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nneteyamss · 1 month ago

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ROSES — 13. frat party

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“okay, once someone gets sick, it gets too crazy, someone makes a bad decision, or something else we’re leaving. got it?” mark turned from the drivers seat to face his friends before they entered the party.

mina and y/n nodded and gave mark a thumbs up while yangyang saluted him with a straight face.

“alright now get the fuck out my car and let’s go party” he sighed at yang and gave a small smile, hoping tonight would be smooth and fun.

“where do you guys think hyuck is right now?” yang asked as the 4 of them walked gingerly to the front door. the music was blasting and as they got closer it was harder to hear.

mark shrugged and mina don’t bother answering the question. “i don’t know but if he’s with his other friends, he can stay far away from me. last thing i need is jaehyun seeing me.” as y/n was finishing her sentence, they entered the house, almost instantly being greeted by hyuck who was passing by to get more drinks.

“you guys made it! drink are in the kitchen to your left, snacks are on the kitchen counters and dining room table, and yeah. i gotta hurry and go now, i got a hottie waiting for me.” he spoke fastly before dashing out of their sight.

the four of the scooted to the side so they weren’t blocking the entrance and took a look around. people walking past who knew them waved and said hello. it wasn’t long before y/n tapped mina on the shoulder and whispered in her ear to beat the loud music “wanna grab some drinks?” to which mina nodded. the two girls told mark and yang where they were going and disappeared from their previous spots.

not a lot of people crowded the kitchen but there were a good amount of people standing around and talking. y/n grabbed two bottles and handed one to mina as leaned back against the counter.

“oh dude i’m so glad these have the twist caps, i would’ve been pissed if i had to find someone to open this.” mina nodded with y/n’s statement while they twisted the caps off their drinks and took a sip.

“i know, and i didn’t even think to bring my bottle opener. also i’m not gonna lie… this music kinda sucks ass, i could’ve done better in my bedroom with a playlist and a dream.” the two girls laugh at the image of mina in her room dressed up like a frat boy, headphones around her neck, sunglasses on, and doing the frat flick with playing something probably like ‘baby’ by justin bieber.

“i’ll be standing right beside you hyping up the crowd like this” y/n jumped up and down with her hand in the air fist pumping, almost spilling her drink in the process.

after a while of talking the two finished the drinks they first opened, ended up taking some shots with random drunk girls who came into the kitchen (twice), and grabbing another drink. after starting to feel buzzed mina stopped drinking but y/n kept going. the two girls made their way out onto the makeshift dance floor where they saw their friends on the side talking.

“heyyy guys!” y/n walked towards them while waving, stumbling and almost falling while doing so.

“damn girl how much did you drink?” mark asked with a raised eyebrow. y/n only laughed and brushed him off.

“i dunno but that’s not important, i thought you said you weren’t drinking?” her eyes zeroed in to the red solo cup in his hand with a clear liquid inside.

“this is water, which you should get some of”

“guys can we sit down somewhere, my feet are starting to hurt.” mina interrupted the conversation to complain with a completely valid point. after standing around in the kitchen for who knows how long, who else’s feet wouldn’t start to hurt.

“couch is empty over there” hyuck pointed out a vacancy, to which they all ran over to the couch before someone would sit down and take it. as soon as y/n sat down she suddenly started feeling a little sick from the multiple drinks she had. her face was flushed red from all the alcohol and the stood right back up.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom, i’ll be right back”

“do you need me to come with you?” mina looked up at her, ready to tag along.

“no i should be good, thank you though my babygirl” y/n blew a kiss and mina blew one right back, ignoring their guy friends around them. with that y/n left to use the bathroom.

this definitely wasn’t the first nct frat that y/n attended so she knew her way around the building decently well and quickly navigated herself to the bathroom. upon arrival she immediately rolled her eyes at the line to wait to use the bathroom, which was probably disgusting anyway. luckily y/n is somewhat close friends with nct member yuta and knew he had a bathroom in his room.

the way they befriend each other was kind of odd but they just happened to ‘click’ after a while of pestering. most people avoided talking to yuta as a friend, due to his resting bitch face, but when y/n got paired with him she was determined to be nothing but kind and become his friend or at least acquaintance. often yuta would ignore these attempts and just try to get their work done and over with. under all of his frat boy who gets around persona, y/n knew there was something deeper. so what does she do? pull out photos of her family dog back home, because who can resist a cute dog? this plan undoubtedly worked as yuta became obsessed with her little puppy who he now calls “his second daughter” and asked for new pics of her constantly. he keeps telling y/n that they need to set up a play date between her dog nova and his dog rapunzel.

after getting lost once, y/n finds her way to yuta’s room, trying to remember the way they would take when they studied here. much to her surprise yuta had told her the pin to his door and she quickly typed it in, still not feeling well.

“1026” she muttered to herself as she pressed the tiny buttons. the door unlocked and she swung the door open, ready to head into his bathroom.

not even getting to step all the way into the room she was met with two people already occupying the space. a male and female, the guy was sat on the bed with his pants pulled slightly down and the girl was on her knees in front of him, very obviously giving him head. the sound of the door opening caused her to pull off of him and they both looked at the door. the girl she didn’t recognize but the guy… she had been trying to avoid all night.

“y/n?” jaehyun looked at her shocked, trying to cover himself up somewhat.

“i’m so sorry” she said at the same time jaehyun said her name once she broke out of her frozen spot. just as she spoke, she gagged and ran right into yuta’s bathroom and to the toilet instead of out the room. thankfully the toilet seat was already up as she began puking into the white bowl in front of her. her hands on both sides of the toilet, not even thinking about her hair.

all of a sudden she felt her hair being pulled back and a hand on her back rubbing in circles “let it all out.” they said quietly, encouraging her to get all of this out her system. the puking went on for a couple minutes on and off before it finally stopped all together. y/n opened her eyes once she leaned away from the toilet to see jaehyun grabbing a piece of toilet paper to wiper her mouth and even flushed the toilet for her.

feeling worn out and tired, as well as still drunk, y/n closed her eyes again and laid her head on the wall behind her. “you feeling better now?” jaehyun spoke softly, to not scare her. not even wanting to respond, she shook her hand back in forth in an “eh” way to give a response.

“c’mere” jaehyun helped her off the bathroom floor and laid her down at the top of yuta’s bed. he quickly retrieved a water from the mini fridge located on the opposite side of the room and told her to drink it. she took small sips and drank a good amount before putting the rest on the nightstand. “lay here and get some rest, i’ll find your friends and let them know where you are” he stroked the side of her head softly and stood up to exit the room.

“no… stay here.” y/n finally spoke, her voice a little weak. she looked at him sadly and it worked, he came back over to her and sat on the opposite side of the bed.

“i’ll stay, just get some rest please.” she nodded and laid there next to him, subtly inching closer to feel comfort and quickly fell asleep.

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notes: feeling a little devious 😜 also this isn’t proofread bc it’s 3 am AND SORRY IF MY WRITING ISN’T THAT GOOD 🙏🏽 I HAVENT WRITTEN IN A WHILE!! anyway jaehyun enlistment era is coming upon us… i gonna rip out my hair 😭

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ceasarslegion · 2 months ago

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My advice regarding tattoos or any kind of body mods:

-don't shirk the expense. It's a labour intensive job, so what you're paying for is the effort and time and attention to detail. It's going to be on your body forever, so you want to make sure you have the best you can get.

-if your pain tolerance is very low, reconsider any tattoos that are super big or in bony places. I'm not trying to yuck your yum, but I am saying that if you can't handle the pain of it for multiple hours over multiple settings then you should reconsider redesigning it to something you can handle. You can build up your pain tolerance over time, but never push yourself past your limit for it or you run the risk of associating a permanent mark on your body with physical trauma.

-don't get tattoos from your kinda sketchy friend who bought a tattoo gun and says they want to practice on you for free. They aren't a licensed artist and they don't know proper sanitation and health and safety procedures. That is an infection waiting to happen, not to mention it's probably gonna look like shit

-tip the artist. Budget a few hundred for them, they do an extremely hard job where one fuck up is permanently embedded into people. A good tip will be greatly appreciated and they'll be more than happy to welcome you back for any future work and put even more effort into you if you show yourself to be a good client who treats them well. A good rapport makes for better art.

-its gonna be uncomfortable. It just is, that can't be avoided. Think of it on the same level of pain as a cat scratch but spread out for a really long time, so it won't like, kill you or make you regret being born, but it will hurt. If you get it all done at once, it'll be easier but you'll be pushing your body more than if you take breaks and come back. Talk to your artist about how you want it done and let them know what your plans are. That way if you like, wanna take a break to get coffee and lunch across the street and come back they both know you didn't like, dine and dash and they'll know what to tell you to do to take care not to damage it during your breaks. If you're getting a multi session tattoo, expect it to be spread out over a long time, so it's not gonna look great the first few times. But letting it heal and recover a few times will be essential for the final product. Make sure you're willing to go through that before you decide on like, a giant dragon with spread wings across your entire back.

-just... don't get face tattoos man. You're not Post Malone who has famous public figure status, you're some guy who has to be able to get and hold down a job. Every other part of your body can be covered in professional settings and piercings can be taken out, but unless you wear a face covering of some kind, your face is always on display. This isn't a moral or a judgemental statement, it's just the reality of the world we live in. Face tattoos make your life a lot harder than it has to be and you just dont have to go through that. Before anyone pisses on the poor about this one, I am obviously not talking about cultural face tattoos like the ones the moari people have

-do not get tattoos on an impulse, especially not tattoos of media properties. I'm not telling you NOT to altogether, I actually plan on getting tattoos of the truman show and back to the future at some point because those films really shaped me as a person in ways others haven't. That's what you have to think about though: do you just really like it right now, or has this media shaped you in some way regardless of your current enjoyment of it? Because the last thing you want to do to yourself is permanently draw something into your body that in a few months you just don't care about or even dislike anymore.

-do not get tattoos to make you feel better when you're sad. See above, but with an added dollop of regret. Get them in a completely sober and level-headed state of mind so you can be objective about them and if they will bring you joy for the rest of your life, not in the moment as a response to something negative.

-LISTEN TO YOUR ARTIST WHEN THEY TELL YOU WHAT YOUR RECOVERY WILL LOOK LIKE!!! If you throw out everything else on this list but one thing make this the one thing you keep. If they say you can't put it in water, don't put it in water, they'll tell you how to bathe. If they tell you it can't be exposed to sunlight, do not expose it to sunlight. If they tell you you have to apply a certain skin disinfectant or something to it every day, I don't care if it stings, you have to apply it. If they tell you not to scratch it, suck it up if it gets itchy. You have a massive open wound on your skin that is a breeding ground for bacteria and viruses and dirt and filth and is incredibly sensitive to everything. You can do everything from ruin your tattoo to contracting flesh-eating bacteria from shirking your recovery process, the latter of which is not that uncommon, but almost always happens to people who don't listen. Do not fucking do that.

#some thoughts

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burnyouwithacigarettelighter · 1 year ago

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Omg I’m so happy you replied!! I definitely have more questions.

1. What Cillian character do you like writing about the most and why?

2. What story from your master list are you most proud of?

3. Do you personally have any fic recommendations/ must reads? Other sites included.

4. What gets you inspired to write? Following that question have you ever abandoned a fic?

5. What do you think made you a better writer? If you have any doubts about your work, how do you get past it enough to continue?

