#also. imagine Will having very long fingers and strong hands bc he handles a lot of ambrosia so it somehow makes it’s way under his skin

[applecidersstuff]

A hc/theory of mine is that in pjo ambrosia and nectar work kind of like steroids, and people who take ambrosia repeatedly for a long time get a boost to their growth and also muscle growth.

Which is why my personal headcannon is that Clarrise and some of her brothers are way too tall for their age, sex and physique.

This is also why I believe Clarrise literally towers over Percy who is 6,0ft(185cm)(sort of cannon), while her mother was 5,00(headcannon). And while Percy isn’t short or anything, he never actually got that ambrosia boost because of the regeneration powers he has, so while Clarrise was consuming ambrosia daily at the limit of the ‘demigod safe’ Percy was just going for a swim.

Any serious, violent-less argument that they have from afar looks like Percy is 8 and is arguing with his older sibling about who gets a bigger bowl of ice-cream, despite them actually having a convo about what strategy they’re going to use for capture the flag because the hunters came and those two want to beat them.

Just imagine the comedic and chaotic outcome of this…

[bottomshuichi]

Random dr characters react to you asking to ride them

taka, byakuya, leon, souda, gundham, kaito and rantaro - nsfw

if i missed anyone you want these of, leave an ask!!! ill do whoever :D

also may make a reverse one of characters reacting to u asking them to ride u.......... if u guys want that hehe

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

“Y-You want to what?!”

Blushes like crazy man cannot handle a thing.

Low key scared you’d get hurt when you bottomed out

He’d absolutely let you because hes a gentleman.

newfound fav thing wow. nervous to ask you to do it again so he kind of just gets you into the position when youre kissing heheh

“You look so good like this-”

slowly hed become more and more comfortable and hold your hips and help you. praise you!!!!!!!!!! tell you how good you were doing

HOLDS UR HAND WHILE U RIDE HIM CRIES

constantly asking if youre okay and if you’re too tired :’))) “Y-You can stop if you need to! I can take over”

But when you shush him and tell him to stop worrying and start riding him faster hed m e l t. just go into shock and watch you do ur thing

Byakuya Togami

“Oh? Really? Why should I let you, hm?”

He’d tease you for asking but secretly hes very proud of you for being able to get the courage to come out and say it.

Either treat you like you’re priceless if youre genuinely nervous or be a complete asshole the entire time. No in between. 

“Careful, my treasure. Don’t want to rush yourself.” // “Well? You going to do it or what? You wanted this, may I remind you.”

Wouldn’t touch you very much, just look up at you and watch your face as you grab onto him for dear life and rock on him.

Hed mark you up tho. so much. just to make sure everyone you see knows youre his

He would hold your face though, whispering to you. Also would absolutely hold your throat.

“Come sit on your throne, my prince(ss).”

Once he was close he would lose his cool persona and pull your hips down and fuck up into you and curse and growl and doubwdddaodubawodihawoi bruhrruh thank u sm togami

Leon Kuwata

He’d just bite his lip and. be like aw shiiiiii

i imagine him to be kinky but have no idea ab it and neither do u so all of the sudden hes like mega egotistical 

“Why didn’t you say so earlier, baby?” 

He’d grab ur hips and just immediately have his tongue down ur throat as soon as u asked him

From then on he’d make you ride him like every time u got busy bc he just loves to see u all desperate and doin all the work.

you wanting him immediately gets him off bc ego smh

“That’s right. Bounce on that dick.”

touches ur chest/butt while u ride him bc he likes jiggle. bonus points if he can motorboat u

like togami he’ll sit back and watch a lot, one hand on your hip biting his lip. the sight of u literally gets him off as much as fucking you

Kazuichi Souda

jfc this dude. nosebleed instantly 

“Holy shit, please! That’d be so hot- I, holy shit.”

he can barely handle sex by itself, now youre gonna do this to him??? jeez what were you thinking.

i hc that he basically goes feral during sex just. rlly fast and hard and loud and just streams of dirty talk

so hes basically holding your hips and fucking up into you and praising/degrading you (whatever hes in the mood for) 

Youd barely be able to ride him, it’d mostly be him fucking up into you while you just shake above him and hold onto him for dear life

“You’re so good, feels so good, f-fuck baby,”

can go for a while,,,, which is a benefit of him doing most of the work bc you’d prolly collapse if you rode him for as long as he would want you to 

hed just go so fast you’d be writhing and drooling all over yourself bc you can’t form a sentence. just goin wild. my man.

Gundham Tanaka 

queue blushing scarf sprite

“O-Oh! My rose! I didn’t expect such a request from you... But... I suppose you can, yes.”

Hes nervous literally up until the sex itself, where he becomes just. huge soft dom vibes lol

holds u so gently hehehe. little groans and praises bc wow he loves u so much

“That’s my beautiful little pearl. You’re doing wonderfully for me.”

Keeps it very slow and loving, making sure you know how well you’re doing every second. 

will tuck your hair behind your ear and stroke your face and hush you when you whine too loud

loves to look you in the eyes n will rest his forehead on yours. he loves your expressions so so much

hums very deeply. you know the gundham voice. hes just so pleased and so proud of you for doing so well.

kisses everywhere :) n soft bites and hickeys as a reminder you’re his

Kaito Momota

This guy. God he’d get a boner in a millisecond.

“Y-You’d do that??”

Touches u all over when you do. Like wow he’s. Yeah. So in awe genuinely can’t form a sentence at the sight of you.

Praise u so much tho. In a kaito way.

“You’re so strong! Look at you! You can sit all the way down, take all of me in. Such a good baby.”

After the first time he often just sits against the headboard and touches himself inviting you to sit on him :3

Or he’ll flip u over mid fuck and just lay back and flex his muscles while you bounce on him Bc wow his ego. Bigger than his dick.

Kisses your neck n chest while you ride him

Rantaro Amami

holy shit i am gonna have a stroke writing this im a whore for rantaro anyways

“I believe that can be arranged, my love.”

the first time hed be waiting for you all ready and beckon you with his finger and hed have all his rings on and hngngggggggg

praise the fuck out of you if ur nervous. just telling you how good you’re doing and being so gentle and sweet. my beloved

but when ur comfy enough. oh god. the god complex comes out. hes just staring at you with this fucking look and taking in all of your sounds and iefubaieufiudh

“You’re doing so good, you look so beautiful. So gorgeous sitting on my cock.”

His jewelry would jingle when you bounced what the FUCK

absolutely hold your waist and scratch you up. also bite your collarbones i know that man loves collarbones

would roll his hips up to meet yours and push himself deeper and bite his lip when you cry out at it

a lot of eye contact. hed encourage you to keep your eyes open if you were scared to look at him too. just staring you in the eyes and groaning just to turn you on more knowing youre on this man’s dick and BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEee i may pass away

Haha simps

[damerondala]

🍒 I loved what you wrote for my Boba request, so good and so on point 😘👌🏻 How are you liking the season so far? I have…mixed feelings lol. I’m trying to save my judgement until the end of the series though, there’s still so much more they can do with it.

Anyway…I have a uh Thot 🙃 Totally unrelated to Boba. There’s this gif of Jesse and Kix talking during the Bad Batch arc in S7 (i wish i knew how to add images in here!) But every time i see it, i’m just drawn to how thicc Jesse’s thighs look and 🥵 i just can’t handle it. So i’ve come to see if my very best friend here can help a poor girl out with her Jesse Thigh Attraction. Pretty pleaseee? 😇🍒

oh honey you don't even have to pretty please this request bc i know EXACTLY the scene you are talking about. when he and kix are making fun of the batch right?? oh my god this actually made my day - hell probably my whole week! (i am also so sorry for taking so long, this semester is proving itself to be a lot but i’m also really excited for it:) hope you understand <3)

i also have mixed feelings about bobf so far. i don’t wanna sound like one of those fanboys and bitch about it but the third episode just really didn’t do it for me, i'm frankly kind of pissed how they just threw the storyline about the tuskens out the window. it was so interesting to see boba connecting with them and really humanizing them and then bleh they just killed them off and gave us space power rangers which i thought was bullshit. AND i love din but what the hell? this is supposed to be a love letter to boba fucking fett??

ANYWAYS enough of my babbling, i really hope the show picks up from here on out! 

good ol arc trooper jesse content under the cut. 18+

okay we're gonna do this in a bulleted list bc i feel like i can capture everything better that way so without further adooooo...

i feel like jesse lowkey doesn't even really think twice about his thighs

like he always thought that most people liked troopers arms because they were nice and muscular, like that’s the socially acceptable thing to like right?

wrong, jesse. so fucking wrong.

you notice how big his legs look the first time you meet him. the dirty, white plastid wrapping so perfectly around his absolute fuckin ham hocks, the long treks across countless planets doing wonders for the muscles there 

but the first time you really realized how strong his legs were was when you first slept together, the way his thighs felt so solid while smacking against the back of your own, driving home into your slick with loud, unashamed grunts 

one time while y'all are fooling around, you grab onto his thighs while he's pressed up against you, massaging them a little more than necessary tbh

and that's when it clicks in his cute noggin 

he kind of falters for a quick second upon realizing you really like his thighs, probably even more than he likes yours

but jesse is so smug (god i love him) and so of course he uses this opportunity to tease you about it

he gets harder each time you whimper at his teasing, "you got a dirty little secret, baby?"

when you gasp out a “yes” at that tone of his voice you both are so eager to get busy but he drags it out because of course he does even though he’s already leaking while imagining you humping his thick thighs 

jesse gets up from where he was slotted in between your legs and replaces his body with just one of his thighs, his knee pushing down into the soft bedding at the bottom of your ass 

he takes this opportunity to look down and admire your flustered state, your clothes rumpled, a tit peeking out of the collar of your low cut shirt

jesse has a wide hand clasped around one of your legs, bringing your core closer to his thigh and tsks when you try to grind against it. tightening his grip on your thigh and bringing his other hand down to your heat

“hang on, baby. lemme get you started.” 

he starts using his middle finger to prod at your engorged clit through your panties, deliberately swirling once you let out a nice, long sigh

he groans when he feels the wet fabric of your panties rub against his bare thigh, the erection in his underwear now painfully obvious against your bent leg that he has pulled flush to himself

you whimper for him, “i-jesse... oh wanna come.” 

he huffs out a breath of air, trying to concentrate on bringing you to your high but ultimately decides that this is as best time as ever to try out what you have been dreaming about

he stops and pulls away, hooking his hands around you waist to bring you up, “and i wanna see what it is that has you so fucking wet.” 

jesse gives a quick smack to your ass as he swaps your spot for his, although he elects to sit up against the headboard, guiding your hips to straddle his bent leg

you fully sit on his thigh and he, again, groans at the contact. you’re aching and waste no time in moving your hips back and forth, riding jesse’s thigh with fluid thrusts 

your mouth immediately hangs open at the feeling of your panties helping the friction on your clit, and it’s safe to say that jesse loves the view

the sight of him leaning back, his cock tenting his briefs and his arms gripping your hips urges you to speed up, unbothered with how the bed creaks with each roll of your body, your moans traveling through the room with no couth 

jesse knows you like it when he lets his mouth run on and on during sex, and he begins babbling nonsense when your knee begins to nudge his full balls, the feeling making him begin to sweat

“take it, cyar’ika.” a moan cuts him off, “you like fucking my thighs? yeah? so fucking dirty. you’re my dirty girl.” 

you’re moving so quickly your upper body begins to bounce on top of him, your moans becoming impossibly louder and more frequent 

your eyes squeeze shut when you feel the pool of heat in your stomach feel it’s about to overflow, nearly screaming jesse’s name as you grip his shoulders and come in your panties

jesse groans along with you, moving to sweet talk you as you begin to calm down, “oooh look at that. my pretty little thing.” 

Jesse is definitely a talker but i think he also really likes physical touch so when you’re calming down he likes to run the back of his hand against your cheeks, whispering about how pretty you are and how he loves taking care of you, giving you kisses wherever he can reach 

from then on, whenever you two are going to have a quickie, or just want to have some fun foreplay, your thighs are wrapped around one of jesse’s incredibly beefy thighs. bound to make your neighbors complain about the noise. 

~ 

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[redhawtriot]

Baby Boom (Bakugou x Reader)

Tip Jar ☕- Not expected but always appreciated💞

If you’re interested in the secret life of models or baby momma drama, you’re well fed tonight. 

This story actually means a lot to me bc it deals with a lot of issues that I hold very dear (I stayed up last night and wrote like three chapters lol). That being said, the content may be a little triggering to some people: (eating disorders, slight alcoholism, pregnancy, discrimination, overall angst) 

There is also a slight mention of nsfw (she’s gotta get pregnant somehow) to begin with but besides that, it should be pretty safe

Reader discretion is advised.

HnM 💕

Month 2, Month 3

--MONTH 1--

“Mmmm…” 

The dazed hum of your own low voice peeled back a layer of sleep from your mind.

The cloud of blankets underneath you swallowed your body, tempting your stirring form to stay asleep for just a little longer. As your mind teetered upon the steep edge of unconsciousness, a flurry of scenes played in your head.

You let yourself fall into the random, vivid dreams as you finally gave up in your struggle against the warm embrace of the bed. The film that performed in your mind was a choppy one at best; however, you still caught glimpses of the action:

The dark room... The dancing city lights outside of the window… the low screeching of the rocking mattress underneath you… the breathless moans… looking down to see the mingling of scorching sweat, illuminated by the red light peeking through the window… looking up to see the flash of his even redder, vermilion eyes for just a split second before your lips were captured… the lewd mewls that you didn’t even notice until they were gone, caught in his warm mouth.

The quick, dreamy waves of erotica left just as soon as they came, their sudden disappearance sending a jolt of consciousness your direction.

What. A fucking. Wakeup call.

The bed once again flutily attempted to grab you and hold you back in your sleeping state, but you forced yourself to roll over into awareness. As your body turned, your eyes finally painfully pried themselves open. Once the brief sting of light passed, you found yourself smirking at what you saw,

Holy shit. Dreams do come true after all.

The man in bed with you—you finally realized that it was indeed his bed—was turned over on his side facing away from you, but that didn’t stop you from admiring the view.

His arms, godsent and chiseled by Michelangelo himself, extended from under the blanket-- one used as an extra pillow under his head, and the other laid peacefully on his side. As peaceful as the display was, you could still see the rippling muscles layered underneath his airbrushed skin. You could only begin to imagine what they looked like when he was flexing.

