)- Can You Touch This? 

Dante/ AMAB! Reader

Series Summary:  From a surprise rendezvous to a male strip club on your birthday to a private dance, you end up seeing eye-to-eye rather than eye-to-groin with a cowboy stripper named Dante Sparda.

Work Summary: A shy and short homebody celebrating your birthday with friends, you end up somewhere you’d never expect: a male strip club. And what you’d also never expect is a certain red-devil/cowboy stripper to lay his special treatment on you.

Tags/Warnings:18+, AMAB! Reader, Stripper!AU, Minors Do Not Try It, Wholesome Filth

Rodeo’s Two-Pieces: And after months, Rodeo presents the male version of this soon-to-be filth. *tilts cowboy hat over eyes and leans in seat*

You were never one for large crowds, alcohol, loud music, and nudity. So what a mess you were in, your friends dragging you into a strip club.

It wasn’t your fault, they promised you were all going for a quiet dinner at your favorite restaurant. No loud noises, no crowds, and especially, you didn’t even know why you had to specify, no naked guys! That’s what happened at first. You went and blew out your candles on your cake at a nice place, but then things got weird. Your friends had got you thoughtful gifts, except one of them who promised to give it to you after another “surprise.”

They practically herded you to their car, blindfolding and ear-muffing you while giggling. After driving in some unfamiliar directions, you were pulled into a strange building.

So when you couldn’t hear your thoughts due to the overbearing bass in the room you were in, you realized you should’ve known better. The blindfold and earmuffs were taken off and you opened your eyes to a neon-lit room with the most hard-cut abs right in your face.

“A strip club?! W-why would you think I’d want to go to a strip club?”

“Okay, first of all (Y/N). It’s a male strip club. Second, come on! I know you want to touch some diamond abs!” One of your friends exclaimed as they threw bills at one very tan and very oiled-up man named Diego. The box from before landed on your lap, and you unwrapped it to find a giant stack of dollar bills.

“Now stuff them bills down some hottie’s pants!”

The orange thong-wearing male with the most defined quads you had ever glanced at winked at your friend and opted to dance on someone else. Clutching your drink, you swallowed thickly as other males who went to the gym every other hour thrust their hips proactively at you.

Your friends had called ahead and bought the lot of you a table to the stage, much to your chagrin.

Luckily, your ability to disappear in a room, with your meek personality and small stature, came in handy in these situations. The tall and buff guys your friends screamed over seemed to prefer the company of the more extroverted and thirsty. While other tables farther from the stage had easy contact with the not-themed strippers, you were all confronted with the stage floor dancers.

“My god, how many themes do these guys dress in?” You squeaked as an entertainer dressed like James Bond (minus the clothes except for the bowtie and gun holster) ground on the stage floor.

“Not enough! Now make it rain, (Y/N).” Another friend demanded as she took another shot.

You made a noise as your hand was forcibly placed onto an eight-pack. You quickly threw a wad of bills at the man and ran off to the bar.

“I gotta go!” You panicked, speed-walking to the bar in your favorite pair of dressy sneakers. Stomach quivering, you put a few bills down and asked for a stronger drink. Maybe you could pass out on the table and your friends would feel bad and take you home.

You sighed as you watched your friends have the time of their lives, although they noted your absence.

“First time?” The bartender asked, sliding your fruity drink to you. You fiddled with the napkin. A woman posed in the corner with the logo “Devil May Cry” to the side of her, all lined in neon pink.

“Oh!... Yeah, it is.” You mumbled shyly. You blushed at his blue-eyed stare. Luckily, he wore a collared white shirt so you could look at him without bleeding out of your nose. He was very handsome, with rugged features and slight facial hair. His stark white hair shined even in the dim lighting.

“Ah, could tell. Watched you get dragged in here.” He chuckled.

“I-I was tricked, first of all!” You exclaimed, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“It’s alright. Your next rounds on me if you stay a lil longer.” He winked, wiping a glass. A few other people came and went, requesting all sorts of raunchy-titled drinks. Despite that, he leaned on the table where you sat, making idle conversation.

“I’m Dante.”

“Nice to meet you, Dante. I’m (Y/N).” You impulsively stuck your hand out to shake and stilled at his strong and warm grip.

He whistled.

“Nice name for a nice man. It’s your birthday right?” You nodded.

“What did you wish for?”

“Peace and quiet.” He laughed at that, gesturing to your friends who screamed and clapped at a dark-skinned stripper who ripped off his pants.

“With those friends?” He chuckled.

“They’re a lot more restrained. This is an exception.” You whined.

The conversation grew longer. You learned that Dante worked here with his twin brother Vergil. He loved pizza and strawberry ice cream, along with nice motorcycles. A total manly man, if you asked yourself.

You found a safe space talking to him since you didn’t have to look at nude guys with your back turned.

You were hoping to talk the night away until a similarly white-haired male with a serious glare rounded the corner.

Swiping back a few stray hairs, the esteemed brother Vergil knocked the smile off his twin’s face.

