#it's just SO on the nose i feel like im being pranked when i watch it

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summary- you and chris have never gotten along, despite your close relationship with his two brothers. you find out that’s he’s been messing with your love life behind your back, and all hell breaks loose. you both exchange many hurtful pranks, until you take it too far and chris shows up at your place

warnings- SMUT W/ A PLOT (enemies to lovers), virgin!reader x playboy!chris, cursing, you know the drill

a/n: it’s been forever, but i have returned!! thank you for waiting and i truly hope this makes up for my absence. to the nonnie who requested this im praying it meets expectations lol. my inbox is always open for reqs, comments, sweet nothings, etc <3

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your sniffles fill the living room, a pathetic sound that continues as you wipe at your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie. well, it’s actually nick’s sweatshirt, and even though you’re getting your makeup all over it, he feels so terrible that he doesn’t mind.

“i don’t understand, you guys. why would he blow me off after we already went on three really good dates?” you question, voice cracking in hurt.

nick shakes his head solemnly, rubbing your arm to try and console you. “because he’s a fucking loser. i know it sucks, but i promise you this is for the best. now you don’t have to waste any more time on that dick.”

you just sigh. he’s right, but that doesn’t make you feel any less embarrassed. being stood up is a hit to the self-esteem, especially when you get all dressed up to wait around outside the restaurant like an idiot and have your best friends pick you up an hour later.

and after years of being on the sidelines, of watching everyone around you date and fall in love, you have to admit that you really thought something was growing. you thought it was your turn.

meeting wes was like a breath of fresh air, and after a few very promising initial hangouts, you figured this might finally be it. a cute guy with similar interests who actually seemed to like you.

but you suppose you guessed wrong.

“he was so sweet though, and that’s why i’m confused. the guy i thought that i was going out with would have never done that.” you reason, more with yourself than with him.

matt huffs from the other side of you, pushing his hair back on his forehead. “don’t cut him any slack. if he was even halfway decent he would’ve been open and communicated with you.”

another truth bomb that only further ruptures your heart. you know they’re trying to help, even though nothing about this is making you feel any better.

the whole thing is a disaster, though you should have known better. your entire love life has always been a mess. but each time you meet someone new and start to fall, you’re hopeful that it’ll be different.

“i just want to know what i did.” you mutter, sniffling again to try and stop your runny nose.

before either of them can respond, a loud bang erupts out from the kitchen and infiltrates the moment. you flinch, snapping your head in the direction of the noise just to meet a pair of icy eyes.

it’s chris, because of course he has to see you like this, at your literal lowest point. he’s got a small pot in hand as he stares you down, somehow managing to look both annoyed and indifferent at the same time.

“what are you whining about this time?” he asks, turning his back to you so he can set the pot on the stove and switch on the burner.

“be nice, chris. she’s having a rough night.” nick tells his brother, who doesn’t heed the warning in the slightest.

instead he just spins around to face the three of you once more, a small (but still smug) smile lighting up his face.

“oh, you had a date with that idiot wesley didn’t you? how did it go?”

chris poses it as a question, but you see right through him. his sarcastic tone indicates that he already knows how it went, considering your mascara is streaked under your bloodshot eyes and you’re in nick’s clothes rather than your own outfit.

but still, you find yourself giving him an answer, though it’s followed up by an interrogation of your own. “he didn’t show. you happen to know anything about that?”

he shrugs, reaching to open the pantry and grab some pasta. “nope.”

“bullshit.”

it flies out of your mouth before you truly think about it, but you’re kind of happy you spoke up for once. you know he’s hiding something, and you deserve the whole truth.

“what is that supposed to mean?” he narrows his eyes, like he’s challenging you to say more.

“it means you’re lying right to my face. what did you do?” you question further, even though you’re not entirely sure you want the answer.

chris gnaws on his cheek, trying to decide how much to tell you. and then he remembers that his brothers are in the room, and that he’d never be caught dead admitting to any sort of vulnerability, so his mouth starts running without a second thought.

“oh, that? yeah, i ran into wes the other day at the gym.” he shrugs simply, like that explains it all.

you rise to your feet, legs far ahead of your brain as you charge in his direction. “what the fuck did you say, chris?”

he’s surprised by your temper considering you’re usually so mild-mannered, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to stand down. instead, he straightens to puff his chest out, crossing his arms in a defensive stance.

“i told him the truth. that you’re a prude, and that you’ll never let him hit no matter how many amazing dates you go on.”

your mouth falls open and you stop in your tracks, just a few feet from him now. there’s no softness in his eyes; he’s completely shut down, focused on upholding the facade.

never in a million years did you expect him to throw your inexperience back at you as an insult, no matter how much you both disliked each other.

you’re pretty sure you hear both matt and nick gasp lightly from the living room, completely taken aback by their brothers brazenness. you can’t blame them. you’re almost not sure how to react, or what to say. almost.

“you’re gonna regret the day you ever fucked with me, christopher sturniolo. i can promise you that.”

and you kept that promise.

“are you fucking kidding me?” you hear him roar from somewhere upstairs.

you immediately smile, munching on your breakfast (even though it’s noon) in the kitchen. nick looks over from beside you with wide eyes, and then takes notice of your satisfied expression.

“what did you do?” he asks in a hushed voice as you hear chris come bounding down the stairs.

you shrug and turn to look over your shoulder at the man of the hour. he’s shirtless, hair tussled from sleep with his sweats hanging low on his waist, and he’s waving around a pair of his boxers. it’s one of the expensive ones that you know is now completely destroyed thanks to your doing.

“really? cutting out a hole in all of my underwear?” chris snaps at you, tossing them at your feet because he doesn’t know what else to do.

it’s a dick hole, to be specific. they’re completely in tact aside from the gaping space where it’s supposed to protect his manhood.

“figured it would help save time since you wanna fuck everything that moves.” you say, taking a satisfying bite of your bacon as you study him with a smirk.

nick lets out a laugh, because he knows that chris honestly deserves it after his asshole behavior towards you a few days ago.

you’d been strong, pretending it didn’t phase you as much as it really had whenever you were hanging out with them. but it was beyond messed up, and neither of the boys could understand why their brother would go to that extent just to sabotage your relationship.

“better than being a stuck-up virgin who thinks she’s smarter than she is.” he growls in return, and there’s a mean look in his eyes.

you know he’s trying to hurt you, but he’s once again tossing your innocence around like a dig, which is what offends you the most considering it’s a deep-rooted insecurity.

and you hate that he’s still being malicious while he looks so damn heavenly standing across from you, his bare chest heaving in anger. it makes your stomach flip uncomfortably.

you don’t know if you’re sick with rage or sick with desire.

definitely rage, right?

“i’d rather be selective than completely ran through.” you hurl another diss at him, which he just scoffs at.

“you think you’re so fucking clever, don’t you? how many other times have you snuck into my room while i’m sleeping?” chris questions, taking a singular step forward.

he’s towering over you as you sit at the table, but you don’t let it intimidate you like he wants. instead, you say the one thing that you know he won’t expect.

“how many times have you thought about taking me in there yourself, huh?” you accuse him harshly.

your words hang in the air, and the tension is palpable. his lips part in shock, and you watch the blush creep up his neck to his face because he can’t count on both hands how much he’s pictured you in his bed.

you’re also stunned by his reaction, but you try not to show it. you expected him to tell you how wrong you are, how he would never touch you in a million years.

but he doesn’t.

“jesus, what did i just walk in to?” matt grumbles as he trudges past his brother into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

chris answers before you can. “nothing, she’s just being insane.”

“i’m sure whatever she did was reasonable after that douchebag comment you made the other day.” he replies easily, and your heart swells at the fact that he came to your defense.

you know it puts your two best friends in a tough situation considering you’re constantly bickering with their brother, but it’s nice to know they have your back on this.

“fine. i don’t fucking need this from all three of you anyways.” chris’s frown deepens as he turns on his heel to head back upstairs.

part of you feels a bit bad as you watch him go, but the overwhelming sensation that takes over is pride. you finally fought back, and you may have actually ended it.

well, that’s what you thought anyways, but you find that you’re once again wrong.

on your way back from the triplets house two days later, you were honked at eight separate times. you started keeping track.

the first instance scared the absolute shit out of you, because you thought you were about to get into an accident or something. your hand had flown to your chest, a loud curse leaving your mouth as your other palm gripped the wheel.

and then it happened again, and again, and many more times after that. you were pretty sure there was something written into the grime on your back window, but you couldn’t read it no matter how hard you tried.

you’re enraged by the time you park at your place, tearing out of the driver's seat to go look. you pull out your phone and tap the flashlight on, illuminating the hidden message.

honk if u think im a SLUT

you press your shaky fingers to your mouth, completely embarrassed by the fact that you’d been driving around like this and by the fact that so many people had essentially called you a whore.

what a stupid prank, considering you had almost crashed your car over it. you grab a napkin from your center console and wipe it all away, grumbling under your breath about how much you hate chris the whole time.

you stalk into your little ground-level apartment, slamming the front door shut behind you. by the time you’ve kicked off your shoes and made it to your bedroom you’ve worked yourself into a fit.

you whip your phone back out and find yourself pulling up his contact despite how much you don’t want to hear his cocky remarks.

but it’s ringing regardless, and he picks up on the second one. he was expecting the call, anxiously awaiting your reaction because he knew it would piss you off enough to talk to him.

“hey.” chris says simply, smiling to himself as he leans back in the rolling chair in his room.

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know that? and also a raging hypocrite while we’re at it. am i a prude or a slut, chris?” you lash out immediately, pacing around your room because you can’t seem to sit down.

“you’re a slutty prude.” he replies, and you can literally hear the smirk in his voice.

“and you’re just a little bitch. you love to act like you’re so tough, but i think you’re the weakest person i know by far. always too scared to say what you really mean.” your words are sharp yet fluid, as if they’re coming from someone besides yourself.

there’s a pause, just for a brief second, and you wonder what’s going through his head. you don’t know what’s going through your own anymore.

the line crackles and he sucks in a breath, re-arming himself to continue this brawl.

“you want me to say what i mean? i think you love riding on your high horse, pretending that you’re better than everyone else. like you’re so pure. but really you’re just needy and desperate, hoping someone will come along and fuck you right.”

your mouth is suddenly completely dry, trying to process what he even means while also coming up with a quick response.

“you think about people fucking me a lot? or do you think about you fucking me a lot?” you ask a beat later, bringing back the conversation from the other day.

he feels the blood rush to his dick, which stiffens against his sweats from this kind of talk with you. he’s only ever imagined it in his dreams.

“you wish it was me, don’t you sweetheart? taking it slow, making you weak.” he mutters, and you feel yourself throb from his words alone.

you hate how much it turns you on, thinking about chris completely having his way with you. you can feel the butterflies erupt in your stomach, pattering through your gut and up to your chest.

“you gonna come do something about it or are you just gonna keep talking shit?” you call him out.

he sucks in a breath, completely hard now from your alluring voice and the context of your words.

there’s nothing he wants more than to sprint to your house and spread you out on your bed, to show you what real pleasure is all about. but there’s so many underlying problems, one of which is the fact that his brothers are best friends with you.

there’s a lot to ruin, even though he knows he already destroyed any chance of a real relationship between the two of you the second he met you. but still, being honest means things will change, and that scares him.

so he pulls the phone away from his ear and hangs up.

for a second you don’t even realize, and then the ending tone alerts you that he’s not waiting to respond, he’s just a fucking jerk. you can’t believe he ended the call so abruptly, like it didn’t phase him at all.

your legs are shaky as you throw yourself down into bed, ignoring the chill you still feel creeping across your body from the conversation.

he won’t get the last laugh. you won’t let him.

chris thinks about you the most at night. it’s hardest to get you out of his head when he’s alone in his room, just like he is now, watching tv to try and drown out his overactive mind. he hasn’t seen you in a few days, which is unusual, and he doesn’t like to admit it but he misses you.

you’re the reason he’s scrolling through instagram in the first place, aimlessly liking girls' photos just to try and convince himself that he’s interested in other people.

but he’s not. he hasn’t been in a long time, because he knew almost immediately that you’re everything he’s ever wanted, which was only confirmed as you continued to stick around. the thought alone was terrifying.

so he pushed you, and pushed you, and pushed you, ensuring that you’d steer clear of him. it just seemed easier, though it’s proving to be quite the opposite.

he’s just about to turn to video games for saving when his phone goes off in his hand. it’s a text from a girl he met over a week ago at a party, who had come back to spend the night with him.

and she’s asking if he has chlamydia.

the question is followed by a screenshot, which chris taps on immediately as his heart beats out of his chest. it’s a different message from some kind of bot number, alleging that he recently tested positive and she should see a doctor.

the sad part is that it looks pretty official, so much so that if he received the text himself he would probably believe it blindly. his face burns in embarrassment and irritation.

then another one comes through, from a girl he used to hook up with pretty frequently last month. by the time he responds to one person, he’s greeted by more messages from others.

five girls text him in the span of five minutes, which just adds insult to injury that they’re all questioning it too. but finally, they stop coming, and he’s pretty sure it’s over.

and now that he’s no longer focused on repeatedly putting the rumor to bed, he’s pissed.

of course chris knows it was you behind all of it, because who else would it be. he just can’t believe you thought of it, that you bested him at his own game.

there’s so much pent up energy in his body that he feels like he could run a mile. but he doesn’t. instead he jams his feet into his sneakers and orders a car, on a path of complete destruction.

you're midway through an episode of broad city when you hear a pounding on your front door, which you don’t expect. it surprises you so much that you actually have to take a second to calm your racing heart down from the panic.

you know who it is too, which scares you more. you weren’t expecting him to just show up like this, especially since it’s only been a little over fifteen minutes since your latest prank.

you were thinking maybe there would be an angry confrontation next time you went over to their house, but not right now.

the knocking comes again, louder and more impatient this time. you finally bring yourself to get off the couch, heading for the front door and squaring your shoulders as you go.

you swing it open a second later, and even though you expected him, you’re still troubled by chris’s expression. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so infuriated, so intense.

his eyes are dark as he stares you down, muscles straining and on display in his black wife beater. his entire face is flushed, and even though you know he took an uber here, it looks like he could’ve sprinted the whole way.

“do you think you’re fucking funny?” he seethes, taking a step toward you.

instinctively you move backwards, like two opposite ends of a magnet. chris raises an eyebrow, and you tilt your head.

“am i laughing?” you ask sharply.

“why are you messing with my life like this, huh? all because i made a comment to some dumbass kid?” he continues to rail you with questions.

you literally can’t help but just blink at him for a moment, completely at a loss over the fact that he sees nothing wrong with what he did.

“if you really believe that it wasn’t a big deal, you’re even worse than i thought.” you respond, voice quiet but lethal.

this time his anger actually falters, and his grimace turns to a slight frown. you’ve cursed him out plenty of times, but somehow this feels way more real. and it rips through him like a knife.

“yeah, i’m the awful one. you wanna know what wes was saying about you to his friends in the gym that day? he said that he was trying to fuck you for the roster, and that he was hoping to do it after your date so he wouldn’t have to see you again.”

he reveals this information rather bluntly. it just falls out of his mouth, and there’s no way to stop it, so he keeps going, “and then i told him all that stupid shit about you to scare him away, because i thought it was easier to keep hating me than to hear the truth about him.”

your jaw goes slack, lips parting even though you have no thoughts running through your head. or, more specifically, you’re having so many thoughts crowding you that you can’t pick one.

“i—okay, let me get this straight. instead of just being honest with me, you let me wait around outside a fancy restaurant by myself for an hour like a fucking fool?” you grill him, still somehow finding a way to be pissed off.

“i didn’t want to hurt you.” chris counters, taking another step toward you so he’s almost inside the doorway.

you stand your ground this time, staring him down defiantly. “don’t give me that bullshit, you’ve been tormenting me since the day we met and you know it.”

he shakes his head, a frustrated grunt leaving his lips. “why do you insist on misunderstanding me?”

“because you don’t make any sense! first you hate my guts, and now i’m supposed to just accept that you were supposedly looking out for me the whole time?” you throw your hands up in exasperation.

“i never hated you, y/n. not even for a second. and i know it’s not my place but he didn’t deserve to be anywhere near you, especially not after what he said.”

this absolutely infuriates you, and you place both of your hands in between your two bodies to shove him back onto the little patio. he’s stunned by your temper, but he only lets it show for a moment.

“what, and you do? you ever think about all of the shit you’ve said about me, chris?” you’re louder now, because you feel like you’re being made to look like an idiot.

he just approaches again, which sends you backing up into the apartment as he follows close behind. chris kicks the door shut and reaches out, one hand slipping behind your neck while the other moves to hold onto your hip, forcing you close to him.

“i didn’t mean any of it. i liked you from the moment i met you, and i hated that, so i took it out on you to try and keep you away. but i didn’t mean it,” he emphasizes, leaning in slightly so he’s practically breathing his words against your mouth, “let me show you.”

you can smell the musky cologne on his skin, trying so hard to ignore the shiver running down your spine from his proximity alone. your heart is beating out your of your chest and you briefly wonder if he can hear it.

“i don’t…i can’t trust you, chris.” you reply, turning your head so you can avoid his gaze, but he won’t let that happen.

he forces you to look back at him, tangling his fingers in the hair at the nape of your neck so he can guide your head straight. chris watches your eyes grow wide, lips parting ever so slightly as your resolve continues to fade.

