#also. um. I'm gonna get cheesy for a second

[silverselfshippingchaos]

I hate his stupid smug ass so much oh my god he infuriates me to bits and pieces I despise him I need him so bad I mean uh I hate him!!!!

[beelsnack]

Imperfect - Obey Me! Boys and an MC With Scars

Continuing my trend of hyper-specific self-insert fics lol

This is me projecting a little bit, I have quite a few scars. I'm diabetic, so I don't heal very well. Also, the scenario described in Mammon's part actually happened to me, so...yeah, ya boi is projecting.

There is a part two in the works, I just don't want to make this post too long.

Content Warning: Mention of self-harm in Belphie's part.

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Lucifer: “Can I ask you something?”

The two of them were enjoying a rare moment of peace, sipping on hot drinks together in the early morning. Most of the occupants of the House of Lamentation were still asleep, or the ones that were awake were busy doing their own thing. For once, it felt like the world was allowing them to take a break.

Lucifer set his coffee cup down and regarded them with the soft, fond look that he seemed to reserve for them alone. “Of course, my dear.”

���If you could…” the human cleared their throat, shifting their weight around nervously. “If you could get rid of my scars, would you?”

Lucifer’s expression hardened, and for a moment they were worried they had made him angry. An apology was halfway out of their mouth when Lucifer stood, making his way over to their side and cradling their chin in his gloved hand.

“If you wished it, it would be so,” he rubbed a thumb over one of the pock-marks on their cheek. Not only had cystic acne left a constellation of marks across their face, they had always bruised easily so even the mildest of injuries left scars. 

“But you are exactly the way you need to be as you are,” Lucifer continued. “And I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”

Mammon: “Did it hurt?”

At first the human thought that Mammon was attempting to use a cheesy and potentially blasphemous pick up line on them. But when they looked up from the TV show the two of them were watching while curled up in their bed, they realized that he was looking at the faded red-purple marks adorning their legs.

“Well, it didn’t fucking tickle.”

Mammon flushed. “I didn’t - I mean - uh, shit, um - “

They shoved him good-naturedly. “Don’t worry about it.”

Both of them sat in silence before they decided the awkward tension was too much. “You wanna know how I got these scars?” they asked, in a terrible Joker impression.

“Not if you’re gonna sound like Heath Ledger while telling me.” 

The human snorted. “It’s not even that cool, honestly. I was helping move some furniture, and the house had a pretty long set of concrete steps. I was going backwards down the steps, lost my footing and ate it from about six feet in the air.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Mammon hissed, wincing in sympathy.

“I have one on my arm, too, but that one’s a bit more faded,” they held up their forearm. The discolored patch of skin was barely visible in the dim light from the TV, but Mammon could still tell it couldn’t have been a pleasant experience. “Had a split second to chose between bashing my head in or fucking up my arm.”

“...I’m glad you chose your arm?” Mammon shrugged.

“Me too,” they laughed.

Leviathan: He was staring.

The human was starting to get a little uncomfortable with how intensely Levi was looking at their face. They knew the scar on the left side of their face was intense - it had been a constant reminder of the house fire they had survived when they were younger. But Levi didn’t have to stare at it like he was committing it to memory.

“I’m just thinking…”

“Thinking about what?” The human wished they had a hood to hide behind or something, they were starting to get angry. 

Levi must have realized his error, because he suddenly turned bright red and looked away, hand covering the lower half of his face in embarrassment.  The human felt a little bad, but at least Levi wasn’t gawking at them anymore.

“...y’look…lrpzuko…”

“...Come again?” 

“I said you look like Prince Zuko!” Levi blurted before pressing his hand harder against his mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, I’m just gonna - “

“Wait,” the human pulled up their phone camera. “...I kind of see it, holy shit.”

Satan: “So where did this come from, anyway?”

He knew it probably was committing some sort of social faux pas to ask, but Satan was a curious creature by nature, and he figured that he and the human were close enough. Figuratively and literally, considering they were laying with their head in his lap while the two of them were reading.

When they made an inquisitive noise, he idly drew a clawed finger down the long, jagged scar decorating their forearm. He felt them stiffen against his legs, and when he looked up he saw the apprehension on their face.

“I…God, it’s so stupid…”

“Come on, it can’t be that bad,” Satan urged. They hesitated a bit before sighing.

“I was fighting with this kid in…it was either middle school or early high school. I went to walk away because I was kind of getting sick of arguing with the moron, but when I turned around they shoved me hard enough to knock me over. I kinda like…flung my arm up, to protect my face, y’know? And since it was outside it got all scraped up. Never healed fully, I guess, so now I have this.”

Satan hummed thoughtfully, tracing the outline of the scar. It was faint, barely visible in dim lighting, but it was obvious that the human wished it wasn’t there.

“You fought back, right?”

“Duh.”

Asmo: “You seem very focused there, darling. Don’t quite know your shade?”

The two of them had been standing in the foundation section of the local Dephora for a while now. Asmodeus knew the store like the back of his hand and had already scooped up all of his favorite products in addition to a couple new drops that had made their way onto Devilgram. The human, however, hadn’t moved for about 20 minutes.

“I mean…I know my shade, but…” they hesitated, hand idly drifting towards the side of their neck. “Coverage is more what I’m worried about.” 

Asmo’s brows furrowed. The human had a scar from when they got splashed with hot oil as a child, and they were notoriously self-conscious about it. Aesthetically, Asmo understood - it wasn’t pretty, it looked like it had hurt and if he could he would use every bit of his magical power to get rid of it completely. But it was part of the human, and Asmo loved it regardless.

He slipped a hand overtop of the humans, causing them to look up at him with worried eyes. Asmo’s own eyes softened, and he leaned over to press a gentle kiss to their forehead. “Darling, if you do want to cover it up to boost your confidence, I will gladly help you pick out foundation and concealer. But you know you don’t have to if you truly don’t want to, right? That I’ll love you no matter what?”

The human looked away, but Asmo still caught the shy smile they wore as they leaned into his hand. “I know.”

Beelzebub: “Can I help you?”

Admittedly, the human was a little paranoid about whether or not people were staring at them. But this time, it was very clear that Beelzebub was staring at them, and they weren’t sure how they felt about it. They were cooking dinner, after all, they might not even be the thing that Beel was staring at.

“That mark on your shoulder.” 

Immediately, the human tensed up. They had thought that the shirt they were wearing covered up the conspicuous birthmark on their right shoulder, but apparently not. “What about it?”

Beel paused for a moment. “It looks like a potato.”

They turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Does it? I can’t really see it all that often.”

“Mm,” Beel nodded before unfolding himself from the stool he was sitting on and coming up to hug the human from behind. He leaned down to nuzzle affectionately against the mark, and the human felt their apprehension begin to bleed away. “I like it. It makes you, you.”

They remained silent for a moment before a small smile tugged at the corner of their lips. “Thanks, Beel.”

Belphegor: “Did you do that to yourself?”

It took a minute for the human to realize what Belphie was talking about. They had just changed into their pajamas, and they honestly had thought Belphie was asleep. But apparently he had been awake enough to notice the evenly-spaced cut marks along the insides of their thighs.

“...Yeah,” they muttered, hiding their face in his chest. So much for a peaceful night’s sleep. “A while ago.”

“Why?”

They shrugged. Honestly, thinking about that particular time in their life wasn’t something they did often, at least not consciously. Every time they did, their heart rate increased, their breathing sped up, and it suddenly felt like they were in that dark room again with nothing but their spiraling thoughts - 

“You don’t have to tell me,” Belphe muttered against their hair. “Stay with me, now, okay?”

He ran a hand up and down their back soothingly, and it would never surprise them how gentle Belphegor could be for a demon.

“You want to know what I think?” Belphie allowed his fingers to trace the marks along their thighs, but the touch was distinctly platonic. 

“Mm?”

“I think,” he pressed a kiss to the crown of their head. “That you were going through a lot, and those scars are proof that you made it through.”

The human stilled, processing, before they snuggled deeper into Belphie’s embrace. “You think so?”

“Mm-hm,” he hummed sleepily, hand stilling against the small of their back. “Not that I’m glad you have them, mind you, but nobody goes through hell completely unscathed and you shouldn’t feel ashamed of them.”

[iwannascreameurekaa]

A giant list of fics in the making

Being written to POST

Junior Year

Chapter 15 and on. I'm trying to figure out to get to the end of the school year in that fic.

To Storm or Fire, They both Will Fall

Valgrace in Tartarus fic. First chapter is almost fully written. It's going to have about 40 chapters total and I want to write the whole thing out before I post anything about it so it might take a while sorry!

Where Art Thou, Emilio?

Romeo and Juliet but it's valgrace! Almost want to fully write this before I post anything so it might take even longer because I cannot for the life of me find an easily accessible and readable translation of the play :(

A fic about valgrace first kiss (not titled yet) based off a tumblr post I have been unable to find :(

Basically about valgrace trying to have their first kiss but Leo keeps burning Jason's lips 

Sequel fic to Realization, is it You? 

Qinter fic but this one is a time skip to the end of the tenth book and it's winter perspective 

Back To Life

My valgrace angst series that has two works so far and I'm working on more!

Being written but unable to post 

Use your body

I have the 4th chapter done. I am in agony that I can't post on the fic. 5th chapter is halfway done and there's supposed to be about 11/12 chapters in total and most of them are half written already. Can't promise that anything will be posted on this fic any time soon I'm trying to work it out! Again I'm very sorry.

Two solangelo one shots that go together (smut) ofc

First one is called "an apple a day keeps the doctor bent over and moaning for me" and the second one has no title but it contains one of my fav tropes which it the aphrodisiacs so yippie!! Same at use your body, I don't know when these will be posted and the first one isn't even done and the second is barely worked on anyways so...

Random stuff that might be posted if I ever get them done

Fun-Dip!

A cheesy valgrace kiss fic about Leo having a fundip flavored chapstick. Silly and unserious. It's been in my drafts since may and is barely halfway done. I have no motivation to finish or worn on it right now but I might be possessed who knows.

Will Solace on the Argo II rewrite

No title for this yet. First chapter is less than a thousands words written right now. And that's the only thing I have written too 😭😭 rough outline for it and idk if I'll ever finish it tbh. 

Fics that I need to update and am trying to update but idk what to write

I Don't Know Who You Are but I Love You 

YALL I PROMISE IM TRYING TO WRITE ANOTHER STUPID CHAPTER. I'm dying. Last time I update it was APRIL... my bad guys... um and it has reached 14,000 hits since then and I wanted to post a celebration chapter but I had no motivation. Ughhhhrhhwsiyfiwdh

Girl Alone (titled I Am Something a while ago)

I'm thinking about writing another chapter but I'm not allowed to post anything with sh in it rn and that's kinda the whole plot of girl alone so... yeah... I just don't wanna write something that I'm gonna barely enjoy writing and not even be able to enjoy posting it either it just makes no sense to me sorry 

Olympus

You bitches have been asking for another chapter of this for over a YEAR it's insane and I am grateful for it. I am currently rewriting the first three chapters cause I freaking HATE how I used to write and also like it sucked?? How do y'all enjoy this shitty writing dude I was so bad at writing smut 😭 anyways idk when they'll be updated and idk when a 4th chapter will come out but I'm always thinking about it 

The Soul I Hold

Eeehhhh I lost motivation for this. I always get little scenes in my head about what I want in this fic but I never know how to connect them so I gave up. I will probably pick this fic up again and finish it one day but these days I have ahead of me are not those days. 

