#and now my body is like HEY BITCH GUESS WHAT. OUCH.

[quierd-kitten]

Guess who used to do fun party tricks with their fingers and now all of my hobbies hurt

[reashot]

Part 2 or How Bleiss got what's coming to her and Jaune met someone new.

part 1 here:

Jaune: W-what did you do to me Bleiss? *breathing heavily*

Bleiss: Ah it seems the drug finally worked...

Jaune: You drugged me... Why? *gasp*

Bleiss: Oh don't pretend you don't know. It's cute for a while but now it's just exhausting. You know I've been wanting to tap your booty for a while now and you for some reason keep refusing me... So this is more your fault than it is mine.

Jaune: I... *gasp* Know your feeling of me. But I can't return it... To you I'm in love with... *gasp*

Bleiss: Who Ruby. That little jailbait? Ha, ha, ha... Oh Jaune I'm sorry to say but right now I bet she is being pounded by Cardin in the room next door.

Jaune: No... Y-you're lying! *gasp* She, she wouldn't do that!

Bleiss: Oh I'm afraid so.... She said she doesn't like you anymore and prefers Cardin.

Meanwhile.

Ruby: No!!! Don't!!! *moan* Leave me alone!

Cardin: Stand still! You're only making it worse. *grabs Ruby's hand*

Ruby: No!!! Don't touch me!!! *slap Cardin's meaty hands away*

Cardin: Ouch! You bitch! *violently grabs both of Ruby's wrist*

Ruby: *squeak* N-no. What are you doing... Please stop! Cardin please stop this. I won't tell anyone about this so please Cardin, please just let me go...

Cardin: Shhh.... It will be over soon. *starts to lean closer*

Ruby: *starts tearing up* No don't please don't... (Save me Jaune.)

Back to Jaune

Jaune: Bleiss if something happened to Ruby I will! *gasp*

Bleiss: Oh Jaune your threat would be more believable if you weren't pitching a huge tent in your pants. *points to Jaune rather sizable package*

Jaune: W-what's happening to me?

Bleiss: Just think of it like a roofie but you get to be awake and you get to ravish me whether you want to or not. Now let me take off your pants. *zips down*

Jaune: (Is-Is this how I will lose my first time? If I knew I would have done it much sooner. I'm sorry Ruby, I'm sorry.)

Bleiss: Ah yes just like how I like my sausage. Big, meaty, long, red and no doubt filled with that whitey goodness.

Jaune: No help! Help! Rape! I'm about to raped!

Bleiss: Silly Jaune. Didn't you know that it's not considered rape if it's done by a girl he, he.... *got smacked in the head*

Ouch. What the hell!?

You!!! What the Salem are you doing here?

???:

Jaune: Ruby?

Oh thank the brothers you're okay...

Wait you're not Ruby. Who are you?

???: *politely bows back to Jaune while carrying Bleiss on her arm*

Bleiss: Hey let me go, I almost had him. Do you have any idea how hard it is to finally get him... *gets chopped in the back of the neck*

Ughhh.... *faint*

Jaune: Uhh.... Thanks. I guess.

???: *Bows again to Jaune before leaving*

Jaune: Wait you never tell me your name!

*disappears in a burst of blue petals*

Who is she?

*burst into the room*

Cardin: Hey dork I got your girlfriend right here. I think that bitch Bleiss did something to her.

Jaune: Ruby! Oh thank Oum you're all right. *hugs her*

Ruby: *orgasmed on the spot* Jaune please... I, I can't hold it much longer. Please have sex with me Jaune. Or else I'm going to lose my mind...

Cardin: I think it's my cue to leave.

Jaune: W-wait Cardin! I want to say thank you for helping and for not doing anything to Ruby while she is in this state.

Cardin: It's that how little you think of me Arc? I maybe a bully but I'm not a rapist. Anyway you might need this.

*throws a condom to Jaune before leaving*

Jaune: I! Thanks Cardin... (Kinda small for me though)

Ruby: Please Jaune, please my body is on fire. And I don't think I can handle it much longer!

Jaune: Of course Ruby I can't hold it much longer too. I should have done it much sooner with you. And Ruby I want to say, I love you...

Ruby: Oh Jaune. I love you too... 😢

Same time, outside

*dropped Bleiss in the middle of a clearing*

Bleiss: Hey you can't treat me like this I'm delicate!

???:

Bleiss: Ouch! okay, okay I give up, I'll apologize okay. I apologize for almost NTRing Jaune.

???: !!!

Bleiss: And I will apologize to Jaune too.

???: !!?

Bleiss: *sigh* and yes to Ruby too. So please stop hitting me.

???: ...

Bleiss: Oh thank you.

*one last smack in the head*

What the Hell!

[rudystopit]

Not so Hot Now

[Bakugou x f!reader] 

summary: you're new student at UA. Bakugou picks a fight with you and teaches you a lesson in the locker room.

*all characters are aged up*

warnings: nsfw, shower sex, not safe sex, choking, rough sex, overstimulation, and teasing.

wc: 2k

It’s your first day at your new school. Your nerves were going off the wall, but you just remember your father’s words ringing through your head. ‘Find the bully and make him your bitch’.

you walked the principals office. a small mouse man walks you to your classroom. a sleepy man sat at the front.

“oh our new student, y/n l/n.” and you walk in. you scan the class room. your eyes landed on a pair of vermillion eyes. he scowls at you. you return to look.

you sit down in the middle of the class. you stare at the board while the teacher talks. you slowly drift asleep. the peaceful sound of scribbling and aizawa’s voice easy puts you to sleep. it felt like 2 minutes then something jerks you awake. you woke up and your seat is a foot away from your desk and a hot headed blonde smirk down at you. mother fucker kicked it.

you stand up and push in your chair. you calmly walk up to him. his smirk drops to a scowl. you stand on your tippy toes and whisper in his ear. “if you wanted to to fuck me you could have just asked instead of kicking me half away cross the room,” you lean back down and pat his chest. you smile and walk out of the class with the rest of the students.

you laugh the whole way to lunch. bakugou walk to the doorway and punches the wall. “fuck you,” he mumbled.

that afternoon the class was training outside. you finally get to show off that quirk. your family calls it ‘blinking’ which doesn’t really explain all too much. you stretch and do a little test. you look at the sleeping aizawa and you tap the girl’s shoulder next to you. mina looks at you and you whisper “watch” mina protests.

“y/n don’t,” you focus on the spot behind him and you step forward and then you were behind him. you look back at mina and her mouth was wide open.

“hey mr aizawa?” you ask and the man jumped a mile. he held his chested and mumble something about retiring early. “what are we supposed to be doing?”

“just fight someone i don’t care,” he gets up and tries to steady his heart.

you roll your eyes and blink back next to mina. “you almost killed him,” you laugh and she finished stretching. “was that your quirk?”

“yeah my family calls it blinking but i hate that name,” you sigh, “i pretty much can walk in and out of ‘the veil.’ but it just looks like a disappear and reappear.” you explain to her.

“hm cool,” she looks around, “i just secrete acid,” she laughs.

“well i’m gonna go run,” you say as mina waves. you go jog around the track. you watch a few of the kids battle in the middle. you kept running keeping an eye on the battles. that’s why didn’t noticed the hot headed blonde standing in the middle of the track. you run square into his back.

“watch it idiot!” he yells and turns around “jesus christ, do you really want to fight me!” he gets all up in your face.

“you know what? yeah i do!” you yell back. you walk to one of the squares in the middle of the field. he follows behind and he gets into a fighting stance. you get look at your nails. he runs at you. you blink to the side as he falls.

he catches himself and runs at you again. he swings and you blink behind him. “hey blondie i’m over here!” you wave. he grunts and turns around to punch you. an explosion just barely hits you as you just blink to the side.

“goddamn stop running and punch me!” he yells. you shrug and let him charge at you again. another bright flash. you blink behind him and you take your elbow and jab him at the base of him neck. he falls to his knees. “that’s is i’m going to kill you,” he yells. small little explosions pop at his fist.

“that’s enough!” aizawa yells. he points to the building. “get changed you two!” you scoff and walk to the building. bakugou not too far behind.

once your close enough to the building you turn to him and saying “you’re actually not that bad,” you lean against the building.

“shut up,” he grits. you roll your eyes and walk in after you.

“come on why are you pissed at me?” you ask. he doesn’t turn, stop or answer. he just walks to the boys locker room. you follow. “hey! what is your problem with me!” he doesn’t answer. he starts getting undressed. “you kicked my chair this morning, then you wanted to kill me on the field now radio silence. what is your problem with me!” you yell. he turns to you and punches the lockers behind you.

his breathing is heavy. his eye looked like they wanted to kill you. his jaw is so tightly shut you swear it could break. “what nothing to say now?” he mocks and turns away. “get the fuck out so i can shower,” he grumbles.

“no. not until you let me what the fuck is your problem,” you huff. you cross your arms and wait for his answer. he looks at you.

“fine,” he drops his pants and walks to the showers. you hear the water run. you walk over to him and sit at the bench. “fuck no,” he points to where you were standing.

“no, tell me,” you cross your legs and lean against the lockers. look over his body. his toned abs and his... yeah it’s bigger than you thought. he groans and turns the water off. he walks back to his clothes and put on his pants. you follow him. “i’ll let you shower in peace. once you tell me why you hate me,” you says plopping yourself next you his stuff.

he standup straight and grabs your jaw with so much force. he pulls you up to look him in the eyes. you narrow your eyes. he’s trying to intimidate you. you make a plan in case it gets violent. once he sees your not gonna break, he releases you. you rub your jaw.

“you’re a fucking dumbass,” he grumbles. you flip him off. you guess that was the last straw because he slams you against the lockers with his hand around your throat. you’re hands go to his. “what you can disappear now?” he mocks you.

“fuck you,” you struggle to say with his hand clamping on your neck. you would have never guessed in a million years what the next events would be.

he slams his lips against yours. his grip loosens slightly. his free hand grabs your hip. he slowly pushes up your shirt and jacket. you take one of your hand off his and unzip the jacket and shrug it off. you feel him smile into the kiss. he breaks the kiss to rip off your shirt.

you rub your neck, “ouch asshole,” you whine.

“shut your mouth or it will be more than bruise,” he pulls your shirt off and instantly starts attacking your neck and chest. you tangled your fingers into his hair.

“oh yeah like what?” you laugh. he didn’t like that answer and bit down as hard as he could into your shoulder. she shriek out and pull him off of you. you glare at him.

he grabs your jaw again. “you’re cute when you pretend to be pissed at me,” he smirks.

you stomp on his foot. “i am mad at you,” he grabs your wrist and turns you around. you face gets smash into the lockers and he twists your arm. he leans over your back.

“play nice dear,” he sings into your ear. you roll your hips into his. he twists your arm more. “now you want to be a slut?” he growls in your ear. he lets go of your wrist but his hand grabs your hair. he throws you on the floor. he sits down on the bench.

you look at him from the floor. “come here darling,” he says. you get up and walk to him. “take it off,” you grab the bottom of your bra and pull it off, over your head. he leans back and licks his lips. you put your thumbs in the waistband on your pants. you pull that and your underwear down. he groans and leans forward on his knees. “that’s more like it,” he stands up and puts a finger under your chin. he lifts it. you look at his vermillion eyes full of lust.

you grab the bulge in his hands. his finger became his whole hand and he was now inches from your face yelling about how you were getting so good till that little move. you smile at him. he smirks “that how you want to play,” he leans down to kiss you but you blink away into the showers.

bakugou sits there stunned. he hears the shower turn on. he runs in there to see you washing your body. he takes off his pants and walks to you.

“not so fast hot head!” you say. he stops in his track. “sit,” you say. he sits on the cold tile. he watches you sensual wash your body. you put on a little show. he drooled at your soapy body. after a few minutes of torturing him, he gets up and slams you into the wall and sucked on your tits.

you moan out and grab his hair. he grunts into your skin. he pushes you up the wall and you wrap your legs around his waist. he drags his hard dick through your folds. you moan out his name.

“yeah, tell them who’s fucking your slutty ass in the shower!” he says as he thrusts himself in you.

you scream his name in pleasure. you wrap your arms around his shoulder as he trusts harder and harder into you. he pants in your ear while he rearranges your guts. he sucks on the base of your neck. you roll your head back and let moans fall from your mouth.

“god you’re such a fucking slut,” he mumbled into your neck. you pull his hair and he bites down on your soft skin. he licks the blood from his bite. one of his hands wraps around your throat. your eyes fly open as your met with his lustful red ones. he smirks as his other hand sinks in between the two of you.

he rubs circles into your swollen clit. you bite your lip. he squeeze your neck harder. his fingers and him trusting was too much as the knot in your stomach forms. you try to moan out but they come out as small squeaks.

“come on my dick you little whore,” he demands through gritted teeth. the knot in your stomach comes undone as you clench around him. “fuck you’re slutty pussy feels good when you come,” he continues to rut into you with so much force. you moan out his name in ecstasy.

even after you rode out your high, he’s still pounding into you. you hands move to his chest and you try to push him off of you.

“bakugou, please, too much,” you whimper out.

“i’m not done slut,” he continues. every thrust pulls another small whimper out of you. his hands are gripping on to your hips now. he lets out low groans and you feel him fill you up. he drops you on the floor and turns off the water. he throws your clothes at you.

you reach to turn the water back on to clean off. he grabs your wrist. “not till after i’m done with you,” he smiles down at you. you get dress and limp to the girls changing room.

they’re all getting dressed when you walk in. “where did you go?” mina says. you don’t answer and go to your uniform. “woah, that looks like it hurts,” she continues. her fingertips graze your neck. “did bakugou do that?” your eyes widen and your face does red.

“n-no? why would you think that?” you stumble out.

“you guys had a pretty intense fight,” she sighs.

you finish pulling up your skirt and walk outside. bakugou is waiting against the wall. you walk over to him. “you never answered my question,” you huff as you stand next him.

he flips around and puts his hand on the wall next to your face. he lifts your chin. “i never said i hated you. i actually thought you were pretty cute. then when i heard you pretty little moans, i’m making you mine,” he smirks down at you.

[chrisevansjellybeans]

Happier|Part Two

A/N: Here it is! Thank you to everyone who has read part 1 and has sent back such kind feedback. It really means a lot! 

Part 1

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: swearing, angsty as hell 

Just open the fucking door.

You hesitated as your right hand hovered over the familiar front door. Over the last five years you’ve always just walked in. This home was like your home. But now, he wasn’t just his.  

“Just walk in. It’s not rocket science.” You muttered to yourself. Sighing you tapped your fist against the wood. 

Your body relaxed a smile fell on your face as you heard Dodger’s familiar bark ring through the house as he approached the door. 

“Alright, bubba. Relax.” The butterflies flurried in your stomach as Chris’s voice carried past the door. You gave a small smile as the door flung open to reveal a shirtless Chris. “Why did you knock, you meatball.” 

You just shrugged and quickly gave him a hug. 

