#edit: sorry forgot a tag and it's been bothering me

[pinkydoggy83]

🌿🌺 Um. Hi. Hello Trolls Fandom. Still new to this whole thing so excuse me while I say I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS BOYBAND BOY IS DATING THE LITERAL QUEEN OF POP MUSIC?? HELLO??

BUT ALSO WHY ARE THEY GOSH DARN CUTE??? Dreamworks and their couples man I'm telling you.

[thewritingrowlet]

The Beauty and The Brawn, ft. Billlie Sheon

tags: creampie, throat fuck, cum-in-mouth, (almost) friends-to-lovers

tw: bullying, depiction of violence

word count: 8k+

author's note: This is the first fic out of 2 (or 3) before I start writing abt tripleS again. This fic shares the same "universe" (kek) as The Outing Trip, btw. (edit) I forgot to mention that Sheon is referred to as Suyeon in this fic

“Hyung”, Chanwoo, the deputy governor in the student council of the Faculty of Economics and Business, calls out to you as he enters the room, “I heard whispers in the wind about someone getting bullied at the campus”. “You did?”, you say as you look up from your phone. “Yeah, apparently it has been going on for a while too”, he continues, “I only heard about the rumor a few hours ago, sorry”. You shake your head and tell him there’s nothing to be sorry for, “it’s not like you’re the bully—wait, you’re not the bully, are you?”. Chanwoo is seemingly offended by your words, “What the fuck? We both know you’d beat me down to a pulp if I bullied anyone”. You nod in agreement; you’re known for beating up bullies and the evil sort and getting in trouble for it, which then begs the question: who dares be a bully when there’s a someone with a reputation like yours running around? “I’ll look into it. Thank you for the heads up”, you say to him as you leave for class.

-

You made it to class with 10 minutes to spare, so now you’re on your tablet to review last week’s lesson. You’re deep into it when you see a handful of girls and guys enter the classroom in the corner of your eyes. “Hey, what do we do about Suyeon-ie? She hasn’t started working on our assignments yet”, one of the girls say. “This bitch, man, I swear to God”, a guy says, “how can someone be so smart and idiotic at the same time? We’ll talk to her again after this”. Your concentration breaks after hearing those words. “Bitch, huh? Idiotic, too? Some interesting choice of words there, bud”, you think to yourself. You take a good look at them and burn their faces into your memory for future reference before turning your attention back to your tablet.

“Good afternoon, everybody”, Professor Bae says as she enters the packed classroom, “beautiful day today, right?”. She then sets her bag on the desk and connects her laptop to the projector. “Okay, before we start today’s class, does anyone have any questions about the previous one?”, she says as she looks around the room before pointing to someone who has their hand up, “oh, you”. The girl looks hesitant and nervous to ask her question, and you wonder if she’s intimidated by Professor Bae (which makes sense; she looks intimidating sometimes). “Thank you for the question, miss”, the professor says before starting the train of explanation. As you’re listening to her, you hear whispers from the bunch behind you and catch someone say “bitch” again but can’t make out the rest of the sentence, and it bothers your focus once again. “I need to get to the bottom of this soon”, you say in your head.

-

“That is all for today, everyone. Thank you for coming and see you next week for the quiz”, Professor Bae wraps up the class. You see one student after another start leaving the classroom, but you stay in your seat and wait until everyone clears out. “Excuse me, professor”, you come up to her, “may I ask you a question?”. “Sure, how can I help you?”, the professor says. “Have you heard rumors about someone getting bullied on campus, madam?”, you ask. She exhales deeply, “I can see in your eyes that you want to throw punches already”. “Madam, please”, you push her, making her take a deep breath. “Fine; short answer is yes, I have—I know the victim, in fact”, she says.

You’re perplexed, “you do, madam?”. She replies to you with a nod, “remember the girl who raised her hand at the start of the class? That’s the victim, a freshman named Kim Suyeon”. “So that was Suyeon, huh?”, you think to yourself, ��what about the perpetrators, professor?”. Professor Bae shakes her head, “I’ve asked before, but she wouldn’t tell me, son”. “Respectfully, madam, I think she needs more closure and assurance that she’ll be safe before she feels comfortable enough to speak up”, you say to her. The professor nods and sighs, “I agree, and I guess I can’t offer her that”.

You say your thanks and bow to her before leaving, and that’s when she calls out to you again; “governor”, she says, “I do not condone violence on campus”. You blink your eyes in confusion, “pardon?”. “I repeat, I do not condone violence on campus grounds”, Professor Bae says with a wink and a smile at the end. The way she winks and emphasizes the last three words gives you some idea; “I will keep that in mind, professor. Have a good day, madam”, you say with a bow before you leave the classroom. “You have a good heart, Shin Jungwoo. I just wish you wouldn’t resort to violence like it was the only thing you knew, but you do you, son—I got your back”, Professor Bae says when she sees you leave.

You find Chanwoo’s contact on your phone and text him to ask if he’s in class, and he immediately calls you. “Hyung, what’s up? Found anything yet?”, he asks. “Kind of, and now I need your help. Find out what you can about a freshman named Kim Suyeon”, you say to him. “Kim Suyeon, huh? Alright, I’ll get back to you soon”, Chanwoo says, “what’s your plan when we find out who the bullies are?”. “We’ll try talking to them first before letting the fists fly”, you say, calm but resolute, “talk to you soon, Chanwoo-yah. Thanks for your help”. Chanwoo is one of the few people who doesn’t approve of violence but doesn’t shy away from it should it be needed—he’s helped you fight someone before, actually.

-

It’s been a few days since you found out the name of the victim and sent Chanwoo on a recon mission. You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket as you’re walking to the cafeteria, so you pull it out and see that there’s an email from Professor Bae: “My office—now”, it says. You turn around and run in the other direction towards Professor Bae’s office as fast as you can, putting your cardio training to good use.

You press the bell to her room while panting like you were chased by an angry German Shepherd. The door buzzes as it unlocks, and you enter right away. “Good—hah—good afternoon, madam”, you say with heavy pants. The professor looks at you with a gentle smile, “good afternoon to you as well, governor”. You compose yourself and see that someone else is in the room, so Professor Bae introduces you to this person. “Governor, this is Kim Suyeon. Suyeon-ah, this is the governor of the Faculty of Economics and Business, Shin Jungwoo”, she says. “Kim Suyeon? That Kim Suyeon?”, you think to yourself, and that is when you see Suyeon turn to you. “Good afternoon, sunbaenim. We’ve met before, haven’t we? Nice to meet you again”, she says with a smile and red eyes; “she must’ve just finished crying”, you think.

“I’ve managed to convince her to open up to me”, Professor Bae informs, “you said she needed more closure and assurance, right? Well, I’m doing that right now”. You bend forward with your hands on your knees, “and-and—fuck, I’m tired—and how are you doing that, if I may ask?”. “I’m putting her under your watch, and I know you’ll never let harm come her way when she’s with you”, she pats you on the back, “what’s wrong with you? I thought you exercise often”. “It was the adrenaline, madam”, you say, “your short email made me nervous so I ran as fast as I could—I’m sorry for the profanity, by the way”. Professor Bae laughs, “it’s whatever, son. Now, get out of my office and start getting to know each other better, ‘kay?”.

You show her a soft smile and reach your hand out, “may I, miss?”. She timidly holds your hand and stands up, “yes, sunbaenim”. You lead her out of the office and towards the cafeteria. “Can I call you by your name?”, you ask her on the way. “Sure”, she says, “my name is Kim Suyeon”. You giggle softly, “nice to meet you, Suyeon-ah. My name is Shin Jungwoo—I’m sure the professor has told you about me”. As you keep walking, you feel a tug on your arm. “Sun-sunbaenim”, she says nervously, “can I call you by anything other than that?”. “Yeah, of course; call me oppa, okay? I’m 99% sure I’m older than you”, you say, attempting to make a friendly joke. A simple “okay” said in a seemingly low-spirited tone is her answer, and you make it your goal to make her feel better by the end of the day.

You buy a large bowl of tteokbokki and fried chicken to share with Suyeon along with a couple of soft drinks. You hand her some chopsticks and encourage her to eat first. “I-I’m not too hungry, oppa”, she says—timing can’t be more perfect, as you hear a faint growl from her stomach as soon as she says that. You pick up a piece of chicken and guide it to her lips with a smile, “please, have a bite; do it for me”. She slowly parts her lips and puts the piece of chicken into her mouth. She looks down at the table as she chews, and you suddenly see a tear escape her eyes. Your eyes widen in shock, and you move to sit next to her before pulling her to lean against your shoulder. “Woah, woah, are you okay?”, you ask in panic. “You-you’re so kind, a-and I’m not sure if I deserve it”, she sniffles, “pe-people have been really cruel to me and-and I’m starting to think maybe I deserve it, oppa”.

You’ve taken punches in the face before, but her words hurt way, way more than even the worst punch. “My fucking God, bullying really disrupts the victim’s psyche, huh?”, you think to yourself―you’ve never really interacted with the victims and never had the chance to see it from their perspective, as you’re usually busy throwing punches with the bullies instead. The way she cries when shown such simple gesture of kindness makes it clear for you that she has longed for it for an extended period, and it strengthens your heart’s resolve to continue your fight against bullying, both physically and mentally.

“Sweetheart, sweetheart”, you whisper softly, “it’s okay; no one can hurt you when I’m here”. Fate is doing its best to surprise you today, as you see the group of people who referred to Suyeon as a “bitch” walking in front of you. You glare at each of them, and they stop in their tracks when they see you and Suyeon being so close to each other. “Oppa, please, I’m scared”, Suyeon wails and hugs your arm tightly in tears. “Wait here, okay, sweetie?”, you whisper to her before leaving the table to confront them. It takes everything in you to not just whack these brats right here, right now; “tell me your names and classes”, you say, your voice laced with anger. The boys tell you their names—Lee Taewon and Kim Dojoon, both freshmen—while the girls are too scared to say anything. “Do you know who I am?”, you ask again. “I don’t give a fuck who you are; you’re just some chump who likes acting tough in front of his bimbo”, Taewon says. “Oi”, one of the girls says almost like a whisper, “that’s the governor, Shin Jungwoo”. “I don’t fucking care”, Taewon continues, “I’ll fuck him up just the same”. “Is that right?”, you say, “meet me in the alley behind Super Sandwich in 30 minutes—don’t run”.

You turn around to sit at the table again, and that’s when you hear Suyeon scream from the top of her lungs—one of them must be trying to take a cheap shot. You turn around just in time to react and strike back, making Taewon tumble from it. “You fucking bitch, save it for later”, you say. Dojoon is just standing there in silence; “come get your boy and get the fuck out of my sight”, you say to him. Dojoon rushes to Taewon and drags him away, so you head back to your table again to tend to Suyeon. She now looks afraid of you, as she tries to put some distance between you and herself.

“Hey, hey, I’m not gonna hurt you, sweetie”, you say in a calm voice with your palms open as a sign of non-aggression. “I-I’ve heard that you beat people up often”, she says. “Only the bad ones, sweetie—like those bullies”, you tell her. While she knows that you don’t shy away from violence, she doesn’t know that you can toggle your anger on and off like a lamp, and the cluelessness scares her shitless. You decide to text Chanwoo and tell him their names and your “appointment” while you wait until Suyeon calms down; “you want me to come with you?”, he replies. “No, I need you to wait for me in the council’s space and notify Professor Bae about this”, you tell him.

You put the lid over the bowl and ask Suyeon to follow you to the council’s space. When you arrive, you see that Chanwoo is already there waiting for you to come. “Hyung, can you, like, tell me a summary or something?”, he says. You nod, “Son Chanwoo, this is Kim Suyeon. Suyeon-ah, this is Chanwoo; he’s the deputy governor in the council—that’s enough of a summary, I think”. “So, this is her, huh?”, Chanwoo grabs an empty chair and sets it next to him, “please have a seat, Suyeon-ah—I won’t hurt you, I promise”. Suyeon hesitantly approaches him and takes a seat, “n-nice to meet you, sunbaenim”. You take a knee in front of Suyeon and open the bowl again, “Sweetheart, I have a favor to ask: I want you to eat as much as you can while I take care of those rascals. Can you do that, please?”. “Yes, oppa; I will eat as much as I can while you take care of those rascals”, she says with a smile, and you see in her eyes the hopefulness for all these bad things to end. “Keep her safe for me, man. I’ll see you guys in a bit”, you give Chanwoo a fist bump before leaving the room and head to the appointment spot.

-

It's empty when you arrive there, so you decide to wait it out and see if this guy is really about that or not. You’ve been waiting for 20 minutes when Taewon finally arrives, all by his lonesome. “Where are your friends?”, you ask him. “I don’t need them”, he shrugs, “I’ll take you myself”. You know that Taewon wants the smoke, but you can’t find it in you the same fury you’ve used to fuel the fire in your heart—you’d rather feed Suyeon some tteokbokki right now than fight this guy. “Man, I just want to be with Suyeon-ie­ right now”, you think to yourself. You see Taewon standing still like a dummy, so you taunt him, hoping that getting him riled up will get you riled up as well. “I don’t have all day, you bastard; are we doing this or nah?”, you say to him.

He rushes to you huffing and puffing and hits you right in the cheek. You shrug it off and mock him more, “all that shit talk earlier only for you to hit me like that? You’re wasting my time, you little shit”. He releases a flurry of punches, hitting you on different spots like your cheek, your stomach, and your chest, and it’s starting to hurt now. “There you go, my boy—my turn now”, you say before your right fist lands right on his chin, knocking the wind out of his body and forcing him to tumble backwards. “Focus up, my turn isn’t over yet”, you say as you ready your left to strike. The cheeky bastard thinks it is his turn again, as he tries to surprise you with a punch out of nowhere. Adrenaline has come to your aid and brings rage with it, and you use it right away to dodge and storm him with punches of your own, making him fall flat on the pavement. You press your foot on Taewon’s neck and tell him your demand; “leave Suyeon-ie alone—is that clear?”, you say to him sternly but calmly.

You don’t care if he has anything else to say and just walk away, and you’re met with Dojoon who apparently has been hiding around the corner this whole time. “Oh, there you are”, you say to him, “you want some too or what?”. Dojoon looks at you in fear before running away. “You’re not gonna help your boy?”, you yell at him but get no response, “guess I will then”. You rush to Super Sandwich and buy a bottle of water for Taewon and bring it to him.

“Hello again, brat”, you pull him up to his feet and lean him against the wall, “here, have some water”. You open the bottle for Taewon and hand it to him, and he finishes it within seconds; “thirsty much?”, you say to him. “I’m-I’m sorry”, he says in tears, “I never meant to hurt her like that”. You roll your eyes, “my fucking God, stop it with the crocodile tears”. “You don’t understand, man. I never hated Suyeon-ie”, he wails, "I-I liked her as a friend, and I thought about shooting my shot—I never meant it to end up like this”. You’re perplexed by his little confession, “you called her a bimbo and talked shit to me in front of her, you asshole, and now you want to say that you’ve liked her all along? You missed me with that bullshit”. Taewon grabs your wrist as you walk away, “promise me that you’ll take care of her, hyung”. Your head might be flooded with anger, but you can hear the sincerity in his voice when he said that last sentence, so you give him a nod and leave to check on Suyeon.

-

You knock on the door of the council’s space and Chanwoo opens it for you. “Welcome back, hyung”, he says as he hugs you, “so, how was it?”. You pull away from the hug and pat him on the back, “it was fine; he understood his mistake and is regretful”. You take a knee in front of Suyeon again and take her hands in yours. “Hi, sweetie. How are we feeling?”, you ask her. “W-what is that on your face, oppa?”, she says, as fear clouds her mind. You smile and tell her that it’s nothing, but she doesn’t think so; “I-I don’t want people to get hurt because of me”, she says, tears bursting out of her eyes, “just-just let me get hurt because of me—they’re after me anyway”. You take off her glasses and lifts her chin, “no one deserves to get hurt like you have, sweetheart, and they’ve agreed to stay away from you and not hurt you again”. She jumps off her chair and hugs you. “I’m-I’m sorry, oppa. I should’ve stood up for myself”, she says, “you wouldn’t have got hurt if I had”. You peck the top of her head, “I’m not hurt, Suyeon­-ah, trust me. I’m fine and so is Chanwoo—we’re here for you, sweetie”.

Suyeon pulls away from the hug and wipes her tears. “Can I invite you two to come over for dinner?”, she asks. “I’m sorry, but I already have plans with my girlfriend—thanks for the invite, Suyeon-ah”, Chanwoo declines, “I’m sure Jungwoo-hyung is down for dinner, though”. You chuckle, “yes, I’m down for dinner”. “Great!”, Suyeon exclaims, “we need to go now, oppa!”.

-

Suyeon enters the passcode of her apartment and lets you in. Your heart sinks to the bottom of the trench when you see the scattered clothes and dirty dishes all over the place. “I’m sorry”, she says timidly, “I haven’t had time to clean up. I’ve been busy doing everyone’s assignments, you see”. You feel tears flowing down your cheeks as you assess the situation further. “My God, they’ve been ruthless, haven’t they?”, you say weakly as you wipe your tears. “It’s okay, oppa. I’m used to it right now”, she utters, and her words hurt you even more. You hug her tightly, “it’s over, Suyeon-ah. You won’t have to do this ever again, I promise. I’ll help you sort these things out, okay?”.

You let her go and sit down in front of the pile of clothes on her couch. You take a T-shirt from the pile and fold it neatly before taking another and doing the same. “Suyeon-ah, there’s a shirt here, do you have a hanger?”, you say to her, and instead of hearing a reply, you hear a sob instead. You look in her direction and see that she’s crying again; “what do you want from me, oppa? What’s your motive? What’s behind your nice guy façade, huh? You’re gonna make me do your assignments too, aren’t you? Answer me, oppa—tell me I’m wrong”. “I’m sorry but you are wrong”, you stand up and approach her, “I’m not going to make you do my assignments or whatever. I just want to help—would you let me help?”. She nods in agreement, so you ask her one more time if she has hangers, “ye-yes, I have a few. I’ll get it for you”.