Suddenly images from last night of his strong arms pressing your legs up toward the headboard infiltrated your mind, and you didn’t have to imagine anything anymore. You bit the bottom of your lip to keep from giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush.

Virtually immediately, your smile melted from your face and the sound of tires screeching blared within your head. What the fuck were you doing staring at this dude like some damn creep? What? Were you gonna wait for him to wake up to invite you to breakfast? Were you gonna go on a lunch date with some no-named dude you met at the “booty room.” As if.

God, ew.

You tried to ignore the fact that you had just been reduced to a soppy 16 year old all over again.

You gave one more passing glance over the top of his ash-blond hair before straightening your face with a with a quirk of an eyebrow and slowly pushing yourself out of his bed. You glanced out of the window and noticed only a thin stream of light peeking through the glass. Good. It was still early morning. Plenty of time to make it to work.

You would like to avoid Ainu’s bitching mouth today.

You fluffed your hair up, deciding to adopt the “after-sex hair” and make it your own as you scoured the bedroom floor for your dress from last night. You spotted it just a foot away from the door. Damn you really didn’t waste time, huh?

You fought the urge to laugh at yourself as you walked over and shimmied yourself back into the dress, some of the sparkles flying off as you shook your hips. You had found your panties just right next to the bed and your bra hanging off the lamp on the nightstand. You stifled a laugh at yourself as you slid the items on underneath your dress. What a fucking night.

Mostly everything at that point had been accounted for, but there was still one thing on your mental checklist that you couldn’t find—well, two things to be exact.

Okay…

Shoes... shoes… Where the fuck are your shoes?

As you continued searching for the shimmery heels, a sudden deep groan from the bed startled you a bit, causing you to freeze as you watched ‘good ol’ no-name’ stir in his sleep. You paused for a few long moments while he, thankfully, settled back into his slumber.

You let out a quiet breath of air that you hadn’t even known that you were holding and decided then and there that you could do without those shoes. If Cinderella could do it, why couldn’t you?

You quickly grabbed your handbag and phone from his nightstand and commenced your getaway.

I mean, you were obviously no virtuous princess and he was hardly prince charming from the foul mouth that you could remember from last night—insert blush here-- but still…

You turned the handle behind you as you softly shut the door so that it wouldn’t make much noise, only to turn around toward the hallway and be met with a pair of bright, crimson eyes. Caught red handed, You faltered a little bit as the built man in front of you became practically as scarlet as his hair,

“U-Uh-- Good morning!” Kirishima forced out as he obviously struggled to keep his eyes on your face. Try as he might, he couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering down the chains of silver that barely held your dress on your shoulders.

Or the open slits on your upper thighs that let your shapely hips spill out from underneath your shimmering dress.

Or your obviously messed up hair that had probably spent much of the night between Bakugou’s fingers. He felt his face become unbearably hot at the intrusive thought.

His eyes flickered back up to yours, but not before you could notice the way that they seemed to trail down your body.

You relaxed into your chest a bit, Okay, just a roommate. He seemed fairly harmless and ‘SIMP’ enough not to raise many red flags or dangerous pervert alerts. You breathed into something resembling a laugh as you smirked up at him, “G’ Morning.”

Kirishima’s breath was caught in his lungs at the song of your voice, “M-morning…” Shit, did he already say that? The man suddenly became very aware of what he was wearing. Or rather, what he wasn’t wearing as a draft flew in from the pants leg of his boxers.

His blush almost instantly intensified—and he thanked every lucky star that he didn’t have the hormonal “tell-all” body of a teenager anymore.

You only smiled, brushing past the red-head, toward the front door. As you made your way past the kitchen you noticed a bowl of fruit displayed on the bar. Your mind quickly fleeted to thoughts of ‘what a weird fucking thing to see in what was obviously a man cave—o-or a bachelor pad. Man pad? Bachelor Cave???’ Did you accidentally wonder into a Martha Stewart catalog without realizing it?

As you eyed the odd arrangement of fruit, you didn’t even notice the other two roommates already situated in the open living room—their eyes wide as they trailed your form.

“Are these real?” you spoke up suddenly, startling Kirishima who was at this point deciding whether or not to go back into his room and pretend he hadn’t seen you and lost half of his brain, or to go to the kitchen for breakfast as he had planned. “Can I have one?” you shamelessly asked.

“Yeah! Sure!” Kirishima answered maybe a bit too strongly. The poor man just wanted to compensate for his totally unmanly display earlier. He just… he’d never seen anyone like you before. Especially not in his ‘humble’ (that was being generous) apartment.

That’s when one of the men from the living room decided to speak up, “You can have all of them, sweetheart,” his voice immediately snapped your attention toward the rather spacious (empty--except for a couch, a TV and a... bench press?) living room, where you came into contact with the speaker’s golden eyes, “Go on. Take as much as you want,” the kind smile he wore contained just the slightest hint of ulterior motives, you noticed. You take back what you said earlier. The real SIMP was right here.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “Just one will do, thanks.” Your flat tone did nothing to disinterest Kaminari as he ogled at you grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and shoving it in your mouth when you noticed a pair of heels haphazardly tossed by the front door. Aha! There are your fucking shoes!

The electric blond watched in utter fascination as you held the fruit between your teeth and began slipping your heels back on. Holy shit. He was glad he woke up early for once.

Kirishima approached two of his roommates, shaking his head at the giddy one currently drooling over Bakugou’s overnight visitor,

“Get a grip, dude. It’s not manly to stare like that,” he lowly warned so you couldn’t hear. He felt like a bit of a hypocrite, but at least he was trying to maintain some decency. It seemed like Kaminari had simply thrown all of his fucks to give out of the window as he shamelessly eyed you like an Englishman on safari. Come on, bro!

“Yeah. Didn’t you hear her with Bakugou last night?!”

“How could I not, Sero? I’m pretty sure the entire complex heard!” Kaminari resentfully whispered to his two roommates before sweeping a hand through his blond locks and snaking his way towards you, “So… what’s your name, gorgeous?”

You could hardly hold back the look of disgust that fell upon your expression as you looked up at this man. Read the fucking room, dude. You couldn’t make this situation more obvious if you were wearing a damn sign on your head that said “One Night Stand: Hit It and Quit It,” and sprinted out of the apartment.

You didn’t want to make friends.

You didn’t want to introduce yourself to someone’s roommates when you didn’t even know their damn name.

And you sure as hell didn’t want to be passed around to said stranger’s roommates like a fucking bottle of wine at communion, “First name: Not, last name: Interested,” you deadpanned.

A series of “OHHHH’s” and “She got you, Bro! She got you good!” sounded throughout the apartment. As you swung the front door open, looking back one final time to see the look of absolute disheartenment spread across the blonds face, “Ba-bye~ Oh! and Thanks for the fruit, Red,” you winked before shutting the door behind you, unknowingly causing Kirishima to dissolve into a blushing mess.

You heard a bit of commotion come from the other side of the door when you left but didn’t pay it much mind as you began your walk to the nearest train station—taking another bite from your bachelor pad apple.

Bakugou, however, couldn’t ignore the commotion you had left behind as his scowling form emerged from his bedroom, “Could you idiots be any fucking louder!?” The blond was already in a terrible mood. He had woken up to fucking ketchup, mustard, and mayo’s shouting only to realize that his bed was suddenly much colder than he remembered it had been when he fell sleep.

The frustrated man was instantly met with his other blond counterpart throwing himself at his knees, “Bakugou, buddy!” he cried out, clutching the fabric of the other man’s sleepers, “You’ve gotta teach me your ways!” he groveled at his feet as if Bakugou was the lord and savior of in-cels everywhere.

“The hell are you talking about?” his hands crackled furiously as he seriously prepared to blast the dunce-face off of him, “get the fuck off’a me!” he roared.

Kirishima reluctantly spoke up, gaining the two blond’s attention and probably saving Kaminari’s life, “Honestly… I gotta say even I’m surprised. She was… unreal,” Kirishima’s cheeks dusted over in a light shade of pink just at the memory of you.

Even Bakugou had to mask the sudden warmness that fled to his own face as your image suddenly popped into his mind. He shoved the butterflies down into his stomach so that he could shit them out later, “What’s that supposed to mean, shitty hair?!”

Sero, who had previously just been silently enjoying the wild spectacle before him, had finally decided to give his input on the situation, “What Kirishima is trying to say is ‘how the hell did a sack of anger issues wrapped in a mean mug like yours score a chick like that?’”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY, HORSE TEETH?!”

“Stop putting words in my mouth!” Kirishima whined before Kaminari finally asked the question that had been lingering in all of their minds,

“Did you get at least get her number?” The matter gave birth to a few beats of silence between all the roommates. Bakugou visibly stiffened at this question as his face shriveled up.

“I don’t know… She seemed to get out of here in quite a hurry,” Sero contemplated aloud, effectively breaking the silence.

A tinge of pain shot straight through Bakugou’s pride at his words. You had practically run out of there—away from him. Was last night really that bad? He seemed to have a much different memory than you of the event.

Tch. Whatever. It doesn’t fucking matter.

Shoving these thoughts out of his head, he scoffed, “Good. The hell do I need her number for?”

Silence once again befell the four—this time being disrupted by Kaminari, “You don’t know how good you have it,” he shook his head, “You don’t deserve half the things you get, man…”

Of course, this only caused the apartment to erupt into another fit of commotion—death threats and cheap insults being thrown in every space of the testosterone-filled home.

Meanwhile.

You tried to ignore the multitude of awkward stares you garnered as you made your way through the train station. They were probably—well, more than likely-- because of your racy evening wear, but shit. You didn’t exactly plan on getting dicked down last night. At least, maybe not on a conscious level.

You sighed before boarding the train and looking down to view the notifications on your phone. Oh crap, it was later in the day than you had originally thought.

Boss lady:

[7:42am]

Someone told me that you went to Club 52 last night.

You better not be hungover or wasted when you get here, Y/N

Inches! Y/N! I need you at your inches!

Ahhh. the old 35, 25, 35. The perfect body shape. Well, she can take all 85 of those inches and shove them up her ass for all you cared.

Boss Lady:

[8:03am]

I am serious.

Sick of  cleaning up your messes.

Don’t ever pull this shit again when we have such a big brand deal!

Remember. I have eyes everywhere, missy!

As the messages went on you only scanned them,

How could you do this to me Blah. Blah. Blah. I stuck my neck out for you Blah. Blah. Blah. Where else could someone like you find work as good as this Blah. Blah. Blah. Etcetera, etcetera.

Damn boss Lady was like a fucking broken record.

You closed your eyes on the train and tried to astral project your spirit to a better place. Somewhere where you didn’t have to take a shitty modeling job to pay your damn rent. Somewhere where you had an obtainable passion. Somewhere where you could do something meaningful with your life.

Somewhere where you weren’t just some damn pathetic quirkless girl whose only talent was looking good in front of a camera and taking bullshit.

“You’re late!” The bodies of women lit up by the hard lights on set seemed to all turn in your direction at your boss’s loud announcement. The aggressive clacking of her heels sounded in the air like gunshots as she stormed over to you, but you couldn’t be less impressed by her repetitive intimidation tactics,

“What are you talking about? It’s 9:00!”

“9:04! The shoot started at 9 and you don’t even have makeup on!” her nose crinkled in disgust as she neared you. The way that she dramatically gagged at your scent had your eyes rolling, “And you fucking smell like sex. Jesus fucking Christ Y/N! You. Intern! Get over here! Go hose her down!” she called your friend, Kimi, over, “You’re lucky I don’t ring your neck! The marketing agent will be here in less than an hour and he wants to see progress!” by this point Kimi had rushed over and began herding you away from the multitude of disapproving stares you had gathered from the other models.

But not before you heard whispers of your unprofessionalism.

“Now, go get your pretty ass presentable looking!” Boss lady shooed you off.

As your friend literally hosed you down in the bathroom with her hydropump quirk, she already had a bottle of body wash on hand-- completely desensitized to your naked body by this point. Neither of you said a word for a while, but you could tell that she was itching to speak up, “So…” a grin spread across her face as she rinsed the suds out of your hair, “Was he at least cute?”

“Super fucking attractive,” you gave a short laugh, “At least. I think so. I don’t really remember his face…”

Her loud laugh sounded through the bathroom before the space was once again covered within a thick sheet of silence. When the two of you were close to finished, she sighed at your idle, far off gaze before attempting to strike up a bit of conversation, “I really should be thanking you. You keep my job security, after all,” she joked.

She wasn’t exactly wrong.

She was pretty much hired to be your babysitter under the guise of “stylist intern” in Ainu’s modeling agency; however, when she was hired for this gig ‘frequently bathing a hungover, grown mess of a thot’ and ‘constant ginger ale, and Pepto Bismol runs’ were probably not in the job description.

“I keep my life a mess just for you,” you lazily smirked up at her.

“Your life is hardly a mess. You’re living the dream, supermodel girl.”

Your mind flashed back to girls around you eating cotton balls to satiate their hunger, to women working 10 hour long photo shoots in 6-inch heels, to being urged to give brand promoters “special attention” to secure the agency’s profits, to runway events that left you sleepless for days at a time, to your own fingers plunging down the back of your throat so that you could fit into the impossible dress sizes fitted by your designers, “Yeah...” you quietly trailed off.  

The shoot went fairly well, after your late start.

It was actually different than most others that you have participated in since the main focus was upon the red shoes that they wanted to promote. The photographer had decided—much to the dismay of the other models on set—that you would be a focal point in his artwork. Claiming that you had such a “sexy, sexy look” and were going to be huge one day.

Thanks creepy, middle-aged, French photographer. Now half of these girls are gonna cry themselves to sleep tonight and the other half are gonna create voodoo dolls of you to stick needles in.

Fairly well, or not, you couldn’t fight the urge to click your red sneaker soles together three times every now and then—internally chanting “there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.”

Needless to say, it didn’t work.

It was about three weeks later when you found yourself at the official branding event of those stupid red sneakers. It was some kind of charity event/campaign/branding bullshit hybrid���or whatever.

Most of the models that were there the day of the original photo shoot weren’t even requested to go. Since you had been a focal point in that shoot, you were invited (forced) to attend by the brand marketer. Your uninvited colleagues of course, hated you even more after that, but you would trade places with any one of them in a heartbeat.

Your stomach bubbled a little bit—‘need vodka’ it cried.

You patted the poor organ in solidarity. You like to think that you are very in tune with your needs. You’d much rather be boozing it up in some sweaty booty club than be at… whatever the fuck this was.  

