#oh and my dumb stomach is back on its bullshit

[yameoto]

knocked up omega cate whos so frustrated w you because you just woke up from a hangover and a night full of girls needing help with their heats, eager to tell you about her pregnancy, just to see you not take her seriously, thinking that she's pulling your leg. frustrated little thing tries hard to get your foggy brain to listen, growing more and more irritated by the second as you consistently dismiss her words as a joke and catching sight of the faint hickeys on your neck, and suddenly, she's whining and begging and— "please, listen to me!"

and oh the poor thing, you sit up blearily the moment she'd started to sniffle and you're pulling her into your lap and hugging her and finally, you're listening to her. she's having your pup and oh— next thing she knows, she's mewling for her neck to be marked, all glassy eyes and whimpers as you continued to rub against her ruined underwear, hands tugging at your hair to try and get you to mark her so desperately.

sobbing the moment you've slipped inside her, finally clenching over something with glittery tears streaming down her cheeks, tugging at your hair because goddamn, just mark her already! but you won't, and she doesn't understand why. you claim it's to get her prepared, and its all bullshit, she knows. she's more than prepared and she's not dumb. she doesn't understand why you just won't mark her. she's been a good girl, and for god's sake, she's carrying your pup! isn't that reason enough for her to be marked?

passes out the moment your teeth make contact with her skin, all limp limbs draped over your body, all too hypersensitive with the pregnancy and christ, a mark has never looked this good on anybody.

xoxo im giving you my liver yam. i keep coming back to your inbox.

the way this made me instantly wet. fuck. of course you don't take her seriously, at first. why would you? you've been the resident panty-dropper of the dorms since freshman year and not once have you even marked anyone. let alone gotten anyone pregnant. because obviously you're more trustworthy than all the shitty alpha men out there. your strength in powers is almost irrelevant compared to the self-control you have to not mark up or breed any of the omegas that knock on your dormroom door; rubbing their thighs together, whimpering and wet. cate hates thinking about them. has something in her stomach boiling and skin prickling, even before she bought the pregnancy test kit.

it doesn't help that cate comes in right after you've finished with another omega, passing them as they limp out of your dorms, blushing and sated. when she comes in, you look it, too. brain all fuzzy from the high you've just gotten—only just got your sweatpants pulled up when cate floats in. anxious, fiddling thing. fidgeting in the middle of your dorm room, fingers twisting the hem of her shirt, psyching herself up like she's been for the past four days before it just spills from her lips; "i'm pregnant. s'yours." rushing out so fast you almost miss it. holding her breath for your reply, head pounding. the words set you on fire, for a moment. line of electricity crackling through your ears and straight to your cock. then, clarity hits. "no, you're not." you snort, suppressing the flush of disappointment (and arousal) that unspools. this is silly. it's probably one of andre's dumbass dares or jordan's version of a joke.

and cate. oh, poor little cate, whose been losing sleep and gnawing at nails and readying for this all to blow up in her face; to drop out of school and become a single fucking mother; rendered utterly stunned in the face of your disbelief. she just stands there, silent, before her shock melts away to annoyance.

"i am!" she stamps her foot. looks a little like a toddler. you bore her with this utterly deadpan look like, c'mon now, that has equal parts disbelief and desperation welling up in her throat. her breathing's coming in fast, now. and she says it again, one more time—in a way that has your eyes sharpening and body sitting upright in bed. pulling her into your arms, and her brain almost turns to static right then and there. all alpha alpha strong alpha gonna take care of me gonna take care of our babies���

when you don't mark her as soon as her plea is murmured into your neck, she lets out the most plaintive whine you've ever heard. cate's heart thrumming fast as she nuzzles into your chest, trembling. is she such a bad omega? she doesn't understand why you don't want to mark her. it's in your biology. she's carrying your pup, for god's sake. it should be the one priority in your head to stake your claim. mark her up and show the world she's yours, forever. why aren't you? fuck. and maybe its irrational but it hurts. because at first you dismissed her claims like they were nothing and now, even as you believe her; run your fingers over her tummy so tenderly it makes her whimper—you're still not marking her. still not mating her. even when she sinks back onto your cock and your teeth are dragging along her neck you're still not biting, and it makes her want to burst into tears. why don't you want to? what about her is so deplorable you're fighting your deepest, most primal, innermost instincts? there's a burning in her cheeks and her chest and her thighs as she bucks herself on your lap, pounding slick cunt to your cock, like she could force you if she could wriggle you in deep enough, make you feel good enough. she could force you, but she wants you to want it. doesn't know what she'd do if you didn't. you're not seriously going to fuck around with the other girls in your dorms while she's pregnant with your pup, are you? the thought has her spiralling, breathing harsh and ragged as she slams so deep against your hips; her eyes rolling back, gasping, "please please please–" "i'll be so good—" "do anything–" and she's crying out and creaming all over your cock. wet, squelching sounds only getting louder. she refuses to pull off until you mark her, delirious and overstimulated and leaving a gooey white ring around your base. she's panting, mumbling, blinking back tears as she presses flush into you "god, i'll be good—be such a good mommy—please—" and that's when you can't take it anymore and your teeth latch down. such a good mommy, you echo, growling into her neck. the way she nods, fast and eager to please—whining happily as she fucks herself back on your cock. she will she will she will she will.

[undecidedravenclaw]

Looking After You || D.M x reader

A/n: I apologize I'm using my phone en so I can't make a real title also trigger warning this deals with depression, eating disorder and just lack of self care but I hope it can provide some comfort xoxox

"Please drink some water. You need to hydrate." Draco voice gave an almost pleading tone as his eyes stare into yours before glancing at the glass in front of you still full of water. "I'm not thirsty."

"May I have your hand?" He asks politely and you thinking nothing of it, offer it to him as your eyes study the table in front of you. He turns your hand over and you feel a soft pinch as your skin was being pulled. You look over at him with furrowed eyebrows, "You're dehydrated." He was testing how soon your skin returned back to its position.

You tug your hand back, keeping it at your chest as you look at him slightly pissed off that he even had the nerve to trick you into letting him see how your body was being affected by your choices.

"I'm fine." You lie, turning your attention back to the table. "Bullshit." He sneers and you roll your eyes, collecting your books that were beside you on the bench and got up, only leaving Draco to stand up as well.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Somewhere where I can be alone." You huff, slightly glaring at him and race to the girls bathroom.

You let out a breath as you lean against the wall, staring at the bathroom floor. You didn't want to be rude to the only person that was looking after you, but you felt smothered. You felt like this was your issue only and no one needed to be bothered.

You walk over to the sinks, sitting the books down in the empty basin before looking at yourself in the mirror. It had only been a few weeks but you could notice of a slight difference in your appearance. Your cheekbones were sticking out more and your skin looked tighter. But your eyes looked so tired and bags were developing along with turning into a grey color.

You felt out of it, every few moments or so you would have to blink and focus to not faint, your fingers gripping the sink like you would fall if you didn't. You felt weak and oh, the pain in your stomach from restricting.

You didn't mean for it to go this far.

But it did, and it was getting addicting.

And the sick twisted part of you felt almost proud when you saw Draco's worried expression.

"Y/N? Draco's looking for you."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. Of course, he'd send Pansy in after you.

You spin around and look at her, crossing your arms over your chest. "I'm not going out there."

"So, what? You're just gonna live in the bathroom for the rest of your life instead of talking to him?"

"Maybe." It was an immature response, but you felt the need to be stubborn. You couldn't bring yourself to see what he would say and even though he was yours, you felt like there were some secrets and things you needed to deal with yourself.

"Bloody hell, Pansy- out." Draco orders, storming into the bathroom with fire in his eyes as he nods towards the exit at Pansy. She didn't need to be told again and gave her a small sympathetic smile before walking out.

You stood there and look at him as he waits for the bathroom door to close. He turns to you and his eyes narrow, "What do you think you're doing, huh? Think I wouldn't have noticed?" He takes a few steps towards you and you took a few back which made him stop but his eyes were heavy with worry and anger as he looked at you.

It seemed like being angry and playing dumb was your only strategy, "What are you talking about?"

He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he looks at the corner of the room. "You're not that slick and apparently you operate on patterns." He walks over to one of the counters and leans coolly against it crossing his arms.

"I'm fine. I wish you would mind your business." You spat, getting ready to grab your books once more but he crosses the room and stands right in front of you.

"You are my business, but it seems like you have forgotten, maybe the lack of food and water has been affecting your ability to remember simple things." He spoke with such venom but anyone who knew Draco knew that he had a problem showing affection due to his parents and had to lace it with such aggression so that it wouldn't make him uncomfortable.

"Oh, fuck off you asshole." You spun quickly grabbing your books but then you felt pressure against your body and next thing you knew you were pinned against the sink as he held your wrists down.

You lock eyes with each other and at that moment you were ready to just swing. You tried to raise your hands but he was much stronger and kept them down as he stared darkly into your eyes.

"If I was such an asshole I wouldn't be worried about you." He stated and then after a moment his expression softens ans he releases yor wrists.

You sigh, rubbing your wrist as it stung from his grip as he paces around the room.

"I just don't get it, why are you treating yourself like this?"

"I don't like how I look." You spoke softly, barely above a whisper as you look down at the floor. His footsteps ceased and he looks at you in shock as he couldn't believe his darling would say something like that about herself.

"But I do.." he says, walking over and this time takes your hand gently and the other one he tilts your face to look at him. His eyes looked glossy before he spoke, "I will always love how you look...I've seen you even in your worse times and I still couldn't believe that I had such a beautiful girl."

You blush dodging his eyes and once again take interest in the floor, feeling a bit shy from the words he spoke. "But thats you, Dray."

"I would do anything to make you see yourself the way I see you, I really wish I could...just try for me?" He asks softly, playing with the tips of your fingers before bringing your hand up to his mouth and kisses it.

Maybe you could try for him at least enough to make him not as worried.

"I suppose...."

"Just a little bit, if its calories you're really worried about then have some fruit." Draco suggests as he piles food onto his plate like meat and bread. He had quidditch practice coming up for the day so he was going to need to have as much food as he could stomach.

His idea was good but it was just annoying because you didn't want to eat at all and yet, everything looked mouth watering. Damn you, elves.

"-And water," he added.

You sigh, grabbing some fruit that you liked. One good thing about fruit was that it had water so you were kind of cheating.

"Thank you darling. We'll take small steps so you don't get overwhelmed." He reaches over and squeezes your hand softly before placing a kiss to your cheek, "You got this."

[the-moon-files]

Linked Universe / GN!Reader - Random Headcanons abt the Chain! :)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (ur here!)

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (you/they/them), Guide Reader!

Orbit: Headcanons-ish, Scenarios?

Stars: Wind, Wild, Sage, C*urage, K*ridai

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: i included the link from K*oridai (faces of evil), and the brunette Link from that old cartoon tv show,

& Trigger Warnings: none known.

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Wind (Wind Waker):

Misses being a big brother

LMAOOO I CAME FOR UR THROAT HAHAAA

ok chill chill he's doing okay

He's just not used to being the youngest in any given group, he used to be the oldest kid in charge of the younger ones and his little sister too

But dont get him wrong! He rlly does love the advantages that come with it,

and when he's feeling down abt not being older u usually cheer him up by reminding him he can be the biggest little shit he wants and every single Link will forgive him once he pulls out his baby seal eyes lmao

Ur the easiest to rope into horse playing/goofing off and he's very happy abt that

The others can be too serious for too long so he appreciates how u and him lighten them up by trying to give each other noogies (he loses most of the time)

As soon as Wind found out the others could play instruments, he immediately demanded they do campfire songs every night lol

(Most of the time one person caves, even just to idly play smth)

Likes inventing weird new games to play that'll convince as many other people to particpate, he used to do it back home too, like finding the prettiest rock on the island, that way his grandma and even adults could play too :)

Needs to sleep beside someone at night, bc he secretly likes it, back on his adventure going to sleep all by himself (unlike living with his grandma/sister) always was a little hard for him

Very hard to wake up in the morning, sleeps in the latest out of all the Links

("I'm a growing boy? Ofc i need my sleep, whats ur excuse??" @ the other Links who sleep in late lol)

Likes to sew! He's still learning, but his grandma used to teach him how so he could help her keep up with his growth spurts/recklessness tearing his clothes up

Idolizes u forever if you embroider, and will watch u like those videos of someone's cat who's fascinated by watching owner craft smth lol (like this ⚫️v⚫️)

Enjoys making stoic people crack their persona and laugh

Also has the wheeziest laugh youve ever heard, it makes u laugh every time, even when he started laughing over a dumb pun

Oh yeah, makes a foul amount of dad jokes for someone whos only like 14 💀

(He once managed to break Time and Legend, which then broke Wars and Twi, and it just continued down the Chain until everyone was crying or on the ground, he wears that shit like a badge and it literally made his confidence go 📈 puffed his chest out and everything lol)

Wild (Breath of the Wild):

U already know everything there is to know abt him??

I dont even have to say it, and it shows when ur around him lol

Like he'll go to do smth stupid like shield surf down death mountain in a unknown Hyrule, and before anyone can even realize thats what he's planning to do you've caught and stopped him and made a compromise to shield surf down some snow bluffs later instead

Or when u know he's gotten new ingredients in some other Link's Hyrule and is going to try and cook with them tonight, so u help him make a regular meal of smth else along with so the boys dont suffer stomaches

Like u can absolutely predict his bullshit all the time, just imagine the most adrenaline junkie thing he could do in that moment with the combination of things around him and you always know what tf he's up to, ur always right lol

Ur the only one who can get him to stop the chaos (besides maybe Time, weirdly enough Sky/Hyrule/Four bc they are the least likely to tell him to stop, so when they do, its usually a very, very bad idea)

Likes hair ornaments, he's got long hair for a reason after all

Likes u to style his hair, and esp if u teach him how to braid or do diff styles <333

He loves that u help cook/at least prep, and u make sure another Link helps too, bc thats a lot of ppl to make food for with little to no help 💀

(Makes u ur fav foods at even the slightest mention of them, like u wont even have to say ur craving Link's already whipped the pan out best housewife fr)

One of the few Links who's adventurous with his clothing, and trying new stuff

Wild was worried abt his Champion tunic getting messed up but was sad he couldn't wear it as much anymore

So u handmade him a new shirt that imitates the old one but with some new designs to represent the Chain! :)

He started crying.

He either hugs so lightly he seems like he's not enjoying it (no true, he's just trying to be polite)

Or he squeezes so hard be pops ur back and nearly breaks a rib

U got the latter for that shirt lol

Any new thing he doesnt remember how to deal with, like how to sew (he knows 1 stitch help), how to wash clothes (dont mix whites and blacks, and colors), how to soothe headaches/muscle aches etc.

He just wanders pitifully over to ur side and looks pitiful lol

Like he's a confused and saddened puppy

And just holds up whatever mess he's made like, "im so sorry, i dont know how to do this pls"

Bc he trusts u to know (the other Links may be hit or miss too tbh lmao)

And ur the least likely to clown him for it too, at least nothing he doesnt also find funny

Sage (Tears of the Kingdom):

So sue me, i enjoy this stupid-definitely-not-canon-unhinged-Link thats done with everyones bullshit and wants to be a hermit

SUEEE MEE ABT ITTTTT✨️

The first time u saw his hair nest and immediately clapped ur hand over u mouth in shock and tried to take a brush to it on sight

He fucking hissed at you.

Feral bitch.

Sage isnt like that all the time, but he was certainly the most distrustful and prickly out of all the Links

(U could smell it was like a defense mechanism from his adventure/past from a mile away, and knew with time that it'd fade away into his true self... like how u just knew Wild that well too)

U are the only person allowed to casually touch him, he shys away from the other Links, let alone strangers,and the first he allowed to help him with his hair

Tbh after u washed it out and got tangles and mats out and cut split ends off etc.

He almost teared up, and was extremely confused why

Def the type to not have realized he felt insecure lowkey abt it until it was fixed (he also was embarrassed to say he didnt rlly know how to take care of it)

Energy of a stray feral cat that leaves dead birds on ur doorstep without fail every morning and u leave a food bowl out in hopes he'll actually be your cat 💀

Extremely protective of you, and eventually the Chain, to the point where he might set someone's hair on fire or use runes on them

Like not enough to seriously injure but enough to scare tf out of ppl and have them running for their lives

(Did he literally growl at someone when they tried to flirt with you?? ... why is Twi encouraging him.)

Was unnerved by Wild at first but slowly got used to him and often butts into whatever private convo u two are having

Like just casually struts up and plops his head on ur shoulder and waits for attention, may complain loudly depending on how grumpy he is that day

(Wild's not getting jealous and constantly hogging u for cooking to get even more time with you what-)

Okay but unfortunately

Once those 2 got comfy with each other, they started tag teaming everyone

Like u can now bet that if an explosion happens in the distance, Sage definitely caused it, and if he's there, then Wild's there making him the explosives

(Same for if Wild's there, then Sage's there)

Def the Link that likes showing the most skin, he "gets overheated easily" - local half naked man justifies his nakedness

(coughtotallynototherreasonslikebeingshirtlessaroundyouallthetimecough)

Absolutely grievous clowning on the other Links, like its getting into bullyinggg 😭

His words are E rated for Everyone, no ones safe not even you

Sage: "wait, all those rings and nobody's ever put one on you? And you've never put on one someone else??🤔🤔"

Legend: ...😦

The rest of the Chain: 💀😭😶

Time, trying to hide he's choking on laughter so hard he's abt to fall into the firepit

Will occasionally team up with Wild to make a protective little border on either side of you while in towns/new Hyrules

U once offered to sing/hum for him after a nightmare while it was ur turn on watch (he sleeps up trees btw) and after u switched off w/other Link, u both went to edge of camp to sleep next to each other and he had the best sleep of his life like that

Now demands begs u to sing him to sleep every night, wont take "i dont sound that good tho" for an answer

Courage (The Legend of Zelda, 1989 Cartoon TV show):

Yeah... he's here too.

Just dont read this tbh

Enjoys being ✨️special✨️ by being the only hero twink out here with brunette hair

Was insecure abt it being curly/wavy until u slowly built his confidence

Bc he's got the most confidence in his strength, but not in much else tbh 😭

Actually will randomly have moments of responsibility or capability you didnt expect out of him bc he can be so silly and jokey all the time

Youll be lost as hell and he just "hey its ok the stars look like this so we go this way" and it works

Like the type of person u sort of avoid relying on bc he's like a playful jock type and then they randomly show theyre the captain of the team for a reason

Dont ask why, but hes good at knitting, shhhh no, no, no explanation he just secretly is he wont even tell u why or how or when he learned this he just "hehe, wouldnt u like to know princeyyy/princesssss/your majestyyyy"

Hyrule, and rest of Chain standing by, went to talk to one of the Great Fairies in a Hyrule once to try and get some info abt where to camp tonight or where nearest town was and before he could get close enough to ask,

Courage was already yelling like "YOOOO BIGGEST FAIRY WHATS UP?! u mind giving some poor lost fellas like us somewhere to go with ourselves tonight??"