You sit back down and put the shirt to the side for later so you can fold other stuff. “Here’s some hangers, oppa”, Suyeon says as she walks over to you. You look at her, “thank— “; your words are cut off by a peck on the lips from Suyeon, and the both of you blush at the same time. “Thank you, sweetheart”, you say, “the-the hangers, please”. She covers her face after handing them to you, and you focus back on the pile in front of you, which is gradually getting smaller. “Hey, underwear—oh, sorry”, you say as you see some bras and panties laying in front of you. You fold the bras in half and hand them to Suyeon along with some hung shirts, and she can’t look you in the eyes now.

“Time to do these dishes now”, you say as you leave the now clear couch. Suyeon tries to push you away from the sink with a grunt, but her small arms don’t have enough strength to move you. “Have a seat, please. I’ll take care of this”, you say to her, and she replies with a simple “okay” and take a seat at the dining table. “Oppa”, she calls out, “why did you call me ‘sweetheart’ earlier?”. “I just wanted to be clear that I wasn’t going to harm you in any shape or form. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable”, you say as you try to clean off a persistent stain on a plate. “It’s okay, oppa. You can call me anything you want—just don’t say anything mean, please. It hurts, you know, especially if you were to say it”, she says. “I know, sweetheart—I know”, you look at her with a smile.

-

Now that all the dishes have been cleaned and the pile cleared from the couch, you lie on it so that you can catch your breath. “That was tiring”, you comment, “I hope I did it well”. Suyeon walks to the drying rack to inspect your work, “they’re spotless, oppa. I’ve never washed them this well before”. “Great to hear, but I’m hungry now”, you say as you show her a thumbs-up. “Oh, um, I only have instant stuff, oppa”, she shyly admits, “I’m sorry, I know I invited you over for dinner, but I don’t have much right now”. “I’m sure instant stuff will still taste good if you’re the one making it”, you try to lift her spirits, “I’ll take you on a dinner date one day if that’s okay”. You take a peek at the cupboard she’s opening and see that she only has 2 packs of instant noodles left; “she doesn’t even have time to stock up on food—those bastards, I swear to God”, you say in your head.

She takes those two packs and looks at them sadly. “Are you okay, sweetie?”, you ask. “The-these are my last ones, oppa”, she says with a sorrowful voice, “I won’t have food if we use this”. You close your eyes in pain before offering her an idea, “you know what? Let’s eat outside and get groceries after—I’ll pay, don’t worry”. “You’re spoiling me, oppa”, she says, “first it was the mess and now this”. You shake your head, “it’s fine, sweetie. I’m glad I get to do these things for you”. You then take her hand and leave the apartment so that you can get dinner somewhere.

You take Suyeon to a burger shop near the campus which you heard is owned by the parents of a freshman. You head straight to the register to order; “good evening, can I have a double cheeseburger and fries, please?”. “Yes, you can. Anything else?”, the lady says, so you turn to Suyeon and ask her what she’d like to have, and she timidly replies that she wants the same thing you’re having. “Alright, please have a seat. Food is coming out in 10 minutes”, the lady says again.

You turn around to find an empty table, and that’s when you see another governor from the university. “Kim Yooyeon!”, you excitedly exclaim as you walk up to her with Suyeon behind you. You give her a high five and ask her if she’s alone. “Yeah, I am. My friends are on Jung Jisung’s trip”, she says before shoving a piece of fry into her mouth. You feel a tug on your shirt, and you’re promptly reminded that you’re not alone. “Ah, almost forgot—Yooyeon-ah, this is Kim Suyeon; she’s one of ours. Suyeon-ah, this is Yooyeon from the Faculty of Science—she’s a governor just like me, by the way”, you introduce them to each other. They both exchange greetings and you decide to sit at the table next to Yooyeon’s.

“Oppa, I’m going to the toilet”, Suyeon says, and you nod in response. You and Yooyeon keep your eyes on her until she disappears around the corner. “What’s her story?”, Yooyeon asks, “how did you find her?”. You sigh, “she was bullied, Yooyeon-ah, and I might or might not have punched her bully”. Yooyeon rubs her forehead in stress, “you really need to stop beating people up—we can’t keep defending you, you know”. You shake your head, “Respectfully, Governor, you have no idea what being a victim of bullying has made of her”. “May I ask?”, she prods. You list the things you saw earlier today: the messy pile of clothes on the couch, dirty dishes from God-knows-when, and the empty pantry. “She was so busy doing other people’s shit that she didn’t even have a second to think about herself—I’m taking her to get groceries after this, by the way”, you end your explanation. Yooyeon nods, and you’d like to think that she understands the severity of the situation.

Suyeon returns just in time, as the food is brought to you as she’s about to sit down. “Alright, I’m going to leave now. Good evening, guys. See you soon”, Yooyeon says. You give her a fist bump, “see you soon, Yooyeon-ah. Tell Jisung-ie I said—oh, speak of the devil”. Jisung is calling you; “I gotta take this, sweetie”, you say to Suyeon and head outside.

“Good evening, this is Shin Jungwoo”, you say. ”Good evening to you as well, this is Jung Jisung”, Jisung says over the phone, “where are you, man?”. “I’m at a burger shop with someone—Yooyeon-ie just left, by the way”, you tell him, “can I help you, president?”. “You know I hate it when you call me that, right? Anyway, what’s this rumor I heard about bullying?”, he asks. “Yeah, a group of freshmen had bullied a fellow freshman and forced her to do their assignments, even going as far as referring to her with derogatory terms, and the victim has been having it rough because of it—the victim is with me right now, in fact”, you give him a summary. “The rumor also told me that you’ve fought the bully as well”, you hear Jisung sigh over the phone, “we can’t keep defending you, man. Promise me this is the last time”. “I’ll ask Yooyeon-ie to tell you what I’ve— “, you’re cut off by a girl’s voice from Jisung’s side of the call. “Oppa! Oppa, are you okay? Are you hurt? You need to stop fighting people, seriously”, the girl says. “Sorry, who is this?”, you ask. “This is Nakyoung-ie, oppa. Xinyu-unnie is also here with us, by the way”. “Oh, hi, you two—you know what? We’ll talk about this again when you guys get back, I’ll bring Suyeon-ie as well”, you tell them. “Suyeon-ie? Is that the victim’s name?”, Nakyoung asks. “Yes, and I’m taking her to dinner and then a grocery run later”, you glance into the restaurant and see that Suyeon is looking at you, “I gotta go. Talk to you guys soon, okay? Good evening”.

You hang up the call and head back to your table. “Sorry, sweetheart. The president just called”, you explain to her, “are we ready to go or?”. She reaches her arms out, “carry me, oppa”. “Oh, um, sure”, you say, “haven’t lifted weights in a while but I should be okay”. Suyeon sulks, “I-I’m not that heavy, oppa, I promise”. You show her a soft smile before carrying her on your back, “I know, sweetheart. Come, let’s go to the supermarket”.

-

You drop her off in front of the supermarket and lift her chin to look at you. “Sweetheart, listen to me: I want you to get all the things you need and want without worrying about how much they are. Can you do that, please?”. “Yes, oppa”, she says with a gleeful and precious smile, “let’s goooo!”. She runs inside and grabs a trolley before sprinting towards the vegetable and fruit section. You follow her as she grabs some bok choys, half a rock melon, half a watermelon, and a few different types of mushrooms. She turns to you just before she reaches the freezer, “can-can we get some sausages, please, oppa? I, uh, I’ve been wanting to eat sausages for a while”. “Of course we can, sweetie. Which type do you like?”, you ask. “The-the one with cheese in it, up there”, she shyly points to the top rack of the wall freezer. You get on your tippy toes and grab a pack, “is one pack enough?”. “Ye-yes, I’ll make sure to not eat it in one sitting”, she says.

She then takes a lap around the supermarket, visiting each aisle and getting at least 1 item from every rack: soap, shampoo, pads, skincare, instant noodles, dried pasta, cheese, ketchup, hot sauce, kimchi, ground beef, chicken thi—“oppa”, she calls out to you as you’re inspecting her trolley, “I’m sorry”. “Excuse me?”, you say, unsure of what she’s sorry for. She looks down in timidity and points at the trolley full of stuff, “y-you said I could buy whatever I need and want, s-so I did”. “Oh”, you say, finally catching on to what she was sorry for, “it’s fine, I swear. It physically hurt me to see your empty pantry so I’m glad that I can help you fill it—come, let’s pay for these things and go home”. You push the trolley for Suyeon, and she wraps an arm around yours as you walk to the cashier. Suyeon covers her eyes as the cashier scans each item, probably feeling embarrassed of how many things she’s put in there. “That will be ₩48.600, sir”, the cashier says, and you hand him your card to pay. You notice that Suyeon is looking down at her shoes, so you grab her chin and turn her face towards you. “It’s okay”, you mouth to her with a smile, and Suyeon nods in response.

-

You and Suyeon carry one box each, as you make your way back to her apartment. Suyeon’s door makes a beep with every number she presses, until it makes a buzzing sound and unlocks. “Welcome back, oppa. Oh my God, my apartment is squeaky clean. I wonder who cleaned it”, she says with a dramatic voice. You laugh hearing her say that, “yeah, I wonder who did that? Must be someone important to you”. Both of you put down the boxes on the dining table, and Suyeon turns to you. “You are important to me, oppa”, she says before pulling you into a kiss. You try to break the kiss, but Suyeon chases you and kisses you harder.

“Oppa”, she says after finally breaking the kiss, “thank you for being here. You have no idea how thankful I am”. You muster up the bravery to confess to her, “I, um, I think I like you—I understand that this is not the time for that yet, but—”. Suyeon interrupts you by placing a finger on your lips. “If this isn’t the time, then I don’t know when is. I like you too, oppa”, she says with a smile. You return her smile with one of tenderness and promise her that you’ll protect her from harm in any shape or form; “I can’t stand seeing you be so sad, sweetheart. I want to draw smiles and laughs on your face”. Her eyes are glassy from unreleased tears, “I’ve been smiling and laughing a lot today, oppa. I’d say you’re doing a great job on your first day of being mine”. You blink rapidly in confusion, “do you want to run that by me again?”. “Ah, I should’ve asked first”, she slaps her forehead, “will you be my boyfriend, oppa?”. You chuckle, “will you be my girlfriend, Suyeon-ah?”. “Only if you promise to be my boyfriend and call me sweetheart all the time”, she says as the dam in her eyes finally breaks.

Love confessions usually end with a kiss and sex (at least that’s what they show on TV), but yours ends with both parties crying while hugging tightly. “Suyeon-ie must be tired of crying”, you think to yourself. You break the hug and wipe the tears off her cheek. “I love you, baby, but seeing you cry pains my heart”, you say to her. “If I get to be this happy all the time, I’ll cry until my eyes are dry, oppa—that’s a good trade in my opinion, and I’m sure you understand”, she utters, her forehead pressed against your chest.

Your roaming eyes eventually land on the boxes full of groceries, and you want to use them as an excuse so you can go up for air. “Baby, we need to put those things where they belong. Let’s continue this later, okay?”, you persuade her. Suyeon unwraps her arms ever so slowly, “but how can I express my love if we’re not touching, oppa?”. You take her hand and place it on your chest, “your love is locked tight here, honey. I’ll never forget your love”. “That’s sweet”, she comments, “okay, let’s unpack these bitches”. “Whoa, whoa, pause”, you say, “bitches? Seriously?”. Your question shorts her brain, “o-oh, uh, I meant to say boxes—sorry, oppa”. “Let’s not use such malicious term again, okay, baby?”, you peck her on the forehead after stating your request.

“Oppa, can we listen to some music?”, she asks as she fishes out some pads from the box. You chuckle, “I’m going to judge your music taste, though”. Suyeon scoffs in response, “oh, please, I know my stuff”. She runs to her phone, and you instantly hear a familiar melody playing over the speakers under her TV. “Oh, God, not this song again”, you say to yourself.

Be my only one

이렇게 부르고 싶은 이름 내 곁에 (The name I want to call you by)

손을 잡고서 같이 걸어요 (Let’s hold hands and walk along)

비가 오는 밤에도, 외로웠던 낮에도 (On rainy nights, or on lonely daytimes)

그대 환한 빛깔을 내게 가득 칠해줘요 (Please color me with your shiny light)

내가 더 잘할게요, 이렇게 같이 있어준다면 (I’ll do better, if you stay with me like this)

You drop what you’re doing and turn to Suyeon, who is staring at her phone blankly. “Are you o—“, Suyeon interrupts your question with one of her own, “do you know how long I’ve wished I had someone by my side, oppa? Someone who doesn’t hate me but instead loves me, or wishes me nothing but the best, or-or-or—God fucking damn it, where have you been all this time, oppa? Where were you when I spent all night crying because I was so fucking tired of doing these dumbasses’ shit? Where were you when they surrounded me and called me a useless fucking bitch because I wouldn’t give them my notes? Where-where were you when Naeun-ie slapped me after class? Where on earth were you, oppa? Why weren’t you protecting me?”. Suyeon drops to her knees and starts breaking down in tears as she recounts the terrible memories and the pain they have caused.

You rush to Suyeon and hug her, offering the comfort that she desperately needs at the moment. “I’m so sorry, baby; I’m sorry I wasn’t by your side when you needed it most, but I’m here right now—I’m here for you”, you say while trying your hardest to stay solid for Suyeon. You let Suyeon cry to her heart’s content in your arms while you whisper to her ear things such as “it’s okay”, “they can’t hurt you anymore”, and “I’m here for you”. Deep inside, you promise that you’ll devote yourself to helping victims of bullying instead of wasting time fighting the bad guys. “This is my last time, Jisung-ah—I promise”, you say in your head.

“Jungwoo-oppa”, Suyeon says with trembling voice, “I know I’m pitiful and all that, but please don’t say you love me because of pity—I want to be loved with pure intentions, oppa”. “Pity led me to fighting that asshole, but it was my heart that led me to falling for you”, you say to her. “Respectfully, sweetheart, I think you’re beautiful and attractive”, you double down on the confession from earlier. Suyeon pushes you away, her mouth is open in delight and surprise, “aww really? You think I’m beautiful, oppa? You’re not lying, are you?”. You shake your head, “I think you’re beautiful, baby—again, respectfully”. Suyeon wipes her tears and chuckles, “you can stop saying respectfully, oppa. I don’t find your words to be offensive or demeaning—in fact, I like hearing you say that I’m beautiful, honey”. You grin widely, “baby, can you keep calling me that? It makes me, um, feel loved—you don’t have to, though; you can call me oppa if you want”. “You’re my boyfriend, honey, not someone who’s simply older than me”, she laughs, “I’ll use other pet names if you don’t mind”.

You pull her up to her feet so that you can continue unpacking the boxes, but apparently Suyeon has a different idea: “I want to have sex, oppa. I want to consummate our relationship”. You pat your pockets and feel that they’re empty, “I don’t have condoms with me, honey”. She shrugs, “I don’t see the problem. I’ve been taking pills anyway—look at me, I’ve been taking pills even though I was single; kinda sad, don’t you think?”. “Can I ask where you want to have sex at?”, you ask her. She puts on a confused face, “why, in bed, of course—what kind of question is that, oppa? I’m not some cheap girl who has sex anywhere, you know”.

You apologize for the dumb question and carry her to the bedroom as she wishes. “Take off your clothes, oppa; I want to watch”, she requests. You set her dead center on the bed (it’s a twin bed) and stand in the empty space in her bedroom. She drops her jaw in surprise when she sees your muscles; “my goodness, no wonder those brats didn’t stand a chance against you—that chocolate abs are hot, by the way”. “You can thank Jung Jisung for that; he was the one who convinced me to get fit”, you tell her as you take off your jeans, revealing the bulged boxers. Suyeon bites her fingers in nervousness as her eyes are locked on your crotch. “Oh my fucking God”, she gasps, “there’s no way you’re that big—anyway, my turn now”.

Suyeon stands in front of you and pull her T-shirt over her head, showing you her perfect-sized tits. She slaps your hand away when you try touching her tits, telling you to be patient. She proceeds to pull down her jeans and panties, and you see that her pussy is clean shaven, looking mega tempting. “Now I can confidently say that I shaved for my boyfriend”, she says, “what do we do now, my dear boyfriend?”.

You lie down on Suyeon’s bed and tell her to sit on your face, and she praises you for “such a brilliant idea”. She sets her thighs on both sides of your face, her pussy hanging low above your mouth. You pull her down by her thighs and instantly start working on her pussy with your mouth and tongue. Suyeon is moaning and jerking around as you keep stimulating her; “baby, that’s so good”, she says. One particular lick from you causes her to jolt and scream, so you use your big hands to hold her down, “stop moving around, will you?”. “I-I’m sorry—God, I’m so close already”, she announces that she’s almost there, so you pick up your pace and keep sucking and licking until her valves break open.

“I’M CUMMING!”, she shrieks, drenching your face in her juice as she tumbles backwards on your body. She weakly rolls over onto the bed, “I haven’t cummed that hard in so long. Thank you, baby”. “Don’t thank me yet; we’re far from done”, you tell her. “Oppa, I want to suck your cock but I don’t have the energy to get up. I’ll just lie down and have you do the work”, she says.

You respond by getting off the bed and pull Suyeon towards you until her head hangs off the edge, aiming to fuck her throat. As soon as Suyeon opens her mouth, you plunge into it right away. You patiently move your cock forwards and backwards in her mouth to warm her up. You groan in bliss when you feel Suyeon’s tongue lapping the underside of your cock, “fuck, that’s a good girl”. You can’t see her face since your cock is blocking the view, but you’d like to think she gave you a wink for the compliment.

