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am-i-a-writer-yet · 4 years ago

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TW: migraine, vomiting, oral sex

Reposting this on mobile now I’ve figured out how to do a read more! I don’t specifically mention Henry Cavill but he’s definitely who I was picturing when I wrote this!

It hadn’t been long since you’d moved and started your new job, and of course, the added stress meant that the migraines had come back with a vengeance.

He’d been the first person to come across you with your head in the toilet, sweating and as pale as a ghost. He’d picked you up gently and put you in his car, and taken you home.

He’d been to your place just once before, and it wasn’t that far from his. Thankfully with the new job and increased paycheck you’d had the foresight to hire a maid - you were messy. Knickers on the floor and forgetting to do your laundry messy.

As soon as he took the key off you and opened the door, you found the energy to sprint to the bathroom and vomit again.

Eventually, the wave of nausea passed, and you registered him leaning against the doorframe to the open bathroom, arms crossed and a furrow in his brow.

“Sorry,” you apologised weakly.

“You don’t need to apologise,” he said quietly. “Can I do anything?”

“Water,” you rasped, and he headed to the kitchen to get you a glass while you crawled over to the cabinet under the sink for your meds. Stupidly, you’d forgotten to put them in your work bag. This could have all been avoided, you thought crossly, although it made the stabbing pressure behind your left eye worse.

He came back with a glass of refreshingly ice-cold water for you and raised his eyebrows as he saw the number of different painkillers you were taking.

“That’s… quite a cocktail.”

You shoved the prescription at him that your doctor had written, and his eyebrows almost disappeared into his dark curly hair.

“Is this… normal?”

You sighed, leaned back into the wall and closed your eyes. You could feel the effects after a few minutes, and you could tell you were starting to slur your words and not make sense. You felt him gently lift you up again, and the last thing you registered before you fully passed out was the sensation of being tucked into your soft bed.

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It was dark when you came around. Thankfully the explosive pain in your head had passed, and all that was left was the horrible taste of vomit in your mouth and sheer exhaustion.

You could hear the quiet noise of the TV, and when you went to investigate, his feet were up on the sofa and he was burritoed into your blanket with sleeves. He was playing on your Switch, and you smiled softly.

“Sorry,” he apologised. “Did I wake you? Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Thanks for bringing me home. Sorry you had to see me puke. Are you at least unlocking better characters on Mario Kart?”

He grinned that cheeky half-grin that made you melt… not that he knew that. “Yeah.” You headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth, and he followed you after a few moments with another ice-cold glass of water. You drank it with a moan of appreciation. Migraines always made you dehydrated.

You caught sight of your reflection in the mirror and grimaced. You were a sweaty mess.

“Can I run you a bath?”

You stared at him in shock.

“Uhhhh, sure?” Was this really happening?

He shooed you out of the bathroom and got to work. Fifteen minutes later he let you in.

It was definitely worth it. He had lit several tea lights and lavender incense. Steam was rising up from the bath and there were a few bubbles from the soap he’d poured in.

He left to give you some privacy. You pulled the shower curtain across and moaned as you sank into the heavenly water.

“Did you leave the door open?” he chuckled, and you could see his shadow leaning on the frame again.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, your eyes closed and letting the scents wash over you. “Can you look after me every time I have a migraine?”

You heard him laugh and after a moment, you heard him sit on the floor.

You passed the time laughing and trying to flirt with him, but you were being a bit too subtle and he wasn’t getting the hint. Eventually, the water started to cool off, and you shifted.

“Um, I’m getting out now.”

“Right,” he said, standing up and closing the door to give you some privacy.

You took your time drying off, enjoying the feel of your fluffiest towel. You checked your reflection again in the mirror. You still looked exhausted, but some colour had come back into your face. You removed what was left of your makeup and brushed your teeth again.

You exited the bathroom wrapped in your towel, momentarily forgetting that you hadn’t brought clean pyjamas from your bedroom, and came across him changing your bedsheets.

He looked like a deer trapped in headlights. “I thought it would be nice?” he trailed off, biting his lip in an unbelievably sexy way that was almost definitely unintentional on his part.

Or maybe he knew that he ruined women with his infamous devilish grin and cheeky charm.

You smiled at him and changed into some short pyjamas while his back was turned.

He’d chosen your softest bed sheets, and you wriggled under them appreciatively before he’d even finished making the bed. He laughed at you.

“You can stay if you want,” you offered casually, hoping he’d say yes.

He glanced at the clock; it was 2:38 am.

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed, stretching in a yawn. His t-shirt rode up a little to show his abs and you hoped that he didn’t catch you staring.

“I’m uhh… a cuddly sleeper,” he warned, as he removed his shirt and your heart almost stopped beating. “Even the dog gets annoyed with me spooning him.”

You giggled and allowed him to wrap his strong arms around you. He’s incredibly warm, and you sigh happily and sink into his chiselled chest.

After a moment you felt his lips on your forehead. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Thanks,” you whispered, and you couldn’t help but press a kiss onto his chest. His free arm tilted your chin up, and he kissed you on the lips, softly at first, but slowly giving in to passion.

When you broke apart to catch your breath he rested his forehead on yours. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since you started work.”

“Really?” you were surprised.

He smirked. “How else was I supposed to respond to the beautiful woman running past me on her first day screaming expletives? You’re very hard to not notice.”

You grimaced at the memory. You were certain that you were going to get sacked on your first day. You’d never handled stress very well.

He resumed kissing you impatiently, and your hand wove its way into his soft curls, while your other hand ran down his perfect chest. You’d never particularly been into overly muscled guys, but then you’d also never met a literal Adonis before. His tongue nudged your lips apart, his teeth biting your lower lip and making you moan. His warm hands were not content in just holding you, they were running all over your body, squeezing your ass, your nipples, removing your clothes, grabbing your thighs.

You’d always hated your thighs, but he seemed to really enjoy squeezing them, leaving a hot trail of kisses upwards, nipping here and there. Whenever he made you gasp he looked up with that smile again, and you knew that he knew exactly what he did to you.

He was a muscled guy, and you were a curvy girl, yet somehow you fit together perfectly. He teased you with his fingers first, before adding his tongue and chuckling into you when you whined desperately. He headed straight for the G spot with no messing around, and he’d turned you into such a mess that you came within seconds.

He groaned. “Fuck you taste good.”

You took a swipe of yourself off his lips with your finger and sucked it.

Within half a second his tongue was in your mouth again, all the previous playfulness gone, a guttural growl coming from his throat. You felt how much he wanted you pressed against your legs, his knees nudging yours apart, and you laughed.

“Oh no,” you told him dangerously. “Now it’s your turn.”

He allowed you to push him onto his back and pressed kisses down his body, leaving bite marks, playing a little rougher than he had with you.

His underwear looked like it was about to break, he was straining so hard against it, so you thought you’d be kind and help him out of his predicament.

Your predictions had been right. He was incredibly gifted.

You gently ran your fingers over the tip and felt him shiver. He was completely at your mercy, just as you had been at his a few moments before. There was no way you could fit all of him in your mouth, but you could still have a lot of fun with him.

You pressed light kisses from the tip down to the very base, and tantalisingly slowly you ran your tongue the entire way back up, all the while massaging his head with your fingers. You could feel just how much he was enjoying himself, and your fingers were already wet. His fingers laced themselves in your hair, not holding you down or in place, but letting you know that he liked what you were doing. When you reached the very tip, you sank down as far as you could and began to tease him even more.

“If you keep going, I’m going to come in an embarrassingly short time,” he confessed in a growl.

You chuckled, still with your mouth full, and he couldn’t help but buck into your mouth.

“Fuck.”

Every time he lost control you couldn’t help but moan, which made him lose control more in return, and all in all, it wasn’t long before you could taste him. Looking him dead in the eye, you swallowed.

“That’s one each.”

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #smut #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill x ofc

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fencesandfrogs · 4 years ago

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cloudtail’s daughter: jayfeather

alright, strap in, it's time for jayfeather. i've been holding it in on him for what feels like forever now; he's ya boy's favorite character

also, aside from dove and ivy, he's the character with the highest volume of changes to canon. even above cloudtail and brightheart, because they continue their lives, it's not a big deal. and lion and cinder go to the tribe, but like, that's it. (i'm figuring out if jay goes with them over the course of this essay. i think i said he did in holly? but he literally hasn't been mentioned once in that arc because there's a lot going on.) anyway lion and cinder don't get up to anything. but jay's priorities shift and we see that in his books. i'm really excited to write him but i need to finish arc 1 lmao.

but first, same deal as always. this is part of my cloudtail's daughter au, where dovekit and ivykit are born to cloudtail and brightheart. i don't know how well this will read preemptively, but i suspect it will be rather dependent on the others. cloudtail's daughter: dovewing and/or the long post that explains it are both good places to start, see the cloudtail's daughter tag on my blog.

[2.5k words, 14 minute read, one of the last warriors essays on this blog. i'm going to finish out with my character essays and then everything will be on new sideblog. so check out @mallowstep for more.]

section one: the leafpool business

at the beginning of this series, leafpool and jayfeather are on bad terms. they will stay on bad terms for basically the entirity of the book series. while one of my main complaints with po3/oots is the lack of acknowledgement of adoption, jayfeather has been lied to by his mother and his mentor, something neither hollyleaf or lionblaze have to contend with, and then his sister kills herself over it. obviously she doesn't, but from his perspective. so he blames leafpool because he was really close to hollyleaf and now she's gone, and it's his first real loss, and there's so much going on.

and so he's a grouch and he's unhappy and he's just trying to function when his whole support system has been dismantled over the course of what, like, a quarter moon? yeah so dovekit and ivykit are like "wow what a grouch he sucks" the same way they don't realize prey is dying of thirst & etc.

for the most part he's j chilling and then hollyleaf comes back and man is it some family drama. unfortunately it's postponed til book 4 because hollyleaf and jayfeather have journeys but anyway i'm getting ahead of myself, because this section should end and unlike the hollyleaf essay i want to actually have decent organization.

section two: hollyleaf is away (but jayfeather doesn't get to play)

holly, cinder, and dove go to deal with beavers. we only get jayfeather through lionblaze in the books, but jayfeather is...conflicted. he got his sister back and lost her again and oh i should say. i think jayfeather and hollyleaf are the closer pair of the siblings. not that they don't love lionblaze the same, but you know how cats pair bond? like, it's usually a trauma thing, but even in feral cats, you see very close friendships. anyway yeah so for other au's i've been sorting siblings n denmates into pairs for this purpose (mostly jaywing au because there's a lot re. dovepaw and jaypaw and remember they are reincarnated siblings they've got a close bond going.) and it's kind of...i don't know my point is jayfeather misses his sister because she's like, his best friend too. or she was. and then she died and now she's back and she left again, and lionblaze is more concerned about cinderheart, so jayfeather just comes off as grouchy all the time. but really he's lonely and sad.

so yeah, jayfeather is kind of moping around camp and then the tree falls and whoops now briarpaw/light is parapalegic.

and uhh this goes more or less as in canon but we don't get pov which is fine bc u can sub in canon. but jayfeather? he's still a sad boy but now he's a sad boy with purpose and that makes all the difference

yeah he's close with her. they're sweet. it's sweet. he's pressured by brambleclaw to take an apprentice. he's bristly and angry and "you're not my real father" you know?

beaver crew gets back. jayfeather, who had missed holly, is back to being angry for...angst and plot purpose, really.

but you know, when you love & miss someone and they leave and they come back and somehow that's worse because now they can leave you again? and you can't tell them you want them to stay because you're angry and hurt but you want them to stay? god i'm excited to write these chapters i love emotional turmoil.

he's protective of briarlight, he's trying to keep dovepaw from being a medicine cat, hollyleaf is apologizing but he's not ready to hear it and lionblaze and hollyleaf are beginning to reconnect and it feels like betrayal. so when cinderheart and lionblaze go to the tribe, he tags along. everyone, uh, strongly encourages he go. he is the big grouch.

section three: time travelling times

okay so the timeline for these books is...messy. if you track the chronology of my writing, it's messy. which is to say, i was thinking i could put forgotten warrior and distant whispers over the same time span, but that actually doesn't work, as i review my notes for FW because a big part of it is ivy and holly's relationship. so. fake news. whoops. that sucks.

or maybe it doesn't? idk i don't usually tell linear stories. i like messing with emotional impact of events. so writing 600k of very linear story telling is very not easy for me. but i'm trying.

right so basically the official order of events until i change my mind again is as follows (names abbreviated as DIHLJC because they're all unique): DCH returns from beavers, DILCJ go to tribe with some other random warrior undecided, J + rando return, JH start awkwardness (beginning of TFW, middle of DW), DILC return (end of DW), time travel stuff (middle to end of TFW). hopefully that was intelligble, but it is admittedly 85% for my own benefit.

alright so we've covered during beavers, now jayfeather and hmmmm let's say, uhhhh, let's say they go with, literally any interesting background character, uh, bumblestripe! he doesn't do anything in this au bumblestripe goes with them. also since his name starts w b i can still write DIHLJCB and have things be unambigious. and it means there are fewer bs in thunderclan and trust me you don't know how frustrating the existence of like 6 b characters is.

alright so we really have 3 sets of two pairs of cats here. maybe i won't go w bumblestripe, bc he doesn't have an existing relationship w jayfeather. i dunno. i'm a big fan of jay & briar, whether as a ship or just besties, but that's just out, and hollyleaf can't come a) because i said so and b) honestly maybe she can? actually wait hold on that solves my problems. hot damn so 6/6 of the pov cats go to the tribe and this will be one of the only times all six characters are plot relevant at the same time. but i'm going george r r martin on it and seperating the books not by time but into DICL + JH because they're two completely separate character arcs that happen to take place at the same time. (don't worry i'm going to resolve the fallen leaves thing. in this essay ig bc i've already covered hollyleaf.)

okay so yeah hollyleaf is sent bc jayfeather isn't planning on staying w tribe for long time. just short time. and he's all "firestar why"

"well jayfeather," firestar says, "you don't talk to your family."