They kept talking super casually and she laughed so hard that she let u guys stay near her that night to camp and be under fairy protection like no fairy boy Link needed 💀

Everyone was shocked, and thats how u all found out Courage is rlly good with fairies/their best friend no matter the Hyrule

Every time u guys learn smth new abt him it feels so unexpected, like out of left field or smth

It just never seems to fit his usual persona, or at least not what youd expect from him

So needless to say the first time u guys learned he could talk to magical objects that were powerful enough (like the fucking triforce)-

(this was apparently so normal he literally lived with a piece of it just in his room all the time????)

Has weird mixture of country boy vs. royal prince sensibilities?

It alarmed several Links. 💀

He can talk to Fi.

(Sky and you nearly cried)

Like he lived in the castle alongside Zelda so he inherited some spoiled/etiquette stuff, but he still would absolutely go splash in mud puddles in the rain

Would literally do fucking anything if it meant youd give him a kiss on the cheek

Likes to hug you a lot too, with his huge ass arms lifting u up (no he does not care how much u weigh ur going UP) and spinning u around

Its his favorite, almost as much as kisses

No but he's slay fucking Majora to get a kiss, like it's actually unbelievable and kinda endearing how excited he gets if u promise him one lmao

Koridai (Link: The Faces of Evil):

Omg not them putting Link's name in the title of the gameee i didnt know that 😭😭

Geezzz,, i dont know what im on

But ig heres that other silly ass Link if anyone feels like reading it

Will also fight any god, including Hylia, for a kiss

Actually astoundingly good at strategizing

Like after a few times in heat of battle him organizing Links, Time and Wars practically jumped him to include him in planning shit

He was similar to Courage to in that he just was cracking jokes all the time u didnt expect it, also he's significantly more sarcastic than Courage

U introduced him to dark humor and the laugh he laughed practically burst out of him, he looked shocked by his own laugh lmao

So he also now has a streak of dark humor he shows when u talk for while/sees someone also enjoys it

Its like his not-so-guilty-pleasure

Really good at baking? He apparently learned a lot of miscellaneous skills to better court someone and he now uses them fully to seduce you,

thru gift giving mostly, its is love language besides acts of service :)

(All Links do some amount of acts of service tho <3)

Rlly good at styling hair surprisingly, and at shield surfing??? What

Actually down to try Wild's experimental dishes...

And by that i mean he pranks the rest of you by sneaking the inedible bits into ur food

U may or may not have nearly choked him out for it and now he doesnt do it to you, and even was trying to act all pitiful abt it like "sorry lovely, but i just wanted to tease u bc ur so cute!! 🥺👉👈"

Like,, stfu u little shit 💀

He has the energy of a male orange cat, dont ask why he just is, and specifically the orange cat getting on top of the fridge or stuck between the the screen door and glasss door comically or smth 😭

Hes also loud as hell

One of the worst at stealth unless he just keeps his mouth shut completely, like his whispering is loud

He proclaims his affections very loudly too, like gettin u flowers and chatting ur ear off with what he likes abt u lol

No, like he can go for 20 minutes or more if u let him, u better stop him before he gets into the personality based compliments

Bc those sound wayyy too personal to be aired out in public ngl, like its so soft and domestic itll kill u lol

And he means every word too 👀

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I HATE THIS NEW FEATURE OR FUNCTION I SWEAR THIS DIDNT HAPPEN BEFOREEE!!!

😭😭 U ABSOLUTELY KNOW WHAT IT IS BY NOW, IT FUCKING POSTED MY DRAFT BEFORE IT WAS READY TO GO

God fuck this hellsite stop doing this meee

Thats it im just do what i do for the other blog and write it smwhere else and then copy paste onto the post this is ridiculoussss 😒😒

Well anyway, i hope if u read this before i updated and actually FINISHED THIS u come back and read it again!! :(

Sorry guys, but blame tumblr pls before u blame me 😔

(Yeah theres a lot of emojis leave me alone i feel strongly abt this)

Peace out,

🐤 Peep

I think ill start signing off my name ig, unless u guys wanna call me Moon that works too

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR rambles ANOTHER ONE (It's the 22nd one)

Dark's mind reading is just, so damn fun.

Like Green is gambling SO MUCH putting his trust into Dark but it pays off because Dark can TELL Green is truly putting faith in him to give him the benefit of the doubt.

And that means A LOT to him.

The fact Green doesn't want to hurt him MEANS A LOT TO HIM.

Dark knows this man ain't stupid.

I like him giving Green a goodbye hug and a kiss on the cheek hah.

It's so sweet in a way.

And his parting words being words of affirmation for Green.

He can be a very sweet person when given kindness.

I just like them a lot.

Green was a pretty good influence on Dark. XDD

Dark Link's dramatic ass flying away is so funny to me and probably just me.

Like Dark doesn't typically fly or flex his wings much but they DO exist. XDDD

He can kinda just hover like Shadow but I don't think that's been shown even ONCE XDDDD

Dark isn't really the type to flex his magic in general though.

The Headspace IS HIS BODY which uhhh is a horror.

Time to mention: It changing from a desolate blue to that bright pink woodsy area afterward is kinda a reflection of Dark and the person he's talking to's mental space.

It'll change again later when he talks to Blue too.

Now that Dark Ran off we get an insight back into Green. Even though he technically WON this interaction? If you could word it that way, he got kinda what he wanted...He's still kinda overloaded with bullshit, poor guy.

Whatcha looking at Green-

...UH HI LINK????

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???

And in Dark's outfit did ya swap? 👀

Link's just mumbling to himself about wtf just happened...which uhhh, Link. You just take the hobby of stalking yourself???

he doesn't seem to be aware of Green at all until Green makes himself known.

Not before his face bugs out. XD

Ngl. this is one of my favorite interactions its SO stupid.

The dialogue is up there in scenes that make me laugh just to read.

Like, Link my guy, did you ACTUALLY think for a SECOND that shit would work???

Link's eyes bugging out completely as he runs in terror from Green has to be up there in stupid shit. It's so ridiculous and amazing just tickles my brain lmfao. It's so dumb. XDDD

Link cycles through all 4's personalities for a second X'DD

1st panel: Vio

2nd Panel: Green

4th and 5th: Blue

6th being Red obviously

Green is so fed up with him after being kicked in the damn stomach. XDDD

Sooooo, we didn't learn a LOT from Link's appearance outside of the fact he's still lingering around within the headspace. Which is ODD because Dark hasn't brought him up or seemingly hasn't run into him...Despite Link STALKING him it seems.

Weeiiiird.

Link's adoption of the black tunic is odd to say the least. His mental state is still fractured and torn considering it's appearance.

And it dawns on me I don't think Green goes on to NEVER disclosed to anyone Link's still running around. X'DDDD (Re-reading FSR together like this is fun isn't it?)

A LOT of shit happens to where he didn't really have time to squeeze it in but it is funny this scene is still pretty up in the air on it's importance for now.

Also since this is rambles I don't have to keep secrets on who the weirdo next to Link is in the last panel.

That's FSRA Link. Which just leaves all sorts of weird implications I'll let you sit with, considering that man is from 100+ years in the future...

;)

True to his word, Shadow is able to tell Dark was active. Oh no.

LOL also not Zelda calling Green by the wrong name. X'D Poor girl isn't used to being around the four dudes her bestie splits into. (She literally had NO idea they were split until AFTER the final battle lmfao and then they walked back to the sanctuary and boom.)

So yeah Shadow tries to wrestle Dark back because dude's a dangerous little ball of evil. XD

He SAW what he did to Vio first hand and didn't wanna have that happen to Green.

I'll never not find it funny Dark can summon his sword in that form, but literally can't even use it. X'DDDD

He also yanked Green's arm away from the sword so he didn't get hit because Dark's very attached to Green at this point.

Shadow's got beef with the little guy and Zelda making a force field, and Shadow proceeding to SMACK into it always gets a laugh it's so dumb.

Art wise it's kinda funny just how LONG Dark's tentacles are in this scene considering I shortened them later. XD

Also...Considering recent updates Dark responding violently when in danger is...Well something. XDDD

Poor Green and his savior complex-

"I can help him-" - Green about the horrific monster that tormented everyone.

Shadow even points this out but Shadow's also projecting HARD onto Dark X'DDD

"I'm an evil horrible liar so this bitch must be too" - Shadow.

Shadow personally just wants everything to be perfect and peachy and that can't happen with Dark so he wants the easy way out so to speak.

Shadow sweetie, it's not your curse. XD

(Funny we're bringing that up...Shadow Link hasn't been in the headspace at ALL...Interesting huh?)

OOOMF.

That shit must have HURT to hear out of Green considering him and Shadow were doing MOSTLY well before that.

Green's been bottling his negative feelings towards Shadow for a LONG time now and JUST seeing what Shadow did while with Vio it was inevitable dude would snap.

Green immediately regrets what he said though.

Dark cuddling Green is always cute.

Shadow got called out and now feels like shit.

Not Zelda sitting here like "Genuinely wtf are yall talking about rn???"

He can't even argue with Green considering it was pretty true. X"D Even if it was a low blow.

Zelda blowing a hole through the castle has lead to...ISSUES.

Shadow's acting a bit ominously.

Mmm fast travel.

And bitter unresolved feelings. Our favorite.

Hiiiii it's been months since I touched this lmao.

Back into the game:

Green has a lot of hesitance too, he just chooses to stuff that down in turn for a more peaceful option.

he's aware dark has caused hurt and is INSANE but wants to give him a chance.

I think in a lot of ways he regrets that Shadow never had help because they just met "Too late" in a lot of ways.

Shadow had already committed many horrible deeds before anyone had a glimpse of being able to help him.

While Dark is still very new and able to be saved from a life of regret or villainy, cause Green recognized that spark of good in him that could blossom into a good person if they give it a try.

meanwhile, Shadow's being self loathing.

...To be fair a lot of what Dark Link says DOESN'T make sense due to it being...from an outsider's perspective utter nonsense (He knows Zelda lore lmfao.) but his claims Shadow just IS ganon are clearly getting to shadow cause he's got self doubt.

Meanwhile Green tries to remind him of his progress, and thinks Shadow and Dark could have something to bond over.

Aaaand there is it boy doesn't wanna be reminded of how much he's fucked up. It's hard when there's a mirror pointed at you.

Green's still feeling bad about what he said.

And since people missed it, and I was being cheeky:

Green and Shadow did share a lil smooch.

Dark isn't happy about it. XD

To be fair, I'd be pretty pissed off if my only goal was to get a lil smooch smooch and people were handing em to lord ganon evil lord of the buttholes too.

Bask in his beauty Shadow, he sure is pretty. UwU

Shadow letting Green down not so gently that he's an idiot will always be funny.

he was backed into a corner guys, be nice to him.

Shadow's of course more concerned about Vio rn.

I'd be worried about his reaction too...As we see later it's not a happy welcome to Dark Link XDDD

Dark Link isn't having being shoved back into Shadow's hat.

Shadow in a moment of...idk what you'd call it, clarity I suppose decides to let him stay with Green.

it's up to the reader to assume WHY he did that.

Realizing he makes Dark Link feel unsafe, just not wanting to argue. Overall there's hesitation on his end.

So he ends up in Green's hat. XD

Green asking a reasonable question about how he's gonna go get Blue...considering his physical form is WITH Green and Shadow.

And Dark responds verbally. So far I think he's only growled in that form. XD

So uhhh, Shadow's pissed off Dark refused to speak last night. XDDD

So if you're curious: My vision for Dark in this form is that speaking is VERY difficult for him to do so he just...doesn't.

This is his dormant form, so his "Functionality" is mostly...nonexistant.

This is a form that doesn't take a lot of effort to maintain or upkeep so his actual abilities aren't very wide.

Like he CAN talk. But simple phrases and words are easiest for him to do. Which is why he repeats "Yeah yeah" twice.

Shadow also fails to realize even THIS form was a step up from the fact Dark was a simple sphere with an eye before. XD

He grew a mouth to chew on Green...So he might have had the intention to speak last night and just...didn't.

But if he wanted to speak, he could just form back to his "Link" form or drag someone to the headspace.

Overall: Shadow ya dummy he probably just didn't have anything to say XD

Green coming to Dark's defense screaming "STOP IT SHADOW YOU'RE SCARING HIM!" is so funny because I without fail imagine the "HE'S AFRAID OF SANTA CLAUS!!!" "STOP IT PATRICK YOU'RE SCARING HIM!!!" spongebob bit.

Shadow letting the whole "Dad" debacle slip and Green's fucking face to that just sends me.

He looks so...judgmental. X'D

"This is how you'd treat your son?"

Dark Link giving Green the title of his "Dad" Whatever he thinks that means...because Shadow is a bad one is just, funny as hell to me.

Dark so obviously doesn't understand blood family ties (...His entire life revolves around 4 dudes who are one guy, and that guy's shadow all being in a weird as fuck relationship so uh...who blames him for not understanding family)

Affectively, Green is just someone Dark considers his family so...he's his "dad". XD

The title switch from Shadow TO Green is due to the fact he just feels more comfortable and safe WITH Green.

...Shadow uses THIS as an example of Dark being "Unreasonable" which is something else alright. XDDD

Green taking the piss out of the whole "dad" thing is pretty damn silly...Green you ARE the daddy now. X'D

I don't think Green would have tried this shit if Dark was in his Link form. XDDD

I know in the draft comic folders I got a comic where Green treats Dark differently based on his form and how Dark doesn't understand that. (him being uncomfortable with the finger chewing in his Link disguise vs his dormant form for example) and how he thinks Green's a hypocrite.

Last panel: Shadow DEFINENTLY not trying to keep everyone thinking Dark's just insane and not saying anything important.

I'll cut it off here since getting into the Darkblue segment (As I like to call it) is gonna be interesting I think XDD

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

hey love your writing! Could you maybe do 9 and 14 with Dwayne please

9. I thought we were going out for dinner?

14. "I knew from the minute I saw you -" "What?" "That I had to bite you."

I hope you like this!

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"And don't come back until you succeeded!" My dad stood in the doorway, looking at me as I left for the boardwalk. I sighed - it was the same old discussion. The family business. I had to be a part of it, I was part of the family, was I not? And yet, being a part of the family and acting out there commands were to very different things.

Still, even if I didn't think I was ready, I had to try. Maybe tonight I'd succeed. So, even though I didn't like it, I had taken along my knife. And a switchblade. Some razorwire. A bit of ducttape. You know, the usual.

And yet, when I entered the boardwalk, I didn't think about what my family wanted. All I could do was enjoy the sights and sounds, and before I fully realised it, I was in line for the rollercoaster. Riding the carousel, dancing around with the crowd at the concert. I laughed, sang along, screamed - and forgot about the world back home. I danced with many people until one individual stood out from the crowd.

He was tall. Handsome, with a hint of danger around him. He looked at me, and I smiled. Yes. He'd be perfect. He continued to look at me as I danced, and when I moved away from the crowd, he followed.

"Nice moves."

I nodded, smiling. "The music was good." I said before introducing myself.

"Dwayne."

We walked together in silence for a moment when I - and I was certain he did as well - heard my stomach rumble.

"Do you want to get some dinner?" He asked.

"Yeah, that'd be great!" I smiled brightly, my fingers itching. Dinner was indeed great. I could maybe subdue him, ask him to come home with me for more, and then my family would see that I could carry on the family business...

He took me to his bike, a nice model, helped me onto the back and drove off. There was something about the way that he drove, with not a care in the world for speedlimits or trafficrules that made me wonder if he was more dangerous than I thought.

He drove for a while, passing the Santa Carla town border, entering the desert like surroundings of the town.

"I thought we were going out for dinner?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the rumble of the engine.

He chuckled. "We are."

I frowned. Something was off. Carefully, I loosened one of the arms I had around him, moving to grab my knife. I was prepared for anything now.

"Then where are we going?"

"You'll see. It's just a couple of miles out."

"Bullshit! There's nothing here. I'm not some dumb tourist, Dwayne!"

Suddenly, I flew forward, my face pressed against his back. He had stopped driving, stopping in the middle of the desert.

"No?"

"No." I jumped of the bike, my voice calm and collected.

"That's a shame. Tourists are more fun."

I shrugged. I remember my sister saying the same thing.

"Why?"

"They just are."

It was quiet for a moment, both of us staring at the other.

"You know, I knew from the minute I saw you-"

"What?" I asked, sounding unimpressed. I frowned in surprise as I saw his face transform from human to something somewhat demonic.

"That I had to bite you." He was about to run towards me, ready to bite my throat out, when I spoke up.

"Wait, wait, hold up! You kill people too?!"

He stopped. "What do you mean 'too'?"

"It's my family's thing." I shrugged. "You know, killing people. My dad even went so far as eating the meat, but after accidentally eating some brain he doesn't do that anymore."

Dwayne just looked at me, as if I had grown wings.

"And its actually kind of nice, to meet another killer who's not a member of the family? How did you get into it? Were you forced, or was it like an urge you always had or-?"

"Vampirism."

"Oh yeah, that-" I stopped, looking at him. "Wait, for real?"

He nodded.

"Ah, so it was an urge thing then. Oh, speaking off - my grandma always makes sure to collect the blood of our victims? So like, if you ever need to get some emergency blood, you know?"

"Why do you still assume you get out of this alive?"

I smiled. "Because we've been driving some time, and it's -" I checked my watch, "about ten minutes before sunrise. So you can either kill me and burn, or-"

"Or what?"

"Take me home and I will give you some blood."

Dwayne sighed, probably wondering how this happened and why - before nodding. I grinned, pointing him towards the family home, and dragging him inside the second we arrived.

"The basement is sun free. Do you need anything else, besides the blood?"

He shook his head, not saying anything as he went down. I couldn't help but grin as I looked through the fridge for a jar of blood. I might not have made my first kill, but at least I found someone who could maybe help me make my first one.

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something so precious - the natalie edit

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!OC (Curator!OC)

Rating: Teen

Tags: natalie being sad and lonely, comfort from darling copia, terzo being a scheming little matchmaker, mention of RATS OHWHOOOOAHHHH

Words: 1,461

Summary: When Terzo asks her to eat dinner with the rest of the abbey, how bad can it get?

a/n: i am having way too much fun revisiting these honestly i just love my beautiful anxious girl and her dumb perfect rat boyfriend so much

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“Terzo?” Natalie asks, leaning back in her squeaky leather chair. “Why do none of the siblings speak to me?”