You want to turn it up a notch as your patience has evaporated away but you don’t want to go too hard just yet, so you tell her about your intention by pushing deep past her mouth and into her throat. “You don’t gag? That’s a good girl”, you repeat the praise from earlier. As if seeing the green light, you keep fucking her mouth deep but slowly until you think that she’s ready to take a proper throat fuck. The way your cock makes her throat bulge is very arousing, “my cock is in your throat, love”. She taps your thighs repeatedly after a few thrusts, so you pull out to see if she wants to have a break. “I want your cum in my stomach, oppa—you know what to do, right?”, she tells you.

You tell her that you want to give her a throat fuck and Suyeon nods in agreement, so you go back in her mouth and go deep right away. “I hope you’re ready”, you say to her. You plant your hands on the bed and start fucking mouth fast like it was her pussy, but you still hear no gag; “very impressive, baby”, you think to yourself. You keep fucking her and bulging her throat and you wish you could keep going until the sun rises again, but orgasm is already at the door. So, you fuck her with the last drops of fuel you have in your cock and stuff your cock into her throat before blowing your first load, sending it right into her stomach.

After you’ve released all the cum you have, you retreat from her wet mouth, and you hear her gasp sharply. “I thought I was going to die, oppa”, she says, “that was the first time I’ve had my throat fucked like that”. “Sorry, I know this is your private matter, but can I ask how many guys you have had sex with?”, you ask. “You’re my second, babe”, she says, “but believe me when I say that I wish you had been my first, because that guy was an asshole—his dick didn’t compare to yours, by the way. What about you? How many girls have been lucky to have your cock?”. “One girl before you, sorry”, you scratch the back of your head apologetically. “Eh, just one, that’s fine. I would cry if you said you’ve had a dozen”, she says before repositioning herself on the bed. She then eyes your cock that is still hard and erect and points at it, “I believe we aren’t done yet”. You backtrack to her previous comment before joining her in bed, “I hadn’t been attractive at all until I met Jung Jisung; there was no way I could’ve had a dozen girls before you, love”.

“That’s enough talk, oppa. Come here and make love to me, please”, she says. You join her in bed and get on top, “you’re so pretty, baby”. She blushes hearing you say it, “thank you for being so kind all the time, oppa. I-I love you”. You smile as you aim your cock at her entrance, “I’ll show you how much I love you”. You start moving forward into Suyeon’s warm and tight pussy, earning a soft moan from her. “You’re so tight, love”, you comment, basking in the sensation. “Ah, hah—only for you, oppa—fu-fuck, so big”, she replies. Hearing her praise your size fuels the fire of lust in your head and with it, you pick up the pace and fuck her faster, making her moan and scream in the process.

You keep up the tempo until you hear an oddly loud scream from her; “I’M CUMMING AGAIN—FUCK!”. You stop your pumps and pray to God that her room is somewhat soundproofed, because it’d be very awkward if her neighbor called the police on you for this. She twists and turns as the high of orgasm shorts her body and mind, and you patiently wait without pulling out, taking the time to sort out your breaths. “Oppa, oppa”, she calls out with her eyes closed, “you’re so good to me—so fucking good”. “You’re so good too, love; you’re so fucking tight”, you praise her. “I’m just me, oppa; it’s you that’s just so big”, she pulls you down towards her, “can I have your cum again?”. You nod and start fucking her again while maintaining the hugging position.

“I’m so close, love. Where do you want it?”, you ask her. “Ah, ah, hah—w-which part of I’ve been taking pills d-did—oh, fuck me—did you not un-derstand, oppa?”, she says. You release your cum into her pussy with a deep groan, and the warmth of your cum makes her let out a long moan. “No, stay”, she says when you try to pull out, “you would’ve made me pregnant if I wasn’t on pills”. “It—hah, God—it would be reckless to make you pregnant”, you reply. “Don’t worry, oppa; I’ll make sure I don’t lose my perfect physique during pregnancy”, she says with a giggle. You chuckle, “maybe we’ll get you pregnant one day, but that day isn’t today, love”.

You retreat from her pussy the moment she unwraps her legs from around your waist, and your cum instantly leaks out onto the bed. “Glad it’s still as thick; I would hate to disappoint”, you say as you inspect the result of your work. “Can I have a taste, oppa? You sent that first straight to my belly and I couldn’t taste it”, Suyeon says. You slather your index finger with your cum and bring it to her mouth; “mm, salty. I like it”, she comments.

-

“Oppa, I love you”, she says, seemingly out of nowhere during the cuddle, “stay with me, okay?”. You peck the top of her head, “I’ll stay with you and protect you until you’re sick of me, love”. She laughs out loud, “how can I be sick of you, oppa? You’re kind, you’re handsome, and you have a big cock; that’s everything a girl ever wants from her partner—promise me to not be violent again, though. As much as I think Lee Taewon deserved it, I hated that you resorted to that”. You sigh as you think about the memory from earlier, “I’m sorry that you had to see that, love. I promise I’ll work on it, okay? Let’s get some sleep now”.

Instead of closing her eyes to go to bed, Suyeon jumps off the bed and makes to leave the bedroom instead, “no, I need to study. Thanks for the sex, oppa, it’ll help me focus”. You follow her out of the bedroom and see that she’s already sitting at the dining table with a laptop in front of her, “you’re not going to put anything on?”. “No, I want some more after this”, she says with a wink.

“Who would’ve thought someone who had been in such a terrible situation would turn out to be such a sex bomb?”, you think to yourself, “I guess bullying does mess up people’s head more than I knew”.

[simplybakugou]

Could you do another drink bakugo?

⋆ PAIRING: drunk/prohero!bakugou x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing; alcohol; all characters are adults ⋆ WORD COUNT: 3003

A/N: taking a break from mystic academia cause this has been sitting in my inbox for so long and i wanted to save it until i got some inspiration for another drunk!bakugou and i finally found the inspo hehe. also when i first started writing drunk!bakugou oneshots, i was 17 LMAO and now as a 23 y/o that has actually been drunk i can write this a little more accurately lol. also i was struggling trying to end this cause i didn’t want it to be longer than it already is (imo) lol so im sorry for the awkward ending. ty for requesting and i hope you enjoy!

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It was a stupid idea. Why the hell would Bakugou go into a bar with the most loud and raucous people he knew even though he’d never drank a day in his life?

He couldn’t think of something he wanted to do less in that moment. He was exhausted, coming from a day of patrolling and hero work. Although his friends also came from their jobs, they actually drank alcohol and wanted to unwind after five years of constantly overworking themselves.

“Are you really not gonna get anything, Katsuki?” Sero questioned, giving the table’s drink orders to the bartender.

“I’m not fucking up my body just to look like an idiot like you dumbasses,” Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair. 

“Why’d you come then?” Kaminari quipped, interested in hearing Bakugou’s answer.

“Cause your dumbass wouldn’t stop bothering me about coming out tonight!” Bakugou replied angrily.

“Oh yeah!” Kaminari exclaimed, laughing at himself. “I forgot.”

“It’s good to come out with us once in a while,” Kirishima said, nodding his head. “You’ve been working yourself to the bone since we graduated, man. We haven’t seen you in years.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous. I’m not stopping until I’m number one. You shits can drink all you fucking want but I’m not gonna sit around every week just to catch up.”

Kaminari sighed, shaking his head. “This is why you’ve never had a girlfriend.” Sero nodded along with him.

“And what the fuck does that have to do with anything?” Bakugou snarled, slamming his fist against the table out of annoyance.

“You’re a workaholic, dude,” Sero stated matter-of-factly. “When are you gonna have the time to date? If you slowed down a little you could’ve at least gone out with Y/N back when you had a crush on her in U.A.”

“I did not have a crush on that shitty girl.” Bakugou felt himself getting even more angered just hearing your name uttered. 

“You keep telling yourself that,” Kirishima said, patting his friend on the shoulder only to get shook off by Bakugou. 

The drinks Sero ordered arrived and the rest of the guys cheered each other before downing their beverages. Bakugou sipped on his water he was forced to get after Sero berated him to order something.  

The more alcohol his friends consumed, the more rowdy and even more raucous they got and Bakugou questioned even more why he decided to go out with them. It was karaoke night at the bar and Bakugou swore his ears were bleeding as Kaminari consistently kept attempting to serenade him.

Despite how chaotic it was in the bar that night, Bakugou eventually found himself enjoying it. Kaminari and Sero got the most drunk, getting up to dance and stumbling over one another, which made Bakugou and Kirishima burst into laughter. He would never tell them, but he needed this time out and away from the constant need to work towards his one and only goal. 

The night was going great; until the door to the bar opened. Bakugou turned his head to the noise of the bell ringing above the door. It stuck out amongst the voices and loud nature of the room and he felt his face drop at the sight.

There you were, five years older than the last time he had seen you in person. And you weren’t alone as your arm was looped around the arm of another man.

Bakugou couldn’t help but stare at the sight. He drowned out the sounds of Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima, and a few strangers they had recruited at the bar playing drinking games as his focus was only on you. You scanned the area, waving shyly to a few people that recognized you as their favorite rising hero and sat in the corner of the room with your mystery man.

Kirishima glanced at Bakugou, recognizing that he was distracted by something else and looked towards what had caught his eye. He immediately understood the reason for the defeated look on his friend’s face.

“I’m sorry, man,” Kirishima stated simply. 

“Sorry?” Bakugou scoffed. “For what? There’s nothing to be sorry about. We were never together.” The last part Bakugou muttered to himself as he finally tore his eyes away from you and down to his glass of water.

And it was true; you and Bakugou were never together back when you attended U.A. with him and the others. Matter of fact, you didn’t even know Bakugou liked you back then as he made it his mission that you never found out. Not only did he refuse to let himself be subjected to such vulnerable feelings like love and infatuation, you and your peers were constantly bombarded with hero work and dealing with the League of Villains to ever have the time for confessions. At the time, romantic relationships were trivial. 

As things died down by the time class A graduated, Bakugou busied himself with his long-time goal of wanting to become the number one hero. He kept telling himself that it was time to grow up and forget about what he assumed to be a little crush but the more he kept shoving his feelings inside, the more intense they became.

That was why it felt like a punch to the gut to see you laughing with and leaning onto a man that wasn’t him. 

“Hey, dunce face,” Bakugou grunted. Kaminari lifted his head and looked over at Bakugou with hazy eyes. “Get me the strongest drink here.”

“Dude, you really should slow down,” Kirishima urged, concerned as he watched Bakugou down shot after shot. “You’ve never drank before and this’ll probably mess you up fast.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Bakugou said in a rush, out of breath from the abundance of liquids he furiously ingested. He held the next shot glass to his lips, preparing himself to throw it back along with the countless shots he had already done; he felt like he was going to be sick, to no one’s surprise. Bakugou slammed the shot glass down onto the table, still full of alcohol, and he slammed his head onto the table as well. His head was throbbing but he felt like he could float in the air if he really tried. 

Kirishima chuckled at his friend, taking advantage of the situation and taking the shot glass away from Bakugou. 

Kaminari swung his arm around Bakugou’s shoulders. “See, dude, now we’re having fun!” The last word was elongated as he let out a small hiccup.

“Get the fuck off of me, dunce face,” Bakugou mumbled with his head still on the table, causing his words to be muffled. Nevertheless, Kaminari knew exactly what his grouchy friend had said but ignored him.

For the first time that night, Kaminari looked around the room and noticed you sitting alone now in the corner of the bar. He shot up, waving his hand out at you. “Y/N!”

Bakugou’s eyes, which were once closed shut as the alcohol was rushing to his head all at once, shot wide open as he whipped his head up. He felt dizzy from how quick the motion was. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Come on, man, she’s sitting over there all alone,” Kaminari reasoned, turning his attention back to you. You also had finally noticed your old classmates, smiling at the sight. “Hang out with us, Y/N!”

“Alone?” Bakugou questioned softly. He looked over at you and felt a wave of relief wash over him as he carefully watched you make your way to their table, mystery man out of the picture.

“I didn’t know you guys were here tonight,” you said with a smile. You sounded level-headed and Bakugou determined that you were probably the most sober person in the room that night.

“Yeah, we come here a lot after our patrol shifts,” Sero commented.

“All of you?” You questioned, interested as you scanned each of the guys sitting at the table. Finally you locked eyes with Bakugou and he swore your gaze could’ve pierced right through him. He broke eye contact first as he felt his face burning up even more with the effects of the alcohol. 

“We usually have to beg Katsuki to come out. You know how he is,” Kirishima teased, wanting to lighten the mood for his friend. It didn’t work as Bakugou still had a sour expression on his face.

“Wanna get a few drinks with us?” Kaminari offered.

You shook your head. “No, it’s alright. Tonight hasn’t gone the way I wanted so I think I’m going to call it a night. It was nice seeing you guys.”

You waved goodbye to the boys, sending a small smile towards Bakugou as you understood he was in a bad mood but not understanding why. Your back was turned to them as you walked towards the exit and it was a miracle how you didn’t have two vermillion holes in your back the way Bakugou was staring at you leaving.

Bakugou stood up abruptly and he grabbed his coat and wallet. He sloppily pulled out a few bills and slammed them on the table as he made his way out as well.

“Where are you going?” Kirishima questioned.

“Don’t worry about it.”

You cursed at yourself for leaving your jacket in your date’s car as the winter snow began to litter the streets. Your body was shivering terribly. The bar had a few tables and chairs in front of the building and you sat yourself down as you contemplated how on Earth you were going to get home. 

Before you could come up with a game plan, you felt a heavy leather jacket plop down onto your shoulders. You jumped at the sudden contact, watching as a clearly drunk-but-pretending-to-be-sober Bakugou sat himself in the chair across from you. “Bakugou! What’re you doing here?”

Bakugou ignored your question as he bluntly asked, “Where’s that fucker you came in with?”

You were taken aback by his questions. Only a few minutes ago did you realize that Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero were there in the bar with you that night. If he had seen you with your date, that meant Bakugou had seen you when you walked in. 

You sighed, leaning back in your chair and pulling Bakugou’s jacket closer to you as it kept you warm. “He was being… weird.”

“Weird how.” It was a question but you sensed the animosity in Bakugou’s tone as his expression harshened in a way that made his question a statement.

You waved your hands to calm him down. Why was he so upset? “Nothing bad, don’t worry. He’s just some guy I started dating. We weren’t official or anything but I liked him. He said he didn’t like me being a hero and said I should get a job that’d suit me in a feminine way.” You chuckled humorlessly as you recalled the misogynistic comment.

“What a fucking loser,” Bakugou grumbled, loud enough for you to hear and laugh at. He leaned back in his chair, resting his eyes. “You told him to fuck off, right?”

You nodded, amused as you always were back in U.A. with Bakugou’s colorful vocabulary. “Yup. He got pissed and left me here and I left my stuff in his car like an idiot.” 

Bakugou opened his eyes and reached into his front pocket, cursing at himself as his fingers kept missing the opening seam. He pulled out his car keys and tossed them onto the table. You furrowed your eyes at the sight in confusion.

“Take my car to get home.”

You widened your eyes at his insane proposition, looking at the insignia on his keys as an expensive brand. “Bakugou, your car’s worth like a hundred million yen! There’s no way I can drive that!” 

“Just do it, idiot,” Bakugou groaned, placing his forehead on the cold, snow-covered table. “Can’t let you just sit here in the cold.”

A moment passed as you were contemplating your choices only to realize in that time, Bakugou had fallen asleep. You chuckled softly, never expecting to see health-conscious Bakugou who’s always been adamant about never drinking inebriated. 

You grabbed his keys and put them in the pocket of his leather jacket, slipping the jacket onto your arms. You knew you couldn’t just take his car and leave him here like this so you got up and went over to his side, gently shaking his shoulders to wake him. “Come on, big guy. We’re going home”

Bakugou let out a groan as you got him to his feet, your arm around his shoulders and you wrapped his arm around your waist to support him, resting your hand on his hand. You felt his body stiffen in reaction and you looked up at him curiously. His face was red again and you assumed it was a combination of the alcohol and the frigidness in the air. It most definitely was not either of those things.

“Where’d you park your car?” You asked as you slowly helped him walk.

He nodded in the direction ahead of you and you assumed he was referring to the parking lot that was thankfully right next to the bar. The two of you continued walking towards the lot and you found it unusual how quiet Bakugou was.

Once reaching the lot, you were originally going to search for Bakugou’s car only to not have to put any effort at all since his bright red sports car stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the Subarus and Toyotas.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Why am I not surprised by this at all, Bakugou.”

Bakugou flinched and he slowly pulled away from you, shoving his hands in his pockets as he wobbly made his way to his car. “Stop calling me that.”

“What? You don’t want me to call you Bakugou?” You question, confused. “Oh! I get it. You want me to call you by your hero name, right, Dynamight?”

“That’s not it either, idiot.”

“Oh, then, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight?”

“You’re so stupid.” Bakugou stopped right in front of his car and turned around, slowly so that he wouldn’t fall over. He had his signature frown on his face only this time it was out of frustration. “Back in U.A. you’d call me Katsuki.”

“Yeah, I guess I did,” you said, nodding your head as you recalled doing so. “But that was five years ago. I haven’t seen you since then and I just wanted to be polite.”

Bakugou kept quiet but his eyes never faltered or wavered as he kept them on you. You felt like he could burn right through you if he tried as you didn’t understand his frustrations. “Is everything okay, Ba– I mean, Katsuki.”

Bakugou’s eyes slightly widened for a moment and he felt like he was transported back to being a teenager. “No. Everything’s not okay ‘cause I still have this stupid crush on you that I’ve had since our first year in U.A.”

He let out a sigh, feeling a weight on his shoulders dissipate and he turned around back towards his car. You stood in place, shocked at the confession that you did not foresee at all. There was no way the Bakugou Katsuki had a crush on you, especially when you were just teenagers.

