#babe you simply aren't that guy anymore..

[fearcutsdeeper]

What I'm getting from this is that Tharkay has figured out where Laurence's character arc is headed and Laurence very much hasn't

[ashwhowrites]

So excited to see your requests open!!! My first request since I found you!! So I was having a hard time deciding what to ask for and then I thought why not do a dice roller on the prompt list with the categories!

And I got love confessions 7, and then under fluff 11. Honestly it sounds cute as hell! And that’s all, full author control of the set up and what have you.

And clearly I’m very indecisive tonight so I rolled for who to ask for it with, between Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. And the dice gods decreed Steve and I cannot wait to see what you do with this!

You are chef’s kiss, shining star, ten million fireflies lighting up the world as owlcity fell asleep.

Lol, basically you’re great and your writing is great and thank you so so much for doing requests as much as you do! it really just makes it easier to get through the miasma that is life when I can check here for new goodies on fic days. Your effort is so appreciated babes. XOXO

“I’m going to need you to stop for one second because I just find it so incredibly rude that you think I’m not head over heels in love with your stupid, oblivious ass. Are you a brick? Because you’re dense as fuck.”

“Our kids are gonna be *mwah*!”

A harsh confession

Steve was a helpless romantic who never wanted to give up on his relationship with Nancy. But it was clear she didn't love him and a part of him was scared to admit he didn't love her. They were high school lovers and he figured she'd be the one until the end, simply because it was the easiest outcome.

And then he met someone else, Y/N. He met someone who made him feel things he had never felt with Nancy. It scared the shit out of him. To make matters worse, it was his new coworker. Someone he would always see and spend time with. Then he'd go back to Nancy and try to get Y/N out of his head.

But she never left. She haunted Steve's head and he couldn't escape her. He didn't have the heart to tell Nancy, so he planned to suffer for the rest of his life in a convenient relationship. Nancy had other plans, she fell in love with someone else too, but she wasn't going to stay for Steve. One drunk night and all her feelings came to the surface. Steve was hurt but man was he relieved.

~~~

Steve walked into work as a new man, a bright smile on his face. He was free and that meant he could go for Y/N, the girl he truly wanted.

"What's got you in a good mood?" Robin asked

"Nancy broke up with me," Steve said, but he didn't sound upset about it, and that confused Robin

"Isn't a breakup supposed to be heartbroken and supposed to be crying in your bedroom and not showering for days?"

"I'm not a girl," Steve scoffed, which led Robin to give him a glare and roll her eyes. "It was needed, neither of us was in it anymore," Steve explained.

"Morning, guys," Y/N smiled as she walked through the doors. Steve smiled upon hearing her voice, his stomach fluttering as she walked past him and he inhaled her perfume.

"Morning, Y/N," Robin smiled

They followed her with their eyes until she was out of sight.

"That's why you aren't upset. You got your eye on someone else," Robin teased, nudging Steve with her elbow.

"Yeah, but the question is, does she have her eye on me?" Steve sighed

~~~

Now that Steve was single, he tried to charm Y/N's socks off. It seemed to work, she'd smile and get shy. Sometimes she'd flirt back and it made Steve's head spin.

He felt too nervous to straight out ask if she was interested in him so he hoped his flirting and consistent interest told her how he felt. But were girls ever that easy? Nope.

She liked Steve, of course, she did. He was gorgeous with his sweet eyes, perfect smile, and flowy hair. She had feelings for him the second she met him. But he was with Nancy so she never went for it. Now he is single and seems to flirt with her more than he ever did with Nancy.

Y/N wanted to give in but she was scared to be his rebound. She liked him too much to date him so fresh out of a relationship. She couldn't tell if he was interested in hooking up or interested in being together. She could have asked him but she felt like she would sound way too pushy about it.

She gave it a week or two and Steve never asked her out so she gave up. A random boy she met asked her out and she accepted the date. She wasn't exactly interested in the poor boy but maybe it would make Steve move forward a step.

~

"SHE'S ON A DATE!" Steve screamed as he walked into Robin's bedroom. His hair was a mess from the amount of times he ran his hands through it. He was beyond frustrated and a bit hurt.

"What?" Robin asked

"She's on a fucking date, Robin. Clearly, she doesn't like me," Steve huffed, collapsing on her bed with a dramatic sigh.

"Well, have you thought about asking her on a date?" Robin sighed, already knowing her peaceful night was going to be spent on Steve's feelings.

"Obviously!" Steve groaned

"Okay, did you ever ask her?"

"Well, no,"

"How do you know she doesn't like you if you've never asked her out?" Robin sarcastically smiled

"Because she's currently on a date with a guy," Steve said back in a duh tone.