Papa Emeritus III, currently sitting on her desk twirling a pen between his fingers as he hides from whatever duties Imperator has requested of him on this day, stops his movement and looks at her askance.

“Well obviously, bella,” he starts in that smooth voice she’s come to recognize as the signature tune he uses when he wants to convince someone of something, usually involving accompanying him to bed, “it is your immense beauty. Your stunning intellect. Your–”

She leans forward in her chair abruptly with a tired expression on her face.

“Cut the bullshit, please,” she says, snatching the pen out of his grasp, “I’ve been here almost a month and not a single person other than you, the other papas, Cardinal Copia, and Sister Imperator has approached me. Are my vibes that bad? Is it because I’m not a member of the church?”

“Eh…” he begins hesitantly, “the best guess I have is because you’re basically upper clergy, dolcezza. Most siblings don’t casually associate with anyone higher in rank unless it’s for…” his painted lips quirk into a lascivious grin, “...other reasons.”

Natalie frowns. “Upper clergy? How exactly am I upper clergy? I’m literally just an employee?”

“Well,” he says, hopping off the edge of her desk and slipping into the chair opposite her, “A cardinal once held the position you do. Performed the same duties you are performing. Therefore in a way, your status is equal to that of a cardinal. Capisci?”

“Oh,” she says, somewhat deflated. Terzo immediately picks up on her tone and hops out of his seat to stand by her side and take her hands.

“Come to the dining hall tonight, eh? I know you’re content to eat alone in your rooms but it will be good for you, I promise.”

Natalie’s been avoiding the dining hall like the plague since she got here, preferring to eat her sad bowls of cereal on her couch every night. Maybe it would do her good to have an actual square meal. She nods at him and he beams, squeezing her hands.

“Bene! I’m sure you will find your place at the abbey soon, ragazza mia.”

He pats a gloved hand on her cheek and bounds out of her office to go cause mischief elsewhere. She sighs deeply and props her elbows on her desk.

“It will be fine,” she murmurs to herself before turning back to the work she had abandoned when Terzo came in, “you will be fine.”

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This, Natalie decided, was the worst fucking idea.

When she first walked into the vast dining hall she was taken aback by its beauty. Paneled walls lined the room and a dramatic arched wooden ceiling soared above her. After she finished gazing at her surroundings, she was hit with the fact that half the room was staring at her.

Oh fuck, she thinks, skittering over to the food line in an effort to blend in better. She gratefully takes her bowl of hearty vegetable stew and sizable hunk of crusty bread and turns around to face the room. Siblings eye her, whispering amongst themselves and suddenly she’s struck with the worst pit of anxiety in her stomach. The room is filled with a number of tables in varying sizes and as she scans the room, her heart sinks when she realizes there are no empty places to sit. Shuffling with her food into the center of the room, Natalie’s about to panic and give up entirely when she turns to a four-person table in a corner with one occupant.

Cardinal Copia.

He’s hunched over his bowl, delicately spooning stew into his mouth when he spots her hustling towards him. Dropping his spoon, his mismatched eyes go wide as she approaches the table, jaw falling open slightly.

“Can I, um,” Natalie begins in a hushed voice, “can I sit with you?”

A beat passes and she’s starting to wonder if he heard her when he rockets out of his seat, straightening his black cassock. Before she can say anything he’s drawing a chair out for her, gesturing for her to sit.

“Please, Signorina Sinclair!” he says in a hushed, almost reverent tone as she takes a seat. “Your company is eh, most welcome.” Copia returns to his own seat and gives her a nervous little smile that makes her smile in return. Graciously, he upturns her glass and fills it with water from the carafe sitting next to him on the table.

“Thank you,” Natalie says, mirroring his hushed tone. “Thank you so much. This place…this place is like high school all over again,” she says in a rush as she finally spoons some much needed quality food into her mouth.

“Is it?” he asks, “I ah…wouldn’t know.”

She cocks her head and her brows draw together.

“How so?” she says, leaning forward to take another spoonful of the delicious stew.

“I completed all my schooling within the church,” he says, pushing a carrot around his bowl.

“Oh! Were you raised in the church then?” Natalie asks, truly intrigued.

“Sì…in Roma. I’ve been groomed for this position,” he sighs heavily, “my whole life.”

She had no idea the depth and breadth of the church’s reach throughout the world. Truly it both baffled and fascinated her. Not knowing quite what to say to his revelation, they both continue eating in silence.

“How are you…how are you liking it here?” he asks with a hint of concern.

“It’s beautiful. I can’t imagine a prettier place to live and work.”

“That’s not what I meant, signorina.” His eyes, particularly the white one that almost glows, burn into hers.

“I…” Natalie’s voice chokes up a little so she clears her throat, “I don’t have a lot of people to talk to. No one will speak to me, you know? I left all my friends behind and I’m so isolated now and–” she cuts herself off, feeling the tears welling in her eyes. He looks startled by her confession, and reaches a gloved hand across the table to take hers. When he looks at her with more softness than she has seen from anyone in a very long time, she lets out an embarrassing sob.

“I know,” he whispers, thumb stroking her knuckles. “Believe me, signorina. I know.”

Natalie wipes her tears with the cloth napkin at the table almost viciously, feeling humiliated that she’s let Copia of all people see her like this. She holds him in such high esteem and she cringes at what he must think of her now.

“I’m sorry,” she blurts out, removing her hand from his. “I…Christ this is so mortifying.”

“Not mortifying at all, signorina. I asked you a question and you answered with your heart. I…want to be someone you come to when you are feeling like this, sì?”

She nods, smiling at him gratefully as she watches him pick up his hunk of bread. He’s so…so wonderful and empathetic and charming and lovely and…and he’s currently picking apart his bread into tiny chunks and placing them within his napkin.

“Um,” Natalie begins inelegantly, unsure of how to proceed, “what are you doing?”

“Hmm?” He looks up at her and his cheeks redden when he realizes she’s been watching him. “Oh I…eh…”

She nods conspiratorially. “Midnight snack, huh?”

His painted lips twist into a smile and he chuckles, causing her to smile again.

“Not for me…for my bambini.”

“Peculiar babies who eat table scraps, no?”

“Eh…they’re…they’re rats.”

He’s positively glowing with embarrassment but Natalie’s smile gets even wider.

“Oh!” she cries, clapping her hands together, “tell me about them! Can I meet them?”

He swallows several times before cracking a nervous half-smile.

“Sì, of course! They are such sweet little things…ragazze mie.”

He’s got such a fond look in his eye, but she’s not sure if it’s regarding his rats or her. The thought makes her flush and look down at her lap.

“I’m glad Terzo told me to come to dinner tonight,” Copia says in a small voice, smiling at her. Natalie’s eyes widen at the revelation but she says nothing, simply mirroring his grin.

“He’s Papa for a reason,” she states simply. “Are you done eating? I’m dying to hear more about these babies of yours.”

Hours later, the two of them are the last people to leave the dining hall after being ushered out by irritated siblings. When they part, it’s with the promise that she will one day soon visit Copia’s rodent children. She bids her soft goodbye, hand lingering on his bicep when she thanks him for his time and she begins the walk to her quarters.

Maybe the abbey isn’t so bad after all.

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3x11 1/2: i would just like you to know that when we finished this ep, my neighbor sent me a text to ask if all is good cause he was screaming about Britin ‘Ohhh are they gonna do some vigilante shit again? Why are they in a truc- oh Brian this sad. This is so sad. How fucked up that they had to go home to fuck. One thing you can count on besides my undying love for Brian, is his love for messing with Justins hair. I like how in the beginning the bedroom light was blue because its more cold and now he’s all in love and shit and the light is orange. I’m a fucking genius when it comes to this show’ ‘I am so mad that Brian looks so fucking hot while in a room with this fucking pig! He wants to put him in the Gay and Lesbian center? Brian, I thought we were past this bullshit?’ THE GLC SCENE IS UP!! ‘Every gay person here needs to get their membership card revoked! Immediately. BLONDIE. Whos Marga- OH FUCK. Oh shit OH FUCK. DID YOU SEE THAT?! Wait rewind time bitch!Look at Brian’s death stare and how he squeezes his hand tight as fuck when my girl Jen mentions prom. He is sick to his stomach right now. Wait did he..did he plan this out? How dare he look at my blondie? Keep walking bitch.’ ‘Ted, please what the fuck is going on with you? THAT GUY IS GONNA KILL HIM!’ ‘I love blondie but this has Bri Bri written all over it, how can they not realize it? OH DEBBIE KNOWS! So if she knows why is she acting dumb about brian? What do I have to do for Debbie to lay off of Brian for one second?‘ Michael just told Brian that he’s lucky about the parents thing ‘HE DID NOT. Dude. BRIANS PARENTS SUCK ASS WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? And you know that! So not cool’ ‘TED NO. TED WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? HE IS AN ACTUAL DRUG ADDICT. Fucking hell, this hurts to watch’ the scene with Justin waiting for Brian with a poster is happening *jumps up and shakes his hands* ‘ I FUCKING KNEW IT! WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY?! HE HELPED! MY BOY GOT HIS HEAD OUT OF HIS ASS!’ *loud groan bc stockwell is on tv* there is literally no fucking escape from this fucker. fuck, fuck fuck HE KNOWS ABOUT BRIAN. Well shit, is Trumpy wannabe gonna try and play Brian back? (Cuts to Britin) HELL YEAH BACK TO THE IMPORTANT SHIT! Words cant explain how much i missed them. Brian! Be careful because the dude knows but please continue my dudes. (Cuts to Stockwell) *groans*oh come on. BECAUSE HES A WHAT NOW?! YOU SLEAZY MOTHERFUCKER! HOW DARE YOU CALL HIM THAT WORD (cuts to britin again) my dudes can we just stay here because that other guy fucking sucks. OH MY GOD HAS BRIAN BEEN PLANNING THIS SINCE THAT SHOUT OUT? Not them fucking on the posters, that is beyond hilarious..WHO THE HELL KEEPS KNOCKING AT HIS PLACE THIS LATE? Dude just ignore it, its probably mike or some shit. Keep fucking. *jaw hits the floor* OH MY FUCKING GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY FUCKING- OH SHIT. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING. HE IT BOOTY DICK NAKED FUCKING THE INTERN ON FUCK YOU POSTERS. ICONIC.’ ‘Wait, so are we not gonna get Hunter pills for hiv? Oh wait Hunter might actually make me like Mike. Nice. I knew there was hope for him, maybe this is foreshadowing that he wont suck as a dad with that baby’ He is now on the edge of the couch watching Brian about to get fired ‘BRIAN IS STANDING UP FOR HIMSELF! THATS RIGHT HE WOULDNT UNDERSTAND! EXACTLY BRIAN! Oh damn that means i also don’t understand, whatever. GO BRIAN! I KNEW YOU HAD A SPINE!’ ‘Oh poor Emmett. Ted, i am so angry at you right now. Fuck you for hurting my baby boy! TED STOLE THE MONEY?! What the actual fucking hell is going on with him? Ted you are officially on my shit list. I feel bad for you but i am PISSED OFF!’

Your neighbor is going to be so grateful when QAF is over.

“One thing you can count on besides my undying love for Brian, is his love for messing with Justin’s hair.” TRUER WORDS HAVE NEVER BEEN SPOKEN

Brian’s death stare and squeezing his hand when Jen mentions prom. Good noticing brother! Brian is still fucked up over it (of course).

Who keeps showing up? One could ask why people in QAF show up at people’s doors instead of calling on the phone? Why QAF?

YES the line when Brian says Vance wouldn’t understand is so iconic. It feels so good for him to stand up for himself.

I think QAF takes place / was filmed before they automatically put people on HIV drugs. It used to be that they waited until T cells dropped below a certain number before starting meds because there was worry (I think) about developing resistance to the medication. Now we know that doesn’t happen which is why we have PrEP so they might not have started Hunter on meds right away.

Oh we are deep into Ted’s downfall. Ugh. It’s so painful to watch.

[yeetus-feetus]

psst! Hey chucklefucks :D little side note before this story goes ahead, this Peter is based on the one in my head, and he's 25. I wouldn't fuck the MCU spidey, he looks like an absolute foetus. Also Tom isn't really my type, Andrew however~ well, you already know if you saw that kiss ;)

Peter sits a glass of whiskey down in front of Logan, taking a seat acrostic from him with a gaudy pink hello kitty mug in his other hand.

Logan let's put an amused grunt before lifting the glass to his lips, "thanks bub, really needed this after the fuckery I just been through", he says appreciatively.

"yeah so, what exactly happened? Wade's been gone for almost 2 months and I was really starting to get worried", the younger man fiddles with what's undoubtedly one of Wade's mugs. "Also how are you alive??"

"well to be completely honest with you, I was intoxicated and hungover for 70% of it all, but I'm pretty sure we were only in The Void for 2 days". The older man replies gruffly. "Bloody time multiverse bullshit, if you ask me I don't understand a lick of it, and don't care to either".

Peter immediately perks up at that. "Wait, Multiverse?"

Logan eyes him almost curiously. "Yeah, you know anything about it? Whole thing felt kinda like a fever dream".

Peter looks almost giddy with excitement then. "Omg you're from an alternate universe aren't you! That's how you're alive, you're a different Wolverine! Oh that's so cool! How are you here? And why? Did something happen to your timeline?"

Logan flood back in his chair with a grunt. "Slow down kid, jeez. Nothing happened to my timeline except me", he grumbles and looks down into his glass. "Don't matter anyways, I'm here now, some kind of anchor being or some shit, me n' wade both actually. We saved this timeline..." Logan goes quiet then.

Peter watches him with rapt attention, eyes wide and waiting for the older man to go on. He is so going to nerd out about this later!

Logan grunts at the younger man's interest. "I was minding my own self pitying business when your boy kidnapped me from my timeline and basically forced me to help him save this timeline, we ended up The Void, it's a little fuzzy how we got there really- but some crazy shit happened. As much as Wade is annoying piece of shit, he grows on ya", Logan smiles sincerely.

"he was going to sacrifice his dumb ass, y'know. He could've actually died... For you, all your friends and shit. He.. he told me you guys were his whole world- so before you yell at him again for disapearin', keep that in mind yeah?" Logan tells him quietly, doing anything to avoid eye contact. Something like guilt sat heavy in his stomach and he gulped down the rest of the glass.

Peter softens, his excitement waning and replaced with a warmth in his chest. A small smile makes its way to his face, which he hides in the mug, taking a sip of the sweet tea. "Oh. Thankyou for telling me. Thankyou for bringing him back to me", he looks back up at Logan with soft eyes.

Logan looks away quickly, stomach lurching. "Uh yeah. Look I um, I don't know exactly what's going on between you and Wade... but if it's something serious, I got something I should probably tell you", he clears his throat and fiddles with his now empty glass.

"hm?" Peter tilts his head like an adorable lost puppy, and Logan feels something sharp hit him square in the chest. "What are you talking about?"

Logan groans. "Don't make me say it".

Peter looks even more confused, causing wade to suck in a deep sigh. Before he opens his mouth, though, Peter seems to finally catch on.

"Oh. Oh." Peter giggles, so hard he actually snorts. "Oh me and Wade? Ha! No, no, we're not-" Peter tries desperately to stifle his laughter. "No, Wade's just my emotional support pin cushion, his words not mine, but they certainly fit".

Logan nods his head, "sorry for assuming, you guys just seemed- earlier, y'know..." he stammers, grasping for words that refuse to come to him.

Peter giggles again, bringing the mug to his mouth. "I get it, we're just roomies though", he smiles. But something in his eyes catches Logan's attention and he smirks.

"just?" He asks, smugly.

Peter looks up at him with his gorgeous brown eyes, a gentle blush on his face. "Okay, you got me. We've messed around a little, nothing serious, though. Nothing below the belt", Peter admits coyly.

"yeah? You sound a little disappointed 'bout that, bub", Logan teases, leaning into it.

Peter chuckles, hiding behind the mug again. "Maybe. It's... Complicated though; I'm still afraid, of loosing people y'know. And I, if we become more, I'm scared of how much it'll hurt..." He almost whispers the last part, keeps his eyes down. He can feel the way Logan's eyes watch him closely.

"yeah", Logan sighs. "Yeah I know exactly what you mean."

The room goes quite, a comfortable air of mutual understanding filling the space between them.

After a moment Peter looks at Logan, "Want another drink?"

Logan hums, "it alright if I just take the bottle?" He asks, and Peter grins as he gets up and moves to the cupboard behind him.

"sure thing, it's only gonna sit there forever otherwise. I'm not a big drinker", Peter explains, grabbing the bottle down and sliding it across the table.

"thanks bub." Peter watches as Logan takes a hearty swig, something catching his curiosity.

"so, when U asked about Wade and I, you said there's something you needed to tell me?"

Logan almost chokes on his next sip, wiping his mouth with a groan. "Ah right." He makes eye contact with an interesting spot on the wall to his left. "We uhm... He pissed me off and I said some pretty fucked up shit, and well", Logan clears his throat. "Apparently getting into a physical fight with someone who can't die, in the back of a godforsaken car, can get pretty heated after a few hours..."

"Oh?" Peter's eyes shine with interest. "Did the adrenaline and high testosterone get the best you both?" He asks slyly.

"cut the science shit, we hate fucked alright". Logan rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Just wanted to make I wasn't gonna be home wrecking or nothin' in a lapse of my judgement", he huffed irritatedley.

"was that all it was?" Peter's teased. A mix of confusing feelings sword low in his gut, unsure of weather to be jealous and possessive, or intrigued by the image of Wade undoubtedly torn to pieces by wolverines claws while they got their rocks off.

Logan scoffed, then let out an amused chuckle. "Trust me bub, that's all it was. Just two guys letting out some pent up energy". He wraps his lips around the top of the bottle and Peter watches closely as he swallows down the cheap whiskey. "Plus, it's been like 60 odd years since I last got my dick wet, not my fault the little guy wanted some attention", he chuckles.

Peter laughs then. "Oh and how old are you exactly Mr Wolverine?"

"255, I think. Might've lost count somewhere, but", he lifts his hand and flicks it side to side, "bout close enough".

"oh you're a lot older than our Wolvie was," Peter hums. He was thinking about something before being abruptly inyerupted.

"Ooohhhh yeahh baby! Missed that shower, she's so good to me". Peter smiles as Wade enters the room loudly. "So what have you cuties been talking about?"

