#i can’t do this i’m going to bed bruvs

[calicoups]

i am severely unwell after watching this.

cus why did i keep rewatching this video.

the fucking body rolls in that skin tight ass sheer shirt is fucking insane like if you wanted me to go mental just say that choi seungcheol when i catch you

guys i am really not okay. the fucking body rolls and the way you can see his torso moving like that so clearly because of the skin tight sheer shirt i’m gonna fucking lose my minnddddddd he��s so fine im gonna cry i cant do this what the fuck!!!!!

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Jealousy Jealousy

Swerve Strickland X fem reader

Requested by: @wrestlingbabe Main Masterlist

Summary: Swerve made it very clear from the beginning that he and Y/n were nothing more than friends who occasionally slept together. They were able to see other people and do what they pleased since they weren’t together. So why is it that Swerve is so jealous when he sees Y/n with other men, especially Will? 

Warnings: SMUT, oral f receiving

“So tell me again why we can’t be together?” Will asked me as he sucked on that sweet spot on my neck. “I told you, this is going to just cause trouble. I don’t need that right now” I told him “I don’t understand what it is that you see in him, I could treat you so much better Y/n. You said it yourself, to him you were nothing more than sex. To me you are everything.” Will had a point, Swerve made it very clear from the beginning that what we had was nothing more than two adults who needed that release. So why was it that I couldn't stop thinking about him? Swerve made me feel things I’d never felt before, I fear that he ruined all other men for me. Truth be told I don’t even like Will, all of this is just to make Swerve jealous. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing. It was Swerve. Before I even had the chance to react, Will picked up the phone. “Sorry Bruv, she’s quite busy at the moment” I heard the Brit say before hanging up. “What was that for?” I asked. “What? I wasn’t lying, you are busy, this is his loss” I felt sick. I didn’t sleep with Will that night, I tried to in order to distract myself from Swerve but I just couldn't do it. 

I returned to my hotel room feeling on edge. I felt like I was being watched. I filled up the large tub with bubbles in an attempt to relax. My skin burned once the water hit my skin. Soon I was able to let myself sink into the water, letting my worries disappear. Just then I felt it. A pair of hands found their way to my shoulders, making their way to my throat. My body shot up, instantly aware of the situation I found myself in. “Shhhhh, don’t fight it, baby, it will just make it worse” I knew that voice all too well. “Did you fuck him?” he asked. I didn’t respond, too frozen in fear to find the words. “I’m asking you a dam question Y/n, did you fuck him?” “No Swerve I did not fuck him,” I told Swerve. “Good, girl” Swerve whispered in my ear as his hands now found themselves on my breasts. “Just relax baby girl, let me take care of you,” Swerve told me. I melted in his touch. I let him work the tense muscles. Just then I heard the sound of his belt hit the bathroom tile. I watched in adoration as he entered the tub. He pulled my body against his as his hands made their way to my clit. He slowly traced circles on the sensitive nub as he placed delicate kisses on my collarbone. “I’m not even doing anything yet and you are already a mess,” Swerve said as he began the assault on my pussy. It was embarrassing how quickly he was making my orgasm approach. Just as I was about to reach that release Swerve stopped, causing me to cry out in agony. “Don’t worry baby girl, I’ll let you cum. Let’s get out of this tub and let me take care of you” I let Swerve wrap me up in a fluffy towel and carry me to the bed. He wasted no time. He was quick to bring me back to that high as he sucked on my clit. I lost track of how many times I came on his face, he just felt so good I just couldn't help myself. 

I couldn't take it anymore, I was lost in my own world. Everything had become too much. “No more” I whined out. “Who else makes you feel like this huh? Who else worships your body like I do? No one” Swerve said seductively as slowly got on top of me. “You are mine, Y/n. You belong to me. No one makes me feel the thing I feel when I am with you” Swerve said. “I thought you said we were nothing more than sex?” I questioned softly. “That was a lie, I was scared to admit it at first but I’m fucking in love with you. You are mine. If anyone dares to come near you, I will kill them. That Billy Goat is a dead man” 

[bontenslut3]

who’s my obedient slut?

HEYYY YALL IM BACK FROM NOT POSTING CAUSE I HAD ZERO IDEAS BUT SINCE IM A HOBIE LOVER HERES ONE

Warnings/Tags- unprotected sex, creampie, tittie play, biting , HEAVY details , rough sex , praise , virgin reader , smut with barely no plot , use of the n word and slut , mention of spanking . Sorry for any minor spellings I’ll fix it later

Please don’t read if your not of age you can get me and you in trouble. BUT HAVE FUN GUYS

I wanted him to pin me down on the bed i begged and planned this remember?

“Get on your knees now “

“ hobie please im sorry I won’t do it again i promise “ i pleaded on the floor crying after breaking one of his favorite chokers and trying to hide it. The other girls outside of the door listening.

“ you know y/n your the only virgin slut i have that I haven’t fucked since I got so maybe todays your day huh princess what do you say you

A : take a hard spanking from me while having your hands tied behind your back and a vibrator in that nice pussy of yours

or you

B : take my cock from behind while having slow hot sex while I stretch out that nice and tight ass of yours ? “ he says laying out a black leather belt on his lap

“ I choose b “

“ hmmm amazing choice now take off those slutty clothes and get on the bed for me hmm?” Hobie says walking around to put the belt back and than I felt him behind me that’s when EVERYTHING changed that night

On a cold night with the moonlight shining though the window his clothes half way off his back and muscles showing looking me dead in the eyes than kissing my neck slowly while telling me I'm all his and that he'll never leave me alone until the day we die , holding one of my legs on his waist biting my neck than placing a soft but a deep and passionate kiss on my lips while I wrap my arms around his neck never letting him go , his hands trailing up my shirt.

Whispering slowly into my ear If I was sure I wanted this he knew I wanted him for the longest so of course I said yes.

he takes off his shirt fully while forcing my head to look at him in the eyes, I was embarrassed it was my first time ever having sex than he helps me remove my clothes while slowly kissing my neck and playing with my breast , biting deep but soft into my neck forcing a moan out of me. He moves one of my legs to the side while rubbing circles on my sensitive spot

" you like it don't you l've been waiting so long to taste you baby " he whispered into my ears while taking off his pants I could feel him getting hard I wanted him to just fuck me already but I had to be patient , the things he could do to me .

" your gonna take my dick like a good girl right? Hmm?"

“ hobie please- “

He bits down on my neck again “ I didn’t ask for you to beg or plead I asked for an answer “

“ yes “ i whispered

“ speak up! I can’t hear that sexy voice of yours baby “

“ Yes! “ I yelled letting him know I was serious about taking him

“ aww that’s my girl I like it when you yell out yes”

Hobie’s phone rings and it’s miles on the line

“ yo miles ill be a while bruv i have something nice and tight waiting for me to finish them “

He hangs up the phone and turns his attention to me “ I hope you know that ‘ nice and tight ‘ thing is you “

He turns me around face flat on my stomach sliding his cock in my ass aggressively, i yelled out in pain he didn’t even give me the chance to think after that. He starting humping me aggressively all the lube he put in my ass sliding out , wet sounds from his dick hitting my ass and the lube mixed it’s like he’s taking out all his pent up aggression out on me.

“ fu-fuck hobie can you be a little soft it’s my fi-first time “ I said stuttering from how hard he was fucking me his cock slamming in and out of my ass.

“ be softer?! Oh no princess I’m not sure I’m going to do that. it’s your first time and I want you to remember every last bit of this. no Niga can fuck you as good as I can baby, no one can put you to sleep with they dick like I can I promise you baby I promise you no one can fuck you like I can.”

Hobie keeps fucking me my body feels numb and weak but I loved the way his dick made me feel I was going crazy for him I don’t know if I wanted more or if I wanted him to stop it felt to good and I wanted to cry from how hard he was fucking me but I couldn’t…I begged him for more I didn’t want him to stop the pain felt amazing.

“ oh now you want me to keep going huh!? you like that baby huh!? you like how deep my cocks going into that nice tight ass of yours ?! Told you no one can fuck you like me no Niga gon fuck you but me right ? Your all mines and no one else?!”

“ y-yes hobie I’m all yours “

“ say what i want to hear slut “

“ no Niga can fuck me like you can “

“ huh say it louder I can’t hear you baby!! I want you to scream it “

“ No niga can fuck me like you can !! “

“ that’s it baby yes oh fuck yes that’s it I’m about cum... fuck your amazing oh fuck I’m so fucking close “

“ ah-ah~ shit ah oh fuck mmm that felt amazing fuck” Hobie cums Deep inside of me some of his cum leaking out of my ass , my pussy wet and wanting to be fucked.

* deep breathing * “ ah oh fuck that was amazing. Hmm aww your pussies all wet she wants me to fuck her? To bad I’m all out of energy fuck that drained me “ he said while smacking my ass and fingering me

“ maybe if your a obedient slut tomorrow night I’ll fuck your wet pussy okay baby ?” He kisses my forehead and spoons me. before all this I was scared of sex but maybe after this I’ll keep being hobie’s obedient slut and yes all the girls on the other side of the door heard idc .

[lanareadsbooks]

Sneaking out.

Hobie x you

Context: you and Hobie are dating and your a Spider-Man/Women but still a bit new to the whole thing so your clumsy and a bit reckless and Hobie basically forbids you to go on fights w/o him. But your Spider-Women he can’t ground you… right?

