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wonuwrites · 8 months ago

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ot13’s reaction to “would you love me if I was a worm?” 🪱

Tbh idk what this is either but i got inspired after eating a cheesy gordita crunch and watched a bird look for food a few days ago so here ya go LMFAOOO

Warning: nothing really. blame taco bell.

also randomly putting songs on that came on for the people in case yall wanted new music to listen to <3

🪱 S. Coups: (Song Note: this song is so Seungcheol coded and I can't even tell you why lmaoooo)

"A worm?" "A worm," you said before taking a sip of your beverage. One of your favorite past times was asking Seungcheol stupid questions you'd see on tiktok and see his reaction. He always entertained them and you were thankful because both of you knew the answers meant NOTHING and that your relationship was solid. Or so you thought. "Well, if you were a worm I guess I would be a bird." "Excuse me!?" "Yeah, I'd be a bird." "Baby, birds eat worms though..." "Yeah and? Don't I do that every night anyway?" He asked while raising a cheeky eyebrow before taking a sip of his drink. You couldn't help but blush at his crude joke and hit his chest softly which caused him to laugh before pulling you close.

🪱 Jeonghan: (Song Note: im feeling nostalgic today~~ lmfaooooo)

To say you caught Jeonghan off guard is an understatement. You would be in the car with him listening to the radio in a comfortable silence when you just sprung the question on him. He half tempted to pull over and give you a genuine "what the fuck" face but instead he just scoffed and started to laugh. "Where did this question come from, (Y/N)?" He would question you. "Just answer, baby. Would you, Yoon Jeonghan, love me if I was a worm?" The use of his full name made him laugh before he just rubbed your thigh and glanced over at you. "Baby, I love you even when you act like a clown. I would love you no matter what."

🪱 Joshua: (Song Note: I got nothing but like yeehaw lmfaoooo. sorry Shua.)

Sometimes, Jisoo and you would give each other "silent treatments" when you were both play fighting and today, it was Jisoo's time to give you the treatment. Why? Well, you ate some leftovers he was thinking about for the last two hours and it killed his pride lolol. While he wasn't mad because truth be told, he was happy you remembered to eat, but still you should've known he was thinking about it because y'all were 'soulmates' or whatever. You rolled your eyes when you realized he was giving you the silent treatment as he started to make Ramen. You started to just playfully annoy him while wrapping your arms around him and just doing the yapping for both of you. He was close to cracking once you started but he finally lost it when you asked him "would you love me if I was a worm." When he didn't say yes right away, you then gave him the "silent treatment" and then it would be his turn to try to annoy you into talking to him.

🪱 Jun: (Song Note: ooo should I do a "sour" version of this? Someone tell me yes pls)

You honestly caught Jun off guard when you asked him. He would just stare at you confused before slowly nodding at you. When you laughed at his reaction it would make him even more confused. You would drop it shortly after you asked but he would think about it for awhile. Shoot, he might text some of the members for advice because well, you really stumped him hahaha. Before you both went to bed, he would roll over and whisper, "So... would you love me if I was a worm?" You would just roll your eyes before kissing him and telling him of course you would.

🪱 Hoshi: (Song Note: Stan BamBam for clear skin. This shoulda been the title imo.)

Soonyoung and you had a really goofy love life for the most part. Sure, you both had your "serious" moments but there was no questioning that you both knew how to be unserious. Today was one of those days. You both were laying on the couch together watching Spongebob. Soonyoung was mindlessly playing with your hair before you decided to hit him with such an important question for him. "Soonyoung?" "hmmm?" "Would you love me if I was a worm?" His hand would stop massaging your head for a minute while he thought about it. You fake gawked at him because he didn't answer as quick as you thought he should. Before you could scold him he would give you a smirk before wrapping his arms around you tight, "why be a worm when you can be a tigress, (y/n)? Let's be tigers forever and ever and ever." You would groan at the 'tiger agenda' but would laugh as he started kissing you all over your face.

🪱 Wonwoo: (Song Note: literally one of the most underrated songs to EVER exist.)

Wonwoo thought he would be safe from this question when it came to you. You see he had already been hit with this question from several members of the maknae line. *cough cough* Mingyu, Hansol, Seokmin, and Chan. *cough cough* so when y'all where getting ready for bed and you asked him he couldn't help but laugh which would make you so confused. He would just smile at you and find you so precious, "of course I would love you if you were a worm you lil cutie." He would give you a soft kiss before pulling you into his chest while you smiled stupidly and contently at his answer.

🪱 Woozi: (Song Note/Rant: If you are still sleeping on Ian you need to reevaluate your life because OMG.)

To be completely honest, I can see Jihoon just giving you a blank stare because his brain just went ???? he didn't know the trend and the question would break his brain. He didn't know what to say so he would just go "uhh sure?" You would fake sulk at his answer and he probably would text one of the younger members to ask for help. I can see Hansol being like "the answer is always yes!!! omg." LOL

🪱 DK: (Song Note: why do I want Seokmin to sing this to me to help me sleep at night? omg)

You would be sitting next to Seokmin on a park bench watching birds just be birds. You were both waiting for Soonyoung and his partner to meet you for a double date and were currently in a comfortable silence. That was until you asked him, "Seokminnie, would you still love me if I was a worm?" As you asked that, a bird had grabbed a worm from the ground and flew away. You both were flabbergasted at the timing and just broke down laughing together. Once you both calmed down he reminded you he'd always love you no matter the life time but for the rest of the day he would lovingly call you "bird food" as if it were a pet name which left Soonyoung and his partner hella confused lmaoooo.

🪱 Mingyu: (Song Note: Nelly will always be that girly for me <3)

One of MIngyu favorite errands to run with you was going grocery shopping. Just spending time with you while planning meals to eat with each other or grabbing snacks with his favorite snack just fueled him with so much happiness. You loved it too because when you were with him, you could turn your brain off and just be yourself. That's why Mingyu wasn't too surprised when you looked at gummy worms and deadpanned asked him, "Baby, if I was a worm would you still love me?" You couldn't see the loving smile he had on his face before he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "Of course, baby. You would be the prettiest and nicest worm to exist."

🪱 Minghao: (Song Note: ngl this might be a future song reaction thingy for my ot13 series I do.)

When you asked Minghao if he would "still love you if you were a worm" he would giggle at your question because duh. He's in this for life baby. He would tell you he would find the BESTEST dirt for you live in and would fight any birds that would try to eat you. It would honestly be just a giggle fest between the both of you.

🪱 Seungkwan: (Song Note: CLC deserved better.)

Seungkwan and you were staying in for the night and were both just hanging out while mindlessly scrolling on your phones. You then crossed a meme that reminded you of the "would you still love me if I was a worm" question. You decided now was the perfect time to make your lovable stud muffin to answer your question. Once you asked him he gave you a stank judgemental side eye before *respectfully* ignoring you. You kept scooting closer and asking him before he couldn't help but laugh and just saying "yes."

🪱 Vernon: (Song Note: When the remix is better than the original... Red Velvet wins always.)

To be real, Hansol was READY for this question. He had seen it on his fyp and knew it was only a matter of time before you would waddle over and ask him if you would still love him if you were a worm. He would be doing whatever Hansol does and just say "yes, I would love you if you were a worm." and also "yes I promise." He would find it very funny when you were pleased by his answer.

🪱 Dino: (Song Note: this song has no business being as much of a bop as it is.)

Chan could go two different ways lmao. He would either laugh at the question before saying "of course I would, but would you love ME?" Or, he would overthink it. Were you an Earthworm? A gummy worm? A pinworm that would be a pain in the ass? He just had to know. Soon you both would be ranking worms and would forget about the question hahaha.

btw just wanted yall to know how committed to writing Chan's part I was:

I forgot what they were called LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Anyways, which one was your favorite? Mine personally was Seokmin's. I feel like I've been writing so many sad things for him lately so it's been nice to write something super cute like that. <3

Hope yall enjoyed <3 if yall were worms, I would love you all :)

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satrs · 2 years ago

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can we get more blue lock pranking your bf by taking of your engagement ring !!!

YESSS YES YES I WAS WAITIN FOR THIS LMAOOOO

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨? PART 2!

SYNPOSIS; pranking your bf by taking off your engagement ring!

FEATURING; Michael Kaiser. Oliver Aiku. Nagi Seishiro. Karasu Tabito.

TAGS; 100% fluff and crack. Them being them.

All Characters are 18+.

MICHAEL KAISER.

Just don’t.

"Ain’t. No way." He stopped in his tracks while the two of you were out for a walk, raising your interwinded hands to his face, his apprehension being confirmed.

„Kaiser what are you-„ he put his ring finger up to your lip, hushing you. „Do you feel the cold metal? That is how cold my heart is right now.“ You put his finger down, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

But he didn’t waver, his hand holding you by the shoulder, looking you deeply into the eyes. „I thought you were the lid to my pot but,“ he turned his head, dramatically clenching his eyes together, „I seemed to have been mistaken.“

You knew what he would do next, quickly trying to clear up that it was all a prank, but it was already too late. He stood right in front of you, loud words echoing through the whole area causing bystanders to turn their heads.

„Oh, what have I done to earn such punishment from the gods!? Why is there no end to my suffering? Please, oh God Oh the engagement rings! Please have mercy upon us and present us with the glorious ring from the emperor Michael Kaiser the first!“

Your face, heated up in embarrassment, all the attention from strangers, on you or to be specific, your finances, caused you to turn on your heels. „I do not know you.“

He giggled while strolling after her. „Oh empress Y/N! This is what happens when you toy with the Emperor’s heart! Do not let this foolish inconvenience ever occur again!“

OLIVER AIKU.

"SUCH A TEASE URGH ends up pranking YOUU

You were growing impatient at this point. Throughout the whole day you tried to make him notice that you had put the ring off, but he purposely ignored you.

„What’s with the long face?“ he questioned from the bed rather rhetorical, lips curving into a teasing smile. You just turned your attention back to the clothes you were folding, not sparing him another glance.

This made the young man wary, getting up from in bed to move into your direction. „C‘mon doll, no need to feel bad. I put mine off too, see?“

This alone made your head snap back at a ridiculously fast speed, scanning over your lover's hand. But the ring was still on his finger and as you looked up at him, his other hand was quick to flick your nose, laughing in the process.

„Not funny.“ You slapped his hand away, trying to act all hot and bothered. But when he caught your arm in the air and placed a soft kiss on your lips, you couldn’t help but smile. “That’s what you get, doll.”

NAGI SEISHIRO.

This man did not notice.

"Urgh Sei'!" He turned his head to you, a confused look on his face. You knitted your eyebrows, head shaking in disappointment.

You waved your hand around, trying to help him understand. But he still didn’t, brows knitting in confusion. „Are you that dense? Don’t you notice anything?“

He put down the controller, intensely looking at her form, trying to figure out what could’ve possibly changed. He even slit his eyes to probably scan you for any change- to no avail.

„New… nails?“

„C‘mon Sei‘! My ring! I put it off to prank you!“ he blinked once, twice, then he noticed that there really was something off. „Oh.“

You huffed as you threw yourself onto of him, buried in his chest as he stroked your head. „You’re no fun, you know that?“

He only placed a soft kiss on his head, attention turning back to his game. „That ring isn’t the real deal anyway. Just wait till our day, yeah?“

KARASU TABITO.

drama queen 2.0

"Are you out of your damn mind?"

His words made you look up at him in confusion as you stopped your cooking. "Huh?" He gave you an amazed look, huffing out in disbelief. "Don't you, huh me! Who is he, huh?!"

Your eyebrows crinkled in confusion, demanding him to explain his outburst. "Whoever he is, tell him he doesn't stand a single chance against me!"

You sighed in annoyance, still left in the dark about what he even meant. "Karasu, what the hell are you even talking about?"

"Your ring!", he dramatically exclaimed, pointing at his naked ring finger as if he was pointing at an imposter.

You couldn’t help but let your lips twitch. into a smile. „I don’t have it on. What’s the problem?“ you tried to say as nonchalantly as you could.

„That’s exactly the problem! This better be some stupid prank or I‘ll literally cry.“ You burst into laughter, causing the man to sigh in relief, taking ahold of his heart through his shirt.

He moved around the counter to embrace you in a tight hug, lips attacking your face. „Thank god.“

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #♡˳ᴮᴸᴸᴷ #blue lock fluff #blue lock x female reader #bllk fluff #nagi fluff #blue lock x you #blue lock #bllk imagines #blue lock michael kaiser #oliver Aiku #karasu tabito #michael kaiser #blue lock anime #nagi seishiro #karasu fluff #michael kaiser fluff #oliver aiku fluff

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buckysgrace · 9 months ago

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Fifty One

Dancing in the Dark Masterlist

CW: Yeast Infections lmaoooo

Kim awoke the next morning to a burning between her legs and a fire in her mouth.

Her tongue was sore, smeared with a gross white substance that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard she scrubbed at it. It hurt. The more she scrubbed at it, the more it made her wince and tears form in her eyes. There was no comfortable way to rest her tongue in her mouth either. Every position hurt her.

She couldn’t eat at all and could barely drink anything. It almost hurt to talk. She was too embarrassed to ask about it, fearing that she had done something wrong or obviously missed out on some important piece of information. She just picked at her food throughout the day, feigning that she was a little tired. That was it. Surely, that was it. Just some odd bug she had picked up over Christmas.

She couldn’t tell if that was worse, or the itching between her legs. She kept crossing her knees, pressing them together in hopes that it would make the odd sensation go away. It was driving her crazy. She felt like it was too gross to scratch, but could almost feel her fingers twitch in anticipation at the thought of doing so.

“You’re quiet today,” Billy observed after lunch, “And a little skittish.” He pointed out the way she’d jolted when he’d approached. She dropped her crocheting hooks, feigning that she had somehow been busy. She hadn’t done much of anything besides stare at the wall and convince herself that she wasn’t itchy.

“My tongue hurts,” She replied slowly, but kept her tongue inside of her mouth so he couldn’t see. She didn’t want him to think it was gross, “It just hurts to talk.” She shrugged her shoulders, trying to make it seem like it was no big deal. Because it wasn’t.

“Your tongue hurts?” Billy turned towards her curiously, his dark eyebrows furrowing together as he pressed his thumb against her bottom lip. She moved away, covering her palm over her mouth as her tongue continued to throb and ache.

“Just a little bit.” She replied softly, trying to keep her reaction as relaxed as she could. Billy twisted his fingers through her hair gently, looping her soft curls through his fingers as he raised an eyebrow.

“Are you getting sick?” He asked, his voice a little softer as concern leaked in through his features. She pressed her fingertips against her chin softly, trying to soothe the ache that had formed in her jaw.

“Probably a cold or something.” She agreed quickly, feeling like that was the safest option to go with as she crossed her legs again. Billy gasped, making her face flush as she was sure her actions had been caught.

“Oh,” Billy took a step back from her, “That’s not good.” He covered his hand over his mouth, making her realize that he was just nervous about getting sick. She shook her head, trying to keep from teasing him about his reaction.

“I’m sure it’s nothing serious.” She dismissed him, still unknown as to what her symptoms might be. She gave him a sheepish smile, watching the way that his eyes locked onto her. She wiggled in her seat once again.

“Maybe you should talk to mom,” Billy said softly, “I’m sure she has something to help.” He stepped a little closer again, petting her hair for a moment. She rested against his touch for a moment, before she quickly shook her head to dismiss him.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Kim laughed softly, fighting the urge to lean over and kiss his fingertips. She didn’t want to risk spreading anything to him, “I mean think of what we did last night. If I’m sick, you probably already have it.” She smirked softly, watching as his eyes flickered in amusement.

“Thanks,” Billy replied dryly, “I bet she has something to soothe the pain though.” He replied a second later, nodding his head as he turned on his heel. She felt her eyes widening, really not wanting anyone else to have attention on her.

“It’s really not-, Billy!” She tried to protest, then quickly stopped as she reached her hand up towards her mouth. She had an urge to grip her tongue, to try and cradle it in means to soothe the pain.

Rosemary came down the hallway a second later, her blonde curls flopping around as she inspected Kim worriedly. She paused, looking a little confused as she joined Kim on the couch.

“Billy said you weren’t feeling good?” She questioned Kim with a raised eyebrow, clearly looking like she didn’t understand what the issue was. Kim shifted uncomfortably in her spot, a little embarrassed as she finally found her courage to speak.

“My mouth hurts,” Kim whined softly, feeling like her tongue was burning, “A lot.” She mumbled underneath her breath, unsure if she should bring up where else she was burning and itching at. She felt her cheeks flush, making her decide that it was best to keep quiet rather than embarrass himself.

“Let me see,” Rosemary said curiously as she lightly held onto Kim’s chin. Kim paused for a moment before she relaxed her jaw and stuck her tongue out, “Mhm. Looks like thrush.” Rosemary explained, but all it did was leave Kim slightly bewildered.

“What’s that?” Kim asked in confusion, feeling like she may have heard the name but nothing that she clearly recognized. She felt a little silly, feeling like Susan must’ve mentioned it at some point in her life. She was still blank.

“Sort of like a yeast infection but in your mouth,” Rosemary explained softly, “You know what that is, right?” Her tone became even more gentle, her eyes warm as she peered at Kim’s expression. Kim was fairly certain she had grown flushed again.

“No.” She admitted as she began to tug on her fingers. She felt like she should know what Rosemary was speaking of, but she was completely clueless at the moment.