Peter grins, leaning back in his seat. "Oh nothing much Wilson. Though you might wanna fill me in on the deats of later tonight, gotta say, I'm a little jealous Logan here got car sex before I did".

Logan grunts and glares at Peter before looking back to Wade in his stupid tiny towel, an even stupider expression forming on his face.

"oh Petey! You wanna have sex with me!? Oh why didn't you say so sooner baby boy, we've only been roommates for almost 2 years!" He jumps over excitedly to grab at Peter's face, squishing it between his hands. "We can go right now if you want~?"

Peter bursts I to laughter, shoving at Wade and pushing him away. "Omg you freak, go put some fucking clothes on". Wade persists with a pleading face, earning him a palm to the face as Peter pushes it away from his. "I'm serious!" He laughs.

"oh come on snookums, you're not afraid of the company are you?" Wade wiggles his non-existtent eyebrows. "don't worry Sweet cheeks, as you know, Logie-bear here has seen my whole cock and balls already!"

Peter snorts and webs Wade's mouth shut. "Omg shut up! You're gonna be the one scaring the company", Peter tells him, looking over to Logan, who is holding his own head in exasperation and regret, feeling a mild headache begin to form.

Weather he's regretting telling Peter about the Honda Odyssey scene, or just the fact he even agreed to follow Wade home all together, not even he knows.

Once again my lovelies, To Be Continued. That's all folks!

In another universe far far away:

the sound of a door slamming open loudly echoes through the messy apartment. A loud mothed idiot drags a begrudging and tired older man behind him and through the entrance, towards a new beginning.

"Hello Spidey~ Babycakes! I'm home from war~" the idiot calls out to his roommate-

And they were roommates!

the hairy peanut eyes the idiot with a slight look of confusion, his cute frown lines deepening; his mouth opens to say something but there's a faint crash from the other end of the apartment as a handsome young man flings himself from one the rooms, wearing nothing but generic flannel pajama pants.

"WADE! where the hell have you been!?" handsome shouts, a variety of emotion showing through his tone. mostly anger and relief.

"ah ah ah, your line is 'Hello sailor!' like those silly video skits on the clock app that I can't legally name", the idiot corrects. unfortunately resulting in a fist to the gut.

"you son of a bitch! I thought you ran away again and left me behind!" yeah definitely mostly anger.

handsome goes to throw a second punch but Wade catches it before it lands. "Calm down now sweetums, daddy was out saving the world. More specifically, this timeline- newsflash babyboy, I'm Marvel Jesus now".

"Does anything you say ever make any sense!?" handsome growls, going in for a right hook with his free hand, but Marvel H. Christ catches that one too.

handsome looks up at Wade as tears form in his eyes, his bottom lip quivers and he breaks into a quiet sob as he buries his face in Wade's chest. Wade lets Peter's hands go so they can wrap around him instead. "i thought you left me", is mumbled against tear-soaked red leather-

red leather yellow leather red leather yellow leather, try saying that 3x fast

"ahem", the tired honey badger coughs loudly, "am I... interrupting something? I can leave-"

"Not a chance Peanut! I'm not letting you get away that easily~" the idiot lets go of his peter and spins around to face the older man, "now let's get you two introduced! Wolvie, this is Spidey-"

Wade turns to face the still teary-eyed younger man. "And Peter, this is... this is Logan. he's going to be staying with us for the foreseeable future."

Peter looks between Logan and Wade; silence falls over the room- which is ridiculously unbelievable considering Deadpool is one of the people in it.

"Uhm, y'know... if that's alright with you, Petey-pie", the idiot corrects.

"Wade is that THE fucking Wolverine!? What the fuck!?" Peter finally asks in complete and utter disbelief. "isn't he dead? died saving some girl none of us have heard of since? like dead-dead, not coming back kind of dead!?"

"Okay honeybunch, calm your nickers and get your tits out of a twist, I'll explain everything over tea after a nice hot shower, how's that sound?" the idiot explains in a calm voice, hands up in a placating manner. "Now, anyone care to join me?"

Peter huffs and crosses his arms at the same time Logan snickers and rolls his eyes, catching each other's attention once more. "how 'bout I do the talking and you get your loud as mouth in that fucking shower", Peanut suggests.

"That works", Peter says shortly. Both men look towards Wade, who's shoulders slump as he sighs deeply.

"Suit yourselves ladies, but you're really missing oouutt~". the only thing he gets in response are two tired glares. Oh boy, what has he signed himself up for?

"Alright, I'm going I'm going!" Wade puts his arms up in surrender as he backs up towards the bathroom. These two are no fun.

Peter turns to Logan then. "So, how do you prefer your tea?" he asks, heading for the kitchen.

"I prefer whiskey."

-To Be Continued-

[carrickbender]

SEPT POUR DIMANCHE

- This week has been a wild ride. I had a few days off, and finally finished up the quarter. I did ok this quarter, and this next is looking like the same chance for ok grades. 4 quarters to go, so by this time next year, I'll be done with my 4 year. I'm planning on starting my MBA right after, but the thought of enjoying a quarter off is downright sinful.

- Tuesday night was John Mayer at Climate Pledge in Seattle, and it was a fantastic show. The musicianship was incredible, lots of deep album tracks("Walt Grace Submarine Test, 1967 got me a little misty), and it was a blast to go with H and actually have a 'date' for the 1st time in 3+ years.

- My work week was absolutely miserable. Like, "coming home covered in pulp and red liquor miserable because everything that could go wrong, did go wrong" miserable. So that was fun... :-/

- Taylor Hawkins... simply no words. What an amazing light dimmed way too soon. In my own selfishness, my friend Randy and I had tickets to see the Foo in August. Just to hear "one of these days" or "wheels"... yeah, just heartbreaking.

- Speaking of weeks and unnecessary b.s., I've been my moms chauffeur for the past 3 days because her mechanic has been messing about and she doesnt want to drive her F250. Now I don't blame her on that front, at all. But I've been working nights all week, and its seriously cut into what little sleep I've been getting. Now I can deal with very little sleep, but the 30 mins of complaining about absolutely everything is just... yeah. I love my mom, but some of her theories are nuts.

- The little box in the corner from Union tube and transistor is my first journey into the land of boutique guitar pedals, which just might become a habit... Maybe it was bad that I was a huge U2 fan growing up, The edge being "an architect of sound" and me being a huge fan of his playing. But an even bigger maybe is that you might actually get to hear it one of these days.

- Tomorrow starts 6 days in a row(possibly 7), and I'm not looking forward to pulling on my boots in 6 hours. I feel lost, tired, and in need of spiritual rejuvenation. No, I'm not looking for old time religion, but im kinda approaching the season in my life where I should have a moment to look around at the bigger picture and appreciate it. But yet, every time I seem to look up lately it's like I keep getting deeper into the myre. The Bible verse from Psalms, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning?" Keeps going in my head, but I know it's me who saves me in the end. I rebuilt my life after my divorce, after destroying my knee, and now I'm attempting to rebuild a life while being a parent of a small child in my mid 40s. And while I rejoice at my ability to rebound, I can't help but wonder, "is there any relief?".

Anyhow, much love to yall. Thanks for listening and sticking around. You all inspire and amaze me, every day.

[kingdaddydaichi]

can i request consensual hate sex between bakugou and f!reader

Oooooh yassssss! This idea got better and better the more I thought about it, Nonny. Love it! I hope you enjoy this naughty little slice of grudge fuck pie. 💖

Riding The Fine Line 💥 Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader 💥 NSFW

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT or I'll have my Big Scary BoomBoom Man blow your little ass up!

Word Count: 2k

"Oi! Who picked this shitty restaurant anyway?", Bakugou sneered as he walked towards the table.

You rolled your eyes and mumbled, "Oh look, Gorilla Man is here".

"Watch it, shitty girl. M'not in the mood for your shit tonight".

You'd made plans earlier in the week to meet Kiri and Mina for dinner. You knew Bakugou had been invited too, but after having suffered through it so many times over the past year or so of having some friends in common, you somehow managed to tolerate his presence. It helped that the drink you'd been sipping on made him somewhat less intolerable than usual.

It was like nails down a chalkboard every time Bakugou reared his big dumb head. His only redeeming quality was that he was quite easy on the eyes. Shame that such a hot guy is also such a huge asshole.

He's always given everyone a hard time, but unlike most people, you just wave a dismissive hand at him. And it makes him crazy. He doesn’t understand why he doesn’t get under your skin like he so easily does others. Oh, he annoys the piss out of you to be sure, but he doesn't hurt your feelings per se.

"Y'know, for such a massive ego yours sure is delicate, you meat head".

"Oh yeah? Well, for such a massive ass yours s-"

"God, Bakugou, do you ever just shut up?", you snipped.

Kiri and Mina both jumped in, laughing nervously and smoothing things over to lower the tension. He growled at you. You flipped him a subtle bird before looking away and trying to ignore him.

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Kiri's birthday was approaching and several of his friends decided to throw him a surprise birthday party. You, Denki, Mina, and ugh, as luck would have it, Bakugou, were are all put in charge of decorating his house while some other friends took him out for dinner. Midway through, Mina whined while sorting through various sacks, "Oh no! We forgot the disposable rainbow shot glasses!" Mina had a way of putting a cute touch on everything she had her hands in. Denki offered to go with Mina to procure the missing miniature party cups, leaving you and Bakugou alone to hang streamers in Kiri's living room. Probably not the wisest of decisions, but consider the source. 👀

It didn't take long after they were gone for Bakugou to start in on you with his bullshit. Only this time no one was around to referee. You groaned. This was going to be a free for all. You'd already both cut eyes at each other a couple of times.

"You're not doing it right, dumbass!"

"That's a matter of opinion and you can shove yours up your ass, dumbass".

He flipped you off saying, "You can shove this up your ass!", then turned back to his task.

You were so done. Without thinking, you reared back and hurled the roll of streamers as hard as you could, nailing him right in the back of the head. Damn, it felt good.

He whipped around, a vein popping out of his forehead, clenching his teeth. You were quite proud of your aim until he made little explosions in his free hand and said, "You're really pushing your luck with me, woman! If we weren't in Kiri's house right now I'd blast you right through that fucking wall!"

"Pfft, whatever! You wouldn't do shit. You're all bark and no bite, you fucking douche canoe!"

"You ever stop to think that maybe if you weren't such a bitch guys might actually want to talk to you?"

That did it. He'd finally found one of your hot buttons and you couldn't take his shit anymore. You marched right up to him and got right up in his face, height difference be damned.

"You know what, fuck you, Bakugou! I'm not normally like this! You're the only person who…drives me to this madness!", you spat with tears in your eyes.

A second later, his hands were on either side of your face, crashing his lips down onto yours. You were so shocked you froze before pulling away from him, staring at him in astonishment. He just stood there, huffing, glaring back at you, waiting.

You stepped forward and pushed him, his back hitting the wall, hard. But before he could protest, your lips were on his again. He grabbed you by your arms and spun you around, pinning you against the wall. You slipped your tongue past your open mouth, his meeting yours halfway as he pushed his knee between your legs. He pressed his thigh against your sex, shoving his growing cock against your thigh in the process.

Taking the bottom of his shirt into two fistfuls, you eagerly pushed it up to his chest, exposing his washboard abs and god-like pecs. He quickly pulled it over his head and threw it to the floor while your shaky hands got busy with his belt and zipper, urgently, like you couldn't get to him soon enough. But his will took over when he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head so he could peel your shirt off. He dipped down to take a mouthful of your tit, cupping what he couldn't fit in his rough hand, swirling his tongue around your nipple, sucking, then releasing you from the inside of his mouth to flick the tip of his tongue over your pink nub. You grabbed two handfuls of his ash blond locks and arched your back off the wall as he gave your other breast the same treatment.

You impatiently tugged on his hair, hungry for the taste of his sweet lips again. Your tongues once again fought for dominance and you gasped when he picked you up in one swift movement. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to Kiri's bedroom, swinging the door shut behind him before slamming your back against it.

"Put me down", you said forcefully.

He stopped sucking on your neck long enough to rasp, "And why the fuck should I?"

"Because I want to get into your fucking pants, asshole".

For once you two agreed on something and with your feet back on the floor, you got back to work on his pants before reaching in and wrapping your hand around his hot dick. Shit, you could barely get your fingers all the way around it, it was so thick. You stroked him a couple of times before pulling him out, exposing his manhood in all of its mouth-watering glory.

He ran his hand down his sculpted stomach, spreading his fingers to either side of his girth. "Like what you see?" You realized you were staring at his dick and the pre that dripped from it.

"Wouldn't you like to know?", you sassed.

He growled and spun you around, pushing your front against the wall and swiftly closing in behind you. Wisps of your (color) hair fluttered around his hot breath as he breathed down your neck. "You keep on tryin' to hide it, but you want me just as much as I want you, princess, and I'm gonna make an honest girl outta ya".

His battle-hardened hands found their way down your back, around your waist and all the way to your belly before he slid them down, his fingers reaching below your waistband. You willed him to push his hands further down, pressing your backside against his erection. He used one deft hand to unbutton your pants and work your zipper down, granting himself better access. When he mercifully slipped his middle finger between your folds, you couldn't choke back the moan that emerged from the back of your throat.

"Damn", he growled behind your ear, "for someone who can't stand me, your pussy sure is wet for me".

"Shut up", you gritted through your teeth.

The feeling of the rough pad of his finger teasing your swollen clit nearly sent you over the edge. But it was short-lived and you whined when he pulled his hand away to shove your pants down around your ankles, accompanied by your damp panties. Your hands slid down the wall as he yanked your ass back towards him. You hung your head and watched the head of his cock as Bakugou fucked your thighs, back and forth over your slit, coating his fat cock with your slick, readying himself.

When he began pushing into you, your legs shook from the sheer pressure as he slowly filled you up. When he bottomed out, he held himself still, at least considerate enough to give you time to adjust to his size. He waited until you started grinding against him before grabbing your hips, and slowly withdrawing.

"Now let's see if I can fuck all that hate for me out of you". Before you could retort, he slammed his cock back into you, your pitiful cry mixed with his loud groan echoing off the walls of Kiri's bedroom. He set his pace, steady and hard, the cold buckle of his open belt pressing into your skin with every crash of his hips.

"Yeah, who knows? Maybe if you'd get your dick wet every once in a while you wouldn't act like one", you quipped, voice faltering as he pounded into you.

He slowed his pace to bend over you, pushing your hair out of the way before biting down on the nape of your neck.

"Oww!! What the fuck?!"

He stood up straight again, laughing and said, "All bark and no bite, hah? You just hadn't pushed me far enough yet!" The sweet and salty mixture of his sweat and your need could be heard with every loud slap of his skin against yours.

"Fuck! Bakugou-", you whined in spite of yourself.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and gave it a firm tug. "When're ya gonna stop callin' me by m'last name and call me Katsuki instead?"

"When you stop acting like a raging asshole towards me", you managed as he fucked the breath out of you.

"Brave words for someone in such a compromising position. Now - say - my - fucking - name!". Each word came with its very own plunge of his cock into your mess of a cunt.

Your legs started to give out. "Katsuki!" You hadn't meant to obey him, but he'd kept his word and made you honest.

"That's better". You could hear the smirk in his voice after hearing his first name fall from your quivering lips.

You turned to face him when he pulled out, kissing him hard, his fingers going into your hair. You inched backwards onto the bed, Katsuki crawling in towards you with a primal look in his crimson eyes before nestling his thighs between yours and sheathing himself deep inside you again. Your head rolled back as you arched your back off the bed. Gods, the feeling of him filling you up was quickly becoming your new favorite sensation.

He nuzzled his face against your neck as he rutted into you, pulling your thigh up to his hip bone, raking his teeth against your skin. His breathing had become more labored and he started thrusting faster, your pleasure mounting with the increased friction of his pubic bone against your clit until rays of bliss shot out from every pore of your skin at the speed of light.

"K-ka-tsuki, I'm c-cumming hahh oh goddd!" The pulsating grip that you had on him finally sent him to his end as well, growling your name and cursing between clenched teeth, burying himself deep inside you as he unloaded rope after thick rope of his white hot cum into your snug, soft warmth.

"Seems Shitty Hair’s gonna get more than one surprise tonight", Katsuki said, catching his breath.

You laughed so hard that Katsuki hissed at the feeling of your walls squeezing his sensitive cock so soon after his orgasm.

"You still hate me?", he asked, brushing his lips against yours, supporting his weight with his elbows.

"Hmm...that depends", you said thoughtfully, tracing the cut of his back muscles with your fingertips.

"On what?"

"On whether or not you'd still fuck me if I don't hate you".

He smirked. "I'd still hit it even if you love me", he whispered, showing his softer side as he kissed you, smiling.