When I Die, I'll Let Go

I lost motivation for this one too. I have so so many ideas for this but I have no idea how to get them into words that make sense so I'm just going to keep making playlists for it until I get the spark back 

[noelle-holi-gay]

Teenage Dess and Asriel at a summer camp their families make them attend every year (it's a church camp because of course it is, have you met their moms?). Azzy still enjoys it, Dess is over the whole thing. Kris and Noelle are also there if you want.

Asriel sat towards the back of the pavilion, in a white plastic folding chair. The very back row, in fact, because that's where Dess wanted to sit, and even if it meant Asriel couldn't see very well, he wasn't going to not sit next to Dess. She had her arms crossed as she chewed bubblegum loudly (the kind of loud one can only achieve through conscious effort), and was looking anywhere except the camp counselors at the front of the pavilion.

"And here at Camp Angel Hearts, we like to always follow the Five Pillars!" The speaker, who was the head of the camp, gestured to a large poster where the word 'Angel' was written vertically. A long strip of white paper extended to the side of each letter, covering up the rest of the poster. "As you can see, the first letters of each pillar spell out 'angel', because while these pillars are important, the Angel is always first in our Hearts."

Dess scoffed and rolled her eyes.

The speaker went on. "Now, to our returning members, can anyone remember what the first pillar is? Shout it out!"

"ADVENTUROUS!" called out a smattering of the younger kids.

"Yes, very good!" The camp head ripped off the paper next to the 'A', to reveal 'Adventurous'. "It's important to be adventurous and try new things! Don't be scared to expand your horizons!"

"This is all so stupid," Dess grumbled.

Asriel nudged her. "Aw, come on. It's not that bad. I know it's cheesy, but it's good for the younger kids, you know?"

"How about the second pillar?" the speaker continued. "Shout it out!"

"NICE!" came the response.

"I guess." Dess didn't look convinced. "But they could at least take the stupid 'Angel' bullshit out."

"D-Dess!" Asriel hissed under his breath. "You can't say that here! We'll get in trouble…"

At the podium, the speaker clapped and ripped off the next piece of paper. "That's right! It's always important to be nice to your fellow campers!"

"I don't even care any more," Dess said. "I told Mom I didn't want to come here any more. I'm sick of all this fucking Church of the Angel propaganda."

"Dess..."

She only smirked. "Like, people can practice whatever religion they want, but keep it to the bedroom, you know? Don't shove that stuff down my throat!"

Asriel snickered despite himself. "Okay, well—"

"Keep it going now!" called the camp head. "What's the third pillar, everyone?"

"GENEROUS!" came the response.

"Gay!" Dess called out.

Her voice got lost in the crowd, for the most part, but a few of the kids sitting nearer to them giggled and glanced over at them.

As the camp head ripped off the next piece of paper and started talking about the virtues of generosity, Asriel was caught between laughter and terror. "Dess, no, don't—Dess!"

But she was smirking in that way she did whenever she decided to plow headfirst into trouble. "Come on, Azzy, what are they gonna do to us? Kick us out? As far as I'm concerned, that's a win."

"Our moms will kill us!"

"Oh, like my mom doesn't already want to kill me." She paused for a second as the crowd shouted out the next pillar—EMPATHETIC!—and then gave Asriel a flat look. "Come on, Azzy. Is this really how you want to spend your summer? We're in high school now. We're basically adults. We shouldn't be stuck in some crummy church camp."

Asriel frowned. "I, uh, I don't know…"

"And that brings us to our final pillar," the camp head was saying. "L for…"

"LEARNING!"

"LESBIANISM!" Dess screamed at the top of her lungs.

The pavilion went dead quiet. Every head turned towards the two of them.

"Um. Dess?" Asriel tried to shrink in on himself. "Maybe we should…"

"Run," Dess said, grabbing Asriel's hand and sprinting towards the woods.

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

For some reason that I cannot explain, I decided to torture myself again by listening to Big Country's album No Place Like Home and...well...it turns out that the torture might've gone by the wayside because, um...it was less torturous than the last time I heard it. IS THIS WHAT THIS BAND DOES? They just convert you after at least two listens. Like...but I...I think if I listened to even half of these songs again, I don't think I would actually like them...or want to hear them again...I THINK? I'M PRETTY SURE. ...Omg. I'm so confused, and so conflicted. *whispers* Is this a new guilty pleasure? But this isn't even- I can't even say it's...ugh.

And reading the lyrics I'm like "THESE ARE THE WORST SONGS" but then musically (excluding the vocals) it's like "OKAY THESE ARE NOT THE WORST SONGS"? Some of them, musically, are boring, but not all of them, so... I have no verdict! Only conflict.

Okay, I'll say it: I might actually genuinely like more of these songs IF IT WASN'T FOR STUART'S CRINGE AS FUCK VOCALS. As an American, I feel guilty for saying that because he literally changed his vocal techniques for US (although I'm pretty sure that the U.S. didn't ask or expect him to do that which is maybe another layer of guilt) but god, it is so, so bad. So unnecessary. His vocals on The Seer were PERFECT! GORGEOUS, IN FACT! AND THEN IT WAS ALL DOWNHILL FROM THERE. 😭 But I digress.

So it's like...well, I can't really enjoy these songs because I CANNOT enjoy his voice and unfortunately these songs aren't just instrumentals. LOL Although there's a LOT of keyboards (and synths I think? I don't remember now. lol ...okay so the songs are not really memorable, either) on this album and they are...tedious. Which y'all should call blasphemy on me because I'm always a slut for keyboards but IT'S TOO MUCH AND IT'S BAD AND THEY DIDN'T HIRE BENMONT TENCH FOR THE JOB so it's bad. LOL Not that Benmont could have done it, anyway, I don't think, since that's around the time both Full Moon Fever AND Into The Great Wide Open came out, so I assume he was busy with TPATH...

Anyway, last thought about No Place Like Home: I cannot believe that Stuart really wrote "Heart of the world, heart of the world is blue/Without the love, love of me and you" and did NOT get made fun of for it. In fact, most of the reviews on Wikipedia grade it positively, even calling it "a minor hit, perhaps"? ...no, I do not get popular music and what the fuck is a hit or what's not, but THAT SONG IS AS CHEESY AS A SONG CAN FUCKING GET! OH MY GOD. IT'S SO FUNNY. WHY IS IT EVEN A SONG. ...don't ever let me listen to it again. Oh my lord, it's gonna be like "Whip It" by Devo - I hear a few seconds of it and IMMEDIATELY start laughing. I am a horrible person, and it is also a bad song. Both of these things are true. Okay, that's all.

[sleepyspectre]

Today had so much love in it!

Coworker kept accidentally calling me babe (she was encouraging me *not* to do something but I can't remember what it was- OH I was gonna drink a 3 day old refresher). I like it. Call me babe platonically! I am babe ^-^

She texted me on the bus ride home too it was divine.

My girlfriend is so very cheesy ♡ /pos.

She drew me some cute little drawings of like. One of her as deku being all "omg just talked to a girl" but girl in question was me.

Another one was like. My setup for when we play games together? Candle, switch, Chai latte. Cozy ♡

We danced in the rain 🌧 💙

We played Mario kart on our break.

Took all our breaks together.

I gave her a hug inside the store (scandalous)

Turns out my gf and I have the same eating habits :/ oh no :/ (don't eat till evening)

I asked if she'd go to the ex with me and she said ya ♡

The closer today was one of the girls that wants to hang out outside of work. Karaoke crew ♡

Her energy is so. It's so lovely! So welcoming! So warm!

I kept offering to do any of the closing tasks she didn't want, but she just wanted me to keep her company (｀；ω；´)

I was talking about how I want a hug and she was like "you can hug me!" And she smelled so nice!? She's perfect hug height too T^T bloody fantastic. I have her number now.

It was pouring rain so I went to bother 🦞. I can never remember what we talked about but she thinks the guy from the outlander is hot. I think um. I'm not gonna say actually. That'd be mean.

Stayed for a solid hour.

Ended up telling her that thing I contemplate telling her everything I feel like. Off the shits in a bad way haha.

The soapy "people told me you're dangerous 😳☠️ they said i should stop talking to you." thing. Hehe. She didn't seem too surprised. Apparently, there's a rumor about her being a vampire. Hahaha.

She also gave me some book recs!

OH YEAH AND COWORKER FINISHED ACOTAR ♡ gonna read the second book when it ships so I should get busy reading again hbsnsvsbs

I should sleep now. I work in the morning :/

[miraculouslyaloser]

Excuses

Summary: Chrissy's grades start to drop so the school guidance counselor suggests a tutor. Chrissy forms a little crush on her tutor and finds herself making more and more excuses to be around her

Pronouns used: She/her

Warnings: Mentions of hallucinations and insomnia, i've never had a tutor so idk what it's like, not proof read, lots of fluff, cheesy re-creation of hopper asking out joyce to Enzo's, internalized homophobia

A/n: I'm so glad more Chrissy fics are being made. My prayers have been answered. we're gonna ignore the fact Jason exists.

Ever since Chrissy started seeing things, she's started having sleepless nights. And those sleepless nights caused poor academic performances. And poor academic performances cause poor grades.

The school guidance counselor, Ms. Kelly, suggested one of the best students of the school to be Chrissy's tutor.

Now that it's free period, most friend groups would be hanging out with each other, but for this free period, Chrissy had to visit her new tutor in the library.

As Chrissy was entering the library she scanned the area for her tutor. Then she realized she had no idea who she was looking for.

"You're Chrissy right?" A voice behind her asked

"Ah!" Chrissy yelped in response.

"Woah! Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"Um, no it's okay. Not trying to be rude but, how do you know my name?"

"I dunno. I mean, you're like the queen of Hawkins High so..." The other girl said, shrugging.

There was an awkward silence between the two. The other girl slightly rocked her body back and forth, waiting for a response from the cheerleader.

"Anyways", the girl said breaking the silence. "I'm your tutor, Y/n."

"Nice to meet you Y/n."

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They're a few minutes into their tutoring session and everything is going pretty normal. Chrissy realizes she's seen Y/n many times around school, but never really talked to her. She takes a few second to look at her.

'I never realized how pretty Y/n was'

Those few seconds turned into a minute. Y/n got the feeling she was talking to herself and looked to her side and realized Chrissy was staring at her.

"Um, Chrissy? You there? Or am I just talking to myself?"

Chrissy blinked many times to recollect herself and realized she was staring at Y/n.

"Oh, sorry." Chrissy nervously looks down at the books and paper Y/n was using to tutor her.

"It's fine."

They carried on with the session but it became a little more tense and awkward.

Since free period was starting to come to an end, the two girls had to wrap up their tutoring session. The bell rang, indicating it was time to get to their next class.

"Well, I think this is a good place to stop. See you tomorrow Chrissy!" Y/n said while collecting her things and starting to get up from her chair.

"Bye!" Chrissy said while doing the same as Y/n.

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The next day at school, Chrissy was walking to the library for her second day of tutoring. She saw Y/n walking down the hall with a group of friends also approaching the library. Y/n didn't seem to notice Chrissy and walked into the library. Chrissy hurried in to catch up with her. She scanned the room and found that Y/n was seated in the same place as yesterday.

She approached the seat and pulled out the chair next to the other girl to sit down.

"Hi Chrissy, ready to start?"

