#every time I think nah I’m not bi something like this happens

[formulapookie]

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blowjob brothers bez/edo, 3.6k words (smut)

He doesn’t even know how many drinks he’s had, but who cares? 

Everyone’s so far gone no one will judge him for being wasted at this party.

There's music so loud he’s glad they rented a house far from pretty much everything else, because if they ever did this in one of their homes they’d already have been sued and reported to the police for disturbance.

Bez has thrown himself in the pool like four times already, Edo downed something like ten shots in a competition with the other DJ, and he had taken picture of every fucking thing which happened during the party.

“Aleeeeee” Bez calls for him, laughing like an idiot, wet from the pool he just came out of.

“Ale Ale bro”  “Yeah?” “Imma - Imma get Edo jealous y’know?” “Why? He’s not doing anything” “Exactly! Should be doing me” “Bez you two have sex every moment of the day, it’s not a tragedy this one eh” “It is because I want him to -” “Yeah no I’m not listening” “Oh come on as if you didn’t enjoy when you joined us”

And Ale has to stop talking for a sec because yeah, he can’t deny he enjoyed it more than just a little.

And it’s not new for the two of them to be close and affectionate, but right now Bez is basically wrapping himself sorta koala-style on him, and Edo is watching.

As is staring a hole through him smelling like jealousy and possessiveness.

Because yeah, the three of them did have sex together a few times, but it was something coming from all of them and certainly Bez didn’t act like this, ignoring his boyfriend and latching only onto Ale.

And Edo tends to be somewhat territorial when it comes to Bez, because it’s not a secret more than just one guy or girl wants to spend their night with him, and even if he’s ok with threesomes he also wants to have his boyfriend for himself.

“Bez come on Edo is staring, you gotta get away” “Nah” “Bez. I don’t want to die because you’re horny” “Edo is not gonna do anything”

Meanwhile Edo is very much doing something, which is rapidly ditching the convo he’s stuck in to come get his boyfriend who’s decided that apparently Ale is the entertainment for the night instead of him.

“May I have my boyfriend back or do you think you want to keep him?” “I told him to go to you! He’s - he’s just not listening” “Go back to your conversation with that guy Edo, keep ignoring me” “Bez it’s a guy from RR, we gotta talk about the merch” “Ah ha, yeah go back there keep ignoring your boyfriend” “Bez.”

He doesn’t answer, just keeps ignoring Edo and hugging Ale, who honestly has had enough of these two since they met half a year ago.

Knowing that before Edo Bez hadn't even fully realized he was bi is crazy to think.

Even because he had the most obvious crush on Pecco since they were teens.

He remembers when Bez finally got his sexuality and had come to him in a rush.

“Ale Ale Ale I gotta tell you something”

He was dragged away from the conversation he wa having into an alley of the paddock

“Ok calm down Bez you seem crazy” “Yeah I - do you know Edo? ok the DJ?” “Yes Bez I know him he’s my friend”

Bez took a deep breath and looked around

“Ok. He’s - he’s bisexual right?” “Yeah, why?” “I - fuck I think - I think I like him”

Oh. So all it took for Bez to get it was a morally dubious Dj and tattooer.

“You finally realized you like dick?” “I - HOW COULD I HAVE KNOWN I NEVER LIKED ANY GUY” “Pecco.” “What does Pecco has to do with anything” “Bez you had a crush on him since forever” “No I didn’t!”

Ale had looked at him as if he was the dumbest person in the universe, which in that moment he probably was.

“Bez. Bro. You looked at him in a way you didn’t even look at Anne Hathaway” “I did not” “Yeah” “But that’s not the point Ale, the point is I like Edo I think I like want to ask him out”  “Ask him then” “And if he doesn’t like me? If he rejects me? If he already has someone?”

Bez was gonna get him bald by his thirties.

“He likes you, he won’t reject you and he’s single now” “Are you sure Ale?”

He let out a huff and tried to get back to his unfinished conversation, reassuring Bez with a nod.

“yes Bez trust me, go for it”

And oh God had he gone for it.

That night at the party Bez was constantly talking to Edo, following him around and trying to steal all his attention for himself.

Finally Edo had put a stop to the almost embarrassing flirting act from Bez and had kissed him, Ale never asked what or where the two did or went afterwards.

“Bez come on let me go Edo is here”

Bez listens, for once, and turns around, looking Edo up and down, a half pout on his face.

Edo is not better, sunglasses resting on top of his head and a cap with the number 72 hung on his belt loop, looking at Bez the exact same way.

“Does your friend still want all your attention or can I steal you back?” “Bez I swear it looks like I never stay with you” “Stay with me just a bit more” “Bez it’s work I-” “I can suck you off in the kitchen if you stay”

And Edo is just a man, and if his boyfriend is offering him head in a not so private area of the house they’re hosting a party in as a corruption method he just can’t refuse.

Edo bites his lip before grabbing Bez by the shirt and pulling him in for a kiss, hands everywhere and tongues messily overused in the kiss, Ale finally freed from the situation snaps a picture, uploading it onto his private account

“Mi fate battere forte il cuore”

Their friends all know, mostly because it’s disgustingly inevitable not to walk in on them making out or having a quickie somewhere.

Poor Cele had found them jerking each other off in the VR46 Garage one night post race, and it took him more than just a few days to forget it.

“You want to go inside?” “Please” “You really want to suck my dick eh?”

Bez just smiles at it, palming Edo through his jeans and pressing a kiss on his collarbone.

They go inside, and as soon as they’re in the kitchen they’re all over each other in a split second, Bez tugging at Edo’s pants hinting at him to remove them.

“Come onnn get them off” “You were all shy not even six months ago and now look at you” “Stop making fun of me” “But it’s true Marco, had to teach you how to suck me off properly and now you just seem to have been doing this forever”

Bez rolls his eyes and finally unzips his boyfriend’s pants, pooling them at his ankles and getting on his knees.

“Good boy”

The rider has to restrain a moan after getting called that, biting his lip and tugging down Edo’s boxers too, stroking his dick as soon as it’s freed from them.

Edo loves getting his hands in Bez’s hair, they’re so soft and curly and he can manhandle the boy however he wants.

He angles him so that he’s looking a bit to the ceiling, then guides his head towards his dick, making him swallow it almost entirely.

“Ah fuck Marco I love this”

if this is referring to the blowjob, the relationship or the fact they’re currently in public Bez doesn’t know, but it’s a good thing Edo loves it.

Bez starts bobbing his head while Edo’s hands stay in his hair, tugging occasionally when Bez swallows a bit more than usual, gagging around his dick, a few drops of saliva coming out his mouth.

“So pretty Marco so pretty, imagine if someone came in and found you kneeling for me”

Edo smiles again, his free hand going to grip at the counter to stabilize himself, Bez might not be an expert in giving head but he’s a quick learner for sure and his eagerness makes up for the lack of experience.

The gagging sound quickly becomes the only thing the two of them can hear, music from outside long forgotten and archived as background noise, the only other thing Bez can get himself to listen to are Edo’s increasingly louder moans as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

“Can I fuck you? After this?”

Bez nods, for how much he can while sucking his dick, and swallows even more of the length, feeling Edo tightening the grip on his hair.

“Thought so, you’re hard just by sucking me off”

Bez moans at that, he’s been trying to not touch himself while giving his boyfriend head but it’s complicated, he needs to get off as well, and can’t exactly wait too much before doing it, so he imposes himself to make Edo finish as quick as possible so he can get fucked properly.

“Mh fuck careful with teeth Marco, there’s no rush”

Bez looks up at him, need and lust written all over his face, and Edo notices, smiling at him once again.

“Oh you are in a rush then? Want me to fuck you now?”

Bez quickens his movements, steadying himself with his hands wrapped around each of Edo’s thighs, never breaking eye contact with him.

He can feel Edo is close, and he needs so much for this to be over so he can drag him to the first available bedroom in the house and get railed.

“Marco ‘m close fuck you’re good at this”

he sucks harder than before, ripping out a deeper moan from Edo, and lets him cum down his throat.

He stays there for a few seconds before letting go of his dick, looking up at him and getting back up from the floor, kissing him once again.

Edo puts back on his briefs and jeans, without breaking away from the kiss.

“You always come so quick when I suck you off in public places, like when we went to the event in Bali, you like the risk of getting caught”

“You enjoy it too, don't act so innocent, mh? Now, do you want to find a bedroom or-”

Bez grabs him by the hand and drags him upstairs, they’re both laughing a bit, they feel like teenagers sneaking off at a party, which, yeah they’re doing, but somehow it feels hilarious.

“This one”

The room is not bad, a queen sized bed next to a window and some furniture, but it’s not like they’re admiring the drawers and closets right now, and Edo makes quick work of getting Bez on the bed with his back against the mattress and his legs wrapped around him.

He’s caging Bez’s head between his hands, smiling down at him as he licks his lips, and then he rolls his hips to get some friction out of the situation, making them both moan, Edo can feel himself starting to get hard again.

“Kiss me”

Bez basically has stars in his eyes everytime they are this close, and Edo absolutely loves it, he’s so beautiful when he’s like this.

He lowers himself so he can kiss his boyfriend, and one of his hands goes to unzip his pants, Bez lifts his hips and he tugs the pants down, cupping him through the boxers.

At it Bez moans once again, he’s painfully hard and needs his boyfriend inside him like right now.

Edo moves and starts kissing at his neck, eventually leaving a dark hickey on its side, then biting at it lightly.

He knows Bez is a slut for this, and one second later he’s moaning and whining under him, bucking his hips and getting a bit of pleasure from Edo’s hand cupping him.

He sounds so good right now, small whimpers leaving his mouth at the sensation of Edo’s lips on his neck.

“Come on Edo please, fuck me” “I need to prep you, can’t go like this”

Bez says something under his breath, and the older stops kissing him to listen better

“What? I didn’t hear you” “I said I already did it myself I’m ready”

Edo breaks away for a second from his neck to look at him, he truly is amazing.

“Fuck ok I love you”

He goes back to kissing and marking his neck, the wet spot on the front of Bez’s boxers growing larger and larger, it’s amazing how just a few kisses can get him like this, pliant and absolutely hooked up on need.

A few minutes later he gets rid of his boxers as well, undressing himself completely, and Bez admires him biting his lip.

But when he goes to take off his shirt Edo stops him, grabbing him by the wrist.

“What?” “Keep it on you’re hot like that, and it’s mine, I want to fuck you with that on” “Ok but just please do something” “Oh of course, I wouldn't want my little prince to get sad now would I?”

He’s fully hard again now, and Bez is so fucking hot he fears he could cum as soon as he pushes his dick inside him.

He kisses Bez again, cupping his face with one hand and using the other to help himself push inside Bez’s hole, swallowing the moan coming from him.

“You good? Can I move now?” “Yes yes yes you can”

Edo pushes inside all the way, hips touching for a second before he starts thrusting and fucking Bez with a fast pace, still kissing him to quieten the moans down.

Bez gets his arms around Edo, digging his nails in his back, continuously moaning in his mouth.

“More Edo more please”

The first few times they had sex Bez had tried to restrain himself a bit, not to seem too eager or needy.

He had tried to not make it obvious he liked to be praised a lot, that he liked when he got his hair pulled or his neck kissed, that he wanted Edo to shut him up with a kiss when he got too loud or that he liked being spoiled and leaving the work to the others.

He gave up the act the one time Edo had kissed his neck a bit too much and Bez had come from a handjob and that, embarrassingly quickly, but Edo had just found that hot.

And he had learnt that by “more” Bez means “deeper and harsher” as in fuck me deeper and pull my hair and leave hickeys all over my body.

And that’s exactly what he wants to do now.

Starting with the hickeys, his neck is already pretty full, but a few retouches won’t hurt anyone.

So he just sucks a few more marks on his neck, making him whimper as he thrusts deeper into him, then he debates whether or not to take off Bez’s shirt to get to work on his nipples.

The answer is yes, if the neck gets him like that nipples get him worse

“Pretty, so so pretty for me Marco” “Fuck” “Arms up, good”

He takes off Bez’s shirt with no problems, noticing the chill on his skin once it gets removed.

Edo goes to bite and suck at his right nipple, teasing him about how fucked out he already looks, the pace still the same.

It’s barely a matter of seconds before Bez’s hand is in his boyfriend's hair tugging at them because it already feels like too much.

“Edo please stop teasing” “Ah but you look and sound so pretty when I do”

 AS if it was a spell Bez moans again, louder, and moves his hand to touch himself, but Edo is quicker and pins it on the mattress, letting go of his nipple.

“Don’t touch” “No come on please” “You tried to get me jealous before, that's not something I should reward you for now is it?” “Please”

“Next time you’ll learn not to piss me off mh? Should thank me I’m fucking you at all after what you pulled out there”

Bez groans and tries to buck his hips up to get some friction, but that only causes Edo to stop thrusting into him, and fuck no that’s worse.

“You stay put and I fuck you until you cum ok?” “Fuck you” “That’s not an answer” “Ok I will” “Good”

Edo smiles, leaving a soft pec on his lips before resuming the pace, going a bit deeper this time, Bez clenching around him.

It’s a mess of moans and heat and lust, none of the two wants this to be over.

When Edo gets his mouth on Bez’s pierced nipple it’s game over for the younger.

He already is hypersensitive there, but with the tattoo and the piercing it’s all multiplied, he probably could come just by Edo playing with him like that.

“You get so tight when I tease you here it’s crazy” “you - fuck - more please” “More? You sure you can handle it?” “I’m not made of glass” “As you wish”

He picks up the pace once again, feeling Bez getting closer and moaning louder, like he’s in fucking heat, and it makes his mind explode.

Bez is too perfect for his own good, he’s caught god knows how many people staring at him, commenting on him, his body, his godforsaken hands.

He has got those long slim fingers he absolutely loves, the small tattoo of a “12” on his ring finger.

All the other tattoos on his arms and the ones Edo did himself.

It was hot tattooing him, he wasn’t the first nor the last to get hard while getting a tattoo, but he was for sure the hottest.