"It's a date, Steve. She isn't getting married," Robin said as she rolled her eyes, "ask the girl out."

~~~

The next day Steve pulled her aside at work. She was confused but followed him into the back room.

"What's up?"

"How was your date?" Steve asked, he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall

Y/N was surprised he cared to ask, "It was alright. Is that what you wanted to talk about?"

"Will there be another date?" Steve asked. He tried to sound nonchalant but his tone was clearly snippy.

"Being debated," Y/N shrugged.

"Well is he cute?" Steve asked

"Yes, Steve he's cute. What's going on?" Y/N asked

"Just catching up with my friend," Steve shrugged.

Y/N felt her body deflate at the word friend. She rolled her eyes and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Steve asked, pushing off the wall to follow her

"To work, Steve. This conversation seems to be pointless." She snapped

"Talking to me is pointless?" Steve scoffed

"It seems like it!" Y/N huffed. "I mean we barely have conversations. We flirt and that's it. Now you call me your friend and try to get the inside scoop of my dating life. What do you want from this conversation?"

"I want to know why you went on a date with that guy!" Steve exclaimed

"Because he asked me out!"

"But why would you go when we were...you know flirting," Steve argued

"I'm sorry I didn't know flirting meant we were exclusive. You never said anything about actually liking me!"

"Well, I do!" Steve fought, "I like you and I want to ask you out but it's clear you don't like me that way. I mean you already have dates lined up so I guess I shouldn't waste my time." Steve went for the door but Y/N stood in front of it. Steve looked down at her, it was clear he was angry but didn't want to lose his cool.

"I didn't want to be your rebound!" Y/N admitted

Steve's face softened, "what?"

"You and Nancy just broke up. I've always liked you but I didn't know if you were flirting because you like me or it got your mind off Nancy. And you never did anything more than flirt so I have a feeling it's the second one." Y/N spat, her eyes went into slits as she glared.

“I’m going to need you to stop for one second because I just find it so incredibly rude that you think I’m not head over heels in love with your stupid, oblivious ass. Are you a brick? Because you’re dense as fuck.” Steve laughed with no humor behind it.

"Hey you don't have to be so ru- wait you love me?" Y/N asked, her anger disappeared as shock took over her body.

"I've been in love with you, even when I was with Nancy. I should have gotten to the point and asked you out. But you also never said how you felt!" Steve argued, "But we know how we feel now, so where do you want to go with this?"

Y/N didn't have to think. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his. Her hands dove into his hair, it was softer than she ever dreamed. She loved feeling his hair and his lips, she knew she'd never get tired of it.

Steve kissed her back, his arms wrapped around her body. He pressed her against the door and kissed her harder.

The door pushed back against them and they quickly jumped apart. Robin kept pushing open the door until the two came into view.

"Got a job to do lovebirds," Robin said

"Right!" Y/N said, her body felt like it was on fire as she raced out of the door

“Our kids are gonna be *mwah*!” Steve said a dazed smile on his face.

"Oh Lord help me," Robin sighed as she went in the direction Y/N went.

[princessmaybank]

Jealousy

Pairings: Jealous!JJ x Fem!reader

Warnings: Public, p in v, hickey, oral (m receiving), slapping, nicknames, etc.

Summary: JJ is jealous of Pope, and you prove you are only his.

Authors Note: If I missed anything let me know! Enjoy!

Moodboard: Jealousy

Why was she laughing so hard with Pope?! I know Pope, he's not that fucking funny.

We were all on a trip to see as many states as we possibly could. It's only been a week and I already just want to go home. Y/N has been spending all her time with Pope, talking about the history of things we've seen. Right now we are in New York, walking Broadway. "We should go see Hamilton!!!" Pope sounded way too happy about that. "What's Hamilton? Some geeky history shit?" I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "It's a musical JJ, I've told you this. And it would be a good compromise for all of us. It's history for me and Pope but it's music for you guys." Y/N seemed excited about that. "Musicals aren't really my kinda thing. Nothing wrong with them but I don't listen to music like that." She laughed at me. "JJ this isn't a regular musical, they mostly rap instead of singing." I groaned as she pulled me by the arm into the theatre with everyone else trudging along behind us.

"What's wrong Jayj?" She asked, clearly she saw my cheerful grin. Just as I was about to answer, Pope plopped down into the seat next to her. Out of jealousy and put my arm around her shoulders but Pope still caught her eye. She forgot about the conversation she had started with me?!

I can't take this shit anymore, I stormed out of the theatre as the show was starting and I waited in the lobby of the bathrooms so I could catch my breath.

Y/N came crashing through the theatre doors and stomped towards me. "What is wrong with you?" She asked only fueling my rage. "Why don't you just go back to your little boyfriend." I rolled my eyes. "What?!" She was playing dumb. "Your boyfriend." I took her phone, went to her camera roll and scrolled through the hundreds of selfies they took together this week.

"Pope?! You're jealous of Pope? Really?!" Y/N questioned me. "You haven't given me a reason to not be jealous of him!" I shouted at her. "So you're jealous because I took pictures with my best friend?" She was confused. "Not just the fucking pictures!" "Then what is it?!" She got in my face. She was trying to be intimidating but she just looked so sexy. I had the perfect view, I am a good almost foot taller than her and she's wearing that beautiful yellow sundress I got her that shows her tits so well.

"I see the way he looks at you babe! I look at you the exact same way!" I tossed my hands in the air. She scoffed. "Jayj?" She asked sweetly. "Yes doll?" I replied. She grabbed my hands and slapped them on her ass. "Can Pope touch me here?" She asked and moved my hands to her tits. "or here?" I bit my lip as she moved them lower. "or here, on my delicate little pussy?" She whispered. I shook my head no. "Then why are we having this conversation?" She looked in the women's bathroom before grabbing my hand and leading me to the last stall. "If you were horny..you could've just said so baby." She smirked before locking the stall door, throwing her hair back, and getting on her knees. Y/N pulled my pants down along with my boxers and kissed my tip gently. "Already dripping with pre cum for me? How long have you been like this baby?" I was getting ready to answer but she sucked every ounce of pre cum out of me and off my dick. "Fuck.." Was all that slipped from my lips. She looked up at me with a smirk. As much as I loved her pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, it was definitely my turn.

I pulled her up and took her little yellow dress off.

I started reaching for the backs of her thighs. "Jump" I whispered. She gladly obeyed. I pressed her back against the cold wall as she wrapped her arms around me tighter. She placed a sloppy kiss onto my lips as I lined myself up with her hole. I got too into the kiss and simply slipped in, which caused moans to escape from both of us.

I couldn't take it any longer, I just needed to fuck her. She was moaning in time with my thrusts as I picked up the pace. Her head rolled back but I couldn't let her look away. I gave her a bit of a harsh slap on the cheek and forced her head down. "Eyes on me baby." Which only caused her more pleasure. "Could he fuck you like I do?" She shook her head no in response. "You know how to use that pretty mouth of yours. Speak." I said with another slap. "No, no!" I chuckled lightly to myself, going even faster than before.

As we were reaching our climaxes together, the door opened. "Y/N?" We heard a faint whisper. I covered Y/N's mouth to make sure she wouldn't make a peep. She was cumming on my dick, and someone who's been in bed with her a time or two, I know she's quite fucking loud.

"Y/N/N?" We heard a different voice ask. It sounded like Sarah and Kie. Probably wondering where the hell we went. I slowly slid my hand off her mouth and tried to let her answer. "Yes?" She simply asked. "Is everything okay?" Kie said, it sounded like she was getting closer to the stall door. "Yes I'll be out in a minute!" My pretty girl responded. I couldn't help myself in this moment. My dick was still inside her, and I was still horny. Maybe I could get her to go again..? I wrapped my lips around her neck, being cautious of my volume. I kept sucking on her sweet spot as they had their conversation. "Are you sure? You've missed nearly the entire first act!" Sarah said. "Mm yes! I'm okay, I'll be out and tell you when I'm done in here!" She tried not to moan, what a good girl. "We can stay and help if you'd like." Kie suggested. Hell no. Get the fuck out. "I'm fine! I just need to be alone! Thank y-you-!" She said surprisingly well. There was a moment of silence, some shuffling, and then we heard the door slam as we heard the two girls walk out. I released my mouth from her neck and set her down. We used the toilet paper to wipe ourselves off before getting dressed. I guess I wouldn't get lucky two times in a row.

She walked out of the restroom to make sure I could come out undetected. I'm assuming I couldn't because she was taking so long.

Y/N's POV

I walked through the door and was immediately stopped by Sarah and Kiara. Sarah looked at me and pointed with a smirk. "Ah-hah! I knew it!" She elbowed Kiara who was gawking at me. "What?" I said confused. "I thought I recognized those boots. You don't wear those kind of boots Y/N." Kiara teased. "And your dress is a little dirty, thought I saw it on the floor." Sarah picked. "I don't know what you two are talking about!" I crossed my arms. "Where'd the hickey come from?" Kiara smirked. "Fine. Fuck you two. Go away so he can come out." They smiled and giggled as they headed back into the theatre. I looked around before opening the door and telling JJ to hurry. He wasn't fast enough though, apparently everyone is curious as to where we were in that moment. Pope came out of the theatre doors and saw us. "Y/N I was looking for you!" Pope came over to us, not really realizing what happened. "Of course you were." JJ scoffed. "What's that supposed to mean?" Pope started to get defensive. "Stop trying to steal her man, she's taken!" JJ was getting a little aggressive. "What?! I'm not stealing anyone! She's my best friend! So are you! Why would I do that to you?" Pope said trying to stay calm.

JJ really thought about Popes words, he realized that he had nothing to be afraid of. They were best friends, they would never do something like that to each other. "Just kiss and make up already! You made me miss enough of the show already Maybank!" He giggled at my comment and hugged Pope. We rushed inside to see everyone sitting together, but one thing stood out. John B was crying. "We will now take a 15 minute intermission." We heard over the speakers. Damn it. "JB you good man?" JJ asked. "It's so fucking beautiful. Such a great story." He cried more. "Wait till act two!" Pope said. Needless to say, John B walked out of there bawling even more.

[heartsoji]

Hello. If Requests Are Open I Have One. Tsukishima, Suna And Kenma With A Reader Who Is Kinda On The Thicker Side (Thick, Not Chubby) So She Gets Sexualized And Catcalled A Lot

HQ BOYS WITH A CURVY S/O

a/n: yes! thank u sm for submitting a request ☺︎

warnings: swearing, guys (not the hq guys) way overstepping and making reader feel uncomfortable, fem reader

tsukishima, suna, and kenma x reader

TSUKISHIMA KEI

when something happens to you, he shows his protection subtly, but he really really cares about you

would attack the weirdos and people jealous of your body

he wouldn't be the "don't worry babe, i can fight" kind of attacking guy, but the "beat them up mentally until their spirit is broken" kind of attacking guy

you were doing your work diligently at your desk when suddenly, one of your male classmates stopped at your desk.

"goddamn, girl. being serious is great and all, but would it kill you to show a pained expression every now and then?" he rested his hand on your desk, covering part of your paper.

"pardon?" you asked, not quite comprehending.

"i mean," he smirked, "can't imagine what you'd be like under me if you're so serious all the time. have you ever even felt pain?" he paused. "i can show you great pain and pleasure, babe. just gotta say the word."

you froze, speechless. how were you supposed to respond to that? whilst you were trying to come up with a response, you saw kei getting up out of the corner of your eye.

"well, cutie?" your classmate grinned widely before sliding a finger down your back, making you cringe in disgust silently. "how about it?"

"i-"

"don't you have anything better to do?"

"huh?" the guy turned around to see kei towering over him, a nasty glare in his eyes.

"i said, 'don't you have anything better to do?' are you deaf, or just stupid?" kei asked, an annoyed expression present on his features.

"what the hell are you talking about? you're just a cocky brat, aren't ya?" the guy snarled. "man, i hate people like you. so much confidence with nothing to show for it."

kei paused. "i apologize. i was unaware that you hated yourself that much. things will get better, i promise." he mocked, patting the guys back, causing an angry vein to bulge out of the guy's forehead.

"haha, very funny." the guy muttered. "bitchy beanpole brat."

"alliteration! very good!" kei applauded with a smile before sending him a death glare that could freeze lava. "but seriously, are you such a loser that your ego won't allow a hit?" he then leaned into his ear. "she. isn't. interested. scram. you're just making a fool of yourself at this point."

the guy looked around and noticed everyone staring and whispering, clearly judging him for his creepy ways. he angrily stormed out of the classroom, with kei calling out a, "nice talk! let's do it again sometime," on his way out.

once the guy was fully out of the classroom, kei grabbed a chair and put it next to yours at your desk, plopping down his work as well.

"thanks, kei." you whispered a bit shakily.

he simply gave your hand a reassuring squeeze in response. "let me know if that loser gives you anymore trouble, ok?" he whispered back. "i'll beat him to a pulp." he followed up, a terrifyingly murderous intent in his eyes.

he then gave a smile, though it was still terrifyingly murderous-looking. "verbally, i mean."

SUNA RINTARO

another guy with a tongue that could slice boulders