[tomanpeach]

help me remember then help me forget – college au! draken x reader (part 2)

summary: you wake up the morning after a party and realize you might've had too much to drink. thankfully, draken is there to help you piece the night back together..

a/n: contains mentions of alcohol and drinking!! bit more ~suggestive~ in this part but kind of tame still! the next part is gonna keep me from getting into heaven though rip if you've been reading so far thank you so so much and enjoy the rest!!! <3

taglist: @trashmemebitch

(let me know if you'd like to be added!)

part 1

mikey had been right: your apartment wasn't far from draken's. glancing at the map on your phone, you decide to walk. you're grateful that it's a saturday morning and still early, because there's nobody around to see you sobbing and sniffling through the neighborhood. and it feels good to release it all. your pounding headache, the terrible queasiness in your stomach, and of course, the overwhelmingly embarrassment of having made such a colossal fool of yourself in front of draken.

you replay everything he told you over and over in your head, imagining every possible dumb thing you could have said or done. you couldn't believe you had actually thought you'd slept with him! you'd be lucky if he ever even spoke to you again after all this.

you wanted desperately to apologize again, apologize better. you wonder if you should talk to mikey and ask how best to repay his friend for putting up with the drunken bullshit of a stranger for an entire night. you should probably apologize to mikey, too, for good measure. part of you would rather just delete all your social media, change your name, and transfer to another university instead.

after some painkillers for the headache and a long, hot shower, you climb into your bed where you are determined to spend the rest of the day. as soon as you're comfortable, however, your phone buzzes. you have half a mind to ignore it but then it buzzes again. and again. and one more time. will this day never fucking end? you think, snatching the phone away from its charger and bringing it to your face. it's mikey. of course it's mikey.

mikey [8:33AM]: i feel like i got hit by a fuckin train

mikey [8:33AM]: are you good? you went so hard last night LMAO

mikey [8:33AM]: did you get home ok?

mikey [8:33AM]: oh wait kenchin walked you home right??

staring at the messages you wonder what draken will tell him about the night. has he already told him? they're best friends after all. or maybe he doesn't know anything yet. would it be better to tell him first? avoid some of the teasing? you really were sick of all that fucking teasing. whatever, let's get on with it.

y/n [8:34AM]: lmaooo same my head feels like it's gonna explode

y/n [8:34AM]: i blacked out last night :/ don't remember a single thing after playing bp

mikey [8:34AM]: shit no way!!! we had a lot of fun dude, sorry you don't remember it LMAO

y/n [8:34AM]: lol that's good. i was waaaayyyyy too fucked up though 💀

mikey [8:35AM]: kenchin told me you threw up :(

you groan loudly, breaking the silence in your room. of course draken had been in contact with mikey, that's the only reason the two of you had met in the first place. mikey probably already knew everything.

y/n [8:35AM]: yeah he told me, too. i literally don't remember anything but i'm sure i was so awful and messy i'm so fuckin embarrassed your friend had to babysit me

mikey [8:36AM]: noooo don't be! shit happens!! we all have our nights

y/n [8:36AM]: he told me the same thing... i still feel like shit tho :/

y/n [8:36AM]: can never show my face around your friends ever again lol

mikey [8:37AM]: LMAO come onnnn stop worrying dude it was fine

mikey [8:37AM]: wanna come get coffee with me?

y/n [8:37AM]: maybe later i'm moping

mikey [8:37AM]: 10??? at the place we went to by campus??

y/n [8:37AM]: ugh fine but i am Not changing out of sweats!! lmao

mikey [8:37AM]: if you don't, i won't either!! see you soon

you try to sleep for a little before meeting mikey but your brain won't turn off and soon it's time to leave. you keep your promise, arriving at the coffee shop near campus just after 10AM in sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt. mikey's already there, waiting at a table facing the door. he smiles when he sees you. he stands and gestures from your outfit to his own, an oversized grey sweater and his high school gym shorts. "we look how we feel, huh?"

he comes over to hug you, patting your back in hungover solidarity. you relax against his chest, the contact is already making you feel better than you had all day. you'd really gotten lucky befriending mikey, you think. he was a good soul. the two of you order coffees and return to the table he'd been at before. you start discussing the night before. mikey filled in some more details from the night, insisting you hadn't behaved anywhere near as poorly as you kept thinking.

"but draken said i begged to go home with him," you grimace, sipping your coffee. "that's so humiliating!"

"stop saying that!" mikey laughs. "he probably thought it was cute, dude!"

"why would anyone think that's cute, mikey??"

"i don't know! he said you were cute, maybe it was all cute to him."

you blink back at mikey. "shut up. he didn't."

mikey laughs, "you don't believe me? when you and hina went to the bathroom after beer pong and kenchin was like–" mikey puffs out his chest and lowers his voice to impersonate his best friend– "'hey, your friend is really cute... is she seeing anyone? are you guys hooking up or something?' and i told him you were single, you're welcome." you drop your head to the table and groan. "what?" mikey laughs at the reaction.

"mikey, this is so much worse! not only did i make a fool of myself in front of your cute friend but your cute friend was also thinking i was cute! i blew it!" "you didn't blow it, you're so fucking dramatic," he snorts, lifting his phone off the table when it starts to vibrate. "draken's prolly the least judgmental person i've ever met. hello?" you massage your temples while he takes the call, suddenly your headache is back. "no way!" mikey blurts, starting to laugh. "yeah, come on, i've got a table!" you raise an eyebrow at him and his lips press together, trying to hold back another laugh. he ends the call with a quick, "see you in a sec."

neither one of you moves as you stare each other down. "mikey," you finally say. he opens his mouth to reply when his eyes focus on something behind you. he gives a friendly wave and you turn to look over your shoulder. fuck me, you almost say it out loud. crossing the threshold into the cafe is draken.

your eyes meet for a second and you spin back to face mikey. "are you fucking kidding me?" you seethe, whisper yelling across the table at him. "he said he saw my car outside and asked if i was here," he raised his hands defensively. "i swear you're gonna be fine. stop being weird." "I LITERALLY WANT TO MELT INTO THE FLOOR." mikey rolls his eyes, chuckling at your bug-eyed panic.

you feel a looming presence behind you. "can i join you guys?" draken's deep voice sends a jolt of electricity through you. you pull out the chair next to him and smile politely. the smirk mikey gives you as draken sits down says, "you're doing great, sweetie." "did you order something?" you ask, hoping you don't sound like you're deeply uncomfortable and want to run out of the establishment.

"nah, not yet," draken leans back comfortably in his seat, glancing over at you with kind eyes.

"here, i got you," mikey stands unexpectedly. "you brought all that beer last night. latte or something?"

"ah, you don't have to do that. thanks, man." draken pats mikey's side appreciatively as he walks past him to the barista. your eyes follow mikey pleadingly as he leaves you alone at the table with draken.

the cafe isn't too crowded, but there are enough people there that there's a pleasant ambiance of conversation and activity. lots to pretend to focus on instead of making small talk or risking further embarrassment. you're glancing around at the other patrons when draken asks, "have you been here before?" you realize a beat too late that he's talking to you. you meet his eyes and nod, "mikey and i usually come here after our lit class. you?" "nah, i don't take lit," he deadpans. you stare at him for a long moment before he breaks into a smile and you both laugh at the dumb joke. the atmosphere between you two feels suddenly softer, more relaxed. he must have sensed how you were feeling when he sat down. you were grateful for his instinct to lighten the mood.

there's a minor commotion and you hear mikey laughing delightedly. you both look over. the barista making draken's drink is doing the absolute most. he’s flicking his wrist, moving his entire body, making a show of pouring the milk for the latte. he makes sure mikey's watching as he finishes it off with a heart design in the foam. draken lets a laugh slip out. “i fucking hate baristas who act like their coffee is performance art...” you mutter quietly and draken snorts out another laugh.

“would your ex do shit like that?”

you aren't sure how to react. the question makes you feel like he's thrown a bucket of cold water in your face. looking at draken's face, though, there's not a hint of cruelty to be found. he isn't teasing, he was really just asking. you try to respond, "uh." strong start. "yeah. he would. it always annoyed the fuck out of me. he thought it was so cool, too." draken smirks, nodding at the answer like he'd expected it.

"sorry, how did you know that?" you ask. "you told me your ex was a barista," he's watching you carefully now, looking for any indication that you might remember the conversation in question. "that, and that he's a piece of shit." you let out a laugh and he seems relieved at your reaction. "i don't remember telling you about him," you say. "but yeah, he is a piece of shit. and a barista."

you suddenly think to ask draken what else you disclosed about your ex. the possibilities make you feel a little panicky. but mikey returns with draken's coffee and the time to ask follow up questions is decidedly over. the three of you have a surprisingly pleasant time together drinking coffee and chatting. how normal and even friendly draken is being to you has your embarrassment melting away. having mikey as a buffer helps, too. and even when draken and mikey start to talk about matters or people you didn't know, you're happy to just listen to them chat. you're beginning to understand why you'd stuck around with them at the party even after hina had left.

when mikey gets up to grab a napkin, draken leans forward in his seat a bit, "i just remembered that i have your clothes at my place. i threw them in the wash last night after... you know." your stomach twists at the mention of last night. "right," you manage. "and i have the clothes you lent me, too." "i'll be on campus on monday. we can do a trade then." mikey returns and dabs at the coffee he'd dripped onto the table. "sure," you nod. "i only have two classes monday." "i'll be in the shop all day, do you know where that is?"

“shop? like wood shop?” you ask, a bit confused. the corner of draken’s mouth lifts in a smirk. mikey laughs, “no, an auto shop. It’s for the mechanic students. ken fixes bikes, though.” “bikes?” you look to draken who just nods, seemingly content letting mikey speak for him. you were starting to understand their dynamic a bit better now. “and not bike bikes, but like, motorcycles.”

“wow, that’s awesome!” you blurt. “i don’t know anything about… well, anything mechanical at all.”

“i'll show you around when you come grab your things if you want,” draken offers, his low voice even and casual. "sounds cool!" you find yourself nodding excitedly, ignoring the voice in your head that's wondering why you're suddenly so passionate about motorcycle repair...

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when monday rolls around you can barely focus during your classes. you're jittery with both nerves and excitement about seeing draken. his clothes have been washed, dried, and neatly folded, and are sitting in a plastic grocery bag in your backpack. not to mention that the question of why you'd been discussing your ex with draken has been lingering in the back of your mind since saturday. you tell yourself that this might be a good time to ask him about it. as your second class ends, you set out for the shop, calling mikey up for directions. he uses coffee shops and weird looking trees as landmarks, but eventually, you make it there. the shop is nestled between one of the university's parking lots and the building where the mechanical classes were held.

the smell of motor oil and gasoline are overwhelming. the sharp whirring of a drill somewhere in the massive garage makes you jump. you narrowly miss being knocked down by two guys carrying tires. as you apologize for being in the way, you also ask if they know draken. "go all the way down this path, hang a left and he'll be at the end," one of them tells you. "thanks!" you smile appreciatively. when the guys think you're out of earshot you hear one of them whisper, "yo, is that draken's girl? she's fuckin' hot." you absolutely let the compliment go to your head, strutting confidently through the repair shop.

exactly where you'd been directed, you find draken. he's seated on a low stool in front of a raised platform, intently working on a bright red motorcycle with what you're 75% sure is a wrench in his hand. the angle he's sitting at gives you a clear look at the dragon tattoo that adorns his temple. god, he's so fucking cool, you think briefly. "hey!" you finally manage, feeling guilty disturbing him when he looks so in the zone. he turns to you and flashes a quick smile, "hey, you find this place okay?"

"yep. i called mikey. he gave very weird yet accurate directions."

"he said it's by the penis tree, didn't he?"

you let out a laugh, nodding hard, "you know him pretty well, huh?" draken smiles again, "unfortunately."

you slide your backpack off your shoulders and pull out the bag of his clothes, "i brought these! thank you again for them." "no problem," he says sincerely. "i've got your stuff on the workbench right there. my hands are just pretty gross right now–" he shows you the black grease stains smeared on his palms. you see a shopping bag on the counter across from him and go over to grab it. you shove the clothes into your backpack and look back to see that draken's returned to his work. it's quiet at this end of the shop and he seems quite at peace.

"i promised you a tour," his rumbling voice brings you back from your thoughts. "i've just gotta get two more of these screws in and i'll be done." "take your time! i'm the one barging in on your work." his lips draw into a smile at your words. you walk around the area he's working in, observing the endless rows of parts, tools, and manuals. in the corner there are three more bikes in various states of being taken apart. you return to draken's side as his phone starts to vibrate in his toolbox beside him.

he answers the call, putting it on speaker so his hands are free to continue his work. “hello?”

“kenny,” it’s a man’s voice. you try desperately to hold in your smile. “i know you’re busy with your studies today but we’re out of paper towels and microwave noodles. do you have any time this afternoon to help me out? it’s a busy day, i won’t be able to go myself.” “towels and ramen. yeah, got it.” “thank you, kenny, you know how much it means to us. see you later.” “see you.” he hits the end call button with his knuckle to avoid touching his phone with grease covered hands.

draken can feel your eyes burning holes into him but he doesn’t stop what he’s doing. “he’s like my old man,” he explains finally, answering the question without making you ask it. “took me in when i was a kid.” “he called you kenny,” you smile, holding in a giggle. draken finally turns to look at you. “it’s sweet,” you struggle to hold his gaze, his stare too piercing. he exhales softly, almost a laugh, “it is pretty sweet. i actually like it, too.” “you like kenny?” you gush. “can i-"

“we’ll see.”

“you don’t know what i was gonna say!”

“i do know, and my answer is we’ll see.”

you let your head fall back as you laugh. it startles you to think about the humor, the kindness, the heart of this boy. the draken you've gotten to know better over the last few days is so interesting and multifaceted, layer upon layer of personality and intrigue. you turn away slightly when you worry your train of thought has gotten you blushing. you’d almost forgotten the heart racing giddiness of having a crush. a crush. you finally let yourself admit it.

you decide to squat down next to draken’s work bench to get to his eye level and see what he’s working on. he looks at you out of the corner of his eye. he clears his throat and jumps into an explanation, “i’m putting these—“ he holds up a box of shiny silver screws. “into here.” he runs one long finger over some holes in the metal frame of the bike. you grin when he glances at you over his shoulder, realizing he's checking if you’re watching or not. “very cool,” you patronize, teasing him. he gives you a gentle shove and you lose the balance of your squat, nearly tipping over onto the floor. he snorts, smirking at you sideways before moving on to the next screw.

“i can’t believe you’d push a girl,” you get back up to your feet, standing over him. “i really misjudged you.” with a dramatic eye roll he reaches up and takes your hand. in one quick motion he’s tugged you down so your face is just in front of his. he cups your cheek in one large hand. “are you alright?” he asks, feigning sympathy. “did i hurt you?”

you aren’t sure what comes over you next. maybe it’s the fumes from the oil and gas, or the way draken’s dark eyes are dancing with mischief from the banter, but you can’t stop yourself. one second draken is teasing you, and the next, you're leaning forward to close the gap between you until your lips press to his. you pull away, shocked by your own behavior, but draken's hand holds your head and pulls you back to him. you allow his tongue to part your lips and slide into your mouth. he tastes like coffee and mint and something uniquely him and it makes you hungry for more. he rises from his stool, keeping your moving lips connected as he stands up. his massive frame curves around you, as he pulls you into his arms. you pull back again, but only for a gulp of air before crashing your lips to his again. his large hands grip your waist and he lifts you easily onto the countertop.

at his eye level, he no longer has to bend. he stands between your legs and tugs you to the very edge of the counter so you're pressed right up against his hard body. his mouth moves greedily down to your neck and across your collarbone. you whimper when he sucks a mark onto your throat, soothing the pain with a pass of his tongue. his hands come up to rest over your breasts, kneading them gently. his lips have migrated to the other side of his neck but you've been 10 seconds too long without kissing him. you wrap your arms around his neck, "hey...kiss me" your voice comes out in much more of a desperate whine than you intend, but you could care less once you see the smug smile it earns from draken.

"ask me that again," he says. he cradles your face in one hand, thumb brushing over your lower lip.

"kiss. me. please."

"i've been wanting to kiss you since the first moment i met you."

"so kiss me, asshole!"

"watch it," he says, but laughs hard and leans in anyway, letting the last chuckle out against your lips. your brain feels like it's short circuiting as the two of you kiss frantically, hands in hair, against skin, tugging on clothes. it feels like your body is filled with electricity. you're flushed and panting when draken pauses for a breath.

"i'm tellin you," he begins, touching your cheek and looking at you in disbelief. "i've been wanting to do that since the fuckin party." "you said that already," you giggle, reaching up to take his hand from your face and hold it in your own. “listen,” he holds your gaze as he reaches up to rub the back of his neck. “i’m not great with this kind of stuff. i'm sure mikey’s already told you that i think you’re really cute, he’s got a huge fuckin mouth, that kid.” you chuckle, but feel your cheeks heating up. “and i know you don’t remember the night we met but we were together that whole night. we talked so much. so much. and i really enjoyed it. so, uh… i guess i’m asking if you'd wanna go out sometime?"

"yeah," you can't contain the goofy smile that takes over your face. "i'd really like that." "cool," he tries to assume his cool guy persona again, clearing his throat. "that, yeah, that sounds good. after the party, i feel like we have a lot of getting to know each other to do again." "sorry," you wince. "i'm sure we had great talks. sorry to waste them." "not a waste," he patted your thigh. "you'll have to let me know what i've already told you. so you don't have to sit through all my shit twice," you hop off the counter. he bends to kiss you once more before stepping aside so you can grab your bag. "i don't mind hearing it again," he leans on the counter, watching you.

"you know, actually, i've been really wanting to ask you," you cross your arms over your chest nervously. "what exactly did i tell you about my ex?"

part 3 (last part!)

[joheunsaram]

platonically in love (ksj)

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Summary- “We can’t be platonically in love...” 

A little sequel to platonic because @ressjeon wanted it hehe.

word count -  1.8k

pairing- fwb!Seokjin x Reader

rating- PG-15

genre- fluff, fwb2lovers, bff2l

warnings- none! (I am an idiot and left the warnings from the original pwp on haha sorry friends 😅😅)

a.n- Well guess what... my self indulgent bullshit turned into more self indulgent bullshit ayoooo 🤪 special thanks to @ressjeon, @moccahobi, and @agustdjoon​ for their guest appearance as the gang’s girlfriends hehehehe

A big warm thank you to @hobiandsprite, @sugasbabiie and @taegularities for beta reading! ily guys 💕 also almost forget but thank you @casuallyimagining​ for the perfect seokjin pic for the banner 🥺

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You could hear the chirps of the tiny birds resting on your window sill as you opened your eyes, the morning chill warded off by Seokjin’s warm body wrapped around you, his face nuzzling the crook of your neck. You smiled, relishing the moment before opening your eyes, the hazy early sun greeting your eyes as it bathed your room in a soft glow from the drapes you had left undrawn the night before.

Yawning contentedly, you loosened his grip around you to sit up, only for him to cling onto your legs, humming as he snuggled his face into your hip. Mornings were his favourite. He savoured the quiet times he could lose himself next to you, tethering between consciousness as your scent engulfed him. No matter how many times he had woken up next to you, it never got old for Seokjin.

You reached for your phone on your bedside table, starting your routine of checking your notifications as your fingers aimlessly caressed Seokjin’s bare back, making him smile as he placed a little kiss on your hip. You had never felt more comfortable as you scrolled through social media, liking your friends’ adventures from over the weekend.

👹 Clown Posse 👺

Jungkook: couple brunch? 🤪 yan wants to get waffles Alyanna: and mimosas! 🤧 Jimin: Thought you’d never ask! 💕 Jungkook: no whores allowed 💕 Jimin: That is discrimation. 🤬 Yoongi: I’m down. Nita is too. Jungkook: sweet! hobi and lil? jin and yn? Taehyung: this is so fucking dumb! Taehyung: WHY CAN’T I COME? Taehyung: i never expected this from you jk 😔 love has changed you  Lillia: its cause last time you hit on a waitress and we had to pay like 35% tip to make up for your ass 🙄 Lillia: count us in jk Jungkook: dope. yn?  Jungkook: hurry up and answer!  Jungkook: im gonna add you two to the resos anyway. Taehyung: u guys are srsly gonna go without us????? Jimin: its okay tae let the losers go to brunch 😴 wake up joon we going to hooters Taehyung: fuck yeah! i love you mr parkkkkkkkkk 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 Jimin changed the group name to JUNGKOOKS A SIMP Yoongi: Oh? New couple alert? YN: lol why are seokjin and i part of couple brunch? YN: also wtf is couple brunch? Jungkook: ha hilarious 🤡 summer lane at 11

Your brows furrowed in confusion at Jungkook’s response, your hand pausing where it was running through Seokjin’s hair as you tried to parse through the bizarre conversation. Next to you, Seokjin groaned, his hand on top of yours as he tried to coax you back into stroking his scalp. You instead opted to smack him, making him whine as he pulled away from you, looking up at you groggily.