Everyone there was dressed up like it was some cocktail party or some christening or something. The large room was filled to the brim with tables with neatly folded napkins and different red and green finger foods on the centerpieces. There was a clearing in the middle, under the chandelier, for “dancing” but was really for people to socialize and network.

Hmmm. Not a red sneaker in sight except for the banners of photos from your shoot hanging from the ceiling, you noticed.

“Could you at least pretend to act interested?” boss lady whispered, “Smile a little, yeah?” Ainu completely rolled her eyes at the strained grimace of a smile you threw her—the glare she threw back saying ‘you little shit!’.

You couldn’t help but laugh as the two of you began to drift away from one another—with her sending you one more lingering glance that said ‘stay away from the alcohol and don’t do anything stupid!’

Of course, you nodded like the obedient little clothing rack you were, but as soon as her back was turned you found yourself snatching a glass or two of chardonnay from one of the passing waiter’s trays. As you took a long sip from the glass—careful not to smudge your lipstick—you found your eyes wondering across the unimpressive room.

They ended up settling in the corner of the place, on a man standing alone, nervously fidgeting with his suit cuffs.

Ah. Quality entertainment! You took another sip from one of your glasses.

You nonchalantly strolled toward the man before twisting yourself around next to him so that you were both facing the growing crowd of the room, “All this for some red sneakers?” you spoke up with a slight grin.

His eyes immediately shot up to one of the banners hanging above you before settling back to your smirk, “Y-Y-your one of the models form the poster!” his face darkened into a deep blush and you slightly lifted one of your drinks into the air with a quirk of your eyebrow as if to say, ‘guilty as charged.’

He seemed to get over his shocked state quickly, “Well… uh-- I guess it does seem a little silly when you put it that way, huh?”

“Is there really any other way to put it?”

He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment—his eyes trailing toward the ground in front of him, but you were patient. You took the time to take in his wild, green hair—it was dark, kinda like the seaweed that you wrap around sushi. Your mind flickered to what you remembered sushi tasting like, but it had been such a long time.  He finally spoke up “Well, they are giving half of the profits made to start a campaign to end the bullying of quirkless children,”

“Really?” your eyebrows shot up as the man looked back up to you. Your chest abruptly rose up as you gave a half chuckle, “That’s… well, that’s something. Apparently, this brand is being started by some up and coming hero. Deku? I haven’t really heard much about him, but he’s probably just using us quirkless folk as a stepping stool to celebrity,” he seemed to visibly stiffen at your words but it wasn’t every day that you got to talk about civil rights concerning the quirkless. You passionately continued, “It’s like saving kittens or walking an old lady across the street. I mean, what’s a big shot hero like that know about being quirkless? Tell me,” you leaned in close to him and nodded into the sea of people filing into the room, “Do you see a quirkless kid in sight, right now?”

You left him silent as he began pondering your statement. Hm! Good.

Satisfied with yourself, you took in the final sip from your remaining glass—tilting the curvy cup up into the sky to get every drop.

A tall man with glasses shuffled through the dense crowd to make his way towards the two of you “Midoriya, there he is! Excuse me, Miss,” he stiffly bowed to you at an awkwardly low angle before turning back toward the green haired man, “Come this way. Quickly. I would like to introduce you to…”

As he was pulled into the crowd by the weird tall man you found yourself curiously staring at where he had disappeared.

“Mmm. Isn’t he just as yummy as you thought he’d be?” the familiar voice snapped you straight out of your thoughts, startling you into a slight jump. You whipped your head behind you to see Kimi’s giggling face, “C’mon!! Ainu wants you to get some photos in at that set over there.”

“Ughhh, you know how I feel about red-carpet shoots, Kimi.” It was just a bunch of amateur photographers barking orders and questions at you like some glorified paparazzi. She ignored your whining as she dragged you to the literal red carpet in the far wall of the room, blocked off by a velvet rope and surrounded by a buzzing infestation of flashing cameras. You suddenly became very aware of the very chemical scent of her perfume—and the growing nausea twisting within your stomach.

“You can go find your hero boyfriend, later! I promise!” she practically shoved you onto the carpet, but you could only throw her a confused glance. Who was she talking about?

“Huh?”

“Don’t tell me you seriously didn’t know who that was! We are literally in a room of heroes right now!! That guy that you were with? He’s the entire reason we are here right now, Y/N!” you could hardly fight off the look of confusion that befell your face as you began posing for the flashes of photos being taken of you. Whatever. You probably just looked like the confused bimbo that they all thought you were anyway.

Kimi smacked her hand on her forehead—tossing you an exasperated glance, “Hello!? Red sneakers—the Deku! I can’t believe you. He’s projected to be the number one hero in a few years—that Deku!”

You felt your blood immediately run cold.

The Deku you had put on blast directly to his face. The one who was endorsing this entire brand that your agency had a deal with—that Deku, “Oh. Shit.”

You suddenly felt very sick.

Meanwhile, the three stooges had finally dragged their grouchy roommate out of the apartment and had made their way into the Red Sneakers Event, much to the dismay of said grouchy roommate. He would quite literally prefer to be anywhere else but here. Hell, he would rather stick his head in a vat of acid than be at some dumbass “quirkless sneaker” party for that shitty Deku. There couldn’t possibly be any good reason for him to be here right now.

“Oh, shit!” Kaminari’s grating voice snapped Bakugou out of his thoughts. He looked up to where the blond was pointing, and his heart skipped a beat.

The banners adorning the ceiling of the space sported a very familiar face.

“Isn’t that your hottie from last month, Bakugou?” the electric man practically giggled with amusement, “Over there, too! She’s at the red carpet!” Bakugou’s red eyes danced over to the succession of flashing lights on the far side of the room. Somehow, even with the herd of photographers clumped behind the red rope, he could still make out your gleaming form. It was as if you radiated light, blinding him to anyone else between you and him.

What the fuck? Where did those thoughts come from?

With a click of his tongue the blond instantly spat these feelings out of his head.

“Huh!” Kirishima tilted his head and gave a short, amazed laugh as well, “Look at that-- it totally is!”

Sero decided to chime in as well, completing the unholy trinity of pains on Bakugou’s ass, “Of course she’s a model. Dude, how did you trick that poor girl into your bed?” It took every ounce of willpower that the ash blond could muster not to blow ‘Elbow’s’ face off right then and there as he ground his teeth together.

Kirishima bravely leaned over to the seething man, “You should go say something to her.”

“Why the hell would I do that!?”

“Because if you don’t, I will,” Kaminari straightened his tie like he was grooming himself to approach you. Fucking as if!

“Like she’d be interested in your dumb ass!” Bakugou loudly snapped.

“That sounds pretty possessive Baku-bro,” Sero hardly ever called him this unless he wanted to get under the time-bomb of a man’s skin, “Almost like you have feelings~,” him and Kaminari began snickering to themselves as Bakugou neared the maximum capacity of his internal ‘pissed off-o-meter.’

The two men laid off of him a bit—knowing very well by this point what buttons to push and when to stop pushing them when it came to their feral friend.

“Looks like you’re missing your chance,” Kirishima spoke up—nodding his head to your fleeing figure. “I think she’s leaving.” Bakugou looked up to see your desperate form dash for the coat racks in the corner of the room.

As you made your way to the coat racks, you were completely oblivious to the lingering eyes that followed you—only focused on the furious ones that approached you and the rising, gurgling feeling in your stomach.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” your pissed off boss halted you right by the coat rack—Kimi, trailing not to behind you, was halted as well, “The event has hardly even started!”

“I don’t…” the bubbling in your stomach shot up your throat and was hardly caught in time as you slightly gagged, “I don’t feel too good, Ainu…”

She could only groan into her palm as she threw her head up toward the ceiling, “I told your ass not to—Ughhhh! Can’t you go one night without getting utterly shitfaced, Y/N!?”

Kimi reluctantly spoke up, “She hardly drank tonight. I think she really is sick,” her voice was very soft in the air as she defended you, and you realized that this is the first time you’d ever heard her talk to your boss directly.

Ainu’s eyes seemed to dance across yours and Kimi’s for a few beats—probably to gauge whether there was truth to Kimi’s words-- before she finally made up her mind, “Fine. Go on,”’ she tilted her head toward the direction of the exit with an irritated wave of her hand, “Take her home.”

“No,” you moved past Ainu toward the coat rack, “I think I can make it on my own,” you argued before shimming your fur on. After a mini dispute, your friend reluctantly agreed to let you make your way home alone.

Bakugou watched on as you gave the women that were with you tiny half-assed hugs before making your way toward the room’s exit—towards him. For the first time in practically forever, the man felt his heart drop down into his toes.

The four roommates all paused as you approached them. You were for sure going to see Bakugou and say something to him, right?

Wrong.

All three friends noticeably winced as you nonchalantly brushed pasted the four of him, not even sparing a passing glance at their shocked, blond comrade. “Oof. That’s gotta hurt,” Kaminari grimaced.

Sero’s lips stretched into an uncomfortable frown, “I don’t even think she recognized you, man.”

Kirishima could only remain silent as he watched a flurry of unfamiliar emotions flicker across his best friend’s face. Even if his buddy wasn’t clearly and uncharacteristically upset, he would still probably be at a loss of words from the secondhand embarrassment that was flooding into his cheeks.

“SHUT UP!” Bakugou snapped, pulling his face back into his trademark scowl, “What the hell do I care? I already slept with her. What else is there to do?” I don’t fucking care, I don’t fucking care. The man chanted to himself as he shoved his body into the crowd—anything to get away from those shitty dumbasses.

Sero gave a low whistle, “Wounded words, from a wounded man.”

When you made it back home that night, you spent the better part of the evening with your head glued to the toilet, and you really fucking didn’t understand why.

Two glasses were practically a baby bottle to you at this point. There is no way that you got sick off just that. So… food poisoning then? You fought a laugh at the amusing thought. You have to actually eat for that to happen.

Shit. And you were cramping like a mother fucker.

You instinctively opened you phone brushing past the ‘Are you okay?’ text from Kimi to make your way to your period tracker app. Maybe it was almost ‘that time of the month.’

A lot of girls that you knew had lost their periods from the severe “weight training” that they endured, but you had actually been regular with yours despite your everyday living.

The app opened—revealing a visually loud, bouncing notification that prompted a different breed of nausea to spin within your gut.

You were about two weeks late.

[ghoulciifer]

Hey! May I request headcanons for Hawks, Shinsou and Dabi, where their s/o is attacked by a villain, please? Thank you ✨

hc: hawks, shinsou, and dabi when their s/o is attacked by a villain

cw: mentions of violence, swearing

notes: i’m sorry this took so long for me to get out :, ( but i hope you still like it!! i need more bnha content on this blog so ty for contributing ily

— i think hawks will for sure go into full panic mode.

— granted they’re all going to be racing to help you, but i imagine being hawks’ s/o means you happened to be the one person he let into every part of his life willingly.

— so when you’re attacked/injured, he will be so terrified and will immediately jump to the worst possible outcome

— he found you somewhere in the middle of what looked like a war zone; trashed pavement, debris from a fallen building everywhere, thick smoke rising in the air, and in the middle of it all was your battered body being held by some villain’s nasty claws

— without a second to spare hawks was sure to snatch you up and pummel the asshole into the ground, both of you unsure whether that cracking sound was from the broken concrete below or the villain’s face buried in it

— he’d fly you out of harm’s way to a place he was certain no one would find either of you, because at this point he didn’t even trust himself - how could he when he let you get hurt?

— hawks would be trembling the whole time he checked your injuries and inspected your body from head to toe for more, completely ignoring the way you tell him you’re fine or you “almost had him”

— he’d try so hard to mask his concern with his usually witty remarks but, seeing you so beaten and bruised made his heart constrict and he couldn’t help but eat himself up with the guilt.

— holding you close to him, both arms firmly cradling you with a gloved hand stroking your hair, hawks would coo about how strong you were and how sorry we was for not getting there sooner. any objections from you would be shut down with an affirming kiss

— “Y/N, I-... I should have been faster, maybe if I’d have just gotten there sooner. I’m so sorry, Dove”

— will want to be with you almost 24/7 after that. not to the point where it’d be suffocating, but will want to keep tabs on you much more than before. but why complain when that meant more attention from the no. 2 hero himself?

— dabi i could also see panicking, for sure. it’d take a really special someone to make him refer to them as his s/o, so seeing them being hurt is very emotionally jarring for him

— he seems like an asshole bc he is but if he’s willing to put labels on anything it means he’s letting you in where no one else has been before.

— going off this idea: i’d imagine the second he sees a hero landing a hit on you, he immediately starts seeing red and he’s determined to burn them to a crisp before removing you from the situation entirely

— surprisingly, he doesn’t try to mask his worry like hawks, he completely bares his concern to you

— even if you’re around the rest of the league; he’s gonna hold and talk to you as if you two are the only people there

— he doesn’t give a shit about himself or his reputation, all he wants is to make sure you’re safe. you’re quite literally his lifeline and he wouldn’t dream of being without you.

— “I’m so fucking sorry Y/N, please be okay”

— “Can’t believe that disgusting fucker even laid a hand on you, I should have been closer”

— will eventually calm down once he knows you’re okay or after you’ve received the care you need, then turn back into his normal laid back demeanor. only thing that changes is he’ll make an effort to check in on you more than he did before

— and the next hero that lays a finger on you? might as well be painting a big red target on their backs, because only someone with a death wish would dare hurt you in front of Dabi.

— believe it or not shinsou’s reaction is actually an even mix between dabi and hawks

— on one hand he’s going to go into panic mode and immediately blames himself for you getting hurt, and on the other he’s going to try and seem like he’s calm and collected for your sake when he’s actually dying inside

— granted by the time he’s a pro he’s definitely built himself a lot of confidence but, such as both dabi and hawks, you’re pretty special if you’re a part of shinsou’s life

— he’ll leave no room for thought when he sees you getting beat by a villain and is immediately wrapping his capture weapon around them to knock them out (takes a lot of self control to not just kill the fucker, tho)

— he’s on his knees trying to make sure you’re okay as soon as the villain’s handled. his whole body’s trembling and he’s beating himself up but he wants you to know that he’s got you now

— “It’s okay, Y/N, I’m here now... you’re so fucking strong, look at you.”

— no shame in keeping tabs on you after, will be shockingly doting on you and do everything in his power to let you know it will never happen again.

— and god forbit it ever does - because he might not be able to hold himself back, next time.