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After a few sessions, the two girls start to become closer. Chrissy continues to admire the other girl from afar. Y/n also started to call the cheerleader "Chris". Chrissy would never admit it, but she would purposefully fail classes to be around Y/n.

'I'm struggling with Math, could you help me a little?'

'I don't really understand what we're doing in Biology, do you have a little time after to school to help me?'

'Maybe during Lunch you could help me with this book report?'

These were some of the excuses Chrissy said so she could hang out with Y/n just a little more than during free period. But Y/n had to admit, she liked being around the cheerleader. She came to every cheer performance, helped with anything she needed, and would even hang out with her after school.

One day, Chrissy had to skip one tutoring session to go to a cheer practice her coach requested for the team.

"I'm so sorry." Chrissy genuinely apologized

"No, why are you apologizing? It's fine if we miss one session, plus you've had a lot of extra tutoring outside of free period as well."

Chrissy thought for a few moments and said, "How about you come watch this practice? And to make up for missing the session we could do it after school."

"Of course, I think I have time."

"How about at Enzo's at around 7:30?"

Y/n slowly realized she was being asked out on a date. The thought of that made a blush creep up to her cheeks.

'Wait, two girls going out on a date? Romantically? No way. But Chrissy is very pretty... But there's no way the queen of Hawkins High is asking me, of all people, out on a date! Maybe it isn't a date, just two friends hanging out and studying. Right?'

"Uhm, sure! Do you want to meet there or...."

"I'll pick you up at 6" Chrissy said eagerly.

"Well, see you at Enzo's!"

[mrs-march-ahs]

Kai Preparing You For The White House (G/N smut)

OK LISTEN hfjkdshf

this is an actual fantasy i had last night. appropriate? probably not, but sexy? oh my lord yes

Summary- Since you are going to be living in the White House with Kai one day, it's only appropriate that you know the pledge of allegiance off by heart.

Warnings- this is probably disrespectful to the pledge of allegiance. and maybe to the flag. maybe to america? i don't know. i'm polish. i don't really know what the pledge is. i just know it's something y'all have memorised. i, however, do not, so this is hot. also, spanking fdjskfhds.

Words- 1.7k.

This is a Gender Neutral reader, the few times I couldn't get away with neutral language, I put two options [in brackets/like this].

The reader isn't necessarily European, but obviously somebody who does not have the pledge memorised. Not yet ;)

enjoy <3

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“Do you know-”

“The muffin man?”, Winter butts in. Kai gives her a glare and then stares are his laptop again, not making eye contact with anybody when he speaks.

“The pledge”

You look at Winter, not sure whether Kai's talking to you or her. Winter stops sucking on her red vine and starts waving it around as she speaks.

“Riiiiight”, she drags out. She points her red vine at you aggressively and you look at her. “If you’re gonna be the First [Lady/Gentleman]one day, you should know it”

You stare at Winter blankly for a second, before nodding once. “The pledge of allegiance? I’ve heard it before in movies”

Winter continues to look at you, and allows Kai’s tapping on the keyboard to be the only sound in the room. You play with the frills of the cushion next to you on the floor and fill the silence with uncertainty. “Uhh”

“I pledge allegiance”, Kai starts you off very seriously.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag… of the Unites States…um”, you rest your head back on the seat of the sofa and stare at the ceiling. “And the republic for which it stands… one nation under God, w- indivisible…”, you close your eyes. “With freedom… with liberty! And justice for all”

You lift your head up to look at Winter, who gives you a thumbs up and a cheesy grin. You can’t help but smile back at her and watch as she stands off the armchair she was previously laid on, to leave.

“Very well done, First [Lady/Gentleman]”, she winks at you from the stairs and walks out of the basement.

Kai, not looking away from his laptop screen that shows an article about Beverly and a word document, stops typing for a moment.

“That’s hot”, he says.

“The pledge of allegiance?”

“No”, he replies sternly. “You saying it, you knowing it”

You look over at him next to you on the floor. He takes his hands off his laptop and pushes the coffee table away from him.

“Come here”, he whispers and straightens his legs. The eerie silence of the room only adds to the romantic atmosphere. You smile and crawl over to straddle his thighs. You put your arms around Kai’s neck, trying to scootch your body as close to his as you could.

Kai puts his large hands above your knees and slides them up, softly kneading at your exposed thighs. The touch under your shorts felt possessive and full of admiration at the same time.

“Say it again”

Kai’s dark brown eyes ever so slightly look up at you. His eyebrows raise with his words and he looks at your lips and holds back a smirk.

You play with hair on the back of Kai’s neck, practically swinging your legs and batting your eyelashes as you begin for him again. “I pledge allegiance to the flag and the republic-”

A quick slap on the back of your thigh stops any more words from coming. The contact makes you jump slightly off his lap and gasp, having to bite your lip to stop you from giggling. Sexual contact from a busy Kai was an increasingly rarer occurrence making the harsher touches even more arousing than the soft ones. He must be as desperate for you as you are for him.

You look away from Kai’s face, trying to stop smiling. A short giggle escapes your lips from the unexpected contact. Kai, noticing this, puts his hands on your ass and slides them up and down.

“Of the Unites States of America”, he corrects you. You nod and try to stay serious, despite feeling like a child in timeout.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of Unites States of America”, you bat your eyelashes for real this time. “And the republic for which it stands, one nation, indivi-”

Another slap stings you, this time directly on your right cheek. It surprises you just as much as the first one, but hurts less.

The mixture of pain and pleasure becomes even more unbalanced, and the tingle of arousal travels your body, making your body warm and your cheeks blush. Kai rubs his rough calloused hands over the red sting, tapping it lightly a few times.

You hide your face in Kai’s neck to hide your red cheeks, taking in a deep breath of his smell.

“Under God, try again”. With your mind filled with dirty thoughts and the prospect of Kai pounding you into the sofa, the correction doesn’t register in your mind. Kai is exceptional at remaining serious when he has to. You, however, have to suck in your bottom lip to not giggle again.

Another slap on the altering cheek makes you sit straight up and let out a whimpering sound. “Hmph!”

Kai’s hands leave your ass and go on the edge of the sofa behind him, pushing up off the floor and onto the sofa, strong enough to take you with him. You hold onto his shoulders and settle in on his lap once again, trying to sit down, but your sore ass making you stick it out a little, attempting to sit down a couple of times but not being able to feel comfortable.

Since you can’t sit still, Kai puts his hand in between your thighs, separating your legs and putting them both on the right side of his body. You pout a little in protest, not sure if Kai is finished with you, but he pulls you by the shoulder to lay you over his lap.

“oh my god”, you breathily whisper. Kai pulls your shorts up as far as they go, making you squirm in his lap. He hums in satisfaction at the sight of your red exposed ass.

He puts his hand down forcefully, almost slapping your cheek, grabbing it, and looking down at you. He prefers it that way.

You lay still, so aroused at the core that you wonder if Kai can feel it on his lap. Your face smushed against the sofa doesn’t stop Kai from hearing your innocent laugh slipping out at how awkward you feel at your first time over his knee.

Kai rubs your thighs a few times, and with his other hand strokes the hair out of your face to force your head on its side. He looks at you and smirks, keeping his hand on your head gently, but you look straight ahead of you. The reflection of your position on the black TV makes you close your eyes.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the Unites States of America, and the republic for which stands”, you pause and open your eyes. You bite your lip to stay serious, needing a second to retrieve the second half of the phrase. You’re a little distracted.

The reflection of you in the TV shows Kai with his hand above your cheek, straightened out flat and ready. You bury your face in your hands, feeling exposed and embarrassed at how submissive you are for this man, but he rips your hands off your face almost instantly, holding them behind your back with one hand.

“One nation…”, you exhale out of your nose and hesitantly continue. “Indivisible”

The slap echoes in the room. The filthy sound makes your cheeks redden. Both of them.

Kai tsks his tongue a few times, not being able to resist smiling at you. You take a slow breath out, squirming on his knees, not because of the embarrassment, not even because of the sting, but because the arousal prickling at your body and thighs is too much. If you don’t start moving and getting something, you might implode.

Kai pushes your legs down against the sofa, trying to keep you still. His other hand slides up your back and tickles slightly at your neck before going back up to your head. He slithers his fingers in your hair, holding down, and tugging your head up. You gasp quietly, not knowing before that his long fingers just tugging at your hair could make you shiver.

“One more time”, he demands.

“Or what?”. The words leave your lips without a second of thought.

He tugs at your hair further, forcing your neck to bend back uncomfortably. With his other hand, he legs go of your legs and lets the weight of his arm come down on your cheeks in another slap.

The feeling makes you wriggle, or attempt to, but Kai’s grip on your hair keeps you still.

“One more time”, he repeats. You take a deep breath and close your eyes.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the United States of America… and the republic for which it stands, one nation”, you pause. Opening your eyes, you question whether or not to blunder on purpose. But knowing Kai’s stamina and patience, your ass will be bleeding before he will let you off. More curious on what treat he has for you learning your lesson, you continue.

“Under God, indivisible, with… um… liberty? And justice for all”

Kai’s grip on your hair releases, making you drop your head instinctively. He lifts you off his lap, sliding out from the side, leaving you laying on the sofa. You turn your head back to look up at him climb on top of you, sitting on your legs while he unbuckles his belt. The sight makes you moan, and prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better view.

Kai pulls down your shorts in one swoop, grabbing a fistful of your ass in each hand and pulling you up. You stick it out for him, letting him see you bare and [glistening wet/dripping with precum] for him.

You look to the side at the turned off TV and watch him stroke himself like you’re watching the porn channel. He spits on your hole and pushes against it, letting the tip of his cock get swallowed in by how desperately turned on you are.

“One more time”, he repeats again. You look up at him, and quickly and frantically say the pledge, not being able to wait any longer.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the Unites States of America, and the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with freedom and justice for all”

You look at Kai with pleading eyes and stick your ass out even more. He keeps his hands spreading your cheeks and makes eye contact with you in the reflection of the TV.

“Close enough”, he mumbles defeated, and slams into you.

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[hermionesslut]

𝐒𝐄𝐀, 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄

(natasha romanoff x fem!reader)

SYNOPSIS : best friends mom smut 🙈

CONTENT WARNING : nsfw, some smut, mostly just tension i guess, infidelity, lmk what else !!