“Seokjin, wake up!” you demanded, shoving your phone into his face, so he could familiarize himself with your friends’ musings this morning. He pinched your thigh in rebelion, earning another swat from you before leaning up on one elbow and reading the chat from your phone, squinting at the abnormally bright screen. He wondered how your eyesight was still intact.

“It’s at eleven!” he whined, falling back onto the pillows, rubbing his face with both hands. “We have like two hours!”

“What? Not that!” you exclaimed, hitting him once again on the stomach, the skin on skin contact making a satisfying smack. 

“Stop hitting me!” he groaned, finally sitting up, his dark hair sticking up in odd angles around his head, and you had to stop yourself from cooing at his sleepy state. 

“Why do they think we’re a couple?” You turned to face him, arms crossed with a scowl on your face and Seokjin rolled his eyes at your antics.

“Because we are… Did you hit your head?” he asked condescendingly, a small smile puffing his cheeks as he patted you on top of your head. You shoved his hand away, glaring at him.

“Since when?”

“Like six months ago? Are you serious?” Seokjin couldn’t believe he was dealing with just a dumb argument right after waking up, his brows furrowed in irk as he crossed his arms. Were you just trying to get some angry sex? He wanted to go back to cuddling. Although, he wouldn’t mind some sex right now. The way his shirt molded to your breasts was enough to get him going.

“Am I serious? Are you serious?” you asked, flabbergasted, pulling his attention away from your chest to your face, just in time for him to see you roll your eyes. 

“How do you not know we’ve been dating for six months?! We live together!” Seokjin moved his hands as he spoke, fully exasperated at his girlfriend’s early morning senseless interrogation.

“We do not live together!” you argued, mirroring Seokjin’s aggravation as you fully turned to face him.

“When’s the last time you went back to your apartment?” he asked, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

“That is not the point!” you yelled, lifting your hand to smack him again, only for Seokjin to catch your wrist before you could reach him.

“Careful baby, you don’t want me to punish you now, do you?” he said with fiery eyes as his grip tightened, and his sudden dominant tone made you want to forget about a certain development in your relationship and let him spank you silly. But you were still too hung up on semantics to let your lust take over. Why did everyone think you were dating? You were just friends with benefits who just happened to hang out everyday in between having sex. 

“Seokjin,” you whined, prying your wrist from his grip. “When did we start dating?”

“After the cockwarming thing? Did you actually think this was still platonic?” Seokjin asked, finally realizing that you were in fact, very serious about not knowing that the two of you were dating. He thought it was pretty obvious. Friends did not just randomly kiss each other whenever the mood struck, or go on dates, or just cuddled when they slept.

“I mean… I don’t know…”

“Y/N, I took you to the best restaurant in the city for Valentines, I bring you flowers every time I go to the grocery store. We have matching rings for crying out loud!” He exasperated, grabbing your hands with his, the two platinum rings shining side by side in the morning sun. You stared at your intertwined hands in awe. Oh, so you were actually an idiot.

“I thought… I thought they were friendship rings…” You trailed off as Seokjin let go of your hands, falling on the bed with a defeated groan, hiding his face under a pillow. You felt the pieces finally falling into place, the way he always woke you up with a kiss, the way he picked you up from work every day despite it being fifteen minutes out of the way, and the way his eyes glimmered every time he looked at you, shining with adoration. You couldn’t believe you had been so blind.

You called his name, trying to pry the pillow off his face, but he hugged it tighter, refusing to let go. Burrowing into the covers, you laid on top of him, opting for a new strategy and burying your face under the pillow as well. His hands finally let the pillow go, resting on your lower back as he hugged you closer, and you sighed against his neck, making goosebumps erupt. He hated that you had this effect on him, hated that it was seemingly one-sided, even though he was sure it wasn’t. He didn’t think he needed to ask you to be his girlfriend, he didn’t think you wouldn’t be on the same page as him. You were always on the same wavelength; ten years of friendship had that effect.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your lips trailing on his neck as he tried to hide the way a blush seemed to blossom on his ears. He only grunted in response, a hand coming to remove the pillow from over your faces as he looked away in embarrassment, choosing to focus on the little birds nesting on his window than the way you felt, so soft and plush on top of him.

You moved up, resting on your forearms around his head, and you gently brought his face towards you, watching the way he pouted, not looking you in the eye. You chuckled at his grumpiness, kissing him gently, and he wrapped his arms around you tighter in response, deepening the kiss.

“In my defence, you never asked,” you joked, and he scowled in response.

“You could’ve asked,” he said petulantly, pinching your butt.

“I mean, I still thought we were platonic,” you giggled, but instead of the smile you expected, his face fell, looking away once again.

“We can’t be platonically in love, Y/N,” he said quietly, his hands falling away from you, but you were too busy focusing on not going into cardiac arrest. His words were like a chorus in your head, singing ethereally, a lump forming in your throat.

“We’re in… love?” you whispered, and Seokjin felt a weight on top of his chest. He hadn’t meant to just blurt it out. He had planned a romantic picnic with kimbap with extra pickled radish just the way you liked. He wanted to show you that you were it for him, the only one he would ever want, the only one he had ever wanted, but the shock on your face made his blood run cold, his confidence faltering.

“I am… aren’t you?” He turned his head, closing his eyes, wanting to delay the inevitable way you were going to break his heart.

“Yes,” you whispered, and the speed at which he looked at you probably rattled his brain. Perhaps that was the reason his eyes were starting to water, and his heart was trying to escape his chest. You smiled at his reaction, overwhelmed with an urge to coo at your usually guarded friend — well, boyfriend now, you supposed.

But before you could act on your desire to pinch his flushed cheeks, his hand was behind your neck, pulling your face to his and crashing your lips together in a flurry of tongue and teeth. Although the kiss started rough, it quickly melted into a gentle slurry, his tongue roaming yours, savouring your taste as if he hadn’t kissed you before. His hand moved down your spine, softly caressing your skin over your shirt as if stringing the strings on a guitar, your blood thrumming to his melody. When he reached his other hand on your hip, he flipped you over, hovering over you, and finally breaking your kiss.

“I can’t believe you thought we were platonic while literally being in love with me,” he huffed, still annoyed but still kissing your cheek at the sheepish look you gave him in return. You recovered quickly, cupping his face as you gazed into his eyes, finally realizing that the way they softened was indeed him looking at you with love.

“I love you, Seokjin,” you murmured, enjoying the grin that pulled his plush lips apart, puffing his cheeks and scrunching his eyes.

“And I love you, Y/N,” he replied, kissing you once again, never wanting to stop.

Needless to say, you both were late to couples brunch.

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[theepisceswriter]

Jjk dudes promising just the tip but breaking it like 2 seconds later please!

Bestie I know you wanted multiple JJK characters, and I’ll probably still give it you, but I had something similar to this in my notes with Toji, so I decided to make a little ficlet with him instead surrounding this idea....kinda.

Synopsis: Your toxic baby daddy Toji hits you up after not being heard from for months with that smirk on his face that you just can’t resist.

TW: Dub con might apply here but I did my best to make reader aware that Toji was 99.99% lying abt just the tip and knew abt his intentions from the start, but I guess you can interpret it how you want, fembodied!reader, Toji is a trigger warning on his own, manipulation, implied that you have a child together, pregnancy mention briefly, breeding kink, toxic relationship, 18+, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.7k

Your heart dropped to your stomach when you flipped your phone over to see ‘TOJI WOJI 🥺🧸🥰....is FaceTiming you.’ Whatever he was calling for couldn’t have been important or even worth your time listening to at all. It was edging on 12 am in the morning, the ungodly hours of the night where sin ran rampant and thoughts became loud as the world around you silenced, a concoction of emotions that meant nothing good. Especially when the last time you received a phone call from him this late it resulted in a booty call that led to you pregnant with a child that Toji barely came to see. Still, you found your thumb lingering over the green answer button and faintly tapping on it, hoping that it wouldn’t go through, but instead, you were met with the sight of Toji. The raven locks on his hair poking out like always, the same old scar over his lip, and the same basic black tee decorating his body. He looked exactly the same as you had last seen him except the outside lights of the world illuminated his face as he appeared to be in what you assumed was the driver’s seat of his car. You felt your heart clench in your chest, memories of your relationship before he up and dipped on you clouding your mind to the point where you were damn near in tears wondering why it had to end so abruptly; why he left you the way he did. But those tears were soon pushed back by with an anger that had you ready to hang up in his face. You were so conflicted when it came to him, always had been.

“What do you want Toji?”

“You. I miss you, y/n. I’ve been thinking a lot about you and our family.” God, here he went with this bullshit again. Just when you thought the cycle was over he always popped up again, little white lies about missing you and his child so he could find solace in your bed for a week or two before dipping like he always did. Apparently, he wanted to come in and talk things out, just talk and try to redeem your relationship. You knew he was just telling you everything you wanted to hear with an ulterior motive behind his words, but you couldn’t resist that grin on his lips and the compliments of how nice you looked even in your nightclothes.

He was too good at this because the next thing you knew he was sitting on the couch in your living room with his legs manspreading out and trying to inch his way closer to where you sat on the opposite end. Your arms crossed and staring daggers into him while all he did was look at you as fondly as he could, as if he were genuinely envisioning a future with you and the child he left you within this moment.

“What the fuck do you really want Toji?” Your voice had a bite to it that left him smirking at your attitude and digging deeper into his mind to pull out lines he knew you wanted to hear, lines he knew would get him that satisfactory ending of you giving into his sweet talk and bold advances as he scooted a couple of inches closer to you. So close that his hand was able to rest on the part of your left thigh that the shorts you were wearing left exposed, gently kneading the area with his palm.

“You know you look good right?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes ready to push his hand off of you but his other hand blocked you from doing so, bringing both of your arms over your head and adjusting the two of you so that you were now smushed between him and the cushioning of the couch. As mad as you wanted to be at him you just couldn’t. He had indestructible shackles placed over your heart that tugged with each time he forced himself back into your life just like how they were now.

Flashbacks of the night you got pregnant suddenly came flashing before your eyes. The vivid imagery of the way he had your legs folded to the point where your ankles were by your ears as he pounded into you ruthlessly from above, hand around your neck tightening your airways and making tears form in your eyes. Blissed dazed out in a space that was too similar to subspace, too out of it to even respond to the “I’m going to fuck a baby into you and how ever many I want after that. Use you like the slut you are and breed you so good.” That had left his lips at that moment. 

Which is exactly what he did and here he was again, the two of you in the very same spot shimmied out of your clothes, and him ready to fuck a baby into you again once more.

“I just want you.” When he says it like that, voice soft and laced with what you hope to be some form of honesty, it’s easy to pretend like this is okay in a relationship—if that’s what you could even call this. That if you squinted your eyes hard enough and looked past Toji’s flaws that all this pain and suffering he put you through in the end would be worth it. Your feelings changing for him with each entrance and exit he made in your life. Always wondering what the two of you could’ve been if he was a better man. You had to be soulmates, there was no other explanation for why you kept coming back to each other. At least not any logical one that you could think of.

All the logical thinking left your mind the moment he pressed his lips to yours, those oh so soft lips that you missed and craved badly on nights when other men’s lips couldn’t contort to yours the way that he did.

This is exactly what he wanted—his gentle caresses and touch to distract you from the real reason why he was here. Which was only to use your body how he wanted before he went on with his life, not thinking about you again until he got horny once more. And it was the touch of his cold hands against your skin, working its way up to grope at your enlarged breast, that brought you back to this realization. Lips moving off of his immediately and backing up against the arm of the couch. Your lips opened in protest, only to be cut off by him speaking up first.

“You don’t understand how much I’ve missed your touch—your body. Do you know how much gorgeous you’ve become with a post-pregnancy body? Just looking at you is driving me crazy.” He continues on with his compliments. Each one hitting you straight into your heart and going up to your head to shush those thoughts that scream at you to not fall for his trap, but instead, you fell right into it. Allowing his to resume his position on top of you.

“We don’t even have to do much. Just the tip, I promise. I just miss the feeling of you around me so much.” It’s the first time this whole night that you were able to recognize one of his lies as just that, a bold-faced lie. You knew how he got when he was in the mood, how dark and clouded his mind got with lust to the point where he was a whole different Toji. But you let him believe that you believed that, a small okay leaving your lips along with a nod as you accepted his lips on yours once more; his tongue slipping past your lips to find yours, gently sucking on it and letting out a light moan at the familiarity of it. He didn’t even have to use his hands to guide his cock to your entrance because he was just that big, breaking away from the kiss to look at where the two of you connected and using his hips to guide his erect tip inside of the warmth of your cunt. For a minute, maybe even less, he kept his “promise” of inserting only his tip, but the feeling of your walls gripping on only the tip of his cock was enough for him to go crazy. Something on the verge of a whimper and a moan leaving his lips. He needed more of you and he was going to have more of you. Disregarding his promise like you predicted, he ruthlessly bucked his hips up against yours, his whole length entering you with ease from the build-up of your arousal that had taken the physical form of wetness.

“Pussy so wet just for me that you swallowed me whole.” He tried to pin it on you and if you weren’t stuffed to the brim with him right now maybe you would’ve rolled your eyes and told him how dumb he sounded, but you went along with it. He didn’t even give you time to adjust to him because even after months without touching each other he knew the pussy that he trained with constant fucking every week would remember his shape and form, adjusting your legs so they were folded up against your stomach and immediately getting to work.

“I might have to put another baby in you if this is what post-pregnancy pussy feels like. You feel so good and right around my cock, baby.”

Each thrust was like heaven on earth, his cock curved in just the right spots to his every sensitive area inside of you that left your toes curling and a faint white creamy line begin to form at the base of his cock. It had been so long since you’ve had a nice good fucking. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so full, so good to the point where tears formed around the edges of your eyes. No one, not even the toys you had spent $100’s on tucked away in your closet, came close to the affect that he had on your body.

He always knew just what to do and just what to say to have you crumbling underneath him. One of your favorite but also most disliked quality that he possessed.

[kirieshhhka003]

Jolyne and step sister s/o doing it👀

Pairing: Jolyne Kujo x fem! Reader

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: incest (not really, reader is Jolyne’s step sis), fingering, cunnylingus, squirting, language

My dear step sister

It’s a lovely Saturday morning, sunlight pours down through the uncurtained window, filling your room with warmth. Summer only begins and you can hear birds chirping outside

It was surprisingly quiet at home - TV almost never shuts up and there are always some noises come from the kitchen, but today - pure silence. You then remember your mom telling that she wanted to go outdoors with her friends and that she will come home late today

Your step dad - Jotaro - is out for his work, which is not a surprise. Actually, it’s a big nonsense when he is at home, but you prefer not to think much about that. But what about your step sister? She almost never shuts up, mumbling something quietly or bragging about some bullshit on the phone with her friends. She must be somewhere out, hanging out with Hermes or that weirdo Anasui

You’re laying on your belly, lazily flipping through the pages of fashion magazine your step sister got yesterday. A full crap. All outfits look gross, and you’re doing your best not to throw this shitty magazine out of the window. You close the journal and cast it aside, closing your eyes and letting out an irritated groan

The sound of soft footsteps echoes from the wall of the corridor and the next second door of your room opens, revealing pretty face of your step sister. A mischievous leer, that stretches her full lips, doesn’t go unnoticed and you can only take a deep breath, waiting for girl to tell you what she’s planned

- Y/n~, whatcha doing? - Jolyne drawls as she nears your bad, collapsing on top of the soft mattress a few centimeters from you. You raise your eyebrows for a little, watching intently at green-haired - she definitely comes up with some dumb shit

- Jolyne, if you’re bored and wanna задолбать me - please leave. I don’t wanna spend time on pointless fights with you. Moreover, I was sure that you’ve left, - you say meekly, feeling already tired of green-haired girl

- Hey, I’m not that mean! And yes, I wanted to go to Hermes’ place, but then I found out that mom left us all alone, if you know what I mean, - Jolyne replies with a wide smile and plays with her eyebrows. You already know what she wants from you

Jolyne shifts herself closer to you so her breasts bump against your shoulder, you can feel the fresh scent of Jolyne’s coconut shampoo

- I know what we can do to entertain ourselves for a few good hours, - she whispers sweetly in your ear, rubbing her nose agains your cheekbone. Ah, here it is

You feel Jolyne’s hand trailing down your back, following along the curves of your spine, stopping on your butt and squeezing soft flesh in her palm and then rubbing it slightly. You

- Hey, no. We did it two days ago, - you grab Kujo’s hand on your ass and pull it away from your body, giving girl a severe sight, seeing how pouty her chicks become

- So what? We can do it today as well too, - Jolyne cooes next to your ear, her mint breath tickles the skin of your cheek and girl shifts even closer to you, leaving faint kiss on your temple and slowly wrapping her lips around your earlobe, starting to mildly suck on it

An exhausted sigh leaves your lungs as you turn to the side, facing Jolyne’s relaxed form. You open your mouth to say something witty but you’re harshly interrupted by Jolyne’s persistent lips right on top of yours. You try to resent for a few seconds but quickly forget about your “anger” and give in a kiss, leaning forward to bump your chest into your sister’s bust

Kujo tangles her slender pale fingers in your hair, massaging your scalp and slightly tugging your locks. Soon Jolyne has you laying on your back, placing her legs on either side of you, grinding her crotch against your abdomen and whining quietly. You look up at her slim form and notice how Jolyne’s nipples perk up against the thin fabric of her home singlet. Thick saliva fills your mouth as you think of those precious little flesh buds - Jolyne’s tits are so sensitive, you can make her cum only by sucking on her breasts

Jolyne notices the way you stare at her chest and slowly - painfully so - tugs the hem of her singlet up, revealing her tits in all beauty. She’s already turned up - you can say that by the way her nipples have swollen for a little, waiting desperately for your touches. Girl again grinds against your stomach a few times, filthy moans slip past her lips, and she cups her own tits, punching and tugging her pink nipples