“What are your plans for tonight?” You asked as you both made your way to the kitchen, his arm slung loosely over your shoulder. 

“I was supposed to go watch the game with Scott but he wasn’t feeling too hot, so I’m actually just going to stay in. But don’t worry, I won’t get in the way of your girls night.” He laughed, ruffling your hair as you turned the corner and caught view of Carissa. 

“Yeah no boys allowed. Right, Y/N?” Carissa dried off her hands and rushed over to you, pulling you into a full body hug. You bit back the frustration when you realized that she was wearing the shirt that you always wore whenever you would spend the night at Chris’s, the familiar fabric like sandpaper under your fingertips now as you gently hugged her back. 

“Yeah. No boys.” You said meekly as you took another good look at her. The shirt looked way better on her than it ever did on you. It fell just below her hips, the way it did on you but she somehow made it look so stylish. She just had on a pair of workout leggings underneath and fluffy socks. Her blonde hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail and you noticed how she managed to not look like a founding father with her hair pulled back. 

Subconsciously you twisted the bottom of your oversized college crewneck in your fingers. You were practically wearing the same thing as her but you felt like a middle school girl in gym class while she just screamed model off duty. 

Add that to the reasons he noticed her and not me. 

You needed to stop comparing yourself to her. But it was hard when the stark contrasts were so evident. 

“So,” Carissa clapped her hands together. “Chris told me about your love for tequila so I made some of my famous spicy margaritas! And I just put on some popcorn and I may have gone a little overboard at Ulta today.” 

You followed her gaze and it landed on an array of face masks and nail polish. 

“Sounds like my que to leave. Have fun, ladies.” Chris pecked you on the cheek before pulling Carissa into a passionate kiss. You turned away, your face reddening. 

“Thanks, baby.” You heard Carissa sigh. You heard the sound of them kissing again and you looked for any welcome distraction. 

As if he could feel your pain, a wet nose booped your hand and you smiled down at your favorite little pup. 

“Hi buddy.” You bent down and pressed a kiss to his nose. “I’ve missed you so much. Yes I have.” You ruffled his fur and smiled a genuine smile as he started licking your face. 

“Oh boy, Bubba found his girlfriend.” Chris laughed as he bent down next to you. “I think he missed you more than I did when we were in Canada. Every time we would FaceTime his ears would perk up.” 

“That’s cause he’s my best bud.” You kept talking to Dodger. 

“Ouch.” Chris gently pushed you. You winked in his direction and for a moment everything felt normal. Chris’s eyes sparkled as if he was appreciating the normalcy too. 

“Chris, please.” You were snapped out of it when Carissa let out a playful whine. 

Chris blinked and then slapped his hands on his knees and stood up. “Alright, baby. I’m gone.” 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

“He did not!” Carissa burst out laughing as you finished telling the story of when Chris singlehandedly knocked down an entire aisle in CVS. 

“I’ve never seen him turn so red in my life. I think he went back to that CVS every day for the next year to apologize. And of course he stayed afterwards to help clean up.” You wiped your eyes, tears falling from laughter. 

“Sounds just like him.”  

You took another sip of your margarita. You were surprised at how much fun you were actually having. You guys had just finished your second sheet mask of the night and were currently working on demolishing the stuffed crust pizza you ordered. Manis and Pedis to follow. 

“Have I walked in on an evil plan being hatched?” You both turned as Chris emerged from the basement, Dodger in tow. Thankfully he had put a shirt on because his tattoos always did something to you. 

“Had to share the CVS Incident of ‘17.” You replied as Carissa hid her face as she giggled again. 

“Oh god,” Chris groaned, slapping his hand to his forehead. “Please. Let that story die.” You watched as he positioned himself behind Carissa, caging her in with his arms. You always knew Chris was an affectionate person. If it was a year ago, you would have been the one trapped between him. He had a lot of love to give and wasn’t afraid to show it. He placed a kiss on the top of her head before his blue eyes met yours. 

You knew that he was silently asking you if you were having a good time. You could see the sense of hope that was behind the question. 

“You came up just in time for a manicure.” Carissa turned around on the stool and smiled up at her boyfriend. “I’m thinking hot pink would look amazing on you.” 

“I don’t know, I think he’s more of an aquamarine kind of guy.” You lifted up the shade of blue that was in front of you. “Compliments his eyes.” 

“Ooh, you are so right, Y/N/N.” 

“Wow, would you look at that? Looks like the game is back on.” Chris jokingly started moving away from Carissa.

“Oh come on, baby. One hand.” Carissa pulled at his hand, her lips coming out in a pout.

Chris gave her a look of fake annoyance but you could see the smile forming on his lips before he let out a dramatic sigh.

“One hand.” 

“Yay!” 

You watched as Chris sat down and Carissa got to work painting his nails. 

“Okay, Y/N. Tell me about the men in your life.” Carissa looked away from Chris’s hand and turned to you.

“Well, I guess you’ve already met them. Chris, Scott and Dodger are it.” You shrugged, half kidding and half not. Chris gave you a look of what you could only call pity and you chose to ignore him. You could feel your face become hot at your lack of a love life. 

“Oh that can’t be the case. You’re absolutely gorgeous, there’s no way that men aren’t all over you. Right, Chris? Tell her she’s beautiful.” 

“She knows I think she’s beautiful.” Chris said, his tone seriously as his eyes never left yours. “It’s more of getting her to know that.”  

“We’re not going to talk about it.” 

You and Chris stared each other down before Carissa cleared her throat. 

“Well one day you are going to find something like what we have.  The hopeless romantic in me truly believes that there is someone for everyone; and I know that if we can find happiness like this, so can you. You’re an amazing person, Y/N.” 

You looked down and bit your lip. You wanted so badly not to like her, to have her be some terrible person so you could justify the feelings that you had for her boyfriend. And yet, here she was, being the kindest person and caring truly for your feelings and your happiness. 

“Thank you, Carissa.” 

She smiled a toothy grin before turning her attention back to Chris. Chris kept his eyes on you a moment longer but when you didn’t look back he sighed and focused on his girlfriend. 

- - - - - - - 

“You don’t have to do that.” Carissa came up behind you as you finished washing the plates from before. 

“It’s really no problem.” You shrugged. “You did all of this, the least I can do is clean up.” 

“Yeah, but you’re my guest. A host should never have her guest clean up.” You knew she meant it without malice but the words stung. She was right. That’s all you were in this house, a guest. You were their guest. They lived here, together. 

You just nodded and finished the plate you were cleaning before stepping away from the sink so Carissa could finish. You mumbled that you were headed to the bathroom and quickly made your departure from the kitchen. 

You rounded the familiar corner and bit your lip as you were five steps away from the bathroom, where you could finally take a deep breath. 

“Hey sweetheart.” You jumped as Chris stepped out of his bedroom, a grin plastered on his face. “I think you made a good call on the nail polish color.” He waved his fingers in your face, jokingly. 

You let out a soft laugh but refused to meet his eyes, instead eying the bathroom door that was so close and yet so far. 

“Okay, come on.” Chris’s voice got serious. “Is there something going on at work? Are you sick? Why are you so…” Chris motioned his hands up and down your body. 

“So what, Chris?” 

“So sad?” His eyebrows creased in concern. “You know you can tell me anything.” 

Not everything. 

“I told you at the restaurant, I’m fine.” 

“Yeah and I barely believed you then.” You bit your lip and once again looked away from him. You should have known that he knew you were lying out of your ass. 

“Chris, it doesn’t matter. It’s not your problem.” You huffed. 

“Of course it’s my problem.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing.

“But it’s not.” You snapped. Chris took a step back at your sudden change in attitude. “Just back off. You’re not my boyfriend.” 

“And?” He snapped back, but he did move closer to you. He reached out and grabbed your forearms, pulling you into him.  “I may not be your boyfriend but I am your best friend.” 

“Chris, just let it go. It doesn’t even concern you.” You lied as you pushed him away.  

“Well clearly this one thing as something to do with me. Since you’ve been acting like a mega bitch since I got home.” He crossed his arms. 

You took a step back. Chris had never called you that before. Yes, you two had gotten into some heated discussions in the past and maybe have gone a couple times without talking to each other for maybe a day. But never once has he called you a bitch. 

“Chris!” Carissa’s scolding voice came from behind. “Apologize to her right now, there is no reason to call any woman that word.” 

Chris’s gaze held yours before it softened. 

He sighed and dropped his arms. “Fuck...sweetheart. I’m-” 

“Thank you for having me over, Carissa. I really did have a great time.” You turned away from him before he could finish. “I think I’m going to head out though.” 

“Of course.” Carissa glared at Chris over your shoulder. “Please let us-or me, know when you get home. We can plan another one soon.” 

“Sure.” You smiled weakly at her before casting one last look at Chris. He opened his mouth to say something but you just shook your head and made your way out of the house. 

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[winwinnns]

as good as me s f a

fellow jaemin simps, i decided to put these two asks together because they were perfect lol

jealous sex, mentions of alcohol, fingering (from rec), penetration.

“you really like him huh...”

you and haechan were sitting on the counters in your kitchen. haechan always gave you great advice.

“well yeah of course i like him. he’s my best friend.”

jaemin. while haechan guided you through the toughest parts of your life, jaemin was your rock.

“no y/n. don’t dance around it. the best way to cope with something like this is to acknowledge your feelings.”

you sigh and lean your head against the cabinet.

“fine. i love him.”

“see that wasn’t too hard.”

“i don’t know what to do. he’s been my friend for so long, and i doubt he’d want to change anything.”

haechan listened quietly.

“i guess i’ve loved him for a while. he treats me so good all the time. he’s makes me so happy. but i know he wouldn’t want to date me. we almost did. you remember that?”

haechan chuckled.

“i do.”

“we were both so over our exes and... we were desperate. and we know each other so well we wouldn’t fight about anything.”

“you’ve thought a lot about this haven’t you?”

you bite your lip and nod.

“it’s just so frustrating.”

“i know.”

he slides off of the counter and stands next to you. he takes your hand and holds it.

“you’ll get through it y/n. i know you will.”

that night you laid in your bed, thinking. you needed someone to distract you from him. so, you went on tinder. you found this guy named lucas.

he was really nice and pretty. not like, jaemin pretty, no one could top that. but he was cute. and the stroke game? fire.

you messed around with him for a couple months. it made you forget about your best friend in the moment, but once he left, you spiraled all over again.

there was a party coming up, jeno, a mutual friend of you and jaemin, invited you both. you texted jaemin the day of, making sure he was coming. you didn’t really feel like going anywhere without your other half.

y/n😼🪱

hey jaem you’re going to jeno’s party right

jaem 👁👁

hey loser

yeah i’m going

y/n😼🪱

just making sure

jaem 👁👁

you’d miss me wouldn’t you

y/n😼🪱

🙄🙄 whatever you gotta tell yourself. see you soon

you dropped your phone somewhere on the bed and started to get ready.

there was a knock at your door. you were looking at your outfit in the mirror. it was cute. it made you look hot. you went to answer the door. jaemin was leaning against the doorway.

“hi princess.”

you flushed.

“don’t call me that that’s gross!”

your heart fluttered, but you ignored it. you shoved him in the shoulder. he laughed and shoved you back.

“you ready?”

you nod and walk with him to his car. on the way to the party you talked about the guy you met.

“there’s no way he’s that hot. i think that’s your imagination y/n.”

“no way!! he’s literally burning bro.”

“he’s not as hot as me right?”

you sigh. of course not. jaemin was your type.

“i dunno... he’s pretty hot”

“ouch”

you both laugh, then sit in a comfortable silence

it was a smaller party than you thought it would be. you and jaemin walked in together. haechan sauntered over to you.

“hello bitches.”

he was drunk.

“you guys kiss yet?”

super drunk.

jaemin laughed while you froze. haechan was good with keeping things to himself. he’d never reveal your feelings for jaemin, even when he was drunk, but he would definitely tease you.

you an haechan were standing next to eachother in a corner.

“are you gonna tell him~?” he slurred

you punched him in the arm.

“no.”

“then i’m gonna.”

“what?”

“i’m gonna tell him. you have been..”

he paused, thinking of the words he wanted to say.

“been so obvious. he probably knows.”

you scoffed.

“don’t tell him”

“i’m gonna.”

“do it and i’ll kiss you.”

if he were sober, he would’ve grimaced. instead he smirked.

“do it. kiss me.”

“don’t tell him.”

“i won’t if you do it.”

you rolled your eyes and kissed him.

“you happy?”

he smiled. you scoffed and went to go find someone else to talk to.

you found some people and were having a pleasant conversation when jaemin pulled you aside.

“what the hell was that?”

“what do you mean?”

“why did you do that?”

“do what?”

“kiss haechan!”

shit. he saw you.

“jaemin he just- it’s complicated.”

jaemin scoffs.

“too complicated for you to tell me about it?”

you ran your fingers through your hair aggressively.

“what’s it to you anyways? it’s not like you’re super close to him.”

“i’m super close to you.”

you went silent. jaemin was frustrated. he hated that you kissed him. he didn’t give you time to answer, walking away.

you felt devastated. you wish you could explain yourself, but you couldn’t. not without confessing.

jaemin sat outside, he finally had some time to think. you kissed haechan. he felt so many emotions. he didn’t want you to kiss him, he didn’t want to to feel anything romantic for him.

he knew you wanted him. he could tell, you’d been acting different in the most recent years. his feelings towards you were complicated. well, complicated to him. to put it simply, he loved you. but he was scared. he felt the exact same way about you that you felt about him. he loved you so much, and seeing you with other people hurt him. but he didn’t want to ruin anything.

he loved you.

you walked outside and stood with him. neither of you said anything. you held his hand.

“do you love him?”

jaemins face was serious. he wasn’t looking at you.

“what? no!”

“really?”

he wanted you to say it. he was ready now. he wanted you. and he knew you wanted him.

you couldn’t admit it. you couldn’t tell him you loved him. you’d lose too much. you’d lose him.

“fine, i love haechan.”

that was the biggest lie you’ve ever told him. and you rarely lied to him. you felt so gross. you wanted to take it back.

“haechan?”

that pissed him off. haechan?? really? he could treat you so much better than that.

jaemin scoffed.

“really y/n. haechan?”

you were about to cry. this was too much. you hated lying to him. it was the worst feeling ever.

“yes.”

he moved closer to you and held your chin. your heart was pounding. what the fuck was happening. he brought his lips to brush against yours.

“you really think haechan will treat you better than me?”

jaemin didn’t know what he was doing, but it felt good. you gulped you felt guilty for liking this. he’s your best friend. you two shouldn’t be acting like this. you shake your head.

“mm... then why do you want him?”

you’re entire body was on fire. this is what you wanted. you wanted jaemins lips on yours forever.

“i don’t.” you confess.

he hums and pushed his lips onto yours. tingles went up and down your body. finally. after years of wanting, he was kissing you. he pulled away.

