#i could put them on my water bottle or smth

[wyrmswears]

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[fiendishartist2]

trying to act like i dont miss being a kid w shit all to do

[seuluv3]

Space and Us | Y.J [teaser]

yoo jimin x fem!reader

warnings: cursings, mentions of violence, making out, nudity, eventual smut

more to come...

a lil smth that i have been working on...idk when ill be done tho

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you stared up at the sky as you let the hot tub water simmer against the skin, its warmth juxtaposing to the very cold nights of the planet they were occupying at the moment. God why the hell does Jinsoul live here, it's cold as shit!, you thought to yourself, at least she got this hot tub. you sinked yourself further into the hot tub until only your eyes were above water. The blueish moon shone brightly onto the land. It reminded you of the long nights on Earth where you and Jungeun would drink and look at the stars, wishing there was more time.

  “ What are you doing here at this hour?,” a deep, raspy voice had asked. “Wouldn’t you like to fucking know,” you replied, taking a long sip from your 5th bottle of beer that night. “I don’t mean to enrage you but it's late and you’re intoxicated. We're on a mission not a vacation.” “Why don't you suck on my ass huh Karina. Or maybe better suck my dick.”

    Silence filled the landscape and you thought you had won this battle. If you couldn't beat Karina in the brain or muscle department, you can beat her in being a jackass. But before you could break into a victory hum, a ruffle of clothes could be heard and as you turned to the left, there was Karina, undressing. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Relaxing,” Karina responded, slipping into the tub in her sports bra and panties. 

Awkward silence filled the air as both looked anywhere but each other. What the hell does she think she is doing! You thought to yourself. You take sly glances at your bionic counterpart and can already feel your face heat up to that blush you loathe. Karina is stretching, practically flexing her muscles right in your face. You could see the intricate water drops slowly gliding down her already perfect skin, digging into the crevices of abs and pure buff seemingly crafted by God himself. You had enough of this so you decided, more correctly the booze in your system decided that you needed to say something.

“You know what… you are just hilarious Karina!” you huffed out.

“Pardon?” Karina turns slightly, facing you.

“ You think you can just come in here lecturing me about relaxing and then strip in front of me and flex that stupidly good body of yours? Well I had enough frankly.” you yelled and crossed her arms.

Silence.

“Oh Really?”

Silence.

Then Karina slowly made her way into your vicinity and you could swear that your face had the same complexion as tomato now. 

“Do I irritate you as much as you say I do?”

you sighed heavily.

“What about me makes you so enraged with me? I would like to know, (y/n).”

Karina continued her way across the hot tub until she was face to face with you, with just enough space to intimidate the hell of you: inebriated, frustrated, and now slightly horny.

“You know why you make me so mad? It’s everything about you. I hate your face, I hate your personality, I hate your body, I hate the way you use your powers to just shove it in my face, I hate how much you are seemingly loved by anyone and anything we meet, I hate how you make me feel-!,”

you ends your rant abruptly, realizing the words that just stumbled out you

you basically just confessed to the bastard.

As you cautiously looked back at Karina's face, it was once again that stoic manner that had continued to remain on the woman for as long as they knew each other. But you didn’t know whether it was the moonlight gleamingly down on them, or the blueish purple hue illuminating their skin in the warm bath, but Karina's eyes told a story different from her stoic nature. you honestly couldn’t put a name to it. 

“I see.”

And before you could acknowledge Karina's statement, a firm and wet hand reaches for the back of your head and you suddenly feels a pair of lips of your own. 

Is Karina fucking kissing me right now?!

[matheoxs]

Hi! I keep seeing people asking for proof about your manifestation I think it was? Anyways, I was wondering what brought this on 😭 did you make a post saying you manifested a car or smth

Yes it all started with this user loaisacult basically calling loa a cult

And also to note before this person loaisacult made that acc

I’ve had ppl sending me ask on anon right but I never responded to them

Like one of them were like telling me that I’m lying about me manifesting being rich cause I remember in August I showed a picture of how much I manifested money that specifically month August it literally said “August”

And others were asking if I could show something expensive that I own or maybe video it or sum I ignored it

This was back then btw before the loaisacult user made that acc

And I made this post talking about the election if you scroll down you will see it all sudden I saw this user talking about loaisacult calling loa suicidal stuff like that and that made me like really mad it hit my nerves you get what I mean? So after those anon ask or wtv that I have been getting I decided to just show actual video of proof

Of a car a red car Lamborghini right so I entered my car I showed the logo before starting the car I made sure to show the logo to make people see that it’s actually Lamborghini and I also did start the car for some mins

If you watch the vid you can tell that there’s this car next to mine I was at a different place I was sleeping somewhere with my friends I hang out a lot it wasn’t where I lived and there you can’t talk loud like if you’ve ever been in a garage you will understand

This was on November 7 btw

I literally got like many ask sending death threats and other were like doubting me saying “oh this was on somebody ig “ but couldn’t even provide the ig username ?

And so I had my lovely followers and mutuals in the comments saying that I don’t need to provide more proof because it was actually leading to serious issues like it was getting to far

I showed my ig because I said I’m more active there and if you have any questions right you get what I mean

But anyways day after that few days later

I went to tumblr I saw this ask telling me to draw ❤️ + you on my car

I was inside my house and if you look at the back you can see the other cars there yep those are my friends car they came to my house and if you look at the ground you could see a water bottle I put it there so I can erase the the thing I wrote on my car right

I had to come out of my house to just write that thing on my car

Mind you I already stated before that I own other cars the red car is not the only car I own I put it in my car collection

So I was like okay let me just draw it on the car then

After I showed that picture of me drawing on the car I literally got death threats sent to me and my friend so that’s why I rushed to tumblr saying that I’m not providing any proof anymore

Like it got to a point where they sent death threats to my friends even tho I did exactly what the anon told me to do ? It’s like no matter how much proof you give you will still get death threats

So I was like I’m not providing any more proof to anybody because I’ve had enough I care about my friend’s safety if something is putting negativity in my life I will not do it

And then this user I forgot her username she came in asking if I could write my username on a paper to the red car ignoring how I literally did what the other anon asked me to do ?

And I was like thinking to myself that no matter what you do people will not believe and I will still get death threats so what’s the point ?? Plus she came late I already have reached my limits

She went on calling me a liar because I wasn’t consistent with my post and how I was with the red car and now I’m with yellow even tho I have stated that the red car is not the only car I own

Plus the vid with the red car was filmed on November 7 and the death threat I got was today November 14 she didn’t even know the date💀 and just went on telling me that im inconsistent with my post

That user IS SO LATE yet have the odacity to say something

She also mentioned how the place was different and I said yes you could clearly see that that place was a different place I was at my friend house I slept there

And she said that “oh so does your friend know you’re claiming their cars to be yours”

It’s just so insane because if my friend can own that car that means I can’t own a car like that too?

And I told her do you know something called driving ? (Because of the yellow car )

Or car collection? (Because of red car )

And I told her that she just proved my point that no matter what you do people will not believe you

You can paint your car, write something, and even write your username THEY WILL NOT BELIEVE YOU and they will still send me death threats

Me giving proof resulted in me getting death threats and my friends somehow

So I was like I’m not providing any proofs anymore like what the hell?

Wait part 2 coming

[sca-nerd]

renn fair tips!!!

yes bring water, but also figure out how you can bring that water, some places only let you bring in sealed, never opened, bottles (cause alcohol is a large part of event revenue)

CASH, most sellers have got a square card reader or paypal or something, but those work at the whims of cell service, and cell service tends to suck in parks

also with cash depending on the seller they might just wave the tax. things are priced to even dollars most of the time

the crafts people (leather, blacksmiths, silversmiths, glassblowers) are where you really want to "focus" your money, not because there's anything wrong with the clothing stalls, it's just that it's harder to get those items online, and you're helping a small business

also some of the clothing sellers just buy in bulk from a place like amazon and clip off the tag, "wevez" is where i get my skirts, and the price markup can be anywhere from 2 to 3 times what you'd pay if you bought from the seller directly

the end of the last day of the weekend you can get food for cheaper, so if you're staying until close and don't want to find a fast food joint, get a turkey leg

bed bugs, (SPRAYS DO NOT WORK ON THESE MOTHER FUCKERS) the horrible truth of the matter is, it is a valid concern, moreso since COVID. so if you do buy anything, im talking books, tunics, hair wraps, corsets, trousers, a kilt. anything a bed bug could be hanging out in, you put that in a seperate plastic bag, seal it, and stick it in the freezer when you get home. then you beat out the thing a few hours later.

this doesn't kill them, but it does make them hibernate, which means you can shake them out then kill them or if youre feeling vindictive, pop them in the oven, a minimum of 120F for 90 mins gets all bugs and possible eggs. you could also put the things in your dryer on high for the longest setting, but i personally prefer the oven (and not just because i don't have a drier)

business cards! i personally collect business cards for convience and maybe one day i'll go back to pursuing graphic design, but having a designated pocket for business cards or pamphlets cause you may be grabbing a lot of them

the vibes: Its a bunch of weird nerds getting dressed up to play pretend and get drunk in the park. It can get weird, and it can get raunchy (not horny, just crass) i have witnessed several different parents huff off with their kid cause a performer made a low brow joke that was obvious enough that the kid knew smth dirty was said, MOST of the people are chill with boundries, but some never got out of that phase of being a dick cause they think it's funny

speaking of phases, renn faires are still the only place i have ever been where you've got the flagrantly queer and menanist douchebags bumping shoulders. like side eyes are made im sure, but you can walk down a path, past somebody in the loudest, most obviously gay garb you have seen outside of a drag show, then a few feet behind them is somebody else with a trump denim vest

also, back to the rauchy bit, there will likely be people there who are cool, but use outdated/offensive lingo. like I got called a fairy by a guy waiting in line for a kebob, he did try and backpedel, but im fine with being called that and his girlfriend (who obviously dragged him there) was dressed up like a fairy, so jokes were had and expensive kebab's purchased (idk what they used to season those things but they were so fkin good for just being some meat on a stick)

if you do a craft (knitting/crochet) check if you can bring your supplies in because some places don't let guest bring in knitting needles (they are often 11 in long pointy sticks so fair enough)

ASK QUESTIONS not just at the small semi educational areas they sometimes have, but also the people selling things, i love hearing people talk about their crafts (also renn faire drama is real and it is wild, and it's much more exciting because it's effect on you is almost null)

WATER WATER WATER

I KNOW I SAID THIS AT THE TOP BUT IM SAYING IT AGAIN

DRINK SOME FUCKING WATER

some faires have pub crawls and i have witnessed many a stumbling drunk get escorted out by EMTs cause he didn't pace himself and drank on an empty stomach

[marvelous-harry]

Can u pls write about subbry who was in an abusive relationship and like he is scared that if he does smth wrong he gets hit and stuff but the reader comforts him

TW: Vague references to domestic violence.

Broken sub!harry/reader Words: 1.2K

"Oh my god, that's one of the best meals I've ever had," I moaned as I leaned back in the chair and looked at Harry. "Could be a chef you," I grinned.

"Well I don't know about that," Harry replied and grinned. "Plus I only enjoy cooking when I'm cooking for you," he added, a slight blush coming to his cheeks.

I smiled and got up from the chair and walked over to him. I cupped his face and lent down to give him a kiss. "You're so sweet, lovey," I said before giving him a kiss.

Harry grasped my hand and kissed me back eagerly.

"Thank you for a lovely dinner. How about you go fill up the bath while I put the dishes away? That sound good?" I asked and stroked his cheek.

"I can get the dishes," Harry protested.

"I know you can but I'm going to get them. You go get the bath all ready. I'll be up in a second," I smiled and gave him another kiss.

"Promise?" Harry asked, glancing at the dishes before looking back up at me.

"I promise. Go on, be a good boy," I grinned and ran my hand through his hair.

"Okay," Harry muttered and slowly walked out of the kitchen before hurrying upstairs. It still didn't seem right that you should be tidying up the dishes. He was chewing on his lip as he gathered both our slippers and pj's for the night. Putting them on the bathroom counter, he turned and put the plug in the bath before he started filling it with water.

I quickly put the leftovers in the fridge before putting the dishes in the dishwasher. Giving the kitchen table a quick wash with the kitchen towel, I smiled happily and decided to bring some water upstairs in case it got hot. I was just shutting the fridge door when I heard the sound of something breaking upstairs.

"Harry, you alright?" I shouted up the stairs but I didn't get any reply. Quickly checking that the door was locked, I hurried up the stairs. "Harry?" I called out before entering the bedroom.

"Lovey, you okay?" I asked as I saw Harry bending down, quickly picking up pieces of glass.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just bumped into the dresser and it fell. It just broke, I'll get you a new one I promise, I didn't mean it, I swear I didn't do it on purpose," Harry started rambling as he tried to collect all the pieces of glass that had shattered when the glass vase had fallen to the ground.