You exhale sharply through your nose and place your hands on sister’s ass, squeezing her buttocks and jiggling her pliable flesh in your palms. Jolyne arches her back and leans down to you, giving you a wet sloppy kiss. Your hands run up Kujo’s abdomen, caressing her sides fervently, and you notice little goosebumps rise on her bronze skin from your touch. You stop on her breasts, cupping them over with your warm palms and mold them enthusiastically

The next moment you have Jolyne pinned beneath you. Green-haired smirks up at you and splays her legs wide open, giving you full access to her sex, her eyes glimmer with lust. It doesn’t take long for you to take off her sporty shorts and throw them away, revealing Jolyne’s slicked pussy

- You don’t even have any underwear, whore. That desperate for me? - you can’t just pass up an opportunity to mock your step sister, leering at her mischievously. She rolls her eyes back in the head and clicks tongue irritated by your words, furrowing her pretty eyebrows in a frown expression

- Shut the fuck up and do what you’re supposed to, - now it’s your turn to roll your eyes and you solidly slap Jolyne’s thigh, so that the sharp sound of the smack rocks the space of your room. Your thumb rubs tightly against her swollen hooded clit, making green-haired moan filthily and bump her hips desperately into your hand

You lean down, leaving small trail of wet kisses on Jolyne’s neck, your free hand slides lower and lower from Kujo’s chest, making its way down to her crotch. She lets out a loud wanton moan as you shove your middle finger into her slicked throbbing pussy

Kujo reclines her head on soft pillows that lay on your bed, giving you more space of her neck to kiss. Her legs seize around you, pulling your form closer to herself as you slowly add second finger in her velvety warmth. Jolyne arches her back even more, gripping on bedsheets, as you cover one of her nipples with your mouth, licking and sucking on it

- Oh shit babe, just like that, - green-haired whispers hoarsely and snaps her hips into every thrust of your hand, her plushy cunny clamping around your digits. The movements of your hand are harsh and fast, you bump into Jolyne’s pussy as deep as you can, and when you see that your sister is on the brim of cumming, you pull your fingers out, making her cry out loudly:

- You fucker! Put that back in! - she shouts almost sobbing. Oh, how mad she is. A shiteating grin plasters across your face as you scoop Jolyne’s juices from her pussy and bring your slicked digits up to your mouth, licking them off

You crouch over Jolyne’s slit, facing her wet slicked pussy, you notice a small dribble of her juices leading to perineum, and you make a wide lick, starting from that sweet little spot and moving to her overstimulated clit. Green-haired girl runs her fingers through your hair, slightly tugging on it and pulling your face closer to her core

Your nimble tongue strokes Kujo’s hooded clit, as your hands caress her hips and tummy, sometimes gripping on her tits and tugging her nipples. Jolyne’s thighs straddle your head, not letting you pull away and almost suffocating on her pussy. You suck on her labia as you force three of your fingers deep down your sister’s fluttering hole. She squeals loudly at the sudden feeling of fullness, and completely loses control over herself as you start fucking her out with your hand

Your thrusts are just feral - you bury your fingers right to the hilt inside of Jolyne’s clenching heat, then pulling them out almost to the end. And the next moment everything repeats again. The suckle of green-haired pussy makes something flutter in your tummy, tickling your insides, your underwear is now completely dump. You pull one hand away from Jolyne’s body and shove it in under your panties, rubbing tight circles at your clit while moaning into Kujo’s pussy

You curve your fingers up inside of Jolyne, making her squirm beneath you. Her grip on your hair tightens as she almost fucks your face, with every deep thrust you stroke all the right places inside of your sister’s cunny, your tongue rubs firmly against her clit. You feel green-haired starting shaking, tight walls of her pussy clench around your digits as her hips start to buck into your face

Jolyne screams out your name as orgasm crushes over green-haired, filling her body with intense pleasure, making her beating in sweet cramps. Your sister squirts a few drops on your digits, soaking your bedsheets a little. You let Jolyne ride out her orgasm, making the last few deep thrusts, before pulling away from Kujo

You place a wet smack on green-haired’s bent knee, stroking her thighs idly. She whimpers under your touch, still trembling from recent orgasm. The expression in her face is totally debauched, Jolyne looks completely fucked out. You can bet that this is exactly what Anasui imagines while jerking off

You chuckle quietly at this thought and take your t-shirt off, this useless garment joins your sister’s clothes in the floor. You lean down on Jolyne for a droopy kiss while tugging the waist of your shirts together with underwear down. Your own cunny is dripping wet, and your sister should work real good to pay you for such a powerful orgasm

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[juletheghoul]

Oblivius Chapter 7

This is a CHONKY BOI. THE BACHELOR 'PARTY' IS HERE PEOPLE.

This is by far my longest chapter and I had most of it written before I even posted the second chapter of this story. Makes me SOOO happy how pumped all of you are to read this, it has taken over my life. Keep messaging! Keep sending me asks! 💖

Would love to do little drabbles, memories - anything to do with these two (except spoilers of course)

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Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: TW: INFIDELITY 👀 Angst, yearning, kissing, **18+ [no minors] SMUT** p in v (sex wrap it up) Oral, F & M receiving, language (Please let me know if I forget anything)

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Age 28:

“I just love her, I love her so much and there’s nothing I can do.” He was drunk and in a bad way.

“I know Fish, it’s tough from here but maybe when you get back you can talk to her.” He knew Pope was trying to make him feel better, but when he’d spoken to his mom earlier in the week and he’d heard that she was seeing someone- it had broken his heart.

He didn’t know what he’d been expecting - she’d never promised anything but he had this hope that she’d wait for him. That she’d be there to greet him with the love he’d always craved from her.

“She’s with someone else, I just want her to want me.” If he kept going down this road he was going to cry. He couldn’t cry here. Not in this bar and not when it was crawling with other soldiers.

“I think you should just talk to her when you get home, Fish - things might change when you see her again. Or do the grown up thing, and move on.” He looked at him, regret and heartbreak on his face.

“There’s no one like her.” He said it more to himself than Pope but he heard it all the same.

There was a pretty girl walking over to him now, a shy smile on her face.

“Hi - I’m Claudia - can I buy you a drink?” She wasn’t Spills, but she was very pretty.

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**Present Day**

The week leading up to the wedding was a blur. It simultaneously flew and crawled by. Schrodinger's week.

The dinner was coming up and with it a curious feeling was settling itself in your stomach. A strange mixture of desperation and acceptance. The acceptance told you that if Francis wanted to get married then you should keep your mouth shut and let him get on with his life.

The desperate, possessive part of you reminded you that he was your perfect match, that you shouldn’t let Claudia have him when he so obviously belonged to you. How would you accomplish that though? How could that be done without him hating you for ruining his wedding?

When you were sitting in the restaurant surrounded by the wedding party both those thoughts plagued you. They kept you quiet and pensive, present, but secluded within your own mind as they fought for dominance.

Benny sat next to you like always and you got the sense he was gearing up to make a move and you didn’t exactly know how to feel about it. Your mind was battling over that too.

Do I go out with him and try to get over Francis? Or do I turn him away, and keep pining over a soon to be married man? Choices.

Claudia was almost trembling with excitement, everything she said, everything she did was grating. It all irritated you and you felt the need to dampen her spirits. A malicious little part of you wanted to bring her down a peg. Maybe it was her attitude at the Bridal store. Maybe it was just plain old mean-spirited jealousy. With the dinner almost up, with the bachelor party still to come you couldn’t help it.

It was like a compulsion. The words crawled up your throat and the possessive, angry part of you had to spit them out.

“Oh my God Francis, remember our pact?” Your face was a mask of innocence - just reminiscing with an old friend.

Frankie’s expression changed then, from the same tentative joy he’d been wearing all night to something forced and fake.

“Barely.” His eyes were boring into you, the intensity seemed to be demanding you to shut up about it. While everyone else was still relaxed and unaware of the land mine you’d stepped on, you saw the look Pope was giving you, he knew.

“What pact?” Claudia asked with a breezy laugh.

“It’s silly really-” Frankie cut you off.

“It’s nothing, just bullshit we talked about when we were kids.” He tried to smooth it over with her but she didn’t like that. She sensed his hesitation and when Pope tried to engage them in conversation she challenged him.

“If it’s nothing, then Spills can tell me.” It was said with a bitter sweetness, she had seen through his avoidance and she wasn’t interested.

“Well, when we were in our early twenties - Francis and I decided to make a marriage pact.” You were smiling as though it was nothing and Claudia laughed along with you but you heard the edge in it. She wasn’t amused, and neither was Frankie.

“See honey? It was dumb. Just something dumb kids do when they don’t know any better.” He pulled her close but you could see the stiffness in the way she held herself. You didn’t expect his words to hurt you like that, and all of a sudden you regretted bringing it up.

What seemed like a good way to rile Frankie up was just a cruel little jab at a relationship that you didn’t belong in. A relationship that would go on despite you; in spite of you. You got quiet after that and you saw that he couldn’t bear to look at you.

The battle in your mind was over, and acceptance had won.

You quietly excused yourself to grab some fresh air, the shame at your ploy to ruin Claudia's night sat in your gut and you felt horrible. This wasn’t how you were raised, despite your feelings about her or Francis it was cruel to do this to her on the night before her wedding.

Fuck, now he’ll leave with her for sure. What have I done?

“Hey - thought I’d find you out here. You okay?” Benny had come out looking for you and you smiled at him.

“I’m okay - just needed a minute away you know?” He sat beside you and you tried to focus on him. On his handsome face, how tall he was. If you’d met him a few years ago you would have been all over him.

“Yeah I get that.” He scooted closer to you, until your legs touched and smiled at you. “Look, I know you’re close to Fish, but I’d really like to take you out.” He blurted out the words and you couldn’t help but let out a surprised oh!

He was smiling and he took your hand in his, he was looking at you intently now, making his move.

He was closing in and for a moment you forgot about your shame, about everything except Benny’s mouth. The kiss was soft, tentative. He was testing the waters with you and it was nice. His hand came up and rested on your face softly. Feather light touches on your cheek with the very tips of his fingers.

Objectively speaking, it was a lovely kiss, but it did nothing for you and he felt it.

“I’m sorry.” You rested your forehead on his and he sighed, the air moving the hair framing your face slightly.

“Don’t be, it was worth a shot.” he smiled sadly and you kissed him on the cheek. You both had your answer. The door slammed, breaking you out of your moment with Benny and you saw the back of Francis’ head as he stalked back inside.

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He wanted to get drunk. He wanted to punch Benny, he wanted to knock his teeth out. He wanted to walk out there, grab Spills by the back of the head and kiss her until she finally understood what she meant to him.

When they walked in together his guts twisted up with rage, it clawed its way up his throat and instead of lashing out he ordered three shots of liquor to burn it away. He drank them quickly, one after the other.

“You and me, outside. Now.” Pope was dragging him away and he wanted to fight but Claudia was asking him what was wrong and he didn’t have an answer for her. Not one she’d want to hear so he let Pope drag him outside. He could see Spills staring at him and he couldn’t look at her.

“What the fuck are you doing right now?” Pope spoke calmly, but his voice had an edge.

“Drinking. It’s my bachelor party, I’m supposed to get drunk aren’t I?” He was pacing, the rage making him restless.

“Why are you marrying Claudia?” Pope stared at him.

“What are you talking about?” The question stopped him in his tracks.

“Do you think that no one can see it? It’s painfully obvious that you’re nowhere near as in love with her as you should be. You’re hung up on Spills and she’s obviously hung up on you.” He was trying to speak calmly and Frankie was pissed off all over again.

“It doesn’t fucking matter how I feel about her - she’s out here with Benny and I’m getting married tomorrow.” He was spiraling.

How the fuck did I get here?

“She’s out here with Benny, because you’re supposed to be getting married tomorrow. If you want to continue with Claudia I’m not going to get in your way, but get your fucking shit together and control your emotions. Figure out what the fuck you want and remember that Benny isn’t your enemy.” He approached him and clapped his arms onto Frankies shoulders. “Fish, you have to figure out what you want here, make it work with Claudia or let her go - stop this living in between shit. It’s not fair to anyone.” Frankie shook out of his grip, too upset to see reason.

He knew he was wrong, he knew he had no right to react this way but it was too much for him. All the little moments he’d thought they’d shared - what had they meant?

What does it matter? You’re getting married, she isn’t.

He ignored her gaze when he approached their table, Claudia was approaching him.

“You okay babe?” She was approaching him with open arms and he embraced her. Eyes closed - trying to feel something other than anger. He focused on the smell of her hair, on the feeling of being buried into the crook of her neck. She sighed loudly and ran her fingers through his hair, soothing and smoothing it out. “It’s just pre-wedding jitters babe, tomorrow everything will be perfect and we’ll be married.” She was whispering into his ear and it was meant to be reassuring.

He felt nothing.

You’re not her. No matter what you do, you’ll never be her and I have to be okay with that.

“I’m okay babe - see you tomorrow.” He kissed her, really kissed her. Tried to muster up whatever he thought he felt for her before and she responded but it was useless. All he felt was anger; she pulled away smiling and said her goodbyes. He glanced at Spills and the look on her face made him feel ashamed.

“Let’s get fucked up.” He said it with a fake smile plastered on his face and everyone except Pope and Spills cheered.

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His hostility was astounding. He barely looked at you the whole night and you had a feeling it had to do with Benny’s kiss. You had to talk to him about it, a part of you hoped he’d be jealous and realize that you belonged together but maybe that was all in your head. Maybe he didn’t like his friends dating you, or you dating them but that didn’t make sense. Why would that bother him?

You’re the one getting married to someone else here, you dick.

Will and Benny were keeping up with him but as the night wore on everyone came to the realization that tomorrow would be a very long day if they didn’t quit now but Frankie wanted to keep the party going. He wasn’t belligerent, but he was being more aggressive than you’d ever seen. He told the boys that he wanted to continue drinking when they all got back to his house and they agreed but when you all got there it was obvious that Benny and Will were down for the count.

“I’m going to get these two into bed, can you make sure he’s okay and that he doesn’t get too fucked up?” Pope was herding the brothers into the basement where they’d been staying. He gave you a curious look then, a narrowing of the eyes that screamed talk to him.

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When you walked into his old bedroom he was sitting on his bed, bottle of alcohol to his lips and you’d had enough.

“Francis that’s enough, you’ve had too much and you’re going to be sick.” You were trying to take the bottle away from him but he was stronger than you and he was in a foul mood.

“You don’t get to do that, you don’t get to pull that shit and then baby me.” His tone was vicious and you pulled back.

“I’m not trying to baby you, you asshole- I'm trying to make sure you’re not hungover for your wedding tomorrow.” He scoffed loudly at your words. “You got something to say Francisco?” You were angry now, his attitude was pissing you off big time. Your question set him off and he unloaded onto you.

“Oh I got plenty to say.” He put the bottle down and towered over you. “You fucked up Spills, you knew how I felt about you this whole fucking time and YOU were the one who shut it down. Making this stupid pact so you would be guaranteed someone who was crazy about you while you went off and did whatever and whoever you wanted and then bring it up in front of everyone like it was a joke.” The anger was burning away the alcohol in his system and there was nothing but raw honesty left. “And now what, you’re going to date my friend? So is it anyone who shows you attention except me?”

The expression on his face was angry, but there was a raw hurt in his voice. An old wound that he was blaming you for opening up.

“I have loved you since I was fucking fourteen, and you never gave a shit. You used me and you kept me dangling on a string but guess what, I am not a last resort. I have found a woman who loves me and you’re going to have to live with that.” The words were knives to your heart because for the most part they were true.

You couldn’t stop the tears at his onslaught of painful truths but underneath the hurt his words caused, you were fucking angry.

“You want to tear into me because I’ve been a fucking idiot fine, have at it, but you do not get to shame me for having a moment with someone who likes me. You’re getting married! Am I supposed to stay celibate and alone for the rest of my life because you gave up on me? I was waiting at the airport to tell you that I love you. That I know I’ve wasted time and that I want you.”

“Gave up on you? Are you fucking kidding me right now? So when I call to see how everyone is doing and I find out that you’re seeing someone - I'm supposed to just know that you’ll figure it out? I have been putting off finding someone in hopes that you’ll finally see how devoted I’ve always been to you. I am so fucking pissed off at you and you want to know what the worst part of it is? The fact that I still fucking love you. Even though I’m hurt and so goddamn angry. Even though I have her and I know she’s head over heels for me, you’re the one in my head. I still love you and seeing you like this is breaking my fucking heart Spills. It should be you I’m marrying tomorrow. It should have always been you.” You could see the tears in his eyes now and that hurt even more.

Every single fibre of your being screamed at you to run to him, to wrap your arms around him. Instead you responded with your own truth.

“I wish it was me tomorrow. I know I couldn’t expect you to wait for me forever but I don’t want anyone else. Benny is sweet but he’s not you Francis.” You were well and truly crying now. Everything you’d been holding in came bubbling up, spilling out of you and there was nothing you could do to stop it, it had to come out.

“I should have kissed you back like I wanted to. I shouldn’t have been afraid, I should have seen it and dealt with my own feelings for you. I’m sorry Francis. I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize how perfect we are for each other. I’m sorry I was too late and I’m terrified that you’ll leave me behind and marry her, and that I’ll be here waiting for you forever.” Your voice was cracking and high, barely a whisper at certain points with how hard you were crying.

His legs brought themselves to you in three long strides and then his mouth was on yours. Your tears mixing where your faces touched; pure adrenaline coursing through your veins when his hands buried themselves into your hair. It was nothing compared to the inexperienced albeit enthusiastic kiss you’d shared as teenagers. This was all-consuming. His mouth trapping your bottom lip roughly and biting softly to draw out a whimper. His tongue using the sound as the invitation to plunder the inside of your mouth.

He tasted like honey and alcohol, like the gum he chewed and tiramisu. He tasted like all the things you loved in this world and you never wanted him to stop kissing you.

He trailed his kisses down to the line of your jaw, the long column of your neck and up to the place beneath your ear and all you could do was frantically clutch at his hair.

“We’ve been so stupid Spills, driving me crazy.” He was whispering the words into your neck, his hands a vice grip around your waist.

“I’m sorry Francis, I love you - I love you so much.” The both of you couldn’t get the words out fast enough, fervent breathes as you kissed; both trying to make up for lost time. His wedding in a few hours was forgotten, his fiancé didn’t exist. It was just the two of you in his old bedroom where his first kiss had been denied.

You were rewriting that now.

His hands lowered and grabbed at the flesh of your ass roughly and you moaned into his mouth. He brought his kisses to your neck as he decisively pulled your dress up.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for half my life Spills, it was you I thought about while I was away. I would fuck my fist every single fucking night thinking about you letting me taste your pussy.” His eyes were dark with want and you gasped at his words, the alcohol and the honesty making him braver; the words were shooting directly into your cunt, making you weep for him.

