#he is an idiot and i love each snd everyone of the

[lawyer-of-louis-de-lioncourt]

(sighs)

I bet Armand was sooo excited to come home with his stolen sunglasses too. Just had a great lunch and got some cool shades out of it. He was hoping Louis would roll his eyes in fond exasperation and Daniel would say something mean to try and cover up the fact that he thought it was kind of hot. Maybe they even got past that unpleasantness with Claudia while he was having his day out. But no. They had to go and think about the things he specifically told them not to remember.

[zenxvii]

character: go kyung-jun x fem!reader

kdrama: night has come

!!: thoughts are in italics

🫶🏻: childhood friends, protective go kyung-jun, friends to lovers

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y/n had just got out of her room walking around the halls. She wanted to get out of this hellhole as soon as se could, she couldn’t bear to see anymore of her classmates die.

Passing by rooms she knew where se exactly wanted to go. She had walked towards the cafe in the building not knowing all the trouble inside it.

- y/n pov

I had wandered through the halls and got closer to to the cafe. I heard lots of voices from there so I quickened my steps. There was lot of people standing there and in the middle there was Hyun-Ho fighting with Kyung-Jun.

“What the fuck is going on.” I whispered to myself noticing it didn’t catch anyones ears.

Kyung-Jun had roughly pushed Hyun-Ho and he slammed against the wall. “Alright! Isn’t this enough now!” I said strongly and went to push Kyung-Jun away from the other man.

“You stay here.” I told him and went to help Hyun-Ho up. “You okay?” I asked him as I helped him up. He nodded at me and gave me a smile.

I could feel Kyung-Juns burning a hole onto me head, but I didn’t mind it. “I don’t get it. Why do you guys have to fight at a time like this.” I breathed out and shook my head.

“y/n’s right.” Our class president agreed with me. “We should go now.” He continued and mentioned that we should go downstairs and meet everyone in there.

I watched them leave and Kyung-Jun slumped on a chair and kicked the table. I sighed and exited the cafe and went to a girls bathroom to look for a medkit.

Once I returned to the cafe I saw Jin-ha and Seung-Bin also sitting around the table. “You idiots.” I said and their gazes turned to me. I sat on a chair next to Kyung-Jun and gently pulled his chin between my fingers.

“Why do you start fights.” I asked him and started to clean his wounds. He didn’t answer but hissed each time the wound pained him. I just sighed and cleaned his wounds.

After cleaning his wounds I turned to Jin-Ha who was on next chair next to me. “Head this way.” I told him and he turned his head to me. I started to clean his wounds but then someone yanked my hand back.

“He can clean his own wounds.” Kyung-Jun told me but I didn’t listen and yanked my hand back. “Don’t get in my nerves now. I bet you guy started the fight but let me help out a little.” I said and turned my attention back to Jin-ha.

I don’t get why was Kyung-Jun like this. When we were young he wasn’t violent he was kind. I miss the old him who wouldn’t just throw fists around. But I do love this Kyung-Jun, he treats me well. I’ve tried to told him to stop fighting but he still hasn’t, maybe someday.

Kyung-Jun had stayed silent as I cleaned the duo’s wounds. “All done. Now stop doing unnecessary shit like this, you’ll just draw suspicious to your way.” I said and shook my head and the trio just stayed silent not matching my gaze.

“Let’s go then.” I told then and got up. Jin-Ha and Seung-Bin got up as well but Kyung-Jun just sat there. “You two go ahead.” He told them and they just obeyed and left. Leaving me and my cranky boyfriend in the cafe.

“What is-“ “Do you love me?” I started to ask but got cut off by Kyung-Juns question. Do I love him? Of course I do.

“Of course I do. You know it.” I told him snd walked up to him. “It didn’t seem so.” He said and made eye contact. “What do you mean “it didn’t seen so’” I quoted him “Why did you go at Hyun-Ho first when I’m your loved.” He said and that’s when I knew what was up.

“Are you jealous?” I teased him and he sighed. “Of course. That jock freak has liked you for a long time now.” He said face turning into anger. Huhhh?? Hyun-Ho likes me?? Well damn.

“We both know I only love you.” I said and sat down next to him taking his hand onto mine and squeezing it a bit. “I love you.” I told him again.

He gave me s faint smile before standing up and pulling me into a hug. “I’ll make sure we get both out of here. Together.” He reassured me. And I nodded to his chest.

-

Few nights later

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We were at a swimming pool looking around. I felt like it was pointless but I didn’t give up, I believed Yoon-Seo she was one of my best friends.

I was all the way back almost other side of the room and I heard people talking bit then I thought I saw something in the water.

I crouched down and tried to look again, but I couldn’t see anything anymore. Weird. I tried to look around with my hand and putted it in the water moving it around a bit.

Nothing. I started to get up but then felt a strong tug and I was face first in the water. I gasped and water filled my lungs as I tried to swim back to the surface. I got back to the surface and started coughing and saw Kyung-Jun and everyone else running to the side I was on.

“y/n!” He screamed as he reached me and extended his hand. “I’m okay..” I said and tried to grab his hand but then something tugged me again and I was underwater unable to swim back up.

I heard a splash and felt arms wrap around but my vision was blurry. I gasped for air when I was back up and started coughing hard.

I was in Kyung-Juns arms and Jun-Ha pulled me up as Kyung-Jun tried to lift me. I got on the floor still coughing and people gathered around me. Kyung-Jun basically jumped out of water and came to me.

“What happened?!”

“Are you alright!”

I was getting bombed with questions. “I..” I tried to speak but nothing came out. “Shut up!” Kyung-Jun shouted at everyone l. “Leave her be. She needs to rest!” He said and picked me up in a bridal style and started walk away.

“Message the plan then. Now I’m taking care of my woman.” He said and walked away leaving everyone behind.

He took me to a room and wrapped a towel around me. “I thought I was gonna die.” I told him and felt tears starting to form. “But you’re not. I don’t know what happened but from bow on I’ll protect you always.” He said and wrapped his arms around me.

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End🙏🏻

What did tug y/n😨 Could it be the ghost..🥶

[brandwhorestarscream]

Hey! I'm from KOBDSS' ask

It was "KOBDSS, but breakdown is the carrier of jettwins and wildbreak"

Ok I've been sitting on this for awhile and ngl kinda struggling, cuz. I'm not too great at puzzling out three way relationships 😅 but I think I'm finally getting there

First and foremost! Unlike previous iterations, I think the three of them will be triplets here. They come as a huge shock to everyone, and Knockout is the first to know whilst diagnosing his mate's sudden restlessness and inability to keep fuel down. Knockout is stunned to see a grand total of 5 infant sparks orbiting around Breakdown's. Seekers are always born in threes, but one of them split in two so there were 4. Add Wildbreak for a clean 5

They know the chances of Starscream being the sire of at least one is inarguable. They have... a weird relationship with their commander. Knockout and Breakdown have been conjunxed since long before the war, back when Veloctiron was still online and still the hottest, fastest place in the universe. They've always known of Starscream, he's infamous among the decepticons. But they'd never actually met the guy or been under his jurisdiction until earth, snd though their relationship is certainly a bit looser and involved now, there's still... a sort of wall there. Starscream is a massively distrustful and paranoid individual, and it took months of coaxing and careful flirtation to get him to even consider their propositions. Even when their sexual rendezvous' became semi-regular, and friendly(ish) visits even moreso, it's clear he doesn't trust them and is guarding his spark closely. He doesn't love them, doesn't think they love him, and has been beaten down and torn apart too many times to even entertain the idea. KOBD are fully content and emotionally fulfilled between each other, and while they do care for Starscream to a degree, it's more friendly than the deep and romantic love they hold for each other.

Which... somehow, makes it more awkward. If they were all a big happy united threeway sparkbond, it would be easy to tell him. They'd better be able to gage how he might react. But with him holding them at arms length and vice versa, and the seeker being so volatile, they can't even begin to guess what he'll do. What he'll think.

Knockout knows they ought to disclose it as soon as possible. After all, it's an important medical condition. But... he's worried. They both are. Breakdown has made it clear, right from the moment he found out about them, he can't stand the idea of a termination. He knows they should. They both do. An active battlefield is no place for a bitty let alone several, and they're not in a position to guarantee their safety and shelter from the war's ever evolving fallout. But the idea of snuffing them is too cruel, even for the two of them. But if they tell the wrong person or things escalate negatively, there's the risk Lord Megatron or Starscream might order their termination anyway. And while the two of them have already resolved to fight for their litter if they have to... they both know it's a fight they'll lose.

Soundwave is the next one privy to their situation. He's the calmest and most reasonable commanding force on the ship, and realistically, if anyone could get them greenlit for parenthood while also not being ejected from the warship, it's probably Soundwave. They're hoping he'll smooth things over with their big boss, because everyone knows Soundwave can do no wrong in Megatron's eyes. If the news comes from him it'll seem less bad, right?

Right!

...except Soundwave does little more than acknowledge their situation and quietly file it away into the logs. Informs them to act at their discretion: if they want maternity leave or to be excused from battle, that is Lord Megatron's will alone.

These two idiots take the "act at your discretion" and run with it. They're just....... waiting for the right time to tell Starscream. Maybe once he's recovered from his last beatdown from Megatron a bit, or comes to loiter around the medbay when he's in a particularly good mood and looking to gossip. Yeah, they'll spring it on him then, and gently ease it in with a cup of some hot energon and some embarrassing story plucked from one of the hapless vehicons. They're bracing for impact and trying to dodge the inevitable. The idiots

Their stupidity unfortunately does eventually lend itself to tragedy. Thankfully they've avoided any altercations with the autobots recently, and Breakdown has been listening to Knockout about not exerting himself. The carrying cycle is progressing nicely and Soundwave has been approving theor extra energon intake without question. Everything is great.

And then everything goes to shit because of MECH

Everything plays out just as it does in canon. A clash with Bulkhead, taking hits and plunging in head first like he really shouldn't, dragged away by the humans and put under the knife. Having his optic ripped out of his head, having pieces of him removed and cut away. It's a traumatic, horrifying experience, and by the time Bulkhead arrives to free him he's bleeding from a very inconvenient place. Breakdown doesn't know if his greatest rival truly didn't notice or if he was refusing to acknowledge it, but he's glad for it either way. Starscream shows up to get him back, and Breakdown manages to hold himself together until he gets to the medbay

Knockout is waiting for him, and already knows the grim reality: Breakdown had never experienced such a spark-deep, lacerating pain than when one of their sparklings reabsorbed into him, premature bond shattering and leaving him a howling, roaring mess strapped to that concrete slab. Even now it persists, as his internals constrict and twist trying purge what would have been one of their bodies.

He looks like a mess stumbling into Knockout's arms, face still torn open, a gaping hole of wires and energon where his eye once was, chassis soaked in blood from their experiments and thighs just as wet, leaking a trail of blood behind him. The second the door whooshes shut behind them Breakdown collapses, crumbling to his knees and starting to scream even as his bondmate rushes throw his arms around him. It's so much, it's too much, everything is visceral pain, everywhere, from the farest reaches of his limbs to the cold void growing in his spark. It's agony, pure agony, as he desperately clings onto Knockout hard enough to dent and scratch and scrape, bawling and screaming in ire so loudly it surely echoes out into the halls. It's all just too much.

And then, to make matters worse, Starscream arrives. Bulkhead may not have noticed but he did. He can think of several reasons a mech might be voiding internal energon from his interface array, and none of them are positive. One look at the two of them immediately confirms his suspicions, and the only thing he can ask is, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Why, indeed. Breakdown immediately starts hysterically rambling, that he's sorry he knows they should've said something sooner but he's sorry this is all his fault and he's so sorry-

Explanations can wait, evidently. They need to get him taken care of, first.

Thankfully, a quick look with the mirror and a medical scan reveal that three of them are still there. Obviously stressed, vibrating at a higher than usual frequency, but still anchored safely to him. Not immediately in danger of reabsorption, and it's a huge, bittersweet relief. Three of them survived, might still survive all the way to emergence. The happiness is of course overshadowed by the loss, but this discovery feels like a glimmer of hope nonetheless. Knockout gets to work patching him up as seamlessly as he can, precise, loving hands eradicating wound by microscopic wound. Breakdown gets a tiny bit of carrier-safe sedative, to relax his body enough to safely operate while keeping him semi-coherent. They talk the whole time, all three of them. About... what to do next, about what the future may look like with three sparklings soon to be born. Starscream agrees that, if any of them have wings, he'll willingly care for them and be their parent. If they're all grounders, then... he'll of course be civil and be more forgiving about time off for the two of them, but he won't be involved. It's a fair arrangement they can all agree on.