“yes you can, i promise. let me show you what i really think about you, please.” he begs, tilting a bit more so that his lips ghost over yours, testing the waters.

you haven’t been properly kissed in quite some time, and the desire to give in is so strong that you can’t fight any longer. so you lean into it, throwing your arms up so you can wrap them around his neck and pull him flush against your chest.

his mouth melts against yours, tentatively at first to make sure you’re comfortable. when you start to pick up the pace, kissing him with a newfound fervor, chris begins to let his tongue wander against yours more passionately.

then his hands slide down to grip your ass tightly, kneading the supple flesh with his fingers. you gasp against his mouth, an airy and delicate sound that makes his stomach twist. he’s been dying to hear that for over a year now.

a second later you feel him bite down on your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth and admiring the way the skin recoils as he lets go. you didn’t realize how much you would enjoy the mixture of slight pain and pleasure.

“tell me you want this too.” chris demands, lining his mouth up with your ear so that he can speak lowly.

normally you would protest, or insult him, or roll your eyes, but things have completely changed in the last few minutes. now all you can think about is how soft his kisses are, how you want to feel them all over.

so you nod with those doe eyes locked on him as he pulls away to study you, taking in your flustered state. “i want you to show me, chris.”

the sentence is music to his ears, and he can’t believe this is actually finally happening. you break your grasp on his neck, taking a step back so you can slip your hand into his.

you lead him down the hall toward your bedroom, heart thumping against your ribcage with each step you take. you’re nervous, but you also somehow feel more comfortable with him than the few guys who came before.

and sure, you’d never fully had sex with any of them. but now you’re kind of glad you didn’t, so chris can be your first.

your room is a bit messier than you’d like considering you weren’t expecting company, especially not in this part of the house, but you don’t have time to fix it now. it’s not like he gives a single shit; the only thing he’s focused on is you.

the tiny shorts you’re wearing have started to ride up as you tug him along, which only grabs his attention more. chris gives your butt a light smack with his free hand before twirling you back into his side with the other, pressing a steady kiss to your lips.

you laugh slightly, because you can’t help it, which makes him smile against your mouth. it really does feel corny, but he doesn’t care all that much. for you, he’s willing to drop the tough guy act.

“are you sure about this?” chris asks as he pulls away, his forehead pressed against yours as he awaits a response.

you lean in to peck him swiftly again before speaking. “i’m sure, really.”

he nods once, guiding you a few steps backwards so you fall down onto your own plush bed sheets. for a moment he admires the way your hair fans out around you, the slight ‘o’ of surprise that your lips make, trying to capture a mental picture of the moment.

your fingers find the bottom of his shirt in an attempt to speed things up, wrapping the material into your fist and bringing him down on top of you. he braces himself, arms on either side of you while he nudges your legs apart so his knee is between them.

you let your hands grasp his mostly bare shoulders as his head dips down, pressing kisses to your cheek, along your jaw, the hollow area underneath your earlobe. soft little noises fall from your lips as chris finally reaches your neck, careful not to be too rough as he sucks on the sensitive skin of your throat.

he adores it and he wants to hear more, to make them louder. so his mouth trails to your collarbone, which is luckily on display since you’re in a tube top. and then he lifts his thigh forward a bit more, ensuring that his knee brushes right against your clothed heat.

your hips grind down against his muscles almost involuntarily, eliciting a real moan as your cunt throbs desperately. you rock your hips against him at a quicker pace, loving the pressure that's beginning to build in your stomach from the stimulation.

“mmm, y’sound so pretty.” chris grumbles against your body, tongue sloppily running over the now irritated areas.

it’s the first time he’s ever really praised you, and considering it’s coming from the person you least expected, it makes it that much sweeter.

he pauses, pulling his head up so that he can hover over you. his hands begin to slide underneath your top suggestively and you help him, wiggling the stretchy material over your head.

you toss it to the floor, chest fully on display as the cold air rushes over your hardened nipples. a long breath passes by his lips as he takes you in, his dick straining against his sweats now as you gaze at him bashfully.

“quit staring.” you complain, though your voice holds no conviction.

“you make it hard not to.” chris shakes his head with a smile, leaning back down so that he can brush your worries away with another brief kiss.

this time you can feel his hard-on pressed against the inside of your thigh as his mouth searches yours, sloppier yet somehow sweeter this time around. his hand dances across your hip and up your side, moving higher and higher until his fingers are grazing over one of your exposed breasts, stopping to massage it roughly.

your back arches, rutting your chest into his grasp as you groan against his lips. chris pulls away, tiny smirk morphing his features.

“aw, you like that baby?” he goads, spreading his other palm out against the previously untouched mound of flesh, squeezing your nipples between his fingers lightly.

you can feel the wetness pooling at your core as he stays poised between your legs, continuing to tweak the sensitive buds in a way that’s deliciously enjoyable. you’re writhing under his hands, and he loves that you’re completely in his control.

but chris also knows that he can take you further, satisfy you more than you could’ve ever imagined. so he bows to your body, attaching his mouth to your throat and leaving several messy kisses.

his lips shift to brush against the area right above your chest, nipping at the skin lightly as he brings one hand back to grasp one of your tits. finally, he gets far down enough to flick his tongue across one of your nipples, his fingers pinching the other gently, swapping between them after a moment.

“fuck, chris.” you whimper, mind already becoming fuzzy from the carnal desire for more.

“god i love hearing you moan my name.” he admits before sucking the sensitive bud back into his mouth, toying with it a bit more just to drive you crazy.

he stays there for a moment as you both enjoy the dragged out foreplay. it’s a moment with you that he’s waited for for what seems like an eternity, and he wants it to last as long as possible.

and as much as he would like to linger in this spot forever, chris is craving even more of you. the tent in his pants is still growing from all of your beautiful noises and expressions, but he’s only worried about making this the best experience for you.

so he carries on, trailing down the valley of your breasts, wetting the area as he continues. he presses several slow kisses against your stomach, in a straight line leading directly to the waistband of your cotton pants.

you watch as he looks up at you through his long lashes, pupils blown out in lust. “can i take these off, pretty girl?”

“please.” the roles are reversed and now you’re the one begging him.

“so needy.” chris drags the ‘y’ out slightly as he simultaneously does the same thing to your shorts, careful to tug your thin and soaked panties with them.

the air rushes over the slickness that’s already developed, and you instinctively close your legs. you’ve never had anyone actually go down there, just a guy who stuck his hand in your pants to finger you—very poorly, if you’re honest—during seven minutes in heaven well over a year ago.

so it makes you a little self-conscious having him this close. he’s quick to pry you apart again, fully lowering himself to the floor of your room so he’s face to face with your pussy.

“can’t believe no one has ever seen you like this, you little tease.” his voice is low as he starts kissing your inner thigh, working his way in, “wanna taste you so bad.”

he’s growing closer to where you need him, and you throb when you feel his lips graze the innermost part of your leg. chris blows one singular breath right across your cunt, which shocks you slightly, before pressing a soft open-mouthed kiss to your clit.

you feel your legs tremble a little bit in his palms, your hands automatically going to tangle in his hair. a long whine escapes as his tongue works across you, and you can literally feel him smile in satisfaction.

the fact that it’s his mouth making you squirm like this, that he’s the only one that’s ever gotten to eat you out, is something he’s currently taking a lot of pride in.

he lightly teases your entrance, moving back and forth from that and sucking on your pulsing clit. it makes you grip onto his roots tighter, grinding down onto his face slightly as you moan his name again like a prayer. he swears he could cum in his pants right now, without you even touching him.

“you’re so fucking sexy.” he purrs against your cunt, the vibrations sending another tiny jolt through your body.

you can feel how hot your face is, how tense your stomach has become, and you can’t bring yourself to find any words. that is, until his fingers glide across your clit, rubbing over it lightly as you throw your head back against the mattress.

“holy shi—oh!” your voice catches in your throat midway through your sentence as he suddenly slips a finger inside.

a lewd noise escapes your throat once he does so, and he begins to pump it slowly. you’re finding it nearly impossible to keep your hips planted on the mattress, so he guides your leg over his shoulder and digs his nails into your skin to keep you still.

you rock your pelvis forward, connecting with his hand harder now as you chase the sensation, listening to the wet sounds of him gliding in and out of your cunt. chris adds another one of his slender fingers inside of you, and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to contain some of the desperate noises you’re making.

his own cock is pulsing as he continues, admiring the way your tits jiggle as he picks up his pace, the way your hair is slightly matted while your mascara collects under your eyes. he knows you want more just based on the way you’re bucking to meet his fingers, but he wants to hear you say it.

“is there something you’d like, sweetheart?” he asks, pressing another open kiss to your overstimulated clit.

you look down at him, meeting those pretty blue eyes as he awaits an answer, and you feel yourself shiver in both anticipation and from the current excitement.

“more, chris. i—need you.” you finally manage to get it out, voice pinched as you speak.

“what do you need, huh? you gotta tell me, use those words.” he demands further, and even though his taunting makes you shy, you realize you’ll have to answer if you want him to continue.

“need you inside me, baby.” you plead breathlessly, and he lets out an involuntary groan at the use of the pet name.

he didn’t expect you to play into the dirty talk, and at this point his erection is begging to be set free, to have you wrapped around him. so chris slows his fingers to a stop, leaving you feeling empty as he removes them.

a pout takes over your features as he stands up, placing his fingers in his mouth so he can suck your wetness off of them. it’s ridiculously racy, and it leaves you clenching around nothing as you wait for his next move.

“wanna be buried in this pretty pussy so bad.” chris growls, reaching to yank his wife beater over his head.

his chain bounces against his collarbones as he throws it away half-hazardly, tugging his boxers and sweatpants down to his ankles a second later. your eyes widen slightly as his dick springs free, slapping against his stomach as he steps out of his clothes.

precum dribbles out of the tip, which is angry and red from desire. you’re completely in a trance, staring as he takes himself into his own hand, pumping a few times so he can spread the slick around.

he notices the way you’re studying him in amazement, one corner of his mouth turning upward. “d’you want to give it a try, princess?”

your heart leaps into your throat, and even though you’re scared, you really want to learn how to make him feel good too. so you nod silently, extending your hand toward his cock, hesitating once you’re close enough.

“spit in your palm, wrap your fingers around it and then stroke, just like i was.” he instructs, so you suck in a breath and do as you’re told.

your newly-wetted hand closes around the bottom of his shaft, and he hisses out a curse as you start working up and down, squeezing the sensitive skin timidly. your thumb runs over his slit and he lets out a low moan, fucking himself into your fist.

“a-ah shit, just like that.”

you adore the admiration, unable to contain your smile as you apply some more pressure. his head is tilted back to the ceiling, eyes screwed shut as he enjoys the brief handjob. but chris can already feel the orgasm building, so he stills your movements by placing his fingers over your own.

your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “was it bad?”

he shakes his head immediately before he settles back down on top of you, bracing himself on his forearms as he leans in for a kiss. the taste of your arousal still lingers on his lips, which you surprisingly enjoy way more than expected.

“no, if anything it was too good. i would’ve finished from that alone.” chris admits against your mouth, which makes you feel insanely content.

“can’t have that, can we? not when i need you to fill me up.” you reply in a sultry tone, and if you didn’t know any better you would think that the comment made him blush.

“jesus, you can’t say shit like that to me.” he grumbles, moving to run his tongue along your jaw as his hand wraps around your throat.

chris squeezes the sides of your windpipe lightly, rutting his hips upward so that his dick slides against your drenched folds. the warmth from your center immediately causes his breathing to become labored, and you whimper as you feel his tip nudge your swollen clit.

“are you ready?” he pants into your ear, and you mumble a few pathetic words of confirmation to spur him on.

with that, chris uses the hand that was previously on your throat to line himself up at your entrance, looking up to catch your eye again. he pauses for a moment, so you give him a nod of encouragement.

“tell me if it gets too uncomfortable.” he says, intertwining his free fingers with yours so you have something to hold on to.

then he slowly starts to push himself inside, beginning with just the tip as your eyes screw shut. the stretch is painful at first, like you’re being split wide open by the sheer size of him, so you focus on your breathing as your grip on his hand tightens.

inch by inch he fills you up, until finally his full length is being gripped by your plush walls. you wince at the agonizing pressure, your nails digging into his back as he waits for you to adjust. you’re already clenching around him involuntarily, and he lets out a long groan.

“you alright, baby?” chris questions a beat later, concern laced in his voice.

“yeah, i think so.” you reply quietly.

“keep breathing, i’ll take it slow.” he promises, trying to comfort you as best he can.

you just nod, still latched onto his shoulder while his thumb strokes the back of your hand. his other palm clutches your hip, steadying himself as he begins to move in and out. you choke on your breath, doing everything you can to ignore the overwhelming ache.

it’s a feeling unlike any other, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck to keep from crying out. slowly but surely he picks up his rhythm, rocking into you sensually as you finally begin to transition into the pleasurable part of the experience.

a moan falls from your lips, muffled slightly by his skin. it surprises the both of you, and it makes chris flush, completely aroused by the fact that he’s the first guy to ever make you feel this way.

“doing so well, taking it all for me.” he says in a whiny tone, shifting to give you a kiss as he marvels at how tight you’re squeezing him.

the pressure in your stomach from earlier comes back, building as chris begins to snap his hips a bit quicker. gasps escape your throat on loop every time he plunges back into your cunt, and he grunts from the feeling of you enveloping his dick.

“oh my god.” you whimper pathetically, positioning your hand on the back of his neck so you can pull yourself in to meet his strokes.

he loves that you’re taking more control, that you’re truly starting to enjoy yourself. he can feel himself growing closer to the edge, and it doesn’t help that you’re now clenching around him every time he bottoms out.

but he holds on, letting go of your hand so he can bring it between your bodies, brushing two fingers over your clit. you practically convulse in surprise, your pornographic moans filling the room as he rubs tiny circles against the sore bud.

“shit, chris!” you cry, and you can feel the band in your stomach getting ready to snap.

“let ‘em know, princess, tell ‘em who makes you feel this good.” he slides his fingers against you quicker, plunging so deep now that he’s tapping your cervix with every pump.

“i’m—” you don’t even have time to finish your sentence before your abs tense up, legs uncontrollably shaking now.

you lean into the wave, letting it wash over you as you find your release. chris is close behind, shuddering as his thrusts grow needy and sloppy. then you feel him twitch, his hot cum mixing with your own as it pours out from his slit. he eventually stills a few seconds later, both of your chests heaving as he slowly slides out of you for good.

he rolls to his back, slumping beside you so that both of your arms are pressed together as you each regain your breath.

you’re scared to speak first, terrified really, so when you hear chris clear his throat you’re thankful that he’s breaking the silence.

“that was…you’re so…fuck, you’re just perfect.” chris fumbles with his words, and you glance over at him with a small grin.

“i’m really glad it was you, chris. thank you.” you press a sweet kiss to his cheek, and this time you’re positive he’s blushing.

“i’m glad it was me too.” he confesses as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling your back to his chest.

it’s a comfortable feeling, being held by him, and it’s one that you want to enjoy forever.

“to think, we could’ve been doing that this whole time.” you rag on him a little, unable to remain completely serious.

he buries his chin in your neck, breath tickling your ear as he responds. “good thing we have the rest of our lives to make up for it.”

[maysonem]

You're twins?

Jo Togame x Sakura's twin male reader!1!1!

Tw: Not much just brief and BAD arguing writing! Bad grammar {For that one friend that likes judging me with my grammar so just BAD WRITING IN GENERAL}

{ Also sorry for taking so long everything got thrown at me since I injured my hand so now my hand looks weird while I also got lost in this request and side quested a bunch so it doesn't really look like an x reader>_<!! I yap a lot. IM QUITTING MY FUTURE JOB-}

Sakura and you have always been by each other sides no matter what happened, but really what went wrong in this situation it was just the same argument you always scold him about his well being how he always comes back from school with a bleeding nose and a bunch of cuts on his hands.

“Sakura you need to stop throwing yourself into fights!” you yelled at him angrily watching his every move. He didn't respond to you per usual ignoring your yelling and ranting about his own safety didn't you already know that he can take care of himself as well as you can. He abruptly stood up from the chair making you back up from him a little "Shut it! It's always about me and my safety can't you see I can take care of myself you need to stop worrying about me for once it's getting annoying!" He yelled out pointing his finger at you.

You were a bit taken back by his sudden outburst before clenching your fists "Well, it's your own fault for that! If you at least once can come back from school without any injuries I wouldn't have to always yell at you!" You yelled back at him seeing him turning his head away from you avoiding any eye contact possible.

"Do you know how I always worry about you when you're at school!? I'll never know if you come back hurt or sometimes I even wonder if you come ba—" He soon cut you off yelling out "Stop worrying about me it is as simple as that! What can you not understand!?"

"...That's all I can really remember," You said looking back down at the ramune in your hand before looking back at Togame who seemed to be dazing out.. or is it just how he usually looks? "You listening!?" You snapped at him angrily making him snap back into reality. You crossed your arms looking away from him "At least try to look like you're interested in what I'm saying!" You yelled pointing at him whilst he stood there with his usual smile.. it infuriates you and makes your heart skip a beat every time you see it.

There was an uncomfortable silence between you two before Togame decided to break it "That's basically it?" He asked tilting his head slightly that question made you snap your head back at him and glared "Of course! That's all I remember" You said slamming your ramune bottle down onto the table.