“You fool! Your shift has been over for some time now.” He snapped. Dante rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, this is old douchebag.” You giggled at his comment, quickly stopping when meeting eyes with the frigid twin.

“Have you been speaking ill of me? I will-” Dante threw a towel at his brother’s face before leaving the bartending station. By leaving, he jumped over the counter.

“Hey, (Y/N), nice talking to you. I’ll see you later.” The white-haired man left to the employee’s room.

“Alright-” You muttered. You’d sit, but Vergil’s cold glare prompted you to leave and rejoin your friends.

“Where were you? Chatting up the bartender?”

“Look at you. Being social in a strip club.” They teased.

After a few more dancers, you couldn’t help but miss the blue-eyed bartender with his quips and casual flirtiness.

Suddenly, the music and lights went off. The crowd stirred. Your friend grabbed your arm.

“Oh boy, they’re gonna need a mop after this.”

“Ew!” You cried out. Your friends sang that one horribly sexual song from the radio. Something about parking a truck in a garage and about wet-

A shirtless DJ grabbed the mic.

“And now, for our next entertainer, we have the Legendary Lady Killer. Hold onto your panties and your wedding rings, you’re all in for the ride of your life.”

The lights were turned back on from back to front. On stage, stood a muscular man with a cowboy hat and shawl. His legs were perfectly framed by black leather chaps and boots. You turned as red as his shawl as you could see his formidable bulge from yards across.

His spurs clinked on the floor as people began to cheer at his physique. Your jaw dropped in shock.

White hair.

“Ladies and gents, I got some questions for y’all.” He drawled, lowering his hat.

“Yes! I’m single!” Someone yelled from the back. He chuckled as others screamed with agreement.

“That’s nice ma’am. But really, I got three questions.” He made his way down the stage, his shadow covering your table.

He palmed his chest and abs, showing white chest hairs and slicked-down muscles.

“Can you touch this?” Everyone screamed for yes. He tutted.

“No, no, no.” He waggled his finger. He spun and exposed his lush tush. He was packing it front and back and you blushed while putting your face in your hands.

His hands groped his butt. Even with his giant hands, he still had more ass to spare.

“Can you touch this?” The screams grew louder. He waggled his finger again, wiggling his butt.

“No, no, no.” The crowd awed. He turned back around, a cocky grin on his face.

“Now,” He pointed to the crowd.

His palms groped the leather that concealed his huge package.

“Can you touch this?” Your friend threw a wad of cash at him, hitting him in the nipple. He stood unflinching.

“No, no, no.” He drew out each word.

“These are my laws.” Putting his hands on his hips, he rocked left to right, clicking his spurs.

“But I see a hell of a lot of lawbreakers here tonight.”

He shifted to walk around the chair placed behind him. He sat on it backward, legs spread to place his groin in the spotlight.

“And I don’t see a cop in sight.” He pointed at the DJ.

“Hit it!” Music blaring, he did his number. And boy, was the DJ right to warn you. Dante practically made sweet love to the chair, flipping his head back.

Hips circling and then pistoning the air, sweat trailed down his pecs.

You ended up throwing a few bills, hoping to avoid eye contact. It failed as he slid to his knees to the edge of the stage and crawled off the ledge onto your table. Like a preying tiger, he made his way over to you.

Thank god you had health insurance, your blood pressure was going off the charts.

Your friends lost their heads, throwing bills and screaming like banshees. But he wasn’t interested in them. His eyes preyed after your own, baby blues on an absolute beast.

“Wanna save a horse and ride a cowboy, handsome?” He purred as he traced your jaw. Your skin jumped as you internally imploded. This was was too sensual and people were watching, for goodness sake!

“(Y/N), if you don’t agree I will cancel your Barnes and Noble membership.” Your friend threatened.

“Come on, spare this outlaw some sugar?” You didn’t have a moment to think. Dante threw his hat on your head and carried you onto the table and to the stage.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” You shrieked.

He ran hot. So hot. Your skin burned at contact with him, pressed up against his chest as he stood you in front of the chair he practically humped.

“Take a seat, sir.” You blushed at his sensual persona, not sure where the kind bartender and the suave cowboy started and ended.

Obediently, you turned the chair around and sat with your ankles crossed. Dante tutted in disapproval.

His hands lingered by your legs.

“May I?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, feeling his callused hands on your thighs. He firmly spread your legs and stood over you on the chair.

As if that wasn’t enough, his arm muscles bulged and twitched as he ripped off his leather chaps. He ripped the chaps. There were no zippers or velcro straps. That was all him!

Your face a hair’s width from his abs, he gently took your hands and traced his pecs with them. He growled and winked at you.

Despite the one-in-a-million situation you were in, you shrank at the many peering eyes of the other women and bar patrons. Your anxiety was seen by Dante, who tilted your head up.

“Hey, it’s alright. Just focus on me. If you’re nervous, just give me a purple nurple or something, alright?” You laughed at his idea of a safe word and nodded.

“Okay, Dante.”

And like that, it was like you pulled a trigger. Dante grinded on your form and explored his peak-conditioned skin with your own hands.