hes not quite as mean tho, instead choosing to go with the more "protect my girl" stance rather than tsukkis "belittle them and make them feel like tiny little idiots who have no worth" stance

he'd try to embarrass the hell out of them

he's good at manipulating people, after all. he finds their weaknesses in an instant and uses it to his ultimate advantage

and also

he loves your curves

so

much

he'd definitely come over and like place his hand on your hip or ass or smth to mark his territory

bro hes the only one who gets to say how much he likes your ass?? um who tf is this other dude

he'd probs also try and cause a scene or incorporate humor to make you feel better

you were scared

a guy from the inarizaki cheering section had been staring at you ever since you entered

though you weren't absolutely positive, you felt like you could feel his eyes scanning your curves, and it made you feel like curling away in disgust

you'd lessened your cheering ever since you realized that the screaming made your tits bounce, and his eyes were practically burning a hole through them

once the game was over, you quickly dashed off from the stands to meet rin at the bottom, but the same guy met you down there

"so, hey, i was just thinking that you're like, really hot and have a great body, you know? and not to brag but i kinda have girls drooling on my abs left and right. if we got together, we'd be the ultimate power couple! whaddaya say, doll, hm?"

you scanned the room, looking for rin, but unfortunately, the coach was giving a talk, so rin wouldn't be able to come right away

"um, thank you for your offer, but i have a boyfriend." you politely declined.

he put his hand on your shoulder, and you could feel his thumb searching for your bra strap. you leaned away uncomfortably, but he gripped your shoulder and pulled you back.

"hey, now, its ok. don't think that i didn't see the way you were showing off these pretty assets of yours to me on the stands. you were practically shaking the things in my face! i can take a hint, you know. don't worry. i understand women. you were hinting at wanting to get with me, right? i get it! promise i won't be mad if we start dating the minute you break up with whatever loser you're with right now, doll. i don't need to wait."

"i-"

"hey, bun."

you whipped around to see suna rintaro not-so-gently shoving the guy off your shoulder and wrapping his arm around you, placing his hand right at the curve of your hip, giving you butterflies.

he directed his attention to the guy hitting on you. "'sup."

the guy stuttered for a few moments before regaining his cockiness. "this your girl? sorry, man, but she was actually just hitting on me. she aint loyal enough, i guess."

"the hell?! no i wasn-"

"she definitely wasn't." rin interrupted. "she'd never be into a piece of garbage like you."

a vein popped out of the guy's forehead. he grabbed the collar of rin's shirt.

"say that again."

rin opened his mouth, and for a moment, you thought that rin was going to retaliate, but instead, a piercing shriek ran through the air.

a baby's wail? a crying girl? a dropped mic? no, it was 6"1 inarizaki high middle blocker suna rintaro.

every head in the area turned, and suddenly, at the negative attention, the guy ran off in humiliation, calling out some insult towards you like "you weren't even that hot, by the way" on his way out.

once he was gone, suna picked you up and ran to somewhere with a bit more privacy

once he had found a spot he had deemed private enough, he engulfed you in the biggest, tightest hug, burying his head in your neck

"'m sorry that happened, bun." he murmured into your neck. "and 'm sorry that i interrupted you earlier, and i'm sorry that i wasn't there sooner, and im sorry that i didn't punch that guy in his pathetic, ugly-ass face."

you hugged him back. "it's ok, rin." you squeezed tighter. "i'm just glad you came."

"anyways, at any rate, he had no right to look in your direction, nonetheless insult you!" you felt his fists tighten. "pisses me off."

"and also," he added before moving his hand downwards to squeeze your ass, "i'm the only one allowed to call your body hot. everyone else can just fuck off"

you giggled and sighed into his locks. "ok, rin."

KOZUME KENMA

he wouldn't be one for words

he'd just glare daggers into the other guys body and then drag you away

he liked to call it a tactical retreat

"hey, what grade are you in?"

you looked up from your phone to see a group of what seemed to be some middle school boys circling around you, with what seemed to be their leader approaching you.

"pardon?" you were a bit taken aback. what was even going on?

"shy. cute, i'm into that." the boy smirked. "class 3-2, izumitate junior high soccer team captain, sato emiko."

you froze. junior high? you were being hit on by junior high boys?

you really tried not to, but suddenly, you burst out laughing. "sorry, sorry, but, well, junior high? i'm a 2nd year in highschool!"

you expected him to back down after that, but to your surprise, he kept going. "an older girl, huh.. well, it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. and if im being honest, i don't see why it would." he grinned cockily. "i am a catch, after all."

"sorry, i'm not interested." you declined, trying not to break his junior high heart.

to your surprise, he smirked and started approaching you. how cocky was this kid, anyways?

suddenly, he grabbed a handful of your thigh, though he was quickly met with a slap from you.

"come on," he said, walking towards you. "i know you want me."

but before he could reach for a handful of tit, he was interrupted by kenma shoving his way through the crowd.

he gently took your hand and smiled softly at you before glaring daggers at the boy and walking away.

"h-hey!" the boy stuttered, clearly a bit flustered. "you can't just walk away! who do you think you are?"

kenma turned his head to give another death glare that definitely sent chills down that kid's spine. yeah, the boy would definitely see that in his next nightmare.

once you two were out of earshot, kenma turned to you. "hey, you ok?"

you smiled warmly. "yeah. thanks for getting me, ken."

he turned away. "they were just a bunch of cocky middle schoolers. honestly, where do they get the nerve?"

the rest of the way home, kenma added in abrupt complaints about what had happened throughout the conversation. though he didn't say it, you knew that he was actually kind of scared to grab you out of there, despite the fact that the boys were "puny" and "weak," as kenma had described. you knew that though he wouldn't say, he was worried about you and was caring for you, in his own, unique, kenma way.

[xnorthstar3x]

𝟐 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔

𝟏

As much as I hated to admit it, I felt the tiniest bit better after the session. It was as if I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders but the tiniest speck of sand was lifted from my load. I still needed to run a few errands before it got too late. After finishing with the lady at the front desk I made my way to the glass doors. A chill attacked the warmth that settled on my skin waging a war for dominance, ultimately winning.

'Take a moment to enjoy the good in the world. It would do you good to observe any light you might find.'

That's what Mrs. Thompson had said to me. I decided to take her advice and stood at the front door observing my surroundings. Salt trucks had already been here the night before shoving all the piled-up snow into soiled brown banks. People walked down the street greeting each other like old friends. Snow fell from the sky, dusting the ugly ground in a blanket. It was almost like a mother comforting her child after a nightmare. Speaking of children, Kash was out of food and probably expected me to return home with a heap of it. For such a loving dog he was pretty demanding. Luckily on the way home there happened to be an old grocery store nearby, the owner had known my family for years.

"Hey, Jerry," I said, walking in and waving to the old man at the front counter. He was in his early 70s and was the definition of sunshine. He'd often start his stories with some flashbacks from Vietnam.

"Well hello, little (Y/N). I guess you aren't very little anymore though." He chuckled. He turned around and pulled a pack of Marlboros off the rack.

"I don't think you should be smoking these things. But I don't think I should be telling you that it just ain't my place."

"Thank you, I need to get some more stuff." He nodded and picked up the newspaper he was reading. I grabbed a basket and made my way around the store. When I arrived at the produce in the small store the bell above the door jingled.

"Welcome, are you guys just passing through?"

Out of curiosity, I glanced at the entrance to see two people, a girl who looked to be my age with fiery red hair and a yellow shirt. She stood next to a boy with black hair, who seemed just shy of 6 feet.

"Oh yeah, we're just visiting a family home. We needed a break from the city, we even brought some friends." She smiled gesturing to the parking lot.

"Shame you didn't bring them inside." He stuck a wrinkly hand out to the two of them. "I'm Jerry, Jerry Smith. Nice to meet y'all.."

"My name is April O'Neil and this is Casey Jones." April offered her hand and Casey followed suit. I turned and found refuge in the dog food aisle ignoring the rest of their conversation in favor of choosing between the beef or pork flavor. In all honesty they probably both tasted the same. I closed my eyes and threw whatever my hand landed on in the cart and made my way to the front to pay.

"till next time Jerry." He smiled in response.

When I opened the old glass door I was met with the cold winter air as it slapped me in the face. I was shocked to see a vibrant "hippie van" next to my truck. I threw the bags in the passenger side and stood on the drivers side lighting up a Marlboro. I remembered April mentioned friends when someone inside the van shuffled and began talking.

"What a babe." The statement was followed by a loud slap and a whimper as someone inside the van made a comment about 'respectin women'. I made a face and rolled my eyes, I looked like I just got done shoveling shit (which I practically did) but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. With one final drag of my cigarette I threw it to the pavement and stomped it out as April and Casey came outside with their arms full of groceries. April dumped what she had into Casey's arms and made her way over to me smiling brightly.

"I'm April." She gestured to the struggling male. "That's Casey."

"I heard," I offered simply. I stuck out a hand for her to shake. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Well, Jerry told me we are neighbors for the time being." She pulled her coat closer to her body as Casey finally got the groceries in the van. A few quiet jests could be her as he gave someone named Donnie the finger before slamming the door.

"Don't worry I won't show up at your door unannounced." I pulled out another cigarette and lit it. I offered it to April who politely declined, I took a long drag from it.

"Well, if it's alright with you," she fished around in her back pocket pulling out a cellphone. "I'd like to get your number."

"I don't have a cell phone." Her face twitched in shock but she masked it quickly with a smile. "I have a house phone though."

After giving her my number I waved bye and hopped into my truck, I pulled out of the driveway and made my way back home. I pulled into the driveway 45 minutes later after a few more stops, Kash was in the window wagging his tail excitedly. He began to bounce when I pulled the bag of food from the cabin of the truck. The snow had let up just a bit, enough though where the tracks of another vehicle were visible in the driveway. A bag was hanging on my doorknob with a note attached to it.

Hey, Dad says to give you this box to take to your new neighbors. The O'Neil girl. He insisted I give it to you, said she left it there in a rush to get outside and meet you.

That's what I figured was going to happen. I chuckled. Jerry always said I needed to socialize more. I took my groceries inside and gave Kash some food before grabbing the bag for that April girl and her weird friends.

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Afraid- Ellie Williams (3)

Afraid- Ellie Williams (Part 3)

part 1 -> part 2 –> part 4

Summary: You and Ellie stay a bit in the cabin, and decide to play a game of truth or dare. Things indeed turn out in a weird way...

A/N: WHEN I TELL YOU I FORGOT I WANTED TO POST TODAY LMAO... Ty guys sm for the support on the last parts, I love you all. I adore you so so much and the fact that people are reading this story is just insane to me. THE NEXT PART WILL BE SO GAY- be excited. It´s gonna get all sweaty and there is gonna be lots of tension... but first- get your popcorn ready for this one. ENJOY!

Chapter warnings: mention(s) of drug use, flirting, idk.... bye!

"You gotta stop looking at me like that babe, or we both won't get any sleep tonight-"

I was staring at her. What was this fucking weed doing to me? I was no longer myself anymore. Which also made my mood swings kick in... "We should get going," I suddenly said dryly. Ellie's facial expression turned from flirty to serious and-did I see that right-disappointed?

"It's too dark for that. That's what I told you." I swallowed. If we didn't leave now, I was sure I would be making a big mistake.

"Ellie, don't act like you've never ridden back in the dark before. There aren't that many zombies around here anyway, are there?" I knew the answer. My question was unnecessary. I asked it anyway, simply to escape this situation.

"What are you trying to run away from babe?" Ellie whispered as she slowly leaned in closer and took another drag from the cigarette. I felt like my heart was going to stop. Those damn green eyes. I could get lost in them.

There must be a way time would pass faster then... I frowned and tried not to stare directly at Ellie. Running away now, I realized, was definitely a stupid idea-unless I wanted to die today. I again felt the urge to do something very stupid, the high not helping.

"Babe look, I know the sight of me is irresistible, but I'd still like an answer to my question. Unless you want to solve this whole situation some other way-" she said as she leaned in even closer. "I-" was all I could get out, this girl… where did all my hatred towards her go? I was probably red as a tomato and realized how I was nervously playing with my fingers. Suddenly it was hot. Very hot. Too hot-

"Okay- this is your fault. Truth or dare."

What? Was she serious? Or more like- crazy? Where did she get the stupid idea to play such a childish game? But however, the temptation to play it was there and it was huge, so I just nodded silently, immediately regretting it.