"i talk to dovewing," jayfeather says

"you're not related to her," firestar says

"there's a whole prophecy about how i'm related to her," jayfeather says

"you know about that?" firestar says

and that's how the cat gets out of the bag.

so anyway. jayfeather and hollyleaf are sent because...hold on, spinning the wheel of reasons for a character to go on a field trip...because...because...because...because...jayfeather had one of those dreams. i don't know. rock or something. now he's going.

they get there, and this is where the books get a lil time wonky, bc jayfeather and hollyleaf stay for like a moon, during which jayfeather goes back in time. i think.

i haven't worked out the details and probably won't until i do an updated au synopsis because it's hard to keep track and i'm more concerned about character through lines. like, jayfeather does this and he feels sad, and hollyleaf is sad about her ghost boyfriend, and they're travelling back together, and hollyleaf is his sister and she doesn't make him feel like he needs protection and lionblaze is bad at that, and they start to talk again.

and yeah, they bond. again. it's kind of, on top of their old bond? like they don't repair anything, they bond like strangers. but it's not nothing, and that matters.

so jayfeather gets back, and we're moving into book five, and i don't remember when the last time i made a section break was or what number we're on, so...sorry.

section ???: old man yells at cloud

alright it's finally jayfeather's moment. you know, he's one of my favorite characters, and he only gets a book and a half. "but mateo," i hear you saying, "doesn't every character get a book and a half? and more importantly, 6x1.5 is 9, so how does every character get a book and a half?" well, yes, every character does, but dovewing and ivypool are relevant in books 1-3 and 6, cinderheart in 1-3 and 5, lionblaze in 1-3, and hollyleaf in 2-5 (and has a critical role in 1 and 6, just no character development), while jayfeather is just really essential to books 4-5, and has a background role in 3. that means he's about equal to lionblaze. he's equal to lionblaze. as far as the numbers go, i cannot tell you. it's a mystery.

right so the reason for this is because (a) jayfeather doesn't do that much in oots. i love him, but he's not, like, super important, and (b) he's going to work better in these books if he's concentrated. because his big theme is his relationship with hollyleaf and the past. they're both kind of stuck in it but in different ways. and that prevents them from ever properly healing. so jay never has a full arc in this. i mean he has a full arc, it's just not a satisfying one. and that means he's sort of got to be put in the containment units.

so anyway, he gets his real big moments in the fifth book, when he's reuniting starclan. i think this is one of the riskier decisions on my part: we'll see whether or not i can deliver on him the way i plan to. but i think i can pull it off so that his arc is more meaningful condensed as such.

right. so. jayfeather is decided. he is going to fix starclan. because dead cats need to get thier shit together and he dgaf.

he spends a decent amount of time arguing with yellowfang and bluestar, because basically no important cats have died. at least we're in omen of the stars so it still makes sense? i have no idea why yellow/blue are still so important. please kill more important cats. it makes us feel things.

but feathertail is also probably going to be involved, i don't know. i haven't read these books (specifically, books 4 and 5 of oots) in forever so i don't really remember what happens. but he's kind of, super done with everything. i think he'll probably try to get the support of mothwing and kestrelflight (which is canon i believe?) and try to work as a team. i feel like there's weirdness w shadowclan too i should sort out.

so yeah, there's some medicine cat bonding, everything is OK, sol is happening? but cinderheart is dealing with that. jayfeather is naturally very upset about disconnects with sol but like he's also dealing with stuff i...i really need to reread outcast and sign of the moon. well, they're on my list after "all of these fucking riverclan novels like why they don't show up in the main series but i still have to read a bunch to be able to write them that's not fair."

alright, well, with that very vague description of what happens, moving on, the prophecy gets revealed to the clans at a whole in like...the ending eighth of this book. trying to maximise the amount of exposure to other clans without messing with the pacing.

so jayfeather and undecided warrior B (definitively not hollyleaf) go to windclan. jayfeather is...very unhappy about this. he does not want to leave. thunderclan is his home, and he's blind, and it's really hard to adapt to a new space and he thinks everyone is going to treeat him badly.

and well, if you've read my culture posts, windclan is....very pro-medicine cats and pro-prophecy cats. funerals. mourning. prayer. is probably the best place to start, but to get to the meat of it, start with general clan culture. to summarize, windclan: religious. but kind of like catholics, they don't believe in an individual connection with starclan. only leaders, and medicine cats, and very rarely members of prophecies have a connection. so. jayfeather. he's twice over. that's very cool to windclan.

so cats are kind of falling over themselves to help him, and like. i mean jayfeather is a grouch and he hates that he needs someone to help him through the territory, but at least they don't treat it like a chore, or like he's pitiable. this is a desirable task. apprentices want to know about his powers. and kestrelflight is a respected part of the clan, arguably more important than onestar, and jayfeather has never really gotten over being shoved in the healer hole as a child like it was lesser or easier to be a medicine cat, and so it's a big change.

and yeah. so i mean. an unobservant reader might say jayfeather has sufficient ego. he does not need stroking. they, of course, would be wrong.

jayfeather has a complex, but it's not an ego issue. he's...he's been denied everything he's wanted, and he's jaded, and weary, and he's never really believed that his clan views him as able and equal. in canon, at present, he's lost almost every cat he's every cared about. alderheart is his strongest remaining tie, and his fear at losing him, but willingness to let him leave, is very telling.

so yeah, jayfeather enjoys being accepted. anyone would. he doesn't really have confidence issues, but....argh. i know why this is good i swear it'll come out in the writing.

anyway, that's...that's pretty much it. jayfeather? done.

#warrior cats #warriors au #warriors #hollyleaf #jayfeather #q #mine #txt #13th #March #2021 #March 13th 2021 #cloudtail's daughter #essay #long

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 5 years ago

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Out of My League (Midoriya Izuku X Reader X Bakugou Katsuki) PART 2

PART 2 to: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/189171035414/out-of-my-league-midoriya-izuku-x-reader-x

Classes are almost over ya’ll~! AH! I can’t friggin’ wait!! Ah I forgot to mention that the reader her, a.k.a you and us are a BIT on the chubby side here.

Summary: You make the ultimate decision to go shopping with all of your classmates.

'Cause she's so high High above me She's so lovely She's so high Like Cleopatra Joan of Arc or Aphrodite...

‘She’s So High’- Tal Bachman

SECONDS AGO…

“(Y-Y/N)? Are you… okay?” He asked you as Uraraka, Iida and a few other classmates looked at you and you realized that you called him a little louder than you intended to.

“I uh…”

Oh God you were stuttering again, and it never ceased to amuse Bakugo. You were SUCH a dork it was almost endearing. “Uhhh… ummm… uhhhh… oh fuck it… Izuku I need to talk to you about something school-related…” You ignored the looks you were getting and the rather surprised look from Izuku and didn’t notice the shock on Bakugo’s face.

What did you need to talk to DEKU for? It was SO not school-related…

NOW…

“Oh! S-Sure of course…” But Izuku didn’t turn you down, he always came to you if you needed something, so he politely told his friends he’d be back as you gestured him to follow you out of the classroom. He couldn’t lie though; he was nervous and hoping that it wasn’t anything bad or alarming…

“Y-You wanted to talk to me (Y/N)?” He asked you politely as you nodded and sighed heavily, no stuttering, just tell him. “Uh… I-I uh…” Yet there you were, hearing only your heart from your chest as your face turned hot.

“U-Uhhh…”

STOP STUTTERING!

“Izuku will you go to the dance with me…?” You mumbled EXTREMELY quietly, and of course Izuku couldn’t hear you, he didn’t have super senses after all.

“I’m sorry?”

Dammit…

“Izuku will you go to the dance with me…?!” You raised your voice a tad bit, loud enough for him to hear at least as you closed your eyes, no way you couldn’t bear to see another guy reject you again. Except you just didn’t see how RED his face turned, and how fast it did as you heard him gasp out loud in absolute shock…

“H-H-H-Huh?! W-Wha…?! M-M-Me…?!” He was a stuttering mess, worse than you in fact as he was absolutely flabbergasted and you quickly opened your eyes to see. Oh my God the poor thing, you were almost worried that your question was going to sink in and kill him like cobra venom.

“A-Are you…? W-What uh…? I-I uh… d-did… a-are y-y-you you…?”

Poor Izuku lost the ability to form sentences, hell he could barely even speak at this point and you were both concerned and charmed by how endearingly befuddled he was. But despite how flustered he was, Izuku ALMOST looked a bit skeptical and even looked over his shoulder and every other direction to see if you were talking to someone else. But no… there was no one else, then again, who else’s name was Izuku?

“M-M-Me…?”

He pointed a very shaky finger at himself, wondering if you were really talking to him, him! Him?! Could you even see him? Were you just a figment of his imagination? There’s no way… he didn’t get asked out to dances! Let alone dates!

And there’s no way someone as cool as you would ever ask out a loser like him. One For All or not, you were still out of his league.

You couldn’t help but smile and giggle a bit, oh my God he really was cuter than an otter in a swimming pool.

“Yeah you.”

This felt just like 16 Candles and that was a classic movie in your mind, and then the more you thought about it, and the more you saw those hopeful, lovely green eyes of his, the more you realized that you wanted to have that 16 Candles kind of thing with Izuku.

He was always there for you, even when you were at your lowest and couldn’t even repay the favor. This time you would do that and go out with him and take him to that dance. If anything, he deserved to be at that dance more than anyone else did because he was the nicest guy you’ve ever met. “M-Me…? Y-You… y-you’re asking me… o-out t-to the… d-dance…?” Izuku was still in disbelief, but slowly starting to believe it because you wouldn’t deceive him like that.

Although he remembered the last time there was a school dance, he thought for a moment that you were going to maybe ask him out. But he was a little boy back then with big dreams, he was grown up now and thought more realistically. Except the big dreams of that little boy was… coming true? Like every other big dream he’s had has slowly been coming true.

Now his best girl-friend was asking him out to the dance.

“Yes! Yes I want to ask you out to the dance dork, that’s why I’m asking, I want to go with you to the dance, so… do you wanna go…? Or…” You resisted the urge to laugh as Izuku blushed even darker, and without even thinking he exclaimed, almost emotionally, “YES I DO!”

The one time he didn’t really have much of a filter, he just said ‘yes’. Because back then he hoped you would ask him out, and one year later it was actually happening. He wanted to go to the dance with you.

Your (E/C) eyes widened and you somewhat loudly gasped. Then reality came crashing down on you as you grinned widely, excitedly but nervously. You were going to the dance with someone…

“G-Guh-Guh-Great! I-I uh… that is awesome…! I am uh… we’re going to the dance~…!” Shaking your fists excitedly you forced that smile to stay on as Izuku looked just as, if not MORE nervous than you as his smile was equally wide, nervous and forced when it dawned on him…

He really had someone to go to the dance with…

“Hee-hee okey dokey! Wow…! That went better than I thought…! S-So uh…”

“Uhh….”

Oh God now neither of you could even talk to each other without stuttering like dorks, but you didn’t want to make this whole thing weird so you started talking again. Somehow…

“It’s in 2 days… so I uh… I will get ready until then… I guess I will… like meet up with you…?” You wondered outloud since this was completely new to you. You could cite everything from Game of Thrones and other things you loved, but you didn’t know the first thing about how dances and dates worked.

“O-Oh, yeah…! I-I will too…! I can… I uh will… be there at the dorms, a-and wait for you…” He knew almost everything about heroes, but absolute zero on what to do for dates or being asked out to a dance. Movies didn’t count, but dammit it was all he could remember whenever he watched those embarrassingly sweet romcoms with his mom.

The guy waits for the girl and then he takes her to the dancefloor? Is that how it worked? He would stick with that…

“Awesome! Hehe… well uh… I look forward to it Izuku…” You were still nervous, but genuinely excited as you meant what you said and you were glad that Izuku’s nerves softened a little bit and he seemed really happy. “M-Me too (Y/N)… I… I can’t wait…” He was excited, extremely excited but also… extremely nervous once the two of you went back into class and to your seats, with the heavy blush on both your cheeks which made nearly anyone who was paying attention, curious.

Hagakure knew though, judging by how shy and flustered you and Izuku looked she had to suppress a squeal and quietly fawn all over you both. You did it! You asked him out!!

You asked him out…

He was asked out…

Now you and Izuku were both freaking out. Oh my God he was going to need to wear his best suit and tie, maybe brush his hair and make sure he had good breath, and he couldn’t screw up the actual dancing. Oh my God what if he steps on your foot? What if he goes to the dance and later any cologne or deodorant he has wears off? What if his breath ends up smelling? What if he trips and makes a huge fool of himself and then worse, embarrass you?

Izuku wondered as he mumbled to himself anxiously much to the great concern of his friends Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki and Aoyama. “Um… Deku…” Uraraka wanted to ask what was up, especially since he looked so frantic, but the boy was lost in his own world.

And you were too as Hagakure saw how nervous you looked. Oh My God you needed to get a nice dress, and ugh you were NOT going to like getting heeled shoes but you needed to look your best. You had to shave your pits and legs, wash your hair and brush it for a change, wear deodorant and perfume and have a ton of gum for your breath. You needed to just do everything to look good and smell good. Especially smell good because hygiene was NOT exactly your strongest suit.

Yes. You were a girl and you didn’t have the greatest hygiene.

And yet that was the worst part because you actually asked a boy out to the dance and now you realized that you had a lot of work to do to make this dance a memorable one.

However…

That was Bakugo’s biggest concern and his biggest doubt. He didn’t know what the hell you talked to Deku about, but he was going to find out. He didn’t like how flushed you and him looked, but he wanted to assume and believe that one of you said something stupid and you and he got flustered since you were both giant dorks.

Still he was glaring at you, and then at Deku. He refused to even consider that maybe you or he must have talked to each other about the dance everyone was talking about. There’s no way you would ever ask him out to the dance when you couldn’t even do that for him last year, and there’s especially no way Deku could ever have the guts to ask you out.

Right?

2 HOURS LATER

“OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE?” You asked Hagakure once class was over and the two of you were walking out of the class and now you were freaking out. Except Hagakure was too excited to let you fret about it. “You asked him out! Like you said you would! You did it! And he said yes!!” She was jumping cheerfully for you, and starting to fawn over how cute it was even though it did nothing to calm you down.

“I know! He said yes! No guy’s ever told me ‘yes’ to things! That doesn’t happen to me! Things like that don’t happen to people like me! What am I gonna do?!” You exclaimed and put your hands to your head nervously, because… it was true, no guy EVER looked your way and so now that Izuku actually took up your offer to the dance you had NO idea what to do now.

“(Y/N)…” Hagakure whined a little bit, “You’re so mean to yourself… but for now you need to get yourself a nice dress! Because Midoriya said ‘yes’! He likes you! But you gotta dress up nice to show off how pretty you are!” She didn’t stop encouraging you though, if Izuku said yes then that meant he HAD to have thought you were pretty.

So why not show him that?

“Tooru I’m NOT-“

“YES! You ARE. You’re pretty (Y/N)! And you’re gonna show everyone! C’mon! Let’s go get the girls and the rest of our classmates so we can go SHOPPING~!!” She exclaimed happily and full of energy as you could only weakly smile, “Yay…” You mumbled very nervously, but that didn’t sound like the worst idea…

Maybe she was right. Maybe you could stand to look a little pretty and feel pretty, you were going to a dance after all!

Yeah… what the hell? It was time to allow yourself to feel pretty.

“Okay! Let’s go!” You pumped your fist in the air with a grin as Hagakure whooped highly with extreme joy.

The girls were all totally on board, much to your surprise and light nervousness and then on top of that, the rest of your classmates were happy to come too, although clearly Bakugou was the most reluctant until Kirishima and Kaminari dragged him along while he kicked and screamed at them. You almost understood why he didn’t want to go though, because frankly you didn’t really want to either. The girls were almost too enthusiastic…

It wasn’t that you didn’t get along with the other girls, you actually liked them, but you weren’t used to hanging around them altogether since you mostly hung out with either yourself, or the boys. Hell, that was made pretty clear given that Izuku and Bakugo were your closest friends. And on top of that each of them were much prettier than you, skinnier than you, cuter than you, smelt better than you, somehow made different hairstyles look better than you…

Even Hagakure, and she was your closest girl-friend, but somehow even when invisible she managed to look and have a better figure than you.

And just like that the joy you had earlier flew right out the window... a temporary burst of confidence was all it was...

“What am I doing here…?” Finally, you asked yourself once you found that you were standing outside a store full of dresses that the girls all had gone into and you just couldn’t find the motivation to take a step inside.

“Yeah. What ARE you doing here?” However, you weren’t alone and you jumped a little bit when you saw Bakugou glaring right at you and you felt blood rushing to your face.

“H-Heeeeey… Bakugo…” You hesitated with a nervous smile, because while you had been on first-name basis with Bakugo ever since you were kids, after middle school you went back to last-name basis, and it pissed him off more than it probably should have as his eyes narrowed at you.

“Answer the damn question.”

You swallowed hard at his blunt demand, and you immediately stuttered, “I uh… umm… uhhh…” And you silently cursed yourself for letting that get the better of you, you couldn’t stutter because you knew Bakugou hated that. At least that’s what you always believed because he’s mocked you for it ever since middle school, and actually he’s mocked you for it since the 4th grade.

So you paused, letting yourself regain your composure and to your surprise, the blonde showed a surprising, rare amount of patience so you could collect yourself, “I have no idea really… it… sounded like a good idea at first but then I remembered… I never liked shopping.” Sighing, you slumped your shoulders the more you realized that yeah, you were so out of your element and you couldn’t believe you were here.

Bakugo’s scoff was almost comforting because he clearly knew how you were, “Yeah no duh, you’re over all this shit, always have been, always thought it was stupid, and it is stupid. Surprised you’re not at Hot Topic, that damn place has all that dumb stuff you’re into.” He almost snickered, because he knew you, you weren’t into this shit, and you weren’t exactly a mall-rat.