“Well it’s white like this, but it’ll be scratchy in your vagina,” Rosemary explained as she turned to face Kim a little better, “It burns a lot. A nasty business really.” She wrinkled her nose up as she spoke, like she was trying to be playful to make the situation a little more light.

Kim was quiet for a moment as she thought about Rosemary’s statement, instantly knowing that she had that too. She gently rolled her sore tongue around in her mouth, wondering if there was a discreet way to go to the doctor. She felt awkward, like this was something basic she should’ve already known about her own body.

“Kim?” Rosemary looked at her softly, “Have you checked to see if you have an infection anywhere else?” She asked kindly, looking like she could tell how embarrassed Kim was. She shrugged her shoulders meekly, figuring that there was no point in denying it. She really didn’t understand how this had happened.

“Oh, I guess” Kim paused, “I think I might have that. It kinda burns too. Like you said.” She replied sheepishly as she continued to tug on her fingertips. She shifted in her seat, suddenly wishing she could hide herself away.

“How long has it been like this?” Rosemary questioned as she moved some of Kim’s hair from her face.

“Maybe two days,” Kim said softly, “I think. I didn’t know what it was. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Rosemary said quickly, “We can go up right now and get some cream and stuff for it. Hopefully we can get a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”

“I have to see a doctor?”

“Maybe for the thrush,” Rosemary nodded her head, “There may be something over the counter though. Come on.”

“We’re going right now?”

“If you’d like it to stop hurting,” Rosemary nodded her head, “There’s some creams you can get.”

“How do you say that?”

“Miconazole,” Rosemary replied as she held onto it, “It’s a little tablet that you put into your vagina and it dissolves.”

“Oh.”

“It’s not that bad,” Rosemary reassured her, “It’s helped me before.”

“You’ve had a yeast infection?”

“They’re pretty normal,” Rosemary smiled at her, “I got mine after both of my labors. It was dreadful.”

“Oh,” Kim nodded her head softly, “Okay. Thank you for helping me.”

“Of course,” Rosemary smiled, “It could be the change in your diet too.”

“Alcohol prevents yeast infections?”

“No,” Rosemary laughed, “It can actually be the opposite. Did Susan ever talk to you about this?”

“Not really,” Kim breathed out softly, “I didn’t know what my period was when I started it either. She worked a lot, I think it just slipped her mind.”

“I suppose it wasn’t only her fault,” Rosemary nodded her head, “Do you want anything to snack on before we leave?”

“Can I get candy?”

“Of course,” Rosemary smiled at her, “I think I’m going to get some chips. Maybe a soda. You want one?”

“A Coke would be nice.”

“What are you doing?” Kim looked at Billy confused, flushing as she quickly shut the door behind her. Billy looked up at her dryly, his eyes filled with irritation as he held a damp rag over his crotch. She held onto her items awkwardly, wondering if this was a bad time.

“My dick is on fire.” He grumbled, wincing as he shifted the rag around his dick again. She opened her mouth, then pressed her lips together as she quickly came to the realization that she’d spread her infection to him.

“Oh,” Kim smiled sheepishly as she held the box up towards her face, “Will these help?” She stared at the words on the box, but didn’t bother to read them. She only hoped that it would cover up how hot her face currently felt.

“Considering I don’t have a vagina,” Billy looked at her with raised eyebrows, “No.” He chuckled softly as he moved to the edge of his bed. She chewed on her bottom lip as she lowered the box, trying to think of the right way to apologize to him. She only hoped he didn’t think she was too gross.

“I didn’t know I had one,” She responded slowly, “Or what a yeast infection really was.” She mumbled as she approached him. She shifted on her feet before she joined him on the edge of the bed.

“S’fine,” Billy brushed her off as he draped the rag over himself, “I should’ve had you clean up better after the candy cane.” He sent her a sheepish grin this time before he moved his messy blonde curls from his face. She felt her jaw go slack, finally coming to the conclusion as she gently pushed at his shoulder.

“So this is your fault?” She teased him, shaking her head in disbelief as a giggle fell free from her lips. She shook her head, sure that she would never let him put anything food wise near her vagina again.

“Partially,” He grinned at her, “Looks like we’re suffering together.” He grumbled as he motioned down towards himself again. She rubbed at her jaw, sure that he wasn’t facing the full repercussions that she was.

“It’s in my mouth too.” She replied softly before she held her tongue out. He winced as he looked at her mouth, then wrapped his free arm around her shoulders to give her a soft squeeze.

“Oops,” He smirked as he kissed the side of her cheek, “Sorry, baby.” He mumbled softly as he brushed his cheek against hers gently. She lingered against his touch, enjoying the soft feel of his stubble against her skin.

“You owe me.” She told him seriously as she rested her head against his. She enjoyed the feeling of his warmth pressing against her side, even though she felt like there was a fire beginning to grow between her legs again.

“We better let the infection run its course first,” He grinned as he held onto her waist, “But of course.” He nudged his cheek against hers softly, giving her a reassuring touch. She shook her head, giving him an amused smile as she rested her forehead against his.

She felt lucky that Sam was still allowing her to take a little bit of a break from school. He’d give her mini lessons, but it wasn’t anything as intense as usual. She liked learning, but she liked being able to spend time with Billy more.

“Oh, Jesus,” Kim gaped as she glanced down at her legs, “That hurts.” She groaned as she rolled dramatically onto her side, resting on the couch as Billy sat on his knees next to her. He’d just been tickling her before she’d pushed him back, feeling a sharp pang spreading between her legs.

“The medicine hurts?” He paused as he leaned over her, still looking a little mischievous as if he was trying to figure out if she was messing with him or not. He rubbed his hands across her sides softly, warming her skin once again.

“It’s like-,” She paused, “Like there’s ants down there.” She thought for a moment, trying to think of the best way to describe it. He raised his eyebrows, his hands stalling from his previous movements.

“Oh,” Billy glanced up at her in confusion, “Maybe I don’t want to know.” He said as he settled back on the couch, wrinkling his nose in amusement. She laughed as she nudged her foot against his side.

“I mean,” She stopped again, “I’m trying to think of a way to compare it so you understand.” She said softly as she furrowed her eyebrows together, but was unable to come to a conclusion.

“I don’t think I want to understand,” He laughed, “No more candy canes.” He promised her with a stern nod of his head. She grinned as she thought about it, glad that she would know better next time.

“Why couldn’t this have happened with the honey?” She whined as she pushed at his side again, enjoying the laugh that left his lips. He caught her foot, squeezing her ankle softly in one hand as he watched her curiously.

“I just got lucky I guess,” He grinned towards her, “Sorry, Red. We’ll heal soon enough.” He told her softly, although he didn’t seem to be suffering in the same way that she was. He brushed his fingers down across her foot, making her jolt and yell out as the sensation of being tickled spread through her.

“This is gross.” She told him between giggles as she tried to wiggle her foot free from his grasp. She wrinkled her nose, doing her best to concentrate on shaking his grip off of her. He only smirked, dragging her closer as he gripped down on her thighs.

“It happens to a ton of people,” He paused as he looked at her, “You know what a UTI is, right?” He teased her, smirking as he squeezed at her ticklish knees. She laughed hard, sitting up so quickly that she nearly bumped her head against his. She gripped at his thick fingers, trying to pry them off of her knees.

“You’re very funny.” She said through her fits of laughter, still trying to pull his fingers off of her flesh. He only smiled, but did lightly let go of her knees. She watched him curiously, sure that this was some sort of test.

“Just wanted to make sure,” He chuckled as he squeezed at her knee, making her giggle hard again, “Does your mouth feel better at least?” He asked, peeping at her lips curiously. She paused as she moved her sore tongue around in her mouth.

“It hurts more than it does down there,” She admitted, “It’s really sore right now.” She told him seriously, seizing the opportunity to jump away from him at the sound of the phone ringing. She made her great escape, running towards the receiver as she listened to the sound of his footsteps not too far behind her.

“Hello?” She answered the phone, a smile still plastered to her lips as she looked at where Billy was now resting his elbows against the counter. He had a smirk on his face, looking like he was fully prepared to continue torturing her once she was done with the phone.

“Is Billy Hargrove there?” The serious tone on the other end of the line made her smile stall. She snapped her eyes up towards him, parting her lips as she was unsure of what to say. His demeanor quickly changed, like he could read her expression as he quickly shook his head no.

“Oh,” Kim paused as she held the phone to her ear, “No. You just missed him. Can I take a message?” She questioned as she furrowed her eyebrows together, unsure of what she was supposed to say. She felt awkward as she straightened her shoulders up.

“Neil Hargrove wanted to speak to him,” The officer replied, making Kim quickly glance back towards Billy, “We have some information regarding him if you could tell Billy to give us a call back.” She tugged at her hair, watching the adamant look on Billy’s features.

“Oh,” Kim said softly, “Is he okay?” She asked softly, feeling like she could at least give Billy some sort of answer. He walked closer and for a moment she thought he was curious as to what the answer was until he gripped the bottom of the phone, signaling for her to hang it up.

“I can’t disclose that.” The officer spoke up briefly, sounding fairly stern on the matter. Billy tugged at the end of the phone, nearly slipping it from her grip as she did her best to quickly answer.

“Right,” She nodded her head, “Um, I’ll have Billy give a call back then. Thank you.” She spoke a little louder, trying to make sure the officer heard her before Billy was quick to hang the phone up.

They were quiet for just a moment. She watched as Billy stared at the phone, his hand still wrapped around it. She wondered if he regretted not answering, if he truly did want to know how Neil was doing.

“Hey,” She paused as she looked towards him, unsure of how to continue, “They wouldn’t tell me if he was okay or not.” She added softly, feeling bad as she took one of his hands in her own. She squeezed him softly, feeling worried that he might be feeling as if he’s to blame for everything.

“I don’t want to talk to him,” Billy said simply, “They can stop calling.” He shrugged his shoulders, sounding like the conversation was over as he walked away. She quickly took large strides to keep up with him, following him outside. She shivered at the colder breeze, wishing she would’ve dressed a little warmer.

“Are you sure you don’t want to know what happened?” She asked him curiously, trying to think of the best way to phrase her question. She could tell that this was bothering him more than he let on.

“Do you?” He asked as he pulled a cigarette up to his lips, cocking his eyebrows before he quickly lit it. She watched as he took a deep inhale, noticing the way his hand was slightly trembling.

“I wouldn’t want him to show up in a few years mad about it,” Kim admitted as she twisted her fingers together, “But it’s your decision. I’ll support you.” She told him seriously, feeling another chill rush through her as she took a step towards him.

“I appreciate that,” He grinned as he pulled her against his side, “I don’t want to talk about him.” He mumbled as he took a deep exhale, turning his face so he could keep from blowing the smoke in her face.

She nodded her head in understanding as she rested against him, holding onto him softly as she drew soft shapes against his back. She couldn’t make him speak to Neil and she certainly didn’t think that he had to do it, she just wanted to make sure that he wasn’t trying to punish himself. She didn’t want him to feel as if this was all somehow his fault. It wasn’t. She didn’t speak it outloud, but she really did believe that Neil’s past was catching up with him.

He nudged his face against hers gently as he held his cigarette down to his side. He nuzzled his nose against hers before he dipped down, trying to press his mouth against her own, Woah,” She covered his mouth with his hand to stall his kiss, “I don’t want to give you this yucky mouth stuff.”

“I already have half of it.” He chuckled as he looked at her amused, his blue eyes calm despite the way his features were still so tightly wrinkled up. She rolled her eyes softly as she leaned against him, trying to hide herself away from the cold.

“But the tongue part is the worst,” She admitted, knowing how sore her mouth felt right now, “You don’t want that.” She told him truthfully as he tugged her a little closer. She watched the way his lips parted as he brought the cigarette back into his mouth. He lingered there for just a moment before he took a long drag.

“Thank you,” He mumbled softly as he glanced towards her, “For being here for me. For understanding. I really appreciate it.” His eyes locked onto hers and she wondered if he could read the surprise on her features. She felt like he didn’t have to thank her for anything. It was the least she could do.

“Of course,” She replied softly as she clasped their free hands together, “I’ll always be here for you.” She reassured him, giving his fingers another soft squeeze as she let the sun simmer lightly against their skin.

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“After I get the medicine,” Kim started slowly, “Can I get some more of the cream too?” She asked Rosemary the next day as they waited in the waiting room. She was nervous to meet this new doctor. She didn’t fear that he would necessarily be mean, but she just felt her stomach twist and turn in the same way it always did when she grew nervous.

“Honey, I don’t think you need to use that much.” Rosemary looked at her confused, looking like she was a second away from explaining just how much Kim should be using.

“I’m not,” Kim squeaked out softly, “Um. Yeah I’m not.” She fumbled with her fingers, feeling embarrassed as she looked down at her lap. She waited for Rosemary to get mad, for her to get cold with Kim again.

“Oh,” Rosemary nodded her head in understanding, “That’s why I wanted you two to have separate rooms, but what do I know?” She teased, looking amused as she glanced towards Kim’s horrified features.

“Oh,” Kim felt her face burn, her lips parting as she was unsure of what to say for a moment. She felt a bubble forming in her chest, like she may burst into nervous laughter, “I didn’t know it would happen, or - I’m sorry.” She said at last as she felt her neck beginning to prick in embarrassment. Rosemary laughed again as she gave Kim’s knee a soft squeeze.

“Don’t apologize to me,” She grinned before she leaned back in her seat, “I’m not the one that’s suffering. I don’t think Billy is either.” She shook her head, still looking amused as Kim did her best to melt deeper into her seat.

She kicked her feet out, trying to do her best to remain comfortable as she waited for her turn to be called back into the office. Rosemary kept a small conversation, talking about little updates on the bakery when Kim felt her body stiffen at who came out of the doors.

“Hey,” Dani narrowed her eyes as she approached, “What are you doing here?” She asked as she held her head high, bearing a smug look on her features. Kim glanced towards Rosemary before she tucked her hair behind her ears, then shrugged her shoulders as she did her best to remain stoic.

“Me?” Kim gulped, “Nothing. Just hanging around. I really like the, uh, the atmosphere here.” She furrowed her eyebrows together at her words, mentally cursing herself at the way she slipped up. She closed her eyes for just a moment, wishing she could blame the thrush for the awkward way her tongue moved.

“At the doctor’s office?” Dani raised her eyebrows in amusement, looking like she was seconds away from spitting out a laugh. Kim twisted her fingers together, suddenly more aware of how nervous she felt around her.

“Very calming,” Kim nodded her head, wishing she could hide behind Rosemary’s smaller frame, “What are you doing here?” She asked, even though it was fairly obvious why she was here. Kim kept waiting for her to call out the obvious situation.

“Is this one of your friends?” Rosemary asked softly, a soft smile lingering on her lips as she gave Kim a soft squeeze. She did her best to keep from shifting closer to her, reminding herself that she could deal with this on her own.

“Um,” Kim paused, “I don’t-,” She began to speak, trying to beat around the bush so she didn’t embarrass herself any further. She was sure that Dani no longer thought of her as a friend. Not after she found out about Billy, which Kim didn’t think was her fault. She supposed that the bitter feelings could be from her smashing a glass bottle in Audrey’s face, but she had a hunch that it wasn’t.

“I don’t think what Kim did was very friendly,” Dani smiled as she reached forward to squeeze at her bicep, “But maybe you’ll figure out that drinking issue.” She winked towards Kim, looking quite happy with the way she began to sink deeper into her chair.

“There is no problem,” Rosemary interjected quickly, “But I suggest you figure out who you should and shouldn’t run your mouth to. You wouldn’t want to say something to the wrong person.” She stated calmly, her eyes narrowed as she held eye contact with Dani. She slowly stood straighter, rolling her shoulders before she turned and left.

“Thanks,” Kim squeaked underneath her breath, wishing she would’ve found the courage to say something in response, “She’s mad because she used to date Billy.” She replied a second later, glancing over towards Rosemary was watching intensely as the door shut behind Dani.

“Goodness,” Rosemary mumbled as she shook her head, “He leaves quite the impression on them, doesn’t he?” She pushed her curly hair from her face, closing her eyes slowly like she wasn’t sure what to do with that information.

“You have no idea,” Kim giggled, “He’s a heartthrob.” She told Rosemary truthfully, but then realized she may have been speaking in a more dreamy way. She rubbed at her arms, glad that she was at least able to say that Billy was hers. Nobody else could say that.

It only took about ten more minutes for Kim to finally get called back. She ensured Rosemary that she was fine, that she could at least do this on her own. She stared at the scale when she stepped onto it, feeling a little bit relieved that she really hadn’t gained that much weight.

“So,” Her doctor drew out slowly as he examined her mouth, “You certainly have thrush. The nurse said you were treating yourself for a yeast infection too.” He stated, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else than here. He was a lot older than her previous doctor.

“Um, yeah,” Kim mumbled as she tugged on her hair, “That’s correct.” She nodded her head, fearing that they all knew how the infection had so easily spread through her. She was still a little humiliated over all of it.

“How did that come about?” He raised an eyebrow, speaking dryly as he held his pen towards his paper. She knew she was supposed to tell the truth, but she just didn’t feel comfortable enough to do that with him.

“Unsure,” She squeaked out as her face slowly burst into flames, “I don’t know-, I really like the decorations here.” She spit out instead, glancing around at the flowery wallpaper. She tried to edge the conversation into anything else, wanting to soothe at least a little part of her soul.

“Uh huh,” He nodded as he twisted the pen back and forth between his fingertips, “Is the over the counter medicine working?” He questioned her, making her nod her head quickly. She was having a hard time looking him in the eye for some odd reason.