I put the water bottles on the ground and slowly walked over before crouching down. I held my hands out with my palms up. "Harry, it's okay. Can you put the glass down please?" I asked gently. "I don't want you hurting yourself on the glass.

Harry froze as I came close, his hands trembling a little.

"Hey, can you look at me? It's okay. It was an accident, accidents happen," I said softly with a little smile.

Harry glanced up quickly at me before he closed his eyes, squeezing them shut before turning his head into his shoulder - hiding.

"Would it be okay if I picked the glass out of your hand? I'll be really careful," I asked and watched him carefully. The only response was him opening his palms more. I started to carefully pick up the pieces before putting them aside. Glancing around, I spotted our slippers in the bathroom.

"I'll be right back, don't move yeah? Going to get our slippers so we don't step on any glass" I stood up and hurried into the bathroom and grabbed the slipper. I put mine on while turning off the tap for the bathtub before quickly heading back out.

"Here we are," I said and crouched down again. I put the slippers down in front of him. "Harry, would it be okay if I touched you and we stood up so you can put your slippers on?" I asked.

Harry let out a little strangled noise as he nodded, his eyes still closed and his head turned away.

"Thank you, lovey," I smiled, took his hands in mine, and stood, pulling him up with me. "Much better. Can you slip your slippers on?" I asked. "They're right in front of you,"

Harry took a shaky breath and looked straight down as he opened his eyes, slowly putting his slippers on. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, pulling his hands free and taking a step back. "I know, I. I just. Sorry," he grimaced. "I'll get you a new one, promise,"

"I don't need a new one, it's alright. Was just a little accident, not your fault. Why don't you go sit down on the bed and have some water while I get this cleared up?" I suggested.

Harry thought about it for a few seconds before he walked over to the bed and sat down, his entire body stiff and tense.

I quickly grabbed a broom and got it all swept up before leaving it on the dust tray for later. I walked over to where Harry was. I could rage and sadness boiling inside me as I saw his hands were still trembling and there was a tear going down his cheek. Leaning down, I kissed his cheek softly and wiped away his tear. "You're alright," I whispered to him.

Harry whimpered before he wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his head against my stomach. "I'm sorry! I know you wouldn't, I just get stupid sometimes and I can't help it," he cried.

I rubbed his back before I pulled back so I could tilt his head up. "Listen to me, you're not stupid. You're lovely, unique and the best ever. We know this can happen and we'll deal with it every time it does. It is not your fault," I told him firmly.

Harry looked a little unsure but nodded. "I love you," he said quietly.

"I love you too," I told him before leaning down and giving him a kiss. "You want to lie down a bit?" I asked stroking his cheek.

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, leaning into my hand - making me smile wider.

"I'll do whatever you want. You want me to lie down with you or give you some space?" I asked.

"Don't leave! Lie down with me please?" Harry grabbed onto my t-shirt and looked up at me with wide eyes.

"It would be my pleasure and honour," I gave him another kiss before taking off his slippers and lifting up the covers for him. He crawled under them and turned to look at me. I took off my own slippers and got under the blankets too, humming as Harry moved as close as possible.

Harry wiped his eyes and held on tightly. "I love you. Don't leave me okay? I promise I'll do better," he whispered.

"Never leaving, my love. And you don't have to be sorry or change for me. I love you. I support you, and I got you. Together we can handle anything," I told him, holding him close.

"Okay," he whispered back quietly.

[daemon-in-my-head]

i love these questions! v specific and fun 👌 i wanna know ur answer to 8 😊

Thank u sm! For the ask and for telling me!

8. Both Gortash and Durge are sadistic little gremlins, so when it comes down to it, who's better at torture? And did they make a competition out of it?

This is probably heavily influenced by my general hc, but Elli absolutely sucks at torture. It's all about chasing the highs for him (the high being the kill) so being allowed to do anything but killing is more torture to him than he could ever afflict on someone else. He has no issue blackmailing someone or smth thought. After all, that merely includes threats and not crossing that imaginary line, but the second he's allowed to play around with his knives or sorcery and yet not allowed to "fully commit" to it, he's struggling, and the lack of impulse control usually gets the better of him. It's putting a bottle of water in front of a very thirsty man and telling him not to drink, that's bound to backfire.

Gortash, on the other hand, is patient and calculated enough to pull off a proper session. Nevertheless, the Bhaalspawn's anatomy knowledge and overall experience make him a qualified and valuable assistant, so the Bhaalspawn usually sticks around (after all, it's also a great source of entertainment. Just don't actually hand him a scalpel if you want results.)

As for a competition, not really. Rather than needlessly antagonising someone who could and would kill him if he's getting too excited Gortash decided to take one for the team (heh) and cooperate or simply do it himself if he can't afford to loose tonight's subject without gaining enough Intel. Elli is allowed to take care of them once Gortash is done though (which is torture in and off itself, man's sadistic as fuck. He'd tell em everything's fine and let them 'escape' only for the thrill of hunting them down when they feel safe and like they just barely escaped with their life.)

[neon-pink-skies]

Bakugou x Reader (Crack) I'm sorry but...

This was lovingly requested by my best friend Juno (thanks for taking ur time btw) as I asked if anyone had a prompt or smth for me to write so here we are now. I hope ya'll enjoy it as much as I will! Word count: 1,389 Words

Prompt: ''I like you more than a friend..'' ''I'm sorry but...I'm gay.''

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It was a Saturday evening as almost everyone sat in the living room or helped in the kitchen. You were sitting on the couch with Kaminari and Momo scrolling mindlessly through your phone trying to keep yourself busy but before you could even try and open another app Mina burst through the hall screaming. ''Omg guys! We should all play spin the bottle or through or dare!!'' As everyone heard her yelling, which you couldn't miss by the volume she had, most of them groaned including you but Denki shot up making you fall with your back on the couch. ''That is such a good idea, It's Saturday and I'm bored anyways! It's not like we have to do something tomorrow right guys?'' He replied with enthusiasm earning a high-five from mine while waiting for a response. ''Ugh, fine but I will only take part in this once alright?'' you hissed at them but smiles slightly after seeing their beaming smile, clearly happy. It didn't take too long for all to participate being convinced by the part of having nothing to do tomorrow.

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Everyone was gathered in the living room, the couch and the small table pushed back a bit to make more space to sit in a circle. The bottle was already placed in the middle dreadfully being watched by some while others were almost vibrating with the excitement of who it's gonna land on. ''Okay everyone, who want's to start spinning it?'' Mina asked looking at the others. ''I guess I'll go.'' Tokoyami spoke reaching for it to spin. It made a few rounds until it landed on... ...You. You were anything but happy the first spin landed on you and just groaned in your hands that were covering your face. ''Just get it over with kay?'' you said in a rather annoyed tone and watched as tokoyami walked over to you and kissed you on the cheek awkwardly. ''Come on that wasn't a proper kiss!'' Mine complained waving both arms in the air while most of the others were just laughing. ''You didn't specify where exactly before we started so it's your fault.'' Tokoyami argued back as he sat back in his original place watching Mina throw a tantrum. You just decided to spin the bottle since it was your turn now and it landed on... ...Asui. You both looked at each other with a smile and you stood up to give her a kiss on the forehead and patted her head before going back.

This went back and forth for about an hour or two and every once in a while, there were funny pairings while spinning like Sero and Iida who were just highly confused when Sero finally kissed Iida's hand and wiped his hand on his pants right after. You were getting thirsty and bored by just sitting there watching the interactions, laughing every once in a while. ''Can we please take a break, I'm thirsty and a bit bored actually'' you said to Mina who already looked sleepy. ''Yea ofc hun, let's all take a break if we are at it'' See smiled, being the first to stand up from her place. Everyone walked to the kitchen while you grabbed 3 glass jugs and filled each of them with water and played it on the counter for everyone to fill their glass. You sat at the table drinking while being on your phone again to check some messages you got during ur game but it got grabbed by someone behind you so you turned around to find it was Mina. ''Hey that's my phone so you better be careful.'' You warned having one arm resting on the back of the chair, watching her put it on the table she looked back at you. ''I just want you to do something that I think will be funny..'' She smirked while pointing for you both to go in the hallways to discuss what she wanted you to do. ''..Fine I'm listening'' You gave in and followed Mina to the hallways. ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

Everyone was sitting in a circle again, waiting for Mina's instruction. ''Okay so how about we play truth or Dare next since there will be more options hm?'' Mine announced as she clapped her hands together. If everyone would agree you and Mina's plan could go into action. And everyone did agree with playing it, already having someone who wanted to start. It was Ojiro since he didn't want to get picked first, he looked around and looked at Bakugou. ''Got a problem tail?'' Bakugou snarled at him making Ojiro sweat a drop and regret his decision already. ''Truth or Dare Bakugou?'' He asked nervously. ''Dare of course or do you think I'm scared hah?'' He replied angrily back waiting for Ojiro's dare.

''I dare you to eat one whole raw clove of garlic.'' Orijo ordered and everyone watched bakugou stand up and get one just to go back to his seat with the garlic clove in hand, throwing it in his mouth like it was candy. Everyone was watching in amazement or horror while he just ate it like it was nothing. ''Got a problem or why are you all staring, it's rude you know.'' He barked at everyone while hagakure and Midoria had to hold their noses as they sat directly beside him making him even angrier and yelling at them. 2 more rounds passed and when it was finally Mina's turn, she gave u a small nod which you returned that somehow got unnoticeable. ''(Y/N)! truth or dare hun?'' He smirked as you thought for a second before replying. ''I choose dare'' You shrugged at her while she smirked even wider than before giving you the dare and setting the plan into action.

''I dare you to confess your feelings to your crush!'' She beamed It was originally planned that Mina would help you 'confess' to Bakugou, but little did she know you both were already a pair you didn't wanna ruin the fun and rolled with her plan except the fact u told bakugou about it, and told him to just wing the response.

You stood up making your way over to bakugou feeling all the eyes on your back making this a bit more unsettling than it should be. ''Bakugou...I...I like you more than a friend!'' You said out loud squinting your eyes to make it more realistic. Everyone looked at bakugou who was quieter than usual and just looked in slight shock at you. You opened your eyes and were about to say something along the lines of 'I'm sorry' but were interrupted by bakugou finally saying something.

''I'm sorry but...'' he mumbled as you looked at Mina who was in shock looking at you with a sorry face making her even more worried as your eyes started to become glassy. ''I'm sorry but I'm gay (or straight if ur a guy) .'' Bakugou blurred out while rubbing the back of his head and looking at the ground. ... ''WHAT?!!''

The silence was interrupted by Mina screaming in shock and confusion while you and bakugou had to keep a straight face just to keep the act. ''How come you never told me this?! Oh my god (Y/N) I'm so sorry!'' Mina stood up and took you in her arms while you fake-cried into her shoulder. ''I'll just go to bed, have fun playing everyone.'' bakugou replied as he got up to go to his room. When he was gone Mina let go of you and hold your shoulders, ''If you don't want to continue playing anymore it's okay! That was a hard blow, again I'm so so sorry!'' She apologized as you wiped your tears away and walked to the stairs. As soon as you were sure to be out of their view you made your way to bakugou's room. Arriving there you knocked in a certain pattern waiting for him to open his door and pull you inside. ''Oh my god did you see their faces?'' You laughed while walking to his bed to sit down. ''I know right! Even Deku was shocked!'' he replied and started to laugh with you, celebrating that you 2 somehow pranked the whole class without them knowing with a few snacks and watching Youtube together for the rest of the night.