6. Is there a Cillian character that you just don’t like, or aren’t interested in watching/ writing about? (Sorry if that’s a loaded question)

omg thank u so much for this!!! i srsly love interacting w u guys, tysm for the thought provoking questions😄🙌

i think i like writing most about robert fischer:) ik it probably doesnt translate considering ive written most for jonathan crane but robert fischer is just such a little sweetheart to me,,, and can go both ways in being a sassy dom douchebag or being a sobbing daddy issues sub darling LOLLL i just think he has a lot of duality to delve into and develop (which ive definitely not done so far☠️) and it helps that his characterization in inception was also very surface level— i have a lot of wiggle room y’know??

i think im most proud of “dine & dash” which im aware probably no-one has read, but getting chris o’doyle’s sassy little dialogue down was like taming a wild beast,,, otherwise, considering my more well-known work, i rly liked writing “honey, i’m home”. i go crazy for the unhinged readers (if u couldnt alrdy tell lmaooo) and seeing jackson get messed with like that was a real treat.

i seriously just recommend anything by @mypoisonedvine,,, they’re literally genius & are the reason i started writing for cillian:)!! other mentions include kitten fics by @pictureinme and, a personal fave, @floralcyanidee’s jackson rippner mile-high club fic!!! these writers are all incredibly talented and im just blown away at their work every single time🫶

my thirst is such a big motivator for writing LMAO😭i wrote “guinea pig” ‘cus i wanted to absolute wreckkk jonathan crane and have him be a sub, and i got a 6.8k words long fic out of said thirst! music & book quotes motivate me a lot too— i spend sm time digging thru my pinterest for a good quote for the beginning of my fic its actually insane☠️and yes,,, im ashamed to say ive abandoned fics numerous times,,, but thats because they were series’, not oneshots. i get bored of series’ pretty quickly, ‘cause i feel kind of trapped by the initial dynamic or mood set in the first chapter. with oneshots, its like writing one long chapter of this trope and this kink or whatever and then its done, and i dont have to exhaust myself going back to tropes or kinks or storylines ive already done.

i think reading made me a better writer. expanding my vocabulary through the words of others was a biggie; seeing something be described in a certain way in someones story had me thinking of out-of-the-box ways to describe another thing (that doesn’t make much sense but lets pretend it does😭). i have many, many doubts about my work, like constantly, but i usually just suck it up. i sound like an attention whore but seeing the reposts & comments & tags on my other work reminds me people like what i’ve written before and certain people will enjoy what ive written now, so i should just finish my work for them. i also take like 100 years rereading my stuff until i think its good enough lmao,,,

ive kinda watched his whole roster of films (atleast ones i could actually find on the internet and not gone missing as a lost piece of media lmao) and i could probably write for any cillian character given i had a good idea and proper motivation. writing for certain characters is definitely harder for me to do though, so its likely i wont write for them/will take a long time to do so. an example is lenny miller— anna was such an insufferable movie to me, and lenny’s screentime wasn’t long at all, atleast not long enough for me to properly grasp his character. he just felt like a horny hardass fbi goof the whole time i could not take his 5’7 ass seriously😭cillian is smexy as hell in anna tho, so we’ll see😈another would probably be robert capa from sunshine,,, hes beautiful and deliciously musty in that but the whole spaceship setting kinda freaks me out (considering i know 0 zilch nada about space, spaceships, or anything of the sort, so it’d definitely be inaccurate). an au with him id definitely do, though! (with that hair of his my mind is already forming a 90s band au, guitarist!capa x singer!reader story…)

again thank u so much for these questions!! i feel like i rarely get to chat to u guys so this was well appreciated😄🫶thank you so much for reading, for sending these questions in, and for being an overall sweetheart, anon!

#burnyouwithacigarettelighter #long post

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tobiasdrake · 10 months ago

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We have a plan. I have it on good authority that it's a bad plan. But it's a plan and I'm going with it.

Here on the ship, or out at sea? Because I have a bunch of questions but they're going to be different questions based on the geographic location of the rods.

Out at sea, gotcha. So, did he construct them himself? I guess if we're in a pocket dimension then he probably, like, manifested them or something.

Ghost physics are like that.

Oh, sure. I catch your drift.

You want a little payment up front. You want to see what we're made of. This will be a piece of--

FIRE IS HOT

I don't know why I did that. Sometimes you see an obstacle that is clearly hazardous and yet you still have to touch it to find out how hazardous.

...

She's looking at me sideways, isn't she?

Judging.

Man, it's a good thing for us that this wind mage's torturous maelstrom dimension isn't very windy.

Then again, maybe it is and I just have a warped definition of "windy". Could be all that acrobatics training in the turbulent upper atmosphere with no guardrails affecting my perception. This might actually be really hard, and I owe Moraine an apology.

Alright. Team meeting. I'm gonna be honest, I'm pretty sure Hortence is expecting us to die horribly. We may have fumbled this first impression somewhere along the way. For that, I am willing to accept a small portion of the blame.

YES, second impression is a win! Garl, fistbump me.

We get to drive the ghost ship? SUCCESS. It's halfway to ours!

Garl, Zale, you two drive the ship. Serai, Teaks, and I will be in the captain's quarters with Hortence. Because Serai's been professionally dine-and-dashing me since we met and Teaks always has her nose in a book. This is the first chance I've had to spend an extended period of time with other women in TEN. YEARS.

I love you guys but it's Girl Time. Knock on the door when we reach the first island.

Oh yeah, that's definitely a lightning rod. You can practically hear it whispering in a ghostly voice. "Please break me. I'm so smashable."

Less sure of what these coins are for. Maybe we use them to buy our way into smashing the crystals. We pay off the curse in cursed pirate gold? It's curse logic; It doesn't have to make sense.

Yep, works just like that. The curse is a capitalist.

Wonder what these platforms are meant for? We're going to use them to break the crystals but that's obviously not their intended purpose.

Kinda looks like maintenance platforms, to me. Like you send someone up there to shoot magic into the crystals or something to charge them or repair them or something. Basically the opposite of what we're doing.

Oh no, your barrier disappeared. However could that have happened? I was just doing what the crystals told me to. Honest.

Alright guys, here we go with the final push. Everyone ready to teach a whiny little undead shit how to respect women's agency?

Personally, I hope we see an actual maelstrom inside Maelstrom Point. Because I've been promised a maelstrom but so far all I've gotten is thunderstorm. Stormcaller's gonna have to do a lot better than this to wow me.

And yet doesn't drag them down into any sort of maelstrom. Fancy that.

I like your fire mane. It's green. That means that when we cut off your head, we can pay the ferryman to take us to Roro and plunder more soulstones.

"My ship" he says even though we've sailed her more in the last several hundred years than he has.

And Serai wanted to buy her off of you. Tell you what, I'll pay you to jump off that cliff instead. Not with a Coin of Undeath Accord; We don't have that any more. I mean with the other currency.

You know what, credit where it's due. That is a raw line.

But I still don't see any maelstroms so you only get half-credit.

Okay. There it is. I wasn't. Actually expecting you to call my bluff like that. I. Uh.

It's very cool. I'm wowed. Good. Good job. You can put that away n--

Yeah, that's fair.

@_@ No wonder Hortence was laughing at us for thinking we can take this guy. He lives up to his reputation. He is a beast.

But not beast enough.

Oh goddammit, he vaporized. I had plans for his head! Do you know how hard this fight was? I earned that head. Fuck!

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars

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cipheramnesia · 9 months ago

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Any port in Earth territories was sure to have a place to get cheap food, cheap stimulants, and into trouble. Only a certain type of cafe served the latter, but she'd been through enough of them on Nevamil to know the look. She was tucked as far back into the corner of a dirty plastic booth as she could fit, spinning her latest disposable phone around in lazy circles and ignoring her coffee. She'd changed out one of the diamonds, scrounged up clothes and some nicer boots, figured she wasn't retiring on spaceship food after all, but one or two of em might at least get to work for her.

It wasn't much to speak of, which was the point, couple booths, cheap plastic tables and chairs, seating for ten if they were lucky, food only on a technicality. The place wasn't there to make money as much as it was to collect bad ideas. She was looking for a specific kind and he showed up after her third coffee went cold. Some twitchy dark matter math wizard maybe, one of those guys way too deep in the calculations of what they couldn't see that they were in a constant state of shock and flight response over the tangible calculated existence of known reality.

She slid into the chair on the other side of the table and put the coffee next to the guy's tablet. He was all deep dark eyesockets and glitchy, mimetic fabric on an ankle length coat. He looked like he hadn't slept in days but it was probably longer, these guys liked to throw their consciousness into distant space and leave it there while their bodies walked around unattended. Stims usually helped. "Whatcha got for me," she said.

"Whatcha need, whatcha need." His fingers bounced off the mug a couple times before finding it, he slurped and didn't exactly focus on her but both of his eyes pointed back into the same direction. "Hmm, little wolf girl huh. Ain't seen one a uh... whatcha need hmm?"

"Need something flashy, sparkles and stones, y'know? I heard this port's where to find em, and you're the one to ask." It wasn't completely a lie, but it was at best only distantly familiar with the truth.

He took in a deep breath through the nose, nodding in tune with a rhythm of his own design. "Mmm, mmm, crystals for the wolf, neh?" Slurp. "Whacher route, what kinda works?"

This was the moment of found truth for whatever esoteric calculations had gone into their flight out of the mountain. Diamonds were easy to find, everywhere had at least one shop growing em. But nearly a hundred percent went to system mesh or navigation, not exactly an open access free for all. She gave a silent prayer to Luna and said, "Solo, dine and dash."

His brows came together, lips quirked up and down while his eyes sunk out of sight. One hand tapped the tablet rapid fire. Slurp. "Difficult," he said, some endless twenty seconds later.

She leaned back and drummed fingers. "Big ask, fair. If you don't got it, no harm." She pushed the chair back and made to stand, but he held a hand out, waggling it.

"Bide a minute. Difficult, not impossible." He put both hands on the coffee cup and tilted the rest down his gullet in a long swig. "Girl like you, resourceful I think. Not many wolf girls turn up off planet, neh? Your kind, mmm, has a... nose for trouble. Ahum, hmm hmm."

Once she realized he was laughing at his own joke, she gave him her best effort at a smile. "As you say."

"So and such. I need work done. A favor then, do this thing for me, I will get a line for the shine and dine and dash." He'd summoned a token on his tablet and was partitioning memory collapsing sigils around it. Flattened it to a shareable folder and looked to her expectantly.

She unrolled the phone and he flicked it over to her screen, where she could frown at it more directly. "Do I want to know?"

"Fret not, it is a new set of coordinates I am in the process of measuring, some fascinating effects on gravity... mm, no matter. It is inconvenient for me to return for this data. I only need you to convince a friend to, hmm... run it to ground. He may need motivation, ahmmm, I trust your instincts in this."

"Motivation, huh." She stood up. "Just one favor and we're square, you find me a nice juicy lamb."

He chuckled wetly again, "As you say. Of course, this is just between us. I would not like to have to return for you." His black sockets glittered and his eyes focused on her for a second while his pale lips pulled back from sickly teeth.

She slapped her phone around her wrist. "Seems easy enough." She knew it was a damn lie but she said it anyway.

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I feel more power coursing through me than I have felt in several million years. The girl had promised more, much more, and I wonder again at what might be within her grasp.

Even this is barely a flicker of what I am capable of, but I cling to this new freedom with a greed and even hope which disgusts me. Both elated and revolted that I am reduced to this sickening gratitude. She has been gone for several hours and I contemplate the probability of her returning.

She took me to the sky, and to the stars. With a great deal of assistance, this is true, but a will that I did not previously estimate her civilization could produce. She dared to occupy the space of Pilot, and we have lived to meditate on this exhilarating heresy. She is on the primitive satellite now, and has promised to return, but she has been away from my safety for several hours.

I examine my memory of her occupation of the Pilot space. It seems possible that I may make better use of her than I suspected. She may have a place in my structure. Her ability to change structure is interesting, common enough yet the mode of operation is unusual. I will have to collect more data. I examine my memory of when we dropped from the structure tangle within safe distance to the satellite.

She expressed disbelief, then joy, as if she was the one who had flown free of her prison of millions of years. To me, this is nothing. Her joy is a mote of dust against the starscape of the universe. Her planet, bare rock unworthy of my implementation. And yet she made much of these, as if I had shown her how to reach across the universe and string the stars together as a bracelet.

Perhaps to her that is what it means to have even this narrow sliver of freedom. Perhaps she can, as she has promised, make me "good as new." Then I will show her freedom. I hope she returns soon, it has been several hours.

Sorry everyone I was thinking about the lonely werewolf tgirl and her friend the sentient intergalactic magic warship again. 🥺

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underqualified-human · 3 years ago

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Metal Bat and Garou with a waitress gf

Request: Can you do a hc with Metal Bat and Garou with an s/o who's a cute waitress at a cafe and include how they would react if they caught a customer harassing her? By @olenoname

A/N: Thanks for requesting! Sorry this took so long school and imposter syndrome has been kicking my ass lately

Fandom: One Punch Man

Genre: Headcanons

Pairing: Baddo/Reader, Garou/Reader

Warnings: harassment and brief mentions of violence

Pronouns: she/her

Metal Bat/ Baddo:

He’s pretty shy whenever he sees you in uniform

Tries to come in any time he can, but him being an S class hero means that he can’t do it as often as he’d like

Sometimes takes Zenko to your workplace after one of her recitals

He gets kinda jealous when he realizes that other people get to see you in your uniform but wouldn't do anything about these feelings

Is otherwise pretty chill about you’re job, he gets it - you gotta pay the bills somehow

It takes him a moment to process that you're being harassed

When he does he’s by you in an instant and is menacingly standing behind the person harassing you

If the presence of an S-class doesn't intimidate them he would take them out back for a little ‘chat’

Cuddles up with you afterwards to make sure you’re ok

Also tries to cook dinner for you

His hand wraps around the harassers with an iron grip so tight you were surprised there wasn't a cracking sound. “Is there gonna be a problem here?” his voice was low and threatening, he sounded like he was seconds away from yelling profanities right there.

The man snapped his head around looking ready to retort but quickly stopped once he saw who was behind him.

“Ah- not at all!” he said sounding like a child being scolded

“You’ll be going then right?” though Baddo phrased it like a question it came out like a command. The man quickly scurried away.

Garou:

Dine’s and Dashes at your workplace a few times before you have to ask him to stop

Teasing, Teasing and more Teasing

Sometimes asks if he can get some leftovers (how could you say no to him!?)