Of course, that all goes out the window when the three of them are born. Starscream himself didn't even realize how excited he was for their birth until Knockout announces the first one is a grounder, and his spark leaps because he doesn't care. He doesn't care if they're a grounder or a flyer, his spark lurches in a joyful way it hasn't done since before Vos fell, and all at once he realizes that he wants to be involved in these bitties' lives whether they're actually his or not. They'll need all the help, all the love they can get, and he wants to be there with them regardless of what frame they are.

Then the next two come out as jets and he's somehow even happier, because this means he'll have someone to teach about the sky and all it's wonders, and it's somehow an even greater happiness. The three of them are beautiful sparklings, each somehow with Knockout's unnaturally pretty, elegant face. The little grounder looks just like his carrier as far as his colors go, mimicking him near perfectly, but his alt mode is achingly different but so familiar. "He's just like Wildrider..." Breakdown murmurs, optics faraway as he remembers his family from so long ago. They name the eldest Wildbreak, at Knockout's insisting that Breakdown be included too. The split spark twins inherit names from the sky, from long dead relatives they'll never meet: Jetfire and Jetstorm. Neither Knockout nor Breakdown has any complaints, so their names are settled on swiftly. With that out of the way their exhausted parents can all settle in on and around the bed, bonding with their newborns and whispering back and forth to each other about just how wonderful their precious sparklings are 💖

[tojiscrack]

since j cannot stop thinking and DREADINGGG the angst, i have theories on how the rest of the storys gonna play out (sorry if this is incoherent i am on my deathbed, and my thoughts are all scrambled so um)

OKAY SO. i think.. k*mo and mermaid will get together. (😐) cuz we know he likes her, and like how IIIII interpreted the tutoring scene and how fast they clicked, is shes gonna develop feelingd for him as well (EVENTUALLY) BUT!!! this is gonna cause distance in mercupines friendship BECASYEEE

i think he has SOME sort of idea about his feelings for her?? maybe not fully come to terms w it? but i think he recognizes that he feels differently towards her then like, he feels towards nobara (and not that shes his childhood friend) but its also the little things, like when they had that movie night, and he was FIGHTINGGG nobara to sit next to mermaid, and in one of the recent chapters w his football helmet.

LIKE theyre both definitely huge idiots but i like to imagine that hes a BITT more in terms w his feelings

(i also think hes BEEN aware of his feelings for her since the middle school chapter i rhink??? whenever it was when he was acting “weird” towards her. BCWUASEE we never found out what was wrong w him, so im just imagining it to be he has like an “OH FUCK I LIKE HER” moment.)

back to y/n, i think she LIKES megumi, but like doesnt really know it?? shes not aware of it, shes CLUELESS!! i just reread the scene w tsumiki and kamo, snd from my understanding, pretty much everyone knows they like each other (💀)

adding on to the “kamo x mermaid” (WHAT is their ship name) i think when theyre together, kamo is gonna get jealous of megs and hers friendship (maybe not JEALOUSSS but i feel like hes gonna be like “can u distance urself he obviously fucking likes you” (perhaps even beinf like “do u like me or him??” 👀)), but idk how she’ll react?? like i could see her being like “no hes my BEST FRIEND and he does not like me like what r u talkinf about” OR “hm okay but im not COMPLETELY cutting him off..”

i also think kamo x mermaid wont be like.. a “serious” relationship?? IDK maybe it will be but they are NOT endgame (mercupine 🤞)

okay this is off topic, but you follow the jjk storyline as close as you possibly can in a “everyone lives/nobody dies au” (WHICH IS RLY GOOD its one of many things i love about this fic and ur writing) but will anything happen to tsumiki?? like (jjk idk what chapter spoilers!!) ik she dies (or her body does at least) but BEFOREEE that she was in a coma (i think thats what it was i need to rewatch jjk). ik shes a huge part of megumis canon character, and im just wondering if itll play a part in this fic

one last thing becayse this was WAYYY longer then intended (i apologize), but i think itll be interesting to see how mermaid is gonna take the angst seriously?? regardless if my theories are close or way off, the only way to resolve angst is by handling it seriously, or by dying but i HIGHLY doubt that will happen, and weve never seen y/n in like a serious situation. the only one off the top of my head is when megs was acting weird, AND EVEN THEN she did NAWT like beinf serious. im just waiting to see her step outside of her comfort zone to resolve this becahse weve never really seen that side of her. IM JUST INTERESTED IN WHICH DIRECTION YOU TAKE WHEN WRITINF HER LIKE THAT

(i also lowk cant wait for the angst so i can assign sad songs to their scenarios 😶)

ooh a prediction? gimme more 😋👍🏽

(on a separate note, gET WELL SOON, I WAS SICK LIKE 3 OR 4 WEEKS AGO AND IT WAS HELL, I WOULD NOT WISH IT ON MY WORST ENEMY 😭)

‘i think… kamo and mermaid will get together (😐)’ — at least TRY to hide ur distaste, damn 😭🤚🏽

but interesting, very interesting. i cannot confirm nor deny, ‘cause you will CONTINUE to go into this story blindfolded (even if i wanna spill the beans so badly) 😋

‘and this is gonna cause some distance in mercupine’s friendship’ — well… it wouldn’t be angst if something didn’t go wrong 🌝 i just won’t say if that’s how it’ll play out or not 🙂‍↕️

‘i think he has SOME sort of idea about his feelings for her??’ — if i speak rn— 🙂‍↕️ all my plans would go to shit so i’m just silently smiling to myself LOOOL 😭 i also like the comparison between nobara and y/n, i think mercupine’s relationship is quite different to their relationships with anyone else in this story, and for a variety of reasons than what you might think

‘i also think he’s BEEN aware of her feelings since the middle school chapter i think??’ — sure! 👀

yeah the scene with tsumiki and kamo was to showcase how other people view y/n and megumi’s relationship 🌝 idk if everyone has thought of them as an item, but yeah, quite a few people have considered it, and they might be lowkey shipping them internally. the only person who’d try his best to do smth about it would be satoru, the instigator 🫣

i propose mermotionless their ship name unless something better comes along lol 😭 but interesting take. quite interesting, for several reasons i cannot reveal (ofc) but we shall see how everything plays out 👀

okay now to answer ur questionnnn:

JJK219 MANGA SPOILERS IN BOLD AND RED: when i put in the tag ‘everyone lives/nobody dies’, it is VERY much factual. like, i understand her character in canon had a major influence on megumi’s own character, but in my story, i’ve changed it slightly so that while what she believes matters quite a lot to him (he has a super small inner circle that she’s a part of, really) not everything he does is for the sole purpose of her living a good life (i mean, it’d be pretty dramatic seeing as it’s a highschool au where curses don’t exist — like i introduced sukuna as a demon LMAOO). that being said, yorozu will NEVER be intertwined with tsumiki like it happened in canon, and by extension, tsumiki will never die — long live our elegant queen! 🥳 the only grief these characters will go through is the grief of more-than-a-decade-long-friendship 👀 which might be sorted out… who knows…? (me, muahahahaha).

DON’T APOLOGISE FOR A JUICY LONG MESSAGE HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT 😐🤨 i live for them!!!

i think one thing that everyone as a collective has truly enjoyed so far was the whole ‘serious y/n moment’ (you partypoopers, i love her more when she’s a goof 🤨). all i can say is that you guys win (🙄) you’ll get more of her serious side with the angst (why wouldn’t you? do you expect her to slap megumi’s bum in joy when the angst is at its height? 😭). girlypop is gonna HAVE to be serious then, there’s basically a gun to her head loool

I HAVE TO STUDY FOR MY SOCIOLOGY EXAM IN 3 HOURS SO I CAN’T REALLY ADD MY THANKS AND APPRECIATION FOR YOUR KIND AND SWEET MESSAGES AND HOW MUCH I ENJOYED READING AND ANSWERING THIS LONG JUICY ASK ML <333 SO PLS TAKE THIS AS THE RANDOM TAGS I USUALLY ALWAYS ATTACH TO THE BOTTOM WHEN I’M NOT BUSY 😔💜

your final sentence will be addressed ‘cause there’s a playlist i’ve already begun making that takes you through all the stages in liar, liar

[lilallama]

[for the cc]

i don't think this has been done (if it has, feel free to ignore this ask)... but what if the cc are all on the way to class and suddenly they stumble upon four girls at the end of the hallway; crowding a crying y/n while saying shit like 'stop stringing them on' 'they deserve better than a wh*ore like you' 'stay away from them or we'll make you pay'

"Ugh! I fucking hate thursday's. Y/n is in none of my classes!" Jeongguk crossed his arms, pouting. "Sucks to be you. I'm looking forward to a wonderful forty-five minutes of lovingly exchanging glances with my Y/n~" exclaimed a cheerful Jimin before sighing dreamily. The others eyed him with disgust. Seokjin let out a mocking laugh, "If 'lovingly exchanging glances' means 'staring creepily at another man's love while they're thinking about their soulmate', then definitely!" "You are all entitled savages who dare corrupt my dearest saviour. None of you pesky children deserve even the slightest hint of a glance from such a pure, angelic being." Jimin threw his arm around Taehyung's shoulder and smiled sweetly. "Tae tae, as your friend I hate to say this-" he was interrupted by Taehyung who tried to create distance between the two again, to no avail, "I am not your friend, you-" "But you're really weird. Like always." The boys turned around the corner, laughing at Taehyung. "Maybe try getting a personality outside of your strange Y/n cult-" Jeongguk's comment was interrupted when four girls at the end of the hall entered their view.

The girls stood with their backs to them, somehow unaware of their presence. Something very surprising indeed, considering how loud they had been. They could vaguely make out another person, mostly covered by these girls. The boys didn't think much of it. This was pretty much what your average every day bullying at Bulsajo was like. You'd think such a prestigious school would care more about these issues, but truthfully, no one cared. A sad reality Yoongi especially had come to know.

Namjoon looked these girls up and down. Just as he thought, four spoiled rich girls. He didn't care to remember their names, but two of them were from families that his father had connections to. Him and Hoseok quietly made eye contact and nodded. Nothing to worry about. Or so they thought.

They were going to pass them by untill... was that... Y/n?

Immediately all their focus landed on Y/n, cornered to the spotless, white wall of their hallway by these girls. These filthy, filthy girls... Jeongguk wasn't going to wait. He was sbout to storm forward and show them what it means to mess with his beloved Y/n. But Hoseok tugged him back by his collar.

"Stop stringing them on." One of the girls wore an angry expression while staring down at the intimidated Y/n. "You only want attention, right? They deserve better than a whore like you." "Stay away from them before we'll make you-" Hoseok let go of Jeongguk's collar.

Immediately, the boy sprinted right at the girls. Knocking one to the floor and wrapping his hand around her neck. "Did you just threaten my Y/n!" She helplessly clawed on his throat, while her friends watched in shock. "Huh? Speak bitch! I can't fucking hear you!" The other boys, now standing behind the other girls are watching with amusement, as Jeongguk slams the girls head against the floor again.

For a short moment he makes eye contact with the concerned Y/n. "Oh! Hello, Y/n! I missed you so much. No boys talked to you, right?" The girl underneath him managed to cough out, "You're fucking insane!" "Shut up, filthy bitch!" Y/n only looked more concerned. They were about to stand up and ask Jeongguk to release her, when Jimin started coddling them. "Awe! My baby~ you don't know how excited I was to see you! These ugly girls just ruined my day." Jin tugged on another girls hair violently and laughed at her screech. "Like a disgusting pig. Ew."

Carefully Yoongi stepped forward. He was going to ask Y/n if they were okay, but was interrupted by Taehyung. "My God/Goddess! Please, I deeply apologise. Words cannot measure my guilt. How incompetent of a servant have I been, letting these leeches blemish your perfection through such cruel words. We deserve none of your forgiveness. I dare not even beg for such. Punish me however you see fit, my dearest saviour." Y/n was speechless. What was happening?

"Don't worry, sunshine," Hoseok lovingly caressed their cheek, "they will not bother you anymore. We'll make sure of it." He threw them his notorious smile, that everyone swears could end wars. Before he the then rurned to his club members. The girl underneath Jeongguk had fainted, due to lack of oxygen. The muscular brunette was currently breaking her fingers, one by one. Meanwhile Namjoon criticised his savage behaviour infront of Y/n, Jin was laughing hysterically at the other girls faces and Yoongi started to look pale as he heard tge crunching of the girls bones being ripped apart. Y/n shared his sentiment. Each crack made them feel sick. "Oh dear, you look quite pale! Shall we take you outside? Maybe bring you a glass of water?" With panic in his eyes Taehyung gently took Y/n's hand in his, running his thumb soothingly over their knuckles. At least he attempted to be soothing. Together with Jimin clinging to their arm, Taehyung's touch was only making Y/n's stomach twist more and more.