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AN: Okay but why is that lowkey hella funny alone by the prompt hahaha. Again thank you Juno so much for the Prompt Idea because I loved it soo much and I loved to build it up to the prompt <3

[wawawawawawawawawawawawawa]

anon who doesnt have aspd and taught myself empathy here yet again! i am Now Thinking and remembering that a huge part of why i've never tried to go to therapy or anything is coz like i Know i'd use what i learn to like, manipule ppl better and shit. i enjoy playing w ppl Too much and coz Fun Childhood i've been good at it all my life, but cognitively i recognise its bad so it would be bad and not fair for me to go to therapy and get even better at it and manipulate ppl i love for my own fun. and like even i dont do illegal shit or even like drink alcohol or smoke coz then i can keep the moral high ground in arguments w ppl and i can say whatever i want and call em out on shit and create a fuss for them and stir the pot and they cant call me a hypocrite. like so much of what i do is about making sure i have a level of ability to manipulate and control ppl and situations. so many behaviours which arent explained by autism, idk why i've just brushed all of them aside except that i've gotten bored by overthinking abt them, and ive mostly gotten to a point where they're under control and im content w life

but back to remorse and empathy i honestly just think they're not really necessarily useful things and ppl place so much importance on "oh im such a good person i have so much empathy" but will also use their empathy/remorse to control ppl? like i know ppl w bpd who use their genuine guilt and worries and stuff to get ppl to feel sorry for them and indulge them instead of confronting and working on it. like even ppl w/o mental illness will sometimes try to use the fact they feel bad abt smth to erase their culpability instead of actually fixing their mistakes. it can be confronting for them that some ppl can be like "oh shit i made a mistake. fuck. oh well" (and sometimes fix their mistake/take responsibility) w/o remorse or other emotions to it coz i think it makes them realise their emotion doesnt absolve them

thanks to listening to me ramble!

man i feel that, im also obsessed with having the moral high ground, except i think my view of morality is the best one and everyone else is stupid. also i'm a hypocrite. i also hate hypocrites! yes this in of itself is hypocritical i am aware. do something morally reprehensible? shame on you! doesn't matter that i do the same thing with no intent to stop. its over anakin i have the moral high ground!! i have Standards and Morals and also i'm correct all the time. if i had the death note there would be no story and everything would be okay. i simply would not go mad with power and i'd only kill people who are deserving of it

also yeah i hate the empathy = morality thing i hate it so so so so much. i do think cognitive empathy is a useful tool and remorse can be useful as like, the emotions equivalent of getting spritzed with a water bottle and also you are a cat. do something shitty? feel remorse? my cuck ass is NEVER doing that again!! because remorse felt so bad the first time, why would i risk doing it Again and feeling remorse Again? its just not worth it. but then again if you get more and more used to its presence it wouldnt work all that great and also would suck balls

and i've known a dude w bpd who was like that, and ive known people with good ol fashioned Anxiety Disorder that were like that- worse, even! they thought that bc they had anxiety, they were these cutesy little waifs and anything they did could be rebutted with "but i have anxietttyyyyyy" and everyone was just expected to pity them because of it- no matter what they did! people put too high of an emphasis on emotion as the standard of morality- if you're a scared abuse victim, thats Moral and you are Pitiable, which is Good. however if you fought back, you are Immoral and you are Secretly Probably The Aggressor, which is Bad. (consequently, if you're too scared, that's Moral, however you Didn't Fight Back, which means you were acting Illogically, and Had It Coming, therefore you are Bad) which is hypocritical as fuck! ive taken responsibility w/o remorse and i've takne responsibility with remorse and remorse is Not the important part of this argument, it's emotional intelligence.

[stardustjessie]

1. Art programs you have but don't use

Photoshop. I used to draw with it when i was like 13 but ever since I started using Sai I could never handle using Photoshop again.

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

Left, 100%. It's why all my ref sheets face left.

3. What ideas come from when you were little

Nothing really comes to mind. I kinda of abandoned all the ideas I had as a kid. Fresh start I guess.

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

ANYTHING WITH A SCENARY! I struggle so hard.

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

It's very rare for me to not post a piece online. I always draw with the goal of making it the best I can and I'm very proud of my results, so I always post them to show the world.

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

Well, if there is, it might be so subconscious that I myself don't realize it.

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

Paintings! Especially Impressionism.

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

I used to make some comics when I was growing up. A Pokemon Mystery Dungeon one, and a furry one. Both had serious plots and I was honestly very passionate about it. My art was shite back then, and I feel like nowadays i could execute a comic really well. But I don't like putting that much time and effort into things when I know people won't bother to look at it.

9. What are your file name conventions

I always just describe what I'm drawing. Like "Cute Puppy".

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

Hoodies, which are also my favourite to draw.

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

I have a massive playlist that has a lot of genres. But sometimes it's just hyperpop or pop punk. I do put on just Vylet Pony though.

12. Easiest part of body to draw

Face. If you don't count that, then the torso.

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

Good question honestly. I think just lineless pony artists. The art is amazing and I admire it so much but I can never get myself to draw that.

14. Any favorite motifs

Good question honestly. I don't know what motif means ;;

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

I draw in my bedroom, where my pc is! Sometimes I doodle some very silly stuff at work, like cats and stuff. But I only really feel comfortable in my room.

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

Hair. It sucks to draw but I always make the hair always looks so good.

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

Only some water/fizzy. I can't handle eating as I am doing something.

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

If you don't count wasted pen nibs, then just my two older tablets. One from when I was a kid, then one when I was a teen.

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

Bottles. I think it ends up looking neat.

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

Faces. Everyone tells me they struggle with facial expressions but it's my favourite part to do.

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

Anything lineless I find so amazing.

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

I just sit and draw lol

23. Do you use different layer modes

Yes. It's how I do my visual effects really.

24. Do your references include stock images

If I need a pose reference or anything like that.

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

Nothing really. It's only been compared to my friend's art, which I've been heavily inspired.

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

I don't think I've had any like that. Or maybe people don't comment about my art so I can know its been interpreted differently.

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

The sketch to me is a warm up. I do rather detailed sketches so I train myself to do the full picture.

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

I wish. I'm not really popular so I don't go to events since I know I wouldn't be recognised.

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

Films. I goddamn love films and cinematography, but it doesn't inspire me artistically. What primarily inspires me are videogames and how they convey emotions.

30. What you think is your underrated piece

I accidentally erased que question text

I had put a lot of effort into trying to execute this idea as best as I could. It was a birthday gift for my best friend ScootTheBat. They absolutely loved it, he recognised the effort and the emotion conveyed. abut it didn't get attention. It honestly made me really sad.

Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game

Didn't see a lot of artist ask games, wanted to make a silly one.

(I wrote this while sick out of my mind last year and it's been collecting dust in my drafts, I might as well let it run free) 1. Art programs you have but don't use

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

3. What ideas come from when you were little

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

9. What are your file name conventions

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

12. Easiest part of body to draw

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

14. Any favorite motifs

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

23. Do you use different layer modes

24. Do your references include stock images

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

[destructive-ilya]

long ass messy explaining of today:

well he hit/choked my mom for just trying get our stuff to leave like he had a tantrum we do for leaving a light in our room on at night w us in it and didn’t like taht she barked AT HIS SCREAMING then because he got arrested when he came back (me and dog locked out could remove our stuff had to wait until officers came to like help/oversee) he screamed get out off property then started throwing rocks and bricks at me and nova , keep in mind busy city suburb she has no collar or leash atm (inside and also all of our stuff) so the only safe place is in gate until we can all leave together(either to take her seprate but safe which is why from 9/10am-2pm i was trying to find smth) if she was out that gate she’d be gone. his sister JUST lost a dog in a car accident at same time as he was trying to force open gate while i begged not to shes get out and officers and my mom onw that second to get our stuff and remove us someone else walking by had a dog get out of their leash and he was trying help them “cause i just lost a dog this way” EXACT SAME SECOND

then he like ran off, at the throwing bricks point called 911 (cause i was supposed to anyway so we could remove stuff ) when i was on phone i gave wrong street twice in the panic so it took forever at this point i’m at 2% then officers come plus my mom with water (have had none except the two i asked some guys behind their gate for eternally grateful) and guy has disappeared (hiding out friends place hoping we just leave (everything we own?)) my mom calls him and officers talk to him he says half hour doesn’t get there for a full one and while waiting trying to figure out what to do for nova that’s best for her and maybe we could see again, they decide we could put her in a car and take to station with us u til we could get a shelter, then he shows up and chucks like only a couple things out and when officers walk through HE JUST LIES saying all of ours is his. upwards of thousand dollar worth of food maybe more considering spices (he had border nothing except what we’d given before we even went just cause he had nothing) my toiletries?? a tub of irreplaceable items , photos of my papa who died, birthday card, pictures sent to me, art and drawings given to me/done in treatment, my mom’s computer, a water bottle, a sport bag with my stuffie in it, and some of my clothes and some other things cooking supplies, my dogs food what? for his cat? (he doesn’t deserve that cat, absolutely love not fault on)

and he can do that, they knew he was lying but it’s his residence and it’s like there isn’t anything to do besides sue, i wanted my things back. had to have officer go back for a back pack cause it had my wallet and a cash app card w my name and my mothers meds so i mean he gave that over eventually , and then with like a bunch of stuff just thrown in his back yard we needed to like figure out what had what’s gone and what throw away cause can’t bring that much, and as going throw officers are like we don’t want to stand rushing over you while you go through causing forgetting things, so just call 911 when your done and we’ll come escort you and dog then, they leave, maybe 5 or 6:30, phone is dead now, got rid kf two thirds then he did come out while sorting for his garbage , like yeah we’re in way but it’s almost 8 we were calling that second and finishing up, he’s screaming off property and shit talking again, we were where we were supposed to be i said i’d just deal with his trash if it was so heinous n he didn’t want us touching. he wasn’t supposed tp b there til we had left . so we wait for officers it gets dark and cold and drizzly 5hrs go by nothing i’m just watching creepyass bugs on pavement after i magiver a leashe waist harness thing for her anyway something happend and all cars were redirected no one came until 2/3 am and they were SHITTY mostly mom talked to upfront , nova had been laying falling aslee but she did bark at them cause ya know middle of night she has no food no sleep watched some shit w all of us taday, and they’re like no. and can’t at night anyway no resources too late. so now we’re back in old apt w border nothing comparitive go 24hrs ago just until morning and it’s 4am and i STILL HAVENT SLEPT

[thereforepizza]

I just had a wild dream about camp and Avatar 2

My church sent some of my friends and I to a summer camp. When we showed up there were these massive, 6 story log cabins with hotel rooms.

A friend of mine is absolutely obsessed with ketchup. Puts it on everything from steak to chips—basically anything she doesn’t deem flavorful enough. In this dream, I found a ketchup bottle and I’d had enough of her shenanigans. So I took it and I covered the stairs with ketchup. All 6 flights.

My group eventually made it to our cabins on the top floor. I don’t think I warned them about the ketchup. We got settled in and there was a camera aimed at the beds to ensure we didn’t do anything sus. We didn’t even care.

So we got ready for bed in a room with like 8 beds. Each of them had one or two people in a bed. For some reason my getting dressed was to wear this freakin 1800’s, several layer, heavy dress. Anyway we went to bed and I stayed up trying to figure out where the heck my brother was because I hadn’t seen him once since we’d arrived. In the meantime I showed a little animal (maybe it was a mouse or a raccoon or smth) HTTYD and taught it some tricks or smth.

then my brother finally came in the room and told me he’d been in the bathroom sick since we got there. But he felt better so he was gonna go to bed.

It was well past lights out at this point but we decided to all chat and stuff anyway. I showed my brother the tricks I’d taught that little animal. Eventually we got too loud and got yelled at. We didn’t get any quieter though. But at some point we actually went to bed.

Well, kind of. The dream shifted slightly. And my brother turned into the younger brother, Lo’ak, from Avatar 2. And when I looked around everyone was in the same bed, and it was all the main characters from Way of the Water. We tried to sleep but my brother perked up, listening to something. I only kind of heard it. Jake went over to him and tried to figure out what he was hearing.

Then Lo’ak got up and went to the door. Jake and I followed. He said something about that sound being specific. Something he’d heard before. It was a pattern. Then when we opened the door and looked out, the hallway began to rock, water coming through in waves. That was when we knew to run.

We got the whole family outside and instead of being in the woods, we were now at the ocean at night. Some nightmarish creatures were trying to kidnap as many Na’vi as they could. So much happened in this portion of the dream that the details are getting fuzzy.

I guess Lo’ak has a cousin. My dream followed him trying to save some Na’vi from the creatures and being sucked down deep into the water until he couldn’t hold his breath anymore. There were these torpedo-like creatures that went super fast underwater and when one tried to push the cousin back to the surface, I could hear him saying (probably just thinking) “no, I cannot go up like that. I will not survive.”

And lo and behold he went up with one of them and uh… probably didn’t survive. Idk

Anyway, the dark creatures left finally and the Sully family went back up to our room. At that point mostly everyone switched back to my camp buddies. My brother was my brother again. I changed out of that stupid dress I’d been wearing the whole time.

We had to fill out a report for anyone who had an accident or died. Out of the like 20 people that came on the trip, we had like five left. My brother kinda switched in between being him and Lo’ak. And the one chick that’s the teen version of Grace was there trying to fill out an incident report but she didn’t know how to write, so she was just putting scribbles and drawings on it. We hardly had enough papers as is. Lo’ak took an incident report but he was in denial about his cousin’s death. He was convinced he wasn’t actually gone. I didn’t say anything to him, but I took one of the reports to go out and make a few copies so we’d have enough. I went out to the hall and tried to let the papers air out because they were still wet from the building flooding.

When I was out there, my mom showed up. I asked her what to do about the papers to make them dry faster. She just shrugged. I set them down and mom and I walked along the floors, looking at the damage. She told me someone suspected my teacher of causing the incident. As I walked along the floor had split more and more right down the center. And all I could think was “there’s no way she would’ve done this.”

And then some nonsense that’s all jumbled together happened and I woke up.

[midgardianweasley]

hiii i love your fics so much omg! anyway, i have a request that i've been daydreaming about that haha: nat and r get into a really big fight about smth (anything but cheating pls my heart won't be able to take that) and r kind of shuts down, and wanda & carol become super protective of her and follow her everywhere making sure she's ok. (and they're also glaring at nat any chance they get) but then nat comes into r's room one night and apologizes and they make up and snuggle and its soft hours

thank you so much! and of course lovely! here you go<33

Priorities

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha has been missing date nights, leaving Y/N embarrassed for the final time. When confronted, an argument unfolds, but can they come back from it?