So you’re getting your ass kicked by some villain. Of the week. Ohhh my God! Hobie literally took this guy out in 10 minutes yesterday. Why is this so difficult? You thought. Ok can we wrap this up dude? You asked while perched on a lamppost. Its like 3am you said looking down at your watch, than you realized.. 3AM!?! Oh fuck! Hobies gonna be home in like 30 minutes. Luckily you were able to web the guy to a billboard. And head home. You crawled through the window thinking you had just enough time… and boom, a light flicked on. (Shit) you froze. Well if it isn’t the friendly neighborhood “spider-women” he said sarcastically. Heyyy babe glad to see your back. Just went out for a late night swing, missed you. You said trying to play it off. Don’t even try ‘at dumb shit on me luv. Cuz it ain’t gonna work. Ok but this dude he was terrifying these poor people and- nuh uh, he said cutting you off. I don’t care what was goin on. We. Had. A. Deal. He said disappointingly. You don’t go off doing your little stunts unsupervised and you get full privilege of your suit. Which! You’re losin by the way. Bu- you interrupt, but he stops you. And you broke said deal. So there are gonna be som serious consequences. You just stood there nervously but also very curious as to what your boyfriend was going to do to you. Now come with me. He leads you into your shared bedroom and had you sit on the bed. Him still standing and you having direct eye contact with his clothed dick. You couldn’t help staring. But suddenly you felt your face being shoved into it. You wanna stare go ahead. Get a realll good look ‘ah it. He said dominantly while rubbing your face in his crotch. You tried to push him away but his strength overpowered yours, eventually he let you go and he took a deep breath. Now he said with a sigh “Get up” he said with his voice darkening. You quickly got up off the bed because you new he wasn’t playing anymore. He sat down on the bed and looked into your eyes with disappointment. You suddenly felt slightly guilty for disobeying him. “I’m sorry” was all that came out while you looked at your feet. Oh ‘yer gonna be sorry. Just wait. Your heatbeat quickened. He then pushed the button that released you from your suit (imagine it like Toms suit from the first movie) you now just standing there in your undergarments, shifted uncomfortably in the cold room. Waiting to find out what your partner was going to do to you. Suddenly you feel him tugging you down onto.. His lap?!! No no no you thought. The last time he spanked you, you couldn’t sit for a week. You struggled trying to avoid the inevitable. Stop squirmin luv. You’re only gonna make this harder. You stopped moving thinking he might go easier on you.. you were wrong. Halfway through you were bawling your eyes out begging him for a break. Please hobie! It hurts, you say while sobbing, please what? He asks clearly unbothered with your current state. Please sir. A break please. You hyperventilated, hmmm.. no. He quickly resumed with your punishment. Eventually he stopped to admire his work and bc your ass was redder than his suit. Look at this pretty ass. Good thing you slipped up I was just achin to put a brat in her place. Now. Are we gonna do that again? He asked. Noooo you responded while still sobbing. Excuse me ? No- uh no sir. You said. Good.

******************************************* you awoke early in the am on your stomach to Hobie getting a call from headquarters asking him to come on a mission. Ugh you sighed quietly. Apart of the reason you acted up was because you missed your boyfriend. Yeah sorry bruv. Got somethin come up can’t do it today. Yea, ok, peace. You smiled sleepily knowing you’d have him to yourself today. suddenly you felt someone spooning you from behind. Next time you miss me love, just tell me. Don’t go acting all bitchy on me. -the end. Babes I literally wrote this in 20 minutes so don’t judge it too hard ok? And this is the first fic going on my new account so send me any requests you want Love y’all! (And if my ask bar isn’t working I’m sorry please just message me the ask) or dm me instas in my bio!

[rhazimpulsivelyposts]

It’s hot af in my house during the afternoons right now, but aaayye I got my electricity bill down to an average of $2.70 a day 🥳

I can’t tell if I’m lazy and don’t want to continue on my kitchen

Or if my period is going to start so I’m more tired so I don’t feel like continuing in the kitchen

Or if work is burning me out so I’m tied and don’t feel like continuing on the kitchen

Like I have a list of things to do and buy and I’m just like “eh but I’d rather lay in bed on my phone and eat snacks though”

But like it’s my house and I can go at what ever pace I want to. I think ♑️ really wants to cook in my house, or wants me to cook? But I don’t have any cookware or dishware 🤣 and he keeps mentioning it but like look bruv I don’t feel like scrubbing the other cabinet and laying more peel and stick right now. I don’t feel like removing the door things on the side with the stove and scrubbing the whole outside of the upper cabinets on that side right now. I’ll get there, idk when but I’ll get there 😅. I’m perfectly fine with not cooking right now 😅, honestly I’m fine with never cooking again. But I KNOW I need to continue the kitchen so I can move to the red room or the office, I just don’t have the energy right now 😭

I just want cuddles and when I’m not getting cuddles I just want to lay in bed and rest because my mind is fcked from skipping my medication and my body is tired from my job (that I do like)

And honestly I don’t even think he cares enough to actually rush me and it’s just me putting pressure on myself because I feel guilty for laying in bed instead of cleaning.

I’m tired of cleaning this house 🤣 I have so much more to go. I love this house and I am thankful for this house but I legit think I’ma be here for like 2 1/2 years before it fully fits any vision or what I see for it. I don’t even have artwork up in the living room, it’s just a living room with a cool couch and a loft bed 🤣 the walls are bland ! I have so much wall space. I’ll get there.

Relax Rhaz, you need a mental rest before you can continue our art project 😘

[chicademartinica]

I’m just here to scream uncontrollably over @lurkingshan ‘s incredible list and add something as someone who grew up with a blind grandmother. I love all the points but fam fam fam :

Point 7 : YES ! This man is UNSETTLED when he is told to leave like TO GO WHERE EXACTLY WHAT DO YOU MEAN LEAVE ? YOU ? ALONE ? And it’s sending me fam.

Point 8 : So elegant in his possessiveness .Bruv is better than me because when August asked “May I take over ?” I, Chica, daughter of Jo, said NO HOE YOU MAY NOT to my screen. (Also Day’s lil hand press when he let go I’m catatonic.)

Point 9 : HE STOPPED SMOKING ! Fam if you know me you know I’m a sucker for this. I’m still screaming over King stopping for Uea in Bed Friend. I love this trope I LOVE IT.

Point 11: Sir do you realize that you are all up on that man all the time like I understand that you don’t want to be overheard and that you are guiding him and all BUT YOU ARE ALL UP IN THAT MAN’S FACE SHARING BREATH BACK AND FORTH LIKE HOW ARE YOU NOT DIZZY.

Finally, as a blind woman’s granddaughter, let me share with you that Mhok’s knows how to shadow. How to be present without being intrusive. When to back up and when to step up. Finally he knows, without growing up with it,how to supply Day’s interlocutors with eye contact. People do it instinctively,they look over to you (the “shadow”) because we also communicate with our eyes and they feel that they can’t do it. Day’s professor does it, Gee does it, Day’s friends do it even August’s bitch ass. And Mhok supplies the meaningful eye contact they need because he is perfect back up. That’s why him not telling Day immediately that August was there in the bar. might be a problem.

God, Mhok is already so gone on Day, let me count the ways:

He’s going so above and beyond his caretaker duties, I haven’t checked the contract but I’m pretty sure cute lil dates are not in the job description

Waking him up by leaning over him straight out of the shower I see you sir!

He’s always attuned to Day’s emotions and looking out for his feelings

The way he keeps looking at him and calling him cute with total sincerity

He really likes Day’s snarky sense of humor and finds him funny, he’s always chuckling to himself when he’s talking to Day

He is constantly touching Day, for guidance and reassurance but also because he clearly just wants to

He never wants to leave him and is visibly unsettled when he’s told he can go

He was definitely a little jealous of August throughout their interactions (but keeping a lid on it because he’s respectful)

He has stopped smoking!!

He was so excited for their dinner date and immediately leaned into the excuse to flirt shamelessly

He stands so so close to him like way beyond what is necessary, his face is always right up in Day’s face

Blushing and rubbing his neck and smiling uncontrollably while they sniff flowers together CASE CLOSED TBH

He just keeps spending his entire day with Day morning to night he is not interested in being anywhere else

The way his face just absolutely plummeted and he teared up when Day admitted he has feelings for August, similar to Day I am NOT OKAY THANK YOU FOR ASKING

[ruethedaytumbles]

I have a whole Google Doc with Incorrect Quotes, so, have them but with VALORANT CHARACTERS CAUSE IM OBSESSED--

Killjoy [as a child, talking about Brimstone]:  “He’s bribing me with cookies...and it’s fricking working.” Jett: “Did you just fart?” Raze:  “Moroccan?  No! Maraca!” [Raze dancing around Cypher, who is standing, very annoyed.] Sage: “Why are you in my closet??” Omen: “I was trying to scare you-” VP: [Fighting] Aqua (Valo OC): “I just wanted to find my shinguards-” Reyna: “I’m better than you by a long shot” Jett: “No, a short shot” Reyna: “I’m still better than you.” Phoenix: “Come on!!” Jett: “Don’t you ‘Come on’ me.” [Awkward silence] Skye’s Tiger: [Aggressively attacks Yoru every time he comes in her room.] Skye: “DO NOT MESS WITH THE FORCES OF NATURE” [Slashes at a bee] KJ: *dies* Raze: *cries* KJ: *gives tissue* Raze: “YOU’RE DEAD?!” [Sagebean] Viper, who was trying to cuddle under a blanket, but Sage took it all: “That was not how it was supposed to go.” Sage: “Yes it is.  I am now warm.” Jett: “Now watch me whip” [”whips” off her bed and falls] [Asking Kay/O to break a tag because using your hands hurts too much]  KJ: “Lucky Charms are an all-day snack in my book.” [Later from the bathroom] “I had too many lucky charms-“

Sage: “What’s he look like?” Reyna: “I dunno, he’s kinda tall.” Sage, clearly sarcastic: “That’s a great attribute.” Reyna, also sarcastic: “I know, I’m great at describing things.” Deadeye: “Oh, Bonjour!” Aqua: “OUI OUI B****” Raze: “I have $15” Cypher: “I have $20” KJ: “I don’t have any.” Cypher: “Oh—“ KJ: “Just kidding, I have a dad.” [Phoenix and Sova walking, with Astra a little ahead] Phoenix: “That’s kinda fruity.” Astra: [Steps back] “I heard fruity?” Brimstone: “You’re 12 now you can buy your own costume.” KJ: “Wow.  I would rather pay child support.” Cypher: “WHY ARE YOU IN MY CLOSET???” Aqua: “KJ locked me in here and it was too dark for me to find a way out.  By the way, what do you use to wash?  Your clothes smell really nice—“ Cypher: “MY BOXERS ARE IN THERE-“ Viper, to KJ: “Stop talking to your father and gET A JOB-” KAY/O: “I have a very important question.” Astra: “What?” KAY/O: “Do you believe carpet goes on carpet?” Astra: “Excuse me, what?” Yoru: “I wouldn’t call that a problem.  A problem is something that can be fixed.” Phoenix: “Oh my--you can’t just say that, bruv!”

Credit if you use these.  All courtesy of yours truly and my friends.

[fantasy2739]

Jamie Prompt: Nightmares during an overnight trip so one of the teammates or multiple hear and help him. OR they find old bruises/scars from his dad's abuse. Just want to see the effects of the abuse and the team seeing those effects/helping him.

Hahahaha angst my favourite.

Gonna be honest not sure I nailed this.

Enjoy!

They just won a match against Nottingham Forest. It was a brutal match. City Ground was filled with jeers and cheers from both sides. Probably inspired by the horrific loss at Wembley. Richard nearly got taken out by one of the Nottingham players, Dani had received a dubious yellow, Sam was covered in more scrapes and bruises than should be possible, and Jamie had gone full prick without even waiting for a signal. It was a shit match. Roy grumbled the whole way back to the hotel how they were probably going to have to flee in the dead of night. Jamie just feels like shit. They should be happy. They won. Jamie thinks it’s because maybe some of the insults got a bit too personal. Maybe because at half time after one of the players had shoved Jamie and called him a pussy, the whole team had shot him looks of concern. Jamie had ignored the looks, the pounding of his heart and tried to listen to Ted. Maybe because it was just a shit match. The point is Jamie feels like shit.