“I believe so,” She mumbled as she lightly kicked her feet back and forth, “It feels better I mean.” She replied quickly, trying to make sure her statement made sense. She wasn’t sure if he wanted her to go into full details, to explain just how the medicine had slowly begun to make her feel better.

“If you’ll just lay back.” He responded as he stood up, turning so he could wash his hands. She watched curiously as he dried them with some of the paper towels before he put on a pair of gloves.

“What for?” She raised her eyebrows, fearing that she’d have to be exposed to him. She didn’t feel comfortable enough to do so. Not right now anyways.

“Just a routine pelvic exam,” He explained as he walked towards her again, like he was expecting her to already be laid down, “I’ll do a few quick swabs to test what the fungus is.” Kim stayed frozen to the side of the chair, her fingertips digging into her thighs as she suddenly thought about Logan. She didn’t trust this doctor, not yet.

“I’d rather not.” She finally spoke for herself, her features knitting up together as she worried about offending him. She didn’t necessarily want to explain her situation, but she could if he needed her to.

“You don’t want me to do the tests?” He paused in front of her, already sitting down on his chair as he began to tear his gloves off.

“I think-,” She gulped harshly, suddenly wishing she’d brought Rosemary in with her, “Can anyone else um do it?” She played with her fingertips, hoping that her words weren’t mean. She really didn’t want to come across as rude.

“Not today,” He replied as he swiveled in his chair, “Are you refusing to get it done?” He asked but he was already writing down on his paper. She frowned as she thought about his words, not liking how he described it. She didn’t think she was refusing anything, she just didn’t want anyone poking around down there.

“Can I come back and do it?” She asked softly, “Not today.” She said a second later, thinking that they could come to some sort of deal. She hoped that there was a female doctor here. She’d feel more comfortable with one.

“Not today,” He agreed with a nod of his head as he wrote something down, “Come back if the symptoms get worse.” He said at last, standing up and washing his hands again. She furrowed her eyebrows together, still wondering if she had done something wrong.

“Thank you,” She whispered softly, “Is that all?” She asked softly as she slid off of the seat, feeling glad that she had decided to wear a pair of jeans today. She rubbed her palms across the top of the material, sighing softly.

“The medication for your thrush should be ready in about thirty minutes,” He responded as he picked up his clipboard, “The exit is out this way.” He jerked towards that direction briefly before he was off, paying her no more attention.

She was slightly stalled in his response, but figured that it was better than him getting upset with her. She shrugged her shoulders softly as she went down the narrow and tricky hallways, twisting and turning until she finally found the exit.

“How was that?” Rosemary was on her feet quickly as she joined her, linking their arms together as she guided her out of the room. Kim thought about it for a moment, beginning to wonder if she had grown defensive for nothing.

“He said the medicine should be ready soon,” She replied gently, “I couldn’t do the pelvic exam.” She breathed out softly, wondering if it was something she should be ashamed over. Rosemary looked up towards her, warmth seeping into the blue of her eyes.

“Those are scary,” Rosemary nodded as she squeezed her arm softly, “Much more comfortable if you have a female doctor.” She said softly, looking thoughtful like she was going to do her best to figure out how to find her a new doctor.

“I had one in Hawkins.” She mused softly as she walked with Rosemary towards the car. She was sure that had been the only female doctor there, however.

“Oh yeah?” Rosemary smiled at her, looking genuinely interested as they waited for a car to come to a stop before they began to walk across the street. It was warmer than it was the day before. Kim wondered if it stayed this nice if they’d be able to swim in the ocean still.

“Steve’s mom,” Kim giggled softly as she thought about the distant memory, “She saw me naked before. She was my gynecologist.” She explained as she squinted her eyes, doing her best to keep the sun from blinding her.

“I see,” Rosemary laughed, “Certainly sounds like it would be an awkward dinner.” She teased softly, speaking exactly what Kim was thinking. She wondered suddenly if Rosemary would’ve liked having daughters, or if she preferred just having her two boys. She thought that Rosemary would be good at having a big family.

“I guess so,” Kim agreed as they walked back to Rosemary’s vehicle, “Do you miss your sister?” She asked softly, wondering how she was able to go so long without seeing her. She never wanted that to be her future for her and Max.

“Everyday,” Rosemary smiled softly as she buckled herself in, “She’s just not what she used to be.” She said softly, looking deep in thought for a moment. Kim paused as she chewed on her bottom lip, trying to think of the best way to approach the subject.

“Maybe she’s changed since then.” Kim suggested softly, still believing that everyone had a chance to get better once again. She hoped it would be true for Rosemary’s sake. Maybe one day they could bond once again.

“Maybe,” Rosemary agreed, “I think about that a lot. I just don’t think I’m ready yet.” She nodded her head thoughtfully, although she looked like she regretted her words. Kim knew it must be hard to say, but she understood it.

“I hope you find a time where you are,” Kim said softly, “I miss Max a lot.” She mused softly, hoping that Max might still change her mind. From the way Max spoke, it sounded like it was the right decision for her. She seemed a lot happier, despite people teasing her about her siblings dating.

“So does your dad,” Rosemary nodded, “I wish things were different.” She smiled as she leaned over to give Kim a soft hug. She held onto her softly, suddenly thinking about how badly she missed Susan despite everything that had happened. She needed to call her soon.

“I do too,” Kim nodded along softly, “Things could still change.” She told her they pulled away, hoping that she could reassure Rosemary. She wondered if Rosemary only thought of her as immature, like she couldn’t fully grasp the situation.

“I hope so.” Rosemary sighed softly, but didn’t look upset by the smile that formed on her lips. Kim truly hoped that her and Billy got the relationship they deserved. She felt bad for their lost time, as she now knew that Rosemary could’ve given him the life he deserved.

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“Are you okay?” Kim asked as she looked at the way Billy had himself positioned on the bed. She held onto Pearl as she walked inside of his room, noticing how the curtains were pulled shut. She felt slightly anxious, worried that he might be having another episode.

“No,” He grumbled as he spared her a glance, “My fucking dick burns.” He groaned, pulling back the sheets to show that he had wrapped himself in more washcloths. If she didn’t feel so bad, she thought that it might be sort of funny.

“I got more cream,” She offered with a soft smile, “I’m really sorry.” She told him as she joined him on the side of the bed. Pearl purred before she hopped out of Kim’s arms, then made her way towards Billy’s head. She curled up on his pillow, wiggling her body as close to his head as she could manage.

“Why are you apologizing?” He looked at her in confusion, “It’s just a little infection.” He brushed it off like it was nothing, but she was still a little embarrassed over the whole ordeal. She chewed on her bottom lip before she thought up an answer.

“It’s gross.” She said at last, moving her fingers to brush over his thin sheets. He looked at her curiously for a moment before he spoke again.

“You’re a dirty girl,” Billy shrugged his shoulders, “I already knew that.” He raised his eyebrows in amusement as he laughed softly, looking amused by her reaction.

“You’re the worst.” She groaned as she shoved at his shoulder, smiling at the way Pearl dipped further against him. He sighed for a moment, looking irritated as she took a moment to get comfortable on his chest. Kim reached forward and played with her fluffy tail for a moment.

“Oh, am I?” He grinned as he rubbed at Pearl’s ears, “Does your tongue feel better yet?” He asked curiously, shifting a little bit like he was going to sit up. She moved towards him, not wanting him to get out of his comfortable position.

“Not yet,” She admitted, “My doctor wanted to do a pelvic exam but it didn’t feel right.” She admitted softly, hoping that he might reassure her nerves. She still felt bad, like she was doing something wrong. She wondered if it was that important to get. Perhaps something was wrong.

“That makes sense,” He nodded his head softly in agreement, “You have the right to refuse.” He told her gently as he took a hold of her hand. She felt her lips twitch as he began to brush his thumb across her hand.

“Refuse makes it sound bad,” She replied gently, “Like, I don’t know. It makes me feel guilty.” She told him truthfully, wondering if her words sounded silly or not. She didn’t quite understand why she really felt that way herself.

“Don’t feel guilty,” He told her sternly as he leaned over and kissed her knuckles, “It obviously wasn’t that important.” He brushed off her worries, making her nod her head as she felt a little better with his statement. She trusted him.

“Billy?” She questioned him softly, watching the way he continued to pepper soft kisses against her skin. She smiled at the sensation, enamored with him completely.

“Hm?” He questioned as he looked up at her, his blue eyes shining brightly like her favorite constellations. She wondered if she’d ever memorize the different shades of blue.

“I hate being this itchy,” She started to tell him, giggling at the way he dramatically sighed, “It’s the worst feeling.” She wrinkled her nose up, liking the lighthearted conversation that filled the room.

“It does suck pretty bad,” He agreed, “But it’ll go away.” He reassured her, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before the door behind them was pressed open. Kim jumped, startled at the sudden intrusion.

“Hey,” Sam peeped his head in as he spoke, “You owe me a math lesson.” He pointed towards her, giving her a playful look as he waited for her to move.

“I’m coming,” Kim squeaked out as she quickly loosened herself from Billy’s girl, “Right now.” She added a second later, noticing how Sam was still lingering in the door. Billy groaned as he pushed his hair from his face.

“Get a move on then,” He teased as he took a step back, “No need to spread yeast anywhere else.” He wiggled his eyebrows between the both of them, looking quite proud of himself as he slowly backed up into the hallway.

“Dad!” She protested, her face burning as she quickly placed her palms over her face in horror. She shook her head, in total dismay over him finding out.

“Sorry, sorry,” Sam held his hands up innocently as he laughed, “I also didn’t need to know that, but it was shared against my will.” He replied as he walked away from them, but kept the door open. Kim groaned, really wishing they had just found their own apartment.

“I see where you get the no knocking thing from,” Billy observed as he gave her a dry laugh, “He’s lucky I covered back up.” He mumbled a second later, making Kim laugh as she thought about how Sam might react. She squeezed at Billy’s hand, thinking about how glad she’d be when she could kiss him again.

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t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d · 1 year ago

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Totally Platonic [CRUMBS]

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ little scenario to come out of Totally Platonic! bc someone reblogged abt don n leo and it gave me an idea LMAOOOO anyway might do stuff like this for any future fics :}}

Donnie sat tucked away in his lab, slouched over some new project that he had been determined to finish in a night. He had his headphones on with music playing, the lights turned low to help his eyes, and completely undisturbed in his work. It was so nice to be able to work with this peace and quiet.

“Donatello.”

God fucking damn it.

With a loud, dramatic sigh, Donnie set down the tool in his hand and slipped his headphones off, swiveling in his chair to give Leo a look.

"What. What could be so important that you must tear me from my brilliant, genius inventions?" Before Leo could even get a word in, Donnie stuck a hand up in a 'halt' motion. “You have ten seconds.”

He pulled up his phone, setting a timer. “Go.”

Leonardo scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Youtoldthem,Ican’tbelieveyou,youfuckingsnitch-!”

The timer rang and Donnie turned back to his lab table, putting his headphones on and slipping his protective goggles over his eyes. “Aw, too bad, I couldn’t understand you and your time is up. Boohoo, so sad, leave me alone.” He waves his hand dismissively. “Any moment now, dear brother.”

Leo groans, leaning over Donnie’s lab table, glaring and tapping his fingers on the desk until he’s given attention again.

“Okay, what then? What could you possibly want of me?”

“You’re a snitch!”

Dontello furrowed his (fake) eyebrows, clicking his tongue in thought as Leo’s tail swished in agitation, hitting Donnie’s desk and causing dull thunking sounds. (To not embarrass his brother further, the softshell pretended not to notice Leo balling up his fists in order to not flutter his claws at him.)

He snapped his fingers. “Ohhh, you mean how I informed Y/n of your romantic interest in them?”

“Yes, of course I’m talking about that!” Leonardo shouted back, cheeks burnt red. “That was embarrassing! Man, I thought we were brothers!” He huffed.

“Oh, please. You can’t tell me you aren’t secretly grateful. We all know that you weren’t ever going to actually admit it to them.” Donnie pointed out.

The red-eared slider went silent.

“My point still stands.” Leo smacked the back of Donnie’s head. “Asshat.”

A/N ;; hihi back!!! this was meant to be a scene in the og fic but i couldn't find anywhere to squeeze it in </3 SOOO for future fics, i might do lil add-ons where i call em crumbs (like this one) and write scenes that didn't make the cut ^^ ALSO THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THE POSITIVE RECEPTION ON MY FIRST FIC AKDKJDNFBNS IM SO GLAD SO MANY PEOPLE LIKED IT :DDD more reqs/fics in the work that will be done in due time!!

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lxngbottom · 4 years ago

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2:00AM | N.L.

in which neville & the reader have an interesting text conversation at 2 in the morning. (AU with phones!)

warnings: nsfw, smut, sexting, swearing, pet names

i made this gif btw!!!

bold & in italics = neville / bold = you

(PART 2)

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you sighed as you flipped over in your bed for what felt like the hundredth time that night. you couldn’t seem to sleep, as every position was uncomfortable, and the air in your dorm was simply too warm. you heard your dorm mates fast asleep, small snores escaping with every breath they took. you couldn’t deny that you were jealous of them, as you would do anything to go to sleep right now.

you picked up your phone that sat on your bedside table, and typed in the password quickly. you figured if you wouldn’t sleep, you could at least preoccupy your mind by scrolling aimlessly on social media.

as you scrolled through instagram, pausing on hermione’s spam post to see her huge rant about some random girl she had disliked, (of course it was lavendar brown, but of course she would never state that publicly on social media) a familiar name popped up as a snapchat notification.

neville longbottom🪴

you opened snapchat up, and opened his snap to find a simple picture of his face, but the camera only showed his nose and up. there was no caption, just a random snap. you simply ignored it, thinking he simply just sent it to the wrong person.

but, your eyebrows furrowed when something else popped up:

neville longbottom🪴 is typing...

you opened the chat, staring blankly at the screen as you waited. you and neville were by no means close, but he had helped you out a few times with herbology. you couldn’t deny how sweet he was, and you were shocked to find out that girls weren’t crawling all over him. you and him had texted before, the conversation even slipping into sensual territory, but you barely even spoke to each other in person.

why’d you leave me on opened? ):

you rolled your eyes as you automatically began to respond,

thought you sent it to the wrong person lmaoo

neville longbottom🪴 is typing...

no... i just wanted to see how you were lol

you furrowed your eyebrows at the text, but shrugged as you came to the conclusion that he could most likely fill your boredom for the time being.

oh. well, i’m fine ig haha

that’s good, why aren’t you asleep tho? it’s 2

idk... i should be asking you the same thing mr longbottom (:

mr?

mhm... mr.

you smirked to yourself. you actually quite enjoyed the last time you flirted with him, so why not try again?

wow okay

i like that

ofc you do

you seem like the type who would (;

only from pretty girls like you i suppose...

you think i’m pretty???

duh

you’re like the hottest person in hogwarts

lmaoooo stop

not true

it is true!! if you don’t believe me, ask around

idk how you don’t have a bf yet honestly

you don’t even wanna know how often i think ab you

you stopped for a moment to reread the message, just to make sure your eyes weren’t seeing things the wrong way. but, you decided to play along and be bold.

well... in what way do you think ab me mr. longbottom?

in a lot of ways, doll...

tell me

why should i? you should be sleeping. it’s past your bedtime ms. y/l/n

you giggled and bit your lip as you began to type again,

i can make some sacrifices

but seriously

tell me all the ways you think ab me.

there was a pause in the conversation before he began typing again. and it seemed as if he kept erasing his messages, and retyping them again.

well... for starters i think ab touching you

how pretty you are...

how good you would look underneath me (;

your breath hitched a bit from the text, but you couldn’t deny the fluttery feeling in your gut.

i also think ab that hair of yours

how good it would look wrapped around my fingers

you felt your panties dampen as he kept on sending texts, saying all the ways that he thinks about you.

one time you wore this shirt

and holy fuck

your tits looked so good in it

the things i would fucking do to you y/n

you glanced around your dorm for a moment, double checking if your dorm mates were really sleeping. and, it seemed so. so, you closed the privacy curtains on your four poster bed, and took your pants off with a quickness.

what do you want to do to me, nev?

i wanna fuck you until you can’t walk anymore that’s what i wanna do

i’m hard rn just thinking about it

i have an idea (;

that’s when you slipped off your shirt, and took a quick photo of your breasts, nipples covered with your arm, and sent it to him. he seemed like someone you could trust. he never gave you a rhyme or reason not to trust him.

holy fuck.

you’re so pretty

thank you mr. longbottom, i could say the same ab you (;

yeah

but only one problem

you’re being a fucking tease

covering your nipples and shit

like a fucking slut.

that’s when you ran your hand down to your now dampened panties, and began to tease yourself lightly by rubbing small circles on your clit.

a slut???

yeah

a pretty slut at that

you don’t even know what i would do to be with you rn

i would have so much fun with you princess

then why don’t you?

he paused once more, and little did you know, he instantly unplugged his phone, and slipped his shoes on.

i know you’re touching yourself

so stop rn.

but why? ):

be at the greenhouse in 10 fucking minutes.

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witchyxmalfoy · 4 years ago

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ALL TALK

Draco x reader

(Gif Creds^^)

Request: “well anything enemies to lovers turn into filthy smut is fine with me lmaoooo if u have a taglist can u add me to your hp one??? have a lovely day x”

Thank you for request love hope you like it🖤 tag list started below.

Warnings: SMUT, Draco being a bully :3 probably typos

Your body swayed gently in the motions of the Hogwarts express as it ran over the tracks underneath it. All summer you were looking forward to finally get back home. You and Ron made small talk while you waited for the third of your party.