Bez feels like he’s about to die, he needs to touch himself, needs to get his release, needs Edo to kiss him and make him cry from how good this is.

With a deeper thrusts Edo finally cums inside him, moaning in Bez’s ear and teasing his dick with his free hand.

“Please please let me cum Edo please” “Promise not to get me jealous anymore” “Yeah fuck I promise I swear just let me cum” “Just because you’re pretty”

All it takes is a few strokes to his dick and Bez is moaning again and painting his abs and chest white, shaking under Edo and reaching out for him to kiss him.

Their lips meet and it’s sweet now, even with the smell of sex in the room.

Edo pulls out and rolls on the bed to be next to Bez, hiding his face in the crook of his neck.

“Can’t believe I get to have you Marco, you’re so perfect” “Stop” “No you’re cute when you blush like this”

They both laugh, Bez feels once again like a teenager with his first love.

And it kinda is like that, Edo is the first guy he’s ever done something with, the one who actually made him realize he liked guys too, so it kinda is like a teenager discovering love.

Bez’s phone starts ringing, ad he ignores it, who the fuck is calling at 3am on a Saturday?

But it rings again, then Edo’s as well. This must be important.

Bez picks up the phone and he hears his PR manager shouting, he’s too tired to properly understand, just the words “photos” and “public” make it to his brain.

“Ari slow down I don’t understand anything lower your voice” “Bezzecchi I fucking swear I’m gonna KILL YOU if you don’t get your ass here in one hour! Your friend posted a picture of you and your boyfriend making out AND IT GOT PUBLIC. If I get fired because you can’t keep it in your pants I’m gonna cut it off you get me?”

He sits up on the bed, swearing and feeling dizzy.

“Ale posted the picture on the wrong account Marco”

“Yeah I fucking know! They called me and told me I gotta go to the head quarters fucking hell people saw it Edo people saw it and it’s going around”

They climb down the stairs, got dressed in a rush, clothes half creased and still smelling like sex.

“Guys guys I’m sorry I thought it was the private profile I swear sorry I didn't mean to” “No it’s - it’s ok they’re already beginning to handle it but I gotta go” “I’m gonna kill myself” “You don’t do that, thank you very much” “I stay here, you go”

Bez looks at both of them, then fixes his gaze on Edo.

“No, come with me” “Marco” “Please, if they tell me - I don’t know what they’ll tell me, I need someone with me” “Are you sure?” “Yes. Yes I want you there” “Maybe it’s better I don’t come, you can say I kissed you but you don’t like guys and -”

“Edo I don’t give a fuck if people call me slurs after seeing that picture, they already tell me all kind of shit, I won’t get depressed if they know I like guys”

He’s debating internally, of course he wants to be close to his boyfriend, but he’s scared for his future as a rider if this becomes a public relationship.

“Please don’t leave me alone”

They look into each other's eyes and Edo nods, following him to the car and climbing in the passenger seat.

“I’m sorry” “Don’t be sorry Edo we didn’t do anything wrong”

And he knows, he knows they didn’t but Bez is not just a someone, he’s an athlete, public figure, and everyone knows it’s really fucking difficult to be public with your sexuality in a sport, especially sports like these.

But Bez is Bez, they’ll find a solution, this is not the end of the world, they’ll play it off as a stupid dare or something similar, they’ll get the pic off Instagram in a few days and it’ll be ok.

He knows it’ll be when he looks over to Bez and he looks back at him for a moment before getting his eyes back on the road, moving a hand to rest on his thigh, not sexual, just reassuring.

Yeah it’s gonna be ok for them.

[theharddeck]

oh so was no one gonna tell me about the side effects of getting sized for a bra at a boutique lingerie store by a 5’4” girl in docs, with a mullet?? that I was gonna have to live with the ramifications of hearing her say lace looks good on me, that eggplant color really suits my skin tone, and which bra has a really really good fit, and makes my boobs look great??? and we both just had to stand there and pretend I wasn’t blushing or preening the whole freaking time??

[thefanficmonster]

Power Couple

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing 

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Summary: Sean, Felix, Dave, and Joel welcome Corpse’s girlfriend to a game of Party Animals. It’s her first time playing and she has to deal with a lot more than just the controls and objectives - her boyfriend being a cute, cuddly sweetheart with ulterior motives to his clinginess.

Requested by @susceptible-but-siriusexual. Thank you so much for your request! Hope I captured what you wanted and how you wanted. Feel free to send any other requests you may have XOXO

It’s been one hell of a day. Had to correct twice as many documents as I was originally supposed to at work; found my car with a flat tire in the parking lot as I was about to go home; argued with my boss over the phone while stuck in a traffic jam. It’s been a rough twelve hours, but it has led me here and that’s what I’d rather think about.

By ‘here’ I mean I’m sitting on the couch in Corpse’s recording room, my computer in my lap, my screen displaying the screen to the game Party Animals. The suggestion was Corpse’s. He immediately picked up on my below par mood and wasted no time finding a solution to bright up the remainder of the day, shadowing the shitty portion of it. I am not what you would call a gamer. Sure I’ve played Among Us with Corpse and his friends a few times. Even that I struggle to do because I’m internally fangirling over all the people in the lobby. Yeah, dating a youtuber doesn’t mean you automatically stop gushing over the many content creators on the platform you’ve been watching for quite some time now. Corpse knows how nervous I get so he’s always near me when we play with Sean, Felix and the other. All he has to do is give me that encouraging smile and wink of his and I’m good to go. Side note: massive props to him for going easy on me in Among Us, getting teasingly called ‘simp’ by his friends in the process.

“You’ll love it.“ He promised me over and over again as the game was downloading on my computer.

“I don’t doubt that, Corpse. But I am going in completely blind and I seriously don’t wanna embarrass myself.“ I mumble a quick ‘nor you‘ under my breath, hoping he doesn’t catch it because I’m in for a pep talk if he does. 

To my dismay, he does, “Listen here, you couldn’t embarrass me even if you actively tried to do something outrageous. Most likely scenario, I’d join you in the act.” He ducks in front of the couch so we’re at eye level, his hand coming up to cup my cheek in the sweetest, most comforting gesture ever. “We’ll show em who’s the boss at stealing candy.”

I can’t help but laugh, feeling unable to express just how much this man means to me. Words can’t do the feeling justice.

“Y/N!“

“Y/N!!“

“Corpse Wife has arrived!“

Hearing all the greetings lights a flame in my chest, the warmth spreading all the way to my neck and cheeks. “Hi guys! Missed playing with you!”

“We missed you too!“ Dave, the only one of the gaming gang I’ve actually met in person, replies to me, his words along with all the others’ wrapping around me like a comfort blanket. Despite them knowing I’m a fan of theirs, they’ve always made me feel welcomed, comfortable, nothing less than them.

“You know anything about this game?“ Felix asks me.

I shake my head, almost forgetting he can’t see me, “Corpse told me it’s funny and cute. It sounds like the perfect game for me.” 

“Oh no, this is a game of survival. Survival of the fittest!“ Sean shouts excitedly, a bang following his shout I can only assume was him hitting his desk.

“I’d like to think I’m pretty fit.“ I shrug my shoulders, laughing along with the guys.

“This is the only way to find out if you actually are.“ Joel’s voice comes through my headphones in the form of a tease.

Sean mumbles quietly to himself as he’s deciding how to separate us in two teams. “Guys, a little help here. We all suck at this game, it doesn’t really matter who’s in which team.”

“Actually...“ Felix trails off, “Corpse and Y/N are the ultimate power couple in Among Us. Chances are they will be in this as well. So, the only logical move would be to...“

“I’m taking Y/N, you take Corpse.“ Sean declares. “Joel, Dave, who do you guys wanna be with?“

And the game starts. Sean, Joel and I are the Meowfia while Corpse, Felix and Dave are yet to choose a team name. We throw around snarky, cocky comments at each other, taunting the opposite team as we struggle to take the candy to our respective sides of the map.

“Don’t you dare pull that lever, Dave!“ I launch at Dave, knocking his cute avatar away from the lever, buying Joel and Sean some time to steal back the gummy bear Corpse and Felix took from us.

“Y/N! Joel is out! Help me!“ Sean is freaking out now. I ditch Dave’s unconscious body and run to Sean’s aid. 

As I’m helping him push it towards out area a member from the opposite team latches onto my avatar, weighing me down and hindering me from doing anything.

“Hug!“ Corpse laughs as he has literally turned into a koala, holding onto my avatar.

“Corpse, you know you are actually supposed to hinder Y/N, not hug her. It’s cute though, don’t get me wrong.“ Felix laughs as him and Sean continue to struggle over the gummy bear.

“Nah, his tactic’s great. I can’t do shit.“ I desperately try and shake him off, “Babe, this is unfair. I can’t even be mad at you!“ I whine, staring to panic now that Dave is back to life and Joel is nowhere to be seen.

The round is won by Felix, Dave and Corpse who, if I might add, didn’t let go of me for the rest of the game.

We switch maps, now every man for himself. We’re on the submarine, recreating the Hunger Games with cute fuzzy animals. The thought passes through my mind, causing me to giggle.

“Y/N, you sound exactly like I’d imagine your avatar to sound. You’re so cute.“ Sean’s avatar circles mine a few times as he laughs.

He’s not wrong, my pale blue puppy is indeed cute. Apparently immortal as well.

“How is Y/N still alive?! Holy shit, her and Corpse really are a power couple.“ Dave shrieks when he sees me pick up the freeze gun. “NOOO!“ He shouts, devastated by the fact I shot him, sending him straight to his death.

“Chill, Dave. It’s all cool. Nothing personal.“ I struggle to hide my laughter, “No hard feelings, right?“

“Of course not, love.“ I can tell he grits the sentence through clenched teeth.

“Aw Dave, you are such an ice guy.“ I giggle, now shooting Joel with the gun.

“Someone take that gun from her!“ Sean cries as him and Felix race up the submarine.

Suddenly, the avatar of my boyfriend again wraps itself around mine. I hadn’t seen him in a while, considering Sean knocked him into the ocean earlier in the round. 

“How are you still alive?!“ I try to spin my puppy to get him to let go but he holds on tightly. “Babe, I swear, you are cute and I love you, but this is ridiculous. How and why are you alive?”

“That’s his superpower! He never fucking dies.“ Felix laughs, letting out a yelp when he briefly slips while climbing.

“Immortals!!! Immortals!!!“ Sean breaks out into a song, a song I really like, breaking the restraints I had on my laughter.

“Drop the gun or we’re dying together.“ He says almost seriously. Even though I can only see the back of his head I know he’s grinning.

“A Titanic/Romeo and Juliet mashup? Why not? I can live with dying a double historical death.“ Even though I appear accepting of his offer, I’m still trying to set myself free.

In the end, Sean claims his first win of the game and the rest of us are dead at the bottom of the ocean. Corpse and I did indeed die a Romeo and Juliet/Titanic death, getting everyone in their feels. We make a deal to get together and play again as soon as possible and we all go our separate ways, exiting the Discord call.

*Later that night* 

After a dinner consisting of takeout and two thirds of a shitty romantic comedies, Corpse shifts from next to me, starting to get up from the couch. I am surprised to feel jolted out of a half sleep as the room is now completely silent, the TV being turned off.

“Hey where’re you going?“ I ask groggily, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

“I have some editing to do. Don’t worry, I won’t stay up too late.“ He kisses my forehead before grabbing his phone from the coffee table.

Just as he’s about to walk away, I wrap my arms around his legs. He laughs, catching onto what I’m insinuating. His chuckle brings a smile to my face and butterflies in my belly. No matter how long we date for or how much time we spend together, some things never change. 

“Payback, huh?“ He asks, the smile audible in the question. I keep my eyes shut but nod, my arms still around his legs. “Alright, you koala. You’re coming with me.”

In his recording room, he settles in his chair placing me in his lap in a way that my legs dangling off to the side, my side leaning against his chest, my face hidden in the crook of his neck. We’re both comfortable, content and relaxed.

I don’t know when exactly it happens, but all my mind has registered is a quiet ‘I love you’ and the soft touch of Corpse’s lips on my temple. I manage to reply with an ‘I love you too’ before my sleepiness consumes me, my body completely relaxing against his, the warmth of his body, his scent, the sound of his breathing making me feel safe and loved: the two feelings I want him to feel with the same intensity when I’m in his arms.

Something tells me he does.

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[izlaria]

Garrison Headcanon: Why Lance hates Keith

Lance is fourteen when he first arrives at the Garrison. He is still on the shorter side, with full cheeks that his abuelas insist on pinching every time they visit. His skin has grown darker from summer days spent at the beach, his hair is freshly cut and his uniform is in pristine condition. He's putting his best foot forward, because flying is all he has wanted to do since he was ten and first learned about space travel. Nothing is going to stop him from achieving his dreams.

Nothing, except a bunch of white, spoiled rich kids who think themselves better than him just because they had private lessons even before the term started.

There aren't many of those. Most of the freshmen are bright-eyed and friendly, trying to cram a few dozen introductions into the few minutes they have before Orientation. Lance can see a group of brown kids, some who look Latin, some who look Asian, talking among themselves and they are all smiling.

The voices that stand out the most, however, come from the kids in the far-right, who have already claimed a bunch of seats with backpacks and pencil cases. Like they all knew one another, were already part of the same exclusive little club. They speak loudly about the simulations they had already ran, how first-year piloting would be a breeze.

It makes Lance clench his teeth.

He has never been inside a simulator, much less a space craft. The videos he has watched give him an idea of the controls, but his parents hadn't had the money to spare on preparatory courses and Lance himself had refused, saying that he could learn just as quickly from the theoretical books and tutorials. He could catch up on practice.

Looking at his classmates now, Lance wonders if he's made a mistake. Maybe he should have accepted Veronica's offer to pay for his classes. The way some of these kids spoke, it was like they'd been flying for years already.

Lance's stomach turns with this thought, mixing with the already active nerves that came from being in a completely new environment.