“Open the door.” Bakugou turned his head to you as he waited by the passenger door.

“Wait, wait, wait.” You waved your hands in front of you, still unable to wrap his words around your head. “This has to be a joke. There’s just no way– Why would you have a crush on me?”

Bakugou shrugged. “Dunno. Just happened.”

Your face felt hot and it wasn’t because of the weather. So much of your relationship with Bakugou made sense with this new realization. The reason for his cold shouldering you on numerous occasions or annoyed stares he’d give you when you got in a relationship in your second year all started to make sense. It was his way of conveying his feelings for you. 

You shook your head, shaking the complex thoughts from your mind and snapping yourself back to reality as the cold air and Bakugou not having a jacket, since you were obviously wearing it, made you unlock his car with the key he gave you. You watched as Bakugou entered his car on the passenger side.

You knew you needed to give yourself a minute before you could enter the car beside him. How did you feel about him? You always thought he was handsome, when he wasn’t scowling at least, and you enjoyed seeing him mature every year in U.A. Even after graduation, you always watched the news fondly as you watched him evolve into an incredible hero, one that you knew was worthy of becoming number one. 

So Bakugou Katsuki liked you. If your poor previous relationships taught you anything, it was to not turn down a good man when he was right in front of you. Or at least sitting in his sports car waiting for you to drive the two of you home since he was unexpectedly inebriated to do so himself. 

Taking in a breath, you knew what you had to do; you wanted to see where this would go between the two of you. You opened the driver’s side door, sitting in your seat and collecting your thoughts briefly before turning to Bakugou to tell him exactly what was on your mind. You wanted to give it a shot.

And you were intent on doing just that until you turned to look at Bakugou only to see he was once again fast asleep, his chest rising and falling. You chuckled at the sight, taking in how adorable he was in that moment. Slipping his jacket off your body, you draped it over his body.

“Guess you’ll have to stay with me tonight.”

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Wilbur talking about YN at a concert and YN just happened to be streaming and chat told her. Then once wilbur gets back from tour (theyre roommates) YN mentions it and wilbur gets all flustered 🤭

💬 Everybody Talks Too Much 💬

Summary: Wilbur was talking about Y/N at a concert and Y/N happened to be streaming & her chat told her. Then, once Wilbur gets back from the tour, Y/N mentions it & Wilbur gets flustered AF

A/N: guys go follow @joviepog, they're basically one of the reasons you guys get fanfics. Also, this title was based off of a song called Everybody Talks :p

pairing: CC!Wilbur x afab!musician!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

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warnings/cw: reader & Wilbur getting flustered, swearing, mentions of whimpering audios

proofread?: *aggressively shakes head*

genre: fluff

word count: 455

"Do we have to steal Wilbur's YLYL rules again, chat?" You said to your chat with a laugh. "It seems like Wilbur's the only one who can tame you feral fuckers." You were doing a YLYL stream & your fans thought it would be a funny idea to try & send whimpering audios through MediaShare. You were not amused. Just then, a different video had been sent in. You were very prepared to pause the video or have the mods remove it, but you then saw your roommate Wilbur in the video.

"What's this?" You asked with a raised brow. You read the caption of the video, which read, "Wilbur was talking about Y/N during one of his concerts!!!!" You felt your face get hot.

In the video, Wilbur had just finished a song & he said to the crowd, "Guys, I forgot to mention, but shoutout to my roommate Y/N, because they stuck around even though I forget to pay rent half of the time & I bother her with my dumbass rambling! So, yeah, respect for my pretty hot roommate!" He said it so easily as if it were nothing. As if he didn't just call you hot.

"...interesting," you mumbled. The chat was blowing up with 'lol' messages & comments about how red your cheeks were. You didn't really care because you heard a knock at your bedroom door. You were home alone.

"Uh...come in?" you said to the knocking at the door. Wilbur then opened the door. "Wilbur?! You're back from tour?"

"Yeah," he smiled. He became Beardbur again during the tour & he looked very tired. "Sorry, I didn't tell you. I wanted to surprise you."

"Nah, it's fine," you said. "I was too busy to pick you up anyway."

"Wow," Wilbur said sarcastically, placing a hand over his heart & scoffing. "I can't believe that you would prioritize your streams over me!"

"Oh, piss off," you laughed.

"What're you doing?" Wilbur asked, looking at the webcam. He looked at the video & raised a brow.

"We're doing a YLYL stream," you said. "& my chat sent a video of you talking about me during a concert."

His usually pale face went ten shades pinker. "Th-that must've been edited or something-"

"Wilbur, it's fine, I know you're madly in love with me," you said jokingly. He laughed awkwardly.

"Oh well, I'll leave you to your weird chat," Wilbur said as he quickly got up & left the room. You waved goodbye & saw that someone had subscribed & left a message along with the sub.

"WILBUR LIKES YOU! HE SAID SO DURING THE SHOW! I JUST DIDN'T SHOW YOU THAT PART!" The message said.

"...what?" You said softly.

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26 Ways of Taking You: F for Face Sitting

Summary: You've waited for 106 years for an apology. So an apology you shall receive.

Notes: ~1.4k words, not edited or beta read lol, we are raw doggin it

Warnings/Tags: MDNI - 18+, face sitting/queening, Sub!Dream, reincarnated reader, unexpected orgasm, strip teasing is you squint really hard, written at 4am do not come for me at grammar mistakes

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In the rubles of an abandoned kingdom, you have long since accepted your solitude. 106 years of solitude is something no person, mortal or not, should go through. And though, yes, you were mortal, each lifetime you have reincarnated you have always sought out Dream of the Endless as your lover.

When you came to be in your previous lifetime, you did not know that he would be captured and that you would die alone and cold in your bed. Here you are now, walking amongst the broken pillars and cracked shards of glass once more. The Dreaming is more broken since the last time you visited some decades ago. 

The once shared bed that you lay in brings little comfort to you. Its satin sheets have grown rough, the pillows flat, and even as you bundle yourself within the blanket, the familiar smell of him has faded. Soon enough, even that will be gone and you will have nothing left to remember him by.

You felt his presence before you saw him. It was like a pulse that rippled through the realm, a pulse that guaranteed the return of its king, a promise of rebirth. But, after being disappointed for so long, you stay put; waiting patiently for him within his castle walls. If Dream really has returned, then a few more minutes won’t change anything.

Melancholy turns to anger as you remember the day he was captured was the same day he left you waiting at the lover’s table. The waitress had come by several times to ask if your dining partner was going to come and every hour you insisted he would. 

Dream never did show himself, for reasons unknown to you at that time, and you drown your sorrows in the sparkling champagne they offered. You didn’t bother eating dinner and left embarrassed, hiding your face from the pitied faces of the other diners around you. 

Much to your surprise, he does show himself to you. He looked tired, skinner, and almost broken. When your eyes connected, it took him a few moments to read your soul. To know who you truly are in this new reincarnation. He came to you like a moth to a flame, his relief evident on his face as he slumped into your arms. 

If only you were in a better mood.

“How dare you leave me!” You pushed him away and smacked his chest. “You embarrassed me! You forgot about me! You let me die alone!” Each statement was met with another smack to the chest. You were positively fuming, brows furrowed.

“Forgive me for missing our last date,” He muttered and slumped back into your neck. 

“You should be sorry.” You sounded mad, but you were relieved that he finally came back home. 

You hold Dream’s head in your hands, and even when the situation doesn’t call for it, the way he looked at you with a downturn lip and pleading eyes sends signals straight to your cunt. It has been several years since you’ve last laid with him. 

“You should make it up for me, then I’ll accept your apology,” You stated with a smug look on your face. 

Dream only nodded as he let you lead you to the bed. You push him back until he is watching you on his elbows. After you back away from the bed did you begin to shimmy yourself out of your clothes. Morpheus watches intently as your fingers ghost across your waist, giving him a glimpse of your stomach. 

He swallowed as you discarded your top, the bralette does little to hide your figure. Your hands move down your curves and his eyes follow when your fingers trace the top of your pants. You walked to him and he sat up slowly, looking up at you with a plea. 

“Do you deserve this?” You asked as his hands cover yours over the rim of your pants. His finger traced across your knuckles as he memorized your body once again. 

Morpheus only nodded and with a satisfied smile you guided his hands to the button that keeps you from him. His fingers are cold against your skin, the gentle carasses tickling the sensitive skin the further he goes. The button pops open easily as his dexterous fingers opens the seams of your jeans 

You allowed him to be impatient, to take your underwear off with your pants. When you’re bare to him in nothing but your bralette, you push him down once more. 

With a slow and deliberate motion, you crawl over him, resting yourself high on his chest. Dream’s hands roam across the softness of your thighs, running his fingers down the expense of your legs. You stay there a moment, basking in his presence and the way his chest rises and falls with his vitality. 

“Please,” He begged, wetting his dry lips with his tongue. Your eyes dilate as you watch the wet muscle cross over his lips.

Your wetness was seeping through the fabric of his shirt and he was, quite literally, starved. Starved for food perhaps not, but for you and your taste alone? Yes. 

“Okay,” You whispered. “Lay down for me, my love.” You guided him again with a gentle hand. 

He does as he is told and waits like a good boy as you settle yourself above him. You feel the heat of his breath on your most sensitive areas and when you look down at him you see him already staring at you.

Morpheus licks his lips again and when you still don’t sit down on him, his impatience gets the better of him. He turns his head and sinks his teeth into the plushness of your thigh. Your hands shoot for the headboard to steady yourself as he sucks a blooming hickey where his lips part. 

He’s staring at you again, his eyebrows furrowed as you have yet to sit down on him. Dream’s hands keep your hips in place as he goes to your thighs once more, dragging his tongue in a long line until his head is almost off the bed. 

“Holy shit,” You gasped as the wetness of his tongue grazed over your pussy lips. Your breath grows uneven as heat pools between your thighs. 

“You are trembling,” He hummed in content, nosing your other thigh for attention. His cock was tented and growing uncomfortable in his pants and he shifts to gain any traction for himself.

“Oh, shut up,” You groaned, finally lowering yourself onto his face. 

Dream moaned as your entire being invaded his senses. In scent he adores you, in touch he connects to you, in taste he worships you, in sight he ravishes you, and in sound he hears the whispers of his name like a prayer falling from your lips. 

Morpheus’ tongue shoots out, licking the length of you. He circle’s your clit slowly and your hips jerk in place as his hands keep you steady. Your other hands run through the strands of his unruly hair and you grab at the base, steering him to where you need him most. 

Dream lets you take control, he will have his time, but for now it’s about apologizing. He tastes you deeply, pushing his tongue into your weeping cunt. The Endless’ eyes rolling to the back of his head as he feels you tighten around his tongue and your nails dig into his scalp. 

You’re a whimpering mess above him, grinding your hips down and in a corner of your mind, you’re glad to have an immortal lover. If not, you fear you might have broken his neck. 

But there’s no room for thoughts like that. Not when he’s back at your clit again, using the flat of his tongue to pleasure your bundle of nerves. He gulps down your arousal, tasting you in the back of his throat like honey.

His nails raked along the length of your legs, leaving rising claw-like marks on the soft skin. Dream does his best to taste you, all of you, but some of your arousal drips down the sides of his chin. He groans as his nose bumps against your clit and you jump at the sensation.

Your thighs tremble, your fingers tingle and your moans grow higher in pitch as your orgasm comes to you unexpectedly. You see the stars of the Dreaming dance across your eyelids and Morpheus helps you ride out your orgasm, his name singing from your lips. 

When you’re done and nothing but a panting mess and a slump of flesh and bone does his stop. His hands are still on you, rubbing the indent on your hips in soothing circles. 

“Forgiven?” He asks, looking at you with the rare smile that could make flowers bloom. 

“Forgiven,” You sigh happily.

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♡ Yours, Layla6

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sincerely yours, s.jy.

chapter 00. origami hearts. pairing: idol!jake x afab!reader

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synopsis: where they meet once on the subway but he never forgets her or the encounter no matter how much time has passed

"YOU KEPT MY NOTE IN YOUR WALLET THIS ENTIRE TIME?"

"WELL, YEAH? I WASN'T JUST GOING TO THROW IT AWAY,"

00. ORIGAMI HEARTS

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word count: 3.2k

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a/n: cute pre debut jake and a little backstory :) (also this was originally written with an oc in mind of 3rd person pov so if i forgot to make some edits here and there i apologize)

— SUMMER ‘19

YOU SQUEEZED YOUR eyes shut. Reluctantly pulling your phone down, you pinched the bridge of your nose in attempt to alleviate the blurriness that came from staring at your screen for an unprecedented amount of time.

The distant sound of the tracks were drown out by your headphones that played music consistently the second you stepped into the subway. With it being the middle of the day, there were less people commuting providing enough comfortable space to find a spot to stand at without being compressed or hovered beside others. A majority of the open seats provided for everyone to use had been taken, leaving you to decide against squeezing between two random strangers although your feet continued to ache as time passed.

Letting out a near silent groan, you rolled your neck in the smallest of ways. Ensuring you weren’t disturbing other passengers, you shifted your weight on your feet. Although no one had turned to provide any attention to you, you continued to attempt to get comfortable until losing your footing upon the subway swaying.

The off-balancedness caused you to stumble back while your feet tripped over the person's behind you. Nearly falling back, a pair of hands were quick to catch, one behind your back while the other grabbed your arm.

Scrambling to stand up properly, you spun around to face the stranger who saved you from the fall. Not leaving yourself enough time to catch a proper glimpse, you bowed down to a near 90 degree angle. "I'm sorry, thank you for catching me,"

Your stiff pronunciation caused you to grimace in your head. It had been hard for you to adjust in using Korean, although with the few friends you’ve made, you still had trouble speaking to strangers as it made you nervous.

Not getting an immediate response, you cautiously looked up. To your surprise, your gaze landed upon a boy, one that seemed to be your age who was gaping like a fish. Looking rather flustered himself, he began to scratch the back of his neck.

"Uh, it's okay. You're welcome," With his words flowing between English and Korean, your eyes lit up. His pronunciation sounded like yours when you first started learning.

Glancing around, you took note of how no one else within had bothered to spare the two of you a look of interest. "You speak English?" You asked softly, your voice low and his expression visibly relaxed.

"Yeah, I'm from Australia but moved back to Korea a few days ago," He replied, matching your level of tone. You nodded, the clear accent shadowed his words that contrasted against your American one. "My name is Jake,"

"I'm ___," Returning the boxy smile sent your way from Jake, you felt a sense of comfort in the Australian boy considering you weren’t forced to rack your brain continuously to attempt at a conversation like you usually did. "I'm from the U.S,"

Jake nodded along."What part?" He asked politely, choosing to further the conversation between the two of you.

"California," You answer, a small smile appearing at your lips as his eyes widened with surprise.

"Oh that's cool! I've always wanted to visit there," He beams, his giddy expression one that reminded you of an excited puppy. With a quiet laugh leaving your lips, you shifted your weight on your feet and fumbled with the rings along your fingers. Although you excelled at masking your discomfort, Jake was able to pick up on it. Standing up from the spot he was previously sat in, he pulled his backpack over one shoulder and made a small gesture to the now open space. "Um, here, here please sit,"

You blinked. Involuntarily, you felt your face tingle with heat slowly creeping across your features. "Oh, oh no, no please. You were sitting first and my stops almost here-"

"You've been shifting in your spot since you got on," Jake spoke softly, this time out of embarrassment as his expression flushed a deeper red compared to yours. "I-I mean, I just noticed. I was going to tell you to switch with me earlier but I didn't know if that was weird and plus, my Korean isn't very good so I didn't know if that's all you spoke either,"

"Oh, um," You felt a smile perk at your lips. The kindhearted gesture only furthered your amusement seeing as how Jake looked awfully bashful staring at you with nervous eyes and slightly flushed red cheeks. "Thank you, Jake," With a slight bow, you allowed yourself to slip into the unoccupied seat.

A shiver shot down his spine, Jake having to resist the urge to react. He couldn't tell if he was more happy that you didn't turn down his offer or because of the way his name rolled off your tongue and echoed like a soft melody.

"You're welcome, ___," He replies, attempting to keep his giddiness at bay but as soon as your eyes met, they quickly looked away in sync. A laughter filtered between you, voices mixing together to fill the air out of the awkwardness that swirled between you two teens.

You noticed how Jake was quite shy, although he did hold a sort of openness and warmth to him, he was shy nonetheless beneath the surface.

As the giggles begin to die out, your gazes connected once more. Gleaming eyes and ghost smiles shared, your bodies subconsciously moved in the slightest of ways to face one another. Jake was the first to look away, overwhelmed by the deep contact and praying he had no sense of blush rushing over his features from it.

You smiled, you found it endearing. Clearing your throat, you shook head slightly before straightening up. "Why'd you come back to Korea?"

"Hm?" Jake hums, tilting his head curiously not fully comprehending the sentence as he was far too engrossed by the pearly smile you continued to flash at him.

"You just came back to Korea, yeah?" You reiterate. "So, what brought you back?"

Jake pauses, pondering over the question. "I, uh," He begins, a small hum leaving his lips. He had a small debate within himself, wondering if he should tell you the truth but as he looked back to you who sat with a doe eyed expression patiently staring up at him, he knew the answer. Looking around momentarily, Jake leaned in slightly, one hand holding the safety pole he stood next to as he dipped down. "I have an audition at HYBE with Bang Si-hyuk,"

You took a moment, blinking slowly as you processed what he said. "Hold on," You spoke, a small laugh filtering through. "HYBE, like as in the company that BTS is under? And Bang Si-hyuk who is the one who founded them? You're auditioning for that HYBE?"

Living in Korea, you understood and clearly saw just how much of an impact BTS and K-pop itself had on the world. Its popularity continuing to grow internationally and you yourself had run in to a few wannabe trainees when you were with friends on a night out. But you could tell Jake wasn't telling you just to boast and make himself seem cool and admirable.