"Jimin, Taehyung, take Y/n to the school nurse." Jimin jumped at the command, excitedly clinging to Y/n's arm. This would mean he could spend some private time in the nurse's office with Y/n. Maybe he even could dress up as a nurse snd take care of them! The two boys hurried to bring Y/n away from the brutality that was taking place in the hallway.

Hoseok waited until Y/n had left the hallway and then dropped his smile. "You are a fucking idiot, Jeon." Jeongguk glared back at Hoseok. "At least I did something to protect my sweetheart's honour. What did you do, huh!?" "Be careful what you say." Jeongguk huffed. "Are we going to... you know.." Yoongi asked his classmate with hesitation. "Knock them out. I have different plans for them."

[miamlfy]

Homemade Rings

A/N: I am on a roll with these fics. Heres another Draco fic for all you Draco lovers, my next fic will for sure be a Sirius x reader. I’ve had this idea for a while now and I’m not sure if I like it or not. Give me feedback on it, I want to know ways on how to improve. Anyways, send in some requests. I wanna hear your ideas! 

Pairing: Draco Malfoy X Potter! Reader

Summary: Draco’s parents find out about his relationship with Harry’s twin sister and they do not like it. 

Warnings: Lucius being an abusive prick. Jily is alive (obviously) and some Wolfstar, if you squint. 

Word Count: 3k

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(Not my gif, credit to whoever made it)

Waking up, the smell of bacon hits your nostrils. You sit up on your bed and stretch out your arms, letting out a loud yawn. Looking around your room, your school books were sprawled out on your desk from last night. To prepare for the upcoming OWL’s. your teachers assigned work for the summer and expected all fifth years to have it complete by September. It was utterly rubbish but you wanted top scores, so you dealt with it. 

Leaving your warm bed, you made your way downstairs and entered the kitchen, “Good morning dad, good morning mum.” You said, giving each parent a kiss on the cheek. You sat down at your regular chair, next to your dad. 

“Y/n, be a dear and call your brother downstairs.” Your mum said while placing pancakes onto your fathers plate. 

“Harry, get your ass downstairs! Mum made breakfast which dad and I are gonna eat all if you don’t come eat now!” You yelled, making Lily jump and your dad earning a glare from her for laughing. 

“Not like that Y/n and watch your language. Merlin knows where you get those words from.” You laughed mumbling a ‘uncle Sirius’ and began nibbling on a piece of bacon. Harry made his way downstairs and sat down next to you. 

“Did you really have to yell? Your annoying voice probably made the whole house shake.” Your twin rubbed his eyes, as he was still half asleep. 

“Awe did I disturb the dream you had about Ginny?” You teased taking a bite from your piece of toast, a light blush formed on his face. 

“How was your dream about Dr— Ow!” You kicked him in the leg before he could finish his sentence, sending him a death glare as well. Your parents didn’t know about your relationship with Draco, the both of you made an agreement to wait to tell each others families. The only reason Harry knew was because he caught you and Draco making out in the quidditch locker rooms, which he deeply wishes he could erase the memory of his enemy having his sister against the wall. 

“Dreaming about who now?” James asked, looking at you suspiciously. 

You put on your most innocent smile and turned your gaze to him, “No one daddy, Harry is just being an idiot. Isn’t that right Harry?” You asked, turning back to your twin brother. 

Harry nodded his head in agreement while rubbing the area where you kicked him. James stared at you for a few more seconds, then began talking about any recent quidditch news. When he found out Harry joined Gryffindors quidditch team in first year and you joining in your second year, he was over the moon. He bragged about it to anyone who would listen and made sure to attend every game you two had. Which also meant that you and Harry had to have practice outside of school whenever you were both home. Thankfully this summer he took it down a notch on the training since he heard Oliver Wood put the Gryffindor team through rigorous training day and night. You could still feel your bones being sore even if its been months since then. 

After breakfast, Lily made you and Harry clean up which only resulted in an argument involving who would wash the dishes. You ended up throwing water at Harry, who did the same the to you. Lily sent James to stop the two of you but that only made James join in on the water fight. It ended once Lily walked in and made the three of your clean it all up, without magic. 

“I asked for two kids and I ended up with three!” She exclaimed after shoving a mop into your dads hand and left the room. The three of erupted into a laughing fit and began to clean up. 

When Draco woke up that morning, he knew something was going to happen that day and his guts were giving him the indication that it wasn’t something good. He dragged himself out of bed and got dressed. Going to his nightstand, he picked up the ring you gifted him for his birthday on the train ride back home. The minute you gave him the ring, he loved it. It was one of the only items he owned that was handmade with love. You told him how you made it with your uncle Remus. He placed it on his right ring finger and walked down to eat his breakfast. 

He saw his mother already sitting down with a book in her hands and a cup of tea to her left. He sat down and his breakfast was placed in front of him. 

Narcissa looked down, noticing the ‘new’ ring on his finger, “Where did you the ring from?” She questioned. 

Draco looked down and stared at it while his spoke, “Oh um a friend gifted it to me as a birthday present.” He avoided his mothers eyes, she always knew when he lied and he hoped she would drop it. It wasn’t a full lie either. 

“Friend as in girlfriend?” A smile grew on her face, Draco looked at her now. “You don’t have to hide it from me Draco, tell me about her. Oh! Lucius dear, Draco was just about to tell me about his girlfriend.” Narcissa spoke, becoming more eager to hear about the girl who stole her sons heart. Lucius sat down across from his wife and motioned for Draco to start speaking. 

Draco’s palms started to sweat and his face began to redden. “What’s her name?” Narcissa asked. 

“Her n-name is Y/n.” He stuttered, he wiped his hands on his trousers. Last time he felt this nervous was when he asked you out. 

“And her last name?” Lucius asked, growing interested. He heard the name before, he just couldn’t pinpoint where. Draco knew his parents weren’t going to drop the conversation until they were satisfied. He sighed, preparing for the outcome. He looked over to his mother, who was smiling and waiting for him to respond.

Draco looked back down to his ring, “Her last name is Potter.” 

Narcissa’s smile quickly turned to a frown and Lucius dropped the fork onto his plate. 

“Don’t play jokes, Draco. They aren’t pleasant,” Draco shook his head at his fathers words, “well then I guess you’ll just have to end it then. We cannot be associated with blood traitors, especially the Potters. They are awful people.” 

Draco began growing angry at his fathers words, gripping the fork in his hands tighter. Although he didn’t like Harry and was annoyed by his presence, Draco simply couldn’t categorize your family as awful. Suddenly a wave of confidence hit Draco and before thinking, he stood up to Lucius. 

“You’re the awful one father, you’re simply judging Y/n’s family because you didn’t like her father back in school. I love her a lot and I refuse to break up with her.” Lucius stood up abruptly snd forced Draco to stand up. Holding him up by the collar of his shirt, Lucius slammed Draco against the wall. Narcissa let out a yell. 

“You will not speak to me like that in my own house! You will break up with her Draco!” Draco flinched at his fathers shouts but he hasn’t about to back down. 

“I’m not breaking up with her.” He looked directly into his fathers eyes and tried shoving him off. 

Lucius threw Draco onto the hard floor, the side of his face began to pound in pain as it hit the floor. “Then you can leave and never come back.” Lucius walked out of the room, his footsteps echoing in the silent house. 

Turning to face his mother, Narcissa simply turned around and left the room. Draco wiped away the blood that was running down his, now broken, nose. He quickly made his way up back to his bedroom and began packing. He’d much rather lose the two people who made his life miserable rather the girl who showed how to love others and himself. He left his bedroom, he debated saying goodbye to his mother but decided against it. He didn’t want to make the situation worse. 

Arriving at Godrics Hollow, he ignored the people giving him weird looks. No doubt that they were all confused at the boy who appeared like he just got out of a rough fight and was walking around in none summer clothing. 

He stood in front of your house feeling stupid. He shouldn’t have showed up here and instead went somewhere else. He’s never meet your family, only your brother of course. What if they didn’t want him there? What if you didn’t want him there? 

His felt as if he lost control of his body because now he found himself knocking on the front door, 'too late now’, he thought. He could hear loud laughs coming from the other side of the door, his heart swelled when he heard yours. Draco also began to grow sadder, those laughs were coming from everyone inside the house, something he never got to experience in his. Knocking once more, he started to hear footsteps approaching the door. 

You and your family were seated in the living room, eating cookies that your mum and you made together the night before. Your brother and dad were no help of course, along with your uncle Sirius. You were quite surprised he hasn’t showed up yet, Sirius was there almost everyday and Remus could only stop him so many times. 

Laughing at some stupid dad joke James made, knocking was heard in the living room. James got up to answer it. He immediately recognized him as Malfoy’s son, the platinum blonde hair was also an obvious factor. 

“Draco, what brings you here?” James grew more concerned when he saw Draco’s bruised face and blood coated nose, “here come in, come in.” He helped Draco into the foyer and called out to Lily. He couldn’t help but let his mind go back to when Sirius was in a similar position when they were 16. 

You and Harry looked at each other confused, were your ears playing jokes on you or was Draco actually at your door? Your eyes widened and were filled with concern when your parents brought Draco to the couch. Almost as a reflex, you made you way to him and cupped his face with your hands. Draco winced at your touch, tears began to cloud your eyesight. You never seen him like this before, the only time you saw get hurt was back in third year with the hippogriff incident. 

“Harry, go get the first aid kit and my wand,” you looked over to your brother as your mother spoke, he was frozen. His face filled with shock, he knew Lucius could be mean but he never thought he would hurt his own son. “Harry now please.” Back to reality, he nodded and went to grab the items Lily asked for. 

Words couldn’t form in your mouth, you wanted to ask him how this happened and why it happened. In the back of your mind, you felt as if you already knew the answers to your questions. Draco wiped away the tears the spilled from your eyes with his thumb, you smiled sweetly at him. Your brother came back and handed the things to Lily, Harry moved you to give your parents space to heal Draco. 

Once they finished, they left the room to give you two space, your closeness to him already confirmed that you two were together. They noticed the ring you made on his finger, as well. Silence surrounded the room as you laid next to him. Neither of you wanting to ruin the quietness. 

“It was father,” Draco spoke softly, you looked up and stared at him, “mother saw the ring and started asking questions. I told them about you and father got angry. Mother didn’t do anything, she didn’t even try to stop him when he kicked me out.” His voice breaking as he spoke, tears that he held in, were now streaming down his face. 

You held him tightly and let him cry it out, it was rare to see Draco like this and you knew he needed all the support he could get right now. You helped him enter your bedroom and laid him down on your bed. Harry let him borrow some of his clothes, as much as he didn’t like Draco, Harry knew this wasn’t about him and he knew he had to be friend not an enemy to Draco right now. 

You let Draco fall asleep, whispering reassuring words to him. Once you were sure he was sleeping, you made your way downstairs to the kitchen to help your mom with dinner. Lily noticed you walk in and motioned you to help cut the vegetables. 

“How long have you guys been together for?” Your mothers soft voice interrupted your thoughts. 

“Nearly a year and before you get upset with me, we both wanted to wait till we told our families. We were just worried that something like this would happen.” Lily simply nodded and gave you a smile. 

“Well you two look well for each other and I couldn’t be more grateful.” The two of continued to cook in silence. 

Draco woke up from your bed and he saw a note on your nightstand, ‘Don’t worry love, I’m in the kitchen helping mum with dinner. Feel free to come down and sit in the living room, love you.’ He smiled and looked in the mirror, he face looked a lot better but it was still bruised. 

He left your room and looked around in the hallway, Harry’s room was across from yours. The door was slightly open, he noticed a few posters on his wall. Mostly of quidditch. His parents never allowed him to put posters on his walls, they thought it was ugly and didn’t match the aesthetic the Manor held. 

He walked down the stairs and entered the living room, he noticed your dad sitting in one of the chairs, reading a books. Making his way towards the same couch he was once on, he sat down and James looked up from his book, giving him a warm smile. 

“Lily and Y/n are finishing up dinner, I’m assuming you must be starving.” Draco gave him a nod. 

“I want to thank you, Mr. Potter for allowing me in your home. I know I just showed up without warning, which I apologize for but it was the only place that came to mind.” Draco played with the rings on his fingers. 

“Please don’t apologize, this isn’t the first time something similar like this has happened and we can only accept you with open arms, and please call me James. Being called ‘Mr. Potter’ makes me feel old.” James set his book down on the coffee table, “I’m not going to lie Draco, when Harry and Y/n came home for the holidays in their first year and told us about how you would bully them, or more bullied Harry and his friends, I wanted nothing more than to set you straight. But I look at you now and I see a boy who grew up with the wrong beliefs. I can tell now, that you merely were engraved with the wrong words. I remember when Harry told me you and Y/n became friends in third year and although I didn’t enjoy it at first, I knew my little girl would help you become better and see things in a different light.” Draco’s eyes glistened. 