“is this okay?” he whispered

“yes please keep going.”

he smiled and kissed you again. it was harsh. he bit your lip.

“we should go home.”

you nod.

the air in the car was thick. the 10 minute drive felt like hours.

when you got to his apartment he pushed you against a wall. he kissed down your jaw. he bit the skin and you whined.

he slid your pants down your legs, and brought his hand to your heat. he chuckled.

“you think haechan would make you this wet by kissing you?”

you shake your head.

“say it.”

“no jaemin”

you wiggle in his hand.

“so eager. you’ve been waiting for this haven’t you?”

you have. there’s been so many nights you got off thinking about how he would touch you.

he ran his fingers up and down your slit, lubricating his them. he pushed two into you. you moaned. he quickly pumped his fingers

“fuck jaemin.”

“that’s right princess say my name.”

you clenched around his fingers. that was so fucking hot. he was so fucking hot. his eyes were dark and full of want, looking down at you.

“mm you’re close already.”

you nod. he speeds up his fingers.

“you gonna cum?

“yes jaemin please!”

he pulls his fingers out of you. you whine loudly.

“i know baby.”

he leaned into your ear.

“feels empty without me doesn’t it...”

your body erupted in goosebumps.

“... don’t worry princess. i’ll fill you up again.”

his words made you moan. he motioned for you to follow him. you took your pants off all the way and followed him.

“lay down.”

you do so, plopping into his bed facing him. he spits in his hand and jerks himself off until he’s slick enough. he slides into you and moans.

“fuck princess... you’re so tight.”

he slowly thrusts into you, hitting your sensitive spot.

“fuck jaem! feels good!”

you didn’t know if you liked calling him by his nickname while he was fucking you, but something about it made you more excited.

jaemin scoffs.

“already? baby i’m barely even fucking you.”

he picks up the pace, making you whine pathetically.

“you sound so pretty doll.”

you lock eyes.

“just for me right?”

you nod feverishly. he speeds up, fucking you at an ungodly speed. you felt so fucking good.

“think haechan could fuck you like this? make you feel as good as me?”

“no!” you were losing your mind. he was fucking you so good, and you loved it. you loved him.

“fuck princess i’m close.”

you clench around him, signaling you were close too. he goes impossibly faster, you could barely hold in your moans.

“i wanna hear how good i make you feel.”

you moaned loudly.

“that’s it baby.”

jaemin brought his hand down to rub your clit. you whimpered as tears welled up in your eyes. it felt so good it was almost unbearable. you came in seconds.

“fuck.”

after you came down, jaemin kept going. you whined at the sensitivity

“i’m sorry baby i’m almost there.”

with a couple more fast thrusts he released inside you. he pulled out and laid on top of you.

“you’re crushing me.” you groaned.

“suck it up.”

you scoff.

“you’re such a big baby.”

“but your big baby... right?”

your eyes widened.

“i i mean-“

he hummed.

“yeah...”

he giggled and sat up next to you.

“i love you y/n.”

you looked at him. he loved you. this whole time he loved you and you didn’t even notice. you smiled.

“i love you too jaemin.”

he smiled.

“you should totally call me baby.”

he rolled his eyes.

“okay baby”

you grinned.

“what do you want me to call you?”

he thought for a minute, his smile stretching.

“sexy.”

you sighed.

“jaemin i’m not gonna call you sexy.”

“why not. i am aren’t i?”

“yes but i’m not calling you that daily.”

“i think you should.”

“i’ll call you it once a month how’s that?”

he looked at you smugly.

“pay up.”

you rolled your eyes.

“okay sexy.”

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aaa my first requests please i’m love u. i hope this is what u guys were looking for!! <3

[aravas-writing]

Hello first off i just wanted to say i love your works, i have come home from plenty of crappy days and reading your posts have definitely helped put a smile on my face, so i hope you have plenty of blessings come your way. Also i had an idea for an au where pyrrha and cinder swap places, except they have the same personalities

Thank you very much, and I'm happy that my stuff can make you happy.

As to your idea, I feel like that is an idea for a whole fic. What I can do is a short bit on it.

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Jaune: I'm a fraud, Cinder. I faked my transcripts.

Cinder: seriously?

Jaune: I...I would do anything to fulfil my dream of becoming a huntsman, but my dad...

Cinder: I get that.

Jaune: huh?

Cinder: I understand you, Jaune. I've been there, trust me. I can actually respect a man willing to commit document fraud just for a chance to get himself killed. Or to be a hero, I guess.

Jaune: ouch...

Cinder: don't get me wrong, Jaune. You definitely need training and the importance of time and place. But I get why-

Jaune: thank you so much!

Jaune almost glomps Cinder, hugging her and swinging her around.

Cinder: whoa! Hey! Let me....

Jaune: I knew you weren't so bad! I told Yang and Nora that you weren't a massive bitch, and I was right!

Cinder: they what?! And who says that I'm-

Jaune: I won't let you down, partner, I promise! I need to get to the training area now! See ya at the dorm!

He runs off, leaving a blushing Cinder behind.

Cinder: that...fool...

She takes a deep breath before turning her attention to the ledge of the balcony.

Cinder: if I find out that you mentioned even a word of this, no one will find either your or your team's bodies.

With that cold threat, emphasized by a share of glass rocketing at someone hiding below, she relished the screaming as she walked off to find her blonde idiot.

[writeformesinpie]

Misfortune & Mischief

Part Three: Back Seat Driver

Oikawa x Fem!Reader

Word Count - 1.9k

Genre - Smut

Summary -

Iwaizumi and the rest of your co workers are putting in a full day at the volunteer car wash your company is running for charity. Oikawa brings his car to be cleaned and ends up with more than he bargained for.

Warnings -

Unprotected sex, reader is slightly sadistic, public sex

Part One   Part Two   Part Four 

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"It's for charity, Iwaizumi. Suck it up and show it off," you slapped his broad shoulders with a snicker, "or don't you care about the children? Think about the children, Iwaizumi!"

"We are raising money for breast cancer. I doubt too many children have breast cancer," he grumbled but took off his stiff white collared shirt anyway, leaving the white camisole underneath. "And what about you? Are you going to suck it up?"

"No one wants to see me without a shirt."

"I beg to differ."

"Oh?" Your eyes gleamed in the sunlight as your mouth contorted into a mischievous grin. "You want to see that?"

Iwaizumi's face flushed bright pink as he waved his hands back and forth in anxious desperation. "That's- that's not what I meant. I mean- I meant that I know that there will be plenty of people who would like that. Not me, I wouldn't."

"Oh? So now I'm not good enough for you?"

"What?!" You giggled at his discomfort. He waved his hands back and forth as he tried to explain, "Because you belong to Oikawa-"

"Belong to?"

"No! No, I mean that because you are with Oikawa, as an equal, that I wouldn't, uh, I couldn't see you that way!”

"It's fine, big boy.” You pat him on the shoulder before shedding your own collared shirt. Yours was crimson with a bright pink camisole underneath. "Don't say a word."

"You actually wear pink?"

"What did I just say?"

"It's just unexpected."

"Yeah, yeah. I am a girl. I like girly things too, you know," you sighed as you poked him in the ribs.

"Ouch.” He rubbed his side while looking around the crowd before him. "Where do they want us?"

"We are going up to the front. I guess we get to hold the signs. You know," you looked at him from beneath your lashes with a slight smirk, "reel them in with our bodies."

Iwaizumi burst out laughing, "What the hell? Let's just get this over with."

You walked down the parking lot to the front of the building, meeting up with two men holding (the word ‘holding’ used loosely) two different signs promoting the charity car wash. Hanamaki was using his sign as a cape while spinning around and Matsukawa was dragging his by his fingertips along the concrete footpath.

"About time! We are sweltering out here."

"Don't be a baby, Makki," you sneered as you tapped the man with pink-brown hair on the shoulder. "You are worse than Tooru."

Hanamaki's eyes widened in disgust. "Those are fighting words, bitch."

You laughed as you hid behind Matsukawa. At six foot two he was the perfect defense. Joining the conversation, Mattsun laughed,"Hey, be nice to my girl. If it wasn't for her, that idiot would still be living with us."

"Hmm, that is true," the pink haired man beamed up at you. "You deserve a fucking medal."

"Where is Trashykawa today? I thought he would bring his car in to get cleaned," Iwaizumi asked as he took the sign from the pink haired man. "Didn't think he would give up an opportunity to stalk his wife."

"Don't call me that! Doesn't that just sound wrong?"

"It's been five years, woman! I think it's time to accept that you are married," he laughed as the other two snickered in agreement.

"Just because he is a embarrassing, insecure stalker doesn't mean he doesn't need love too," Matsukawa smirked.

Hanamaki coughed back a laugh, "Why is he so insecure anyway? I mean you did date him through college, you even married him. They have been married for five years and she hasn't divorced him once!"

"I would have divorced his ass."

"I wouldn't have married him in the first place."

The four of you continued to bash on Oikawa, since he was an easy target. However, It wasn't long before a familiar red Ferrari LaFerrari pulled up to the curb that the foursome had claimed as their own. He poked his head out of the window with a sheepish grin.

"Yahoo!"

"Speak of the devil."

"Here he is in his new fuck boy car," the three of you snickered while Iwaizumi rolled his eyes at your banter.

"Be nice, he's right there," Iwaizumi groaned, even though Oikawa couldn't hear you as his top 40 music was blaring from the car speakers. "Turn the music off, Shittykawa."

He ignored the jab as he killed the engine, turning back to you and lowering his sunglasses down his nose as he whistled, "Hey sexy."

"Awe thanks. I do look good today," Hanamaki beamed.

"It's true, babe. You look dazzling today," Matsukawa stated as you nodded in agreement.

"Not you. What are you two even doing here, anyway? You don't even work here.” Oikawa poked his tongue out in response to Hanamaki's shocked, hurt look.

"We are part of the community outreach program. Which reminds me, we are needed inside and out of the torturous sun," Matsukawa smirked as he led his boyfriend away.

"Why are they always hanging around you?"

"We're friends. Don't be so insecure," you laughed at Oikawa's pout. "They are a hoot."

"I don't trust them."

You rolled your eyes, "Or you just don't trust me."

"They are shady, no telling what they might try to do to you."

"They're gay, you idiot," Iwaizumi shook his head. "I don't think you need to worry about them that way."

"So I only need to worry about you, then?"

"Me? We are friends. I am so sick of your shit. I am not going to fuck your wife," he threw his hands in the air, his green eyes narrowed, “Stop being childish."

"Oh? So I'm a child and my wife isn't worth fucking?"

"What the hell?" Iwaizumi's mouth dropped open as he looked from Oikawa to you. Your hand was covering your smile as you shook your head in an attempt to contain your amusement. "What are you even talking about?"

"You seem to always tell me how you won't ever lay a hand on her. Makes me think you think of her as some kind of leper, that she's not good enough for you? Do you know how that makes me feel? Like she is fine for someone like me I guess, but someone of your status-"

"That was not what I meant. Of course she is beautiful. I won't sleep with her because she is your wife."

"So if she wasn't my wife you would sleep with her?"

Iwaizumi's face contorted into an uncomfortable snarl knowing he was in a trap. He looked at you for support but you were too busy breathing in and out at a gentle pace trying not to burst out laughing. "Yes?"

"So if I die, you would bang my wife? Or if we break up? Geez, Iwa-chan, great friend you are."

Iwaizumi growled throwing his hands in the air, mumbling as he walked away, "I'm done."

When he was halfway up the driveway, you curled your hand around Tooru's neck, purring in his ear, "Thank you for defending my fuckability."

He grabbed the back of your neck entwining his hand in your hair as he pulled you in for a kiss. "Of course. There's no one else on this earth worth fucking."

You would never admit it, but when he took charge it made you hot. Your hands slid over his hard chest as you licked your lips. You couldn't hold in your desire for much longer. You looked back up the driveway. No one was looking. You pulled at Oikawa's shirt leading him to the black Jeep Wrangler Renegade a few feet down the road. Iwaizumi had given you his keys earlier that day for safe keeping. He should have known better.

Once you were in the back of the Jeep, it wasn't much longer before your clothes were on the floor. The tinted windows shielded you from onlookers, however by this point you might not have cared either way. Tooru was on top of you for a change. The light seeped in bouncing off every exposed muscle as his body bent and contracted while he removed his shirt and kissed your ankle. Your feet grazed the roof of the Jeep as you admired the man before you. As his kisses started to make their way down your leg you trembled. You tried to keep your excitement contained but by the smug look on his face you knew he could feel the heat coming off your body. You turned your head to the side with a sharp inhale as his mouth made its way to the tender skin between your thighs. As his tongue flicked over your clit with precision, he held your hands back as you tried to push his away.

"Tooru, don't."

He didn't break away, his voice husky, "I won't stop this time. It's been too long and I miss your taste."

You tried to get your thoughts together as your back arched in time with your soft moans. Tooru wasn't usually this domineering - that was why you were having a hard time controlling yourself. You were used to being in control. You were the one that made him moan in pleasure, not the other way around. Yet, somehow, in fact it may have been this very reason why the man in front of you was making you burn up with an intense desire. He was in control and you couldn't get enough.

Your left leg was gripping onto the passenger's seat, the right pressed against the roof. The firm pressure from your body indented the soft material as Tooru's lips and tongue swirled and sucked every inch of your womanhood.

"Fuck me! Fuck me now," you demanded.

He looked up at you and the pure, unabashed desire in his eyes made your heart ache. That smile that spread across his face could have made you swoon if you weren't already on your back. It was a mischievous smile that said he wasn't going to stop any time soon. You groaned with frustration, twisting your neck back into the leather seat. A moment later a gasp left your lips as his slender fingers parted you, his tongue diving deep within the darkness beneath. Your hands flung to his hair, your knees tightening against his face as his fingers plunged inside of your warmth.

"Fuck me? Please, Tooru, fuck me now," you begged.

"You are so sexy when you are needy," he smirked. Before you could retaliate his cock slid deep within you, stealing the words on your lips.

"Oh, fuck," you cried, pleasure dripping from your lips as his entire length slammed into you. You both clung to each other with fierce intensity, the sounds of your moans reaching a crescendo as you climaxed together. You shuddered before falling back against the dark blue seat. "That was great."

"I agree," Tooru smiled as he caresses your face. "I love you so much."

"Down, big boy. I should get back to the car wash.” You pushed him off as you started collecting your clothes.

"I hate you," he pouted as he kissed you on the forehead. He looked at the seat and grinned, "We should probably clean the seat before we give it back to Iwa-chan."

"Nah, I’ll let him know he needs to get it cleaned," you laughed, "Good thing we are at a car wash."

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[autumnsart22]

First time in College: Suna x reader

College AU with the Haikyuu boys: Suna Rintarou x fem reader 🤤

Let me know if you want part 2 :)

He is literally so fine I--

Art creds go to agatha123naruto

God, you should never have agreed to do this. Your laptop was calling you, Attack on Titan already pulled up and ready to watch...and yet here you were, shifting uncomfortably in a tight crop top and booty shorts your roommate had provided you with. You crossed your arms over your stomach, trying to hide yourself, but you only succeeded in pushing your tits up. 