"That's amazing Jake," You encouraged, warmth evident in your voice as he smiled at your positive reaction. "I'm sure you'll make it and do great,"

"Eh, I don't know," Jake spoke, a hand going up to run through his hair. "It's an international audition, there's going to be guys from everywhere and I'm not even a trainee. I probably won't get it,"

Clicking your tongue, you shook your head. "You've got to have faith in yourself," You encourage but Jake merely shrugged his shoulders. It was evident that the boy was nervous, his confidence level low for someone who was aiming to be a soon to be star. "I know you'll make it,"

An airy laugh left his lips. "What?" He snickers, perplexed by your bold words that seemed like a promise. You stared back at him, nodding once with a look that displayed you didn't hold an ounce of doubt. "You.. you don't even know me. I could be a terrible singer and dancer, how could you be so sure without even knowing if I had talent?"

"Well, you and your family flying out from Australia just for an audition that you knew you wouldn't make doesn't seem very likely," You start, holding up a finger as you stated the reason. "Which means you have some form of talent in singing and dancing department," A second finger went up. "Having potential and working harder for the things you want tend to work out for people," A third. "And you're cute. Along with that boyish charming thing you got going on. That covers an all around good idol on the surface level, right?" A final finger went up as you beamed a smile, your reasons being enough justification in your eyes.

"That.." Jake began, fumbling for a proper retort but he figured anything he would say wouldn't be enough to convince you. Instead, his eyes flickered to the ground, a small form of embarrassment from the unexpected praise and blind faith held for a boy you just met. He didn't even have time to properly comprehend the latter sentence of flattery and compliment that came from you as he was already flushed from your words prior.

Amused, you began to dig through your bag, eyes flickering up to Jake who stood in a trace looking back at you with a dazed expression. Repressing a laugh at the doe-y look, you find the packet of gum you were searching for, pulling out a stick for yourself before pausing. Holding out the packet, Jake blinked out of his frozen state, glancing at the half empty pack, he hesitantly takes hold of a stick for himself.

"Thank you," He speaks up, voice softer than before due to his previous flustered state still lingering within.

Humming in response, you began to unfold your wrapper and stuck the gum in your mouth, beginning to chew. Fumbling with the foil and paper, Jake watches as you carefully folds the small sheet into shape. Expertly maneuvering the gum wrapper as if it were nothing, he watched as the folded paper turned into a small heart within a few seconds.

Noticing his curious gaze, you held it up with a smile to display your heart. "A girl I met in second grade taught me how to do this. I thought it was the coolest thing and I've just, sorta done it ever since then,"

"It is cool," Jake agrees, amazed at how quickly you were able to create it.

You held out your hand, gesturing to Jake's that held his empty wrapper. "Here, I'll do it to yours and show you," You offer and immediately afterward he hands it over.

Folding the paper slowly this time, you hold it carefully for him to see in full display.

"So why did you come to Korea?" Jake asks after a few seconds. Glancing up, you intended to meet his gaze but his eyes were focused on following along to the origami folding you were in the process off. A small smile peaked at your lips, the way his head was tilted slightly to the side and the soft way his brows pinched together in concentration were endearing.

"I'm an exchange student," You answered, going back to focusing on the heart. "I just finished my second year of University,"

Jake's head quickly picked up at this. With wide eyes, he stared at you in shock. "How old are you?" He blurts, the words leaving his lips without second thought. The entire conversation between you two, Jake had assumed you were the same age, maybe he was even a little older considering the baby-face look that you had.

"Here in Korea, I'm 18," You answer with a small laugh out of amusement from the reaction. "I was born in '02,"

"I was too," Jake frowns his brows, his confusion furthering. "So, internationally you're only 16?"

"17 actually, my birthday just passed in April," You correct with a small shrug. "I skipped a grade and throughout high school I took college classes so I'm a little ahead of everyone our age,"

"Wow," He breathes out in awe of the information. "So for the past year you've been living here?"

"Yeah, roughly," You nod along. "Growing up, I was essentially raised by my mom and her best friend. Her best friend is Korean and her family still lives here so when I said I wanted to take an exchange year, they set it up and I've been living with her sister and her family,"

"That's really cool," Jake meets your eyes, you sending him a mere smile, waving it off. "Seriously, you're really cool," He reiterates, practically oozing with admiration for your accomplishments. The praise followed with boyish charm as he returned your meek smile with a boxy grin.

"Yeah?" You laugh, finding his spark of amazement rather amusing. "You're cool too Jake," You add, holding up the now finished folded up heart. Although he lost his concentration on figuring out how to make one of his own, Jake still took the origami wrapper happily, carefully holding it as if he were afraid he'd mess it up so quickly.

Slipping your phone out from your pocket, you take note the time. Pursing your lips, you begin to fumble with your bag again. Jake watched expectantly, confused as you pulled out a pen and began to unfold your own paper heart that you made first.

"When's your audition?" You asked, the words momentarily distracting Jake from whatever you began to scribble along the inside of the wrapper.

"Three days," He replied, clicking his tongue at the thought. The nerves that he had since the moment he landed in Korea had begun to flood back, the momentary relief from speaking to you only lasted so long before he was reminded of reality and his circumstances.

You nodded, a small hum leaving your lips. "That's when I fly back to America,"

Jake tensed up. He understood that you were essentially a stranger, the short conversation one that would probably be irrelevant to you later on but to him, you were the first almost-friend he's made since landing. Being alone without his family made it that much harder to fight his internal battle of worries. He had a false hope that maybe your subway talk would lead to a proper friendship but once again, reality brought him to a rude awakening.

The metro began to come to a gradual stop. The cart swaying slightly as the subway pulled into the station and in return, a few passengers began to stand, one including you.

With the pen now tucked away and your origami heart folded once more, you sent the boy a bright smile that brought warmth to their bittersweet goodbye. "This is my stop," You announced, adjusting the bag that was slung over your shoulder. "I liked talking to you Jake,"

"Yeah, me too," He replied softly, his smile evidently smaller than before causing you to feel a tug at your heart, noting how adorable it was from your perspective. His pout indicated that he enjoyed your company just as much as you did. "We're probably never going to see each other again, are we?" Jake snickers, clicking his tongue with distaste at the thought.

"Who knows?" You began, gesturing for him to hold out his hand. Raising a brow, Jake followed to your signal, his hand being held between the two as he allowed you to grab hold of it. Flipping his wrist so his palm was facing upward, your hand cupped his own while your other gently placed the origami heart in the center. Your soft fingertips grazed his skin, the contact sending a wild flame throughout his body and Jake had to resist the urge to shiver at the contrast of how cold your fingers actually were. "If we're meant to then we will, I'll even buy you a drink for our reunion,"

"I feel like I should do that instead of you," He teases as you hum. Your hands moved away from his own, the loss of contact left a lingering air between you as the subway doors opened allowing for passengers to flood both in and out.

"You can pay for the one after that," You smile, taking a step back indicating the end of the temporary rendezvous from the outside world. "Hey, when you're a big worldwide idol, remember that I was your first and biggest fan, got that?"

Jake let out a small laugh, nodding along fully compliant. "Of course, I'll remember," He agrees causing you to nod.

"Good," You hum. Making your way to exit the doors, you stops to turn to the boy watching after you still. The familiar cheeky smile appeared at your lips, one that seemed bigger and brighter than the others and sent Jake's heart to rapidly thump like a drum through his ears. "Bye Jake,"

"Bye ___," He echos, voice softer than before but a fond smile captured his expression. Sparing him a look, you spun on the heels of your feet and began to walk away from the opening.

Jake's eyes followed you through the windows within, focusing on your figure walk away but just before you disappeared from his line of vision, you turned back. Seemingly feeling his gaze, you looked up with a smile, waving a final goodbye.

One that he mirrored. As the metro closed its doors and began to embark to its next destination, the two of you waved at one another until finally out of sight.

Jake let out a sigh. Glancing around, he noticed that the subway was more crowded than before but the seat he and you shared was open right beside him. Placing himself down in the spot, the boy situated himself before carefully beginning to unfold the heart you left him.

With his own safely tucked away in his jacket pocket, Jake's eyes narrowed in on the writing that filled the inside of the gum wrapper. The short message that was written scribbled in a hurry but still neat nonetheless.

The note itself was short and sweet, adhering to the small amount of space and minimal amount of time given to write it. You wrote it out of a final boost of confidence for the boy, intended to hopefully give him some form of temporary encouragement. You figured he'd smile at the message but it would nonetheless be thrown away later on in the day, soon forgotten along with the majority of their conversation with time passing.

But that wasn't the case for the words written held a far greater weight than you knew. Rather than having you forgotten, Jake would hold onto the origami hearts, it and it's message being close to his heart along with the idea of a girl he wasn't sure he'd ever meet again.

©svmjaeyvn

[its-raining-honey]

Okay, hear me out Rain! yandere thoma with a flirty reader. The urge to see men blushing is slowly consuming me 🤧 Oh, and could it be NSFW?

Yan!Thoma x Flirty!Reader, Headcanons + Oneshot

A/N: THIS WAS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY!??!!!!!!??!!! I CANNOT APOLOGIZE ENOUGHH OMG BUT HERE IT ISS (TOT) [Edit: I FORGOT TO SAY BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYY]

- WARNING(s) - Yandere!Thoma, slight dubcon, nsfw/nsft content later on in the oneshot

- OTHER TAG(s) - GN!Reader, Flirty!Reader, Thoma x Reader

Okay, so! First off, Thoma himself is also a big flirt.

When you start he hits you back with double the love,

It starts out very friendly, maybe you start up a conversation with him while he’s helping to fix up an area of the apartment where you reside.

You just can’t help but bother the cute worker while he’s on the job,

His responsible nature falters at your presence. Sure, he’s bugged off before, dipped himself into a distraction or two while he should’ve been working. But it never got this bad.

Your words never left his head, the dull red of his cheeks never fading at your banter.

And even when he went back to the Kamisato estate as needed, after his task of the day had led him to you, he was keen on picking up another one to have an oficial excuse to see you again.

The feeling of his heart skipping a beat when he was with you was addictive

And when he could no longer just pick up small, time consuming jobs in your vicinity to interact with you— he decided that fitting himself into your schedule would work best.

He has friends in many places, y’know! You think that pretty face and those sweet words only work on you?

Your job started sending you over to the Kamisato estate almost daily, no matter what you did, whether it being sending over paperwork or a message. Going over the data history of the business the commission and your company have together, even if it seems trivial.

It may be easy work more than not, but the constant walking doesn’t leave your feet feeling exactly pleasant.

But the routine has grown on you, especially the people in said routine.

Thoma has definitely cemented himself into your day. Every time you walk through those doors he’s there to welcome you, no matter what hour you arrive. It’s almost like he always knows when you're on the way, even though you have no set schedule to come there. Yet.

He isn’t actually always the one you cover tasks with, he’s always just, at least.. in the room.

He’s doing normal Thoma things. He cleans quietly, fixes and replaces small things in the room you may reside in for the hour.

At worst, he just stands there..

The first time he did it was right inside the room with you and another assistant of the estate. For observation, he insisted.

The assistant didn’t seem to be on the same page, but before they could speak Thoma shot them a look you didn’t catch. But then Thoma laughed to brush off the tension he just created between him and the subordinate and commented on your wristlet, peeking out of your sleeve as you write something down on a the white sheet in front of you for records.

You smiled and complimented his silver chain, “It sure does twinkle in the light, almost as brightly as your own eyes do, Thoma.”

You relish in the bashful response he gives, stifling a snort and blocking his mouth with the back of his hand ever so slightly to cover his giggle. Pink turning into a bright red on his peachy cheeks.

But he swiftly straightens himself up in a matter of seconds,

“Ah, but I shouldn’t interrupt you two anymore. Carry on.”

You turn to focus on your business acquaintance and can’t help but notice how on edge they were from that point on. In fact, compared to other visits, this one seemed to take longer than usual. Your partner working slowly and carefully, as though their life was on the line.(Which, honestly, it might have been..)

Still, once finished you bid them goodbye and on your way out, bid Thoma farewell as well.

But one day, leaving the room you first resided in to speak lightly on company charges and trades, when you turned to the door he wasn’t there. Had he really left so quietly? You enter the hall and look towards the entrance. You really couldn’t afford to go deeper into the estate to look for him—you don’t even think you were allowed. So you left, a little upset you couldn’t say goodbye to Thoma.

Once you made it to your work premises though, you were sure met with a surprise.

Thoma was in your boss’ office, they seemed to have just finished a conversation.

You greet Thoma happily, but quickly bring your attention to your boss, giving them the reports you gathered and trying to relay them, but they interrupted you, unintentionally receiving a hard stare from Thoma that made them stutter.

“—Actually, y-you don’t have to worry about anything else for the day!” They laughed and shakily took the few written papers from your hands,

“You have been eh—excused! For the rest of the day, ahah..” They tried not to let their eyes so noticeably flicker over to the blond to their right, desperately wanting his approval rather than the threat of his disdain.

You look at your boss, confused—a little worried for their head.

“But aren’t we totally strapped today? Are you sure you can afford to—“

This time, Thoma interjected sweetly, “Don’t worry! Your boss was just telling me about this new system they’re all gonna try out, it’s sure to prosper, so don’t you worry!”

He not so subtly started dragging you out of the room, tugging your arm and pushing the small of your back forwards for you to walk with him.

He continued on, “I’ve really been missing you lately,” he smiled and you teased him back.

“We see eachother practically everyday—matter of fact, not practically. We do.” You smiled sweetly at him and cocked your head. “You really can’t get enough of me?”

He laughed, high pitched and honest, embarrassed.

“I really can’t.”

///////////////////////////////////////

You walk with Thoma out of the Kamisato estate for the third time this week, following your new daily schedule together. Your work day always seems to end here now.

“Why don’t you come to the tea house today?” Thoma persists, he’s been talking about it a lot this past week, apparently he has just decorated a new private room in the tea house. He assures you it is worth the detour from your home, even on this rather late evening.

“I could always walk you home after, if you would even want to go.” He seemed a little jittery, excited. He couldn’t keep his hands off of your body, ushering you towards the path leading you two down and into the town.

You put up little resistance to the pushy behavior, trusting his judgment, and a little excited to see the room yourself. He’s really been talking it up, for some odd reason you couldn’t seem to pin down. You teased the obvious delight in his words, his body language. He laughs, warm and sweet.

You two go back and forth on the rather long walk back into the city of Inazuma, that fortunately, felt short on behalf of your conversation.

You enter the Komore Tea-house, and immediately greet the cute dog at the counter before anything else. Thoma had spoken of him on the way,

“Taroumaru-kun!” You gush at his happy yips and the wag of his little tail at your greeting. Thoma brushed himself just over your shoulder to pet the dog’s scruff with care.

“Taroumaru, you’ve been a good boy while I was gone, yeah?” The dog barked and sat up straighter. You laughed at its cute behavior, no doubt trained by Thoma, or at least you’d assumed so.

Thoma excused himself, telling you to wait here with the “Owner”, while he added a little something more to the room he wanted to show you.

You smiled as he left, turning your head back to the dog in front of you.

The back and forth you two had for the next minute was surprisingly fulfilling. He responded to every question you asked, albeit in a way you wouldn’t ever be able to understand. You wondered, could he understand you? But Thoma brought himself to your attention before you could ponder.

“Come, follow me to the back—,” Thoma went ahead and brought you into the last of the three rooms of the tea house, and upon entering, you softly gasped.

Ribbons your favorite colour flowing from the ceiling to the walls in a delicate, intricate manner. Tall, red candles in a shade that complemented the ribbons burning brightly and adorning the room in a warm light. You also noticed the statues occupying the corners of the room, ranging in size, shapes based off of your zodiac. Beautiful art was placed on the walls, and there was a small table near the window in the room, large enough for two, carefully carved into with patterns of dragons and flame. A wispy table cloth atop it, silky and soft to the touch, and cushions to sit on made of crushed velvet and smelling of cinnamon.

You could smell incense burning too—could it be lavender?

Thoma moved with you silently as you gawked at the room and eventually seated yourself at the table.

“This is so beautiful, Thoma..!” You couldn’t stop looking around and discovering new little details in the decor to fawn over.

For the first time in a while, you felt bashful. Usually so confident and ready to tease and court—this response has really left you…shy.

“Did you do this… With me in mind, Thoma?” He wouldn’t stop looking into your eyes, and it made you want to shrink.

“Yes.” He finally answered.

You softened at the tone of his word even though you felt all the more rowdy inside. You went on, saying how beautiful it was, and how… relaxed you were beginning to feel. What was that incense again? Vanilla? It felt as though every guess you could come up with was just off the mark.

His smile was wide, brimming from cheek to cheek with pride and something else you couldn’t name. He placed a teapot onto the table that you hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it was under the table? Oh, and that painted porcelain of the pot, it really seemed to catch your eye—

“Tea?”

You blinked back up to Thoma as he pushed a cup towards you and lifted the pot.

“Sure,” you smiled, “what kind is it?” Thoma gave up another cheeky smile and poured. “It’s a special blend.. I know you’ll like it.”

Sipping and talking and admiring inside the room, it felt like you had been there for hours. Time felt so slow. You could notice Thoma inching closer and closer to you as the evening went on, and you let him.

“What time is it?” You asked, a bit worried when the sun was fully set. Thoma glanced at the window before paying his attention back to you. He didn’t answer.

The bitter leaves and herbs spared at the bottom of the pot with what little tea was left would go on cold, as you and Thoma minded each other. His hand slipped to yours, and tugged on your sleeve, barely scraping the skin of your wrist with his nails.