“The ring your wearing,” James pointed out the ring Draco was wearing on his finger, “she said she made it for someone special and someone she loved. The second I saw it on you, I knew just how much you mean to her, the way she described every detail on it to Lily and seeing how happy it made her, made me incredibly happy and wonder who was the lucky boy or girl making my daughter gleam with happiness. You are family now, Draco. We will always be there for each other and you are welcomed to stay here for as long as you need to. The Potters will always welcome you with open arms and warm food, clothes, and whatever you need. Don’t feel like a stranger here.” 

You stood by the door, as you saw your dad and boyfriend hug it out. You cleared your throat while smiling widely, “Dinner is ready, mum said to call Harry down dad.” 

“Harry, dinner is ready! Hurry up or you’re going to miss out!” Your dad shouted, already making his way to the dinner table. 

“Oh for merlin’s sake James, not again.” Lily scolded. 

You held out your hand towards Draco, “Come love, dinner is extremely delicious tonight.” Draco smiled and took your hand. 

Harry entered the room, “Dad please stop yelling, you and Y/n really need to stop doing that already.” Giving a smile to Draco, he sat down across from you. 

“Never dear brother, what were you doing anyways? Trying to come up with a plan to sneak into the girls dorms and make out with Ginny?” You teased, Harry threw a piece of bread at you. 

“Oh good luck on that Harry, Sirius and I could never figure it out. Let me know how it goes.” Lily hit James’ head, 

“Don’t encourage him dad, the last thing mum needs is a later from him explaining how he got Ginny pregnant.” Now it was Harry’s turn to kick you, “Ow!” 

“Speaking of which, Draco you will be sleeping with Harry in the meantime while we prep a room for you, I am way too young and handsome to become a grandfather.” 

“Of course sir, Harry you won’t mind if I put up some Slytherin posters right?” Draco gave a cheeky smile to Harry, which resulted in Harry’s having a playful scowl on his face. 

“Wait dad, I thought you were fifty?” You said. 

“Hey! I’m far from fifty!” 

[jujutsu-headcanons]

Yuuji is 100% a himbo and is so incredibly dense that it bothers everyone. Like how can one boi be this dumb??? this pure?? then theres Sukuna, the total opposite but yuuji def grows on him. (not like they have a choice since theyre stuck together but still) Also Yuuji and Sukuna 100% have a weird fam/sibling bond dont @ me. Theyll fight abb stupid shit n get into really petty arguments and I wholeheartedly believe that if Yuuji ever holds someones hand sukuna will lick them for shiggles.

These are canon because I say so

If people think that I'm Gege-sensei's secret tumblr then I have that power

Did you know I had to Google what a himbo was when I joined the jjk fandom because literally everyone calls him that? And when I found out what the word meant I couldn't stop? Like seriously his picture is next to the word in the dictionary. I hate him, and I say that in the most endearing way possible. He's an absolute idiot, and I seriously think it's because he's mentally still a child. If you wanna be technical, kids mature kinda fast these days. By the age of fifteen we usually think we're adults, and some of us even have to think/act like adults. But Yuji wasn't really exposed to anything (that we know of) other than his grandpa being ill and being hospitalized. Now I can speak from personal experience, that can make you mature pretty quickly. I think if we look at the differences between chapter one and now he has matured, but he still holds on to his childlike nature. Honestly he was probably given this personality to further Gojo's hatred of training shamans so young and "robbing their youth" to just prove his theory further. Even Megumi, of all people, can act childish because he's kinda still a kid too, he was just exposed to way more shit as a kid mostly Gojo and it made him mature faster.

And you're right about Sukuna. They're literally living the non-romantic trope of "opposites attract" and he hates it so much. And I won't argue with anyone on this because you're 100% right, Sukuna has grown fond of Yuji. He hates it. He calls it going "soft". He literally acts like he wish he possessed anyone else but he loves the brat.

I like to think Sukuna isn't hostile all the time. Like seriously, he's pretty angry for an old man but he has to get bored some time. I like to think one night he woke Yuji up in the middle of the night to learn about the modern world. "show me that little box thing with the light on it. Yea, your phone. Show me pictures." You can't tell me he isn't curious about what's happened in the past thousand years

Wait until he finds out he has his own wiki page you know he wants to know what people think of him. Just a sassy Sukuna going "oh that is so not how it happened!!"

And when he gets to know more about the modern world chaos ensues. "Yea yea that Jennifer bimbo is cute but have you seen Scarlett Johansson???" And all the sudden Yuji is just having a one sided argument because did I mention Sukuna is still in Yuji's head and it looks like he's just talking to himself

Not to mention they argue about stupid shit like "this is our body now brat please stop stuffing junk food in it" and "can you please stop talking about cheese Sukuna i have class in like three hours" and it's just a riot

I have this headcanon about Nobara toward the other boys, but I feel like Sukuna has the whole "yea this is my brat I beat him up and belittle him but he's MY brat I'm the only one allowed to tell him his hair looks weird shut UP" they would so be brothers in another life

I think Yuji gets touchy when someone's upset "let me love you!!!" "Uhhh do you need a hug?" "The best I can offer is a rub on the back" so he does hold people's hands often and Sukuna licks/bites then sbd does not help at all. I also think if Yuji covers one of the mouths with his hand he gets licked/bitten, and Sukuna probably steals food out of Yuji's hand just to make him sad. Sukuna torments this poor child

Sorry for typos and shit I'm writing in s hurry and my keyboard decided to stop autocorrecting half way through lmao

EDIT: I feel it important to mention that I'm making a separate list of headcanons that's just gonna be Sukuna and Yuji snd all the shit they do to each other and shit it's gonna be hilarious

[tarakizz]

You like me? || Stuart Twombly

Pairing: Stuart Twombly x reader

warning: none, some swear words, long long story 

description: Stuart has liked you since the first day that you walked in google but he has a weird way of showing that to you, so when you were placed in his group things happened between you, after one night everything change between the two of them. 

a/n: hey y’all so I just got a lot of inspiration out of no where like a lot lot so that why this story is super long hahah I understand that you guys are not going to read it because it is long but I didn't want to make a part two or three with this story because I know that I wouldn’t finish this story or don't post anything at all. so I try to short the story out as short as possible but it kind of hard to do that so sorry for the people that read short stories. (btw message me some ideas or something I will try and make a story about it, love you guys and stay healthy)

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Oh gosh here I am standing for google staring at the huge building. ‘omg here we go’ I thought in myself before walking inside but before I could go through the door I bump into someone, he was very cute and I probably was staring like a idiot. “omg I’m sorry I didn’t see you” I apologise. “tsk whatever” he said before walking away. ‘rude much’ I thought rolling my, making my way to the place where we will be meeting. As I took place next to two older looking man they started talking to me, I got to know them for a little bit they were also looking for a job here in google their names are Billy and Nick. “hello everyone my name is Mr. Chelly welcome to Google, you guys are here to find a job at google and 95% of you guys wouldn’t made it in here.. yeah you hear me right there’s only 5% of you guys that will made it to google and that was it for the day, you guys can follow me into small groups to get some information” Mr. chelly say before walking into a classroom I assume and A few people followed him including me, Billy and Nick. 

When we took place Mr. Chelly start talking. “Now I recognise that google is not  a conventional workplace having said that we have rules.. I’m gonna ask you a series of questions you going to raise the green paddle to indicate yes and the red paddle to indicate No let’s begin” he said before a question pop up on the board. ‘having beer with your boss’ the question read and everyone paddles turn red beside from Nick and Billy. “some of you are under twenty one” Mr. Chelly said, before Billy said something back. “some of us aren’t under twenty one so if you wanna grab a cold one with me I’m happy to do that with you” He said. “I will not grabbing a cold one with you” “you get high?” Billy said, I almost gave out my laugh before replacing it with a cough, when I did that I saw the guy that I bump into looking at me, before shooting me a small glare and look away. ‘jeez what is his problem, got a stick stuck in your ass’ I though before looking at the next questions. “Dating a fellow intern” Mr. Chelly said and everyones paddles turn red again beside Billy’s snd Nick’s paddle and oddly enough I agree with Billy and Nick. “Oh you there the girl beside the two... man can you explain your answer” he ask me. “well I think that having a romantic connection between your co-workers is not a problem because to be honest you can’t really control your feelings between your co-workers but I understand that it mind distract you from doing work but some people get more motivated in their work while trying to impress the other” I said before sitting down. “hmm... interested answer mister” “L/n” I said. 

after a few more questions we were finally done with our introduction for the internship, I was on my way to my dorm and saw that the rude but cute guy was walking the same way as me. ‘please walk the other way please walk the other way’ I was pleading in myself but to my horror he was walking the same direction as yours and to make things worst we were going to the same floor. I was so glad he didn’t look up from his phone when we were walking all the way here. When I was walking out the elevator he bump into me, He look up from his phone and didn’t even say anything before walking away. “you can say sorry mister grumpy” I said to him stepping out the elevator. “I didn’t see the need in that, beside your not someone I care about or know so I don’t need to say anything back” He said walking to his room before going in. Not gonna lie his words kinda sting a little. I walk to my dorm room and walk straight to my kitchen making something to eat before walking into my bedroom and start to watch some movies that will kill the time. After dinner I did my night routine before going to bed. ‘tomorrow is going to be a long day’ I thought before falling into a deep sleep. 

I woke up pretty early, I didn’t know why I just feel like getting up having a lot of energy around me like something great is going to happened today. I got ready and made some breakfast, I watch a few episode of Teen wolf before heading out of the building to go to google and I was there I saw that there wasn’t a lot of people yet. “Hi there gorgeous my name is Graham and what would your name be” A douche like guy came up to me out of nowhere. “uhmm.. y/n” I said before walking up the stairs to sit down. “well y/n you are gorgeous for me, do you want to go out sometimes” He ask me almost making plans before I even said yes or no to him. “I think I just stay behind for a little not really looking for someone at the moment” I said kindly because how annoying this guy may be I don't want to get on the bad side of someone. Speaking of the devil the mystery rude guy walk in the door and sat before me with his face glued on his phone screen. “well to bad for you than letting this fine piece go” he said before walking away to Billy and Nick. “fine piece my ass” I whisper. After that Mr. chelly walk in and said that we have 5 minutes to make our group and I saw everyone picking someone. “you coming with me sweetheart” that guy from earlier said pulling me with him but I pull my arm back. “I think that I can decide that for myself” I said before walking away. I saw a girl with dark hair, asking for anyone that will be in her group. “someone want to be in my group? I'm very fun” she said looking for anyone that will come up to her. “I want to be in your group” I said walking up to her, she smiled at me. “Hi I am Neha” she said “I'm y/n so let find another group mates shall we?” I said before linking my arms with hers looking for someone that would be in our group. “oh wow we are the left overs” I said before looking at our group. The rude handsome guy, an shy asian guy, two grown ups and a weird guy that said weird things sometimes. “okay everyone follow me to my office so we can introduce each other shall we” he said before gathered everyone. 