[christineeej94]

Singing for you❤

a/n: another request, another day in quarantine 😂😂. Also my exams will start in a few weeks, but who cares😂. I don’t know but today I had a fucking good mood. Thank you guys for your support, I appreciate very much. I hope you gonna love it. Stay safe and I don’t know, be cool 😂. Kisses🌻

Anonymous said:

hi I love your writing & I wanted to request an Aron Piper imagine where he’s filming a music video for his song ‘Sigo’ & he casts his best friend as the love interest since he wrote the song about her but she doesn’t know & at the end they end up together (however you’d like them to end up together is great!) I literally listen to his song everyday bc it’s so good 😩

Warnings: fluff I think and bad language. 

Word count: 1.798

Arón Piper x Reader

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Flashback

I was in 6th grade when I first met my best friend. I was staying alone on a bench in the school yard, eating my lunch. Any of my colleague didn’t want to spend time with me because I was different than other girls. It was a difficult time for me, but in that time lunch in the school’s yard, everything changed. I was hit in a face, with a ball, by a boy who bullied me all time in school. Then, a curly boy with a cute face hit that guy somewhere when the sunshine never rose (You got the point). “Run, (Y/N).” he caught my hand in his and we start to run together because a group of boys were running after us. 

 “You are okay?” He said and I figured out who it was. It’s Arón from the 8th grade. I nodded and he touched gentle my face. “You are going to have a bruise on your nose. Here, take this.” He handled me a patch with flowers on it. I smiled and then we turned back at school. “Thank you” I mumbled and he smiled. “No problem, we can met after school and go together home.” “Sure” I smiled softly and I waved my hand to him while I’m going to my class.

 End of Flashback

 From that day, me and Arón are best friends. We changed a lot in those years. He became a famous actor and artist, he is having every girl at his feet. Arón is looking different now, his body is more muscular and he is taller. He is still very beautiful but more masculine and I see why when I going somewhere with him every woman or girl is looking at me hateful, because they want to be with him. His is breaking a lot of hearts, including mine.

 Me, I started my fashion career when I was in my last grade in high school. I moved to Madrid a year ago and now I can be closer to Arón. He just released his first song ‘SIGO’ and I’m so happy for him. I couldn’t be at the released party because I was gone in Paris, Milan and New York for the Fashion Weeks but now I’m back.

 I’m going to surprise him at the casting where he needs to find a girl for the video. When I arrived at the hotel where it takes place the casting I asked at the reception where is the meeting room. After I took the elevator to the exact floor and when I entered in waiting room, I put my sunglasses on. I text a message to a friend of his telling him that I’m here. He texted me back and informed me that I can enter after the girl who’s inside. I’m so nervous and excited in the same time. I missed him so much and I barely seen him on FaceTime while I was gone. The girl gets out and I go in. Some chairs, a table where he is staying with two of his friends and some other people I don’t know. He doesn’t notice because he is looking into his phone. Arón always is staying on his phone when he is bored. “Sorry, mister I don’t care about the person in front of, I’m here.” I said and his friends laugh so hard. He got his look on me and froze.

 “(Y/N)? You are home?” he run towards me and lift me in his strong arms. I giggle and my heart is melting when he lets me down and kisses my forehead. “I missed you so much, chica. I thought that you aren’t coming home soon.” He smiled and I pinch his arm. “Surprise and I don’t like your hair.” He laughs and we go outside. Arón light up a cigarette and get out the smoke. He is so sexy when he’s smoking. “It was for ‘Élite’ and you know that I love my hair.” He winked. “Tell me how it was. You bring me something?” I pinch him again and he imitates a painful face. “I think that I have something, a Balenciaga hoodie, an Off-White jacket or maybe a LV belt.” I smiled and he got so excited when I said this. He hugged me again and for a second I thought he is going to kiss me. But he let me down quickly and he continue to smoke.

“I’m happy that you are back, I’m really thankful that you are back.” He grins and I didn’t say anything because my mind is somewhere else. “Do you want to be in my video? I think you are perfect for the role of the girl.” He said and I froze. ”Are you insinuating that I’m your type?” I smirked and he laughed. “Of course.” He winked and throw away what’s left from the second cigarette. “Do you accept?” “Give me time, chico, I just got back and you ask me this. I wasn’t ready.”

We go back inside and I let him to finish his casting. “I will be tonight at your apartment.” He yelled before I got out of the meeting room. I showed him my middle finger, habit which I took it from him, and he laughs hard. “¡Joder! If you didn’t tell that she is your best friend I would have believed she is your girlfriend.” I heard a man saying when I closed the door.

  At 6 p.m. I had a shower and now I like to stay in my robe watching the sunset from my balcony. I couldn’t take off the imagine of Arón face all day and I’m thinking all the time about his existence in my life. He helped me so much, he was there at my first shoot and when he was at the casting for ‘Élite’ I jumped in the first train to Madrid and I was there to support him. He throwed up all morning and I still laughing about that.

“You look very sexy in this robe.” I jump scared from my lounge chair. The curly head boy is laughing so hard. “Fuck, Arón, why don´t you called?” “I wanted to make you a surprise, so here I’m. And you forget that I have a backup key.” I really forget. I pointed the chair next to mine and he sits. “Bad habits never die.” He speaks about my pleasure to stay outside in a robe and watch the sunset. Actually, it’s freezing right now and I’m feeling my feet very cold. “You think about my suggestion? It’s okay if you don’t want, but I like you to be in my music video.” He smokes slow a cigarette and get out the smoke. “I can do this for you, you are my best friend. I will do everything for you, cabrón.” I entered back in apartment and I take out a bottle of limoncello which is lemon liqueur. “I bought this from Rome when I was there to meet someone and we go together to Milan. It’s for you.” He smiled and kisses my cheek. “Te quiero, chica” “Te quiero.” I replied and we hugged. I’m hurting myself right now but for a moment I let everything to flow by itself.

 It was 2 days from that night and now I’m on set. A girl done my hair in some wavy curls and I’m dressed up in some black jeans and a lace bra. We filmed the heaviest part and that’s the part when we should kiss. When I found out I freaked out. I locked myself in the bathroom and thinking to run away. I got back after 15 minutes and everybody was staring at me. “We can’t do this if you want.” Arón rubbed my back to relax me but I’m so stressed. “It’s alright, it’s just a kiss.”

And now I’m in front of the scene. A room with obscure red light and fluffy black couch where my best friend sings his song.

“Todo ese money, ahora es clean, clean money

Ahora solo me hace "ring ring" el phone

She's on my dick, eh

Ahora contamos los E's de to's los colores

Me baila tu ex (Ex), champán y flores”

A boy pushed me from behind to get there. I sit in his lap and putting my hands around his neck, but…

“I can’t…” I going back to bathroom leaving the entire team alone. I’m such a coward. “(Y/N), open the door and let me in.” I heard his softly voice behind the door. I open it and he locked it. I was looking in his beautiful eyes and I can say that I’m in love with him. I scared because after I kissed him, I’m going to fall deeper and deeper and when he is going to refuse me, I’m going to collapse. “Why you run away like that?” “I’m scared.” I respond and Arón puts his hands round my waist. “I write the song for you. I keep looking for you and I want to tell you that I love you.” I froze then my cheeks got very red. “I don’t know what to say, because I love you too and I don’t want to lose you.” I said sad and he smirks. “You don’t lose anything. Now I can kiss you because I was waiting for this day for a long time.” I got on my tip toe and pressed my lips against his. First, he is in shock, then he lifts me in his arm and hold my body tight to his body. “We should go back in there, they will think that we do something else.” I said blushing. “We can do this later.” He smirks and kisses my nose. “I love you, boo. Let’s go and let’s show them what are you made of. My bad ass girlfriend.” He slaps lightly my butt and I turn around and pinch his arm. “Very bad ass.” He comments again and I rolled my eyes.

After we filmed the video, which is going to be release in 2 weeks and I’m so excited. He got me to his home and we stay on the couch in each other arms. “I still can’t believe you wrote this song for me. You are an old fashion boy.” I mumbled and he kissed my hair. He’s perfume give me so much dizziness and I’m feeling like I’m staying on a cloud. “You are telling me that I’m old? Because I’m not ready to be your daddy.” I hit him lightly. “Oh, shut up, you know what I wanted to say.” I continue. “But why don’t you tell me earlier?” he giggled softly. “I guess we are both scared of losing someone we love.” 

[kweebtrash]

Want It With You (M)

Pairing: Johnny x OC

Genre: Harry Potter AU, Friends to Lovers AU, Smut, Fluff

Summary: Johnny is a sweet and caring Hufflepuff Prefect that has a way with animals and wants to be a Magizoologist. Alomena is a Slytherin who would rather spend her time in the library and in the greenhouses taking care of plants and helping them grow. They were an unlikely pair that everyone thought was strange but they were brought together by their half muggle blood. A secret room in the upper levels of the castle gives them privacy to hang out and forget about the stresses of school life. But after Alomena has a rather...interesting dream about Johnny she realizes that maybe they're more than just friends.

Warnings: brief talks about death

Features: Sweet/soft sex, shy and awkward moments, oral, fingering, riding, a bit of nipple play, a lot of caressing and kissing,

Word Count: 8.6k

A/N: This was for a smut prompt request (please dont request more at this time). the following prompts were requested.  53. we’re not just friends and you fucking know it, 55. what? does that feel good?, 57. if we get caught i’m blaming you.” 58. we have to be quiet,  59. tell me again, 60, you have no idea how much i want you, 61. say it. 62. if you dont like my teasing then why are you moaning, 67. i really want to kiss you right now. 82. friends dont do this kind of shit!

A/N pt 2: WE GON PRETEND HOGWARTS A COLLEGE BC I DONT DO THAT H.S. AU SHIT. Johnny and Alomena are both 21+ and also this time line is in present day rather than the late 80′s/90s of the original story. Alomena is a Herbology major, Johnny is in Care for Magical Creatures. Also i feel like this sucks??

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I was holed up in the library as usual, studying my life away. I didn't mind it all too much. Learning new things was my favorite past time and I loved to expand my mind and drink in information. I also particularly devoted to reading about plants; their uses, their poisons, and what potions they could make. It came with being a herbology major after all. I scribbled my quill pen against the piece of parchment that I had jotted several paragraphs worth of notes onto. It was at times like these that I wished I could go back home and be reunited with my laptop. The wizarding world thought so little of muggle technological advances but typing on a keyboard was way less annoying and definitely faster than having to dip a pen in ink every three seconds. I did miss the muggle world; it was hard being half muggle, half wizard. From the judgment, to the prejudice, to the feeling like I was in the stone age, it made me homesick more often than not. I typically tried not to get too much into my feelings about missing home but some days were harder than others. I flipped the page of the thick text book I was reading and sighed deeply, getting ready for another chapter. Just then I felt fingers jab at my sides making me sit up straight.

"Gotcha!" 

I looked up at the tall figure hovering behind my chair and rolled my eyes. "Johnny, be quiet! This is a library." Johnny was my best friend, you could say. He, too, was half muggle, half wizard and we had somehow bonded together during our first few years at Hogwarts. He had been a complete failure at herbology and took it upon himself to greet me so loudly and passionately that it scared my introverted being to the core. He then begged and pleaded, almost groveling on his knees, for me to help him pass the class. I found him utterly annoying and I knew right off the bat that he was a damn Hufflepuff. They were my second least favorite house, Gryffindor being the first. Some would say that was very stereotypical of a Slytherin but I wasn't one to frolic with energetic people. Johnny however was the exception and I had developed the biggest soft spot for him.

"Aw c'mon, weren't you at least a little scared?" He pulled out the chair beside me and plopped down, giving me a big cheesy grin.

"You know nothing trivial like that scares me so I don't know why you even try. Aren't you supposed to be off doing prefect things with the children?" I glanced down at the badge that gave him more responsibilities than most students here. Usually, he had to tend to the younger students that were just joining Hogwarts and be their mentor. He had a certain following and they seemed to enjoy his presence, taking to his bright personality quickly. The female students most certainly took to him too. He was the talk of the halls and it didn't matter what house they were in, every girl found Johnny to be utterly charming. I admitted to myself a long time ago that I did find him attractive and that his awkward laugh made me crack a smile every so often. I enjoyed his height and the comforting hugs he gave that warmed my body perfectly. And I especially enjoyed the time we spent in our secret room.

Our secret room was a small closet tucked away in a hallways on a floor that seemed deserted. The level was closer to the roof of the castle and barely a soul traveled through. We had no idea what it the room was for or why it was there. There hadn’t been any protection or disguise spells when we had first encountered it and it wasn’t an entrance to a secret passageway. It was just...there. There was a lone window that gave view to the quidditch practice field. I took no interest in watching the players but Johnny did every once in awhile. His other best friend, Jaehyun, was captain of Gryffindor’s house team and Johnny was his number one supporter. Other than watching Jaehyun practice, Johnny and I spent many nights curled up in the blanket fort we had created, projecting movies from our cell phones which we cherished so much. That was also a secret of ours, never revealed to the other students that were forced to live in the past. Those nights made me feel a little less homesick and like I wasn't alone.

"Nah, not until later on during patrols. I'm free right now and if you're not too busy shoving your nose in some musty old books we could," He lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper. "Sneak away."

I perked up a bit at the idea. "How are we going to get up there without anyone noticing? Usually we go at night."

"We've gone a few times during the day, it's not that hard. Take a break and come with me."

He was a pro at convincing me to do things with him. I closed the textbook and used my wand to return it to its proper home. I gathered up my writing supplies and looked around, taking caution to monitor that no one would catch onto our plan. "Let me put this in my room and I will meet you up there, ok?"

He kissed my cheek and got up from the chair. "Awesome! I'll see you there." He left the library, only tripping slightly on nothing but air in his usual clumsy fashion. I made my way to the Slytherin door, saying my password to the painting and sliding through. I had to face my biggest enemy-the common room- just to get to my bed which was the furthest away in the girls dorm area. I always had to dodge around students that were hanging out to avoid socializing at all costs. I was deemed as an outcast, even in my own house. It never felt that I was quite welcomed so i busied myself in the library and the greenhouses. Plants made me the most happy. They didn't (usually) talk back to you, though they were great listeners. Taking to plants also put a scarlet letter on my back as the “house crazy” but that didn’t matter. Communicating with plants was important to me, another form of escapism and a way of honing my craft.