You chuckled a little bit, almost laughing because you were starting to think that maybe you should just go back home, this wasn’t going to work, “You know what? You’re actually right…” You didn’t disagree with that, Bakugo was on the ball. It actually made you smile a little bit, yes he was still a jerk, but he cared enough to at least remember some things about you apparently.

“And what did you to say to Deku?”

Now that’s what he really wanted to ask, and your eyes widened slightly and immediately your face went aflame and your pits turned into the rainforest for some reason. Why did that make you nervous? This jerk, like that was any of his business. Yet the way he glared at you was more or less his way of saying ‘I don’t care if it’s none of my business, tell me now’.

“Ah I just… asked him about the dance… I asked if he was going… and to my surprise he said ‘yes’… which like… really shocked me.” That wasn’t a TOTAL lie, it was like 50 percent true, you DID ask Izuku about the dance and you were VERY surprised that he said ‘yes’ and you blushed just thinking about it and prayed Bakugo didn’t see.

He lowly growled in slight annoyance, but he actually believed that. He was feeling PRETTY fucking confident that you didn’t ask that nerd to GO to the dance, and he figured Deku probably grew some balls to go to a dance now that he had Todoroki and those three other extras (Uraraka, Iida and Aoyama) following him. “What a loser.” He muttered a bit, even though he himself didn’t want to go to the dance but those morons he called friends were forcing him to go. And deep down he did NOT want to admit that maybe it won’t be 100 percent horrible because he’s got actual friends to go with now.

You couldn’t really say anything to that, because for some reason what confidence you had earlier was all gone as you stood quiet, “So are you going?” He asked you somewhat roughly and you perked up again, face turning red and your pits sweating even more. Man you needed to see a doctor about that…

A snicker left you, and then a small laugh as if to try and see if that would make Bakugo laugh like it did in middle school, but it didn’t this time which you thought was kinda weird. “Come on Bakugou… me? It’s like you said, I’m over all that stuff… hee-hee w-what makes you think I’d actually go to that thing? I mean… look at me.” You were being self-deprecating and that pissed him off more than he was aware of.

“Well… I guess I’m kinda obligated to go but it’s only cuz the girls are gonna basically annoy me into going…” You added and gave a rather believable answer since he was well aware that the girls liked to lull you around with them despite the fact that you weren’t always entirely comfortable with it and you couldn’t say no to them.

“Well don’t go if you don’t really want to stupid. Don’t let those idiots force you into going to something that’s not even your thing.” He muttered in annoyance, it’s not like he cared about you or anything.

You weren’t as bad as Deku was, or as bad as some of the other idiots in his class. And maybe it was that damn guilt that he couldn’t quite shake off once he remembered rejecting you last year at the last dance. On top of that, you clearly weren’t confident when it came to things like this, he knew that well. You were never confident about things, which is one of the many reasons he looked down on you, and he KINDA felt bad about that too. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that, because now you didn’t have any, and it showed when he had to reassure you.

Your eyes went even wider and you were beyond surprised at Bakugo’s words. Was he trying to be nice to you? You didn’t know whether to be touched or scared of this act of kindness.

“Who are you and what have you done with Katsuki Bakugo?” Your confused smile turned into a snicker but all this did was piss him off as he angrily yelled at you, “HAH?! What the hell’s that supposed to mean Shitty Girl?!”

“There’s my guy…” You were instantly reassured once he screamed and showed off his usual, pissy self as you sighed in relief and smiled. “Well… this has been nice and awkward, I’m just gonna go with the girls now and see if I can come up with an excuse to leave.” While it was nice knowing Bakugo actually talked to you for a little bit, you really wanted to leave this awkward situation as you walked away backwards to go into the store and wave at him.

All you could see was his annoyed sneer though as he watched you go in, “Idiot…” Bakugo muttered as he left in a huff, ALMOST a little hurt that you cut what little conversation you and he had short because you felt weird around him. He knew you did…

You knew that he knew too, but you didn’t think much of it. He was just being a little nosy and weird about this dance, and you just told yourself that maybe it’s because he really didn’t want to go either.

And yet here you were, looking around dresses that were WAY too small for your size as you groaned a bit and looked around in hopes to find the largest size which was somehow too small too.

“Ugh. I swear to fucking God it’s like every single dress made is for the skinny girls. Look at all these motherfuckers…” You glared at a mannequin with it’s perfect, thin body, white skin and lack of face, ergo what was deemed ‘perfect’ because it had the right, plastic body, a complete lack of hair and no face which was all men liked. Just a perfect body with nothing gross about it.

Your body was far from perfect, with plenty of body hair where it was supposed to be, your pits, your legs, your crotch, and it was gross. You were gross and you knew it, but hey being gross is being human dammit.

“I hate you.” You said to the mannequin and scoffed as you went over to the larger ladies’ clothes to try and see if there was maybe a nice dress you could get there. And you made sure to stay away from the girls who COULD shop in the sections you had just left and rolled your eyes. Maybe you should just go home…

Yeah, you were going home.

Sighing you flipped your disheveled hair and headed right towards the entrance so you could just go home, maybe see Hot Topic and hit the food court afterwards and also get something sweet at one of the stands.

“Hey! (Y/N)! Where you going?!”

But you closed your eyes, groaning in annoyance when you heard Uraraka’s voice, who apparently caught you leaving and frankly you wanted to just leave but it seemed you had no choice now. “(Y/N)…!! I thought we were shopping together!!” Hagakure whined a little bit because you DID say you would go with everyone, except you didn’t think you would instantly regret it later.

Still you turned to face the girls with an awkward smile. “I’m going home. This isn’t my thing, I mean like none of these outfits fit me or anything and I just… yeah I’m gonna go okay?” You nervously put your hands in your pockets and you were getting ready to just leave. You wanted to leave.

But the girls, while they felt bad for kinda bringing you when you weren’t entirely willing, it’s also because they wanted to include you and make you feel like a part of their group. Girls looked out for each other.

“(L/N)… wait don’t… don’t go just yet, I’m sure there are some outfits that fit you.” Yaoyorozu was going to try and make you feel better but you shook your head. “In case you missed it Yaoyorozu, not EVERY girl can have a perfect body like yours so… I doubt it…” You didn’t mean to sound cold, but it was true, you were being realistic and you felt some satisfaction when you put the smart girl in a box.

“Come on (L/N) there’s no need to be like that, don’t take that out on Yaoyorozu.” Jirou defended her friend, but at this point you were in no mood for this shit.

“Fuck off Jirou. You don’t get it.” You coolly said to the girl who gasped in shock and looked taken aback when you prepared to leave again, “W-Wait! How about you let us help you?!” Yaoyorozu, once again, wanted to help you and admittedly… this shocked you.

You even turned your head with a surprised look on your face, “Yaoyorozu… you’re a nice girl… but… I don’t know… this…” You gestured to your body, letting some guilt show though because she was being so kind. “Is NOT easy to shop for…”

She still smiled at you though, “Every shape is different. I myself have to find my own bras and dresses that can fit my assets.” She explained what sort of difficulties she had although you couldn’t help but think ‘you can just easily make your own though accustomed to your bust size…’

But it was nice to know that even she had her own troubles with finding clothes that fit, and it made sense. After all it was hard for you to find shirts too because not every shirt could fit those things on your chest as you smiled a bit. “Okay… here’s a challenge, think you can help me find a bra that actually fits me? Cuz I’m sure I’ve been wearing the wrong bra for YEARS…” The girls smiled and perked up when it seemed like you were in a better mood and more encouraged.

“Sure we can. I know not many of these clothes are really practical, but there’s a few that can actually fit and look good enough for your tastes.” Tsuyu said to you, frank as always as you smiled at the girls, nodding with a small scoff, “Tell me about it… okay… ladies, help me with my boobs.” You suddenly said to the girls, although your choice of words flustered Jirou but the girls looked ready to help you.

“Absolutely! Come on let’s see what we’re working with!” Ashido was the first to happily pull you in as you actually smiled a little bit and let the girls help you with your assets. It took less long than you thought as Yaoyorozu found you the perfect bra that actually fit, and for once it felt right and not just tolerable having that thing on your chest. That’s one issue taken care of.

You actually smiled when you saw the other girls apparently having trouble finding dresses too, as you each tried on a few other dresses that looked cute but weren’t quite ‘it’ for you girls. Jirou had on something cute that YOU liked but Ashido and Hagakure both shook their heads, much to her dismay. Although Yaoyorozu looked fantastic in just about anything, she and everyone else agreed that it wasn’t quite that right dress for her.

Wow… you had a little more in common with these girls than you thought as you chuckled a bit when you looked at the bra that Yaoyorozu brought for you. You wanted to pay her back but she said there was no need for that, sweet girl…

“And here you go (Y/N). You said that you need these?” She even gave you some bike shorts that you tried on as you nodded and happily accepted it. “That’s right! Thank you~. Because my legs chafe if I ain’t got no shorts…” You sighed a little bit, but seemed a BIT less sad about it. Yes, your legs were prone to chafing due to a little extra weight and thickness on your thighs.

“You’re welcome!” She sweetly said as you smiled at the girl, although you didn’t find a dress yet, you were glad that the girls found you the important things you would need for BEFORE you wear a dress. And so all of you decided to go and meet the guys at the food court for lunch.

“THANK GOD…” You threw your hands up once it was time for a lunch break, much to the girl’s amusement as they laughed with you and you grinned with them. Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad as you hit the food court and waved at some of the guys that were there.

Oh there was Izuku! You happily waved at him and he instantly turned bright red as he looked away shyly, but he shakily and timidly waved back at you. God he still couldn’t believe YOU asked him out…

And then you waved at Bakugo with a bigger smile than he was used to seeing on you. What was up with you? He could only give you a sneer in return as you just giggled, classic Bakugo, never happy to see anyone.

But you were in a good mood, and frankly you were glad to finally get some food in you. Well, more food, but still, you weren’t going to feel too bad about eating today. You gladly got whatever wasn’t recommended for you, a lot of things that weren’t healthy, fast food and even a few sweet desserts that you gladly put on the table in front of you. And you ignored all the looks other girls from other high schools were giving you when seeing the ‘fat fest’ on your tray. Bitches.

You didn’t care and the girls were actually glad you didn’t, you liked what you liked and they didn’t judge you for it. And neither did most of your closest friends either. Izuku sure didn’t, he was glad that you were eating in fact.

Sure it wasn’t the most recommended things, but that’s just how you were, and it was better than not eating. He sighed as he glanced over at you, his cheeks flushing the more he started to admire you a little bit, even as you wiped your face and burped after eating which made Hagakure and Uraraka laugh, while Jirou made a face. Izuku’s always been a little bit keen on you, but there’s no way a guy like him could ever off you what you deserved. You were amazing, unafraid in your own way, even on your lowest days he still admired you and thought you were brilliant.

“Midoriya? Are you feeling okay?” Iida asked his friend in concern when he seemed like he was distracted, again. “O-Oh! Y-Yes! I’m fine, sorry…” And Izuku quickly reassured him even though this kind of flustered him, but Aoyama and Todoroki saw through him a little bit more.

“What did (Y/N) talk to you about?” Todoroki never got to ask him after you had to talk to him in class today, and Izuku’s cheeks betrayed him by burning a bright shade of red as he shook his head, “N-Nothing really! I-It was just for homework! T-That’s all! S-She uh… j-just needed my help…” He couldn’t find it in him to tell his friends that he was asked out, because to be honest, he STILL couldn’t believe it…

Aoyama had a feeling that was the case though, he saw how flustered you both looked when you both came back into the classroom. And then he saw how you looked at Izuku often, and how he would look at you. “She’s a nice girl isn’t she? Lovely too.” Rather than asking him straight up, he instead asked Izuku if he found you pretty. The boy blushed even more as he looked down with a little smile.

‘Yeah… I think she’s awesome…’ He thought to himself as he looked over at you one more time as you took a huge sip of your drink.

“Now that’s a meal…” Kaminari chuckled when he saw how much you were eating, and he was a little bit impressed. “No kidding, why didn’t I take a tip from her?!” Kirishima was a lot less condescending about it though, he admired a girl who wasn’t afraid to eat. “I don’t think we should judge someone for what they eat…” Sero noted with a somewhat nervous smile. Despite being a healthy person, he wasn’t going to judge people for what they ate. However, Bakugo just tried to look disgusted, you never were the healthiest eater and that was a little bit gross.

“Hey Bakugo why don’t you ask HER to the dance?” Was Kaminari’s next question since he saw him talking to you before you went into that store, but Bakugo angrily retorted, “Hell no!” He hated the way his face started to heat up at the thought. Him asking YOU to the dance? There was no way in hell that was happening, he wasn’t going to dance with you! And it’s not because he said he wouldn’t dance with you if you were the last girl on earth…

That’s right he said that… man… now that he remembered that, it was harsh even for him…

“(Y/N)’s great though! She’s funny, she’s smart and she knows who she is, plus she’s cute don’t you think?” Kirishima listed off all the best points about you as he had a pretty high opinion of you and considered you an awesome friend, but all this did was make Bakugo even madder. These idiots acted like they knew you better than he did, he knew you dammit.

You WERE funny and smart, but he couldn’t find it in him to say that out loud, and he was NOT going to dance with you because dances were stupid! He always thought they were and you did too! It was stupid! Everything about this damn dance was stupid!

“NO I DON’T!” He shouted in response, much to the light surprise of his friends because although they knew you and Bakugo have been friends for a while they didn’t exactly know the full extent of your relationship. “That’s not very cool man. (Y/N) has a pretty face.” Sero wasn’t approving of Bakugo’s attitude towards you though, he never thought that was cool. After all you never did anything to him, why was Bakugo so pissy whenever you got involved in a situation or whenever you hung out with them?

“You idiots just shut up! (Y/N) is not just a ‘pretty face’, she’s weird, gross and annoying as hell! I am NOT asking her to the stupid dance!” He exclaimed to his three friends, but all of them looked mildly shocked and a little bit appalled to hear him say such things about you. Sero even made sure that none of the girls, especially you, could hear this. Some of the other onlookers did but thankfully they were all just strangers.

“Man that’s mean…” The tallest boy shook his head, starting to wonder how you and Bakugo were even friends to begin with. “Okay… jeez… ya know it’s so NOT manly to call a girl gross dude.” Kirishima gave his friend some criticism even though the blonde just glared and growled at him. “So… does that mean I can ask her out instead?” Kaminari asked that question once the mood got a BIT too grim for his liking, and Bakugo could call you gross all he wanted, he thought you were cute.

“Don’t even think about it Dunce-Face!!” And Kaminari jumped a bit in shock when Bakugo suddenly shouted for him to NOT ask you out? “W-What?!” He fearfully exclaimed because he was confused, did Bakugo like you or not? I mean make up your mind already!

And that’s the thing, he refused to even think that he liked you. He didn’t! He did NOT like you.

Meanwhile, you just sat at your table with your gal-pals, slurping spaghetti noodles as you looked over at Bakugo’s table and wondered what it was he was screaming about. But you shrugged and just assumed Bakugo was just being Bakugo, and you got up so you could get a refill of (S/D) your favorite soda drink.

You watched the liquid filling your cup and at the corner of your eye you saw a familiar face, oh it was that Shinsou boy, getting his own drink to put on his tray of food.

That’s right he was part of the class now, you realized with a small chuckle and gasped when the bubbly soda suddenly overflowed from your cup and cold liquid ran down your fingers and already got sticky, “Oh God, oh God, oh God… ugh…” Quickly you grabbed some napkins to wipe it off, and you froze when you heard an amused chuckle.

And you saw Shinsou grinning right at you, clearly he thought that was hilarious as you pouted a little bit. “I know you. You have that telekinesis quirk.” He remarked once he recalled your familiar face and you ceased your pouting.

“Heh, that’s me.” You replied neutrally with a little smile to be polite, and he was still smirking at you and pointed to the side of his mouth, “You know you’ve got sauce on your face.” He noted as you flinched and blushed in embarrassment, “Oh… shit… is it off?” You asked as you wiped it off with the sticky napkins.