“Hey, relax, it’s just a party.” Kiyoko smiled softly from her side of the room, applying some chapstick and holding a pair of sneakers. 

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes. Yes, it was just a party...but it was also the first college party you were going to be attending. And a frat party at that. Ugh. 

The first few months of college had been perfectly well off without them, and you weren’t exactly sure why Kiyoko had been able to convince you to come along this time. Maybe you had felt a little like you were missing out when your roommate would come back giggling and tipsy late into the night every weekend, and maybe you wanted to put a bit more effort into socializing. You had friends, but not a huge group--which was fine. But also, college was a time to try new things...even if that meant frat parties. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll probably know some people. And if not, you can just stick with me.” Kiyoko finished putting on her shoes, heading towards the door. “We’ll get drinks as soon as possible.” 

You sighed, resigning yourself as you followed her out the door. 

The party was just as bad as you expected. It was packed in the house, the lights dimmed, flashing, and confusing as people pushed from all sides. You almost spilled your third drink as you searched for Kiyoko, pretty much impossible in the darkness. You had lost her a little while ago when she had started talking to a guy named Tanaka, and now she seemed to be missing. 

“OI!” You looked up to see a clearly wasted, shirtless guy standing on the table, a bottle of beer in his hand. He had blonde hair with a dark undercut, and you were pretty sure you recognized him as one of the frat guys...maybe Atsumu? You didn’t know him well enough to be sure. “We’re putting on a movie, if you fuckheads want to join,” Asumu yelled, practically falling off the table. 

Maybe Kiyoko was with them watching a movie. 

The crowd swallowed you up again as you headed towards where Atsumu had disappeared, but you managed to push your way into the living room. There were four couches stuffed into the wide space, but every seat was taken, including spots on the floor. 

You scanned the room for Kiyoko’s hair, but yet again, no such luck. The projector was set up to play a horror movie, and your stomach clenched unpleasantly as you realized what it was. You really, really hated horror movies--did they seriously have to pick this to watch?

You bit your lip, but the lights were dimming and you had to stop standing awkwardly off to the side. You spotted the arm of one of the couches that was free, but that same couch was also filled with frat guys with girls in their laps. Would I be weird for taking a spot next to them? Would they be ok with that? 

Shit, calm down. This isn’t high school, and I’m a bad bitch. Also, I’m sexy as fuck. I got this. 

Right. You straightened your shoulders and marched across the room, dodging random girls sprawled across the floor mixed with bongs and beer bottles. You barely even glanced at the occupants of the couch as you settled precariously on the arm, as far from them as possible as the movie began to play. 

Almost immediately, your heart was racing and fingers digging into the cushions, and you wanted to run from the room. Why, why, why had you done this to yourself? You could have just turned and left the living room to begin with. Fuck trying new things. 

You were considering how you’d make a subtle escape when a drunken kid with bright orange hair slammed into your shoulder as he tried to get past, causing you to lose your balance on the arm of the couch and fall directly into the lap of one of the guys to your right. 

For a moment, you were too stunned to move, and you could only stare up at the equally surprised face of one of the frat boys. He had dark brown hair and yellow eyes, the whites tinted red; presumably from the joint in his hand. The smell of weed rolled off him, and you were pretty sure that it wasn’t his first one. 

“Oh-Oh my god I’m so sorry,” you gasped, rolling awkwardly off him onto the floor. “I didn’t mean to--I mean--um--” 

“Look what you’ve done Suna.” You glanced over to see the same shirtless guy from before, the one you assumed was Atsumu. “You scare off all the girls.” 

The lap guy, Suna, just shrugged and took another hit. 

“No, that’s not...” you tried, your halfway drunken brain desperately trying to calm down. “I fell on him.” 

Atsumu grinned at you. “It’s ok, you don’t have to bother with him. He’s a piece of shit anyway.” 

“I didn’t say--”

“What, so you want to sit on his lap?” 

“What????” How was this conversation even happening? You wanted to punch Atsumu in the face, and you also wanted to sprint from the building and never show your face to the light of day again. 

Unfortunately, now Suna was looking at you, as were the other frat boys sitting on the couch and the girls on their laps. “I mean,” you cleared your throat. “I- I guess.” 

Idiot. IDIOT. 

“Ah nice. You see Suna, that’s how you get girls--”

“Fuck off, Atsumu. Stop pressuring her.” Suna glared at him, and you let out a breath...until his yellow eyes turned to you, and your lungs hitched yet again. “You can if you want, but we’re holding up the movie.” 

He was right; someone had paused the movie since Atsumu was standing right in front of the projector, which meant everyone was waiting on you. 

“Are you ok with that?” You asked as you stood up, trying to sound confident and bored. 

Suna’s eyes lazily trailed down and up, and he shrugged. “Whatever.” 

Ouch. “Uh, right.” 

He leaned back on the couch, his legs sprawled wide to give you room between them, and your heart began to pound. Jesus Christ. 

You awkwardly sat down, trying to give him space in the very limited area, but his thighs were still pressed tight up against your ass. 

The movie started again, and almost immediately every muscle in your body tensed up. At the first jump scare, you flinched so hard that you elbowed Suna’s knee, making him grunt in pain. 

“S-sorry,” you whispered, hands shaking a little. 

He shifted, leaning forward so you could feel the heat from his chest inches away. “Hey, are you good?” 

“Um, yeah. I just really hate horror mov--” The serial killer stepped out from behind the door and you gasped, turning your face away. 

Suddenly, you felt Suna’s hands pressing against your ears, blocking out the creepy music and the sound of people getting murdered in front of you. You looked up at him in surprise, and he shrugged, leaning even closer. 

“Horror movies are worse with sound,” he said in your ear so you could hear him. 

“Thanks,” you murmured, and he smirked. 

“You can relax. You’re so tense, it’s freaking me out.” 

You let out a breath, forcing your muscles to unclench. It was more comfortable, but it also meant that you were now flat against Suna’s chest, his hands still on your ears. 

You tried watching like that for a while, and it was better, but in the end you decided that sound or not--horror movies weren’t your thing. You ended up hiding your face in Suna’s shoulder, until you realized what you were doing and quickly jerked back.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to get in your personal space--”

“It’s fine. Be quiet.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, tucking you against his chest so you could easily bury your face in his shoulder. He smelled nice, mostly of pot, but with undertones of mint and almond or something. 

As the movie continued, he turned his head to press his lips against your ear. “Want me to explain what’s going on?” 

“Oh...okay.”

“So basically...ugh what is even happening.” You smiled a little at his annoyance. “So this idiot girl just went into the house when clearly she shouldn’t have, aaaand there’s the murderer. Damn she’s dumb. Honestly he’s kind of dumb too, why is he running with a knife? That’s a safety hazard.” 

You snorted, feeling a large part of your fear drain out of you at his stupid narration. 

“This is literal shit,” he muttered. “How does this scare you?” 

You huffed, annoyed at his condescending tone. “I don’t know, just the jump scares, and the creepy lead up, and the music...I just hate it.” 

“Do you want to leave? You don’t have to watch, you know” 

“I…” I clenched your fists, suddenly determined. “No. I can make it through.” 

“Why…? You’re literally not even watching.” 

“Just shut up. I’m facing my fears.” 

He laughed under his breath, and you felt it in his chest. “How admirable.” 

He patted your head, taking another hit of the joint, which was practically gone. “Want some of this?” He gestured to it. 

“Oh, sure. That’s fine?” 

“I wouldn’t have offered it if it wasn’t.” “Right...” You took the joint from him and took a deep hit, and then another, just needing to relax. It didn’t stop you from almost jumping out of your skin when the murderer suddenly pushed someone down the stairs. 

Suna smirked at your terror, and you glared at him. “This isn’t funny!” 

“Kind of is.” 

It took another twenty minutes, but then finally the film was over, the lights were turned back on, and you were facing Suna again. 

“Thanks for doing that,” you said, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you met his pretty eyes. 

He shrugged. “Sure.” 

“Well, uh. I should probably go. Maybe I’ll see you around.” 

“Wait, hold up--”

You didn’t wait for his response as you rolled off his lap, awkwardly waving, before practically running from the room. 

You found Kiyoko sitting on the couch with your friends Suga and Daichi, and you must have looked pretty panicked because she didn’t protest when you dragged her from the frat house.

“So...how was it for you?” She asked imploringly as we made our way back to our dorm. 

“Um….” You weren’t sure how to answer.

Part 2

[fakecrfan]

hey so I was thinking more about the Jongerry possesion (WHICH I LOVE) and, not to derail, but this would be such a funny setup for Jongerrymartin???

Picture: It's season three, Martin definitely has a crush on Jon and Jon probably has some sort of feelings for Martin that he refuses to think too much about. I get the sense that with their fusion, Gerry is the only one who speaks (with Gerry's voice, not Jon's) while Jon only communicates through his thoughts. What if Jon wasn't able to filter them so well? They're thoughts after all. So as Jon relays relevant information on people around the institute, Gerry can instantly tell that he's a bit sweet on Martin.

But Gerry is also a bit of a prick. And still pissed at Jon. So when their fusion finally meets Martin, Gerry's like "Ahh so this is the famous Martin, huh? I can see why you like him, Jon ;)"

Martin meanwhile, who naturally assumes that this is some circus bullshit, screams, pulls the knife he's started carrying since Peter's first visit, and stammers out a demand to tell him what the hell he is and what he did with Jon. It's oddly charming. Gerry was mostly just trying to aggravate Jon earlier, but Martin is actually quite cute, isn't he? Hm...

(Gerry probably takes too long to answer and Martin throws a nearby mug at their head. Ouch. But it's better than being stabbed and Martin even helps them ice it, later.)

-Lighthausen

Why do I even BOTHER making AUs I’m always gonna be shown up by the people in my inbox. That’s it. I’m retiring. Everyone go follow @lighthausen instead.

Okay, that aside, time for me to Expand on this. (cracks knuckles)

So Martin does pull out the knife and threaten him, but also this is season 3 Martin and something has happened to Jon so he’s also probably crying and shaking and his voice gets high pitches and he asks “What happened to Jon?” in a way that wrenches Jon’s heart, which is very annoying because Gerry also feels a pang in his chest as a result. To which Gerry grumpily decides to reach out to Comfort and goes “hey… Jon is alright. We’re planning to fix--”

But Martin takes advantage of his guard being down to grab him in a very amateur wrestling hold that Gerry nonetheless can’t get out of because Gerry is a weak bitch who never studied BJJ or anything, and Jon is like half Martin’s weight. 

“I’m going to bring you to the others and tell them!” he says. 

Jon immediately gets a pang of fear because we have a murdercop back in the Archives, worse than Julia and Trevor, we’re going to die. Gerry quickly tries to parse this panic and weaponize it

“Wait! I--urgh. If you tell them, your, um, Daisy? Definitely going to kill Jon along with me.”

Martin stops. Gerry coughs.

“But you know, I was already looking for ways to um, get out. This whole possession thing was an accident. Jon made a stupid mistake,” --I was SAVING you from them, ingrate!-- “And we’re looking to fix it. So, if you keep our secret and help out, you can still save Jon!” 

Martin lets go. He’s glowering way more fiercely than Jon believed was possible on him. “Fine. Let’s talk then.” 

Gerry shuffles around a bit, thinking before he smiles. “Why don’t we talk over, uh, coffee?”

The sensation Gerry gets from Jon is something akin to a record screech halt.

NO. 

“Coffee?” Martin asks, warily.

“Yeah, I could really use one right now,” Gerry says. 

YOU’VE NEVER LIKED COFFEE IN YOUR LIFE. I SEE YOU, LIAR.

“I mean, you know,” Gerry says, “It would help us cool off a bit, get to know each other in a nicer setting…”

“I don’t think we need to get to know each other,” Martin says. 

“I mean, you will have to know what the deal is and how this happened,” Gerry says, gesturing to the body he and Jon are currently timesharing. “But I mean, I guess Jon already has let me know a lot about you.”

DON’T YOU DARE TELL HIM ANY OF THAT! CEASE!

“Here, I’ll show you where Gertrude used to go for her morning brew,” Gerry says, gesturing. “We can talk all about you, me, and Jon there!”

NOOOOOOOOO

But Martin grudgingly follows, and that’s how he becomes the secret keeper and helper for the duo.

[buchananbarnes1991]

Unus Annus Sentence Meme Starter

“Hey buddy buddy buddy buddy!”

“Our long time colleagues are 419 hours a day deny you here!”

“Peoples dream, must first be full of blood!”

“When we arrived in my backyard, we stopped the fire.”

“We quickly eliminated the enemy, and the fight was depressing.”

“Boy am I hungry!”

“Zip zap zop!”

“I don’t know if this was your idea, but we’ll roll with it.”

“This wouldn’t be the first time like, ‘hey I’ve got an idea.’ when we told you it weeks ago.”

“With the guidance of a guardian angel, you can do anything.”

“What am I teaching you how to do?”

“You don’t need to make it! I’m making it!”

“Have you washed your hands? You should wash your hands.”

“You can have the knife when you need the knife.”

“Close the door and never go back!”

“I want you to do something for me. Take a balloon, stretch it out..nice and wide.”

“Some of us are more gifted than others.”

“Okay, so what are we doing here? What is this?”

“I think that the way that I’d kill you is..’take you by the hands. come this way. I’ve got something to show you. just something you HAVE TO SEE.’ “

“In highschool. I dated a girl...her name was, Abigail. Very smart and driven. I was a stupid boy.”

“I still hadn’t let go, but they called me to tell me. She’d let go.”

“She looked down at the ground and then looked back up me. She giggled a bit and then said ‘Oh, don’t you know? I have feelings for Troy.’ “

“When you’re a late bloomer and you spend most of your time alone in a dark room with various ‘websites’,  it turns out that feeding my entire adolescences with perverted thoughts from various unsavory sources makes a distorted impression of the act of making love.”

“After about thirty minutes of dry thrusting, I found myself incapable of completion.”

“The first time I ever had sex, I had to fake my own orgasm..just to get it over with.”

“I too was a late bloomer. I didn’t know anything about intercourse or foreplay or anything.”

“We heard the tent unzip, her thirteen year old brother came through the tent! He didn’t see us. But, we were there. He said ‘Dinner’s ready.’ Under the protection of the sleeping bag we were replied ‘OKAY!’, He exited and I-- *giggles* exited.”

“I think that’s enough therapy for one day. Remember, it’s okay to talk about embarrassing of your life.”

“You stand here..I’m gonna take my shoes off.”

“I need to climb around you.”

“Using teamwork and trust and...t-t-t....team work, you get one person from one end of the body, all the way around to the same end.”

“You think you know us, but we only show you what we want you to see.”

“Let’s get climbing.”

“I thought we were gonna watch a movie.”