He analyses all this as he makes his way into the classroom, gravitating towards the middle rows. It's a good vantage point: close enough to the board that teachers won't immediately label him a troublemaker and adjacent to pretty much all the cliques that are already forming. Lance doesn't mind. He's good at making friends.

One of the brown kids turns as he approaches. The dude is large, with a friendly face that is stretched in laughter. Their gazes meet on accident, but Lance finds himself grinning back.

"Hey there!" Lance thrusts a hand in the other's direction. "Aren't you a hunk of a man?" he says it playfully, exaggerating a wink to make sure no one will take him too seriously.

The group of kids laugh, the boy in question most of all.

"You're not actually wrong," he responds sheepishly, shaking Lance's hand. "My name is Hunk."

"You're kidding!" It's the type of coincidence that makes Lance believe in fate. There is warmth in the way they talk to each other now, a welcome change from how clinical most officials have been towards the students so far. "I'm Lance! Well, Leandro, but everybody calls me Lance in English!" He takes a step back and mimics throwing something through the air. "Because of my crazy throwing accuracy."

"For real?" asks a guy on their left, who has one of those gullible faces that make Lance want to protect people.

"Nah!" Lance elbows the dude on the ribs while Hunk chuckles. "I'm messing with you. It's one of those family things: dad wanted Leandro, mom wanted Lance, and they couldn't choose."

"Sounds like an identity crisis waiting to happen," comments one of the girls, but it's good natured.

"I'm Cuban, usamerican and bi, cariño. I go all the ways!"

It's a lot to put out there, especially for first impressions, but Lance doesn't know how to hold himself in. Mom used to say he would grow into this tongue of his, eventually, but everyone else doubts it. It would take a life-changing event for Lance to know when to keep his mouth shut.

He doesn't mind. He's a very take-me-or-leave-me kind of guy, despite his need to be liked, and it has worked out for him so far.

One of the guys frowns, but Hunk and the girl simply smile back. It's already a lot better of a reception than he'd imagined.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lance sees another kid enter the classroom, so he turns and watches. The longish hair initially makes him think it’s a girl, but there is something undeniably masculine about the angles of that face, the broadness of the shoulders.

Well, not undeniably, cause gender is a construct, but still. The person looks like a guy and the guy looks cute.

But then he makes a straight line towards the rich kids, taking the seat right next to the window. The dude doesn’t even acknowledge the other students, he simply picks up the pencil case that had been used to save the seat and drops it on the desk behind him. Doesn’t even thank his friends.

What an asshole.

“Those kids are the fighter pilot wannabes,” explains the guy who’d frowned at Lance earlier. He’s glaring again, but at least he hasn’t made any unsavory comments about Lance.

“You think they are any good?” Gullible-face peeks around Hunk to also stare at the newcomer.

“Doesn’t matter how good they might be.” Lance smirks, eyes still fixed on the dark-haired boy, even as he pulls out his phone and continues to ignore their peers. “I’ll be better.”

-

Headcanon: Lance thinks Keith is one of the rich kids who had private tutoring for their flying because of a mix-up involving seating arrangements, a misunderstanding that only deepens when Keith aces their flight simulation. When he realizes Keith isn’t part of the rich kids, it’s already too late, Lance has already determined they are rivals.

[chronic-claire-universe]

Hey! Congrats on reaching 500, you deserve it ♡

I'd really like to take part in your milestone event so here I am, heh. I would like a tokyo revengers and jjk/haikyuu ( I can't decide the second tbh you can pick just something?) match up if possible. But you can also just ignore this ask if It's too much! Kisses anyway.

Uhm where do I start?

I'm an ENTP and bi with a preference for fictional man ( like everyone here)

I'm super pale with dark red and white hair mostly in two pigtail braids. I have a stick and poke tattoo from a friend on my leg(a moon). I mostly wear black and red and have a little Jewellery addiction - especially rings. I kid you not I own over 100 but I tend to gift them to random people at parties when I wear too much and get bored of them.

I'm blunt, sarcastic and come off as mean sometimes, but I actually just can't shut up and do/say what I want. I'm also very competitive and chaotic and for being a huge flirt. I'm a little dramatic and get bored easily. I start many things but lose interest fast ( people and activities ). Overall I'm pretty chill with everything and go with the flow. Most of the time I'm very outgoing and can start conversations/arguments with everyone. I can get super awkward with affection so my love language are mostly acts of service and gifts. I love bad puns and jokes, dark and dirty ones specifically. My humor is broken if I'm honest.

The things I love are Horror stories, Philosophy, the iliad ( old stories and epics in general ), cats, coffee and late night adventures.

Poppy it's time to prepare your ice cream and I'm really happy about it!!! First before matching you up, I have to say something, I had real fun reading your request and during these days I was impatient to arrive here and write it, also I think I'm in love with you after your appereance description 💜

Warnings: Smut, Pegging, Video, Male Sub, Sex Toys, Overstimulation, Minors DNI.

Tokyo Revengers: Hajime Kokonoi

I have to be frank in here, I thought of Ran hearing your description, not only for the braids but also for your personality, but I think that you would be a disaster couple together cause you're way too similar, so here I am matchin you with our favourite sugar daddy Koko!

Why do I choose him? Well he enjoys sarcathisc people and also your strong personality. Koko knows that you're a strong girl who doesn't need protection and that's why he loves you!

You find yourself bored easily but Koko has a remedy for it, your dates with him don't consist only in fancy restaurant but most of the time, last minute holiday on the other part of the world!

When you go on holiday you love to go around and discover the meaning of new places, I canon you being in New York in the top of Empire State Building while you explain the history of the art-deco building and Koko opens up a champagne and makes a toast for the view in front of you!

This sounds big right? But don't worry, you're not going to the other side of the world every weekend, infact most of the time you and Koko enjoy the warm of your house.

During your domestic dates he comes back with the takeaway of your favourite italian restaurant and you decide the wine to drink.

Despite dinner, I canon you cuddling the persian cat he gifted you, who stays calm in his/your lap.

You have the habit to play poker, do you bet? Of course! Money? Nah too boring, you enjoy betting sex, in particular ways.

He tried to let you win but the first time he did it, you got so angry that you didn't talk with him and got to bed alone, he had to pray for an hour before forgiving him, you're not a baby that he must protect!

Going back to the sex bet, most of time it involves domineering kinks, from both him and you.

You peg him, you overstimulated him with his personal vibrator, he did the same with you, but most of all you recorded your intercourse.

Both of you have a nude album of the other, but you also did a professional one together, everyone in Bonten knows about it!

Talking about Bonten, you never go to their hideout but the guys know you and respect you, during the poker nights it happened that they were invited.

In the beginning they tease you, most Sanzu and Haitani bros, in the end they respect you, to the point that Ran became one of your closest friend and always keep you updated about Koko's conditions.

The relationship with Koko sounds sophisticate but genuine, strong and powerful. Keep it tight cause most of the people don't understand each other like you do!

Haikyuu: Suguru Daishou

Please bear with me, it seems that I picture you with guys that have snake eyes 😂 but there is a reason: snake eyes remember me of people with a sassy and asshole attitude!

You and Daishou professionaly tease people together! You love joking about them to the point to result mean, but this is something that your friends can go through.

You love outdates especially to arcade where you challenge and most of the time you win! This annoy Suguru to hell that most of the time bring you shouting at home and throwing you to bed, he fucks the hell out of you.

No Suguru doesn't want you to be in charge, sex for him is important to establish who is the male in the couple, and you don't care about it cause this leave you completely satisfied.

Sex isn't everything in your relationship, you enjoy a lot going out to dinner with friends, you even became buddy with Kuroo and this annoys Suguru as fuck, but respecting Nekoma's captain he doesn't complain too much about it

When you stay at home you definitely watch horror movies, but most of the time he's really annoyed by it, he just does it cause he loves you.

You also play board games, but being this a bit calmer than arcade ends up with you just laughing and eating snack until you can't keep your eyes open and you both lay on the couc/bed with him spooning you.

Daishou is competitive, loosing a match brings him lot of frustration. It's canon that he really struggle facing this problem, but seeing you helping him and just doing simple things like welcoming him with a hug and preparing his favourite dinner helps him recover.

Acts of service mean: training with him, cooking for him. The time he lost against Nekoma he came back hom without saying a word, there beside his computer there was a dvd you prepared.

"Watch me" you written on it, and here he was tears flowing from his eyes. It was a compilation of all the points he score in the year and compliments from schoolmates and teammates but also others friends.

He watches it everytime he feels down and this is enough to help him improving his mood.

You're a meanie couple but when something happens, you're always there for the other and that's what makes you fantastic together!

Poppy I finished, I really hope that you like this cause I had lot of fun writing it, kisses 💜

[estrel]

It’s in the Knowing (that Wishes Come True)

destiel december 2020 prompt: sledding + spn advent calendar 2020 prompt: wishes wc: ~1.4k

[READ ON AO3] 

“Dean, you had,” Sam huffs, “infinite possibilities at your disposal. And you wished for–for this?”

Dean’s a little confused, too, looking out at the mountains. Almost every inch is covered with a layer of snow, but by far, the hill they’re standing on has the thickest blanket. Dean’s feet sink into it a little when he shifts his weight, studying their surroundings.

Apart from the clearing they’re in, the place is littered with trees. Dean’s gaze follows the trunks up, until he’s looking at the sky, which is quickly losing light. He thinks he can make out the beginning twinkles of constellations, and when he laughs, a puff of frosty breath obscures them for a moment before fading off.

Then he smells it—something like firewood, he thinks, and turns towards it. Eyes still searching the tops of the trees, Dean catches sight of a thin column of smoke, likely from a cabin nearby.

A few feet away from them, a tree branch packed with snow loses its hold, and the whump of the snow hitting the ground startles Dean out of his thoughts.

“I don’t know, man,” Dean says, “It’s not like I really had a choice. I just, you know, just had this thought, I guess, and now…we’re here.”

He turns back to Sam, who focuses on Dean once more, seemingly having caught sight of the smoke too.

“I’m assuming…those have something to do with it?”

Dean’s eyes follow the direction Sam’s finger is pointing to, which is a somewhere on the ground and behind Dean, off to his left. Just at the edge of the hill sit two sleds—the old, wooden kind that seem like they’re always one good bump away from splintering into a million pieces, but somehow never do.

He chuckles, moving towards them to check them out, when Sam urgently pats his shoulder. Dean swivels around, taking in Sam’s confused—but not shocked—expression, and once more tracks his stare to see what he’s looking at. 

Dean finds himself mirroring his brother, but otherwise smiling despite himself.

“What took you so long?” He hears himself say, feels Sam looking at him weird in response. If this was his “wish,” then this only made sense—it’d just been a matter of waiting for him to show up.

Cas levels him with a stare that says ‘really?’ and Dean moves to meet him half way.

“Jackets,” Cas says, handing Dean a thick black one that looks like it’s meant for snow. Dean takes it. “And Jack,” Cas adds. With a gentle tilt of his head, Dean looks over and sees Jack, not too far away, walking briskly towards them with something small in his hands.

“You two always come out here practically naked,” Cas says, leaving Dean and handing Sam his own jacket. “And the lumberjack outfits are fine for when it’s any other season, but you do realize it’s the dead of winter, right?”

“Well, you…” Dean starts, about to tell him off for the dress shoes and trench coat he’s never seen without, except that Cas isn’t wearing them, he’s…

“Cas, is that—are those—are you wearing boots?” Sam asks, a lilt of amusement in his voice.

Cas looks down, frowning. “These are my snow boots. Dean got them for me last Christmas.” He shoots Dean a confused glance, as though Dean should be in on this, and Sam was the one acting deluded. Dean can’t really bring himself to care, too busy smiling at the rest of Cas’ outfit.

He’s about to comment on the snow pants, which are black and baggy over Cas’ lower half, but Jack makes it to them just in time, pushing something into Cas’ chest.

“You forgot your beanie,” Jack explains, and then looking up at them, “I thought you guys came out ahead of us so you could ‘get the sleds ready.’ Cas and I started on the cookies so they should be done by the time we get back.”

Dean watches Cas slip the beanie on, losing his breath a little at the sight. The thought occurs to him—when he’s looking long enough to notice Cas’ red nose and ears and cheeks—that angels don’t usually get cold.

“Hang on—you left the oven on unattended?” Sam says. Pulling his eyes away from Cas, Dean chuckles at the wild look on Sam’s face, like he’s half ready to bolt for the cabin to stop it from catching fire.

“Of course not.” Jack frowns at him like he should know better. “I charmed it with the spell you taught me. It’ll shut off automatically when it’s done.”

Sam relaxes, forcing a smile. “Right. Uh, Dean? Can we talk for a second?”

Dean follows him around to the nearest tree, which is far enough away that Jack and Cas probably won’t hear them over their own conversation (Dean thinks he hears something about hot chocolate) if they talk quietly enough.

“We can’t stay here,” Sam says, “We have to find a way out.”

Dean wets his lips, “I know, Sammy, but…” He looks over at Jack and Cas.

Sam is quiet for a second before he notes, “You want to stay.”

He shrugs. “Just…just for a little while longer. We can–we can go sledding, eh? We haven’t done that since we were kids! And then—then we can figure out a way out of here.”

Sam has a look of growing concern on his face, something Dean thinks is teetering too close to pity.

“What?” He jokes, “You’re telling me you don’t wanna see those two sled? It’s not for us, Sam, it’s for the nerdy angels over there.”

His brother manages a smile, which is a relief. “Sure,” he says gently. Dean pretends not to hear it, heading now for the sleds and waving them all over.

He pulls the sleds apart, placing them each by the hill’s edge, but not so close that sitting on them would be enough to send them flying down the slope.

“Okay,” Dean starts, “How do we want to do this?”

Dean knows the answer before anyone says it. Better stated: he knows his wish before anyone else does.

“The logical route would be to pair up,” Cas says seriously, “You and Sam have done this before, so each of you gets a sled.”

Dean feels his chest go tight with anticipation for a second, and then it subsides. He nods.

