#got anything you wanna say to the class Victory?

[cyberwhumper]

 Victory has this recurring nightmare, right.

        He’s in a classroom. Buncha kids, whatever, and there’s a test going on. And he realizes he didn’t study for the test. And he’s freaking out a little, because this test is like a big deal or whatever, and it’s science. Fuckin’ biology, or something, all about “define homo teratogens” and “how did the first shifters get born” and “what are you hiding underneath that ball cap, Montez?” And he’s sitting there, and he realizes he can’t even read the words on the paper—like, the letters are all moving around and just not right, like it looks like corrupted data or something, but all the other kids are just working around him like it’s totally normal and fine, and one by one they all get up and hand their tests in until finally it’s just him sitting there frozen, and the teacher—who looks like his mom, because of course she does—keeps saying he can leave as soon as he’s done, he just has to answer the questions, just has to write down the answer, what are you, Victory, what are you, just say it, say the truth, say what it is that you are.

        He always wakes up real fuckin’ sweaty after that one.

        Hell, watching Rex right now has perspiration prickling at the back of his neck.

        It’s not really “revulsion,” per se. Like, Roga is making exaggerated gagging noises beside him, which Vic does understand—Rex’s skin is elasticizing, pulling apart over the swells of his muscles, liquid-stretchy and pale like pizza cheese—but Vic doesn’t think it’s that gross. It kind of makes him hungry. Not literally. Well. Kind of literally. He could fuck up some pizza right now. But it’s more of a metaphorical hunger. A craving, the same low buzz in the base of his skull that tells him he’s due for another hit of whatever he’s on that day. He knows exactly how good Rex feels right now, even as his bone marrow turns inside out and ligaments groan and creak with straining. Shifting is a hell of a high.

Roga’s gotten over his fake nausea and lost interest, back to chatting shit and loading guns into Dom’s truck, but Vic ignores him. He only has eyes for the monster in front of them. Rex snarls, jaw snapping open and then gaping impossibly wide, the angles of his face lengthening and distorting, the sound deepening into a guttural subwoofer growl that Vic can feel in his bones. Fuck. A fat bead of sweat runs down his back, and he damn near jumps out of his skin as it skims over the scar at the base of his spine, making the butchered knot of nerves underneath light up like fireworks.

He really wishes it didn’t make his dick twitch.

Blades of keratin and bone rip through Rex’s fingers, forming wicked black claws that score marks into the concrete as Rex braces himself to shake like the fuckin’ dog that he is. The last of his skin melts like snow and recedes under the mass of shaggy iron-gray fur, impossibly large in both physique and presence, heavy tail lashing back and forth, sending the scent of testosterone and teratogenesis rolling off him so strongly that even on his massive dose of suppressants, Vic can smell it.

It makes his mouth water.

He hates himself for that.

He hates himself for a lot of things, but. Ain’t the kind of nightmare he can wake up from. He turns away and lights a cigarette, feeling Rex’s burning yellow eyes hot on his back, sweaty, half-hard, hungry.

Fuck it. Maybe Dom will get him pizza after the gig.

[Fic by the exceptionally talented @bxtterflystxtches , who I have the honor of collaborating with for this event. Please show him some love!]

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can I request Glitchy red being followed around by a Child NPC with Ice types who he defeated..and at that moment they gained sentience/snapped outta the NPC behavior and now..travels and follows him around bc they’re like “WOAHHH YOUR SO COOL!! :00 :3” and like chats up a storm and and see him as they’re idol and as a big brother figure and wants to be friends with him headcanons? He isn’t lonely anymore! :3

Awe yeah wholesome times <3

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"I guess that's one way to break the ice!"

Although it may have been humorous to the player, Glitchy Red wasn't laughing at your post-battle line at all.

Nor did he feel any sort of victory in defeating you, one of the only NPCs with a functional Pokémon battle.

You did have some high-leveled ice types for such a young trainer class, but that just reminded him of how broken this game is...and how you really weren't any different from the others.

You were merely puppeteered by scripted dialogue, standing in the same place forever as you handed him his prize: a thousand pokedollars.

Yet he didn't wanna take them. He had millions in his inventory already, but it was all useless to him.

So he tries returning them to you, insisting that you deserved it more.

But you don't even react, instead repeating that same phrase over and over again.

"Take the damn money, kid. You need it more than me."

"I guess that's one way to break the ice!"

"I swear if you say that one more time..."

"I guess that's one way to-!"

"Shut up." In a small fit of frustration, Glitchy Red takes your hand and puts the money into your palm himself, fingers curling around it as he stares intensely at you with glowing eyes.

Yet his anger quickly subsides..and he wonders why tf he thought anything would be different with you.

He's just so lonely here and wishes somebody would wake up.

But after seeing you glitch, he steps back and thinks you're gonna disappear into oblivion thanks to him.

He turns away, not wanting to see it.

However he barely takes a few steps forward before he feels something grab the back of your shirt.

And it's...your hand????

"Red, it's you!! The champion!! Oh my gosh...what happened to this place? Why is everything so weird?"

He's stunned into complete silence, taking a moment to process the fact that someone must've heard him.....because you broke free of your programming!

He doesn't know how you did it or how he could've done it, but he's shocked as he watches you heal your Pokémon, bringing out the Cloyster, Dewgong, and Lapras he just defeated.