“Movie night?” Ted asks, lightly, like he wouldn’t mind if they said no. There were nods, murmurs of agreement, because none of them wanted to go out really. They all cram into a big room and settle in for a movie. The choice is given to Ted, who always seems to nail the film choice. He puts on My Neighbour Totoro, probably because it’s all cute and shit. Jamie’s got to admit, it’s pretty hard to stay angry watching some fluffy thing be stupidly cuddly and friendly. It’s just a nice movie. He’s a bit apart from everyone else, half curled onto a pillow he nabbed from his room. He’s dead sleepy. If he closes his eyes just a little, it’ll be fine.

It fucking isn’t.

Jamie’s had nightmares for years. They’re pretty fucking consistent actually. His fears haven’t really changed from childhood. The same man appears. The same insults. Injuries. Pain and memories swirl into one.

Years of experience have ingrained it in his mind and body to not be loud. The vulnerability that comes with sleep keeps his mind in a state of stress. He’s never been a heavy sleeper. Too wary of footsteps in the night. If he wakes the sleeping horror in his house he knows he’s in for worse. Apparently though, he moves, a lot. And whimpers. It’s pathetic really. He’s an adult. He shouldn’t be fucking like this. He’s always in motion anyway, so it occurring in his sleep doesn’t seem like a big deal. The odd twitch is probably ignored. The violent twisting, whimpers, and arms raised in defence are not.

He’s not sure how long he’s out but there’s hands on his shoulders as he almost bolts upright. He nearly takes Isaac out. Jamie’s breathing heavily. He wrenches himself from Isaac’s grip, hands on him too much to bare.

“You alright bruv?” Isaac asks, almost gentle. Jamie just nods, not trusting his voice to come out strong.

“The fuck you are.” Roy growls. Jamie can’t help the way his body tenses. Can’t stop the way his eyes flit around in panic.

“Jamie.” Someone says hesitantly. It’s Sam, crouching down next to him. “Are you sure you are alright?” Jamie’s eyes slowly make their way to Sam.

“Yeah, fine mate.” Jamie manages, glad he sounds tired rather than scared. “Just tired yeah.” That’s enough for some of the team who drift away slightly. But Sam stays crouching next to him. Isaac barely moves from his spot almost directly above Jamie. Roy slumps in a chair slightly away, most likely because of his knee. Dani has a frown marring his face, Zoreaux appears to be debating the benefits of crowding Jamie with the others, Richard cocking his head at him almost thoughtfully. Jan is fixing Jamie with a look reminiscent of an x-ray, while Bumbercatch is chewing on his lip in apprehension. Colin is sitting right behind Jamie, face almost carefully blank.

“You were making strange noises.” Jan says bluntly. There’s lots of way Jamie could reply. He could crack a sex joke, ease the awful tension. Brush it off as not important. Instead he shrugs.

“So?” He asks. He’s not a fan of the looks exchanged between his teammates.

“You sounded like you were… having a nightmare.” Sam says cautiously. Jamie scoffs like that’s complete bullshit. Like he didn’t just have exactly that. It’s stupid to act like this. But that childhood fear of pissing someone off remains forever present.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Colin asks softly. Jamie hates it. They’re treating him like one wrong word will make him shatter. He’s not fucking soft.

“I’m fine.” He insists. He’s getting really tired of the looks.

“It’s okay to have nightmares man.” Bumbercatch interjects. “It’s not like embarrassing.” Fuck no it is. It’s shitty, embarrassing, frustrating, and probably many other words.

“Talking about these things usually helps.” Sam offers quietly.

“Don’t worry amigo, we won’t judge you.” Dani says, Jamie just wishes he’d smile. Dani not smiling feels like a sign of the apocalypse.

“We’re here bruv.” Isaac adds.

“Was it the dickbag?” Roy asks with a low growl. It doesn’t exactly narrow it down. The Nottingham fans? The Nottingham players? His dad? Jamie shrugs again.

“I’m just gonna go to bed yeah.” He tells them, twisting away slightly. He almost trips getting to his feet, Zoreaux reaches to steady him. He flinches, hating himself slightly. He grabs his pillow and tries to leave again. Roy stands up to block him.

“Was it James?” He asks, voice lowering. Like it’s just him and Jamie in the room. “Look Jamie if you need to talk about what that dick did to you-.”

“I don’t.” Jamie says quickly. “I don’t need to talk about him.” There’s a tension in the room that you could cut with a knife.

“We didn’t talk after Wembley.” Roy says, clearly remembering how Jamie had just shut everyone off when anyone asked. “Let us fucking help you.”

“Is your father always terrible to you?” Jan asks bluntly. Jamie’s eyes shoot daggers at him.

“None of your fucking business.” He snarls. Internally he cringes, thinking it sounds too much like James. Jan merely raises an eyebrow.

“Jamie if he hurt you when you were younger then maybe you should talk about it.” Sam offers. Like bringing up the past is going to make things better. Like talking ever fucking helps. Jamie wants to scream.

“So he beat the shit out of me when I was a kid. So he was a useless fucking parent. ” Jamie snaps, tears prickling at his eyes. The open looks of horror on some of his teammates faces makes him cringe. He can’t stop though, can’t just leave it as is. “He’s my fucking problem.”

“Fucking hell Jamie, he shouldn’t have done that.” Roy growls. Richard grumbles something in French that Zoreaux nods in agreement with. It’s sounds angry and Jamie’s pretty sure he hears the name James muttered.

“It doesn’t matter.” Jamie insists.

“Of course it matters.” Sam replies. “You matter.” He probably shouldn’t scoff but Jamie can’t help it.

“Jamie, do we need to talk?” Roy asks, voice low. Jamie drops his pillow and flings his arms up.

“Fuck sake can’t we just drop it yeah? My dads a dick. We all know that.” He snaps. If the conversation continues he knows he’s going to cry. He’s going to sob like a little kid, fucking embarrassing. Roy steps closer, making Jamie shrink back. He wants to disappear into the ground. There’s nervous eyes all around.

“Let us help you amigo.” Dani says. “We are a team yes?” He offers Jamie a small smile. Jamie wishes he was yelling. Or that someone was angry, mad. Any fucking negative emotion. He knows how to deal with those. Instead everyone insists on huddling round him, offering support, caring about him.

His dad isn’t here but he can hear him calling him soft.

“It’s not… I don’t…” Jamie struggles to find the words. The ones that won’t make him cry and get everyone to leave him alone. “I just want to go to bed.”

“No way bruv.” Isaac shakes his head. “Not until you talk to us.”

“It’ll just be quicker if you do.” Colin says with a shrug, his face soft as he looks at Jamie. Jamie shoves his hands into his hoodie and blinks hard. “Otherwise we’ll just hound you til you break and tell us anyway.” Jamie stares at his team, that are standing round him like they’re worried he’s going to break if they get too far away.

“We won’t judge you.” Zoreaux says. “We just want to help.” Jamie is weak. He’s weak to them caring, with sad eyes, horrid glances. He doesn’t deserve a team ready to catch him when he falls but he’s lucky. He takes a deep breath.

“I’ve had nightmares for years.” He mumbles. “Bout him. I don’t… I’m not gonna talk about what they’re like about.” The team is nodding in understanding. “I just get so scared. And it’s stupid. I fucking hate it. I hate it so much.” Jamie sniffles, Sam and Dani move closer, both offering comfort. Jamie moves slightly out of reach, dropping onto his pillow and pulling his legs to his chest. “I don’t wanna talk about him.” It’s said into his legs but he knows they hear him. He hears a horrible cracking sound as Roy sits next to him. An arm snakes it’s way around his shoulders, he can’t help but tense. He feels someone else sit on his other side.

“Puppy pile.” He hears Bumbercatch say and suddenly there’s nine grown men leaning on him as he’s pushed close to the floor. Jamie’s pretty sure Isaac is behind him playing pillow, Colin’s on his left shoulder. Sam is on his left leg and so is Dani. Bumbercatch is somehow across both legs. Roy is looming by his right shoulder. Zoreaux is half resting on Jamie, half on Roy. Richard has managed to curl up practically on Jamie’s stomach. Jan is somewhere around his knee.

“Fuck Richard, ease up a bit.” Jamie grumbles. “I can’t breathe.”

“No.” Richard says sweetly even as he adjusts a bit so that Jamie’s lungs can actually work.

“Bro you have really bony ankles.” Bumbercatch says.

“Fuck off.” Jamie mumbles. He twists slightly, leaning into the collar of Roy’s jacket. He feels safe in the pile of people. Jan complains that he is too much person to be forced into such a cramped position. Colin cracks a joke about being too much person to handle. They’re giggling a little, letting Jamie feel at ease.

The nightmares stay away for once.

[neoheros]

sneaking out headcanons feat. gym 3 squad ♡ — also this is all gonna be set in an au before or without the quarantine, so don’t leave your house please!! social distancing is important and people are dying!!

kuroo tetsuro

listen LISTEN

sneaking out is terrible and you should never do it because it’s dangerous and risky

and you as the woke and understanding gen z that you are definitely respected that

but , BUT , BUUUUT !

the minute your boyfriend snapped you a photo of him in his car with him rubbing his tired eyes captioned “couldn’t sleep, dreamt of u”

your morals were OUT THE WINDOW and now it was your turn >:// !!!

kuroo: i know it’s 4 am but what’re the chances you’d hop out for a quick trip to chick-fil-a 👉👈

you, purposely taking two minutes to reply: why are you still awake

kuroo, who knows you like the back of his hand: babe don’t lie to me, it’s embarrassing for the both of us x

so you agree !! because it was kuroo, the love of your life, the man you’d simp for, and he’s paying for food so hell fricken yeah

you throw on a hoodie, lock your doors, fluff up the bed to make it look like someone was sleeping in it just in case and you gently make your way towards your window

due to personal reasons, you want to pass away

you suddenly remember why you hated sneaking out and boy — the food kuroo was buying you better be worth it

the only way you were actually gonna get down from your two story house that idiotically doesn’t have a roof ledge was if you grab onto the tv satellite that latched by the sill

from your window you see kuroo’s car parked by the trash cans near your house and he’s got his windshield down signaling at you

mfer pulled out his phone from his pocket and waved as he zooms closer to your figure and he SMILED ?

you were in a dilemma?? and he had the audacity???? the fricken audacity???