"Alright, I'll start…. Truth or dare?" asked the brunette in front of me, still holding the now very small cigarette in her hand. "Truth," I replied, hoping it would be an innocuous question. Ellie rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head. "Boring, but alright. Who was your first kiss?" Great. I could have guessed the questions would go in that direction. "None of your business," I said simply. And I was right. Why did she want to know such things anyway?

"Oh babe, you're really giving me a hard time right now," Ellie muttered as she finally flicked the burnt cigarette from her fingers, only to turn her gaze back to me. "Those are the rules. You have to tell me the truth. Now don't be such a chicken."

A chicken? I'd show her that I definitely wasn´t a chicken. "Fine. Liam. But only because I've never really had contact with anyone else." Wow- I couldn't believe I just said that… I was talking to Liam's killer about him, was I completely crazy? Yeah, but also high… whatever.

"Oh. Um- did you like it at least? So it was your only kiss too?" Even though the round was over and it was Ellie's turn now, I still answered her questions. "Well, I don't know, don't have anything to compare it to because yes, it was my first kiss and so far my only kiss. But now you- truth or dare?", I asked Ellie. She shook her head and contorted her face a bit, apparently surprised by my answer, before replying, "Dare. You know, ´cause I´m not a chicken." And there was that smirk on her lips that might make me want to jump onto her and-

"Mmm- interesting. I don't know- like, what am I supposed to say? Swap shirts with me?", I said with raised eyebrows. I really didn't know what I was saying anymore. At least this game kept me awake….

"Good one," Ellie said as she lifted her arms and pulled her sweater over her head. I couldn't help but stare at her. The tattoo on her arm, her hands, her accentuated belly- wow.

Ellie noticed my look and grinned again. How I hated it. "Your turn, pretty girl."

What- WHAT?! Did she just- without thinking any further about it I took off my shirt too and handed it to Ellie. She gave me her sweater and I pulled it over my head. I would have liked it better if we would have stayed like this- without clothes…

"Well now you again… Truth or dare," whispered the brunette across from me as she leaned down and put her hand on my knee. I felt my whole body start to tingle. I wanted her to put her hand away- or at least that was what my brain was telling me. My body, however, reacted quite differently.

"Dare," I couldn't take it anymore, something had to happen. The weed was doing things to me and Ellie was sitting in front of me with my shirt on and it felt like I was forgetting everything that had happened, what she had done, what was around us and what would happen the next day. I just wanted to- what did I want? I don't know. But I had the feeling Ellie knew exactly.

Ellie Williams POV "Dare" I heard her say, and immediately my heart started pounding. Sure, with truth you could ask intimate questions, but dare was something else again... Slowly, I moved my hand that was on her knee a little higher before looking deeper into her beautiful eyes. "Oh darling, you don't even know what you're doing to me right now…" Before I could lean in closer towards her to whisper what she needed to do, I heard an all too familiar sound in the distance. Clicker. Fuck.

your POV Did I just hear that right? Spellbound by Ellie's eyes, I shook my head to concentrate. "Is that- what I think it is?", I asked her in a shaky tone. The mood had changed in one fell swoop. Ellie stood up, dug in her backpack for her pistol, and loaded it. "From now on, you have to be quiet. No sound," the brunette ordered. "But Ellie-", I tried to argue, but the girl was quickly on her knees again and held her hand in front of my mouth. "You listen to what I say from now on. No arguing." And with those two sentences, I went quiet. Cautiously, I went to reach for my own gun, but Ellie shook her head. Was she trying to protect me now? Well, she did owe me a few things...

Ellie Williams POV She was known for one thing, she just couldn't stay calm. All the more I was surprised that she obeyed me. Probably only because she had not met the zombies that often yet and had a hellish fear. Normally she had patrol with someone else, in areas where there were really almost none.

Well, I thought there were none (anymore) in this area too, especially not in here, but I immediately realized that this was different, when suddenly I saw a clicker standing in the middle of the door. At least he was still away far enough, I had time to prepare for a fight. The bad thing was, I didn't know if there were more. This would mean that if I shot him, a whole herd would probably come running.

I looked down beside me to see her sitting there. Her hands were shaking and her face was pale, but she was still beautiful. Her hair fell in her face and brushed her eyelashes. She sat there, on the floor, so innocent- in my sweater. I could get used to seeing her in my clothes….

I was jolted out of my thoughts as the clicker kept coming in our direction. I raised my gun, trying not to make any noise as I got closer to him. Maybe I could pull the knife out of my pocket and stab him that way? But would this be so much quieter? I knew how these things could scream.

I turned around once more, and nodded to the girl sitting there so fearfully. I had to make a decision now. And so I decided to shoot. After two shots, the clicker was already dead on the ground, and stopped squealing.

"Get up, we have to get out of here," I said hastily. I grabbed my backpack and reached out a hand to help her up.

your POV Gratefully, I accepted Ellie's hand and clasped it to let her pull me up. I briefly felt a strange tingling sensation again, but it stopped when the brunette let go. "Grab your stuff, we don't have any time to waste. More of them could come in here at any time." I nodded and grabbed my bag and dark gray jacket, and we were already on our way out. It was snowing and definitely very cold. I wanted to hide my hands in my pockets, but I had to hold my gun. How smart of me to forget my gloves exactly today...

"Can you even fight?" Ellie asked. "Of course I can- why shouldn't I be able to fight?!", I replied indignantly. "I don't know," Ellie shook her head, "Never really seen you in action before." Great. Was I supposed to prove something to her or what? No. Was I trying to prove something to her? Hell yeah. "Alright. When we get back to Jackson, you and me. A duel. But at your house, I only have one room at Maria and Tommy's and there's definitely not enough room to fight" I suggested. Ellie grinned AGAIN and agreed with me. "Alright."

Slowly, we made our way to Shimmer and mounted up. From the looks of it, there were no clickers here anymore... luckily.

Now that we were both on the horse, we rode back. The whole way back we were both silent, but just before we got to Jackson's gate, I heard Ellie whisper a soft, "Please don't make her regret it," which I guess I wasn't supposed to hear. That's when it all came back to me.

We had almost kissed. We got high together and had played truth or dare. I was too tired to get worked up about it now, but I knew tomorrow-I would sink into shame.

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more oc stuff bc i love rattling these guys around in my head<3

cw for mentions of cannibalism and being buried alive

🔪most of what edwin would describe as 'supernatural bullshit' is usually invisible to normal humans for a number of reasons.

🔪demons can alter their appearance to appear human, or hide themselves altogether. however, they are still visible to other non-humans, so many demons will choose to simply disguise themselves instead, unless they're leeching off some poor sap's energy. everybody eats!

🔪angels can also take on a human disguise. the human brain can't comprehend most angels in their true form, so it blocks it out altogether unless the angel is either VERY determined to interact with them, or actively attacking them. nephilim are human-adjacent enough to be perceived, but this doesn't make them any less distressing to behold. fallen angels, who are locked into a more humanoid form, can also be seen

🔪spirits and ghosts n shit aren't visible to regular humans under normal circumstances and can't do much about that, but they may appear in cameras and mirrors

🔪edwin has a large scar on his back from an ill-fated encounter with Supernatural Bullshit he had as a child. the incident taught edwin that certain ghouls and beasts aren't fond of finding out he can See them. the incident also taught edwin that his dad can and will shoot a demon with a gun to protect his boy (father-son bonding !)

🔪edwin has the sight, and can tell when Supernatural Bullshit is afoot, even when it's disguised. (for example, when jackson first approaches ed at the gym, he can instantly see something is up with this guy, even if he's not sure what, exactly, bc he'd never seen an angel before) edwin also looks different to himself in his reflection (lighter eyes and light pupils)

🔪cero, emile, and jay (after gaining a demonic bestie) all have a partial sixth sense. cero can see ghosts/spirits and angels in unfiltered rawdog form, but it is possible for a demon to hide from him. emile can sniff out (sometimes literally) when someone isn't as human as they seem, but can't see ghosts (though pup can smell them). jay post-consensual possession can see demons, and develops a mild aversion towards angelic presences (though that's mostly due to girlie chilling in bug's body. angels are her natural predator and she would prefer not to get eaten)

🔪edwin, by the time he meets jack, has been on t for years, and likes his voice in general. he especially likes his voice in the mornings, though

🔪emile has entomophobia and arachnophobia. when there's a bug inside their apartment, jay is the one who has to catch them and bring them outside. because emile WILL start crying

🔪graveyards and human burial rites are fascinating to jackson. most disputes among angels end in bloodshed and subsequent cannibalism. actually the response to just about any death of an angel is usually to eat them. you mean your bury your dead or cremate them? instead of descending upon the corpse like vultures? wild. (edwin voice) babe,,

🔪jackson and grand finale both had other names before the death of god, but don't go by them anymore. jackson fell in love with humanity, and chose a name to reflect that desire to be human and live among them. grand finale just stopped using its old name and didn't pick a new one until it started a relationship with naomi.

🔪a0 is cis on a technicality, but somehow still has two deadnames. the first is the name his birth mother gave to him shortly before his burial due to them mistakenly believing he was stillborn. the second is the name that was given to him when he was found wandering around as a young kid

🔪emile: i got that dog in me jay: ??? emile: (transforms into a giant dog) jay: this explains so much, 🔪aspects of grand finale's character are intended to be a foil to jackson. jack went down to earth of kings own free will, grand finale was forced. jackson loves humans and takes any excuse he can to mingle with them, grand finale at its most tolerant is still not the biggest fan of humanity, and prefers to be on its own or with naomi (and later, cero).

🔪jay and naomi are very close siblings, and in their free time like to do urbex together. this joint hobby leads to them stumbling across grand finale, who just ripped and clawed its way through a facility of researchers and is pissed off at humanity. no one dies (no one important, at least) but this still does not end well

🔪naomi is no-op! luna takes e, and has vocal training, but is otherwise usually fairly masc-presenting.

🔪jackson was originally going to be a werewolf

🔪emile has that dog in it, but elaine takes after amelia (their human mother). i'm still thinking on the specifics of it but i know she's some kind of magical!!

🔪a0 is allergic to therapy, and so doesn't have many healthy outlets for stress and trauma. so, when he meets grand finale, their combined irritability and respective strong personalities result in them fighting. grand finale spares cero's life out of curiosity because the dude is clearly some kind of Creature, but it isn't sure what.

🔪cero keeps tracking down finale and fighting it. he knows he'll lose every time (grand finale is just stronger, and a0 can't yank it out of its body without severely injuring himself) but that doesn't matter. maybe he Needs to get his ass beat and not think about all the bullshit life keeps throwing at him for once

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The "are straight men not allowed in lesbian spaces" discourse:

What we are leaving out are: bi women and their boyfriends, pan people, non binary people, gay men, or other reasons a man may find himself allowed in a specifically lesbian space. We are not talking about the overall umbrella of queer space. We are talking abt the Lesbian™��� space. The lesbian still exists. And we aren't talking about the discourse therein.

Cracks knuckles

The straight woman in question lacks nuance and u know its not in good faith when she says "I get it BUT"

The "but" stands for butthurt

The whole problem is that what was decentered or simply erased from the conversation was THE MAN being disrespectful and entitled. The reason that anything happened at all was cuz : ObViOuSLy he made himself a problem.

Treat every gun like it's loaded.

That's how women, queer people, poc, every minority thinks about cis straight white men. Potentially dangerous. Safety check.

He probably wasn't dangerous! But people who acted like him have ended up dangerous. If you're showing the same symptoms I don't feel safe, right? Come the fuck on diva, death of a thousand cuts from these guys

Top comment on her tiktok was "I'm so tired"

What I do at *my* event is take a note from the euro model and have a door picker deadass turn people away if they don't pass a vibe check

And what is that vibe check? Rejection. Maybe it's a witch hunt model too where if they drown they're not a witch, oops. Better safe than sorry though

Interesting metaphor to draw tho cuz you know how like the witch trials actually happened

And the worst thing to happen to a man is he gets rejected

So look, rejection isn't easy for EITHER of us and especially not for my fawn response having ass

Rejection therapy is a real thing

But my event is a queer, trans, kinky space and if you can't handle rejection you have no business interacting in this space.

That's not just safe space that's fortified.

I want a system where the trash takes itself out. The people r butthurt cuz they couldn't get in?? Probably their first time experiencing rejection or lack of belonging. Enjoy the novelty, babes. The deliciousness of experiencing marginalization as a snack. Cissies love it, they go make a tiktok and go viral and make the news.

But a Black enby gets turned away at a "regular" (not queer centered) club, they don't make news huh