"Everyone! This is Red, and he's the coolest!! Can you believe we had a chance to fight him???" You whisper excitedly to your team, completely aware of the tall menacing glitchy man standing next to you.

Ever since then, you've been following him around the map, but mostly in Glitch City where you saw the same anomalies as him.

Yet you weren't have a total freakout or a crisis over it like he did....as you're too busy chatting about everything you admired about him.

And even though you have sentience now, you still retained your habit of using ice-related puns

He's certain you're mistaking his achievements for the actual Red's...or the version of himself in Gold that got casted as a "final boss" NPC.

However, you didn't seem aware of that. So who was he to crush your dreams?

Especially the dreams of the only other character in this cursed world that liked him and could talk to him?

Besides, being deemed a failure by his creators and basically left to rot took a toll on him....he never thought himself worthy of praise or positive attention.

Not even the words from NPCs helped, because he knew they were all scripted lines written into the game. They were empty.

But he believes yours 100% because you're alive and truly do mean them.

You wonder why he looked so angry all the time...and when he finally tells you the reason, he's afraid you're gonna run off scared.

Yet you hug him and promise to never leave his side.

That also makes him absolutely TERRIFIED of you possibly despawning/getting corrupted from touching him...

But nothing bad happens at all.

He may have shed a few tears after hugging you back, only to hide his face with his hat after letting you go....completely denying the fact he was crying.

Although he doesn't show it, he's genuinely happy not to be alone anymore and finds living here a little more bearable.

[lizzieislife94x]

First Love (w.m)

Requested<3

Wanda x G!P reader

 Both legal age 19 in high school

AOU era for wanda so if your picturing wanda picture that era 😊🤷🏼‍♀️

Requestes are very much open message me if you want something all feedback is welcome

Y/ns POV:

"Do we REALLYY need to go to the game I don't want to watch a cocky Tony Stark running around thinking he's the man for scoring a few touchdowns" I pout to my best friend Amy as she laughs at me I'm trying my best to pretend I don't wanna go but I secretly do I've been seeing the head cheerleader Wanda Maximoff she's so fucking beautiful but no one can know I have an image to up hold if people around the school see me with her being all loved up they'll think I'm soft I didn't get the title of the schools bad girl over night I worked to build it but wanda is an absolute sweetheart she's the good girl around these halls well so everyone thinks trust me I've seen her being naughty and I've heard the language that slips past her mouth when we manage to get somewhere alone but in everyone else's eyes she's the good girl I'm the bad girl.

"Hello y/n" I'm snapped out my thoughts by Amy gently shaking me looking at me concerned "are you ok your where somewhere else" I cough and shake myself snapping back to reality "yeah I'm all good sorry just zoned out what where you saying" I give her my undivided attention "yeah I was saying you're coming to the game tonight if you like it or not I'll drag you there" I laugh and throw my hands up in surrender Amy is one of the few people I like in this place I'm never mean to her she's actually my best friend "you win you win ill go" I pretend giving her the victory "ok pick me up at 5pm that's enough time to get home and change " I smile as we say our goodbyes as I walk over to my pride and joy my motorcycle my precious baby I put my helmet on and climb on putting the keys in and starting her up I quickly look left and right and spot wanda as she spots me and I nod and wave without being seen by anyone as I can guess she blushes and waves as I drive off towards my house it takes me roughly 25 minutes to drive home as I park I run inside and go to my bedroom to get some black ripped jeans and an over sized hoodie to match after I get ready I goto the kitchen and make a quick ham sandwich I eat it and grab my phone and keys and head towards the door but stop myself I quickly shoot wandaa text 

Me: Hey I can't wait to see you do your thing tonight I had to pretend I didn't want to come tonight to Amy but I think she bought it 

Wanda: Oh my god 😂 least she doesn't suspect anything I can't wait to see you tonight I miss you y/n after the game meet me in the maths class 

I smile like an idiot as I gently bite my lip before I send another text

Me: I know ! I miss you too wanda and you got it babe see you in maths after the game

I walk out and head to my bike as I put my helmet on and drive towards Amy's house as I pull up and I grab my phone.

Me: I'm outside get yo ass out here bitch 

I put my phone away and wait a few minutes before she appears "well you took your time dickhead" I laugh as she hits my shoulder playfully "shut up let's go" she puts on the spare helmet and climbs on holding onto my waist as I drive towards the school it takes us 15 minutes to arrive and leaves us 10 minutes to get to our seats as we find out seats and get comfortable my eyes look for wanda and instantly land on her making me smile as if she can feel me she locks eyes with me and smiles as I mouth "you got this babe" she bites her lip and nods I honestly want the game to start so it can end I'm not here to watch the men run around I'm here to watch the good girl my good girl that owns my heart do her thing.