kuroo, snapping you the vid he took: babe please you’re so cute you look like a tiny gremlin

you: had me in the first half, not gonna lie

it was a MOMENT for you !! but you just say what the hell and go for it anyways because you only live once apparently and sneaking out with your boyfriend at 4 am was better than sleeping

you grab onto the satellite ridge and you pray for mercy that it doesn’t make a sound or loosen up because if anyone found out you were doing this it was definitely kuroo’s ass on the line

while you’re struggling to get down, kuroo’s just in the car ??? laughing his ass off at your current state and you swear that he’s still taking photos

you get down on the cement safely and instead of him pulling up closer to your drive way naaaah he makes you walk to where he was at 😤

you, getting in the car: if i dump you by the end of tonight, just know that the only reason why i didn’t do it sooner is because i wanted food

kuroo, putting on your seatbelt: we’ll get back together in the morning, i’m not worried

so the two of you make your way to chick-fil-a, get food via drivethru and eat in the parking lot with the doors open and the windows down

he still looks very tired and before you even realize it it’s already 6 in the morning

you catch him yawn every few minutes and he always reassures you that he didn’t mind staying up this late :(

he’s baby

kuroo: lets get you home, are you gonna dump me yet?

you, kissing his cheek: no, i kinda love you

kuroo, less sleepy with a lazy smile on his face: aha simp

tsukishima kei

bro if you think he’s a goody two shoes boy who won’t ask you to sneak out at like 2 in the morning , you are so wrong

canonically, he is the most devious and logical character in the entire anime and if he wants to go out with you before the crack of dawn — he fricken will !!

he’s gonna be so sly about it too, nah, he gon make you think it’s your idea to sneak out

tsukki, texting you a tiktok of homemade shrimp rotini at 2:35 am: look what yamaguchi sent me

yamaguchi, who fell asleep three hours ago and absolutely is not in any state to send tiktoks:

so you’re there like ??????

bruv you were just tryna scroll through your twitter feed in peace, why the hell would he send you that like that’s so uncool

because now you were sleep deprived and hungry

you, close to tears: does your house in hell have a pool or

tsukishima, unnerved: i don’t like the concept of swimming

he’s gonna go on about how he didn’t realize what he did and how he’s kinda sorry for waking your hunger but you weren’t born yesterday !! you smelled BS !!

so you facetime him, ready to go off on how unsorry he is and you can already imagine the shit eating grin he must’ve had on

he answers after three rings and he’s in a MFING yellow hoodie with the dinosaur print in the middle, his hair neatly tucked and you just know that he’s got his keys on his fingertips

you, defeated: i’ve been played

tsukishima, heading out the front door: i deny all accusations

you’re not even upset though because this was a perfect opportunity to try the stability of your roof ledge and tbh? who wasn’t unreasonably hungry at 3 am

turns out climbing out your window was harder than you thought and you may or may not have gotten two new bruises on your wrist just by trying

safe to assume that you fell on your ass and since the universe has a particular hatred towards you, your boyfriend arrived at the perfect time to witness all of it

tsukishima: how are you gonna kiss me when you’re too busy kissing the ground

you, tears on your cheeks: if i wanted a bully instead of a boyfriend i would’ve SAID SO

when you get in his car, the first thing he does is ask if you’re okay though and he’s checking your wrists and hands for any scratches or bleeding because 🥺

tsukki: you’re such a clumsy idiot what the hell

tsukki, kicking down the pavement when you’re not paying attention: 💢🪓

you guys end up going to numerous places because most of the drivethrus in town were already closed

you see him get tired behind the steering wheel and you almost have the urge to offer to drive but you didn’t really feel like crashing his car any day soon so

you: lets just head to starbucks hm? get some coffee?

tsukishima, feeling bad because he knows you wanted to get food: we don’t have to

you, in love with him: if you say no i will willingly walk all the way to starbucks by myself , what , you think i won’t do it

so you guys go there and order a couple double shot espressos with a side of scones and muffins and the entire time you’re just trying not to shiver because name one starbucks you’ve been to that hasn’t been unreasonably cold huh i dare you

he notices this and he gives you his hoodie and ITS JUST THE SOFTEST THING OKAY BECAUSE HE’S COLD TOO BUT HE JUST WANTS YOU WARM

you: i knew it, you love me too huh 😌

tsukishima: unfortunately so

akaashi keiji

AKAASHI IS LEGALLY THE BEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WORLD !!

like he cannot be a bad boyfriend ?? it’s impossible for him to be so ?????? he’s just built that way ????

he’s the ultimate mixture of respect and self love , god was just like “let’s make this one perfect !!”

he’s DRIPPING in love each other juice and he eats kindness for breakfast so ha !

he physically cannot say no to you because he flat out adores you

( except when he feels like you’re wrong or being irrational to which he’ll politely correct you and educate you because that’s on what? that’s on having a healthy relationship ♡ )

so when you hit him up at 5:23 in the morning after a series of tiktoks that he has yet to see and react to you about, he’s kinda alarmed

but then again he’s also not ?? because let’s face it, at this point, he’s used to you spamming his inbox

the last thing you sent him two minutes ago was a text saying “bro just imagine this: you and me at a maccas drivethru with two oreo flurry’s and a box of 20 piece chicken nuggets — immaculate”

and you didn’t really expect him to reply?

it was five am and you were absolutely shit talking but when you saw his face time status go online you were just like ?????

akaashi, snapping you a pic of him under his covers with very tired eyes: it’s 5:27 am

you, sending him back a photo of you and the 2000 piece puzzle you spent the last two hours doing: that’s not a no 💅

he doesn’t reply and you’re not really upset by it because he probably just fell asleep and that was really cute to you so !!

but then two minutes later he’s facetiming you and you JUMP at the sudden ringing

he’s all tired and his voice is groggy and tight but he’s still smiling as he says “i’ll see you in ten”

YOU ARE !!!! PUMPED !!!!!

you won the boyfriend lottery , holy hell

now the only thing keeping you from seeing your man and the mcdonald’s sign was the eleven foot gap between your window and the solid concrete

you’d usually take the stairs but you just know that your mom would absolutely murder you for trying to sneak out when you should be asleep 💆‍♀️

it was either climbing out by clawing through the pipes or not being able to give akaashi a hug and you were not gonna let that second one happen

akaashi, after reading your two paragraph rant on how unnatural it was for your window to be that high: please be careful

you, haven’t slept in 32 hours: screw careful ! i embody elegance !!

in which elegance was screaming every time your pipes squeaked because dear mercy you did not want to die yet

akaashi, who just pulled up your drive way and is now seeing you almost fall to the ground:

you, on the verge of tears: please catch me

AND he does 🥺

it was a close call and he barely even made it to you when you chose to let go but HE DID ANYWAYS

you kinda fell on him rather than landing smoothly in his arms but that’s okay you were just glad you didn’t die

when you both get in his car, he just takes a hot sec to dust you off and ask if you’re okay and he’s so concerned please tell him you’re fine

he’s such a baby please i can’t believe this shit

the two of you end up in a mcdonald’s parking lot with doja cat blaring on the radio and you guys do your best to hold back your laughter as you eat

it was pretty cold and the sun was rising but honestly you couldn’t find the urge to care since the moment just felt so surreal

you: i’m sorry for waking you btw 🥺

akaashi, showing you his new lock screen which is the picture he took of you when he first saw you climb out the window:

you: i’m less sorry

bokuto koutaro

BOYFRIEND OF THE MFING YEAR

i accept no arguments, go cry about it

i literally don’t care what anyone has to say, bokuto is the only man ever ? he’s so deserving of every right on earth i’ll cry

the way that this is the third night in a row he’s stayed up til 4 am and he’s not even alarmed about it

like at this point he’s just accepted that he is nocturnal and that’s that on that !

before he actually had the idea to ask you to sneak out for him, he debated whether or not it was worth it

you needed sleep and you barely got any so when he knew you were resting he absolutely refused to message you :(

but then he also thought about how you would love to have a large dunkin iced coffee right now

and he was already getting ready for his morning fix so why not just ask harmlessly?

if you weren’t going to respond then he’d be okay with that because he knew that you were resting well

but if you were going to answer his consecutive texts with a positive reply then HE IS 🥺 over the moon

you, barely awake: can we get a venti triple shot latté instead , my caffeine tolerance is SHOT

bokuto, snapping you back within a minute: babe you are delusional if you think i’m gonna let you drink that

so it’s 5 am and your parents are in the other room asleep but you know that their jobs start pretty early so you had to get a move on

your room wasn’t that high from the ground to be honest, so you weren’t really worried about falling off

what you were worried about was how dizzy and out of depth the melatonin gummies made you because in order to fall asleep you took 3 and now that you basically forced yourself out of a self induced coma, your body was on the verge of passing away

bokuto tells you that he doesn’t mind if you’re not up for the trip and he’d just bring you back your coffee BUT NAH

you’re not a quitter 🤬 you miss your boyfriend and you are gonna do whatever it takes to spend some quality morning time with him !!!!!

so you throw on a proper outfit, make your way through your window and gently do your best to refrain from yelping every time your hand would slip from the railing that’s keeping your balance

bokuto, pulling up seeing you on your roof: you’re so strong 🥺👉👈

you, barely alive: all for you baby ❤️

he helps you get down from where you stood and he had the prettiest smile on earth i SWEAR when you immediately sank in his cold chest

he apologizes for making you sneak out like that BUT NUH UH YOU DO NOT LET HIM

he is a gift !!! and you knew how tired he must’ve been too since he kept yawning but he still took the time and energy to pick you up 🥺

he fastens your seatbelt in the car and puts the windows up because he knew that the air would get in your face and you didn’t like that

he even brought you a spare hoodie of his because he remembered how much you swooned over this particular fabric

bokuto: we’ll get you some coffee but you can sleep while i drive, ok babe?

you, trying not to cry: are you single because i really want to kiss you

bokuto, kissing your cheek: i’m dating someone i’m sorry

[mell0hi]

How mcyt would react to your aesthetic...

GOBLINCORE

WILBUR;

-Is constantly cooing at you

-Because you’re always stealing his jackets and pants and they’re always too big

-His heart can’t take how adorable you look in his baggy clothes

-Likes to sneak photos of you while you’re gardening

- “My own little goblin boy/girl/baby.”

-Head pats all around

“Wilbur can y- Hey! Stop pointing your camera at me!” You whine at him with a pout of your face, annoyed that he interrupted your gardening.

“But you’re so cuuute bubbyy.” He teased you, smiling as he looked at the picture on his phone.

“No, Will please?” You begged. You were covered in dirt, but he was adamant in taking photos of you.

“Aw but look how cute you look in your little outfit.” He teased again, flipping his phone around to show a photo of you on your knees digging a hole in the flower bed.

QUACKITY;

-You two have vastly different styles

-He would always try and bring back little trinkets for your collection after he’s been out to make you happy

-Will post photos of you on Twitter and tease you in the captions but really hes simping so hard

-Because he thinks you’re the cutest person to walk the earth

-Tries ending streams early when he sees you’re in the garden and might need help.

“Alright, chat. I’m gonna go ahead and end the stream a little early.” He looks out of the window at you and smiles before getting back to reading his chat.