The problem with the queen who says "we as lgbt need to do better" here's how I'm gonna put words in your mouth as a favor. What you mean by that is:

We need to do better and install door pickers permanently. Do better at rejecting ignorant disrespectful entitled straight people, specifically. I'm not saying all straight people are all those spicy adjectives all the time. I'm saying those types of straight people, the ones who got mad, lack the understanding and respect necessary to be welcome in those spaces. You showed your ass, just like when we hear a "not all men" we know you're That Kind of Man to Watch Out For.

I hate to "kids these days" about it, but conflict and rejection and resolution and acceptance are not something that many people are equipped to handle right now. It doesn't seem like conflict resolution happened in person that night at the cubbyhole. Miss thing took to the internet and let a bunch of pfps pop off in the comments. Did learning happen? Or did defensiveness dig her heels in? Well either way she and her man aren't going to a lesbian bar ever again.

There's hope for her to learn maybe but her little man friend I think is gonna dig heels, stay defensive and butthurt, and throw the dyke slur around. Because the worst thing that can happen to a man is that he's rejected. And he isn't in the spotlight, he's all protected in his privacy huh, when its his fucking fault. Now the ladies are doing all the work communicating, as usual

But with therapy, maybe in a few generations... rejection won't feel like death anymore

Conflict won't feel like death anymore

When people ask a question it'll actually be in good faith because they wanna be humble and learn

And then! We'd welcome anybody with open arms

And gender will finally be dead

Or some shit

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500-600 Follower Event!!!

Ight y'all. what the FUCK? I'VE BEEN DEAD FOR THE PAST COUPLE OF WEEKS HOW IN THE Hh-

Okay enough of me having a crisis~ thank you guys, so so much. The event that i've promised has finally arrived! Firstly, I wanna say thanks to all of you, especially the anons / those who reply to my post, I love talking and interacting w u guys💙

I also want to apologize for my inactivity. A lot of personal things have come up that have affected me mentally, but i'll keep pushing forward and doing what I enjoy! <3

EVENT RULES AND INFORMATION

I will take no more than 20 requests. Each request must involve a prompt listed below! (Include up to two characters, and the prompt/prompt number.)

Do not include more than three prompts per request.

The requests I take may take time. The writing will very from long, to short, to simply headcanons: but I will take all thrown at me!

Fluff, Smut, and Angst Prompts can be combined.

I WILL WRITE FOR: Shoto, Luxiem, Noctyx, & Ren of Iluna.

FLUFF PROMPTS

"Stay in bed with me.. please."

"Breakfast in bed!"

"We aren't dating!"

"I.. i thought you might like this."

"Is that my shirt?!"

"I could just stare at you forever."

"...Sorry, i talked too much."

"I know you had a bad day, so.."

"I never thought I could miss someone this much."

secretive ways of confessing

"My parents really like you."

"You're breathtaking."

"You're my new pillow."

"Get on my shoulders, you'll see better."

"Sing to me again."

"Don't doubt yourself."

"it's too early for Christmas-"

"Babe.. why are you dressed like a reindeer."

"It's 3 in the morning-"

Dancing in the rain.

"I can't dance-" "I'll teach you."

"Your hands.. are warm."

"Let's go home." "I'm already home."

"I wish you could see you the way I see you."

"What are you doing-" "Trying to make pancakes. Didn't work out-"

"Hold me."

"Shut up and kiss me.."

"I wanna see you in my dreams."

"Stay.. a little longer."

"WHERE'S THE CAT, HONEY-"

SMUT PROMPTS

"Take your clothes off. Right now."

"You look.. like a damn good meal."

"We're going to do this here? Now?"

"Just a little more.."

"You're so wet."

"Can you really resist me?"

"Be quiet, someone might hear us.."

“Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!”

“That’s so fucking hot.”

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”

"I'll be a good boy/girl.."

"Touch yourself."

"I need it! please!"

"Show me more of that ass."

"Swallow it."

"Follow me.. I need you."

"Fuck, someone's right outside.."

"I think I'll eat you right up."

“I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”

"Shut up and fuck me already."

“How do you want it?”

“I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

“Show me how much you missed me.”

"Harder."

“Do you need to use your safeword, darling?”

“Do you know what happens when you misbehave?”

“Are you holding back? Don’t.”

"I need you."

"It's hot when you talk back."

"Submit. Now."

ANGST PROMPTS

“I miss you” || “It’s only been two days since I left” || “Feels like ages to me”

“When will you come back?”

“Can’t I come with you?” || “You know you can’t”

“You’ll be back soon, right?”

“I won’t be gone long, I promise”

“What do you mean dead!?”

“I- I don’t believe you! There- there’s no way they’re gone…” || “Denial isn’t going to bring them back, (Name)”

“Wake up dammit!”

“You- you can’t leave me like this!”

“I can’t lose you too…”

“You promised…”

“You were never there for me when I needed you the most”

“Stop. Don’t do this, (Name). You’re better than that”

“Stay away from me!”

“Stop pretending that you care”

“It was you!?”

“I trusted you!”

“I had no choice…”

“And here I thought I could trust you with my life…”

“You were a fool to trust someone like me”

“Please, leave me alone”

“They’re going to kill me!”

“I need your help, please”

“I-I can’t do this”

“You can’t run away this time”

"I won't let you go."

"Explain to me.. why.. tell me."

"Please. Unlock the door."

"They cant have left.."

"...No."

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All The Small Things🙂

Bakugo Katsuki x F. Reader

It's the little things about your man that really stand out to you.

Warnings: Smut below💋👇🏻; Missionary position; Barebacking; Breeding kink; Creampie [18+]

To the average person Bakugo Katsuki is a big presence. Not just with his size. He's tall and built as if he were chisled by the Gods themselves. He's got a big personality and a booming voice to match his powerful quirk. Even in his silence he has unquestionable character and a unique disposition, depending on who you were to him of course.

To you, Bakugo Katsuki is everything. You saw him for who he really was, and you put up with his ass. That was an important point for Katsuki. That and you always kept up with him, and gave your all supporting him. Could handle him any way he was, and he loved it. You were his world. To Bakugo Katsuki, you are everything.

One day after you both decided on an impromptu hiking and picnic excursion, you both loaded up the car for a day trip. Even on a rare day off though, Bakugo still had to make a pit stop and run a file into his agency. You pull up to the curb right out front of the building and he hops out. You watch as he jogs up the few steps there are to the doors and disappears inside. You feel a quick wave of disappointment that you aren't seeing his muscles flex under his shirt anymore, but feel excitement build back up when you remember you'll get to see that plenty today.

As you wait your mind wanders, but still remains on Katsuki all the same. He's hot, that much is obvious. He takes care of you. Everyone who knows you guys knows this. He's got a tough outer shell but with you he melts in your hand. However, there's so much to him that you're sure goes unnoticed by others.

One of the first things to pop into your head is the way he flexes his hand right after he's been holding yours. Like he has to get used to the weight of it being removed, or get used to not having it at all. Like he wants to reach for you again but reluctantly does not. You knew that was just a small gesture. It made you begin to ponder of all the small things he says and does. Or in some cases, doesn't say.

Like the way the outer corners of his eyes crinkle when they soften and he says something sweet to you. He tries to sound intimidating, especially when others are around. That way they hopefully don't take what he says for what it really is. You think of the time Mina and you had all your makeup scattered about the dining room table as you two got ready to go somewhere. Katsuki had walked by and questioned Mina on why she brought so much. "This is all mine, 'Suki.", you correct him and he looks at you like you grew another head. "Hah? Yours?" He clicks his tongue before he continues what sounds like him berating you. "Now that's pointless. Waste 'f time and money...", is all he says.

Que those crinkles as he says it.

You stop what your doing and move your eyes up to meet his gaze. He almost passes out at the look you give him. He almost can't take how much love and adoration is in your stare, even after all this time. You observe the pink highlighting the apples of his cheeks and the tips of his ears he gets whenever he's being affectionate with you. Your smile is growing when you finally respond. "Aww. Thanks, Babe." Mina simply looks between the two of you. The only reply he's quick to think of is letting out a 'tch' and walking back out to the living room to flop into his seat on the couch.

"Thanks?", Mina questioned curiously with a raised eyebrow. Didn't he say it was all a waste of time? Waste of money? You had to quietly explain to your mutual friend that Bakugo had just given you a compliment. "He basically called me pretty.", you verbally spell out for her, "He was saying I'm wasting time and money on it because I don't need it."

A smile pulls at your lips as you sit in the car and recount the memory. It remains when you think about how he looks when he first sees you enter a room. When his furrowed brow smooths out as his face lights up. He'll act laid-back about the simple fact that he gets to see you, but you know he's excited. The times when you see him openly excited or happy are to die for.

Like how you adore the way his mouth falls open into a smile when he laughs out loud at you. Even if it's a small chuckle. It's usually unexpected and chased with him calling you a "dumbass". You'll take it, though. You remember just the other day when he called you out for ogling him.

He had a rough fight with what he called a "two-bit villain" that day and he was still covered in dirt and pieces of debris. He smirked as he commented on your lewd tendency. Sometimes he felt butterflies swarm in his chest when he sees you into him no matter what he looked like, or whatevers happened to him. You had stepped closer and with a smirk said " 'Suki, you could always look a dirty mess like now and I'll still be like 'Daaamn. Check out that grimy bastard!'

There goes the big, open-mouthed smile as he suddenly laughs at your unexpected comment.

You giggle a bit in the car at that one. It's a little one before the air begins to feel thicker as you feel your face warming up. That's of course due to you recalling the events after that. You made love throughout most of the night. No matter how weak his enemy was or how close a call something could have been, when he got home Katsuki worshipped your presence.

You live for when his red orbs look deep into your soul as he fucks into you missionary style. It's not always slow paced or soft and sensual, but for him sex is always meaningful. Anything could happen at any time to the average person on the average day. Being a Hero multiplies that fact tenfold, especially during a mission or even just on a normal patrol. So he makes sure he fucks deep into you, ensuring you'll never forget it if something were to happen to him.

You can't look away from those rubies as they bore into you before he rests his forehead against yours.

Sometimes he just has pure carnal desire for you. Now there's lots to love about him pounding into your needy little hole and really giving it to you; you once again think of a little gesture during the act, however.

You recall the certain times when he simply closes his eyes. Most times he'll do it before he falls over the edge into his own release. Like when he has you in a mating press and announces how he's gonna fill you up and breed you. Make you swell with all his babies; make him a bonified daddy. You were quick to notice he'd close his eyes after those types of comments.

As if he's envisioning it behind his dropped eyelids.

That thought makes your heart feel light. If you brought it up to him you're sure he'd say you were crazy. Seeing things. That he's definitely not doing that. You know better though. You've seen him screw his eyes shut when he's trying to holding off and not cum. This is entirely different. Even in the heat of the moment you could see the contentment on his face as thinks of it. Thinks of a future with you.

You're too engrossed in your thoughts when Bakugo finally exits the agency. He doesn't appear to you until he startles you by opening the door. "Switch with me, 'm gonna drive." You nod, still smiling from your thoughts, and open your door to slide out. As you're about to pass by him on your way around to the passenger side you can't help but lean up and peck him on his cheek. You hardly pause your movements, leaving him with a quick kiss before you keep walking. You glance at him to see him shaking his head in amusement, his eyes crinkling and his pearly whites showing off his beautiful smile. "Dumbass."

[escapenightmare]

Can you do scenarios for where deku and anyone you want finds out that they aren't their s/o's lockscreen? bonus points if they used to be on the lockscreen!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍

― izuku, denki, hitoshi, mina x gn!reader

warnings ;; pettiness

notes ;; i took a trip down memory lane today & found out i was a super affectionate person from when i was like, 5.

―― 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 was searching for his phone when you proposed the idea of dialing his number on your phone so you would find it. nodding his head vigorously, he peeps over your shoulder as you unlock your phone, frowning when he realizes he's not your lockscreen or your homescreen. he was sure you had a picture of you both together as your lockscreen last week, now it's some random picture of a really random anime guy. when the similar ringtone of his phone starts playing, he goes in search of it with no word whatsoever. he simply didn't know how to word it yet, but the gears were turning in his head.

once he finally finds his phone, he smiles, "thanks bub!" before leaning in and kissing your cheek, his radiant smile contagious (like @shotorozu 's weird typing), making you grin back at him. "hey bub?" he starts hesitantly, and you hum in acknowledgment, looking at him with a questioning gaze. "it's okay between us, right?" he asks unsurely. you nod, "of course! why'd you ask?" looking to the side, he fiddles with his fingers ― a habit he picked up recently. "well, i'm not in your lockscreen anymore, or your homescreen and you have another guy on it now so i just assumed..." he trails off, shrugging.