After the game I whisper to Amy "ill meet you outside in an hour I have something I need to do" she doesn't question me she just nods in agreement as I make my way to the math class room making sure no one sees me as I arrive my smile is beaming "hey baby, fuck I've missed you" I say walking towards wanda grabbing her waist pulling her in for a kiss which she happily returns as her tounge roams my mouth I savour the feeling, once air becomes a problem I break away and rest my head on hers "I've missed you too y/n" I look into her eyes for a second "we don't have long baby and I need you now" she whimpers making me giggle as I let my hands rub her ass "I have the place to myself this weekend do you wanna spend it with me we can  actually spend some proper days together" I say as she beams me a smile "I'd love to y/n" I smirk and push her against the desk as I start to kiss her neck earning precious moans from the redhead I feel her hand rub my crotch and moan against her neck "fuck wanda" I moan gently as she continues to rub my groaning member "I need you inside me y/n I've missed having you inside me I feel so empty when your not inside me" I bite my lip and smirk at her begging as I pull her panties off in a quick motion earning a surprised gasp making me giggle I quickly bend her over the desk and run my hand down her body admiring her as she spreads her legs I quickly push my ripped jeans and boxers down as I grab my dick and rub it through her dripping cunt lubing my cock with her juices "yes fuck y/n" she moans gripping the desk as I slowly slide myself into her waiting cunt "fuck wanda no matter how many times I fuck you you're always so fucking tight" I groan as I thrust hard bottoming out inside her "uhhhh shit don't stop uhhhh" I smirk as I run my hand round to massage her tits over her top as I start to thrust harder and faster both of us moaning messes the sound of skin slapping would easily be heard by anyone walking past "this pussy belongs to me, say it "

I growl into her ear as she whimpers beneath me the sounds of her soaking pussy only turning me on more "fuck y/n you own me you own my pussy its all yours no one elses baby" I lift her legs allowing me to get deeper as I fuck her harder feeling her walls gripping my cock, I increased my thrusts and look down as she creams all over my cock "fuckkk fucckk fuckkk baby I can't oh fuck" she screams making me smirk "fuck wanda I'm gonna cum but I don't have a condom on" I say with my eyes closed as my release fast approaches rushing towards me "pull out quickly " I instantly listen and pull out as she sinks to her knees and takes my cock into her mouth making me moan as my head rolls back making me grip her hair "shit just like that wanda it's coming" she tries to say something but fails sending vibrations up my dick causing me to crash over the edge I moan loudly as I feel my cum shoot down her throat after a few seconds she stands up and pulls me into a kiss "I have to go but I can't wait to spend the weekend with you baby getting to wake up to your beautiful face" she says as she walks backwards towards the door as I fix my jeans and boxers "me too ill see you Friday after school beautiful " and just like that she's gone, fuck I'm so inlove with this chick this is gonna hurt, I shake my head and laugh to myself as I go to the front of the school and see Amy waiting for me we both get onto the bike and I start the drive to her house to take her home then make the short drive to my house.

AN: this was a request I hope you like it requests are open I do them almost right away hahaha stay hydrated people hope everyone has a good day/ night word count is 1.5k 

[idontplaytrack]

Accidentally kiss with any auli’i character please I want fluff all cute a little silly

Stage Fighting

Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, some coarse language, mentions of violence(stage fighting)

In which, reader and Lilette’s stage fighting assignment don’t go as planned, but in the best way possible

Somewhat inspired by the Victorious episode lol.

Today was Monday. And you’ve just been paired up with Lilette for an assignment on stage fighting. You’ve worked with nearly everyone in your classes for different assignments and projects and by far, Lilette was one of the few people that you could really get along with. You’ve always felt that your teammates were freeloading before, but once you got to work with Lilette, you realised that things just weren’t as stressful as you knew it to be.

The first order of business was to settle on scenarios and characters. You and Lilette decided pretty quickly, then went ahead with fully planning out scenarios and movements. The class concluded before you knew it and you went the rest of your day without seeing her since she wasn’t in any other of your classes today.

But, the girl seemed to have figured out your schedule. Because she was waiting for you outside your classroom and startled you when you exited the room.

“Sorry!” She gasps, “Gosh, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You chuckle, “It’s fine. What’s up?”

“Nothing much, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out then maybe we can work more on the assignment? Settle on as much as we can then we don’t have to worry about it and just rehearse until it’s time to ‘present’ it.”

“Oh, sure! I’m free.” You agreed, “Where at?”

“Well, my place is a no-go because my Mom’s gonna be there and be upset with me over nothing. I can’t wait for her to go back home.”

“No one’s home today so we could go to mine? If that’s okay with you.”

Okay, look. You and Lilette didn’t only just met in acting school. You last saw her when you two were nine, which was the year you had to move away because your Mom got a job position in another state. The last memory you had with her was your ninth birthday party, then you never saw her again until you got into this school. And shit, you literally had to do a double take when you first saw her again because this girl made your heart skip a beat. You’d suddenly fallen for her and you didn’t know what to do other than keep it to yourself— you two weren’t that close anymore. And you even thought that she wouldn’t remember who you were, but she remembered. Once she saw you, her eyes lit up and she called you by your name. You were shocked.

Anyway, back to right now. You drove the two of you to your place. She’s never been here before and you could only hope you didn’t leave this place a mess— luckily, you didn’t. But damn was your memory bad sometimes, you could barely remember if you did even make your bed that morning. “Make yourself at home.” You smiled, shutting the door. “You…wanna get some takeout?”

“I don’t mind.” She shrugs, “Not that hungry yet, but if you want to order anything just go for it.” Lilette was sat on your desk chair, you walked up to your vanity and let your hair down then ran a brush through it.

“Okay.” You nod, “What do you feel like having?”

“I dunno, anything really.”

“Indian food? There’s this really great place not far from here.”