Soon enough you calmed down leaning your head onto Togame's shoulder "I just don't understand what made him think he can always just put up with fights with people like that" You said in a low volume tone before feeling him put a hand on your shoulder with a look that asks if you were alright "Don't give me that look of course I'm not alright" You say slapping his hand off of your shoulder making him let out an amused chuckle "Well, I'm just trying to be here for you" He said giving you a gentle pat on the head "What can you even do besides standing and staying silent over here!?" You exclaimed while playfully swatting his hand away that's tryna ruin your hair.

"We can meet up with a friend of mine that I wanted you to introduce for a while now," He said making you perk up a bit "Introduce..?" He nodded his head with a smile which made you think about it for a moment "Better not be a prank.. you've said that several times before!" You said poking his chest repeatedly. He let out a chuckle moving your hand away from his chest "Not a prank this time," "...Promise?" You said with distrust in him "Maybe" "I'm going to make you into a MILKSHAKE-"

The next day soon came by as you and Togame were waiting for his so-called friend still not trusting him with your heart even if he is your partner he still put up with pranks on you ever since you went to Shishitoren.

"So.. when?" You asked him getting impatient and a bit stressed about meeting the friend of his "Patience dear" He said before getting approached by- "Sakura!?" You yelled out and abruptly stood up pointing at your twin up and down. Sakura jolted up not excepting your sudden scream hearing a small 'huh?' coming out from Togame.

"You guys know each other?" He asked looking over to Sakura and then back at you "Is it.. is it not obvious." You said looking over to him while pointing at your eyes and Sakura's "Oh... Well, now I see the-" "IT WAS OBVIOUS THE WHOLE TIM-" "Pipe it down!" Sakura yelled smacking the back of your head "Oi, you shouldn't be the one saying that to me, especially with your recklessness!-" "Let's not argue alright?" Togame interrupted you slowly pulling you towards him while both you and Sakura glared at each other "Not my fault," Sakura mumbled crossing his arms and looking at Togame and back at you seeing how you two were very close to each other. Both you and Togame soon noticed he was turning red already "Are you dating my damned twin!?" He yelled out angrily pointing at Togame making him raise both of his hands up with a nervous chuckle "Well-" "How long!?" Sakura cut him off wanting immediate answers while you watched them a bit amused by how Sakura can still be a protective twin... Even if you two argued before, but that was bloody years ago!

You couldn't help but let out a laugh making both of them stop in their tracks "What are you even laughing at!?" "Maybe cause of the fact you seem protective of him even if he argued with you-" "I'm not asking you!" Sakura snapped clenching his fist "Hey, let us put this aside and catch up with things" Togame suggested. You and Sakura glared at each other and nodded hesitantly.

"I still can't accept the fact you're dating my twin." Sakura grumbled out kicking a pebble "It surprised me at first as well since who the hell knew I'd end up with... Well, someone you fought and called you Othello-" "Don't mention that!" He said clearly that he still disliked being called Othello.. who would? "Then is Sakura against our relationship?" Togame asked tilting his head making you look over to Sakura with a tiny hint of an excited look "I-.. no" He said with a red tint on his cheeks "He isn't lying that's for sure" You said poking his cheek making him swat your hand away angrily "I was never from the start!" He replied crossing his arms and calmed down a bit "How long?" Sakura asked making Togame tilt his head "What?" He said confusingly making Sakura let out a frustrated sigh "A year-" "A YEAR!?" Sakura yelled out.

After awhile of spending time with each other the day was soon starting to end. "Sakura we'll see you next time," Togame said with his hand on your shoulder "Hah..? Like I'd ever want to see my twin next time" "You're just saying that" You said pointing at him as he crossed his arms and looked away "Alright, we'll see you tomorrow Sakura-" "Whatever!" He yelled before stomping away making you chuckle at his tough persona behavior.

"Wasn't that fun.. meeting with your twin again" "He's more of a nuisance though" you said looking up at Togame with your arms crossed like usual "But can't say he hasn't changed still is the one and only... Annoying twin brother I suppose," You smiled a little before poking his chest "You owe me one, Jo!" You exclaimed before getting a kiss on your forehead from him.

"You two are almost the same yet I seem to take more interest in you."

[basementsmokecircle]

WHERE R UUU

im so sorry for being mia, school has been ROUGH

here's a preview of something i'm working on as an apology :))

you always find yourself here. 

no matter what you do, how long you wait, you always find yourself here - standing outside of eric foreman’s basement - nervous to knock on the door.

you’ve been nervous a lot recently.

a subtle kind of anxiety that creeps up on you, until you can’t feel your fingers and your arms have gone numb. smoking helped. it’s why you’re here now, knocking on your dealer’s best friend’s door. or at least, that’s what you tell yourself as you reach up and rap your knuckles against the wood.

the door gets ripped open, and the look of confusion that was marred on steven’s face slides into surprise. he’s wearing a washed-out band tee, and if you squint, you can see the remnants of a name there, but steven’s tapping his rings on the door, dragging your attention back to his face.

there’s a knowing grin on his face.

“haven’t seen you around in a while,” he states, trailing his eyes up the length of you. the pair of you haven’t seen each other since he tried to teach you how to roll, before getting distracted by one of kelso’s pranks. you nod and nervously twist at the hips, sending the hem of your skirt twirling.

“miss me?” you squint at him. you missed him. you never thought you’d think that. never thought that you would miss steven hyde, yet here you are. hyde raises his brows, tongue trailing the line of his bottom teeth as he tries - and fails - to hide his blushing smile.

steven pulls the door open and you glance around the surprisingly empty basement. 

“been kinda anxious lately.”

“oh, well-” steven starts, patting his chest and looking at you triumphantly, “-hyde’s got something for that”

in a daze, you watch hyde as he lifts the joint to his lips. that anxious feeling tugging at your stomach has scattered, and been replaced with a giggly kind of calm. you let yourself gaze at his ringed fingers, at the way his lips wrap around the paper, at the way he inhales, the smoke wafting out of his mouth and his nose, settling around the room.

jim morrison is singing about an LA woman, and the music settles into your subconscious, the guitar prickling at the cloudy parts of your mind. hyde wordlessly hands you the joint but drops it on the ugly yellow couch. you start giggling, being quick to pick it up and pull it to your lips.

“you get so giggly when you’re high. it’s cute.”

the compliment washes over you, “you think i’m cute?” you giggle, furrowing your brows together and smiling, stupidly. hyde leans back against the couch and motions for the joint.

“mm-hm,” he sounds, casually, pulling the joint to his mouth. “i’ve never told you that?”

“no, you have. just wanted to hear it again.”

hyde’s face splits into a smile, “you’re evil. you come here just to get complimented?”

“s’not my fault you’re so good at it.”

you roll off the bed before he can respond, yelling, “music time!”

steven rolls his eyes and groans.

“i promise it’ll be good - no abba. besides, this album is basically over. i’ll pick something you like.”

“fine,” he dubiously agrees. 

“what do i get if i pick correctly?”

he thinks it over, looking around the room to check if he has anything he’s willing to give you. then he smirks, leaning back on the couch.

“a kiss?” he offers.

you clap your hands excitedly, “okay, gotta slip into focus mode.”

you crack your fingers and roll your neck, giving his crates of vinyl a concentrated stare. you have a lot of options.

“does it have to be your favourite or one you’re just okay with?” 

“oh,” hyde begins, getting comfortable on the couch. he’s manspreading, an arm behind his head, staring at you as he smokes. 

if you weren’t so high, you’d be blushing.

“i want to hear my favourite.” 

“you’re making this extremely hard; do you not want to kiss me or something?” 

a shit-eating grin appears on his lips, “gotta make you work for it, doll.”

you blush and quickly turn away, flipping through the huge music collection. hyde pipes up from the couch as he watches you take your time. 

“i’m getting nervous baby,” he calls, but you shush him, “shut up steven, you’re distracting me.”

bowie, hendrix, fleetwood mac, led zeppelin—you pause and frown at the album. noticing how worn the case is, you set up the record player. a surprised look of recognition floods hyde’s face as he hears the opening chords to black dog.

“no…” he trails off.

you smile excitedly. “did i do good?”

when the drum hits, he jumps from the couch and stalks toward you. your back gets pushed against the countertop before you even register that he’s there. it’s sudden enough that you make a small, startled sound, hands jutting out behind you to grab at the edge of the counter. he slides his hand around your waist, tugging your hips towards him by the small of your back and begins talking as if this isn’t affecting him in the slightest. you, on the other hand… 

“you’ve been stalking me, haven’t you?” he asks, bending down; pouring his red-rimmed eyes into yours. all you can do is stand there and let out a shuddering, stuttering breath.

suddenly, you’re nervous. maybe it’s the drugs, maybe it’s the proximity, but as hyde flicks his gaze from your lips to your eyes -- up close and personal -- you’re a goner. 

“no,” you whisper, gulping. “i’m just observant.” 

“always looking at me,” he tuts, and he’s joking, but you nod regardless. nod because it’s true. 

“yeah, you’re really pretty.”

hyde doesn’t expect that. he pulls a face and snorts, “what?” 

“yeah, like,” you start, tone quiet. you flick your eyes down the length of his throat, fingers coming out to play with the hem of his shirt. 

you briefly smile, “sometimes, i think it’s kinda insane, how pretty you are. you have really nice lips. the hair is appealing, too, of course, but i think it’s the whole package that just – has anyone ever told you that? that you’re pretty? i really think they should have; it’s so obvious—”

hyde shuts you up with a kiss.

he tightens his grip on your back and just kisses you, deep and steady, with no tongue, just the soft feel of his lips and the taste of weed and spit. at first, it shocks you and makes you pause, but then you’re there, moving your fingers to grab at his belt to tug him deeper, pulling away for a second, just to lean forward and kiss him again.“say that again,” he breathes, dark eyes catching yours.

[taissaswifelowkey]

Yellowjackets watching horror films with you

1996 timeline, all characters aged up!

a/n: im getting along my way on tumblr, unc status is no longer in my list of achievements 😍

warnings: none, but light mentions of blood and lighttt spoilers of the show if you can recognise them. gayyy, yellowjackets propaganda, proofread but there might be lingering mistakes!!

📚 taissa would use her logic and reason upon watching the horror film you set up. she just needs to convince her brain that what her eyes are seeing are nothing but pure, overly exaggerated fiction. but that doesn’t mean she won’t rest her head on your shoulders and hold your hands in a tight grip. and no it’s not because she’s scared, she’s just cold 🙄 you don’t say anything at all, knowing how she’ll get in conselour taissa turner mode. so yeah, you’ll pull her closer and comfort her, all while ignoring the slight pride you feel at being able to hold her in your arms.

🛹 there are no real chances of you and van completely focusing on the movie. every time you’d either hide in the covers, clinging onto each other, blocking each other’s eyes when a scene is too intense or bloody. once you got so scared from a scene that you stayed up to watch some kids' show afterwards 💀💀💀 but your most favourite part is when she would hold you in her firm arms. she’s silly but she knows how to be chivalrous. listen listen, you two would wait for each other in the bathrooms. too scared that some malevolent entity or human is out there waiting to strike after the flush. is it ridiculous? yes but still plausible!!

🕷️ nat isn’t really fased tbh. that doesn’t mean she would not hide her face in your neck though. i know some people perceive her as this stoic person who can handle about anything, but she also has emotions and is just a girl :( you’re just her extra comfort to the movie that’s on. and both of her comforts? she’s in heavennnn. but trust she will pull some sneaky prank in the dark. like drag her fingertips on your arms or outrightly scream at a jumpscare. that little prick :( you definitely tried to payback though.

🪵 shauna will analyse the whole entire film, so you won’t be very affected by the jumpscares. she’s a true letterboxd girlie, will try to come go with a literary device to develop her point. she would apologise for rambling but you would just press kisses all over her face, telling her to continue. mostly because whenever she’d turn everything into an essay you’re soooo weak. you hardly even register the screams in screen, your attention focused on her. you focus on her every word, loving how much of a nerd she is.

🦉 we’ve seen misty’s reactions to the rat drowning in the pool…that girl can handle anything gory. from half a detached leg to…full detached legs. it might not look like it but she comforts you whenever there’s an unsettling scene. she would just look at it in awe, before sliding her arms around your shoulders, all “don’t worry it’s just fiction 🥰🥰🥰” a guy losing all his blood? please. that’s barely anything. after this she’ll definitely read christmas carol or something to you afterwards, as if she did not practically compliment the antagonist’s “surgery skills”.

🎀 lottie is too busy feeding you snacks to pay attention the movie. whenever you would talk about it or turn to hide your face from the splatter of gore, she’d be like :( how are you so pretty while you nearly choked on lemonade through your nose. unflattering. not your proudest moment. in fact you apologised while she just shushed your concerns, peppering kisses all over your face and whispering that nothing will ever happen to you as long as she’s there with you. before she’s back to paying attention to the film. that does not mean she didn’t get queasy though. she’s just better at facing these things with you.

🧸 horror movies with jackie? she’s ALLLL over you. like her body is practically slumped on you, refusing to look at the screen. why couldn’t you just…not watch something like a musical? or a sitcom? literally anything but that???? do you want your girlfriend to have a heart attack? so you, being the chivalrous knight in shining armour, hold her. even offer your sweatshirt before leaving, like that “she’ll always have a piece of you”. (you had to convince her to let you go before her parents came back, not wanting to overstay your welcome. it was already four in the afternoon 😭😭)

[elftwink]

i don’t see the appeal of worth it im always too thrown by how much money is being spent and i know in my heart that people are buying expensive ass shit all the time and i’m also not going to pretend i’m always practical with the things i spend my money on but the sheer spectacle of it all is just too much. the very concept is just a way to brag about how much money you have to spend on these wildly overpriced items and even though the hosts seem like fine dudes and it’s not like they’re the most exorbitantly overpaid people on youtube ever it’s just like.... why is this entertainment. like what am i supposed to get from this? whether the item is worth it or not, it’s just a display of wealth. and it’s one thing when prices run high for the items in general (like it’s not obscene to spend a couple hundred dollars on a tattoo), but there are some items that even if it’s actually the best thing in the whole world, it’s still too much money to spend on that thing

like you don’t buy a thousand dollar pizza because it’s good. you buy it because you’re proving that you have $1k to spend on pizza.

idk this isn’t a moral judgement of anyone working on that show and like i said rich people behave like this all the time or else why would there be a market for morbidly expensive versions of every day items that are gold-covered or whatever but i just find it absolutely buckwild that it’s gotten to a point that displays of excess wealth are in and of themselves sold to us in this way. it feels like it should be satire but it really is just Like That 

[akucat]

i love you, haven’t i always? where various bungou stray dogs characters react to you saying that you love them for the first time

❥ note: PLEASE NOTE there are manga spoilers in tachiharas part (which also happens to be my fav part, listened to a pearl by mitski while writing it... you can do the math), also ik this is such a weird collection of characters (kinda?) but i thought welp if im writing this for myself i might as well write my fav characters ! enjoy <3

❥ pairings: chuuya dazai nikolai tachihara fyodor tecchou x reader (separately)

chuuya

he feels like the luckiest man in the world, he finally understands all those cheesy proposal speeches 

it happens as you’re cleaning up some of his small wounds, a scrape here and there after his job

“you should really take more care of yourself, chuuya,” you say, dabbing away the dried blood on his forehead (to be honest you weren’t even sure if it was his)

“i could say the same for you, you know, too busy cleaning up my mess when you should be focusing on yourself”

“oh hush, i’d much rather spend time tending to the man i love than doing paperwork for mori”

you were expecting a witty remark, but instead he went silent, removing your gaze from your delicate work to watch his mouth form an ‘o’

your cheeks went red as you finally registered the words that came out of your mouth, but chuuya was quick to calm your worries

“took you long enough,” there was the snarky remark he probably could’ve pulled off the nonchalant act if he didn’t have the biggest shit-eating grin, eyes glistening with awe

“i’m taking it back, lose the ego”

“im kidding! i love you too!”

he may be damned wasting his life away to the port mafia, being abandoned by those he cared for, but he was pretty certain loving you was going to make up for it, he knew it would

it was hard to finish cleaning the rest of his wounds when all he wanted to do was kiss you a million times over

dazai

his first initial thought was that you were lying to him 

hes been used his whole life, he really just thinks youre playing with him

was this a prank chuuya put you up to? he doesn’t rly think its funny :[

but he watches as your eyes quiver with uncertainty- why would you be nervous over such a silly prank?