“Good idea. Who—”

“I’ll go with Jack,” Sam interrupts, a wry smile on his face. Dean quirks his lips in a smile, cocking his head to the side in a mild ‘screw you’ gesture to his brother. He turns to Cas.

“Well, hop on then Louise and we’ll sail off this cliff together,” Dean says. He waits for the recognition to spark in Cas’ eyes and he smiles—for real this time—as Cas situates himself in the front of the sled. He spares Jack and Sam a glance, amused at how Sam is struggling not to take up most of the sled with his legs, before sitting down behind Cas. 

And he stays like that for a moment, sitting awkwardly and gathering his courage, until he musters up enough to wrap his legs around him.

“I’m nervous,” he hears Jack say. Dean thinks, Me too. Sam laughs and reassures Jack that it’ll be fine.

“Okay, uh, you’re gonna have to lean back once we kick off, alright?” Dean instructs, trying to remember how to do this. 

“You promise I won’t fall?” 

Dean swallows. “Nah. I’ll hang on to you.”

“Let’s race,” Sam says. He can feel him staring and avoids Sam’s gaze. He’ll blame the tint on his cheeks and ears on the cold, if Sam ever asks. 

Dean scoffs, “You’ll lose.”

“Prove it,” Sam responds, and then he’s pushing off and leaving them in the dust.

Dean’s surprised by the laugh that escapes him, and then he’s pushing off too, and he and Cas are propelled down the snowy slope after the others.

Cas leans back as instructed. Dean’s pretty sure the guy can feel the rush of his heartbeat with his back on Dean’s chest like that, but Dean can also feel Cas’ steel grips on his legs, nails digging into his shins. 

He laces an arm around Cas’ chest, pressing him closer. “I’ve got you!” he reminds him. 

There’s a beat, and then over the sound of the wind whipping against their faces, Cas says, “I know.”

-

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[fabricated-misslieness]

♡〜Okay, Kurōo putting his hand around y/n’s waist playfully but we panic because we actually really like him, and everyone can literally smell the gay panic from us. (Y/n’s not submissive they just gay panic)〜♡

Kuroo Tetsurō x male reader

Panik! dw i didn’t think you wanted reader to be submissive from the start of the req. Also, I made the reader male because gay panic and uh, homosexuality and such.

Reader is a 3rd year

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 697

You thought this would just be a friendly lunch with the volleyball club, just like every other wednesday. Wednesdays were break days, since it's the middle of the school week, but you still took the liberty to see each other. Explanations aside, you were extremely wrong.

It's all going great, yes? Chatting, eating, the usual. You and Kuroo were done with your bentos, and the lunch period was just about to end, so you'd both stood up.

Your classrooms were next to each other, so you'd often walk together. It was only friendly, nothing else… until he wrapped an arm around your waist.

You freeze and stop talking as you feel your cheeks heat up. The team is confused for a second, "(y/n)?"

You clear your throat, instinctively - curse you, instincts - putting a hand over Kuroo's hand, the one wrapped around your waist. "Yeah!" The team can see you're awfully nervous. "I'm fine!"

"You sure?" Kai speaks up.

"What? Pfft!" You wave a hand dismissively, the other squeezing Kuroo's hand - once again, instinctively. "I'm sure! It's not like I'm panicking or anything!" You sincerely doubt they believe you.

"Do you need anything?" Yaku stands, abandoning his lunch - which is sure to be stolen - and getting ready to go fetch something, anything for you. "Water, a nurse visit..?"

"I told you, I'm fine." You reassure again, waving your hand furiously.

"Gay panic." Kenma says. The others are confused again, because really, they might be gay, might be bi, probably hetero, and definitely don't know any queer slang.

You let out a sound, something like an eep, which turns the team's attention to you rather than Kenma. While their attention is on you, they did not let go of what Kenma said. "What's a gay panic?" Lev asks.

Kuroo stifles a laugh with his hand, making sure to squeeze your hand to silently tease you. "Kuroo!" You whine at him.

"Oh." Yamamoto, as the straight on thin ice he is, knows exactly what's going on. "Gay panic."

"What, what is it?" Lev moves to his side now, but Yamamoto knows not to accidentally expose his bros.

"You'll… learn." He says reluctantly.

At the same time, the others realize, in exception of Lev, Shibayama, and Yaku. They let out a chorus of "oh"s as well.

"What?" Lev is impatient and curious, always has been, always will be. "Tell me!"

"A gay panic is when a homosexual panicks because of a person of the same sex, in a way that they're attracted to them; exceptions are non-binary people." Fukunaga says, as expressionless as always. He knows everything, you can't change my mind. His words make Inuoka and Shibayama flush red, even if everybody else didn't even understand that last part.

"You didn't have to be so blunt about it…" Inuoka rubs the back of his head. Because of that, you can tell he's queer.

"Oh." Lev puts his hand on his chin as he thinks. "That happens to me all the time." Fukunaga nods in agreement.

"So, Kuroo." Yaku smirks at him mischievously. "Does that mean you don't like girls with long hair?" You were the one with the gay panic - at least that's what you think - yet he still targeted Kuroo.

"Nah, still like them." He's saved from further elaboration by the school bell. "We should go." With that, he turns and whisks you away.

You breathe out a sigh of relief when you're back in the hallways, though people seem to stare at you weird. When you've recuperated your sanity, you turn to the man that made you panic. "Kuroo, how dare you."

"Hey!" Kuroo raises his hands, well, one free hand, in surrender. "I didn't realize I did it until I did it. If it makes you feel better, I had a gay panic too, I'm just better at containing it."

You tsk at him and turn back to look in front of you. Seconds after, your mind actually processes his words. "Does that mean–"

"Mhm." He nods. "By the way, you should grow out your hair. You'd look hotter."

His words turn you into a sputtering mess, gay panic again!

[miscellaneous-bnha]

Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve been having this god awful itch for (lowkey) Yandere Scumbag Hawks.

Could be friends to lovers... if you squint? Slow burn? But not really? Uh....

Female! Reader

TW: Scumbag Hawks, Lowkey Yan, Breeding, Dubious consent, Hawks in a rut, Hawks has a knot simply because I deem it so.

You, a normal civilian, happen to stumble across a weakened pro hero Hawks who took an emergency landing on your apartment patio.

Of course you’re not going to leave him there; as warm as his coat may seem, what’s the point of leaving him out in the snow when you’ve got a nicely heated apartment you could let him in to.

Either he’s gone through some seriously rough shit or he’s a lot more out of it than you think, but he nearly scares the piss out of you when he points a feather blade at you, eyes wild and furious, before slowly registering that you’re just a normal civilian.

He grins— it’s more of a grimace than a grin, really— and moves the blade away from you, laughing sheepishly before breaking into a cough. When he moves his hand away, you can tell there’s blood on it.

“Sorry about that, pretty bird. Wasn’t expecting anyone. I’ll be taking off now.” He tries to climb to his feet, but he’s a lot more battered than he’s willing to show.

“Wait! Why don’t you come inside for a bit? Get some energy back before you go flying off to some other balcony.” You offer, and he smiles wryly.

“Would that be alright? I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“Of course! Come in, come in!” You usher him in as he limps, helping him to the couch before going and shutting the patio door.

It turns out he ended up needing to stay a lot longer than either of you originally planned; a surprised snowstorm hit late into the night, forecasted to last for some days. He said that he could always try to brave it if you felt uncomfortable with a “strange man” in your apartment, but you only laughed it off.

“Honestly, with how often your private life gets invaded, you’re by far one of the least strange people.”

——————————

He ends up having to stay three days before the storm calms down, but he’s gotten significantly better since then.

Originally, you were worried about the blood in his cough, but it turned out to be a side effect of the blistering cold winds being harsh on his throat and a rough hit to the chest that left him winded and coughing, but nothing more.

The three days he did stay were rather enjoyable, and you found yourself missing his company when he had gone.

You didn’t think much of it though; he’s a pro-hero with an image to upkeep, so you doubted that you’d see much of him personally after this.

But ever the surprise, you found him knocking on your patio door not even a day later, grinning and holding up a bag of food.

“Thought it would be nice to at least return the favor. For taking care of me, y’know?”

“You don’t have to worry about that, Hawks. I did it because it was the right thing to do.”

“Eeeeh, still. Maybe I just wanted an excuse to see a pretty bird again.”

——————————

And just like that, you came to have an unexpected friendship with the No. 2 pro hero.

Whenever he needed a quiet place to crash or some company, you found yourself leaving the patio door open.

In turn, if you ever felt unsafe or if you had a bad day at work, a simple brush of the feather he’d given to you was all it would take to send him flying your way.

Monthly visits turned into bi weekly visits, then into weekly visits, then every other day. Soon enough, he started coming every evening. “What’s a meal without good company?” He’d said, holding food in one hand and drinks in the other.

“All that fried chicken isn’t good for you, Hawks. Let me cook you some actual food every once in a while.”

——————————

When he had suddenly disappeared for a week, you were concerned, but didn’t want to push him. Then two weeks went by with no Hawks, and you started to get worried.

When the third week rolled around, you unconsciously gripped the feather that hung around your neck, screaming in shock when there was a sudden **”THUD”** against the patio window.

“Hawks!? What are you doing?!” You try and check his face for bruising or bleeding, but he tried to bat at your hands weakly,

“I’m okay, I’m okay. Felt you touch your feather, so I came.” You wince,

“I’m sorry about that. It was an accident.”

“Ah, no worries. I’ll just head back home then.”

You fully intended on letting him go, but your mouth tended to work faster than your brain sometimes.

“Um, actually, Hawks...” you start, only to freeze when he faces you,

“Yeah?” You’re silent for a moment, then you shake your head,

“No, it’s nothing. Sorry.” You smile, but he doesn’t turn to leave again,

“Nah, I think there’s something on your mind. What is it?”

“... I just wanted to make sure I didn’t... offend you, or something. You’ve been gone for a while and I just...” you shuffle a bit, “I mean, it’s not really that big of a deal either, y’know? I just— heh— If you’re just tired of coming around all the time, that’s cool too.”

He looks baffled for a moment, then the realization crosses his face. You think for a moment you see him trying to plot something, but it’s gone before you can think on it.

“I um.... actually... do you mind if I sit?”

“Of course not. Feel free to do what you like.”

He takes a seat on the couch, his wings ruffling and fluffing up before they settle again. A part of you wonders if you really should have looked up bird behaviors.

“I.. started my rut, but I didn’t think it was possible.” And suddenly you start to feel a little stupid.

“O-oh... I— uh— I’m sorry.” He wheezes out a laugh,

“No, no, it’s fine. I should have said something instead of just disappearing.”

���Well, I mean, that’s your private matter so—“

“Technically yes, but... also, you have a right to know. You are the reason I went into a rut, after all.” Your jaw drops for a moment.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Not to say that I’m trying to blame you— I’m really not. It’s just... you know how you’re always cooking meals, letting me in?”

“Y...yeah?”

“My body thought I was trying to nest, so... it put me into a rut.”

“Ah... I see.”

You both sit awkwardly for a moment, so he stands and moves to leave.

“Anyway, sorry about that. If it makes you uncomfortable, I won’t come around anymore.”

“I, well, no. Wait!” You grab his arm as he tries to leave, making him halt,

“If... if it’s my fault, I want to help.”

“I, uh, w-well... it’s not— I— you know we’d have to fuck, right?”

You’re both bright red, you more than him, but you nod wordlessly.

“Well... so long as you’re willing to take responsibility...” he mutters. You’re too busy looking at your feet to see the wild grin on his face,

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“Fuck, Hawks!” You yelp, his cock plunging in and out of you roughly,

“Shit, sorry baby bird...! Your pretty little cunt’s just sucking me in!” He growls, his hands pinning your shoulders down.

You’re stuck with your face in the mattress, ass in the air. With him looming over you, feathers spread across your room, shuddering in time with his wings, the only think you can hear is the wet slaps of his hips smacking into yours.

“Hawks...! You gotta slow down...!”

“I’m trying, but your greedy little pussy won’t let me go!”

You whine, head fogging over when his cock somehow manages to push deeper.

“See? You’re just sucking me in, baby!”

You feel the brush of more feathers falling onto you, shivering and tickling your already overheated skin. His claws dig into your shoulders when you twitch, making you borderline scream and clench tightly around his cock.

“Ooooh fuckfuckfuckfuck fffffUCK! Keep squeezing just like that, pretty bird. Tighten around my fat fucken cock!” You feel him drape himself over you, his chest pressed to your back, wings closing around the both of you as much as they can.

You suddenly feel something stretching and tugging at your entrance, and you start to squirm again.

“W-wait! You promised to pull out...!”

“How am I supposed to pull out when you’re the one squeezing so tight??” He growls, thrusts getting more frantic,

“Hawks!”

“Ffffffuck— just shut up and take it. Take my fucking cum—!”

You cry out sharply when his knot fully inflates inside of you, the sudden stretch sending you flying over the edge with him.

“Hawks...”

“Shhh.... this is all your fault, remember?”

“But you promised—“

“And I tried, but your cute little cunt just wouldn’t let go, pretty bird. You were practically begging for me to fill you up. Get you pregnant with my little chickadees.” He rubs your belly,

“But that’s okay, right? You said you wanted to take responsibility, remember?”

“Yeah—“

“Then take responsibility, baby. Have my chicks, and I promise I’ll take responsibility too.” The words to argue back are stripped from your mouth when he starts grinding his still knotted cock into you, making your mind go blank,

“C’mon, pretty bird. Say it for me. ‘I’ll have your chicks, Keigo’.”

“Ha—“

“Uh-uh. Not Hawks. Keigo.”

“Kei—!” Your voice cuts off into a silent scream when he hits the sweet spot deep inside you,

“C’mon, baby. Say it and be mine.”

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You don’t remember if you ever actually said it all those years ago, but you can hardly bring yourself to care.

You smile as you rub your swollen belly, watching as your eldest son and his little sister play in the yard.