You gasped as he led your hands down his front to his leather shorts. You couldn’t stop looking with widened eyes at his crotch. You had read erotica before, describing the male member in the throes of passion, yet this was the first time you had been this close to anything like those erotic novels.

It was obscene! Why did it seem to get larger? How was he allowed to carry that thing around without a license?!

“Hey, eyes up here.” He teased as you snapped your head up.

“O-oh! Sorry.” You whispered. Your blood had rushed to your head and you had grown deaf to your friends’ yells of validation.

“Grab him by the buns!” One of your friends yelled. Dante turned around to make eye contact with her.

With a grin, he slid your hands to the back. What he didn’t expect was you to squeeze.

“Whoa now, kitty.” He purred. You gave a watery smile.

Suddenly, a water bottle was thrown at his head. With lightning reflexes, he caught it after it bounced off of him.

“Hey! Stage times’ over, you fucking show pony.” A short-haired woman with mismatching eyes called out. Dante scoffed.

“Just givin’ a nice gentleman some lovin’.” He argued.

“No, get off the stage, Dante.”

“Five more minutes?”

“NOW.” He sighed. Getting off of your lap, he kissed your hand that was resting on his thigh. Lord, if you died right now, that’d be fine.

“Glad to have this dance.” He flirted.

“Y-you too.” Taking your hand, he took you for another surprise and swept you off your feet. You squeaked as he handed you to another dancer on the ground. The club-goers cheered as dancers arrived, dressed like businessmen with briefcases.

You were promptly seated, head dizzy from everything that just happened. You watched as he took his leave as if he didn’t just cause you to get feverish from how hot he was. Your friend hugged you.

“Nice work! You were so lucky!” Another friend plucked the hat off your head.

“Ah! He left his hat!” You exclaimed as you took it from her hands.

“A souvenir.”

For the rest of the night, you held onto the hat and traced the red stitching. You never saw Dante for the rest of the night, his brother in charge of the bar service.

Finally, before the last round of dancers, you were tapped on the shoulder. You found yourself staring into much harsher blue eyes.

One of your friends threw money at him, which he growled at.

“I am not an entertainer. Well, not right now.” He explained. He handed you a drink with a napkin on the bottom.

“My buffoon of a brother said to keep the hat. Although, I’m not sure why you would.”

“I-”

“The drink is on the house. Good evening with you all.”

He walked off, and you took your drink. You realized it was the same one you ordered when you got to the bar.

“Hey dude, take a look.” A well-manicured nail pointed to the napkin. You saw in red pen an arrow pointed to the folded corner.

You shakily opened it to reveal a series of numbers and words, along with a card that flitted onto the table.

Tonight was fun, wanna do it again? The card’s for a private dance, just call and ask for Dante Sparda. No crowds, only you and me. No Lady barking up my tree for appreciating beauty either - DS

A little heart with an arrow through its center was scrawled in a corner. You picked up the laminated card and saw it was for a free private dance. Your heart beat out of your chest.

Your friends laughed as you immediately stuck it in your pocket, along with the note. The club closed and you were all ushered out. The night was pitch black when you emerged from the debauchery that was the Devil May Cry strip club.

As your other wasted companions were stuffed into the car, you sat shotgun to the sober and designated driver.

You were silent the car ride home, laying your head against the window. You thought about that white-haired flirt’s remarks and how gentle he was to you.

Waving and embracing your wonderful friends, you left for your apartment with all your gifts. However, the little slips of paper in your pocket weighed the heaviest on your mind.

With your keys in your hand, you climbed up the stairs home.

After closing the door, you slid down the wall and let out a pleased sigh.

“Best birthday ever!” You said to no one in particular. 

[your-denki-kun]

Gaming

Eijirou X Denki X Reader

A/N: This one-shot is a few months old. I have like 137 drafts of which only a few posted and a few unfinished, so I decided to post at least one tonight. So here it is. It's bad and I know it, but I really wanted to post. Also, I don’t play COD, so don’t come at me being all angry that i got stuff wrong. I write, read and play Minecraft, Sims and that kind of games. Also sorry for any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language.

What: Angst, sad, cursing, fluff

Word count:  4.6K+

~3rd person pov.~

After a long day at school you go to sit on your bed after starting your PS4. You get comfortable on your bed and put on your headset. You start up Call of Duty and wait for it to load. Once it's done you go into a random online match and turn on your mic so you can talk with your teammates.

''We're killing these fuckers.'' An aggressive, male voice says, a speaker appearing behind the name; King Explosion Murder.

''Calm down King, they're new to this.'' Another male voice says, the speaker appearing behind the name; Red Riot.

''Yeah King, Red is right.'' Yet another guy says, his name is Charge Bolt.

''Guys, calm down.'' Another male, Spidy Man, says.

''Yeah!'' A girl, Pinky, says.

''Shut it extra's!'' King barks.

''Calm down bro, the game is starting.'' Red says, the numbers on your screen counting down.

''Lets win this shit.'' King says, you can basically hear the smirk in his voice.