“And then I PILE DRIVE YOU’RE SPINE...paralyzed for life.”

“I AM ALWAYS STABLE. Don’t even try to unstablize me.”

“Felt like an emotional burden unloaded.”

“Death comes for all of us and we’ve gotta prepare.”

“It’s a beautiful world, with a lot of caskets.”

“I’m just thinking about America...it’s not a great time to think about America.”

“Can we see some different caskets? Can you show us some metal ones, some wood ones?”

“Let’s start with the highest! And then we’ll work down to where we’re comfortable.”

“Why is Mahogany like the universally known wood? It’s used in all the movies, everyone talks about it. If they want quality, they want a Mahogany.”

“Obviously it’s a beautiful wood, but what makes Mahogany so special?”

“With Mahogany if you look at it. If you pass your eyes to the side, it changes. It goes with you.”

“You are supposed to be buried in dirt. From dust to dust.”

“I don’t want it to be too comfortable. I’d like to stay alert.”

“I don’t know, what does it mean to be afraid? I’m not afraid of death.”

“I don’t like the feel of velvet. I mean, I’ll touch it.”

“Mmh....velvet...”

“That’s the thing! Like old production stuff was built to last, FOREVER!”

“For now you can kneel.”

“They’re Nigerian dwarf goats. They’re gonna be your yoga partners today.”

“I twisted a man into a pretzel. I could do the same to you.”

“I twisted myself into a pretzel.”

“It’s so much more fun to do a plank with a goat on your back.”

“The goats come to you. The motto that we like to have it ‘trust the goats.’ “

“Oh, wait. Wait! I didn’t know we were competing.”

“When I did hot yoga. I kicked everyone’s ass.”

“There’s a lot goatin’ on.”

“You flinchy bastard.”

“Alright, there’s a goat there.”

“I always tell people that they will fire their massage therapists because goat massages are way better.”

“Yeah, it’s real firm.”

“Ow, oh god. Your tallons!”

“Oh, tight pants..tight pants!”

“Those are quitters who think that you have to have the perfect conditions to do things but if you can do things in times of adversity that’s when you know you’re really committed to a cause!”

“Anyone want kisses?”

“It’s okay to show emotions.”

“CRY LITTLE BITCH, CRY!”

“No one’s crazy enough to do it!”

“We knew this year was going to be hell.”

“Hey! Seven days..”

“There’s always still time for things to go wrong.”

“We’ll save them for the future.”

“No, there’s no future.”

“I hope I die in a hilarious way. I hope my death can be told as a joke, like it’s so funny how I died. People can get one last joy. One last laugh.”

“I’m not afraid of death, but I am afraid of dying.”

“Okay, we only have our sixth sense to see with. Okay? Much like Bruce Willis in the show Sixth Sense, spoiler, I know it’s new. He sees dead eggs everywhere.”

“You can do it with dominoes too, but be careful with that one cause once to get a hundred or more dominoes and you spill ‘em all over, it’s gonna take all afternoon to set ‘em back up.”

“So you better fucking see with your brain or else you won’t be able to have a good time.”

“Ouch ouch ouch! That’s not an egg.”

“I think you need to go a little slower.”

“Oh...Puppies!”

“Should we turn on the emergency camper light?”

“I’m just such a neat freak.” “You know we need to try and escape.”

“What a profound man, that shot out the load that is Tony Stark.”

“This is a literal don’t show it. Oh god, all of his nudes are right there!”

“Gone gone, forever.”

“Two idiots cause ten care pile up from buttplug dropedge.” 

“Hook car batteries up to my nipples? I’ll say yes every time!” 

“I’m not a masochist. I’m really not. I’m glad I have this uninterrupted moment to talk about this. I’m not a masochist. I’m just curious.” 

“I’ve never been hit by a car, outside of my car? What’s that like? I DON’T KNOW!” 

“Sometimes, I am an idiot and..I match your intelligence level. THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!”

“We’ve been edging father time for a year.”

“Recognize my face, thank you.”

 “Oh it was terrible. You didn’t tell me about all the bears along the way.”

“Nice camel toe.

“Do you want me to get nurse Tracy?”

“When we tried to crush those melons, SHE TOOK TWO!”

“I was thinking the other night, what if the next melon is [insert muses’s name here] skull?”

“I just like doing what I’m told.”

“A man of few words, a man of action.”

“Are our faces being used as Capchas’ now?”

“Thank you god, thats’s a good idea.”

“God said we could!”

“Doesn’t matter what you do, to keep it from ending. Once it ends. It’s gone forever.”

“I don’t know you but you’re here, a lot. I guess you’re fine.”

“I couldn’t get it off, I felt like I was gonna rip your skin off.”

“YOU WERE GONNA RIP MY SKIN OFF.”

“We got all this time that we can relax! We’ve got like a week to relax...”

“Neither of us have ever been pepper sprayed. Let’s get pepper sprayed!”

“It’s burning as if there’s some hot oil.. on my eyes.”

“My eyes are okay now.”

“This fucking sucks so bad.”

“I would not recommend getting pepper sprayed.”

“When I was a young lad. All I had was my imagination and the woodland creatures.”

“You shot me twice! I get to shoot you with a paintball at some point in the future.”

“There is no easy!”

“Math wasn’t my strong suit, nor was anything.”

“He’s an idiot but he can read well.”

“Look at me in the eyes boy, you’ll never be stronger than me.”

“How do you have time for anything, do you not sleep?”

“Your shirt needs to be off.”

“I think you just want me to take my shirt off.”

“Ugh...I’m fine.”

“I need gloves, I need gloves, hang on, I gotta get gloves!”

“I don’t wanna do anything with drainage.”

“What bone would you say hurts?”

“That’s what the picture said to do, breast feed your patient.”

“Your bed’s not very comfortable.”

“THE GONGOOZLER!”

“It not over, it’s close.”

“In six hours, we’re done.”

“It’s hard to say goodbye, but it’s important.”

“Beautiful, a sailor’s dream to come across the mermer.”

“DELETE ME!! CUT ME OUTTA HERE!!”

“I’m being an asshole now.”

“It’s not hope, it’s delusion.”

“You can’t speed your way into heaven!”

“Have you ever looked at your tongue too long in the mirror and it no longer looks like it belongs to you?”

“Biology is just a constant nightmare.”

[lovingrosewho]

Fake Dating (pt. 2)

Part 1

Here’s the second part! I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading in advance 💕

MULTICHAPTER

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Rating: T. I guess fluff/crack?

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester need your help with a case, which involves pretending to date the King of Hell.

Warnings: mild innuendos

A couple of days passed with Crowley not answering your phone calls nor your messages, and if he did answer, it would be an awful lot of hours later.

“This is your king” he answers with an amused, yet conceited tone, the fourth time on the day you call him.

“Today. Be ready” you recall angrily and hang up. Stupid bastard.

“Wow, wow! Hey” Dean says entering your room of the bunker “Sweetheart I don’t hate this any less than you do, but Crowley is our door to those sons of bitches, and you know what? You’re the key”.

“Am I?” you mock “The idiot’s been messing with us from the beginning! He doesn’t call back. He doesn’t reply to my messages. When he does, he says ‘OK’. What the fuck is this about?!” you raise your voice, not fully intending to, last days have just been tampering with your nerves.

“I know” Dean pulls you into a hug “It’ll just be a couple of hours and then this’ll all be over, okay?”.

You nod understandingly and let go of his embrace, preparing yourself for the night, packing any extra weapons you have that might be useful for the brothers, sneaking a silver blade in a garter belt placed at your thigh, underneath the long black dress with a slit on one side you’re wearing.

You sigh looking in the mirror, this whole plan just seems like it could go fatal, but then, what’s new?

“My my. Is that really you, Pet?” a voice behind breaking the complete silence in the room startles you.

Crowley takes in your silhouette, the black dress fitting you perfectly, and the way your hips sway in it when you turn around and walk towards him.

“Shut up” you tell him, loud and clear, walking past him to finish packing.

“What’s the matter, kitten? Not happy to see me?” he interrogates eloquently, continuing to lay on top of your bed, fully extending his body and crossing his legs, slightly moving aside you duffle bag with his feet. You snort lowly.

“Shut up” you repeat, taking your things and putting them somewhere else, mentally going through all the stuff you need to bring, the plan and, oh, remembering how to act around the King of Hell.

Crowley eyes you suspiciously.

“Kitten, you do realize this date’s going to go... heavier, to say the least, if you keep avoiding me, right?” he questions with caution, question which, you avoid again.

“Did you tell them? Did they buy it?” Crowley sighs at your further investigation.

“Yes, (Y/N), of course they did. Who do you think you’re talking to?” he says raising an eyebrow and getting up from your bed, coming to be behind you after you stay quiet with this last statement, lowering his mouth to your ear, murmuring afterwards “What is it, (Y/N)? Cat got your tongue?”

You stumble out of your room with the duffle bag, getting to the war room where the Winchesters are, looking at you with eyes wide open, confusion at your sudden behavior. They’re still checking a few things off their own list and making sure they’ve got the place and the security system type right.

“All done” you mutter, taking a chair and spreading all over it, not caring to look ‘feminine’, dumping the bag with extra weapons on the table for them to take.

“Us too” Dean exclaims “Don’t worry princess, next time you blink this’ll all be over”.

You scoff.

Crowley appears next to you, straightening up his suit, you take a peek at him, admiring how well dressed and nice he always looks, the subtle scent he emanates. It’s more than sulfur, it’s scotch and cologne and... something fiery.

Crowley looks back at you and you divert your gaze quickly, pretending to be looking at Sam, when in reality, you could stare at the King of Hell forever.

“Ready then, kitten?” he asks politely and you nod.

“Please be careful and text us if anything comes up” Sam tells you reassuringly and you nod again.

“Oh and Crowley” Dean interrupts before Crowley can put his hand on your shoulder to zap you with him “I know, we know, you’re the King of dickbags and everything, but please, at least don’t leave her to die if anything”.

You roll your eyes.

“If anything, I’ll be the one to leave him to die, Dean, don’t worry about that, I can handle myself” you declare bitterly, taking your purse, your coat, and directing at Crowley next “We can go now”.

Without further conversation, and not allowing Dean to reply, Crowley snaps his fingers and suddenly you’re with him in front of a giant, nicely illuminated restaurant. A fancy one too.

You tense at the sight of the candles and the ambiance. There’s classical music live. The place is filled with couples and old people. It screams everything you aren’t and everything you hate.

“I can’t do this” you mutter beginning to storm out of the place but Crowley catches your arm and takes you to a more quiet spot.

“Kitten what’s wrong?” he questions concerned. Damn it. You must be embarrassing him.

“I don’t do dates, Crowley” you confess “Much less double dates. I don’t do fancy places either. It’s just... it’s too much”.

He nods silently in understandment.

“Listen, love” he starts sweetly “It’s just some dinner, don’t let the plushy decor fool you. Everything will be just fine, you’ll be spectacular, as usual”.

“I won’t. I don’t even know how to act around you...” you say looking down, tears threatening your eyes and a knot forming in your throat. Crowley takes your hands in his and makes you look up at him.

“(Y/N), I promise you, as long as I’m with you, you’ll be safe, as for acting, you don’t need my help with that, you’re doing just fine right now, kitten” he says and brings your hands up to his mouth, kissing each of them softly “And if during our evening, you feel uneasy, you just take my hand and I’ll make you feel safe again, understood?”

You sigh and mutter a ‘yes’, giving Crowley a light smile, taking his hand to let the waiter guide you to your table.

“They’re late” Crowley says when you’ve spent about fifteen minutes seated, between gritted teeth.

“It’s fine” you assure him, giving the place a glance over again “You booked this place?”

“Of course I did. Only the best for my one and only true partner in crime” he offers smiling, which causes you to scoff and smack his chest playfully.

“There you are again”.

“Ouch!” he exclaims dramatically, you’re about to retort until you see the couple of shifters walking towards you.

Part 3

MASTERLIST /// TAG LIST: @enby-thesbian (if you’d like to be tagged feel free to comment/message me :-))

[zigtheeortega]

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pairing | blaine x mc

word count | 3.2k

warnings | smut. public sex. minors dni.

tags | @raleighcarrera, @pixeljazzy, @pixelsandkink, @natesewell, @choicesarehard, @empressazura 

author’s note | alright i guess this is how my foreign affairs obsession begins. i had to do a bit of random world building since we’re only three chapters into this bitch so please just ignore it if any of this turns out to be out of character and refuted later or something. also i love blaine ! foreign affairs supremacy

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Her cheek slipped out of the palm of her hand, forehead smacking the desk, nearly jumping out of her skin at the abrupt awakening.

“Ow.”

She prodded the tender spot on her face, thankful her foundation was thick.

A soft snore caught her attention – next to her, Blaine was passed out. Leaning back in his chair, his head was thrown back, arms crossed against his chest, the textbook on its face in his lap.

“Hey, Blaine,” she whispered, barely audible over his snores, shaking his arm gently. “Blaine. Blaine –”

She shoved his arm, and he stirred, eyes popping open. He sat up too quickly, his knee hitting the edge of the table. “Shit –”

“Shhh,” she shushed him, jabbing a thumb towards the front desk, which was unoccupied. “I think we’re the last ones in here.”

“Huh,” he yawned, rubbing his eye with one hand.

“Hey!” She said, noticing the sound of crinkling in his lap. She snatched it up by the spine, furiously smoothing out the pages with flattened palms. “This is a priceless Rutherland book. There aren’t that many copies of this volume as is, and this is the original print. Be careful.”

“If you wanted to feel me up, you could’ve just said so,” he smirked, voice gritty and just the right amount of rasp to send a tingle up her spine.

“In your dreams.”

The last thing she remembered was skimming an old Ardonian textbook, fighting sleep as she tried soaking in as much as she could.

“Yeah, I saw you there, Carina,” he teased. “You were pretty wild.”

She rolled her eyes, flipping to a new page in her notepad, jotting down their textbook titles. “Do you remember where you stopped?”

“Nope. Most boring history book I’ve ever read,” he said, through another yawn.

Blaine was clearly a fast learner – he’d known how much the whole “Ardona versus Rutherland” thing had bothered her, so he set out to make that the one thing he teased her relentlessly about.

“Yeah, alright. You say that like reading about –” she flipped back a few pages, “‘Ardonian formal wear’ is somehow more interesting. If I have to read another page about the vast variations of lapels and cufflinks, I’m going to throw up.”

He shrugged. “There’s more exciting stuff. You just need to know where to look.”

“Okay, then show me.”

“Isn’t the library closing or something?” He stretched lazily, gesturing towards the empty desks and tables around them.

“Not for another…” she trailed off, shaking her wrist to readjust her watch. “Thirty minutes.”

“If it gets us out of here faster, I’ll assign you all the homework you want,” he said, scooting back from his chair, raising his hands above his head in a final, full body stretch, his hoodie lifting just above the belt of his jeans, her gaze roaming the thin line of hair below his belly button.