“C’mon, kids. Time to go back in. Daddy will be home soon.”

“Okay!!”

And, sure enough, not even 10 minutes later, you hear the front door open, the voice of your husband echoing through the house.

“Where are my little chickadees?”

[cryingoverafictionalcharacter]

Request from @iwannagotospaceforever​: Could u do a Fred Weasley x reader maybe with prompt 12 and 13???

12: “I’m Fine!” “Y/n, there's blood coming out of your head!”

13: “You’re cute when you want to stab me”

A/N: I love this!!! I hope you guys enjoy, feel free to leave me any feedback or requests you might have <3

Prompt: You and Fred have been friends for a while, you’ll hang out together on school grounds, pull pranks with Fred, and just seem to get along well, unless its on the quidditch pitch, where your competitive natures can get a bit out of hand.

Warnings: Reader is not in the same house as Fred (Gryffindor), Swearing, mentions of blood, Frenemies type shit, Fluff, terrible quidditch writing

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You walked onto the quidditch pitch, resting your broom against your shoulder as you swung your other arm, excited for game day. You were determined to win this round, Gryffindor having won the last couple games, and you were not going to let your house fall into the same fate. You had been getting up early the past two weeks, trying out new flying techniques, working on your stamina, and practicing chaser moves with Fred. 

You and Fred have been friends since fourth year, having met in Snape's potions class when your concoction may have blown up in Snape’s face. After that you were constantly hanging out. Fred joined in of course, pulling pranks and just talking about random things in general, but for some reason, you and the older twin just had a connection. It might have had something to do with your competitive natures constantly keeping each other on your toes.

You spotted him on the other side of the field with George, each carrying their beaters gear and walking to the Gryffindor rest area. His eyes met yours and a smile spread across his face as he waved. 

“You’re going down” He mouthed, his hand that was once waving now having a thumb pointing downwards. You smiled back.

“Fuck off” You mouthed back, going to give him the bird before you suddenly remembered Dumbledore was watching, and he probably wouldn’t appreciate the gesture.

Fred made a fake sad face, making you laugh a bit before returning the gesture. Suddenly Lee Jordan's voice rang through the bleachers.

“Good afternoon everyone and welcome to the third game of the season, today we have Gryffindor against (Y/H). Lets have a good game, and may the best team win.

This signaled for you and the rest of your team to get on your brooms and fly up to the starting point, forming a circle with the other chasers on your team as well as the chasers on Gryffindor.

There was a bit of silence, before madam Hooch opened the trunk, releasing the bludgers and the golden snitch, before finally throwing the Quaffle into the air, officially starting the game.

After a few minutes you had finally gotten your hand on the quaffle, headed to the goal, and towards Fred and George. You saw George moving to block your left, and moved right, now having to face Fred. You had been practicing with him for the past few weeks, so you knew his weak spots, but he also knew yours. You faked going for the far right goal before quickly turning and going through the middle, scoring your team a point.

“That's ten points to (Y/H)!” Lee’s voice rang out, causing cheers and boos to ring through the crowd. You flew up beside Fred, having a moment before the next play started.

“You need to up your game Weasley” You said jokingly

“Please I saw you from a mile away” He joked back, suddenly making you think that he might have let you score.

“I swear to God Weasley, if you are going easy on me im going to kill you” You said, giving him a look, before starting to fly off, but not before Fred got in the last word.

“You look so cute when you want to stab me!” He said, causing you to look back at him and giving him a pose, causing the both of you to laugh, but secretly you had butterflies going insane in your stomach.

Did Fred Weasley just call you cute? You weren’t blind, you thought the twin were quite attractive, but every once in a while, you couldn’t help but think about Fred specifically, about how the sun caught his hair, or how his eyes crinkled when he smiled, or how he was able to laugh every day, but also made sure that you felt heard. 

You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts however when you made it back to the starting circle, putting your focus back into the game.

A few rounds later and you were 20-20 with Gryffindor. You had just gotten the ball again and was headed towards the goal, Fred facing you, a smirk on his face which only motivated you more. You were only a few seconds to scoring the goal, when Fred's face changed from irritating smugness, to worry. You didn’t have time to make out what he was saying before the right side of your head suddenly erupted with a sharp pain, and you were spiraling towards the ground.

The fact that you were still on your broom didn’t make the fall to bad, but before you knew what had happened, you were laying on your back looking at the sky.

“Looks like one of (Y/H) chasers got a good knock by one of the bludgers, that gotta hurt” Lee Jordan said

Madam Hooch was knelt beside you, asking you about the pain when Fred suddenly landed next you, running over and kneeling by your side.

“I know you said to not go easy on you but I swear it wasn’t me” He said, quickly, causing you to laugh a little.

“Fucking coward” You mumbled suddenly realizing that the game was still going on.

“Fred what are you doing go play I’m fine!” you said, finally sitting all the way up, your head spinning a bit.

“Y/n, there is blood coming out of your head!” Fred said, making you lift your hand to poke the side of your head, only to pull it back to see blood. Before you could say anything else to get Fred back to the game, Lee Jordan's voice rang through the crowd.

“Harry Potter has captured the Golden snitch! Gryffindor wins!” Lee said, causing the crowd to cheer.

“Well that sucks” You groaned. All the practice, only for the golden boy to catch the snitch AGAIN. You reached out your hand to Fred, motioning for him to help you up, which he took. However as soon as you were on your feet your head started to spin, but Fred saw you sway and caught you.

“I want you to go straight to the medical wing to make sure you don't have a concussion, Weasley can you take them?” Madam hooch said, making you roll your eyes.

“I don’t need to-” You started, not thinking your injury was such a big deal

“I would be happy to” Fred said before smiling at you, you glaring at him in return.

A few minutes later and you were sitting cross legged on on of the bed in the hospital wing, Fred making it his job to annoy you while  Madam Pomfry to checked on you.

“Be honest doc, how long do they have” Fred said, causing you to roll your eyes and swat his arm, which caused him to laugh.

“Y/N will be living for a long while, but you do have a very mild concussion, so I don’t want you to do anything labor intensive for the next week.

“What? But quidditch!” you practically yelled, horrified at the news.

“I don’t want to hear it, now at the end of the week, I want you to come back in so we can see how you’re healing, as for the rest of the day I want you to relax” Madam Pomfry said, giving you a sympathetic look before leaving to check up on someone who had a bad encounter with the wrong Polyjuice potion.

“It could be worse” Fred said, trying to lighten the mood, causing you to glare at him.

“How could it be worse?” You asked

“Well you could not have me to keep you company!” Fred said, causing you to groan.

“Death would have been a kinder fate” You said, before quickly laughing at Fred’s shocked expression. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding” You said, moving to get up, which Fred helped you do without fully realizing it.

“Are you sure you want to stick around? I can’t do any strenuous activities so I’m basically the most boring person in the world right now” You said, causing Fred to shake his head.

“Impossible, you could never be boring, but I have an idea if you’re up to it?” Fred asked, quirking a brow which made you suspicious, but you agreed non the less, nodding your head.

“Excellent, adventure awaits!” He said, before walking off while still having his arm around you.

A while later and you were sitting outside by the black lake, underneath a tree. You had been spending the last few minutes throwing rocks in the water, just watching the ripples.

“You think the squid is mad that we keep throwing rocks in his house?” You asked, causing Fred to laugh a bit.

“Why do you think I brought you along? If he suddenly wants to kill us I know you're going to be way slower than me.” Fred laughed, laughing even louder when you shoved his shoulder.

“Typical, you only bring me places to benefit your secret agenda” You joked, leaning your back against the tree.

“Nah, you're to pretty to sacrifice” He said, suddenly tensing up realizing he just said that.

You were feeling something similar, your face heating up as you shook your head, trying to dismiss the comment as something platonic. He just felt bad because you got hit.

“Fred, I am in dirty quidditch clothes, with crazy hair and a bruise on the side of my head, I wouldn’t describe myself as pretty right now” You said, thinking he would make a joke and that would be the end of it.

“Well I disagree” He said, the sincerity in his voice surprising you, you turned to look at him to see he was already looking at you, before looking down at his hands.

“You really scared me today” He started “When I saw you get hit, and saw you falling, I was so scared. I kept thinking of how it happened, how I could have stopped it, how you were probably out cold, but then I got down there, and you were the same you always were, calling me lame for not intentionally trying to kill my friend at quidditch” He finished, his joking tone returning a bit.

“I think the term I used was coward” You said, smiling a bit.

“Yeah, that I am, not because of quidditch though” Fred said, smiling a bit, but you weren’t, stuck trying to think about what he could be talking about.

“Fred, you pull pranks on professors for fun. You stole your parents car, for fun. I don’t need to say all the crazy things you’ve done to know you’re not a coward. Why do you think that?” You asked.

“Because I never told you about how I really felt” Fred said. Suddenly the butterflies in your stomach returned, causing your face to heat up.

“What?” You asked, not quite believing what you were hearing.

“I like you Y/n, I have for a while, but I haven't said anything because I was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way, and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship” He said, still not looking in your eye and instead looking out on the lake.

“Well then I guess where both cowards” You said, causing Fred’s head to suddenly snap to look at you, which made you laugh a bit.

“What?” It was now Fred’s turn to look shocked. Instead of answering, you just shake your head and put a hand on his cheek, closing the space between you two and connecting your lips. Fred took no time to respond, moving his hand to gently cup the side of your face that wasn’t bruised. We stayed like that for a moment, before finally pulling away for air.

“Well, that was unexpected” Fred said, making you laugh.

“What that I like you back or that I’m such an amazing kisser even with a head injury” You said, making him laugh in return.

“Speaking of which, maybe we should stop, Pomfry said no strenuous activity and I wouldn’t want to-” Fred started but you knew he was joking.

“Just shut it and kiss me dumb ass” You said, smiling as he reconnected your lips again, this time the kiss going a bit further, his tongue sweeping your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, your hands moving to his hair and-

“Oi no snogging with a concussion!” George suddenly yelled from a bit a ways, Oliver and some of your team mates following.

“Mind your own business” Fred said, making you laugh.

“And here we are, trying to be good friends and make sure you haven't died or something” George said, shaking his head in feign disappointment. “This couldn’t have waited a week?”

“No!” You and Fred said in unison, causing the group to laugh before making their way back to the school, wanting to give you two some privacy, but not before George gave Fred a quick thumbs up, glad that he finally made his move.

“Well I’m glad you didn’t wait to tell me” You said once everyone was out of earshot.

“Me neither, except we still have to wait a week to-” Fred started, a suggestive smirk on his face.

“Fred Weasley I swear to God!” You yelled swatting his chest, causing him to fall into a fit of laughter which you quickly followed. Maybe getting hit by a bludger isn’t the worst thing that could happen.

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Ah, to be hit in the head by a giant ball and be comforted by Fred Weasley. The Dream. TBH I know this ending is trash! But still I hope you enjoyed it, let me know if you have any recommendations or feedback! Also @iwannagotospaceforever​ I hope you liked it!

[purple-stuck]

I really adore your writing! Can I PLEASE request a purple Sollux drabble? Maybe interacting with gamzee?

hey, gz. wanna hang out?

Gamzee stared down at his phone, squinting his eyes at the purple text. Somewhere in his addled think pan he thought it was strange. Sollux hardly hung out with anyone in person. He was always a shut in, especially for Purple blood standards. Only clown who'd attended less church was probably Gamzee himself and that was only because Sollux sometimes made video calls. But, ever sense Aradia... it was a miracle he still answered texts.

Still, Gamzee wasn't gonna say no to his blood brother's company. Maybe Feferi helped him cope. Maybe he went pale for Karkat, those two had always been close. Hardly mattered.

WeLl, ShIt. SuRe MoThErFuCkEr. CaN't SaY nO tO a NiCe AnD pRoPeR hAnGiNg SeSsIoN. wAnT mE tO sWiNg By YoUr PlAcE, oR wHaT?

nah. ii'm at the door. ii wa2 iin the area and fiigured ii'd a2k.

Right on cue, there was indeed a knock at Gamzee's front door. Huh. Sollux must've been right at the door when he texted. Made sense. If Karkat was any indication, Sollux had a habit of just barging into a brother's hive like he lived there and playing all their video games. Probably remembered at the last second that he and Gamzee weren't that close.

When Gamzee open the front door, he found himself staring at Captor's chest. Even hunched over as he was, Sollux was still the tallest troll Gamzee knew. The boy managed to be both lankier and buffer than Gamzee somehow. Granted, that's not hard. It'd be a stretch to call any version of Sollux Captor buff, but any purple blood with a proper lusus was going to be thicker than Gamzee.

Gamzee stopped that thought dead before it sunk in any deeper.

"At least I know I'm not interrupting anything." Sollux said dryly. "That's not the hair of someone who had plans for the evening."

Gamzee snorted, appreciating that the ribbing was good natured. Sollux didn't regard him with the same contempt, say, Equius did, so it was hard to take anything he said as an actual insult. Same deal with Karkat, really. "So, what brings you around to my hive? Feferi finally convince you to go outside?"

Sollux's lips twitched into a smirk before he jutted his thumb behind him. "Nah. I'm just picking up an old hobby."

Gamzee's eyes trailed to the cart Sollux had parked at the bottom of the steps, a chill going down his spine at the sight of faintly blue blood trailing down it's side. "Oh..."

Gamzee's eyes twitched back to Sollux, who just sighed. "I'm on my second kill, so don't worry. I don't kill in odd numbers. Plus, I've seen you making diamond eyes at Karkat and I'm not that much of a dick."

Gamzee let go off a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "Well, it's good to know I won't be adding to Aradia's fucking corpse collection-"

Sollux stiffened and Gamzee stopped dead. Shit. Fuck. He should know better. What was he doing bring up Aradia, fuck-

"It's... fine." Sollux sighed, bringing his hand to his temple as he steadied himself. "I'm fine. It's fine. She would've found it funny, anyways." Sollux forced a smile onto his face. "Besides, you're not wrong. She'd love to throw corpse parties for these motherfuckers in whatever rung of the Dark Carnival she wound up in."