The compartment door parted, you looked up, not to find Harry but instead to meet a pair of grey eyes under knitted brows.

“What do YOU want Malfoy.” Ron huffed and kept his eyes down, picking at his sweater.

The blonde before you wasn’t the same boy you knew last year, he was tall. Broad shouldered in a perfectly fitted suit probably thanks to his mother. Platinum hair shorter, falling free onto his forehead but still perfectly combed. He was stroking his collar with his large hand, decorated with his silver house ring.

“I heard a rumor Potter got expelled,” he raised his eyebrows, looking around to see Harry absent. “Ah, so I see!” He said rather excitedly

“Shut you mouth Malfoy.” You snapped, slightly standing up in anger.

Ron was still wide-eyed and speechless.

“Well well well, what do we have here? Y/L/N. You better put a muzzle on this one Weasley.” Draco nodded towards you.

You gritted your teeth.,

“Learn to keep your mouth shut Y/L/N if you know what’s good for you.” He eyed you up and down with narrow eyes.

You stood up and grabbed ahold of his suit collar.

“Get. Out.” You seethed through your gritted teeth.

He brushed your hand off his collar quickly and straightened his suit, wearing a smug smirk.

“This isnt over kitten. You too weaselbee.” He scrunched up his nose in disgust and left.

A couple weeks of classes went steady and Harry had finally returned. You quickly grew a strong distaste for Draco. You would walk the halls to see him nudge Blaise on the shoulder and quickly point to you and share a laugh. You would just shrug it off usually, completed with and eye roll.

You sat in potions class as Snape bellowed over the bickering students to be silent. He had now put a new, and unlucky seating arrangement into effect. You were now seated at a small table with Penny Clearwater, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.

Penny, who sat beside you was quite quiet, and the boys across the table from you talked loudly almost on purpose through class.

Penny got up to grab the ingredients for the table as you sat studying your notes trying to ignore the blonde.

“I can’t believe this. Now we have to sit by a prissy Gryffindor, and a Y/H brat, who can’t keep her mouth shut. Brilliant. The only one we’re missing is the chosen one.” Draco mocked and rolled his eyes, as Blaise laughed.

Your grip around the book grew tighter, knuckles now a light shade of red.

“Hopefully they will learn fast, how to respect their suppiours.” Draco continued with an over dramatic tug to his collar.

“I hope you don’t mean yourself!” You couldn’t help but give a sarcastic chuckle, not looking up from your book.

“How dare you talk me, you brat.” Draco scoffed, offended.

You furrowed your brows, feelings his eyes burn on you, still not looking up.

He reached over the table and grabbed a fist full of your pony tail so you would meet his gaze.

“Clearly.. you need some help keeping that mouth of yours shut darling.” He said lowly letting go of your hair and falling back to his seat.

You felt a burning in your stomach, you didn’t know weather you wanted to punch that stupid smirk off his face or if the heat coming from your core was clouding your vision. Your eyes stung in anger but the pool between your legs quickly grew as he bite his lip watching how flustered you now were.

You quickly fled the potions classroom, not even bothering to be excused. You made your way to the girls lavatory and gripped the sink. You began to splash cold water on your face

‘Snap out of it. Merlin Y/N. Fuck.’ You cursed yourself trying to get ahold of the sudden emotions pulsing through you.

The girls bathroom was abandoned as usual, you were all alone.

You made your way to the last stall and gently closed the door.

You slipped your soaking panties off from under your skirt and decided it would be best to at least have a release, maybe if would help clear your vision.

You ran your soft fingers down to your core and began slowly rubbing the bundle of nerves. All that went through your head was thoughts of the idiot blonde, you tried to bring your thoughts to more pure things, such as Harry. You had a crush on the chosen one for longer than you could remember. Thinking of the raven haired boy usually did the trick- but nothing. Your thoughts floated back to Draco and how you wished his large hands would choke you till you couldn’t scream his name anymore. The knot released, leaving your own cum dripping down your thigh slightly.

You had to have guessed you were probably almost late for divination by now, so you pulled you soaking panties up and made your way back to the sink to clean yourself up.

You noticed your mascara had ran a little, so you bent over the sink to get a closer look.

You almost jumped when you heard a scoff behind you, and a mans voice.

Draco was staring up your skirt, noticing the wetness darken your panties, and eyes following down to your damp thighs, a smirk plastered on his face knowingly.

You were frozen for a few moments before turning around to face him.

Draco used his index finger to gently lift your chin up to his gaze.

“Got nothing to say now, do you Y/N.” He said stroking your cheek gently. This was the first time he addressed you by your first name, sometimes you wondered if he even knew it.

“I do believe, I still need to teach you a lesson. Give that pretty mouth something to do. Understand?” He whispered the last part into your ear darkly.

You nodded frantically, the pool in your panties already flooding again.

He grabbed a fist full of your hair roughly and slowly lowered you to the ground till you sat on your heels.

A quick jingle of a belt and buttons and his trousers and underwear pooled at his feet. You looked up to him wide eyed and he chuckled at your innocence.

“Go on darling, get to work.” He purred as he brushed some hair out of your face.

You wrapped your little hands at the base of his shaft and slowly brought the tip to your mouth, kitten licking the pre cum off the head.

You began to take him in inch by inch, he was a lot bigger than you had imagined. Your little lips wrapped around his cock snugly as you bobbed your head up and down off him slowly. You felt every vein and twitch as you closed your eyes his pure bliss.

Draco had had enough of the slow teasing and wrapped his large hand around your neck and the other was still tangled in your hair. He brought you head down and back over his cock while he trusted his hips into your face relentlessly.

Your lips were swollen and pink, your cheeks flushed. Tears were poring down your face, taking the rest of your makeup with them. Your spit was dripping off your chin, as you rubbed your thighs together for friction desperately.

“I think I need to teach you a lesson more often, don’t I pretty girl?” Draco said in between groans.

You felt him twitch in your mouth before shooting streams of his hot seed down your throat then releasing your head.

You gasped trying to catch your breath as he cupped your pink cheeks.

“You’re mine now Y/N. Mine and only mine.” He panted kissing your forehead lightly, and wiping the tears off your face.

You gave him a sheepish smile, holding a blush and nodded.

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auroracalisto · 4 years ago

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for the love of you—part four

summary: a fourth part to my series, “for the love of you.” where rebekah and the reader get closer and have a bit of domestic fluff and where the mikaelsons and the reader realize what could happen if she stays around for much longer.

pairing: slightly romantic! rebekah x reader, platonic! kol x reader, elijah x reader, klaus x reader

word count: 2.1k words

warnings: mentions of death, visions, uhhhh, vampire shit. i mean.

a/n: now, i should have had this done some time ago. however, i'll just dedicate this edition of "for the love of you" to reaching 500 followers!! also. i’ve been in a mega rebekah mood lately, so that’s why she’s getting more “action” than the other siblings rn. lmaoooo.

read part one here, part two here, and part three here.

RECAP

“—[Your name],” Elijah softly said, frowning. "It most definitely was a vision. However, that doesn’t mean we can’t prevent it from happening. You were right to tell Kol, I know you were skeptical of him making fun of you.“

"Hey—”

Elijah stared at Kol, raising an eyebrow. "You know it’s true. You would have, had it not been something so serious.“

Kol rolled his eyes before he cleared his throat. "I’ll go get Klaus and Rebekah.”

He left the room, leaving Elijah standing there with [Your name].

“Are you okay?” Elijah frowned softly at her.

[Your name] frowned. "If it was a vision… what… what does that mean?“

Elijah frowned even more. "Like we said with your being here. We will figure it out.”

Soon, each of the siblings had made their way to the kitchen. [Your name] stayed in her spot by the sink, her hand still gripping at her now warm glass of water.

Klaus looked over at Elijah, a confused expression enveloping his handsome features. “What’s going on?” he asked, taking a seat at the island, close beside Rebekah. There were only two stools at the island—this led to Elijah standing across from [Your name], leaning against the countertop closest to the stove, and Kol standing at the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.

“It seems as though [Your name] had a vision.”

Klaus turned to her, expectant to hear her vision.

She refreshed Kol and Elijah on her vision, while giving the other two siblings new information. But it was still as terrifying as it had been when she first relayed her vision. Kol dying, people she had yet to meet being in her dream. There were so many things that struck [Your name] as odd, but she still couldn’t get over the fact that she had been bitten—by what, she had yet to figure out.

Klaus frowned deeply. He looked towards his brother. “I would have suggested bringing Bonnie in to figure out what brought her here, but it sounds to me like we should be avoiding each of them for the time being.”

“Agreed,” Kol spoke up from the doorway, rolling his eyes. He was not about to be killed because the Salvatore’s wanted it to happen. Their little human pet would not be the reason he died.

Elijah looked back over at [Your name], frowning. “I suppose we should tell you a couple more things. I didn’t want to overwhelm you on your first night staying here, but a vision is sign enough that you need to know.” He took a hold of her hand and led her over to stand in front of Rebekah and Klaus at the counter. She sat her cup down, nervously looking at each of the siblings.

“We are vampires,” Rebekah softly spoke, reaching out across the counter to take [Your name]’s hand.

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t make any noise. It made sense—if she truly had been bitten in her vision, then that would explain it. She gave a small nod, squeezing Rebekah’s hand.

“Okay.”

Kol blinked slowly at the girl, pushing himself off the doorframe. “Okay? That’s all you have to say?”

[Your name] blinked back at him in the same manner, nodding. “There’s nothing more to say. I… I’m not afraid of any of you. I feel like I should be,” she couldn’t help a small smile from forming on her lips. “But I am not afraid.”

“You’ve no reason to be afraid,” Rebekah softly said, smiling in response. “I do believe Kol is trying to tease, but he’s rather bad at it, isn’t he?”

[Your name] grinned, looking back over at Kol. If he had the ability to blush, he was sure that he would have. Kol just rolled his eyes and came over to the counter, leaning against it. He looked at Elijah and cleared his throat with an awkward cough.

“Well? What will we do about it?”

“I will reach out to a couple of witches,” Elijah said. “But until I am able to get a hold of any of them, we will all do our parts in keeping each other safe. Kol, I advise that you stay near one of us if you go out. If anything, try to stay home.”

Kol rolled his eyes once more. “Whatever.”

“And [Your name],” Elijah said, turning to face the woman. “I am sure that we will have to get you well-acquainted with Mystic Falls, despite your visions. We will not keep you cooped up—you are in no way our prisoner.”

[Your name] watched her soulmates, giving a knowing nod. She had a feeling that they each knew what to do, even if she felt like she was drowning in endless bouts of information. But soon enough, things would make sense. It had to.

[]

The morning after their discussion, Rebekah woke [Your name] and practically forced her to get ready for the day. Rebekah used what makeup she could on [Your name]’s face, and gave her the few hair products that [Your name] would be able to use on her own hair as well. Some time while she was getting ready, Rebekah disappeared and then came back just minutes later with a bag filled with clothing—things that would fit [Your name] and things that she knew she would like.

After Rebekah made her change, she finally told her what all of it was about.

“I am taking you out,” Rebekah smiled, crossing her arms over her chest. “You can call it what you will. A date. A friendly outing. Date would work better since you are my soulmate,” she laughed softly, reaching out to take [Your name]’s hands. “But this way, we can both get out of this stuffy manor and see what Mystic Falls has to offer. Perhaps the more we talk, the more we get to know about each other as well. Is… is that okay, [Your name]?” she smiled. “I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable.”

[Your name] faintly smiled. “You aren’t doing anything that would make me uncomfortable. We… should get a move on, if you want to take me anywhere specific.”

Rebekah grinned. “I have to take you to the shopping center. I am very aware I bought you a couple of outfits, but surely, you need more than just the items I purchased for you!”

“Rebekah,” [Your name] blushed. “I have no money.”

“Nonsense,” Rebekah grinned, taking her hand in hers. She leaned over to press a quick kiss to her cheek before leading her downstairs. “You do not have to worry about anything like that while you’re out with me. I promise.”

[]

Only hours later did [Your name] and Rebekah return to the Mikaelson Manor.

Kol was waiting at the doorway, impatiently. He couldn’t believe he just let Rebekah take [Your name] right from out of his nose.

“Took you both long enough,” he huffed softly, opening the door. He took notice of all the bags that the two of them were carrying. His eyes softened at that. Rebekah was just trying to make her feel at home—surely, that is what was happening. Kol began to speak before his brain was aware of what he was saying. “May I help you with those?”

Kol could have hit himself. Hell, he had no idea why he was being so nice to [Your name]. Perhaps it was the fact that she was his soulmate. But despite that, he still could have ended himself right there and saved himself the embarrassment that Rebekah would soon rain down on him. But the smile that lightened [Your name]’s face would make the torment all worth it.

“Yes, please,” she quickly said, moving to hand him some of the bags. But before she knew it, Kol had grabbed every single bag she had and took it up to the guest room that she was staying in. He didn’t show his face again, but [Your name] reminded herself to thank him later.

Rebekah was trying to hold back her laughter as she took the bags upstairs with [Your name].

“I do not know if I’ve ever seen my brother so… flustered,” she laughed softly, sitting some of the bags on the bed and some of them on the floor.

“You think he was flustered?” [Your name] looked over at Rebekah, smiling in return.

“Oh, most definitely.”

Rebekah walked over and took a hold of her hands. “Before we start to unpack everything, why don’t we go and see if Elijah and Klaus have gotten a hold of any one? The sooner we can figure out your vision, the better.”

It was more of a demand, rather than a question. But [Your name] still agreed, allowing Rebekah to lead her down into the living area.

Elijah looked up from where he sat; a woman was sitting beside him.

Rebekah held tighter onto [Your name]’s hand, but not enough to hurt her.

“Elijah. What the hell? I thought we agreed to not have Bonnie and her friends to step foot near [Your name].”

“We did,” Klaus sighed from across the room, pouring himself a drink. “That was before Bonnie showed up, informing us that not only did she bring someone from an alternate universe to our home, but that there is no reversing the spell.”

Klaus came over and sat across from Bonnie, keeping his eyes on her. “And go ahead, Bonnie. Tell them what you told us just moments before my dear sister walked in with my soulmate.”

Bonnie flinched at the tone of his voice, but she knew that it was well-deserved. Bonnie looked over at Rebekah and [Your name] with a deep frown. “I had a vision. The same one that your soulmate had,” she said, talking mostly to Rebekah. “But instead of Kol dying, it was [Your name] who died.”

Rebekah stood there, her eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“It means that… that [Your name] being here is not normal. It is changing fate and how our timeline is supposed to go. I was reading through my grimoire and it said that it is possible that someone from an alternate reality showing up in a different timeline can completely derail how fate is supposed to go entirely, unless we send them back. To send them back, of course, I have yet to figure that out.”

[Your name] stood there for just a minute, thoughts swimming through her head. “What… what if I don’t want to go back?” she asked, gripping onto Rebekah’s hand.

Bonnie grimaced. “Then every one that you interact with could face dire consequences.”

“Like?” [Your name] spoke, her heart pounding in her chest. Each of the siblings could hear it.

“Um. Well. Death. Gruesome deaths, not to mention. Mutilation. Wiped memories. Disasters, all around.”

The once happy expression that [Your name] held all that day had diminished within moments. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She didn’t want anything to happen to any of them. She looked between each of the siblings, tears quickly forming in her eyes.

She had only been there for a couple of days, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if anything were to have happened to them. After a moment of silence, [Your name] looked at Bonnie.

“What can we do?”

Bonnie went to stand up. “I will be researching ways to send you back. Until then, each of you should stay out of trouble. Stay here. I’ll let you know what I find.”

As Bonnie left, [Your name] looked at the siblings once more.

“I don’t want to leave you all,” she said, tears beginning to spill. “But I couldn’t… I can’t stay if that means each of you will get hurt.”

Rebekah let go of her hand, turning to face her. She quickly wrapped her arms around [Your name]’s shoulders, giving her a tight hug. [Your name] returned it, burying her face in the blonde’s neck.

“There has to be something that we can do,” Rebekah said, her eyebrows furrowed. “Bonnie’s magic brought her to us. She is our soulmate,” she spoke, looking over at her older brothers. “Surely there is some way that she can stay without it hurting everyone.”

“If Bonnie finds a way,” Elijah said, a defeated look spreading across his features, “then [Your name] can stay. But if not…” It seemed like it pained Elijah to say anything else. “If not, we cannot allow her to stay. For our safety, and for yours, [Your name].”

[Your name] lifted her head from Rebekah’s embrace and she locked eyes with Elijah. “I know.”

There were many times throughout their lives that the siblings felt defeated. They could add this to their growing list of grief. They finally found their soulmate, and now, they happened to find out that their soulmate could be the end of everything as they know it—even if she didn’t mean for it to happen.

Rebekah slightly pulled back and pressed a soft kiss to [Your name]’s forehead. “We will find a way to keep you here. I will not allow you to go back to a place where you feel unwanted. To a place where we aren’t there to keep you safe.”

[Your name] closed her eyes, appreciating her kind words, but the only thing that she could think about was the fact that she would be the Mikaelson siblings undoing.

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suganovakawa · 5 years ago

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two anons asked for more introverted and shy! reader .

Omg the headcanon w suga was so good TT I wanted to ask if you could do the same one with kags;-; 💞 like the introverted shy one

Oh my goooddddd the Suga one was so cuteeeee! Can I request the same one w kuroo? ;-; if not it’s totally fine!

and you know what ? i love this headcanon so much so i’m gonna do more of this . i hope you don’t mind i put both in one , it’s easier to post !