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: some swearing, some self-neglect

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“Another drink, miss?” The waiter in a smart, black tux asked you for the second time this evening, a part of you felt that it was out of pity as you sat alone at a table for two, and had been for the last two hours.

You were supposed to be meeting your girlfriend tonight for date night, you got all dressed up, makeup applied and hair styled perfectly, which had taken forever, only to be stood up. You wouldn’t have overly minded if this was a first occurrence, you would’ve brushed it off and rescheduled for another night. Which is what you had done, two missed date nights ago.

This was your third night of sitting alone in a crowded, candlelit restaurant as couples around you glanced over with a sympathetic gaze, which had only made you feel worse. Your girlfriend should be here. ‘Natasha should be here’, you thought. You looked up at the kind waiter, giving him a gentle smile before shaking your head.

“No, thank you. I think I'm calling it a night.” You spoke as you hurried to gather your things and get out of there as soon as possible, trying to hold back tears that you refused to let fall, not in front of all of these strangers. You hated this. You hated feeling so exposed. So vulnerable. You couldn’t help but feel anger bubble inside of you, thoughts of Natasha being the only thing currently plaguing your mind, most along the lines of; ‘What was her excuse this time?’ ‘Who is she with instead?’, but, there was one in particular that you couldn’t help but focus on.

‘She promised.’

You hadn’t realised you were crying until you were in the taxi, catching a glimpse of yourself in the rearview mirror when the driver had adjusted it slightly to see the cars behind you, in the process, you’d also caught her eyebrows raise in concern and it wasn’t long before she started conversation.

“You okay back there?”

You laughed somewhat bitterly, but it wasn’t towards her. “Nothing I can't handle.”

Your response didn’t seem to settle her worry as she turned quickly and shot you a sad smile before returning her eyes to the road.

“Boy troubles?”

“Girl.” You rubbed your face, trying to rid yourself of any tear stains that may be lingering and messing up your once really pretty makeup. Not that it really mattered at this point.

“Ah, been there.” She held up her left hand, showing you the shimmering diamond on her finger. “The wife and I have had our fair share of arguments and fallouts, some of them included a situation like this one.”

“Crying in the backseat of a taxi?”

“Crying in the backseat of a taxi.” She laughed lightly, making you smile for the first time tonight.

“It had always worked out though, we’ve never been stronger.”

“Congratulations.” You looked towards the woman “I hope I could be so lucky.” You mumbled, though still loud enough for her to hear. You were mad at Natasha, more disappointed really, but you still loved her, dangerously so. She could stand you up for another 50 dates, and you’d still be head over heels. Angry, but your love would never falter.

“I’m sure you will be. If there’s one thing I've learned over the years, it’s that things have a way of falling into place eventually.”

Pondering her words, you looked out of the car window and noticed that you were pulling up to Stark Tower. It wasn’t long before the car came to a complete stop, the woman turning round to you and beginning to speak again.

“You’ll be okay. It’s obvious you love her, okay? Speak to her. I’m sure it’ll be alright.” She looked at you with nothing but kindness in her eyes, which you did your best to return with a smile. You reached into your purse, handing her the money owed, plus a tip.

“Thank you for the help.”

“Don’t worry about it, go get her.” She winked as you got out of the car and watched her drive away, quickly taking yourself inside to avoid freezing to death as the cold wind blew harshly. Kicking your heels off, you set off with one task at hand. Talk to Nat.

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“Hey, have any of you guys seen Nat?” You addressed some members of the team who were hanging out in the Kitchen, fixing themselves a snack or just conversing with one another. The second they looked up and took in their appearance, you could’ve sworn their faces paled and saddened slightly as if they knew what had happened.

“I think I saw her head off to train a while ago, but I'm not sure if she’s still there.” Carol replied, her face morphing into one of seriousness. She knew about the missed dates, having found you one night looking completely defeated in one of your nicest dresses and heels. She, alongside Wanda, who had found you both later that night, had spent their night comforting you and reassuring you that she probably hadn’t meant it. They didn’t know what to do, they’d never seen you look so sad before, no matter how much you told them it was okay, the pang in their chest for their best friend hadn’t ceased.

You nodded, quietly thanking Carol and wandered off in search for your girlfriend.

It didn’t take long, she was still training when you’d walked into the gym, sweat practically pouring off of her. Your heart softened briefly when you saw her, her fiery red hair tied back into a ponytail with loose strands all over the place, wearing a black t-shirt, grey sweatpants and a deadpan face as she attacked the dusty punching bag with such force that you’re surprised it hasn’t flown off of the chains yet.

She hadn’t noticed you had walked in, still giving all of her focus to her punches. Maybe she just hadn’t heard you?

“Hi Nat.”

Nothing.

“Nat”

All you could hear was the furious rattling of chains, still not getting a response from the redhead. With a sigh, you decided to try another approach. You stepped closer to her, still keeping a little distance, and leaned forward to tap her shoulder, instantly grabbing her attention. She flung herself around, arm still in midair, her closed fist almost coming into contact with your face.

You don’t know what you expected when she turned around and finally acknowledged your presence, but you definitely didn’t expect to be met with a scowl.

“Seriously? in the middle of training? I could’ve hit you.” She huffed as she turned back to her previous position.

“Sorry. I just wanted to come in and talk to you.”

“About?”

You paused, expecting her to look at you again, but she didn’t.

With a small sigh, you continued. “you missed date night again. I waited for you, but you were a no show.”

“Right, yeah, date night” she muttered, seeming to be unfocused as her eyebrows furrowed and her head kept darting around the room, looking anywhere but at you. “I’ll make the next one.”

“This is the third one you’ve missed this month.” You said firmly, wanting her to understand that this can’t keep happening, of course cancellations or rearrangements were bound to happen sometimes, but she’s just not showing up and then leaving you in the dark as to knowing why.

“I told you, i’ll make the next one.” She walked over to the bench, picking up her water bottle and taking a swig of water, looking directly at you, you look back at her and she just looks so, unbothered.

“I don’t believe you, Nat. You say you’ll make it up to me and then I sit there again, hoping that you’ll be there this time, but you don’t turn up. And now I come back and you’re just training. Could it not have waited? Was that seriously more important?” You raised your voice now, all the anger and frustration you’d felt earlier coming back up to the surface.

You just wanted an explanation, or something to justify how she was acting, but she gave you nothing, not even an attempt, only adding fuel to the fire.

“Why are you getting so annoyed? You should know better than anyone that this is my job.”

“I just explained that to you! Which is more than what you’re giving me right now.”

“Okay, fine, forgive me for not making everything about you for a minute.” She spat bitterly towards you, her temper starting to go as the discussion became more heated.

“Seriously? That’s how you’re seeing this?” If you weren’t so unbelievably irritated, you would’ve laughed at her response.

“You’re being selfish. So I missed a date or two, you’re blowing this out of proportion once again, it’s infuriating.” Selfish?

You raised both your hands, as if in surrender. It was one thing to ditch you, it was another thing to then insult you for speaking up about it. With a tight lipped smile, oozing with sarcasm, you decided that you’d had enough.

“I don’t need to listen to this.”

She shrugged her shoulders, adjusting the gloves she’d just put on. “Then don’t, i’m busy anyways.”. This time, you did laugh.

“What a fucking surprise.”. And with that, you turned on your heels and walked out, hearing the echo of punches fill the room once again, every one feeling like a punch to the stomach.

Maybe these are things falling into place, just not the place you’d hoped.

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You were still in bed at noon the next day, unable to bring yourself to get up and face the world. You didn’t need to worry about anything in the confinement of your bed, even more so considering it wasn’t the bed you shared with Natasha.

After speaking, well, arguing with her last night, you went straight to your shared bedroom, gathered some clothes and your essentials, and slept in your old room that you used to stay in before the two of you started dating. It felt wrong. You always spent your nights with a warm feeling of love washing over you as your girlfriend pressed kisses all over your face, tangling your limbs together in the process.

It wasn’t the same. You felt cold, a type of cold that no heating or blankets could solve. You lacked a weight on your waist, fingertips stroking the skin that was exposed due to your top riding up slightly. Instead, the only comfort you had was the small bear you’ve kept for the las year. It was one that Natasha had given you after she won it at the funfair on your third date, and you could never bring yourself to part with it, remembering how happy she looked when she handed it to you, and the butterflies you felt just from seeing her look so pleased.

The bear was a little worn and torn now, it had been ripped in a couple of places, now replaced with a little sewn on patch of material that didn’t exactly match the shade of brown, and one of the eyes had started to fall off, but you liked that it was different. The assassin had tried to offer to replace it and buy you a new one, but you’d always refuse, insistent that you would keep that bear with you for the rest of time. Even now, when the two of you weren’t speaking, you still held onto it with a death-tight grip.

A knock on the door snapped you out of your daydream.

“Y/N, open up, It’s me.” A familiar voice shouted through. Carol.

“And me!” Wanda.

You heard some muttering outside of the door, something along the lines of Carol suggesting they break the door down, immediately being told that it was unnecessary by the Sokovian. Feeling pretty against the idea of having a doorway with no door, you called out for them.

“Guys, it’s unlocked.” You were quiet, but it was clear that they had heard you as the faint talking stopped altogether and you heard them walk in and shut the door behind them with a ‘click’.

Wanda was the first to approach you, kneeling down beside the bed so that she was at eye level with you, pulling the bed covers down a little to uncover more than your forehead. Once she could see your eyes and nose, she sent you a warm smile.

“Hi sleepy. It’s noon.”

“I know.” She frowned when she heard you speak, your voice raspy from your crying through the night. She hated seeing you like this, she loved both you and Natasha, and it hurt to see you so sad because of the woman you adored.

“We should go and eat something, it’ll help.”

“‘M not hungry.” You pressed your head further into the pillow, the last thing you wanted to do was eat, your stomach already feeling like it was twisting with every minute that passed.

“C’mon, i’ll make you your favourite.” the blonde winked, leaning against your wardrobe.

“Your special pancakes?”

“With extra whipped cream.” She sang, playfully trying to encourage you to leave the bed. You had to hand it to her, she knew you too well.

WIth a brief look between the two, you rubbed your eyes and threw the covers off dramatically, sighing and ensuring that they knew you didn’t approve of this. They knew you were joking, even if you weren’t, all they cared about was making sure you were okay, knowing that when you felt like this, being left alone allows you to neglect yourself and get really low. They don’t mind if you dislike them for a little while, as long as you are looked after.

“There we go! Well done.” Wanda stroked your back and led you towards the door where Carol held it open for you.

“No breaking it down behind my back.” You shot towards her, slightly amused at the guilty look on her face as she realised you’d heard her quarrel beforehand. Shaking her head, she nudged you out of the door, and the three of you made your way into the kitchen.

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Carol had stuck to her promise of preparing a sweet treat for you, a stack of fluffy pancakes sat in front of you, topped with whipped cream and two cherries on top. You ate slow, still a little cautious of how stable your stomach felt. You could see your two friends talk with one another, not wanting to stare and make you uncomfortable, but occasionally looking over silently to check in on you.

You were feeling pretty content as you sat at the counter, munching away with the two avengers for company. It was only when you heard a voice that you could recognise anywhere.

“Hi guys.”

Not daring to look up, you ket your eyes focused on the food in front of you, hoping that if you just stay quiet, you’ll be invisible to the human eye.

“Hey Nat.”

“Hi.”

Wanda and Carol replied, wary of any interaction between the pair of you that could unfold into something neither of you wanted or that would lead to any regrets.

You lifted your head slightly, able to see the daggers Carol was throwing at Nat, not impressed with her being in the room. You both had always been quite close, often talking about life before becoming superheroes that protect the planet, in her case, planets. In the process, she’d found herself having a soft spot for you, wanting to protect you from anything that could bring you harm. Which you were grateful for, but her glaring was terrifying sometimes, you were more grateful for the fact that her powers weren’t in her eyes, otherwise you would’ve definitely become single five minutes ago.

You could see Natasha out of the corner of your eye, she was filling up the bottle she used for when she was training, her eyes weren’t on what she was doing, instead, she was trying to subtly look up at you through the hood of her eyes. You subconsciously took the opportunity to really take in her appearance.

Her hair hadn’t been tended to since you last saw her, half of it was hanging out of her ponytail, most of it falling in front of her face. Her eyes looked glassy and bloodshot, like she had been crying recently and you could’ve sworn that was your t-shirt she was wearing. The sight sent a wave of sadness over you, wanting nothing more than to leap over the counter and pull her into your arms and tell her things were fine, that the two of you were fine. But you stayed seated, too nervous to make a move.