I dumped my supplies off and exited the space with some curious stares coming my way but I was mostly ignored. Bit by sneaky bit, I traversed to the secret room, looking over my shoulder in constant fear of getting caught. I managed to get there unnoticed and shuffled my way through the door, shutting it gently behind me. “I’m here.” I said, sighing a breath of relief. Johnny was already laying down in our blanket fort, robe and sweater vest tossed aside with his sleeves rolled to his elbows. He was reclined against the pillows with his hands behind his head as he smiled at me. “Come here, we have some episodes to catch up on.” He patted the space beside him and i sunk down onto the pile of blankets, smoothing out my skirt as i laid down. He removed his cell phone from his pocket and loaded up our favorite tv app. He used his wand to help project the show in front of us, giving us a better view. I settled against him, resting my head on his shoulder and holding onto his wrist. Occasionally, we held hands but lately that simple motion was making my heart palpitate and my stomach quiver with anxiety. I settled for his wrist as it helped me feel a bit more secure with my emotions. Hours passed so calmly that I somehow managed to fall asleep during our fourth or fifth episode. 

The dream I had was so vivid that it was frightening. Johnny had been on top of me, naked and looking into my eyes with a sweet smile on his face. He was thrusting into me, slowly and gently, cooing sweet words into my ear and running his hands all over my body. I held onto his strong arms, gasping and moaning every time a jolt of pleasure wracked through me. He was stunning and glowing in the candle lit area of our room. His lips morphed into his own moans that were like baritone notes in a symphony of pleasure. He was perfect in every way and I hated it. This wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to dream about my best friend like this. It was improper and way past weird. But my mind continued, ignoring my rational will to halt the lust filled thoughts. His lips were on me then, full, warm, with a feeling akin to the happiest memory I had. He was so full of love which only added onto me fear. My heart skipped beats and drove me to never want to leave from my place beneath him. I wanted to stay in my dream forever.

“Mena!” I heard my nickname in the midst of my dream and snapped up, gasping deeply. The room had darkened as it was now nighttime but Johnny had apparated a few candles to illuminate the space. I saw his face, half casted in shadows of the flames as he looked at me with concern. “You were making kind of weird noises in your sleep. Are you okay? Was it a nightmare?”

My whole face flushed and I couldn't bear to face him. I panicked and quickly scrambled to my feet. “I-I have to go. I-I’m sorry, Johnny!” I grabbed onto the door handle and ran as fast as I could, not even daring to look back at him. I heard him calling out to me but I didn’t stop until i made it back to my dorm. I threw myself onto my bed and stared up at the draped canopy as i tried to get my heart to stop racing. What the hell was that? How could i think about Johnny in that way? I had never thought of anyone like that before. It was completely out of left field. I covered my face that felt like it was burning, wanting to scream my lungs out. What was I going to do now? Had I been moaning in my sleep? Did he suspect anything? My mind was a jumbled mess and i figured a hot shower and some rest would solve it. I closed the canopy curtains so i could undress and felt the recognizable feeling of wetness on my panties. Oh come on! I ripped off my underwear, almost falling onto my face in the process, and slammed them onto my bed. This was not going to happen. Not now and not ever. I pulled on my robe along with my slippers then grabbed my shower caddy. I was determined to wash away this embarrassing dream from my mind completely.

Except I couldn’t. With the emptiness of the bathrooms and the cover of the water pouring onto the tiled floor, I dug my fingers into myself, panting as i tried to recreate how full and thick Dream Johnny felt inside me. Not only did I have a wet dream about my best friend but now I was touching myself to thoughts of him too. What was I thinking? Well, right now, I was thinking of getting off as fast as I could and furiously rubbing my clit to get me there before anyone caught me. I remembered the peaceful face he made while he was inside me, gently biting his lip with eyes closed, eyelashes dusting the tops of his cheeks, and the sounds he made. It had been right in our blanket fort, making it so much more special. It was intimate and everything I had ever wanted to experience. It felt like it made up for the few encounters I had with other men that left me unsatisfied and unimpressed. But Johnny was different. He cared about me and per my dream, I knew he was devoted to making me feel good. I know I would want to pleasure him as much as possible too. Anything to hear his deep groans in reality.

When I came I had to brace myself against the shower wall to try and stay propped up on my shaky legs. My head was now under the stream of water, dousing my curls and making them cling to my face. It snapped me out of my lustful vision and made me realize that I needed to get it together. I held my dirty fingers under the water, washing away the cum and telling myself that this was just a one time incident. No more, no less.

--

It was difficult but I hadn’t seen Johnny for a few days, mostly because I was still too embarrassed to face him but also because he was suddenly getting more busy with his responsibilities. I missed him dearly but I felt like I had no idea how to approach him anymore without visualizing him naked and on top of me. I spent my time doing what i did best-avoiding people in the greenhouse. I was  wrist deep in dragon dung as I worked to repot some Venomous Tentacula. I was all alone in the greenhouse, just the way i liked it. I was free to hum a tune I created in my head while I looked over the plant, making sure it liked it's new home. "Hopefully you'll grow a little bit better here. You hated that terribly dry spot in the corner, didn't you? I know, sweetie." Even the most fussy and volatile plant could calm down under my voice.

"Talking to plants again, huh Ms. Crowley?"

I looked in the direction of the voice and saw Johnny walking towards me with his hands behind his back. I stood up straight as my heartbeat quickened. I wasn't expecting him to show up but it was a habit of his to come unannounced.

"U-um what do you want?"

"To give you my peace offering." He held out a small packet of fluxweed seeds. "It's not special but I know you love making healing potions."

I set my dragon hide gloves down on the table and removed my apron. I took the seed packet and looked up at him. "What do you mean by peace offering?"

"Well the last time we were together I figured I did something wrong with the way you ran out so fast. You haven't talked to me since soooo...here I am."

"Oh….nothing was your fault." I suddenly felt like an idiot for making him think I was mad at him. I just needed time and space to get my head on straight but one look into his honey colored eyes and i was instantly transported back into juvenile thoughts of romanticism. "I'm not mad, I promise."

"Sweet! I was seriously worried for a second. But now that that’s over with, can I interest you in a date?"

"W-what?!" I dropped the seeds instantly and fumbled to catch them. Johnny managed to get them when I failed and chuckled.

"I meant do you want to hang out? I’ve missed you so much.”

I tucked a few curls behind my ear and stared down at my dirt covered uniform shoes. “U-um...that sounds good. D-Do you want to meet in our room?”

“Actually, i was thinking we could be a little bit more adventurous.” He said with a mischievous smirk.

“Oh? What do you mean?”

“The Forbidden Forest.”

That certainly peaked my interest. I was a fan of the flora while Johnny was a fan of the fauna. Being a future Magizoologist, he was always eager to discover what creatures hid within the forest and which ones he could make friends with. He thought all creatures were cute no matter what they looked like and he had the ability to tame the wildest beasts in a heartbeat. We were similar in that fact. Passionate and with a certain knack for handling what most people wanted to stay away from. Though of course the forest was obviously forbidden sneaking in was all part of the fun. I smiled and nodded in agreement. “Let’s do it.”

“Ok, meet me there when the moon’s the fullest. I’ll leave you some signals so you’ll know where I’m at.” He kissed my forehead and gave my arm a little squeeze. “I’ll catch you later, ok? I told Jaehyun I would watch him practice today.”

“Did you mean get annoyed at the crowd of girls that scream every time he pushes back his hair?” Or squeal when you sit in the stands? I thought bitterly.

He chuckled. “Yeah. it’s not my favorite thing to do but he’s my friend and he needs me.”

“Have fun dealing with your bleeding eardrums. I’ll see you later.”

He gave me another one of his signature smiles and zipped out of the greenhouse, leaving me to clutch the little packet of seeds to my chest. It was just hanging out, like we always did. Nothing special. I just had to keep telling myself that. I set the seeds on the desk, sighing deeply as I slipped my gloves back on. Getting back to work was the best way to keep my mind occupied and away from all thoughts surrounding Johnny.

After a few hours in the greenhouse, i went back to the dorm to shower so I didn’t smell like soil and poisonous flowers. As i finished dressing in a warm green sweater and black leggings, i stared out the dorm window. The moon was hiding behind a few sparse clouds but it was full and heavy, beaming a perfect cast of light over the castle grounds. I bit my lip wondering if it was the right time to leave. It was driving me crazy just waiting. I got up and tucked my wand in the band of my leggings and crept through to dorm, trying to make as little noise as possible. With how much I crept around I might have as well been a burglar or a spy. I knew the paintings would try and rat me out and possibly the castle ghosts as well so I tried to take the path with the least possible amount of snitches.

Once I hit the castle grounds I decided to play it a bit safer and use a Disillusionment Charm to blend into my surroundings. It was way past curfew and I couldn't risk any repercussions for leaving the dorm, especially to go to the Forbidden Forest. My eyes caught sight of a tiny Bowtruckle that beckoned me to follow it. It must have been Johnny's "sign". I kept a few steps behind it, afraid that I might crush it. It finally lead me to a small clearing where I saw Johnny petting a giant Thestral. I fell back, shocked that such a creature would be within the forest and also because...I could see it-Johnny could see it. Thestrals only revealed themselves to people who had faced death and accepted it. It hurt my heart to realize he had gone through pain and anguish but he seemed so comfortable with the extremely rare creature, even placing a kiss on its skeletal nose.

I use Revealio to uncast my Disillusionment Charm and slowly got to my feet. If Thestrals didn't find a person worthy or a non threat they would attack in an instant and I certainly did not want to die today. "Johnny!" I whispered harshly. The Bowtruckle ran to him and tugged on his robes before crawling up to his shoulder. He turned towards me a gave me a warm smile. 

"Come here." He beckoned. "She won't hurt you."

"How do you know that for sure?! Thestrals are-"

"Loyal, kind, and are very helpful. She trusts me and I trust her. Just like you speak to plants, I speak to creatures and she definitely understands that you're no threat. So come over here " He extended his large hand out to me and I tiptoed towards him, avoiding eye contact with the bat winged creature. Johnny took my hand and gently set it on the bridge of the Thestral’s nose. "There you go. See? She's not so bad."

He was right. In fact the creature seemed to enjoy the attention and bucked its nose towards me, brushing against my cheek. I chuckled nervously and continued to pet her, flinching when she outstretched her wings. They were way bigger than I anticipated and still intimidating. Johnny held onto my waist when i took a step back and swallowed hard. “Do you want to go for a ride?”

“What? Like...on her?! I thought it was illegal to ride them? We’ll get in trouble with the ministry!”

“Don’t be such a goody two shoes! Besides, we can’t fly but we can ride it like a normal horse, that way we don’t get caught. Here, I’ll help you up.” Johnny grabbed a hold of me as if I was a mere toddler and he was unaffected by my weight. He set me on the back of the Thestral before getting on himself and grabbing onto the mane. She started trotting slowly and i could feel every movement of bone beneath me which was a strange sensation. I gripped onto Johnny tightly, burying my face in his back. I didn’t want to seem like a scaredy cat but I also couldnt help it. “So...what happened?” He asked as he steered us through the winding trees.

“What do you mean?”

“You can see the Thestral which means...you know. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but i thought I’d ask…”

“Oh…” I realized he was talking about me seeing death first hand and thus removing the creatures invisibility. “It was my sister. She was hit by a drunk driver and at first I was scared of seeing her body at the funeral. It was hard to accept that she was gone. I was only 6 and barely understood death back then. Everyone in my family kept telling me she was asleep but I knew she wasn’t just asleep. Eventually as I grew older, I found out more about the circumstances of her death. I was mad at my family for lying to me. I started visiting her grave soon after and I talked to her every time. It seemed like the flowers and grass around her grave began to grow when i spoke. That’s when I kind of knew I wanted to be in Herbology when I got here.”

He nodded solemnly and sighed. “I understand completely. I lost my mom when I was about 12. I delayed my studies here because I didn’t want to leave the muggle world. I felt like I would be letting go of the memories I had with her if I did. But I knew she would want me to experience this side of myself. That’s when I eventually asked if I could be accepted as a student.”

“I would have never imagined you had gone through something like that. You’re always so cheerful and happy. Everyone loves you.” I said softly.

He scoffed. “Yeah, well...it’s not always easy to pretend, but I do. I mean, don’t get me wrong, there are times when I’m genuinely happy and enjoying my life but there are also time where I dont want to be here and would rather be home. That’s when I hang out with you because you understand how i feel. I really enjoy when we’re together...like a lot.”

I squeezed myself to him tighter and was grateful that he couldnt see my blushing cheeks. My brain was swirling with a culmination of thoughts and feelings. I had finally come to accept the fact that my feelings were past that of friendship. I was starting to fall in love with him after seeing him in a new light. But i knew I was just a companion to him. He saw me as a place of comfort, not as a lover. I had to accept that sooner rather than later. After all, I really didn’t want to ruin our friendship with awkward revelations and confessions. We had a moment of silence between us and I could only hear the echoing of the plants and nightly creatures that surrounded us. We were getting further away from the moonlight too and the forest was becoming increasingly darker.

“I’m going to turn back now. I have to do another round of patrolling soon anyway.” He said.

“Ah, ok. I understand. I actually liked this. Even if I thought she was going to kill me."

"Nah, never. They're gentle and even though I can see and talk to her, they train all the Thestrals here so I'm not actually that special."

"Of course you are, Johnny. You have a way with her that no one else does. You're incredibly special." I straightened my spine so I could rest my chin on his shoulder and kiss his cheek but I missed as he turned his head in the opposite direction to guide the Thestral. Instead, my lips pressed against the warmth of his neck, making all three of us jump up. The Thestral squaked and reared herself up almost throwing Johnny and I off.

"Whoa girl! Calm down! I'm sorry I pulled your mane! It was an accident!" He pet her wings that were now extended and flapping, whipping up dangerous winds before lowering himself to rub her neck. "Ssshhhhh, I've got you. It's ok."

I held onto Johnny tighter so I wouldn't fall off and soon enough she settled down until all four hooves were on the ground. "I-im sorry. I-i didn't mean to um…"

He said nothing, only clicked his tongue as a signal to get her to turn in directions he wanted. I was astronomically embarrassed and had no idea what to say. I joined him in silence again until we reached the entrance of the forest. He helped me down and we said goodbye to the Thestral. I actually hoped I could see her again. "Do you need to be walked back to the castle or will you make it there by yourself?" He glanced down at his watch and shut off the beeping alarm that had begun to sound. He was going to be late for patrol.

"No, no. Don't worry. I'll be fine. Besides the night is nice. I wouldn't mind the sneaky stroll back." I laughed.