“That sounds delicious.” She agrees, “Anyway, we have until Friday. And we’re— I would say about 40, 50 percent done.”

“Yep.” You sat down on your bed, “For costumes, I think we could definitely just use our own clothes that we already have instead of having to go out and buy new stuff.”

“Oh, yeah. For sure. So, a mugging scenario. Would you want to be the person who gets mugged, or the person who is mugging the other?”

“I can’t decide, honestly. Been thinking about it since we decided on this situation and nope, no answer. So maybe you pick what you want?”

She laughs, “Okay. I’ll uh, I’ll pick. I’m gonna go for the mugger. They wouldn’t really expect that of me, so I guess it’ll be a nice surprise for the class.”

“True, true.” You giggled, “It definitely will make them pay attention, that’s for sure.”

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The next day, first thing in the morning, you had gym class with Lilette. The teacher decided the best thing for this early morning class was a game of dodgeball. And your clumsy ass was nearly obliterated several times. But worst of all, your teammates were rough— pushing and shoving around like you were invisible. Pissed, you were ready to run off the court when the bloody ball hit you right on the head while you were faced the other way and taking off the sash. You were already out of the court, but still. That didn’t stop them. You fell forward, feeling that thud and throbbing in your head soon enough. Someone yanks you back and unsteadily, you spun around. “Fuck!” You muttered. You could barely stand up still, falling onto whoever caught you.

Oh, hell. How on Earth did this even happen? You felt their lips on yours and that’s what snapped you out of it— you pushed yourself off so quickly and stumbled away. “I’m so sorry.”

“Wait!”

Wait a minute, you knew that voice.

“Are you okay?”

You laughed giddily, “No…Lilette.”

Lilette?!

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“I know, don’t worry about it.” Lilette assured, “Are you—”

“Go to the nurse, y/n.” The teacher came running up to you, “You’d better go make sure you don’t have a concussion.”

“I’ll take you, come on.” Lilette says, putting her arm around you.

Well, that was no fun. Turns out, you did indeed have a concussion and it had you throwing up like a broken faucet for awhile. You felt disgusting. That afternoon, you were back home and your Mom was making lunch while you rested in your room. You heard the doorbell ringing and the front door open.

Less than a minute later, your bedroom door creaks. “Hey, you.”

It was Lilette.

“Lilette.” Your eyes widened slightly, “What’re you doing here?”

“Just wanted to check on you and hang out.” Lilette shrugs, walking inside and quietly shutting the door.

“I’m…okay, just still pissed, really. Why’d they have to slam that damn ball right at my head? Like, I know I’m not great at sports but is that a good enough reason to nearly take me out?”

“I’m glad you’re alright.” She smiles. “I brought you something.”

“Oh?”

“These.” She holds up a plastic bag of things, you took it from her.

“Aw, you remember?”

“Hey, we were friends for a long time, y/n.” Lilette chuckles, “I’ll never forget your favourite snacks.”

“You didn’t have to…”

“Come on, we all need a little cheering up sometimes. I’m just glad you’ll be okay.”

“Again, I’m really sorry about the— kiss.”

“Honey, don’t worry about it.” Lilette promised, “Seriously.”

You gulped, feeling the bile rising up your throat. You rushed out of bed and ran to your bathroom to spill your guts. As if you had anything left in you to do that.

“I’ll go get you some more water, okay?”

“Um—” You sniffled, “How about a popsicle instead?”

“A popsicle? Sure.” She nods, exiting your room after getting you settled in your bed again.

She soon returned with what you’d requested and continued to sit with you. “Can I tell you something? Before I chicken out.”

“Okay.” You hummed, nodding your head as you unwrapped the treat.

“I uh, I’m bi.”

“Oh.”

“And I’ve found myself developing a little crush on you when I saw you again for the first time at school.”

“You—”

“I don’t want to make things weird for you, so if you don’t want to be associated with me another, I—”

“Lilette.” You stopped her, “I’m gay.”

“You are?” Her eyes looked like they were going to bulge out of her head as she blushed, “Oh, good. I thought you’d hate me—”

“Oh, I could never.” You chuckled, “Trust me.”

She squints, “So—”

You nodded and her eyes lit up, “Really?”

“Yeah.” You confirmed, a bit tearfully, “I— I like you too, I just didn’t know how to say it because I wasn’t sure if you—”

Lilette leans in, wanting to kiss you but you backed away, “Mm, no— no, I just threw up.” She settles for your cheek instead, caressing it afterwards.

“So…” Lilette licked her lips, “What are we?”

“Well I guess, we’re girlfriends now, what do you think?”

“I like the sound of that.” She grins, holding onto your hand. You tossed the popsicle stick into the trash can by your bed and she gently pulled you closer to herself. You let it happen, now laying your head on her chest. “How are things going at your place?”

“She refuses to take the hint and go. I rushed over here as soon as school let out because i just couldn’t stand being home with her. I said for the weekend and today’s Tuesday already.”

“You can stay here in the meantime if you’d like.” You offered.

“I might have to take you up on that offer because otherwise I’d have gone crazy by the end of the week.” Lilette scoffs, stroking your head gently.

“Stay as long as you need.”

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[gentlyjimin]

“If I could chose my dream, I just wanna stay right next to you.”  - kim namjoon, tokyo 

words: 1.3k

warnings: n/a, mention of religion 

work is unfinished, i am posting to see how well it is received.