“ah you don’t have to say it back dazai! i just wanted to tell you..!” youre playing with your hands in your lap and then it hits him

youre not like those horrible people who used him, you’re his darling partner and you love him

he feels his heart shatter and he can’t tell if it’s because of his initial reaction - believing you would ever want to cause him harm - or because he’s overwhelmed with so many emotions that he just can’t contain them

you’re nearly as shocked as he is as you watch him wipe way the tears under his eyes, and you’re quick to apologise, you weren’t expecting him to be so upset over your confession 

“oh belladonna don’t worry about me! i love you too, my darling” 

he swears he can feel his heart slowly heal all its cracks and bruises as youre smiling the prettiest smile he’s ever seen, moving to kiss his tears away

tachihara

he doesn’t want to believe it at first

it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, it’s just that his work is dangerous and accepting his feelings about you would end up only causing you harm, in reality he should’ve pushed you away ages ago

but that’s exactly the problem, he was too selfish to push you away, and here you are, in his shitty apartment with that goddamn bandaid over his nose and you had finally told him those words

he doesn’t know how to feel- he feels guilty because of course you feel this way, he has been leading you on for months knowing full well that commitment wasn’t possible on his behalf, but he also hates that you’re telling him when hes like this - this isn’t him, this is mafioso tachihara, this is hunting dogs tachihara simply acting a part, a part of a greater, grander scheme that is supposed to result in the downfall of the port mafia; the downfall of you

he wishes you could’ve told him when he was simply just tachihara; before he joined the hunting dogs, before he joined the port mafia as a mole, before his brother died, but to be honest he wasn’t entirely sure that you’d tell him those few words - i love you, tachihara - if he was still that version of himself

so instead he decides that he’s going to be selfish just once more; the world had taken so much from him, surely it would be okay to take something for himself just this once

he closes the gap between your figures, resting his forehead on yours as he swallows his emotions, his regrets and burdens

“i love you too, y/n”

the world could take everything from him, but he would never let it take you

nikolai

he’s ecstatic, you’d think he was a teenage boy thats just heard his crush likes him back

“really! you do!?”

he’s grabbed both your hands in his, and you can only smile as you watch him struggle to contain his utter bliss; grinning so hard the corner of his eyes were crinkling, eyes shining with what could only be described as pure adoration

“of course i do, kolya, i love you”

hes just so elated he doesn’t know what do do or say, and you giggle at his reaction because hes so happy and you’re so happy and being in love with him, you think, is the best feeling ever

nikolai eventually decides the only thing he can do is tackle you in an embrace, smothering your face with kisses and he holds you tight in his grasp

his entire life had felt so purposeless, he’d never known what to do with himself, but he truly, finally felt as though he’d found his freedom

you were his freedom, you introduced him to so many colours, so many emotions he hadn’t even known existed before he met you

he’s not the insane, apathetic man everyone had made him out to be, he was nikolai gogol, a man bursting with so many feelings and emotions who’s only reaction was to pepper his lovers face with kiss after kiss after hearing such a beautiful confession that he had completely forgotten to-

“oh right! i love you too, y/n! i love you!” 

he was nikolai gogol, the man who had the blessing of loving you

fyodor

it’s like every nerve in his body is telling him: NO, this is a HUGE red flag, abort immediately

and i mean, this is the fyodor dostoevsky we’re talking about, when is he ever wrong?

he know’s he isn’t wrong, either, and that’s whats eating at him

he knows he’s right but he so desperately wants to be wrong, just this once

he knows he cant accept this, no he cant hear you out this once, you’re wrong about all of this, you’re wrong and he’s right

you dont love him

it just isn’t right

but his body seems to be doing the exact opposite of his intentions, and he has absolutely no idea why he feels his cheeks warming up

he has to control himself, because god forbid he go against his intuition, he’s the genius after all-

“fedya...?”

how could he ever say no to you

you’re his everything, his darling, his light in this plagued world, how could he ever possibly hurt you?

he wants to be chased by you, eluded and teased and adored; he wants to drink tea beside you in 10 years while you laugh about the problems you were once so troubled over

he wants to dream of you, keep all of you inside his mind, his physical, personal mind

he wants you

he softly chuckles at your desperate demeanour, how could he be so cruel, keeping you waiting for so long?

he moves his hand to cup your chin, tilting your face upwards to his own

“i love you too, milaya”

you fool he thinks, why couldn’t he just follow his intuition?

tecchou

he short circuits, poor him, you’ve broken him

he literally struggles to conceive a proper thought let alone speak a coherent sentence

“tecchou...?”

“say it again”

“i love you?”

congrats, you’ve killed him

he feels like his heart is beating out of his chest, he’s certain you could even hear it from this distance (he’s so happy jouno wasn’t there, he could not deal with the teasing, not today)

and then something clicks in him and everything comes crashing down at once

you love him you love him you love him he loves you he loves you he loves you

he does what he first thinks to do, pulling you in close by the waist and kissing you and ohmygod you can feel him smiling against the kiss

to be honest you don’t even want to let go to catch your breath, you’re certain you’d be happy dying like this- being kissed to death by your lover, tecchou

he finally lets go of you and you watch as he stares at you for what feels like an eternity- and you don’t complain, how could you? 

"i”  kiss “love” kiss “you” kiss “so so much” kiss kiss kiss

you’re a blushing mess and youre certain you both look like a bunch of giddy idiots who are so enchanted by the other that all you want to do is kiss forever and ever, and you’re pretty sure tecchou would do exactly that if he could - goddamn humans and their need for oxygen

tecchou always was misunderstood for the most of his life, his special ability certainly didn’t help his case of alienation either, but he was more than happy to catch up on all those years with loving you

he pulls you in for another kiss

[dangerehrenn]

Hi! Please may I request platonic hc’s with all the guys (or maybe just a few if you don’t wanna write too much! ) where the reader comes out to them as lesbian? (So long as you feel comfortable with that)

Thanks so much! (P.S you absolutely deserve those 100 followers, well done!!)

of course!! and thank you! :’)

you come out to them as a lesbian

ehren:

when you sit down with him and let him know you have something important to tell him

he’s all ears, ready (and a bit anxious) to hear what you have to say

when you tell him he’ll pull you into a big hug

he’s so happy you trust him enough to tell him

will start an argument with anyone who has anything negative to say about it

“dude what the fuck is your problem?! this doesn’t affect you in any way, back the fuck off”

i feel like he’ll be a bit shy asking you about things at first

but then he relaxes a bit, getting braver with his questions

“did you always know you like girls?” “was it hard coming out?” “has anyone reacted badly? cos i’ll punch them”

bam:

when you tell him, i feel like he’ll be the type to be like

“oh cool, can i watch you make out with a chick then?”

but as a joke!! he was only kidding

he’s so proud of you for coming out

(bro will probs throw u a party)

tells you to tell him immediately if anyones a creep about it

he’ll kick their ass

or if he can’t kick their ass he’ll definitely embarrass them

“dude your ex told me you have a tiny dick so shut up”

ryan:

hugs you so much when you come out to him

always reminding you he’s proud of you for coming out, he can guess at how much of a big deal it was for you

“i’m so proud of you, y/n”

big brother mode has been activated so he will actually beat someone up if they have a problem with it

“you want me to break your fucking nose?”

and he has broken a few peoples noses because they were being so gross / hateful about it

asks u a lot of questions about it

how did you realise you were a lesbian, how long have you known, why you decided to tell him

(honestly he asks the questions just to get you to smile & see u excited about telling him)

johnny:

so chill about it

“alright that’s cool”

if you didn’t like his reaction he’s gonna be confused

he thought you would just want him to be chill about it rather than making a big fuss

but if you wanted him to make one, he will gladly do so

like bam, he’ll probably throw you a party

he’ll gladly insult someone half to death if they’re being mean to you about it

and he’ll embarrass them at the same time

“oh look everyone, we have proof that people can live without a brain!”

dave:

he’s so incredibly happy for you

“way to go y/n, i’m so proud of you”

he will buy you pride flags

but he seems like the type to buy you one just bc it looked cool

not because it’s the lesbian flag

“what do you mean there’s a difference between this one and the lesbian one? they’re both cool looking?”

if anyone is ever cruel or gross about your sexuality

he will offer to shit in their food

and if you say yes, he’ll definitely do it

steveo:

if you’re nervous about his reaction after telling him

he’ll instantly lighten the mood and reassure you that he’s okay with it

“oh you like girls? me too dude”

will prank anyone who’s a dick about it

will also tell the other guys if any ones being weird about your sexuality so they can all gang up on them

he’ll make people apologise to you

even if all they did was pull a face when they found out you were a lesbian

it doesn’t matter to him because they’ve still shown disgust towards something you can’t change

“you owe y/n an apology, go do it now or i’ll kick you in the nuts so hard they come out of your mouth”

wee man:

super happy for you

he wants to support u any way he can

will offer to go to pride with you, if that’s something you want to do

“y/n if you wanna go, im down, it’ll be fun”

will fight a homophobe if he needs to

and trust me he won’t go easy on them either

full blown rage that not many people have seen before from him

he’ll act like he didn’t just make a man cry for being rude to you

“you wanna grab some food?” “wee man you just beat the shit out of that guy” “yeah he deserved it. you wanna get food?”

preston:

he’s so happy for you and he’s so happy that you chose to tell him

if you don’t want anyone else knowing

he’ll never speak another word about it unless you want him to, and he’ll act like he’s clueless if anyone asks him

“idk, what’s a lesbian”

also extremely protective over u

“what, you think y/ns a lesbian? so what? is it any if your business anyway?”

will ask if you have a girlfriend, out of pure curiosity, not bc he’s trying to be weird

if you do, he wants to meet her asap, if you don’t he’ll help you find a gf

(only if you want one tho)

[cursedsunoo]

im so sorry i got so confused the FLUFF alphabet for taehyun

♡ KANG TAEHYUN FLUFF ALPHABET ♡

A = admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

♡ he adores your smile — watching you turn your head to look at him while you beam at him, or when you offer small smiles when he compliments you, he lives for those moments and the sights that come with them

B = body (what is their favourite part of your body?)

♡ taehyun's favourite part of your body has to be your nose — he just thinks it's adorable when you scrunch it up, and he can't stop himself from tapping it whenever he has the chance to

C = cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

♡ he loves when you lay your head on his chest or the other way around — he just likes to be physically close to you

D = dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

♡ lazy dates with you are his favourite — at-home movie nights, just hours spent in bed talking to each other — not to say that he doesn't like public dates though (if publics dates, then more often than not you'll find yourself at a table in a small cafe)

E = emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

♡ he kinda bottles up his emotions unless you go out of your way to ask him about them — he doesn't want to dump his emotions onto you, but if you offer your help or tell him it's okay to be emotional around you, then he'll do so

F = family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

♡ yes and no — he's really on the fence about children, but he's down for a shared pet whenever. if i were to say when or if he'd settle down with a child, i'd have to say his late twenties or very early thirties

G = gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? what are their habits when it comes to this?)

♡ he's not the best gift-giver in general, but when it comes time to birthdays or christmas (if you celebrate it) taehyun knows exactly what you want — he's a very good listener

H = holding hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

♡ he's down to hold hands whenever — taehyun regularly brings his hands to yours during dinners out or if the two of you are laying down (he finds ways to hold your hands in the quietest and most calm situations

I = injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

♡ he's actually pretty calm when you get hurt — he puts on a brave face for you since he doesn't want to stress you out more then you already are (he also always has some form of bandages or ointment on him in case anyone he cares about gets hurt)

J = jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

♡ he has his smartass moments with you, but taehyun isn't a big jokester by himself — if he's with one of the guys (cough cough bemogyu or hueningkai) then you can expect him to become creative

K = kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

♡ he's really into short and sweet kisses in general — he likes to be able to simply lean in and peck your lips quickly without there being too much thought or passion behind it (he's also a little shy about any other types of kisses)

L = love (how do they show you they love you?)

♡ taehyun does this thing that whenever you're not looking at him or simply if you're talking to someone else, he'll stare at you with these literal heart eyes for everyone to see — while he's not the most vocal about his love, it's obvious to everyone around him that he's head over heals for you

M = memory (favourite memory together?)

♡ there was a day that taehyun had taken away from his schedule and planned a day entirely for the two of you — i'm talking the two of you going to a bunch of shops, dining in a nice restaurant, and walking around at night (there was this one band playing on the street and taehyun had pulled you to dance with him)

N = nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

♡ hurting you in anyway — even if it's accidentally when the two of you are goofing around, taehyun doesn't want to hurt you in anyway (he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did)

O = oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

♡ when he laughs, he looks to you usually to see if you're laughing as well — taehyun wants you to be able to laugh and have fun at the same time he is (he bases his emotions around your own quite a bit)

P = pet names (what do they like to call you?)

♡ taehyun isn't the most involved with pet names, so he doesn't have many things that he calls you — if you have a longer name, he just shortens it, but if you have a shorter name, he may find a way to make it longer/into a nickname

Q = quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

♡ spending time with taehyun is either action packed or the most action packed thing ever, it really depends on his mood for the day, as well as how you're feeling — taehyun likes being out and about for most dates, say at a diner, an amusement park, or simply the movies

R = rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

♡ old school — urban cone (it's such a good song, listen to it)

S = secrets (how open are they with you?)

♡ he could be a lot more open but he's not hiding anything that could harm your relationship — taehyun loves his privacy so it's not really a wonder as to why he doesn't tell you absolutely everything

T = time (how long did it take you to get together?)

♡ getting together with taehyun would take a hella long time — taehyun would dance around his feelings and or feel as if you weren't into him (even if it was blatantly obvious that you were into him) — he gets overwhelmed by his emotions easily so he tries to back out of things (including confessing to you)

U = upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

♡ taehyun isn't the best at comforting you, but he tries his best — his words may be fumbles, and his movements may be hesitant, but he offers an unjudging ear and a shoulder you can lean on without care

V = vaunt (what are they proud of? do they like to show you off?)

♡ like i had said before, taehyun values his privacy, both his own personal privacy, and his relationship privacy — he doesn't show you off to random people, but the boys could write an entire essay on how whipped taehyun is for you within minutes with how much info they have

W = warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

♡ he doesn't condone fighting so he would pull you away from a fight if something ever broke out, but if someone were to lay their hands on you, he wouldn't hesitate to step in to stop it

X = x-ray (how well are they able to read you?)

♡ normally, taehyun is really good at reading you, but if you're in a sad or even angry mood, taehyun finds it extremely difficult to tell where you are on the scale and what exactly could be causing you grief

Y = yes (how would they propose to you?)

♡ it's a very chill proposal — i'm imagining the two of you are out and about and you sit down on a bench for a short break, one minute he's sitting normally and the next he's holding out a box for you to open. only when you open that box and gasp is when he'll drop down to a knee

Z = zen (what makes them feel calm?)

♡ laying in the dark with you — with no noisy group members around, no obnoxious blue lights, and close to zero sounds in the room, taehyun finds peace with his head tucked into the top of your own

© cursedsunoo — all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, or repost my work without my explicit permission

[meetmyblondemuffins]

hiya abbie! how's it going? here's a smutty request for ya lovely. maybe something where the reader is having a spicy dream about either remus or james and sirius is like wtf when he hears her like moaning their name in her sleep. then when she wakes up she has no recollection of this dream but sirius is all quiet and sad puppy so when he explains she shows him she only wants him? woke up in a seggsy mood what can i say

a/n: hey, sorry this took so long. I've just been very busy over the past week. Also im going to do this as headcanons. I kinda went off of what you requested but i hope you like it all the same.💜

warnings: penetrative sex (lmk if i missed any)

-> So, your having a sleepover in the marauders dorm. Which you do pretty often being Sirius's girlfriend

-> And lets just say that moony is still in the hospital wing from his transformation with Peter looking after him and James is "sleeping over" in Lily's room

-> So Sirius has kinda been neglecting your attempts to get him into bed with you, which is very unusual because Sirius is like a horny teenager

-> So you get the marauders to help you prank Sirius, you don't tell them exactly what your doing. but just tell them to stay out of the dorm until the morning

-> You both get ready for bed, then slip in and Sirius doesn't think twice of your empty dorm.

-> Once your sure Sirius is asleep, you start whimpering quietly, slowly getting louder and louder, till your full-on moaning James's name

-> Sirius is a pretty light sleeper so when he hears the noise your making he wakes up in a daze.

-> When he realises it's James's name your moaning, he gets all sad puppy dog and moves over to another bed in the dorm

-> This wasn't the reaction you were expecting, you were expecting him to wake you up and completely ravage your aching pussy.