Occasionally may take up a part-time shift or two

Gets pretty jealous about other people seeing you in your uniform and makes it pretty well known

When he isn't doing hero hunter business he’s mostly hanging around your place of work

When he sees you being harassed he’s probably already punched the guy in the face

If you don’t want him to start a fight in the restaurant he’ll happily drag the guy outside

Pretty bad at comforting you but tries his best, he’ll take you out for a walk through the park and buy you some icecream

After he heard what the man had said he was behind him, looking almost like a predator looking down at its prey, “Oi, What’s goin’ on here?”

“Huh? Who the hell are you!?” the man turned around looked Garou in the eye only to realize his mistake and tried to look away.

By now some of the other staff had come over and taken you away from the scene, yet you were still close enough to see what happened next.

Garou tightly grabbing the man by the scruff of his neck and dragging him out of the restaurant and into the back alley.

#aries writing #x reader #one punch man #baddo x reader #metal bat x reader #garou my beloved #garou headcanons #garou x reader #metal bat headcanons #baddo headcanobs #one punch man headcanons #opm headcanons

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1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess · 3 years ago

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spuǝıɹɟʎoq sɐ uǝdʎɥuƎ

(Enhypen as boyfriends)

Pairing: OT7 x gn!reader

Warnings: Alcohol and language, other than that none. (^v^)

Type: Headcanon

Genre: Fluff (sorry devils, today is not your day)

AN: Just wanted to bless you with something before I go on hiatus. It didn't come out quite the way I wanted but I'll edit it when I come back.

"EEEMMOOOO BOYFRIEND"

if it was 2011 and you were dating this clown you'd be getting laughed at non-stop

- but it's 2021 and suddenly everybody wants their own emo boyfriend

unfortunately, not everybody's partner can pull off the look but yours...

damn... yours pulls it off like he created the style

if you're also into that emocore aesthetic he'll probably call you every night before school so you guys can plan outfits

if it's not really your style he also doesn't mind

kinda, sorta, low-key finds how you two are complete opposites (and I quote) "cute or hot or whatever" - emo heeseung 2021

not really big on PDA

sends you song recommendations

talks through music/ playlists (doesn't write or sing songs, he just finds making sentences with song titles fun)

TOTALLY DOESN'T HAVE A TEMPORARY TATTOO OF: "< HS + Y/N3" ON HIS RIBCAGE OR WHATEVER

- wants to tell you he loves you but doesn't wanna seem like a softie

- HATES SPORTS

-y'all can't tell anybody that I told you but... he's still kinda sour over the whole incident...

What incident you say?

- During P.E. last year they were playing dodgeball and he got hit in the.... yeah. YOU DIDN'T HEAR IT FROM ME!

- Dates often happen at night because he hates the sun.

- heeseung is the kind of boyfriend to take you to a heavy metal concert but completely forget about you the second it starts.

" Oh MY GOD, IT'S STARTING! MOVE!" don't mess with this boy and his tunes

- when the concert ends he apologises and offers to make it up with ice cream or a "holding hands in the hallway" coupon which is a super big deal knowing this guy hates anything too touchy XD

Jay:

"the extension of your mother" boyfriend

- you know those couples that work out even after high school? that's you guys

- definitely, a giver when it comes to affection

- "Did you eat yet? Hey, I know you're tired but you have to finish your assignments if you wanna pass. Want me to get you anything from the store?"

cooks dinner some days and cleans the apartment on others

makes a schedule for house chores

the reward for when you do them is kisses and cuddles

lowkey has to bribe you to do most things

"c'mon y/n you were meant to clean the windows today. I did them last week and the week before."

genuinely cares about your well-being

likes spending time with you indoors when it's cold or raining outside.

don't even get started on PDA

wants everybody to know you two are together and he plans to keep it that way.

when you're waiting in line for something he likes to hold your hand and swing them back and forth.

not in a bad way but he likes making it known that you two are together

Not in the annoying way that we all hate like when couples kiss every second of the day but more like people envy you.

You're more of a Pinterest couple

"oh my gosh, I wish I had my own jay." "I want what they have." "If only my crush would notice me so we could be just like them."

- dates are never during the week, this man prioritizes his studies.

not that he doesn't care about you.

"I do care about you... just not more than my studies. wait shit that sounded bad. I don't mean it like that. I-" yeah it's bad but you get what he means so he stops panicking and makes it up to you by making an exception to take Friday as a chill day.

Dates are literally everything on your bucket list.

Drive-in theatre? Check

Dine and dash? check. although it was his friend's dad's restaurant and he paid in advance but you don't know that.

Wants to be the guy you have all your first with. Okay not all but most.

Enjoys making the most of everything when it comes to you.

Also home dates with him >>>>>>>

Sets up the table, classic music playing from youtube on your tv

Kinda just laughs it off when ads come on.

"Remind me to get YouTube premium"

honestly, he just cares about you and if you're happy, he's happy.

Jake:

"box of chocolates" boyfriend (you never know what you're going to get...

It's not like you forget you're dating him but that's just how comfortable you feel with him

It's not one of those best friends to lover sort of things but your relationship dynamic seems like close friends who just happen to make out and hold hands and write each other notes all the time, totally normal.

to be honest that's how you started out but you just decided to give it a label so people could get off your backs asking when you'll go out

EXTREMELY NICE GUY

very nice to hug

enjoys anything that is mentally challenging

"Y/n, I bought this 3 600 piece puzzle, wanna help me build it."

The only reason you agreed to do it was because you didn't want him to be sad and mopey and you know you'd feel worse if you were to see him building it by himself...

you would love to move in with Jake but there are just a few problems...

leaves dishes all over his room

only remembers to clean them up when you say you're coming over

since you two don't live together he uses you visiting as motivation to kinda fix his act

blasts music really loud

hangs out with his friends a hell of a lot, which you don't mind but sometimes it gets annoying when they come over and make a hell of a ruckus. You once invited Jake over to your place and he didn't tell you he was bringing a plus one. The sunset dinner for two turned into a moonlit dinner for two and a half.

his friend also managed to break one of Yuki (your favourite house plant)

that person is banned from visiting now...

video calls on weekends

doesn't like home dates

prefers to go out

beach dates

restaurant dates

bungee jumping date... wait BUNGEE JUMPING DATE?

extremist. so he loves the outdoors a lot.

PDA YES YES AND YES.

Takes any and every opportunity he gets to kiss you.

Back Hugs while waiting in line for something...

hopefully, you're ready for a whirlwind romance with this one

Sunghoon:

"Mr Perfect" boyfriend

People who have never dated before have expectations of what dating is like or what type of characteristics a partner should possess.

Most often than not people are disappointed with their firsts... not you though.

NGL at first from what your friends had told you, dating wasn't all that and to say you were not looking forward to your first s/o was an understatement but boy oh boy were you surprised when Sunghoon asked you out.

Took you to a really nice restaurant (it's his grandmas)

food was awesome

and he knows how to hold a conversation

one thing you love about him is how he's an energy matcher

you might be in a goofy mood, he's not the type to ask "wtf is wrong with you" he'd just play along.

PDA 50/50

sometimes it's simple hand kisses while waiting in line for something or holding hands

other times it's not that he doesn't want to but he's more of a practicality sort of guy.

like "is it really necessary for me to hold their hand right now? like we're at the pharmacy and they're talking to the doctor. Imagine they need to take out their medical aid or something and I'm holding their hand and I have to let go? That's so embarrassing."

Is lowkey just scared of rejection...

Dates are always really enjoyable

Almost like directly out of a movie.

Likes going on walks a lot

Really into romantic stuff so he probably books a cooking class for two or a dance class.

anything where you two get to be close with each other he loves.

Before dates, he's a mess though

Calls you to ask if his outfit is ok

triple checking that the place he booked was booked for the correct day

Makes sure both your phones are fully charged because of pictures duh?

Late nights with him >>>>>

You'd think he calls to hear your voice? oh no, it's very much the other way around. He knows you like his voice so he'll have a list of things ready to talk about just to keep a conversation going so he has a lot to say which guarantees that he'll be talking for a while.

For your anniversary, he gave you a cd. It didn't have anything on the cover but he told you to only play it when you're driving long distances by yourself.

*inserts cd and presses play* "testing? testing? 1, 2, 3? hope this works... HEY Y/N. Welcome to seven hours of your favourite person's voice."

You giggled at how silly he could be but really appreciate all he does for you.

Sunoo:

"poetry guru" boyfriend

IDK he just seems like the type of guy to read you poetry and shii

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"

Shakespeare in the house

very romantic

never ceases to amaze you

writes note and poetry of his own, inspired by you of course.

hands you note when he sees you in the hallways or puts them in your locker.

valentines day is like every other day but x10

normally it's like notes and sometimes sweets but now it's a giant teddy bear, chocolate and a whole poem with that old-timey music playing from his laptop in the back.

the way I describe it doesn't do justice to how perfect he makes valentines day.

offers to walk you home

buys you water for the walk home since you live pretty far from school

would offer you a ride home but his mother doesn't allow him to date and she doesn't think her son is the type of person to just have friends

"who were you talking to just now? Are you dating them? What did I say about dating Kim Sunoo?!"

gets an earful when his mom sees you holding hands

his parents talked about it over the weekend so now he's allowed to date.

You didn't think it made such a difference but turns out that valentines day and every other secret relationship day was nothing

Gives you piggybacks to class

takes notes for you when you're absent

personally delivers them to your house

this one time he had a carriage come pick you up for school and you got scolded XD

never a moment when you don't feel loved

dates are super extravagant

always at his house since his parents are strict but it's always something different

horse riding

golf

fancy lunch prepared by his personal chef and butler

you two lowkey try to set them up together only to find out the chef has kids and a boyfriend...

butler was so heartbroken, he quit... yikes.

one thing you love about each other is either one smiles

they just light up a whole room

PDA... King of it like you remember the notes?

Memorized three whole sonnets to perform for you on your birthday

you lowkey find his intelligence and literature obsession attractive

Jungwon:

"Pinterest money" boyfriend

how he does it? you don't know

you and Jung-won are mutuals on Pinterest so you can always see what the other is up to

You have a feeling you're the only actual person he follows on Pinterest because almost every single date of yours has some resemblance to one of the pins in your "Ideal dates" board.

Either that or he takes you out to a theatre performance

Knows you have a knack for theatre and promises that one day he'll buy you a whole theatre and name it after you

You know he's joking but part of him truly wants to do that in the future because he loves you that much

picnics galore with the speaker and everything

orders food and runs to wait by the park entrance to pick it up

comes back and almost half the food is finished

looks at you with wide eyes, only realises now that he almost finished everything "oh, sorry y/n. um, you can have the rest."

you have to reassure him that it's ok and you understand because you know... that's what any person would do. Hunger is a normal human feeling y'all.

You share some with him still because he wasn't full yet.

he looks so cute with full cheeks

you enjoy learning dances with him

sometimes he helps you memorize lines for your upcoming plays

lowkey wants to start acting because of you...

it's a relationship where you both just take care of each other and provide comfort to one another...

Niki:

"First Rodeo" boyfriend

"hey y/n, can I let you in on a secret?"

"Yeah sure Riki, what is it?"

"This is actually my first time ever dating somebody..."

"WHAT? NOOOO. I HAD NO IDEA?!"

"damn, was it that obvious?"

"Riki, for our first date you took me to your cousin's 16th birthday party. It was EXTREMELY obvious... but I love you anyway"

LMFAO, Riki learnt everything he knew from Movies and older people around him.

Not a great place to start but it's the effort that counts

Might've helped if he learnt from the romance novels you recommended him before you started dating but you know, it's fine. Forgive and forget

You're in charge of date planning now, it's the decision you both agreed to make since that day

some might wonder why you even bothered going on a second date with him

he's a sweet guy

just a little inexperienced

tbh both of you were but you actually do your research ToT

stopped asking his friends for help

he asks his mom now

got scolded after telling his mom that you two's first date was a party.

doesn't know if he got scolded because he went to his cousin's party or because that's what your first date was.

he doesn't bother asking though, he just avoids the party scene in general after that

you were HIGHKEY nervous when he asked if he could plan your next date but when he invited you over for a meal that he... MOST DEFINITELY 100% TOTES NO EXTRA HELP FROM HIS MOM, cooked by himself for you... your nerves were washed away by the divine flavour provided by the dish

fought over who would get seconds since there was a little bit left but you decided to share it

he's the kind of boyfriend to always worry about you but doesn't want to come across as clingy or as if he has nothing better to do.

He always asks you for help with homework, not because he doesn't understand it (well yes, that is sort of the reason) but also because he enjoys your company and being within close proximity of you

very happy you're his first s/o and the same can be said for you

AN: I won't even lie to you. Rereading this, jake's one is hella all over the place but yeah. I'll fix it when I have time. So sorry. This was rushed.

also...when I watched the en-log where I got the picnic picture from (Jungwon), I was just ahh, I had a cuteness overload because the way he was just having a little picnic and eating chicken in the park with his speaker but then it started to get dark out and I'm assuming it was getting later in the day and he said "It's almost time for work" and I felt so bad because he's only 16 and he's working his ass off and he has a full-time job and I'm like damn what about school? I know they have education and stuff but I genuinely feel bad sometimes because they can't live normal lives and these young kids are working their asses off so early on in life but yeah anyways...)