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“You know,” you started, eyes locked on the same person that your friend couldn’t help but glance at for the past half an hour, “for someone so confident, that guy sure does render you speechless.”

Unamused, Jimin turned to look at you.

“He’s not just some guy. He’s the guy.”

“The guy?” You repeated, brows raised. “What does that even mean, the guy?”

“Do you know who the guy is? Jeon Jungkook.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“No-no,” he scolded after catching your eye-roll. Jimin shifted in his seat and moved closer towards you, “he not only led our lovely rugby team to victory the moment he joined it, but he also-“

“Got rid of all the dickheads and makes sure the team takes care of drunk people at parties.” You finished for him, unable to suppress a smile at Jimin’s unphased expression. “The Vatican should make him a saint.”

Jimin’s huge crush on Jeon Jungkook was evident the moment the sport star turned the entire team around. You’d argue that it existed the moment Jimin saw Jungkook, but your friend was adamant that it didn’t. He was also adamant that he didn’t suit short hair, but everyone knew Jimin could very well pull off being bald if he wanted to.

Jimin continued to deadpan you.

“What,” you laughed, “Jungkook’s a good person, nobody has ever said otherwise. He may be the guy to you, but-“

“Oh?” A light voice suddenly cut you off. 

Speak of the devil and he will arrive. 

“The guy to you? Do you have anything to tell me, sweetheart?” Jungkook continued. He directed his question at Jimin as he sat down and stole one of the fries that sat in front of the other man.

“Nothing that you don’t already know,” Jimin answered with a wink, to which Jungkook laughed while continuing to munch on the fries.

As the two fell into a hushed conversation, you shifted your gaze away from your two friends. Although the three of you sat together, their conversation felt too private to listen to, even as a friend. Instead, you moved your gaze to where you last saw your own crush. He was still there, still working away. He was wearing a dark brown, long sleeved shirt that you noticed kept getting in the way as his fingers glided across the keyboard in front of him. The long sleeves kept shifting the pages of his book. He didn’t seem to mind, though. You found that admirable about him; not only did he look good in brown, but he was patient. It may seem silly, but you found that small things like pages moving when you don’t want them to move was big enough to irritate a lot of people, including you.

Not him, though.

Last week you saw a girl trip and spill her coffee all over his jeans and notes. You could feel your heart break as you watched the pages soak up the dark liquid, but he didn’t even look at them. He jumped out of his seat to help the girl the second she fell. You could faintly hear her apologize to him, but he told her to not worry and that they were just notes.

If you didn’t know better, you’d say you were in love with him. 

Jungkook was one thing, but the Vatican should consider Kim Namjoon a saint.

You couldn’t help but internally cringe at yourself. If you rolled your eyes at how in love Jimin is with Jungkook, Jimin would straight up vomit if he heard what you were thinking right now. 

“You know,” Jungkook’s voice brought you out of your thoughts while you considered what you could possibly wear to a saint-decleration, “I could introduce the two of you. He tutors me in Philo, we take the same class.”

You sighed, wishing so very badly that you could take him up on the offer, but you were too afraid that it would all go wrong. Although you considered yourself to be a fairly confident person, you were not blissfully ignorant. You and Namjoon have never spent time alone together. All that you know about him, you know because the two of you are close to the same person. 

Min Yoongi. Both of you were also familiar with Seokjin and although you considered him a friend, you knew that he was closer to Namjoon than he was to you. 

“Listen,” Jimin started, picking up on your hesitation, “Taehyung is throwing a party this weekend. I know for a fact that Seokjin will be there, which makes it more than likely that Namjoon will be there too.”

Jungkook nodded, “which makes it a perfect setting! You guys won’t be alone. If you hit it off, great. If you don’t, we can come rescue you.”

“Exactly,” Jimin continued, “but either way you’ll get to know whether this is something you want to pursue, or if you should leave it alone and move on.”

You gasped in fake-offense, “move on? How could I possibly move on?”

It was Saturday, 7:36pm and you were halfway through getting ready. You had been texting back and forth with Yoongi, who had confirmed that Namjoon would be there tonight. You had also reassured Yoongi that if he needed an out at any point during the party, you’d be there for him. 

You were aware of his social anxiety, and how much it took for him to attend events like the one tonight. Although you didn’t know the ins and outs of what he had to deal with, you knew enough to offer support and reassurance. When the two of you were 14, there was one particular school event that Yoongi had to attend, a school concert of sorts. He was forced into doing a piano solo, but his set was delayed and cancelled because he was unable to breathe from the nerves. That was the first time you saw the extent of what your childhood friend was dealing with. Since then you promised to be his rock, his stability if and whenever he should need it, if it would be helpful. Sometimes your presence was helpful, sometimes it wasn’t. But Yoongi never shoo-ed you away. Not once. So you stayed, each and every time. 

By the time you finished getting ready, Yoongi had already texted you that he would be there to pick you up in 10 minutes.

This is good. You told yourself. You’d finally get to talk to properly talk to Namjoon, see what he’s like. You loved spending time with Yoongi, and he loved spending time with Namjoon, so surely you would love to spend time with him too?

Of course you will. 

Why were you so nervous? You were never nervous to meet people. You looked hot, felt hot. Why were you nervous?

A horn sounded outside. Has it already been 10 minutes?