You didn’t know it, but she regretted speaking to you last night, instantly realising what she’d done after she came back to her room to find it empty and half of your stuff gone. She knew immediately where you’d gone and would’ve gone through to talk it through with you, but she didn’t think it would help. She wanted you to have your time and space before approaching the situation.

With that, she tightened the lid on her bottle, sent you an apologetic smile and walked out of the room, leaving behind an awkward atmosphere in her absence.

“You alright?” Wanda asked

“Yeah, yeah no I'm okay. I’m feeling a little tired though, I'll catch you guys in a bit, okay?” You stood from your seat, not giving either of the two a chance to stop you as you walked out and back to bed. What a day.

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Hours had gone by now and you were back wrapped up under your bed covers, still clinging onto your bear. You hadn’t bothered to change, you went straight to bed after walking in the door. You’d managed to get some sleep earlier, not a lot, but it was something.

You tossed and turned, trying to find any way of being comfortable so your body could rest and your mind could shut off, but it was deemed to be impossible. All you could think about was your argument with Nat, and how she looked so upset earlier. The thought alone triggered the waterworks again, this time, you didn’t even attempt to stop them.

Only a couple of minutes had passed before there was yet again, another knock on your door. You rolled your eyes, really not wanting any more visitors, you were grateful for the help, but you really wanted to be alone.

“Guys, I’m fine! It’s late, get some sleep.” You called out, waiting to hear retreating footsteps, but they never came. Huh. That’s weird? You brushed it off quickly, assuming that it must’ve just been too quiet to hear, which you wouldn’t put past you due to all the sniffling you’ve been doing in an attempt to silence your crying.

You were wrong. The person at your door hadn’t walked away. They also weren’t Wanda or Carol. Instead, it was who you least expected to be in your room at god knows what time at night after the events that had unfolded recently.

“Hi.” The redhead whispered, worrying that if she spoke any louder, you’d be able to hear her voice shake with nerves, or the huge lump in her throat that wouldn’t budge.

You froze on the spot when you realised who it was, not entirely sure how you were gonna play this. Realistically, you might as well just see what it is she wants, it couldn’t hurt, could it?

“Hey.”

Her footsteps were practically silent but still felt deafening as she stepped closer to you, cringing slightly at how tense and forced all of this felt. It was her fault, she knew that, she hoped you did too. She didn’t want you blaming yourself for her actions, although she couldn’t say anything if you did, she was the one who had insulted you and planted the thought in your head, and she felt every fibre in her body beg for you to forgive her.

Approaching with caution, she walked up to the top of the bed, kneeling where Wanda had been earlier, but unlike Wanda, she didn’t reach out for you. She didn’t feel she had the right. Not now. She quickly took note of your eyes and how they were drooping and red, just like how hers had been earlier, which is how she could know in an instant that you had just been crying. She felt like a knife had gone through her chest at the sight, knowing that she had done that to you. She’d let you down so much that it had brought you to laying in bed alone and crying.

You mumbled something incoherent, completely muffled by the covers that were blocking your mouth.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you through the cover, could you tell me that again?”

You looked down a little, debating on doing it or just asking her to leave this conversation for another day. ‘But, she was already here, so you may as well get on with it.’ you thought, and with that, you tugged the covers down a little, letting Natasha see your full face now, unable to stop a tiny hint of a smile creeping up on her face. Your nose was runny, your eyes were puffy, and your face was flushed, but that didn’t change the fact that she still believed you to be the most beautiful woman she’d seen.

“Has something h-happened?” You hiccuped, noticing the frown take over her features as she maintained her eye contact with you.

“Yeah. i was a complete idiot.”

“Nat-”

“No, no, please. I want to explain. I need to explain. Please?” She pleaded, not caring how desperate she might’ve looked.

You paused for a minute before sighing gently, nodding at her and giving her a non-verbal go ahead to continue. She took a deep breath, looking away for a second then looking back at you before you could even blink. You could see her hands tremble a little, and while you were upset with her, you couldn’t leave it alone. You reached your hand out from under the cover and held it out to her, offering it for her to hold. She grabbed it without hesitation, squeezing it gently as a single tear fell, gathering the courage to say her next words.

“I have no excuse for what I did. There is nothing I could say that would make my actions plausible or acceptable, I shouldn’t have treated you like that or said what I did, and I understand if you can’t forgive me, or don’t want to. But I needed-, no, I need you to know, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. You deserve better.”

More tears had fallen down her face at this point, her thumb not ceasing in their circular movements on the back of your hand. She didn’t know if this was going to be the last time she felt your hand in hers, so with every circle, she was savouring the moment, no matter how badly she wished it was under different circumstances.

You shuffled a little so you were in a more upright position, hoping that it would make speaking easier. You’d taken in every word, and while you were hurt, extremely hurt, you saw how remorseful she was. Her face showed no sign of humour or like she was lying. You could always tell when she was lying, her eyebrow always twitched a little, which you would always be in stitches about when she tried to say she didn’t eat your last cookie and her eyebrows would be moving like mad. They were as still as stone when she was speaking this time.

“You really hurt me, Nat. I didn’t think I was asking for much, just some time with you, that was all. And you left me every time, for work and with no notice. It was embarrassing.” She nodded in acknowledgement as she listened. “A-and then to come back and witness you being so, so, hostile, with me, I didn’t understand what I'd done.”

She gulped audibly before speaking again. “You hadn’t done a thing. Not a thing. I-I threw myself into work, into training. The last mission, I was sloppy, I wasn’t on my A game, it almost ended up with other people seriously hurt. So I thought-” She took a shaky breath in. “I thought, if I trained harder, It would mean I would be better for the next mission. But I disregarded everything else on the radar, including you, and then I got so mad at myself for it that I ended up taking it out on you instead. You don’t have a selfish bone in your body, and it was out of order for me to ever say so. It was wrong, and I don’t think I can apologise enough.`` She gave you an apologetic smile, tears streaming down her face steadily now.

“You know, when I came home from the restaurant, I had this driver.” You smiled. “Nice woman, she’s got a wife. She was telling me that it wasn’t easy for them. They had their ups and downs, their fights and bitterness. But they always found their way back to each other.” You whispered so softly that if there was any other noise in the room, Natasha wouldn’t have heard a word.

“And, when we argued, I really didn’t think we were going to be able to come back from that. I thought that maybe our time had expired.” You sniffled, your own tears trailing their way down your cheeks. Without thinking, she wiped them away, her palm pressing onto your warm cheek as you nuzzled into it, still finding comfort in her touch.

“I don’t want us to expire, Nat.”

There it was. There was the sentence that turned silent tears into fully body wracking sobs, your hands instinctively going to pull away and cover your face, instead, Natasha brought herself up to sit on the side of your bed, hastily bringing you into her chest and her free hand combing its way through your hair.

She rocked you back and forth, letting you get everything out of your system, no matter how much it hurt to hear.

“Shh, I’ve got you. I’m so sorry, moya lyubov.”

Your sobs soon died down with Nat’s help, sobs turning into faint pants with how tired you were and how much energy it had taken out of you. You looked up at her softly, as she smiled down at you.

“I love you, Natty.” You murmured, the words making the assassin’s heart grow fonder for you, if that was ever possible.

“I love you more.”

“Can you stay with me tonight? I can’t sleep without you.”

“Of course. Anything for you.” She leaned over you, bringing the blankets back up and over you, catching a glimpse of some brown fur among the darkness. She knew exactly what it was. She picked up up with the blankets and handed it to you, happiness overtaking her as she saw your eyes light up at the teddy she won for you.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you, Detka.” She pressed a kiss to your temple before settling down, holding you tight in her grasp, refusing to let you go for anything or anyone, not that you were complaining, you’d missed this.

Nothing had to be decided tonight, there was no rush for discussion. Sure, there were still things to talk through and work out, but that can wait. All that mattered right now, was that Natasha was there. She was holding you in her arms and you felt every ounce of love and apology she could give you. And that was enough for now.

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Brother’s Best Friend ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: heyy I’ve recently found your account and I just felt in love with the way you write and with your works so I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is Kelce’s sister, she’s sitting alone at home and suddenly she hears a doorbell ringing, she comes to open the door and that’s Rafe and she says something like “Kelce’s not home” or smth like that and Rafe answers “I actually came to see you” or smth like that. It can be smut or fluff or whatever I don’t really care. Sorry if this is chaotic but I just want the reader to be black and I have bad ideas lmao 😭 sending love ❤️❤️

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Fooling around with your best friend's sister is not a good sign, especially when it involves something more than skinny dipping and drinking alcohol together.

Warnings: Slight smut, mentions of drinking, slight angst, teasing Rafe Cameron

A/N: I'm so close to 700 followers wtf y'all are truly amazing ily! I'm finishing all requests in my inbox for the new few days; thank you to those who put their trust in me to write their ideas <33

(Y/N) could never deny the attraction she felt towards a certain brunette boy with that charming smile.

The feeling evolved for the first time when he came over to her house to see Kelce. He was so polite to her; giving her a turn on passing the ball and scolding Kelce and Topper for not wanting to give her a chance at playing basketball in the swimming pool.

But she was only 8 back then, and she regarded the feeling as nothing more than a silly crush.

Rafe Cameron changed when he entered high school. (Y/N) couldn't explain what was wrong, but he was not her Rafe anymore. He didn't hold the door for her, scold Kelce for making fun of her or do anything that used to make her heart soar.

Her thoughts were disrupted when a fresh blue towel hit her squarely on the face, causing her to yelp in shock.

"Do you wanna come down to the lake with us?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, pulling the towel to her side, and closed her magazine with a snap. Her eyes fell back to the three guys, lingering on the tallest one a little bit too long.

She cleared her throat, "No, I'm tired."

Kelce shrugged, walking towards the entrance of their home from the swimming pool. He didn't feel like having (Y/N) around anyways, because that would mean he would have to protect her from his friends.

Kelce loved his friends, of course, but he also knew the other side of them that uses girls like Kleenex tissue only to throw them away again.

"On a second thought-" (Y/N) said, stopping the three boys from entering the big house. "I think I'll go."

"You sure?" Kelce asked. God. Now he would have to play the big-brother stimulator for the whole night.

The night sky was dark, and the only light came from the moonlight up above and sometimes from the flashlight of each other's phone. Boozes laid messily on the wooden deck and their clothes were discarded all over the place.

Not one person was sober, and they were all laughing to a joke by Topper.

"Okay, okay, last one-" Topper said excitedly. He shivered, and (Y/N) thought about it as a response towards the cold lake water or the excited nerves of sharing another stupid joke. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Easy. To get to the other side," Rafe answered proudly. A beer drop slid down from his lips to his chin, and (Y/N) felt a strong desire to lick it.

"Wrong."

"Okay, fine, I don't know."

Topper smiled widely, and (Y/N) could see this joke coming from a few miles away. "To get to the loser's house. Knock knock."

Rafe pulled a face, his eyebrows raised. "Who's there?"

"The chicken."

Kelce and Topper's laugh filled the silence around them, and (Y/N) found herself slightly smiling at the joke. Rafe groaned, finally understanding the joke and being angry at himself for willingly taking the bait.

"Okay, okay. The joke's over."

Kelce laughed again before taking a full swig of another beer bottle. He stared at the sky, and let out a loud huff.

"Wish we can go up there."

"Me too, man," Topper agreed. He joined Kelce by staring up at the dark sky, both clearly high out of their minds.

"Do you want to?"

(Y/N) looked to her side, not noticing Rafe who had moved from his previous position near Topper to beside her. She quirked her head to one side, her face questioning.

"Go up to the sky," he explained. He watched as she looked up to the sky, her mouth slightly parting. Her chest heaved peacefully, and her wet body donning the lilac bikini never looked so beautiful and perfect.

"Nah. I'm too scared."

"Even when I'll go with you?" he smiled. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, though her heart was soaring brightly; she would never feel scared anymore if he were to be around her all the time.

"Yeah. Even when you’ll go with me. Besides, it's not possible."

"Let people enjoy things," he said, and he was so close to her now because she could smell the coffee mint from his breath. Her heart was beating wildly, though this would be the ten-thousandth time he did this to her.

It never failed to leave her completely breathless.

"You're drooling," he whispered, and used his thumb to wipe her wet lips from the beer. Her breath hitched, and she couldn't utter any words back. She was too mesmerised with the whole situation.

His fingers stopped at her chin, looking into her eyes, and he was petrified too. He leaned in, but before anything could happen, (Y/N) moved away. He cleared his throat, and swam back to the deck.

‘I’m drunk’ was repeated by him all the way to the the place he threw his clothes off, shaking his head at the thought that he was so close to kissing her. He looked back to her direction in the lake, still staring at him. He focused back on the ties of his shorts, and made his way back to the Kelce’s house.

He ignored his best friends calls.

. . .

(Y/N) never really liked school, but she loved the after-activity that she got herself in.

Like cheerleading.

She used to think of the sport as something quirky, but in truth, once she was accepted into the school’s cheerleading team, she had never been more into a sport than before.