"Ok, cool. Thanks Mena! I'll see you around!" Without another word he apparated himself to get into the castle as he would have far less repercussions than I would have if I showed up in my dorm instantly. There wasn’t another word of the kiss incident so I figured we both put it behind us...hopefully. When I finally made it to my room safely I set my wand on my bedside table, closed my canopy, and discarded my clothes for my pajamas. Staring up at the canopied ceiling I couldn't help the gushing smile on my lips. If I thought about it, the whole thing with Johnny was a little romantic. Basically an evening horse ride though a private forest with no one else around. Was it actually a date? He had said so before in the greenhouse but quickly changed it to "hang out".

No Alomena. Friends don't do this kind of shit! They don't think about each other in that way. We are strictly friends! However, tonight was the second night that I touched myself to thoughts of him.

--

We had somehow began to spend more time together, if that were even possible. Our secret room was frequented so much that we added more pillows, candles, and blankets to our sacred space. We even managed to transfer some muggle electronics into the room; a tv and old video game set up for optimal entertainment. Rainy days were spent with me reading a textbook and Johnny sleeping on my lap, my hand running through his hair. It was serene and utterly perfect but I was digging my own grave. The longer we spent time together the more I found myself have sweet dreams (and not so sweet dreams) about him. I dreamt of his lips on mine, my hand being overwhelmed by his, my head against his chest, hearing his awkward little laugh as the result of something I said. I had it way too bad.

I had been planning, for weeks now, on ways to tell him. So much so that I could barely concentrate on anything else. I was distracted in classes and even lost a house point or two for messing up during lessons (which was bullshit by the way). It was eating me alive and I would rather have my body turn frigid and soulless by a Death Eater at this point. There was a night where I couldn't sleep at all. I felt sick to my stomach and my chest burned. I kept playing flashes of possible rejection and destruction of our friendship in my mind. I was scared shitless but it had to be done. I was over feeling like this. I prayed that I wouldn't lose my best friend. I was getting ready to text Johnny to see if he could meet me at our room but he beat me to the punch which surprised me. We had the same idea. He most likely wanted to hang out, which made me even more nervous and sick. Nonetheless, I got up from bed and pulled on my comfy sweater over my pajama tank top and shorts and began my creep crawling to the upper levels.

When I arrived at the door of our room, things seemed way to quiet. “Johnny? Are you here?” I whispered against the door. Suddenly it opened and he pulled me inside, setting me against the back of it. His hands were above either side of my shoulders, pinning me between him and the heavy wood.

“We have to be quiet. If we get caught I’m blaming you.” He hissed.

“Get caught? Why would we get caught? What’s going on?” He was making me more anxious than I already was. I watched as his adam’s apple bobbed with a heavy swallow that was followed up by a sigh.

“Look, I have to tell you something. Something important and I dont know how you’re going to react.”

“You’re freaking me out. Please just tell me. I can’t really take it tonight. I’ve been feeling weird all day.”

“Me too.” He agreed. “I can’t...I can’t...God, I just...I really want to kiss you right now.”

I was stunned and couldn’t move. My entire body felt a heavy fire wash over me and my thought processing shut down. He...he had been feeling the same thing I was? I had been too nervous to tell him and too afraid of losing our friendship but here he was wanting to kiss me? “But J-Johnny...we’re friends and I don’t-”

“We’re not just fucking friends and you know it! I know you feel something for me too. It’s been happening for weeks now. Tell me you feel the same way, Alomena. Say it.”

I swallowed hard and avoided his eyes. “I don’t want it to ruin our friendship. What if something goes wrong? It’s whats been keeping me away from you all this time. I don’t want to lose what we have, Johnny. I dont want to ruin the good memories we’ve made. Besides, you’re more outgoing. You can have any girl you want.”

“Alomena, you have no idea how much I want you. You and only you. I feel the most comfortable with you. We have a connection and I know it’s scary to jump into a relationship but I don’t think our friendship would be ruined. I trust you…” He let his hands slip from above my shoulders to rest on my hips. He pressed his forehead against mine and breathed softly against my lips. “Tell me you want me too. Please.”

“I do, Johnny. I do.” I finally confessed. It felt like a car had been lifted off my chest and I could finally breathe again. I wasn’t scared anymore. In fact, I was so happy. Happier than I ever imagined I could be. My best friend was now the love of my life and wanted to be with me. I reached up to cup his face in my hands and closed my eyes. “Kiss me.” I whispered.

He didn’t hesitate. Not one second. The moment his lips were on mine, our bodies were crushed together against the door. He was overwhelming me in the best way, covering me with heat and desire. I moved my hands down to his chest smoothing over the school uniform he still wore. He had probably just finished his patrols right before he texted but I did find it a bit naughty that he was fulfilling the age old school fantasy in a way. I felt his tongue pry at my lips then, catching me off guard as to how much he filled my mouth. He became curious about my body and no longer kept his hands on the safety of my hips. He was diving beneath my sweater and tank top, his slightly calloused skin flush against me and closing in on my breasts. I pushed him away then, crossing my arms protectively over my chest as he took a step back. "Johnny!"

"O-oh...I thought maybe you would want to...i-im sorry. I wasn't thinking." He hung his head low and fussed with his hair nervously. 

"No, I'm sorry. I just...it was a lot at once."

"It's ok! It's ok! I don't mind waiting. I'm fine!"

I made my way over to the blanket pile and sat down, looking up at him. "Maybe we could go a bit slower?" 

His eyes widened and he nodded eagerly. "Yes. Yeah. Sure. Absolutely."

I giggled at his dorkiness and grabbed his hand, pulling him down beside me. "Do you think it's gonna be weird? Seeing each other naked for the first time?"

Johnny shook his head. "No. I've been dreaming about this." He quickly covered his mouth. "I mean not in a creepy way! I just- it so happened that-!" 

I pressed my finger to his lips. "I've dreamt about it too and maybe did some things I wasn't supposed to do."

"Like um…" His fingers danced across the smooth skin of my thigh before resting between them. "Here?"

I nodded and nibbled on my lip. "It's embarrassing to say now."

"No, please. Don't be embarrassed. I find it...incredibly sexy. I'm honored " He laughed.

I grabbed onto his tie gently and pulled him closer. "Have you done it to thoughts of me?"

"Oh totally. All the time. You are super hot in your uniform skirt."

"Johnny!!" I hit him playfully.

"Well it's true! I can't help it! I think your gorgeous. Is it okay if I see you now? You know without ...clothes."

Now it was my turn to duck my head. "You first." I said, hoping he would stall but he was way more confident than I was. His tie was cast aside then his button up and tank top underneath. My breath stayed trapped in my lungs when I saw him and I whipped around, trying to calm myself. I had no idea that he would have such a toned stomach and solid biceps like that. When the hell did he find time to work out?!

"Mena? Should I stop?" He asked, concerned.

No no no. Don't stop. Don't stop, please. But also if he looked like that up top what the hell did he look like down below? "U-uh, it's fine I just didn't think you would look like that is all."

"Look like what?"

“Like...all hot.” I cringed at my own awkwardness while Johnny just laughed and pushed me down gently. He propped himself up on his elbow and pushed my curls behind my ear.

“You can stop me at anytime you know that right? Even if I am really hot.”

I covered my face with both my hands and groaned. “Shut up!”

“Mena, you’re not a…”

“Oh god no. Just that, I haven’t really had any amazing experiences and it’s kind of lowered my expectations. No offense. Also it hasn’t happened in awhile…”

“Hmm,” He nodded. “Well then I just have to change that, don’t I?” He tucked his fingers under the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, watching me for any signs of hesitation. My breaths were a little heavier but i diverted my eyes to avoid focusing on the way he was being so cautious with me. He wasn’t bombarding me or trying to get this over in a moments time. It was as if he wanted to drink in every ounce of me. He pushed my sweater towards my shoulders, nodding at me to help take it off. I tossed it beside us and instantly wanted to pull the blankets over me. “I didn’t think you would be this shy, especially around me.”

“I-i’m...just a little nervous is all.”

“Do you think i’ll hurt you or something?” His lips were now trailing from my knee and up my inner thigh in teasing kisses. He parted my legs gently and let his hand caress the skin of the other.

“Not at all! I don’t want to mess up either and make it not great for you.”

He popped his head up for a moment. “Don’t worry about me. I want you to relax.” He tugged on my panties and i lifted my hips an inch so he could pull them away. And there I was, bare and in front of my best friend that I had dreamt about for weeks. Now that the moment had actually come I had seized up with nerves but I was glad he was setting the pace. Lord knows I would have been the one fumbling around as if I were a Hufflepuff. He opened my legs wider so his broad shoulders could fit between them before adding a hesitant lick to my lower lips. My body jerked instantly and i gripped the blankets beside me. He settled his arm over my hips and prodded his tongue against me again, making lazy strokes and modest sucks. It felt...amazing. Such a simple act of taking the time to think about what I wanted made me flushed with eagerness. I tried to hide my giggle behind my hand but Johnny noticed.

“What? Does that feel good or…?”

I cupped the back of his head and smirked. “Very good. More Johnny.”

He had an excited smile before he dove back in with the strokes of his tongue, increasing speed. The tip would flick beneath my clit before sliding over it and taking it between his lips. He hummed around it which provided a tingling sensation that made me squirm. I bit onto my lip and tried to roll my hips beneath his anchored arm but he wouldn't let me budge. Over and over he tendered to the sweet area, occasionally dipping his tongue inside me and eliciting moans from deep within my chest. He was teasing me, I could feel it and was a squirming mess. "Johnnnyyyy," I whined. "Cut it out."

"Oh? You want me to stop?"

"Don't stop...that! But stop your teasing! It's annoying. I would like to get off at some point."

"if you dont like my teasing then why are you moaning?" He smirked.

I glared down at him, annoyed by his cockiness. "I'm gonna kill you."

He sucked his teeth and shook his head in disapproval. "Typical Slytherin. You're the one who said you wanted to go slow."

"Yeah but…" I pouted. "I didn't expect it to feel this good."

"I've got more planned, don't worry." He kissed above my clit then worked his lips over my stomach, nudging my tank top upwards like he had done with my sweater. I grabbed the hem and pulled it off before arching my back and pressing my chest towards him. He wrapped those daring lips around my nipple while his hand morphed over my other breast. Mewls were tumbling from my lips as I felt him press into me. He nudged his hips against my thigh and made the fullness of his uniform pants brush against the top. I worked my legs between his, settling myself against the center of his pants and making him groan deeply. "A-are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

He popped his lips off me and looked away. "Um...no actually. It feels…"

"I can touch you, um, if you want now."

"P-please?"

I nodded and wiggled out from under him. "Ok. I can do that." I pushed my hair back and reached for the zipper of his pants. "Is that all...like...you in there?"

He sat back on his elbows. "Well it's not my wand that's for sure."

I shoved at him playfully. "Stop! You jerk!"

He laughed and took my hand in his, kissing the back of it. "Is it...too much, you think?"

I unzipped his pants and wiggled them down, sucking in a breath when I saw how his boxer briefs clung to his form. "I hope not. My mouth is a little small so I hope I don't fuck up."

He shook his head and encouraged me to free him. I discard his underwear by his pants and lowered myself to the heavy heat between his thighs. I was nervous to say the least. He looked intimidating yet I was dangerously curious to have him inside me. I placed a few kitten licks to just his head, hearing him hiss softly. He laid back against the pillows and let me try to stuff his tip past my lips. It wasn't easy but he seemed to accept how my lips wrapped around him. Slowly, my tongue worked around the circumference, tracing ridges and sucking every so often. I broke my suction from him to drag my tongue up and down his shaft adding a bit of moisture so my hand could roam comfortably. He breathed out my name and dug his fingers into my hair when my thumb pressed into a particularly sensitive spot by his base.

It was my turn to smirk and tease him. I preferred to offer him strokes and lengthy licks rather than sucking on him completely. "Now who's being the tease?" He growled.

I shrugged and giggled. "Payback, Johnny." I sucked at the beads of precum that formed at his tip, not really enjoying the taste but being a bit satisfied at the way it coated my tongue. He guided my hand towards his balls, blushing as he would have rather showed me than say it. I lowered myself to them to grip them gently, adding pressure little by little so I would make sure not to hurt him. His stomach flexed along with his toes, curling tightly as his lips parted to groan. That sound was devilish and angelic at the same time. It made my heart flutter but I also knew it was pure sin and I yearned to hear more. I kissed his thigh before crawling up to his face. I planted a kiss on his lips and settled my wetness right over him. "I want to hear that sound coming from you all night."

He hiked my legs up high to his ribcage and moved his fingers behind me, stroking my slit and gathering the cum he left behind. "I'll trade you." He worked a single finger in and that was enough to make me bury my face in his neck. "Each one you give me I'll be sure to return the favor. How's that?"

I mewled softly and nodded, wiggling my hips back against his finger as I wanted more. My clit brushed over his shaft as I did so making both of us shyly moan out into the confined face. Soon enough another one of his slender fingers filled me, curling slightly and drawing more out of me. I cried out and gripped onto his free hand, entwining our fingers together so I felt like I had some stability. He bucked his thighs to work me forward so our lips could crash together again. Those kisses were going to damn me to hell with how addicting they were. He had a way with moving his full lips smoothly over mine and coaxing my tongue to meet his. Occasionally, he would give it a little suck which made a moan reverberate between us. "Do you...think you might be ready?" He asked during a small moment where we separated for air.

I looked down at him, searching his eyes for the gentleness and patience he always gave me. It was there, beneath his hormones running amok, and gave me that sense of comfort I had with him. I pushed his hair back and smiled, placing a quick kiss on him. "Yeah, I think I am. Oh, do you have a uh...um…"

"Oh! Ye-yeah. I kinda brought one with me just in case."

"You were planning on this from the start, weren't you?!" I pouted.

"I said just in case! I didn't know it was gonna turn out so well. But you're glad I have one, aren't you?" 

I rolled my eyes and scooted off him. "I guess so...jerk."

He chuckled as he tore into the wrapper before sliding the condom on. "C'mere, silly…" He worked himself over me this time, making me victim to reliving my dream and staring up at all his beauty. This was the moment I had thought about, that I touched myself too, that I craved. All of my churning feelings that had driven me crazy for weeks lead up to this and it was finally happening. I didn't know what to feel but it was definitely a culmination of excitement and need. My fingers wrapped around Johnny's strong biceps as he guided himself to my entrance. His eyes were flickering from his cock to my face, gauging if everything was still alright. I gave him an encouraging nod and he pressed against me, pushing through just a bit. 