“Yeah it is.” He was nice enough to tell you that as you scoffed, “Well you got a little something under here.” You decided to be a smart aleck and point to the bags under your eyes, just to point out the bags he had under his eyes, but he rolled his eyes and didn’t cease his grin.

“What do you call those things under your eyes?” He pointed out your hypocrisy as stuck your tongue out at him, “Shopping bags…” However, you couldn’t deny that you had bags under your eyes as you sighed…

“At least you can say you did shopping?” He asked you, tone a BIT more playful though since he could sympathize with that as you laughed, “Yeah you got a point there actually… and I’m not the type who goes shopping.” You pointed out with a smile, “You could have fooled me.” His smirk turned a bit more… flirtatious? No…

“Oh shut up! Like you’re the type who shops too, I mean I love the whole ‘I just got out of bed’ hairstyle but you can’t talk shit…” You tried not to laugh but you couldn’t help yourself as Shinsou chuckled a little bit. “Okay… you got me there. But you know, you and I have the same hairstyle.” He pointed out your messy hair though, while it wasn’t wild like his, it still wasn’t really brushed and was pretty messy.

“Bedhead twins?” You shrugged your shoulders with a coy smile as Shinsou’s smirk turned into more of a smile. As Ashido watched you and him talking, her eyes brightening a bit.

“OMG Chemistry alert~!” She exclaimed cheerfully to the girls who stopped to see what she was talking about, and they saw it. You and Shinsou just talking to each other, and you were laughing and he was trying his hardest not to even though your laughter was oddly contagious. Hagakure gasped a little bit, as happy as she was that you asked out Izuku, this was kinda cute…

And the other girls had no idea that you already asked out Izuku, but they were already starting to think that you were probably gonna ask out Shinsou? Even though you guys hadn’t really talked until now.

“Hee… oh God I forgot about my girls, hehe thanks for being awkward with me, I will see you later dude.” Once you remembered the girls, you took your drink to go back to them as he smiled and waved at you. “See you.”

As you walked away he watched you go with an amused little smile, what an interesting, funny person you were.

She's so high High above me...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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One day I will stop disappearing. (1) the first ask about ships. Red Mars isn't lost yet, so what about Suwa and Takeuchi? (2) the second ask is about ships. 1,17,18, but maybe there is some question that you would like to answer, but no one asked it? (3) ask about mutual. I'm sorry, but I can't make sense of the question. Now I feel a little silly.

Please don’t worry about it! I do these for fun and when I need to get my mind off of things or just want something to talk about so don’t feel obliged to do them all hjbh this isnt your job, I won’t mind if you disappear and miss some. I appreciate it a lot that you do all of them I just don’t want you to feel like you have to you knowhgvhvvh <3<3<3<3<3<3<3

This got long so under the cut

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Suwa x Takeuchi

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I am the only one writing stuff in this fandom so I can do what I want uwu. I do ship them exclusively queerplatonically tho, I can’t imagine either of them having romantic or sexual feelings for each other. And I doubt we will get much more backstory on them then we already got (tho i am expecting we’ll get more from Suwa since his is more set up) but I’m just very interested in the time before the other vampires joined, the two of them would be all alone in a building full of humans. There is also the idea that Suwa was feral for a long time and we don’t know how he got out of it so I like to imagine Takeuchi figured smtng out, he’d be all over something like that. So I like to imagine the two of them simply finding home in each other as two things of same in the middle of a world they no longer belong to. It’s that feeling of home, acceptance and belonging I get when I think about them, rather than any romantic or sexual feelings.

Shipping asks

1. What was your first OTP?

HhHhhH The first one i remember is Soul X Maka from Soul Eater. Soul Eater was the first anime I watched when i was like ???? 11-12. And obviously since i was that age i consumed other media before that and probably saw other relationships but for life of me I can’t remember them. That’s probably because when I discovered Anime i discovered fanfiction too so Soul x Maki is the first ship i remember actually searching and reading fics for, sorta getting involved into a fandom for the first time, tho i wouldn’t be actively involved until i started writing for Durarara. I still haven’t rewatched Soul Eater in its completion since i watched it that first time ;-; Every like 5 years or so my brother and i will start a rewatch and never get very far hjbhjhj we watched it together first so we wanna rewatch it together too but maybe at this point we should just watch it separately. We aren’t very good at watching shows we actually like together hvhjh

17. Are there any popular ships that you just don’t like? What are they?

As I said I think my shipping tastes run p vanilla so I usually like the popular ships or at least don’t mind them much. That being said I did think of few.

Endhawks – I used to be passionately against this because I passionately hated Endeavor but since my feelings for Endeavor simmered down my feelings for this ship also simmered down from ‘THIS WAS MADE IN HELL’ to ‘gross no’. While I do think it’s best for Enji and Rei to separate or at least distance themselves, I hate this idea of Enji immediately getting into another relationship with someone that much younger then him who idolizes him. Like my man, that’s just not what you do when you are recovering from being abusive towards ur last spouse, that’s just a recipe for disaster. I do like their relationship as friends tho but I don’t like the idea of Hawks healing Enji or being a relationship where he can finally really fall in love or something because that just makes me very uncomfy.

Gojohime – apparently this is??? Pretty popular??? I had no idea until Foxy told me ppl were legit considering it endgame. Like…I’m just really not into ships where the guy and girl obviously hate each other and don’t get along and the way Gojo acts around Utahime can classify as nothing but piggy tail pulling. I like ships in which Gojo is compelled to act more mature and responsible but not ships that make it seems like his partner would be his babysitter or his mom or something and that’s v much the vibe this ship is giving me.

Itadori x Nobara – this ship doesn’t have bad vibes I just HEAVILY prefer them as besties. I like that JJK has little to no romantic fumblings and that the main three can just be friends J it’s refreshing. It just wouldn’t feel right for me if they hooked up.

18. What is your favorite unpopular ship?

So this is kind of interesting thing to ask cuz most of my ships that aren’r popular come from me uhhhh roleplaying bnha for over 3 years I think now. Yeah so I used to be super involved into the bnha roleplay community and the thing is with roleplay that you start looking for popular ships (My first was Tododeku) and then it kind of….goes off all over the place with time. The thing is roleplay servers die out and you follow people elsewhere. Sometimes you stay with the entire group, sometimes you just follow 1-2 people you really like. You change servers, you change groups, you stick by the few ppl you really like roleplaying with and eventually you ship together whatever the fuck because at that point the partner is more important than the ship. With a good partner you can make everything work. I mained Hawks, Shouto, Shinsou and sometimes Tamaki and one of my fav rp partners (we mostly rp ocs now) mostly mained Sero so….we did a LOT of Seroroki. I very rarely this ship anywhere but it was very fun we did it in a lot of aus. Same goes for Izuku x Sero X Shouto which we did with another friend in such a nice domestic au it was great. Also Momo x Shinsou with another partner, we didn’t do this for long because the server shut down soon after but uhhh they did yandere Momo and it was such a fantastic performance it sold me on yanderes forever.

Some honorary mentions of other crack ships I did: Midnight x Hawks, Kurogiri x Hari x Kai, Tamaki x Camie, Shishikura x Shouto.

That’s just off the top of my head all of these were surprisingly very good and fun, as I said, the partner matters not the ship. I think this is why I’m like way more lax in shipping in bnha then like in jjk. In jjk I need a ship to have a chemistry I can consider at least somewhat romantic to consider it, in bnha just fuckin everything goes because I’m so used to it just being this sandbox I can do anything in.

Uhh as for bonus question uhhh

29. Do you like OCs (Original Characters)?

I like ocs a whole lot I have a metric shit tone of them and I’d like to talk about them but idk how to start in a way that would be interesting to anyone ;-; rip

#justfreshapple #ask game #the writing on the post actually started to buffer so i had to stop jhbjhbj

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Tbh I would like to have the 34 *other* Bergy pics on your shortlist, complete with commentary lolol. And then (if you’re still waiting that is) any other Marchy pics with commentary? xD xD

oh my godddd you are my favourite person anon - ask and ye shall receive 😎 i should maybe warn that while this doesn’t have actual nsfw content you probably wouldn’t want to read this to your kids as a bedtime story. anyway, here we go:

this was very close to making the original list. i like the soft lighting and the kind of floofy hair, yet he still looks like he could absolutely fuck me up (both like in a fight and various other ways). this photo gets me thinking some thoughts ™ if i am being honest

a literal saint and god amongst men right here. his brown eyes are so soft and his little smile puts me at ease. this is a man who would treat me right (fact). this photo is also from quite deep into the playoffs so the beard is going a little wild, and whilst i’m glad it isn’t like this all of the time, i very much appreciate it when it’s around.

O CAP’N MY CAP’N (sorry zee). nah for real this exudes some real sexy alternate energy. if i were on the opposing team and i saw this formidable man just skating around looking like that i think i’d just go back down the tunnel and hide in the locker room. this man will fucking kneecap you for the sake of a goal if that’s what it takes. and then i remember that it’s patrice and he’s the nicest man alive and he would literally never, but that’s still the energy this image has. and i ain’t saying i don’t like it.

okay this is just cute. they look like 2 dads who aren’t entirely sure how to take a selfie but are willing to try. the outfits lend this a slightly chaotic energy - i can’t commend zee’s colour combo if i’m honest, and when juxtaposed with the plaid shirt it kind of hurts my head. but it adds to the dad energy so i still love it. also this is from chara’s ig and the caption is super sweet.

DADS WITH THEIR KIDS ALWAYS GETS ME. i don’t even want kids, nor do i particularly like them, but seeing a man with his child is the cutest thing in the world and this, predictably, is no exception. patrice’s son 100% has his eyes which is really cute. speaking of patrice’s eyes, he may be smiling here but if you look into his eyes all you will see is fear - that child does not appear too bothered about remaining upright on the ice, and i suspect thay bergy is concerned about this. it would be criminal for me to not comment on the jeans. bergy has some exceptional thighs as these jeans do an excellent job of highlighting that.

this is Hot, and i’m not accepting criticism on that opinion. the crisp white shirt w no jacket or tie, and the top buttons undone???? i need a lie down. the hands are also making a nice appearance which i can always appreciate. basically what i’m saying is that i’m jealous of that snake this is an excellent photo and i owe the bruins instagram person a drink for posting it.

do you remember when i said bergy had marvellous thighs? well take a fucking sip babes - they’re like tree trunks carved out of carrara marble. if i have to die i want it to be because they crushed my skull. this is also one of the clearest photos i’ve seen of his tattoo, so it has that going for it too ( sidenote if anyone has an image with literally a pixel of his tattoo pls send it my way, i’m getting desperate at this point). i also think men in jewellery is a good look so i’m digging his beaded bracelets and silver chain. fantastic picture all round.

yeah okay there’s no escaping that the main reason this one made the list is 🍑. it’s exquisite. those pants also do a great job on the thighs too. the hair, socked feet (no i dont have a fetish i just think ppl in their socks with no shoes is kind of funny), and hands get an honourable mention

is this the only picture that has ever mattered? i’d believe it. patrice just lovingly gazing down at his son giving his hockey husband a handshake? you just can’t beat it. i have also been emotionally ruined by that tiny #37 jersey oh my

in the interest of being polite, i will describe this look as rugged. he has probably objectively looked better but i just like this photo and awful lot.

i don’t think i can give any commentary on this without saying something genuinely not suitable for public eyes. the 2 things i will say are: the only thing keeping me going completely feral horny looking at this is those pants,, if they were black or navy i’d be dead; and patrice i am begging you to do up a few more buttons on your shirt or remove it completely or i’m not going to live much longer.

oh man i just love this??? i can’t even explain why. the lack of much beard and the expression in his eyes just makes him look massively soft - i would give him a kiss on the nose and a cuddle in this photo

(gif via @gaudreau) i am slightly loathe to admit this bc it sounds weird but cuts and bruises can sometimes be a real look so this checks that box for me. his smile when he talks truly is one of the finer things in life too. also the lil shrug. i love you mr pikachu

a** fantastic **angle. this is just prime beautiful bergy. excellent level of beard imo, the lighting shows off his v nice bone structure, and the nose is looking fab as always. weird observation of the day is that his neck looks nice in this

i mean obviously this had to go in - lord knows it’s fucking iconic. i have so many questions about how this situation came to be (aside from the fact that alcohol was involved. did brad initiate it? or patrice? why are they spinning? what the fuck? how the fuck? why was i not invited?) but anyway, this photo increased my thirst for a shirtless bergy photo at least two-hundredfold. at this point it’s a need not a want. i don’t think i can continue to comment on this without straying into nsfw territory so we’ll leave it at that. oh the things i would do

classic humble patrice making an appearance here, reminding us that he is not only the most handsome bastard to ever walk planet earth, but he’s a great guy too. just can’t hate him. and boy is he handsome in this gif. excellent stubble (im really invested in his facial hair if you hadn’t noticed), and the smile that could melt even my cold heart on display here. also bonus points for the previously mentioned thing about cuts/bruises. (sorry). i love this one

in contrast to some of the prior ones, this picture is so cute that i can make nothing but pg comments about it. this is exactly the same face we all make when someone points a camera at us and says “cheese!” and i love that. the man looks good in white. good, wholesome content right here.

(gif via @weekendatbergysblog) okay the baby is cute but the fucking headband is what gets me in this. i’m able to make no further comment because this short circuits my brain.

(gif via @davidpastrnut)when i first saw this gif i had to go find the source video because i didn’t believe he actually said that but i’m here to tell you: he did. i love these hockey husbands so much. also i saw this tagged as “# hot waiter” one time and i still haven’t got over how accurate that is. someone more talented than me, i’m begging you for that fucking au

(gif via @gaudreau) can patrice please stop looking up ??? it’s unfair that someone can look so good just looking in a direction what the fucK. he’s so stunning.

i love this one. brad pulling his hoodie down like that looks like he’s... soliciting and honestly who could blame him. bergy looks very cute, if a bit edgy in the all black. the hand is a treat in this one hooooooooooooooooo yes

this one show’s off patrice’s dark features very well. it’s amazing how he has such dark hair, dark eyes, big dark eyebrows, and dark facial hair, yet it doesn’t overcrowd or shadow his face ( except occasionally in awful lighting) ??? does anyone actually know how that works?? he’s looking very pensive here, and that hoodie looks oh-so-cosy. absolutely would cuddle.

**how cute is this y’all. **in case you thought you were just missing something, no, patrice is not sitting on a chair. he’s just maintaining that deep squat like a champ. maybe that’s the secret to his sublime thighs... the navy/deep red is an excellent look on him, and we get a rare glimpse of bergy with his wedding ring, which i find to be oddly cute. bonus points for him being beside a very cute kid too :)

(gif via @jakedebrask) this, i, ummmmm. i- uhh. just. um. yeah. so like. uhhhh... swiftly moving on

(gif via @davidpastrnut) this motherfucker and his handsome fucking face even looks good in that god-awful wooly patriots hat. honestly it looks like he’s about to go out and have a snowball fight (presumably with brad). decidedly rather domestic and i love it

(gif via @davidpastrnut) intense media patrice is intense. this is such a classic bergy face though, i love it. every time some media person asks him some big long question he puts on this exact very-invested-and-slightly-concerned face, its iconic. looking cosy in a hoodie once again. stop it.

nice polo, dude

(gif via @davidpastrnut) that tshirt looks like its fighting for its life to contain those biceps. a dark, brooding patrice that has some sort of slow burn au stirring deep in my mind. from other angles in this interview the tattoo is fairly visible also.

this has such a strong energy it almost knocked me off my feet. again, i can see this being some sort of business or maybe criminal masterminds au. but fuck me, does that man looking something beautiful in a suit. the one hand in the pocket is quite frankly BDE too. i’m glad i’m not into dadkes or esle i think this whole picture would be too much for me.

he is literally the kind of man you’d want to bring home to your parents. i’m glad he seems to have cashed in on the navy/deep red combo because it really does suit him. he looks so fucking dapper here i may be very much in love

another excellent on-ice shot of him, albeit his slightly concerned expression. the beard is looking fucking crisp here hello sir. not much else to say on this, just a handsome, handsome boy.