“Wh- CHAT! I’m not a goddamn simp..”

“Not a simp shutthefuckup.”

*Cries in autotune and ends the stream abruptly*

KARL;

-Loves holding your hand

-Always tries listening to you talk about your day but ends up just staring at you

-Because he likes taking in every little detail of your outfits and how your hands move when you talk

-Is constantly all smiley and hyper when he’s around you

-Offers to drive you to parks and forests so you can go for walks

-Looks in op-shops with you and buys you little badges and pins when you’re not looking

-Posts about you on Twitter and gets called a simp for it

-But he doesn’t even mind because he knows it’s true

karl too @honkkarl

Bought my lil goblin a candle for their collection :]

@honkkarl SIMP!!!

@honkkarl Why u simping so hard bruv

@honkkarl so when are we meeting this ‘goblin’ 👀

TECHNOBLADE;

-Is so soft for you

-Even if he denies it he gets so blushy when he sees you

-Thinks it’s cute how you’re always excited to show him what things you’ve recently found

-Likes to watch you play in your garden or dance in the rain

-‘Gives in’ to your demand to go on walks when he really just loves spending time with you

-Talks about you in his commentary skywars videos

-Is always yelling at his chat to stop calling him a simp

-Sometimes slips up and calls you cute infront of his stream

“So anyways as I was sayin’ they come home in their cute little goblin outfit and-... wait no chat shut up.”

“Chat please I’m not a simp stop spammin’ simp in my chat.” And although you couldn’t tell behind his monotone voice, he was smiling.

“Am i not allowed to call my partner cute?”

“This is a war crime an’ I will have all of you spammin’ me banned.”

—

-🪐 it’s going to take so long to write all of these out again I chose the hardest way to do it honestly.

[takonei]

Beta AU as Luke Correia posts

I know most are just dubbed Tumblr posts but shush

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Kokichi: Dear federal agents. All my posts are serious and I am a threat to society. - Ryoma: Angry thoughts. Ryoma, taking out 58 bombs and 32 guns: Head violent. - Kaede: I don’t use tinder. I meet girls the old way! Kaede: Never. - Kaito: When will our motorcycle track be reopened? Korekiyo: I’m a tad more worried about the killing game and the well being of us all than a motorcycle track. Kaito: That’s cause you can’t ride for shit, Kiyo - Korekiyo: Something I like about myself is... Shuichi: My skills with music. Kirumi: Non judgmental Angie: Triangle - Ryoma: The age of empires was bad for humanity Keebo, we need to move on Keebo: If it was so bad why did they make an age of empires 2 - Tsumugi: The economy is in shambles... Maki: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓶𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓲𝓲𝓲𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼!! - Miu: @ people who play support characters Miu: How????? I just wanna barge in and shoot everyone how can you just stay back and heal????? Rantaro: Bad at aiming Shuichi: Scared Himiko: Bad at aiming and scared - Shuichi: So you call these things here “chips”, instead of Shuichi: 𝓒𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓱𝔂 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓳𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓲𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮�� 𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓹 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓹 𝔀𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓹𝓸𝓸𝓵𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷'𝓼 ��𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓳𝓾𝓫𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽���? Shuichi: That’s a rather bit cringe, innit bruv - Ryoma: I ate a cat Gonta: You make me want to cry. That’s (In my opinion) kind of cruel. But even so, I do respect YOUR opinion. Ryoma: I will eat another - Himiko: I am decayed. My lungs are full of thorns and mildew. My bones are held together by vines. I am fragile. Be gentle with my corpse. Miu: Get out of bed you’re going to school whether you like it or not. Himiko: I refuse

~

Bonus: Spoiler edition under the cut.

Tenko: Your honor. League of Legends. Monokuma: Death. Tenko, getting dragged to her execution: D: - Monoshi: BE-NOT-AFRAID. Kaito: Sir, this is the scariest moment of my life. - Kirumi: I killed several men for my job. And you? Ryoma: Go go gadget bench extender Ryoma: *nyooms away* - Kaede: boy i die!!! shit boy Kaede: boyyoass how i had die over some fruit punch - (During the 4th trial) Rantaro, @ everyone but Ryoma and Kiyo: Shut the Rantaro: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DON’T HAVE THE TALKING STICK

[everybodyscupoftea]

Can I please request some smut with pike!JJ Mabye his and y/n first time together💛

ayo paper submitted and you know what that means, surprise unedited smut piece before class :)

sorry if this is shitty, i’m out of practice :/

(this actually has a place in the timeline: after their talk on the porch after the kegger)

warning: smut

you were giggling when jj backed you against his bedroom door, head spinning a bit from the hangover, and he kissed you, cutting your giggles off. his lips were a little chapped and he stepped forward, entire front pressed along yours, a line of warmth contrasting to the cold door you were leaning against.

one of jj’s hands came up to run through your hair, cupping your head gently as he kissed you deeper. your arms came up too, one draping over his shoulders and the other hand running your fingers along his jaw.

jj’s lips twitched upward and you pulled back a bit, lips pressing gently to the corner of his as his eyes fluttered open. he smiled, lazily, “i can’t believe this is real.”

“hmm?” you mumbled, trailing your lips across his jaw and up his cheek.

“this feels like it should be a dream,” he answered, hand in your hair dropping to wrap around your waist.

“not a dream,” you pushed him back a little toward the bed, following closely when he took your hint and started to move toward the bed. jj spun you around, walking until the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you sat down with a startled gasp.

jj laughed, “sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

you grinned, reaching up to pull him back down into a kiss. jj braced himself, one knee on the bed, hand on your jaw to tilt your head just right, and you reached for his shirt, trying to signal him to take it off.

jj pulled away, getting the message, and you moved back on the bed, giving him room to join you. he did, kneeling in front of you, and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. you noticed his hand shaking and grabbed it, concerned.

“are you okay?”

“yeah, just, surreal. i never really expected this day to actually come.”

you smiled, bringing his hand to your lips and trailing them across his knuckles, “well figure it out, bud because the day is here.”

jj snorted, “yeah thanks for the advice bruv.”

you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling until you were down on your back and he was hovering over you. jj traced your face with his finger, booping your nose gently with a goofy grin. 

rolling your eyes, you surged up, kissing him, and spread your legs so he could sit more comfortably between them. one of his hands went to the bed next to your head and the other gripped your thigh as he rolled his hips down for the first time.

you groaned quietly into the kiss and he nipped at your bottom lip before doing it again. breaking away from his mouth, you tilted your head back, eyes fluttering shut, and tugged at his hair.

“fuck,” he muttered, hand on your thigh moving slowly to ghost over your still clothed center. 

inhaling sharply, you tilted your hips up, looking for my pressure and whimpered, “j, please.”

“please what?” he teased, fingers running up and down your inner thigh.

“you know what.”

“say it,” he whispered.

“i swear to god if you don’t touch me, i’ll-” he cut you off by pressing down, firmly, giving you the pressure you wanted so desperately. 

jj chuckled, pushing your underwear to the side, and started rubbing gently over your clit. you sighed at the relief, settling into it, one hand dropping to grip the sheets. 

“feel good?” he asked softly.

“mhmm.”

with his middle finger, jj teased your entrance dipping in for a few seconds before pulling back and you sighed, “i swear to god if you don’t stop teasing me, i’ll just go home and take care of it myself.”

without hesitation, jj pushed a finger into you and pumped it in and out a few times before sliding a second one in too. you pushed your hips up into his hand and he clucked his tongue, “nuh uh, be still.”

you whined as he increased the pressure on your clit and bent your knees, trying to give him more space. jj ducked his head and licked from your entrance to your clit, and sat up smirking at your groan.

“you think you’re ready?”

“born ready.”

jj pulled away, wiping his hand on the sheets, and reached over to the nightstand for a condom. he put it on and before he could thrust into you, you caught him off guard and knocked him onto his back, climbing on top.

blinking at you in surprise, he grinned, “this is a turn of events.”

“got tired of being on the bottom,” you shrugged and put both of your hands on his chest for balance as you sank down on him.

jj’s response was a groan as you started slowly riding him. your toes curled at the feeling of him bumping your g-spot every time you sat down and your arms grew shakier by the thrust.

before they could collapse, you dropped down to your elbows and buried both of your hands in his hair. he groaned when you tugged at it and tilted his chin up to catch your lips in a kiss.

unable to resist anymore, both of his hands went to your ass, and he brought a knee up to plant one foot on the bed for leverage so he could help. your next grind down, he thrusted up and you moaned at the feeling, lips tearing away from his.

jj took the opportunity to move his mouth to your neck and start sucking and biting at the sensitive spot he’d found earlier. you whined, “we’re in college, no hickies.”

“shh,” he said, thrusting up again.

you rolled your eyes and reached down to start rubbing your clit to help yourself get to the orgasm you could feel building. after a few seconds, you decided to sit back up and jj helped slow the pace down, both feet planted, hands on your hips. though you were on top, he was in complete control.

a bead of sweat dripped down the side of his forehead as he focused and you watched it, matching your finger’s pace to his thrusts. it only took a few more before you were coming, clenching down hard on him, and jj followed shortly after.

the two of you fought to catch your breaths and jj hummed, brushing a piece of hair out of your eyes, “all good?”

“yeah.”

“yeah? you liked it?”

“of course.”

“okay, good. any suggestions or tips?”

you sat up from where you’d collapsed onto his chest, incredulous look on your face, “are you asking me for a performance review right now?”

“yes.”

searching his face to see if he was joking or not, you quickly came to the conclusion that he was not. “i, well, not right now. it was good.”

“hmm,” he gave you a serious nod, “next time it’ll be great.”

what the fuck had you signed up for?

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

So I wrote a little more... I'm not very sure it's good at all and it's a little short but I'll hopefully add more soon. Let me know if you want more please 🖤

Kiss Kiss... Or Not (Some Nights part 2)

Pairing: Dom/Colson (Yungblud/Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: Mostly nude boys cuddling, swearing (of course), slight panic, somewhat heavy emotions

Rating: PG-13/Mature

I wake up slow, the midday sun glaring in the room. Fuck I forgot to close the damn blinds. I go to turn over, just wanting to bury my head in the pillows and keep sleeping. The deep feeling of rage from last night has settled a pit in my stomach and a migraine in my head. Fuck I just want to sleep the day away. I can't even roll onto my back though and my elbow touches something… warm? Whatever I touch makes a groaning noise and a soft British curse and "Oh fuck Dom?" I hiss, my body stilling as I roll back into my spot. My brain tries to clear up last night's hazy memories, fighting through a dark mood and too much weed. His arm wiggles itself around my stomach, his chest pressing against my back. A soft sigh leaves his mouth as he nuzzles against my neck. "G'morning Cols." He slurs, his brain obviously not completely awake yet. Damn. If him coming over last night wasn't a dream then…

My eyes go wide as I shift my hips, yep. I'm fucking naked and all he's wearing are a thin pair of boxer briefs. Part of me wants to jump out of the bed and make a big deal out of this, maybe start a fight with him, maybe just laugh it off. He was worried for me, he wanted to help me relax, it's not like anything happened. "Would you relax? Bloody hell ya stiff as a board bruv and not in the fun places." He huffs, squirming as he tries to get comfortable. "Not that I've checked." He whispers more to himself than me and I can feel my cheeks flame with… embarrassment right? Just embarrassment.