stifling a smile, you shake your head, "no 'zuku! nothing's wrong! the lockscreen i had of us was kind of old you know? so i was thinking of changing it but i didn't have time, the one i have right now is what my friends set to be my default lockscreen as a joke!" you explain, watching as his frown and slight pout turned into a grin. he wraps his arms around your hips and pulls you to his chest, "sorry i assumed things. i got kind of scared."

―― 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈, ever the overdramatic idiot, gasps in outrage when he sees your lockscreen isn't him, or you for that fact. "why am i not your lockscreen?" he demands with a pout, pulling out his phone and showing you his own lockscreen, which was a photo from the most recent date you had gone on. "see! mine has us in it!" he pauses, "wait, i saw your phone like two days ago and at that time it was a picture of me and my cat ear headphones! what happened to that?" he asks incredulously, glaring at you. damn, he was such a drama queen.

"sheesh denki. you should try auditioning for a shakespheare play or something," you tease, ruffling his hair. his fake glare doesn't cease but his eyes do soften a bit. shaking your head at him, you explain, "i changed my lockscreen because you told me to! remember?" he furrows his eyebrows, "wait what?" then he flashes back to the previous day when he clearly remembers he said 'hey babe, can you change your lockscreen to something else for like a day? i gotta prove something to sero―' and he face palms. you snort, "you're so forgetful."

"yeah yeah," he pouts, blinking when a bright flash blinds him momentarily. "hey!" he exclaims when you smirk, "hope you proved whatever it is you wanted to prove to sero, because this picture of you pouting is my new lockscreen." silence followed your statement, then a timid, "do i at least look cute?"

―― 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 stares at you with an unreadable expression― well, he seemed tired and sleep-deprived, but he's always been like that. "okay," you start, "what is it?" crossing his arms across his chest, he counters, "what is what?" "why're you staring holes through my face?" you re-question, looking at him with curious eyes. he uncrosses his arms and lean back against his chair, "it's nothing." he lies. you can tell something's bothering him from the way he's acting, but you couldn't really say what it was.

"i can tell something's bothering you," you start to say, then pause when he brings out his phone, shows you his lockscreen that was a picture of you, then with a few swipes, he's changed it to a picture of a stray kitten. the kitten you encountered a few days ago at the grocery store. furrowing your eyebrows, you mumble, "....okay?" it came out as a genuine question rather than a statement, because you were confused as to what the point of that was.

"is it because i didn't take a picture of you and the kitten? i swear it was because we were running late, i would've taken it any other day, you know that!" you exclaim and he groans, "it's because i'm not your lockscreen!" you gape at him, "you're serious?" at his nod you giggle, "you were this petty because of that? why didn't you just say so, i would've changed it back right away." he grumbles something under his breath, crossing his arms again and looking to the side, a faint red dusting his cheeks.

―― 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 changed her own lockscreen every day, or at least every 4 days. she had so many pictures ― mostly selfies, of you both that she wanted to put as her screensaver that every time you see her phone, you'd see a new picture replacing the one you'd seen not a week ago. she's the one who chose your lockscreen for you; 'there you go! a cute picture of us at the park!' she had said happily, handing you your phone back. when your phone broke a few weeks back, you had gotten it repaired and all your themes and screens were put back to default because of it, your new lockscreen being one of a scenery. you hadn't minded it and you didn't go to change it either.

when mina saw your lockscreen, she breathes sharply, catching your attention. "mina, what is it?" she huffs, giving you the puppy dog eyes, "it's your lockscreen." oblivious to what she meant, you sit down next to her and unlock your phone, "what about it?" "what happened to the cute picture of us that i put as your lockscreen?" she doesn't sugar coat it, just goes straight to the point, emphasizing the word 'cute.' you nod in understanding, "ohh." you take her hand and she looks away, her chin high with another huff. "hmph."

stifling your laughter at her antics, you explain, "remember how my phone broke a few weeks back? when i got it fixed, everything was changed back to default so my lockscreen was a default one too! i didn't change it back to the 'cute' picture of us, sorry babe." she turns back to look at you and she's grinning again, "it's okay! but i get to choose your lockscreen for this month, alright?" you nod with a smile, "of course."

thank you for reading! likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[quillerqueen]

Not a Universe Goes By (18-25/31)

(a series of fic(let)s for The Ted Lasso AU-gust challenge) #18 Childhood

“Happy memories or sad ones?”

Rebecca stares at the two photos plucked out of old albums—her blonde pigtails and Ted’s dimpled grin, each with a football under one arm, their little hands tucked into their respective fathers’.

They each lost theirs, albeit in very different ways, on the exact same day.

An ocean apart, and how many ways do their lives mirror one another? How long have they run parallel? What would have become of them if their paths had never crossed?

But they have crossed, and now they walk together—down memory lane and into the future.

“Both.”

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#19 Horror Movie

The woods were dead quiet.

Even the crack of twigs under his sneakers was swallowed by the thick rolling fog.

She emerged like an apparition of mist and moonlight, silver and pale, with the softest golden lustre to her hair as it shrouded her like a robe, brushing the ground, swaying in the still night.

Their eyes locked—and he knew before she opened her mouth.

He knew heartbreak when he saw it.

Her cry is fatal to him—but even as he draws his last breath in her arms, he thinks there's never been a sound more hauntingly beautiful.

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#20 Roadtrip

Rebecca fucking hates buses.

Perhaps her avoidance of public transport makes her an insufferable snob, but she simply does not care for the jostling, the smells, the unfathomable unpredictability of temperature settings—the whole ordeal is unnerving, thank you very much.

Rebecca hates buses, but she cares deeply about her team, and team's gotta bond.

"Good morning, boys."

The collective cheer resonates in her chest, splits her face into a smile and makes her eyes swim as she stumbles down the aisle amid cheerful greetings, to Ted beaming at her from the very back.

"Hey, Boss. Saved you a seat."

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#21 Underwater

The ocean rushed through her veins, a salty mist gathering in her eyes as she gazed longingly upon it.

And he gazed lovingly upon her, aching from the sacrifice she’d held close to her chest until now. She was so brave, his little mermaid, abandoning her world in pursuit of the love she’d longed for her entire life. She harboured no regret, but he knew—having to choose’d torn her soul apart.

Ted’s world lost its colour, barely bearable anymore even with Rebecca in it.

“It’s my turn now,” he told her, “to try and make a home in yours.”

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#22 Fake Married/Dating

Shameless self-promotion time! I have a festive multi-chapter that fits this trope - we do love Christmas in August in this fandom, right?

Read ‘Tis a Fine Line We Tread, My Dear’ on AO3

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#23 Injured

"R'becca…I love you."

The hospital floor gives way under her for a dozenth time today.

"I see they've given you the good stuff," she stutters, smiling weakly as she fluffs Ted's pillow.

The machines beep with a regularity her heart can only envy, lulling Ted to sleep even as her ribcage is on the brink of breaking open.

"You're high," she whispers, chances a glance at Beard in a plastic chair beside her.

He tilts his head noncommittally.

"Is he not?" she prompts weakly.

Beard's calm reply haunts her more than his silence when he shrugs:

"This time he is."

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#24 Pets

"So how's this shared custody thing working out for you guys?"

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"Come on, babe. The shared calendar with appointments and sleepovers and shit? The sitter on retainer? You've got her whenever Ted's in training, and he takes her during important calls? It's cute as fuck."

"Peanut is not—This isn't—We aren't—Shit."

"Oh, sweetheart," Keeley pats Rebecca’s knee sympathetically before addressing the hyperactive puppy chewing on her  finger. "Why don't you come home with me and Uncle Roy tonight? Let your fucking fit, precious, idiot parents figure shit out at last?"

Well, fuck.

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#25 We Used To Be...

We used to be strangers once. Connected. Parallels, mirrors, juxtapositions at every step.

You—too much. Too bright, too eager, too kind. Living ever for others, even as it ate away at your own heart and soul.

Me—not enough. Not light enough, not warm enough, never ever anything enough. So lost to myself and the world I could barely stand my own company.

Until the day we found one another, then found ourselves again, ready at last to walk together as the invisible thread trails after our joined hands.

We're sunshine and rain—a rainbow painted across the sky.

[sugrbugz]

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𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢: 𝐵𝑜𝑘𝑢𝑡𝑜

hiya!! i originally wrote this on wattpad but decided to post it here too!!

story contains: impact play, bdsm, dumbification, & daddy kink ;)

bokuto shows you just how much you mean to him.

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you were a constant in bokutos life ever since you met shortly after his graduation from fukurodani. he relied on you to be there for him when he lost or even when he won. of course he could turn to akaashi but since he never continued volleyball he never wanted to bother him.

however you came into the picture on a whim. bokuto and the rest of the msby boys ended up taking a team getaway at the hot springs you just so happened to work at. you two got chatting and hit it off right away!

  that was a year ago and now you two are head over heels in love with each other. everyone kinda saw it coming but you two honestly. as of right now you sat in the stands, watching your boyfriend and his friends play their national playoffs.

  you knew how hard he'd been working for this. how many hours he put into the game. you two would sit up until the early morning going over plays and techniques he'd been working on. through bokuto you started learning how volleyball worked, you knew what to cheer for now and what certain words meant.

  by the end of the game you realized something. they were one point away from a win. that being said you upped the ante on your cheering. you thought about calling his name out and wishing him like but he was definitely in his own world right now. watching his concentration was actually rather hot. it reminded you of how he would stare at your body before absolutely devouring it.

  you shook those thoughts out of your head, now wasn't the time. you gulped and pressed your thighs together, focusing the best you could on the game. suddenly the ball was up in the air, everyone in the stands went quiet just to see who would win. this last point means everything...so when bokuto ran for the server, smacking it down hard and fast against the other side of the court everything went silent for a moment before there were loud cheers.

  the whistle was blown. they'd won. you quickly jumped up, running out of the stands and straight to the court, attacking him in a hug. "BOKUTO YOU DID IT!" you smiled, laughing some more when he picked you up and spun you around. "did you see that?! i was fucking amazing!! and it was all thanks to you my sunshine!" he hugged you close, kissing the top of your head.

  you suddenly were engulfed in another hug but this time from two more sweaty boys, hinata and atsumu. "good job out there guys!" you smile to them, gently ruffling their hair. "you all played amazingly! you could feel the energy from all the way over there!" you added, laughing when bokuto pouted at them hugging you.

"you're the best person ever y/n! are you coming to the post game dinner with us? you should! you played a big role in keeping bokuto in shape" the little orange smiled, his face practically begging you to go. "if you guys will have me!" you hummed which earned a symphony of "yes!" from all the boys.

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    after everything was said and done you ended up in the car with bokuto, driving to the restaurant kyoomi had chosen. "you really did amazing today koutarou" you smiled gently grabbing his hand off your thigh and kissing it, taking the time to notice how much volleyball had an effect on his hands.

"ah..thanks babe, you know you don't have to flatter me so much! i'm okay! i'm just happy knowing you had a good time today" he smiled wide, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to gaze at you. "but let's face it bo, you're destined for something greater..an amazing career in volleyball doing what you love..i'm just enjoying our time while we have it" you stated making him pull the car over and look at you.

"what are you talking about?" he asked raising an eyebrow at you. "when you have to move around a lot for volleyball..or maybe you find some really skinny model who has money and can give you beautiful babies" you now met his eyes, "i feel like one day i won't matter anymore..so i guess i just want to make sure that i love you as much as i can until then." you explained watching how his eyes reacted to everything you were saying.

"you don't understand it do you? the way i play and the way i live my life is all because of you. i play with my heart because i get so excited just to see you proud of me, i wake up every morning with the goal of making sure i fall asleep with you. everything is for you. i wouldn't want anyone else. i want to be married to you someday, i would leave everything behind just to—" you cut him off by kissing him. it was a kiss driven by passion and love for him.