(gif via @jeffsamardzija) another one that gives me Thoughts. he’s literally so beautiful. hair is cut a little shorter than usual on the sides and on anyone else it would scream fuckboy but i’m kind of digging it on bergy, at least on this one occasion. if i say anything else we’ll go down the rabbit hole

oof this is_ intense. _bergy aside, this is just an incredible shot tbh. rare that we get to see mr perfect not completely level-headed and playing it cool so it feels like a treat when we do. lowkey hot ngl

last but very certainly not least, mr patrice bergeron, four-time bergeron award winner, holding the award itself. this photo honestly just makes my heart swell a little with pride - it’s what he deserves!!!! just absolutely dapper in a beautiful suit as always, and a smile that could topple a nation to round it all off.

thank you so much for this anon!!! it was rather self-indulgent but i hope you like it :) also i will absolutely do another one with marchy, although my nails have been dry for about 2 hours now so i’ll probably do it tomorrow or friday, but it’s on its way :)

#i will credit gifs in a minute #im on desktop so i need to look them up #i'm sorry this turned into a literal essay holy mother of fuck #its literally 2k words #answered #bruins #Anonymous #bruins photos compilations #bergeron

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jichew · 6 years ago

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kim seunghun♡soulmate!au

a/n: this took….WAY TOO LONG to finish. I apologize if this au is not as cohesive bc I did write it over the span of a few weeks lol. Thank you all for waiting so patiently and feel free to leave any requests as I will be free to write this weekend!!! mwah♡

so,, in this alternate universe exists the soulmate tattoo

yes, i know so creative ;w;

essentially, you are born with the name of your soulmate tattooed somewhere on your body

and you have the absolute pleasure of having the name kim seunghun tattooed in cursive across the expanse of your right hip

spicy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

anyway,,, you’re kind of asjsdjkSAD

bc seunghun is such a common name??? and you’ve met so many seunghuns???

but NONE of them are your soulmate :((((

you would know,, considering u basically ripped a guys shirt off when he told u that yes, his name was kim seunghun but no, he did not have ur name on his hip

uhh but that’s a story for another day :,)

anyway,,, ur kinda bummed??

and it’s gotten to the point where you’ve almost lost all hope of finding him

。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

but anyway ,, life goes on I guess

you’re yedam’s older sister by about 3 years

( sorry forgot to mention that important detail )

you both go to the same high school!!!

ur a senior and he’s a FRESHIE

obviously,,, hes a BABY（≧∇≦）

so ur super protective of him

and when you find out he’s been hanging out with some ,, QUESTIONABLE individuals at school

mom mode: activated

“dammie who r these kids”

“MOM, we’re part of dance club together!! they’re super nice i promise”

＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

u just want your baby to stay safe u know??

so when he asks to invite his friends over to practice

you’re like ( ˘ω˘ )

yedam: (◞‸◟)

you: (　˙-˙　)

sad yedam is a big fat NO in this household

so you have no choice but to agree

and as his unofficial mom, you decide to greet his friends !

“hi, i’m y/n! bang y/n!” ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

and like ,,,, you lowkey feel bad thinking his friends were bad bc most of the guys are pretty chill

like this byounggon kid??

the epitome of looks like he wants to kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll ( ^ω^ )

but when you get to the last dude ,,,

he just kinda ~looks~ at you

and ur not gonna lie … he’s HOT

like he’s only wearing a hoodie ,, but he has silver hoops lined along his ears,, and his hair just messily grazes across his forehead

you internally: *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･’(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)‘･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

uhhhh but also he’s staring u down like he wants to kill u

“i’m hun” he introduces himself coldly

(._.)

he still cute tho

so,,, it’s been a while and yedam has continued to bring his friends over to practice

and you’ve come to grow fond of the boys!!!

esp byounggon :,)))

you guys just click???

except,,,, there’s still a certain blonde haired boy who just doesn’t seem to like u???

like u were walking to ur class the other morning

and you just HAPPENED to see him

so u were like,,, hm let me be a nice person today(＾ｰ^)

so you run up to him and grab his shoulder

“hun!!! what’s up my guy!!” ( ＾∀＾)

honestly,, you went in to this thinking that the only thing hun would do is say hi back???

you: WRONG

he kind of freezes for a second

and you’re like???? u ok bud

he slowly turns around

and his eyes,,, literally pierce into yours

he gingerly takes your hand from its grip on your shoulder, letting it limply fall at your side

and then he slowly walks towards you until your back is pressed against the white brick wall of the hallway, his hands caging you in on either side of your head

slowly, he inches his face towards yours

“stop faking nice to me, we are not and will never be friends”

you internally: hnnngg why does he smell so nice???? is that bath and body works? since when did men shop at bath and body works??(΄◉◞౪◟◉｀)

you externally: HMPH how DARE U invade my personal bubble young man i won’t hesitate to FIGHT(● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭

and then he walks off

“FUCK YOU TOO HUN!!! I BET THAT’S NOT EVEN YOUR REAL NAME!! I HOPE U THINK ABOUT WHAT U DID WHEN U GO BACK HOME YOUNG MAN” ＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

you are a BIG MAD

like??? who does this kid think he is???

you dont really bother talking to him much after that :///

but also ,, you hate yourself bc you’re still so ATTRACTED to him??? and u don’t even know why??? like bad personalities are such a turn off why ,,???

hmph

ANYWAY

so it’s a saturday night ,,

u know what that means…

party @ byounggon’s place ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

bc what’s a bullet point au w out a party am i right???

basically, gon’s parents were on vacation for the weekend, so he took the chance to have the party of the year

and after the stress of exam season, you’re ready to get SMACKED

lmao i do not support underage drinking kids!

uhhh anyway

this is your first party in a ,, while

so you dress yourself up in a red mini dress and some platform heels and strut your hot ass to gon’s house ;)

by the time you walked up to the house,, it was a full fledged RAGER 😤

so like one second,,, you’re just chilling, shaking your hips to some britney spears

and the next thing you know!! you’re downing your fifth shot of the night

“GON I THIBJK IM GONNA THROW UP”

gon: Σ('◉⌓◉’)

the next thing u know you’re in the bathroom bent over the toilet

(;´д｀)

thankfully,,, you don’t puke

but you do drink atleast five bottles of water and take a power nap on gon’s shoulder

anyway ,,, by the the time you’ve slightly sobered up, you realize your head kinda hurts and the party is still going strong but u promised gon you’d stay to clean up soooo

you end up going upstairs to NAP (ᵔᴥᵔ)

but when you open the door to the guest room at the end of the hall,,,

you just HAPPEN to see hun already there on the bed scrolling through his phone

＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

this man rlly just knows how to push ur buttons huh

if you weren’t so tired maybe you would’ve taken the time to appreciate the way his leather jacket complimented his broad shoulders

like not 2 be rude but this bich looked hella good

but also ur tired :///

“what are YOU doing here”

hun finally looks up and notices you standing in the doorway

and he doesn’t say anything for a while

just kinda stares at you

and it takes you a while to realize that he’s lowkey checking you out

you wouldn’t admit it, but the way his eyes glazed over your form made a pit form in your stomach

finally he locks eyes with yours

“what do you mean what am I doing here, what are YOU doing here?”

he smirks and gets off the bed to step closer to you

“i WANTED to take a NAP but you just HAD to take the only room that doesn’t have people FUCKING” (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

“well it’s not my fault you can’t handle your alcohol”

this BITCH

“can you PLEASE just leave”

“no”

you let out a sigh of frustration and square your hands on your hips

“why do you hate me so much”

“i never said i hated you”

“well the way you act sure makes it seem like you do” you huff

hun cocks his head a little and steps closer to you

suddenly, it seems like the idea of personal space is almost nonexistant

you look up at him

and u notice the way his hooded eyes rest on your lips

and how the air around you both has suddenly gotten heavier

and you feel your body heating up

and you realize that maybe,,, you’re not so tired anymore

“well how about i prove to you that i don’t”

hun’s voice has reached a whisper, his lips only centimeters from yours

and suddenly he’s kissing you

and you’re kissing back

perhaps it’s because you’re not completely sober that you don’t notice the way his touch burns your hip

and if you do, you ignore it

the softness of his lips against yours almost makes you feel drunk again

and the next thing you know, he’s taking off your shirt, hands finding their way to the curve of your waist

as your lips make their way down his neck, you allow yourself to do the same to him

( you wish you didn’t do that )

because as you push his shirtless body against the bed, you can’t help but notice the cursive scrawl lining his right hip

and in that moment, it feels as if you’ve never been more sober in your life

you’re frozen, eyes resting on his hip

and maybe hun, or should we now say seunghun, is not as sober as he seems, considering it takes him a while to track down the path of your eyes

and when he finally does, his heart drops in his chest

he reaches out to grasp some part, any part, of you

but you flinch away

“y/n…. this isn’t what you think it is”

his eyes are pleading you to stay and listen to him

you let out a harsh laugh

“no, no this is EXACTLY what i think it is”

“y/n please don’t -“

and suddenly you’re untangling yourself from the bed sheets, haphazardly throwing your shirt on and slamming the door behind you

and in that moment you realize that maybe soulmates aren’t as perfect as the world makes them out to be

so the rest of the weekend is spent in your bed,,, wrapped up in ur sheets like a burrito

you don’t really cry much

you’re just ,,, confused

having the idea that your soulmate knew you were his soulmate but never told you, and better yet, acts like he hates you??

(◞‸◟)

yedam: y/n, why have u been laying in bed all day (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

you: ;w;

and as much as dammie wants to talk to you, he has more emotional intelligence than most guys his age (or guys in general tbh)

so he pats your back, makes two bags of popcorn, puts kimi no na wa on his laptop and gets under the covers beside you

it isn’t until the end of the movie when the last of your tears have dried on your face that you look up at him with puffy eyes

“dammie, i found my soulmate”

yedam: Σ('◉⌓◉’)

“it’s not that big of a deal… i don’t think he wants me anyway”

by the time you reach the end of the sentence, your voice falls into a whisper

perhaps you would like to believe seunghun wanted you

but some things don’t turn out the way we believe

“why would u say that” yedam looks down at you, brows furrowed in worry

“uhh, i mean -“

“WAIT … who even is your soulmate??”

you:👀🍵

“it’s … hun”

“W H A T”

and that, my friends, is how yedam realized u can’t trust people in this world :/

so it’s monday

and as you brush your teeth, you can’t help but feel uneasy knowing that you could possibly see seunghun today

thankfully you don’t

but when it’s finally nighttime and you’re making your way under your covers ,,,

unknown: y/n, open your window

unknown: i’m outside and it’s cold

unknown: this is seunghun btw…

you on the outside: what the FUCK

you on the inside: i’m literally wearing basketball shorts how am i supposed to see my soulmate like this (O_O)

and when you pull back your curtains and open your window, you are met with none other than kim seunghun barreling into your room

“how long were you out there??” (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

“uhhh maybe an hour or so” m(._.)m

and perhaps it’s the motherly side of you that decides to pull his face down and cup his cheeks in your hands in an attempt to warm him up

and you don’t really notice how close you’ve gotten to him until you look down and realize his lips are only centimeters from yours

but when seunghun’s lips form into a little smirk at your obviously flustered state, you quickly retract your hands

“i’m sorry…”

you don’t really make a move to respond to seunghun, choosing to stare at the floor instead

“I know what i did was stupid … and i should have told you from the start… but i’ve had bad experiences in the past with soulmates and i didn’t know if -“

“that doesn’t matter, you should have just told me that you didn’t want me in the first place instead of making me feel this way”

you’re a bit pissed off now

that this dude thinks he has the right to act like that and then barge into your room??

but when you take the time to look up at him

his eyes have softened

and he moves a step closer to you

“i do want you though”

… “ w h a t “

“then why have you acted so rude to me?? when you obviously knew i was your soulmate from the start, why did you hide it??”

now seunghun is the one looking down at his hands

and he looks so defeated, before he opens his mouth

“i’m scared”

you look up at him, but he’s still looking down at his hands

“my dad rejected my mom when he found out they were soulmates. i don’t think … he wanted to deal with the commitment of having a soulmate. he thought they were stupid. so he rejected her and he went off to do whatever the hell he’s doing right now. he went off and he abandoned my mom with two year old me and we haven’t heard from him since.”

a single tear drops from his eyes

and you move a step closer and wrap your arms around him

he’s frozen for a second but he hugs you back

and you both stay there for a while, you rubbing his back in an attempt to calm him down

“i won’t ever leave you seunghun”

he pulls back

and despite his red-rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks, he cups your face with his cold finger tips and kisses you

and you kiss him back

#ITS BEEN TOO LONG #oof #enjoy my loves!!!#also zeen if ur reading this I lov u #kim seunghun #seunghun #kim seunghun imagine #seunghun imagine #ygtb imagines #ygtb scenarios #yg treasure box imagines #yg treasure box scenarios #ygtb #yg treasure box

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pjoheadcannonsandaus · 6 years ago

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30 Minutes or Less

“Let’s order pizza.” Annabeth turned from the television to look at her friend.

“…what? We already have food.”

“I know, but I’m hungry for pizza. Hazel, what do you think?”

The sheepish girl looked up from her book to look Piper in the eyes, answering “Annabeth’s right, we have food.”

“Aw, c'mon!” Piper exclaimed, “This is a sleepover, guys! We gotta live it up! Have some fun!” She stood as she preached to the other girls. “We can’t just sit here watching Legally Blonde and The Princess Bride all night! We gotta do something exciting!”

“And what, exactly, would that be, Piper?” Annabeth asked, in a I’m-intrigued-but-also-ready-to-say-no kind of way.

“And what does it have to do with pizza?” Hazel chipped in.

“It’s simple.”

“Hello, this is Papa John’s Pizza, how can I help you?” A feminine voice replied,

“Hi! We’d like to order a pizza.”

“Alright! Just one?”

“Uhh…”

Mumbled voices came over the phone.

“Yeah, we just need one, thank you.”

“What size will your pizza be?” The mumbled voices returned.

“Large.”

“Alright, and what toppings do you want on it?” More mumbled voices.

“Half pepperoni, half cheese.”

“Alright. Delivery or pick-up?”

“Delivery, please.”

“Would you like to add a drink or a Papa John’s Chocolate Chip Cookie for only $5.99?” Mumbled voices.

“No, thank you, we’re good.”

“Alright, is there anything else you’d like?”

“Uh, could I-”

The sound of movement now came through the phone.

“Could I make a special request?”

“Of course, ma'am. What is it?”

“Can you send your cutest delivery boy?” The man chuckled.

“Of course, ma'am. Your pizza will be 13 dollars and 50 cents.”

“Thanks! Have a nice night!”

“Thanks, you too.” The telephone clicked as the call was disconnected.

The man smirked and turned towards the back. “Hey, Percy! Got a job for you!”

“Why’d you run off at the end?” Annabeth asked.

Piper smiled deviously. “You’ll find out.”

Hazel shivered. “Piper, you know I don’t like that look!”

As Annabeth gave Piper a look, she replied, “Well, I’m sorry. It wasn’t meant for you.”

“You never told us about the-” Annabeth gestured in air quotes- “"excitement”, Piper.“

"The excitement, guys, is the warmth and enjoyment of pizza, company of fine friends, and Legally Blonde.”

“I don’t believe you, Piper.”

“I know.”

Ding-dong.

“Annabeth, get the door, would you?”

“Why? You know it’s the pizza that you ordered,” Annabeth rebuked, pointing a finger.

Piper crossed her arms behind her head as she reclined into the couch. “It’s your house.”

“No, it’s my-”

“Ohmigosh, Annabeth, just go get the pizza!”

Ding-dong.

Annabeth sighed. “Fine. Since I’m standing anyways. Can I have the money?”

Piper held out the three-way-split bill for Annabeth, who grabbed it and walked off. Annabeth muttered to herself as she walked to the front door. She opened it and saw the delivery boy. No, delivery boy wasn’t right; he was a delivery man. With his tanned skin, dark, ruffled hair, and green eyes, Annabeth was sure she’d just met some model or something and had been pranked.