“Ooooooh,” Yoongi scanned you up and down as you slipped into the passenger seat, “you dressed up just for me?”

You laughed, “you like?”

“I do,” he laughed, pulling out of your driveway, “and I’m sure that he will too.”

Yoongi knew. Of course he knew. How could he not know? Your interest in Namjoon was clear when you interrogated your friend after each time the two of them hung out.

“Do you have a plan?”

“Ah yes,” you mused, “I will show up, seduce him and hook up in your car. You’ll leave the keys inside for me, right?”

You saw Yoongi roll his eyes.

“I don’t have a plan. I just hope it all works out, that’s all.”

“Why wouldn’t it work out?”

“What if he doesn’t like me?” You hated how that sounded.

Yoongi clicked his tongue.

“Why wouldn’t he? Not only are you hot, but you’re interesting. And as far as I can tell, that’s what he’s after. He likes people with substance. You have plenty of substance.”

You almost blushed. Compliments from Yoongi were not a common thing. This one you’d cherish.

“Can you just repeat that, I didn’t get a chance to record it.”

“Oh ha-ha. Save that attitude for Joon.”

Joon.

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don't want to want you

college au. desmin and dominic have spent a lot of time together, but desmin struggles to identify and admit the feelings he has for him.

warnings: mild cursing, slightly steamy bit but its for the plot (nothing graphic whatsoever), internalized homophobia and ableism, descriptions of anxiety

Desmin liked the cool feeling of the wall against his back as he leaned against it, closing his bedroom door behind him. He had three classes back to back, one of which he had to lecture at (which he hated), then another hour at the library for a midterm. His phone had been off since that morning when his mother called, only to criticize him for his career choice, again, with thinly veiled insults and back-handed compliments. It was yet another reminder of why he and Eleanor agreed to move out together the second they graduated. 

It was seven by the time he got home; he didn’t feel like eating dinner and went back to his room, deciding to relax with some music and a book. He blasted the old rock through his headphones—completely noise canceling, exactly how he liked them. He checked his phone first, though, skimming through notifications. He noticed Isabelle posted something on Instagram and mindlessly scrolled for a while when a text came through. 

Dominic Blackweather

heya handsome

Desmin rolled his eyes. He didn’t exactly enjoy the nicknames he gave him, but he would put up with them for his sake. Their relationship was…complicated, to say the least, but he enjoyed some of the things he got out of it. He was a good friend, but he refused to admit anything more between them beyond physical chemistry. 

Another text showed at the top of his screen. 

Dominic Blackweather

I’m bored. Wanna come over?

He thought for a moment, then stood. Surely leaving him on read for five minutes wouldn’t hurt him. Desmin took the headphones off of his ears and laid them around his neck, poking his head out the bedroom door. He didn’t see his sister, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t home. “El?” he called out, walking towards the kitchen. They had a whiteboard calendar for the week there, and when he read it, he remembered she was having a date night with James. He never liked him, but he learned to tolerate him for her sake. The faster she dumped him, though, the better. 

He shot a text to his sister quickly, telling her Dominic was coming over to give her fair warning. She sent back far too many winking emojis and he texted Dominic. 

Me

Eleanor is out. Come here?

 Dominic Blackweather

omw. bringing food

Me

I ate 

Dominic Blackweather

no u didn’t I’m bringing pizza

Me

No olives

Dominic Blackweather 

you got it 😉 

He sighed and left his phone on the counter, grabbing his book from his room and sitting on the couch until he heard a knock on the door. He checked his watch, noticing it had been about twenty minutes, which was good timing. “Come in,” he called across the small living room. 

He heard the hinges swing open and Dominic’s voice ring through the apartment. “Delivery!” he announced, laughing as he kicked the door behind him. “Extra cheese, no olives on my half, just for you.”

“You don’t like olives on pizza.”

“I don’t. But I thought of you.”

With a terrible smile, he sat on the couch next to him and threw the pizza box on the table. He grabbed one of the paper plates from on top of the box and dug in, serving himself two slices and leaving the box open for him to grab someone. Slowly, he did, taking a slice for himself. 

“It won’t kill you to eat some junk, man,” he said, mouth half-full of pizza. He sat up a little straighter, wiping some of the pizza grease off of the corner of his mouth. “Rough day or something?”

He curled his legs up to his chest and carefully balanced the plate on his knees. “You could say that,” he muttered, taking a quick bite of his pizza. 

Dominic nodded. “Five bucks says it's your mom.”

“I’m not paying you.”

“Bingo!” He laughed, excited for his victory over nothing, and took another bite of his pizza. Thankfully, this time he didn’t speak with his mouth full. “Tell you what. You tell me about your day, and when we’re done with this pizza, we can go back to your room and I’ll help you relax.”

He wouldn’t admit it, but the casual way he suggested such things flustered him. He hid behind the slice of pizza, eating intentionally slow so he could figure out how to respond to all that. After processing it all, he nodded, though he didn’t speak much, other than to say, “I don’t need to talk about it.”

He sighed at him. “Look, that’s your business. I offered. But I am not sitting my ass inside on a Friday night to not get laid. If you're gonna be lame, you enjoy your pizza and I’m going clubbing with Izzy.”

“I wasn’t rejecting you, Dominic, I was just saying we can skip the talking part.”