Gamzee laughed politely and stepped aside to let Sollux in before the conversation got any more uncomfortable. Sollux plopped onto the couch, quickly propping his legs up on the table. "You got any video games? I somehow doubt you're much of a shooter fan."

Gamzee grunted, sliding him a faygo as he took his seat. "Nah. Tav got me into fiduspawn. You ever play that?"

Sollux snorted. "Funny story about that, actually. EQ got me into it. I was talking shit about it around him and he protested that NP was into it."

"Did he? Shit, man, good for him. He always kinda... rolls over around me. Motherfucker's always trying to please me."

"Well, yeah. It's NP we're talking about here. You'd complain is I started talking shit about Tavros."

Gamzee blinked. That was... oddly pointed coming from Sollux. Sure, every word sounded like a sarcastic insult when you put it in his mouth, but it sounded like he was trying to make a point. That suddenly serious stare wasn't helping, and it made Gamzee cough uncomfortably.

"Uh, yeah, I would." His eyes flickered towards the door. Towards the cart. "...Why?"

"You got any feelings for him?"

Now this was starting to get wildly out of character. Sollux was the last person to stick his nose into anyone's love life, unless it was to annoy Eridan somehow. Hell, people just being sappy around him annoyed him, which made this even more bizarre.

"Yeah, well, Tav, said he wasn't interested."

"He's not?"

"Look, bro, I appreciate it, but we don't need an auspistice. You can't mediate what ain't there."

"But you do feel something for him. You care about him, pitch, red, I don't care how." Sollux was almost looming over him now, even without standing up. Gamzee was beginning to wonder whether he should go for his clubs when Sollux sighed.

"Right, right. That.... probably doesn't make any sense to you. I'm sorry." He stood up, face not just sour like usual, but outright grim. "Let me show you what I'm talking about."

Sollux made his way to the door wheeled his cart inside, a chill went down Gamzee's spine.

"...Bro. Did you?"

"No. Gog no. Fucking Messiahs above, hell no! I cull trolls but I'm not a sick fuck who parades their corpses around in front of their friends."

Sollux looked down at the cart, at the body hidden beneath the crumpled sheet. He seemed far, far away for a moment, like his soul had been taken by the Messiahs themselves and his body was an empty shell they left behind.

"You... know Aradia's dead, right?"

Gamzee relaxed, more confused and sad now than afraid. "Yeah."

Sollux looked at him. "Do you know how she died?"

Sollux didn't need an answer and he didn't wait for one. The purple voids of his eyes showed behind his matching glasses. "It started... when Vriska abducted me."

"I was out doing my regular, bi-wipely rounds. Looking for two bodies for Aradia to preserve in a 'corpse party'. Or, more accurately, looking to make two bodies for her to preserve."

"I'd spotted a couple of burgundies, so I went to make my move. I'd barely seen Vriska's face by the time the bag was over my head and by then the needles were in my neck. My guess is she'd paid some FLARPers to help her. I know damn well she couldn't handle me alone."

"When I woke up, I was in Vriska's hive. She looked so... fucking smug when she had me all chained up. She explained what Aradia did to her. Talked about how she'd sent some ghosts her way... and she wanted to get even."

"So Vriska was going to have me kill Aradia."

"That's when the torture began. It was pretty amateurish, but that's all it needed to be. She just needed to distract me, make a crack for her to slip into... one opening was all she needed to grab my mind."

Sollux was staring down at nothing by the time he finished, bending the metal handles of his cart with his grip.

"I still remember the walk to Aradia's hive." He said, choking back something. "I could hear her scream in my mind before she even saw me."

Gamzee's hand landed on his shoulder, snapping Sollux back to reality. Sollux pushed the smaller clown back before clearing his throat. "So, the next time I left my hive, I decided to pay Serket a visit."

Sollux threw the tarp off to reveal Vriska's mangled body. Or, what was of it.

Gamzee took at a step back. The amount of patchwork Sollux had to do to get Vriska's upper torso back in one piece would be impressive if it didn't imply how grizzly the scene must've been before he started. Tellingly, Sollux didn't even try to put Vriska's legs back together. He just dumped the soupified slop into a box and put it on the bottom shelf of his cart.

"Jegus..."

"Yeah, I got carried away."

Gamzee backed up and fell onto the couch, mostly just to get away from the smell. Sollux pulled his two swords out of Vriska's head, wiping them clean in one quick stroke.

"So... why are you telling me this?" Gamzee asked.

Sollux seemed to think for a moment, staring at his reflection in the blades. "To try to understand." He waved his blades vaguely over Vriska's... "body" for lack of a better word. "Most of this was unnecessary. She died quickly but... it wasn't satisfying."

Sollux looked at Gamzee meaningfully. "I figured you could tell me why."

Gamzee's eyes widened. "Shit, man, you mean because..."

"Of Tavros. Yeah. Vriska killed him. The army won't take someone who can't walk and he has no where else to go. That's assuming someone like, well, me, doesn't just pick him up off the streets. He's living on borrowed time on a planet like this, and that's all her fault."

Sollux looked at Gamzee meaningfully. "So... is this satisfying to you?"

Gamzee sunk into the couch, staring up at the ceiling. "Fuck, man. You can't do this to a motherfucker. This is a lot to drop on me all at once." He looked at the corpse, trying not to curl his nose at the sight. "...I mean... no. Fuck, I'd hesitate to say anyone even deserves that, but mostly it just makes me feel... kinda sick."

Sollux slumped down. "I don't get it. This should be satisfying. We should be glad that she's dead, but we're not."

Again, Gamzee was there, suddenly resting a hand on Sollux's shoulder. "...Look, man. I'm sorry I'm not any help with this. Karbro is so much better at this shit than me, but..."

"...I guess it's not really her death that we're looking for. We're looking for a way to make it so all the problems she caused never happened. And... that's not gonna happen. I've accepted that Tav's not gonna get his legs back... and I think he's accepted that too. And, Aradia, wherever she might be now up in that Dark Carnival, knows that she's not coming back either. So... shit, maybe we should just... keep moving?"

Sollux stared at him blankly, before that default grouchy snarl crept back onto his face. "That's a really shitty way to end that spiel, you know that?"

Gamzee shrugged, that some color had bled back into Sollux's face. "Well, shit. I'm no Karkat and you know it."

"Yeah, you're not. I'd still be huddled up inside without that grouchy asshole."

Sollux sighed. Not tiredly, but like a weight had been lifted somewhat. With all that off his chest, Sollux tilted his head up. He nonchalantly lined up his swords and slid them down his throat, swallowing up his blades until only the hilts remained to dangled beneath his uvula. Gamzee squinted at him curiously.

"....What?"

"Shit, man, I have no idea how you manage to talk like that."

Sollux smirked, grabbing his faygo off the table and chugging it in two swigs. At this point, he was just showing off. "Very, very carefully. I'll teach you sometime."

Sollux threw the tarp back onto his cart and began peddling it out the door. "I'd better get going, the sun will rise soon." Gamzee waved him off as he opened the door, pausing just before he closed. "Oh, by the way. You owe me a game night. This one derailed."

Gamzee just nodded as Captor slammed the door, knowing that was Sollux-ese for "let's hang out sometime".

[heart-forge]

I know you do Not want dozens of messages about the dreaded game but as someone with too many hours in it... I agree with all your initial points (let me specifically say the voice determining pronouns/gender selection is the BANE of my existence) And I know everyone has a hard on for the w_tcher nowadays (I played all 3 too I’m licensed to say this) but the writers still have a penchant for brutalizing women and being as misogynistic as ever, nothing new obviously. There’s one big questline in this game that left me feeling hollow for more than a week and shit in media Never bothers me. It was so excessive and poorly handled. A lot of sloppy writing all around. For bringing this crud into your inbox I offer you my most sincere apologies. You can send me ugly telepathic thoughts in retaliation

Nah it's fine I'll tag it as something and promise that if you don't want to see me dissect a video game then you don't have to. TAG TO BLOCK IS: hfcb. extremely specific so it won't hit anything else, stands for heartforge cyberpunk. also I'll go ahead and shove it under the cut.

And again, for people who are worried I'm just sitting around to dunk on this game, my impression is still: I understand why people would enjoy this, but I'm getting the impression that fan content will forever and ever be more nuanced and genre-savvy in a real way than the original material will ever be.

Okay, full stop, didn't like the witcher that much either. like at the time I found geralt to be very novel in the sense that I always had the impression he was very typical macho hero, which was proven wrong in some ways: enough ways for me to like the story, but the game was kind of....well, agonizingly granular as I'm coming to understand is CDPR's speciality.

I think I made this point on my main but cdpr has been taking prewritten things and adapting them: and believe you me as someone who recently adapted a novel into an IF, it's still a lot of writing, but also take my word for the fact that you have the opportunity to fix a lot of stuff. If something rubs you wrong or if you want to push it further or reel it back you absolutely can, and I agree with your point that CDPR didn't bother with the witcher let alone cb. They could have easily just quietly nixed the "all sorceresses are sexpots because they choose to be because when given a choice all little girls want to grow up to be sexpots, and they all happen to have precisely the same idea of what constitutes a hottie with a body because women are all the same", but they didn't.

The good things about the witcher imo were already kinda there. They didn't invent Ciri or Yenn or Jaskier (frankly imo the show invented Jaskier but that's a different story). CDPr just added things like female characters constantly having their nipples out, an agonizingly in-depth level up screen, a crafting section that was so much work I just never bothered with it.

And I think that's what I'm hitting up against with cb. All the interesting things about cyberpunk as a genre are already there and it's very fun to experience them! I love body mods, I love scanning with your eyes, I love the whole cyber rebel against the world thing, and they did integrate that...but like, I hate how every conversation takes for fucking ever because while I'd normally love to sit and chat, my V can never say anything because I don't think cdpr knew what to do with a blank slate mc. The heist portion with Jackie was one of the best parts of the game so far, because 1) things happened faster, and 2) V got to be angry and scared instead of just kind of cynical and indifferent. There was real momentum and tension: same reason I loved meeting Johnny for the first time in the apt.

Also what was up with them making Kerry gay? Everyone on the TL was going on about bi kerry and I was like fellas aren't we usually very firmly against making gay men bi but then I looked into it and he was bi in the original game. why is he gay now. he's gay because they have two straight ROs and needed two gay ROs because again their understanding of gender and sexuality is about as nuanced as the main page of reddit (which is also a really apt metaphor for a certain aftertaste I'm getting from some of this writing: very you epic le win the internet, sir!).

[ravenadottir]

so i’ve been thinking a lot about s3 (i’m going through rough times lol) and i’ve especially been thinking about how i would change with the islanders or just throw them away completely. so that’s my question to you. which islanders would you tweak a little (or a lot let’s be honest) and which islanders would you just completely get rid of and create new one?

“so i’ve been thinking a lot about s3 (i’m going through rough times lol)”

but like, same! also, it must really be rough for you to think about season 3, and for that, i salute you, brave soldier!

now, i could create new ones, but i would give other islanders, from other seasons, a second chance. well, in their case a first chance, at all! let’s be honest!

☠ bill! you know i would throw him in the bin right away! nothing is salvageable there. not the looks, not the personality, and definitely not his shitty conversations and mayo talk! the only cute moments he has happens with every other islander, so that’s not exclusive to him. i have no reason to like the guy.

rohan > bill

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☠ lily. i absolutely can’t say anything about her, but like, toss her too! no flavor whatsoever. that trope of the “flirty enemy” is garbage, and she doesn’t have enough personality to do it. ione would’ve been much better, and truly make me feels something, but lily??? nah, my guy. toss it!

priya > lily

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☠ rafi... meh. not enough time in the villa, “flirty enemy” is really dull, and definitely not enough of anything to make me like him. there’s only one line i thought it was cool, and it’s when he tells us about his younger brother. that’s it. his entire personality is his facial expressions and i-

short king tim > rafi

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☠ ciaran. sorry, but... toss it! absolutely toss it! i don’t wanna date a child! “but vena, he missed his hometown, that’s why he gives the tour!” my guy, he was there for less than 24 h!!! they took the “friendly, sweet guy, that has a dog” and took it to a 1000 in 24 hours! sorry, it doesn’t cut for me, not even as a secondary character! the reason why i say this is because there’s plenty of people i didn’t romance in season 2, and were still essential to the villa. ciaran is definitely not one of those characters. he could’ve disappeared and i wouldn’t have noticed. toss it, and toss it good, so he stays there!

rohan’s twin: roman. juggler/law student > ciaran

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“stay the way you are” challenge:

❣ aj i would probably leave her the way she is. she’s not my cup of tea, romantically, but she is a good character, dumbness and puppiness included! she would stay the same.

❣ seb. i wouldn’t change anything. to me, he’s perfect the way he is, and i’m still butthurt he’s not an li.

❣ iona, to me, is great! i just wanted her to be more present, but aside from that, i like her! i like that she’s a bit prickly and if she was a li, even better!

❣ genevieve as well! i like her personality, and i think she’s really sweet. there’s nothing i would change, except for making her (if not your bff) closer to mc, regardless. ‘cause i do think mc and viv were meant to be friends, even if you don’t choose her.

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tweaking a little bit:

✎ nicky. keep him the way he is, but like, less sister talk!! i can’t when he talks about her, once is enough. they really gave him the “big brother” persona and that’s honestly a waste of potential, because he’s such a sweet guy. oh, yeah, and MAKE HIM AN LI, for fuck’s sake!

✎ miki... probably give her some more screen time, and maybe more of a stronger persona, presence wise. she’s not a bad character, but i often forget she exists, so maybe more of her own, not just participating on the group conversations. she really disappears into the background, and i’m certain an influencer wouldn’t be like that at all.