Fucking hell, bros can chill. Mostly naked. In bed. Right? Bros can cuddle and sleep holding each other. Right? Bros can get accidental morning wood in bed together… Oh god. "Dom…" My voice shakes as I try to speak, my mouth dry. Cotton mouth and lust don't mix real well so early. His only response is to hum, his arm tightening around my waist a little. "What… uh- what are you doing? What are we doing?" I near squeak, trying very hard not to move a muscle. "Cuddles?" He replies in that precious tone that always makes me smile. Right now however, it's not quite enough. "Dominic." I sigh, attempting to full name him and use my age to get him to listen, the dad voice I use with Casie. I can literally feel his smirk where his lips are pressed against my skin. The soft exhale of a tired laugh. "Just breave Kells, rest a bit more. Enjoy the snuggles and we can talk later? No one's around to see." The last is said a little sad, his tone dropping.

I force him to let me turn around this time, my arm going around his body, my fingers ghosting gently over his spine as I lay my face so close to his on the pillow. "It ain't that, don't do that. Just confused is all." I sigh, bumping my nose to his. Our lips are so fucking close I can feel his breath, my body trembling a little at the thought, but I won't close the distance… yet. "It ain't about other people I was just wondering what's going on here?" I'd motion between us but I don't want to let go of him now that I'm holding him. Finally. Not that I'd admit too easily how long I've always wanted to. His precious nose scrunches but his eyes stay closed. "Snuggles. Sleep. Comfort." He near growls, pulling me closer. "Later please?" He whispers and I can't help but nod. A little more sleep does sound nice, especially since I finally feel warm. That knot in my stomach is slowly turning to butterflies and maybe next time I open my eyes the headache will be gone. Of course this won't be easy, whatever it is, and maybe he'll sneak out before I wake, or maybe we'll fight later, or laugh it off. But I hope I wake up with him still tucked close in my arms and we can actually talk. I'm starting to realize we've needed to for awhile. "Sleep well Dom." I sigh but just get a soft "Too." in response.

@domlovescolson @blxxdyvalentine19xx

[jk-unless]

Tuwaine’s Friend

Pairing(s):Tom Holland x Black!Reader,Platonic!Tuwaine Barrett x Black!Reader

Warnings: None

Not Requested

~*~

You and Tuwaine became fast friends while he was visiting the states back in 2015. You ran into each other at a McDonalds.A middle aged woman was making a big scene about her order being made wrong.Tuwaine,who was in front of you in line,turned towards you and asked you if this was something that happened often.

“You mean at McDonalds?Have you never been here?”You asked,more curious than trying to be rude.

“Oh,I actually meant the states in general.” He clarified.The use of the term “the states” made everything click.

“Oooh,you’re not from here!Yeah,sadly,this is a pretty normal thing.It’s best to get a woman like her’s order exactly right the first time or there will be a scene.”

Tuwaine sighs in frustration. “I’m just trying to eat.”

“Don’t worry,it won’t be too much longer before she storms off.”You comforted him.As you said this,the woman let out a final obnoxious sigh.

“I will be calling corporate about this!” She angrily grabbed her takeout bag and stomped out of the restaurant.

“Thank God.” Tuwaine muttered quietly so only you could hear him.You giggled as he walked up to the counter.The cashier apologized about the scene to which Tuwaine assured her it was alright.He gave her his order then turned to you again.

“...And whatever the nice lady behind me wants.”

Your eyes widened a bit.”You sure?” You asked,taken back by the kindness.He nodded with a small smile.You thanked him then proceeded with your order.

The two of you ate together and talked about anything that came to mind.He eventually explained to you that it was actually his last day there before he went back home.Not wanting this to be last time you talked to the sweet guy, you decided to exchange numbers to keep in touch.

~*~

Now in present day,Tuwaine fools around with Tom between scenes of Spider-Man:Far From Home.As Tuwaine laughs about something with Tom,he gets a text from one of the staff members that someone by the name of Y/N L/N was there to see him.

“Oh shit,she’s here!” He exclaimed,jumping up out of his spot.

“Wait,the girl you mentioned earlier?I’m not ready!” Tom says,dramatically running to the nearest mirror to try to fix his hair.

“You’re Tom Holland,she’ll be happy to see you no matter what you look like.” He rolls his eyes at his friend’s desperate attempt to look more put together.In a matter of minutes,the two of them hear a knock on the door of Tom’s trailer.Tuwaine whips open the door and smiles when he sees you.He pulls you in and tackles you in a bear hug to which let out a startled and happy laugh.Tom smiles at the pure interaction in front of him.As Tuwaine let’s go of you,he finally introduces the two of you.

“Tom,Y/N.Y/N,Tom.” He motions between the two of you.

“Hi,it’s really nice to meet you.” Tom says with a bright smile that makes your face heat up.These are times where you’re happy that your melanin hides your shyness.

“Nice to meet you too,Tom.And may I just say,you’re even more attractive in person.”You say,making it Tom’s turn to blush.You discreetly watch in the corner of your eye as Tuwaine rolls his eyes.

“I can say the same about you!The pictures Tuwaine showed me didn’t do you justice.”Tom chuckles a bit as he remembers one pic in particular.”Especially the one where-“ Tuwaine quickly shushes him to save his own skin.Tom slapped a hand over his mouth,but it was too late.You menacingly turned towards you’re old friend.

“You showed Tom Holland an embarrassing picture of me?!”Before Tuwaine could even properly explain himself,Tom was called onto set.He quickly excused himself and told the two of you that he’ll be back in a bit.You watched him exit the trailer,then turned towards Tuwaine once again.He smiled nervously.

“You don’t have to go with him?” You asked,motioning to the door to which Tuwaine explained that he already filmed his scene.He tensed as you moved towards him,not expecting the hug that came after.

“You’re lucky I’ve missed ya ass too much to be mad at you.” You begrudgingly told him.He let out a sigh of relief and hugged you back.

“Oh,thank God.You hungry?”

“I could eat.”

~*~

As the day went on,the three of you actually spent a lot of time together.Even Jake,Zendaya,and Jacob would join you guys once in a while.And let me tell you,your heart was not ready for any of those interactions.You literally almost cried when Zendaya introduced herself to you.During you guys’ down time together,you’d often catch Tom sneaking glances at you.You didn’t want to get your hopes up,so you dismissed it as just him being curious of the person who seemed to mean so much to his dear friend.You really wanted to stay around all of these lovely people, but at around 1:00 in the morning you realized filming wasn’t going to end anytime soon and that you should probably turn in for the night.When you made this decision,it was only you in Tuwaine in the trailer.

“Tutu,I think I’m gonna head to the hotel now.” You announced,using the embarrassing nickname that you first gave him about three months into your friendship.He watched as you started to gather your things.”

Yeah,it is getting pretty late.You want me to come with you?”Tuwaine asked.You looked down with mock shyness and muttered “If you don’t mind.”He rolled his eyes and huffed at your antics.As the two of you made your way out of the trailer,he mentioned that you guys should inform Tom you were leaving.You agreed and the two of you headed towards the set.You made sure they weren’t filming before approaching Tom as he got his suit adjusted by a stylist.He smiled as he caught sight of the two of you,then realized you had you’re stuff in your hands.

“Oh,are you guys leaving?” He asked and pouted at you.His cute frowny face caught you off guard,but luckily Tuwaine answered for the both you.

“Yeah,this one here isn’t really used to being out so late.” He said motioning to you.”Not mention the slight time zone changed has me feeling a little off.” You added.

“Oh,no it’s fine,I totally get it.” Tom said,quick to reassure you that there was no problem.”So uhh,I’ll see you later,man.” He said,dapping Tuwaine off then turning to you with his arms open.”May I?” He asked.You giggled at his politeness and gave him an enthusiastic “Yeah,sure!” The hug was quick,but warm and overall really pleasant.As you were still holding each other,he muttered “It was really nice to meet you.” You smiled grew as you replied “You too,Tom.”

The two of you broke away and you and Tuwaine told him a final bye over your shoulder as you made your way to exit.

~*~

Like the good friend Tuwaine is,he got you safely to your hotel room and made sure you had everything you needed.He planned on staying with you for a bit,then realized that you were quite literally about to pass out.He turned off the lights for you as you plopped yourself down on your bed.Before he could fully close the door behind him.His text tone went off.He unlocked his phone to see that the text was from Tom.

Hey,you still around Y/N?

Tuwaine starred oddly at his phone.

Uh no,she’s passed out on her bed and I’m heading to my room.Why?

Okay,good!I got some questions.

You’re questions can wait,I need a shower.

Tuwaine replied as he set his things down in his own room.

DON’T LEAVE ME!! Tom dramatically texted back.Tuwaine shook his head at the text,threw his phone on the bed,and went to the bathroom to start his shower.

About half an hour later,Tuwaine came out of the shower and picked up his phone again.His attention was brought to a notification of a new text from Tom.

Tom: I hate you 😡

Tuwaine simply rolled his eyes,completely used to his friend’s dramatics. Sure you do.And we were literally in the same place like less than an hour ago,why didn’t you ask your qUeSTIonS then?

Tom: Because she was RIGHT THERE!

EXACTLY SO WHY DIDN’T Tuwaine began to write out,then realized what Tom meant by his text.Oooooh THOSE type of questions.Are they something on the lines of is she single?Maybe even her body count? Tuwaine asked,deciding to tease him.

Tom: SHUT TF UP ITS NOT LIKE THAT

Well maybe the first question...

I truly can’t stand you.

Tuwaine: You want the answer to your question or not?

Tom: 😐

Tuwaine: No she’s not seeing anyone 🙄

Tom: ...Set me up a date with her.

At that moment,Tuwaine really wished Tom was in his room with him just so he could see the look of disbelief on his face. Bruv I know you haven’t been on a date in a while,but that is definitely something you do YOURSELF.

Tom: But she makes me hella nervous!

Tuwaine: When did you start using the word hella?You’ve been spending too much time with Zendaya.

Tom: Can’t really help that when she’s,well,my literal love interest.

Tuwaine: Keep that attitude up and I’ll tell Y/N that you shit yourself in your sleep.

Tom: If you tell her that,you’ll have to say goodbye to my fans for me bc I’d literally throw myself off of the nearest building.

Tuwaine: You do that like every day on set,nothing new really.