I winced and dug my nails into his skin. He had to make miniscule thrusts before his head filled me completely and almost made my body collapse into the blankets. He shushed me gently, adding kisses everywhere and nuzzling my neck. He whispered sweet nothings to get me to relax and not focus so much on how he was stretching me further than I had been before. He knew it would be a bit uncomfortable for me and tried his best to take his time but I knew he needed that release as much as I did. "It's ok," I whispered in between kisses. "Please Johnny. Please."

He shifted his hips forwards adding inch by inch until he settled in as much as he could go. I felt a heavy warmth in the pit of my stomach and the sting of my body trying to accomodate, pulling me closer to him. He didn't move until I relaxed my lower half and sunk down more onto his shaft. By the way his brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut I could tell that me wrapping around him was driving him insane. That first full thrust was enough to dive us into an abyss of never ending fever. His fluid movements became less and less overwhelming and more pleasurable to the point where I felt confident to roll him over and straddle his hips again.

"M-mena?" The look of surprise on his face was priceless. It was like his eyes didn't know where to even begin looking but was fixated on the way my body looked above him. I planted my hands on his chest and worked my hips in little circles, driving him deeper inside me. "Fuck, you look so gorgeous."

I flipped my hair over my shoulder and smirked at the boost of confidence he was giving me. I had to admit, taking control like this was enticing. Just as much as Johnny liked me on top of him, I loved the way he looked beneath me. He moaned louder as he tossed his head back against the pillow. His hands clutched at me, encouraging me to bounce rather than roll my hips. His own snapped against the back of my thighs to plunge deeper into my depths, making me feel all he had to offer. His moans shifted into haphazard breaths and growls that I never expected from him. I gripped his chin and pulled him into another heated kiss. He took the opportunity to force his hips harder, drawing out pathetic whimpers and whines.

I clenched tight as I felt an actual orgasm building inside me. It was the first time a man was helping me achieve it and it made Johnny seem like a damn godsend. That fact that he shifted his hand between us to massage my clit had me in love with him even more. That attention made my body shudder deeply and beg him not to stop. He chuckled as I got too loud and tried to shush me so I wouldn't draw any potential attention. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth to silence myself as my body crackled with electricity. I wanted to scream out his name as my body caved in and shuttered with my harsh orgasm but I swallowed it down. I collapsed onto him in a heap of heavy breaths and he squeezed me into a bear hug. "I got you…" he said softly.

He always did. Always took care of me, even now during the first time we got together. He was perfect in every way. As I calmed down and enjoyed the way he rubbed my back, I came to the realization that he was still lying in wait inside me. I lifted my head from his chest and kissed him. "I want you to feel good too."

Johnny kissed my forehead lightly. "Would it be okay if I did it from behind? I kinda...like that."

"Of course. Whatever you need, Johnny." We shifted into the position, my back bowed deeply and face buried into a pillow that I clutched tightly. The sound of us crashing together had me blushing but the way he plowed rougher into me had my being rosy with ecstasy. I sunk my teeth into the pillow and fisted the case tighter, taking in the rougher side of my best friend that I had never seen before. This underlying secret turned me on even more and I willed him to keep going until my knees gave out and I couldn't walk. He pressed his chest into my back and reached out to grab both my hands, holding on tightly. My name was mixed in with staggered breaths and slightly deeper moans that showed him unraveling and seeping into the barrier that separated us.

I tried to keep us up but his weight and my weakening frame wasn't enough and we fell against our blanket nest. It was oddly comforting to be crushed beneath him though it was getting harder to breathe. "Johnny?"

"Hmm?" He hummed sleepily.

"You're crushing me."

"Oh! Sorry!" He pulled out gradually leaving a bit of my cum to flow out of me. I snapped my legs shut and curled up quickly, hoping he didn't notice. He discarded the condom beside us with a knot at the top to tend to later and spooned me tight, pulling the covers over us. "Are you comfortable staying here?"

"I'd rather be here than in the dorm with no privacy. I like our little spot."

He nodded against my hair and held onto my hand once more. "Maybe next time we can try to do it in the Forbidden Forest."

"Do you want to die??! What kind of proposition is that?!"

"I'm kidding! Kidding! But I wouldn't mind finding some other secret spots to call our own." I could already hear the smirk in his tone.

"Oh yeah, you're my boyfriend now and the pervert jumps out."

"Boyfriend?" He questioned.

I looked back at him. "Aren't we-?"

"Yeah but it just…" His cheeks flushed and he hid against my shoulder. "It's just nice hearing it finally."

I giggled and reached back to ruffle his hair. "Oh Johnny...you're such a hufflepuff." 

[goldenhour-goldenboy]

Angsty Benny Miller Blurb/One Shot (Repost)

Anonymous asked: OH I'M FEELIN' KINDA ANGSTY RN help me: Benny's S.O. is injured during a mission and transported to the hospital *without* the guys because they've gotta go into surgery quickly.. how upset do the guys get when they aren't let into the S.O.'s room after surgery bc they aren't "blood related family" (THEY ARE A FAMILY 😭) AND the doctor tells them that although the surgery went well the S.O. is in bad shape..? I'M SO SORRY (totally feel free to ignore this if you want to 😂)

oh HELLO

But really you’d get flown out to a hospital immediately as soon as it’s possible and safe for you to travel and they tried to patch you up as well as they could at camp and the rest of the team is still out on the mission (where they have a hard time bc Benny is blazing his way through the targeted location in blind rage now) and it takes them a couple hours before they arrive at the nearest hospital and even though it’s been a while since you were emitted they are STILL in surgery which is the first thing that upsets them bc this is taking way too long to be a good sign. So the waiting area is crowded with 5 very anxious very dirty and covered in blood special forces operatives. Redfly is looking for water (no coffee for none of them, that would only make it worse) Fish is sitting with his arms crossed in one of the chairs, starring holes into the doors that lead to the operation rooms that just won’t seem to open. Pope is trying to get something, anything at this point, out of the nurses but they are none the wiser so after sweet talking, reasoning even trying to stare them down he slams his hands on the desk in frustration. Benny is pacing back and forth, unable to sit while Will watches him like a hawk. He’s a bomb waiting to go off and whenever that happens Will is determined to make sure that he’ll try to soften the blow for everyone else. Will is so focused on Benny that he can’t, wont’t even, focus on your state bc it would tear him apart and his brother needs him right now. Every time there’s a team of doctors coming out all of their heads snap up and desperation settles back in as soon as they realize, this is not your team. It still takes hours after they’ve arrived and Benny is almost certain that you didn’t survive the surgery. His brain is repeating your bloodied body in his hands, the bullet holes in your chest, your glossy eyes as you slipped from consciousness -

Suddenly there’s a man in front of him, still in scrubs and mask hanging around his neck. He looks tired and the worn out look turns Benny’s spine into ice. “She’s out of surgery and in the intensive care unit now. There were complications during her surgery but she’s stable for now. This was a lot for her body to handle. She collapsed twice, once in the helicopter and once again when we had her on the table. Her vitals are steady for now but we need to monitor her closely and see if she makes it through the night. She’s not conscious right now and we have to wait until she wakes up to see she suffered any neurological consequences.” Benny hears all of that and at the same time none. All he is able to comprehend is the fact that you are out of surgery, not awake and he’s not with you. The surgeon stops for a minute to pause, eyes flickering over the rest of the crew, tense faces of warriors starring back at him and he has to clear his throat before asking. “Are you related?” Benny’s eyes snap up to the surgeon, suddenly ice cold and he balls his fist. He’s very aware of what is about to be said next and he won’t stand for it. Will takes a sudden step closer to his brother, tension seeping out of every pore of Ben’s body as he grinds out a single word through clenched teeth. “No.”

The surgeon looks like he wants to take a step back, swallows and licks his lips nervously. “Then I can’t give you permission to see her. The intensive care unit is only open to family members. Is there anyone we could call - “

“She is family to me.” Benny looks like he’s about to charge and this time it’s not only Will that takes another step closer but the rest of the team as well. Redfly steps forward, a small plastic cup still in hand, placing the other one on Benny’s shoulder before he turns to talk to the now very frightened surgeon. “We can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for our mate and we realize this is unlikely to let all of us see her.” Redflye’s eyes now move to Benny who’s still starring daggers into the surgeons head, jaw set so tightly he might snap a muscle. “But what about her fiancé?”

It takes another 10 minutes of arguing about their appearance and infection rates and the promise of Benny getting cleaned up before the surgeon grudgingly admits to let him into your room. The intensive care unit is eerily quiet and Ben feels like an intruder with his washed out jeans and an old shirt thrown on top of it, hoping that it’s a clean one, between all the nurses in unicolored scrubs. His hair is still from the shower as he follows one of them to your room, though it can be called that hardly. There’s no privacy whatsoever, the big glass doors giving him a perfect view of your body hooked up to all those machines that make sounds or blink that Benny doesn’t know what they’re for but the amount of them makes a lump form in his throat. The nurse leaves him with a last skeptical look and an instruction to call if anything changes. It’s quiet in the room, your chest barely moving as the sound of air being pumped through a tube rattles through the room. It’s such an unsettling noise that hot tears start to sting in Ben’s eyes and though he’s next to your bed in seconds he’s hesitant to touch you - your body looking so fragile right now. He’s used to see you run right next to him, carrying the same equipment that he has to and still manage to sneak him a smile. He knows how strong you are but in this moment he’s scared that the faintest touch might hurt you. Gently, very gently he cradles your hand in his, squeezing your fingers lightly as he settles on a chair next to your bed, tears flowing freely now. His lips starts to quiver as he brings them up to press a soft kiss to the back of your hand, drops falling from his cheeks down to your intertwined fingers and in this moment Ben Miller prays, to every God that might listen, for you to continue to breathe and just wake up.

This started out as a blurb and kinda turned into half an imagine and also I made myself sad now, wow. What have you done Anon? (also i’d never ignore you tf? 💜)

Come talk to me about Benny!

Had to repost this as well because ... ya know... tumblr.. tagging system .. not working

[essilt]

Fic: Mnemosyne's gift (WIP)

Autors: @katerina150 , @essilt Theseus Scamander / Leta Lestrange, Canon Het Relationship, Het, Alternate Universe, Epistolary, Drama, Romance, Family Feels Notes: BC THEY ARE OUR BBS AND JFC WE JUST CAN’T! Notes2: We’re sorry for mistakes, english isn’t our native language. Sum: Fantastic Letters and what are they hiding.

[neokollection]

A - Z ㅡ Taeyong

NOT NSFW!!!

A/N: A twist on the traditional A-Z that’s NSFW and now a fluffy version. Yes, I made these up, sorry if they’re bad-

A - According To ...

According to Taeil, Taeyong is very sensitive and just wants to be loved.

B - Bored [ what he does when he’s bored ]

Scrolls through his phone or sleeps if possible- Basically, what we all do too.

C - Cuddling

Cuddle bug, he loves cuddles. He doesn’t mind if he’s the big or little spoon, or your limbs are all tangled together, facing one another. Anything with contact he’s fine with- He likes burying his face, can’t say why... He’s gorgeous, not sure why he’d hide. But he finds it most comfortable and a good way to block out the light, plus he’s enraptured in your scent, nuzzling into the crook of your neck or chest. He’ll snuggle anywhere, in bed, on the sofa, in the back of a taxi, etc... When he’s sleepy or has a bit of alcohol in his system he’s the most cuddly, murmuring shit no one can understand.

D - Day or Night? 

He prefers night. Usually in the darkness of his bed, illuminated by his phone.

E - Excited [ what he does when he’s excited ]

He wiggles! He’s a wiggler~ When he gets excited his hands clasp together, or onto the person he’s with and he smiles, even laughs. He’ll even go as far as to bounce around, clapping his hands. When he can’t hold it in he does a variety of weird motions, not really knowing what to do with his hands for once.

F - Fans

He loves his fans so much! He credits them with everything, without them he wouldn’t be where he is today and NCT wouldn’t.  Each and everyday he reads what fans say on either the fan board, twitter, youtube comments, instagram, etc... And I bet you each and everyday he smiles because of the things he reads. He told fans once if they see NCT on the street to run up to them and hug them without saying anything [pretty sure that’s what a lot of sasaeng fans try to do anyway in the airport, and you’d definitely get a bodyguard on your ass]- He just wants NCTzenies to love one another and NCT!

G - Gayness

Hmm, around 40% I would say. Jaeyong is still a strong ship. He’s a very subtle and chill gay, but still a confident one- Except for when it comes to Jungwoo and Win, then he gets flustered... bc... cute angels.

H - Heart

He’s got such a big heart and so many don’t know!!! He did wrongs in his past and has been branded for them ever since, even tho time and time again he’s apologized, cried, and addressed them with regret... With his lyrics too you can tell he wants to be loved, as Taeil said. He’s a leader, and has to be compassionate and sympathetic to be able to handle his group mates and have them all love him- He’s a huge softie, have you ever seen him around animals?

I - Imagine ...

Imagine baking chocolate chip cookies together.

J - Jealousy

He’s jealous. If it’s just between mates it’s fine, Johnny and Jae hanging out, chill. But it comes when he’s attached to certain people who he finds himself close with, but they give another attention... He needs attention, especially yours. He’ll find something else to do other than watch, pour himself a glass of water, look at his phone, turn around and act like he’s going to sleep. It’s a mini silent treatment until you address him. He’ll still ask later about it, what was Yuta saying that was so important? Be a bit obvious he’s jealous, he doesn’t mind if you know, he’d prefer you/them know than be oblivious.

K - Kisses

A great kisser!!! He gives all his friends little pecks on their cheeks and says his kisses are a reward to his members~ Any chance this giggling mess has pop a smooch on your cheek, nose, or forward he will- Even for the littlest of things, the way you cutely sneezed or whined at him for being too loud. When it comes to your lips, he has a thousand different kissed saved for each occasion; a sweet and chaste kiss for when your sleepy, a rushed and teeth-bared smooch for when he’s excited, long sensual make-outs when he’s upset or emotional, rough and passionate kisses when your pulling on his shirt, etc... His lips are so soft and travel all over the he can reach, your hand, sure, your hair, of course, your nose, certainly, the back of your neck and shoulder, naturally~

L - Lyric [ personal/my favorite lyric or verse ]

“I’ll show myself to you, so show yourself to me too. Hug me. What do I do with this attention-seeking illness I’ve caught because of you?” Baby Don’t Like It - NCT 127

I mean he rapped earlier in it about being a hard ass bitch who’s going to play with your heartbeat, wanting you to kick and hit him... But look- He’s a real softy, just talking the talk to get your attention. These lyrics seem so soft to me- Like his real feelings for a S/O

M - Moody

He can be a moody bitch, no lie. Especially since he’s exhausted far too often and doesn’t have the energy to deal with everyone 24/7. When he gets in his moods he can become really quiet and keep to himself, his typical look of boredom on his face...