She averted her gaze, silently thanking herself for not being so obvious that he noticed her gawking.

She followed suit, trailing behind him with a stack of hardbacks in her arms, sliding them back in place as they stalked deeper and deeper into the maze of books.

“Right… here,” he said, dragging a finger across the spines, settling on a large, thick one right smack in the middle of the shelf.

He gently tugged it out of place, flipping the cover to show it to her. “This is a favorite.”

“Henrietta Hayes,” she read the cover, gently taking the book from his hands, ignoring the spark when their fingers brushed.

“Yep,” he said, leaning up against the bookshelf. “I much prefer biographies. More of a connection.”

She nodded. “Agreed.”

She turned the withered pages with a delicate touch, skimming as she went. “So you’re related to her?” “Yeah. She’s a great-great-great-great somebody,” he shrugged. “My parents didn’t have time to manually shove Ardonian history down my throat, so they settled for the next best thing – gifting me a stack of biographies for my thirteenth birthday.”

She grimaced. “That’s rough. You probably wanted a PlayStation or something, huh?”

He laughed breathily, the rasp from his sleepiness still lacing his tone. “Yeah, I wanted Mario Kart but I got endless Hayes’ stories. Don’t get me wrong, they’re interesting, but it’s proof they’ve been trying to groom me for the throne since I can remember.”

“So… why are you showing me this?” Carina asked, a bit confused. “What’s your angle?”

He shrugged again. “Trying to prove that we’re better.”

She sighed, snapping the book shut. “Alright, it’s been fun hearing about your ancient family members, but I’ll stick to the general information, thank you very much.”

His hand wrapped gently around her wrist, holding her in place. “You needed a reminder that I’m more than whatever you’ve been taught to perceive me as. I’m not whoever Henrietta was. I’m not whoever my parents want me to be. I’m just as lost as you are.”

She chewed the inside of her lip. “You’re right, but I can’t just ignore everything that’s been said to me. I’m supposed to hate you.”

“Well, do you?”

She sighed, staring at his hand, still holding her wrist. “I don’t hate anyone.”

“So, a non-answer. How diplomatic of you,” he scoffed, lip curled.

He was gorgeous, and infuriating. A horrible combination.

“You shouldn’t have kissed me or we wouldn’t be in this mess!” Carina whispered angrily, trying to keep her voice low despite her rage.

“You’re joking, right?” He shook his head, dropping his hand. “Carina, I don’t know what kind of revisionist bullshit you’re pulling right now, but if I remember correctly, you kissed me first.”

“Well – Well, my kiss didn’t count! It was a peck. I was coming down from an adrenaline rush. It wasn’t anything,” she shook her head, sliding the book back on the shelf. “You could’ve just left it at that, but you went in for round two, so you made it all complicated.”

“Yeah, I went in for round two because the first kiss sucked,” he said, emphasizing the last word.

She sucked in a sharp breath, trying to hold back a startled gasp. “If it sucked, you wouldn’t have gone in for another one.”

“Nope. Just trying to clean up after you,” he said, a hint of a teasing smile on his lips.

He was insufferable. Annoying. Unbearable. But he was gorgeous.

“What are we even arguing about? We’re literally just arguing to argue right now,” she huffed, flinging her arms in the air, letting her palms slap her thighs.

“You want to hate me, but you can’t. And you’re a bad kisser.”

She gritted her teeth, grabbing the lapels of his denim jacket, tugging him forward to smash her lips against his.

This kiss was a lot different than the last one – born out of frustration and anger and delicious sexual tension rather than exhilaration.

He groaned into her mouth, his hands grazing the hem of her skirt, slowly tracing the shape of her hips. He fisted the fabric there, pulling her closer, closer than they’d ever been.

The library was nearly silent, the dozens of rows around them completely unoccupied.

He slid his hands underneath her blazer, tugging at the hem of her skirt with a crooked finger. She could barely focus on what their mouths were doing anymore, considering he was two seconds away from copping a feel.

She pulled away, panting. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He laughed, just as out of breath as she was. “There’s nobody around. Live a little.”

“I can’t afford to ‘live a little’. You of all people should understand that, unless you’re just that dense.”

“Ouch. That almost hurt,” he smiled, hand snaking around her waist.

She smacked his chest with an open hand, her palm thudding inaudibly against the material of his hoodie. “Shut up.”

“Is this the part where you expect me to say ‘make me’? How cliche of you.”

“You’re the worst.”

“And you’re holding back because you think you owe people shit. You should let go,” he said, raising his hand to cup her chin. “I’ll be right here to catch you.”

Her lips parted involuntarily, a little dumbfounded by just how… suave this guy was. She was clearly immune to his charms in some capacity, but had just enough cracks in her exterior that he knew he could slip through.

“And you said I was cliched,” she said, running her hands down his lapels and smoothing them back in place. “I’ve, uh, never done this before.”

“Made out in a library? Weak –” He cut himself off at the look in her eyes, surprise flitting across his features before he wiped it away, the teasing back in place as quickly as it left.

“Guess I underestimated you,” he murmured, glancing around to check the surrounding area.

“That’s the best dirty talk I’ve heard in awhile,” she grinned.

He raised his brows at her, challenging. “You’re that easily impressed?”

He leaned in, so close that his lips grazed her earlobe, short whiskers scratching her jawline. “Wait till you see what else my mouth can do.”

She sighed involuntarily, eyelids fluttering. She really hated how her body reacted to his voice, low and grating, the bass of it sending shockwaves into her nerves. “Fuck…”

“Think I can make you cum before the librarian does her last rounds?” He said in her ear, hand splaying across the back of her skirt, gripping her ass, chuckling when she gasped.

“What about you?” She breathed, tilting her head to expose more of her neck to him, revelling in the way he sucked and nipped her skin.

“I know you’ll get me off. I mean, look at you,” he said, cupping her breast with his free hand. She sighed again, annoyed at herself for reacting – again.

His hands roamed, settling at the front of her skirt. “Is this okay?”

She nodded, rolling her lips to keep from making noise as his fingers slipped under her skirt, fingertips grazing the inside of her thighs. She sucked in a breath when he deftly pulled her underwear to the side, the pads of his fingers sliding against her.

“Don’t tell me auntie Henrietta’s got you this worked up.”

“Stop teasing me – no time –” she managed to get out, whining when his thumb circled her clit.

God, the act of being seen alone with him was enough to get her a headlining story, and kissing him would get her blacklisted faster than her mother could call her and chew her out – but fucking him? She’d never be able to show her face in public again.

But something about the rush of being with him, making her own choices, being spontaneous, was enough to make the decision for her.

“Just shut up and fuck me, Blaine,” she groaned, her nails digging into his shoulder, forehead pressed against him as she tried to focus on containing her noises.

“Turn around,” he ordered, spinning them around so she was pressed up against the bookcase. Thank god they were in the back, hidden by the edge of it.

She gripped the wood, trying to hide the trembling of her arms as he hurriedly shoved her skirt up over her hips, bunched at her waist.

He ran his hands over her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh. He toyed with the back of her thong, slipping his hand under the fabric before dragging it to the side.

“C’mon, stop staring. We don’t have all day,” she said, glancing at him over her shoulder.

“Goddamn, Carina,” he said, low and breathy. “Keep looking at me like that and it’ll be hard to stay quiet.”

She stared at the books in front of her, browsing the titles while he unzipped his jeans and rolled on a condom.

“You’re looking for books, even now?” He laughed, reaching his hand underneath her to stroke her clit gently. “You’re something else.”

“I was not –” she said, sucking in air when he expertly curled his fingers inside of her. “Jesus –”

“You sure you’re alright with this?” He asked, pumping himself slowly – she could feel his knuckles graze her ass and it was enough to make her breaths quicken. 

“Yes, Blaine – please she could be coming by any minute now –” She was cut off by him sinking into her slowly, languidly, and she dropped her head, sighing into the crook of her elbow, arms already bent and shaking.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, rasp still twinging his voice. He leaned forward, his left arm snaking to cup her breast, the right gently grabbing her chin to tilt her head towards him.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you,” he said, dragging his thumb across her parted lips while he pumped into her slowly, hips rolling deliciously slow.

“Oh my god – I –” Her senses were overstimulated – the way he was fucking her, talking to her, looking at her – she was already putty in his hands. She moaned an incomprehensible phrase when she grinded her hips, Blaine bottoming out inside of her.

“Use your inside voice,” he laughed breathily into her ear.

She opened her jaw, sucking his thumb into her mouth, revelling in the way his lids fluttered when she ran her tongue over the pad of it.

His pace quickened, hips snapping into her. He captured her earlobe between his teeth, breathing heavily through his nose, his low gravelly moans right in her ear.

As much as Carina wanted to scold herself for getting too comfortable with him that quickly, she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

She was almost grateful for the forced tension with him via their parent’s pressuring – it made fucking him much more gratifying.

It wasn’t hate fucking, because she really didn’t hate him. He was annoying, but not evil. It was definitely a twisted act of vengeance – their reputations wouldn’t survive being caught like this, but neither of them cared in the moment.

God, it felt so good for her to just let go of the million expectations that everyone had for her to chase the one thing she wanted. That level of spontaneity was addicting – she didn’t blame Blaine for rebelling so often.

“Fuck – you’re so good –” he said, tilting her head to press hot, open mouthed kisses against her parted lips.

Probably to keep her quiet, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. He tasted so sweet, so fucking sweet –

“Blaine, please, I’m close,” she said through soft gasps, lips still touching his.

“Tell me what to do.”

“Keep going like that, and touch me, please,” she said, whining way louder than she intended to when his fingers found her again.

He covered her mouth with his hand, slowing his pace so he could scope it out. It was seemingly quiet, still, their soft pants the only sound.

She wiggled her hips, smiling against his hand when he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Such a tease,” he said, before moving his hips again.

She braced her arms against the bookshelf, pushing against him. He set a relentless pace, the low thumps of her skin against his jeans just loud enough that they definitely could have been noticed by someone a couple rows away.

“So, so beautiful,” he murmured, the words of affirmation falling from his lips as naturally as his teasing did.

The familiar intense feeling washed over her, clenching around him while white lined the edges of her vision. She folded her arms on the edge of the shelf, dipping her head so she could catch her breath.

“Can I just say that you’re looking absolutely regal right now?” He smirked, pulling out of her.

“You didn’t finish though,” she said, weakly, still recovering.

“You can make it up to me later,” he said, lightly patting her ass before pulling her skirt back in place.

“No, this can’t happen again,” she shook her head, turning to face him completely, one hand still resting on the shelf for balance. “This was a one–time thing.”

“Oh, so you’re willing to admit defeat so easily, huh? I guess Ardonians are better in every way,” he shrugged, resituating himself.

There he was again – Blaine was back to teasing, his automatic default.

She gritted her teeth, pushing his chest with a pointed finger. “You not finishing isn’t some kind of competitive edge over me –”

“It is, but continue.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes. “I can’t with you. Bye.”

She pushed past him, heading back towards the tables to grab her stuff. Just as she slung her backpack over her shoulder, the door to the stairs creaked open, the librarian emerging.

“You’ll need to leave. We’re closing now.”

She nodded. “Have a great night.”

The air outside was warm, still, the last rays of sun long gone. The campus looked nearly abandoned, a few stragglers entering and exiting the residential buildings.

“Hey, Carina, wait – you forgot this –”

She turned, lips already curled in disgust. He really didn’t know when to stop.

“It’s your fancy fountain pen. Figured you needed it,” he said, tossing it to her.

“Thanks,” she said, reaching out to snatch it from his hand, but he pulled it out of her reach.

“Damn, someone’s annoyed. Turn around, I’ll put it in your backpack for you.”

“If it gets you away from me faster, sure.”

“Night, Carina. See you in class,” he grinned, giving her a solute before turning in the opposite direction.

Tatum approached her, brows furrowed. “You really shouldn’t be seen with him.”

“I know,” she sighed, tugging the straps of her bag tighter. She took off in front of him, briskly walking back towards her suite.

“Hey… stop walking for a second. I need to see something,” Tatum said, annoyance lacing his voice.

“Uh… alright,” she agreed, halting in place.

He closed the gap between them, standing right behind her. Her cheeks heated a bit, wondering if he sensed something off about her. His instincts couldn’t be that good, could they?

“What the –” he spat, the sound of light crinkling alerting her.

He circled her, holding something up. Her eyes widened when she realized what it was.

Blaine had slipped the condom wrapper into the clip of her pen before returning it.

Her hands balled into fists at her sides, wondering how the hell she got caught up with the son of her family’s nemeses, and why she loved the feeling of eating the forbidden fruit.

He was the flame, but she was the gasoline, for sure. She didn’t know how long she could fan the flame without being burned, but she found herself hoping for much, much longer.

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[readbythestarlight]

c2e140

So okay is tonight the last episode? Because people keep saying it is basically and like while I’ve resigned myself to it ending I feel like if it ends tonight it’s gonna be VERY abrupt

I’ve been so distracted by the battle I forgot to type lol

That thing Caleb did with the glaive was intense tho and very clever

[[MORE]]

"I cast Marine Layer!!!" lol

I’m sorry HOW many attacks??

Jfc how is Veth still up

Don’t make her cut through the body of her wife wtf Matt

Oh thank goodness

Veth noooooo

"Lots of cover" says Caleb, who is trapped under a tower

E: "Caleb I need you!"

Me: AHHHHHHHHHHHH

I’m crying

YAAAAAS BABY

SAVING HIS MAN

"Press my forehead to his forehead" FUCKINGGGGGGGS

F O R E H E A D T O U C H

I’m going to cry forehead touches are my FAVORITE form of showing affection and intimacy

jester NO

This is starting to get frustrating as a fight come ON KILL HIM

Both of the clerics going down

Wonderful

Oh thank GOD he had death ward

Holding onto his maaaaaan

Caleb that’s smart very nice

Should have willed her to just live tho tbh

Fuck I need to sleep just as the fight has started to get interesting/stressful

Oh thank god that Cad had a diamond ready to bring her back

Oh no is it gonna fail??

FUCK

that’s the first time they’ve failed to bring someone back

OH MY GOD

MATTHEW YOU SON OF A BITCH

God the clerics are in BAD shape

Please stop picking on my kids

Cant Lucien and the Eyes just die

He’s down fuck

And Essek’s right there with him

Fuck

Oh thank GOD for that heal bless you Laura/Jester

Niiiiiice!