Tom: I have to go arsehole.Please just send me her number.

Tuwaine: Sure.Don’t die while doing stunts or whatever.

Tom: Love you too Tuwaine 🥰😘❤️❤️😊

Tuwaine couldn’t help but laugh at the text as he put his phone on his charger and finally climbed into bed to rest.

~*~

Yow woke up at around 8:00am to a text from an unknown number.The text read Hey,it’s Tom!I hope you don’t mind that Tuwaine gave me your number.You smiled at the text and mentally noted to thank Tuwaine later. Oh I don’t mind at all 😊 What’s up Tom?Well I guess filming right?😂 You cringed at your reply but it was too late to delete it.You got a reply in less than a minute.

Tom: lol we actually got a lot done last night so I’m free for the day!

You: Oh cool!You got any plans for your day off?

I was actually hoping I could take you out for lunch? Tom surprised himself at his sudden confidence.He thought he’d end up giving you small hints that he wanted to hang out until eventually you were the one to ask.

You: I’d love to!What time were you thinking?

Tom: Can I pick you up for 12:00?

You: 12:00 would be just fine 😌 See you then!

Tom: See you then!

You were over the fucking moon.Tom Holland,one of your biggest celebrity crushes since CA: Civil War, just asked you out on a date.To say you were freaking out was an understatement.The date was literally four hours away,but you jumped up and started looking for an outfit anyway.Once you finally picked up the perfect outfit,with the limited clothes that you brought for your trip,you threw a hoodie over yourself and headed to the lobby,remembering that you were supposed to me Tuwaine for breakfast.

~*~

“So yeah I got a text that was like “Hey,it’s Tom!” and first my dumbass was like “Who the fuck is Tom?” then I read the rest of the text and I it mentioned you and I was like “Ooooh that Tom!” so then I texted him back and was like-“

“I hate to cut you off,” Tuwaine said,finally deciding to interrupt your rant “But it’s too early in the morning for you to be talking at this speed.”

You knew your friend was mostly just joking,but you sheepishly sunk down in your chair and calmed down a bit anyway. “My bad,I’m just really excited.”

“It’s cool,love.So I’m guessing this lead to him asking you out?”

“Yes!I’m saving my appetite because he’s taking me out for lunch!But that’s enough about my potential love life,how’d you sleep?” You asked and slightly leaned over with genuine anticipation.This brought a smile to Tuwaine’s face.

“Glad to see that you remember you came all this way to see me.” He mockingly told you,but you could tell he was genuinely touched.He went on to tell you that it felt like he was sleeping on a huge slab of stone,but he went to sleep anyway because he was too tired.You two had a long chat and before you knew it,it was time for your date.

(A /N: One thing I’m manifesting for myself starting this December 21st is a better sleep schedule.It’s getting late,but I didn’t want to go back on my word so I just cut it short 😅 Part 2 will be up soon though!)

[kirishibi]

Nights Like These | Kirishima Ejirou

Summary: You’re having a rough night struggling with your anxiety and your long time crush, Kirishima, helps you through it

Pairing: Kirishima Ejirou x Reader

Warnings: pretty vivid and possibly triggering descriptions of the physical symptoms and racing thoughts that come with an anxiety attack, non-established relationship, pining, lots of Kiri comfort, so much fluff, very very mild cursing, spoilers abt Kirishima’s backstory, (y/n)’s pretty shy in this one oops

**this fic has a lottt of comfort and fluff in it after the first quarter, but if descriptions of anxiety are triggering for you please read with caution and skip over bits if needed**

Word Count: 2.8k

a/n: chef actually writing for once??? unheard of. anyway, i was struggling really hard this week, so i wrote some kiri comfort because who doesn’t want this sweet boi to hold ur hand and tell you everything’s gonna be okay when it feels like the world’s falling apart.i legit wrote this while crying bruv if any one of my fics is a window to my soul its this one

It began with that all-too-familiar pit of dread in your stomach, an uncomfortable rush of adrenaline in your upper chest that you desperately tried to force away. Trembling fingertips, wobbling knees, the sudden urge to crawl out of your own skin. All you did was get tongue-tied while chatting with Bakugou and a few of his friends, but your fumbled words wouldn’t stop echoing through your skull, the angry blond’s mocking gaze replaying over and over again in your mind.

You barely made it to your dorm before shards of your shattered confidence gathered to form a lump in your throat, and tears stung at the corners of your eyes. You threw open the door to your room, hastily swung it shut as you entered. As heavy wood slammed into its frame, a jarring bang echoed throughout the hallway outside. You physically cringed, brows knitting together and nose scrunching in disgust at your own actions. 

Damn it, you thought to yourself, everyone heard that, and now they’re all pissed at you. 

This happened more times than you could count: one minor mistake drudged up what seemed like hundreds of embarrassing memories from your past, and in a matter of minutes you knew you’d wind up a sobbing mess on your bedroom floor, gasping for air, convinced that the only thing you’re truly good at is being a burden.

There was a dam inside your mind; one that held all of your regrets, self-loathing thoughts, and most embarrassing memories. The multitude of cracks in its foundation threatened to give with every little thing you deemed a screw-up, and in that moment, the dam broke.

A half-complete exam sat before you. Your left leg nervously bounced beneath your desk as a pencil twirled between the nimble fingers of your dominant hand. The eraser of your pencil caught on the surface of your desk mid-twirl, causing the utensil to fling from your grasp. It arched through the air and thumped the boy seated in front of you, Ojiro, right between his shoulder blades. No amount of rambled apologies from you, nor sincere ’it’s okay!’s from the kind-hearted blond could stop that moment from searing itself into your memory. Just another reason you should never leave your room again.

Sinking into an unmade bed, you pulled your knees up to your chest. Feeble arms hugged your legs tightly as you desperately tried to shake the unpleasant thoughts from your own brain. “No,” you pleaded with yourself, “no, (Y/n), you’re not doing this again.” Fingernails dug into soft flesh beneath your school uniform’s knee-high socks, a momentary distraction from the sheer panic swelling inside your chest. Forehead pressed against bent knees, you hoped that if you made yourself small enough, maybe you could disappear entirely. 

Accidentally interrupting someone during a conversation, tripping over your own feet while walking down the hall, getting anxious speaking to your redheaded crush and forgetting what you wanted to say altogether.

You couldn’t help but gasp for air, the angry burning of your lungs only worsening with every shallow breath as hot tears trailed down the sides of your face. There was no stopping the sobs that pushed past your lips, nor the self loathing thoughts that racked your brain. You pressed your back firmly against the cool drywall beside your bed with the vain hope that the sudden chill may keep you grounded.

Nearly spitting out your tea as Kaminari cracked a joke during lunch, not realizing you took someone else’s seat in the common room, bumping into an elderly woman on the train, dropping a handful of textbooks in front of your entire class.

A knock on the door momentarily pulled you from what seemed to be an inescapable frenzy of thoughts. You stumbled to your feet, stole a glance in the mirror beside your bed. Reluctant to allow someone else to see your puffy, red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, you forced yourself to speak up, “uh- uhm,” your voice wavered with every word, but you cleared your throat and continued on, “I-I’m sorry, now isn’t really a good time.”

“Aw,” a familiar voice pouted from the other side, muffled by the wall between you, “well, think ya could let me in anyway?” It was Kirishima, the guy you’d been head-over-heels for since the beginning of your freshman year. 

You refused to let him see you so disheveled, couldn’t bear the thought of willingly adding another embarrassing moment to your catalogue of painful memories. 

“I’m sorry, I- well,” you wanted to lie, to make up an excuse as to why you couldn’t answer the door, but nothing came to mind. “I just can’t talk right now. Do you need something?”

“Yep! It’s really urgent, can’t wait another second!” He eagerly pleaded, and you just couldn’t find the will to say no.

Hastily drying your wet face with creased sleeves and fixing your hair to the best of your ability, you made your way to the door and cautiously inched it open. 

The crimson haired boy stood before you with a box of your favorite candy in his hands and a warm smile on his face. His brows were knit together in concern, tender eyes wholly trained on you. He glanced both ways down the vacant hallway to ensure that no one was within earshot before speaking in a hushed tone, “you didn’t seem like yourself in class today. Like, you were quieter than usual, and then Bakugou was a bit of an ass earlier...“ He nodded to the cardboard container in his hands, “I’ve seen you eat this before and it always seems to put a smile on your face, so I thought maybe it could do the same today too.” His grin faltered for a moment, gaze dropping to the floor as if embarrassed by his own words. “It’s stupid, I know, but I had to do somethin’!”

Despite your best efforts, the happy facade you’d forced on for Kirishima fell, and your eyes welled with tears once again. Your bottom lip trembled as you tried to swallow the lump crawling up your throat. His gaze shifted from the floor, back up to meet yours, and he nearly dropped the container in his hands at the sight of you so close to crying. 

Without a second thought, he threw his arms around your shoulders in a tight hug, “What’s wrong, (Y/n)?” His voice filled with worry, further breaking your heart, “Did I get the wrong kind of candy?”

“N-no,” you whimpered into his shoulder, unable to finish before the words caught in your mouth and tears wet the thin cotton of his shirt . Your arms wrapped around his waist, unconsciously reciprocating his hug. His warmth reminded you of just how long it had been since you’d let someone be so close. Your knees buckled under the weight of your own grief, and before you knew it, Kirishima was scooping you up into his strong arms. He carried you to the comfort of your bed, kicking the door closed as he passed.

“I knew you weren’t okay,” he muttered into your ear, tone much softer than you were used to from the boisterous man. He carefully set you down on your plush mattress, grabbed the nearest blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders, then knelt on the floor before you.

“I’m f-fine,” you forced out, trying to steady your voice but failing horribly, “You can go if you wa-want. I don't want to-”

Kirishima silenced you with a tender palm rested atop your own. “I’m not leaving you, (Y/n). Whatever’s going on, I care about you too much to make you deal with it alone.”

Up until then, you had made it a point to keep your anxiety hidden from your peers. You worried that they would treat you differently if they knew, that they wouldn’t quite understand. But, something about Kirishima told you that he was different, that nothing would change if you opened up to him. Regardless of your fears, the look in his eyes and tender cadence of his voice made you feel safe, like it was okay to be vulnerable.

“I,” your eyes flicked from your lap to meet his worried gaze, “I can’t help but remember everything I’ve done wrong over the years and just hate myself. I hate every mistake, every failure, every moment I did something dumb and didn’t know how to fix it.” Your stomach clenched as yet another sob forced its way past your lips. “I have so many regrets, and I constantly feel like an awful person because of them.”