𝐒𝐇𝐘 , 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 !

karasuno and nekoma boys protect you because of your shyness !

— check out my masterlist !!

you being a shy introvert has never affected these boys’ feelings for you . if anything , they feel more obligated to keep you safe and protected ! these guys will do everything to make sure you’re supported and loved .

a / n : ehehehehe as a somewhat shy person myself i needed this

holy moly this came out so much longer than i originally planned , especially tobio’s — enjoy 😭

anyways ! if you want to be part of my general taglist - just ask ! and be specific if you want to be updated for certain things ( just headcanons , just scenarios , etc ) 🥺

tobio kageyama

both of you are extremely shy but somehow you make your relationship work perfectly

well , tobio isn't shy , per se - he's just extremely awkward

shoyo was literally the one who had to do most of the communication between you and him before you two became a thing

kags became brave enough to ask you out himself after countless weeks of psyching himself up for it

he was beyond thankful when you said yes , his confidence was boosted now that he conquered his fear of confessing to you

kageyama is very understanding of your shyness - he won't ever make you do anything you're uncomfortable with , and will always make sure you feel safe when you two are out together

as more of an introvert himself , he prefers to spend time with you in private , so it's a win-win situation for the two of you in that case

you love to cuddle with tobio when it's just you two - he's become accustomed to you just climbing on top of him whenever and just making yourself at home

hinata was the one who encouraged you to meet the rest of the volleyball team - kags hit him on the head when he mentioned it

" BOKE ! THEY'RE SHY ! BE CONSIDERATE OF THEIR FEELINGS ! "

" no , it's okay tobio !! i'd love to meet your team ! "

he said o-o ??

" really , y/n ? you'll come to practice to meet everyone ? "

" y-yeah ! i'm sure it's not too bad . and maybe i could watch you practice too , if that's allowed ? "

" OMG KAGEYAMA PLEASE LET Y/N WATCH US PRACTICE IT WOULD BE SO COOL TO HAVE THEM THERE WE SHOULD TOTALLY - "

" SHUT UP DUMBASS IT'S THEIR CHOICE IF THEY WANNA WATCH "

yes you wanted to watch , but working your way up to meet them was a terrifying experience

what if they didn't like you ?

you mentioned your fear to tobio after school , who shook his head with a smile

" they're going to love you , y/n . you'd be surprised with how accepting they are . hinata and i told you about our first day , right ? "

" yes , yes you did "

WOAH A BUZZ CUT GUY OPENED THE DOOR

you jumped behind kageyama as the bald guy started yelling at him about who knows what , you were too spooked to listen

shoyo was already at the gym , and noticed you hiding behind your boyfriend

" guys , guys ! that's kageyama's s.o. ! the one hiding behind him ! "

did hinata forget you're shy or something like wtf dude

you peeked out from behind kags , going pale as a whole sea of tall men stared right back at you

" everyone , this is y/n . y/n , this is my volleyball team . " taking you by the hand , tobio kept you close to him as he pulled you to his side

everyone collectively said hi , quietly to not overwhelm you

" damn kageyama , already cuffed as a first year , huh ? " this short dude with a blond tuft in front of his forehead patted him on the shoulder , and you watched as tobio struggled to reply , his cheeks going pink in embarrassment

you stayed away from the third years , as they had this powerful presence around them that intimidated you - especially that guy in the man bun , he's terrifying

you kept your distance from tsukishima , too - he's tall , sassy , and very scary

thankfully kiyoko was soft spoken enough to make you feel comfortable with being left with her - WTF WHO IS THAT INCOMING GROWN MAN HIDE

wait it's just the coach - NEVERMIND FALSE ALARM

you had never seen kageyama play volleyball until now - you heard about his middle school reputation , but he felt self conscious about it . so , you hardly ever brought it up in conversation

watching him in action was like falling for him all over again

the way he handled the ball so easily ; he could probably set in his sleep if he wanted to

and that quick attack - like damn , shoyo and tobio really are the dream team

after practice , WOOO BOY you were all over your him

practically gawking over everything you saw during practice - like DAMN , that setter is your boyfriend

you begged him to let you watch karasuno practice again , you'd end up warming up to the others eventually - you had him and hinata for support

he felt shy with how excited you were to watch him practice , but agreed to let you come to practice with him from now on

" tobio , you're so cool !! i wanna learn how to do the amazing things you do "

" cutie . i'd love to teach you sometime , y/n .

tetsurou kuroo

needless to say , tetsurou is anything but shy

how you managed to snag a catch like kuroo is beyond you

he likes - no , loves - your soft atmosphere , the peace that your presence brings him

he was literally a magnet to you in his quest of wooing you

the moment you even appeared in the same room for a second he’d end up right there with you

even if he was clingy in a sense , he respected your shyness and your boundaries , and would step away if he felt like you were uncomfortable with him

yes we stan gentleman kuroo anyway

eventually his charismatic tendencies and alluring charms got to you and you began to enjoy his company more and more

yes , you agreed to becoming his s.o. , only if he understood that you would be sometimes too shy to go out places with him

he didn’t care , he didn’t care if all you two did was stay at home — this boy was over the moon that you were now officially his

the first thing he did was brag to his team lmao

did i mention that nekoma was betting on him being able to get you ?

kenma and lev owed yamamoto yen for being kuroo’s only supporter BFHSJNFNF

yaku took it a step further and told tetsu to bring you here — to which he internally panicked

he wasn’t planning on introducing you to the others so early , you two were still trying to get in the groove of being in a relationship

but after being pestered by literally everyone else on the team , he finally gave in and agreed to ask you the next time he saw you

he sugar coated it to the max when he saw you the next day

“ y/n , my absolute darling , i know you said you’re a shy little cutie and all , but — ”

“ tetsu , please just tell me what you need from me . ”

LMAOOOO you can read the third year like a book ; he shut up immediately when you shot an eyebrow upwards

“ i wasn’t planning to introduce you this early but , the guys from my volleyball team want to meet you . today , after school , preferably . ”

y/n.exe has stopped working

“ baby , baby ! you don’t have to , i swear ! i’m not gonna push you to do anything you don’t want , they just want to meet you in person once , is all . you never have to go again if you decide to go only one time , i promise . ”

hhhhhhhhh why is tetsurou like this

“ fine , i’ll go today . i have nothing to do after school anyway . but after that , no more . i can only take so much , you know that . ”

he punched his fists in the air before snatching a kiss to your temple

“ thank you , baby ! you won’t regret meeting them , i promise . ”

it took a lot of psyching yourself up to actually go through with this

but kuroo looked so happy when you agreed , you didn’t wanna let him down :(

so you two met up after school — he was already with kenma

you already met kenma in the past , so seeing him didn’t bother you ; he was an introvert too so he understood how you felt

“ hi , y/n . i’m surprised you can keep up with kuroo the way you do . ”

“ it’s strenuous sometimes , but worth it . ”

aww look at you two bonding — even if it was at kuroo’s expense , he looked like he was about to explode in tears of joy

that moment of peace left the moment the gym doors bashed open — WHO THE FGIDKFK WAS STANDING AT THE DOOR

BIG SCARY DUDE WITH WHITE HAIR

“ KENMA KENMA KENMA KENMA CAN YOU PLEAAAAAAASE SET ME SOME BALLS ”

“ not now , lev . ”

oh my god he saw you

no turning back now

the so-called lev widened his eyes , his jaw dropped for a few seconds before running back into the gym

“ GUYS , GUYS ! HE DID IT ! HE BROUGHT Y/N ! ITS HAPPENING ! ”

kuroo appeared like a deer in headlights as you looked at him dumbfoundedly

“ tetsurou . what , and i mean what , is going on ? ”

you watched as someone much much smaller than him — you recognized yaku , he was your classmate — literally kick lev across the back , causing him to fall over

“ they’re a rowdy bunch , y/n . but they won’t lay a hand on you , i assure you . they’ve got much more bark than bite . if they even do have a bite . ”

kenma answered you before kuroo could ; he was blubbering away with incoherent excuses answers you couldn’t even understand

a dude with a mohawk came up to inspect you , and you screamed

tetsurou slapped him away , before wrapping his arms around you protectively

“ don’t go near y/n ! they’re very shy , so please be careful ! ”

this is so embarrassing you might just die

kenma and yaku made sure everyone else yamamoto and lev gave you personal space

once they were all settled down , you actually thought they were a nice bunch — it also helped to know that lev was a first year , it made him appear much less scary

kuroo insisted that you stay for practice , and after some pestering from him and the rest of the team , you agreed

watching them practice was not what you expected

where was tetsurou kuroo and what did they do to him

you didn’t even recognize your boyfriend as he took his rightful role as captain on the court , helping the others and giving pointers wherever needed

the others fell in place , too — watching everyone practice was totally different to how they acted before

you were actually mesmerized , watching them — you didn’t even realize practice was over until kuroo walked over to you and told you that it was over

“ i-it’s over already ? ”

“ yeah , baby . it’s done . did you enjoy it ? ”

“ yeah . . . yeah , i did . i enjoyed it a lot , actually ! ”

“ well , if you’re up for it , the manager spot is very much open . but you don’t have to take it , i know you said this would be the only time you’d come with me . ”

oh no no no you were not gonna miss a chance to be mesmerized like that again

“ y’know what , tetsu ? i want to be the manager . sign me up . ”

cue a screaming yamamoto and long legs lev jumping for joy as tetsurou grinned like crazy at your response

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12yeahiminluvwu · 5 years ago

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Yours To Hold

pairing - Rudy x Chase’s Little Sister!Reader

Summary- Requested by anon! “Can you do one where the reader is Chase’s little sister and has a crush in Rudy or Drew.”

word count- 1,163, I got a little carried away hehe.

warning(s)- swearing, fluff :), kissing, truth or dare, mentions of alcohol

I re-wrote this like 5 times lmao but I hope you like this anon!!! Pt.2 here 😁

💀💀💀someone count the amount of times i said “your lips” LMAOOOO I NEED TO EDIT THIS!!

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The group was all laughing and joking around as you sat there quietly, listening to what everyone was saying. All of a sudden, Rudy walked through the door of the apartment and everyone smiled, greeting him. You did as well as he came closer to you, taking a seat beside you on the couch you were sitting on.

“What’d I miss?” He asked you, pulling your legs over his lap like he always did when you sat together. You did your best to pay no mind to it, knowing he was just being friendly, but you couldn’t help feeling heat rush to your face at the simple act.

“They’re just dicking around.” You waved off, looking away from the blond under next to you. He shrugged, grabbing one of your hands and absentmindedly playing with your fingers. Across the living room, you saw your brother Chase watching you two with a smirk and rolled your eyes. He caught your gaze, raising his eyebrows and giving you “the look” which made you shake your head.

“Hey why don’t we play truth or dare?” Bailey suggested and you sighed knowing that Chase would try to pull something.

“Eh… I don’t know if I wanna play-”

“Oh, come on, Y/N it’ll be fun!” Rudy said and your shoulders slumped knowing that you couldn’t say no to him.

“Fine!” you gave in and he cheered, pulling you closer to him and wrapping an arm around you and getting comfortable on the couch the two of you were sharing.

After a few rounds of embarrassing secrets and seeing Drew’s ass, someone finally asked you… Chase.

“Y/N truth or dare?” You screwed your eyes shut knowing that either one you choose will end in death. You were silent for a moment before you decided your fate.

“Dare…” You said slowly and your brother’s smirk grew.

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room!” He said and you smirked back.

“I can’t kiss myself, idiot!” You said, cocking an eyebrow at him as everyone cheered and clapped at your response.

“Haha, so funny. Fine, the second hottest person in the room!” He said and you sighed.

“I think everyone is equally attractive!” You said, doing your best to avoid doing what he wanted you to. To kiss Rudy. Chase had figured out you liked him a few months ago when he caught you staring at him at a party. Chase knew you like the back of his hand, and when he found out, he did everything in his power to try and get you two together.

You were sure that Rudy didn’t feel the same way. He was just a touchy-feely person. So, him playing with your fingers, and pulling your legs over his lap was just a way of him showing his affection in a friendship kind of way, not a romance kind of way.

“Y/N!” He said and you looked at him, eyes pleading.

“Oh, and remember you don’t have any outs!” Bailey said with a smirk. She knew as well after you had drunkenly spilled your guts to her one night. She was in on this. Great.

You looked around the room at anyone and anything but Rudy, but you could feel his eyes burning into you. Finally, you turned to face him and you could hear Bailey and Chase silently screaming in joy.

Your heart began racing at a million miles an hour as you slowly leaned in, closer to the boy you were already so close to. You felt his hand move up your leg to your hip, brushing his thumb back and forth and almost attempting to pull you further onto his lap. His breath fanned over your face, smelling of mint and beer.

It was like everything moved in slow motion as you completely closed the gap between the two of you, letting yourself experience the feeling of having his lips on yours. He reacted immediately, moving against your lips. It was a simple kiss, but you could feel the electricity spark between you.

It was over faster than you would have liked, but you forced yourself to pull back quickly, as to not draw attention to anything. He smiled at you as you backed away from him, and it took all of your strength not to let your cheeks burn bright red. Everyone hooted and hollered at the kiss but you dismissed it all, wishing the night to be over already.

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The game had ended after you all got bored and the night was winding down. You had moved from your spot next to Rudy shortly after the events that occurred between you and hid yourself away in your bedroom, hoping for everyone to leave soon.

A knock pulled you away from the daze you had fallen into, and you internally sighed when you saw who it was.

“Can we talk?” Rudy asked, making his way into your room, closing the door behind himself.

“Yeah…” You said, wiping your sweaty palms on your leggings. He laid himself next to you on your bed and stared up at the ceiling. You copied his actions, wondering what exactly he was going to say.

“You kissed me…” He said after a beat of silence.

“Yeah…” You said, unable to say anything else, afraid you might say something you didn’t want him to hear.

“And… I kinda liked it.” He admitted and your eyes widened.

“You what?” You asked, propping yourself up onto your elbows and looking over at him. He brought his hand up to your cheek, the other going to your waist, and pulled your body over his. He quickly brought his lips up to meet yours, and your previously tense muscles began to relax.

For the second time today, you felt your lips light on fire. The kiss was deep, but slow, like he was trying to convince you of something. His thumb brushed back and forth on your hip like it had earlier, but this time you felt his hand slide under the t-shirt you were wearing, finding a home on the small of your back. He pulled you even closer to him, if that was even possible, and you longed for it never to end. Sadly he pulled away, causing an involuntary whine to escape from your lips. He chuckled and placed another small peck on your lips.

“So… what does this mean?” You asked quietly, hoping to hear a certain question fall from his lips.

“What do you want it to mean?” He replied. Not the question you were looking for, but it’s going in the right direction.

“Do you really have to ask?” You said, and he smiled up at you.

“Will you-”

“Yes!” You said quickly reattaching your lips to his as he laughed into the kiss, flipping your bodies over so you laid beneath him.

“Finally.” He whispered against your lips, and you smiled cause he was finally yours to hold.

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drarry-with-a-side-of-harry · 4 years ago

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SO Diamond of the Day HMMMMM this episode was not was i was expecting and IT WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN I’D IMAGINED. HEARTBREAKINGLY DEVASTATING? YES OF COURSE. BUT SO SO BEAUTIFUL. i didn’t think it was going to be almost entirely Merlin and Arthur intimately talking and holding each other and everything coming out. and i’m so so happy that that’s what it was 🥺🥺🥺 it was fully just a Merthur episode. the episode we all deserved despite the tragedy because it did fit well even if it’s heartbreaking okay? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Merlin: “you’re bleeding”

Arthur: “that’s alright i thought i was dying

ARTHUR BABE COULD YOU MAYBE NOT FOR LIKE TWO (2) SECONDS???