-> So, you pretend to wake up and slowly move over to the bed he was in (Which happened to be James's)

-> "Sirius" you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. "S'not what you were saying earlier" he grumbled back almost as if he were crying

-> "Sirius I'm sorry it was a joke, i may have taken it too far" you were pleading now

-> Sirius was still turned away

-> You decided to make Sirius know who you belonged too

-> "Sirius you know I'm yours, and your only" you pleaded with him "Let me show you"

-> This triggered something inside of Sirius

-> he'd have you on your stomach, whimpering and babbling as he ground into your flimsy pyjama

-> he doesn't care that you're barely able to form coherent sentences, that your body's covered in a sheen layer of sweat, and that you're gasping for him to let you cum

-> "nah, love...you forgot whose pussy this is...so i'm only letting her cum when i'm good and ready"

-> his words are making you pathetically mewl, walls clamping around him as he once again denies you the possibility of releasing all over him like you desperately need to

-> "it's your pussy–s'your pussy...please...baby please" you choke on a sob as you beg, only to gasp when he bottoms out inside of your heat and hold himself there

-> your walls flutter, tense, and ripple around him and it only grows harder to not cum around him

-> "you're gonna let someone else have you? gonna give up my pussy to someone who can't fuck you like the slut you are? tell me–"

-> "no! nonono...m'so sorry...m'sorry"

-> you sound blissfully tired and frustrated, like he's holding your orgasm hostage

-> His moans low and animalistic in your ear as you scratch down his back

-> Sirius' pace gets faster, and before you know it, your finishing

-> he doesn't last long either, spilling himself inside the condom, his doe eyes looking into e/c orbs

-> you're in a trance of pure pleasure

-> Sirius stares at you with bliss, watching you, your walls fluttering around him

-> He pulls out , and you whine at the feeling

-> Sirius kisses you passionately and wrapped his arms around you

-> settling your nose into the crook of his neck

-> Sirius presses soft kisses onto your temple when you drift off into a deep slumber beside him and it doesn't take long for him to fall asleep too

taglist:

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[hoonloveclub]

holding hands with enha:

bf!enhypen x gn!reader, fluff!

a/n: very extremely soft hehehe <33 i really hope u guys enjoy it i had a really fun time writing it!

heeseung:

HAND SQUEEZES AND HAND RUBS

BUT ESPECIALLY HAND SQUEEZES

you guys are just watching a movie together

obviously to all the boys bc rom coms keep u alive

a funny part comes up that triggers a memory of you two so u share it with him

“do u remember when i asked u to do the iconic pocket spin so u did and i tripped and fell on my face sdkjdjklsf BYE THAT WAS EMBARASSING”

*he tries so hard not to laugh to comfort you but he fails miserably*

“YES I REMEMBER AND U WERE SO EXCITED TOO SJKDFSLKJDF”

you guys turn to each other, lock eyes and start laughing so hard

after yall tone down a bit he takes your hand, squeezes it comfortingly, and pats it with his other hand saying 

“it’s okay u tried, not your best, but you tried”

“thanks for the good words of encouragement hee” 

he smiles brightly at u

and your heart melts right then and there

jay:

the pocket hand hold yall know what im talking abt

VERY nonchalantly grabs your hand while walking and tucks it into his pocket

*you’re kinda surprised so u look over to him and he’s not meeting your eyes as u walk LOL*

*his eyes are everywhere but yours until he meets them* “why are you looking at me with those eyes”

your eyes are literally glistening with affection

“PLS JAY STOP BEING SO PRIDEFUL IK ALL YOUR SECRETS” 

u continue to whisper “ik you’re a simp for me inside” followed by a sly smirk

“PSH yea sure y/n” he stares at u with a straight face but he can’t hold back his happiness bc, like u said, he’s a simp for u 

“HAH WHAT DID I SAY” u point at his face

“AGH THIS IS EMBARASSING ITS NOT MY FAULT U LOOK SO CUTE” he facepalms himself

“STOP U ARENT ALLOWED TO SAY THAT” u shove your face into his arm

*he looks at u then away to hide his reemerging smile that he knows u would make fun of for eternity*

jake: 

he is ALWAYS holding your hand

doesn’t even realize it (but you do) so u decide to see how he’d react if u kept pushing his hand off yours

yall are sitting next to each other on your phones and he’s mindlessly playing with your fingers

u slowly push his fingers off and he eventually reaches for your hand instinctively again (which u expected) so u do it a couple more times

until the fourth time u push his hand off he looks up at you with a really sad face 

“why do you keep pushing my hand away :((( do you not like it?”

HES LEGIT SO SAD U START FEELING SO GUILTY

“IM SORRY DONT BE SAD IT WAS A SMALL PRANK IM SORRY DONT BE SAD” 

*you grab his hand, entwine it with yours and shower him with affection bc he’s sulky*

“i really thought u didnt like it for seconddd” he shyly laughs and does that thingy where he holds his chest playfully

sunghoon:

yk i dont think he’s a man of physical affection BUT hes the type to hold your hand to drag u places or do something out of the ordinary

*slams the door open*

“Y/N”

“wassup”

*stands there for 10 seconds then approaches u and aggressively grabs your hand and pulls u off the chair*

“okay??!! what’s the rushhh”

*he doesn’t reply he just grabs your other hand, smiles so happily YK THE ONE WHERE HE SCRUNCHES HIS NOSE  then proceeds to dance with u randomly*

*starts singing very badly on purpose too*

u cant help but smile and sing along too

a whole jam sesh 

jungwon walks in then immediately out bc who are these crazies

sunoo:

HOLDING PINKIES OH MY WORD

when u guys are shopping at an outdoor mall walking side by side he suddenly stops

“sunoo? u good??”

“Y/N! HOW COULD WE FORGET!!” 

*you’re looking back at him in distress*

“WHAT??? DID WE LEAVE SOMETHING AT THE BENCH??” you pat your pockets

“noooo” *he holds up his pinky finger*

“oh my god sunoo u scared meee”

u run over and connect pinkies w/him with a wide smile and he reciprocates with giggles

YALL THE ARE THE CUTEST ISTG

jungwon:

he really likes fidgeting with your hand jewelry so rings or even bracelets

rolling your rings around your finger

pulling at the strings of your bracelets

*is fidgeting with your rings and realizing that it was the matching mood ring u got with him*

*gasps with wide eyes*

“Y/N I DIDNT KNOW U ACTUALLY WEAR THE RING”

“YOU DONT??? jungwon... i think we should break up”

*he stands up abruptly runs away and comes back in with the ring on*

“hehe what do u mean i was wearing it the whole time it was just a prank~~~” (it wasnt lol)

he runs over to you and clinks the rings together and entwines your fingers with a pretty smile u couldn’t resist 

niki:

intertwined fingers and lots of aggressive swinging 

*grabs your hand and slowly starts swinging but it escalates very quickly*

“RIKI MY ARM IS ABOUT TO FALL OFF”

*literally doesn’t realize he’s swinging so aggressively*

*looks over to u cutely*

“OH SORRY- did i hurt you??”

*doesnt even wait for you to answer, goes straight in for hug and head pat* “ah! sorryyyyyyyyy”

all u do is laugh bc the situation is so dumb LMFAO

u guys connect hands again and start aggressively swinging your hands and skipping too 

VERY WHOLESOME

[dangan-writing]

I need a n g s t

Kokichi, Nagito and Shuichi with a s/o that’s really forgiving? You could make them end up in the hospital and they’d forgive you

So what if they accidentally kill them and their s/o still forgives them?

If you want, you can do a happy ending where they live! Your choice! :)

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*__ i pick different endings if that's okay Anon, And i picked it to be in the killing game, please tell me if you want it to be changed Anon.

*__ and i apologise if it seems rushed, it's hard to write for 3 character's. And also because you were probably waiting for so long. you can still request for me to remake it Anon, don't worry ^^

*___ Tw -> Ch/king, po/soning, Ka/de, caps, violence, curse words, f/re, injuries

*___Mod Miaya___*

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*___Kokichi Oma___*

When somebody hurts you Kokichi will be fucking rude to them since they don't deserve respect since they hurted you

"Ah Kokichi! Calm down, it didn't hurt that much! I'm okay, see?" You try to move around, but gasping because of the pain "O-Oh.." "See! You got really hurt! That person is gonna get it!!" Kokichi wails "H-hey, i forgive them.. it's not like they murdered me or anything! I'm still here, with just some small injury!" You giggled "Are you that nice?" Kokichi mumbled, before getting up "Hey c'mon! Let's go to Keeboy and have fun with him!" Kokichi smiled mischievously, you laugh "let's go."

That was actually to distract you and go to the person who hurted you and prank the fuck out of the person-

He's concerned about you, i mean. A forgiving S/O? He'll be watching out the people who talks to you, he's a liar. He'll know if they're lying or not. It's impossible for them to hurt you since you have a liar by your side! Impossible he says as he didn't realize they lied in front of his face as you and the person walked away together

After a few minutes passed, he was concerned. Why were you two taking so long? You two must not have been- no, that can't be. Unless...

Shit.. he ran looking after you "S/O!!~ where are you?~ we better not play hide and seek! You'd know i win easily~" he tried to keep up his facade, not wanting to freak himself out... then he saw you tied up, with blood and bruises all over you, with you breathing heavily.

"S/O!" He ran towards you, not even noticing the trap beneath him. As he tried to remove the ropes around you, as he turned around, the door was closed and fire started appearing "Oh shit, t-there was a trap?" He was trying to remove the ropes but it was too tight "Aha.. Don't worry we'll get out of h-here S/O! And we'll get that bastard later for doing this to you dear!" He started to breathe heavily, some smoke blocking his vision. He started to grow weaker "H-ha.. S/O i'm t-truly sorry.." he passed out, luckily people started to bust the door open. The people.. Gonta, and Kaito. With Tenko and the other people "S/O, KOKICHI!" Gonta yelled "Is there any water to put the fire out?" Tenko asked, she doesn't even care if the males save them she just wants them to be saved "I have it here!" Kaito yelled holding some fire grenades with him, he passed the fire grenades to everyone and they started to throw it in the fire

After some minutes, the fire stopped. The others rushed in there finding you two, they picked you two up and put you two in the dorms, Kirumi offered to heal you two. 1st degree burns.. a lot of bruises and blood on you. It took you two two days to wake up.. Kokichi woke up first "nghn.. uh what happened?" Kokichi asked, confused before realizing "ah!- is S/O okay! They better be okay!" Kokichi pouted, looking at Kirumi "they're okay, they just needed more rest then they'll be fine, no need to wory Kokichi. I attended to their injuries quickly after everyone pulled you two out of the fire, they are right next to you Kokichi." Kokichi looked next to him to see you beside him resting peacefully "oh damn, nishishi~" Kokichi looked at Kirumi "Can you leave? I have something to do, like a leader would do!" Kokichi just want to cuddle you actually. Kirumi did as he said, but she knew that he wanted to cuddle you after seeing you there beside him, she smiled.

Cuddling..

After some cuddling you woke up aswell due to his constant moving

"Mmmm Koshi..?" You groaned, half asleep. You rubbed your eyes for a bit "Heeeeey your awake noow! You take too long to wake up!" Kokichi childishly pouted, it's too adorable to be guilty with it, you laugh "That's not going to work in me, that's too adorable y'know?" Kokichi tried his scary face, it's a little intimidating. But it's still cute "still cute-" "Man can't you be scared of me!?" Kokichi cried out! Shaking his arms like a child

After you two were okay now, everyone besides one was trying to find the person who almost killed the both of you

It took 1-2 hours to find the the person who did this

It.. was Angie?

"Uhm.. Why did you try to kill S/O and uh, Ouma-san?" Shuichi asked Angie, who was tied up in a chair "Ahhh~ S/O wanted to give their blood to Atua! That's what Atua told Angie!~" Angie was cheerful as always. Almost everyone didn't believe that "Hey you almost killed me and my dearest S/O!" Kokichi wailed trying to attack Angie, but Gonta was holding onto him as Shuichi said, Angie laughed "S/O offered me some of their-" Shuichi isn't having none of it "Listen.. uhm, you almost killed S/O and Kokichi, how is that uh- related to Atua? And you started a fire for hell's sake...!" Shuichi yelled at Angie, Angie didn't smile. It sended chills on all of their spines.. it wasn't normal for her to not smile, since she always smiles. Seems like she isn't gonna talk for the time "Guys, please don't worry, i forgive her." You jumped in "WHAT? She almost killed you y'know!?" Kaito yelled "Yeah! The idiots right! Angie killed you!" "She's not dead you fuckin' brat!" Miu yelled at Kokichi "h-huh? That w-was uncalled for!" Oh dear now she messed up "W-Wai-" "WWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Kokichi wailed, annoying the others, especially Korekiyo, Kaito, and Maki. They left as soon Kokichi started to cry, except for Kaito-

"Like i said, i forgive her. I'm still alive anyways so that's good right?"

"You forgivable cutie.." Kokichi mumbles

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*___Nagito Komaeda___*

He's a bit protective, you forgive people so easily. He doesn't mind if it's the hopeful people but, the despairful people?? Fuck no he won't let them go to you ever again, he has a quick eye. He'll catch them if they are looking at you

"S/O! Why do you forgive such despairing ugly humans, they hurted you!" Nagito spoke, angrily confused, you are filled with hope thats what he loves but you are a bit too considerate about *everyone's* feelings, even if it's a inanimate object you still refuse to break it.. you really are filled of hope.. too much hope "Huh? Why i forgive people all the time? Uhm... it's just my nature to forgive them, i am aware of how forgiveful i am. I forgive them, but that doesn't mean i like them, listen.. i forgive people but i stay away from them. I can understand when i forgive someone when they hurted me for so long, that's why you never see me with the people i know that hurted me Nagito." You try to give an explaination, of course. You know it isn't all but you decided to give an answer for him to know "S/O.. i.. i understand, how stupid am i to question such hope!" Nagito please calm down we care for you-

You saw him walking, bringing some stuff. Is.. is that poison? Spear, rope, speakers... what is he planning again? He walked inside the warehouse, you need to stop him from being reckless again. But you didn't move from your spot, you waited for a little while. Then you heard fireworks? Then.. running, everyone? They walked to the warehouse, Akane trying to bust the door open. You still stayed im your spot, trying to see if someone is doing stupid. Eventually Akane busted the door open, then you heard

Fire. What the hell? Wasn't Nagito in there? Shit.. You run in the warehouse

"NAGITO!!" you yelled, trying to get the fire canisters and threw them on the fire, it only made the fire more bigger? It's a fire canister.. isn't it suppose to put the fire out? Soon everyone moved and threw the individual fire canister's

Soon enough, the sprinklers put the fire out. You stood up "NAGITO ARE THERE!?" You tried to run in but Monokuma stopped you "Uh-Oh! Unfortuantely you can't be in here for now! Now get out so i can fix this damn warehouse!" You all got kicked out, after 6 minutes Monokuma appeared "Yahhoo, now it's finished now go in there you damn kids!" it's finally done.. honestly it felt like forever. But no time for that, you all ran in the warehouse "hmnn, i smell somethin'.." Akane's nose twitched like a beast when she said that "...That's probably because of the fire earlier.." Chiaki said, and Chiaki pointed out the there was space in the curtains from here, Hajime walked next to the curtain. You felt sick, it can't happen to him plea-

Ding dong bing bong! A body has been discovered! After a certain amount of time, a class trial will begin!

Screams, Kazuichi, Sonia.. and of course you.

You ran to his body begging that this isn't real "plEASE THIS ISN'T- ISN'T R-REAL" You sobbed, the others felt pity.. They tried to drag you away from his body, of course they did take you away from his body.

You eventually pass out from crying, too tired to investigate for the trial. They dragged you in the trial room, you wouldn't wake up so they had no choice but to drag you in the trial. Few minutes later you woke up

"N-Nagito.. set one of us as the killer..." what? Set one of us?

"Huh? What do you mean he set someone as the murderer..?" you asked in disbelief, Hajime explained what basically happened while you were asleep, you just stood there. You tried to focus, you threw a fire canister in the fire, but it only made the fire larger than before.

What...? This.. is unfair unfair- no.

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"I know who did it." You spoke, interrupting their panicking which they snapped out of it when they looked at you "You only decide to talk now!?" Kazuichi yelled, obviously scared for his life "yeah" you nod "uhm.. may i ask who it is?" Sonia nervously asked, you sighed heavily "uh, it's me."

"W-what!? That can't be true! You saved me when i was starvin'!' Akane yelled out "Huuuuuhhh!? What the hell? S/O bought you some food?! That w-wasn't supposed to be allowed-" Monokuma looked dumbfounded until he was cut off "Who the hell cares!? They still saved me.." Akane looked down, it felt like Nekomaru's death all of a sudden..

Hajime and others felt like crying, you were like a leader trying to protect them even though you forgive people too easily "..." Chiaki didn't said anything, she just looked at you. You smiled at her "Do... do you forgive Komaeda-san for what happened S/O?" Chiaki asked "of course not! He set them up as the culprit you kno-" "Yes." You answered, ignoring Kazuichi's comment "hnm, you still forgive him? After he set you up S/O?" She tilt her head "yes, i know he must have a reason. He wouldn't kill someone for his own benifit, that's what i deduced, i believe he has a reason for this. He loves hope, he thinks me as his hope. He wouldn't just throw me away without an explanation, why would he call me a despairing person? I.. yes, i forgive him.." you lowered your head, you didn't understand any of this, why would he kill himself and you?

"Alrighty! Time to vote! Who would be chosen as the blackened?" Monokuma butted in the conversation "Goodbye everyone.. please remember me and everyone in this damned killing game." You smiled, looking at everyone. You are terrified of what kind of execution you have, but you tried to forget it.

This.. is goodbye for me.

S/O has been found guilty, time for the execution!

Right.. goodbye.

I forgive you all for..

*___Shuichi Saihara___*

The same with the two guys, he'll be pretty protective of you since you are so forgiving, there's a high chance you'll get killed because of your friendly nature and he doesn't want that to happen, not ever

"S-S/O, please try to be less considerate.. N-Not that you should be r-rude to anyone! I mean.. you s-shouldn't forgive p-people that easily, even if they are s-sorry. They hurted you uhm, S/O you don't have to feel o-obligated to forgive them." He hugged you, making you feel protected. You laughed

"Ahah, Shuichi. Thank you, i understand that i shouldn't forgive people that easily but, we really are just like that. No matter how many times they hurted us we forgive them. we people, are like that." You tighten the hug, smiling onto his chest

"S-S/O!" He screamed as he rushed towards you, you choking. He didn't realize he put in the poison instead the water.

"S/O DON'T DIE YET PLEASE" Shuichi was panicking, he is gonna murder his own S/O because he was losing sleep that he didn't realize that he put poison in your drink.

'Please pleaee please please please please please please please please please please please please pleaee please please please please please please please please'

..it....

..It was too late? He looked at your dead body.

"S-S/O.. I.. I'm so sorry... i'm such a failure.." he caressed your face. Sobbing, Before.

Ding dong bing bong! A body has been discovered, after a certain amount of time, a class trial will begin!

"WH-WHAT THE HELL!?" Miu screamed out, she rushed to hide in Kaito's back "EEEEEEIIIII, POOICHI IS THE MURDERER!" "What the hell Shuichi!" Kaito stumbled back a bit. Their screams of terror alerted the others, making Kaede, with Tsumugi and Rantaro on her trail.