"prove it." you whispered on his lips. you knew where this would get you, you both were aware of it actually. "get in the back." he stated before starting the car back up and driving to a more secluded place. he knew he could've just taken you back home but what was the fun in that.

by the time he was in the back seat with you, you had already undressed and were gently playing with yourself so eager just to be with him. he thought this was cute so he watched you with sharp eyes, his goal was to intimidate you which definitely worked. "hey baby?" he asked before gently gripping your neck in one hand, his other holding both of your cheeks squished together. "who the fuck put the idea in your head that you weren't good enough for me? was it yourself? you're so cute when you're stupid" he smiled, treating you like a child as he talked to you.

you blushed knowing exactly what he was doing so you played along with the act, "it was me..i really am stupid aren't i daddy?" you could say his name but it would ruin the moment because that's exactly what he wanted from you. "so that's the game you're playing huh? okay. that's fine darling." he smiled so sinister it was almost terrifying before his hands dipped into your waistband, pulling your pants off your body.

"what are you doing?" you commented noticing how after your pants were off he just stared at you. "i'm admiring you and how delicious you look. wondering how i'm going to absolutely ruin you till you're fucked dumber than you already are." he hummed casually before starting to undo his pants. his favourite part about topping you was getting to tease you more than he already did outside of the bedroom.

you were still flustered from his previous words that had your mind racing to even notice how he simply picked you up so you were on your hands and knees in front of him. "open your mouth." bokuto's hand found your hair and tugged you forward harshly so your mouth was pressed against his shaft. you immediately got to work sucking on his cock, tears pricking at your eyes from the size adjustment.

"that's it..you can't take all of me can you? you need to try harder than that honey." he teased you before thrusting his hips up into your mouth, smirking at the choking noises that came from you. soon he became less focused on teasing you and more on his own pleasure.

"ah fuck~b-baby you look so pretty when you t-take all of my cock-" he stuttered out, his hips getting sloppier with their thrusts made you know he was getting close. this motivated you to do anything and everything for him. you pulled your mouth of his dick, giggling when you heard his whine of protest turn into a loud moan of pleasure while you jerked him off quickly.

"come on bo...cum for me so i can feel you inside" you moaned knowing that would get him right where you wanted him. you knew it worked when he was matching your hands movement with his thrusts, loud moans and whines leaving his mouth until he finished, getting it all over your hand and his lower stomach. without a single word he laid you down on the back seat, hovering over you slightly he pushed a single finger inside you, moving it slowly so you could get used to it before speeding it up when you relaxed around his finger.

"tryna make me cum before i even get inside you? that's fine baby i'll just do the same." he winked, "did you think you'd just get off free like that? oh no baby you've got to be punished for talking so badly about my partner like that." bokuto smirked before slipping one more finger in, practically drilling it into you.

you were too lost in the pleasure to hear him, hands grasping at anything they could find. your nails dug so deep into his arm it drew blood but he didn't mind. "what's the matter hun, is it too much? do you need me to stop?" his fingers stopped moving which made you rolled your hips. "n-no! please don't stop they felt so good.." you whined softly. hearing your whines made him laugh softly before moving them again quickly.

with your head against the seat you arched your back slightly while you felt your orgasm approaching. bokuto picked up on this and began to kiss at your neck, "good baby..let it wash over you, let it start making you even more of a dumb slut for me" he whispered in your ear before nipping at it softly.

that was all you needed to hear before cumming, your hands gripping onto his biceps while moans just tumbled out of your mouth. this is what he loved to see. he felt so good knowing he put you in so much ecstasy. "good..good baby..you did so good" he softly praised before kissing your cheeks to help you calm down from the intense high you just felt.

he waited a couple moments to make sure you were okay, stroking himself softly in the process. "are you okay? can i ruin you now?" he smiled, earning a small breathy laugh from you. "yeah of course daddy, i want you so bad" you whined, wanting to keep him in the mood. you loved when bokuto showed no mercy on you, treating you like nothing but a toy until after where he showered you in love and affection.

bokuto didn't say anything as he pushed your knees up to your chest slightly before sliding into your hole with ease. this made you gasp and cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure, "since you're so impatient, i'll just have to go fast right? show you just how stupid you are." he smirked before practically slamming into you, hands finding your hips. "fucking christ bo!" you moaned loudly, earning a smack across the face from him.

he never hit you hard and it never happened outside of a consensual bdsm scene so it didn't phase either of you. "shut the fuck up, you know damn well that's not my name. did you forget who you belong to? sucha stupid pet" he laughed loudly, loving torturing you with the fact you had made a stupid decision.

what was minutes truly felt like an eternity with him, feeling him slam into you over and over while soft praises and degrading sentences slipped out of his lips. "such a good pet" "dumb slut" "so good on my cock" "i'm going to fuck you so good"

they left his mouth like a song, getting so lost in the moment of making you feel so fucked out you went dumb. slowly his plan had worked as you felt your head start to go fuzzy, suddenly the only thing on your mind was him and how good his cock felt. your eyes went hooded and your mouth hung open slightly, not even realizing you were drooling slightly. "oh no..is my little angel all fucked out? daddy fucked you stupid didn't he? you probably can't even talk can you? good. pathetic bitches like you don't deserve to use their words. you gunna cum? yeah? go on my sweet dummy, cum all over daddy-" you didn't need to hear anything else before you came, hard.

your whole body twitched and loud moans slipped from your mouth as he got you there. "good job lovely.." he whispered before groaning at how tight you clenched down on him during your high, resulting in him pulling out and stroking himself quickly, his cum splattering on your tummy. "fucking shit" he whined leaning down to pant against you neck.

quickly he sat up and cupped your face, "angel? are you okay? if you can't talk that's alright i just need to see a thumbs up or down okay?" he spoke softly watching as you nodded and help your thumb up to him. "perfect..come on, i'll tell the others you weren't feeling so good..we can order in our dinner and i'll run us a bath okay? oh! what do i always say?" he smiled watching your lips move to say it but the words never coming out.

bokuto laughed softly before running a hand through your hair, "what happens in bed is for fun. you are smart, kind, loving, beautiful, handsome, and important." he smiled kissing your cheeks.

"come on my baby, let's go home."

[nctinthehouse]

4-5PM

pairing: reader x bf!Doyoung

genre: fluff, established relationship!au

wc: 0.6k

⚠️ warning(s): none

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20th October

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It’s been kind of a slow day so far for you and Doyoung.

It’s been slow simply because you had a few work calls to make and some work to finish off and you’ve left Doyoung to keep himself busy since the morning. Doyoung kinda left you by yourself as he didn’t want to be a distraction to you as he knows that whenever he’s around you, you will never get your work done.

But at last, your work is done for the day.

Coming out from your room, you go up to Doyoung who’s currently upside down on the couch seemingly trying to keep himself occupied on his phone. You’re surprised he hasn't fallen off the couch yet.

Doyoung notices you and immediately throws his phone across the couch and grins

“why are you upside down?” looking down at him weirdly

“i’m bored”

“you’re bored?”

Doyoung nods

You think for a few moments before smiling down at him

“i think i have something you can do”

Moments later, you go back to Doyoung who is now thankfully not upside down anymore. Doyoung sees you fumbling with your pouch and scrunches his eyebrows as you hold up a little bottle in front of his face

“paint my nails for me” you say, grinning at him

Doyoung looks blankly as he looks back and forth between you and the bottle

“what? you said you were bored” you exclaim

“yeah but why nail painting?!” Doyoung whines

“hey! at least i’m giving you something to do plus my nails look naked”

Doyoung raises an eyebrow at you

You drop down on the couch next to him and shake his arm back and forth

“oh come doyoung pleaseeeeee?” pouting at him. You know that he has a soft spot for you when you pout at him and give him puppy eyes

Doyoung sighs in defeat

“ok ok! only because i love you”

“YES!!” you shout as you jump up from the couch

You sit down in front of your couch on the floor in front of your coffee table as Doyoung follows. You give him the small bottle and place one of your hands on the table for him.

As Doyoung opens the top, you see his scrunched up face and laugh

“oh jeez”

“THE SMELL”

“how do you guys stand the smell, seriously”

You laugh even more as Doyoung pinches his nose

“Doyoung it’s not that bad, you want me to pinch your nose for you?”

Doyoung shakes his head

“nope. let’s just get it over and done with shall we?”

After what seemed like forever, especially for Doyoung, finally! Doyoung has finished painting your nails on both hands and you’re pretty impressed

“nice job Doyoung wow! ok now you gotta put the top coat on and clean up the edges for me”

For a brief moment, Doyoung looked so relieved until you told him what he needed to do next and groaned in frustration.

A while later, Doyoung is finally finished with everything.

You look at your nails happily and turn to Doyoung to give him a kiss on his cheek

“proud of you” grinning at him

Doyoung shakes his head and smiles when suddenly, you put your feet up in front of him

“now you gotta do my toes too” raising your eyebrows at him

“babe no thank you” Doyoung shoves your feet away from him and gets up from the floor

You dramatically fall on your back, trying not to ruin your nails

“Doyoung come on!! you might as well”

Doyoung rolls his eyes and starts making his way to the bedroom

“babe come on we need to go grocery shopping”

You struggle a bit before finally getting up from the floor and follow him to the bedroom as you frantically start blowing your nails

“WAITTT my nails aren't dry yet!”

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Suspicious - Immersive Weekend #1

Hey guys! This is the first one-shot for the Immersive Weekend. Maybe I'll open the requests again soon. What do you think? Also, I hope you like it!

Reader's name: Bella Word count: 1.221 Pairings: Philippine!Reader x Derek Contain: Angst, tons of fluff <3 Warnings: English is not my main language <3; Inappropriate language TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

You and Derek were a perfect match.

Well, Derek is not so sure about what you got to make him so enchanted by you. Your energy and passion made him felt like a teenager again, and your romantic personality made him felt so loved and so fallen for you. He could spend hours per day with you. However, he knew you need your time alone. As an introverted woman, you need your space to stay alone and read the weird stories you like so much. What is the name of that fiction genre? Oh, fanfics!

You and Derek train together, and even the pieces of training are pretty fun. Usually, Derek cooks a snack for you guys after that, and you cuddle for a while. But then, he had turned into an alpha. He spends less time with you, and things are colder now. You are training alone, and the snacks and cuddle do not exist anymore. Sometimes, he disappears all day, and you will see him only the next day.

Yeah, things are odd in your relationship. However, you stay silent. You do not try to have a sober conversation with Derek about things that are happening between you. You think he may be being unfaithful, and you already accepted the end of your relationship. Yeah, he found somebody else. Maybe the girl is a she-wolf. She could understand him better than you.

But when he disappeared during a few days, you took it as a confirmation about all of your suspicious.

You sent messages to Scott and Stiles, and they said to you Derek is busy building his own pack. Then, you thought that probably the new Derek's girl is his beta. Accepting the end of your relationship, you stay at your home, alone and taking time for yourself. When things were finally getting straight for Derek's pack, he went to your house after heard some of your friends saying that they have not seen you in days. He knew he was being a not too good boyfriend and was willing to fix things. But when he parks his car in front of your house, he saw something that broke his heart.

Derek saw you through your window. You were sitting on your couch, curl in your blanket, and seeing a movie. You were crying.

He feared that you would not forgive him.

Derek gets out of his Camaro and walks to your front door. He pushes the doorbell and, a few seconds later, you opened the door. You had wiped your tears away and were trying to pretend you were okay.

"Hi, Bella." He says hesitantly, looking at your cold face. "Can we talk?"

"We don't need it. Let's get to the point."

You move away from your front door and go upstairs, while a pretty confused Derek got into your house and closes your front door. Then, a few seconds later, you went downstairs with a box. You put it on the floor, in front of him.

"Here are the things you left here. It's everything here, but if I had forgotten something, then I'll ask Scott delivers to you."

He looks at you, with his heartbreaking into a million pieces inside his chest. Is this how both of you end? Was this the final point between you two?

"...What? No, babe, I didn't come here to break up with you. Please... I was worried about you. Nobody has seen you in days."

You look at him, raging.