✎ camilo. more personality, and keep it consistent to the end of the season! and also make him think twice before calling me ‘mamacita’, because that’s kinda gross... i’m no one’s little momma! also, also, the family talk could’ve been way more interesting! it starts out so sweet, when he tells us about how loud and united they are, then he never says a thing about it, ever again! unless is about game night, proving the season is lame as fuck. and appearance wise, i would erase his pointy shoulders! it drives me insane! also smooth out his harsh-lines abs. it doesn’t look good. he’s a very handsome guy, but they did him dirty with that body outline.

✎ elladine. they did her so dirty!! she has zero personality on the bff route, and outside of it, we only get a glimpse from her past romances/life. i need more from her! waaaay more! she could’ve been the girl we all craved not only because of her looks!! a shy, thick girl that discovers she’s not straight??? come on, fusebox! spare some crumbs!

✎ harry i think is a good character. in general, he seems to be in tune with the personality they gave him. i just wanted him to look older. the size of his torso doesn’t fit in with an adult’s size, and he’s so adorably dorky sometimes! he would’ve been a great addition in the li’s cast if he didn’t look like an infant.

✎ yasmin started out great! i was intrigued by her personality and looks, and i was looking forward to get to know her better... then... that was it! everything she had to offer was everything she gave on the first date! like... what a waste of pixels!! she’s so dull, and so... unidimensional i think. no! she deserved more personality, waaay more lines and screen time! they did her dirty too!

✎ tai. CAN WE GET ANYTHING REMOTELY DRAMATIC IN HIM? no? ok, thanks so much! i know ten days is not enough to make someone have an arc, but that’s on fusebox, not on me. they did this whole season the way they did because they were saving up in character designs and customization. and for that, we lost the opportunity of having a longer season, and with it, arcs to be developed. tai is gorgeous, and his personality is great, but like... what you see is what you get, and there’s nothing deeper going on. he’s a bi guy that is gigantic and makes pottery. THAT’S IT. no heartbreak from the past, nothing he mentions about why he teaches rugby, and doesn’t play it. no family talk or anything. he’s just there, ready to go, and we didn’t contribute with anything in his personality. that aches me so much!!

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the season ruined amazing characters that deserved to be developed. i hate this garbage season, and i reckon it’s not the characters’ fault! we missed the opportunity of being an influence on their lives. so many boys and girls grow up from his insecurities in season 2, and it’s because of us! US!! for fuck’s sake, nothing happened in that villa. absolutely nothing!

[petersasteria]

Michael Jackson (III) - Haz Osterfield

Osterfield || Main || Taglist

Requested? Nah.

1,497 words

Based on Michael Jackson quotes. The one in bold is the quote.

RIP Michael 🤍

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“I honestly don't know why I agreed to do this.” You chuckled awkwardly as you sat across from Harrison. You haven’t seen him in a while, actually. Sure, you’ve known about his success, but you haven’t seen him in nearly four years. You really didn’t expect to be making a video with him during CoVID season. Safety precautions were taken, of course.

He gave you a small smile and you waved at him. Harry decided to create a small series on his YouTube channel called “Things I Never Asked You” and you and Harrison were the stars of his first episode. Harry lied to you and said that he wanted you to star in a short film and you felt betrayed when you got there. Harrison knew about the project and he was the one who suggested that you and him could do the first episode.

You didn't have the heart to say no to Harry because you knew he worked hard. It was only fair to be a team player and do your part. That's why you're here now.

When you arrived, Harry made you and Harrison go into separate rooms and write down questions you never got to ask on index cards. So when you sat down, you had your index cards on your lap as he was reading his.

“Ready?” Harry asked from behind the camera and both of you gave him a thumbs up. Tom was also there, watching.

Harry signalled that the camera was rolling and both of you introduced yourselves and said the name of the series.

“Who’ll go first?” You asked with a shy chuckle. “I know nothing.”

“I’ll go first.” Harrison volunteered and you nodded. Your hands were sweating and your heart was beating fast. You were really nervous.

“I’ll start off easy, don’t worry.” Harrison chuckled. “How’s life?”

You smiled, “Life is great, actually. I’ve been writing songs and I’m writing a picture book for children which is one of my dreams and I’m really glad it’s happening.”

“I’m happy for you.” He said genuinely and you said a small ‘thank you’. You looked at him and said, “My turn: how’s your love life?”

“My love life is great! She’s amazing and she’s sweet.” He answered and you nodded. “I know you well enough to know that there’s a follow up question.” He chuckled lightly and you smiled.

“You’re right, Osterfield.” You said softly with a small smile. “Follow up question: Is she the one you’ve been looking for?”

You stared at each other for a while knowing that, that was his reason for breaking up with you. He said that he realized you weren’t the one he’s been looking for. You just wanted to ask him if he finally found it.

He nodded, “Yes, I think so. We haven’t been together that long, but I can see our relationship progressing.”

You didn’t say anything else. He cleared his throat, “How do you feel whenever you see my face on social media knowing that we had history together?”

“Oof, wow. Um, I’m happy because I’m proud of you. I’m immensely proud of you. But at the same time, I’m also really sad because I end up reminiscing.” You told him.

“And because I got to ask two questions a while ago, you can ask another one.” You added. “It’s only fair.”

“Alright. Have you been able to move on properly?” He asked and you didn’t trust your voice to speak. You just shook your head and he nodded. That was enough for him.

“Did you ever miss me after our breakup?” You asked.

“I did. We were together for a long time and I can’t really forget about you after being with you for so long. But as days went by, I didn’t miss you anymore. You were just a memory, a good memory.” He said in honesty.

“I’m the one who’s heartbroken because of all these questions.” Tom whispered to Harry.

“Same.” Harry whispered back.

“Did you ever write a song about me?” Harrison asked and you nodded.

“My first album is all for you and so is my second album. All my past albums are all about you. The songs in each album are my love letters to you. The last album I wrote about you is my breakup album.” You told him.

“Yeah, I know that album. That album’s design had ‘us’ written all over it. I love the songs, though.” Harrison said.

“Thank you.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Did you ever really love me?”

“How could you ask me that question? Of course, I loved you. Don’t ever doubt that.”

“You loved me, but you didn't love me enough to work it out. Okay, so when did you decide that I wasn’t enough?” Tears were threatening to stream down your face as you desperately tried not to cry.

“Y/N-” He said sadly, but you were waiting for him to answer. “I guess I just didn’t feel it anymore. It’s like everything that happened between us was a dream and then I finally woke up. I woke up and realized that you weren’t meant for me.”

You nodded and sighed.

“Am I the reason why you’re not seeing anyone?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You said, your voice cracking.

“Am I the reason why you’re crying?” He asked again.

“Yeah.” You sniffed. “Was there something wrong with me that made you leave?”

“No. You’re fine just as you are. Don’t change for anyone, alright?” He said and you nodded, crying.

“We made it work, right? At some point?” You asked and he nodded.

“We did.” He nodded. It was silent between the two of you before he said, “You know that I’ve always wanted you to be happy. Are you happy?”

You stared at him and bit your lip to keep yourself from sobbing. You shook your head and said, "I'm not, but I will be at some point. That point isn't now."

"Did you meet her when we were together? If so, is that why you really left?" You couldn't help, but ask. "When you said your last 'I love you' to me, did you mean it?"

"Yes, I met her when we were together. That's not the rea— I guess that's part of why I left. And," He looked at you with sad eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it anymore."

The whole point was to take turns in answering questions back and forth, but you wanted so many questions answered that you just kept going. Harrison let you, though. He broke your heart and you deserved to be heard.

"Then why did you keep telling me you love me, when you liked someone else?" You asked sadly.

"I don't know. I'm sorry." Harrison sighed as he looked at you. It was then that he realized that he broke you. "If it makes you feel better, we didn't get together quickly. In fact, we got together a few months ago."

You gave him a look and so did Harry and Tom from behind the camera. It sounded insensitive and Harrison mouthed 'sorry' and you wiped your tears.

"What will I do to make you forgive me?" He asked.

You thought about it for a while and said, "Whatever you do won't benefit me anymore. I guess just— just love her the way you didn't love me. Give her all the love you failed to give me and make sure you mean every 'I love you'. I'll be the happiest."

Harrison gave you a small smile. He admired that you still wished the best for him despite the fact that he left you out in the cold.

"I know that giving all my love to her will make you the happiest, but what will make you happy again? The permanent kind of happiness."

"When I finally get over you and when I meet someone who isn't you; someone better than you." You answered and he nodded.

"That's all I have to ask. Thank you for doing this, Y/N." Harrison said softly.

"You're welcome. Thank you too." You gave him a tight-lipped smile as you wiped the tears on your cheeks.

Harry decided it was time to end it, so he did. He can just make up an outro when he edits. "That's a wrap." Harry said.

You turned to him and nodded. You got up from your seat and removed the mic from yourself before giving it to Harry. "Thank you for having me." You shook his hand and waved at Tom.

You left the place and never looked back. It hurt too much.

A month later, you got a bouquet of flowers on your birthday and a basket of cookies. It was from Harrison and it had a note that said:

Hi, Y/N! Happy Birthday!

I would never forget your special day. Consider this a peace offering and I truly am sorry. Have fun today. You deserve it x

-Haz

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[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Guns N’Roses when they discover that their girlfriend is bisexual:

A/N: Requested by this anon, and I couldn’t do anything but write it because y’all know my bi ass loves some bi-positivity. Also today is bisexual awareness day, so this is a gift to all the wonferdul bi girls/ bi female presenting people ( don’t worry bi nb/ bi boys, soon I’ll do the second part for you)

TW: Mentions of sex, curse words, mentions of internalized biphobia

Axl Rose:

You were constantly afraid that your boyfriend Axl could discover your secret.

You never told him that you were bisexual, too afraid of being rejected or laughed at. Everybody knew what Axl had said on people of the community like you, in the past, and even if he was growing and changing, you were still too scared to come out.

But a part of you knew it had to be done, if there was something Axl hated was liars, many people in his life destructed his trust, also everyday you were finding more difficult keeping the real you hidden, and you were afraid it could make you two break up.

You two were cuddling on the couch, not so invested in the random movie on the TV, he looked so calm and happy, smiling every time he looked at you, kissing gently your hand. You hated to burst his bubble of happiness, but you knew it has to be done, so you decided to gather the courage, and talk to him.

“Axl, I need to tell you something.” You wanted to sound chill, but your voice was trembling a bit.

“Did something happen? Is it bad?” Axl was getting scared, even if he was trying to hide it.

“I kept a secret from you, and I’m sorry. I’m…. I’m bisexual. I’ve never told you because I was afraid you would have found me disgusting, like all the others, I was scared that you thought I could cheat on you just like your exes, but even more just because of my sexuality. But I’m not more likely to cheat and I’m not confused. I-” You broke down, salty tears streaming down your cheeks.

You waited for screams, for insults, or any bad reaction. Would he left? Would he be angry with you because you kept a secret? Would he throw you out of the house?

He did neither of those things, instead he took you into his arms, kissing your forehead.

“Shhh, baby it’s okay. I’m not angry or disappointed, I know what I’ve said in the past and I’m sorry, I’m trying to change, and I could never hate my girlfriend, I could never be angry at you for who you are. I’m proud of you! And I hope to learn more and be a better boyfriend with you at my side!”

“So is it not a problem for you?” You asked, still unsure.

He shook his head, and kissed you softly, first on your lips, then all over your face.

Slash

You and Slash were slumped on a couch, pretty drunk, in the Hell House. All the other members were too busy or passed out to give a fuck about you two, so you were talking about random shit, like you usually do when you are not sober.

You were on your boyfriend’s lap, his arms around you and you were talking about his first time having sex. You were not shy to talk about past relationships, even the sex parts.

“Wait, you were really only 14? Fuck, that’s impressive! “You said with a giggle.

“How was your first time?” He asked you, taking a long sip from his Jack bottle.

Well, your first time was actually with a girl, they one that made you realize you had feelings for other girls too, rather than just boys. But you could have just lied and tell him your first time with a boy, right? I mean you were not out to him so it was the logical thing to do.

Wrong! Your inebriated brain didn’t want to collaborate, so you just started telling him the real story.

“I was older than you, like 17 or 18. I knew her for quite some months, she was my friend, and we did it at their parents’ house. It was great, until they come back earlier than we thought and I had to jump out of the window!” You laughed hysterically, but the look of confusion on Slash’s face made you stop.

Oh, fuck! You were so screwed!

“So it was a girl?” Your boyfriend questioned, completely chill.

“Yeah, I’m bi, so I like girls too. Are you disgusted with me?” You were usually never scared, but then your heart was jumping out of your chest.

“I could never be disgusted with you, baby. I’m just surprised that my girl likes girls too, but that doesn’t mean I don’t agree with that or I don’t support you. I’ll keep loving you, no matter what.” You kiss him on the lips, too happy to say anything.

“Plus I could use that as an excuse to have threesomes with some groupies!” He added, and you punched him on the shoulder with a smile.

Duff Mckagan

You were sitting at the bar counter, when you felt Duff’s long arms around you.

“Babe, something weird happened earlier, you can’t believe that!”

You were starting to get a little worried, but Duff seemed mainly amused, so it wasn’t something too bad.

“Okay so a groupie approached me backstage…” Well know you started to  get worried and a little jealous.

“And?”

“Well she looked me in the eyes and told me that she thought my girlfriend was into girls too. I was like What the hell? And she said you totally have like this energy, I don’t know she was weird, but I want to show you to her so she could prove me her point!”

Okay, now you were super scared. Because, you were bisexual, but Duff didn’t know that. So did you had to pretend that you are straight or be honest? But what if they already knew and it was all a test?

You decided to nod and follow him, just to not raise any suspect on you. However, once you had the groupie right in front of you, you stopped dead in your tracks.

Oh, no she was hot!

Of course, you loved Duff and didn’t feel any desire to date the girl, but hell if you were not in love him, you would have hit on her tonight. She totally made your bisexual heart skip a beat.

“Oh wow, she was right then!” Duff said surprised, looking at your open mouth. The girl just smiled, happy to have proven her point and left you two.

Those words brought you back to reality, and you started to feel a sense of dread inside you, while your eyes started to get wet. Fuck, you felt horrible, Duff would have left you and you couldn’t live without him.