When we where at his office we start to introduce ourself and when it finally was mine turn I was kinda nervous. “u-uhmm... hi I am y/n” I said looking around feeling all eyes on me including Stuart his eyes. “okay guys I know y/n here is a beautiful girl but stop staring before she disappears and never comes back” Neha said to the guys and they finally pull their gaze away from me. “beautiful? I don't see it” Stuart said looking back at his phone. “woah woah Stuart don’t be like that y/n here is beautiful” Nick said. He scoff without saying anything. that’s kind of hurt my feelings a lot so I decide to stay quiet for the rest of the day only talking if someone was talking to me. 

after a few days of bickering with Stuart and fighting over small things. Billy and Nick decide that we will be going out to a Chinese restaurant, we ate there enjoying everyones company and after that we went to a dance club or let just say a strip club. “uhmm.... Billy this is not a dance club” I said looking around. “well I think things got a little mix up but hey it’s okay we can have fun here too” he said before a stripper walked up to us. “hello boys welcome” she said before walking up to Stuart, his eyes still on his phone. “okay stewie just three inches up I bag you” Nick said before Stuart looks up at the stripper. “oh my-” he said before she put his finger deep down here throat. “oh god that's deep” he said before following her. “okay guys that’s our sign let’s go” Nick said following them. I stay behind just to process things in my head. ‘I got jealous of a freaking stripper, I got jealous because he likes the stripper, oh god I like Stuart’ I thought before Billy comes up to me. “hey you okay if you don’t likes this we can take the bus home if you want to” he said. “no no it’s fine I’m alright with this” I said looking at Stuart with the stripper. “hey it’s going to be okay it’s just a stripper nothing is going to be serious between the two of them he’s just having fun and you should have fun too” Nick said, I look away from Stuart. “you guys are right I shouldn't be upset about this he’s a jerk to me and that why I’m going to have fun and makes this a unforgettable night” I said with a smile, the two of them cheers for me taking me to the table as we were there I didn’t even look Stuart way. “okay guys take a shot this gonna be a unforgettable night” Nick said hand out the shots glasses. “my mum said alcohol numb the brain” yoyo said looking at all of us. “well I’m not gonna say that you are making the right step but maybe you are making the best step of your life” nick said before yoyo looking at us, he agreed and took the shot with us. It was really fun but somehow my eyes always wander off to Stuart that is getting a lap dance from the stripper from before. “Okay Neha do you wanna dance?” I said before standing up she nod her head before making her way to the dance floor pulling me with her. We dance for hours at least it feels like it. before I feel someone come up to me from behind, I turn around and saw a guy from my age dancing with me. I dance with him for a couple of minutes before I got pulled away. “hey let me go” I said turning around to find a furious Stuart. “we need to go Lyle is in trouble” he said pulling me with him. We saw our group fighting with some random guy I jump in to help them but I couldn't do much because they were ten times stronger than me but I did what almost every girl will do. I kick the guys in the balls before I got dragged away by the security’s. not gonna lie I felt badass for a second.

pov Stuart 

after we got kicked out of the strip club we went to a cliff looking at the view before going back to google. “so how was it?” Nick sit beside me. “it was.. alright” I said. “come on stewie why are you always doing that” “doing what?” “like getting all cloudy and moody when someone ask how you are feeling if you admit it that you had fun it wouldn't ruined you cool guy status” he said looking at me. “what do you want me to say that it was the best night of my life?” “only if it true?” he said to me. I look at the ground before smiling “alright it was the best night of my life” I said looking at him. “good and something else.. what is going on between you and y/n I saw you watching her the whole time when she was on the dance floor” he ask. “it nothing I guess” looking down at my fingers like it the most interesting things in the world. “come on stewie I'm old but I'm not that old I can see that you liked her hell even even blind person can see that you liked her why are you being so mean to her” he ask. I look at her from far she looked stunning while looking at the view before us. “I don't know I really don't know how to deal with all the feelings I guess and beside if I'm mean to her than I don’t have to feel the rejection that she going to give me” I said looking away from her. “rejection from y/n?” I nod my head before looking at him “you know that she’s trying to get your attention right at the club” he said to me which makes me surprise. “w-wait what serious?” I ask before standing up. He nod his head before looking at y/n. “if I was you I should make things right with her she seems pretty upset when you where with the stripper” he said before walking to yoyo to check on him. I turn to y/n and my feet began to walk to her. “hey” I said and she turn around and her beautiful e/c look right into mine. “hi” she said back with a small smile. ‘gosh she adorable’ I took a seat next to her and look up at the blue grey sky. “can I ask you something” she said to me and my head turn to her. I nod my head and my eyes meet hers again. “why are you so mean to me?” she ask breaking our eye contact and looking at her hands. “to be honest with you I don't know either I guess I was just nervous around beautiful girls and I can say some stupid things sometimes even tho I didn’t mean any of that” I said still looking at the beautiful girl beside me. “you think I’m beautiful?” she ask in surprised. “of course y/n you are the most beautiful girl I have every seen in real life you make me feel some kind of feelings for you and I'm just afraid that you will reject me for that” I confess, I saw her face soften and a smile replace with her shocked one. “why would I reject you when you are the guy that I like even tho you can be mean to me I like the bickering part of you.. I guess it make you complete” she said. “you like me?” she nod, I lean into her and she did the same my eyes flickering between her lips and her eyes before my lips met hers. it felt amazing my hand went to her waist pulling her closer while her hands went around my neck. We pull away before smiling like idiots that we are. “that was..” “amazing” she finished my sentence before placing her head on my shoulder I put my arms around her and we watch the sun comes up. It was a perfect night and the days after that was amazing we won the internship and we both had to leave each other but of course fate has our back and we didn't even notice that we were going to the same college I guess life outside the 4 inch screen wasn't all to bad.

[jinkieswinkies]

Look at me.

I notice. I notice alot of things. 

It’s mind bending really. how’d I managed to start paying more attention to...a certain meatsuits. That bubbly girl-annoying. When she’d laugh her brown eyes became crinkled, Or when she’d smiled it was bright. blinding almost. The accent she spoke with made it hard for people to understand so she’d speak with such volume and clearness. she was persistent in the games, making sure that her pitiful squad-mates met the quota to survive. she’s a piece of work, determined to the brim. i don’t like her type, I tried everything to get rid of her when i’m paired with the likes of her. Always on my back about something, Always telling me about my condition. Like I want to live. 

Bickering is always how we start. I make it known that I don’t like her. A bright eyed, woman who has a dream to change this unforgiving world. 

HA. laughable really. This world ain’t nice and she needs to learn that, AND i’m going to the one to show her.

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I wanted to do my own thing. Have my own rules and listen to no one, But life’s just didn’t want to give me control. Nothing has been in my hand since I joined these damn games. Nobody wants to leave me alone, especially that other robot. Always trying to include me into things, always calling me friend. I LOATHE him. 

How does he manage to emulate emotions when he’s never been alive to experience them. he’s never had the firsthand. BUT ME, ME- WHO’S BEEN ALIVE, WHO’S BEEN HUMAN-CAN’T FEEL A GOD.DAMN.THING!

HOW’S HE ABLE TO LAUGH?

HOW’S HE ABLE TO CRY?

HOW’S HE ABLE TO FEEL ANYTHING- HE’S JUST A HUNK OF METAL WITH FAKE EMOTIONS.

I CAN’T FEEL SHIT.

THE PAIN. THAT’S REAL. THAT’S THE ONLY DAMN THING I’LL EVER FEEL!

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I’ve gained some understanding that he’s taken a liking to the idiot who stumbles over his own damn words. It’s clear that the trickster doesn’t like him but that hunk-of-metal tries noneless. If I could I’d take everything from him, teach him the pain of having what he loves the most being ripped away from him. Not everyone is his friend. He needs to know that. 

Then, that girlie came. Shot me right in the face, she did. Even managed to send me back into one of those spares. No one has done that to me before. Like father, like daughter. She’s hellbent on killing me and I’m not stopping her.  My one salvation, she is. 

I’ve managed to spend more attention on these whores than intended. I don’t care for them.

The girlie however, I just love to get under her skin, to remind her who’s above and who’s below. Every. Single. Time. 

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Today should’ve been no different. Luck would have it i ended up paired with ms. Andrade herself, as well as that annoying medic. She makes me sick. When I look at her I can’t focus.  Of course I knew her background, her parents, what they’ve done-what she’s done. She’s not innocent but she’s not like that nox freak. 

‘course someone had to start an argument. Where we land obviously caused an uproar among us. I want bunker. Cramped, dark space equals more kills. 

“Bunker. NOW.” 

I heard a scoff from that angarson female, “Like I’d ever take orders from the likes of you demonio!” 

“Didn’t your parents teach you to respect your elders, little girl?” 

“fuck yo-” 

She got cut off, but I got pushed aside in the process. We both got pushed aside in fact. 

“fi-fyuh, s’cuse me lovebirds, we landin!” 

That fucking mongrel disrespected me, violated me. A hushed “fuck you” was heard from my right. 

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, SKINBAG!” I looked over to Loba, ”Don’t get comfortable, people will talk.”

Laughing, I jumped.

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We didn’t end up  landing at bunker, much to my dismay. However, we landed at containment. The hot zone. PERFECT.

I laughed, Elliot? was that his name? It doesn’t matter. I found his pathetic self looting a nearby bin. Found him, got him right in my palm. Literally. He struggled but it’s all in vain anyway. Hearing that familiar crack, feeling his breath just disappear, that beg in his voice, disappearing just like he never existed. It was euphoric. 

A low chuckle reverberated in my throat, or where it should’ve been. I looted the pathetic man’s box and moved on. 

I turned to look at a roof above me. Eyes meetin Loba’s. Had a scowl on her face, that one. It’s enticing. If I could grin I would.

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It’s was time to move, Rings closing soon and i’m not getting caught. I turn to the other pathetic meatsuits known as my teamates. Useless medic was almost dead, currently healing, and andersayson? well she’s with the medic? She doesn’t need healing from what I can see, okay? skinbags will huddle together like animals for comfort. 

This-What? I feel angry? no confused? yes confused. No, I don’t care. I don’t care. 

Thought I mention it over the comms. “Rings moving, hurry up.” 

“Comin!” The medic’s responded. Good. 

“You can wait, demon!” Right, I totally forgot about the other one.

I don’t care anyways.  

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They’ve been close, Awfully close. It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. I don’t. 

Ajay’s fidgeting, She’s getting restless. I can tell. She really isn’t innocent. Ha. 

“Your’e not as innocent as you make yourself out to be, medic.”

“dis boy, of course i’m not. I’ve got a big sponsor eef ai make it tah top tree.” 

I scoff, who cares. Forgot she even had a job outside of the games.

A useless pig questioned, “What do you do anyways, Ajay? 

A squeak? A noise? That damned cute little hum she did? Why do that for girlie? 

“I work at the frontier corps,  I raise money by sponsors for them. It’s something i can do since my parents...you know. Thought you would know since you like to dig through peoples history.”

Indirectly calling her nosy? That’s cold. I don’t wanna listen to them talk anymore. This information has no use for me. 

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I hear something drop behind me, spinning around I was met with just the two of them laughing, Loba was tickling ajay. Wish I had eyes so i could roll them. We don’t have time for this-I don’t have time for this. I resumed walking towards the circle. 8 squads left no time for fooling around, I want to be up there. Right where they could all see. I’ll be damned if I die because of them. If those two die, they die. Not my issue. 

I do a double take towards them, Loba’s nails are underneath ajays tank top. Presumably scraping her skin lightly. 

Move them 

Move them

 MOVE

 MOVE

This is bothering? I’m getting annoyed. 

“Hurry up 6 squads left now.” I mumbled. need to remind them i’m not here to play games. 

They’ve stopped, smile quickly fading from that damned woman’s face. They’re still close. This isn’t good. I don’t care.

“Right game mode!” Medic was pumping herself up. Useless. 

Cute. Shut up. This is so annoying. Bitch is smiling at Ajay. Sickening, Pathetic really. 

This is distracting.

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I don’t know why or how, I can’t find myself to focus. All I want to look at is her. I shouldn’t be able to feel, much less what I’m feeling right now. It’s stuffy, It’s prickly. Uncomfortable. IT’S HOT. IT BURNS. It’s that same rage I felt when I-When I realized what I became. What they made me. This is stupid. I don’t care. 

The kills I’ve gotten this game no longer feel satisfying. I know the reason to. She’s not paying attention to me. It’s not-That’s not the reason. That stupid medic. This is stupid, she’s stupid. she needs to stay away. Stay away.

Especially girlie, no personal space with that one. 

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I punch my wall. We didn’t fucking win and its their fault. If they weren’t so busy smothering each-other. they would’ve fucking known there were teams behind and in front. Can you believe that? fucking sandwiched. We ended up being in third place. Not where I wanted to be. Fucking useless. 

The rest of the meatsuits are tense, they’ve got a right to be. Believe me-I notice. Good, I need to be left alone. 

“YOU!”

Of course, I can’t have anything. 

“WHAT WAS THAT!?!”

Headache, she is. I turn back to whatever-Anything to ignore her.

“AIM TALKIN TO YOU!”

“fuck off.”

ANNOYING

 ANNOYING

 ANNOYING 

FUCK OFF 

FUCK OFF 

FUCK YOU

A hand-A spin snd a little pooch barking at me. 

“YAH COULD’VE REVIVED ME BEHIND THE ROCK WHERE YAH TOTEM WAS!”

I don’t wanna respond, I don’t need to. 

“ANSWER ME! CUZ OF YAH WE LOST!”

I looked down at her, “WE LOST BECAUSE YOU GUYS DECIDED IT WAS PLAYTIME!” 

She had the nerve to try and stand up to me. To get in my personal space, Like i’m some sort of pooch. 

“YAH HAD NO INTEREST IN STICKING WIT US! YA WEN OFF ON YUR OWN!” 

Someone pushed us away from eachother, I want her dead. 

“DON’T YELL AT HER DEMONIO! YOU WERE USELESS!” 

“FUCK YOU, YOUR PARENTS WERE USELESS!”

Someones holding me back, I can’t hear anything. Sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong-fucking bitch. That burning sensation, That fury. It was coming back ten fold. All swirled together. The reason was foreign. The feelings however-familiar. 

It’s all her fault.