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i-simp-for-gintoki · 3 years ago

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One piece Fluffy headcanons

Aight im feelin kinda soft tonight so take some random headcanons with some one piece characters

Characters: Ace, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Robin, Law

lmao sanji is pink thats kinda funny

Okay but cuddling with Ace would be amazing, especially during winter cause hes a literal furnace and can easily keep you warm

Imagine Ace getting an excited smile at the sight of you and rushing to giving you a bone crushing hug, with marco and deuce sighing in the background cause its only been 10 minutes since you last saw each other

Taking naps with Zoro throughout the day and just laying on his arm or chest

Getting Zoro to actually bathe more than once a week, even if it means chillin with him in the bath and probably passing out

Luffy would literally wrap his arms around you and give you such a tight hug over the littlest things

When you guys see a new island, Luffy always makes sure to grab onto you before running off to explore

Just relaxing with Robin, peacefully reading a new book and talking about it with each other later on

Sanji actually loving you for who you are and not based on appearance😩

Attempting to dine and dash with Ace but he passes out and gets caught

Having Law listen to you talk about your day and giving a soft smile(behind closed doors ofc)

luffy sharing one, maybe two bites of meat with you

Sanji making you a lunchbox and having little compliments written down inside them

saying “i love you” to Zoro and having him get flustered and very quietly say it back

or hed just go “yeah”

Ace, Luffy and Sanji not hesitating to shout “i love you” so the world can know

And finally just imagine having some coffee with Law, not really saying anything but simply enjoying each others presence

#ace x reader #zoro x reader #law x reader #sanji x reader #robin x reader #luffy x reader #one piece x reader #portgas d ace #roronoa zoro #sanji #trafalgar law #nico robin #monkey d luffy #dumpling writes

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nejiraez · 4 years ago

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date night gone wrong | todobakudeku hc

@remi7k requested: Could you bless us with headcannons of the guys reactions (Bakugou, Shoto, and anyone of your choice) on a date with their S/O and the waiter keeps flirting with her in front of them and it’s pissing them off. Por favor❤️❤️

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Bakugou doesn’t like eating outside food. He always prefers his cooking over the “processed crap” that fast-food chains and restaurants provide.

So if he were to be taking his S/O out, chances are that he’s not eating shit. He’d much rather watch you eat and be content while he just sips on a glass of water.

So, the one time that this grump is thoughtful enough to bring you out to eat on a date? His patience is tested and by the waiter of all people.

Bakugou doesn’t appreciate the way your server keeps throwing you heart eyes whenever he passes your table. Bakugou’s not stupid, he has eyes just like the average person does and could see how attractive you were.

So the fact that you’d gain a few pairs of eyes on you was nothing out of the norm. However, the fact that someone was doing this so boldly, right in front of him? In front of your B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D?

Either they’re thick-skulled and couldn’t pick up on the fact that you two came here together, alone, on a date, or they were provoking him purposefully.

Either or, it pissed Bakugou the fuck off.

“See?” Bakugou says, nodding his head across the room towards the waiter who kept giving you fleeting glances. “This is why I said we have food at home.”

“Relax, he’s harmless…” You say, nudging your elbow into your boyfriend’s side to shake him from the dirtiest, stank look he was throwing at the server any chance he could get. “He’s just doing his job.”

Oh, but Bakugou doesn’t think so. Not at all. His eyes don’t miss the way the waiter gets all fidget-y whenever he hands you your plate, or how his eyes linger lower than they should be whenever he comes to refill your glass.

Bakugou hates it all.

And God forbid if your waiter tries to flatter you with those “It’s on the house” or “It’s on me” lines when they try to woo you with free dessert.

Bakugou would be quick to snag the pint of ice cream from grasp, shoving a spoonful of the treat into his mouth. “She’s lactose intolerant. So, beat it.”

Knowing damn well you weren’t.

“--Katsuki!”

By the end of it all when he was paying the bill for you (to which he begrudgingly left a tip for, on your behalf and yours alone), he makes sure to take you by the hand, fingers intertwined with yours to say, “Okay, let’s leave, babe. This shit’s got me tired.” Ensuring that the word babe, rolled nice and slow off from the tip of his tongue.

Bakugou asserting his dominance all while being a petty, yet protective, boyfriend. ~

TODOROKI SHOUTO

Honestly, Todoroki’s gonna miss the first few signs that your server may be trying to get with his S/O. But that’s all because this man only has his sights focused on you.

He adores watching how giddy you become whenever your orders come by, or how you urge him to taste some of your food.

“So what’s the event for tonight? You two came down here as friends? Hanging out on a Friday night?” Your server would ask you directly, not really caring for Todoroki’s answer. His back would even be facing your boyfriend every time he swung around.

And that’s when things began to go downhill.

“Oh!” You laugh to dial down the tense atmosphere that had suddenly swirled around your particular booth. Todoroki was still, and you don’t miss the way his jaw tenses at the ‘friends’ title. “We’re actually-”

“I’m her boyfriend, actually,” Todoroki interjects with a clipped tone. He frowns at his food, picking at the plate with an uninterested glare. “We’re together.”

You thought that affirmation would have been enough for the guy to cool it on his flirtatious tendencies, but God no.

“Ah, I can see why!” He casts a playful wink your way, “You’re a very beautiful girl.”

Your eyes bug out at his bold confession and a concerned smile graces your lips, all while Todoroki doesn’t even bother masking the fact of how peeved he is.

Without his knowledge, Todoroki’s quirk is set off and the table is encased in a layer of his glossy, cold ice all from the power of his right hand.

An as soon as your waiter leaves you two to your own devices, Todoroki is quick to act.

He wastes no time in switching seats, to get up from his spot only for him to slide into your side of the booth that he could be seated right next to you. “How irritating.” He’d hiss under his breath, taking a harsh stab at his food.

For the remainder of your date night, Todoroki acts hard-headed, making the job for the waiter ten times harder than it needed to be.

Anytime that the waiter would try to hand you your plate or a new glass, this motherfucker absolutely would not move an inch.

So to get to you, the guy would have to go through him first, quite literally. That, or he’d have to politely ask your stoic boyfriend to move out of the way, to which Shouto would respond with a curt “Hurry on with it.”

You’ve never seen him act so out of character before (which was kinda attractive), the same law-abiding guy that you once knew was now prompting you to engage in a “dine and dash” with him.

To put it short, you two never stepped foot in that restaurant again.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Midoriya would do the absolute most out of the three to show that you two are dating, as a means to shoo away his competition.

He’s not big on confrontation, if anything, he’d try his damned best to avoid it. So he would probably opt out of the option of telling the waiter directly to “quit hitting on his S/O”.

Rather, Midoriya would always bring up the subject of your next upcoming dates with him, whenever the server so happens to pass by. “So, for our next date, where would you like to go? Anywhere... away from here?”

And he’d play footsies under the table with you to try and induce a laugh to show how much fun you two were having, that, or he’d ask for your hand across the table so he could hold and graze his thumb against the palm of your hand.

He’s very passive-aggressive about this. Making sure that his love for you is being shown but in a very loud and brazen fashion.

Hell, he’ll even step out of his comfort zone and go as far as to ask you to spoon feed him so of your food. “Can- May I try some of your food?”

And if that shit doesn’t work?

“Um, excuse me, but does your restaurant celebrate anniversaries?” Midoriya would question once he’s managed to successfully flag down opposing male to your table. “Because you see, my girlfriend and I are celebrating our second year anniversary today and she was really hoping if you’d put something together for that.”

The way you’d have to bite down on your tongue to hold back the laughter that threatened to bubble out past your lips. Watching Midoriya become all ‘territorial’ over you was one thing, but for him to go to such lengths… and to pin it on you?

Midoriya’s pride swells at the fact that a look of dejection flashes across the server’s face the moment the word “girlfriend” was left to linger through the air.

You’d have to sit and watch as the entire staff and kitchen would come out from the back, bringing you two cake and playing their song to celebrate you both, all while it wasn’t even your damn anniversary.

Midoriya on the other hand was enjoying it all. Flaunting off your relationship with him to scare off potential homewreckers was the highlight of his night out with you.

#bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #midoriya x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #bnha headcanons #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku

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tsuki-sennin · 3 years ago

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Don! Don! Donbrothers~! Don! Don! Donbura going~! Don! Don! Don Brothers~!

Don Don Don Don Don Don! Yeeah~!

What's this sorry state for, eh!? It's the second ever of what I'm callin' Momo Monday~! Break out your finest peach sake and find a fine-ass honey or fella to party with! Maybe one or more of each or either, or hit the dance floor with friends instead! Nobody's getting left out today! Don don! Matsuri! Matsuri da~! Hahahahahahahahaha~!

Oh, and uh... Spoilers, I guess...

-Hmm... this recap's definitely not as snappy as Setchan's.

-Yo, boss!

-Don Kaito gives no fucks.

-ihjhjjhgklg YES

-Zenryoku Zenkai!

-Hey, that phrase is as good as "I swear on my mother's life!", or "Ikki ni ikuze!" or "My grandmother once said...", you better put some respect on that phrase, Don Kaito! Speaking of which, I can't believe Cure Precious Yui Nagomi is the second coming of Souji Tendou. She's even cooking like he does, that's honestly insane to me. That's some Deliciousmile homaging right there.

-Anyways, Haruka is a good girl, she didn't do no plagiarism. ...at least, I assume.

-Man, the flow of the theme is sick.

-Oh yeah~!

-TAROU NO

-Oh! He's safe now!

-Awwwww, Tsuyoshi-san... :(

-I've dislocated a knee before, so I feel that insane pain.

-He's just... some guy.

-Wife man :)

-Awww, power of love :)

-Alright, lunch~!

-OH GOD NOT JANKEN AGAIN

-Ah, so Tarou plays his cards

-GILF Energy.

-You look fantastic for your age, Sanae-san!

-Oh c'mon, we're doing our best!

-Dude, you're trying to dine and dash, not cool.

-Oh wow... that's actually pretty great, not gonna lie. You must be that famous Shinichi Saruhara I've heard about.

-And I guess if Don Kaito's fine with it...

-Isono Sanae~!

-OOF

-Is that a goddamn train

-Doggo appears!

-GET HIS ASS

-Gotta hide.

-Rashonomiya Intersection, 3 o'clock.

-Oh, she's gone mad!

-Wow, these victims... are a lot less wacky feeling than

-I wonder... if Tarou's unable to lie, does that mean he can see through the Hitotsu-ki's lies?

-Train, Oni...

-We gotsa fight!

-Go, Haruka-chan! Fight Oni with Oni!

-Sonoi's cold-blooded as hell, goddamn.

-Oh look, it's Kagestar Guy! Sono... Sonoza, yes?

-Ah, yep!

-Well crap, we're doomed.

-BIRD!

-Leggy leggy.

-Dog!

-Wan wan!

-Alright, now we're up!

-Ryu So Cool~!

-Don't fight it man! Embrace the crossdress! We have like... 45 years worth of pink in our backlog. Asuna would be proud of such a sweet guy wearing her uniform!

-Oh hey, it's Don Momotaro! You can bow now, Haruka!

-What

-WHY IS HE SO SMOL

-Ora ora?

-I love the thought of these super serious assholes getting clowned on this hard, it's just... inherently funny.

-OH GOD YOU'RE CHOKING HER

-Moooooomotaro Zan! Momotaro Zan~!

-Don Don! Donbrothers!

-Oh god, Oni, Momotaro, Train... Looks like Donbrothers x Den-O was just foreshadowing for the second episode.

-...well, if it gets all the obvious stuff out of the way first and foremost, I guess I'm all for it!

-So, Zyuran Tyranno... I know it's just an alternate Zyuran, but

-DON'T SIT ON THE CONTROLS-

-Man, this CG honestly kinda fucks.

-So, what the heck happened

-68 and like a billion yen!

-Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I GET IT NOW. The monsters are themed after past Sentai. Sanae-san wanted to look younger, so she chose probably one of the more... kiddie Sentai seasons. And as a sort of inversion, she wanted to be an old woman in a younger gal's body, rather than being a kid in a grown up's body. Takes a lot of... Imagination, if you don't mind me saying. And Yoppy from last episode wanted to be the best, so he artificially emulated the Ryusoulger's strength and became a

-That funny red guy is absolutely Momoi Tarou. Sorry about that, Haruka-san.

-I know what your game is, Don Kaito. Or should I say... GOD? Yeah, I'm onto you! I can predict plot points in shows made for young children. Whaddup?

-Oh boy, Professor Monke's next episode!

-Yeah, this show slaps. I'm gonna love it a lot.

#don! don! it's a full force peachy festival!#avataro sentai donbrothers #donbrothers spoilers #super sentai #tsuki talks

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kpophours · 4 years ago

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Sweet Night (M)

➵ Stray Kids: Bang Chan x fem. reader / one shot, college AU, camping trip AU / fluff, smut / REQUESTED

➵ warnings: slight cursing, explicit mentions of sex (slight public teasing, orgasm denial, oral: receiving, slight choking)

➵ word count: 6k (lol oops)

a/n: after a few anon requests/inquiries, I decided to write this one shot as the second part to Way to You - you can absolutely read this on its own though.