“It’s always been you, look at what you do to me, what you’ve always fucking done to me.” He grabbed at your hand roughly and pressed into the sizeable bulge at his crotch. It was hard to form words. It was hard to articulate how you felt now that this was finally happening.

“Will you let me baby? Will you let me bury my tongue in your cunt? I want you to cum all over my face.” He was rubbing at your clit through your panties and it was like you were suspended in amber. Dumbstruck at his words, his confidence - his need for you.

“Yes Francisco, please.” You were gripping his hair frantically as he pushed you onto his bed. His big strong hands pulling your underwear down and tossing it over his shoulder. The same hands pulling your thighs apart to find your slick seeping out of you, all glossy and wet. He moaned at the sight.

“Look at that- so fucking pretty for me.” He made himself comfortable between your legs, grinding into the mattress as he studied your body. He kissed your thighs as he brought his face closer and closer to your clenching core. His facial hair tickling you as he trailed them up up up. You watched him propped up on your elbows, your hands automatically reaching out to run through his hair.

“Bet you taste so fucking good, like peaches.” He ran his finger along your seam, smearing your slick all over your lower lips. He was going too slow. You tried to move your cunt closer to his face but he smiled almost cruelly and held your hips down.

“My greedy girl.” He spread your lips apart and spit into your clit, you felt it sliding down towards your opening but he dove in cat-quick to lap it up before it went further.

His tongue was heaven. You threw your head back as he licked from your opening up towards your clit, over and over. “Eyes on me, I want you to watch me.” It was too much and you whimpered as he let the saliva drip from his mouth and into your clit. Focusing his tongue there, moving it up and down over and over and over. The wet glide of it too much and the string holding your sanity together was too tight, it would surely snap and let you float away soon.

He groaned onto your skin, his eyes steady on you as he slid two thick fingers inside you. Curling them in a way that had you tensing up. He could feel your thighs clenching as he scissored them inside you, stretching you open while his tongue pushed you over the edge. It was too much and when he wrapped his lips around your clit and gave it a long steady suck, you shattered.

He held you down and licked you through it. Lapping up the waves of arousal, drinking you down deep while his fingers pistoned in and out of you with a wet squelch.

You had to push him away.

“You taste so good honey, I wanna eat you for days, until you’re a wet little puddle in my bed.” He crawled up towards your limp body and kissed you roughly, his facial hair irritating your skin but it didn’t matter. Not when you could taste yourself in his mouth, not when he’d made you cum harder than anyone had any right to.

His hands were a blur as he tried to get his jeans down and you helped him. You could see your slick on his fingers, then his jeans and your hip where he held onto you. A little trail of you wherever he touched.

You frantically pulled both his jeans and his boxers down, his cock freed and bobbing between your thighs. You could see the sticky tip of him, angry and red with how hard he was and your mouth watered. You had to taste.

He was surprised when you flipped him over, the startled look on his face quickly replaced with a hungry smile. You took off his jeans and his boxes fully to lay between his legs. You rested your head on the strong muscle of his thigh as you lazily stroked him, the velvety skin of his cock encasing the iron beneath. He watched you with a look of rapture and his breath hitched when you pulled away to scoop some of your own slick from between your legs to make your strokes more fluid.

“You can’t possibly know how many times I’ve imagined this - fuck - give me your mouth baby, please.” He was thrusting up into your hand. You licked a wide stripe from the base of his dick up to the tip, circling it with your tongue. He groaned at the sight of you and he grabbed at the hair at the base of your skull to guide your movements.

You took the tip into your mouth and hollowed your cheeks prettily while he watched you, taking a bit more each time you lowered your head. You were ravenous for him, the soft sounds he was making, the control you had at this moment was intoxicating and it pushed you to take him further.

You took him as far as you could, swallowing around him as your nose brushed up against his curls and the tears leaked out when you let go to take a breath.

“Holy fuck baby, yes - look so fucking hot with my dick in your throat. Let me see you do it again.” He guided you down and you held there as long as you could before you sputtered and coughed, spit and his precum connecting your mouth to his cock.

“Fuck baby - so fucking good, if you do it again I’ll cum…” he left it up to you, taking his hand away from your hair and as tempted as you were to watch him come apart in your mouth your cunt was achingly empty and you needed him inside you.

“Next time you can cum in my mouth or on my face, wherever you want, right now I need you to fuck me.” You crawled up and he kissed you, he was frantic and he licked the spit off your lips and it was so primal you moaned. You found yourself on your back again and he was holding your thighs open while he rubbed his length through your folds.

“I’m going to cum inside you. I’m going to pump you full of me, fuck it into you. I wanna see it dripping out of you when I’m done.” He was lining himself up and when he slid in all the way, everything was right in the world. This was how it was supposed to be, the thick stretch of him was perfect, you were so fucking full - your cunt, your heart - every part of you.

“God baby, you’re so tight and wet - feels so fucking good.” He was speaking into your mouth and all you could do was wrap your arms and legs around him. Incoherent whimpers and sounds spilling out of your mouth with his movements. Sweat was beading on his brow, his fingers traced your hairline almost tenderly. His movements are equal parts filthy and loving.

His thrusts were hard and fast, not being able to control himself. You heard the wet, obscene sound of them and it made you wetter. You raised your legs higher, bracketing his ribs while he snapped his hips.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, love you - let me love you.” His words were curt and he wasn’t going to last long so you yanked the straps of your dress down. He leaned onto one arm, reaching down to rub perfect circles onto your clit while he took your nipple into his mouth. Your orgasm crashed into you out of nowhere and he groaned when he felt you clenching.

He brought his hand back up to grab at your hip roughly for more leverage while he fucked into you two, three - four more times before he was spilling into you.

He made good on his promise. He fucked his cum into you. A couple more shallow thrusts even though he was too sensitive and he watched himself do it.

“Look so fucking pretty like that, all puffy and full of my cum.” He watched as it slid out of you and down your ass onto the bedding.

Is this what I’ve been missing out on? Francisco Morales; sex god.

You were too blissed out to move but he went to work, taking off the rest of his clothes and then stripping you of yours. It was difficult to articulate how you felt in that moment, on the one hand this was everything you had wanted. The sex had been amazing, he didn’t just fill your body - he filled every single ounce of you. Your heart swelled when he tucked you into his side and covered the two of you with his blanket.

On the other hand, the postcoital bliss was wearing off and the implications of what had transpired was a weight growing in the pit of your stomach.

Your body and heart wanted to soar; a kite flying higher and higher. Your conscience was the string, and it was being shortened fast. He loved you, he still loved you even though he was engaged and he’d been thinking of you the whole time. You wanted to cry with happiness; with guilt as well.

The guilt was present, reminding you consistently that this man was supposed to be getting a good night’s rest for his wedding tomorrow. Instead the two of you were laying in bed, curled around each other. His spend slowly seeping out of you.

It was hard to focus on it though, especially when his skin was so warm under your cheek. When his hand rubbed at your arm and your legs were a tangle underneath the blanket. You couldn’t help but reach up and run your fingers through the hair matted on his forehead and he made it even harder when he captured the same hand and pressed kisses to your fingers. He broke the silence before you could though.

“I’m still pissed off at you.” He had a dreamy look on his face despite his words.

“I know. I’m pissed off at me too.” You buried your face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. The scent of his body-wash mixing with his own sweat. You couldn’t get enough and he curled himself into you as you ran your fingers through his hair. Your hands are constantly moving, touching every bit of each other you could.

“We’ve wasted so much fucking time Spills.” There was a deep sadness in his voice, it sliced into you because you knew he was right.

“I know Francis, I’m sorry it took me so long.” You were scratching at the wiry hairs on his cheek, trying to map out the face you loved so much. He sighed loudly. “What's going to happen tomorrow?”

“I don’t know - part of me thinks I should pack up the truck, throw you in the back and drive away. Another part of me wants to forget this whole thing happened and follow through on the commitment I made.” He wasn’t holding back with his words or feelings and although they hurt you couldn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want to do. You kept quiet, at the end of the day the decision was his. “I have to tell her the truth. I have to tell her that we did this, I cannot show up there tomorrow and pretend like I didn’t.”

You could see the guilt on his face now, the implications dawning on him a little later than they had for you. He scrubbed at his face with his hand and groaned.

“How can I just break her heart like this?” He was spiralling. “She doesn’t deserve this.” You felt like an intruder then, suddenly the closeness wasn’t there, he was pulling away from you emotionally if not yet physically.

“What do you want to do Francisco?” The use of his full name snapped him out of his train of thought and he looked at you then.

“What do you mean?” He looked at you in confusion, as you pulled away from him reluctantly.

“I know it took me way too long to get to this point, and you have every fucking right to hate me. If you tell me now that you want to make it work with her I’ll support your decision. I’ll keep my mouth shut and we can pretend this never happened. I would do that for you because I love you, and I will no matter what. You tell me what you want to do.” The tears were coming down your face as you said the words and as much as it hurt to get them out you meant them.

You couldn’t stay here - you wanted him to make his choice without influence and he said nothing as you quickly dressed and walked out of his room, instead you lay on the couch in the living room, crying softly to yourself. Sleep was nowhere in sight and in a few hours, you’d know for sure what would happen.

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Gross

Richie Tozier x Reader

summary: Y/N likes Richie so much its gross. 

Inspiration: Gross by Olivia Rodrigo 

warnings: literally just pure fluff, cursing we know who this is about 

word count: 2.1k 

The bass was heavy and loud, the people were insufferably packed together. Y/N was a really good friend, or so she kept telling herself, for coming to this party just to appease Bev. Ever since they met at a bookstore, they had gotten really close-despite living in two different towns. Y/N maneuvered her way through the swarm of people. She turned the corner into the living room and spotted her red headed friend in the corner alongside the group, she had heard called themselves ‘The Losers Club’. Her elbows starting jamming into people as she finally crossed the threshold of people and practically fell into the arms of one, Richie Tozier.

“Well, well, well. It appears that you’ve fallen for me.” Y/N let out a chuckle at the response. His brown eyes, goofy little grin and messy, curly hair did manage to melt her heart just a little bit in that moment.

“So, Y/N, you’ve met Richie.” Bev said as she pulled her from Richie’s arms and into a hug. The two stand swaying for a second before Y/N releases herself from the hug. She couldn’t help but notice the six set of eyes staring at her.

“Jesus guys, would it kill you to interact with her instead of stare.” Bev pulled Y/N’s back to her chest and looked toward the group. “You guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Ben, Bill, Mike, Stan, Eddie and Richie.” She pointed at each one as they were introduced.

“Ni-Ni-Nice to me-meet you, Y/N.” Bill said waving to her. Y/N and the group got acquainted a little before they all started breaking off in sections, leaving Richie and Y/N alone.

“Hey.” Y/N said breaking the awkward ‘silence’. “I don’t know this house at all, could you guide me to the kitchen for something to drink?”

“Of course m’lady.” He said taking on one of his many accents. He lightly grabbed her hand and dragged her through some people and into the kitchen. The girl somehow found a water bottle amidst the copious amounts of alcohol.

“Come on, not even one drink?” Richie said leaning in to shout over the music, their faces coming extremely close.

“No sir, I have to drive home tonight. Who’s your lucky DD?”

“Stan the Man Uris.” Richie slurred together slightly. He wasn’t drunk, but he wasn’t quite sober either. Y/N let out an ‘Ah’ in response. She noticed how many eyes were now spent looking at her and Richie.

“Hey Richie?”

“Yes my darling angel?” The nickname made her blush, but she had a bigger thing to focus on.

“Why is every girl in the room staring at you?”

“Oh…Uhh…well you see, I made a joke to some gullible ass freshman that I had a 12 inch wang and he’s started telling everyone. Now the class clown is somehow becoming the class arm candy. I just want it to stop.”

“What if we made them stare for another reason?”

“You got an idea?”

“Two, first off how do you feel about slapping?”

“Please don’t slap me.”

“Okay, what about pretending we’re gonna go hook up?”

“Now we don’t have to pretend if you don’t want to-“ She shoved his arm.

“Richie, do you want it to stop or not?”

“What should I do?”

“I’m gonna get really, really close.” She said as she pressed her body flush with his. Her face was centimeters away from his, she pulled his face down so that she could whisper into his ear. “Now wrap your arms around my waist and pull me closer. Start talking about something random and just ignore what I am doing.” She pulled back just slightly as to start making eye contact. Her stomach was a flutter with butterflies and the proximity. His arms wrapped around her and snuggly brought her closer to him. He began jabbering about something stupid Eddie had said earlier that day about your hand getting chopped off while it’s out the car window. To sell the point to ones close enough to see, which considering how dense the party was was a lot of people, she kept glancing between his eyes and his lips while he was talking. After a few minutes past, she pulled him down to whisper again.

“Is it working?” She watched as his eyes lightly glazed the room and shook his head no. She cursed to herself. Richie’s eyes lit up with an idea, and his arms squeezed her tighter into him.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” Richie leaned down to whisper into her ear. He leans back and Y/N shakes her head yes. He gently grabs her chin and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. They stay kissing for a brief span before pulling apart. He leaned into her ear and said “If I get you to the front door, can we go out to your car?” All Y/N did in response was grab his hand. He lead her to the door, and she led him the rest of the way. Once they get to her car, she lets her head fall against the headrest on the seat.

“Oh my god it’s so much nicer out here.” She let out with a chuckle.

“You can say that again.” Richie said in the same manner. “Thank you for back there by the way, I just needed to get the fuck out of there.”

“Oh yeah, no worries. What should we do about Bev and the boys?”

“I figured that when they can’t find us, they’ll come looking. In the meantime, we could hangout…that is if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” Y/N said with a beaming smile. And from that day on, they hung out as much as they physically could. Their weird fake relationship blossomed into a wonderful friendship and then a very real relationship. For nearly 3 months, the pair had seen each other at least five times in a week. Whether that meant Richie driving the 45 minutes to her or vice versa. It was a lot, and it was expensive but they didn’t care. They were having fun and loving where they were.

Y/N was hanging a new photo of her and Richie on her wall by her bed, as Richie watched idly on her bed. His eyes wandered around the walls and furniture at all the different photos and keepsakes she had kept. While most of the photos were of either him, or the two together, he didn’t feel narcissistic in loving how her room looked. He loved it just because it was hers.

“So tell me my darling angel, how was school today?”

“Fine.”

“No Y/N. We’re not doing this bullshit today. What happened?”

“Nothing, just this dumb bitch Penelope C.”

“God, I hate that Penelope C piece of shit.” He said, matching her same angered tone.

“Rich, you don’t even know her babe.”

“I trust your opinion of her, if you hate her, I fucking despise her.” Y/N grabbed her boyfriends face wasting no time in making out with him. She pulls back and just looks at him stunned.

“Why was that the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me?”

“What can I say? I know what drives the ladies crazy.”

“I’m sure of it.” She said sarcastically. Richie did his signature puppy dog eyes, and her icy heart was thawed. She gave him one more peck to the lips, and then began placing pecks scattered all over his face. He grabbed her by her hips and flipped her to be beneath him. He began tickling her relentlessly. Her laughter filled the room, yet also drained her. She pried him off of her. The two lay side by side, heads turned to make eye contact.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/N.” Richie said. Y/N moved her head closer and gave him one more soft kiss.

Music softly filled the car. Richies hand was placed gently in Y/N’s lap, his thumb absentmindedly grazes her leg. Her eyes were wandering, looking at each driveway, house, mailbox and road. One day, hopefully, her and Richie would be driving to their own house. They would pull into the driveway and go inside to see their pets or their kids. Her future with him seemed bright. A wide smile creeped across her face as did a light blush.

“What’s got you so smiley?” Richie said, glancing away from the road to look at her.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“You were thinking about me huh?”

“Yeah…” Y/N said embarrassed.

“Tell me all the dirty little details, my darling angel.” He said cockily, smirking towards the road.

“Ugh, Richie don’t be gross. I wasn’t thinking about that.”

“I’m sorry, but is it so hard to believe that my hot girlfriend is thinking about her incredibly sexy boyfriend?”

“Oh shut the hell up.” She said through her laughter. He started faintly laughing with her.

“What were you really thinking about?”

“Just about what it would be like to have a future together. And what it would be like to drive to a home of our own with things of our own.”

“You really want a future with me?”

“Of course I do.”

“I can’t wait for it then.” He said smiling, transferring his hand from her thigh to her hand. He gave her hand a light squeeze. They drove in comfortable silence for a moment, before Y/N had the idea to stir the pot.

“Oh and Richie?”

“Yeah?”

“Think of all the sex we could have in a house of our own.” She said with a smirk as they pulled into her driveway.

Bev wandered around Y/N’s room as she was chaotically putting away her laundry all over her room.

“Jesus, everywhere I turn, there’s Richie.” Bev said breaking the silence, making Y/N giggle to herself. “You really like that dumbass don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.” Y/N stopped for a moment to think about Richie Tozier before continuing,“I can’t help but think and talk about him all the time. He makes me feel so safe and loved, and he always makes me laugh harder than anyone else. I want everything from him- the highs, the lows, and everything in between. I want to tell him everything about my day and i want to hear about the trivial shit he talks about like the traffic coming to see me or what bill did at lunch that day. I like him so so much. I lo-love him.”

“Yeah, it’s kinda gross.” Bev joked with Y/N. “I’m happy for ya Y/N/N, as annoying as he is, he is a really good guy.”

“God, he is so annoying… but it’s kinda why I love him.” The girls continued their night as planned, but the thoughts of how Y/N felt about Richie never left.

As soon as Bev left her house early the next morning, she hopped in her car and went over to Richie’s house. Bev always had to leave super early because of her dad, so Y/N knew she couldn’t just knock on the Tozier’s door. She climbed her way up a tree and across some of Richie’s roof in order to knock on his window. A shirtless and boxer clad Richie came the window groggily.

“What are you doing here darling angel? It’s fucking 7 am.” He said, rubbing his eyes and through a yawn.

“I just really gotta talk to you.” His eyes widened at that sentence. He ushered her in and onto his bed. She sat for a few seconds and then stood up to pace a small line.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” Richie said.

“I just…I like you so much it’s gross.” Y/N said looking right at him. “And you were right.” She said with a roll of the eyes and a light stamp of her foot.

“What? What do you mean ‘I’m right’?”

“That very first night we met, hell the very first moments we met. You were right, I did fall for you.”

“Y/N…” Richie said quietly, coming up to bring his body flush to hers, just the moment at the party.

“I love you Richie.”

“I love you so fucking much Y/N.” He said, pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. Y/N sure was glad he was the one she gave her heart to.