You shifted on your seat, nervous and warm. “I should really get home, I don’t know if I…can…”

You had to mind the time, you still had work tomorrow, but… Thoma looked so eager. So enveloped in your presence. The closer he got to your face the more you felt like it was too late to leave. His lips brushed past yours and braced themselves onto your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered,

You let out a short breath, preparing to answer before a wave of heat pooled into your body seemingly out of nowhere.

Thoma seemed to notice the sudden change as well, and you could feel him smile into your cheek. “Finally…”

You could barely hear what he had said—but you groaned, and felt as Thomas’ lips moved to your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.

“Can I kiss you.” He was certain of your response.

You’d cry out for him to kiss you, touch you, do anything. Your body seemed to twitch at the mere thought and you couldn’t fathom why.

But you let out a shaky breath, “Yes,” you whimpered, tugging onto his shirt to pull him closer.

Oh you could definitely feel his smile on your neck now. He let out a dark chuckle and grabbed at the collar of your coithes, tugging them down almost seamlessly to expose your shoulders and upper chest.

You flinched back but he brought you closer, forcing your body to melt into his.

You moaned when you felt his tongue swipe over your collar and bite.

The sensation made you arch your back, fixing yourself up more against his body. He hummed in approval and reached back to pull at your clothing from behind, successfully exposing the wholeness of your bare chest and upper arms with a strong tug.

You almost chocked on air seeing yourself so naked in front of Thoma—but he didn’t seem to be put off in the slightest.

“I’ve dreamt of seeing you like this up close..”

His eyes held a deep lust that almost frightened you, he looked as if he could devour you any second. He moved from your neck back to your lips, slotting his own against them swiftly, ready to swallow your moans and suck at your tongue.

You couldn’t stop the noises from coming out of your mouth, the desperate whines, the high pitched moans.. Thoma loved it. He was almost worried he didn’t put enough aphrodisiac into the tea when you didn’t have a more immediate reaction.

But this, this was perfect.

You couldn’t bare to tell him no, and you melted at his very touch. Just as desperate to have his tongue down your throat as he has been for the past few months. Archons, you couldn’t begin to comprehend how much he needed you.

You were so focused on how he worked your mouth, you almost didn’t notice your legs had become bare. After peeling your bottoms off without your knowledge, Thoma’s other hand slid itself against your outer thigh, damp with your sweat, smelling like salt and cinnamon. You shot your hand down to try and cover up as much as possible, thankful for your sex to still be covered, but Thoma grabbed your wrist almost immediately.

The two of you separated, with your joined spit connecting only for a second before it fell. You gazed up at him, lips glossy and eyes lidded, filled with lust.

And he watched you. Watched your eyes tear up, your chest rise and fall with breath—and watched your legs shake and try to close themselves, much to his dissent.

Even against your best interest, your body fell against your own will. Thoma guided your body and limbs so that you were pressed against him, straddling his lap.

You could feel something twitching under his pants, and it didn’t help that with the position you two were in—your covered sex was pressed right against it.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders for purchase as he moved his lower body against yours, moans mixing with your own in the air.

“Ah… It’s okay, darling—we don’t have to go all the way… Mmf.. Tonight.”

You let out a confused sound, dazed in the feeling of his body grinding against yours.

“Yeah… We’ll just practice getting closer.”

You buried your face into the crook of his neck and groaned as he rocked his hips against yours—uncertainty and a bit of fear being overshadowed by lust and the inner aching feeling that your body seemed to need him for.

The panic from before, once subsided, rose again at feeling his hand slip past your underwear and press lightly against your bare sex. You flinched and tried to move your hips but your body barely reacted to your mental request.

Thoma chuckled and braced his other hand against your back firmly, securing you in your place.

“I’m gonna make you feel good.. I promise. You know I’d never hurt you, right?”

You cried, thighs shaking and alarm ringing through your body.

“T—Thoma, stop, wait…” You tried to speak clearly but it came out as a faint whine. A plea rather than an order.

He heard you nonetheless, and cooed at your failed attempts at slowing him down as he let his fingers slide against you, making you mewl.

You couldn’t bare to continue but your body seemed much more in tune with what Thoma wanted.

“Don’t you wanna give in to me, darling? Doesn’t it feel good?”

[weirdonumber33]

If your self insert has an appearance shouldn’t they be tagged as an original character instead of YN? They might not have a name but they have a pretty distinct appearance so I’m confused how they can be a reader? Sorry I don’t mean to sound like an ass. I haven’t been in a fandom for a long time and back when I used to draw regularly there was basically an unwritten rule that you weren’t allowed to draw characters and call them reader because everybody couldn’t relate to them if they had a look. Especially people of different ethnicities.

Oh ya she’s not a y/n or reader I just used the hashtag for more traction if u look you’ll see I also use x self insert and self ship hashtags. in other fandoms I’m in (undertale) it’s common to use those hashtags even if it’s not reader (just on here) but also! I have drawn a few y/n and read looking character that I ship with the guy(got to scroll through my Eddie Munson Tag to see it)

If u do a deep dive into my first few posts of Eddie you’ll see me talking about just using those hashtags for traction (I guess I should probably start saying it again since I know it can be annoying😅)

Buts also if it bothers u just block me<3 I take no offense

Edit: I forgot I also uses those hashtags even when it’s just Eddie too just check my page!

[babycatlix]

okay, i am mostly caught up on tag games! i'll make gifs this weekend when i can!

for anyone wondering, work was better today, but the job i mentioned yesterday, the person who wanted it kept calling today. he made getting the job done very difficult. rant below bc i really still can't believe the gall, the gumption, the AUDACITY this guy had. tw talk about anxiety and panic attacks below

i almost had another panic attack from how annoying he was being. seriously! okay let's start at the beginning:

he emailed monday, i told him the job would be done wednesday afternoon (today). the email exchange went something like this:

him: when do you think the passes will be done?

me: we are very busy as it's finals week. there have been students here all day. i was lucky to even get the design done today.

him: well, can i get them tomorrow afternoon? (tuesday)

me: unfortunately the job won't be done tomorrow afternoon. the soonest i can promise the job is wednesday afternoon. as i said we are very busy with students since it's finals week.

him: okay, if you can't get them done tomorrow (tuesday), wednesday afternoon is perfect!

me: it's very unlikely that they'll be done tomorrow (tuesday), as i said we are very busy with it being finals week. you'll get an email wednesday afternoon when they're ready for pickup.

so he was told twice in emails that the job wouldn't be done until wednesday afternoon. then, a few hours after my last email, he called. i spoke to him and again he asked,

him: when will the passes be ready?

me: as i told you, it's finals week, we've been busy all day. the passes haven't even been printed. but they will be done tomorrow afternoon.

then 45 minutes later he calls AGAIN. my manager answers and tells him that the job will be done TOMORROW AFTERNOON. i get in this morning and he emailed at 8:24am (30+ minutes before i even come in) asking where the job was 🤦🏻‍♀️

mY GuY! lEaVe Me AlOnE sO i CaN wOrK oN yOuR fUcKiNg JoB!

then THEN he has the AUDACITY to come in while i'm working on his job and says, "is kitty here? we were just passing by. ('just passing by' my ass, leave me alone so i can WORK) can i talk to her?" my manager at the time said, "no, sorry she left for the day." which was hilarious, but then she said, "i'm just kidding, go back there and talk to her." she said this so that he could see how busy i was and that all his pestering was NOT helping me get his job done any quicker. and he had the fucking nerve to say, "i'm not trying to rush you, but we really need these this afternoon." WHILE I WAS TRYING TO WORK ON THEM. he literally stood there and talked to me for like 10 minutes.

BRO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND LET ME FINISH YOUR 1,048 PASSES! THAT YOU SO DESPERATELY NEED 🤬

when i finally finished the job, it was about 2:45pm and i was able to leave at 3pm. i did email him when i finished around 2:50pm and he didn't rush over to get them. he waited until 3:30pm to send a student worker to pick up the passes he REALLY needed.

i don't care if his manager or someone higher up was telling him to call and email us like that. his response should've been, "i was told they would be done wednesday afternoon. i will not be calling them again, i have emails saying the same thing." instead of calling and emailing us like a desperate, clingy match on bumble.

EDIT: i forgot to say that when i wrote up his final invoice, i forgot to charge him for mail merging, which i was supposed to do, but in my mind, i called it the "harassment fee" 😇 it was a total of $20 extra that was added to the invoice. the more you bother someone to get something done, the slower they move and they miss things like that, BECAUSE YOU KEEP BOTHERING THEM 🤦🏻‍♀️

anyway, hopefully, tomorrow is much quieter and i never NEVER have to deal with that guy again. i hope you're having a good week, stay safe out there, and stay hydrated my friends! 💖

[dreamsatdusk]

Hi! Sorry to bother you, I was wondering if you maybe remember a specific fan art for MoE - I recall seeing it and reblogging it here on tumblr years ago, but I haven't been able to find it today. It was a set of a few pictures showing various scenes, mostly from Jedao's life - Jedao playing cards, Jedao in water tank with eyes closed, Mikodez and Istradez (I think), direct aftermath of Hellspin Fortress (dead bodies, Jedao with a gun under his chin), maybe some others. There were pretty nice-looking.

I would be grateful for any help or pointers!

Those descriptions sounded very familiar to me, but try as I might, I haven't been able to find the art. Didn't find them in my reblogs, and couldn't find it in any of the likely tags I could think of, including using FindTags. Sorry about that! I wonder if the relevant blog was deleted.... If I turn something up, I'll let you know. And have also tagged this in case it rings bells with anyone else.

Edit: Does the username Eehn sound familiar? I've found some hints to artwork that may be the above, but it was removed from Tumblr. Not really clear why; seeing the community guidelines banner on some stuff that in no way seems to have been a violation....

Edit2: I made the original edit too late at night and realized I forgot to clarify - the whole account is gone. I’m not sure what lead to it but it seems all reblogs were also removed. I know I reblogged some of that art myself too and it’s gone.

@witchascending

[batgirlgeek]

Funko Pop Collection

So I got this ask a while back from a mutual (aka @blackcat2907) and I mentioned in the tags that I could show off my funko pops so here I am! I started collecting them in middle school. They’re probably a money waster and will most likely be thrown away by future descendants but I like them🥰

I tried to get them all pictured together since they’re all scattered about my room but that didn’t happen bc I either misplaced some or they weren’t standing right (bc as we all know, Funkos can be finicky with if they want to stand properly on a given day).

My Harlequin Batman/Alfred Hitchcock/Darla/Lock/Mr. Rogers are usually on a shelf together since I don’t know where to put them and I’m not sure where most of them came from. I imagine Lock was purchased around the time when I was making my descendants fics (one of them featured Lock, Shock and Barrel’s Children) but idk for sure😅

From back -> front/left -> right we have:

Carmen Sandiego (she was my first)

Drowned Batman/-11 Batman (I haven’t actually read Death Metal but I really like the aesthetic of that AU Batman😅)

Regular Batman

Harlequin Batman

Darla from Shazam (I really liked the first live action—and the second—and I thought Darla was sweet❣️)

Alfred Hitchcock

Lock (nightmare before Christmas)

Mr. Rogers (I think I bought this when I saw the Tom Hanks’ biopic)

Eric + Ariel (I keep them with my fairytale retellings. I’m hoping to get a Cinderella figure at some point since

Batgirl

Pride month Robin (I usually buy my Funkos from retailers or Amazon but this one I got from funko’s official store since it came out during June last year shortly after Tim came out)

A bonus Dorian from D&D: Honor Among Thieves:

I enjoyed that movie a lot and I have a soft spot for tieflings so when I saw Hot Topic had the movie Funkos, I snagged her. I nearly forgot to include her since she’s usually sitting on a corner bookshelf behind my chair/desk. Since D&D is a roleplaying game, I’ve kept her with my game disks/switch & DS cartridges

The bombshells collection:

Left -> right:

Hawk girl

Supergirl

Batwoman

Poison Ivy

Catwoman

I’ve been trying to collect DC’s Bombshells line because I just love their 40s aesthetic a lot—I’d like to get the comic series also but I’m currently on a book buying ban to curb my physical TBR (there’s 58 books left if my Storygraph’s count is right).

And finally, my minis:

My mom got me this DC funko advent calendar for Christmas last year and it was very fun opening them all up since it gave me something to look forward to every day. Unfortunately, a lot of them were duds as there were so many duplicates (I suspect the company just retooled actual Funkos and didn’t bother to make new ones lol). Also the flash ones don’t stand unless they’re leaning against another mini. But I still think they’re cute so they’re displayed on their own shelf :)

I’ve never officially counted all my Funkos before but in total (excluding my advent calendar minis) we have 18. There’s a lot more I’d love to buy (including a Huntress funko) but at the moment all I can do is stare wistfully at an Amazon wishlist and I’m okay with that for now😅

(I’m sorry this took awhile BTW. I could lie and say I was busy but I really got sucked into the tv series White Collar of all things. It’s good, I’m on s4 <3)

By the way,, before you leave: if anybody is reading this and is collecting the deluxe editions of these dragon age books or knows where I can get copies for a reasonable price, I would appreciate it. They are very hard to find now since they’re technically out of print I think. I’m missing The Calling, The Stolen Throne and Last Flight. Might have to cave and buy them in their original editions which would be a shame bc I think these copies are gorgeous and have incredible art😅

[chosofied]

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[leucoratia]

I posted 1,288 times in 2022

That's 1,172 more posts than 2021!

90 posts created (7%)

1,198 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@/poormeowmeowcollector

@/papersirens

@/thatqueerchoirkid

@/worstloki

@/call-me-half (my wife <3)

I tagged 1,232 of my posts in 2022

Only 4% of my posts had no tags

#jjba - 419 posts

#shitpost - 336 posts

#art - 223 posts

#golden wind - 121 posts

#misc - 81 posts

#diavolo jojo - 77 posts

#loki - 70 posts

#jotaro kujo - 62 posts

#leone abbacchio - 57 posts

#bruno bucciarati - 56 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i looked it up and it could be translated to prefferencial agreements? but not realy because a preference pact isn't necessarly about trade

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hello again

After all this time, I finished this god damned piece for @/thesuperiorlokiseries . It is done, it is finished, and god did it take me a while (no not bcs I procrastinated the hell out of it-)

I really wanted to colour this sketch because I felt that the raw thing didn't really do the character justice? I mean there is my rendition of the younger Loki from the rewrite (go check it out it's so infinitely better than the source material lmao).

Nothing much was changed from the original sketch except a slight sleeve redesign, but otherwise I'm very happy with how they turned out!

78 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

#4

Not one but two artworks in a row because I am one unhinged bitch.

A quick Diavolo for your beauties bcs he has been rotting my brain at a very fast pace mmmm blorbo my beloved

82 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

#3

"What is it that you don't understand?!I was born a monster", he roared, "It's in this flesh, it's in this blood, it's in these bones. I am them and they are me, and if they're monsters then so am I!"

The last few words were spat, hurled in anger as tears pricked the prince's vengeful eyes.

For a moment, nothing was said. Silence hung the sky as they looked at each other, waiting; one in anguish and the other in contemplation.

"Did you know that they have this saying on Midgard?" They finally answered, with a soft smile dancing on their lips " "Monsters are not born, they are made"."

They let silence sit, the other looking at them quizzically, scowling.

"My prince, don't you see? If you truly are the monster you so describe, it is because you made yourself so. And if your monster was built bit by bit, word by word and act by act; then it can be broken down this very way. Nothing nor no-one is set in stone.

-Stop this, he whispered in a broken voice. Stop nourishing this creature's hope. I'm too lost for you to save.

-Then let me prove it to you. Let me prove to you that there is still someone in you to save."

93 notes - Posted March 1, 2022

#2

Chanting "Avpol, Avpol, AVPOL!!" The potential! The romance! The hilarious pinning we should have seen from jean! Love it all, why couldn't they be Happy!?!

A/N/: efbcdfeshdlqhfuesgfuegujks LITERALLY they are my favourite dynamic in part 3 like UM???? The disaster gay and the calm and collected gay who is secretly as unhinged as his partner I-

Secretly very happy to finally get jojo-related asks because it's my current hyperfixation so thank you anon for indulging me- This post is a literal pamphlet I'm so sorry but I had a lot to say about my boys.

-Warnings: I know you wanted fluff but I couln't resist a LITTLE angst because well I mean these boys have so much trauma-. Mentions of Caejose and Jotakak.

My avpol headcanons under the cut!

See the full post

100 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

New Picrew >here&lt; ,make yourself :)))) it's v v cute

Tags open !!

Bothering some of you because I can >:))

@/call-me-half @/uminozerol @/theaudacitytowrite @/lucywrites02 @/whitespirit91 @/papersirens

Edit: I FORGOT THE LINK ☠☠☠ Fixed

105 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

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[thomase1]

Surpriiiiise

So, hello there.

I saw @mischief2sarawr 's post and felt the need to write a little something.

As somebody whose birthdays always end up a catastrophe, I felt this personally. So I whipped up this little drabble. My first ever story published here hehe. English is not my native language so I apologize for any grammatical errors or weird phrasing.

Oh and @lokisgoodgirl I stole your sas tag list I hope you dont mind. 😁

Reader × Loki

Warnings: everything that can go wrong goes wrong, Loki thirst, smut, restraints (not on you), maybe size kink, a grain of angst if you squint.

You will have to take it as surprise so I dont spoil everything, but I think the sas wont mind.

I hope.

Ok, I did get carried away a little it seems, word count ~3,500

[AN: If you got notified again, sorry, I edited it since the errors really bothered me and also changed a few things. :)) ♡]

So here goes nothing:

It was your birthday.

And it is terrible.

Nobody from the team even wished you a happy birthday.

They all forgot it seems like.

And to top it off, everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.

It started with small but annoying things, like the coffee machine needing new water, fair enough.

Then new beans, alright.

Then a cleaning, fucking hell.

And then you noticed that you are out of milk.

Just your whole breakfast was already ruined, moldy bread, rock solid butter,... it just kept going.