A calloused thumb brushed along your upper cheek, wiping away the tracks of fallen tears. He nodded along as you vented, as if he understood exactly where you were coming from. Then, when you went silent, he waited for a few beats to ensure you were entirely finished speaking before responding. “I’m sure it doesn’t seem like it, but I used to be someone I’m not proud of either, and, honestly? Sometimes I still don’t like the person I see in the mirror.” He paused for a moment, lips pulled in a thin, contemplative line before continuing, “can you keep a secret?”

You nodded, surprised and mildly confused by his words. Could someone as confident and lovable as Kirishima really struggle with the same anxieties that you did?

He chuckled at the quizzical look you gave him, took a deep breath to steady his own nerves. “So, I actually didn’t look like this back in middle school -- hold up, I think I actually have a picture.” Five fingers flexed around your own, holding you close as his free hand fished into his pants pocket and pulled out a red-cased phone. Within a few seconds, ruby eyes were locked with your own once again, a shy smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “Promise not to laugh?”

The redhead’s grin was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile with him. Your worries hadn’t been entirely forgotten, but with every word spoken between you, every passing second with his fingers entwined with your own, a subtle calm began to wash over you. “I’ll try not to,” you responded. That seemed good enough for him, and with only a short moment of hesitation, Kirishima turned the phone’s screen toward you to reveal a photo of himself from a few years before. 

Long, black hair framed a round face, slender shoulders slumped and eyes downcast as he stood alone in the courtyard of what you assumed to be his old middle school. Your head cocked to the side, brows furrowed in disbelief as you looked from the photo to the person in front of you. For a moment, you thought he must have been kidding. The muscular, seemingly self-assured man that knelt before you didn’t resemble the boy on his phone in the slightest. “You’re serious? That was you?” 

He nodded, clearly amused by your reaction. You wanted to ask what changed, how he pulled such a total one-eighty, but couldn’t find a way to without sounding rude.

He seemed to read your mind, though, and answered your question without hesitation. “I realized that I didn’t like the person I was, and vowed to be better.” He powered off the device in his hand and tossed it aside, attention entirely back to you, thumb unconsciously caressing the back of your hand as he continued. “I’m not telling you this because I think you need to change. Frankly,” his eyes darted to the floor, voice lowering nearly to a whisper, “I, uh, I really like the person you are now.” He cleared his throat, a pink tinge dusting his cheeks as his gaze flicked back up to meet yours. “I’m telling you this because, like I said before, I’m like you in a way. I can’t help but cringe when I remember the way I used to be, and I still worry sometimes that I haven’t actually changed that much.”

“But you have. I mean, you’re a completely different person now.”

“Exactly. Here’s what I’ve learned: if you cringe at something you did in the past, that’s probably because you’ve matured enough to know you were being dumb back then. Being able to look at your past self and recognize your mistakes means you aren’t that person anymore.” His other hand moved to rest atop your knee, as if he wanted to hold you closer but found himself hesitant.

You felt a weight lift from your shoulders at his words, yet still one question continued to gnaw at the back of your mind. “But, what if I’m beating myself up something I did recently… like,” your voice lowered in embarrassment, “when I a-accidentally threw that pencil at Ojiro, for example…”

“I promise, you’re the only one who even remembers that.” Kirishima chuckled softly, “you’re sweet for worrying about those little things, but no one worth knowing is gonna judge you off small mistakes. I know how great you are, and so does everyone else in our class. You light up every room you walk into, I swear. It’s like you’ve got a second quirk or somethin’.” You giggled, and his smile only grew wider. “I mean it! How could anyone not fall in love with that laugh?” The boy’s face turned bright red, eyes widening in realization at what he had said, grip tightening around your own. “Shit, I mean- well-” he cut himself off, sharp teeth nervously nibbling on his bottom lip.

His words resonated with you, filled the anxious pit in your stomach with warm butterflies and heated your cheeks with a rosey blush. Still, you convinced yourself he was only embarrassed because his words had come out in a different way than he had meant them. There was no way he actually had feelings for you, you thought. He was clearly just being nice. “I-It’s okay, I know you don’t like me like that. You’re way out of my league, anyway.” You forced a nervous laugh, attempting to comfort him through words that burned as they passed your lips.

You thought he’d relax at what you had said, agree with your comment, and thank you for understanding. Instead, he rose to his feet, a look of bewilderment in his eyes as he pulled you up to stand with him. “Do you really think that?” He questioned, expression twisted in disbelief, hurt by your self-deprecating words. His hands gripped yours tightly as you stood only inches from one another. Heat radiated off of his tan skin, shielding you from the chilly air of your room and prickling your arms with goosebumps.

“Sorry to break it to ya, but you couldn’t be more wrong.” Kirishima lightly tugged you closer, closed the distance between your bodies without a second thought. You allowed your chest to press against his, listening carefully as he continued, “I was afraid of making you uncomfortable or scaring you off, so I didn’t say anything before. But, if that’s really what you think, I’ve gotta set you straight. Truth is, I’m absolutely crazy for you, (Y/n). I mean, you’re cute, and sweet, and witty -- It’s impossible to take my eyes off of you whenever we’re in a room together, and just hearing your voice makes me feel warm all over.”

Calloused fingers released one of your hands, traveled up to caress a now-dry cheek. He cracked another sharp-toothed grin at the realization that you were no longer crying. “Can you do me a favor and tell me next time you start to feel all anxious and stuff again? Regardless of if you like me back, I just want to be there for you, whatever you need. It’s not very manly to fall for a girl, then leave her hangin’ when she needs ya the most.”

An eager nod in agreement was all you could manage for a long moment as you stood entirely awestruck by his confession. All you wanted was to find your voice, to tell him how much his efforts meant to you, but the words refused to come. 

So, you did the next best thing.

The box of candies he had brought as a pick-me-up laid forgotten on your bed as tentative fingers gripped Kirishima’s broad shoulders and you rose onto your tiptoes. Without allowing yourself time for hesitation, you pressed pursed lips to a flushed-pink cheek. It wasn’t a large gesture, but in that moment it felt perfect. 

You’d never seen Ejirou smile as wide as he did in that moment, strong hands firmly gripping your waist as you pulled away -- as if to make sure that you wouldn’t stray too far from his grasp. “That settles it then! Tomorrow I’m asking you out properly -- with flowers, and chocolates, and way more than just one box of your favorite sweets… but you gotta promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?” 

“That we’ll take care of one another. I’ll never judge you, hurt you, or belittle whatever you’re struggling with, as long as you promise the same to me, okay? From now on ‘til the end of time, I’ve got your back unconditionally, and you’ve got mine. Promise?”

“Promise.”

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100  ways  to  say  ‘ i  love  you ’  sentence  starters ↪  skins  uk  edition.  alter  as  you  see  fit

“wake up [name], you twat.”

“do you want a coke or something?”

"can i carry your books?”

"i like that you’re funny Iooking.”

"oh thank you, you’re so nice.”

"you fancy me?”

"i think that could have gone a lot worse, don’t you?”

"we’ll miss you, won’t we?”

[ text ] : EAT

"have you always had that mole?”

"i’m respecting. believe me, i’m respecting.”

"you alright? do you want to dance?”

"do you want me to walk you home?”

"we’ll make ourselves comfy, yeah?"

"shall i give you head?”

"i’m gonna get an early night. coming to bed?”

"i’ll give you head - that’s friendship."

"but what about you? you’ve got bigger problems than me.”

"i like your hair.”

"and i’m really, really sorry for being a slut, okay?”

"i realised something. i’ve been an idiot.”

"and i was hoping maybe you’d give me another chance?”

"you’re clever, funny, and … very, very pretty.”

"so i’ll see you around.”

"[name], you came! i mean, cool, i mean … i wasn’t sure you would.”

"do you think they’ll give us a joint cell?”

"i don’t want this to be difficult.”

"did you get beaten up?”

"i want to speak to you, and i think you want to speak to me.”

"kiss me again.”

"come on, i’m taking you for breakfast.”

"happy birthday, mate.”

"there’s something i have to get off my chest and if i don’t, i’m afraid everything might just totally go to shit.”

"come to bed with me. please.”

"you’re my best friend, but i really don’t know what the fuck you’re on about most of the time.”

"see? i remembered your favourite.”

"look, sorry, [name]. but your mum says we gotta take you home.”

"come out. i’ll get you dancing.”

"do i have to gay you now?”

"right, i know it might seem a bit fast, but, well, i think we’re ready, so, er, [name] … i want you to move in with me.”

"let’s talk. fill me in with everything. every little detail.”

"we can carry on pretending, if it makes you feel any better.”

"and i fucking love you.”

"wow! you’ve got a wacker lot of doughnuts.”

"cheeky.”

"thanks for keeping schtum.”

"hi, i made tea.”

"i brought vodka. was that right?”

"i’ll show you how to do a blowjob.”

"i missed you… i missed you too much.”

"i think you can do anything.”

"it’s also nice just being with you, when you’re not being a prick, that is.”

"you alright?”

"i know you, [name]. i know you’re lonely. i think you need someone to want you. well, i do want you. so be brave. and want me back!”

"fuck you.”

"can’t we just sit like this … for a bit?”

"this is a once-only charity event, you understand?”

"i bought a fucking gateaux.”

"please. can we start again?”

"facebook really needs to hear about this.”

"you’re very stalkable.”

"i was scared!”

"i am so proud of you.”

"don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

"she’s lovely, isn’t she?”

"you look nice in that dress.”

"you are doing so well, sweetheart.”

"so you’re mental, and i’m useless.”

"so, what are we doing next, mystery girl?”

"i’ll never forget you.”

"hi. i got eggs. we can have eggs, yeah? and red bulls and pain au chocolat.”

"i’d die for you. i love you. i love you so much and it’s killing me.”

"don’t take any crap this time.”

"badass.”

"you’ve totally got, like, ‘fuck me’ eyes, girl. totally 'fuck me sideways’ eyes.”

"maybe we can go together.”

"don’t be an ass hat and people will like you more.”

"i’m trying to understand your way, but you won’t let me.”

"you’ve got quite a rep, but you’re actually pretty sound.”

"you’ve got to stick it to the man, bruv.”

"you need to sort yourself out.”

"remember when we were kids and we used to talk about just… just fucking it, running away and becoming roadies?”

"everything is going to be fine, i promise you.”

"hi, you look nice.”

"you may live your life as you want.”

"we’ll do a girls’ night in.”

"you’re a shape-shifter of happiness.”

"it’s not like we’re getting married! it was one dinner!”

"thank you, my henna-handed honcho.”

"i’m sorry. i was just looking for somewhere a bit quiet.”

"it’s heavenly.”

"why aren’t you here?”

"i tried to ring you.”

"everything’s better. here you are again.”

"i’ll dance with you.”

"what’s happened to you, [name]?”

"i didn’t wanna tell you this when you were all smitten and shit but you can do better."

"oh, my god! oh, my god! i’m so glad you came!”

"i promise. everything’s going to be alright.”

"i love you.”