Merlin’s just rambling about everything he’s done and should’ve done and Arthur’s just smiling at him dopily i cannot deal with this 🥺😭 and Merlin just breaks down crying as he tells him that he’s the sorcerer i- 🥺🥺🥺

the way they’re holding each other

Merlin said ‘i use my magic for you, Arthur. only for you’ 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 let’s be honest, Diamond of the Day Part 2 is all just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 oh, and some more 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Arthur just fucking breaks when Merlin first does magic in front of him knowingly obviously lmao he’s just so scared and feels betrayed i-

when Gaius comes back with the herbs and Merlin’s angry at his dad Gaius for not getting the best things he could because he’s just so scared about Arthur this boy i swear- 🥺🥺 but Gaius just knows and tells him to go water the horses lmao come on Gaius you KING

it’s so lovely when Gaius is talking to Arthur about Merlin and trying to talk him round and then we get the gem: ‘there are those who say he’s the greatest sorcerer to walk the earth’... ‘Merlin?’ lmaoooo Arthur stop being a little shit for like TWO (2) SECONDS and listen to Gaius

Merlin is just distraught ‘i can’t let you die’ OH BABY. the ANGST i simply could not deal

then they come across the two saxons ‘you have to help us, we were ambushed’ ‘by who?’ ‘tHEse tWo mEN’ nice one Merlin glad to see your ability to lie has not improved since.. the poetry incident lmaooooooo i can’t with him then Merlin fucking magics them into oblivion and all Arthur can say is ‘you’ve lied to me all this time’ 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and the look he gives Merlin just broke me. THE ANGST

then in the forest at night Arthur half heartedly spits ‘why don’t you use magic’ when Merlin’s tryna light the fire oh baby Arthur’s so mad i can’t with this boy. you little arsehole Arthur Pendragon boy’s been saving your life since day one pipe down ANYWAY Merlin gives him a proper answer and says it’s just out of habit and he turns to Arthur and this boy just NODS AT MERLIN AND THE GROUND, WITH A SLIGHT HINT OF A SMILE AND RAISED EYEBROWS AS IF TO SAY ‘GO AHEAD, DO IT’ THE CHEEK OF THIS MAN he just wants to watch him do it. anyway Merlin does and says ‘it feels strange’ and all Arthur can say is ‘yeah’ yeh alright well done mate do better next time i know you’re dying babe but please

Arthur still has the same expression on his face, ever so slight smile, and says ‘i thought i knew you’ and Merlin’s looking at him like ‘wtf man what do you want me to say to that exactly??’ but actually says ‘i’m still the same person’ 🥺🥺🥺 ‘i trusted you’ 🥺🥺🥺🥺 ‘i’m sorry’ 🥺🥺 ‘i’m sorry, too’ 🥺🥺🥺 I’M SORRY TOO. ARTHUR SAID I’M SORRY TOO

OH I’M SORRY BUT I CAN’T ANYMORE THIS IS TOO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

then a crazy intimate moment where Merlin takes off Arthur’s boots and Arthur’s so confused as to why he’s still acting like this UHHHHH KING that’s all Merlin’s ever done he just wants to be yours take that as you will

then Merlin’s feeding him and Arthur just comes out with it. he doesn’t understand why he would act the servant when he’s a sorcerer 🥺🥺 ‘it’s my destiny’ ARTHUR IT’S HIS DESTINY I- ‘as it has been since the day we met’ and Arthur cracks a slight smile at that 🥺🥺🥺 ‘i tried to take your head off with a mace’ ‘and i stopped you, using magic’ AND LET ME TELL YOU THESE BOYS REMINISCING JUST FINISHED ME OFF ONCE AND FOR ALL WHY IS THIS SO SOFT 🥺🥺🥺 ‘you cheated’ ‘you were going to kill me’ ‘i should have’ ‘i’m glad you didn’t’ and Arthur scoffs i’ve asked you before, can you just pipe down for a sec? thanks. and Merlin’s just saying lovely things to him and Arthur’s just looking at him so intently and sweetly ‘there’ll never be another like you, Arthur’ and then Arthur’s pondering and Merlin looks away like he’s spoken out of turn and idk man getting a bit of a GAY VIBE like he’s admitting his love and shouldn’t have. idk seems kinda gay to me. idk though

the way he holds his head while he’s feeding them yes i know this is just what you do but 🥺🥺🥺🥺

at this point every time Arthur collapses i was crying because i kept thinking he was gonna die at any minute i- i’m a mess

Arthur says ‘why did you never tell me?’ king. KING. how could he??? 🥺🥺 and Arthur just looks so so sad

the way Merlin’s holding him

Merlin tells him he didn’t want to put Arthur in that position of deciding whether or not to chop his head off and Arthur replies with a smile ‘that’s what worried you?’ 🥺🥺🥺 YES KING HE’S ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT YOU. Merlin tells Arthur that he was born to serve him and that he’s proud of that and Arthur’s just looking at him like Merlin’s just given him the world 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

‘so you’re not an idiot that was another lie’ lmaooooo king stop ‘no, it’s just another part of my charm’ and Merlin turns back to him and gives him the warmest little smile 🥺🥺 and Arthur has a little smile to himself 🥺🥺🥺

then Merlin’s doing all his little magic tricks to distract the saxons and Arthur’s watching so intently. so quizzically. and says with his trademark sarcasm ‘you’ve done this before’ and Merlin just looks at him and Arthur almost doesn’t know what to say until ‘all these years Merlin, you never once sought any credit’ YEAH WE KNOW KING THAT’S WHY YOU LOVE HIM

i just love how this episode is just the progression Arthur slowly coming to terms with who Merlin is and accepting him for it which is not what i thought it was going to be but boy oh boy am i glad that it is 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Arthur’s starts ‘whatever happens...’ and is about to say something sad and Merlin just- ‘shh don’t talk’ ‘i’m the king Merlin, you can’t tell me what to do’ ‘i always have, i’m not going to change now’ ‘i don’t want you to change. i want you to always.. be you’ 🥺🥺 this episode really gave us everything and then took it all away huh? and then they’re joking and Arthur’s delirious and passes out and Merlin’s got tears in his eyes, just holding his neck to make sure he’s ok 🥺🥺🥺

and then it’s time for Morgana to die and Arthur has to watch Merlin plunge this blade into his sister because that’s who she is even if she’s gone a bit bad lmao and Merlin says ‘goodbye Morgana’ and Arthur’s just staring like he feels nothing at this point 🥺🥺🥺🥺 but then he says ‘brought peace at last’ and i just- 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i’m broken 🥺🥺

and then Arthur collapses. and they joke about Merlin’s magic not being able to save him🥺 and Merlin’s just holding him. 🥺 because that’s what Arthur asks him to do 🥺 please. and Arthur says ‘there’s something i want to say’ and i was just sobbing uncontrollably at this point. and Merlin thinks he’s going to say goodbye. but that’s not it. of course that not it Merlin. 🥺🥺 ‘everything you’ve done... i know now. for me, for camelot... for the kingdom you help me build’ AND IT’S COMING. Merlin tells him he would’ve done it without him and i think we all know that’s not true and Arthur says ‘maybe’ with a smile at him 🥺🥺🥺 AND IT’S STILL COMING ‘i want to say something i’ve never said to you before’ and I FUCKING KNEW what it was going to be ‘thank you’ and i just broke and so did Merlin and Arthur’s just smiling at him and Merlin’s shouting his name but he’s gone and 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 he whispers ‘stay with me’ but it’s too late 🥺🥺🥺 and Merlin screams for the Great Dragon.

he tells him there’s nothing that can be done. and Merlin thinks he’s failed but dragon boy tells him that’s not the case 🥺🥺 because he’s built everything that he was supposed to with Arthur 🥺🥺🥺 ‘i can’t lose him, he’s my friend’ oh

‘Arthur is not just a king... he is the once and future king’ i-

and then Arthur’s in the boat and Merlin touches his forehead and he just breaks down crying and if i remember correctly Merlin, Arthur told you no man is worth your tears 🥺🥺🥺 and he just keeps touching him because it’s the last chance he’ll ever get. and he sets the boat off and he breaks down crying again. baby, me too

now, i don’t know if he was meant to light it up and couldn’t bring himself to??? but that’s what i’m thinking currently

OKAY I AM DONE. yes this was a post to help with the trauma. yes it’s long. i am currently dead. i’ll keep you updated lmao

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cant-think-of-a-username · 4 years ago

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Hi!! I have never gotten this before so I thought it would be super cool to ask for one ahah

may i be matched to a haikyuu character? 🥺 thank you!! <3

Pronouns: she/her

Gender Preference: male

MBTI Type: I just took it for the 1000th time a few days ago and got INFP-T (but I would tend to also get ISFP dsfkjs)

Astrology Placements: Scorpio Sun, Pisces Moon, Gemini Rising, Sagittarius Venus, Pisces Mars (if it helps)

Physical Description: long straight black hair that reaches the middle of my back, dark brown eyes (that apparently makes me look like i have eyeliner sometimes) with long thick black eyelashes, light-medium neutral skin, 5'5", i apparently have long legs, thick thighs, cute butt (LMAO im just listing wut ppl have described of me too sdfkj), soft hands with quite long fingers, pretty basic body i would say sdfjhsd, and i apparently make things look expensive (i love fashion) i would say the best way to describe what i wear is probably (dark) academia but i like just wearing whatever i like--i don't like to limit myself to a certain aesthetic.

Personality Description: with new people/in first meeting, i tend to be quiet or generally don't speak much but once i warm up to you, im a really playful person or at least i really enjoy acting that way.

im honest but i should remember that my words can cut sometimes (rip), ive been described to be incredibly kind (sdfkh)... maybe because i tend to put so much energy and effort and time into other people or my relationships (friends, family, literally anyone that comes into contact with me for a decent amount of time)

i tend to act or do things according to how i feel but despite having that trait of mine or having that inclination, i can still very much be realistic. as i act according to how i feel, i have been described to act younger than my age and i doooo and i aint gonna deny it pfftt ima OWn That sHiT

i have no problem with acting like a child. i love rain, i love water, i love the ocean, i love cafes or the smell of coffee, i love the smell of fresh laundry and feeling the warm fabric (caused by drying in the sun or from a dryer lmfao) of whatever it may be (clothes, bedsheets) on my fingertips..

i love self development or just trying to be better and combined with me loving or liking a lot of different things, i try a lot of things--therefore not really becoming a master at anything dkjfhfsd. and because of that.. (i think) because i try a lot, putting quite a bit of effort into my.. goals (i have perfectionistic and overachieving tendencies) i guess.. when it fails (ofc) im incredibly disappointed, and become pretty... fucking sad hhh and when that happens.. i start to become more lazy/complacent 🤡

..bonus (if u wanna sprinkle some "angst" i guess LMAOO): i overthink a lot (so i start to have difficulty making smarter decisions or thinking of strategies to solve my problems + i still have a sprinkle of self-esteem issues of course... feeling incredibly incompetent is not foreign to me) so i could exaggerate my troubles or make a problem out of nothing 😶, im quite emotional, i have the "dismissive avoidant" attachment style, feeling hopeless quite often aint foreign to me either 😭

bonusbonus: (wow dont i love talking about myself? sdfknsd) i love corgis

Hobbies: dancing, witchcraft, astrology, divination, spirituality, reading fan fiction (LMAOOOO), reading visual novels/playing otome games, painting, drawing, looking into psychology in some type of manner, netflix, swimming, watching anime i guess, trying new things, learning something (new)

Ideal Date: tbh going to a concert of an artist we both enjoy, an arcade or an amusement park (im like a scaredy cat but im almost 100% sure im more likely to go for the “scary” rides if i was with someone i enjoyed hanging out with anyway), probably going on a tropical vacation (cus, beach anddd water activities), water amusement park !!

A Must Have in my Partner: they have to be okay with me pursuing my goals lol; i already have a problem with putting too much energy into others that i dont get to direct that energy onto myself.. so someone who has my best interest in mind + being considerate of me (because.. of that dismissive avoidant attachment style i would say--im just saying this because its the best that i can describe it) and they should be okay with my childlike actions/tendencies lol (like... they shouldnt be repulsed or something like that--that they treat me unpleasantly because of it or something) (oops i just realized thats more than one when u asked just.. one)

extra information: a short drabble would be amazing !!

sorry this was pretty messy and i pretty much just babbled LMAOO

but again, if ever you get to do this (or even if u dont..)

thank you so much!!!

i hope you have an amazing rest of your day hihi <3

sorry it took me a while ! i was just really busy lately and barely got time to write 😅

hope u enjoyy :)

I ship you with..

Nishinoya Yuu !!

- You are the most gorgeous person he knows ;)

- he literally shamelessly approached u the moment he laid eyes on u

- even with ur somewhat quiet first impression, he never gave up making u eventually warm up to him

- doesn’t really mind brute honesty, in fact he thinks of it as a form of bravery

- he also loves seeing your childish side since he himself has one too

- wanna dance around in the rain ?? he will 100% join u !!

- he loves how determined u are to get better and will constantly tell u how proud of you he is for it

- even if things dont go ur way sometimes he will comfort u and tell u that its completely normal to fail sometimes

- there is no overthinking on his watch !

- noya knows how bad it feels and that u definitely deserve a little break but he wont let u laze around too much, trying to help u get back up on ur feet and regain ur confidence is something he never fails to do

- he loves watching u do what u love and is always willing to join u (not that he is always fully understanding of what he is doing)

BONUS :

Cheering you up on a bad day..

You were getting frustrated trying to fix a mistake you made on one of your paintings. You let out a loud groan hiding your face in your hands in exhaustion, finally giving up. Hearing a loud knock on your door, you tell whoever is outside to come in. “HEY, HOW WAS YOUR- ....day ?” noya looks at you with concern in his eyes. “are you okay ?” “yeah i’m fine, its just that this painting won’t look right no matter what i do” you sigh.“maybe i should just throw it away” “you are not gonna throw it away” he says, his tone completely different from before, more serious in fact. “you might just be tired now, so don’t you dare give up now. you can always try again tomorrow” he says walking towards you and holding your hands in his, a little smile forming on his face. “how about you take a break for now ? the sun is really warm and it’s still early; wanna go swimming ?” You look a little unsure. “you still haven’t used that corgi beach towel i got you” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. You chuckle at that, proceeding to look him in the eyes with a small grin forming on you face, “sounds like a plan”...

#dee.ships #im not that good at writing noya gdhshsh #haikyuu #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #nishinoya yuu #noya headcanons #noya imagine #noya hcs

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crossbows-and-moonshine · 4 years ago

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Screaming Salvation (Part two)

Was supposed to upload one a day of these until I run out and totally forgot lmaoooo

Let me know what you guys are thinking of this so far. This story may be somewhat darker than my usual. I don't know if dark is the right word for it but there is a lot of hurt and healing and shit involved.

Fun fact! The name of the fic was originally ‘The Hurt, The Hope’. Which is another As It Is song from the same album. I think it's self-explanatory why. The hurt is all they've been through, the hope is the kids. Carl, Judith and the new baby are the future of this new world. But I thought the other song fit it better so I changed it.

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It had been a few hours since they’d found Rosalie, and they'd done nothing but walk. Her already tired body and sore feet were screaming at her, and the cut on her arm was throbbing. Rick had said once they found shelter someone would stitch it for her. They didn't have time to stop and do it out in the open, it was too dangerous and it was getting dark. Some people had tried to introduce themselves. A woman named Maggie and her husband Glenn finding it their job to be the welcome party. Maggie pointed to everyone in the group and told her their names but she found it hard to care. She doubted she would be staying long. Once the woman realised the new girl didn't want to speak, only nodding or shaking her head and staring off at nothing, she decided it was best to leave her be. Maggie wondered if she was always like this or if it was the trauma of the day.

Rosalie noticed the crossbow guy, Daryl apparently, walking next to her the whole time. He seemed to do this thing where it felt like he projected outwards, like a protective shell that encompassed her and the baby. She wasn't sure if she was imagining it or just delirious from lack of blood and food. He never strayed far from her, and when they had to stop for a small break if someone got too tired, he seemed to hover close to her. Always alert and tense as he watched out for threats. He never seemed to let his guard down, and Rosalie knew that feeling. She had to be that way surviving on her own. If it wasn't for the fact she was injured and stupidly fucking tired, she would be the same way in that moment. The only reason she had some semblance of not being wound so tightly was the fact that she was with people, strength in numbers. She felt his gaze on her every so often but didn't care, keeping her eyes ahead. She had felt from the get-go that Daryl could easily suss people out. She just figured maybe that's what he was doing. She couldn't bring herself to care if he was. She wasn't a threat to his people, not unless they were a threat to her.

When they finally found shelter, she almost fell to the floor and kissed it out of desperation. She was beyond tired and she really didn't want to be out late in the dark with the baby. It was a run-down cabin in the woods, and after clearing it, they all filled in. They sat in the living space, a fire going to keep them warm, and the red-headed man and Latina woman took watch at the windows. When Rick handed her a bottle of formula like he promised, Rosalie felt like someone had cracked open all of her ribs. The pain and guilt were eating her alive. Even though she wasn't thrilled to be hanging with a group, she was grateful and she wanted to thank him. The words wouldn't come out though but Rick could see it in her eyes, how touched she was. He just gave her a warm smile and a pat to the shoulder. It was strange to her, ever since she relented to his request to join them, he’d acted like she was one of them. Part of the group. His words from earlier echoed in her mind. We look out for our own. She didn't feel like part of the group though. She didn't feel like one of them, and she didn’t want to. She felt like an outsider. A mere travel companion until she got her shit together enough to trust that she could look after the baby outside, or leave the baby with them. She was sitting near the fire for warmth, near the group but not directly next to anyone, clearly keeping her distance. And as soon as the boy greedily drank the formula, he happily nuzzled into her and fell asleep in her arms in his dirty blue onesie.

“How old is he?” Maggie asked from across the fire, her eyes on the sleeping boy with a caring smile. Rosalie nibbled her lip a little, avoiding all the eyes that seemed to fall on her. She never liked being the centre of attention. It felt like being the new girl in school all over again.

“I don't know,” was her blunt reply, causing a few raised eyebrows and some frowns.

“You don’t know?” Carol asked her, looking almost incredulously at her. Like how can someone not know how old their baby was, the idea was absurd.

“He’s not mine, I found him two months ago,” she said tensely, her hands protectively tightening around the boy as she glanced up, shooting a glare to the older woman. She noticed Carol's eyes widen a little, and something akin to pity or sadness crossing her features. She presumed most of the others did the same.

“You found him?” Rick asked her curiously. He was sitting off to her right, next to his son Carl and Daryl. Judith on Carl's lap. Rosalie chewed the inside of her cheek trying not to get agitated by the people that had helped her. It was natural they were curious, but she didn't want to talk about it. When she talked about it, it meant it was real and that she was in fact the sole carer of a baby that wasn't hers. She felt that crushing weight of pressure in her chest again.

“He was in the woods alone outside. I heard him crying and went to look… His mom wasn't too far away getting made into a snack,” she muttered with a dark glare at Rick, making it obvious this wasn't something she wanted to talk about. She saw the man swallow thickly and glance to the sleeping boy. She knew too well what he was thinking. How if she hadn't turned up the baby would have been next, and that was a dark thought indeed. But to the group, it also spoke volumes about what kind of person she was. To save the baby, to raise him as her own. A baby in this world was no easy feat. It was like an alarm bell for dinner for the dead, and it made it so much harder to survive. Yet she had done it, no hesitation.