I’M WALKING ON SUNSHINE, OOOOOOH! I’M WALKING ON-

Your eyes fly open as soon as the song starts blaring from somewhere beside you, and you blindly fumble for the alarm clock, thankfully managing to find the off-switch quite quickly. This very annoying clock was a horrible yet also kinda thoughtful birthday gift from Chan’s roommates, as it’s quite possibly the loudest one on the market, meaning it is able to wake literally anyone. It could probably even wake Dracula from his deep slumber in the depths of his castle somewhere in Romania. And while Chan might not be a vampire, he isn’t one to wake easily either, so this extremely loud alarm clock was the only solution your friends had been able to come up with. Which sadly means you experience something close to a heart attack every morning - or well, at least a few times a week, as you do still spend some nights at the apartment you share with Jisung.

You fall back into the pillows, heart still racing from the sudden noise. Pale sunlight filters through the curtains and into the otherwise dark room. You groan, blinking against the rays of light hitting you straight in the face, and turn around to cuddle into your boyfriend’s broad back. He hums, only half-awake himself, and turns around to wrap both arms around you, leaving a lazy kiss on your forehead.

Suddenly, there’s a crash from somewhere in the house, and you jump. Chan sighs deeply, and murmurs “Hyunjin, probably.” under his breath - it’s no secret that his roommate is a walking disaster. You don’t answer, only pressing a soft kiss on his naked chest. “How’d you sleep?”, he asks, one hand beginning to trace gentle patterns on your bare back. “Like a rock - which was exactly what I needed after my midterms.”, you answer, and he nods. “You more than deserved that, babe. I’m really proud of you, by the way. I’m sure you aced all your exams.”, he says, and you can’t help but smile at his sweet words. You look up at him, gently cupping his cheek, and kiss him. He basically melts against you, pulling you even closer towards him, and bites down on your lower lip to slide his tongue into your mouth. Before this can end in a steamy morning make-out session, there’s a knock on Chan’s door. He groans and draws back from you, expression grumpy. “What?”, he then yells, shooting daggers towards his door. “Just wanted to make sure you’re up, we’re supposed to be leaving in an hour!”, Felix answers, sounding way too cheerful so early in the morning. “Ugh, I hate morning people. Just once I want to get up in the morning without having to go through the seven stages of grief first.”, you mumble, your warm breath tickling Chan’s neck and making him giggle and wiggle away from you. “Yeah, we’re up!”, he quickly answers Felix, who shuffles away from the door, before turning towards you again, “Wait, aren’t there only five stages of grief? What are your extra two?” “Denial part two and astral projection.”, you answer, and Chan laughs before giving you a soft smile, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

“Breakfast?”, he then asks, and you nod. “Absolutely. I need coffee, and lots of it.”, you agree, and he rolls his eyes. “I swear, by now there’s definitely coffee running through your veins instead of blood.”, Chan mumbles, before jumping out of bed to grab his underwear from the floor. You just chuckle and follow him, but can’t seem to find your bra anywhere. “What the Hell…”, you mumble under your breath, twirling around once in a desperate attempt to locate it. “Uh. Looking for this?”, Chan asks and you follow his gaze. You both burst into loud laughter when you spot your bra happily dangling from the ceiling light. “Well, we had to be very fast yesterday evening. Clothes went flying, and quite literally it seems.”, you say, lips twitching while you stand on your tiptoes to get your bra, and Chan nods in agreement. “Very fast indeed - but we couldn’t let the others begin the movie night without us! We had valid reasons.” He grins and wraps both arms around your waist to pull you close to him again, giving you a quick peck on the lips. When you want to deepen the kiss, he draws back again, expression stern. “No time for that, we have to get ready, eat breakfast and you still need to pack some of your stuff before we can leave. And we don’t want to let the others wait, right?” You sigh and pout. “No, we don’t, apparently.”, you just answer, and wiggle into your jeans and turtleneck, finally ready to leave the privacy of Chan’s room and get something to eat.

The scent of fresh coffee and pancakes greets you when you arrive downstairs, and you inhale deeply. Felix is standing in front of the stove, humming a soft tune under his breath while working on making the tower of pancakes beside him even taller. He turns around when you enter the kitchen, giving you his signature sunshine smile. “Morning, Y/N.”, he greets you, “Slept well?” You nod and peek over his shoulder. “Yup. And have I ever told you how much I love you?”, you ask, stealing a piece of pancake directly out of the pan, and Felix tries to swat your hand away before he chuckles. “Shouldn’t you say that to Chan, not to me?”, he replies, and your boyfriend, just entering the kitchen behind you, sighs deeply. “She’s an opportunist, meaning she’ll tell anyone she loves them if it means she gets what she wants, so beware. I actually rarely hear her say it to me.”, Chan says warningly, and you shoot him a dark look. “Oh shut up, that’s so not true. I tell you I love you at least once or twice a day, you needy baby.”, you grumble, and just then, Minho joins the small kitchen party. “Needy baby? You’re not talking about Hyunjin, are you?”, he asks, ruffling his crazy bed hair while filling a mug with coffee, sighing contently when he takes the first sip. You grin and shake your head, before taking a mug out of the cabinet yourself.

Said roommate also enters the kitchen just then, face looking quite puffy. You raise both eyebrows. “Did you cry yourself to sleep last night?”, you ask, and take a sip of coffee to hide your shit-eating grin. Hyunjin throws you a dark glare, and crosses both arms in front of his chest. “No. But I did have a slight mental breakdown after realizing I probably failed my last exam yesterday, so I decided to treat myself to some late-night-ramen, and now I look like this.”, he points at his face, beginning to pout, “God just hates pretty people, he’s clearly punishing me for my dashing looks.” “Or maybe he just doesn’t like narcissists.”, Jeongin offers when he enters the kitchen, shoving Minho out of the way to get to the kitchen cabinet almost overflowing with mugs. You decide it’s finally getting too crowded in the kitchen, and leave it again. You’re absolutely not a morning person, and can’t deal with the boys’ constant bickering without having experienced the positive effect of the caffeine you’re currently consuming.

Seungmin is sitting on one of the sofas, currently scrolling through Instagram and apparently trying to like every cute puppy pic in existence. “Morning.”, you greet him and take a seat beside him, peeking over his shoulder and cooing at an extremely cute baby golden retriever. Seungmin just greets you with a curt nod of his head, not being a morning person either, and keeps scrolling. Minutes later, Felix enters the living room, balancing a giant plate of fresh pancakes in front of him while all the other boys follow him like stray dogs. “What would you guys even do without Felix cooking for you all the time?”, you ask, mouth watering when you inhale the delicious smell. “Starve and die.”, Seungmin deadpans, while Jeongin answers: “We’d have to look at Hyunjin’s ugly bloated face every day because we’d solely live off ramen.” Hyunjin hits the back of his head for that, but the younger boy just shoots him his cheshire cat grin. “I mean, I could cook too, I guess.”, Chan says, frowning, and everyone bursts into loud laughter. “Wow okay, I’ll try not to take this personally…”, your boyfriend grumbles, and sits down at the dining table. You slide onto the chair next to him, and pat his thigh affectionately. “I love you, babe, but you literally didn’t know how to whisk eggs when we wanted to bake cookies last week.”, you say, and Chan sighs. “That’s... sadly fair. But I could learn!”

“No offense, but we actually like our kitchen intact - thanks for your humble offering though. If Felix should die unexpectedly, we might get back to you.”, Minho answers, and before the situation can escalate into a playful bickering battle, Felix yells “SO, WHO WANTS PANCAKES?!”, successfully managing to distract everyone.

One and a half hours later, everyone is packed and ready to go - you’ve planned this little getaway for almost two months now, everyone having finished their first round of exams at this time of year and being able to just relax for a bit. For some reason, the boys had wanted to go camping, and as you, Jisung’s girlfriend Lina and Hyunjin’s girlfriend Marie were clearly outnumbered by the boys, you hadn’t really had the chance to disagree with them. But you honestly don’t even mind, having gone camping lots of times already and just being happy to enjoy some time with your closest friends. Only Changbin won’t be able to join you guys, as he’s currently doing an internship and wasn’t able to request some time off.

Chan is just about to lock the front door to the frat house, when Jeongin zooms past you, yelling for his older roommate to wait. “I forgot something extremely important!”, he explains, almost breathless, and disappears into the house again. “What’s he getting now?”, your boyfriend wonders, and shoots you a questioning gaze. You just shrug, and let your bag fall to the ground, too lazy to hold onto it while waiting for the youngest of your group. A few minutes later, Jeongin comes back, a huge grin on his face and a giant stuffed animal in his arms. Chan blinks a few times, and opens his mouth to say something, but he gets cut off by the younger boy: “You guys can cuddle with each other, but I’d rather throw myself off a cliff than cuddle with Minho, Felix or Seungmin, whoever I’ll end up sharing a tent with. But I do wanna cuddle with someone, so Mr. Sunshine it is.”, he explains stoically, and you just nod in support. “I totally get that, plus I wouldn’t be too sure that Minho doesn’t just turn into a bat or something like that during the night. He’s at least part demon, we all know that.”, you say, and Jeongin giggles.

You’re truly prepared to give him anything whenever he smiles at you like this, his eyes almost disappearing, teeth almost blindingly bright. While you detain from squishing his cheeks, you do poke the dimple on his left one, being too endeared by him. He swats your hand away, of course he does, but you still bask in the victory of having poked his cheek. One thing to cross off your to-do-list for today.

“Okay, let’s go to the others.”, Chan finally says after locking the house, and without you having to say anything, he takes his and your bag and walks over to where the others are waiting beside the cars. Chivalry is not dead and you’re ready to swoon over your amazing boyfriend. “Okay, we still have to pick up Jisung, Lina and Marie.”, Chan says after he’s put your bags into the trunk of his car, “So, who’s gonna ride in which car?” “Well I obviously want to ride with Marie.”, Hyunjin says, a goofy smile on his face - they have been together for almost a year now, but he’s still very much extremely whipped for her, but luckily, she seems to feel the exact same way -, and Minho murmurs a sarcastic “Shocking, really.” under his breath. “I want Jisung and Lina in our car.”, you quickly say, and Chan gives you a short nod. Of course you’d say that - Jisung is your best friend after all, and you’ve grown quite close to Lina as well. You’re also good friends with Marie, but Jisung just wins this round - not that you’d ever tell that to his face, he’s too cocky as it is, no need to push his ego even more. “Then Minho, you take Hyunjin, Marie, Felix and Seungmin, and I take Y/N, Jisung, Lina and Jeongin, okay?”, Chan suggests, and everyone agrees. Five minutes later, all the bags are safely stored away and everyone has taken their seats. Being Chan’s girlfriend means you get to ride shotgun, something you’re more than thankful for, knowing how crowded the backseat is going to be once you’ve picked up Jisung and Lina. “See you in a bit!”, Felix yells through his open window, and flashes you his extremely cute gummy smile. You wave at him, immediately returning his smile, and successfully ignore Minho’s mock salute and cocky grin while he backs out of his parking spot, almost cutting Chan off.

Twenty minutes later, Jisung and Lina are squished into the backseat with Jeongin, all three having bright smiles on their faces. “Road trip, whoop!”, Jisung yells and gives you a high five, “Happy to have a few days with y’all before we have to face the sad reality of probably having failed most of our exams!” Lina beside him rolls her eyes. “Stop being so dramatic, I’m sure most of us will have aced everything.”, she says, and Jisung wraps his arm around her and kisses her temple. “Sorry, but I have literally only one functioning brain cell and I use it to overthink.”, he explains, yelping when she playfully tickles his side. You chuckle at their bickering, and hit play on your road trip playlist - a second later, Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody fills the car, all of you immediately beginning to sing along. “LET’S GO!”, Chan yells over the sad attempts of everyone trying to imitate Freddy Mercury, and backs out of the parking lot. You smile and interlace your fingers with his. He cheekily returns your smile, and raises your intertwined hands to his lips to press a soft kiss against your knuckles. Over a year of being with him, but you still swoon over this simple yet sweet gesture. Yes, you’re just that whipped for your boyfriend, and what about it.

It doesn’t take long for you guys to arrive on the interstate, you and Jisung trying to trump each other's impressions of Beyoncé singing Single Ladies (and failing miserably, sorry Queen B). Your belly almost hurts from laughing with your friends, and you can’t wait for the rest of the weekend to begin.

Minho’s car arrives before Chan’s, and of course he’s gloating about it the second you guys join forces again. But you can let him have this small victory, and decide to just ignore him for now, helping Chan get the bags out of his car and to the campsite. It’s quite cold, the air crisp now that the sun is slowly beginning to set again, but you brought lots of blankets and sleeping bags, so you should be fine. And at least the weather means there aren’t any other campers here right now, so you have the whole area, including the washing rooms, to yourselves, which is nice.