He flashed a brilliantly white smile, full of joy and mischief, and Annabeth stuttered. Her normally faster-than-light brain had completely stopped.

“Hi. Here’s your pizza.”

“Uh- I- uh-”

His smile got bigger, and Annabeth’s heart dropped slightly. “You’re an awfully wise girl, aren’t you?”

“No, I- you- I”

He laughed and said, “Your total is $13.50.”

Annabeth’s left hand reached up to cover her face as her right shot out with the money. He took it from her and handed the pizza, and then… he winked.

“Have a nice night,” he said, as he turned and walked down the stairs and back to his Prius.

Piper was cackling, while Hazel was stifling her own cackles.

“Did you see her? She was speechless!” Hazel let loose a short cackle before they heard the door close.

“Shh, shh, she’s coming back!” Piper warned. They both quickly quieted as

Annabeth walked back in, carrying a pizza.

“How-” Piper snorted- “How’d it go?” Piper asked.

Annabeth’s face was red, and filled with embarrassment. “Piper, how could you do that to me?!”

“Do what?! I didn’t do anything!”

“You liar! You told them to send a hot boy!”

“I did not! I told them to send a cute boy!” Annabeth huffed.

“Same difference! So you admit it!”

“Yeah, I admit it. Annabeth…” Piper patted the couch next to her, “Come sit next to me. Bring the pizza.”

Annabeth sat on the couch.

“You have been a wreck since Luke ran off with Thalia.” Annabeth very quickly and very visibly shut down, her eyes casting down to the floor, away from Piper, and her shoulders slumping. Piper wasn’t having it. She gently grabbed Annabeth’s chin.

“Look at me, Annabeth,” Annabeth’s head turned. “You need to move on. You’re done mourning, it’s been months. Try something new.”

“Piper’s right, Annabeth. Luke wasn’t right for you, and now he’s gone. You can’t be hung up on him your entire life. Let go,” Hazel added.

Annabeth said nothing.

“We’re getting another pizza,” Piper declared, standing up and heading for the phone.

“Why?” Annabeth asked defeated.

“To set you up with a cute pizza boy. Duh.” Hazel snorted, and Annabeth cracked the faintest of smiles.

Ding-dong.

“Just like we rehearsed. “Hi, what’s your name?” It’s easy, you got it,“ Piper instructed, rubbing Annabeth’s shoulders as she stood in the hall leading to the door.

"Yep. I got it.”

“Go, and do not falter, my child,” Piper said, giving Annabeth a slight shove as she and Hazel shrunk back to be out of sight.

“Are you sure, Piper?” Hazel asked.

“Oh, definitely not. We’re gonna need at least 3 pizzas.” Piper said.

The door opened, and there he was again.

“Hey, wise girl. Feeling better?”

“I-I-uhhhh… h-hi,” Annabeth stuttered out with trouble.

“Oh, so you do talk! Great!” He said, voice rife with sarcasm.

Annabeth got a bewildered look on her face as snickers broke out behind her. The man looked over her shoulder to see Piper and Hazel, covering their mouths to ensure they weren’t heard.

“Seems like your friends are having a good time. Do they enjoy me that much?”

“Um-w-what-uhh,” she tried.

“It’s alright, we’ll get it next time. $13.50.” Annabeth hung her head in shame as she handed him the money.

“Thank you,” he said, and handed her the pizza before once again turning and leaving.

Annabeth lifted her head so that she could watch him walk away, and he turned his head over his shoulder and winked. She gasped before quickly shutting the door and turning to lean back against it. Piper and Hazel rushed to her side.

“What happened?”

“I can’t help it! He’s just so cute and sassy and… nice-looking…” Hazel’s face got a little red as Piper snarked.

“Woman, go get him! You can do it! You’re clearly interested, he’s clearly not uninterested, it’s so easy! Go!”

It took 4 pizzas.

Ding-dong.

The door opened once again.

“You know, I’m starting to think you like me,” He remarked.

“w-whtsyrnm,” Annabeth whimpered quietly.

He held a hand up to his ear. “I’m sorry, what?”

Annabeth took a deep breath and shut her eyes momentarily before straightening her neck quickly, staring him face-to-red-face. She held out her right hand. “Hello. My name is A-Annabeth. What’s your name?”

It was the delivery man’s turn to get a look of bewilderment on his face, though it quickly broke into joy. “My name is Percy,” he said, grasping her hand.

“Percy. Nice to meet you.” She said, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you, too… Annabeth,” he said the last word as if he’d never heard it before, and as if it were to save him.

“W-w-w-w…” Annabeth started, before slowly backing inside. She was caught by someone Percy didn’t recognize.

“What my friend is trying to ask is… would you like to join our sleepover?”

The end.

Title: 30 Minutes or Less

Work Code: THB0017

Primary Author: TheHylianBatman @TheHylianBatman

Additional Author(s): N/A

Proofreader: TheHylianBatman

Written on: Saturday, September 29th, 2018

Updated: N/A

Version: 1.0

In request of the following anon.

#not mine #Guest Writer #thehylianbatman #percy jackson #annabeth chase #piper mclean #Hazel Levesque #Percabeth #Percy Jackson au #Percy Jackson fanfiction #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Heroes of Olympus #PJO #HOO #submission

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wayward-marvel-sommer1196 · 6 years ago

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Stuck With Cuffs

(Sorry it’s a repost)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral female and male receiving, vaginal penetration, restraints!kink, stuck in an elevator, language, drinking, very slight implied child abuse at end but nothing specific at all.

Word Count: 3600

A/N: This one was a two for one deal. Written for Amber’s @huntingandwritingthings SPN Cluedo Writing Challenge, which I chose elevator with cuffs, and written for Kris’ @kdfrqqg First Writing Challenge. My prompt was “You can’t talk me out of this.” Again, still new at smut so please be kind and if you have suggestions for my writing, let me know. Congrats on your followers’ girls. No beta so mistakes are mine and feedback always wanted and appreciated.

Summary: You get trapped in an elevator with none other than Dean Winchester. Y’all are not only stuck, but supernaturally stuck by a ghost haunting the hotel. This elevator ride gets hot in more ways than one.

You arrived in Florida in your ’69 Camaro late last and checked in to the Rosen Shingle Creek Hotel. It was around 3 am so you figured you get some shut eye before you started the job considering you drove all the way from Kansas.

This particular hotel wasn’t the usual run down, cheap, sleazy motels that you would usual stay at, it was a five-star hotel and much to your dismay was expensive as hell making out on of your fake credit cards. However, you had no other choice, but to stay here as this was the place being haunted by a ghost tormenting, if not flat out killing, the guests.

You figured a little trip to the sunshine state would be nice. Catch a quick salt ‘n’ burn and maybe lay on the beach and get a tan. What you weren’t expecting was the killer humidity. It was hotter than hell here, like literally, because you had been to hell.

Any who, you woke up the next morning and got dressed in your usual black leather hunting attire (blood was easier to clean off leather than out of cloth) and grabbed your gear and headed out the door. This ghost seemed to be hitting guests all over the hotel so you figured you hit the top floor first and make your way down.

Once you finally got onto the elevator, you were shocked to find it empty. In a huge fancy hotel like this you figured the elevator would be crawling with people, but you figured they were staying out of the potential death box. You however still got on.

You were alone for a few floors until the elevator dinged signaling someone was about to get on. Once the doors opened a very hot guy stood before you. He was easily over 6 foot as he towered your 5’3 self, 5’4 if you counted the inch your boots gave you. He had short brown spiked hair, and the most gorgeous green eyes you had ever seen. He was built, but not too built like he was trying too hard. This man was fucking perfection wrapped up in a bow.

He noticed you staring and gave you a knowing smirk and winked at you. You rolled your eyes, figures he would be a womanizer. You knew the type all too well. Those were the type of men you scouted out in bars for a fuck and dump after a bad hunt.

He got on without a word and seemed to be headed where you were. The elevator went up a bit more and then suddenly stopped and the power went out in the elevator causing the emergency lights to come on. You reached out for the railing stumbling and falling into the stranger’s arms. He held you steady till you came to a complete stop when you pulled away from his grasp. Immediately you both took out your phones and noticed there was no signal and your heart started to race a bit.

You hit the call button, but mothing happened. No ringing, no noise, no nothing. You look over at the stranger and he can see the mild panic in your eyes.

“Let’s try to pry the doors open, ok?” he said trying to distract you and come up with something to help get out of the quickly heating box.

You nodded and you both put your hands on opposite doors and pulled. You weren’t weak by any means and you could assume the same about him, but the doors wouldn’t budge. You both let go of your grips and panted a bit feeling the heat starting to get to you. It was mid-summer in the Sunshine State after all.

“The escape hatch?” you questioned as you pointed to the ceiling. He nodded and lifted you to his shoulders only to find that was sealed shut too.

You sighed and tapped him on the shoulder to have him put you down.

“Alright well we should pool our resources and see what we have that could help us get out of here,” the stranger said.

“Uhhh…. okay,” you said nervously. “Just uh …. just don’t be freaked out with what I have in my pockets.”

“As long as you don’t get freaked out, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname as you both started emptying your pockets. You pulled out you 9mm pistol, your throwing knives, two flasks, and your phone, that was also your wallet, and your keys.

Dean pulled out his ivory grip colt, a flask, a strange knife with etchings on the blade, handcuffs, his keys and wallet, and what looked to be a small container of salt.

Suddenly the etchings on the knife looked familiar. This was the demon knife made by the Kurds. You had been hunting down this knife for ages and your last lead was that a demon named Ruby had it, but was now dead. That’s when the realization hit you, he was a hunter and you had a surprised look on your face that the stranger mistook for freaking out.

“Hey sweetheart, I thought we agreed no freaking out? I promise you I’m not some psycho killer. Your perfectly safe.”

“For starters, that’s exactly what a psycho killer would say, so that’s not convincing. And I’m not freaked out, I’m just shocked. You’re a hunter?”

“Uhh…. Yeah, have been my whole life. Considering your little inventory there, I’m guessing you are too.”

“Yeah since I was about 10. The name’s Y/N. And you are?” you said as you reached out your hand for him to shake.

“Dean. Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Wait, Dean, as in, Dean Winchester?”

“Uhhhh…. yeah. So, I’m guessing you have heard of me and my brother then?”

“Well, you don’t almost end and simultaneously save the world a few times without being known. Not to mention you have died like 100 times, so Winchester in the hunter world is like the Beatles in the classic rock world. Everybody knows about them. I just didn’t think you’d be so …… good looking. Most hunters I’ve come across are either nasty old geezers or trying too hard to flaunt what they don’t have.”

“One, sorry about the whole world thing. That was our bad. Two, thank you. You are not too bad yourself, sweetheart. I would even say you are gorgeous.”

Those words shocked you. You had been expecting sexy or hot, you know the words men use to objectify you, but gorgeous? That made you blush. Maybe Dean was different from the others. Maybe he was different from all the stories you had heard about him.

“Thanks. Is it me or is it starting to feel like a roaster oven in here?”

“Normally, I would spout some joke about having that effect on the ladies, but you’re right. I feel like a fucking baked potato in here,” he said as he shrugged off his flannel at the same time you shrugged off you leather jacket.

“Gotta say, love the digs. That’s a lot of leather though,” he chuckled as you both took a seat on the ground.

“Yeah, black is easier to keep clean and it’s easier to wash blood off leather than out of cloth.”

“That actually makes a lot of sense. I have a question for ya?”

“Shoot.”

“Why two flasks? I mean I get the one but two?”

“Well, this one,” you said picking up your skull flask that read ‘pick your poison’. “this one holds my whiskey that I need on occasion,” you said as you unscrewed the top and took a swig. “And this one,” you grabbed you batman flask. “This was my little brothers before a demon got him, so I use it to carry holy water cause you never know when it might come in handy.”

Dean gave you a sad smile knowing what it feels like losing a younger sibling, despite his always coming back to him. “Sorry, about your brother.”

“Yeah, me too. He was a good kid. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and a demon possessed him and a hunter killed him. It is what it is,” you said as you took another swig of whiskey and removed your boots and your shirt, leaving you in your leather pants and black lace bralette. Dean didn’t fail to notice this.

“Uhh … you mind if I take a swig of that?” he asked gesturing to your flask.

“Don’t mind at all. Looks like we are going to be here awhile. Stupid ghost and their supernatural powers to seal you in a fucking toaster oven,” you said or more liked screamed that last part as you handed Dean your flask and he took a swig.

“Uhhh…. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything but do you mind if I take my shirt off. I’m fucking dying in here,” Dean asked.

“It’s fine. Go ahead. I’m pretty much down to the bear minimum myself so yeah.” With that he took off his shirt and damn this man was fine. What was the word he used for you? Gorgeous. He was fucking gorgeous. “Shit,” you mumbled under breath. Unfortunately, he heard you.

“What? Is something wrong?” he asked.

“No, it’s just …. it’s just we’re gonna be trapped in here awhile…”

“Yeah….”

“We have nothing to do and we are basically half naked…”

“Yeah….”

“Really Winchester? Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“No, I just want to hear you say it.”

“Fine,” you said as you started crawling closer to the beautiful man in front of you. “Wanna have sex, screw, bone, fuck, however you what to say it?” you purr in his ear as you sit on his lap.

“You bet your fine ass I do,” he said as he grabbed the back of your head and smashed his lips into yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the hair at the nip of it. He deepened the kiss sliding his tongue to invade your mouth.

You felt his cock twitch under you so you gave your hips a little roll and got off his lap. You unbuckled his belt and went to remove his pants. As you went to wrap your lips around his glorious member, he stopped you.

“You can’t talk me out of this. Elevator sex has been something I’ve been dying to try and this is the perfect opportunity,” you said.

“Wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart, but you’ll have to leave the oral part to me because with you, this heat, and this whole situation, I’ll never last if you suck me off,” he declared as he grabbed you and laid you on your back. He went to remove your pants only to get frustrated at all the buttons making you chuckle.

“Need some help. I know they can be a little difficult.”

“No, I got it,” he said as he popped the last button and tore your pants off. He groaned at the sight of your black lace panties that matched your bralette all too well and started to kiss up your thigh as he rubbed your core through the lace.

The sensation of his lips on your hot skin and the fabric creating friction it was enough to make you moan and arch you back.

Dean smiled and kissed your core through the lace and you could feel him smile as the moan you released.

In another moment, he sat up and quickly slid your panties down and off your legs. He sank his face down to your cunt and wrapped his arms around your thighs and dug in. He licked a long strip through you folds causing you to arch your back. He licked through your folds a few more times before he took his tongue and stuck it in your hole.

The man was a god with his tongue. As he tongue fucked you, you ran your fingers through his hair causing him to emit a groan.

“Fuck, Dean. I’m close.”

Dean nodded and licked through your folds again and then his mouth came to your clit and started to suck on it. After a minute, he went back to using in tongue and had you teetering on the edge.

“I’m gonna cum. Shit, Dean, I’m gonna cum,” you said as you closed your eyes and tugged at his hair and arched your back.

“Go ahead, sweetheart, cum for me. I wanna taste you on my lips.”

With that you were pushed over the edge and you came on Dean’s face and he lapped up all the juices you had to offer. He groaned into your pussy with satisfaction as he came up to look at you with his lips and chin all glossy from your juices.

“Fuck sweetheart, you look beautiful when you cum,” he said making you blush.

He wiped the glossiness away with the back of his hand and started to climb up your body. He planted his lips to yours and you moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips. He slipped you out of your bralette and cupped your breast.

“Shit,” he said all the sudden.

“What?” you whimpered still coming down from your orgasm.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“Have you been tested? Any diseases I should be concerned about?”

“Uhhh Yes, I’ve been tested. I do so every few months and no. No diseases as of last month.”

“Okay, good. I’m on the pill so we are good. Fuck me already.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, but first I need you to put these on. Well on one wrist anyway,” he said as he picked up the handcuffs and handed them to you.