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They left me to my thoughts. promptly telling me to “calm down”. The big jolly one, was the one that managed to restrain me. I don’t need to calm down, damned dog was so nosy, sticking her nose where it didn’t belong, it was strictly between me and ajay. Nobody else. Always crowding around her. It’s disgusting. It’s INFURIATING. 

She needs to stay away from her. 

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It’s been a few hours since...the incident. Useless at best. I wasn’t mad. I wasn’t. I don’t want to be in my room anymore. I need to leave. 

And that’s exactly what I did.

Not like I notice how the common rooms get’s silent when I walk in. Not that I care anyways. Should’ve left me alone. I don’t care that their voices become nothing but hushed whispers, and when I sit down on the pale couch...HA some even leave. I don’t care...I...really don’t. 

The ones that stayed continued minding their business. Good. SHE was one of them, as well as that motor mouth. Always spouting that death wouldn’t be able to catch up. I have no interest taking a life that cares little for it. 

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They’re laughing. Something he said made her cackle. Annoying. 

Why isn’t she looking at me?

Does she know i’m even here?

It doesn’t matter anyway. It doesn’t. 

An empty cup is sitting abandoned at her side, along with her tools for repairing that little pet of hers. Must be manual maintenance. Why do I even pay attention to this. 

He must be rather...close with her. She seems relaxed, more genuine around him. It feels prickly again. I hope that means my programming is nearing it’s end. 

The book I didn’t even know I had, is currently being gripped upon. 

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I’m not able to focus on reading. All I can think about is how close motor mouth is to her.  They must’ve grown up together, must have inside jokes, secrets, contact, memories. They must have them all. The two are just sitting there, talking about nothing and everything. 

She doesn’t smile for me. 

For him however it’s bright. 

I don’t feel like reading anymore. 

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Contact is high with these two. Whether it be by leg or arm. They’re touching.

I stay still, with my open book, quietly glancing every so often.

Can he go away?

“Yah got a starin problem now?”

I froze. I was staring?

“Hmmph, no words witcha..”

A nervous laughter from her friend is registered in my hearing. 

“H-Hey no need to get rowdy, Chica....”

She stared a bit before she turned away to face mr, death can’t catch me.

Keep your gaze on me.

Why won’t you look at me?

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I had enough of this, feeling this, wanting things, wanting useless things at that. I’m not some attention starved kid, I was the greatest hitman in the outlands-still am. I died and was brought back to life, and now-now I’m acting like I have a right to want things. 

Her attention is intoxicating, and right now I want it back, I want him to leave, I want her to acknowledge me, I want...

Nothing. It doesn’t matter. It does. 

I don’t like them together. Near or far. Don’t want her alone with him with him. He’ll take her. I don’t care. 

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“Chica. are you from st louis?” 

I noticed she stared at him like he’d grown a pair of legs. 

“What the- no. Yah already know where I’m from, why?”

He leaned in, “Well then, I guess I’ll have to teach you how to arch your back.” 

what was that? A corny pick up line? She couldn’t possibly-It was so awful.

She-she laughed, her hand resting on his shoulder. I don’t like this. 

I don’t really remember getting up from the couch, or grabbing her either. She’s struggling against me but I lock her in. Her friend just stares at me with knowing eyes, there’s nothing to know. 

She’s yelling for me to let go but I’m not going to. I’m taking her back to my room.

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I drop her onto the bed they issued me, locking the automatic doors behind me. 

“whadaya want, bag a bones?!” She’s hollering. I need her to lower her volume. I don’t want the other legends hearing. 

I don’t know how to respond. I don’t know what I want.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I want, And It’s all your fault..”

“wha-”

“Everytime- just everytime you have to be around someone, ‘Specially that little girlie. Always had her hands on you, Always near you. You-You’re fucking intoxicating. I can’t get you out of my head. You’re always there. I can’t focus on anything and all I wanna do is look at you, and I know you like to be around someone that has a pulse, someone that’s alive and that BOTHERS ME!”

She’s in awe, no answer is coming from her. 

What did I do? why did I say that?

“Why won’t you look at me like you look at him?” 

“because yur an asshole, you push me away when all I do is try to care.”

“I wouldn't have to if you just wouldn't have made me feel like this..”

“I didn’t make you, cha made yourself. Yah just don want ta admit it.”

‘I know..”

It’s quiet. The two of us don’t know what to say. I take a step forward towards her, she shuffles away towards the wall behind the bed. Oh. That doesn’t feel good. I’m already in-front of her, towering over her. She looks so small, but not scared. I don’t know what’s going on, There has to be something wrong with me, I would never act like this. I didn’t even know I was hugging her or even why I did. This was so stupid, It meant nothing but everything at the same time. I felt her hug back. 

“Just-I don’t know what’s going on. Look at me the way I look at you.” 

“Don push me away.” 

She pulls away and looks me at me. “I’m goin to kiss yah, is that fine?”

I hesitated, “uhm no?” 

She made a hearty giggle. It was a chaste one, a quick peck on the lips, or what I would have if I wasn't-a robot. 

“You did it anyways, what was the point of asking?”

“You didn’t mean that no.” 

I can’t look at her, was this embarrassment? I’m not to fond of that one, even when I was alive I wasn’t like...this. shy was not in my dictionary. I was risky, daring even, but never shy. God she makes me the opposite of what I am. 

“I-Just because we kissed doesn’t mean I like you!” 

“I love you.” 

“Yeah...course you do.” 

I can’t bring myself to believe it. Not after what I am. Not after what I did in my life. We’re complete opposites, and yet she loves me? I can’t accept this but I want to. I desperately want to.

I shove my face into her shoulder. She’s warm. 

[imagines-mha]

So I know this is mainly for our beloved Assclass but, at any point in time because I need more content for my favorite feral copycat, could I get some hcs for Monoma falling in love with someone from class 1-a. I know it sounds impossible but like she finds his snark hilarious and she's always complimenting 1-b and sticking up for them if they need it. Man I would appreciate it so much, thanks!

Omg i LOVE this idea bro i migt actually turn it into a mini fanfic??? Idk yet but it was SO GOOD and fun to write!!! tysm for the request 💕💫 also i got carried away and totally wrote a drabble instead lmao SORRY DUDE

—Love Story- Monoma x reader—

♥️ Im sure i don’t need to highlight it too much, because we all fuckin KNOW.

Monoma is the most dramatic asshole to come from the show. Fr he’s gonna act like he’s living in romeo and juliet every night when he’s in his dorm alone it’s so eccentric like jusT TALK TO HER STOP BLASTING LOVE STORY BY TAYLOR SWIFT AT 3AM YOU HAVE A TEST TOMORROW

Before he knows he’s in love completely, he treats it like a fun game. He always wins at games, doesn’t he?

He doesn’t i have no idea why he still thinks he does wtf

♥️ You’re a new transfer student at UA, and are still settling into the school, meaning you’ve yet to see one of his acts of clownery; meaning he still has a chance

His classmates tell him to quit while he’s ahead. CLEARLY class 1-A have already warned you to avoid him, clearly you’re gonna know to just ignore him when he flaunts his worth to you.

Clearly, Monoma doesn’t listen.

His charm is good though, enough to be able to sweep almost any girl who barely knows him off of their feet in mere seconds. He knows how to script his praises, and ensures he’s done his research on you beforehand to personally detail the comments to suit your style

He has one plan: go and win her over with one compliment. Sweep her off her feet and ride off into the distance where 1-a and 1-b no longer matter and it’s just the both of you alone together i told u he was dramatic dude smh

He’s all prepared for the big moment: he has his hair all neatly done, making it certain he smells nice, slapping on a smirk with just enough attitude that makes it seem as if he wasn’t up all night planning for this exact moment. He’s readier than he’ll ever be

He sees you walking into school with Mina and Uraraka, chattering away, when he suddenly leans against the doorway in front of you, his voice already carrying on with a level of confidence you didn’t even know existed

“Forgive me if i’m wrong, but you must be the brand new transfer student? My, i knew you’d be pretty but i didn’t know you’d be this gor-“

“Don’t be a creep monoma-“ mina sighed, pushing past him and leading you through the door.

“That’s the monoma we warned you about” she laughed, “just don’t pay any attention-“

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He should have really been put off from then, but his positivity lived on, even tho tetsutetsu found him sulking in his room later like a 5 year old who just got shouted at by their parents

He’d plan his next strategy the very next day. So straight up flirting wouldn’t work. What now?

He sits and ponders for a while, and i mean A LONG ASS WHILE like two weeks, preferring to stay in the background and admire you from a distance rather than get all up in your face

It seems like a funny joke to his class, and they make fun of him for it constantly. He never has crushes, especially not like this. This is like a golden opportunity: they’re getting peace from his constant idiocy, you were already like their saviour

He’s never quiet, but now he’s almost nervous to speak incase you hear and think he’s dumb. He’s never so...not-annoying, but he doesn’t want to prove to you that Mina was right that day. He didn’t want to be just a warning to you. He wanted to be who you loved, who you yearned for at night, who you grasped when-

“You monologuing again?” Kendo interuppted with a humourous tone from his bedroom door while he sulked into his pillow

He let out a whine and flailed over onto his bed, covering his eyes with his hands

“I just want her to like me...” he pathetically groaned, and for a moment the boy who acted like he was miles above everyone else had succumbed to a normal teenager

Kendo figured she had to thank you for that later

After a small, late-night talk about the importance of being yourself and the unattractiveness of too much pride, Monoma decided that from here on in he’d be completely him. If you didn’t like him for that, then clearly you weren’t meant to be

But he really hoped you did.

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A week later, snarky monoma was back in action- and he spent the entire day of training relishing in his insults and cocky comments towards the members of 1-A

To be honest, he was having so much fun riling them up he almost forgot he was looking out to impress you. Typical Monoma.

That was until he saw you giggle at one of his snide comments made at Bakugo, reeling him back to earth immediately from his throne of false royalty

He looked around for anything, some sort of confirmation it was he you were laughing with and noone else, and when he saw Kendo nodding in support to him from the corner, he felt like cheering out loud

It only encouraged him more though, because his cockiness became unbearable to the opposing class. Luckily though, it became even more amusing to you

He was shooting out insults and taunts left right and centre, his eyes darting in your direction each time one left his lips and his heart fluttering when he saw your eyes searching for him at the same time

It was a small haven. Suddenly the two of you were looking for eachother’s gaze whenever someone from your class screwed up in some way, because you both knew Monoma would have something to say about it

You didn’t care that it was against your class either. He was a pain in the ass to them, snd you could see why, but you just found him hilarious above anything

After all, someone needed to put them in their place every so often

Soon enough, both bakugo and todoroki had clearly had enough of his witty comments, and stormed up to to him to “give him a piece of their minds”

After a small outbreak of bakugo’s screaming and Todoroki’s sassy additions to a nonchalant Monoma, you decided to step in

Not that you didn’t value your two classmates...but Monoma did have better comebacks...plus...he was kinda cute

You rolled your eyes and spoke up,

“Leave him alone you idiots- just because he has better sass than you both do doesn’t mean you gotta go all batshit on him” you rolled your eyes at them before stepping to Monoma

“I never knew you could be so good at riling people up-“ you smirked, noting his shocked expression before quickly adding,

“take it as a compliment- your class is lucky to have you-“

He was so awestruck he couldn’t find a word to say, leaving the entire place in stunned silence for a few seconds, before the feud calmed down and training resumed back to normal.

But It didn’t take long for Mina to tug you away to the side,

“Did you just COMPLIMENT monoma?!” She suddenly asked, her tone laced with shock

“Come on Mina he’s not even that bad-“ you laughed, blushing softly and gazing back to the blonde (who was still staring completely stunned)

“I...i can’t believe someone could actually stand him-“ she laughed with you, “you guys would totally make a cute couple!!” She squealed, receiving a smack on the arm from you with copious amounts of “shut the HELL up before he hears you!!!!” spilling from your lips

“Seriously though y/n- a girl from class 1-A and a guy from class 1-B..... the SCANDAL of it all-“ she dramatically grinned, gasping in fake shock, “and it’s not even just a guy...it’s MONOMA himself” she continued teasing you, laughing when you groaned for her to shut up because you totally didn’t mean it like that...did you?

Since when did your life become a shakespeare play?

—————————-

When you guys finally date, noone could really believe it. Monoma, for one, actually liked someone who wasn’t himself. And you...actually liked him back.

This was either a recipe for the sweetest couple in the world, or a recipe for a couple that could kill you and feel no remorse doing so.

But all that mattered to you both was that you were a couple. You loved him and he loved you too- and when you had that going for you, how much more did you need?

[manjuhitorie]

Hitorie’s Recent Tweets - Translated and Dissected

Hitorie’s recent happenings and side-activities, arranged and explained.  Yumao

Pwease somebody whisk me away to a drummers meetup. I’ve never been.