A dark silence took over the group, grim thoughts swirling around their mind. Most of them thinking about baby Judith and how lucky she was not to be in that situation.

“Have you named him?” Carl spoke up, his eyes looked upon her kindly. She didn't know how she felt about that. She tensed a little, the archer next to Rick noticing. He’d noticed everything about her, observant as ever.

“I just call him Tiny,” she shrugged, making Carl snort a little. The adults didn’t find it amusing though because they knew. They knew why the boy had no name. Rosalie was terrified of naming the boy, terrified of forming an attachment other than keeping him alive for fear that something would happen. To her or the baby, none of which mattered. But ultimately the girl knew deep in her bones that one way or another, they would be separated, and she was scared to become attached to him.

Her eyes drifted to the little boy sleeping soundly curled into her. Despite every effort to not get attached to him, the girl who held no hope long before the turn had gotten very attached to him. She fucking hated herself for it, for making herself so weak and vulnerable.

“I think he looks like a Jacob,” Carol mused softly, a smile directed at the baby in Rosalie's arms.

“I like that name for him, suits him,” Maggie grinned, making Rosalie clench her jaw at people trying to name the baby that was her responsibility and hers alone. Again that conflicting feeling. She had thought about leaving the boy with them, she shouldn't be getting angry at them for naming him. What the fuck did she care? But she did, she fucking cared and it made her mad.

Much to her relief the focus soon turned from her and the boy, to people just talking to each other. She kept feeling eyes on her and when she glanced up, she noticed Daryl looking right at her through his hair as he chewed his thumb. He didn't look away, the both of them just looking at each other for a moment before Rosalie looked down at the baby. She wasn't sure what was going on with the man. She couldn't figure out if he wanted to protect her or put a bolt through her heart at the first chance he’d get. She was struggling to get a read on him now with his stoic gaze.

She felt her stomach grumble and she couldn't remember the last time she ate. She grabbed her pack and looked around, finding what she was looking for; squirrel meat wrapped in cloth. She’d caught it herself with the bow the ugly assholes from earlier had taken from her. Lucky for her, it was the only thing they had taken. But it was still a big blow as she didn't know how else to hunt for food. She had prepped it, rationing it and storing it in her bag. She didn't have much, yet for just her and the baby, it would have lasted about a week. Her eyes looked around at the others, noticing they too hadn’t eaten since they found her. She growled inwardly at the niggling feeling inside of her, telling her to share her food, to do the right thing. She wouldn't have to deal with this shit if she was alone. But they had helped her, and Rick had given her formula for the baby without any fuss or hesitation. She couldn't ignore that. She sighed a little as she took the meat wrapped in cloth, reaching over to Rick next to her and silently handing it to him. She heard the soft murmur of conversion stop around her, once more being the focus of attention she’d rather not have.

Rick looked at her confused before he unwrapped it, his stomach partially growling when he saw the meat. He knew it wasn't much for their group, but it was more than enough. More than what they currently had, which was nothing. And what's more, it was obvious this was precious to her. This was hers and would have kept her going for quite a bit. He looked a little surprised at the gesture and looked at her. She felt the heat creeping its way up her chest to her cheeks. She really hated people noticing her existence. She wasn't used to it. To Rick, although the gesture was a simple one, it carried a lot of weight to him. She could have easily not told them about it, or even just cooked it for herself. But she chose to share it with him, with his group. It was yet another thing that spoke volumes to him of what kind of person she was.

“Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly. Of course he fucking wanted the food, he needed it, they all did. Daryl had not been able to find anything when he’d gone hunting earlier that day and they were all starved. But he also didn't want her to feel like she had no choice but to hand it over to them. She just gave him a nod before looking back at the boy, stroking his dark hair a little as if to ground her. She felt uncomfortable being around this many people. All these eyes watching her and judging her. It made her skin crawl.

“Thank you,” Rick smiled. A real genuine smile that he couldn't remember the last time was on his face. The others murmured the same as they looked at her, grateful for her help, but she didn't want any of it. She wanted them to stop looking at her. Carol took the meat and started cooking it as everyone fell into conversation again, making her relax just slightly. She chanced a glance up again only to see Daryl's eyes once again on hers. But this time he gave her a little nod of thanks, seeming to take note of how uncomfortable she was with everyone looking at her and making it into a big deal. He knew that feeling all too well, he was the same. He remembered back in the prison, how people acted like he was some sort of hero for going out hunting and he hated that shit. She returned the nod and glanced back down. She really didn't know how she felt about this group yet. It wasn't long after that the meat was cooked due to how small she had cut it up, and they all ate in companionable silence. Grateful for the food in their bellies, even if it wasn't that much.

She sighed and tried to get comfortable and winced at her arm again. It hadn't been stitched. She had been adamant the baby needed food first and then he’d fallen asleep. It had stopped bleeding, the blood coagulating and starting to form a scab, but it was still hurting and pulled every time she moved it.

“Let's get you stitched up,” Rick said softly, noticing her reaction to moving her arm. He didn't want the girl's arm to get infected and it didn't take a genius to see how little she seemed to care for her own well being over the boy’s. Rather letting him sleep comfortably than get her arm seen to. Daryl got up without prompting and rummaged through a duffel, getting out a first aid kit and walking over to her. He sat beside her, glancing at the baby. He couldn't do this when she was holding him, but he wasn’t sure just how to voice it. Not when he’d observed how protective she was over him. She looked at the man, knowing what he was thinking, and Maggie picked up on it too.

“I can take him for you,” she offered with a warm smile. Rosalie tensed a little, her arm holding the boy tighter, something else that Daryl observed. He could see the war inside of herself. To trust a stranger to hold the boy, and he watched her carefully as she finally relented. He knew it was a hard decision for her to make, and he knew if the shoe was on the other foot and it was Judith, he would have been the same. Maggie gently took the sleeping baby, grinning as she looked down upon him as she held him close. Rosalie looked at her, Maggie looked like a doting mother. It made her heart hurt and she swallowed thickly. Maybe Maggie would be a good person to trust the boy with. She felt eyes on her and glanced to see Daryl, still sat next to her watching her with careful eyes. It was almost like he knew just what she was thinking. That she was going to leave the baby with them because she felt useless and inadequate to do the job herself. She looked down from his gaze, it made her feel stripped bare.

“Let me see it,” his voice was gruff but his tone was soft. It was a strange combination but she gave in anyway, lifting her arm to him with a wince. He took it in his large hands, examining it, furrowing his brow a little as he did and sucking through his teeth. It was bad, she was already aware of that. The man didn't know how she was acting so put together about it, like it was a tiny scratch. He grabbed a cloth and some alcohol to clean the wound before glancing at her through his long hair.

“S’gon’ hurt like a bitch,” he warned, his tone apologetic. He felt like the poor girl had already been through enough for one day, but if he didn't stitch her up it wouldn't end well for her. She looked at him and just gave a curt nod. She was well aware it would hurt, it wasn't the first time she’d been through this.

He looked at her a little apprehensive for a moment, almost like he didn't want to do it. Up close like this he could see her very clearly. She was pretty and looked young, no older than 25. It was an odd combination with her fierce nature he had seen when she almost chopped off that pricks head right off his skinny ass shoulders. He saw the rage that took over her, he fucking felt the same rage when the asshole had muttered those vile fucking words that made him feel like he was going to throw up everywhere. He’d heard her growl and snarl like a wild wolf protecting her pup. And now seeing her up close, he was almost startled by how soft her face was. Her dark brown hair was matted and caked in blood and grime. He noticed it was chopped crudely to just above her shoulders, almost like she had taken a knife to it and hacked at it herself. Her eyes were wide, a light blue. Yet despite their colour, they looked dull, jaded at the things she had endured. Even through the layers of dirt and blood that covered her skin, he could see she was pale as can be, but it suited her. He could also see just how tired she was, and he wondered how the fuck this tiny little thing had not only managed to keep herself alive for so long, but the boy too.

He was shocked when she had said the baby wasn't hers, that she had found him. From how protective she was of the boy, he never would have guessed she had been with him for only two months. That she wasn't his blood. He found himself grateful. Not only for the fact the baby was found at all before he endured something so horrific, but that it was Rosalie who had found him. How she had taken it upon herself to keep him alive no matter the cost. He was glad when Rick had made the decision to invite her to join them. He knew some others were a little apprehensive at first, but he knew why Rick had done so. And the reason was Judith. Daryl felt the same ache deep in his chest the second he heard the baby who was strapped to the scared girl. He felt like his stomach dropped right out of his ass and he couldn't possibly harm the girl when she was with a baby. Not unless she was a complete threat to them, which he knew she wasn't. He was ready to shoot if needed, but he could tell straight off the bat she wasn't a threat to him or the group unless they struck first. She had been desperate and wild-looking. He dreaded to think the hell she had been through to have that jaded look in her eyes, and he found an intense need to protect her and the boy. Gravitating towards them as they walked and keeping alert. He could see when she walked how tired she was. How she winced and limped a little and he knew her feet were hurting her. He couldn't imagine how she ever got any damn rest when it was just her and the boy. No one to take watch shifts with, to ever feel somewhat safe to sleep or stop for a rest. So he’d found himself by her side, protective and guarding, hoping she could sense that she could at least not be so alert and have some kind of rest. To know someone had her back for once.

He realised he’d been staring at her arm for a moment deep in thought, and as much as he didn't want to hurt her, feeling the guilt bubbling inside of his chest. He knew he’d feel a fuck tonne more guilty if she died from infection and left the baby without his guardian. He’d noticed the look Rosalie gave Maggie, and he hoped he was fucking wrong about it. He couldn't shake the feeling the girl might up and leave, leaving the boy with them. He wasn't even angry about it. He knew why she would do such a thing, he saw it as clear as day in her eyes the moment she watched the boy with Maggie. She felt like she wasn't good enough, wasn't able to keep him alive. Guilty for not being able to look after him on her own as well as a group could have. But he didn't want her to leave. He wanted her to stay, for her and the baby to become part of the group. And he really hoped he was fucking wrong about what he thought.

He got the thread ready with a needle, dowsing the needle in the alcohol to sterilize it. With one hand firmly gripping her arm, the other deftly started sewing the awful wound closed. She clenched her jaw, exhaling hard through her nose as she breathed through the pain without making a peep. It unsettled Daryl. It was almost like she'd experienced pain all too much in her life that she was used to it. No one else would have been able to act like that under the circumstances. He tried to work quickly and when he was done, he gave it another wipe with alcohol. He looked down at his work as did she, it wasn't perfect by any means but it was closed and that's what mattered. It would scar though, and the thought made Daryl angry. Angry that she would have a permanent reminder of those assholes and the things they said. The things they could have done to her and the boy before they even came across them. He wrapped her arm in a bandage, his rough hands surprisingly delicate as he undertook his task.

“Thanks,” she muttered, her voice quiet and raw sounding. He’d noticed the only few times she had spoken that her voice was quiet, and sounded so tired he wondered how she hadn’t just lay down and conked right out. He gave her a little nod and put the stuff back in the first aid kit, but he didn’t move back to his spot beside Rick. Instead he stayed next to her, leaning against the wall. She felt it again, the weird projection thing he seemed to do, and she wondered if he even knew he was doing it. She grabbed her pack and took out some dirty clothes, laying them on the floor next to her. She looked at Maggie expectantly, and Maggie gave her a sheepish smile as she handed the baby back over. Rosalie lay the baby down on the pile of clothes like a tiny makeshift mattress, before draping the blanket she used to carry him over him gently. Then she curled up next to him, protectively, her back to Daryl and the rest of them. She needed sleep so she felt better in the morning when they would head out again.

Despite the fact she was still slightly wary of the group, they'd done nothing but help her and the baby, and she was grateful. She was grateful to have a roof over their heads, for the baby to have food in his belly that he needed so desperately. To have some respite from being alone. For the fact she would be able to sleep for once. The strange projection that Daryl omitted made her feel safe. Like somehow without words, by staying next to her, giving off that vibe, he was saying to her to get some rest and she didn't need to worry. That her and the baby were safe and he wouldn't let anything happen to them. And she didn't need telling twice. Her exhausted body fell asleep instantly, her hand on the infant's tummy like she needed reassurance he was still there with her.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #twd #twd fanfiction #twd fanfic #The Walking Dead #the walking dead fanfic

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rebelliouslala · 5 years ago

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Kim Namjoon

exams are coming up

and u

are

fucking

terrified

you’re a sophomore in college but that doesn’t help

u have one of the hardest teachers EVER

professor scott

that bitch

they want you specifically to write an essay

about s p a i n

theyve been trying to help you out for this internship but they also

RLY

get on ur fucking nerves

like 45367829 times than anyone else you ever fucking MEt

so now ur tired and honestly u just needed help finding the history of fucking spain

why spain like who the hell needs to know that columbus was high before he went to a place and ruined everything there

everyone knows that

so while u look like you could cause fucking arson

you go to one of the librarian TAs and tap their shoulder

“hey, where are the history books?”

the man turns around and you almost choke on your own fucking drool

His muscular figure was in a smart look of a loose shirt of of a teddy bear shirt and some jeans

His pretty dark eyes are slightly curtained by matching, shaggy brown hair, which he pushes back with his ease to reveal his amazingly smooth caramel skin and black frames

“oh, well, which era and what county? What’s your genre-?”

his voice was deep as

HELL

AS FucK BRo

“you’re really hot”

what

the

FUCK

did you just say??????????????????????????/

sure the only people youve seen is your roommate

who u usually saw asleep at 4am like a good child aHeM

and ur professor but

R U RLY THAT THIRSTY LMAOOOO

the man laughs and he nods, “Call me Namjoon, and I uh, get that a lot. if you wanted m number you couldve asked”

“im so sorry! no no, i shouldnt, just, can i get the history of spain?”

so he shows you, gently raising an eyebrow, “Ah, so you downgraded to the, meh history of Spain. Are you sure you wouldn’t like the history of Pompeii? That is pretty hot,”

you start laughig, and he cuckles

in his VerY deep as voice

okay so maybe u fell a little more for his dimpled ass

but like how can u not

so u do get his number

as a friend

this was after you gave it back, and he just was being nice

u didnt rly mind, hes funny, and being a friend is always good

#platonic relationships r bueno

he would help you out with studying, being in the same year as you

wow what a coinkie-dink idk how to spell

it’s just been regular hangouts, you and he would study in the library, even if he was supposed to assist

you listened to his music

to his poems

you shared yourself with him too, what you’re majoring in, what u passionate about

he’s been, nothing but supportive

he lets you meet his frat, the Boy Scouts

u always make fun of their name but they’re all rly fucking chill

ur only rly close to Joon tho

he was the leader, so often he was alone, meaning you both would just hang in his room

either doing like a light glass wine or like a couples glasses of soju and being crackheads

often doing karaoke at 3am and summoning ghosts of boy scouts past

OR you go to a poem cafe that he would often perform at you

he slams down some slams

but like he’s rapping this shit

you were maybe like the other only person who heard every word, so when he finishes, with a teeny, dimple shy smile

like uwu

kay sure y’all friends but ur heart did an oops and ack

you’re hopelessly in love

you stand up, snapping your fingers rapidly like an encore and he would blush

every day with him, you fell for him, and just loved being near him

you couldn’t imagine yourself without that

until one day it stops

everything

you sit at your usual spot in the library

humming one of his songs because GOD it’s catchy

but he’s not there

you ask Jin, nope

Yoongi, who is also in his class

everyone close to him

even you, his closest friend, according to Jin

it’s like he vanished

you knew he had some poem thing before Jin graduated

one day you go to the frat, with Hobi, since he tried to cheer you up

he was rly sad for you, hugging you

but

there he is

wearing a tight black shirt so you can really see his muscular figure

that has somehow rly fucking brown over 2 weeks

he wears a blue suit jacket and suit pants, stapled with black shoes

his dark hair is gone, replaced with a sexy undercut and dark purple hair that is swooped to the side

he looks like a model

or some sort of fucking sugar daddy mm

“uhm, joon?”

he looks at you and you almost go weak at the knees

hes so

hot

he takes your face and he gently leans in

and you can still see the same boy

the same music nerd

the same childish boy that loves to sing when he’s drunk

the same cute dimpled guy who stole your heart

that is now holding your heart

“I got into a music school, y/n” he smiles, laughing softly

you gasp and hold his hand, laughing a little

“and it’s all thanks to you; you told me that one song- well, just thank you”

he hugs you tightly, and you feel his lips near your ear as he whispers, “I cannot thank you, or love you enough, can I?”

you feel tears come to your eyes and you shake your head

“namjoon, are you-?”

“i think you’re really hot,” he chuckles and holds you closer

“i’ve been in love with you since you listened to my music. i never showed anyone, but you . .you made me confident enough”

“you’re,” you hold his cheek, and he shamelessly leans into your touch, “you’re not joking. . .?”