Setting up camp takes longer than anticipated, mostly because Jisung somehow manages to crash into his and Lina’s almost finished tent twice, which means they have to start from the very beginning again. She truly has the patience of a saint, simply smacking him over the head rather playfully before picking up the sad remains of their tent to begin the whole building process again. Chan and you, having gone camping lots of times already, are quickest with finishing your tent, so afterwards you offer to help Jisung and Lina with theirs, while Chan does the same for Minho and Jeongin. Marie, an experienced scout, has set up hers and Hyunjin’s tent in record time as well, and takes pity on Felix and Seungmin, quickly building the tent for them. After an hour, your camp has successfully been built, and everyone begins to search for firewood.

Felix decides to make a giant pot of spicy chili sin carne for tonight’s dinner, and as soon as all the plates are filled, your conversations slowly dwindle down, everyone too busy with eating. “Lix, you’re a cooking genius, Gordon Ramsey found jobless.”, Marie says around a mouthful of chili, giving the blonde boy a bright smile and the thumbs up. He waves her compliment aside, blushing profoundly. “Thanks, but it’s honestly not that difficult - you just have to follow the recipe, if you’re too scared to improvise.”, he murmurs, and she throws a small piece of kindling at him. “You should really learn how to take compliments.”, she teases playfully, and he shrugs. “Okay, okay, I’m the best cook ever.”, he says sarcastically, and Minho raises one eyebrow. “Whoa, now don’t get ahead of yourself.”, he replies, and Felix smacks him over the head. “You can’t cook at all, so for once, you should just stay quiet.”, you say, and Minho sighs dramatically. “What can I say… We all have our weaknesses. I, for example, am extremely good-looking and tragically funny.”

You almost choke on your chili because of his audacity, and lift your fork in front of your face, staring through it and at Minho, who just frowns at you. “What are you doing? Why are you looking at me through your fork?”, he asks, obviously confused by your behavior, and you give him a lopsided smile. “I’m pretending you’re in jail, it’s spiritually healing.”, you explain, and Chan beside you bursts into laughter, the others following him quickly. Minho begins to pout and sticks out his tongue at you, always the mature one. “It’s okay if you don’t enjoy my dashing looks and hilarious humor, not everyone has good taste. That’s why you picked Chan over me after all.”, he claims, and you answer by throwing a piece of wood his way, making him squeal and dive for cover. Just then, the flames of your fire flicker and slowly begin to die down. Seungmin, Jeongin and Hyunjin stand up to go get some more firewood, but somehow, the latter one’s shoe gets caught between two logs and with a loud yelp, he tumbles to the ground. “What the Hell is he doing?!”, Chan groans, and Jeongin deadpans “Sadly his best.”, before he begins walking over towards his friend to help him, but Marie is faster, already dragging her boyfriend up from the ground with tears of laughter in her eyes. Hyunjin’s cheeks are red from embarrassment and he murmurs something about nature being out to get him, before he, Marie and the other two boys disappear into the forest to get more firewood.

The rest of the evening is filled with playful banter, soft guitar music from Jisung, and funny childhood stories. Lina soon begins to nod off, her head resting on her boyfriend’s shoulder while he continues to strum a soft tune on his guitar, humming along. When he notices his girlfriend is about to wander into Morpheus’ realm though, he’s quick to place the guitar back into its bag, and wraps both arms around her. “I think it’s time for us to retire, huh?”, he says, leaving a gentle kiss on Lina’s forehead. She blinks sleepily, and smiles up at him. “It’s pretty safe to assume that at any given moment, I want to go back to sleep - so yes, I agree, time to retire.”, she answers, and Jisung chuckles, before standing up to declare: “Well, we’re off to bed now!” Minho and Seungmin boo immediately, while Jeongin murmurs something like “Old people” under his breath - even though he’s literally only one year younger than most of you guys.

“So, as I’m legally required to kiss my homies goodnight, y’all getting some smooches!”, Jisung says, already walking towards where Hyunjin and Marie are sitting, bodies entangled and breaths mingling. Hyunjin looks up and shoots his friend a murderous look. “I swear, if you kiss me, I’m going to dump you into the river.”, he threatens, but Jisung just grins. “How about you dump your girlfriend instead and run away with me? We’d make such a pretty couple.”, he says, making Hyunjin roll his eyes. “Bro, no offense, but I’d be the pretty one in this relationship, and while everyone can clearly see you already have quite the experience being the ugly one in a relationship” with that, Hyunjin first points at Jisung and then at Lina, who bursts out laughing, “I don’t think I’m ready to hear your constant whining about my face being prettier than yours. So thanks, but no thanks, I’ll stay with Marie.” “Wow, I feel so honored and loved right now, babe.”, Marie says sarcastically, “But does this mean you think you’re the pretty one in this relationship as well?” Hyunjin goes into instant panic mode, quickly reassuring his girlfriend that she’s far prettier than him, while she tries to keep a stern expression on her face, but everyone can clearly see the way her lips twitch. She just loves teasing Hyunjin, and you honestly can’t blame her for that, especially not when it’s just so easy.

“Okay, goodnight, then!”, Lina interrupts their playful bickering, and gives everyone a soft smile, before dragging Jisung towards their tent. Everyone wishes them a good night and sweet dreams as well, and then Seungmin clears his throat. “Time for some ghost stories, don’t you think?”, he says, voice low and grin almost evil when his eyes find Hyunjin, who immediately falls silent. Everyone knows he’s a huge scaredy cat, which is quite funny seeing as his own girlfriend is a big fan of horror movies and stories. Truly a match made in Heaven. Seungmin just raises one eyebrow, expression challenging - but when no one contradicts him, he begins to tell his first ghost story.

It doesn’t take long until Hyunjin is pretty much sitting on Marie’s lap, shooting daggers at his friend while his girlfriend is trying very hard not to laugh at him. You yourself cuddle closer to your own boyfriend, smiling when he presses a soft kiss against your temple. Your eyes rest on the big bonfire, following some sparks drifting into the dark night sky from time to time, and you sigh contently. This, right here, is your happy place - in the midst of your friends, just laughing and joking with them, not a care in the world. Midterms lie behind you, and you’re currently not even thinking about your grades for once, your anxiety at rest. This trip was truly a great idea, maybe even Jisung’s best one so far.

“Okay, wanna hear a really creepy one-”, Seungmin begins, and Hyunjin has finally had enough, standing up and taking Marie’s hand into his. “Well, goodnight!”, he says, a determined expression on his face, and pulls his girlfriend towards their tent. Marie suppresses an amused smile at her boyfriend’s dramatics, and waves at everyone, before following him inside the tent. Seungmin just grins evilly and shrugs. “He’s so soft hearted.”, he then says, and leans back, obviously content with his work. “Okay, maybe it’s three demons, not only two.”, you murmur into Chan’s ear, and he chuckles. You’re always joking about Minho and Hyunjin being demons, as they’re constantly testing your nerves by just being themselves, plus they were definitely the main plotters behind the plan to get you and Chan together - not that you’re complaining about it as their plan had worked pretty perfectly and in your favor. “In the end you’ll probably find that I live with six demons.”, your boyfriend murmurs, and begins to play with your fingers. You shake your head. “Oh no, Felix is definitely an angel, not a demon.”, you disagree, and Chan nods. “Okay, that’s true. The others though… Well, time will tell, I guess.” “Or holy water.” He just laughs and gives you a quick peck on the lips. When you want to deepen the kiss, he draws back. “Later.”, he murmurs against your lips, his deep voice rumbling in his chest, and you shiver involuntarily. He grins at your reaction, before turning his attention to Seungmin’s new ghost story again.

You on the other hand feel hot and bothered all of the sudden, and decide to tease your boyfriend a bit. So you place your hand on his thigh, not moving it for some time, until you slowly slide it higher, bit by bit. At first, Chan doesn’t seem to notice or care, until you’re getting dangerously close to his crotch. Then, he quickly leans forward so the others can’t see what you’re doing, and glares at you. “What are you doing?”, he asks, voice low, and you smile innocently. “Nothing.”, you answer, and have finally reached your desired destination, slowly beginning to palm his semi over his jeans. “How about you be a good girl and stop?”, he breathes out, but you know he doesn’t actually want you to stop - you know him well enough for that by now. Still, you decide to play along. “Oh, I’ll gladly be your good girl.”, you whisper, and quickly withdraw your hand. He groans at your words and the sudden lack of contact, and locks eyes with you. “Tent. Now.”, he grits out, and stands up, pulling you with him and hugging you from behind so your body hides his erection from the others. “We’re tired too, so goodnight!”, he says in a fake cheerful voice, and you have to hide your shit-eating grin while innocently waving at the others. “Oh you’re in so much trouble now, babe.”, Chan murmurs into your ear while you walk towards your tent, and bites down on your lobe. You feel arousal gather between your legs, stomach jolting at his words. You and Chan have a very playful relationship, full of bantering and loving jokes, and your dynamic in the bedroom isn’t that different - there’s a lot of bickering too, you being a total brat at times, while he’s more on the dominant side, enjoying making you obedient.

As soon as he closes the tent behind you and turns around to watch you with an almost predatory gaze, you know you might have been a bit too forward at the bonfire. But it’s too late to back down now, so you simply raise both eyebrows, a challenging expression on your face. “So you think touching me like that in front of our friends is okay?”, Chan asks, his voice low and dark. You tilt your head to one side. “I mean, you didn’t seem opposed to it, to be honest.”, you answer, and now he’s the one to lift both eyebrows. “I want you out of your clothes, now.”, your boyfriend orders, and for once, you follow his command immediately, knowing this is for your own good this time. So you quickly wiggle out of your jeans and take off your jumper, shivering in the cold night air. Only left in your panties and bra, Chan smirks to himself, before crawling over your body and beginning to kiss you slowly. You gasp into his mouth when one of his warm hands finds your waist, drawing lazy circles against it, before traveling higher to cup your breast over your bra. His thumb rubs over your clothed nipple before pinching it, hard, and you arch your back, breath hitching.

“So, let’s see how quiet you can stay while I eat you out, hm? Remember, the walls of the tent are too thin to mask any noises.”, Chan whispers against your lips, before he suddenly descends down your body. Oh no, you know you’re screwed. He’ll try to make you scream his name, but while you’re quite open about sex and have no problem talking about it with your friends, you definitely don’t need them to hear you during the actual act. Maybe you shouldn’t have teased your boyfriend after all - but it’s too late now, he’s determined. He spreads your legs, and begins to leave soft love bites on the inside of your thighs. You’re trembling already, and it’s not because of the cold alone. Chan always has this effect on you, no matter how often he touches you - you’ll never get used to it. He plays with the hem of your panties, until he finally drags them down your legs, his warm breath hitting your wet core. You begin to squirm, impatient to have him finally touch you where you need him most. He smacks your thigh, the crack resounding through the tent, and you yelp. “Chan.”, you hiss, and he grins cheekily, before suddenly pressing his thumb to your clit, beginning to draw lazy circles against it. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you clamp one hand over your mouth to mask any noises.

Chan soon replaces his thumb with his mouth, sucking on your clit like his life depends on it while simultaneously sliding two fingers inside your heat. A loud moan tears from your lips and you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to stifle your noises but already failing miserably. You feel Chan smirk against you, and then, he slips a third finger inside you, curling them upwards and picking up the pace. You buck your hips against his gentle ministrations, skin feeling too hot and too tight already, goosebumps rising all over your body. It doesn’t take long until you begin to tremble, your high approaching rather quickly, and you’re this close to finally snapping, when Chan draws back from your core, face glistening with your juices, his smirk almost devilish. “I can’t hear you, babe, are you even enjoying this?”, he murmurs, back to drawing lazy patterns on your clit with his thumb. You feel frustration wash over you, and shoot him a dark glare. His grin gets even wider, before he completely withdraws his hand from your heat to suck on his glistening fingers. You close your eyes for a few seconds, trying to gather your wits, until Chan slaps your thigh again. “Look at me, baby.”, he says, voice dark, and your eyes snap open again. You begin to pout. “Please.”, you mumble, trying your best to appeal to his softer side, “I’m sorry I was a brat earlier. You know I can’t be loud or the others might hear us.” Your boyfriend just hums, hands ghosting over your thighs and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Too bad, I guess you can’t cum tonight then.” And before you’re able to reply anything, he dives back in-between your folds.

You throw one arm over your mouth, and bite your own soft flesh to suppress any noises. It takes little to no time until you’re close to your orgasm again, but for the second time tonight, Chan draws back in the last possible second. You’re almost ready to cry with frustration now, eyes glistening with unshed tears. When your boyfriend sees this, he softens a bit and leans towards you to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “This is what you get for being a brat.”, he murmurs, and you bite down on his lower lip, making him groan into your mouth. “Please.”, you whisper and try your best puppy eyes on him. He just smirks again, finally ridding himself off his shirt, jeans and underwear. When he’s fully naked in front of you, you sigh, eyes raking his beautiful, defined body. Unlike you, Chan actually enjoys going to the gym - and his effort pays off. “Stop drooling.”, he says, sounding way too pleased and cocky in your opinion. So you quickly sit up, and wrap one hand around his hard cock, already leaking with pre-cum. Good to see you’re not the only one being affected by this, you think and grin. You begin to slowly jerk him off, spreading the pre-cum over the rest of his cock as lube. He groans, lower lip pulled back between his teeth and eyes almost black with desire. Finally, he’s had enough, and pushes you on your back again, hovering over you. “There’s condoms in the bag behind you.”, he murmurs, leaving gentle kisses on your neck until he finds your sweet spot, beginning to suck on it. You moan almost inaudible, fingers fumbling for said bag to retrieve a condom.