"H-huh Shuichi!?" "Aaaauuuhh! The killing has started! It's much more different than Sakura's death on Danganronpa trigger happy hav-" "S-Shuichi.." Kaede, Tsumugi, and Rantaro reacted altogether, Rantaro ran towards Shuichi pushing him and trying to do something so he couldn't move "Anyone here have any rope? We need to tie him up first before questioning whats happened." Rantaro stated, looking up at the others "I-I'm sorry.." Rantaro looked down at Shuichi "you will have to explain yourself later, we don't know if you are the culprit, but be honest later on aight?" Shuichi didn't reply

Korekiyo walked in the scene, with a velvet colored rope in hand "i heard that you will be needing this, and so i give this rope to you Amami-san.." Korekiyo handed him the rope " Thanks Kiyo." Amami tied up Shuichi but didn't question on how Korekiyo found the rope but he isn't complaining "Kekehehe.. it is no problem Amami-san..." weirdo..

After they tied him up, they investigated the crime scene first before talking to him because that will waste their time, as they all went to the trial grounds, with Shuichi still tied up. Kaito guarding so he couldn't run away.

"So.. Shuichi, Why did you plan on killing your S/O. Your S/O." Rantaro said. Even if he is not your S/O he cared abiut you deeply, to just see your dead body fuels him with rage "Y-yeah.. Why Shuichi, you guys loved eachother so deeply, i don't understand why you k-killed them." Kaede tried not to sob, but horribly failed "I... i-i didn't mean to kill them, i was tired, stupid.. just vote me out already, i don't care if i die." .. Nobody tried to argue against him, he already admitted it, no point of arguing anyway

"Man you guys got it right! That was boring. an accidental death! Woohoo surely they wouldn't forgive him, he killed them. They wanted to live, yet. You.. killed... them! Puhuhuhu..lets get with on it, i have a special punishment for the ultimate detective, Shuichi Saihara!" Some of the people were clenching their fists, the ultimate detective.. was going to get executed "Let's give it everything we've got! It's... PUNISHMENT TIIIME!"

...

..

.

Huh? What..

What? Why is he, in a pod? He saw someone outside of the pod..is that? No way, S/O?

You opened the pod, smiling at him "well hello there Shuichi, it's so good to see you again." You held his hand, he looked dumbfounded, soon tears started to build up "S-S/O!" He hugged you tightly, not wanting to let go "I'm s-so sorry.. i didn't mean to kill you! I-i... you can hurt me, anything to make you satisfied with what happened.." Shuichi begged you to do it.. he's sobbing, he's so sorry "it's okay dear, i know you didn't mean it! I forgive you! I don't care how many times you hurt me, i'll always forgive you Shuhara. I love you too much for me to not forgive you, or anyone." You caressed his face, smiling softly at him.

"A-ah.." he looked down before smiling, you standed up and he followed what you did "Now, let's go and watch the others now Detective Shuhara."

"Of course."

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wolfstar headcanons that ✨just make sense✨

french sirius and welsh remus

they would speak to each other in their different languages all the time, mostly just to mess with each other.

they’d also say really romantic things, but in their different language, so the other wouldn’t know

remus is like insanely tall, but always slouches, whereas sirius is literally a dwarf but stands up really tall (talk about that ✨aristocracy✨ you know)

when remus had his growth spurt in the summer of fifth year, sirius was, understandably, shocked

but also maybe a little annoyed

how was he supposed to kiss him now?

in the end he decided to just grab his tie and pull him down

which remus didn't particularly mind

remus keeps his hair short, because it gets in the way. sirius loves remus' hair, because of how curly it is - remus hates it for the same reason

'I look like an idiot, pads!'

'no, you look cute.'

after sirius started living with the potters', his hair grew long, finally free of the strict rules of grimmauld place

when remus saw his long hair for the first time, on the train platform, he fell in love with him a little more

sirius turns into padfoot on the days surrounding the full moon to comfort remus. he’s literally like a therapy dog at this point.

sirius’ bed hasn’t been slept in since fifth year

cuddles

so many cuddles

lots of pda, much to james’ disgust

‘ugh, you guys, get a room!’

‘prongsie stop being homophobic.’

‘im not- what am i even supposed to say to that??’

‘nothing, that’s the point.’

sirius has a tattoo of the full moon that changes with the moon phases and remus has a tattoo of the canis major constellation - while the rest are just inked on, the sirius star seems to be actually glowing.

remus always seems to lose his jumpers, even though they’re some of his most valued items of clothing. he will eventually find sirius wearing them, but he can’t even be mad because sirius just looks so adorable in them.

remus, in return, will steal sirius’ leather jacket, which sirius doesn’t particularly mind. james, however, gets especially mad whenever this happens

‘well how come he’s allowed to wear it and I’m not? I’m literally your brother!’

sirius rests his head on remus’ lap whilst remus reads to him, and remus will stroke his hand through sirius' hair

remus loves to french plait his hair, and sirius is adamant about leaving the plait in for as long as possible

‘sirius, it’s been three days, you need to wash your hair! I can always re-plait it!’

‘...fine. but only if you promise.’

remus is constantly freezing cold, which shows through the countless jumpers and scarves he will pile on, even in the height of summer

his feet alone are like blocks of ice, which sirius never misses an opportunity to complain about whenever they share a bed

sirius, on the other hand, is a human sauna, and will still be wearing shorts in the middle of winter

when they cuddle, their contrasting levels of body heat cancel each other out perfectly

basically, whenever remus gets too cold, or sirius gets too hot, you’ll undoubtedly find them clinging to each other

sirius always gets really worried after the full moon, and insists on looking after remus - he makes sure he has enough pillows, sneaks him food because the hospital wing food isn’t the nicest, makes him drink water, takes notes for him during the lessons he misses, and just generally stays by his side as long as he can, until madam pomfrey has to kick him out

sirius worries so much during and after the full moon that it often makes remus feel guilty, but he also finds it really sweet that sirius cares so much

he still tries to make sirius see sense and stop him from worrying, because he has really bad self esteem issues after the full moon and doesn’t think he deserves it. whenever he tries to tell sirius this, he says that sirius shouldn’t feel obligated to look after him, because he’s a monster.

every single time, sirius will take his hand, look into his eyes, and tell him firmly, ‘you are not a monster, moony.’

peter will then add that ‘you fold your socks, moony, we’re not exactly scared of you.’

and remus will wonder how he got so lucky as to have such amazing friends

whenever sirius is ill, remus will try his best to return the favour. sirius will insist that he doesn’t get ill, ‘don’t worry, remus, I’m fine’, even though he can barely move

but remus won’t listen, and turns into a proper mother hen, fussing over him and making sure he has everything he need, just trying to repay sirius for all he does during the full moons

illness = constant cuddles

but lbr there are constant cuddles regardless

they got together because they both kept confiding in james and lily about their unrequited feelings and how hopelessly in love they were, and james and lily got sick of it and decided to work together to set them up bc they were both so hopelessly oblivious.

that’s also how lily got to know james better, and see that he wasn’t as arrogant as she thought, and he actually cares deeply about his friends

but these are wolfstar headcanons not jily so moving on

they had a very touchy feely relationship even before they got together. they were always very close, and their bond was different than it was with james and peter

sirius loves to bake, whilst remus loves to cook, but if they try to do it the other way around, bad things happen

they would often sneak into the kitchens late at night and try to make something, fool around, mess up, and end up snogging surrounded by the mess of ingredients

late nights on the astronomy tower!! they did this even before they got together; when either of them couldn’t sleep, they would go up there and just sit together and look at the stars. their first date was a picnic up there, and it became their own special place where they both felt safe

nose kisses!! forehead kisses!! cheek kisses!! adorable

whenever they're messing about they'll almost always end up in each others arms, saying ‘I hate you’ whilst grinning bc they both know that they don’t mean it and it’s actually the exact opposite

when sirius can’t sleep, he’ll watch remus (in like. a non-creepy way) and count his freckles. once remus caught him in the act and thought it was the softest thing he’d ever seen

remus talks in his sleep. sometimes he just mutters random words that don’t make sense, and sometimes he can have full on conversations with sirius.

sirius thinks it’s the funniest thing ever and teases remus mercilessly about it in the mornings, even though remus has no memory of it and denies everything.

when they’re alone in the hospital wing after a full moon, sirius will hold remus’ hand and sing softly to comfort him and help him sleep.

remus absolutely adores sirius' voice, and tries to get him to sing more, and in front of other people, but sirius is adamant that the only reason he sings to remus is because it helps soothe him, and his voice isn’t all that great.

his lack of self confidence about his voice is due to his parents constantly yelling at him to stop singing, because they said it was annoying and he didn’t have a good voice, and he believed them, and still does. It’s one of his biggest insecurities.

the first time they said they loved each other was actually an accident. they had gotten all caught up in planning a prank and sirius smirked and said, ‘aren’t i just the most creative person you’ve ever met?’, with a dramatic flip of his hair

remus just chuckled and replied, ‘that’s why I love you.’

remus didn’t even realise he’d said it out loud until he saw sirius staring at him with a dropped jaw.

then remus panicked, but before he could get up and leave, sirius grinned and said it back.

and then they kissed, obviously

remus may be tough and sarcastic and sirius may be proud and overconfident but they’re both big softies really

remus cheers sirius on at every single quidditch practice, come rain or shine

he says he’s just supporting his boyfriend, but secretly he thinks Sirius looks really good in that quidditch jersey

remus loves it when sirius wears eyeliner. no reason. just looks cool.

literally everyone had a bet on when they would get together. minnie and dumbledore, james and pete, lily and marlene, james and lily, james and dorcas...

james likes betting

there are frequent updates on their relationship in the staff room, because all of the teachers just know they're meant to be

the teachers had a field day when they first got together

madam pomfrey, especially, always sees them together in the hospital wing, and by fourth year, is their no1 shipper

they both get frequent nightmares, and will always comfort each other and cuddle after because they feel safe in each other’s arms.

literally the least toxic relationship ever. they’re both incredibly honest with each other, always talk to each other about how they feel, but also have that perfect balance of banter

if not soulmates, why moon and stars??

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Wildmoore prompt 😁: Ryan is on a mission and she doesn't think she's gonna make it so she tries to confess her feelings to sophie...

Thanks for the prompt even though i'm pretty sure this was not what you had in mind. Sorry for any mistakes, your girl sucks at editing lol lemme know what you think and if anyone has another prompt im so down.

So here’s the thing. Ryan is a hero; total badass who can take whoever and whatever down. No competition. She’s your girl. But - and Ryan would like to point out it’s a big but - she’s not perfect. Which explains how, maybe, on her way to dispose of some fear toxin, she trips over Luke’s chair and the can of fear toxin goes tumbling down with her, hitting the floor at an angle and, essentially, popping open all over her batcave. Her initial reaction? Call out for Luke, but it only takes her, who knows, about five seconds before she’s breathing in some of that fear toxin, and with wide eyes she tells Luke to stay away.

Bless his heart, Ryan thinks as she watches him reach for a respirator he so conveniently has near one of his and Mary’s tables with fancy science equipment on them. Luke is quick to take action as he watches the gas surround Ryan in a way he’s never seen gas respond to anything before. Both he and Ryan stare wide eyed at each other as the gas from the toxin seems to focus on one intended target, circling around Ryan with malicious intent. And then, just like it appeared, the gas was gone, almost as if vanishing into thin air before Ryan felt herself lose consciousness.

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“Hey, so I got in contact with the GCPD and they were unhelpful - not that I’m surprised.” Sophie says nose deep in her notes as she walks into the batcave, not really paying attention to her surroundings as she goes over what she’s found on their latest case. “But I talked to an informant from one of the-”

“Sophie!?”

Sophie lifts her head at the sound of her name, her hazel eyes instantly finding Ryan’s own, but she frowns when she realizes Ryan is being kept chained up against a table on her own.

“What the-”

“Thank god you’re here.” Ryan says with a sigh of relief before her eyes go really wide and she’s erratically looking around Sophie for something before she turns to stare at her again. “Luke! H-he took away my suit a-and left me locked up here.”

That doesn’t make any sense. Sophie turns slightly to look behind her where the suit normally stayed. She scrunches her brows together when she sees the suit perfectly untouched. What is going on?

“Ryan, what’s going on? Are you okay?” Sophie asks as she stalks closer, frowning when she sees dried tear marks on Ryan’s cheeks.

“NO!” Ryan shrieks with a loud sob, her body now convulsing as she tries to shake out of her restraints. Sophie stops cold. “You have to be careful, she’s waiting.”

“Who’s waiting, Ryan? What?” Sophie looks around them again. Is she being pranked? Cause not funny.

Ryan hiccups before she starts shaking her head, eyes wide as she stares behind Sophie. Sophie turns but sees nothing.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Ryan says, but she’s not talking to Sophie, she’s talking to whatever Ryan was seeing behind her. “P-please don’t touch her.”

“Ryan?” Sophie raises her voice to try and catch the other woman’s attention, cupping her face in her hands as she tries her best to get brown eyes to look at her. Sophie doesn’t understand why she sees so much fear and grief in her eyes, and doesn't understand why Ryan seems to hold onto her arms like they’re her last grip on reality. “Hey,” Sophie whispers, “hey, you’re safe.”

“N-no, She’s h-here.” Ryan responds with a shake of her head, her hold on Sophie tightening enough to cause a small wince to grace Sophie’s face. “Before she t-takes me.” Ryan begins with a hiccup, her eyes now focusing behind Sophie again as tears begin to pool at her eyes. “I s-should have told y-you a long t-time ago, but I-I never found the r-right time. I l-love you. I’ve loved you s-since C-coryana.”

Sophie is at a loss for words. At a loss for what to feel. What was going on? If it weren’t for the absolute terror she saw in brown eyes, Sophie would have been certain this was a joke because Ryan? Love her back? She wasn’t born yesterday. She knew there was something between them - she wasn’t blind - but love? Ryan hadn’t even so much as mentioned anything to her - not that she had said anything about her own respective feelings, but that was a conversation for another time-

“Don’t you dare touch her, you bitch.” Ryan seethes as she wrestles against her bonds. Sophie leans back in shock before she hears the elevator of the batcave come to life. She watches as Luke storms out with a worried Mary right behind him.

“Sophie!”

“You can’t take her away!” Ryan shouts from behind Sophie, but she’s so caught up in whatever’s wrong that she doesn’t notice that she’s talking to literal air.

“Why does she think someone is trying to hurt her and take me away? What am I missing!? And why is she chained up!?” Sophie asks as she feels her head go crazy, too many things happening at once.

“There was an accident with the fear toxin she was putting away and she inhaled most of it.” Luke supplies in one breath as he worriedly stares over Sophie’s shoulder. “I called Mary to see if she can find a way to get the fear toxin out of her body faster.”

“Which I should,” Mary interrupts, the empty can of fear toxin in her hands as she examines it. “If this is the same fear toxin from yesterday, I should be able to produce an antidote that helps get the fear toxin out of her system.”

Sophie grimaces when she hears Ryan groan in pain. Her brows furrowed as she turned to look and saw Ryan doubled over, her restrained hands still struggling against the chains. Sophie moves to stand near Ryan again, unsure how her touch would be welcomed. Ryan snaps her eyes open and sits up straight, her arms flexing as she takes a deep breath and tries to burst out of her chain, but to no such luck.

“S-Sophie,” Ryan calls urgently, her eyes now focusing on her surroundings, "you need to leave! I c-can’t save you!”

“Ryan, we’re safe.” Sophie tries to reassure, reaching out to touch Ryan’s hand. Ryan twists her wrist and grabs onto the offered limb with a vice grip.

“I can’t lose you, Soph.” Ryan admits, her hand still wrapped around Sophie’s as she stares at her in horror. Her eyes can’t quite seem to focus on Sophie, instead they flicker in and out as she tries her best to keep an eye out for whatever it was that was terrorizing her. Sophie’s heart breaks as she tries her best to reassure Ryan they were safe, her thumb brushing over Ryan’s knuckles. “Please.”

“Ryan.” Sophie calls as she unsuccessfully tries to get Ryan to focus on her. “Hey,” Sophie says a little louder, causing Ryan to snap her eyes at her. “First of all, I’m not going anywhere, okay? We’re in this together. Second of all, this is almost over okay, so hang in there for a little longer.”

Ryan only seems to understand half of what she’s saying, the fear toxin doing it’s job in clouding her mind enough to make her uneasy about everything in front of her. How could she even trust this was her Sophie? Ryan had already seen so many flashes of her previous tormentors, each one circling her as if she were prey. This last one, though, had her blood run cold. She looks past Sophie and sits up just a little straighter - she knew she would come back, her taunting laugh echoing in her ear as the masked figure approaches her. Them. Sophie, Ryan thinks, her beautiful Sophie who was standing right in front of her as this masked figure was coming at her with sharp teeth and eyes that looked like death. Ryan musters all her strength before she manages to tip her chair forward, taking an unsuspecting Sophie with her, Ryan trying her best in trying to cover Sophie with her own body. It serves for a rough fall, though, because while Sophie had tried her best in catching Ryan, Ryan tumbles over half her body Ryan ended up falling face first onto the batcave floor knocking her unconscious.

—

Ryan wakes with a thunderous pounding in her head as she tries to blink through the haze in her eyes, the bright lights making her eyes water. She’s not exactly sure what’s happened; can’t remember anything but her talking to Luke earlier today, and with the thought, in sets her anxiety. She blinks a few more times until she can clearly make out the computers and medical equipment around her. She takes in a steady breath as she realizes that she’s still in the batcave. She hisses as she tries to move her hands, but they’re sore and she can barely muster enough strength to make a fist.

“You’re awake.” Ryan looks at her side, spotting Sophie making her way towards her from the batcave elevator, a bowl of soup in her hands as she slowly makes her way to Ryan.