A wide grin spread across his face. “I was going to eat this entire pizza in one sitting, but I think that’s a bad idea, actually.”

Desmin made a face—as much as he enjoyed Dominic’s company, he still had a few habits he would classify as ‘teenage boy behavior’ and it was…slightly gross. “Brush your teeth first, please,” he muttered, almost under his breath. 

He laughed. “Anything for you, sweet cheeks.”

One of these days, Dominic was going to be the death of him. 

***

Desmin barely stepped inside his bedroom door when Dominic all but sprung on him, like a cat. Surprisingly, his actions were gentle, like he was trying to ease into their plans for the evening. One hand played with the hem of his shirt, and the other ran through his hair. Once this part of their evening started, he mentally closed himself off—he didn’t talk much, tried not to think, and just focused on Dominic in front of him. And after the day he had, he thought it was well deserved, too. 

He was many things, but he wasn’t patient. Dominic moved far too slowly, so he turned the two of them around and pushed him against the door, hands finding either side of his face and kissing him hard. He heard him mutter something about him being eager, but he decided to ignore it. 

After fumbling with his shirt to get it untucked, Dominic ran his hands up his sides, under his shirt. It sent a chill up his back and his shoulders tensed involuntarily. He barely thought when he moved next, just reached for his hands and took them both, pushing his wrists above his head. He pulled away, leaving Dominic chasing his lips, but his cold glare stopped him. 

“Don’t,” he muttered, tone flat and unimpressed. 

He watched as something flashed in his eyes, though he didn’t know exactly what. “Sorry,” he said, so his grip loosened on him. 

Dominic knew his rule full well. If they were going to hook up like this, touching was out of the question. He, first of all, didn’t like it. It felt strange and foreign to him and preferred to be the one doing it. However, he had a second reason, one that he never explicitly stated but he knew was generally understood: there were no attached feelings in this. And touching made it too intimate. 

He noticed Dominic seemed a little less enthusiastic after this, though he wasn’t sure what to do about it. He backed off a little, letting go of his wrists entirely and slowing his pace. He wanted nothing more than to keep moving, but he wasn’t the only person involved with all this. Even though he didn’t want to have any feelings attached to his relationships, he generally respected them as friends, if not something else. Dominic was his friend, first, and he didn't want to hurt him for whatever reason. 

“Talk to me, Dominic,” he muttered, lips leaving his and slowly trailing down his neck, stopping just above the collar of his shirt. “Nothing unless you tell me what you want.”

He felt his hand against his face, guiding him to look at him again. He spoke barely above a whisper, leaning into him. “You, Des,” he said. “Just you.”

***

He didn’t look at the clock again for several hours—the next time he did, he realized he’d fallen asleep for a little while and it was near two in the morning. Dominic was next to him, snoring quietly but sound asleep. He looked a little cold so he pulled the blankets over his bare arms, tucking him in a little more. Now woken up and likely unable to sleep for some time, he went out to the kitchen to get some tea and find the novel he’d been reading earlier. Once he got the tea, he decided to read on the couch, not wanting to wake Dominic with the light. 

His attempts weren’t entirely successful, considering he heard the door to his room squeak open, and as he looked over his shoulder, noticed that Dominic was padding towards him, rubbing his eyes. “What’re you doing up?” he mumbled, words slurred with sleep. “Come back to bed.”

The idea made him freeze for a moment—the way he phrased it, half asleep or not, sounded like this was something regular, something normal, something involved them spending the night in the others bed and it being comfortable and cozy in the morning, not an awkward walk of shame as he got back to his apartment fast enough to get ready for work. 

“I’ll finish my tea,” he said, trying to dismiss the anxious thoughts before they truly upset him. “I don’t mind if you sleep here, just go back to sleep.”

“It’s weird when you’re not there.”

Desmin grit his teeth, jaw tensing. He didn’t want to have this conversation right now, especially when he was trying to wind down for bed. “Go to bed, Dominic.”

He didn’t look over his shoulder at him, but he could hear the frown. He sat down on the other side of the bed, having gotten dressed in, apparently, a pair of his pajama pants and one of his hoodies. For a moment, he thought he looked adorable, but banished the idea immediately. There wasn’t a proper time for that. 

“Are we going to talk about this?” he asked, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch over his legs. 

Desmin closed his book with an impatient huff, leaving it on the coffee table next to the couch. “Talk about what, Dominic?”

“Don’t give me that look,” he said, head hanging to avoid him. He didn’t know what ‘look’ he was giving him, but apparently he didn’t enjoy it. He tried to look a little more patient but doubted it worked. “One moment—one moment you’re a great friend and we’re having out how normal people do. And then we have some fun for a while. I’m fine with that. But you act like I’m some…some disgusting thing for the next couple hours. Why?”

“I don’t think you’re disgusting.”

“That’s not what I asked. You certainly act like you do.”

He huffed—this was Dominic being argumentative, in his mind. He curled his knees to his chest, putting a barrier between the two of them. Clearly, this wasn’t a conversation he wanted to deal with, but Dominic was stubborn when he wanted to me. He wouldn’t drop it. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say. I thought we were just hooking up. I told you I didn’t want to get involved with anything serious,” he said, his tone plain and disinterested. He could tell it upset Dominic, but there was no point in hiding it. 