꒰ AUTHOR'S NOTE ꒱ i rlly WANT to make a part 2, no guarantee bc i’m all over the place but i had ideas i wanted to write, as well as some requests to fulfill🤞

you and your best friend were completely inseparable as cheesy as it sounds but every second with her felt light and easy. she was smart and everything any person could value in one, you spent so much time together. eventually, her home felt like yours. she had a beautiful home, it was massive, and it made you question what her parents did for a living. your best friend has two moms and an older brother. her older brother was already married and left the house by this time. she was left with her two parents and they were hard to be around at times. for instance, last night. you couldn’t make out their yelling, but it was remarkably intense. you could tell your best friend tried her best to ignore what was happening outside her door, you could see tears pooling in her eyes. but she was glad you were there, it made it all easier to swallow.

and you had stayed over the night with your best friend, her parents were fighting again, from your judgment they didn't seem too happy. but there were times when you saw the two of them, and they seemed warm together. that in that single second they were the only two people in the world and they could grow older together, happily. when you and your best friend woke up, she was pleased to find last night was over. she tells you "um, y/n i think i'm gonna go out with my mom real quick, it shouldn't take long," she smiles, "about three hours, nothing more. you can stay here if you want, i'll be back." some days she goes out with one of her moms. her name's wanda maximoff she kept her last name when she and her wife got married. she seems the frequently nicer of the two. she wears her hair long and red, she has the nicest green eyes. you try not to get lost in them..too often.

her mrs, natasha romanoff wasn’t what you’d call mean, she talked to you more than Mrs. maximoff did, but she came off as rather cold. she also had red hair, but it was deeper and slightly shorter than wands. she had lovely green eyes, but you didn’t attempt to leave them. they were unnecessarily enticing, she wore her suits with confidence, and with every step, you swore there was no mistake. no use in paying attention..she’s your best friend's mom, no use at all, there couldn’t possibly be any worse way of betrayal. this friendship certainly wasn’t something worth risking.

and as you say your goodbyes to your best friend, you lay on her bed and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. only because you couldn’t stop thinking about her, it wasn’t right, you knew but these thoughts clouded your head. you ached for them to be gone, so you decided that you should probably leave for a little while just to clear your head. you needed to change your clothes your pyjamas still covered your body. And you couldn’t possibly go outside like this.

you reached in your bag, you had plenty of clothes there. you’d settled on a black flowy dress, there were bows on the peak of the straps. it fitted perfectly around your waist and was truly suitable for the day, it was comfortable. you picked out stockings, black, to match your dress. you started to undress towards the window, thankful for the curtains and the tinted windows. as you lifted your light tank top off your neck you heard shifting outside your door. you quickly turn your body to face the disturbance. your movements are scattered, and you use your top to stifle your masked breasts. you were sure the door was shut, no more than a creak, you understand now that you’re so clearly wrong when you see mrs. romanoff standing in the doorway.

“shit..” you mumble. natasha’s eyes travel over your body before she says, “I'm sorry,” she laughs, “i just wanted to ask you something.” when she’s talking she inches closer and closer to you. your mind is perplexed, what could she possibly question right now? “i-uh—can i..”

“don’t worry, baby, it’ll only take a second.” natasha explains.

“oh uh okay.” you hesitantly reply. she always leaves you asking, wanting more. she’s inches from your face at this point.

“tell me you don’t want me, y/n."

“i–i do, but-“

“but what? wanda doesn't have to know.” she smiles, you honestly don’t quite understand why something like this could amuse her. if you proceed this would eat at you forever, but she moves closer to your lips and you forget all of your doubts. “tell me this doesn’t feel good.” natasha reaches her hand to brush your hair behind your ear and kisses you. her lips are buttery and light, she takes you softly and confidently. soon that delicately is gone and she brings you closer, your hips collide with hers. you’re a bit hesitant with the kiss at first but soon natasha pulls away.

“tell me. tell me your pussy isn’t dripping for me, please,” natasha whispers.

“i-i..” you had to weigh your options here. truly this could ruin possibly the best friendship you had, but how could you deny something like this? such an enticing woman, wanting to be all yours?

“natasha-” with that, your shirt from your arms slips and natasha kisses you again this time more intense than the other. her soft hands travel up your body, grazing the most delicate parts of you. you whimper weakly when she brushes the place you’d love to have her most. she lingers deep in your doe eyes and she asks you “you haven’t had anyone touch you like this, have you?”

you shake your head, you really haven’t, you’ve truly-barely touched yourself this way. you want natasha to show you how. natasha moves her hand from your waists to reach down your panties and she used her thumb to tease your clit. she never put any full pressure, to see how you’d react. she wanted to see how fast she could make you ache for more. she laughs when you moan and buck your hips. you plead.

"please, what? you want me to fuck you already?” nat smiles and continues before you can even begin to think of a reply. her voice deepens as she glances at your tits. ”you’re such a desperate dumb slut, baby.”

“all yours.”

[cheriechrome]

rules..... - m. estapa

details and warnings - grace hughes x mark estapa, brothers best friend

(this is all fiction!)

(Also sorry if this isn’t the best part I was kinda stuck on what to do in between pt.2 and pt.4 but I hope you like it)

part one part two

grace and Mark have done pretty well at hiding their relationship…well for the most part.

The first slip up

The freshies were all in Mark and Ethan's dorm hanging out. Grace was going to head over later but had homework to finish before she would come over.

“Dude why do you get pickles every time if you are just gonna take them off” Dylan questioned Mark.

“I'm saving them for Grace, she’ll want them when she gets here.” all three freshmen turn to look at Mark with a “wtf” expression on their faces.

“Why would you be saving them for Grace?” Ethan speaks up

“Yeah what's up with that?” Luke also questions Mark. uh. 

“Because last time I got pickles and took them off she got mad at me cause I could have given them to her” technically this wasn’t a lie but he had started doing it because he knew how much she would appreciate it. All of them seemed to buy it. With almost perfect timing Grace knocks on the dorm door after finishing her assignments.

“Finally took you long enough,” Luke says as she walks in the door.

“Oh, I'm so sorry I value my education” she moves past luke bumping him a little to sit on the bed next to Mark. She whispers a small hello to him.

“Um I saved you these,” he says while handing her the napkin with pickles on it, he really did remember the small things. 

“Aww thank you” she leans over and hugs him. The interaction is small and the pair thought it went unnoticed by the busy group too focused on their game but little did the two of them know Ethan was watching the whole thing. 

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The second slip up

Tonight was a game night and Beck and Grace were doing what they normally did, switching between watching and talking about literally everything.

“So Beck now that my love life is not our main convo anymore what's up with you and Ethan?”

“I have no clue what you are talking about” she turns away from Grace blushing.

“I knew it! you do like him!”

“Ok maybe, but you are already being the most clique person ever by dating your brother's best friend, I thought it would be too cheesy to be the two besties dating the two besties, you know?”

“Oh my god no don’t let that get in the way, I would love that” before Beck could say anything the crowd started getting loud again, both of them look to see what they were expecting was a goal but when they looked on the ice all they saw was a fight up against the glass. 

“Holy shit Mark undid someone's bubble,” Beck says to Grace.

“What the fuck?” sure Mark was Mark but this seemed different he was pissed like royally pissed. 

Meanwhile, while Grace and Beck waited in the tunnel for their friends, Mark was getting questioned by his fellow teammates about why he lost his mind on the set of players.

“Mark, what the hell happened out there?” Luke questioned him.

“I- uh” Mark didn’t know what to say cause the truth was the player he had now forgotten anything about was chirping as one does but this time it was about Grace. It was kinda known amongst people that the team was like a bunch of older brothers to her and were pretty protective so she tended to be an easy target for shit talking. Now telling the truth wasn’t a bad thing cause who would be mad at the other person for defending their sibling, Mark was just so paranoid about Luke questioning why he got so mad.

“All I heard was Grace’s name and I look over and Marks on the dude so I’m assuming it had something to do with her” Nolan who had become a part of the fight spoke up.

“Wait that’s why the fight started?” Ethan quizzed Mark yet again.

“Yeah I don’t remember anything he said exactly now but he was talking bad about her and you know that's not cool I mean any of you would do it.” A string of “that's true” came out.

Again Mark thought pretty much everyone believed him but Ethan now officially had his eyebrow raised.

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Eddy and Mark were back in their dorm after the game sitting in an almost solid silence.

“So how long have you and Grace been dating?” oh fuck.

“I don’t know what you're talking about man”

“Ok bullshit don’t act like you haven't been all lovey and protective over her recently, sure you have always been but since you asked her to formal it has doubled, btw asking her was bold of you considering how Luke is. I'm surprised he hasn't put two and two together yet.”

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Well at least to me it is, no one else has said anything but I wouldn’t be surprised if someone else has a hunch.”

“When did you figure it out”

“Well I was curious when you asked her out but when we were all hanging out in the dorms when she hugged you for a very long time is when I guessed you  asked her out officially.”

“Jeez, you and beck are meant for each other,” Mark mumbles at Ethan.

“WHAT?”

“Oh nothing” Mark laughed.

“No, you tell me right now….”

[rainy-knights-of-villany]

Finding Hero - Part 4

Villain scrolled through various social media, waiting for Supervillain to finish changing. "You done yet?"

"Hey, I need to look good for our first battle with Hero!"

"Wouldn't it be better to blend into the shadows or something? Sneak up on them?"

"Well where's the fun in that? And don't worry, I've got something for you too!"

"Great..." Villain tried their best to hide their excitement. Supervillain was really good at this.

They walked out of the changeroom with a long dress, long gloves, hair, lipstick and contact lenses that were all purple. They also carried an ornate sword, just for good measure. "So, how do I look?"

"Um... good! Yeah, really good."

Supervillain chuckled. "Gosh, remind me not to let you play poker against me. I'd take everything."

Villain just nearly stopped themselves from saying something cheesy. "Uh- so, you said you had something planned for me too?"

"Mhm. How does a black leather jacket and skirt sound, for starters? Goes well with this T-shirt with a squirrel on it, and-"

Hero had been waiting in line at the bank for half an hour. They didn't know if this was the one the villains would be attacking, but they had something to do first.

The line moved slow, but eventually...

"Next!"

"Oh, hi! Uhh... So I was going to ask if I could take out a little loan.

"Your name?"

"Hero."

"Hero... oh, I know you! You're that one who got fired!"

"Yup. That's me..."

"Says here you're in debt. A whopping... twelve thousand?"

"Sounds about right. Listen, I just need to pay my rent for the month, and-"

"Usually we don't issue loans to people already in debt. Just a matter of making sure we're paid back."

"That's super understandable. But I've got a job interview in a few days, I'll get the money then-"

"You're not even employed, currently?"

"Well, no-"

The teller took a deep breath, then sighed. "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."

"Wish me a little luck?"

"You'll need it. Next!"

Hero was halfway to the door when the most ridiculously dressed people he had ever seen walked through.

"Alright everyone! This is a robbery!" Supervillain gave a big stretch, then pulled a sword from seemingly nowhere, walking towards the counter. This was it. Hero's moment to come back into the spotlight.

They coughed, then stumbled over a chair they were sure wasn't there before. "Stop!"

"Aww! You arrived on time! Now that's what I like to see in a date."

"This is not a date!" Hero blushed, thankful that the civilians were more preocupied with escaping or hiding than looking at them.

"Then why'd you get all dressed up? Nice vintage suit, by the way."

"I borrowed it. And I was here for some other stuff too, wasn't sure if you'd arrive here or not."

"Honey, this is the smallest bank in the city. Really good for villains starting out. You'd think they'd have better security."

Hero studied their surroundings. Besides Villain and Supervillain, there were three others that looked like they were with them. Almost everyone had evacuated, and those that hadn't looked frightened.

Metal gates had started to close over the teller's desk, but Supervillain had propped it up with their sword. "So, darling, what are you gonna do? Stop me from getting the money first, or stop the one who's going to stop you, also known as Villain?"

Villain waved from the corner, white fire rising from their hand.

"Like I'd reveal my plan. Anyway, you should probably go before a real hero gets here." Hero stepped forward, trying to look more confident than they felt.

Villain raised an eyebrow. "You are a real hero. You saved people."

"Yeah, but they don't see it that way. And when they arrive here, we're all in trouble."

Villain laughed, and sent a beam of fire in their direction, leaving Hero to dodge it. Supervillain hopped over the counter, then hopped back over seconds later, dollar bills caught in their hair, and holding their sword up.