“Kinky. I like it,” you replied as you took the and cuffed one wrist and Dean took the other cuffing your hands behind your back.

At this point, you are both standing and he bends you over on the rail holding on to your cuffed hands as he inserts himself into you.

“Damn sweetheart, you’re so tight. I don’t know if I’ll be able to last,” he said as he started plowing himself into you.

“I’m not that tight, you’re just huge,” you replied through moans as Dean rocked your body in the right way.

However, this position was pulling you to the edge like you craved, like you needed.

“Fuck Dean, this position isn’t working for me. Lay on the ground,” you ordered and he happily obliged.

You placed your feet on either side of Dean’s legs as he helped you lower yourself onto his girth. He was so thick it felt amazing and you threw your head back in pleasure. You started to move yourself up and down on his cock and managed to hit spots that no one had ever hit before. Spots that sent you into a frenzy of pleasure you had never experienced before in your numerous sexual encounters.

“Fuuucccckkkkk, DDDDean,” you screamed grabbing your ass cheeks spreading them apart,

“Fuck sweetheart you look so good bouncing on my cock,” he said as he reached up cupping both your breasts.

“D-dean,” you said starting to feel the intense pleasure making you a little weaker. Dean noticed this and sat up and slipped his arms under yours to keep you close. He was more than willing to take over the thrusting but you kept going so he let you keep the control while he supported you.

“Dean, pl-please tell me you’re close. I’m about to come.”

“I’m right behind you sweetheart, you can let go. Go ahead and come,” he said as he took his finger and wiped away some of the hair sticking to your face.

With those words, your walls clenched around his length eliciting a groan to fall from his lips. He followed right behind you filling you with his seed. Your vision went black as you succumbed to the pure bliss that engulfed you. When your vision came back you felt Dean’s arms around you, supporting you and his green orbs looking into your e/c ones making sure you were ok.

When he noticed you were coming back to reality he reached behind you and uncuffed your wrists. You held onto his shoulders as he leaned the both of you back onto the ground. You laid your head on his chest and started tracing patterns with his finger on your back.

Dean Winchester was definitely different from all the other guys you had fucked in the past. In fact, he was different from how everybody said he was, even different from how he carried himself. With other guys, all they wanted was a good lay. They’d fuck you, use you, then throw you away. They’d cum in or on you and let you fall back as they left. Which you didn’t mind initially because that’s what you wanted, but the thing is. The bed gets cold when you’re always alone. You get lonely when they walk out the door.

Dean proved to be more than those assholes. He could get kinky and fuck you to next Sunday, but at the same time hold a gentleness towards you and almost take care of you in a way. He made sure you were comfortable, made sure you didn’t fall, held you till you were ready to come back down to Earth. Nobody had ever treated you with such kindness and you didn’t think you could go back. You didn’t want to.

Before you had a chance to say anything the elevator roared back to life and you both quickly scrambled up to get dressed before anyone could see you butt ass naked. You both were able to put your underwear and pants back on but were quickly running out of time. You quickly scrapped up Dean’s flannel and covered up in time as the doors opened. Dean was still in the middle of putting his shirt on.

On the other side of the door was a stunned looking Sam or so you guessed.

“Uh... Dean? Do I even want to know what went on in here?” Sam asked.

“We were trapped in there for three fucking hours, Sammy. We had to do something to pass the time and get our minds off the scouldering heat,” Dean said as he handed you your shirt and jacket.

“Wait where’s my bralette?” you asked.

Dean looked in the elevator and saw it hanging off the call button. He grabbed it, smirked, and handed it to you.

“Well, you must be Sam. I’m Y/n, also a hunter and I’d shake your hand, but I don’t think it’s appropriate to show you and the entire lobby my boobs so yeah. Thanks for getting us out of there,” you said.

“Uh you’re welcome and nice to meet you too,” Sam declared.

“So, Sammy to you get whatever it was that was haunting this place?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, ganked the ghost. That’s uh actually what trapped you in there,” Sam answered.

“That makes sense. We should head back Kanas to check on Cas,” Dean said.

“Wait, y’all live in Kansas?” you asked. They nodded. “No way, so do I. Where?”

“Lebanon,” Sam answered.

“No shit. I live or I guess squat like an hour away from there,” you retorted.

“You don’t have a place to live?” Dean asked.

“Not really. Not for the last year anyway,” you answered.

“Well then come stay with us. We could always use another hunter and I could use the extra cardio,” he said sending you a wink.

“Stop with the fake playboy act would ya. You don’t have to play that in front of me. I’d actually prefer you didn’t. Before you ask, with what just happened in there. I’ve never been treated so…. So gently or kind I guess is how I would put it. Don’t pretend to be one of those assholes when this is much more preferable,” you said. “And I’d love to come with you.”

Dean didn’t respond to your comment just nodded.

“Need a lift you’ll have the whole backseat to yourself,” Sam said.

“And leave my precious Princess behind? Hell, no. I’ll follow,” you said.

“You too? You named your car too? What is it with you people?” Sam asked.

“Let me guess that sweet as ’69 Camaro I saw parked out front is ‘Princess’?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You bet your ass and I restored her all myself so she definitely doesn’t get left behind,” you said with a smile.

“Next, your gonna say you love bacon cheeseburgers,” Sam said.

“Uhhh duh. Who doesn’t?” you answered.

“It’s like you were made for each other,” Sam said pointing to the two of you.

“Maybe…” Dean said.

“Well, we better get going,” you said as you gripped the overly large flannel and the rest of your things and ran to your car.

Little did you know that this was just the beginning. That Dean would turn out to be the love of your life. That he would be the one to break you away from your darkness and daddy issues that were all so different from his. This was the man you would love for the rest of your life. Little did you know that five short years later you would be married and expecting first child together. A daughter. A daughter you knew Dean would treat so much better than your father did you. A daughter that Dean would dote over and be the cutest sight in the world.

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grasslandgirl · 6 years ago

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tag game! 15 questions 15 mututals

i was tagged in the wonderful @theonewherelaurynhasablog tysm and HERE WE GO

1. are you named after anyone?

uhh nah my parents wanted my name to be “feminine but strong” and to be like unique but not fucking bizarre, so here we are

that being said, they are big jimmy buffet fans and his daughter’s name is Savannah Jane so like....... suspicious

2. when was the last time you cried?

the last time i teared up was last night when i was watching the good doctor (shawn was finishing reading a story to a little boy with terminal cancer bc the boy looked like his brother who died when he was young... and he never finished reading this book that shawn had gifted him.... twas really fucking sad) but i like didn’t Actually Cry so idk if that counts

the last time i think i full on cried was a couple weeks ago after like a fight w my mom or smth and i was pissed and frustrated but its like whatever we’re cool

3. do you have kids?

lmao not technically

but when i was in highschool i was dubbed the unofficial den mother of my theatre department and lots of my friends even now semi-jokingly call me mom so idk if that counts but im a proud pseudo-mother

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

yes literally all the time im kind of a bitch

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

uhh face hair clothes i guess???? maybe their attitude towards me if applicable

6. what’s your eye colour?

oh! they’re brown/green/hazel

technically i think i have heterochromia- which is when there’s like a starburst of different color within the main color of the iris (look it up, there are some beautiful pics on google images, I have the one w two different colors in both eyes, not when your eyes are different colors)- so my eyes are greenish grey on the outside with a golden brown starburst on the inside!

the tones are fairly similar and so you can’t really tell unless you’re looking close up so really my eyes just look more/less brown or green depending on the light or surrounding colors

lmao sorry for going off i just really like my eyes......

7. scary movie or happy ending?

happy! ending! happy!! ending!! honestly im SUCH a scaredy cat and an anxious bitch and i Hate scary movies and also like cheesy rom coms and happy endings make me so happy theyre so pure..... wholesome

8. any special talents?

uhhhh i have a good memory (its not like photographic or anything though) so like i remember songs and lyrics really well and was really strong at getting memorized for my lines (and sometimes other peoples’ lines) when i do theatre

i think I’m fairly musically talented although i don’t have a lot of training but i think i have a good ear for where music/notes/harmonies fit in a piece of music, especially one i’ve heard before or know well

I’ve been acting for like three or four years now, so i don’t know if i would call it a Talent necessarily more of training and practice lmao

uhhhh im a fast reader, i’m a decent chef for my age and experience, uhhh yeah

9. where were you born?

north carolina, usa which is like..... yikes.... but in like a liberal/democrat hot spot in nc so like.... slightly less yikes?

10. what are your hobbies?

oh shit ok here we go: reading, writing, singing, i play ukulele very badly, i cook esp baking desserts, acting, i watch so much netflix/hulu its Ridiculous, i doodle occasionally and poorly, uhhh yeah

11. do you have any pets?

yes!! i have a dog, Waylon, that I got almost 8 years ago for christmas <3 he’s a mutt that has the body of like a lab or a bigger dog, but the legs of a corgi, he’s got long back hair w a few white spots and i Love Him, and we have two cats; lilo and stitch! we got them from a local rescue center a few years ago, lilo is a girl and she’s a chubby grey tabby and stitch is a boy and he’s my beautiful boy and he’s a white flame tips siamese with blue eyes please google them they’re beautiful

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

uh gross no

i did do a martial art for like 6 years in middle/early high school but it was more focused on practical self defense maneuvers as opposed to drills or competitions, and i did a lot of theatre in high school which tends to include more physical exertion than people realize

13. how tall are you?

like 5′6 or 5′7 i think. tallish but not a giant

14. favorite subject in school?

english/art! i love reading and writing in my free time and enjoyed and was good at it in school, and i took like four different arts classes in high school (theater, ceramics, chorus, photography!) and enjoyed them to a more or lesser extent!!

15. dream job?

uhh probably stage acting or anything artistic that I can maintain a love for, ideally with a good salary that i can afford to do the things i love and be with the people i love

tags!!

@thotdagas @jace-lightwood @heliophobicsoul @lewissimon @iconictowerprep @umusings @formosusiniquis @punkrock-gay @blue-finch @actualbabe @keeping-tabs @petermaldonadoh @wlwshehulk @phonecallfromgod @rxxkjina and anyone else who wants to do this!! please dont feel obligated to do this if you don’t want to but this was surprisingly fun!!

#tag game #aes me

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Teardrops & Coffee Chapter 8 (Stingue)

Okay, okay, I know, I know. You're all screaming at me. I'm aware I've sucked at keeping an update schedule. I'm totally awful I'm sooo sorry. The good news is I got a lot of new ideas now, so updates will be faster by a lot! (HUUUGE THANK YOU TO @little-miss-heartfillia WHO HELPED ME GET INSPIRED! THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO YOU!)

In case you forgot what happened last time, Rogue asked Sting out for dinner, so this is going to be their... "date", if you can call it that, heehee...

Speaking of the previous chapters! PLEASE RE-READ CHAPTER 6 UNLESS THIS IS YOUR FIRST TIME READING THROUGH THIS FIC! I edited a bunch of stuff there because before it was far too dramatic and over-the-top for a mutual pining college au fanfic.

Okay I'm done babbling now! I hope you enjoy this long awaited chapter, and I realllly hope it was worth the wait (it's over 4k words just for you guys!).

Please reblog with nice tags, leave a reply, shoot me an ask, or message me! I’d love to hear what you think, it’s your kindness that keeps me going and keeps me inspired, and that’s why I came back to this fic at all.❤️❤️

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Sting's hands won’t stop sweating. He adjusts the collar of his dress shirt for the fifth time, still wondering if it is a bad idea to wear pink. He is also wearing eyeliner, which makes his deep blue irises pop, however gives him an edge. The gel in his hair is a bit shiny, which ends up also being a cause for concern. In fact, everything in Sting’s outfit is stressing him out. He has to look perfect for his first date with the guy of his dreams… Well, first not-date-that-is-probably-a-date. But that’s close enough for Sting. He is willing to take whatever he can get with Rogue.

He nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of a knock on his door, adjusting his collar one final time before dashing to get it. He throws open the door, beaming and trying to hide his extreme nerves. “H-Hi Rogue! R-Right on time, I see!” Sting laughs nervously, hoping that Rogue didn’t notice Sting isn’t ready.

Rogue smiles back politely. He is dressed in a black collared shirt with a gray sweater vest over it, his hair tied back into a neat ponytail. Sting’s knees were ready to melt from underneath him: Rogue really does dress like one of those stereotypical hot nerds.

Rogue looks at Sting with kind eyes, “You look really nice.”

“Th-Thanks,” Sting laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was worried the pink would be a little bit...much...but uh...I did it anyways.” Why can’t I ever stop talking around him? I keep making a fool of myself!

“I think it suits you,” Rogue compliments Sting with ease. Sting has to replay Rogue’s words three times in his head before comprehending him, nodding quickly as a hot blush spreads across his cheeks. However, the soaring movement his heart made drops when Rogue speaks up again, “However...where are your shoes?”

Sting looks down at his feet and finds only the cuff of his crisp skinny jeans and one white sock. The shy blush turns to embarrassment, holding in a yelp as he rushes back into the dorm room, “Ah! Sorry! I somehow...forgot! Be right back!” Dying of shame, Sting pulls on his shoes and left sock and rushes back out to meet Rogue. “S-Sorry.”

Rogue laughs, “Not a problem.” He takes a step back, “After you.”

Sting exits his dorm room and shuts the door, shaking slightly with every step. They walk in silence for a long moment, the hallways filled with tiny bits of noise that keep it from being too awkward. However, once they reach the elevator and the doors close, the quiet is no longer acceptable. Sting knows he has to make his move. “So, where exactly are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” Rogue replies with a smug smile, wanting to keep Sting in the dark for as long as possible.

“Oh, okay, cool,” Sting nods, heart sinking. Shit. There goes my conversation topic. What do I do now? Quick! Think of something! “Uhm...you look really uhm…” Fuck… “...fantastic.” Does that sound too gay? Shit! I should’ve said uh...no...that wouldn’t have been much better either.

Rogue laughs, smiling with his teeth, “Thanks. You do too. I really like the eyeliner. It makes your eyes really stand out.”

“That’s what I was going for,” Sting says hastily, trying to hide another round of blushing. He runs his fingers through his gelled hair, hopefully not messing it up. The door to the elevator finally opens with a loud DING, and Sting watches as Rogue exits without fault. Sting tries to copy him, but instead stumbles over his own feet. He laughs to himself out of nerves, hoping Rogue didn’t see. Thankfully, he didn’t...either that, or he just pretended not to notice for Sting’s pride’s sake.

Rogue leads Sting out to his car, climbing into the driver’s seat, then waiting with a smile as Sting sits shotgun. “Music, Sting?” Rogue asks, reaching for the stereo. “I’ve got mostly classical, but if you’d like something else, I’ve got an AUX cord for your phone…”

“N-No, classical is fine!” Sting stammers, despite not liking classical much. His music taste is pop that good for dancing to or scream singing at the top of his lungs. Not very attractive. So instead, he leans back against the seat and listens to a song with some string instruments as Rogue drove them down the road to wherever they were going. The car ride is awkwardly silent, but Rogue didn’t seem to mind, smiling and listening to the music with a small smile.

Finally, Rogue pulls up in front of an Italian restaurant, one known for being nice without being too expensive. Rogue parks, turning to Sting with that cute little smile again. “This okay?”

“It’s perfect!” Sting says in a rush, starting to unbuckle his seatbelt. “I’ve never been here but I’ve heard good things about it.”

Rogue steps out of the car, then moves to Sting’s door. He offers Sting his hand, and the blond takes it, blushing brightly. “I’m glad then that I get to take you for the first time.”

The two of them approach the double glass doors of the restaurant, Rogue holding the door for Sting yet again, making Sting feel kind of like a dick. Rogue is being quite the gentleman, and what’d he done? Showed up to the door with no shoes, tripped over himself, didn’t make very good conversation…he really didn’t deserve Rogue.

“Table for two?” asks the hostess, grabbing two menus.