“I-uh, yea,” Ryan answers with some unease. Her body feels tense and she can’t for the life of her find any strength to move.

“Hey, stay down.” Sophie instructs as she takes the chair already next to Ryan’s side. “I brought you some soup, I don’t know if you’re hungry, but you haven’t eaten anything in almost a day so you must be starving.”

“Not that hungry,” Ryan dismisses, “what the hell happened?”

“Well,” Sophie begins, setting the soup down on the nearest table. “You tripped and opened a can of fear toxin. Except, you happen to inhale one of the purest forms of it and it really did a number on you. Do you remember any of it?”

Ryan looks directly at Sophie, searching for something in hazel eyes. Does she remember anything? No, not exactly, everything seems to blur into one when she tries to think back, but she must have done something, right? Why else would Sophie be asking her that?

“Um,” Ryan begins, “I'm not sure.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Oh.”

“Don’t be a smartass, tell me what oh means.” Ryan says with a frustrated grumble. She must have done something. “Did I hurt someone?” She questions quickly, lifting her head almost as if to see if she might spot her unsuspecting victim just lying on the floor somewhere.

“No, you didn’t. Luke kept you chained up until you hit your head and passed out.” Sophie supplies, shifting in her seat with an uneasy feeling swirling in the pit of her stomach. Sophie looks down at her lap as she wills herself to say, “you did say somethings, though.”

Ryan grumbles at herself. “Fuck, what did I say?”

Sophie stays quiet for a second, unsure on how to proceed, because what should she say? That Ryan had confessed her love for her? that she threw herself over Sophie to protect her from whatever had been terrorizing her? Or had that all been the fear toxin? Sophie knows Ryan is waiting, can feel expectant eyes on her as she fidgets with her hands in her lap.

“Soph?” Ryan questions, watching as hazel eyes looked up to lock with her own.

“You told me you loved me.” Sophie whispers into the air between them. It becomes tense as Ryan somewhat shifts a little so that she’s giving Sophie her whole attention. “You said you couldn’t lose me.”

Ryan is silent, lets the charged air settle over her racing heart. She thanks Mary for not hooking her up to any EKG, otherwise Sophie would be witnessing just how fast her heart was beating. Had she really confessed her feelings? What had been Sophie’s response? She tried her best to manage a sort of seated position, but failed as the strength in her arms had yet to return. Sophie stands and is at her side in an instant, leaning Ryan against her chest as she slowly helps Ryan into a seated position.

And all would be fine and well, if it wasn’t for how they’ve ended up with Sophie in between Ryan’s legs and Sophie’s hands falling onto Ryan’s thighs the minute she’s satisfied that Ryan wasn’t about to fall backwards. When Sophie looks at Ryan’s face, she realizes how close they are, their lips a hair length away from the other.

“What did you say?” Ryan struggles to get out, her eyes focused on the plump lips in front of her.

“I-uh,” Sophie begins with a shallow breath, “nothing. You hit your head and passed out after that.”

“Romantic.” Ryan utters under her breath, but being so close means Sophie hears it.

“So you meant it?” Sophie asks with such a hopeful look it makes Ryan’s already racing heart pound against her chest. Something churns in the pit of her stomach from being so close to her. She uses her hands to wrap around Sophie’s arms, tugging them until they’re wrapped around her waist, bringing Sophie in even closer.

“I will admit I don’t remember saying anything, but-” Ryan wraps her arms around Sophie’s neck, bringing their lips in a slow kiss. It only lasts less than five seconds, just a small brush of their lips together, but Ryan can’t help the happy sigh against Sophie's lips. “I definitely meant it.”

[flocholate-chip]

imagine comforting floch after he has a nightmare n petting his hair while he clings onto you im going to be ill i love him sm

Omfg literally imagine though. It’s late and the window is slightly cracked and the room is chilly, and you have the blanket pulled up over your shoulder on the verge of sleep. The door startled you when you hear a soft bang, and then you realize somebody is knocking on the wood. They sound so hesitant and unsure. You’ve been at the yeagarist base as a ‘prisoner’ for about a week now. I put parentheses on prisoner because you aren’t even sure if you can consider yourself one. You’re given almost full reign of the base, simply because for reasons you can’t understand, the devoted charismatic ginger is so so desperate that you see his point and join his side. He could care less if the others agree with them, he’ll mow them down, and yet for some reason it’s so important to him that you agree with him. You don’t get it, but what can you really do?

And then you find yourself laying there questioning which buttfuck yeagarist is knocking on your door so late. It surely isn’t an emergency. There would be more shouting outside, or the knocks would be more urgent at least. The knocks seem so light the person might as well not even be trying to wake you up, which defeated the whole purpose of wrapping their knuckles on the wooden door in the first place.

None the less you find yourself getting up, pulling on your robe as you adjust the silk of the outfit you’re wearing. (Depending on your gender preference that could be a nightgown or maybe you’re just a really classy homie rocking a silk button down. You know? Feel yourself.)

You don’t even bother tying the thick fluffy robe completely around your waist, as you don’t feel you have time. By the time your bare feet had hit the floor to make their way to your door the knocking had already slowed. And by the time you were at the door, adjusting the silk of your sleepwear to make sure you were presentable, the knocking had completely stoppped.

Your hand brushes against the cold metal of the handle, tainted by the chilled air, and you shiver slightly before pushing down on it and pulling open the door to the sight of....

Nothing....

You stare for a moment in shock and confusion at the empty doorway, blinking a couple of times before clearing your throat, muttering a soft

“What the fuck...?” Under your breath as you barely stepped out into the hallway, looking down both ways. If you saw no one... you were going to assume you were being fucked with, or this place was haunted as fuck.

You looked left and the hallway was empty... so you looked right,

Just in time to catch a sliver of ginger hair attempting to quickly disappear around the corner.

So you stepped out just a little further into the hall, squinting slightly in the dark before stepping out after the person. You just needed to get close enough to see who was fucking with you and then-

Your hand hit their shoulder, whipping them around quickly, which they didn’t seem to like, as they quickly flinched away. You weren’t sure how you’d moved fast enough to catch up with them already but, god speed you know?

None the less, when you saw the face of the person standing before you, you were left momentarily shocked, trying to piece together what the fuck was happening.

“Forster???”

He grimaced and looked away. You stood there for a moment, mouth opening and closing confusedly like a fish out of water. You caught your breath then, and took in a gasp of air, preparing to use it to go off on him and ask him why he was playing such a cheap prank as ding dong ditching. Didn’t he have better things to do???

But then- you stopped yourself, one finger pointed out in front of your face and mouth hanging open as if you were about to begin to make a statement but... you couldn’t. You were caught off guard by something else.

Maybe you had just connected that he flinched when you first touched him. Or maybe you were finally questioning why his cheeks were so red. His eyes were puffy.... nose just as red as his flushed cheeks. He was biting his lower lip slightly, brows furrowed. Both of his fists were clenched at his sides tightly. His ken doll cut of ginger hair was... messy. It was parted at an odd direction to the left, part of it sticking up at an odd angle as if he’d just rolled out of bed.

The closer you looked... come to think of it. His green military jacket looked hastily thrown on.... the uniform underneath softer than usual.... sleep where? Were his shoulders shaking???

Your hand dropped slowly back to your side as you watched his face. He refused to seem to want to meet your gaze. So, for a moment you both just stood there in silence before you finally softly muttered,

“Floch??” You tried to be careful with your tone. You weren’t sure what state the self appointed captain was in.

He took in a deep breath, and then suddenly blurred out.

“So do you hate me? Or what??”

You stared in absolute awe for a second as you tried to process the word vomit that had just been thrown at you. Finally, squinting slightly in confusion you murmured,

“What? No- i don’t hate you floch... what are you doing though it’s late? Surely you’re not outside my door at three in the morning to ask me if i am fond of you or not.”

“So you don’t hate me?” He dodged your question.

“Why won’t you listen to me then? Nothing is working out right now- these battles are going to shit and it seems like we’re loosing and-“

You’d never seen him like this.

“These people are relying on me!” He continued,

“They’re relying on me to be eren’s voice! And I’m only trying to do what’s right for the sake of Eldia and i really can’t keep fighting this hard without-“

“Floch- what the hell are you-“

“I need you!” He spat.

“All you do is deny me but i need you, don’t you get that?”

You found yourself silent again, standing there staring at the ginger in shock, you had no idea how to process what you were hearing.

“I need you like you were there for me four years ago....” he whispered. And finally he made eye contact with you, and you noticed the fresh glaze of liquid on his lower lids. The way it made his golden brown eyes glisten in the moonlight coming from the small hall window. His lip was trembling, his voice cracked.

“I lost everyone... y/n.... and you were the ONLY one that was there for me? Why- i don’t know, you had so many other things to do and you chose to stick by me.... i need you like that again.... please... tell me you’ll stand by me again.”

“Floch...” you were quiet for a moment, trying to find your words, and then you spoke.

“You’re one of my closest comrades-“ at the word ‘comrade’ you watched the light leave his eyes a little bit, and you stumbled to reword your sentence, not quite sure where you went wrong.

“You know I’ll always stand by you- even if i don’t support what you-“

“I need you more than i needed you then-“ he interrupted you.

“I wanted you more then... but.... i need you more now.”

“Floch- what in the world are you talking ab-“ you could barely get a word in with the ginger being as worked up as he was.

“I need you more now! I need you in a different way!”

“Floch!” You whisper hissed, reaching out and slapping a hand over his mouth. He let out a muffled shout, which you aggressively shushed.

“What has gotten into you, do you want to wake up everyone in this base?!?” You hissed. He was quiet for a moment, glancing back and forth from your hand to your eyes. You cleared your throat and then in a calmer tone, very gently whispered.

“I don’t know what you mean by a different way, Floch i need you to really explain to me what you need from me because i can’t help you if you don’t explain to me what the fuck is running through that muddled little mind of yours....”

“Y/n....” he whimpered slightly, looking desperate if not almost hopeless.

“You’ve been my only real friend for years.... always sticking around me and staying with me when things were at their worst. Defending me.... caring for me... you’d have to understand where i get off wanting more out of this relationship.”

“I mean... maybe?” You muttered.

“But- I’m not sure I’m following. You’re ranting frantically and By the walls you’re shaking like a leaf.... why don’t we get you some tea and then you can explain to me what-“

You were cut off by something warm pressed against your lips, and you fought for a moment before realizing it was the ginger’s desperate... and awkward attempt at kissing you. It wasn’t... the best kiss you’d ever had in regards to technique but... something about it still set your body on fire. Within seconds, without even thinking you’d thrown your arms around his neck, gently pulling him closer. His whole body shuttered at your welcoming invite his romantic advance and he tilted his head slightly to deepen the sloppy kiss. He was simply desperate to feel you on his skin. You weren’t pushing him off... after weeks of your avoidant behavior you weren’t pushing him off. You weren’t telling him to get the fuck away from you. He felt his knees buckle slightly, but he didn’t think it was that big of a deal until you’d gasped. He only then realized his lips weren’t on yours anymore, and he was leaned into you awkwardly, topped over on his knees in front of you.

“Floch....” you muttered softly, slipping a hand around to gently support him before he fell completely over.

“Woah woah.... you never explained why you’d been crying. What’s going on... are you okay?”

He cleared his throat, tiredly resting his head against your stomach as he tried to grab his bearings again, grunting out in embarrassment,

“Sorry i just.... i.... i had a nightmare is all... it’s not that big of a deal... listen... um.”

With this new found fuck up he was having to face, he was quickly considering the option of just retreating and not having to face the fact that he just kissed you and collapsed.

“Maybe i should just go back to my room and we can talk about this tomorrow over tea? I-“

“Floch.... no.” You sighed quietly, slipping a hand gently around his torso.

“Come on.... come sleep in my bed.... it’s okay.”

He was still for a moment, contemplating, before nodding.

Your room was still cool, but he found comfort in the chilly air even after he took off his jacket, exposing his arms to the cold. Sliding into the bed against your warm body seemed to ease every ounce of cold in the room, and he welcomed the offer to gently nuzzle his face into your plush chest, soothed by the sound of your heart beat.

“So this is why you’ve been so intent on keeping me around, huh?” You joked softly as you gently brought a hand up to card through his hair.

“Because you love me?”

Your smile dropped from smug to adoring, however, when he softly responded with only a sleepy,

“Mhm.... i... love you.” Into your chest, muffled by your skin. Gently, you curled yourself around him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as you wrapped your leg around his torso to pull him closer.

“I love you too flochy....” you whispered softly as you carded your fingers through the ginger’s soft locks, stopping to gently toy with his adorable bangs.

“Get some sleep...” you sighed as you shut your eyes, feeling him hug you tighter.

“And you’ll still be here when i wake up?” He questioned hesitantly, to which you softly replied,

“Promise....”

And when sunrise came, you were, face still buried in his hair, breathing softly. He needed you more than you expected, but you still had no problem coming in clutch. After all, it wasn’t always easy to love him, but for him it was worth it.

((WHY DOES IT ALWAYS BECOME A WHOLE FIC. WHY CAN’T I RESPOND TO ASKS NORMALLY.))

[hotchseyebrows]

thoughtfulness in little things

a derek morgan x penelope garcia fic

a/n: can you believe that is my first ever full length morcia fic? me? resident morcia nut? wow. what a world. anyway!! i hope yall like this (and if you noticed it was already on ao3 earlier today shhh this is a scheduled tumblr post im Sleeping rn) and hopefully i dont take 4 months in between posting fics again, but i make no promises!!! my brain is Evil

thank you @blkantigone for being my beta and thank you @derekmorqan for letting me barf 1k of this in our dms a while back, i love you both sm

they do kiss a fair bit in this (it is, in fact, a first kiss fic) and its a little steamy, but by no means explicit and is rated teens and up on ao3 :)

read it here on ao3!!

Penelope splutters. “Sugar, you don’t have to stay here with me, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

He shrugs. “How am I supposed to party when my best girl is stuck at work?”

-

Everything changes during a late night in Penelope's batcave. But really, nothing changes at all.

word count: 3000

Friday nights without a case are a rare treasure for SSA Hotchner’s highly sought after team of profilers. Normally, Derek and Penelope would be taking advantage of the freedom by dancing all night, but sometimes the universe has other plans. 

Penelope used this week’s case-free time to put the finishing touches on an antivirus and security software of her own creation. The personal information of her beloved BAU babies was a hot commodity well worth the additional protection, and she’s always looking for a reason to fiddle with Quantico’s servers. It ended up being a whole production, taking the entire afternoon and then some. Apparently, she still doesn’t have all of the permissions required to make certain adjustments which means that she’s fiddling and bending her way into all of the things she needs to do. If that wasn’t bad enough, the whole damn thing crashed around 4:00. She managed not to pull her hair out, but it was a close thing and it set her back at least an extra hour.

Derek stops by a little after 5, his jacket slung over his shoulder. “Baby girl, I can hear the bottles of DC’s finest vodka and Hennessy calling our names, are you almost ready to leave for the day?” He pauses in the door, taking in her furious typing and furrowed brow. “Whoa, Mama, what’s the matter? You’ve got Hotch’s eyebrows.”

She throws her arms up. “The entirety of the FBI and also the world is getting on my nerves!” He walks over to her, leaning on the side of her chair and turning her away from her monitor. His hands gently grab both of hers and he rubs a soothing circle with one of his thumbs. 

“Explain, baby girl.” 

She does, eventually just ranting and raving about how annoying it is to still be put in metaphorical handcuffs by the FBI as if she can’t just do what she wants anyway. “I’m not even breaking any rules, technically, they’re just making things annoying and long winded.” She sighs, moving her hands to interlock their fingers. “But now that it’s started, it would be doubly annoying to stop it and come back later. So I’m stuck here until it’s done, which might take a while.”

He nods, thinking. Then he straightens up, grabs the extra rolling chair, and sits down. 

Penelope splutters. “Sugar, you don’t have to stay here with me, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

He shrugs. “How am I supposed to party when my best girl is stuck at work?” She blushes, turning away to hide it on instinct. 

“You cheeseball.” She spins around to lightly push on his arm. He just smiles. 

They sit together for 20 minutes in relative silence as she continues her work. It’s a comfortable silence; his occasional humming soothes her rising annoyance at how needlessly long this is taking. She can hear him playing with one of the fidget toys she keeps on her desk behind him. When she gets to another point of sitting and waiting, she turns towards him and asks him about his day. He tells her about how Prentiss helped him get Reid back for a prank by distracting him in the break room while he switched out the keyboard of Reid’s computer with an identical one with a grass garden planted inside. “It’s a long con for sure, but I’m hoping it sprouts this weekend.”

She laughs. “How long did it take you to set this up, dumpling?” She already knows the answer, but it’s nice to see his slightly sheepish but proud look about his dedication to his prank war. Her computer beeps at her, and she spins back around to begin working again.

He rolls closer, avoiding her question and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You getting hungry yet?”

She relaxes, leaning against him. As if on cue, her stomach grumbles. “Yes, I’d say so.”

He leans over and moves a strand of hair out of her face. “Okay baby girl, I’ll go grab us food and be right back.” She nods, lifting her cheek on instinct to meet the kiss she knows is coming. He stands and sure enough, leans down to kiss her cheek. “I’ll be quick. Be good.”

“How can I do anything else if you’re not here?” She bats her eyes up at him. 

He grins. “Oh, I’m sure you’d think of something.” He brushes his knuckles against her cheek. It makes her shiver.