Hero ducked and weaved, trying to play on the defensive as more villains started to approach. They didn't want to risk using their power, they hadn't been able to control it since-

Villain grabbed their wrist, flames beginning to engulf their hand. Hero had managed to pull back just in time for their hand to not get set alight, but Villain's hand showed faint burn marks, the injury transferred over.

Supervillain noticed, and stuck their arm out in front of Villain protectively, raising their sword, just before they heard sirens.

"Oh shoot, there goes our fun. Your hand okay, Villain?"

"Yeah... just needs a bit of healing."

"Well, we'll see you soon, Hero. Love ya!"

The villains fled the scene, leaving Hero to sort it all out. But despite that, maybe it had been a little fun?

[kiridarling]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

request | Can I have royalty au (soon to be king bakugou) (and soon to be queen reader) , katsuki and reader are supposed to be getting married (not to eachother) but they end up sneaking around and doing IT with eachother so top!kats , exhibition , begging , dumbification and spanking THANK YOU💞💞

this lovely request was submitted for the kissing booth event (the rest of the drabbles come out soon, ahem :)) so, if this was your request, um...hAHA whoops.

katsuki bakugou | f!reader, royalty!au, infidelity, nondescript!fiancés, angst (gasp), fingering, exhibitionism, dumbification + more! minors dni!

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“C'mon, princess...can I make you feel good once last time?

You're getting married.

No more ignorance is bliss, no more I didn't know any better—this is when you put all your childish antics to the side and fucking woman up, now in charge of the safety of your kingdom and its inhabitants and whatnot. So yes, you must snuff all your adolescent tendencies, and that includes sleeping with the Crowned Prince of the neighboring kingdom behind your fiancé's backs.

But, boys are stubborn. And stupid.

Ding ding ding!

"Excuse me, Everyone!" Your fiancé announces to the crowd in your dining room as he stumbles to his feet, spoon clinking against his glass. He nearly trips, but no one sees except yourself. "I would like to make a toast."

You frown. This wasn't a part of the rehearsal dinner.

"First of all, I would like to thank you all for being able to be with us tonight," he says, shoving the glass higher in the air. As red wine splashes over the rim, you think to remind him that isn't a toast, it's the beginning of a speech, but your comments have rarely deterred the man in the past. "As you’re all aware, this marriage is vital. Not only for our kingdom, but for the neighboring kingdom as well."

Your fiancé regards the Bakugou’s with a lift of his chalice. In the coming weeks, two arranged marriages will melt the four most influential kingdoms into two, and your fiancé and his family had the genius to throw a massive Gala to celebrate it. You wouldn’t be surprised if they got off to the idea of stretching themselves so thin their hair falls out at age thirty; they won’t even allow you to choose the type of dress for your wedding.

"I would also like to thank my lovely, lovely wife, for just being so... lovely.” Your fiancé chuckles, accompanied by an uncomfortable massage to your shoulder. The guests find amusement in how whipped he is as he gazes your way expectantly, conceivably wishing to see you swoon at the compliment. All you give him is a blank face. His elation falters.

"You know, when I first met this woman, I knew she was going to be the love of my life," your fiancé shakes your glare off. You purposely block out the rest of his story in favor of folding and unfolding your napkin again, puffing under your breath at the cheesy comment.

"Sap," you grunt to yourself, obviously. You don't expect anyone to hear, but there's a snort to your right. Your eyes lift from your lap—and straight into Katsuki's smug blood red ones. He winks at you from across the table and your eyes roll at that, though there's a small smile playing on your face that's impossible to hide.

"Isn't that right [Y/N]!...[Y/N]?"

You blink yourself back to life, eyes reluctantly leaving Katuski's hypnotic ones for the pair that make you nauseous, "Oh—u-um, yep!"

The place bursts in laughter and there's even a little smile dancing on Katsuki's face. He catches you staring so your eyes divert to your lap, but his remain a physical force against you for the rest of the night.

*selene — the greek goddess of the moon

The balcony is much nicer than the ballroom.

For one, it's the farthest place you could have gone from the commotion, all the way on the opposite side of the castle. It's a solid five-minute walk when you aren't in heels and a heavy petticoat, but it provides a lovely view of your front yard, subjecting you to watch the early-sleepers leave in their carriages to call it a night. Meanwhile, *Selene watches you from her telescope the moon with a sigh and a sad smile, because she's the only one who knows how completely and utterly alone you will be.

You glare at her—the goddess doesn't waver.

Bitch.

It's no secret that Gala’s like these get overwhelming—especially when you're the center of attention. You see Lord Shinsou (Earl) stuff the eager Lord Kaminari (Baron) into his silver-plated carriage before looking around to ensure no one saw, and blanche upon seeing your figure stood on the balcony. You salute so he knows his secret is safe with you, and relief washes over his face before he too hops into the carriage. What a scandal, you giggle.

Plenty of couples resign home after that; it makes you uneasy. You're unsure as to why, but you have the ever-increasing urge to nip at your fingernails until you don't have them anymore, and jamming the sharpest point of your heel into the concrete seems like the only proper way to release enough kinetic energy before you explode.

"He loves me."

He does, embarrassingly so—so what's the issue?

There isn't an issue; there shouldn't be. He reminds you how pretty you are and you compliment his influence. Neither of you are marrying down. You look good together. The kingdom's future power couple if you will, where you two supposedly mold the great future in your peculiarly young hands. There isn't an issue. You're the one for him, and he's the one for you.

The balcony door whines open. You don't turn around, praying whoever it is will see that it's occupied and turn the other cheek. Yet, the stomp of whoever's boots only grow louder until you’re adjacent to a shadow of a being, his chin lifted towards the stars. You catch a glimpse of blond hair, though dyed a pale white by the silver moon, and you two stand in a strangely comfortable silence, watching carriages roll out of your driveway.

The silence doesn’t last for long, though. It never does.

"D’ya always go disappearing like that?"

You frown. "What?"

"I don't fuckin' know," Katsuki grumbles—he has yet to look at you. Seems like Selene captures more than one person's attention tonight. "Blinked and you were gone."

Your frown only deepens, and you return your attention to the courtyard. "I didn't know you were paying attention."

The ash-blond presses his forearms against the railing for support. "I wasn't. He was."

Oh.

"Said he wants you to come back, so," Katsuki clicks his tongue, carmine red eyes finally flicking your way through the darkness. You don’t dare look at him. “You run off often, or what?"

"Tell him I'll come back in a second," you sigh, balancing your face in your hand. Katsuki says nothing, but he doesn't leave, and you hate that you don't mind.

Until he points towards a couple crossing the lawn and says, "Oi, that's the Duke from my fiancé's kingdom. Fucker tried to poison my dad for the throne—straightened him out real quick.”

"Why are you talking to me?" You snap like a cornered animal. Katsuki lifts an eyebrow.

"What? I can't have a goddamn conversation?"

"I—" your chest rises and falls with a reason to why he can't, but you can only come up with one—and you don't want to think about it.

"Listen. I don't like these things either, alright?" He huffs defensively, so defensively that you have to take a step back. "If I have the opportunity to get some fresh air, I'm gonna fuckin' take it."

You shrug, supposing it makes you one and the same. The wind blows, not harsh, but harsh enough to ruffle your gown, and make the gold jewelry decorating Katsuki's tunic jingle.

“So. I guess this is it, ain’t it?”

You sigh, “Katsuki, you know we—“

"Yeah yeah, that's all you fuckin' say," he growls bitterly, and you blink in a poor attempt to find where the animosity came from. His face twists in an ugly way as he sits his hands on his hips, nose scrunched to mockingly pitch his voice that doesn't sound like yours at all. "We can't, we shouldn't—"

"Because we shouldn't!" You nearly shout, and Katsuki jumps from how quickly you raise your voice. "Because—because if we get caught, we're fucked. And I can't go to sleep terrified that I'll wake up to an exposé tomorrow morning and get beheaded by the afternoon. So...please. Just stop."

Katsuki clicks his tongue.

"You don't love that asshole."

Your throat feels tight—much too tight to be comfortable, and your chest rises and falls with disbelief as you search for the words before you can talk again, eyes never dropping from the stars. You've had this conversation, fuck, you have it too often; often enough to know that he would say those exact words, and enough to know precisely what you'll say in response.

"I love him, Katsuki."

"No, no you fuckin' don't," the ash-blond chucks a laugh and it's nothing short of acrid, his words eating away at your skin more than you'd like them to. You sigh, resting your forearms on the railing too.

"I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Always gotta be so goddamn emotionally unavailable, huh?" He growls, glare set on the mountains presented in front of you. You feel his suit jacket hit your freezing shoulders, unaware of the cool temperatures until you feel the cloth brush against goosebumps. It’s your turn to laugh bitterly.

“Careful. People might think we’re getting married to each other.”

“One day you’ll let me fuckin’ live,” he grunts, and your eyes meet for the first time. His usual red is dyed a deep purple by the moonlight, their usual hardness traded for something much softer. “Can’t even give you a jacket when you’re shivering like a goddamn leaf in the wind.”

You give him a look of utter exhaustion because you’re tired—tired of all this running around and hiding, the secrecy. It eats at your insides like a caterpillar does a leaf, knowing that you go to sleep every night to a man who’ll barely touch you, but at the same time, feeling guilty that you don’t need nor want him to.

“Why are you here?”

Katsuki clicks his tongue. His warm body settles behind yours, close enough to feel the warmth but not close enough to feel him. “You looked lonely.”

“I thought my fiancé told you to get me?” You ask, raising a suspicious eyebrow. Katsuki rolls his eyes, his arms settling on both sides of yours.

“He did. But I didn’t refuse the damn request either.”

“You saw my loneliness all the way from the ballroom. What an eyesight,” you scoff. Katsuki’s eyes narrow, but it’s clear he’s fighting a grin because you’re a little shit who loves giving him a hard time. The ash-blond’s chest rises and falls, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“You know what I mean.”

You snort, tilting your head to the right. You suppose you do.

“And I’m marrying a bitch,” he adds to his list of grievances, his hands finding yours to gently play with your fingers. You nod in agreement. A bitch she is.

“And...I’m really going to fuckin’ miss you.”

It might as well pass for nothing but a breath, eyes trained on your held hands. His chest suspends like he has more to say, but his teeth tear at the inside of his cheek before he can. “I—fuck, I get it, okay? I’m a selfish asshole—“

“This doesn’t have to do wit—“

“And I really, really need to get my fuckin’ priorities straight. I mean, they are, just not in the way they should be.”

“Hey,” you chastise, shaking his hands for his attention. “You can’t control who you love, okay?"

Katsuki grumbles at that but you refuse, turning around to look him in the eyes.

"And neither can I.”

You let go of his hands in favor of pulling him down via his cheeks and giving him a big fat kiss on the lips. It’s peckish and brief, but it’s sweet and gets your point across. It's comfortable.

“The hell was that for?” Katsuki asks once you pull away. Though you see him struggle to hide a grin, eyes squinting more than they should.

“Easy,” you say, stepping forwards (as if there’s any space for that), “You looked lonely.”

Katsuki snorts, dropping his head, “Bastard.”

“And I’m being married off to an asshole,” you lament, pulling his face so close to the point you’re sure the strain on his back has got to be anything but sexy. He accommodates anyways—Katsuki always has; and night seems to suspend along with his baited breath as he waits for the next line, eyes shining with a painful hope you’re about to confirm.

“And I’m really, really going to miss you,” you say, shaking your head at how utterly true that statement is. Fuck.