As the timer hits zero you run off, walking through the map and searching for a good snipper spot. Once you find one you take out some people, your teammates talking to one another, but you choose to ignore them. As no more people appear you go to look for another spot, taking out someone while looking for it.

''FUCK!!'' King yells as you see he died.

''My ears man.'' Charge Bolt whines.

''Shut it Pikachu!''

''Hey!''

''Guys, focus.'' Red sighs.

They keep talking, but you tune them out once again and keep taking out people. As you shoot someone else the winning screen appears. You smirk as you see you killed the most people. Everyone cheers except King who's just grumbling. You tune everyone back in in order to be able to follow the conversation.

''So manly, BB!'' Red cheers.

''Woo! Finaly someone who's better than King!'' Pinky cheers.

''Nice.'' Spidy says.

''Shut it! We're playing another game!'' King barks.

''No need to be salty.'' You mumble.

''Ohh~'' Everyone except King says.

''SHUT IT EXTRA!!'' King barks.

''Come on King. They're new.'' Red chuckles.

The new game starts and you repeat what you did before. This goes on for multiple rounds, you barely talking and if you talk it's mostly a comment on King. As the night ends you go offline and shut off your Playstation. You get ready for bed and lay down, getting comfortable as you let sleep take over.

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Over the next two months you keep running into the group of friends and slowly you start opening up to them, actually talking and working together with them. Everyone's scores go up and even King starts accepting you, clearly favoring you over everyone else in the group. That is something the others often complain about.

''King, go a bit to your right behind the wall, I can't get a clear shot.'' You say.

''Got it.'' Is all he says as he aims at the person and kills them.

''Why are you so good at this BB?'' Charge Bolt whines.

''Well, my brother taught me and I play a lot. Red, left, behind the stack of boxes. Like, I play a lot a lot.'' You shrug as you shoot someone.

''Lets just focus on the mission.'' Spidy sighs.

''Got it.'' You all, minus King, reply, going silent once again except the occasional instruction.

Just like always you guys win the round and Red, Spidy, Charge Bolt and Pinky compliment you just like always. You just brush it off and you all start another round. After a few rounds Spidy, Pinky and King have to leave, but Red Riot and Charge Bolt stay. You three play a few more rounds before just deciding to talk.

''So you're telling me none of you guys have ever met?'' You ask in disbelieve.

''Yeah, King doesn't want it and he's always here because we don't play unless he's online. Though that did change since you're here now, but we just never really thought about it anymore.'' Red explains.

''Well, how about we three meet up?''

''Really?'' Red and Charge Bolt ask.

''Yeah, I trust you guys and we can meet up in a public place.'' You shrug, indifferent about your won idea.

''Sure thing.'' Charge Bolt says.

''Great. Okay so I'll tell you guys my number, but don't give it to the others.''

''We don't have their number.'' Red shrugs.

''Okay. So my number is; 0X-XXXX-XXXX.''

''Great, I'll text you. You can make a group chat and we can decide when to meet up.'' Charge Bolt explains.

''Sure thing. Bye guys.''

''Bye.''

You disconnect and wait for them to text you. When they do you save them in your contact list before making a group chat. You name it; Gaming Idiots and wait for them to send something. You don't have to wait long for them to do so.

~Gaming Idiots~

Red Riot Do I need to feel offended?

Charge Bolt No idea bro

You Nah, don't feel offended

Red Riot Okay

Charge Bolt So when are we meeting and where?

Red Riot This Saturday?

You Sure, at the mall in Hosu?

Charge Bolt Sure thing

Red Riot Fine by me

The three of you keep texting for a while until you say good bye because you're almost falling asleep. The rest of the week you guys don't bring up the meeting in front of the others, only mentioning it in the group chat or when you guys are the only ones online. Right now it's Saturday and you're at the mall, waiting for the two males to show up.

You glance around at all the people that are walking around the mall. They both told you what they look like and you did the same. Red Riot said he has red hair and is decently tall while Charge Bolt says he has golden blond hair and isn't all that tall. Red also mentioned something about being buff, which made Charge Bolt jealous because he isn't, or so he says.

As you look around you spot two males, fitting the descriptions you were given, looking around as if they're searching for something. Deciding to test your luck you walk over to them. The closer you get the more sure you are it is them. As you reach them they stare at you, as if waiting for you to confirm things.

''Red Riot? Charge Bolt?'' You ask softly, hoping you're right.

''BB?'' The two of them reply in sync.

''Yes.''

''Cool, we all found each other. Me and Charge Bolt saw each other a bit ago. Have you been here long?''

''Nah, just a few minutes. My real name is (y/n) by the way.''

''Kirishima.''

''Kaminari, nice to meet you gorgeous.'' Kaminari smirks confidently.

''You're the flirt I see. Anyway, what do you guys want to do?''

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Months go by and the three of you meet up almost weekly. You've developed a crush for the both of them and you have a feeling they have as well. You aren't sure however, but the way you all get flustered and blush a lot is a good indicator. Right now you're on your way to Kirishima's house where you all decided to meet up. You knock on the door and wait.