N - Neediness

Depends on who it’s with. In this kind of scenario obviously it’s dedicated to the reader, so I’d say only with you is he needy, for attention and all. He’s needy with his members too, since they know him inside and out, but he doesn’t want to put strain on people or seem annoying, so with staff and others he won’t act needy.

O - Open or Closed?

He’s a pretty closed person, he doesn’t make friends easily and it’s especially hard being a celebrity- Knowing who you can trust and get close with and who you can’t... But with his close friends he’s very open, they’re his only outlet since he doesn’t want to worry his family.

P - Picky?

When it comes to food he’s not so picky- I mean he has a list of stuff he doesn’t like, but he’s also very willing to try new things~ When it comes to people, he’s kinda picky who he’d chose as his friends. He has high standards and it takes a lot of work to become close to him, so you’d be the top 1%

Q - Question [ something I wonder about him... ]

 With a S/O, would his germaphobia lessen? Would he share a water bottle with me? Cuz I mean I have it also, but I’d share with him

R - Rec [ song rec directly from him ]

When I Fall in Love - Nat King Cole

S - Skinship

He’s fine with it, he does PDA too. He’s not shy of it and naturally is one into skin contact for the simplest of things. Rustling your hair if you did a good job, interlocking fingers, squeezing the flesh of your arms unconsciously as he spouts, poking your cheek, gently body bumping before chuckling as you push him out of your way, etc...

T - Talent

Off the charts, no questions asked. Amazing actor, singer, rapper, dancer, person, etc...

U - Unique [ a unique characteristic ]

He has so many facets. You all already know what I’m talking about. He’s cool and sexy on stage, but adorable and sometimes awkward off. His persona is so unique, how he’s able to switch so casually.  I think it makes him unique, I’ve never met someone who can so coolly be two-faced.

V - Vegetable [ how he is when lazy ]

I’m not 100% sure, but I can guess. If he’s feeling tired and has the chance, he’d probably sleep. Usually tho, he probably plays Animal Crossing or another game on his phone- Possibly even taking some time to lounge around and scroll through the NCT tag on Twitter. If he has to do something he’s obviously going to not want to, but he’s a big boy and as NCT’s leader he’s learned a lot about doing things even though he may not want to and matured a lot as well, so he’ll still silently do whatever it is he’s asked before plopping on the sofa once more.

W - Wink

X - X-Man [ if he had a superpower it would be... ]

He said he’d like the ability to teleport, to visit all the Czennies around the world no doubt- His parents too-

Y - Yellow [ his thoughts on the color ‘Yellow’ ]

If the color gold is considered yellow... He may like it. But in general I think he can agree it’s an ugly and awkward color- I mean when do you ever see him willingly wearing yellow??? Never

Z - Zodiac

Cancer~ Very sensitive. He matches well with Cancer, Taurus, Pisces, & Scorpio ^^ He doesn’t match well with Aries or Libra T T

[taulun]

A guy I've been talking to said that he might have bpd just as a "heads up". He's really sweet and everything seems fine and I would like to make it work (if we do end up liking each other more than friends). Do you have any advice on how to be there for him or just things I should know to expect in the future? I'm familiar with bpd, but not from first hand experience and I'd like to be a gf who supports her significant other the best that I can. Thanks ahead of time for any words of wisdom :]

I wish you luck, guys.. First of all, bpd is an awful, awful disorder and it takes a lot of sacrifices from one person to make a relationship work. I mean, it takes effort from bpd person too, but it's more about the other side sacrificing here. Okay, so:1. Never make him feel unwanted, like, try to response to all his affections and if you don't feel like it bcs idk it's not your day, let him know that it's not his fault and show him that it's true. 2. Be affectionate, emotional, loving and understanding above all, e.g. when he keeps talking to you about bpd or he starts acting exactly how he was describing his syndromes, never be judgmental, never say sth like "I didn't sign up for this", and even if you don't say it, don't act like that, bcs that's exactly what you signed up for. 3. Tell him you love him everyday. I'm serious. People with bpd, or at least me, we're like white blank pages everyday. Another day, another page, different viewing of people surrounding us. If you tell him you love him on Sunday, he believes that it's true only during that Sunday. On Monday he doesn't know it anymore and his paranoia makes an appearance until you tell him that you love him again, and not when he asks you that and you say "yes I do" (tho ofc most of the times it's enough to make him at ease), but anyway it's always better when he doesn't have to ask for your feelings. 4. Don't lie to him, don't break promises (I mean ofc it happens bcs people are not perfect, but please try not to break them all the time/often, bcs he'll get paranoid). 5. Reassurance and conversations are the key - if his doubts make an appearance, ALWAYS try to get rid of them by telling and showing him you love him. Talk with each other about problems, don't let him think that something is wrong without explaining that it's not (or if it is wrong actually, try to explain and convince him that it's not his fault - when it is his fault, explain it in the softest way possible, e.g. once I was with a girl and one time she told me that she doesn't want to do something for now and it looked like it's because of me and she couldn't handle the situation and we were in bed then and I ended up crying all night and everytime she tried to touch me or comfort me, I was doing everything in order not to be touched by her, I was paranoid and I thought she was rejecting me). Okay so now for the things you need to be prepared for:1. People with bpd see the world in black and white. Period. You can interpret it however you want, but they just don't see the grey. And it's not something they can change. 2. They have a lot of trust issues and traumas, and get triggered very easily. They could easily be described as "a very fragile glass". 3. The littlest things can make them depressed, paranoid, scared etc, but it takes something bigger for them to be happier, e.g. you can joke about sth inconvenient and it can trigger them, but you have to spend the whole day being affectionate and loving to fix it. And next days too. 4. Fears are most of the times irrational but they come from previous experiences in relationships or traumas those relationships left on them. That doesn't mean these fears are irrelevant. 5. Mood swings happen all the time. People with bpd are like a rollercoaster ride, at 5pm they're happy, at 5:15 depressed as fuck. It's very exhausting for them to experience emotions in general, and to experience emotions that change all the time is even worse. 6. About emotions - it's like, take your emotion, for example happiness and multiply it ten times. It's like they feel every emotion ten times stronger. So when he says he loves you, he means it ten times stronger than you can imagine, when he looks happy, he's actually at the top of the world. And bcs of the intensity of emotions it's very hard to exist because mood swings happen often and emotions are fucking intense. So yeah. 7. People with bpd are convinced that everything is impossible, unreachable for them, they feel they don't deserve anything. That happens during bad days. During good days they may even feel like gods. When I said about black and white, it has an impact on them as well - they're like walking and talking paradoxes. They want to kill themselves, but they don't, they want to heal themselves by therapy, but they don't, they hate their disorder, but they love it, they hate who they are, but there are some aspects about them that they love a lot (tho it's mostly hatred, they really can't stand themselves as human beings), they can think of themselves as the worst fucking shits on the planet, but at the same time they believe they're better than other people etc. It's because bpd is a disorder of two faces, two faces at the same time. People with bpd deny themselves and it's not normal for them either, but they can't change it. 8. Borderlines in relationships are like: "I know you will leave me in the end and at some point I'll just start counting the days until it happens", but they also try to believe you will stay with them forever and never leave them and that love is the answer to everything. So, that's a warning. If you don't mean to spend the rest of your life with that guy, think about it again, because once something happens and you leave, it will be like the end of the world for him. Literally. 9. People with bpd tend to be obsessed with their significant others. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it isn't, because he will most probably love you SO MUCH that you will become his world, life, sense of existence, everything, but he can also get jealous, possessive, scared of losing you to the point where he basically takes your freedom away and he would do it without even knowing that it's wrong. At some point you will become a goddess for him. 10. They're impulsive. In a fight they say things they would never say out loud and days after the fight they don't even remember what they said. I often compare it to being possessed, because my mouth is talking, my fingers are typing, but I can't control it. I know what I'm doing but I can't do anything to stop it. Emotions are blinding bpds ALL THE TIME. And once the fight is over, they realize what they said or did and they start to apologize, sometimes literally on their knees. 11. They say sorry a lot. Like, A LOT. They are sorry for everything. They feel like everything they do is wrong, especially when their partner looks like sth is wrong and bcs of them (I already said that). 12. They will do ANYTHING to keep you by their side, anything so you won't leave. Most of the times they do the opposite but they believe it will keep you by their side. They have very complicated minds and fragile hearts, so like I said it's a rollercoaster or it's like walking on glass - one bad move and it breaks, most of the times forever. 13. Once they feel hurt by you, it will last for a long time or even forever. When something goes wrong in a relationship with bpd, they remember it and keep reminding themselves of it all the time. They are paranoid since then and most of the times that's the first phase of a process of leaving them by their partner. Why? Because they get hard to handle and people are never that strong to live with that. It's hard, it's really hard to be with someone who has bpd, but for them it's even harder, I believe. But anyway, like I said in the beginning, I wish you guys a lot of luck and especially to you, anon - I wish you patience and strength.

[goldenhour-goldenboy]

OH I'M FEELIN' KINDA ANGSTY RN help me: Benny's S.O. is injured during a mission and transported to the hospital *without* the guys because they've gotta go into surgery quickly.. how upset do the guys get when they aren't let into the S.O.'s room after surgery bc they aren't "blood related family" (THEY ARE A FAMILY 😭) AND the doctor tells them that although the surgery went well the S.O. is in bad shape..? I'M SO SORRY (totally feel free to ignore this if you want to 😂)

oh HELLO

But really you’d get flown out to a hospital immediately as soon as it’s possible and safe for you to travel and they tried to patch you up as well as they could at camp and the rest of the team is still out on the mission (where they have a hard time bc Benny is blazing his way through the targeted location in blind rage now) and it takes them a couple hours before they arrive at the nearest hospital and even though it’s been a while since you were emitted they are STILL in surgery which is the first thing that upsets them bc this is taking way too long to be a good sign. So the waiting area is crowded with 5 very anxious very dirty and covered in blood special forces operatives. Redfly is looking for water (no coffee for none of them, that would only make it worse) Fish is sitting with his arms crossed in one of the chairs, starring holes into the doors that lead to the operation rooms that just won’t seem to open. Pope is trying to get something, anything at this point, out of the nurses but they are none the wiser so after sweet talking, reasoning even trying to stare them down he slams his hands on the desk in frustration. Benny is pacing back and forth, unable to sit while Will watches him like a hawk. He’s a bomb waiting to go off and whenever that happens Will is determined to make sure that he’ll try to soften the blow for everyone else. Will is so focused on Benny that he can’t, wont’t even, focus on your state bc it would tear him apart and his brother needs him right now. Every time there’s a team of doctors coming out all of their heads snap up and desperation settles back in as soon as they realize, this is not your team. It still takes hours after they’ve arrived and Benny is almost certain that you didn’t survive the surgery. His brain is repeating your bloodied body in his hands, the bullet holes in your chest, your glossy eyes as you slipped from consciousness - 

Suddenly there’s a man in front of him, still in scrubs and mask hanging around his neck. He looks tired and the worn out look turns Benny’s spine into ice. “She’s out of surgery and in the intensive care unit now. There were complications during her surgery but she’s stable for now. This was a lot for her body to handle. She collapsed twice, once in the helicopter and once again when we had her on the table. Her vitals are steady for now but we need to monitor her closely and see if she makes it through the night. She’s not conscious right now and we have to wait until she wakes up to see she suffered any neurological consequences.” Benny hears all of that and at the same time none. All he is able to comprehend is the fact that you are out of surgery, not awake and he’s not with you. The surgeon stops for a minute to pause, eyes flickering over the rest of the crew, tense faces of warriors starring back at him and he has to clear his throat before asking. “Are you related?” Benny’s eyes snap up to the surgeon, suddenly ice cold and he balls his fist. He’s very aware of what is about to be said next and he won’t stand for it. Will takes a sudden step closer to his brother, tension seeping out of every pore of Ben’s body as he grinds out a single word through clenched teeth. “No.” 

The surgeon looks like he wants to take a step back, swallows and licks his lips nervously. “Then I can’t give you permission to see her. The intensive care unit is only open to family members. Is there anyone we could call - “ 

“She is family to me.” Benny looks like he’s about to charge and this time it’s not only Will that takes another step closer but the rest of the team as well. Redfly steps forward, a small plastic cup still in hand, placing the other one on Benny’s shoulder before he turns to talk to the now very frightened surgeon. “We can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for our mate and we realize this is unlikely to let all of us see her.” Redflye’s eyes now move to Benny who’s still starring daggers into the surgeons head, jaw set so tightly he might snap a muscle. “But what about her fiancé?” 

It takes another 10 minutes of arguing about their appearance and infection rates and the promise of Benny getting cleaned up before the surgeon grudgingly admits to let him into your room. The intensive care unit is eerily quiet and Ben feels like an intruder with his washed out jeans and an old shirt thrown on top of it, hoping that it’s a clean one, between all the nurses in unicolored scrubs. His hair is still from the shower as he follows one of them to your room, though it can be called that hardly. There’s no privacy whatsoever, the big glass doors giving him a perfect view of your body hooked up to all those machines that make sounds or blink that Benny doesn’t know what they’re for but the amount of them makes a lump form in his throat. The nurse leaves him with a last skeptical look and an instruction to call if anything changes. It’s quiet in the room, your chest barely moving as the sound of air being pumped through a tube rattles through the room. It’s such an unsettling noise that hot tears start to sting in Ben’s eyes and though he’s next to your bed in seconds he’s hesitant to touch you - your body looking so fragile right now. He’s used to see you run right next to him, carrying the same equipment that he has to and still manage to sneak him a smile. He knows how strong you are but in this moment he’s scared that the faintest touch might hurt you. Gently, very gently he cradles your hand in his, squeezing your fingers lightly as he settles on a chair next to your bed, tears flowing freely now. His lips starts to quiver as he brings them up to press a soft kiss to the back of your hand, drops falling from his cheeks down to your intertwined fingers and in this moment Ben Miller prays, to every God that might listen, for you to continue to breathe and just wake up. 

This started out as a blurb and kinda turned into half an imagine and also I made myself sad now, wow. What have you done Anon? (also i’d never ignore you tf? 💜)

Come talk to me about Benny!