There was a large meetup the day before he tweeted this, his TL was surely flocking with his friend's photos. Jealous Mao.

 I’m gonna be unza-unza at Kashima PALOOZA.

Hitorie were part of the the opening act for ‘Back Drop Cinderella’ on their ‘Get Serious Dancing The Unza-unza tour’. “Unza-unza” is their own neologism, many song names include the term unza-unza, they play “perverted pop” and dance unza-unza with the crowd, etc. Originated from ‘Emir Kusturica & The No Smoking Orchestra’’s song “unza-unza time”.

Dear newly inaugurated adults, don’t drink alcohol if you’re still not over 20!!!!!!! Over and out!!!!!!

In reference to the January holiday in JP, Seijinshiki. it’s fundamentally a day with haregi kimonos, ceremony, and youngins pronounced of age for adulthood.

Baaro

Slang of “Baka yarou (damned idiot)”, originated from Detective Conan.

Everyone of twitter, you really don’t wanna lose to President Maezawa.

Maezawa Yusaku recently beat the world record for most retweeted tweet, after promoting his retail shopping website ZOZOTOWN by dispensing 1 million yen to 100 chosen retweeters. Which sparked twitter community to start “Resisting President Maezawa” with their own various lotteries. Such as the Golden Egg which did manage to surpass Maezawa.

Did Remo’s CS Clear always have such attack power…? When I had them on my Vistalite set, I sensed they just made it feel fat and heavy but, did they always have such strong attack power?.. They leave such a strong impression...

Ref: https://bit.ly/2szU1Xp

Using my money on gear puts me in such a cheerful mood

[Photo of 3 wrapped drum heads]. He bought them.

Ahh my YD9000, I love you. Thanks much for this year!!

Shinoda

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bshog8EFCt5/

I got a dental crown.

https://privatter.net/p/4137778 - http://onsenmanjukun.tumblr.com/post/172040512391 SND’s dental dilemma is his go-to story at this moment.

https://twitter.com/sho_do_teki/status/1085031296034717696

Why is Shinjuku station all Mister Khamen Reply: Cause the Lion statue is a pyramid. A-a genius has appeared,,,,,

In SND’s favorite manga KinnikuMan, Mister Khamen is a character inspired by olden Egyptian society, hence the pyramid connection. While the Lion is a renowned statue in front of Shinjuku station, like a landmark it’s a common meeting place there.

SND’s original manga slides translation (https://bit.ly/2szU1Xp):  

“Dear Shiohigari, on your 30th year…” “Happy Birthday” “Shiohigari you’re the best I love you”’ “I like-like of the likey you” “Everyone…” “Thank you.” “(Creatures thought to be FF5 Catastrophes, talking in Mojibake)”

Shiohigari, an artist of who is known for his signature draws cute girls with bizarre punchlines. SND also wears his face keychain on his pants often. 

Replies:  Shiohigari “Now I am endlessly depressed. It’s going to be about 10 years since we met isn’t it. Let’s stay together forever.’ SND “I’m glad I didn’t make this the punchline: <picture of a manipulative machine linking up to a brain>. Shioho “I yearn to be like this after all”. SND “True”. Shioho “I blinked and I was in this state, that was the one single lesson I learned in my 20s. Thanks Shinoda-san.” I wanted to avoid drawing my nameless manga so much, that I put a bizarre amount of effort into Shiohigari’s birthday manga

Kamikiri Ryunosuke … Translation: I cut my hair

Kamiki Ryunosuke is the name of an actor. Who’s name resembles the word “kamikiri (haircut)”... He’s making a pun.

I had a dream where The Tunnels (*a longtime comedy duo) forced me to buy a clock for a million yen.

~

At CDJ (Countdown Japan, a new year music festival) we came together in an attempt to awaken Pretty*, I saw the band of my old college mate, I saw the band of one of my manga readers (Big respect for him), per natural I missed Kankaku Pierrot, per usual I saw Shaggy Jr. and Kuusou Iinkai, then I got drunk as a skunk after and chatted it up jovial. CDJ is always the best.

I forgot to include the part about using my phone as a penlight and singing along with the crowd for Wasurerannee yo, ya don't forget about Wasurerannee yo. *(Because their name translates to “I don't forget shittt” sort of phrase.)

Also this is a pretty disgusting tweet but… Before we first met I was the one who was always watching ygarshy play while I was down on the floor, so… When I saw him playing bass at CDJ, something horrifying swelled up in my heart. I truly do like watching ygarshy play bass up on the stage, I realized.

The one who SND was trying wake up, the bassist of go!go!vanillas, Pretty, was involved in a car accident.. Much to his loved one's devastation he was hospitalized and remained unconscious for a few weeks on end.. To at last finally wake up... The band crew reunited at his bedside, his recovery back to his life and the stage is certain.

wowaka

I suck at dealing with the world but I do love people!

I like music too much

January 4th Instagram live report:

“We announced a lot, so look forward to a lot.” hitorie.jp

He lazed around for the new year, he didn’t go home or meet anyone or anything

*Replying to a comment* “I wanna go to Hakone Onsen too”

wowaka’s favorite songs from ‘HOWLS’ are November and Ao.

Said his New years resolution “瞬” derived from “瞬発” 

Went to his first New Year’s visit to shrine at Sensouji in Asakusa, received the super rare good luck fortune.

On the subject of the upcoming Chou Hinichijou Hitori-escape, which includes special events for each member, he laughed at a comment saying it’s a chance for Yuma to probably go on rambling about drums and rhythm: "Hahaha, he loves drums after all".

also bonus info on Polaris I’ll flinging here: https://twitter.com/boat_manju/status/1067352775892324353 https://twitter.com/boat_manju/status/1066948087468515334

ygarshy

As support for Wasurerannee yo, guests upon Arukara’s tour, we finished our show up in Sapporo, Hokkaido. I send gratitude towards everyone who was at the arena. Shimogami-san (Arukara’s bassist) when he mowed down the trinkets on top of Taisuke’s (Arukara’s vocalist) amp with his shield of wildness, that brought me such satisfaction to watch.

I’ve arrived back at home in Tokyo a step ahead of everyone else. Shimogami-san’s bass line in their new song was extremely cool.

I’m in Osaka right now. Time for the support of Wasureranee yo at the live house Shinsabashi JANUS. In the same fashion as Wasurerannee yo, Hitorie will also later be joining ‘Sukippara ni Sake’ on their new release Doro.ep’. tour.

ygarshy has been filling in as the bassist for the band ‘Wasureranee yo’ He’s been parading along for a many gigs since July of last year, including CDJ2019, their big solo show final, various festivals, and more. + yg is in 3 songs on their new single: “That guy hit a long shot and that girl swooned while I was at home”. “Odore Hikikomori”, “When we all cheered the only glass you didn’t tap was mine”. Judging by the photos Shibata posts of their partnership, they seem to be staying awake until 4 drinking and smiling together, often have their arms wrapped around shoulders, and yg seems to be truly enjoying it.

Advanced pizza

<Photo of three boxes of different card games, including Startups, One Night Werewolf, and The Lost Legacy> <https://twitter.com/ygarshy/status/1082259497819824128> 

The ambience of a new year

<Photo of a mixed pizza> <https://twitter.com/ygarshy/status/1081559687961739265> Pretty I believe in you Good morning Pretty

[pascalslittlebrat]

FIRST OF ALL MY HEART AT READING THIS IS SECOND TO LAST 😩

SECOND, I can’t wait for Matteo and Angel to get what the deserve for hurting our baby and get club.

THIRD IM SOFT SO FUCKING SOFT! You write so beautifully, I’m always excited to see the things you bring out because you have such a way with words. You make me feel all the things and this chapter was vulnerability and softness and I’m just so

You’re my girl, he’d said and right then that was all you wanted to be. You'd spent every moment taking care of the club and everyone in it. You were so tired. Couldn’t you let someone take care of you for just one fucking second?

As someone who does this I know how it feelsto have so much on you that you’re ready to give into being taken care of for once.

You poured yourself into him and let go. You ran your hands over his shoulders and down his back. Nothing could get to you when you were wrapped up in his arms.

“I walked into your club and I’ve been acting like an idiot ever since,” he told you.

I LOVE THESE LINES SO MUCH SEEING THEM GIVE THEMSELVES TO EACH OTHER IM SOFT SND CRYING TEARS OF JOY😭💜 this was so beautiful and I’m ready for the next part even if it’s the end because you’re incredible🥺

Takes Two to Tango - Part 8

PART 8: HEART OF GLASS

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader, Mobster!Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

Words: 3691

Rating: E NSFW 18+!

Warnings: strip club, alcohol, cigarettes, violence, gun violence, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (if there’s something I missed, feel free to give me a heads up)

Summary: After breaking things off with Pedro, you are confronted with a threat that's been looming longer than you realized.

a/n: I hate to tell you this but this is the second to last chapter in this fic. (Unless we do a second series...) I truly can't believe that this has been going strong for the past 8 weeks and every single comment, reblog, and tag has just exploded my heart. Truly can't wait to hear what you think about this chapter!

You had decided to keep the coat but you left it under a pile of papers in the corner of your office. You weren’t going to wear it and it hadn’t changed any of your feelings. You couldn’t be with someone like Pedro. It didn’t matter if he’d protected you. You couldn’t let anyone come between you and the club and your girls. You hoped Lenin really had told Pedro you’d thrown the damn thing out.

Maybe he had because you hadn’t heard a word from Pedro since. No more grand gestures. You were sure it was only a matter of time before he would send Oscar around to shake you down again. You pushed that thought out of your mind whenever it came to you. You were busy.

You spent three weeks burying yourself in work. You finally finished doing the books, you cleared up invoices, and you even moved on to the tasks that had fallen to the bottom of your list long ago.

There were things that needed cleaning and repairs that had been overlooked for months, years. Things that you’d never had time to do or hadn’t had patience for. You were handy enough to deal with most of it on your own. And it was a good distraction. You hated that you still needed to keep your mind occupied even after so much time had passed. Whatever had happened with you and Pedro was just a blip. It didn’t deserve to take up so much space in your had. He never should have in the first place.

Once you’d gotten ahead with the club you could relax, you told yourself. You would feel content. That was the issue. You’d been too distracted from the club. Daddy’s couldn’t let you down. You got back what you put into it. It was your first love. If anything, this had been a reminder of your priorities.

You’d come in early on a Saturday, your hair under a kerchief, to address a leaky pipe below the locker room sink. The thing had been dripping into a bucket for months after the last half-assed attempt at a repair and you were determined to put a stop to it.

You liked jobs like this now. You liked tiring yourself out, strangling the wrench and pushing on the pipes with all of your strength. You wanted to be so exhausted when you finished the night that you fell into bed and sleep came immediately.

You had the radio on in the locker room and you finally wrestled hard enough to remove the trap from the drain. Brown water dumped all over the floor and down your front.

“Son of a bitch!” you yelled. You hurled the wrench to the ground, exasperated, and it cracked one of the cheap tiles.

“Fuck!” Now you had two repairs to deal with and a mess to clean up.

You heard a noise out front over the music. You hoped Harry had come in to set up the bar. He was pretty early, the club wouldn’t be open for a few hours. Maybe he could help you with the sink.

You dusted off your jeans, wiped your forehead, and went out front. You heard another noise. That wasn’t right. Then came a crash and your stomach dropped.

A short guy in a bomber jacket with a neat beard stood at the stage. Another man was behind the bar, your bar, lifting bottles up and smashing them on the ground one by one.

“Motherfucker!” you yelled.

The guy in the bomber jacket turned around. He looked delighted to see you.

“This her?” he asked, looking past you over your shoulder.

You whipped around.

“Yeah, Matteo, it’s her.” The man behind you had a tanned complexion and a shaggy haircut. You immediately knew where you’d seen him last– sitting in the driver's seat of a Chevy Impala.

Before you could do anything, he shoved you forwards.

“Hey, fuck you! Don’t fucking touch me!” you protested as he balled the back of your shirt into his fist and used it to push you towards Matteo.

Behind the bar, a bottle of Bombay Sapphire went into a mirror with a terrible bang. You jumped.

Your gun was in your bag in your desk drawer, you realized. Fuck.

Mr. Chevy thrust you into a chair in front of the stage.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you spat at Matteo. He seemed to be in charge.

A bottle of Jack Daniels shattered.

“Where’s Daddy?” he demanded.

“I don’t fucking know. Does it look like he’s here?” you asked.

“Angel,” he said to his friend at the bar, and another bottle hit the floor.

“Do you have a hearing problem, asshole?” you snapped.

“Hey!” Chevy yelled and grabbed your shoulder violently.

Your heart was pounding in your ears, face burning.

Angel decided that he was done at the bar and began flipping tables and throwing stools around. One connected with a mirror over the booths.