''Ah, (y/n). You made it. Come in.'' Kirishima smiles as he steps aside to let you in.

''Thanks.'' You smile as you walk past him and into the house.

You take off your shoes and walk further into the house. You soon spot the living room and walk in only to see Kaminari sitting on the ground in front of the coffee table. He smiles at you and waves you over, to which you comply. Kirishima sits down with you guys pretty soon and you look at their nervous faces.

''Something wrong?'' You ask them worriedly.

''We want to tell you something.'' Kirishima starts, avoiding eye contact.

''Okay.''

''We've known each other for a while now and.... We started liking you. Would you be our partner?'' Kaminari blurts out, also avoiding eye contact.

''Of course.'' You smile as you hug them both.

They stare at you in shock for a bit before they start laughing as they hold you close. As you all break the hug after a while you all talk and laugh. When it becomes late Denki walks you home before going to his own house, which you and Eijirou really apreciated. You've never been a big fan of walking outside alone in the dark.

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''Guys, we should all meet up.'' Pinky states as you all wait for the new round to start.

''Sure, I don't see why not.'' Eijirou says and you can basically hear him shrug.

''Why not.'' Denki hums.

''Sure.'' You mumble as a reply.

''When?'' Is all Spidy asks.

''What-fucking-ever.''

''Such colorful vocabulary.'' You joke as you roll your eyes.

''YOU WANNA GO?!?!'' King barks into your ears.

''My ears man!'' Eijirou whines loudly.

''How about this Saturday at the mall in Hosu?'' Pinky suggests as the round starts.

''Sure, it's crowded so if any of you are creeps I'll be safe.'' You shrug as you shoot someone.

''Don't worry BB. Me and Red will protect you.'' Denki says in a confident tone.

''You're dead.'' You deadpan as you see his name fade.

''WHAT?!?!'' Denki exclaims loudly.

''Jezus. Could you all quit yelling.'' You groan as you slightly shake your head.

''We both know this was gonna happen BB.'' Eijirou sighs softly, amusement clear in his voice.

''But he didn't have to yell.''

''True, but still.'' Eijirou replies to which you sigh.

You all keep talking until King says he's leaving because it's getting late even though it's only nine thirty, but he always goes to bed at this time. As you shut off your Playstation you hear your phone ding, causing you to smile. You grab your phone and unlock it, seeing Denki send something in the groupchat.

~Gaming Idiots~

Denki<3 But I wasn't kidding, Pichu, we will protect you

Eiji<3 Denks is right. We will

You I know, but it's fun teasing you Denki

Eiji<3 You both looking forward to Saturday?

Denki<3 Mhm! I'm curious as to what they look like

You Well one will have wrinkles from all the shouting and scowling

Denki<3 XD fnwfelsfflwnjk

Eiji<3 That's rude, but it is true

And so you guys keep texting until it's late into the night and you're all barely awake. The next two days you all play every night and you text your boyfriends until late into the night on both days. Right now it's Saturday, about eleven in the morning and you're getting ready. You know Eijirou and Denki will be there soon, so you quickly finish up.

Just as you put the last things in your pockets and bag you hear the door bell ring and a smile appears on your face. You walk over to the front door and put on your shoes and coat. After that you open the door and smile brightly. Your two boyfriends do the same, wearing some simple clothes just like you.

''Hey, Pichu, you ready?'' Denki asks as he gives you a quick kiss.

''Hey, Babes. I'm ready.'' You smile as you walk outside and lock your door.

''Good.'' Eijirou smiles as he gives you a kiss as well.

The three of you start walking towards the mall as you all talk and laugh, memories of your first meeting flooding all your minds. As you all reach the mall you look around, looking for anyone fitting any of the descriptions given to the three of you. You soon spot an annoyed looking, ash blond guy.

''Guys, isn't that King?'' You ask your boyfriends as you point at the guy.

''You might be right. Lets go check if it is.'' Eijirou smiles as he starts walking.

You and Denki follow after him, all of you pushing past people and excusing yourselves. As you reach whom you assume is King a pink haired girl and a black haired guy also walk up to him. You look at Eijirou and Denki and they just nod. Now you are almost a hundred percent sure it's King.

''King?'' You ask as you reach the man.

''Yes, who the fuck are you?''

''(y/n), but better known as BB.'' You smile at him.

''Kirishima, better known as Red Riot.''

''Kaminari, better known as Charge Bolt.''

''Ashido, but you guys know me as Pinky.'' The pink haired girl smiles.

''Sero, but you know me as Spidy Guy.'' The black guy smiles.

''Bakugou.'' is all King says.

''now that we're all here and know names, how about we get something to eat and drink before we just do whatever?'' you suggest as you look at them.

''sure.'' they all reply.

you start walking to your favorite coffee shop which you always go to with Eijirou and Denki whenever you guys are here. Two said males smile once they notice and grin at one another. Cheerful chatter fills the air around the six of you. As you all reach the coffee shop you all order and sit down. You sit in between Eijirou and Denki, Bakugou sits in front of you, Ashido in front of Eijirou and Sero in front of Denki.