She watches him leave, catching the kiss he blows at her from the door. Turning back to focus on her work, it feels like she blinks and he’s back. A glance at the clock tells her it’s been over a half hour. He puts the bag of food onto the table before coming to pull her away from the computer. 

“One minute, I promise, I’m so close to just letting this thing run for a little.” He twirls her hair around his fingers before dropping his hands onto her shoulders, rubbing away the tension. A minute and a half later, she leans back in her chair with a sigh. She tilts her head back and sticks her tongue out at him. He smiles at her. 

"Come eat, baby girl. Don't think you're getting out of eating my hard won dinner." He moves to the table and pulls out her chair. She follows and sits.

"Hard won — mon cher, you didn't tackle a wild animal and lug it home to our log cabin in the woods, you drove your car 20 minutes."

He kisses her temple, handing her a pair of chopsticks. "Yeah, but I would lug home whatever you needed anytime, so the sentiment is the same."

She smiles and knocks their feet together under the table lightly. He moves his chair, so they are sitting right next to each other on the same side of the table. The heat from his arm is palpable.

Derek grabs a box from the bag and splits the vegan pad thai within onto two paper plates. He opens the box of spring rolls and places it in between them while she places napkins in front of them both. He pops the cap off of her bottle of lemonade without her asking, and sets that in front of her too. “Thank you, handsome.” He smiles in response. They start eating and the comfortable silence returns. 

She talks him through what she still needs to do to fix everything in between bites, even though she knows he doesn't really understand her technobabble. But Penelope can feel his eyes on her, and without looking, she somehow knows that something has shifted in the air around them.

"What?" she asks, turning her attention away from gesturing at her computer with the chopsticks. "Do I have something on my face?"

He chuckles. "Actually, yes, c'mere." He brushes away a stray spot of sauce on the corner of her lips with a gentle swipe of his thumb. The rest of his hand stills on her cheek. She shivers. She can see him notice it, his attention focusing in on her. Penelope's blood is thundering in her ears as he glances in between her lips and her eyes.

She leans purposefully into his hand. His thumb brushes over her lips again and her mouth falls open a little. 

"Penelope, I-" he cuts himself off with a hard swallow. "Penelope." His eyes flicker down to her lips and back up to her eyes quickly again.

She can only blink at him for a moment. "Yes, Derek?"

"I don't kn- um. Can I-" She's never seen him flustered and unsure like this. But they've never been out of sync before and they aren't about to start now, so she nods, bringing up a hand to rest on his. A smile grows on his face before he starts to lean in. His hand slides along her cheek to more firmly grip her face- it makes her gasp.

He pauses, thinking something is wrong. "Penelope, are y-" Her heart swells at how careful he is to take care of her always, and she meets him in the middle, pressing their lips together in a soft, purposeful kiss.

For a moment, all is still. The world boils down to just the place where their lips are touching. Their lips barely brush against one another, but already Penelope feels light headed. Derek separates their lips for a moment before kissing her again, a firmer touch this time. She sucks in a breath through her nose. His lips are incredibly kind- that’s the only word for it. He doesn’t seem to know the word “take” right now because all she can feel from him is “give.” As he presses into the kiss and gently cups the side of her face, her brain wildly spins through thoughts about how of course he’s like this even when kissing her and how good he smells and how she can’t believe they haven’t done this sooner.

He draws her closer against him, pressing into the kiss more insistently before bringing his other hand up to her face and holding her. His fingers move to cup the sides of her neck and she tilts her head to the left a touch, letting her mouth fall open in a sigh. He makes a soft noise before tentatively sliding their tongues together. A full body shiver runs down her spine and through her limbs. Another small noise falls from the back of his throat. Her stomach swoops like they've just dropped down the side of a huge arch in a roller coaster. She places both hands on his chest, pressing forward. He moves with her, chair squeaking underneath him as he presses closer, one arm snaking around her back. Penelope’s heart pounds even louder. His tongue is gentle even in its insistence as their kiss turns slightly desperate. 

It feels like someone has lit a fire underneath Penelope’s chair, warmth washing over her whole body and radiating out from everywhere they touch. One of his hands tangles into her hair as he gently tilts her head back. If she wasn’t sitting her knees would have buckled so long ago, but now she would absolutely be on the floor. It’s no surprise that Derek Morgan is an incredible kisser, but knowing something and knowing something is so different. 

He pulls back, letting their foreheads rest together. Her eyes stay closed, tingles radiating from everywhere his fingers are tenderly holding her face. She tightens her grip on his shirt. He kisses the tip of her nose. "You still with me, baby girl?"

She nods, breathless. She slowly opens her eyes and smiles at him. "Hi." It's the first thing she thinks to say. 

He laughs. "Hey you."

She has so many questions- how long have you wanted to do that, can we do that again right now, can we do so much more right now, right here- but before she can ask any of them, her computer beeps loudly. "Oh!" She jumps at the sudden noise. He drops his hands and leans back, looking far too much like the cat who got the cream. "I should- right, I should deal with that," she says, standing on shaky legs. Heels were never so precarious. Of course, there is no hiding from a profiler.

He grins up at her. "Need some assistance?" His eyes are shining like he's hiding a joke. She scrunches her nose at him, biting back a smile.

"Oh, hush you. I’m perfectly capable of walking 3 feet, thank you very much." Her tenacity is a little undercut from the way her hands are trembling a little as she smooths her skirt, but still. The point remains.

He raises his hands in surrender. "Alright baby girl, go on then."

She walks over to her computer and stays standing to fiddle with the wires behind it before bending over at the keyboard and reading the report on the screen. "It shouldn't be much longer now, it just needs to run the last new anti-virus- what?" He's leaning back in his seat and staring at her, a small smile dancing on his lips.

"What, Mama?" But he knows what, clearly evident from the way he is trying to school his expression into something innocent.

She blushes. "Derek Morgan, I don't know what I'm going to do if you keep looking at me like that."

"Oh, I don't know. I might have some ideas."

She sucks in a sharp inhale through her nose. Playing nonchalant, she turns back to her computer. "Well, I might have to hear your ideas out."

"Yeah?" 

She glances at him out of the corner of her eye and he's grinning.

"Yeah." she says, not trusting what will come out of her mouth if she elaborates (probably something along the lines of “I’d listen to all your ideas, do your ideas include any semblance of forever, if you keep grinning like that I'm gonna lock the door and do something reckless”).

They sit in relative silence, just the sounds of her typing filling the room. When she finishes, she spins her chair around. "Hi," she says again.

"Hi baby," he responds.

Her fingers twist and curl the hem of her skirt. "So, uh, well, that's gonna take at least another 30 minutes to finish running."

He raises one eyebrow. "30 minutes, huh?" 

She nods. "Might be a good time for some of those ideas." 

He stands and walks across the room to her. She takes his offered hand and stands as well. They stay there, inches apart and holding hands as the charged atmosphere around them seems to crackle. In the same breath, they lean in to kiss again. Both of her arms wrap around his neck as he tucks his around her waist. He pulls her against him, fully pressed together as the soft kiss deepens into something heated and desperate.

He bites her bottom lip gently before the kiss turns open mouthed and slick. She arches against him as they slide into a slow rhythm. She feels fluttery, like his arms are the only anchor point in the whole world and if he let her go, she’d simply float away. He tastes like lemonade, sweet and alive. She hums as he tracks his hands in a slow circle at the base of her spine. Her knees really do buckle a little as he attempts to tug her closer, but he holds her steady. She rests a hand on his cheek and grounds herself by using the other to grip the back of his neck. She’s utterly swallowed up by him, his arms and his mouth and just him surrounding her in their own little cocoon. He separates their mouths to kiss across her jaw and down her neck, hands flattening on her back. He places a line of long kisses down to the crook of her neck. She lets out a sigh, letting her head fall to the side to give him more room. He sinks his teeth into the same spot lightly, and she shudders. 

"Derek," she whispers. She can feel his smile against his skin as he kisses the same place again.

They slow to a stop, tucked against each other. He rests his face against her neck and mumbles something against her skin. "Hmm honey?" she says, hand rubbing a circle on the nape of his neck.

"I got us that Talenti ice cream you like," he says, only moving enough to be heard. “Chocolate peanut butter cup, and the color changing spoons are still in the break room.”

"Oh Der, that's so sweet, you didn't have to do all of that." Her heart skips a beat. 

He shrugs, kissing the side of her neck. "I wanted to."

She is half tempted to haul him in for another kiss, but as if on cue, her stomach grumbles. He picks his head up and smiles at her. "Come eat now," he says before giving her another quick peck. 

She lets him pull her to the table, but before they sit, she pulls him in again. He chuckles into the kiss.  "Eat, you menace." He mumbles against her lips. Pulling back, he plants a kiss on the apple of her cheek as he guides her into her seat.

She bites a retort about how she was trying to but he sees it on her face anyway. 

"Later, baby girl. Dinner first."

“Then dessert?” She tilts her head and gives him a flirty smile. 

He runs his thumb along her bottom lip. “All the dessert you want, Penelope.”

Much the same as before, they eat in comfortable silence. Except this time he rests a hand on her thigh, and traces a slow lazy circle with his thumb. The conversation picks back up and turns to unrelated things. Derek muses about possible retaliations from Spencer once he notices his new desk plants as he casually offers her a bite from his plate. She takes it, humming.

Something Penelope did not realize had lost its footing resettles in her chest. Nothing is different, not in any way that would scare her or be a loss. They are just the same as they've always been, but also more. (Though she'd be hard pressed to think of a time when this wasn't the way they were. Maybe things are just being unveiled, not changed.) 

When they finish eating, he goes to get the ice cream and two of the fun spoons from the break room. They split the pint and laugh far too loudly for how late it is. The computer beeps for a final time, software finally fully uploaded and settled. She still has to run tests and double check that everything is working, but that can wait. Derek offers her a bite of ice cream, and if he kisses her again to remove the ice cream from her bottom lip, she can't say she minds.

[darthwheezely]

let me - f.w.

Summary: Fred will always choose you, even if you don’t know and wouldn’t choose him back. Even in the worst of times, Fred would do anything to let you know how much he loves you.

This is based off my recent break up which was supremely awful and I’m going to be picking up the pieces for...a while. This is kind of self-indulgent, I’m sorry about that!

people that might like this: @whiz-bangs78 @monoscandal @gcdric @theweasleyslut @thehufflepuffwife @vogueweasley @loony-loopy-lupinn @oh-for-merlins-sake @slytherinsunrise @lupinsclassroom @durmstrange

Warnings: angst, but slightly fluffy??? mentions of cheating and light homophobia it’ll be ok basically lol and cussing and bullying...oops? PROLLY FUCKING AWFUL WRITING PLZ I TRIED IM JUST EMO RN SKSKWKWJWKKSK

It wasn’t that Fred Weasley hated your boyfriend, it was actually that he had really liked him. Kind of really enjoyed his company. Even went as far to say that he considered him a friend.

And because of that, he told himself, he wasn’t able to see exactly what was happening.

-

Everyone had known that you and Sam Tuckson had broken up, to be honest, drama at Hogwarts was dulling and unfortunately for you, you and your relationship had fallen prey to the lull of gossip. 

Sam Tuckson had basically slid his way into your life at the beginning of fifth year, and to you he was everything you had wanted. The Hufflepuff Keeper was tall, tanned, smiled, and laughed like everything that came to him (including you) was easy, and something in that carefree sense of a walk and talk he had was more than enough to satiate your feelings. You were for all intents and purposes madly in love with him, and everything up until your break up five days ago led you to believe he was as well.

To say Fred had been a little jealous at first was taking it a bit lightly. It didn’t take a whole lot to figure out that Fred had been pining for you since second year, and to make matters worse? He was your best friend. For the first couple of months or so in your new relationship, he found himself at night silently wishing and pretending he was Sam, not needing to steal glances across tables in the Great Hall, being able to hold onto your hand a little longer than he was allowed, and to finally be able to taste your lips on his whenever you wanted him to.

For the first time, he wasn’t your number one boy anymore and it killed him - but the only thing able to bring him back was the joy Sam brought you day after day. It was starting to eat at him past month 2, and with that brought George:

“Freddie. Mate,” he sighed looking at his older twin. Fred hadn’t left bed at all that day and knew he wouldn’t leave it for another day unless he did the inevitable-

“-you have to either tell her or wait. She misses us...she misses you.” 

“I know, Georgie.” He looked at George, longing for peace evident in his angular frame. Fred nodded and sighed, sitting up. 

“I know.”

-

Fred had made it his personal mission to befriend your boyfriend, and while it was painstakingly murderous for the first week or so - he eventually became to warm up to the Hufflepuff boy, even going as far as hanging out with him and letting him in on pranks with George when he wanted. Honestly? The guy was starting to grow on him, the idea of a friend of his dating you seemed to lessen the emotional blow of knowing it wasn’t him, and he felt himself over time starting to possibly lighten his own load on you.

And then the rumors started to fly around.

Fred had been walking to Transfiguration and had rounded the corner-

“I heard he’d been slipping it to Astoria and Daphne!”

Who the hell are they talking about?

“Nah, he doesn’t like Slytherin girls-“

“But have you heard about him with Slytherin boys!” They snickered loudly.

Fred continued to walk, the high pitched giggles of the younger Ravenclaw girlsinging in his ears.

After class he made his way to the Great Hall for lunch when a gaggle of Hufflepuff ladies crossed in front, (they always take so damn long when they’re in a line across, he thought)

“Anyway, I heard he hates her guts now.”

“Sam could never hate her! They were together for soooo long you know.”

His heart stopped. No. No they couldn’t be talking about-

“It’s because she’s frigid that’s what I heard.”

“Y/N? Frigid? Please have you seen her with him, she acted like a slut around him! Disgusting really.” She wrinkled her nose.

He felt his knuckles whiten and a lump in his throat begin to rise.

“I heard he’d been doing it the whole time!” The last one said as they hitched a left to the courtyard.

Fred hadn’t ever known what it’s like to be frozen or paralyzed with anger, but he learned it then.

-

You were sitting in your navy and golden dorm, the only sanctity and safety you felt surrounded by the colors you knew so well. You hadn’t felt the strength to go the Great Hall for anything today, not after breakfast. Not after you waltzed in after what felt like a normal morning and heard tinny laughs and stifled giggles from the Hufflepuff table.

You’d been made the fool by the boy you loved. And there was nothing at this point that could get you past that realization now.

You’d heard the rumors in the hallway. You’d heard them when Pansy Parkinson sat next to you in Potions and whispered in your ear, “maybe just dip yourself in amortentia next time. Might last longer.” You’d seen the way Sam Tuckson, Hufflepuff Golden Boy, looked over at you with nothing but pity in his eyes before he trudged to the Ravenclaw table, looked at the ground and murmured-

“I’m sorry it ended like this. I’m sorry I didn’t know how to love you sometimes.”

And scurried back to his own seat.

You hadn’t had the strength to find the twins. You could barely find the strength to move from your bed, to get more tissues. You simply didn’t have it. And then.

There was a knock on your door.

“Please, Cho, not right now, okay?” You croaked, turned away from the door. You could barely hear the door creak open to see your best friend’s head creeping from the other side.

“Knock, knock, princess.” He said softly, showing your turned frame a small smile.

“Can I come in? Please?” You nodded. Fred came through, shutting the door as quietly as possible behind him. He looked at you curled up in your bed with your uniform still on. Your favorite throw blanket draped over you as you laid on top of the covers and all he could think of was how.

How did he let this happen?

“Freddie, you couldn’t have known.” Fred blinked realizing he had spoken out loud and froze in place.

“Yes, actually I could have”

“Fred-”

“No, I don’t think you understand.” he almost growled it, it was so low that you could barely register it was him saying it. You turned him to look at him then, pulling your knees to a criss cross applesauce position. He clenched his jaw feeling tears and the lump in his throat finally erupting.

“See, Y/N, I’ve always been there to protect you. It’s never been a job, or a chore, because I’ve been so blindingly in love with you ever since you hurled a bezoar at me in Potions when we were 12.” You choked out a small giggle at that, your heart pounding in your chest. He looked up at you then tears on his face.

“I know this isn’t fair. Because this is a really shit time to be selfish and tell you how much I love you, but I was his friend, Y/N. I willingly sat and enjoyed his company and I could’ve seen what he was doing to you because I’m a guy I should know what guys do and quite frankly? You deserve so much” he swallowed and readjusted his jaw again feeling more tears as he watched you crying to, wanting to stop but something in him told him this was it he couldn’t hold in it he couldn’t-

“-so, so much more. Than me. Than him. Jesus, than everyone. And, love, I am...so sorry I didn’t tell you this sooner. Please know our friendship wasn’t a lie and we never have to discuss this ever I just...you’re so bloody fucking perfect and knowing I watched him do that to you without knowing I just-”

“Freddie.” You held out your arms. It was his turn for him to choke then as his knees buckled and fell towards you on the bed. 

You couldn’t be mad at him or angry or upset. You weren’t. You were just,,,

“Fred, I need time.” You whispered against his shoulder, his body engulfing yours in a tango of arms and legs and breaths that only you two knew this well.

“Angel, I didn’t mean to make it seem-” he pulled away to look into your eyes.

“I know you weren’t asking me of anything, Fred. I love you I just...I need time. For a lot of things.” He swallowed and nodded moving to get off the bed and give you the space you needed. However, you pulled him back.

“I love you, Freddie. That isn’t changing.” And out of force his arms seemed tighter as he breathed out, meeting your forehead.

“And I’d wait every second of everyday to hear you say it again.”