Matteo leaned over, bracing his hands on the back of your chair so that his face was so close to yours, his nose almost touched you. The shoulder holster he wore peeked out from under his jacket.

“This is Daddy’s bar so where is he?”

Fury coursed through you. You thought about kicking Matteo in the balls, biting his fucking nose off. But even you were smart enough to know that you couldn’t take on three armed gangsters single handedly.

“I haven’t spoken to him in weeks. You’re looking in the wrong state. Probably the wrong country,” you hissed.

Angel had unzipped his pants and was taking a piss on the carpet. You wanted to cut his dick off.

“Well, he owes us. So you owe us.”

“I don’t owe you jack shit!” you glared at him.

That was when he hit you. It shocked you more than it hurt. It happened so fast you hadn't even been able to anticipate it, couldn’t dodge or flinch. You sat bewildered for a second as the tingle of pain started across your cheek.

“Listen to me you mouthy cunt,” Matteo growled, “we’re collecting what we’re owed.”

He took his gun from its holster and pressed the barrel into your forehead. You froze but you refused to turn your eyes away. You were memorizing this motherfucker’s face.

“And if Daddy doesn’t pay up in 24 hours, I’m going to come and take something that’ll make him think twice about skipping out on a debt.”

Hot tears were welling up in your eyes. You wanted to scream.

“Yeah. That shut you up good,” he snickered.

His slimy eyes looked down the front of your shirt.

“You tell Daddy we’re waiting.”

Matteo straightened, taking the gun out of your face, and went to the bar where he grabbed a bottle of rum. He took a swig and said, “We’re done here.”

The other two started for the door.

“See you tomorrow,” he said, and threw the bottle at your feet as he left.

When you were alone, you finally let the tears go. You doubled over, the anger washed out of you and was replaced by a flood of fear, everything you had held back. You gasped for air through your sobs, your entire body shaking. When you worked up the strength to sit upright again, fear turned to despair. The club was a disaster. Velvet curtains had been ripped down, nearly every mirror was broken, stools were upended and splintered. Neon lights hung in pieces, flickering desperately. The bar was a wreck, all of the liquor was now a puddle on the floor, shards of the shattered drinking glasses covered the counter. Not to mention the trail of piss that covered an unreasonable amount of carpet. It was as though a tornado had ripped through the place, calamitous and quick.

You swallowed down your tears.

There wasn’t time to feel sorry for yourself. You had work to do. So much of it. You started off with a phone call.

The state of Daddy’s was shocking. It smelled strongly of liquor, smashed glass strewn over every surface. It was hardly a shadow of the clean, organized place it ought to be on a Saturday night.

When Pedro arrived, you were sitting at a booth, the one where you two had had that first conversation. He’d come as quickly as he could but he hadn’t been prepared for what he saw.

You looked awful. You were stooped over the table, a cigarette burning to ash in your hand. When you looked up at Pedro, he saw that your eyes were glassy. He felt a pang of anguish seeing you so undone.

“Thanks for coming,” you managed, your voice raw.

You finally put out the cigarette and shifted in your seat.

“What’s going on?” Pedro asked and slid into the booth. He couldn’t catch your eye.

You put your head back into your hands and sighed. Resigned, you finally looked at him and said, “I need your help.”

Those were words Pedro had once longed to hear. You were strong but he’d tried to wear you down. He’d hoped that one day you’d give in. In fact your conviction was going to make victory even sweeter. But that desire was long gone.

He didn’t want you to come crawling to him, broken. He didn’t want to see your club in shambles. He didn’t want you to be in pain.

“My father,” you choked out. “He’s been borrowing money off some loan sharks in Tijuana.”

You sighed and shook your head, angry, tired.

“He owes them...I don’t even know how much. I’m sure it’s a fortune.”

Pedro listened, wanting nothing more than to draw you in.

“I’m going to need some protection. I can cut you in,” you took a breath before you said with anguish, “fifteen percent.”

No, this wasn’t what Pedro wanted.

“I’m not taking your money,” he said.

Your jaw quivered but you tried to hide it.

“Did they hurt you?” he asked.

You shook your head but he knew each injury to the bar might as well have been taken out on your body.

“Come here,” he pulled you across to him. You were like a rag doll. He clasped your cheek in his palm.

“Listen to me. Nobody’s going to fucking touch you. You’re my girl. I’m going to take care of it. Understand?”

You closed your eyes and tears rolled down your cheeks. He wrapped his arms around you, you fit under his chin so perfectly. He held you and let you cry.

He was going to fix this. Oscar could recruit someone to clean up the place. Miguel would put some men outside. Nobody would step inside Daddy’s with his muscle guarding it. If these thugs were still in the city, it would be easy to track them down. They would learn what a mistake it was to fuck with you.

You, he would take care of himself.

“You’re going to come home with me. You’ll be safe there.”

You shook your head.

“I’m not asking you. This is our deal,” he said.

It hurt him when you nodded weakly. In a million years he hadn’t expected you to agree without putting up a fight. Whatever they’d done, it had scared the shit out of you. And Pedro was going to make them pay.

You hadn’t been to Pedro’s since the day you’d broken things off with him. You had been so embarrassed to call him, to beg him for help, after you’d told him to fuck off out of your life. But he’d come to you immediately and you’d fucking cried into his shirt like a little girl. There was no way he would respect you after that. Still, you couldn’t fight how relieved you felt to have him there even though you were too proud to admit it. He’d kept a constant, steady hand on you the entire way from Daddy’s to his front door.

You’d described the three assholes to Pedro and gave him the name Matteo. He promised it was enough to find them. He let you shower while he went to make arrangements.

As you stood in the warm water, you realized that you were still trembling. The ghost of the cold barrel against your forehead still haunted you. You had to pull it together. It was bad enough that Pedro had come to your rescue. You were stronger than this.

Pedro left you one of his silk pajama tops. It felt good to wrap yourself in something soft and oversized. It smelled like him but now you did too, the clean smell of his soap.

“I can send one of the boys to pick up some things from your place tomorrow,” he said. He was standing in the doorway.

You were too exhausted to protest and sat on the edge of the bed. He took your face in his hands and examined you.

“They hit you,” he said. There must have been a welt on your cheek.

You didn’t want to admit it. You’d never been struck before, not by anybody. You shouldn’t have let yourself be caught off guard. And after all of the years on your own, all of the people you’d pissed off, to be hit in the face by some two bit gangster?

But it had happened. You nodded.

Pedro sat beside you and carefully put his lips on the spot. You wondered if he was noting your injuries so he could exact revenge. If he was, he didn’t tell you. Still, it stung you. You couldn’t protect yourself. You couldn’t even get your own retribution.

“Hey,” he whispered, as if he could read your mind. His eyes were so warm, searching over your face.

You’re my girl, he’d said and right then that was all you wanted to be. You'd spent every moment taking care of the club and everyone in it. You were so tired. Couldn’t you let someone take care of you for just one fucking second?

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he said.

“Pedro would you just…” it was hard for you to say it even now. “Will you hold me for a minute?”

You asked. You could hardly meet his eye. You didn’t want him to see how weak you’d become.

He pulled you into his arms again and smoothed his hand down your back. He felt so broad and immovable, so secure. He kept you pressed to his chest, running his fingers through your damp hair and murmuring little endearments to you.

“You’re my beautiful girl. There’s nothing to worry about. I’ve got you.”

“Pedro, shut up,” you said and he obeyed.

Instead, he kissed you. You hadn’t kissed him since the last time you’d been here but it felt like you’d never done it before. It was somehow deep and gentle at the same time and your chest felt warm. He’d never kissed you like that. His big hands were on either side of your face, his tongue caressing yours.

You wanted to be closer to him, to feel more of him against you. You ran your hands up under the turtleneck he was wearing. He helped you by stripping it off. His skin was so smooth under except for his scars. His shoulder still looked ripe and red. You ran your fingers over it gingerly then looked up at him. He’d really fucking meant it when he said he would protect you. He’d done it before hadn’t he?

He put his lips to your forehead.

“I can’t stop wanting you,” you admitted. God, you felt like an idiot saying that. You wished you could put the words back in your mouth.

Pedro brushed the pad of his thumb down your neck. You felt so small under his hands like he could hold you entirely in his palm. He was smiling. Not the same look of smug amusement that he normally wore, a genuine, warm smile that could break your heart.

“You’ve got me,” he whispered. “I’m all yours.”

You didn’t think you’d be capable of breathing again. You hardly wanted to move, like the slightest gesture might ruin this. Your defenses could come crashing down around you at any second.

Pedro tilted your chin up to him and kissed you again. You poured yourself into him and let go. You ran your hands over his shoulders and down his back. Nothing could get to you when you were wrapped up in his arms.

Pedro kissed over your jaw and down your neck. You let out a breath. His lips were so soft but the hairs on his face tickled you. When he reached your collarbone, his hands went to your shirt, working at the buttons so there would be nothing between you. You moaned quietly when he slid the shirt down your shoulders, silk cascading down your arms.

His eyes drank you in. He didn’t give you the hungry gaze you were used to. His eyes were so soft. In fact it was hard to believe they had ever been otherwise.

His brows came together, two deep lines cut between them. You realized he’d never seen you like this, completely exposed. All the times before had been hot and messy, too focused on lust to bother fully undressing.

He traced his finger carefully over your sternum and down your belly. Your lips parted as you shivered.

“Beautiful,” he murmured into your lips.

You dove into his mouth, pressing your chest against his. He planted his hands around your middle.

He pulled away to put more kisses down your body and you whimpered. You didn’t want him any further away even if it was for your own benefit. You had never been like this before, vulnerable and needy.

His lips wanted to cover every inch of you. He buried his face between your breasts and you twisted your fingers into his hair. He sighed as his stubble grazed your nipple and you let out a gasp.

He looked up at you, concerned, and you grabbed him under his chin to pull him back up for her another kiss. You pulled away and put a peck on the bridge of his nose.

He smiled. Fuck he looked so gorgeous when he smiled.

“I walked into your club and I’ve been acting like an idiot ever since,” he told you.

You smiled but at the mention of the club you felt a stab of sadness. He could see it in your eyes and his lips twisted, upset that he had made you feel anything other than safe.

“You’re with me,” he said. He traced the outline of your bottom lip with his thumb. “Don’t.”

He kissed you sweetly and then sunk between your thighs. Pedro put his lips to your belly and then your hip. He opened your legs and kissed the inside of your thighs. It was so gentle that it made your head spin.

He began just by nuzzling at you which made you gasp. His tongue found you once he’d made you moan, working featherlight circles around you. Your head fell back. The world disappeared and you forgot about everything. You could barely remember your own name.

Your hips lifted and you ground into him as he lavished you with his tongue. You were molten, your whole body thick and liquid and burning.

The sensation that came was less of a crescendo and more like a single, sustained note. It felt like he could keep you going, a long, rolling wave of pleasure, unending. It was unbelievable. You were there at the crest for longer than you could ever remember and then finally you washed up on shore. Your body was tingling and shaking, your heart pounding. You gasped for air. And he watched you with his soft eyes.

He ran his hand back up, warm and gentle over your belly and palming your nipples until he was back and your neck. His light touch set you off again, twitching, reaching for him to hold you.

You kissed him, his mouth wet with you.

“You feel good?” He breathed.

You were senseless, managing only a noise. Pedro put his head beside you on the pillow. He brushed his hand over your cheek.

“I still want you,” you said when you could make words.

You reached for his belt.

“You sure?” he asked.

You nodded. You wanted him to fuck you until you forgot everything, to keep your mind blank before reality sunk in.

You wrapped your knee around his hip and worked his pants open, freeing his stiff cock. It was leaking, slick. He started at your touch and swore. You whimpered for him. You’d given up all of your pride. All you wanted was more of him.

He slid into you with a hiss, his hand wrapped around the meat of your thigh. He didn’t move, seemed to be enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by you. You arched into him, urging him on and he smiled and obliged, rolling into you. You moaned again, grazing your hands down his chest. His kisses were desperate and wet.

“You’re my girl,” he whispered into your lips.

It made your breath catch. You weren’t even embarrassed by how those words thrilled you.

You pulled him over you, wanting to be blanketed by him, crushed by his warmth. He thrust with ease now, grunting, his eyes watching you as he buried himself in you.

He rasped your name and you clasped your hand around his shoulder, being careful of his scar. It was evidence, a permanent mark on him because of you.

You felt him twitching in you.

“Cum in me,” you told him and he shuddered and groaned.

He pushed his face into your neck as he fell apart and you clenched around him. He rested his weight on you and it felt so delicious. You could feel his heart thumping against your chest.

You lay together, limbs tangled with him still inside of you, shivering with pleasure.

---PART 9 FINALE COMING SOON

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