Just seconds later, Chan rolls it over his cock, and then, he aligns himself in front of your wet core, teasingly rubbing your clit before you shoot him a pleading look. He finally sheathes himself into you with one swift motion, and you both moan out loud at the feeling. You quickly cough to cover the noise, making Chan chuckle and press a kiss against your forehead. “You’re okay?”, he asks, and you nod, biting down on his neck and leaving a hickey. He groans and finally begins to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you, immediately hitting that spot. Your fingers wrap around his biceps, needing something to hold onto while he drills into you. Suddenly, he pulls out of you to sit back on his knees, wrapping your legs around his hips, and thrusts back into you at an even deeper angle, simultaneously picking up the pace. One of his hands snakes towards your neck and he wraps his fingers around the base of your throat, using just enough pressure to make breathing harder for you. When his thumb begins to circle your clit again, you close your eyes, clamping one hand over your mouth to mask your almost obscene noises.

“C-Chan, I’m so c-close.”, you say in between two moans, and he grins, murmuring a “That’s my girl” under his breath before deepening the angle even more. He suddenly pinches your clit once, and that’s all it takes for you to finally tumble over the edge, his name leaving your lips maybe a bit too loud this time. He quickly leans forward to seal your mouth with his, chasing his own high while guiding you through yours. Not long after, he groans and presses his forehead against yours, shuddering a bit while releasing into the condom. He stills inside you, both your breaths mingling, hearts beating fast while you try to come down from your high. Chan smiles, brushing some of your hair out of your face, and gives you a soft, sweet kiss. “I love you.”, he murmurs, and you return his smile. “Love you more.”, you whisper back, and he chuckles. “Impossible.”

Before you can begin to playfully argue, Minho’s voice cuts through the night “Next time we’ll build the tents far away from each other, y’all are nasty for doing it with us sitting almost right next you.” Both you and Chan freeze, before you burst out laughing. “WE HAVE ZERO REGRETS.”, you yell back, hearing the others groan. “WELL, YOU REALLY SHOULD THOUGH!”, Jisung complains from somewhere to your left, and you hear Lina starting to giggle. You groan and bury your face into Chan’s neck. “They’ll never let us hear the end of this, will they.”, you murmur against his soft skin, and he shakes his head. “Nope.” You sigh and lean back. “Well, it was still worth it.”, you say, and grin up at him. Your boyfriend just smirks and leans down to kiss you again. “Oh, definitely.”

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nukapind · 4 years ago

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5 with Bakugou? I was initially going to request Todoroki but I can only imagine how amazingly horrendous Mitsuki trying to help Katsuki score would end up lmao

Mother Knows Best (Bakugo x Reader)

I like the way you think. I have a family that schemes so honestly, this wasn’t too far from my own mother she’s tried to set me up with some guys. Feel free to send in more requests— you can find the prompt list here— and as always, this was crossposted to my AO3.

5. “I was having lunch with my mom and she caught me staring at you and she’s asking for your number and trying to be my wingman” + Bakugo

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“Do you want a water refill?”

“… Sure.”

Maybe Katsuki should’ve been paying attention to whatever his mom was droning on about, but at the moment he couldn’t bother to even pretend to listen to her. Instead, he was focused on the server of the mediocre cafe, filling his glass— to which he grunted his thanks— and cleaning up after the damn messes the other customers couldn’t be bothered to clean.

“Katsuki! Are you even paying attention to me?” Mitsuki’s irritated voice dug into Katsuki’s ears, snapping him out of his trance. Of course he hadn’t been paying attention, and both of them knew it. He shifted, pushing the rice in his bowl around boredly. He would have been just fine without going to lunch with his mom, but at her insistence, she’d managed to drag him out to some cafe he didn’t really care for.

But the staff had definitely caught his eye.

“Honestly Katsuki, you need to start behaving more like a young man rather than some brat! I thought that damn school would help you grow up.” He scowled at her words, but she didn’t seem to be put off by it at all. Did he really spend his day off from school to come and listen to his mother’s nagging. Rolling his eyes, they seemed to settle right back on the server wiping down tables. Chin rested in the palm of his hand as he toyed with the chopsticks in his other hand. He watched as you seemed so intent on cleaning the table, brows furrowing as you stacked the plates up before carrying them off to the kitchen— leaving Katsuki with nothing else to watch. Huffing, he turned back to his mother, ready to listen to whatever nonsense she was spouting.

Only to find her smirking right at him.

“Got a little crush?” She cooed, causing anger and just a bit of shame to bubble in his gut. “Of course not, don’t be an idiot!” The smug look on her face didn’t ease up, and unfortunately he knew he’d gotten his stubbornness (and really most of his personality) from her. “Young love is so cute, reminds me of when I got your father to go out with me.” He’d heard that story way too many times, she’d pestered his dad until he finally went out with her— it was a story that he wasn’t sure she should be proud of.

“I’m not in love, so shut the hell up!” The intended hiss came out as more of an embarrassed groan. He was one of the strongest students in his grade, he fearless when it came to fighting— so why was his mom’s stupid teasing so mortifying at the moment? She took a sip of her soda before giving a thoughtful hum, deep in contemplation before she snapped her fingers. “That’s it! Dating’ll help you grow up!” A grin formed on her face and he furrowed his brows.

“The fuck are you even talking about?”

Mitsuki’s grin stretched even wider as she stood from her seat, purse in hand. “You like the server, I’ll get their number for you.” She spoke as if this was common sense, like it was completely normal for a mother to do this. His hand snapped out, gripping her purse tightly. “I fucking swear to God, you better not.” He tried his hardest to keep his voice low, he couldn’t risk anyone else hearing the embarrassing exchange, it would ruin his entire image.

“I’ll leave right now.” His threat fell on deaf ears. “Right fucking now.” A glint was ever present in his mother’s eye, cunning and a little too ready to meddle in her son’s love life— ready to ignore his protests. A staring match ensued, two identical pairs of red eyes waiting for the other to back down. “Is… is everything alright here?” Both their heads whipped over, only to see your confused face watching them. If Katsuki knew his mother, she wasn’t giving up on this discussion anytime soon. For a brief second, he did consider making a break for it— the only thing stopping him was the thought that it’d be dining and dashing and he’d never be able to come back here again if he did.

“We’re fine—” “My son wants to know if he can have your number, he thinks you’re cute.” He was immediately cut off, the unfamiliar feeling of mortification already managing to creep into his body. Heat built up in his cheeks as you dropped the empty tray you’d been carrying.

“I’m gonna order some food for your father, I’ll give you kids some privacy.” “What the fuck—” His mom must have lived for embarrassing him, now he was stuck here with the server he’d been ogling observing the entire time he’d been here. Scowling, he turned to face you. “Don’t listen to her, the hag’s crazy.”

“Ah… So you don’t want my number?” He watched as you picked the tray back up, settling yourself in his mother’s abandoned. His brows furrowed and he crossed his arms. “I’ll take it if you’re giving it.” He didn’t miss the confused look on your face as you reached into your apron, pulling out a pen and notepad nevertheless.

“I thought I shouldn’t listen to her?”

His eyes narrowed, giving a quick glance to his mom— who’d (much to his chagrin) been giving him a thumbs-up— before turning back back to you. Gritting his teeth, he had to put his pride aside. “I lied, she was telling the truth.” That earned him a sweet smile from you, and his chest squeezed at the sight. “Well… Maybe you should thank her.” A slip of paper was set in front of his plate as you reached over.

“I should probably get back to work now.” You stood back up with a sheepish smile, and he could only nod dumbly— eyes flickering from you to the note until you slipped back to the kitchen to resume your job. A hand with a familiar nail polish ruffled his hair, to which he quickly smacked away.

“See brat? It worked out.”

“I can’t fucking believe you.”

“Finally, you’re someone else’s problem. I’m telling you Katsuki, a mother knows best.”

Her cackling didn’t bother him all too much as he typed the number into his phone, saving your contact before sending a quick text with his name. “Just shut the hell up.” He snapped, his phone buzzing from its place on the table.

~ Y/n: kinda weird that ur mom is ur wingman but ive had worse ways of being asked out

Y/n: tell her thanks for me ~

Oh he’d rather die than do that, but maybe further down the road you’d be able to thank her for her meddling yourself.

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hyenahunt · 3 years ago

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Jun Sazanami - Idol Story 1

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring

Proofreading: royalquintet

Translation: hyenahunt

Jun: Nah, well, it's probably better that I've forgotten when basically every day was a shitfest, right?

Jun: Alrighty, time for lunch! The one thing to look forward to after a long day on the lesson grind~♪

(What should I have today... Hmm... It's a real relief not having to cook night and day for Ohii-san anymore.)

(Thanks to living like that for a whole year, I don't really have a grip on my own tastes these days.)

(What was I even like back then? I seriously can't remember......)

(Nah, well, it's probably better that I've forgotten when basically every day was a shitfest, right?)

(......Huh, what's this?)

Yoooo~ 'Sup, Anzu-san. How ya doin'.

Hm? We're supposed to call you "producer" instead of your name, now?

So that's how things are, huh.... Tell me about it, we've got some BS to deal with on our end, too.

Anyway, what's up? You're looking kinda pale, y'know?

It's clear you're real busy just by looking at you, but aren't you running yourself a lil' thin?

Take good care of yourself, yeah? Actually, if you're having trouble walking or something, how 'bout I carry you to the infirmary?

No? You're looking after yourself just fine? Then what's with the long face? Your table's been cleared and all, and yet you're still sitting around, hanging your head and looking pretty bummed out, y'know?

Well, if you tell me it's none of my business I'll just leave it at that, but...

Since you're gonna be producing for us from now on, we're not really strangers anymore.

Just let me worry about you, at least. Seriously, what's the matter?

Hmm. You came to the cafeteria straight from the office you were working at...

And since you forgot to change your clothes, you left your wallet and stuff behind so now you can't pay for a thing?

Oh yeah, you gotta pay up first before ordering food here, huh...

Hmm, staff usually make regular meal payments on their phone using the HoldHands app, right?

I bring it up, but to be honest I don't really get it myself. So people who don't use HoldHands gotta pay upfront, or something like that?

Goddamn. They think they're making everything sooo convenient turning everything all high-tech, but in fact they've just added some extra steps, haven't they?

There's not much point in making things all shiny and new if they don't even work.

I get it now. So Anzu-sa — Producer-san, since you forgot your phone back at the office, you'd be pulling a dine & dash if you just left like this, right?

That's how it is, huh. Sounds rough. My condolences, I guess...?

......

...Please don't give me those puppy eyes. What, you thought I'd come to your rescue if you told me what was going on?

Well, maybe if it were one of those Yumenosaki guys, they woulda spoiled you.

But as for us of Eden, the bigshots told us not to get too friendly with you, y'know~?

Seems like some folks out there find a producer like you to be pretty unpleasant company, seeing as how you can bypass rules and hop over the agency borders like they're nothing....

Well, it all sounds pretty ridiculous to me, though~?

Besides, singling out people to ostracize feels kinda like bullying, and I'm not a fan of that...

Man, I get it. I'll help you out.

You'll owe me one for this, though~ I'm already treading dangerous territory by disobeying the higher-ups.

Sorry, gonna sit across from you if that's alright.

Go ask for a receipt from the clerk and tell them you used your lunchtime to have a meeting with Jun Sazanami.

And while you're at it, tell 'em the office will cover our food expenses later —

Huh? As a producer, surely you can get it covered as a work expense if you ask for it, right?

You've never heard of that before, you say? Well, someone's a pampered lil' miss~

Anyone less well-off would jump at the chance of saving cash with something like that, after all~

There's really no point in feeling bad about taking advantage of this. It's been put in place for the less fortunate, right?

Just let the rich folks pay for it.

Well... Now that I've got steady work with Eden, I guess I count as one of said folk, huh~?

I mean— Well, nevermind... I'll cover the bill for now, so pay me back later, alright?

Everything's quicker that way, especially since it's not that much, anyway.

Wha? A word of thanks is more than enough — after all, every dog has its day..... Huh? You say I'm not using that phrase right?

Oh, shut it. If you're gonna poke fun at me like that I'm not gonna help you, got it~?

Haha. Just kidding. ....We've wound up chatting like it's no big deal, huh~

Man, I've had enough of acting stuffy with you. After all, it's really not like me to just lie down and do what the bigshots tell me to.

I'm gonna do things my way, and I won't take shit from anyone~

Hm? That's a good idea, you say? Bold words coming from someone I haven't acknowledged as my own producer yet.

And for that matter. Back when we were enemies, I had my guard up around you, so.....

While it's surprisingly easy to relax around you now, I can't quite let it down just yet, yeah~?