She walked down the field to the other side of the track where the other girls were waiting for her. Her training skirt flew slightly from the wind, and she was trying to hold them down all while carrying the water bottle and a duffle bag.

She exchanged a few greetings with her other friends, putting down her duffle bag and her water bottle. The sun was scorching hot, and all she felt like was eating ice cream inside of their boat whilst streaming down the lake, but the last time she had ditched cheer practice, it hadn’t ended well.

“Uh-oh,” someone exclaimed behind her. “Big bro is coming.”

(Y/N) looked up to the field, and sure enough Kelce was running towards her in his jersey. (Y/N) sighed, not knowing what she did now that could earn her a lecture from Kelce.

“Hey, I’m bringing a girl home after practice,” he said. “Would you mind getting a ride with someone else?”

She groaned, “Fuck, Kelce, no. You can tell your new scandal to fuck off because I am not getting an Uber to walk back to home.”

“Look, please? You can ask your friends to give you a ride, right? It’s important,” he begged. His eyes were scanning her friends now, obviously trying to find someone who could help his sister, and when he found one, his smile quirked upwards. “Yo, Sarah! Can you drive (Y/N) home after practice?”

Sarah walked towards them, her blonde hair up in a ponytail. She slung her arms around (Y/N)’s shoulders, noting the exasperated expression on her face, and gave Kelce a glare.

“You should let her drive a car if you’re going to bring a girl home after school,” she said. Kelce groaned, knowing the amount of shit he will be getting from the people around him, but he was truly trying to make it right for this new girl.

“Look, I’ll buy y’all anything for a week. Food? Sure. Clothes? Sure.”

Sarah clapped her hands, seemingly excited, and forced (Y/N) to say yes. She wouldn’t mind driving (Y/N) home, because she wanted to catch up with her about some gossip too.

“Fine. But I’m driving my own car tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” was all he said before he jogged down to the soccer team.

That evening was hell to (Y/N). She couldn’t get the formation right, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, her hair was sticking out weirdly, and worst of all, she couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday’s event.

He was so, so close to her.

“(Y/N), come on! What’s gotten into you? The top part, again!” The coach yelled, slapping her hands against her lap. There were sweat forming on her forehead, and she was obviously hot and bothered from this whole situation.

But sport was sport. The coach wasn’t going to let today’s training to waste, and she intended for the new number to work.

(Y/N) muttered a soft ‘sorry’ before going back to her position, her heart still thumping at the thought. The cheer started, and her mouth was saying the words, but her brain was somewhere else.

The two guys by her side picked her up by her calf, and she felt the wind gushing out from beside her ears. She was high up in the sky now, throwing one arm upwards and balancing herself on one leg, and it was finally time now, to twirl into the two boys’ arms, but she wasn’t ready. Her mouth didn’t utter any words from the cheer, too focused on the step, and before she could jump back into their arms, she felt herself slipping.

“(Y/N)!” The coach yelled, running towards her by the track. Sarah and the other teammates were surrounding her now, watching as she groaned on the ground painfully, holding onto her arms.

“Okay, I take that as the end of today’s training,” the coach said, sighing. “(Y/N), are you okay? Can you walk?”

(Y/N) held her thumbs up, because she had worse injury than this before. Hell, the boxing fight she used to have with Kelce in their childhood was more painful. She sat up from the track, feeling the heat of the ground burning on her bottoms, and stretched her fingers. The pain coursed through her veins at the feeling, but kinda liked it.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Sarah said, helping her up. She groaned when she finally stood on her two feet, feeling so painful all she wanted to do was lay back on the track, but she knew she had to go home.

She allowed Sarah helping her limp towards a black Mercedes, her eyes closed the whole time.

Okay, scratch the fight with Kelce. This one was more painful than ever.

“Can I stay at your house?” She blurted when Sarah drove out of the school gate. “I don’t feel like listening to my mom’s lecture about my leg.”

Sarah glanced at her from the rearview mirror, watching as she spread her leg out the whole backseat. The ice bag someone had gotten her was pressed against her calf, and she was sweating from the heat and trying to contain the pain.

“Yes, of course, that would be better,” Sarah said. She had other plans that evening, but helping (Y/N) overstepped all of them.

“So what’s up with you and John B?”

Sarah turned to look at her fully on her face, furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you know about John B?”

(Y/N) laughed, “The light’s green.” Just on cue, the car behind them horned at Sarah, and she quickly pushed on the pedal.

“How do you know about John B?” Sarah asked, biting her lips. If (Y/N) could find out, she couldn’t imagine what would Rafe do if he finds out.

“God, don’t be worried. I’m not going to tell anyone about this, okay? Just relax. I think it’s cute.”

Sarah’s worried expression softened, “You think so?”

“Yeah. At least you got to be with whoever you want. Some people can’t have that.”

Like her. Kelce would kill her and dump her body in the ocean for the sharks if he ever finds out how much she likes Rafe.

“You’ll find the one soon. How about that guy in your maths class?” The car turned to the right, nearing the destination.

“No. I’m not looking for anyone.”

There’s only one, but Sarah won’t like the answer.

The time was 8.23p.m. now, and (Y/N) had been in Sarah’s room for a total of 3 hours. After catching up on new gossips, watched a movie, did her English essay, she felt extremely dehydrated.

Sarah was sleeping peacefully beside her, being so tired after the practice and school, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like waking her up. She have been to The Camerons household, but that was only for Sarah’s birthday party a few years back.

She sighed, getting up from the bed to find the kitchen. The house was like a maze, and she wished they had some kind of a map to browse through.

Alas, she found the kitchen, her muscles screaming from all the wrong turns she took before. She knew where the plastic cups and plates were situated, having to help Sarah get them during her birthday party, so she didn’t have any trouble getting some.

She drank the cold water quickly, feeling the liquid sloshing down her throat. The feeling was so, so good that she wished she could go through it again.

“I do not know where your sister is, Kelce,” a voice sighed not far from the kitchen. “I told you you shouldn’t bring that girl home and just drive (Y/N) home yourself.”

The voice, unmistakably Rafe, was getting nearer and nearer. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, trying to find an empty space to hide in, but there were none. She panicked, still looking for a way out that she didn’t notice the tall figure behind her.

“Oh. Found you.”

His hair was dishevelled and wet, his chest heaving and he was shirtless.

What a nice way to bump onto each other.

“Take a picture,” he started, shutting his phone off and placing them in his shorts. “It’ll last longer that way.”

Now we’re talking about the new Rafe.

(Y/N) scoffed, pushing him away and making a disgusted face at his sweat sticking on her arms. “I’m here for Sarah.”

“Why? Did she die or something?”

God. He really is insufferable.

She made to push him away to return to Sarah’s room, only for him to grab her by her waist.

“Move.” Her tone was stern, but her stomach was flipping wildly. She tried to not look so bothered, but failed miserably.

Rafe seemed to notice her behaviour because he didn’t let go of her. “Come on, where’s the fun in that?”

She was on the same level as his neck now, and he could still smell his expensive cologne even after he swam in the swimming pool. She sighed, placing her hands against his chest.

“Move.”

Rafe laughed, putting his hands up in defeat, and went to grab the same glass she was drinking from. He refilled the glass and downed the content, and (Y/N) had to look away from the innocent move.

Maybe he was just saving water by not using a different cup.

“Do you need help to return to Sarah’s room or something?”

“No, I’m fine,” she refused, and made sure he could see her fake annoyed expression before she returned to the hall she came from. But there were 2 halls now, and she completely forgot which one she had been before.

“Really?” Rafe stood beside her, and she looked up to his amused face. “Because you’re in the wrong hall. It’s the other exit of the kitchen, darling.”

. . .

Why couldn’t she not see his face every single day?

It was truly troubling her, to see that boy everyday, because she couldn’t think properly every time.

The lights from the stadium blared widely, and the deafening screaming coming from both teams’ supporters rang throughout the whole field. (Y/N) was sure the whole island could hear them too.

Two things happened earlier than evening. Number one, her skirt wasn’t completely dried after being sent off to the laundry for a week, and her hair wasn’t just cooperating.

So here she was; in a shorter uniform skirt, her hair hung up into a ponytail with lots of hairspray. She wished for nothing but to be all cuddled up with her blanket in her room.

“You’re okay?” Sarah asked. She fixed (Y/N)’s lips gently, getting the lipstick and lipliner even, and gave her a kiss on the cheeks. “Don’t worry about the skirt. It looks normal.”

For a little girl.

(Y/N) sighed and involuntarily pulled down the hem of her skirt. Ten minutes from the game now, and she was nervous she would flash everyone on the school compound.

In the locker room, Rafe was sitting right next to Kelce as his best friend prayed for a win tonight. He was never that religious, and he didn’t feel the need to mutter a prayer to anyone. But tonight, he listened intently to whatever Kelce was saying because he needed to win this cup more than anything in the world.

“You’re okay?” The coach asked, patting him on the shoulder.

“Yeah. Just nervous.”

“Don’t be, you’re the Star Player. Right?”

The Star Player.

Rafe gave him a smile, and went back to his praying.

When he first entered the field to meet the rival team, his eyes couldn’t help but scanned the bleachers to find his dad. Ward wasn’t there, but Rose and Wheezie were cheering for him.

Of course.

He sighed, and went straight to the middle of the field. It’s funny how everyone was there to support him, Rafe, the Star Player, the jock, the whatever else people were saying about him.

He just wanted Ward to see him.

“Come on, man, it’s fine,” Topper said, patting his back. “He’ll come later.”

Even his friends could see how miserable he was feeling.

The first match of the game went smoothly; he scored a try goal, everyone was cheering loudly, but it was just then that one of the opponents came knocking Rafe by his side.

Rafe fell to the ground with a loud thud, earning so many gasps from the stand.

“What the fuck?!” Topper pushed whoever responsible for his fall, and the sound of a whistle rang throughout the air. “He pushed him for nothing! You saw it, fuck!”

Rafe groaned on the ground, clutching onto his arms, and he tried to spread his fingers, but couldn’t. His other teammates were surrounding him now, trying to get a good look of him, all while Topper and Kelce and another friend of his went off to the referee.

Rafe put his other hand up, trying to sit up. “I’m fine, I’m fine! Move!”

The other members scattered away, sighing in relief when Rafe came back to his legs. The referee, still getting yelled at by Topper, shook his head at something he said, and before anyone could process what happened, Topper tackled the opponent who had pushed Rafe down to the ground.

Kelce pulled Topper away after a few long seconds, telling him to stop. But one thing about Topper is that he just won’t stop.

“Stupid fuck!” He yelled, throwing another punch.

“Topper, stop, they’re going to throw you off the field!” Kelce yelled. Finally, he separated them away after the opponent’s friend pulled his injured friend away.

The referee, expectedly, pulled a red card to Topper, earning a groan coming from their coach and the stand. Rafe cursed, knowing that Topper’s one of their strongest member. He watched as Topper tried to argue with the referee, but it was no use.

“It’s okay,” Kelce said, patting his back as he made his way back to the bench. “Relax, bro, okay?” Topper calmed down after the coach said something to him, but Rafe could clearly see the distress written on his face.

“You’re okay?” Kelce asked, pointing to his arms.

Rafe could move his muscles now though he could feel the sharp pain from doing so. But he was too content on winning this game.

(Y/N) watched as the second match unfold, her teeth biting into her lips in fear. She didn’t feel like having the next week full of gloomy students and disappointed teachers, so she wanted the cup as much as everyone else.

Rafe was fast, throwing the ball smoothly back and forth with Kelce and his other friends, but it was apparent that the Star Player wasn’t feeling like himself.

It might be the arm, or the fact that Ward Cameron was too busy with his work to see his son playing.

37 minutes had passed, and the other team was leading. They only had 3 minutes left, and with the team being so drained out and their captain with a broken arm, it was clear who was winning.

The whistle blared through the field again, noting the end of the match. As the other team supporters cheered happily the other side of the stands muttered silently to each other about the game.

(Y/N) watched as Rafe yelled something at his teammates angrily before storming off to the locker room. He winced in pain, holding his arm for support, and ignored every calls from his friends as he made his way to the empty room.

Looking around quickly, she muttered a ‘be right back’ to Sarah, and quickly followed Rafe into the locker room. She wanted to see if he was okay, and if he needed help with his arm.

In truth, she just wanted to be there for him.

“Hey,” she slowly said, and Rafe’s head perked up to see her before he looked down to the ground again.

“What do you want?”

She felt a struck of pain across her heart at his tone, but decided against it. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I was just trying to see if you need anything,” she said, and when his eyes finally looked up to her again, she unconsciously pulled her skirt down again.

“Yeah? I don’t need anything. Go!”

“Wow, you’re a dick,” she scoffed, and before Rafe could mutter anything back, she exited the locker room and straight to the cheer team. She felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment all at once, because God, Rafe Cameron did not just yell at her for trying to be nice.