“Yes, please,” Rogue replies, smiling at Sting. Sting’s heart skips a beat. He’s so handsome.

The hostess nods, “Right this way.” She leads them through the restaurant, giving Sting a moment to take in their surroundings. The smooth marble floor, etched wood walls, lots of flowers, soft jazzy piano music, candle-like lighting…it felt very romantic. This had to be a date…right?

They reach a polished table with two plush red booths on either side, the table tucked in a corner away from most of the noise. The hostess sets down the menus on the table, and Sting and Rogue slide into the booth across from each other. “Your server will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you,” says Sting, trying to be polite since so far he’s been nothing but an annoyance.

Once she leaves, Rogue’s attention turns to Sting. He doesn’t even open his menu, watching as Sting opens his and starts to scour the specials. “Sting?”

“Hm?” Sting hums, eyeing a fancy-sounding sandwich. Grilled tomato, chèvre, thyme baguette… What the hell is chèvre? How do you even pronounce that? Is there even meat in this damn thing?

“Are you willing to let me surprise you with something?” Rogue drums his fingers on the polished table. “There’s something here I really enjoy, and I think you’d like it too.”

Sting looks over the menu, giving up on the stupid chèvre thing, and meets Rogue’s eyes. “Oh yeah? What is it?”

“Like I said, it’s a surprise.” Rogue’s eyes twinkle playfully. “Do you trust me? I promise it’s not gross.”

Sting bites his lip in thought. Rogue didn’t know his food preferences all that well, so maybe it wouldn’t be something Sting would like… But on the flipside, if this is a date, and getting something together would be really romantic. “Uhhhh…”

Rogue chuckles softly, “Is that a yes?”

“You know what, what the hell,” Sting says, closing his menu and dropping it onto the table, cringing at the sound. “Might as well take a risk.”

“Great,” Rogue smiles. “You don’t have any allergies, right?”

“Just bees,” Sting says immediately without thinking. He watches as a smug smile starts to spread across Rogue’s face as he tries to hold back laughter. “What?!”

“Your name is Sting, and you’re allergic to bees?” Rogue snickers.

“Trust me, I’m aware of the irony,” Sting rolls his eyes. “I prefer to associate my name with like…the sword from Lord of the Rings, or the band from the guy that used to be with The Police.”

“You keep surprising me more and more,” Rogue rests his chin on the palm of his hand. “I’m glad you and I are both nerdy people. I don’t know if I’d be able to stand you if you hated Lord of the Rings.”

“To be totally honest, I haven’t read the books,” Sting admits. “I started reading Fellowship and then there was like 60 fucking pages about the Sackville Bagginses or whatever and I got so bored and confused.”

Rogue laughs, “Yeah, the beginning of Fellowship is a real headache. Although the book does have some things the movies don’t that are fascinating.”

A young woman with purple hair walks up to them, holding a notepad. “Hi, my name is Laki, and I’ll be your waitress for tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?”

“Hey, Laki,” Rogue smiles. “I’ll take an iced tea.”

“Uhh…” Sting feels himself flush. He hadn’t gotten a chance to look at the drink menu, since Rogue had said he is going to order for both of them. “Err..what kind of drinks do you have?”

Laki smiles, but Sting still feels bad for asking. “Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite, Lemonade, Iced Tea, Raspberry Iced Tea-”

“I’ll just take a Coke,” Sting says hastily, not wanting to put the poor waitress through any more. “Thank you.”

Rogue looks at her, “Is it alright if we place our order now too? We’ll do the the Double Special.”

“Of course,” she smiles, jotting that down. “All set. I’ll be back with those drinks.” She turns and walks away, her heels clicking on the floor.

Sting flushes. A nice restaurant, alone with Rogue, sharing a meal… He had to ask, he had to know, he couldn’t sit here in confusion for any longer… He’s going to tell Rogue that he-

“So, Sting,” Rogue asks, cutting into Sting’s thoughts, not noticing Sting’s mental turmoil. “I was wondering something. You, of course, told me about your mom...but what about your dad? Do you get along with him?”

Sting starts for a moment, not prepared for Rogue to say anything. For a moment he mentally screams at himself for not speaking quickly enough, but then he registers the question in his head and feels a lot better. ‘This I can do! I love talking about my dad…’ Sting grins at Rogue happily, “Yeah! My dad’s the best. He’s super supportive of me, and he’s always been so much fun. We’ve played card games together since I was old enough to understand them, he taught me sports and a lot of stuff about computers, and we used to fix up the house together.” Sting feels a nostalgic smile cross his face. “Yeah...I love him a lot. Without him, I’d be so lost...he’s always been there for me, no matter what bullshit I was dealing with, you know?”

Rogue’s cheeks are lightly dusted with pink, eyes glued on Sting’s face. “That’s really wonderful. What kind of card games did you play?”

Sting rubs the back of his neck and looks away, embarrassed. “Errrr...well I mean, this was when I was a kid, but…I was...really into Pokemon and Yu-Gi-Oh.”

Rogue chuckles softly, “No need to be shy about it. Gajeel loved Pokemon too, though he’ll never admit it.” Rogue shrugs, “I read books more than I played games, but I played a little Pokemon with him. My favorite was always...I think its name is Umbreon?”

“The Dark Type Eeveelution,” Sting blurts out, then turns redder. “Uhm...b-but yeah, that’s right.” He looks down at his lap, his ears burning. Oh, damn. Now I look like a child.

Rogue laughs a bit louder, “Yeah, that one. Which one was your favorite?”

Sting shifts in his seat, anxiety clawing at his throat. Why is this making him so nervous? “Dratini… It’s so cute, and so is Dragonair, and then Dragonite is really strong…” He blushes darker. “Yeah…”

“Here’s your drinks,” Laki walks up to the table and sets down their drinks and their waters. “Your food will be out shortly. Anything else you need?”

Courage. The ability to flirt. Some answers. “Err, nope!” Sting laughs. “I’m all good.”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Rogue smiles at her, and she nods and walks away.

Sting’s chest feels tight. Here’s another chance. “S-So…” he manages to say, then shuts his mouth as the panic sets in. ‘I...I can’t do it. I can’t ask. If he says no it’ll be so embarrassing...especially with everything he’s told me…!’

“So?” Rogue replies, that smile still on his face, but this time the look is more than just polite. There’s admiration in his eyes, warm and kind, enjoying himself in Sting’s presence.

Sting studies Rogue’s face. Fuck. His one visible shining red eye, his silky black hair, that warm smile… Rogue almost seems like he’s glowing. Sting had to ask him. He had to tell Rogue how he felt. He couldn’t afford to lose this...Rogue is too special.

And so….he takes a deep breath, and blurts out, “Rogue, is this a date?”

Sting’s heart leaps into his throat. He actually said it! After all this time of nerves and shit, and he’d just blurted it out effortlessly! Why had he been so afraid before?

He watches as Rogue’s mouth curls into a wider smile, a blush on his cheeks. He still looks like he’s glowing...how beautiful . “Of course it is. I really have fallen for you, Sting. You’re my everything. I’d love to date you.”

“You would?” Sting squeaks, his heart pounding. ‘Ohgod it’s happening-!’

“Huh?” Rogue looks at Sting in confusion, his voice sounding different all of a sudden, the glow completely gone, “I would what?”

It is then that Sting realized he’d completely imagined that scenario. Thanks to his nerves, he’d started daydreaming about what he wished could happen. He sighs, feeling ashamed and deflated. “Nevermind…” he mumbles, reaching up for his drink and sipping it. The bubbles tickle his tongue, and the sweetness is almost overpowering.

When Rogue frowns, Sting feels like his heart shatters. “Are you sure..? It seemed like what you wanted to say was important…”

“Forget it,” Sting takes another sip of his drink, then forces a smile. “I just forgot what I was gonna say. It’s not a big deal.”

Rogue drinks a bit of iced tea, then sighs softly. “If you say so…”

Sting bites his lip, but before he can try and make up something to ease Rogue’s worries (or at least thank him for being concerned), Laki walks over with a covered tray. She smiles at them both, setting the platter onto the table and uncovering it, revealing a huge bowl of pasta accompanied by two pieces of garlic bread. “Carbonara for two?”

Sting has no idea what the heck carbonara is, but it looks tasty, and the smell makes his stomach growl. He pushes aside the fact that they’re splitting a bowl just like in the romantic movies for a moment and instead leans forward to smell it.

Rogue smiles up at Laki, still looking at Sting out of the corner of his eye. “Thank you so much.”

“Enjoy,” Laki replies, then walks away, her heels clicking on the fancy floor.

“Sooo...what exactly is it?” Sting asks, grabbing his garlic bread first. “I mean, besides pasta, obviously.”

Rogue grabs his fork and twirls it. “Carbonara is a pasta dish with egg, pecorino romano cheese, pork, and pepper.” He lifts it up towards his mouth and grins. “And it’s one of my favorites.”

Sting makes a mental note of that as Rogue takes a bite: spaghetti, egg, some cheese, pepper, and pork...okay! He takes a big bite of his garlic bread, then sits it back down on the plate. “Sounds delicious.” He grabs his own fork and twirls it the way Rogue did (or at least, attempts to, as he has do it a couple times before getting it right) and then lifts it to his mouth and takes a huge bite. He feels like his taste buds are exploding as a wonderful flavor touches his tongue. “Mmmm…oh man, that’s-” Suddenly realizing he is talking with his mouth full, he blushes and swallows hard. “Ahem. It’s really good.”

Rogue laughs, and Sting realizes he isn’t grossed out by his bad manners. “Isn’t it? It’s fairly easy to make, too. There’s some really easy recipes online. I’ve made it a couple of times just in the dorm kitchen. I always ended up splitting it with people because they all loved it so much, haha.”

I would love to try yours… Sting thinks dreamily. If there is one thing that he loved more than attractive guys, it is attractive guys who could cook. Instead of voicing that thought, he shoves more of the pasta into his mouth, relieved that he now had an excuse to be quiet. He’d already chickened out twice on asking Rogue if this is a date...maybe a little bit of silence to think would help.

Rogue twists the pasta around his fork slowly, that same endearing smile still on his lips. “I’m glad you like it. I was a bit worried you wouldn’t care for it and then wouldn’t have a good time. A risk I’m glad I took, I suppose.”

But why did you take it? Sting wonders silently. Is it because it’s a date and you wanted to be romantic? Or were you trying to impress me or something? Because you don’t have to...I was impressed the moment I laid eyes on you. In comparison, I’m kind of a nobody… If anything, I should be working on impressing you.

For a moment, Sting could’ve sworn he saw Rogue blush, but it fades as soon as it appeared. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to keep talking at you while you were trying to eat.”

Sting swallows and finally finds his voice right as Rogue takes another bite. “Rogue, you’re fine. I like hearing what you have to say. You’re interesting, and funny.” Wow, that was stupid.

Rogue coughs slightly, then swallows his pasta. “You think so?” Sting nods quickly in response, and Rogue reaches for his iced tea. “Thanks, Sting. I appreciate it.”

Sting blushes again. “Mhm!” he manages to say with a mouth full of pasta, then scarfs more down.

The two of them are then silent until the plate is completely clear, both of them having ate their fill on pasta and bread. Their drinks are almost empty as well, as they are both broke college students and don’t like being wasteful.

Eventually, Laki comes with the check. “Here’s your bill,” she says, placing it on the edge of the table. “Thank you so much for dining with us tonight.”

As she walks away, Rogue reaches for the check holder, and Sting has to scramble, “W-Wait, shouldn’t we split the bill?”

Rogue looks Sting right in the eyes, “Well...I thought I’d pay, since I invited you…”

Sting’s heart skips a beat. He isn’t quite sure how the whole stupid, heteronormative “the man pays to be a gentleman on the first date” thing works for gay couples, but to him this seemed like Rogue is implying it is a date. Should I ask…? Say that if he considers it a date he can pay? Or would it be nice to offer to pay for myself? What do I do?

“Uhhhhmmm…” is all Sting can bring himself to say, his palms starting to sweat. He watches helplessly as Rogue reads the bill, then slips their debit card into the check holder and places it back on the edge of the table. Too late now…

He finds that he feels guilty about it when Laki picks it back up to swipe the card, so he mumbles out, “I can pay you back…”

“No,” Rogue leans forward a bit. “There’s no need, Sting. It’s my treat.”

What does that MEAN? Sting screams mentally, but has no time to ask because Laki returns at that exact moment. Damn! It seemed like the whole damn world is against him getting to speak his mind.

Rogue retrieves his debit card, then stands up and looks at Sting. “Ready to go?”

“Where?” Sting asks, joining Rogue on his feet. Realizing that was a stupid question (aka, one that implied they were going somewhere other than back to the dorms), Sting quickly tacks on, “A-Ah, sorry, I’m tired.”

“Actually, I was thinking we could take a walk in the nearby park?” Rogue suggests as they walk out of the restaurant together. “It’s a nice night, and I wanted to talk to you for a little bit longer.”

“About…?” Sting asks, having trouble breathing. The world felt like it was spinning underneath his feet, and he swore Rogue could hear his heart beating.

Instead of answering, Rogue leads Sting down the block to a nice park with a sparkling water fountain, beautiful rose bushes, carved wooden benches, and a few tall oak trees. The ground underneath their feet is brown and red patterned stone, but nearby are numerous patches of soft green grass dotted with wildflowers starting to close for the night. The cool night air blows Sting and Rogue’s hair in front of their faces, and the light of the setting sun bathes them in a soft gold glow. The water of the fountain reflects the pink, orange sky streaked with thin white clouds, almost like something out of a painting.

All of Sting’s nerves vanish. There is nothing to interrupt them now. The moment is so...perfect. It feels like something out of a romance movie...a love confession at sunset in front of a fountain, surrounded by roses...yes. He felt certain now that this is a date, and that any moment now, Rogue is going to confess his feelings for Sting. Finally, the uncertainty, the fear, the nerves, the anxiety...it will all come to an end.

“Sting.” Rogue’s hair blows away from his face, showing off both of his narrow, shining red eyes, looking at Sting with admiration. “I wanted to tell you something.”

Sting’s heart beats a mile a minute, and he’s sure there’s a stupid, lovesick grin on his face. “Y-Yeah...what is it?”

Rogue opens his mouth when suddenly his phone buzzes in his pocket. Rogue groans and digs his hand into his pocket, “Dammit, hold on a second.” Frowning, Rogue pulls his phone out and looks at it. Sting watches as Rogue’s face goes from annoyed to shocked, then texts something quickly. “Shit. Shit shit shit !” He looks up at Sting, concern written all over his face. “I…I’m so sorry, I have to go. Right now. Thanks for coming, I had fun, I’ll see you soon!”

With that, Rogue shoves his phone into his pocket and takes off down the sidewalk.

Sting’s heart shatters. “W-WAIT, ROGUE, HOLD ON-! YOU DROVE ME HERE!” he screams, starting to chase after him. He suddenly realizes he has no idea where Rogue went, and by the time he remembers what street they came from, it’s too late… Rogue’s car speeds by the sidewalk, way over the speed limit, and disappears around the corner.

Tears fill Sting’s eyes as emotions flood through him all at once. Heartbreak, anger, desperation...until it all finally resolves in pure, unrestrained hysteria. “FUCK YOU, ROGUE!” he screams, stomping his foot like a child throwing a tantrum. “YOU’RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!”

Sobbing uncontrollably, Sting storms back over towards the fountain, his legs too weak to stand for much longer. As he collapses onto a bench, he realizes everything around him that once seemed so perfect and beautiful looks absolutely sickening now. The roses slowly closing seem to taunt him, as if reminding him that all good things must eventually come to an end. The sound of the sparkling water fountain as it bubbles and spills into the basin sounds like his tears splashing down his cheeks. The tall oak trees bend and creak in the wind, as if mocking his own fragile state. Even the sunset, once romantic and hopeful, now fades into black.

Defeated and drowning, Sting puts his head in his hands and curls into himself. He sits there too broken to move until the final beam of sunlight disappears from the sky, then picks himself up and takes the long walk of shame home, swallowed up by the night.

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