After that, you went back to your room, opening the package with clothes and other small things you ordered for yourself.

The shirt was a different color, the hoodie was itchy instead of soft, the leggings were far too small and the jeans ripped open, a cool breeze confirming. Your ass open for anybody to see.

You just clumped it all up and threw it in the last corner of your room, trying to forget about it.

And it just kept going after that, small accidents like spilling your juice, burning your food and stubbing your little toe.

It was the worst day you have ever had and the worst of it all?

Its not even a small birthday, its your 30th.

So for the others to not remember that, after year and years of beeing a part of the team, to say it stung would be a giant understatement.

So you decided to just go back to your room and sleep, maybe the universe had a little mercy on you and would let you sleep peacefully.

On your way back, your nerves and frustration finally took over, tears brimming in your eyes. You felt them spill, running down your cheek as you reached your door.

Opening it, you felt you are not alone, its just part of your instincts to sense other presences around.

Then you smell it, a familiar smell, a smell you loved.

Frest like snow.

Smoky like a campfire and...

Leather.

Oh how you love this smell.

It makes you weak in the knees, the fact that you had been crushing over him for a long time only adding to it.

Loki.

You two always flirted, you are good friends but never more. Much to your dissapointment.

But what the hell is he doing here?

You were facing your living area, a soft cough ripping you from your thoughts. You turn around and find...

Loki, sitting cross legged on your coffee table, his arms tied to his torso by some beautiful golden chains. (An: lets forget about the ones at his feet since they dont look like they do much anyway.)

"Darling, why are you crying?", Loki speaks, takeing you from your thoughts once again.

You hear the chains creak against his leather, leaning forward as if trying to reach you. You forgot about the wet streaks coating your cheeks, how embarrassing.

"What is this? Did somebody do this to you?", you ask him, dodging his question.

"I meant to surprise you.", his eyes sparkle with mischief.

"Well you're the first to even talk to me today. But why the chains? You could have just visited.", you ask, oblivious.

"Are you trying to tell me nobody wished you a happy birthday?", he asks with furrowed brows.

"Yes. Now whats with the chains Lokes?"

He huffs, not sure if its frustration or amusement.

His mouth agape looking at you, "So thats why...", he trails off, shifting his gaze to the side,

"Y/N, I am your surprise."

You knit your brows, the little wheels in your head turning at overdrive.

"What do you mean? What am I surpossed to-", and then it hits you.

HE is your surprise, all wrapped up for you.

"Have you figured it out now? I am at your mercy, do with me as you please.", he looks down at his feet, but you can hear his smirk.

This day suddenly got a whole lot better. You finally wipe your face and walk towards him.

"At my mercy, huh?", you smirk, delicious ideas flooding your mind.

You have wanted him for so long. Never would you have thought of him as a sub to you, but you certenly are not complaining.

But what to do out of all the things on your mind?

Slowly, you dragged your finger along the chains, following the edges of them. You slid your finger to his leather armour, feeling his chiselled chest underneath.

Loki kept his head down, but his breath became almost shaky, he is enjoying this as much as you.

You took your fingers and ghosted them up his neck, his breath cathiching in his throat. Then you trailed them along his jaw, oh how you love his jaw. You fantasize about it a lot, how it you feel buried between your thighs.

With a smirk you take his chin between your thumb and pointer finger. His tiny stubbles prickling your fingers, pushing it up so his eyes meet yours.

His gorgeous eyes capturing you once again. Those shades of green and aquamarin... so unique, never have you seen anything like them. No crystal or diamond could compare.

"So, what should I do with you, prince Loki?", you asked, hearing him take a deeper breath.

The use of his title aways thrills him, it isnt usual for anybody here to use it.

He whines as you take away your fingers, his gaze glued to you. Makeing a circle around him, you notice the pointy chain digging into his back at one spot, so you twist it a little feeling him relax slightly.

"Thank you.", he breathes.

You smile behind him and run your fingers though his hair. So soft, it feels so good to run his wavy locks through your fingers. You lightly scratch at his scalp, his head leaning to your touch.

If he were a cat, he'd be purring.

With your other hand, you go down his spine, all the way from his neck to his ass. His gorgeous, royal ass you just want to bite into like a juicy apple. The thought makes you squeeze his cheek, a sharp intake of air coming from your gift.

Your fingers keep wandering, around his waist to his stomach. You can feel his abs through the thick fabric, straining against it. You take your hand away from his luscious mane, another whine of his makeing you smirk deviously.

Sinking to your knees, you press your front to his back, laying a hand each on his knees.

His breathing quickens rapidly.

Ever so slowly you go up his thighs.

Oh how you wanna ride his thighs, use him like a toy.

You stop to squeeze the inside of his thigh, a tiny sound that can only be described as a moan sounding in your ears. Its so addictive, you instantly crave more.

Torturously slow, you make your way up his flesh. You can feel him shiver against your back as you stay only inches from where he wants you. Where you want to touch but enjoying to tantalize him far too much.

So you make your way back to his knees.

You keep them there for a while, takeing in a whiff of his hair since its right in front of you.

Who wouldnt? It smells divine, you cant even describe it.

It somehow masculine, yet feminine. A little fruity and yet spicy, but overall just natural.

As you keep smelling his hair you, more or less consciously, your hand travels up again, this time even closer to his jewels.

Again, its stays there.

"Please-", Loki whines, trying to shift towards your hands.

Devilishly, you take them away and stand up, takeing all touch from him. Never would you have dreamed about it, but Loki wiggels in his restraints and lets out a keeing, a begging sound.

You circle him, your core throbbing from neglect.

Standing im front of him, "What do you want? Miss my touch?".

He whines, "Yes, please... touch me.".

You snicker, "I will be honest, I really enjoy you like this. Whining for my touch.".

Lowering yourself, you straddle his spread legs, Loki getting cought by surprise as you hurriedly grab his ckeeks and kiss him.

He tastes sweet, his lips are soft and warm. I bet they would feel good against my ear, moaning as he fucks me from behind.

He needs a second to kiss you back, but when he does, its with the same level of enthusiasm. It doesnt take long for it to get heated, your tongues fighting for dominance in a desperate dance.

One of your hands makes contact with his clothed cock, his jaw going slack when you run your hand up and down. You break the kiss to look at him. Jaw hanging open, pupils blown wide in ecstasy and breath coming in ragged.

"Do you like that my prince?", you ask, kissing the shell of his ear.

"Y-yes- gods please-", he groans, bucking his hips toward you.

"Get rid of your pants.", you whisper in his ear and in a flash of seiðr, their gone.

Your palm makes instant contact with his length, the god hissing out in arousal. You may be strong willed, but you cant help look down.

The sight makeing your, already wet, pussy flood your panties.

His cock certenly is of godly standard, your hand looks tiny around him. His head is an angry red and precum is leaking from his slit. The sight spurs you on to hardern your grip and gradually stroke him up and down.

A moan leaves his lips, his head sinking to your shoulder, inviting you to run your free hand through his hair again.

"Somebody is excited huh? How long have you been like this?", you whisper against his hair, movement steady on him.

"I-its been a w- aaah while.", he moans.

You let your hand go over his cock, his words makeing you even hornier. He lets out a groan which he muffles on your shoulder.

"Was it before I was even here?"

He shivers, "Y-yes.. oh gods- Ive been wai- uuuh waiting for y-you.", you hardened your grip, you thumb pressing down on the vein on the underside of his girth.

"Poor thing.", you mock, feeling him tremble.

Slowly, you stood up, hearing Loki cry out, "No! Pl-please dont stop- dont leave me like this, please!".

That honestly made your heart ache for a second, you know he has a massive fear of abandonment, so it probably wasnt entirely sexual.

"That wasnt my plan, this was.", you say softly, takeing off your shirt.

He looks at you stunned, groaning as he lets his eyes wander over your cleavage.

You drop it on the floor, moving to take off your pants, "I would never leave you. Especially not like that.".

You lets them pool on the floor, looking at him to watch his reaction. He adjusts his posture, cock standing painfully tall.

You hook two fingers under the waistband of your slip, "I want to savour my delicious gift. I would be insane to walk away from you.", you slide them down, letting them drop between your feet.

You see his jaw clench, eyes savouring every inch of you.

Gracefully, you walk towards him, wasteing no time to straddle him again, letting his cock rest against your dripping heat. He throws his head back with a groan from the contact.

Your breath quickens too, it feels heavenly to finally feel him. You rocket your hips against him, your clit gliding up and down. His veins in contact with your sensitive bud makes you moan, head falling forwards to rest on his chest.

The chains poke against your forehead, so you tell him, "Remove them, all of it. I want to feel you.".

He obligates and vanishes his top and the chains, feeling his bare torso against you.

"Please-", he pants, feeling him buck his hips.

You have no objection to that, so you lift your hips and line him up. Slowly you sink down, feeling him stretch you like you have never been bofore. Both of you let out a deep moan, his cock twitching inside you.

Its almost hurts a little, which only adds to your excitement. You stay like that and look up into his eyes, dark of lust.

For a second you both you look into each others eyes when he asks, "Can I touch you?".

You nod, laying your arms around his neck. He greedily feels up and down your body, hips moving a little from excitement.

Then his exploring comes to a halt at the band of your bra, "Is it ok if I..?".

"Yes, do it.", you encourage and feel the clasp getting undone. He helps you take it off and flings is across the room, his hands cupping your breast.

He squeezes them and plays with your nipples, you buck your hips, moving in circular motions. Both of you moan at the feeling, his head sinking to your cleavage peppering small kisses all over it.

You cant take it anymore, you need to move, so you push yourself to have him in only by the tip, sinking down in a hard thrust. Its feels so good, you do it again and again, Lokis hands gripping your hips firmly, helping you with leverage.

You kiss, moaning into each others mouth. He starts meeting your thrusts as he gets desperate.

He begins to groan and thrust harder and harder, his veins and ridges gliding against your sweet spots, clit meeting his pelvis with every thrust.

"I- I'm close- is it ok if-", he groans out of gritted teeth so you interrupte him.

"Yes, its ok- let go-", you tell him, cupping his cheek to kiss him.

He tightens his hold on your grip, surely leaving little bruises behind, but you love the feel of it.

His thrusts get more desperate, erratic.

He stills, pushing you down on him as he spills inside of you.

You didnt come, but its ok, this was a true pleasure. He rides himself through his high and wraps his arms agroud you.

"This was so nice, thank you Loki.", you tell him, stroking his hot cheek.

"Was? Darling you did not finish, we are far from done here.", he tells you, cupping your cheek to look at you with a wicked smirk.

"You wanna keep going? But you just-", you question but he heckles.

"Oh we are miles from my limits. I am a god my dear.", he pecks your neck, trailing lower to your ear. He leaves bruising kisses there, your sex clenches at the feeling.

"Mmm, you like that hm?", he mumbles against your skin.

You stretch your neck for him to grand him better access.

"What do you want me to do with you? I am your gift.", he asks you.

"Just take me. Fuck me how you want to.", you groan, feeling the excitement reignite.

"Your wish is my command.", he grabs your waist and stands up with you.

Instinctively your arms and legs wrap around him. He walks over to the next free wall, pushing you against it carefully.

He takes your knees and pushes them up, holing you up and spreading you. His mouth starts to trail your throat, gently nipping at it.

You try to move your hips but fail, "Patience kitten.", he tells you firmly.

You whine at him but he ignores you, kissing your cleavage and speading hickeys all over it. Is he marking you?

Just as you think about it, he thrusts his hips, even his semi hards cock feels like heaven.

His seed spills out and you moan from the sudden pleasure as he keeps on thrusting, feeling him harden inside of you. His thrust stay in a slow rhythm, each thrust bottoming out iside of you.

"Lokii...", you moan.

He groans from your sounds, engulfing your lips with his as he changes his angle. He now hits your g spot perfectly, you cry out from the pleasure, moaning his name over and over.

You grip his shoulder and claw at his back with the other hand, needing to hold on to something. The coil in your stomach tightens, fast, and he can feel that.

"Thats right... say my name- youre squeezing me so well, gods-", he throws his head back and you admire his muscular neck, a vampires dream.

You are a moaning mess, wanting release but also not wanting this to end.

"Close- I'm... ahhh... please dont stop-", you keen feeling your limbst tingle. You sink your nails even deeper into his back pulling a gutteral moan from him.

"Come with me- for me Y/n.", he lets one of his hands leave the hollow of your knee and meets your clit, pressing down on it.

"Ah fuuuuck Lokiiii-", you climax as he starts stroking your clit.

Your channels clench around him, spurring on his orgasm, "Oh gods- fuck- s-so good-".

You feel him come inside of you, thusting into you deeply, holding himself there. He keeps moving his finger on your clit, prolonging your high.

"Your still milking me- your such a good girl-", he starts riding you both though your highs, only stopping when you cry out in overstimulation.

You sink your head to his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. He rests his chin on your head, calming down hilself.

After both of you have calmed down a little, he grabs your other knee again, walking you both to the shower. He sets you down, pulling out, and steadies you.

Your legs are jello but you can stand.

"That was amazing, best fuck ever. We should do that again some time.", you tell him honestly, makeing him chuckle.

"Oh trust me, we will. You are mine now.", he pecks your lips.

"You wanna date me?", you ask surpised.

"Well yes, except if you dont-", you shush him by kissing him, that should answer it.

You both take a shower and help each other clean up. Which may or may not have lead to him fingering you while cleaning you up.

He held you steady the whole time. Not beeing able to keep from kissing one another, the shower took a long time.

After you finally got out, both of you dried yourselfs. You already wanted to blow dry your hair when Loki dried his and your hair with him seiðr.

"Wait, couldnt you have just cleaned us up with your magic then?", you ask him suspiciously.

"Sure. But takeing a shower together was more fun.", he says, makeing a fingering motion with his fingers.

You giggle and slap his arm but your pussy got wet once again. He is holding your mind hostage and you started dating about an hour ago.

"Wait, did you put the chains on yourself? Why did you make them so tight and uncomftable?", you ask him.

"Yes I did. I wanted it to be realistic and I placed that one piece of it deliberatly to dig into me.", he smirks.

"Why would you do that?", you are a little dumbstruck.

"I was curious if you would notice and wanted to see what you would do.", he explains to you.

Your mouth forms a silent 'o' and you nod in understanding.

"Now, lets get ready, I want to take you somewhere.", he snaps his wist and both of you are clothed.

He is dressed in his black Gucci suit, the one you always longed to tear off his body. Sometimes dreams do come true, well, you have yet to take it off of him, but youre sure that can be arranged.

He dressed you in a black cocktail dress with no straps, leaving your collar bones free. It gives you a nice cleavage and the skirt is covered by a layer of tulle, small forest green accents stitched on it.

"Wow, its gorgeous Loki. And you look so handsome, I love that suit.", you tell him with a beaming smile.

"Well thank you darling. I really did a good job, that dress is fit for a queen like you.", he admires, spinning you around.

You giggle and wrap your arms around him, kissing him passionatly, loving, "Thank you Loki, honestly. You turned the worst birthday Ive ever had into the best.".

You see his eyes sprakle, "Now, lets go before I cant hold back from tearing that dress off.".

With a bit of protest you let him lead you to the rooftop, the elevator doors open and reaveal fairy lights, dance music and a bartender mixing drinks.

But also the whole team, shouting "Happy bithday!".

You are taken by surprise, your mouth dropping open as Tony hands you your favourite drink.

"You didnt forget?", you ask them getting teary eyed.

"No! Of course not! We thought it was a cruel plan, but my brother insisted on it.", Thor defends.

"He told us he had a plan and well- I think its clear what it was.", Tony says, gesturing to your neck.

Embarrassmemt floods you as you realize Lokis hickeys are at display for all the team to see.

"Yes. While that may be partly true-" Loki says and looks at you, whispering, "are you alright with me makeing it official?".

You answer him with a nod, getting more anxious to how they will react.

"We are now courting.", he announces, not beeing able to contain his excitement he smiles from cheek to cheek.

"Finally!", say Wanda and Nat in unision.

"Took you long enough brother. Congratulations.", booms Thor, strideing to him, clapping him on the back proudly.

You hear Loki groan very subtly at the harsh treatment.

Oh Thor, always miscalculating your strengh.

"While I cant understand it, congrats guys. Now, lets get this party started!", Tony says, turning to the bar.

And that is how Loki and you started dating.

And also the best birthday you ever had.

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[shinwoo]

takeout — [suna rintarou]

♤ wc: 485 ♤ a/n: i was told to write for suna so here is suna :3 also it is his bday so happy (belated) bday suna! ALSO ALSO DLKFJWOEIRJDSLF ANON WHO REQUESTED THIS I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE ♤ tw/cw: food, mentions of food, pet names

lounging on the couch, you were scrolling through your feed on instagram. the bedroom door just a little away opened and suna poked his head out before walking out to come sit next to you.

"so..." he said, glancing at you, "please tell me we aren't eating takeout again."

"what's wrong with takeout?" you replied, not even bothering to look up from your phone.

"nothing's wrong with takeout, "suna said, trying to choose his next words carefully, "but i do miss your food, y/n..."

he was so tired of takeout.

"rin, i have never even cooked for you before."

suna sighed, "babe, that was the point. in the months that we've been together, not once have i ever had your food. c'monnn, babyyy, i wanna try your food. y'know what day today is, right?"

you swiped down on your phone, checking the date before answering. "it's tuesday, what about it?"

he blinked, "oh... no reason, was just gonna say it's 'you should cook for me today' day."

you looked up, mid-scroll, raising an eyebrow before rolling your eyes and looking back down at your phone, "cooking takes too much time and effort. it's easier to just eat out instead. i told you this before."

he nodded and you both sat there in silence, you occasionally scrolling while he watched you. after a couple of minutes, suna pat your knee, "hey, i think i'm gonna head out, maybe do some shopping. you wanna come with?"

you shook your head, "no, i'll just stay here. be safe."