Oh daaaaamn Beau nice move

NAT20 YEAAHHHH

Marisha jumping up and down in her chair lol

Essek Gonna fuck him UP for hurting Caleb HELL yeah

Y’all I’m writing so much Shadowgast in my head

FUCK HIM UP BOIIIIIII

Babyyyyyyy

Plz don’t kill Essek

Essek nooooo

Oh thank god

Not my other BOYYYY

Okay okay oKAY GOOD

HOW is there still an hour and a half to go

Stop trying to kill my BOY

Babyyyy D:

Hey Matt why don’t you tell us what Essek saw

Did he see Caleb reaching out for him

Did he Matt

Did he

FUCK NOT AGAIN

CALEB NOOOO

God dammit

Fucking fuck

NO

he’s DEAD

fucking hell

Essek get back to your man

Of course they can’t see him

Not that it matters because he’s dead

Fucking fuuuuuck

End this fight already I hate this

Come on Laura roll really good

YES

GO LAURA

GO JESTER

YAAAAAAAAAS

Y’all I literally shrieked

Holy shit y’all

Hoooolllyyyyy shit

Oh that’s both spooky and soft

Oh good the eyes are going too I’m glad

Bring him BACK

I’m begging

Revivify

Please oh gods please

(Essek please stand there in the background anxious)

Please god y’all can’t kill Liam’s character at the end of BOTH campaigns

God I was CONVINCED he was going to be perma-dead

“Insight check” I’m laughing through my tears

Somebody let Essek hug Caleb or something idk

What the

No way

I’m with Essek and Fjord here

“Once you’re a member of the Mighty Nein you’re in. You should know that by now.” Okay okay okay

Are we really gonna do this omg

Yoooooo go back for the bag!

Oh no

RIP the bag of holding

Fjord’s priorities are in the right place *nod*

Gonna have to have a one shot to find the lost U’kotoa eye I guess

NAT20 whoopWHOOP

Awww Fjorjester huuuuug they’re so wholesome

I honestly don’t know how I feel about this

Oh my godddddddd

What

Was it a 9???

What was it??

OH NO

A NAT1?? oh jeeze

That

That hurts

To have lost him a second time, basically

Ouch…

Essek now is not the time to be jealous, love

Fjord checking up on my boy

E: “It’s not fair. It’s not fair, you’ve all come so far. It’s just not fair.”

F: “It rarely is. You did more for us and for him than most anyone we know

“I spent my entire life studying with the intent to not let things like this happen to chance. That can’t be it, can it?”

F: “I don’t know, but if you ere to ask my wife friend Cad he’d tell you that life continues on. It changes, it elopes, it grows. I don’t think there’s an end…” couldn’t follow the rest but I’m crying a LOT

“You’ve shown me all I need to see” THANK YOU FJORD im crying so hard y’all

“Caleb Widowgast. Have you ever accepted defeat?”

“Hm. Maybe today for the first time. Or, well, a chance in direction anyway.”

Essek wants to help so bad y’all I’m cryin’

Oh dang Cad

HOLY

oh my god

02%

WILD

MOM

???

“Put it back. I think they’ve earned it. Put it back.”

Oh my goddddd

I feel better knowing it’s Taliesin’s choice

I’m gonna CRY

Oh

My GODDDSS

“I can’t deal with the emotional whiplash” GIRL SAME

“Your eyes open for the first time”

Holy

FUCK

“Bolts up and runs”

Oh my god y’all

Oh

My god

GROUP HUG HIM

Molly

Mollymauk

MOLLYMAUK

TEALEAF

not empty not empty no

Babyyyy

Fuck y’all I’m gonna cry

I’m gonna cry for real

I didn’t think I’d really be so happy to have him back

Holy SHIT y’all

Yeeeeees hug your man Caleb

This is so emotional I’m crying

“Empty” no baby

I’m so glad it wasn’t at the cost of us losing Caduceus

I love Cad so much

“I’m so tired”

“I think you have a bright future ahead of you”

I’m crying over everyone being so sweet to Essek <3

“You’re always welcome at my house”

Y’all I’m gonna BAWL next week

Literally gonna just weep for however many hours it lasts

[lokis-astvinur]

Follow You.

One Shot: Loki x Reader.

Prompt: You only see colours when you are in love... or not.

Word Count: 1686.

Warnings: language and fight.

You sighed tiredly you couldn't feel your body, you were sore and you wanted to finish training right there and then.

"C'mon, HYDRA won't give you much time to recover," Bucky hissed.

"Can you calm down for a second?" you asked, tiredly.

"Stand. UP." Bucky snarled.

"God, you're impossible," you cried.

Bucky launched himself into you and you avoided his fists, you jumped and flipped around kicking and punching, Bucky avoided each of your movements. You growled slamming hard into his chest with your knee, he fell back and stood to hit you, you jumped and punched, he stopped your hands and you fell back. You growled and kicked him doing a flip which ended with you flying across the room when Bucky grabbed your leg and launched you away. Your side hurt and you let out a cry.

"Ouch," you heard across the room. Steve and Sam watching.

"I can't," you cried, sore and tired.

"Stand up," Bucky snarled, walking to you.

"Bucky, I can't," you object.

"STAND UP," he shouted.

You cried, tears filling your eyes but stood up, you prepared yourself to be kicked again.

"Enough," Loki snarled, behind you. You jumped and let yourself fall on your ass. Loki appeared out of nowhere and stopped Bucky.

"She needs to train," Bucky said.

"She's done," Loki replied, helping you stand.

"You're not her mentor," Bucky spat.

Loki smiled sweetly at you and murmured a low "wait", he kissed your forehead softly and spun around punching Bucky straight in the face and made him fall a few feet away.

"Loki!" you shouted, shocked.

"Son of a bitch!" Bucky growled, rushing to hit him back but Sam and Steve stopped him.

"Hey, hey," Sam said.

"We are not doing this," Steve tried to calm them down.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Bucky growled, pissed off.

"You need to rest," Loki murmured to you. He carried you away and you gave Bucky, Sam and Steve an apologetic look. Ever since Bucky rejected you a year ago Loki has been protective of you. You were close friends, besties you always said. Loki supported and helped you as much as he could and he even started joining your team on missions. The last mission didn't go well, Bucky and you argued and you ended bleeding. Bucky was a good friend and you knew at some point he had a crush on you. You heard him that's why when he rejected you it hurt but you decided to let it go.

Now, looking at Loki adding bath salts and a bath bomb in the tube made you smile. You liked Loki more than you should but you wouldn't say a thing. Loki had made clear he would never be with a Midgardian.

"You shouldn't have punched him," you murmured.

"He is a dick," Loki growled.

"Don't be too harsh on him," you whispered, stroking his arm.

"He broke your heart," Loki hissed, clearly upset.

"That was long ago," you murmured, "plus, I forgave him," you added.

"Have your bath," Loki said, "I'll come back with dinner, you need to rest,"

He left you alone and you relaxed in the hot water. He even added your essentials oils, he cared. You thought about the nights you spent with Loki. The date nights around downtown, the cinema nights, the watching the stars night, karaoke nights, walk in the park and sit with hot chocolate in your hands. God, you loved Loki, endlessly.

"He didn't mean to hurt you," Steve said, sweetly.

"I know," you smiled, "Loki can be cutthroat sometimes," you murmured.

"Loki wants to protect you," Steve added.

"He punched Bucky," you said.

"80 times," Steve smirked and you laughed.

"He said Bucky broke my heart so he wants to break his limps," you joked.

"And I would help him," Steve joked. You smiled. "Loki loves you,"

"Steve, don't," you murmured.

"Listen for a second," Steve said.

"I know what you want to say but it's not real," you interrupted.

"Loki," Steve said.

"Yes?" Loki asked, from the door.

"Loki!" you called. Loki walked to your bedside and left a package on your lap. You opened the package and smiled, more books, "thank you,"

"You mentioned you wanted them," Loki murmured.

You nodded and you caught a glimpse of Steve smiling suggestively, you rolled your eyes.

"Loki," Steve said, "A friend asked if you wanted to join dinner with us?"

"No," Loki answered.

"You sure?" Steve continued, "She's the blonde..."

Loki cut him off, "No," he focused on you, "Anything else you need?"

"Sweetcheeks is coming, too," Steve added. Loki inspected you for a second.

"Okay," Loki said, "I will take you to the place,"

"But," you murmured.

"But nothing," Steve added, "I'll see you the location,".

You bounced from one leg to another, you waited for Loki in the living room. Barton has already joked about the two of you and you knew he was trying to contact Tony.

"Wow," you heard Sam behind you.

"Sam!" you smiled.

"You look amazing," Sam said, making you spun around.

"Thank you," you murmured, shyly. Wanda picked the outfit for you. A jean black dress, converse and a dark green and gold coat. "Are you coming?"

"Oh," Sam murmured, "I'll see you there, got to pick up flowers," he half grinned.

"Let's go," Loki said, fixing his watch. Your mouth fell open, he wore black tux trousers hugging his long legs, a white shirt, a black tie and a leather jacket, perfectly polished shoes.

"Damn," Sam murmured.

"Let's... let's go," you babbled.

Loki opened your car door and you walked into the nice restaurant. He gave Steve's name and the waiter walked you to your seats. A table for two.

"But Steve..." you murmured.

"Ah," Loki sighed, checking his phone, "Rogers had to cancel, the ladies weren't feeling alright,"

"All of them?" you asked, unamused.

"He said we left early so they didn't want to ruin our night," Loki added.

You nodded at him and ordered some wine. You waited for your food while Loki went quickly to the restroom. You texted Steve telling him you would kill him if you caught a glimpse of him. He laughed and said you would thank him later.

Whatever Steve had in mind did not happen. You stormed in the living room to your quarters while Loki shouted behind you.

"What happened?" Steve asked, confused.

"Hey doll," Bucky asked, following you.

"Barnes if you touch her," Loki spat.

"Go to hell, Loki!" you yelled from the hall.

Loki growled and sat angrily on the sofa. Sam and Steve observed him and waited for him to explain what happened.

"None of your business," Loki snarled.

"We haven't said anything," Sam hissed back.

"Steve is thinking too loud," Loki growled, his body tense and he sighed.

"I'll check on her," Steve added. Sam nodded and he waited for Loki.

"But what happened?" Bucky asked, concerned.

"Loki is an ass," you growled.

"But why?" Bucky asked, again.

You denied tears filled your eyes rage taking over you, "I hate him,"

"Doll," Bucky tried to get closer.

"He said men don't find me attractive," you spat.

"What?" Bucky paled.

"What happened?" Steve walked in, checked you and sat in your bed.

"You and your stupid ideas!" you shouted.

"What did I do?" Steve asked.

"Loki," you murmured, you denied and you fell on your knees and cried.

"Oh no," Steve murmured rushing to you. He tried to calm you down and Bucky didn't know what to do.

"He didn't mean to," Steve murmured.

"Ha," you laughed, "Why whenever any man hurts me you say they don't mean to?" you spat angrily. Bucky gulped remembering a year ago, back when he did the stupidest thing ever.

"It's Loki," Steve murmured, "he follows you around,"

"He doesn't even see me as a FRIEND," you laughed, hurt.

"Loki..." Steve tried to speak.

"I love you," Loki said standing in the door.

"You don't," you babbled, confuse and hurt.

"I follow you around," Loki said, "I do whatever you do, I chase you, I do whatever you need or you wish, I do my best to make you happy," he added.

"Loki," you murmured, "If you think for a single second you can play with..." Bucky punched Loki in the face and you screamed in horror.

"You hurt her," Bucky snarled.

"You hurt her first!" Loki yelled back, ready to fight back.

"Stop, you morons!" Steve yelled.

"Get out!" you yelled, "All of you!"

"I love you," Loki said, "And I mean every word," he walked to you and kissed your forehead. He walked out alongside Steve and Bucky.

"Steve," you stopped him.

"He is not lying," Steve murmured when they left.

"What am I going to do?" you murmured.

"What do you mean?" Steve asked.

"I saw his colours," you babbled.

"He stopped hiding them from you," Steve smiled.

"Bucky," you whispered. Steve paled.

"What?" he asked.

"Both," you babbled, "Bucky and Loki have mixed colours,"

"Oh God," Steve murmured, "do you think?"

"Loki," you babbled.

"Why did you do it?" you murmured.

"I don't know," Loki murmured, "I guess I wasn't thinking,"

"You knew I liked him," you whispered.

"I thought I was only hiding mine," Loki rasped.

"Bucky," you sighed.

"I'm sorry I took him from you," Loki murmured. You could hear the sincerity in his voice.

"Do you mean it?" you asked, you looked at the stars above you.

"I think everyone knows I follow you," Loki laughed, softly.

"But.." you murmured. His lips crashed into yours and he kissed you softly as if the kiss would break you.

"You, it's always been you," Loki whispered slightly apart from you. You starred into his eyes you felt relief and then you saw them. The explosion of colours in his eyes, in his chest, in his brain, in his heart, in his soul. The colours that you saw in Wanda and Vision. Tony and Pepper. Thor and his pop-tarts.

"Colours," you babbled.

"I see them, too," Loki murmured and kissed you again.

[bangtanpromptsfics]

acacia.

dialogue prompt #1: “Is this illegal?”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: f2l, fluff

word count: 1,590

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing

summary: jungkook is in love with his best friend who would date anybody but him

a/n: these are meant to be for writing practice. feedback is greatly appreciated. it's really short but I hope you like this!! prompt is inspired from pinterest.

masterlist

“Is this illegal?”

Jungkook realises you are dumb, especially with all that alcohol from the party, or more so even without it. 

He takes a sip of his beer and tries to construct a safe sentence which won't come out as rude.

“Bitch”. Well he tried. “You want to rob someone? That too his Balenciaga jacket? ”

You are referring to Namjoon who is busy chatting up girls with his dimples and loads of knowledge, for which he is mostly known. Redefining sexy or something on that line. 

He was hosting this party for reasons you don't remember now anyways, it has something to do with his never ending list of achievements. And he basically invites most of the population of college. I mean free drinks so, whatever. 

“I'm cold Kook, and his jacket looks so warm. He didn't give it when I asked him politely, so let's steal it”, you slur, shifting your body weight around enough to not have your face planted on the floor. 

“You asked him? ”, he squeaks. “You can have mine”, he is removing his denim jacket in the next second, with a look of amuse of course and drapes it over your shoulder, “feeling better?”

“Yes!”, you begin to chime, “It smells like you too!”

Jungkook’s cheeks warm up instinctively. Though sometimes you are a pain in the ass, especially drunk, he had never complained about it. He shoots death glares and unpleasant nose scrunches of course, but nothing more. He'd been your friend for so long, so he should've been used to the random appreciation you give him. He should be immune to your flirty laughs, the way you look absolutely endearing with his hoodie on your small frame and definitely not clench his fist in jealousy when you go out for dates. 

Probably a very cliche best friend in one-sided love story, but he feels so much more complications than that. He was going to confess ages ago, but since you are dumb as I said, would jump around random guys, scare them off with your mouth and wonder why you are single. 

At times he wants to blow a punch to his face, like now, for being so crazy about his best friend, and being limited to only give you some sort of bro love until it's alas the final year of college and he completely misses the chance when you go to Paris for career. 

“Talk something Kookie”, you bump shoulders together to catch the boy's attention who is in deep thought. He was indulgent in walking you to your dorm, and it reaches by ten minutes, and he really just want to fucking kiss you before you go, but he can't. 