"Worried about me? Are you kidding me, Derek?! You simply disappeared! You aren't answering my calls, my text messages. Even if you were, you even don't care about me anymore."

"Look, I'm sorry. I've been passing through a lot those days. All this alpha thing..." He let out a long sigh, looking at you full of fear. "I just need some time to adjust myself. It doesn't mean I don't care about you."

You were holding tears while stares him, with a glacial silence which is killing him slowly. The entrance hall of your house dives into a suffocating silence, and Derek already feels you running through his fingers like sand.

"So, your new status as an alpha completely avoids you sending a fucking text message? It avoids you coming here to say you're alive? Please, Derek, give me a break about your stupid excuses. Just say that you found someone else. Don't lie to me."

Derek's heart almost stopped when he heard you.

"What? No, I'm not cheating on you. I would never do this!"

A tear escaped from your eyes, running down your cheek as a river. You lose the strength to talk about anything. It brokes Derek even more, and he approaches you, holding your face with his hands and wiping the tear away from your face with his thumb.

"I was looking for some members of my pack, but then I found there's a new creature in the city. Now, I'm divided between investigating this and train my betas. I just need to find a way to conciliate things, okay? I swear I wasn't cheating on you. I'm not able to do this. You're all I need."

You look at him, not angry anymore. Your eyes emanate just sadness and fear. When you finally found your voice, it comes out low and weak.

"Do you even still love me?"

Derek gives you a soft smile while slides his thumb on your face in a gentle caress.

"You're the most important person in my life. I love you. But if you still doubt this..." Derek took you up, curling your legs on his waist. You laugh in surprise, putting your arms around his shoulders while holds yourself onto him "I'll show you how much I love you."

He carries you to the couch and sat on it, letting you on his lap. He holds one of his arms on your waist while puts his other hand on the back of your neck. You look at him with a soft face, melting in pure love. When he gives you a slow kiss, all your sadness and fear fade away.

But then, his cell phone rings. Derek groans in annoyance while took his cell phone, seeing a call from Stiles. You stare at him, a little bit frustrated. You just want to spend some time with your man! Is that too much to ask?

Derek takes the call. Without any hesitation or ceremonies, he starts to talk.

"I'm busy. Call later."

He turns off his cell phone after that, and you let out a low chuckle. Derek smiles at you and pulls you to a soft kiss. And, damn, he was already missing you. Derek wouldn't let anything avoid him staying with you or even making you think you aren't loved. All he wants is to stay with you and feel you all the time.

But not now. Derek is too busy showing you how much he loves you.

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You wish (1/2)

Pairing: Frank Iero x [non-binary, afab] Reader Word counting: ~ 2 200 Genre: Enemies to lovers Summary: Reader is the only one who doesn't take Frank's shit, but all the bickering eventually turns into flirting.

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A sigh escapes my lips as I finish cleaning the last glass and put it under the counter along with the others before setting the cloth aside. It's going to be a busy night because, apparently, a band is going to play in the club tonight and that usually brings a lot of people in. On the other hand, at least Mikey is helping me today – let's hope he doesn't fuck up with anything, but if he does, it's Gerard's problem and not mine, after all.

"Hello," a guy greets as sitting down on one of the stools.

I raise an eyebrow at him, glancing at his clothes; white, with a hand drawn black symbol on the shirt. Probably someone from the staff considering we haven't opened yet. The club is empty apart from me, the cleanse people and the ones putting the stage up. "Hi."

"A beer, please." He presses his lips together into a smile, watching me moving to grab what he asked, pouring the drink into a glass before I set it in front of him and throw the can away. "Thank you..." It's clear he wants to know my name, but I don't say anything, carrying on with my job, and proceed to clean the empty area of the counter. He frowns. "What's your name? Nice to meet you, I'm Frank."

"I'm just the one in charge of the bar," I reply simply. Giving attention to everyone isn't something very wise to do and something I didn't learn easily; most of the idiots sitting around the bar will just insult me in the moment I reject them or say gross things, so talks certainly should be avoided. Even if it isn't from a customer.

"Aw, you're not funny!" His words don't sound genuine tho, the disappointment is hidden under certain amusement. "'Bet you don't have many clients while acting like that!"

Cool, just like predicted. To be honest, getting rid of this stain here is more interesting.

"Hi, hi," Mikey greets and I glance back to see him walking in with a smile, "oh, hey, Frank! Didn't know you'd be the one playing here tonight!" He moves to next to Frank leaning his side against the counter. I observe them for a brief moment – so Mikey knows the punk, huh?

"Yeah," Frank replies excitedly, "Gerard could help us with it, so..." He shrugs, smiling. "Didn't know you work here, either."

"I don't," Mikey chuckles. "I just help here once in a while."

"Laze around, you mean," I add, glaring at Mikey. He gasps, widening his eyes, but I speak up before he's able to say anything. "Not to mention that your last time here costed us two glasses, you butter fingers. Thank hell Gerard is the only one to be scolded!"

"C'mon, you know how difficult it is to handle these," he groans. "You're just being annoying."

"And rude," Frank adds under his breath. "'Won't talk with me."

Mikey raises an eyebrow at Frank before chuckling. "Not surprising. I wouldn't talk with you either if you showed up like that, even more knowing how you can be—"

"Stop, you're supposed to be helping me!"

"(Y/n) is just this way, c'mon!" Mikey shrugs. "And you're annoying. I bet they were just doing their work." He glares, moving to serve Frank a can of soda this time after he pushed his glass forward while muttering something. I can't help but to glance at them with an amused smirk, having fun in watching how Frank shoots me a bitter look and Mikey is being suspiciously nice today.

"Cut off the sweet talk, Mikey," I say as approaching them, putting the cloth away for real this time. "I'll love you more if you work more. And you." I turn to Frank. "Yeah, you're annoying."

While Mikey chuckles, a long and dramatic whine comes from Frank. "You just met me! You're the annoying one! And even rude!"

"I don't go around attacking people for free, Frank." I shrug, leaning back against the counter with a sigh. "And insulting me because I didn't do what you wanted me to? What are you, five?" I hold back a chuckle, rolling my eyes. Part of what I'm doing is because I am not going to take his shit, but it is also entertaining seeing how Frank can react.

As predicted, the night ends up being quite agitated, but Mikey and I do have a break during the concert since people focus more on the music instead of getting drinks, what gives us the opportunity to pay attention to it too. It's a bit difficult seeing them – LeATHERMOUTH, that's the name – because of the low stage and huge crowd, in a way most of what I can see resumes itself to Frank jumping around like crazy, though he sometimes disappears in what I presume to be kneeling on the ground and my suppositions he has any sanity left are erased when I see him with the cable wrapped around his head. Cool.

Frank returns after the show is over, asking for a drink and, once again, using that shitty attitude that I do not take.

Through the time, Frank's band makes more shows in the club and, if it wasn't for Mikey there – consequently –, I probably wouldn't be sharing any word with him again. He is annoying. It is literally impossible to talk to him for longer than five seconds without being attacked and receiving a rude remark, even if it turns into some kind of weird flirting through the time.

I suppress a sharp sigh when seeing Frank approaching after another show came to an end – even so, it's still early in the night and another band took over when they left the stage.

"G'night, what d'you want?" Pete, who is also working in the bar today – because Mikey couldn't make it due to something related to Electric Century, if I'm not wrong –, is free and approaches Frank in the moment he takes a seat on a stool across the counter. Thank hell, maybe I don't have to deal with the dumbass today.

"I actually want (y/n) to fix me a drink, thank you," Frank replies without any pity and I need to hold back a chuckle at Pete's reaction; Frank smirks a bit as meeting my gaze.

Throwing the Cosmopolitan in the glass, I push it towards the woman, finally moving towards Frank. "Hey, rat, good concert. Would've been better if you weren't there." I grin, leaning forward on the counter with my hands on the edge of it.

"Very funny!" He rolls his eyes, twisting his mouth a bit. "I bet watching me performing would be the best part of your night if it actually wasn't talking with me."

"You wish, you're always counting the seconds to come here annoy me," I breathe, shaking my head. "Anyways, what do you want?"

"I'm actually not up for much alcohol today..." Frank hums thoughtful as looking at all the drinks behind me while placing his elbow over the counter and resting his cheek against his palm. "I was going for a Manhattan, but fix me a Spritz instead."

"As you wish," I mutter while moving to grab the bottles I need then coming back to prepare the drink.

"So, Mikey isn't here today?" Frank asks and I slowly nod in response.

"Yeah," I reply after a moment, having been focused on getting the right quantity of each drink in a way it isn't too bitter or too boozy, just as he likes it, "apparently he had something else to do, so we fixed someone else." I mix everything before throwing it inside a glass with ice, adding a rosemary branch for the looks, and push it towards him. "I needed to endure you moaning your ass off on that stage all by myself, unfortunately."

Frank snorts as taking the drink, shaking his head to himself. "Shut up, you wish you were the one to be making me moan like that." He takes a sip of the drink and raises his eyebrows lightly, quickly taking another sip of it.

I roll my eyes, not worrying if my reaction is dramatic as I pretend to gag. "I actually wish I was the one wrapping the cable around your neck, y'know?"

"Aw, babe," Frank groans, looking up at me from under his eyelashes, "I'd love that."

The words set a silence between us for a moment, in which I glare at Frank with disbelief and he's got that fake innocent look on, batting his eyelashes while looking at me. His look gives me this weird feeling in my chest, but I look away before I can identify whether it's good or bad, cursing under my breath at the same time he starts laughing.

"You're terrible," I tell Frank, moving away once seeing a guy taking a seat.

"A Paloma, please," the guy asks and I nod, moving to do as asked.

"I'm the best, actually," Frank replies in his usual smug tone and I can't help but to laugh, sarcastically agreeing.

"Here." I hand the guy his drink, sighing as moving to take a few empty glasses away from the counter and hand it to Pete so he can go clean them.

"Thank you, baby." The guy winks at me and here we go again. I ignore him. "What's your name? You a cutie, aren't yah? When is your shift over? Maybe I could take you home," he insists, but his words just turn into a background noise that I try to ignore as moving to the back to put away the bottles I've used. "Oh, you gonna play it difficult? 'Bet you—"

"Can you please leave them alone?" Frank's voice cuts in and I need to glance back to make sure I'm not making things up and there is Frank, glaring at the guy. "C'mon, man, if they're not giving you attention, that's a no. Accept it nicely and don't make it obvious how frustrated with yourself you are."

"Who even do you think you are?" The guy retorts bitterly.

"I'm just—"

"Y'know what, I'm not coming here anymore," the guy grumbles to himself and just downs the drink before he stands up and disappears among the crowd. Frank and I share a confused look before shrugging.

"Thank you, I guess," I sigh as walking back to Frank, leaning on the counter with my forearms over it and we're about the same level. I observe him for a moment, thinking about what he did, and there's this feeling in my stomach again. Butterflies? No, no, no. Not for him. I try my best to not let him know about what's going in my mind, not looking away from him.

"Don't worry." He smirks and that's just Frank. He's always smug and convinced of himself, not afraid of saying what he thinks or feels. What an idiot. For real, I like it. "You deserved it."

"Honestly, I don't know how to react," I confess, "because, since we met, it's been sounding like you're going to throw me from a cliff in the moment you have the opportunity to."

"I'm not like that, (y/n)," he breathes, eyes drifting down for a second as he bites back an awkward smile. "I, um— You're actually really nice. I just like fucking around with you." He shrugs and looks down at his glass, playing a bit with the remaining ice cubes. I keep observing him, not replying, so he looks at me again, raising an eyebrow.

Y'know what? Fuck it.

I glance down at Frank's lips and a red tone immediately takes over his cheeks with it, but I just lean in and am actually surprised by him meeting me halfway. I can still taste the Spritz on his lips, faintly, what ends up irrelevant under how nice and surprisingly soft they feel against mine. His mustache brushes lightly against the skin under my nose, tickling it, something I try to ignore as cupping his face and deepening the kiss as he places his hand over mine.

There's this feeling in my stomach again, followed by a nice tingling sensation that goes down my spine while a warm sensation fills my chest. Okay; it feels right, for once.

"I'm driving you home," Frank mutters against my lips, a bit breathless, just like me.

"Yeah, that'd be nice." I smirk a bit as we gaze at each other for a moment and I'm not sure about what'd happen next, but we are interrupted by Pete before I can find out. Idiot.

"Stop making out and go back to work, (y/n)," he calls from the other side of the bar and I sigh heavily, rolling my eyes as I move towards the couple who just approached the counter. "I'm going to tell Mikey about it!"

"You are not going to tell Mikey!" I glare at Pete before turning to the couple, asking what they want and quickly putting myself to prepare the two Martinis.

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Part 2