“Hey baby girl, hey look at me!” Duff’s smooth voice said, cupping your face.

“P-please don’t leave me. I-I swear I love you!” You were so scared and desperate, while the void inside you kept growing.

“I’d never do that sweetheart! I love you so much, and this doesn’t change anything between us!” He hugged you closer, rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry if I didn’t tell you that I was bi sooner!” You said between the sobs.

“It’s totally okay, I’m proud of you for doing it now.” The blond answered with a smile.

“By the way, you have a great taste in women, if I was not your boy, I’d be your wingman!” He joked, kissing your forehead and your lips.

Izzy Stradlin

Today was not a good day for you.

For years, you had struggled with your feelings, you tried to keep them down, to convince yourself that there was no way in hell that you could also like girls, but they never went away. You just couldn’t understand, that was not normal, you were supposed to like either girl or boys, you had to choose.

But then, thanks to a friend, you realized that what you were feeling had a name : bisexuality. You never felt brave enough to come out, and you still felt like you were “wrong”, but things seemed to be easier.

However, since Izzy became your boyfriend, you felt bad keeping this thing from him, and also to feel in that way. You were not sure if he would ever accept you or not.

“What are you thinking? You have been pretty distant today, and I’m saying that!” Your boyfriend asks, with his usual calm.

You were bad and you clearly needed to take this thing off his chest, so maybe you could have talked about it with him? Izzy was a very smart and kind man, never the judging type, but still that’s different when it is about your girlfriend.

“I’m bisexual. I think I’ve known this since I was a teenager, but I’m admitting it with myself just now. I’m so fucking scared that you could hate me, or that I could hate myself, everything is so confusing and scary. But yeah, I’m sure I’m bisexual!” You bit your lips, nervously.

“Okay.” He simply answered, getting back to play his guitar.

“Just okay? No screams, or disgusted faces? No I’m proud of you?” You were happy that he didn’t seem angry, but still disappointed with his nonchalance.

“I love my girlfriend and this won’t change anything. I’m glad you realized who you are, but I won’t treat you any different. I loved you before and I still love you now!” He was serious, but then a smiled softly.

“Well I’m so glad you feel like this, I was so scared to lose you!” You admitted.

“Nah, I would never leave you. Oh, I’m proud of you!” He said at the end, gently kissing your lips.

Steven Adler

Your boyfriend Steven was on tour, and you spent much time thinking about whatever you should come out to him as bisexual. Sometimes you felt super confident while others you just kept stop imagine the worst, you loved him so much and the thought of him leaving you would break your heart, but also keeping this secret was eating you alive.

In the end you realize that you had to do it, but in a fun way, doing something that Steven would have loved and maybe that could have helped you being accepted, and what better way to do it that with a lovely chocolate cake, your boyfriend’s favorite.

So you started to bake, picking up all the ingredients and swaying  to some random music, hoping that it would have calmed you down a bit. Once the cake was in the oven, you prepared the frosting and also decided what to write on it : a simple “I’m bisexual” with two little hearts.

The doorbell rang right when you finished decorating, so you quickly put the cake in the fridge, and opened the door. Steven picked you up with force, hugged you tightly and made you spinning, all with a huge smile on his face.

“Babe I missed you so much! This tour was awesome, but without you there was something missing, like I needed my girl to be there!” He explained, getting inside.

“Well I’m here Stevie and you can spend as much time as you want with me.” You answered, kissing his nose.

“I’ll stay with you all the time. Oh, is it chocolate cake the smell I sniff?” He asked excited.

“Ehrm… yeah but it is a surprise, so sit and close your eyes.” You tried to hide your trembling voice and with shaky hands you put the cake on the table.

The blond drummer smiled, then he frowned, looking quite confuse. You felt like every bit of air left your lungs.

“Honey, what’s this?”

“I’m bisexual, I like girls too. I wanted to tell you, but I was too scared that you could have taken it the wrong way, so I keep it a secret. However, it was too much and I felt the need to tell you, please don’t go away from me!” You pleaded scared, just to be in Steven’s arms the next moment.

“ Hey I love you, you’re my girl, and I’m very happy that you decided to tell me this very important thing! I’ll always love you, no way I stop doing that. So please don’t be scared or cry now, okay?”

You were in tears, but they were happy ones. Your boyfriend held you even closer, keeping telling you how proud he was of you.

“10 points for creativity, that cake looks amazing, can we eat it now?” You cut a slice and gave to him, his smile priceless as he realized it was a two flavor one.

A bi cake though and through.

[absurdthirst]

Hey, sorry to bother you, but I needed to say this somewhere and get it out of my chest. So, most of my life I have identified as completely 100% straight. Sure, I found women attractive in the sense that I could recognise and admit when a woman was pretty, but it never was anything more than that. A few years ago I started fantasising about being with women (sexually mostly) and I even caught myself flirting with a few every now and then. Now, I moved into a new place and one of my roommates is so insanely attractive, like not just her beauty but her personality as well, and I find myself being smitten when I’m around her. When I sit alone at night to think about it, I am like “okay are we actually actually attracted to her, or is she just beautiful and we’re just astounded by her sheer beauty, just like we always did.” And I’m so so confused, cause like what does this say about myself? What am I attracted to (besides men of course). Like I’ve been having such an identity crisis for the past few weeks and idek what to do about it. I wanna figure myself out cause it’s something that has been bothering me for years. My ex-boyfriend used to say that I’m bisexual every time we had conversations like “oh have you ever slept with another guy/ would you?” Etc etc but I was always like “nah I’m not I just find women pretty the same way you can admit when a guy is objectively handsome.” But now, since I’ve met her I am not so sure anymore. I don’t wanna start calling myself bisexual when I may not be. And I know it’s a completely subjective thing, how you identify yourself, but I don’t wanna be like yeah I’m bisexual and then two years later I realise that oh maybe I’m not bisexual after all. I’m sorry this is a lot, but I just need some advice? Idk if advice can be given in this situation in the first place, but maybe another person’s perspective will help me somehow. Thanks a lot for listening!!

Well, how you identify is completely up to you. It might be her personality that draws you in and attracts you to her. You can be bi-curious. You can be pan, or bisexual with a general preference for men.

The idea that we have to have our shit figured out or completely line up with one sexuality is laughable and honestly something that needs to change. In my opinion, sexuality is fluid.

And the end of the love is love and who you like is who you like (age appropriate of course)

My advice? Don’t label yourself. Just go with the flow and see what happens.

[miyaniacs]

i already cried today, so i will thirst w/u instead 😡😤 can i pls get some hcs for my bois kuroo, akaashi, teru/oiks (you pick, luv) with their bsf/crush who’s never had their first kiss suddenly asking them to teach her? and yk it leads to them all tangled up in bed 😏 it just happened to me a month ago n’ now i gots me a bf 🥺 anyways, i hope you have an immaculate day, sending ya lots of luv, boo! xx

CAN YOU TEACH ME HOW TO KISS? 

There’s a Part 2 now !! 

okay so First of all : Congrats on getting yourself a man this way haha that's actually so cute !! ❤️🥺✊🏼 

warnings : some slight nsfw 

Oikawas is a bit longer and less nsfw buuut I just had to I'm sorry lol 

masterlist 

YAAA BOY KUROO is first: 

you walk up to him after his practice and straight up ask him. you told him all your friends are talking about kisses etc and you feel left out and also finally want this experience 

on the outside he's totally chill but inside tho. he's freaking out. 

he’ll be so confused but also proud??? like this was his fucking chance to make you his!! 

your at his, sitting on his bed, awkwardly starring at each other 

but he was a nervous wreck at the beginning 

but after you ensured him that you do want this his cocky self is backkkk 

his lips are millimetres away from your but he stops and looks you in the eyes to make sure AGAIN that this is what you want

yes he has a crush on you but that doesn't mean he’ll do anything you are not 100% sure of. 

after you nod he’ll softy kiss you, moving slowly so you’ll get used to it. His hand is softly grabbing your cheek stockig It while the other on is on is resting on your waist. 

yes he will tell you if you can do something better or tells you what he personally likes and he will show you how its done 

its like he’ll be presenting a whole powerpoint where he will SHOW you exactly how every single point is down - with every variation included 

after some time you'll get used to it and things start to heat up

he’ll be nibbling and softly biting on your lower lip making you moan

yes he did this on purpose because now his tongue is in your mouth and you're fighting for dominance. 

yes he wins lol 

but soon after, his lips are on your jaw, moving down to your neck, sucking and biting down on your skin, leaving marks for everyone to see. 

gathering your strength you flipped him over, sitting on top of him. 

he’s still smirking until his face drops and you can now only see pure love and lust in his eyes as you start to talke off your shirt 

originally you planned to leave marks on his neck too.. but his lips just magically force you to kiss them 

so your back again making out lol 

you start to tug on his shirt and he’ll gladly let you put it off of him 

now its your turn to stare bc this guy is ripped. you can't convince me otherwise 

you wanted to kiss his neck and down his abs but NOPE not today hny 

daddy mode is actived 

he flips you over again 

he’s living for it. seeing you lay under him, looking up through your lashes it drives him wild 

probably saying something like : “ nah babygirl, you wanted daddy me to teach you - so let me show you the real fun “

he’ll move down and kisses your neck again while his other hand is opening your bra / if you’re a guy or like me and takes every opportunity not to wear one, he’ll gets straight to work and starts messing with you even more 

uhm the rest is up for another HC lol 

you will end up sore af, with marks you won't be able to cover up, laying on his chest, his body wrapped around you, his hands stockig your back while he kisses your head. 

“you’re mine “ you mumble before falling asleep

OKAAY AKAASHI IS NEXT 

you probably start the conversation 

“hey Akashi, Bokuto told me you’re a good teacher, can you teach me how to kiss?”

he’ll blank stare at you and walk way lol 

so you'll run after him 

“akaaaashiiiiii please “ you whine the whole time 

after the 20th time he’ll stop and look at you 

The two of you are currently behind the gym

within seconds you're pinned up against the wall, his arms on each side of you, his face centimetres apart from yours 

“Y/N are you sure you want me to do this?” he ask in a low voice 

“ y- yes” you stutter taken back by his sudden change 

“Kitten I can teach you, but I need you to be absolutely sure if this is what you want”  because he is a respectful daddy ok?

after telling him again that you are sure of it he smirks 

“ let’s have some fun then” 

and his lips are pressed against yours 

he. is. so. soft.

he’ll be gentle af until he feels that your comfy 

then his dom! is starting to show

similar like Kuroo hell bite and suck on your lips 

trying his best to make you moan because that's what he always dreams off 

and now he hears you moaning his name and he goes crazy

he kisses your neck, sucking and leaving wet kisses 

your hands are wrapped around his neck pulling him closer 

he’ll probably lift you up so your legs are wrapped around his torso and he starts attacking your lips again 

as his tongue slips in your mouth you start to tense up. 

so he breaks the kiss and asks what's wrong

after you tell him that you have no idea how to frech kiss he’ll smile and say that that's what he's here for

hell guide you trough every step 

and yes he's a pro 

while catching your breath you ask him the one thing that's still in your mind 

“you got the keys to the clubroom right?” 

“thought you’d never ask” he smirks 

yes he taught you even more that day. and yes you continued this little arrangement  

for Study reasons. I mean. you wont become a pro with just one training session right?

okaYY last one I decided to do OIKAWA because this will be fun 

he’s your best friend and he has a big as crush on you ( vice versa ) 

and basically every girl has a crush on him 

and yes he went on dates ?? and had a few girlfriends ( not for too long tho) but you can say he's experienced right?

so on this Saturday night, you're having your normal movie night

and you kept on looking over at him not sure if you could ask him or if you were running your friendship 

but then the opportunity came. 

the couple in the movie started kissing. 

“ I wonder how this feels” you sigh 

“ feels what?” you looks at you confused 

“ Kissing “

“ohh you haven't kissed anyone yet y/n” he smiles 

“no,.., can you teach me how?” you blunt out 

“ Nawww finally taking advantage of me” he teases 

but rn he IS PANICKING

“yes. so please do me this favour tooruuuu” you whine 

“uhm.. okay I can do that” 

Sooo he moves closer 

and awkwardly places his hand on your face  

his face is moving even closer now 

you close your eyes ready to finally be kissed

but nothin happens? 

you open your eyes again 

and see sweat dripping down his forhead? 

“Tooru? are you okay?”

“ I - uhm - I - i just - I don't think this is right? I want you to do it with a person you have feelings for” he tries to save himself 

“that's why I asked you” you mumbled 

and he chocks on air 

“YOU WHAT”

“I like you trashy” you mumble und look up at him again “so please just kiss me” 

SOOOO NOW THERE’S NO BACK 

yes he is extreme happy to hear that, he likes you too. but there is one bis problem left. 

“Tooru? it’s not that you don’t know how to do it so just do it?” you joke. but you hit the nerve. 

THIS BOY IS AS INEXPERIENCED AS YOU 

“ um you see I like you too .. but ..,... I never ac-” 

“OMG WHAT?” 

“Dont make fun of me :( all the girls think I'm so great so I normally need to be good kisser - but I haver 0 experience so I never let others kiss me so no one would know about it and tell every one at school” he mumbles 

and you couldn't help it he was so cute???

you grabbed his face and kissed him 

after he overcame the shock he kissed you back and accidentally bit your lip lol 

but this made you moan and your moan switched something inside of him and he MAGICALLY knew what to do

so his kisses are soft, and still a bit awkward but he got better with every second 

so now he's kissing your neck, leaving marks while his hands grab your back and pull you down with him 

now his hands are on your ass and you’re making out again 

to get to the leaning part : you tell  each other what you like and what not 

because communication is KEY 

his hands are under your shirt, tongues fighting for dominance, you both knowing that you will not only be each others first kiss

but not today hny 

because his mother walks in his room 

dropped the cookies on the floor and slams the door shut 

yup mood is ruined  

you’re both tomatoes now and you will not come to his place anytime soon again