“never, i love you, and i think you’re WAY hotter than pompeii”

you feel your cheeks heat up

even in your wildest dreams

this would have never happened

“i love you too, kim namjoon”

you both just softly kiss, and hold each other closely, small chuckles filling up the room

#bts #bts fluff #bts imagine #kpop #kpop fan fiction #kpop fanfics #kpop fluff #bts rm #bts namjoon #rm #kim namjoon #rm fluff

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writing-for-amusement · 5 years ago

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Commission for Confidence, 11

Summary: Y/N has been struggling with her self-esteem for years. After incessant pushing from your best friend, Y/N decides to commission an artist to draw her, expecting everything to happen via Internet. However, when your phone is stolen, you try to cancel the commission, but Peter Parker has other ideas. He quickly becomes enraptured by you, and a friendship forms easily. Will it lead to something more? Or will your past fears get in the way?

A/N: The long awaited chapter! I’m so sorry, you guys, I know that I left a lot of you waiting. This semester completely wiped out everyone I know (even people that attend other universities have been like, ‘yeah this semester was the worst’), and I’m really going to try to get stuff out during break! This chapter might not be as long as I wanted it to be, but I figured, why not give you guys something with actual substance? (It didn’t have much in the way of substance until like 10 minutes ago lmaoooo) Anyways, here it is, let me know what you think and what you think should happen next!

Also, I’m taking some one-shot requests! Send me an ask; I’d prefer if they were winter/holiday themed, just for the heck of it, but you can ask for anything! (Send me nsfw requests tbh, I’m raring to write some)

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Word Count: 3529

Warnings: some minor injury stuff, cuteness, some fluff, some anxiety/self-esteem things (v minor), things get a little steamy

Two weeks later, you were mostly healed, and you had been talking to Peter nearly nonstop. You had been able to meet up for coffee very briefly, and occasionally he would send you the works in progress he was creating to get some feedback. Peter also gave you written updates about your commission, but he hadn’t sent you any drafts.

You were getting ready to go to bed on a Wednesday when someone knocked on the window of your fire escape. Quickly grabbing your steel baseball bat, you hesitantly walked from your bedroom to your living room. Your other hand was holding your phone, poised to call the police. But your fear was unnecessary.

Spider-Man was waiting next to your window, his eyes widening as he saw you approach. You could tell that he was grinning at you, and you made sure to obviously roll your eyes at the superhero. Instead of unlocking the window, you stood next to it and feigned thinking about letting him in.

Spider-Man tapped again, and you could tell, just on instinct, that he was pouting at you. So, you gave in, unlocking the window and opening it for him.

“Thanks,” he said with the weird voice changer. “Thought I’d freeze out there.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed playfully, “it’s not that bad. I’m sure you generate a lot of body heat anyway, especially with that suit.”

“Maybe,” he chirped. “You tell me.”

Then, he was wrapping you in his arms in a hug, and your brain briefly short circuited. After a moment of thought, you hugged him back, trying to calm your pounding heart, and trying to register if he did run hot.

He did run hot, and as you didn’t want to move away, you cursed yourself for being touch starved all the damn time.

“You do,” you said into his chest, your voice muffled.

“That’s what I thought. Doesn’t mean I wasn’t cold,” he stated happily, not moving to let you go. His heartbeat was steady in your ear, and the longer he was wrapped around you, the more he seemed to relax.

“You alright, Spider-Man?” you found yourself asking.

“Yeah,” he sighed slightly, shifting a bit. “Just tired, you know? There isn’t too much crime going on lately, but that makes it feel like the other shoe is about to drop, ya feel?”

You huffed a chuckle into his chest and tilted your head up to look at him. “I understand what you mean.”

“What about you? How are things going with that guy you told me about?”

You sighed into his chest lightly before saying, “He’s one of my best friends.”

“But?”

“I don’t know, Spider-Man, that’s all I’ve got. I really like him, he’s a wonderful friend and a wonderful person. I doubt he’d be romantically interested in someone like me.”

“Not this again,” Spider-Man groaned slightly. “You’re wonderful, Y/N.”

"I know that,” you told him. “But I think he’d be more interested in someone else.”

“You don’t know that.”

You shrugged again, finally pushing away from him. “Like I said before, people aren’t really interested in me.”

“You don’t know that, either.”

“You don’t know that people are romantically interested in me.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow. “Other than the statistical probability, how do you know? Huh, Spider-Man?”

“I’m interested in you,” he said quietly, almost sheepishly.

You blinked in surprise before letting out a laugh that you hoped would mask your pounding heart. “Thanks, Spider-Man. That actually does make me feel a bit better. Do you want some water or something?”

As you turned to go into the kitchen, Spider-Man grabbed your hand and essentially twirled you into his chest. You looked up at him in surprise as he tilted his head down to press your foreheads together.

“I mean it,” he admitted softly.

Your heart pounded in your veins as you placed your hands on his chest. He was so familiar somehow, so comforting. You were unsure of how to react and your skin felt like it was on fire, so you did the most logical thing. Tilting your head to the side a bit, you pressed a kiss to his masked cheek.

Spider-Man’s eyes, which had closed during the forehead press, opened quickly, going almost comically wide. He saw you pointedly avoiding his white gaze, your lip between your teeth nervously. After a few more moments of silence, you broke away from him and cleared your throat.

“I, um, sorry,” you stuttered slightly, walking into the kitchen. You grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down, sighing in relief as it cooled your throat.

As you turned around, you saw Spider-Man right behind you. His mask was pulled up over his nose, and you could see his lips. He stepped closer to you and your body was frozen. Your heart, however, was setting your skin on fire.

Spider-Man pressed his lips against yours softly. When you responded in kind, he was suddenly kissing you hungrily, as if he’d wanted to for as long as he’d been alive. He wrapped strong arms around your waist and squeezed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Kissing the superhero felt so… right.

After a few more moments of passion, Spider-Man pulled away from you. What you could see of his face was flushed adorably, in an achingly familiar way. He yanked his mask back down and you could hear the difference in his breathing because of the voice altering device he had in his mask.

It did hurt a little bit, in the corner of your heart, that he still wouldn’t use his real voice with you when you had just been making out, but you pushed it away. Swallowing dryly, you felt like the world was just a little sharper.

“I, um, I’m so sorry,” he stuttered. “There’s a… big thing going on right now, a robbery. I have to go, I’m so sorry, I promise I don’t kiss and run.”

Words were escaping you, so you simply nodded. He beamed at you through the mask before pressing a kiss to your forehead and hurrying to the window. After wrenching it open, he was gone into the night.

You stared after him for a few moments before you slowly made your way to the window. The cool air wafted over your burning skin; you savored the moment of relief as you filed the event away in your mind.

Shutting the window, you went to a cold, empty bed. Alone.

The next few days were uneventful. You went to work, ate food. You texted Peter, even talked for a few hours on the phone for no reason, but that was it. Nothing major happened, and Spider-Man didn’t visit you.

On Saturday night, you were curled up on your fire escape and reading a book in the light of your reading lamp. You were aware that it was getting late, but you were too engrossed in your book to really care. Not only that, but you were incredibly comfortable under your fuzzy blanket.

A body landed on your fire escape and you let out a yelp of surprise, scrambling to your feet and holding your hand over your chest. The body was still in the shadows, but you raised your large book in your hands to throw, just in case.

A weak chuckle made its way to your ears on the wind. “It’s me,” Spider-Man said.

“Jesus Christ, Spidey!” you swore, taking the two steps needed to be closer to him.

He chuckled again, the voice changer off and making him sound too familiar. “Hope you don’t mind that I’m getting blood on your fire escape.”

“Peter?” you breathed out, helping the man to his feet. “Jesus fuck, Peter, what happened?” you slowly helped him through the window to your apartment.

“I’m surprised you’re not yelling at me for stupidity,” he told you after a wince.

“You’re bleeding,” you explained as you let him drop into a wooden chair. “I’ll yell at you when you’re not bleeding everywhere.”

He huffed out a laugh. “That makes sense.”

You shook your head and hurried to get your first aid kit, mentally pausing for a moment to thank yourself for learning how to do stitches and taking a decent amount of first aid classes.

When you got back to him, Peter had taken off his mask and his suit was loose around him. You could see the bruises and cuts covering his neck, chest, and arms. There was a bad bruise on his jawline. The pain was obvious, written all over his chest, and it hurt your heart.

You sighed as you pulled the suit down more, uncovering more bruised and cut skin. With a steady hand, even while you were completely aware that he was watching you, you cleaned the cuts. There were only a handful of them that you thought would need stitches, so for the moment you bandaged them to stop some of the bleeding.

“What happened?” you asked Peter quietly while bandaging the other cuts.

Peter hissed as you tenderly pressed on a bruise. “Had a nasty fight with Doc Ock. Thankfully, no bullets with that guy.”

You huffed slightly as you wiped some blood from his chest. “If you came to me out of the blue with a bullet and showed me your secret identity, I’d be fucking upset, I do admit. Next time,” you gave him a small smile, “if you do come with a bullet, I’ll be prepared.”

“Thanks,” Peter smiled weakly at you.

Giving him some warning, you quickly sterilized your needle and got ready for the stitches. Peter watched you through his eyelashes, barely flinching as you passed the needle through his skin. You tried to block it out, you truly did, but his gaze was so intense that you nearly messed up a stitch.

“Do I make you nervous?” Peter murmured as you finished with one set.

“Do you want an honest answer, or do you want a lie?” you asked, glancing up at him only briefly. You started to stitch up another cut on his chest.

“Honesty, always.”

“Yes,” you said quietly.

“Why?”

“Do I make you nervous?” you asked instead.

“Yes.”

“Why?” you asked, finishing a stitch.

“Because you’re amazing.”

You scoffed and did another stitch. A few more, and you’d be done. You were a little surprised that you were so good at them, but perhaps because it was so methodical, you were doing better with it. Still, no matter what, you were glad you were almost done.

As you finished, wiping off the last bit of blood, Peter’s gentle hand raised your chin to look at him. He smiled at you, but his eyes were serious.

“Y/N,” he murmured, “you are amazing.”

You gave him a small, disbelieving smile, and moved back from him. “Let’s get you some ice for those bruises, and some water. Are you hungry?”

“No,” he said quietly, “not really at all. I’ll take that water, though.”

You hummed in acknowledgement and hurried to the kitchen. Preparing the ice bags, you wrapped them in some tea towels. Then, after pouring a glass of water, you carefully balanced everything in your arms and walked back out.

Peter had moved to the couch, his suit discarded, and was only in his boxers. You carefully kept your eyes from tracing down his body while you handed him all of the ice packs. He let out small hisses as he placed them on the most prominent bruises, before taking the glass and sitting back. It took him all of thirty seconds to down the glass and place it on the floor.

“Sit with me?” he asked gently.

You sat next to him, careful to put a bit of space between the two of you. Peter seemed upset at that, and instead gently tugged you over to him. Rather ungracefully, you fell into his side. Even though he winced with pain, he squeezed you closer to him.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering with sleep. “You’re my favorite.”

You huffed with amusement and felt sleepiness come over you too. You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled into his chest. He hummed, the vibrations ringing through his chest almost like a purr, and you both quickly fell asleep.

You woke up a few hours later, noting how early it was. Peter was awake and watching you both sleepily and intensely, if that was even possible. He gave the plush of your hip a squeeze with his large hand before rearranging the both of you.

Peter slid you over his body while shifting to lay on his back. He settled you on top of his chest, staring up at you, before wrapping his arms back around your waist. Then, he turned his head slightly and fell back asleep, even snoring lightly.

As easy as that!

You kept your scoff to yourself and decided to instead live with what was going on. After snuggling into his bare chest, you hesitantly pressed a kiss to his heated skin.

At that moment, you were glad he was asleep.

You weren’t sure what to do with these pesky feelings of yours. Truth be told, you couldn’t even be sure if Peter returned those feelings; you hoped he did, but past experiences warned you to never, ever assume.

Then again, he had kissed you…

But then again (again), he had only kissed you as Spider-Man.

And he ran. Well, he ran to fight crime, but still.

“Maybe he only kissed you to make a point,” that voice in your head whispered.

“I can feel you thinking right now,” Peter’s sleepy voice mumbled.

“Sorry,” you muttered, tucking into yourself a bit.

“What’s on your mind?” he breathed.

“I don’t want to ruin your sleep.”

“You could never ruin anything.”

“You’d be surprised,” you muttered bitterly, sighing a bit.

“C’mon, what is it? You’ll never get to sleep if you don’t tell me about it.”

You sighed and sat up, crossing your legs and hunching over slightly. “I just… don’t know how to deal with it.”

Peter slowly sat up as well, wiping the side of his face. “How to deal with what?” he asked as he stifled a yawn. After a moment of looking at you closely, he took one of your hands and scooted closer.

“Deal with my feelings,” you admitted softly as you quickly glanced at him and away.

“Which feelings?” he asked, matching your tone.

This was it. It was time to take the plunge and tell him.

“I know that we’ve only known each other for several weeks, but… I really like you. A-and if you don’t, that’s okay, really! I just… don’t know how to handle it because you’re so cute and handsome and sweet and nice and funny, and fuck, I just… I don’t know.”

Peter blinked slowly at you as you avoided your gaze. “I kissed you,” he deadpanned.

“Yeah, but you were Spider-Man, there could have been all sorts of factors for that.”

He seemed shocked at that sentence, and you closed your eyes to prepare for the inevitable. You prepared for him to laugh, or to tell you it was a joke, or to leave.

Instead, Peter leaned forward, cupped your cheeks in his hands, and pressed a long kiss to your lips. It wasn’t chaste but it wasn’t deep, and it made you feel as if all was right with the world. It was the best kiss of your life.

Peter drew back and you slowly opened your eyes. His gaze was warm and comforting; one hand moved down to cup your neck, while his other thumb passed lightly over your lips. You pressed a small kiss to it, making Peter beam.

You thought he was going to say something. He didn’t.

He simply moved forward again and kissed you deeply.

Feeling as though you could be contributing more to the experience, you let your hands move, sliding them to his shoulders and then around his neck. He let out a hum of happiness as you pulled him even closer to you, and Peter took that as permission to kiss you with more fervor than the previous two.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you melted further into him. One of his hands slid down from your neck to your hip, giving you a soft squeeze exactly as he nipped your bottom lip. Letting out a small whimper, you tangled a hand in his hair.

Peter let out the most delicious growl as you did, surging forward and carefully lowering you to the couch. Your leg wound around his torso as he perched himself over you, his lips only moving from yours briefly. He ran his tongue across your lips, urging you to open your mouth, which you gladly did.

You felt like you were on fire, in the best way possible. Still, your mind was racing, and you were starting to feel overwhelmed by all the emotions. The next time he nipped at your lip, you regretfully pulled away.

Adorably, Peter followed your lips slightly, making your heart skip. As you pulled back a bit more, though, he sat back slightly, his eyes overflowing with concern.

“A-are you okay, is everything okay, did I do something you didn’t like?” he blurted in a panic, starting to move back from you.

You quickly grabbed his face in your hands and pressed a small, gentle kiss to his lips. “Everything you did, I loved, okay? I enjoyed it very much. It’s just… so much right now. It’s almost like everything is firing at once, and I love it, it’s just that I think I need to breathe,” you reassured him.

Peter let out a sigh of relief and leaned a bit closer to you. “Is this okay?” he asked in a whisper as he put his forehead on yours.

You hummed and nodded, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Slowly, your heartbeat began to return to normal and the world came back from the sharp yet soft glow it had taken on after Peter kissed you.

After a handful of minutes just sitting with your foreheads pressed together, you opened your eyes again. Peter seemed calm, the serenity on his face warming your heart even more than his kisses from earlier. You moved your hand to rest lightly on his knee, only to be shocked by something vaguely cold and squishy.

Looking down, you erupted into laughter. Peter’s eyes flew open, concern etched into his eyebrows. As you leaned back with laughter, you held up the melting ice pack.

Peter blinked before he laughed, pulling one out from behind his back. That made it all the more amusing to you, and both of you were laughing for a good three minutes.

As your laughter came to an end, you felt yourself being pulled into Peter’s arms. He cradled you to his chest, nuzzling your neck with a hum.

“Peter,” you chuckled, “it’s late. We should go to sleep.”

“Hm,” he pretended to consider your suggestion. “Alright, let’s go!”

As you prepared to climb out of his arms, Peter stood up easily. You, obviously, followed his body upwards. You flinched in surprised, clearly not used to being in the air. With an incredulous look, you stared at Peter’s face while he walked to the bedroom.

“Peter!” you nearly shrieked. “Put me down! I’m too heavy!”

“Not at all,” he said simply, not allowing you to budge.

“No, seriously, Peter, I’m too heavy!” He stopped walking at that point.

“You are lighter than an ice cube, don’t worry. Do I look like I’m struggling?”

Your arguments died on your lips as you realized that he didn’t even look close to breaking a sweat. As you grew quiet, Peter slowly began to walk again. As you looked up at him, at his jawline, your hand came up to cup his chin. He grinned down at you and squeezed you a bit before reaching out to open the bedroom door.

As he crossed the threshold of your bedroom, you stretched up slightly and pressed a kiss underneath his jaw.

A dark, delicious growl left Peter’s mouth as he looked down at you with a smirk. Then, he gently tossed you onto your bed, where you landed with surprise on your back. You propped yourself up on your elbows almost immediately.

You blinked up at him and he growled again, only for it to dissolve into a whine as he flopped onto his back next to you. Peter’s fluffy hair made you chuckle, and he opened an eye to look at you as you turned on your side, a hand propping your head up.

With a smile (and the echoes of those growls in your mind), you gently began to pet his fluffy brown curls. “What’s wrong?” you murmured.

Peter let out a similar whine and threw his forearm over his eyes. After a few moments, he admitted, “If you keep looking at me like that, or touching me like that… it’ll be hard to keep myself from absolutely devouring you and making you scream my name.”

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