''This is so exciting.'' Sshido gushes as she takes a sip of her drink.

''Mhm, I finally have faces with the voices and names.'' You smile as you take a sip as well.

''Yeah, that is nice. We should totally exchange numbers though. That way we can talk without having to play.'' Denki chimes in.

You all keep talking while eating and drinking. Once you all finish Eijirou pays and you all start walking around, walking into random shops and buying random things. As you're looking at some books together with Eijirou and Denki you feel someone stare at you intently, so you look behind you and lock eyes with Bakugou's burning gaze.

''Pebble, something wrong?'' Eijirou asks worried.

''Bakugou is staring at us rather intensely.'' You mumble as you keep staring at him.

''Then ask him what's wrong.'' Denki shrugs as he grabs another book.

You simply nod and walk over to Bakugou, never once breaking eye contact. He doesn't move towards you or away from you as he follows you with his eyes. As you reach him you stand in front of him and look up slightly seeing he's taller than you. He glares down at you, eyes burning with something you can't quiet place.

''Something wrong Bakugou?''

''Why the fuck are you so close with Shitty hair and Dunce face?''

''Can't I be?''

''You fucking can, but it's different. Soy sauce and Pinky are close as well, but you three are acting fucking off.''

''Not everyone is the same Bakugou.'' You deadpan with a soft sigh.

''Just fucking tell me, do you already know the other extras?''

''I d-''

''Ie! Denki!'' You hear Eijirou exclaim, causing you to look back.

You see Denki laughing as he runs off with Eijirou chasing him, a playful yet annoyed look on his face. Sighing you walk away from Bakugou and towards your two idiotic boyfriends. First you grab Denki by the back off his collar, causing him to yelp. Next you do the same with Eijirou. They both look at you sheepishly as you sigh.

''Behave.''

''Yes.'' They both reply.

You nod and let the both of them go. They sigh in relief, but that's short lived as you hit the both of them at the back of the head. They both yelp in pain and rub the back of their heads as they weakly glare at you. You simply smile at them and ruffle their hair. You hear someone stomp over and look behind you to see Bakugou.

''Fucking spit it out!'' He barks as he glares dagers at the three of you.

''Spit what out?'' Eijirou and Denki ask confused.

''Do you guys fucking know each other?''

''Of course, we all game together.'' Denki asks, confused at the question.

''That's not what he means. He means if we know each other outside of the gaming.'' You explain, not looking at him but Bakugou.

''Ah, yeah we do.'' Denki smiles obliviously.

''Denki.'' Both you and Eijirou groan, he can be too dumb for his own good sometimes.

''What did I do?'' He asks worried.

''We promised to meet up all at once and not separately, remember?'' Eijirou asks him.

''Ohhh, right. We did promise that.'' Denki mumbles. ''Oopsie.''

''Dunce face!'' Bakugou barks.

''Back off Bakugou. He might be an idiot, but he's our idiot.'' You say in a low, threatening voice.

''YOU'RE ALL PIECES OFF SHIT!! FUCKING LIARS!! I FUCKING HATE ALL OF YOU!! NEVER FUCKING SPEAK TO ME AGAIN!!'' Bakugou yells as he stomps off and out of the store.

''Well, that happened.'' You mumble, but as you look at your boyfriends you see their teary eyes.

''Ei? Denki?'' You ask as you walk closer.

''He hates us......We promised to always be there and....Now he hates us.'' Eijirou mumbles as he looks at you with sad eyes.

''Ohh, Ei, he'll turn around.'' You shush him softly as you hug him.

''He won't. He's the reason Ear Jack isn't in the group anymore. She kept canceling whenever we decided to all come online and Bakugou blew up on her.'' Denki mumbles as tears fill his eyes to the brim.

''I'm sorry. I didn't know.'' You whisper as you pull him into the hug as well.

''What happened here?'' Ashido asks worried.

''Bakugou blew up on us. Something about hating us and never wanting to talk to us again.'' You explain, holding your boyfriends close.

''I see. Well, it was nice knowing you guys. Bye.'' Sero says as he waves and walks off.

''Bye.''

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''Come one guys, cheer up a bit.'' You whisper as you look at your two sad boyfriends.

''We lost our friend, Pichu.'' Denki mumbles as his eyes fill with tears again.

''He hates us. We failed him.'' Eijirou mumbles as he hugs himself close.

They've been like this for two weeks now and it isn't helping you either. You were the one who suggested meeting up in the first place, only the three of you. 'If I didn't ask them to meet up with me, just us, non of this would have happened. This is my fault.' You think as you walk out of Eijirou's house where Denki has been staying since that day.

You walk to the park and google Bakugou's number, finding some social media pages linked to it. After a bit you see a house, with a house number. He's standing in front of the house together with a green haired guy who seems to be the same age. You recognize the buildings and start walking to the neighborhood where those houses stand.

As you walk around you try to find his house, different scenarios running through your mind. After a while you see the house and walk up to it. Sighing you ring the doorbell and wait. After a bit a female version of Bakugou opens the door. You assume it's his mom. She looks at you in shock before smiling brightly.