She should’ve known better than to be ‘nice’ to him. He wasn’t the same 8 year old she met 10 years ago.

. . .

A week had passed from the game, and everything went back to normal.

Except for one person.

Rafe didn’t come to school the next Monday, not that (Y/N) wanted to see him after getting yelled at, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

He didn’t just broke his arm; his father also chose not to attend his game.

It was finally Friday, and (Y/N) was too happy to stay home and continue watching Love Island. Life is better when you are focused on someone else’s relationship other than yours.

She was rolling in her bed, casually smiling at the cheesy joke made by one of the contestant, and before she could hear the reply towards the joke, the doorbell blared throughout the house.

(Y/N) groaned, thinking how Kelce must’ve forgotten his keys again, and waited a few more minutes so that he would just leave her alone and go to that stupid prick, Rafe Cameron’s house.

But the doorbell rang again, and she had no choice but to open the door. She was all alone in the big house, having both her parents still working and her maids having the day off.

But when she opened the door, the boy standing before her was the last person she wanted to see.

“Hi,” Rafe said.

“Kelce’s not here,” she mumbled, and pushed the door close. Rafe’s quickly put his hands to block the door from closing, and (Y/N) pulled away after deciding not to crush his other only working hands.

“What?” She asked, in the same tone that he had given her in the locker room. She felt good when his eyebrows were raised.

“I’m here for you.”

“Why? Did I die or something?” Bingo.

“God, you’re impossible,” Rafe sighed. “Can I talk to you? Just us two?”

(Y/N) sighed, wanting to get this done, and opened the door wider to grant him into her home. (Y/N) closed the door and pressed her back against it, crossing her arms.

“Okay. Talk.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” He said. “I was just so angry with everything. I was pushed and Topper received a red card because of me—”

“You didn’t do anything, Rafe.”

“Yeah, but he was just trying to protect me. And, and I was just so mad at myself because I couldn’t play properly like I usually play. I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean it.”

(Y/N) sighed, “It’s okay. I’m over it.”

“Really?” He stepped closer, and this time, (Y/N) allowed him. “Thank you so much!”

He pulled her into a crushing hug, and before she could put her mind into it, he lifted her up and spin her around.

“Okay, okay, now you’re just pushing it,” she groaned, hitting him on his chest. “Put me down, Rafe, I swear to god.”

Rafe put her down, his face shining happily. They were close again, like that time in the lake, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like pushing him away again.

Because maybe, that 8 year old him was somewhere in there.

“Uh—” he looked away, scratching the back of his head. “Do you wanna. . . watch Netflix?”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, “I was watching Love Island. Wanna watch with me?”

Rafe nodded, anything to get closer with this girl, and followed her upstairs to her room. The first time he entered her room was 9 years ago, and it was only because Topper and Kelce had pranked him into thinking that her room was the gaming room.

“What are you doing?” The girl before him yelled, and before he could explain how he was lied to, she threw a pink hairbrush at him. He groaned from the pain, rubbing his head.

“I’m sorry, I thought this was the gaming room!”

“Out!” She yelled, and he quickly obliged.

Her room was still pink, but it was now filled with so many books, clothes and makeups instead of the dollhouse and toys he saw a few years ago.

“Is this the pink hairbrush you threw at me?” He laughed, holding the pink tool. (Y/N) snatched the hairbrush, embarrassed, and quickly stuffed them into the drawers.

He placed himself beside her on her bed, watching her as she resumed the video. He focused on the show, trying to find at least something interesting from the show, but there was nothing.

2 episodes later, he was too into the show that he pressed on the stop button before they could continue on the next episode.

“I wish they would just communicate,” he said. “Like the whole show’s pointless. They didn’t try to talk to each other about their problems.”

“Yeah, that’s what makes the show interesting, Rafe,” she said as if that was a fact, “And besides, if they communicate, everyone will win the show.”

“Then that’s just good. A win-win situation.”

“You don’t get it,” she groaned, looking into his face. “There’s no use in fighting with you about this.”

She pressed on the resume button again, and instantly, Rafe pressed on the stop button.

“Rafe, I will—”

“You still haven’t apologised for throwing the hairbrush at me.”

She widened her eyes, “That was 9 years ago.”

“And?”

“Fine,” she placed her laptop aside, and turned to fully look him in the face. “Sorry.”

“Not sincere enough.”

She groaned, “Rafe, I am terribly sorry for throwing my pink hairbrush at you. I am so sorry that it hit your face and be the reason why you’re still holding vengeance at someone.”

“I’m not talking about that kind of sorry.”

“Fuck, you’re annoying,” she said. “I’m not going to bow down to you or anything.”

“Just a kiss.”

She looked at him back, her heart stopping at his words. “No.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because you’re Rafe?”

“Rafe? Okay, fine. I’m not Rafe. I’m Rafael.”

“Okay, it’s still a no. You’re Kelce’s best friend.”

“Didn’t you kiss Topper last year?”

“That was a dare—” she sighed. “And it didn’t mean anything.”

“Exactly. This won’t mean anything. This is just a sorry.”

It would mean everything to her to place her lips against his.

“This is sexual harassment.”

“Not if you want it too,” he said, and leaned closer to her. “And you do want it, right? I can see it in your eyes.”

She didn’t know why God would put her and Rafe in this damn position over and over again, because it wasn’t helping her to get over him.

She looked down to his lips, and how it was so inviting, and she wanted more than anything to kiss him, to finally give herself to him, but she was afraid.

“Rafe—”

“Shut up,” he cut her off, and pressed himself against her. Their kiss was slow and passionate, none like neither (Y/N) or Rafe had experienced before. Her hands found themselves wrapping around Rafe’s neck, pulling him closer.

He pulled away, grinning. “I thought you didn’t want this.”

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, and pulled him in for another kiss again.

He pushed her down onto the bed gently, still kissing her, and his hands were roaming down her body. She was so, so perfect and every time he saw her, he would have to look away to stop the unwanted thoughts forming in his head.

During the game last Friday, he had to pinch himself from staring at her legs in that goddamn skirt for too long.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered, and she hummed in response before pushing him over so she could take control. She sat on top of him, grinning widely. She was in heaven; seeing him all worked up under her with his chest heaving.

“You would be surprised at the amount of times I imagined myself on top of you like this,” she said, placing her hands flat on top of his chest.

Rafe grinned back, trying to contain his feelings. “Yeah? Wanna show what else you’ve been imagining?”

She leaned closer, making sure to brush her bottom against him and hearing his soft groans. She placed a soft kiss against his cheek, and whispered into his ear.

“Would rather have you show what you’ve been dreaming of me.”

Rafe licked his lips, loving this side of her, and he wanted more than anything to make her his. She looked so innocent sitting there on top of him, smiling and biting her lips.

Before he could touch her in ways he never did to a girl before, a voice rang from outside the room.

“(Y/N)? Have you seen Rafe? I saw his car outside,” the voice said. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. “You’re okay? I’m coming in, okay?”

“No, no, wait!” (Y/N) shouted, scrambling from her position on top of Rafe as he quickly pulled her up, but it was too late.

Kelce saw them in the midst of trying to get away, with his sister’s leg on one side of his best friend and his best friend’s hands still around his sister’s waist.

“What. The. Fuck.”

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[jiminrings]

i just reread ll (after seeing that yoongi pic on twt..... loml) AND UGH IM SO MAD AT THAT FIGHT WHY DID HE SAY THAT AND OH MY GOD WHERE IS OC SLEEPING OMG DID SHE STAY THE NIGHT AT TAEHYUNGS (not like that ..... nasties 😑) WHATS GOING ON. WHAT IS JUNGKOOK GONNA DO WHEN YOONGI OR SEOKJIN FIND HIM WHAT IF YOONGI KILLS HIM OR SMTH

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

you leave jungkook alone in your dorm after a fight — but at the same time, he gets left alone with yoongi and jin, who still aren't sure what to think of him especially now

aka part two of the ll couple's first fight

"i think i'm gonna crash."

seokjin yawns and says out loud without the knowledge that he's speaking out loud, his hands fumbling for the dorm keys amongst the numerous keychains he has a knack for collecting

"you drank one cup of coffee, jin," yoongi snorts because as far as he recalls two hours ago, jin even made him drink his remaining coffee because he couldn't take any more

yeah well sCREW jin for trying to stay awake the whole day alright!!!! he made a roadtrip out of scouring each individual part he wanted to add to his fancy PC setup he's been saving a pretty penny for

he doesn't say it at all but yoongi carries immense happiness in tagging along with errands even if it serves him no purpose <3 sometimes he just likes being a keychain to his best friends and he's happy!!

"yeah, hot coffee — the worst," jin elaborates his dislike for hot coffee even if both you and yoongi heard it a hundred times before

he's noisily trying to find the right key and he's surprised you haven't woken up and just oPENED the door for them, but he's cluelessly and thoroughly entertaining yoongi aka the guy who hAS his own key yet refuses to use just so that he could see his friend suffering some more

at this point, your neighbors probably think you’re getting robbed but thankfully jin finally manages to put in the right key, a satisfactory sigh leaving him when it finally clicks and turns the right way

the dorm is dark and noT dim like what they’re used to, probably something to be blamed to the hellfire of rain that’s going on outside

jin’s carelessly removing his shoes by his own feet, only stopping when yoongi harshly pinches him on the side before he does it to himselF on the inside of his arm

“ow! what was-��

he soothes the sore spot on his side because yoongi can reallyyyyyy put his two fingers close without pinching and therefore make it hurt even more, eyes all around the place before it stops on a familiar figure

a familiar figure, sure. welcome? not exactly.

"huh. you're still here? are you staying the night?"

seokjin asks out loud to jungkook who’s standing by himself beside the couch with his hands bunched, worried eyes fixed on them

"where's y/n?"

yoongi asks and it’s made evident how the both of them have different intentions to acquire for, but they all boil down to you nonetheless

jungkook’s throat dries because it hasn’t even been an hour that he’s left alone in yoor dorm, not expecting it either that your two friends would come home this quick

"that's the thing,” he mumbles and yoongi picks it up first, slithering around jin to confirm if he’s really hearing jungkook

what does he mEAN that’s the thing???

"y/n left."

jungkook’s with the two of them now but oddly enough, he doesn’t feel cornered even if the two of them are positioned as if they’re trapping him

he feels more alone than he is cornered, fresh tears stinging at the back of his eyes that he doesn’t want to show yoongi nor jin

"what did you just say?" yoongi asks more in confusion than in disbelief, narrowing his eyes at your boyfriend

"why would she leave at this hour and at this weather? not to mention, leave you alone with us."

jin raises a valid point to put into everyone’s head how bizarre the situation is and not to spook jungkook out, but it sounds like the latter to him which is why he snorts at the startled look

"calm down, kid. we're not gonna rough you up if that's what you're thinking," he reminds him because they’re not tHAT unhinged when it comes to you, walking to the refrigerator to down the nearest water bottle, ".... not unless??"

he still carries a playful edge to him because as much as he’s worried about you, atleast one of the three of them in this room should be far from having a breakdown to level the others

yoongi’s not done with his questioning streak because he presses further, sitting at the couch in your exact seat that makes jungkook gulp

god it’s now just hitting him that you left

"why did she leave?"

"w-we fought."

there’s slight hesitance in his tone because he’s not exactly surE if he should be telling that he fought with you to your friends, but he sets aside the possible consequences because after all, it’s you that they’re conversing about

yoongi nods to himself, having a hunch that the both of you must’ve fought and when he looks up at him, he only belatedly realizes that your boyfriend’s now blonde

"what did you do?"

he goes straight for it, startling jungkook

he’s not necessarily offended that yoongi asked him what he did because if you ask him, this is really aLL his fault

"i-i'll get to that but uh shouldn't we look for y/n first?"

...

..... okay that was understandable

yoongi knows where he’s coming from, nodding to acknowledge him

"not the first time this happened," he admits quietly and that leaves jungkook speechless, watching him intently which is why it made sense that yoongi’s not out of his mind panicking just like he is, "y/n left the dorm when she and seokjin fought."

yoongi says it even quieter and jungkook gets why, because as low as his mumble went, seokjin still managed to hear it

it must’ve been a sore spot that jin doesn’t want to tell him all about, atleast right now, because he looks down to his feet as if he’s been burnt

"it was a serious fight, but it was long ago,” he mumbles under his breath and the reminder of their fight which he’s tried to bury in the back of his head throws him off his feet slightly, “she doesn't really leave when it's just a petty fight or something."

yoongi somberly smiles at jin as some sort of apology for bringing it up, not wanting to put salt on the wounds as he just redirects his attention to jungkook

"i'm asking you for the last time, jungkook — what did you do?"

there’s no direct pressure behind his words but the three of them know that it would drastically help if he just said so

there’s no moral compass that he tries to steer because he himself wants to tell yoongi and jin, even if it means having to put the little respect and love they have for him on the line

jungkook doesn’t sugarcoat and retells all the way from what happened with the hoseok situation until he finishes with what happened merely an hour ago, almost scared to look up at the both of them

jin humorlessly chuckles and shakes his head to himself, still perched against the kitchen counter

"low fucking blow, kid."

surprisingly, yoongi became the lenient one

jungkook’s head aches because the two of them switched attitudes in a matter of minutes!!!! jin is the one that sounds like he hates being in the same room as him and yoongi is the one that tolerates hin generally

he could oNLY assume that the retelling of the events must’ve hit jin one way or another, somehow connected to what the two of you fought about long ago

yoongi takes the liberty to speak after jin’s remark, nudging jungkook by the knee to sit beside him

"y/n's hurt, of course, because as much as she had flings and casual fucks and whatnot," he trails around but doesn’t look to jungkook who’s wide-eyed thy he’s even letting him sit beside him, “you're her first boyfriend."