The vulnerability slowly fades from his eyes at that, and Katsuki hums, clammy hands finding their rightful place around your hips.

“You shouldn’t call him an asshole, you know,” he says, face inching so close you can smell the champagne on his breath. “He means well.”

“I didn’t know you cared,” you quip back, raising an eyebrow. Katsuki shrugs, and you don’t realize he’s backing you up until your back kisses the cool railing.

“Well. I can’t help but feel a little bad,” he says cheekily as he inches closer, “‘Cause I make you feel so good, don’t I, Princess? Last time I checked, better than he ever could.”

You scoff at his audacity though it’s all good-natured, eyes preferring the moon over his heated gaze as he turns you around to face the courtyard.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, redirecting your attention using a finger on your jaw, “Eyes on me, Princess. You look really fuckin’ pretty under the stars, y’know.”

You snort at the compliment, rolling your eyes.

“‘M serious. A fuckin’ goddess,” he growls, leaving wet kisses up the column of your neck. Your breath hitches as he reaches your sweet spot and sucks, and you’re swatting him away before he can leave a mark.

“I sai—“

“One last time, Princess,” he bargains lowly as his hot hands slide their way from your waist to your breasts, taking their sweet time. Katsuki hooks his chin on your shoulder. “Lemme—Can I make you feel good one last time?”

You’re nodding with a whimper before you can berate yourself for being so fucking easy, the thought of not being able to indulge yourself with this, with him, any longer tosses any and all resistance out the window.

“Good,” Katsuki hums, tweaking your nipples through the bodice. “‘M gonna pay you back for being so good to me, yeah? For puttin' up with all my shit."

You scoff, mouth dropping to tell him you weren't putting up with his shit, but then a warm hand lands on your thigh—somehow, he's found a way under your dress. The hand slides up inner thigh and you feel Katsuki's chest shudder against your back as he finally reaches where you need him most.

"K-Kats—"

"Shhh, you don't want them to hear us, do you?" He grunts, pulling your panties to the side. You shiver from the change in temperature, watching another Duke and Duchess of half-drunkenly stumble into their carriages for the night, before there's a crack of a whip and hooves beat towards the exit. It's only a reminder of how painfully exposed you two are—one glance towards the balcony and any onlooker would know exactly what's happening. You hate it.

You hate that you don't.

"Atta girl," Katsuki purrs, groaning as he inserts a finger. You shiver, the weight of his being practically trapping you against the railing. "Always so fuckin' tight. I swear that asshole never fucks you right."

Katsuki's never been an impatient man and fills you with a second finger awfully fast, chuckling when you bite into the meat of your palm to hold back a whimper. His hips start to grind against the puff of your dress and he groans as quietly as he can, carelessly shoving down the sleeve of his suit jacket to bite into your shoulder.

You let out a broken moan much too loud for this time of night and it prompts Katsuki's free hand to stuff an equal amount of fingers into your mouth. "Y'know, something tells me you wanna get caught. You want the whole world to know how much you fuckin' hate that bastard, huh?"

You choke as Katsuki slides in a third digit next to the second, the slap of his palm against your pussy becoming nothing but obscene as your slick accentuates the sound. His hips speed up against your ass and that's enough friction to have the ash-blond groaning, along with the spit that drips down his forearm.

"So dirty for me, Princess," his hips stutter when you push back, tongue laving over the bite mark you'll probably have to conceal in the morning. Asshole. "You wanna cum like this, don't you? You're gonna cum all over my fingers in front of the entire royal court. Dumb little girl, can't even keep her mouth shut to keep us from gettin' caught."

You jam your heel into the balcony concrete so hard you positive it cracks before you're coming all over Katsuki's fingers, nearly choking on the ones in your mouth as you release the loudest broken moan you have that night. Katsuki's hips stutter against you and you're positive he's filling his boxers from the airy moan that follows, and his hand goes limp in your mouth before it slides out completely.

Your chests balloon in unison, his body draped over yours, and as you two catch your breath under the moonlight, you can’t help but think how much you’re going to miss this.

"Run away with me."

"I—" he does this. He always does this. He makes you feel on top of the world, acting like everything's fine, and then he pulls this shit on you. You look everywhere but him, nearly scoffing in disbelief. "Katsuki—"

"C'mon, Princess," Katsuki scrambles to flip you by the waist until your back is flush against the railing again and he’s cradling both your hands in his semi-damp ones. There’s a look in his eyes you don’t like, and it makes your chest burn. "Across the sea, people are movin’ over there and I—I know someone there, okay? Someone we could stay with, maybe help us get back on our feet an-and I found a fuckin’ ferry guy to take us across, and I can even pay him a little extra, o-or you, or—"

"Katsuki," you give him a sad smile, squeezing his hands tight. There's hope, too much hope in his eyes and it's fucking blinding. "Running away? I—this is—we have an obligation, we can't jus—"

"It'll be fine," he insists, stepping forwards and squeezing you back twice as hard. You sigh."I—the two kingdoms can merge or whatever the fuck they wanna do and then we'll be—"

"Katsuki."

"I—fuck Princess, I don't beg but goddammit, I'll do whatever you fuckin' want, get on my knees, I ca—"

"You really want to know what I want?"

Katsuki freezes. It's the first time you've ever seen some semblance of emotion in him that isn't anger or lust, with carmine red irises swimming in unshed tears—and fuck, you hate the sight. You want to shoot yourself in the fucking foot for what you’re about to do, but it’s for the best. It always is.

"Love her."

Katsuki looks at you, and his face drops, chest shuddering.

"I can't."

You drop his hands in favor of holding his face, thumbing at the hot tears running as they fall. God, Katsuki’s pretty—too pretty for his own good and he doesn’t even know it. His unsteady hands find themselves massaging your ribs and your foreheads knock together. "You need to try. Love her as much as you love me, yeah?"

"'S fuckin' impossible," Katsuki says with a wet snort, shaking his head with eyebrows raised. You giggle, throat impossibly tight.

"Almost, then? For me."

Katsuki’s red eyes stare at you through the darkness. You have half a mind to look the other way, but you figure you owe him this if nothing else, and as he lovingly absorbs your being under the moonlight for the last time, you really wish you could take your words back.

"I'll...fuck. Fine. I'll try." Katsuki resigns with a shrug, shaking his head. You two sniffle in unison and you suppress the strange urge to pinch him. "'M not gonna try to get over you, though. Sorry, not sorry."

You roll your eyes at that but it's all good-natured, followed by a choke you struggle to hide as his arms coil around your waist, "Then I won't either."

A genuine grin spreads across his face, and it’s borderline giddy—and a stark contrast against the waterworks. "She finally fuckin' admits it."

"Figured it was about time," you give him a wobbly smile before your eyes flicker to his, red blurring from being so close. Selene looks upon both of you with a reminiscent sigh.

"I love you, Katsuki Bakugou."

Katsuki sniffs before he laughs; it's wet, and near bitter, and he pulls you so close your face nearly shoves into his chest. "Fuck. Fuck, you're an asshole, you know that?"

"This is when you say it back," you bargain, squishing his cheeks. Katsuki presses his forehead deeper into yours.

"I love you too, Asshole."

He speaks with a softness you've never heard and it's like a gunshot to the heart, and as his lips inch closer to yours as your hands slide to thumb at his ears. One last kiss wouldn't hurt, would it?

Until there's a whistle and the click of footsteps. You and Katsuki jump a mile apart.

"Oh, [Y/N]! You're still out here in the cold?" Your fiancé asks with a raised eyebrow, but it seems like that's only an afterthought as he turns to Katsuki to say, "Your wife’s found the alcohol."

"Great," the ash-blond groans, understanding the translation—your fiancé is piss drunk in the ballroom.

"I do recommend you take her home. She's making quite a mess of the eclairs. And her face."

Katsuki heads inside without giving you a second glance, and your fiancé gives him a solid pat on the way in before turning to you halfway through the doorway, "Are you coming inside, Darling?"

"In a moment," you say with a smile. Your hand never leaves the railing. "Just getting some fresh air."

"Alrighty, then. I'll be in the bedroom. Waiting~" he winks, and with that, he's spinning on his heel, and you're alone with the moon again.

You watch Katsuki guide his inebriated fiancé into the carriage lovingly, with a smile on his face that isn't quite the one he wears with you but close enough, whispering whatever pleases her at the time with a chaste kiss on the cheek. You feel comfort in knowing that he has someone to love and someone to be loved by. He doesn't look your way—not once.

It's not until they drive away that you realize you still have his suit jacket draped over your shoulders. You don't doubt he did that on purpose, either.

Asshole.

[ravenadottir]

I've been on a massive Love Island marathon-watch (seriously, watched S4 in like a week) and I was wondering, did you ever do what it would be like those cute intro videos for the LITG S2 gang? Y'know, like "Hi, I'm Bobby! I'm 24, from Glasgow and I'm here to bring a little bit of sweet and spicy into the Villa. Joking! But I'm a pastry chef, so I'm obvs taking my own apron with me." I would LOVE your take on it, all the OG boys and girls, Lurik, Casa Amor faves, the works

islanders' intro

i think about this a lot and i'm shocked i've never sat down to try and figure it out. because there might be a lot of length, it's fair to make a couple of parts for this ask.

i'm starting with OG boys + OG girls. and i love the one you gave us for bobby, but i would like to add a couple of things, so let's see:

bobby. "Hi, I'm Bobby! I'm 24, from Glasgow and I'm here to bring a little bit of sweet and spicy into the Villa. Joking! But I'm a pastry chef, so I'm obvs taking my own apron with me." *smiles and plays with a dreadlock* "i'm looking for someone who's not afraid of being themselves. i want to be in the middle all the time so the person i'm with has to like that too." *chuckles* "if she's a good friend and enjoys cheesy jokes because my personality is a Tunworth!" *insert record scratch effect here and the studio goes silent* "get it? turnworth? the cheese?" *chuckles again* "anyway, i like people who are sincere and perhaps are not afraid to be honest... i don't mind cold blooded people since i'm from glasgow..."

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gary. "my name is gary. i'm from chatham and i'm 23." *smirks* "i don't have the best luck with love and i guess i'm trying to change that... i'm a crane operator, so... not the ideal place to meet a nice bird. *his pictures continue to roll in the back and he notices them* "did my nan send you these?" *a high school gary with glasses and skinny appears* "she couldn't find a more flattering one? jeez, nan, i'm trying to find a woman here. anyway! i'm looking for someone who's not into drama, who's chill and can keep up with me on the outside. i'm always at the pub with my friends so she would be there with me! *winks* "i don't have many friends on the outside but that's also something i want to change." *a picture of him and dicky appears* "he's the reason why i applied to the show. he's always busting my arse to find someone and... i mean... signing up for a show where other 75 thousand hot people did the same sounds like infallible logic to me! it's gonna be a blast!" *chuckles* "i'm hoping to shake off the curse of always being a friend."

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ibrahim. "hi, i'm ibrahim, i'm 22 and i come from birmingham. i'm a professional golf players and- *notices the calendar picture floating on the screens behind him* "oh my days, please don't show those...* rubs his eyes* my friends call me rahim..."

producer: "can you tell us a bit more, rahim?"

"well, i grew up with older brothers so i'm the youngest. i um... i started playing golf because of my uncle."

"i meant about your past relationships. tell us more about your last girlfriend."