''Hello, what can I do for you?'' She asks sweetly.

''I’m here for Bakugou. I'm a friend of his and I want to talk to him.'' You explain.

''Come in. KATSUKI!!'' She yells as she turns away from you and walks into the house.

''WHAT YOU OLD HAG?!?!'' Bakugou's voice yells back.

''THERE'S SOMEONE HERE FOR YOU!! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!'' She turns back to you and smiles. ''You can sit in the living room.''

''I'll stand right here, ma'am.'' You smile with a slight bow of your head.

You hear feet stomp down the stairs and look up, seeing and annoyed Bakugou stomping down them. Once he sees you his look turns even more annoyed and even angry. You look at him with a neutral face as the mom walks into the kitchen after excusing herself. Bakugou walks over to you with a burning glare.

''What the fuck are you doing here?'' He hisses.

''It was my idea. I suggested to meet up, just the three of us. I asked if you guys ever met up and they said no. It was my idea. Don't punish them for my mistake.'' You state, meeting his gaze and holding it.

''And why the fuck would I believe you?'' He asks in a skeptical voice.

''I have no reason to lie to you. Eijirou and Denki are hurting, they're devastated that they lost you. Hate me all you want, god you can wish me death, but at least accept them into the games. You don't have to be buddy buddy with them, but they need you.''

''Bullshit.''

''Believe what you want. Deep down you know they're devastated and that it was never their intention to hurt you like this. I caught them off guard and got us to meet, it was my idea. That's all I have to say. Do with it what you want. I'll be leaving now. Bye.'' You say as you turn to the door and walk out.

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The doorbell of your house rings, causing you to frown. You walk over to the door you open it and see Bakugou, causing your frown to deepen. You open the door and let him in. He walks past you, takes off his shoes and walks deeper into the house, eventually sitting down on the couch. You follow after him, frown not leaving.

''What are you doing here?'' You ask as you sit down on a chair facing the couch.

''Where are Shitty hair and Dunce face?''

''At Eijirou's house. They haven't left it after that day.''

''Shitty hair has his own house?'' Bakugou asks surprised, although he doesn't really show it.

''Yeah, me and Eijirou have our own houses. Denki still lives at home just like you.''

''Get them to come over.''

''Okay.'' You take your phone out of your pocket and call Eijirou, putting the phone on speaker, causing Bakugou to frown.

''Pebble, we are not going outside and coming over. You know we aren't in the mood.'' Eijirou's tired voice mumbles after two rings.

''I know, Ei. I know.'' You whisper as your eyes sadden.

''Then why did you call?'' Denki mumbles as you glance at Bakugou who looks shocked.

''There is someone here who would like to talk to you guys.'' You sigh as you hand the phone to Bakugou. ''Hurt them and I hurt you. I'll be at the store. I'll be back in half an hour.''

Bakugou nods as you walk over to the door, put on your shoes and leave. Bakugou looks at the phone as Eijirou and Denki keep calling for you and asking who it is. Bakugou takes a deep breath and shakes his head to get rid of the thoughts. By now it's silent on the other end.

''Is it fucking true it was their idea?''

''....Bakugou?'' The both of them ask softly.

''Answer the fucking question.'' Bakugou groans in annoyance.

''It was. They suggested to meet up. Why are you at their place? I thought you hated us and wanted nothing to do with us.'' Eijirou mumbles defeated.

''They came to my fucking house four days ago and explained it was their idea, not fucking yours. I just wanted to fucking make sure.''

''Okay.'' They mumble softly.

''Oi.''

''Yeah?''

''Sorry or whatever. You guys can join games again and text or whatever. And don't make me fucking regret that shit.''

''We won't!'' The both of them cheer.

The three of them talk until you come home. You're glad to hear their cheerful voices over the phone. Bakugou looks at you with his usual scowl and holds the phone out to you. You shake your head, walk over and mute yourself. Bakugou frowns and it only deepens when he sees your teary eyes.

''This is all my fault. Here is Eijirou's address, you can go there and talk to them face to face if you want. Don't bother coming here again. I'll take responsibility for what I did.'' You whisper as you take the phone, unmute it and take a deep breath. ''Bakugou is on his way to you guys, bye.''

''What the fuck are you doing?'' Bakugou asks as he gets up and stares down at you.

''The right thing.'' You whisper as you walk over to your bedroom and close the door behind you.

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Over the next two weeks you cry a lot, ignore Eijirou's and Denki's texts and calls and when they're at the door you also don't respond. You know you're worrying them, but you can't bring yourself to face them after everything you made them go through. they were heartbroken when Bakugou broke off contact.

''OPEN THE FUCK UP!!'' You hear Bakugou bark as he bangs on your door violently.

''Go away.'' You mumble before walking away from the door.

''I SAID OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!''

''Just go away! Leave me alone! I deserve it! I hurt them so much! It's all my fault!'' You exclaim as tears stream down your face.

''BULLSHIT!! OPEN THE DOOR!!''