“What if that’s not what I want anymore?” The volume and pitch of his voice raised, hugging his arms tightly around himself. He took a deep breath, clearly trying to relax. “I know I’m not kidding myself. Nora sees it too. There’s something more between us but you refuse to admit it.”

Desmin stared at him, eyes wide as he spoke. There wasn’t—he couldn’t believe he would suggest something like that. This is why he didn’t want to get involved with feelings—it made things complicated and messy, and he didn’t like either of those things. “What are you saying, Dominic? That you’d like to date me or something?”

“Is the idea of that actually so revolting?” he asked. “What’s so wrong with me that you think it's so terrible?”

He opened his mouth to say something, but bit his tongue. Literally. There was nothing wrong with him, he needed to understand that. Nothing he said was going to reassure him of that, he was too upset about all this. But this is why he didn’t do friendships and he didn’t do relationships. Before Dominic, it was strange if he saw the same person twice to hook up—this was new territory for him, too, and he was pushing it farther than he was ready for. 

“You don’t understand.” He took a sip of his tea, though he noticed the cup shook slightly. He hated that he did that; if his face didn’t show his anxiety, his hands did. Eleanor, affectionately, referred to him as a chihuahua and received many death glares for it. In a situation like this, he didn’t want to show how much the conversation affected him. 

Dominic crawled forward a little, sitting just in front of him on the couch. “Then help me to, Desmin. You don’t talk to me—not as much as you used to. I can’t know what’s going on in your mind if you don’t tell me.” He reached towards him, going to hold his cheek, but he flinched away just as his fingers brushed his skin. 

A million thoughts ran through his mind at once. He wanted to run, go back to his room and keep the door shut, pretending like the world outside of there didn’t matter. Unfortunately, it did. Eleanor spent ages trying to convince him that he was allowed to feel things, and it made him more human than he liked to act, but he struggled. When it was something he wasn’t used to, it panicked him. His chest felt tight and there was a pit in his stomach, eating away at any confidence he had a few hours prior. Somewhere in the back of his mind, though, there was a strange, warm feeling. It was Dominic, after all. Besides Eleanor, he was the person he trusted most in this world and he knew he could be himself, at least to a degree, around him. 

His voice shook as he tried to explain. “All my life, I…” he trailed off, the words leaving his mind as he spoke them. For such an eloquent writer, he struggled to speak frequently, and it frustrated him to no end. “I’ve just learned, over the years, that this—” he gestured between the two of them— “this isn’t possible. It’s not realistic for me.”

Dominic looked like he just kicked a cat when he said that. “Why would you think that?” he asked, very carefully placing his hand on top of his—this time, he didn’t jerk away from him. “Desmin—”

He felt the tightness in his chest worsen, though he forced himself to continue. “I’ve spent the last twenty years being told there’s something wrong with me. Mentally, emotionally—I’ve never been normal, and I finally resign myself to living a life isolated and alone, then you come along and ruin that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you—”

“For the love of God, Dominic, there is.” He gasped quietly, but he didn’t pay it much mind, too wrapped up in his own head by now. “My mother spent all of my teenage years telling me that there was something wrong with me because I was too involved with my damn books, so I threw myself into school work. But that wasn’t enough because I struggled making friends, unlike Eleanor who was the most popular girl and had to drag her friendless brother out. I had no social skills, so when I tried to make friends, it blew up in my face. Then I get older, and I started to realize that I didn’t have an interest in dating, then I realized I didn’t have an interest in dating girls, and—“ he cut himself off with an aggressive cough, the words getting stuck in his throat. He took a deep breath and started over. “My mom went through my phone and found out. Wish I could say it was the first time she hit me, but it wasn’t. Just probably the worst.”

He refused to look Dominic in the eye, pulling his legs tighter to his chest. He still felt tight, but there was something a little relaxing about getting it all off his chest. The silence seemed to last forever, though—he expected him to say something sooner, but all he heard was the muffled noises of the city around the apartment. 

He reached for his mug to take a sip of his tea, but as he picked it up, it slipped out of his hand and hit the floor. He let out a string of curse words under his breath, seeing the mess of broken glass and reddish brown liquid all over the wood floor. 

“I’ll get it,” Dominic said, standing quickly to grab paper towels and something to clean up the glass. He opened his mouth to protest but lost the words the moment he did. He just laid his head on his knees and took deep, deliberate breaths. 

The next few minutes passed in silence, the only noise was the ruffling of paper or glass scraping the floor as he swept. After a moment, he felt the couch sink next to him and Dominic sit, leaning against his shoulder. 

“Can I tell you something that may or may not make you feel better?” he asked. “You don’t have to talk.” Desmin nodded, so he continued. “I don’t think any of that stuff’s wrong with you. It just makes you you. And I think you’re clever and sarcastic and wicked smart, you’re kind of a prick sometimes but I’ve learned to love it about you. And you care about the people you’re around, and you’ve got a heart that’s so much more involved than you like to pretend it is, you love learning and helping others learn—and you’re just confused and scared and we can figure it out, alright?”

He didn’t respond, though he listened to every word he spoke. Sitting next to him like this was comfortable, moreso than he wanted to admit. He didn’t lean into him, but he didn’t pull away either. Not when he leaned his head on his shoulder, either. Confused and scared—he hated the idea that someone thought this about him, but maybe if it was Dominic, he could learn to live with it. But out of all of it, he hung onto one word. 

We.

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