"um... so... it didn't work..." *chuckles*

"um... okay! that's a wrap!"

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noah. "h-hi, i'm noah. i'm 25 years old and i'm from romford. i work as a librarian." *smiles nervously* "i'm looking for a girlfriend, i guess you can say. i don't like being single... even though i enjoy the silence."

“hun, you can relax, no one here bites.” said the producer. "tell us more about your girlfriends.”

“well, i um, i had a serious relationship that ended a few months ago.”

“swell, darling! what's her name?”

“um, it's priya. we sort of... gave it a second try but broke up after three months.”

the producer says, amused. “i’m sorry, did you say priya?”

“yes... is-is there… a problem?”

"not at all, hun."

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rocco. "hey, what's cooking, i'm rocco, i'm 21 and i come from belfast." *smirks* i come from everywhere actually. i love traveling in my van, meeting new people... making connections. i'm looking for something that transcends this plain... i've been everywhere you can imagine so i have a lot of experience. there was this one long set of staircases, you probably never heard of it, and i bet with a friend i would get to the top, and the more i pushed myself the more excited to get to the top i got." *winks* "i guess i've been chasing that feeling ever since. i love connections, people, relationships. i want to be able to say i lived the life i set out for myself." *runs hand on his hair* "my type is every girl! i can't say i like one specific type of girl... but she has to be fit, mate! and a little feisty. and she doesn't beat around the bush." *smirks* "that's my job."

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lottie. "hi, i'm lottie... never call me charlotte." *stares at the camera* "i'm 24 years old, from melbourne. i'm looking for someone loyal. loyal, did you hear me? i'm so sick of dealing with boys who think dating is a free pass for going around..." *sighs* "i want to find someone who has their shit together, like me. it's about time." smirks and sticks tongue out* "my type is someone who's not only loyal but keeps it real. i call people out on their bullshit and whoever is with me needs to do the same." *sighs again* "i'm a makeup artist so you know i'm not exactly swimming in prospects! i hate to say that, because it's a stereotype, but it's true!" *laughs* i'm looking forward to meeting the girls as well, because i think a firm alliance can't go wrong... if you have friends everything is easier."

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marisol. "i'm marisol, 24, from portsmouth and i'm a law student. my friends say my type is problematic, but in this day and age, who isn't?" *smiles* "i can always tell when someone is lying, i'm very good at that. and i can't help but analyze people sometimes... i just like to be prepared for what's to come." *chuckles* "i'm here to meet someone that can keep up with me. i'm always caffeinated and that counts for a lot! between school, family, friends and my personal hobbies, i never stop... maybe that's why i'm single. hopefully they can keep up with me."

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hope. "hello! i'm hope, 26 years old, from london. i'm a brand ambassador and i'm soo ready to settle down." *laughs* "my type ios definitely tall, dark and handsome, very quiet, very gentleman-y... almost shy, d'ya know you what i mean?! i've been single forever because i just dive in! i can be a little... intense when i'm in love, but i don't think you can find someone who doesn't! *laughs* i'm also excited to meet the girls... i think we're gonna be great friends. at least, i hope we do."

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hannah. "hi, i'm hannah, i'm 21, and i'm from st. albans." *joins hands with a dreamy look* i'm hoping to find my prince charming this summer! my type is someone older, more experient and wise. i also have a problem with connecting because i can come across as shy but... i don't know, i have a feeling things are gonna work out!" *giggles* "i've been single forever so i'm ready to meet everyone! i'm currently working as a social media assistant but i'm hoping to change name tags soon... i want to be a writer and i think coming to love island will help me come out of my shell..." *giggles again* "get it? shell, island...?"

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priya. "hello! i'm priya, i'm 29 and i'm from manchester!" *crosses legs* i'm a realtor, but i'm definitely one of the good ones, hun! i can hook you up..." *gestures phone* i've been single for i-don't-know-how-long!" *laughs and flips hair* "my type is tall, dark and handsome, shy and... well, i'm not gonna say he has to be rich, but surely it doesn't hurt doesn't it?!" *chuckles* i'm also excited to meet the girls, i'm a very fun person to have around so i know they're gonna love me! i can't wait for the parties we're gonna have because it's been really long since i had a holiday, so i'm really looking forward to it!" *cracks fingers* "i'm not saying i'm stepping on people's toes but... i came here to find someone, so if i see someone i like, i'm definitely going for it... even if he's coupled up."

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[hoebaring]

Just The Two Of Us (5) | Kim Taehyung

In which two ambiverts who are conscientious, resourceful, firm, and slightly egoistic happen to realise, discover, and explore the possibility of being in love. It’s a dream-like almost magical romance focusing on what I love to call “the butterfly inducing effect”. So, get comfy, grab a tub of ice cream, maybe get a few tissues and be prepared to experience romance like no other and fall in love.

I fell in love with you, I don’t know why, I don’t know how, I just did.

Tags/Warnings :- An Office Au, Ceo!Taehyung, Secretary!Y/N A fairytale in an office. Cheesy. Highly Romantic. TaehyungxReader.

Written by Author L

Cross posted on Wattpad

Word count :- 730 Words

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The Only Way Out

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Seokjin exclaimed rather harshly as he stood up from the armchair.

"No, as a matter of fact, I'm definitely not"

"THAT WAS A RHETORICAL QUESTION!"

"Right um sorry" Taehyung mumbled under his breath and shuffled in his seat.

"Jesus! Taehyung how could you say that?!"

"I- I don't know, it just randomly hit me"

Seokjin pinched the bridge of his nose and frowned frustratedly.

"You can't just lie to our parents like that! You are not dating Y/N!"

"I know hyung! I know!"

"It's just...I- I have no idea why I lied. And why I said Y/N's name in the first place. It all just happened so quickly. And I guess I couldn't think straight... I really don't know what I'm supposed to do now hyung. Please, just help me out" Taehyung said as he lowered his head and sighed in distress.

Seokjin softened at his brother's desperation. The situation was indeed shitty, and there was nothing they could do to reverse it. Seokjin's frown disappeared and shoulders dropped as he sat down next to his brother and put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's fine Tae, we'll figure something out"

Taehyung could actually figure it out on his own and get himself out of this terrible situation, but after miserably messing up by 'accidentally' saying (lying) that he was dating Y/N, he thinks Seokjin might just be the better person to solve this crap. You know, since you don't always have to face problems alone.

"I really hope we do hyung."

The two of them spend some time in silence, both of their minds occupied with thoughts, plans and consequences. After a while Seokjin stands up, walks towards the large glass windows, turns around swiftly, and looks Taehyung in the eye.

"Okay Tae, here's what we, you are gonna do. "

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"So you're telling me..." Taehyung pauses for a moment, glances at Seokjin and continues.

"That your plan to getting me married, preferably to Y/N, is lying about how I'm falling in love with her?"

"Yes"

"...And make her fall in love with me?"

"Uhuh"

"...And then magically get married to her?" Taehyung questioned as he air quoted the word 'magically'.

"Oh yeah"

"All in 3 months?"

"Precisely."

Taehyung heaved out a sigh and shook his head.

"Hyung, I don't think that's gonna work"

"Why not?! Taehyung-ah look. For the first month, you'll have to take it slow. Try getting her attention, have lunch with her and talk to her more. Second month try to take her out for dates, spend time with her, and by that, I mean personal time. Something aside from work. Get her to like you, your presence. And towards the end of the third month, you can ask her to marry you." Seokjin concludes in the most persuasive way.

"Easy for you to say hyung! You're an actor and conveniently also the most romantic man alive!"

"Oh! You're Kim Taehyung! Uni's heartthrob and world's most desirable man. The plan is fool proof, you got this!" 

Taehyung says nothing. He tries to think of something else. Another solution. Maybe even an escape but nothing seems to be coming to his mind. What if he told his parents the truth? Would his parents lose faith in him? Would he lose his accountability? Would he be forced to get married to Su-min? What if he told Y/n the truth and asked her to cooperate? Ugh! What is this? A fricking business deal? It sounds so wrong.

"Come on Tae, what do you think?"

"I- I don't know hyung. Well- wait how on earth would anyone agree to get married in 3 months? Moreover I'm her boss for God's sake!"

Seokjin sighed for the millionth time that evening.

"Well, you got a better plan then?"

Taehyung fell silent. He thought long and hard. But no matter how hard he thought, his brother's plan seemed to be right. This stupid plan for some odd reason seemed to be the only solution. The only escape. The only way out. Regardless of how ridiculous and deceitful it was. Maybe this could actually work? All Taehyung has to do is pretend. Pretend to love her. How difficult could it possibly be?

"No."

"Then shut the fuck up and do it." 

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Here it is! Slightly unsatisfied with this one, but I couldn't delay it any longer. I don't want to keep yall waiting for too long. It does the job tho. Might come back and edit it later. But this is it for now! Until next time!

[taegyuun]

biology class

genre: fluff, acquaintances to lovers, highschool au

word count: 2.5k

pairing: jungwon x reader

requested? yes

notes: i hope you like this i really love college/school concepts and i was super excited to write this, also i had to search up topics for biology in highschool so if this seems too easy/hard for a bunch of 16 year olds y’know why. also yes i know in korea they have uniforms but for the sake of this they can wear their own clothes. I've been writing this all day, literally since the second i woke up until now which is 19:05 pm. I'm extremely proud of this so i hope you enjoy! texting is in bold.

yang jungwon.

the campus’ ‘it boy’. everyone knew, loved, hated, or couldn’t decide whether they wanted to be him or with him. people definitely had mixed opinions on him but it was mainly the boys who gave him the glances of evil.

they were jealous.

the kid was known for being easy going, naturally sweet to everyone and academically smart. but one thing that did tick the boys off though, were his talents. sure, there were many boys and girls in school that were nice and pretty and smart but somehow, yang jungwon just had to have it all.

not only could he sing, he could dance too.

not only could he be sweet, he could turn and give the cold glare too.

he was the definition of a perfect boy... and that’s exactly how you got involved with him. let’s just say you were at the brink of being infatuated with him.

but how could you not be? even though you two barely spoke together, when you did - even if it was only about the topic of your class - you felt like he was genuinely interested in what you had to say and it never felt forced. you always felt like he cared; no matter how boring the subject you were talking about was. it had you hooked in a second.

unfortunately, jungwon was popular. infuriatingly popular. and with popularity, the swarm of love letters and beautiful fangirls and fanboys also showed up in the picture. the thoughts of dating him disappeared quicker than you could say, “hello!” to him. it disappointed you, yes. however, who were you to dwell on some highschool boy? sure, he's not exactly the type that you’d quickly forget about the second you graduate but he also never made a real impact on your life other than some minor crush.

well that was up until your biology class.

“y/n and... jungwon.” the sound of mrs. lim’s voice boomed through the filled classroom and knocked you back into reality at the sound of your name. you look up from your hands in confusion and then rendered what she said - you were paired with jungwon for your biology project... that was worth 65% of your grade.

you weren’t exactly worried about getting everything done on time - you knew he would definitely cooperate and do what he was meant to do, but what you were worried about was messing up in front of him. i mean, messing up in front of your crush is the worst second hand embarrassment, no matter how nice they are. you put your thoughts aside and looked around the classroom, trying to find the boy, only to find him already looking at you with a smile and a small wave. you wave back before looking down at your fingers, picking at the skin near your nails. oh boy, you were in for a ride.

as the bell rings, you start to pack your things away, only to be stopped by a finger tapping on your shoulder.