''NO!! LEAVE ME ALONE!! I DON'T DESERVE THEM!! IF IT WASN'T FOR ME NON OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED!! THEY WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN HURT LIKE THAT!!'' You exclaim as you fall to the ground.

''Fuck it.'' Is all the warning you get before you door falls to the ground. ''LISTEN HERE YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!! YOU'RE FUCKING HURTING THEM RIGHT NOW!! MAN THE FUCK UP AND TALK TO THEM!!''

''No!''

''GOD DAMNED IT DON'T BE FUCKING STUBBORN!! YOU'RE ALL FUCKING HURTING!!'' He yells as he walks over and grabs your collar, lifting you up so you're face to face. ''Fucking talk to them. This shit isn't helping. Go over to Shitty hair's house and fucking talk to them.''

''I can't.'' You whisper in defeat as a sob escapes. ''I can't! I can't bring myself to do it! Whenever I see their picture flash across my screen I fucking break down! I can't!''

''Fuck it.'' Bakugou grumbles before slinging you over his shoulder.

You eyes widen in shock as Bakugou walks over to the door and steps over it, walking out off your apartment. You trash in his hold and yell at him to let you go as you sob and hit his back. He just stays silent as he walks to Eijirou's house. Once he reaches it he harshly knocks on the door, by now you're just limply hanging on his shoulder.

''Hey, wh-(y/n)? Bakugou?'' Eijirou asks confused. ''What is this?''

''Let me the fuck in.''

''Of course.''

Eijirou steps aside and Bakugou walks in, heading to the living room after kicking off his shoes. He throws you onto the couch and walks out of the house again. You just lay motionless on the couch with your face buried in the cushions. Denki and Eijirou stare at you with worry and confusion as they sit on the chairs facing the couch.

''Pichu?'' Denki whispers softly, breaking the tens and awkward silence.

''Pebble, talk to us please.'' Eijirou pleads softly.

''It's my fault. All of this is my fault.'' You mumble as you push yourself up and hug your legs to your chest.

''What do you mean, Pichu?''

''If I hadn't asked you guys to meet up non of this would have happened.''

''We could have said no to your offer, we're just as much at fault.'' Eijirou says in a caring voice.

''I surprised you guys.''

'Iis this why you've been ignoring us?'' Denki whispers softly as he gets up and walks over.

''I just feel so guilty and I....I feel like I don't deserve this.'' You mumbles as you glance at him with teary eyes.

''You do deserve this, Pebble. We don't hold any of this against you and we never will. I get why you feel like this, but there is no reason for you to feel like this.'' Eijirou says with a gentle smile as he walks over.

''You promise?'' You almost whimper.

''We promise. Now are we good again?''

''Yeah.''

[sunsumu]

Boyfriend Hc's for goshiki?

🏅Goshiki Boyfriend Headcanons🏅

LIL BOWL CUT BOY

okay so we all know that he has a BIG, HUGE, HUMONGOUS, LARGE...

pride kink. 

what did you think i was gonna say?

whenever he does something cool, he automatically looks around to find you

he just wants you to see him being cool bro

praise him please!! 

if you watch him during practice he asks shirabu and semi to toss to him so he can show you how cool his hitting skills are

compliment him on his hitting skills and his confidence IS THROUGH THE ROOF. 

is so happy he might cry. 

if tendou hears you praising goshiki he teases goshiki after you leave 

“🎶gOsHiKi-kUn yOU’Re sO bUFf aNd HaNdsOMe🎶~~”

THIS BOY GETS FLUSTERED SO EASY

kiss him on the cheek and he is overheating. 

you hug him after a game?

steam coming out of his ears

he likes holding your hands!! 

still gets a little blush when holding hands

cuddles with him are so cute

he’s the small spoon!!

at first he was kinda against being the small spoon because he wanted to be manly 

soon realised it is very manly to be small spoon (((:!!

sometimes when you’re cuddling he’s the one that praises you!!

“y/n you’re so cute”

“y/n you’re amazing, smart, beautiful. everything you do is just fantastic”

“y/n i love you so much”

he works really hard, trains a lot

one time he passed out of exhaustion 

you found him on the floor of the gym and had a fucking heart attack, but then realised he was just sleeping. so you just laid down next to him

wakes up confused

“why are we laying on the floor-“

“you passed out from training so i laid down with you so people would think we’re just chilling”

maybe taking him to the nurse would’ve been a better choice, but it iz what it iz 

after that you make sure he doesn’t overwork himself 

if you ask him to teach you some volleyball basics, HE WOULD BE SO HAPPY

over the top happy. 

would marry you on the spot. 

like you believe he’s THAT GOOD to teach you volleyball

he’s crying guys. 

HES A HAPPY LITTLE BABY

gets so excited when he sees you!!

dates are always fun and exciting with him

laser tag dates!!!

he is a whole ray of sunshine!! will treat you right no matter what!!

i don't really know his character to well so i’m sorry if this isn't accurate!! really enjoyed writing for him thooo💕

-admin oli💫