"oh... okay... well, do you need anything?"

"nope, thanks though."

"alright."

it was when suna closed the door behind him, and after you checked that he had actually left, that you let out the breath you were holding. quickly, you opened your phone to make some calls and rushed to set up before he would return.

minutes later, the doorbell rang and you opened the door to two familiar faces. "hey! you guys made it!"

"of course we did," one of them said, "wouldn't miss his birthday for the world!"

while the other said, "'tsumu, the cake."

"oh, right, here ya go. 'samu made it 'imself of course."

you grinned, "thanks guys."

some time later, you hear keys jangling as the door is being unlocked. you smile to yourself with anticipation. suna's eyes widened with surprise as he walked in, setting his keys down on the counter before being greeted by old teammates.

"y/n here had this surprise planned for weeks!" atsumu laughed, while osamu added an "i made that cake for you by the way."

"i thought you actually forgot..." he whispered, turning to you, "i'm sorry."

"there's no way i'd forget, rin. i'm sorry to have kept this from you. but happy birthday, my love," you smiled as he took you in for a hug, burying his nose into the crook of your neck.

"...thank you."

tagging: @sunascupid bc i know they aren't active rn and i really want them to see this alksdfjawieorlksdf (but i'm sorry for the tag ;-;) - edit: new blog new blog new blog

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whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 6 of ?)

gif by my queen @michaelgreys, i'm basically her fanblog now but im not mad about it :) i mean just look at him!!1! i almost fainted

a/n: first of all, if you stuck around to this point, tysm for reading!!! this has been one of the most amazing fics ive ever been a part of and it's all thanks to the gorgeous @stxdyblr-2k, who generously took control of the next few parts. her brain is beautiful and we all owe her flowers or something. when i read what she sent me i couldn't bring myself to change much except for some small edits, so pls give her lots of love if you like it!!!! i'm still working on requests as well :)

love, abi xxx

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tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03

prompt: nothing this good can last forever. john doesn't know how to feel, and neither do you.

warnings: nsfw! a teensy bit of smut, angsty as fuck prepare yourselves accordingly, a lil fluff if u squint, yeah this fucked me up

Obviously, it wasn't the last time.

Over the coming months you had many last times; his mouth pressed against your neck said as much. As his responsibility at work increased, you'd find yourself heading to his office after your lectures and night classes more often, perched on his lap, smoking, while he finished up his numbers under your critical gaze.

Thomas was more than aware; his snarky comments made it obvious he had his ways of monitoring your actions. You'd seen the dark car lurking outside your rallies and lectures, and no matter how you'd try to throw him off, not even telling Ada where you were going and even, in a moment of desperation, through your neighbours back window, somehow, his silent shadow was still looming. He was practically begging you to make a mistake, to give everyone an easy out. You just couldn't give him the satisfaction. You knew Tommy saw the world as a chess board, always several moves ahead of his opponent. Even when you played him in chess club all those years ago, you could outflank him if you thought on your feet and kept him thinking he was winning until you obliterated him in the end game. It was brutal, sure. But as he told you, there were bigger games at play. You had your own. Thomas could read your mail, intercept your phone calls and have you followed, but he couldn't hear what you said out of earshot. Your lot could smell an interceptor in your ranks, so spying at that close of a proximity was out of the question.

That's why he'd decided to let you have John. You knew his silent approval and his constant management of the narrative meant he saw a tactical gain. There was only so much information he could get from Ada, but John? He just had to agitate him in the right way and all your secrets would come tumbling out. It was difficult hiding your world from John; of what he knew of, he was supportive, quizzing you over current affairs and political discourse, listening intently. Yet, you had to watch your mouth. You had to keep a barrier up and you knew John sensed the distance. Fundamentally, there was nothing either of you could do.

So here you were, in a comfortable limbo. Your days were filled with work, evenings were for lectures and reading groups at the city's university, Ada and you often stopped for a drink or three; you'd go by your flat to freshen up, and then to John's office. Sometimes, you wouldn't visit for a week or so when the guilt sent you over the edge, it was draining to be living so many lives and knowing you were betraying the person you loved most on earth. Ada was oblivious, taking you on her nightly adventures filled with men, dancing and waiting while she was busy kissing in dark corners. Sometimes a young blinder would ask if you wanted to be walked home. The first occurrence you thought was sweet, but as the nights it occurred coincided with nights John seemed extra pent up, you'd decided to ask. The boy, who couldn't be older than twelve but who you knew was trained in using firearms and had a revolver pinned to his hip and a razor in his cap, looked confused.

"Mate, it's not a tough question. Why do you come and ask?"

"There's a phone call." He shrugs, "Isaiah or Michael tells us to go and get you."

Isaiah and Michael were somewhat aware? Fucking hell. Your fling was basically a military campaign at this point, so many of your friends were complicit. The little lads who ran as messengers around Birmingham were complicit. You had to just end it.

But when you sat on his thigh, his chin hooked over your shoulder, it felt so worth it. He never turned you away when you came crawling back. He never mentioned it until after you were finished, hooked under his arm.

"Fucking missed you, gorgeous."

Sometimes he'd remind you not to be a stranger with a wink, but you could tell it was tearing him apart too. He never once came to you. That's how he could justify it in his mind; obviously, the bare minimum was not having sex with his sister's best friend, but in failing that, waiting for you to initiate it was somewhat better. He barely talked to Ada now, citing work as an excuse, but truly the guilt sickened him. He couldn't believe he was prepared to continuously hurt his little sister and betray her. But every time you turned up at his door, he couldn't find it in himself to turn you away. In his mind, every single time you came to visit him was the last time he'd let it happen, yet he was always waiting for you to come back, his blind closed to signal he was prepared. He never would call, it had to be your choice.

You'd been off and on for over five months now. It was so difficult to hide in plain sight, but you just couldn't stop yourself. Neither of you purposefully meant for this to be happen but fuck, was it fun.

For your birthday he'd gifted you a fur coat from the same shop his sister, aunt and the fashionable crowd of Birmingham had purchased theirs. He joked that you looked like a "proper razor chaser", kissing you when you pouted at his teasing, begging you to wear only the coat when you fucked him next. It was a practice for blinders to buy a coat for their wives and girlfriends as a status symbol. You were neither, but John claimed that being his "favourite lass" also counted.

John was a laugh, but you knew at any time he could close his door to you. Until he decided he couldn't be bothered with you, you weren't going to get caught. You just had to be careful until he got bored.

***

You did end up putting a foot wrong. It was a Thursday night; you were sitting on the edge of John's desk while he was ridding you of your blouse. It was past midnight, Birmingham was asleep. You almost didn't bother coming out tonight, but you knew John had lost a deal and you wanted to be there for him. Your skirt and stockings were strewn across the desk with his shirt, vest and waistcoat, muddled into the files and papers which were once neatly stacked.

His fingers were pumping in and out of you, his mouth lapping at your breast, your head tipped back in euphoria, groaning. The stress made him more affectionate and tender with you, and it was nights like these that made you wonder. Wonder if this could ever be something more, something real.

John's body suddenly pulled away from yours, quickly turning the light off.

"John, what-" You were cut off by John’s hand over your mouth, muffling your words.

"Shut up and get behind the desk." He hissed. "Someone's coming upstairs."

You quickly grabbed your clothes from the shiny oak surface and crouched, hiding yourself from view, quickly making yourself decent. You weren't going to get shot through the head with your tits out. You listened to the stairs creek, and it sounded like a group. You two were easily outnumbered. They were talking, but the thick panels of wood muffled their voices.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, the cracks in the door giving the room a dulled glow, you could make out the figure of John. He was free of his shirt, toned body on display, standing with his back flat to the wall, revolver produced from a discreet notch in the door frame, gaze fixed on where they'd enter. He was tense, ready. The door was unlocked from the outside, the door handle twisting.

John's lip shifted in confusion yet still he kept his trigger finger ready, not a single shake from your general.

The light flicked on and a shriek rang out. It was blinding, and you stood up slightly dazed. Finn was in the doorway, John next to him clutching his chest, panting and lowering the gun.

"Jesus Christ, Finn, can't you knock like a normal person? Scared the shit out of us." John bellowed, shaking as the adrenaline coursed through his body, resting his hands on the edge of the desk as he regained his breath.

"You're the one who pointed a gun at me! I didn't even know you were in 'ere!" Finn yelped.

The commotion had attracted the attention of Ada and Isaiah, who had come running and stopped in their tracks upon seeing you standing behind John's desk in the middle of the night. They weren't stupid. John was topless, your clothes obviously rumpled, both with matching tousled hair and practically stinking of guilt. You'd been caught red handed. Ada's eyes flicked between both you and John, and you could practically see the pieces of the puzzle clicking together in her mind, all the moments she found questionable since you'd returned suddenly making sense, realising she had been deceived by the two people who she was meant to trust most in life. Finn looked absolutely crushed, he'd never been able to conceal his emotions as well as his older brothers and sister, linking his fingers through Ada's, squeezing her hand.

"I forgot to drop this off earlier." Finn stated, holding up a money box, "Ada had keys so we thought we'd sneak in so I wouldn't get done by Tommy. We did call round yours, Y/N. We thought you were in bed."

"I'm sorry." You said. It was not enough but you just didn't know what else to say. You couldn't make it right, you'd really fucked up this time. Tears pricked at your eyes, as Ada examined you in silence.

John stepped in front of you defensively. "Look, Ada-"

"How long has this been going on?" She asked, her voice shaking with rage. You and John exchanged a glance. "I said, how fucking long?"

"Five months, six in a fortnight." He answered.

Isaiah whistled lowly. "That's fucked. I thought it was only a few times, that it'd finished."

"Never really over when it's John is it." Finn interjects, you glance to him, were you just one in a long string? You shouldn't be surprised but it was easy to pretend he may actually care about you.

"You've been fucking around for six months behind my back?" Ada yelped, Finn trying to comfort her but she pulled away from him. "And you fucking knew Iz."

"I'd expect this from you, yeah? Wouldn't put anything past you these days.." she sneered at John, "But you? You?! You're meant to be my best mate, but here you are sneaking about fucking my brother?"

"Ada-" you began, eyes welling with tears.

"I thought I could trust you. You're just another fucking razor chaser, aren't you?" She spits. "That's why you came back."

"No it wasn't, Ada-"

Her eyes flashed with anger, but this time John was on the receiving end. "You bought her that fucking coat ,didn't you? The fur one. You did! Fuck's sake!" Her fists were clenched, shoulders squared. For the first time in your life, you understood why crowds parted for Ada Shelby. Understood all the free drinks and cab rides, the nervous serving staff declaring your meal on the house (always acknowledged by Ada with a hefty tip), understood why the men of Birmingham didn't last long with her.

"Did it feel good to swan about town in that fucking coat, while acting as though you cared about me? It's so fucking embarrassing. All trussed up because my knobhead big brother makes you feel special? Thanks for rubbing it in my face."

"Ada, I love you. I never meant to hurt you, I got caught up and that's on me. It's my fault."

"You're not acting like you love me. This isn’t what love is, Y/N." She retorted.

You couldn’t do anything but nod. She was right.

John opened his mouth to speak, Ada silencing him, a scowl darkening her features.

"I don't care what you have to say. Any of you. Who else knows?"

"Thomas, Michael, Arthur-" John listed off slowly, each name prompting Ada to break down a little bit more in front of you.

"I didn't know Arthur knew." You said pointedly, John sending you an exasperated glance. He was planning on dealing with that later, but right now was about his sister. Fuck him if he thought you were going to stick around much longer. You didn't want to hear him justify everyone else knowing about your fling with your best friend being left completely in the dark.

"That all you have to say for yourself?" Ada snaps at you.

"I have fucking no defense, do I Ada? I should've walked away." You pushed your hair back, frustrated at yourself, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You begged yourself not to cry. Tears wouldn't help anything.

"Why didn't you?"

You didn't know. Your silence only riled her up.

"Why didn't you fucking walk away?" Ada yelled, slamming her hands on the desk.

You felt hot tears run down your face, quickly moving your hands to dab at your tears.

"Don't you dare fucking cry. After all you've done, you don't get to cry in front of me." Ada growled at you, John going to shush her, obviously wanting to comfort you. "You can all fuck off. You've all lied to me and gone behind my back. Fuck’s sake, you could've just told me. You could've just told me."

"We didn't want to hurt you." John said, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder but she flinches away.

"This hurts so much more. You get that you all lying to me is so much worse, don't you?"

"We weren't thinking."

"You really fucking weren't." Ada laughs bitterly, shaking her head, blinking away tears. "Fuck you lot."

She stormed out, tailed by Finn, begging her to slow down and talk to him, protesting his innocence in the situation. Isaiah hesitated in the doorway, his eyes flickering between you and John.

"I had no idea you two've been at it for so long."

"Iz, fuck off yeah? I've had enough today." John shot back, sliding across the desk towards you. "You alright, lass?"

"We're done here, John."

He slid off the table, his hand cupping your face, "Hey, gorgeous, I get it but don't go breaking my heart tonight. Can we just leave this for tomorrow? Sleep on it."

The idea of getting any sleep at all tonight was laughable, you'd be up all night replaying these moments and torturing yourself. Tonight couldn't get any worse so you had to finally end it. Now was the right time.

"John, it should've never happened."

"But it did."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's over."

"Y/N. You know for me it was never just about-"

"You're making it difficult. Stop making it difficult. Whatever you say isn't going to change that right now we have to do the right thing."

"I know you're right, but I don't want to let go. Is it so wrong to want you? I adore you, you know that."

You wouldn't meet his eyes. Sighing, John pressed his forehead to the side of your head, chin brushing your shoulder, eyes closing. He was begging you to stay with him. There had to be a solution, you'd figure it out together. His voice was cracking, eyes glassy. He looked so much younger when he was pleading. The tall bloke who terrorised the Midlands with his razor rimmed cap, a revolver in his hand, and a ruthless trigger finger had vanished. You wanted to stay, burning to curl up with him and for him to kiss it better.

"I should go." You told him. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a shaky sigh before pulling away, nodding.

"I'd drive you home but obviously-"

"Obviously."

John suddenly turned from you, eyes narrowing at Isaiah who was still hovering at the door. "Thought I told you to fuck off. Make yourself useful and get Y/N home safely." His tone was ice cold once again.

Isaiah nodded, offering his arm to you. You reached the door and instinctively looked back at John. His eyes met yours, staring at you from his desk, just as you knew he would. He prepared himself to watch you leave every night, but this time was different. That was it with you two.

Isaiah strode down the street with you in silence. You were tucked into his side as was customary with the upcoming blinders who were particularly ambitious, but there was no relaxed chat.

"Isaiah. What’re you thinking?" You asked, voice tinged with nervousness.

He sighed, running his free hand across his jaw, "That was intense in there."

"Just how he is." You shrugged.

"Does he love you or sommet?"

"Fuck knows… does it matter?"

"Of course it does. Do you love him?"

"Drop it. None of that matters, it shouldn't have happened in the first place so it can’t," You snapped, the anger at the situation you'd created suddenly overwhelming.

Isaiah whistled, raising his brow at your obvious turmoil. "You're in fucking deeper than you want to admit."

He walked you up your path, watching you turn the key to the side door leading to your bedsit. You paused, turning to him.

"Iz… I don't know what to do next."

It was so dark, you could see his face only by the lit cigarette burning to embers between his fingers. He inhaled deeply, pausing before delivering his carefully laid out plan of avoidance. Obviously the event of him crossing the Shelbys and losing their good graces weighed heavily on his mind. You nodded, listening intently, noting his ideas of relocation but he explained they were a final resort. The best thing to do was try to regain their trust; in the long run, he had calculated, it was the only option that didn't result in your life being haunted by the Shelbys. Even if they left you alone, their enemies would make a point to go after you, seeing you as an easy target. The other option was to leave the country.

"Good luck, Y/N. I mean it." He muttered as you turned the handle to the temporary safety of your home. You nodded, offering you cheek for the polite good night kiss you'd become accustomed to. He rolled his eyes and obliged, pressing an affectionate kiss to your cheek and ruffling your hair. "I'm serious. Watch your back."

***

John broke down when he finally heard the lock click shut. His eyes had been prickling with boiling tears, his jaw tensed to hold them back. He yelled out in anger, flipping his desk with force, a loud crash as the wood splintered against the stone flooring, glass shattering from the photo frames. His hands went to his head, unable to stop the gasping breaths escaping from his trembling lips, his face reddening.

"Fuck’s sake." He growled. He'd fucked everything up. He had nothing, just as he'd told you the first night you returned. The consequence was no surprise, he'd anticipated the fall out for a while, but he couldn't resist you. He was completely guilty and had no defense; his only justification being that you made him think with his cock, not his brain.

Fuck’s sake. Polly was going to murder him. She'd always had a soft spot for Ada, as the only girl in the family, and was no stranger to lecturing him over his flirtatious behaviour around Ada's friends. She'd murder him. He had a half mind to never go home. He rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles. Polly had no use for tears. That's what she'd tell him when he was a boy coming home with a skinned knee. This was far worse.

He was also sure that he was a worse brother than Tommy, perhaps the worst in the world. His baby sister, who he'd helped to toddle, carry proudly on his shoulders after school and race with her on his back through the fields on the outskirts of Small Heath, had walked in on him obviously in the midst of fucking her best mate. If he had swallowed his pride and actually talked to her, he wouldn't be in this mess. He could've told her that things changed, that for the same reasons Ada loved Y/N he had fallen for her, that he was truly sorry but she had to know before it got too far and someone got hurt. He couldn't go back.

He should've never approached you that night.

He should never approach you again.

He looked over the mess of his office, the splintered wood and shards of glass, a confetti of paperwork. Now nothing mattered. None of this mattered. He'd lost everything and he had only himself to blame.