“hey!” you almost feel like you’re in one of the cheesy romcoms, feeling like you had to cover your eyes from how bright his smile was.

“hi jungwon, what’s up?”

“i was wondering how we’re gonna do the project?” you thought about all the possibilities and topics. you could do it at his house, your house, the library and you couldn’t wait to decide on the subject. a small smile appeared on your lips at the thought of working with him.

“uh, what about i’ll give you my number and then we can decide after school?” you words were slightly rushed, as you tried to escape his presence as quickly as possible and get to your next lesson - wanting to hide away from the chilling glares his fangirls were giving you - which you were soon to be late to. he then pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to you before pulling his bag over his shoulder and sending you a pretty smile,

“remember to text me.”

you look at the piece of paper, a few numbers written on it in black ink. you dwell over the thought of having to text him first, but you knew if you didn’t, the project wasn’t going to get done. you thought over it a bit more and realised that your grades were far more important than some stupid crush. you pull out your phone and text a simple,

you: hi it y/n!

you put your phone down, expecting to have to wait a while for a reply and got back to picking at your food with your fork. instead, you're surprised to hear your phone vibrating on the wooden table, a notification with his name already on screen. you place down your utensil and look at the text.

jungwon: hey! so what do u want to do for the project? i think we should decide the topic first before figuring out where we want to do it 

you were glad that he was pretty straightforward and didn't beat around the bush, also that he genuinely wanted to get the project done and that it wasn't you doing all the work like the previous times you were partnered up with someone. 

you: what do u think about the musculoskeletal system 

jungwon: omg i was gonna say lets do smth to do with the skeletal system

jungwon: ok well then the topic is settled where do u wanna do it

you smile brightly at the easy agreement instead of having to scratch at your head for hours to get the other person to agree upon a topic.

you: i mean we can do it at mine if youre ok with that but the library is also an option

jungwon: yours it is then ;)

you look down at your phone in surprise at the “;)”, not expecting him to be so bold.

you: great! tmr after school?

jungwon: cant wait :)

throughout the whole day at school, you kept glancing at the clock, anticipating the final bell to ring so you could meet your project partner at the school entrance and walk home with him. you shake your head at the thought, trying to remind yourself that it was just a project - nothing else. the loud sound of a bell ringing brings you out of your trance, as you excitedly hop out of your seat. “woah, y/n... what's got you in such a good mood? its only lunch, are you that hungry?” you turn around and see jungwon standing with a hand on his bag strap and a few other boys behind him. you lightly laugh and say, “oh I'm just excited to get started on the project... hi guys.” you wave slightly at the boys stood behind him and hear a chorus of “hi y/n!!” following and excited waves. 

“ill see you later, alright?” you slightly smile as you start to walk away. your eyes widen at the yelling and hooting behind you as you look over your shoulder and see the rest of the boys shouting and punching jungwon’s arms, one of them yelling out a, “you scored! she's a cute one!” 

you smile slightly to yourself and lift your head higher, walking towards the cafeteria.

finally.

the final bell rings and you pack your things into your bag, sighing in delight at the thought of finally being able to leave the building. you walk out the class and instead of being able to walk straight out like usual, you see jungwon standing off to the side and gently waving at you. you raise a brow at him, but continuing to walk over anyway. “what are you doing here? i thought we were meeting at the entrance?” 

“i- um, i don't know i thought it be better if i waited for you here, you don't mind right?” he smirks knowingly, already aware of your small crush on him. he didn't find out through you, of course not. you were good at acting neutral around him - not even showing an ounce of adoration. however, one thing you weren't good at hiding, were your thoughts during your sleep. you two shared a free class together, and most of the time you spent it studying or sleeping. you didn't exactly say your thoughts loudly, but jungwon sat close enough to hear some of the things you had to say - him being a common topic of your dreams. he wasn't dumb, he could figure out that you liked him. but he also was a tad stupid - still not acting upon his already existing feelings and asking you out.

thankfully, you being his partner in the project boosted his confidence and had allowed him to create the ‘perfect’ plan of asking him to be your boyfriend. 

“i-uh, yeah! i don't mind. shall we go?” you say, slightly flustered. he nods in responses and mulls over what he was going to do. screw it. he grabs your hand and interlaces your fingers together, “so which way to yours?” your eyes widen at his action, looking at him with your mouth dropped open, before getting out a chocked, “uh, t-to the left.”

“lets get going then?” he starts walking and softly smiles down at you. you subconsciously squeeze his hand and smile back, walking hand in hand with him, steps oddly in sync. you hear a “hell yeah jungwon! get it!” and a loud, “ow!” followed after. you turn around and see jay holding his head in pain and sunghoon stood behind him with a smug smile on his face, throwing a thumbs up to both of you. you turn back around and look up at jungwon, seeing his cheeks tinted a light pink and a shy smile residing on his lips. you feel a soft tug at your hand followed by a clearing of his throat.

“come on, lets go.” you follow his step, hands still interlaced as you two walk in a comfortable silence, once in a while telling him which direction to go. 

“so what do you think we should start with?” you look up from the ground and see him looking at you, awaiting your response. “oh uhm, i think we should just start with getting all the info into notes and from that start making the project. i think we should leave the creative aspects like making it look nice and what not till the end because that doesn't really impact our grades so it isn't that important.” you feel his thumb rubbing you hand in soft circles and feel yourself getting warmer, completely forgetting his hand holding yours - it just felt so natural. he hums in agreement before speaking up once again. 

“I'm honestly so glad i got partnered with you, especially with this being such an important project. every time i had to work with other people who weren't my friends it felt like i either had to do all the work or scratch to the depths of my brain to get them to agree on a topic and on how we should make it work.”

“i totally get that!” your voice slightly raises in happiness at his words, “i feel the exact same way. every time i get partnered with someone, i always have to do all the work and it got so infuriating always having to credit them for something they never did or the bare minimum.” you take out the key from your pocket and twist it into the keyhole, opening the door and hearing the pat of your cats paws coming closer to the door. you both take your shoes off and walk to the kitchen, your cat following behind and waking in between your legs. 

“i didn't know you had a cat?” jungwon's voice forces you to look behind and find him to be crouching down and petting howl. “well, mr. yang, there's a lot you don't know about me, he's called howl by the way,”

“like howl from ‘howls moving castle’?” you smile brightly, happy that he got the refence. “yeah! i love that movie, its my comfort film,” you bring two glasses of water with you as you start to walk upstairs, jungwon following your steps. you both get to your room, opening the door wider to let him inside too. 

“woah.” 

“huh? oh uh, ignore everything - its not the prettiest room,” you say, slightly embarrassed at all the posters and random clutters on your shelves, “no, no! i love it, it reminds me a lot of my own room. its very fitting to you, y/n.” he smiles at you and you simply smile back, handing him the glass of water and hearing a quiet, “thanks,” in response. 

“well, should we start?”

“god! finally!” you both groan, falling back onto your soft bed, sighing at the ceiling. you two had been working since the second you got inside your room until the sun had set; your parents even managed to get back from work by the time you were only one third through your note gathering. you spread your arms on the bed, stretching as you did so. your hand then hits something soft and silky. you look to your left and see jungwon smiling brightly as your hand rests on top of is head. 

the whole time you two were working on the project, you both subconsciously stayed close to one another, as if you were just drawn to the other with an invisible force. even when you took a food break for 20 minutes and were sat opposite one another, your feet kept kicking the other, smiling and laughing quietly with warm cheeks. 

now you laid on your bed, your hand resting on top of his head and staying there with no complaints from the boy.

“i like your outfit,” you observed the comfortable fit he was wearing, oversized black hoodie with some blue text in the corner and loose fitting black trousers. jungwon looks down at what he was wearing before looking back up and smiling, eyes slowly opening and closing, “youre tired, aren't you?” he then opens his mouth, trying to deny your statement but gets cut off by a yawn. he blushes before softly nodding his head and getting more comfortable on your bed, unknowingly bringing you closer to him, eyes already closed. 

“take a nap, ill wake you up when it gets late.” he nods once again, barely conscious as he already falls into dreamland, arms wrapped tightly around you. you feel yourself heating up, both from his body heat and at his actions. you try hard as you possibly can to not squeal too loudly as you brush his hair away from his forehead and press a soft kiss in place. 

a tiny smile forms on his lips as you get more comfortable and start to drift away yourself. right before being sent away to your dreams, you felt a gentle kiss being pressed to your forehead in return. 

he may have not followed his ‘perfect plan’ of becoming your boyfriend but you both got 100% on the project... and a new found love.

[noisyalmonddreamer]

Valentines day: Frank Zhang

I want everyone to be super nice to me cause I am super tired

-Frank never really disliked valentines day - He would joke about being single but he wouldn't care to much - He also gets chocolate for his friends - But not the ones that have those terrible jokes *ahem* but like lowkey pretty good ones -He'd also bake cookies -But for when y'all start dating- - this ABSOLUTE cutey brings you to one of those like lantern things - like the ones where you can write something then like light the piece in the middle and like let them go??? - the ones in tangled - Then goes to a more secluded area for it cause he's *extra* but also cause it's more romantic ~~~~~~~~~

Frank felt his hands sweat. He really hoped you would like today. He already gave you some roses and chocolate but it was all leading up to this date.

He wasn't sure how he heard of it honestly, it wasn't happening in new Rome, but he found out about a valentines day lantern festival a bit away from New Rome. He even managed to buy the two of you a lantern each!

Sure it seemed a bit cheesy but it also seemed romantic!

Without warning you tapped him on the shoulder, startling him. For a quick second his arm turned into a wing then right back. The two of you paused and starred at each other for a second. The silence between you two were broken by you starting the giggle, turning into a fully on laugh. "Aw geez, I didn't mean to startle you!" Standing on your toes and kissed his cheek "I'm sorry about thank, sweetie."

Frank blushed red and waved you off "n-no It's fine. Y-you're all good." He let out a small anxious chuckle and took a deep breath. "So um...You ready?" He asked, fidgeting with his hands.

"Yup! I wore my comfortable shoes cause you said we'd probably be standing a lot!"

Frank nodded and smiled at you, grabbing your hand he started leading you out of camp "alright let's get going!"

~~~timeskip~~~

In all honesty you didn't expect Frank to have brought you to a park but it was beautiful. There was a decent amount of people around, some still in line with your boyfriend and some had already gotten their lanterns.

Before getting in line Frank led you to a more private area in the park, still in a place he could see and hear the festival, and told you to wait there as he grabbed 'everything'.

After a little while Frank finally got back to you, a tote bag slung over his shoulder and two drinks in his hands.

"Hey baby! Sorry I was longer then expected. I got us a a blanket and some hot coco!" You took the coco from him and helped him set up the blanket on the ground. Taking a seat on the blanket next to him "you gonna be okay with the milk?" You asked.

"Yeah I'll be fine. It's  lactose free so we're all good!"

You nodded your head in understand while taking the lanterns out of the bag along with a pen. "You wanna write something on them?" Frank looked at you and took one of the lanterns. Scratching his head in thought he let out a hum "maybe just one? Cause it's paper what if the wet ink makes it not stay up as long?"

You both agreed to write a wish on the lantern and not show the other what your wish was. After the two of you finished writing you turned the lantern, writing against the floor. A few moments later and announcement went out to 'start preparing the lanterns'

As you let go of the two lanterns Frank placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

"I love you (Y/n)."

"I love you too Frank."