...

....

...... what

“i am?”

jungkook asks in confusion and the regret creeps up to him not a second later, the ringing in his ears blocking out the rain and even jin’s announcement that he’ll call you

he nods and kook knows that he’s not only saying this to pull at his tail, simply because he’s aware that yoongi doesn’t joke around with him

with jin entering his room to call you, that leaves him alone with yoongi and it barely registers in his head that this is the first time it’s only the two of them after that time when he threatened to give him a knuckle sandwich and the sort

"was starting to entertain and like the idea of you in y/n's life — our lives, y'know?"

yoongi initiates conversation and kook gets startled even more, tripping over his words because he can’t grasp at the situation fully

"i'm sorry, yoongi. i-i really am."

"hate to say this but," he clicks the roof of his mouth with his tongue, fiddling with his bracelets, "i know you are."

???

jungkook’s confusion at your friend’s words is what distracts him from his remorse, not believing his ears

yoongi believes him??? he knOws that he actually feels sorry for having done what he did??

"y/n doesn't like being accused, i think no one really does," he starts off carefully, “it's not my story to tell but it's for you to understand that y/n, y'know...."

jungkook swallows the lump on his throat for whatever yoongi’s gonna say next, a furrow in his brow as he chooses his words

“she doesn't come from a past wherein assurance is at face value,” he clears his throat, "that's all i can tell you."

jungkook nods and he tries to contain his thoughts because he doesn’t want to assume. he’s only gonna take what you give and he’ll willingly wait for that time you tell him all about his past

he does have a clue about your family because he asked that one time if he’d be meeting your parents because you’re a senior and you’re graduating soon, but you only shaked your head no and said “yoongs and jin are enough” for your ceremony

yoongi feels sorry, but he’s not sure for who :(

all he knows is that his heart aches, even if it’s for the boy in front of him that he swore he’d hate, but is now unconsciously worming his way into his heart

he’s no stranger to what jungkook feels because he felt the same type of territoriality and the insecurity that came along with it — the one he used to have over you, in that platonic soulmate sense he didn’t realize at the time

"it's not my place to tell you either, but sooner or later, insecurity will consume you, jungkook."

the guy in question nods eagerly because yoongi manages to address the struggle he has in his mind, acknowledging the issue at-hand fully

"y/n can't baby you forever,” yoongi sighs, “but you can't be ditched whenever she feels like it either."

:O

did...

did yoongi just take his side.....

jungkook kNOWS in the back of his head that yoongi’s neutral, but it all just registers in his head that for the first time, yoongi’s on his side, even in a sense

"talk it out. just sleep in her room for the meantime. fix it in the morning,” he starts to gather himself to stand, pausing to look at jungkook in the eye, "i'd hate to see my soulmate hurting."

the thing is, jungkook knows that yoongi’s your soulmate :-)

you told him that once and as much as you explained that it was only platonic, jungkook quickly understood it, much to your surprise

he knows he doesn’t know the entirety of you, but he knows that when he looks at yoongi, he’s looking at you too :)

yoongi gives him the ghost of a smile, making jungkook blink twice

"sooner or later, the two of us need to talk."

jungkook’s contented with that, smiling back at him

"good night, yoongi."

"good night, jungkook."

( ♡ )

ok.,.,.

“don’t come home, it’s pouring. or go back to your dorm, whatever. i don’t care.”

okay you dO in fact care!!!

it’s been more or less two hours since you left the dorm and you know this because jungkook’s been texting you without fail, only stopping twenty minutes ago that makes you look at the time

it’s 11 o’clock :O

either he’s asleep like he usually would be at this time, or he walked home

in fact, you don’t even know if jungkook is still at your dorm

your phone rings all of a sudden that it makes you flinch, scrambling to see who it was and you don’t know if it’s disappointment or relief coating you when you saw that it was jin

"and where is my favorite girl at this time of the night?"

you could only chuckle as you share a glance with the person whose dorm you crashed in, sending an eager greeting with his mouth full

"i'm at taehyung's. we're eating brownies right now."

when you knocked on tae’s door just two hours ago, the only thing he greeted you with was with a towel!!

he didn’t ask why you’re practically soaked in front of his doorstep because for whatever it is, it must probably be in good reason

truth be told, you didn’t even knOw where you were supposed to go but then tae popped into your head as the only sane person you know that would let you in at this time of the night without prior notice

it was a simple “jungkook and i fought.” to which he only nodded to, turned on the tv for you, and started baking brownies

"mhmm. what kind?"

you chew on the chocolate fudge, slightly chuckling at what jin’s insinuating

"the kind that doesn't leave you disoriented."

he hums at that and you could picture him swiveling on his gaming chair he bought just a week ago, his phone tucked to his ear closely

"the same kind that makes you able enough to come home tonight?"

"yeah,” you breathlessly agree, fiddling with the matching bracelet you have with jungkook, “same kind."

you could only assume now that they've seen jungkook and he's still saying there, all alone but with them

your heart warms at the thought that indirectly, jin’s making you come home to reunite you with jungkook, knowing that there’s an impending conversation sooner or later

"want me to pick you up? you'll get a cold."

"i'll borrow tae's umbrella. i'll come home when we finish the brownies."

the both of you know that it’s code for you just wanting a little more time before you come back, and also because you really wanna dO finish the brownies that tae warmly made for yoy

"mkay," jin smiled at your response, "i'll lock the door but just send me a text and i'll open it for you."

"won't you be sleeping?"

"i'll stay up. i'm not sleepy."

jin replies just as quick, a complete 180 to what he said when he initially came home that he wanted to crash because of the hot coffee he drank

you wordlessly thank him and he acknowledges it, happy to atleast know that you heeded his concern for you to come home tonight

"get home safe. love you."

it’s not only minutes later than you thank taehyung immensely and promise to take him to the aquarium as your thanks, finding yourself in your dorm that seokjin ushers you into with a peck on your head

you rush to your room and you’re greeted with the airconditioning turned on, seeing a lump beneath your comforter that you automatically know it’s jungkook sleeping

you're still damp from the rain but you change quickly to the first set of clothes you can grab from your drawers, not wasting a second longer

you sneak into your own bed, the same one that’s carrying jungkook

his sleep hasn’t even been the deepest and the moment he feels a shuffle beside him, he’s woken up immediately

“i’m here.”

jungkook realizes it’s you with the way your voice is soft and the way you hold his arm when you climb into the covers, wordlessly embracing him from behind

"i'm sorry. it's all my fault,” he says sincerely as he turns his body so he could face you, caging you in with his arm

"i'm sorry i stormed out on you."

he feels you nuzzle to the crook of his neck and it calms him down, the familiar scent of you enough to make his eyes close without fear

it only hits you now that this is the first time the two of you cuddle, much less share a bed

"love you."

it’s barely audible but it leaves you nonetheless, not expecting a reply in return but you get one anyways from a sleepy yet overwhelmingly-content jungkook

"i love you the most."

.

.

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as always, lmk what you think!! i love answering asks :D what do you want to see from the lunchbox lovers next? send them here <3

[sugamamacustard]

Double Trouble

Pairing:  Alpha! Osamu Miya x Reader, Alpha! Atsumu Miya x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff, I’m not including this as ‘inc*st’ since the twins aren’t in love with each other, just you, but I don’t know. 

Request:  I was wondering if you could write somethin about inarizakis little omega and the pack... maybe smth including the twins if that’s ok!! .

Summary:  Inarizaki is known for many things above the surface, but only few know what great treasure lies deep within the pack. 

Author’s Note: Cliché title is cliché. I also wasn’t sure if you wanted poly or not, but I went Poly. 

Requests: Open!

Osamu & Atsumu Miya

➵  You weren’t sure how you got into the pack, in all honesty.

➵   You weren’t the manager, god no, you didn’t know a thing about volleyball.

➵   You didn’t know the coach at all. 

➵   You didn’t know the head alpha, Kita.

➵   You barely knew the other commanding alpha, Atsumu.

➵   The only one you really knew was Osamu. The only reason you knew him though was because he was in your Home economics class. You both were in the cooking portion of the class and paired up for a kitchen. 

➵   To be fair though, you and Osamu became very close very quickly. 

➵   He’d be preparing the beginnings of a ‘main course’ while you boiled milk for the milk cake for dessert (Is my home ec. class the only one that makes us do this?)

➵   It was then when he would babble on about volleyball and all the stupid shit his team did. You would listen and offer a third party opinion, calling him out if he was an asshole, explaining actions from another point of view, or even encouraging his actions to his brother’s own misbehavior. 

➵  But eventually he began to ask you to hang around for volleyball practice. 

➵ Perhaps that was when you began to be welcomed into the pack.

➵ You were introduced one practice, and by the fifth time around Kita was scenting you when he was off the court. 

➵ It was more or less a gradual thing but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

➵ You could confidently say that you were happy in the pack. 

➵ You felt like you belonged. 

➵ And the pack reciprocated ten fold. 

➵ Especially Osamu, and as surprisingly enough, Atsumu.

➵ When problems arose in your life these two were the first in line to help you out.

➵ Forget lunch? 

➵ Osamu and Atsumu are fighting over whose paying for your lunch from the cafeteria.

➵ Stressed about an upcoming test?

➵ Osamu is helping you study because, let’s face it, Atsumu is dumb as a brick.

➵ He’s moral support though!

➵ An alpha cornering you and just not getting the hint?

➵ Their tall, intimidating, and even worse when their together. But you bet your ass, their both glowering down at the scum bag alpha. 

➵ You kinda wished they were with you right now. 

➵ Or Kita or Suna or Aran. Anyone from the pack. Someone who’s bigger than you and has a higher status than you

➵ The smell that surrounded you was gut-wrenching and made you, and your omega, want to throw up 

➵ You couldn’t even describe it. It was just gross. 

➵ The arm that was settled on the locker beside you felt too close. Too warm. Too- Too much. 

➵ You wanted to chirp so, so badly, but no one was nearby to hear you. 

➵ The water bottles you were filling-- or were supposed to be filling-- were knocked over by your feet. 

➵ The Inarizaki manager was god knows where (You knew. She was flirting with Oikawa) so you were doing a favor for the pack. Funnily enough, you were in the pack and she wasn’t.

➵ “I don’t get why your with Inarizaki. Too many knot-headed alphas.” The beta hummed, running a finger along your chin. 

➵ “Get-Get away from me! I’m not interested!”  You cried, trying to push away the far bigger male.

➵ He purred, which was loud and gross, and sounded like a sputtering motorcycle. 

➵ In that moment you couldn’t help but think of the Miya twins, your omega immediately begging for them to show up.

➵ You found yourself thinking of the same thing, begging for them in your head and letting out a chirp unconsciously. 

➵ It was loud and echoed off the hallways but you were uncertain if it hit the gym.

➵ And judging by how the Beta reacted, he knew you were uncertain.

➵ Another hand was slammed against your head, making your yelp as your tried curling in on yourself. 

➵ “Omega suddenly wants to get loud, huh? Maybe I should put your mouth to better use before the game-”

➵ “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, ‘ey ‘Samu?” 

➵ “Not at all, ‘Tsumu.” 

➵ You wanted to cry at the familiar voices.  You did, on a whim, shout a greeting. “Alphas!” 

➵ The beta staggered with his stance giving you the opportunity to run into Osamu’s arms. He purred and scented you while Atsumu made his way to the Beta. You didn’t see what he did, as Osamu was turning you away. 

➵ He covered your ears and led you to the gym, when you questioned him he only chuckled.

➵ “You think their gonna say anything with me and ‘Tsumu nearby?” 

➵ A hand settled on your shoulder as a peck was pressed to your cheek. Blond hair tickled your cheek before disappearing. 

➵ “After all, ‘Samu and I have to take care of our omega now.” Atsumu chuckled, leading you to the bench right after. 

➵ Kita made sure you were okay, doing a thorough check through for both you and Atsumu, before allowing you to sit on the bench. 

➵ When you asked why you were hear instead of the manager, Atsumu and Osamu chuckled.

➵ “Pack omegas will always come before managers- Oops, let me rephrase. Ex-managers.”