He faces you when you rest your face on his shoulder. “What are you thinking about hm?”, you ask. 

“Nothing”. Liar. 

“Well then I have something to say”, you remove your face and gaze on the ground, feeling a little sad already. 

For a second he is hopeful and he doesn't know why. “What about?”

“Yesterday’s date”. Ouch. But as always he is trying his best, “Oh totally forgot about it. How did it go? Any luck? ”

“He stood me up. That asshole didn't even show up. I guess he just wanted sex”, you kick a pebble out of frustration while Jungkook wants to kick his face. It breaks him that he doesn't stand a chance to show you how much you can be loved. That you are more than the body all boys crave and go. 

This time he kicks a pebble, and it jumps fairly up to land on some car’s window. 

“Careful”, you chuckle, “I don't have money for concession”.

“Y/n, why don't you understand when I say someone is playing you? I always warn you, but you choose to do your bullshit anyway”. He is aggressive, but he's just sad; broken. And even though you get it, it sets you off. 

“I am trying to find my soul mate”.

Jungkook couldn't help but laugh out loud, he thinks you are so innocent, so naive to let people run you over because of how soft your heart is. He even bends a little to catch his knees to support himself. 

“What?”, you scoff, crossing your hands across the chest. 

“You want to go on a date?”, he asks. And it takes him off guard too, more than you. But he seemed confident for the first time. Probably because the sober you doesn't remember the drunk you even in the slightest, or perhaps he thinks it'll go right. 

“Date?”, you repeat, “With you?”

“Yeah”

“Like… right now?”

“Yes”, he puts out his hand, waiting for you to join hands. 

What's the worst thing that's going to happen anyways? It's Jungkook, that one person who would give his life to protect you. 

He doesn't say anything for the rest of the walk. It's a bit rushed because he can't simply wait. A whole thunderstorm is rushing inside his veins and he wants to make everything about this just perfect. So perfect that you forget about every date you have ever been too. 

This is surely not the best date he had planned if he ever took you out, but it sounds alright on his mind and wishes it does the same on yours too. 

After a stroll, you're waiting for Jungkook behind some rented building. He returns with a ladder; enough to make it to the first floor. 

He makes sure to stand behind you and assure your safety. The rest of the way up was stairs, several tiring floors and heavy breath. 

He observes your face forms an ‘O’ out of surprise. 

At the rooftop of this building sits the most beautiful view of the city and thankfully starry sky to make things better. 

It's Jungkook’s self-reflection space to be exact. There were things he shared with you of course, you were each other's shoulder to cry on, but ever since he caught feelings for you, he is just afraid he'll end up ranting into a sudden confession and ruin the friendship. 

So he found other ways to cope. You however were convinced that it was some sort of “change” over time. Everyone changes and you believed it was just something of that sorts. 

“It's so beautiful! ”, you grin, “How come you never bring me here you meanie! ”, you smack his arm as you sit down on the ground beside him. 

“I was going too! ”, he fights back,  rubbing his arm. 

“This is a perfect date”, you begin after some moment of silence, “how come you don't go for relationships!? Girls will be so happy to be treated this way! ”

The first part of the sentence makes his chest warm out of pride, but it collapses to where it was before as you end. 

He just knows you'll never know how he feels unless he just says it, without beating around the bush. 

He doesn't say anything and instead gets up to take two cans of beer he had hid somewhere. You are way past your alcohol limit and acting knowingly for once, you reject. 

He opens his and chugs down half of it in one go. 

“Woah… hey Kookie you alright? ”, he flinches when your palm presses against his shoulder. 

“I want to kiss you really bad”.

Bad line of start. 

Your cheeks burn and turn vibrant shades of scarlet, expecting anything but that. But the more you continue to look at him, the more ethereal he looks; attractive, and someone definitely not deserving of petty friend zoning. 

He feels a pair of lips on his cheeks, startling him. He turns around to see your face breathtakingly close. 

He is really slow, studying every clue you give, once he is certain he is doing this with consent, he places both of his palms on your cheek and leans in. 

Jungkook wants to pinch himself because he thinks he is sleeping and it's just another one of his blissful day dreams. But when you nibble on his bottom lip, he thinks maybe not. You are really here, hands on his hair and kissing him. He holds your head more firmly as he begins to dominate the kiss, ambitious to let you know what he had been thinking about you for the past several years. 

His lips are flushed and glossy when you break off of him, but hands still on his body, on his shoulder, taking your time to catch your breath. 

“Y/n...I hope it's clear now. I like you. Like… . I really like you. And it had been killing me for years whenever I see you going behind other guys, sleeping with them just because they agree to take you on a date. Please Y/n, will you give me a…chance”.

Since the author had enough of Y/n’s dumbness as well, the story continues with Y/n accepting him, realising how blind she was. 

You feel already intoxicated by his lips so you give it a peck and hug him, “Yes Koo. And I'm sorry, for all this, and thank you so much for this date, I am looking forward to our second one”, you beam. 

He finds it cute how you think soulmates exist. He doesn't know about all that. He just knows you can make him happy and every heartbreak for you was worth it. So he smiles and nods, nothing conveyed after, until he takes you back to your dorm and kisses you one last time for the day. 

Thank you so much for reading!!

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[ex-vengeancedemon]

Payback and Performances

Summary: Set at the beginning of Season 2 after Buffy gets back from summer vacation in LA after having been killed by the Master. A what-if scenario where in episode 2x01 When She Was Bad, Buffy dances with Spike instead of Xander to make Angel jealous.

Alternate version of my fic "Hey Jealousy" written from Spike's POV instead of Buffy's.

Read below or on ao3.

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Well this was the joint. The Bronze. What kind of tosser named this dive anyway? Supposedly this was the slayer's regular haunt, according to the Annoying one and his lackeys. Spike wasn't sure how much longer he could play nice with the locals. Then again, maybe he wouldn't have to. He may just have gotten all the useful information from them that he was going to get. Which didn't amount to bloody much. Oh so she liked this... what even was this place? Bar? Dance club? Bar dance club? Much more of this music and he'd really be needing a drink... didn't have to be booze. The only other things he had learned from his new colleagues was that her watcher was the school librarian and she tended to move around with a group of nerds. The irritating lack of information was the cause of this little bit of reconnaissance. Gotta get to know a slayer a bit first before you kill her.

Spike moved away towards the edge of the dance floor, sliding seamlessly between the dancing patrons. She wasn't here. Not yet. But someone else was. Spike did his best to put bodies between him and his old pal, keeping carefully in the shadows. No need to go ruffling Angelus' soulful feathers. At least, not before he found the slayer. Spike had heard that he was going by Angel now, feeding off vermin and such. Pathetic really. How the mighty have fallen. And what was up with the hair?

On the bright side, if the slayer didn't show up, he could certainly make a night out of messing with Angel. The ponce was just standing there, staring intently at the door of the establishment. The few people who had attempted to speak to him had been curtly dismissed. Angel's seeming fascination with the door had allowed Spike to more or less have a run of the place. He could probably slaughter everyone on the balcony without Angel even raising an eye. What'd he think was gonna waltz through that door? Redemption? An evil demon? A blood bank? Elephants on parade?

Spike plucked a full cup out of some co-ed's hand as they walked past.

"Hey man!" the guy with the Hawaiian shirt protested. Good thing for the shirt too, it was the only thing the dullard had going for him it seemed. "What gives?"

Spike took a drink out of the cup and made a face. "Mate, that's the worst piss I've put in my mouth since the prohibition." Spike tossed the cup aside, spilling liquid on a few of the dancers and earning him a few glares.

The man muttered under his breath but scampered off when Spike shot him a toothy grin. He didn't know why the humans got so worked up over his real face. It was just for an instant. Sure was funny to watch though. As Spike suspected, Angel remained completely oblivious to his little scene. All the better.

Finally, Angel straightened, tensing up as he did so. Spike eyed the door. Whatever Angel had been waiting for, this was it. And then the devil walked in.

Although walked certainly didn't seem to cover it. More like strutted. She removed her long black coat that extended just as far as her little black dress. The back was low cut, exposing what was meant to be a scintillating amount of skin. She looked good, and she knew it. So this was the slayer. Buffy. She matched the photos. He was a bit surprised. This was clearly a girl out looking for trouble. And you know what they say: go looking for trouble and you're sure to find it. Not exactly what he had been expecting, but it would make things more interesting. Slayer on a bender. He loved a good bender.

The surprises didn't stop as Angel approached the vampire slayer. So the git had a death wish then? Probably couldn't take one more day of rat. However, instead of staking him, they just... talked. Well, that was anticlimactic.

Spike couldn't hear what they were saying, but he examined them carefully from afar. She seemed flippant, even laughing. He seemed dour. Then - what was that? Was that hurt? Did she hurt Angelus' feelings? Realization dawned on him as he broke out in a grin. This was just too good. Spike could spot a heartbreak from a mile away. The vampire was in love with the slayer. Poor Angelus. Couldn't be a man, couldn't be a monster. Forget Fortuna, Spike's new favorite deity was irony. If only he could get a picture of that crestfallen face, really preserve the moment.

The slayer brushed passed Angel - giving him the cold shoulder so to speak - and headed out onto the dance floor. Spike was somewhat amused to notice that she was quite literally turning heads. Confidence has that effect. All about confidence. Put on a good show. His amusement turned to concern as he realized she was moving directly toward him. Had he been made? 'Suppose it was too late to slink off. Bugger it. He could give her a damn good show. Plenty of people around to threaten and all. Then again, he wasn't sure exactly where she was stashing the stake...

She stopped in front of him, apparently reaching her intended target. She was at ease, seemingly not bent on killing him. At least, not right then.

"And just what can I do for you?" Spike asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

Buffy tilted her head slightly as a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. It suddenly struck him that she wasn't intending on staking him at all. Apologies Fortuna, I'll never slander you again.

Buffy cocked her head towards the crowd of people moving along to the music. "Well this is a dance floor. Dance with me."

His eyes widened slightly and he glanced over at Angel, the movement almost imperceptible. Angel seemed to be struck in some sort of shock. Guess the cover was blown.

Spike let out a low chuckle. "Who am I to refuse a lady?"

Buffy took his hand and pulled him out into the center of the dance floor. Now this was a laughable turn of events. Spike shot a smirk over at Angel. He was paler than usual and his forehead was creased with concern... and fear. No good mate, all that worry will give you wrinkles. Angel's eyes never left them. Spike also noticed that Buffy was casting furtive glances over Angel's way. Lover's tryst then. Even better.

Spinning around to face him, Buffy slowly raised her hands above her head and began swaying her hips to the music. It was a slow, sultry song, which was perfect for taunting one's jilted former. Spike placed his hands on her waist and pulled her closer as he moved along with her. He could almost start to like this music. It was different than the type of dancing he normally did with slayers. Probably not something he should make a habit of, although she was making a tempting case for it.

He leaned in closer to her ear and said, "Name's Spike."

"I don't remember asking," Buffy replied, moving her arms down over his head.

Ouch love. Fine then. Names get left at the door.

Spike grinned back and pulled her flush against him. "Oh you're a fiery one. I like it. Got to appreciate a girl with flair."

Buffy locked eyes with him, holding his gaze for a moment. Curious. She had green eyes. He was going to enjoy watching the light leave them. A light blush rose in her cheeks as she broke eye contact. She hastily turned around with her back facing Spike, wrapping his arms back around her waist as she did so. He let his hands wander slightly as he looked over at Angel, who stood rigid as a board. Spike mimed biting into Buffy's neck - letting his face transform into that of a demon for an instant - then raised a finger to his lips. Now now Angel, let's not do anything rash.

He leaned back down next to her ear and asked, "Is that your beau over there?"

"What?" Buffy asked, startled out of an almost trace-like state.

Her eyes drifted immediately over to Angel, who seemed to be sweating in the metaphorical sense of the word. Of course, Spike assumed that was exactly what she wanted. A reaction. Well, she was certainly getting one.

"The git you've been eyeing," Spike replied, smirking against her ear. "What'd he do to merit this little show?"

Instead of answering, she reached up and put her hand behind his head, moving slowly down and then back up again. He momentarily forgot about Angel as his hands traced lightly along the curves of her body, barely concealed under the thin layer of fabric. She certainly knew how to give a performance. And he wasn't exactly rushing to give up the charade.

As she moved his head back down to her neck, she finally answered, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Spike turned her around and placed his arms on her shoulders, locking his hands behind her. "Bloody right I would. But, I'll settle for evening the score. Want to give him a real show?"

An idea had hit him. Something that was sure to get under Angelus' thick skin and even their scorecard.

He took her chin between his thumb and index finger and lifted her head up slightly. This time when they locked eyes, Buffy didn't look away. Taking that as an invitation, Spike leaned down and kissed her. The kiss started out slow but quickly deepened as he leaned her backwards slightly, holding her firmly by the small of her back. She tasted familiar. Spike placed it easily - she tasted like fear. Although he doubted he was what she was afraid of at the moment. He traced his hand up her spine and smiled into the kiss as he felt her shudder. He hoped Angel was watching. Wouldn't want him to miss a moment of this. It was only fair really. Payback's a bitch.

Buffy pulled away, her skin slightly flushed, as the song came to an end. "Guess that's curtains."

"A gentleman would walk a lady home," Spike replied, still holding onto her waist.

It'd be such a shame to end the night so early. And without spilling even a drop of blood.

"Are you a gentleman?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he replied, mimicking her earlier line.

He raised an eyebrow at her and offered her his arm. She hesitated for a moment before accepting it. It really was too good to be true. And pissing off Angelus was just icing on the already frosted cake. Alright slayer, how about you, me, a little deserted alley with no witnesses?

Spike winked at Angel as they walked to the door. All the fear on Angel's face had been replaced by pure unadulterated rage. Been a while since Spike had seen that expression. When was the last time? Boxer rebellion maybe? Buffy glanced back at Angel and Spike registered her surprise. Guess he hadn't ever been that pissed at her before. Cute.

Buffy and Spike had only gotten maybe 10 yards outside the Bronze when he heard the metal door slam open. Spike sighed. Of course, Angel would have to ruin all the fun.

Angel came rushing out of the Bronze and yelled after them. "Buffy!"

Spike took his arm back from Buffy and gave her a charming smile. "Well, I think that's my cue."

With that, he walked off - not bothering to hurry - with his hands in his pockets, leaving a bewildered Buffy behind him. Angel had broken out into a sprint and was barreling toward her, her gallant savior and what all. No matter. There was always next time. And he had a feeling this time would be stuck in both their memories for a good long while. He knew he wouldn't be forgetting it anytime soon.

"Angel?" Buffy asked. "What the hell?"

Spike raised an arm up and waved without looking back. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you around, Slayer!" He paused a moment to let his words hit. "Oh, and Angel?" Spike said, turning around and continuing to walk away backwards. "Your girl? Delicious."

He gave one last satisfied grin before disappearing around the corner. See you soon love.