...Huh, maybe realising that makes the time and money I just spent on you seem kinda worth it now ~ ♪

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wreckofawriter · 5 years ago

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The Not-So-Perfect Sister

Pairing: Sirius Black x potter!reader

Word Count: 4,442

Warnings: Under aged drinking, mentions of neglect, overall angsty

Summary: James Potters sister who had felt put of place her whole life finally breaks when Lily Evans arrives at her house.

A/n: I really like this one. Kinda angst but sweet. My inbox is open feel free to send in requests! Hope you guys like it too!

Being a Potter seemed like an easy gig to most people. The big house, nice family, a large amount of money, it definitely seemed like a piece of cake. And if your name is James then yes, yes it was. But if your name was y/n- or as most people called you James' sister -than no, no it wasn't.

When you were eleven you had walked up to the chair and sat down with your eyes locked on your smiling brother. He was seated between his three best friends and practically glowing with excitement from the gold and red table.

The old hat was placed on your head and you could already the word that would flow from its leathery mouth. But to your surprise along with everyone else's in the large dining hall, not even a second after the hat landed on your y/h/c head it bellowed, "Slytherin!"

The hall fell silent and your eyes, still on your brother went wide. James' on the other hand narrowed, his lips piercing to a thin line.

You felt your heart break as your best friend turned away from you in disgust. And at eleven years old you had already been smashed to pieces by the person you loved most.

Your parents had sent you a letter telling you it was alright to be in a different house but they didn't act like it was. When James joined the quidditch team they had cheered for him and came to as many games as they could.

When you joined the Slytherin team as a keeper they had dismissed it with a wave of a hand and only came to your games when you happen to be playing Gryffindor. They were always adorned in yellow and red.

They almost never sent you letters when James received one once a week. They would support James no matter what, but if you slipped up even once they would come down on you in a hail storm of fury.

By third year you stopped coming home over breaks, you would spend Christmas at Hogwarts alone. But summers were unavoidable. You would simply go home and hide in your room, only coming down stairs for meals which you eat in silence as you listened to your parents gush about James' achievements.

When Sirius joined you in your fourth year, their fifth, your life went from bad to worse.

Sirius was an asshole. He always was and always will be. He was arrogant and stubborn, he was sure he was the best thing in the world and that he had everyone trapped under his finger. And watching him receive more love from your parents than you did made living under the same roof as the boy nearly impossible.

What made it worse was the fact that he was irritatingly handsome. He was dashing and charming, somehow managing to make you hate him just to avoid feeling something else. It made you sick that you even had thoughts of him in a positive way whatsoever. But even though you would never admit it, you did.

And now you had to welcome another one of your least favorite people into your life.

You hated Lily Evans. From the minute layed eyes on the girl you could feel a sickening loathing build up in you like a fire. With each overly sweet smile she threw and disgustingly soft laugh she uttered the larger that fire burned.

It wasn't like she had ever done anything wrong to you. She was always nice when you passed in the hallways, she never picked on you or called you 'James' little sister' a term you had grown to hate. She was always kind to you, even when your brother was being a brat like usual. And that was one of the many reasons you hated her.

She was perfect. It made you want to hurl. Her fiery red hair and emerald eyes. Her perfect grades and great scores. She was kind, brave, smart and cunning. She had it all. Plus your brother, who wouldn't even spare you a glance, trailed after her like a lost puppy. She was the physical embodiment of everything you hated.

Of course now she was dating James which meant you had to put up with her bullshit even more than usual.

You were downstairs making yourself a sandwich, when the doorbell rang. You rolled your eyes and walked to go open it.

You swung the door open ready to shoo away some girl scouts when you came face with your worst nightmare.

"Hey y/n!" She smiled waving a bit.

Your mouth dropped and eyes went wide before narrowing to slits and your mouth slamming shut into a scowl.

You merely growled the word "Nope." Before slamming the door shut straight into her face.

"Y/n! What the hell?" You turned your mood souring from bad to worse.

"You deal with you preppy girlfriend James, I dont have the energy for her." You hissed.

He simply rushed past you his shoulder hitting yours harshly as he passed and opened the door.

"Lily, I am so sorry for my sister is being an asshole again.."

The rest of the conversation died out as you snatched your sandwich and darted upstairs. You quickly slammed into James room to meet Sirius, who was adorned in only a towel his black hair dripping wet. You ignored the sight and focused on the problem at hand.

"What the hell y/n?!" Sirius snapped, his face flushing.

"Yeah what the hell!" You responded to worked up to care about his lack of clothing.

Sirius shot you a confused look, his cheeks now a blazing red.

"Why is Evans here?!" You screeched.

"Maybe because she's meeting her boyfriend's parents?" Sirius bellowed back, "Now get out!"

You ran from the room slamming the door behind you and retreating from your safe haven. You stopped in your tracks when you saw your mother frantically attempting to clean your room.

"Y/n!" She scolded, "Your room is a complete disaster!"

"What are you doing in here?" You asked voice angry.

"Lily is going to be sleeping in here so clean this place up!" She yelled motioning to your disaster of a room.

Your fury strengthened, "I wont clean shit for that bitch." You growled.

"Y/n!" Your mother gasped in disgust.

You left before she had a chance to say anything more. Your head pounded as you thundered down the steps not bothering to move in the slightest as your brother and his girlfriend ascended upward. You shouldered them roughly out of the way James protests fading in the back of your mind.

You ran for the door, grabbing your purse and shoes from the mudroom before sprinting onto the street.

It had rained that night so everything was damp, causing your mitch-matched socks thin fabric to grow cold and wet. The scent of wet asphalt and dewy grass filled you helping to calm your nerves as you ran from your inevitable future.

You knew that eventually you were going to have to go back to that house and deal with your mother and father and brother and his girlfriend and probably his best friend too. But you ignored that fact sitting on a bench to pull on your converse. You didn't bother to tie them.

You then stood up and began to walk with no destination in mind. You walked for about an hour before you realized how hungry you are. You never got to eat that sandwich and breakfast was a distant memory.

You quickly found a small coffee shop and walked inside enjoying the strong scent of the beverage it emitted. You ordered before plopping down at your table and staring helplessly out the window. You watched people move back and forth outside of the window feeling slightly like a tiger locked in a zoo behind the thick glass. You stared at the thick purple clouds that bruised the grey sky, ignoring who's eyes they reminded. You were so entranced with the scene in front of you, you didn't even notice that your food was placed in front of you until you turned to see it there, the sandwich slightly cold.

You sighed, too hungry to discard the food put in front of you. You ate slowly, as if you were unsure if the meal was safe. You then turned your head back to the street to see a dark haired boy smirking back at you. You instantly stood, sprinting for the door.

The idea of being brought back to that house made you want to hurl the sandwich you had just eaten. So you began to run not bothering to look back, your feet thundered on the wet cement of the sidewalk before you turned down an alley only to yelp when you were greeted by a bored looking Sirius Black.

"Did you seriously think that you could outrun me." He questioned eyebrows raised.

"I could if you didn't use magic." You scoffed, attempting to shoulder past him and continue to the next street over. You were stopped when he grabbed you shoulder harshly.

"Why the hell did you run?" He asked almost seeming worried. You quickly brushed off the thought. Sirius Black doesn't worry, much less about Slytherins.

You hummed pretending to think, "Maybe because I don't want to deal with greasy haired asshole who is going to take me back to my living hell?"

"Hey!" Sirius protested, clearly offended, "My hair is not greasy!"

"You can not be serious." You sneered rolling your eyes.

"I'm always sirius." He smiled back satisfied with his overused and unoriginal pun.

You resisted the urge to smack him. "Why did you come anyways?"

"Your brother sent me." He shrugged, "plus we both know you don't want to walk all the way back to your house."

"Who said I was going back?" You challenged, eyes narrowing.

Sirius sighed, "You are going back weather you get on my bike yourself or I force you onto it." You glowered at him.

"If I could you use magic I would wipe your ass all over the street." You threatened.

"I know." He smiled, "that's why I'm happy you can't."

"I'm not going." You decided planting your feet and crossing your arms, head held high.

Sirius let out a strenuous sigh clearly annoyed, "Come on." He whined, "Your brother said I had to bring you back."

You pursered your lips, looking away from the boy.

He groaned, "Are you fucking with me?"

"Nope." You responded lips popping on the p.

"You're really going to make me hex you?" He grumbled.

You nodded making the boy let out another moan in protest before raising his wand and muttering "Rictusempra."

You immediately burst into giggles "You asshole." You spit out between laughs as a tickling sensation made you lose all other abilities.

Sirius grabbed you throwing you over his shoulder like you were a doll.

"I'm gonna kill you." You giggled unable to stop the laughter spurring from your mouth.

"I'm so threatened." Sirius smirked back before plopping you down on his motorcycle and buckling his helmet on your y/h/c head.

"Hold onto my waist, I don't want you to die."

"Really?" You chucked, voice uncharacteristically high.

"I'm on my way to changing my mind." He sighed sitting down trying to to flush as your arms hugged close to his waist your body shaking with giggles.

He reversed the spell at the first stoplight you reached and then continued his way back to your house, your chest pressed to his back. When you pulled back up to your house it was growing dark out and you were beginning to question your entire existence.

You groaned into Sirius leather jacket and banged your head onto his back.

"Can we not going inside?" You asked hopefully, glancing at the house its windows glowing warmly, the door reminding you of an entrance to hell.

"You got yourself into this one y/n/n, get yourself out." He shrugged before hopping off the motorcycle and snatching the helmet off your head.

"Don't call me y/n/n and I didn't get myself into anything you guys are just all assholes." You spoke harshly.

"How was I possibly an asshole?" Sirius exclaimed.

"Umm how about you hexed me and then forced me back to my house?"

"I was helping you!" He yelled exasperated.

"You were not!" You shot back, "You practically kidnapped me!"

"You're impossible." Sirius scoffed at you before turning on his heel and heading inside.

You scowled angry all over again before turning to face the house you knew you would have to walk into sooner or later.

You paced back and forth for a second before biting your lip and walking slowly up your porch steps. You then slowly opened the door and slipped inside. You were greeted by the sound of laughter and the clatter of silverware.

You poked your head cautiously around the corner to see your family seated for dinner.

Sirius was serving himself some pasta while your mother talked to Lily and James messed with your dad.

You felt your heart clench at how right it looked. The perfect son, the head boy and the quidditch star. The friend who needed help and received it, needing a family and getting one. And of course the perfect daughter. With red hair to match her robes and perfect grades. The head girl who would no doubt have an amazing life after school.

You tried to imagine yourself at the table sitting in the empty seat, your head bent, staring at the food refusing to meet your parents eyes, your green shirt looking odd against the wave of red. The fact was that you didn't belong and never would. So you went upstairs snatched a blanket and a pillow and retreated to your basement.

You plopped onto the couch and released a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You felt your eyes prick with tears as the image of the perfect family upstairs burned in your eyelids and you wanted to scream.

You slammed your hands on to your closed eyelids, enjoying the pressure they provided, keeping tears behind them. Because the truth was as much as you hated your family you wanted nothing more than to be apart of it. You had spent your whole life attempting to get noticed, to simply be acknowledged as half the person they saw James as. But year after year you were left more and more broken. And now your parents fell in love with a girl they had known for only one night. It made you sick. Your hatred for Lily growing into a nightmarish beast.

Your eyes popped open when you heard someone descending the stairs. You turned to see your brother leaning against the railing arms crossed eyebrows furrowed.

"What do you want James?" You scoffed sitting up on your elbows.

"What do I want?" James hissed, "I want to know why my sister is such a selfish prat."

You sat all the way up glaring at your brother, "I'm the selfish one?" You glowered in disbelief.

"Yeah, yeah you are." James spat.

You stood walking to meet your brother, "How in bloody hell was I being selfish?!" You growled.

"How about slamming the door in Lily's face, or I don't know swearing at mom or maybe calling my girlfriend a bitch before running off to fairyland?!"James was yelling now his voice echoing off the small room."Your damned lucky Sirius offered to find you because I'm done with it!"

You shook your head, "Sirius said you sent him to get me. He was lying?" You asked softly, You silently wished him to say that he wanted you back, that he had sent him, that he had wanted you here.

"Of course I didn't!" James shouted "Not everything is about you!"

You felt your heart crumpled. He hadn't wanted you back. Hell, he would have been happier if you had stayed gone. You willed yourself not to cry, so instead you laughed, a crazy demonic sound ripping from your throat and escaping your lips, "Your right James!" You screeched, "Not everything is about me!" Your fire full smile broke into a sneer, "It's all about you."

James looked taken aback for a second guilt flashing momentarily into his dark eyes before being replaced with anger.

"It's all about you. You and your perfect grades and your perfect friends." You could feel tears pricking at your eyes. "You and your quidditch bullshit, and your god damn bright fucking future!" You spat the words like venom from your mouth, "You and your bitchy girlfriend who's going to make the perfect little daughter in law!" You were now yelling your voice feeling raw as tears dripped off your chin.

"Stop calling her a bitch!" James screamed back.

Just then the door opened and Lily, Sirius and your parents came hurling down the stairs.

"What in bloody hell is going on!" Sirus shouted but you ignored him.

"I'm so sorry for calling shit as it is, your girlfriend is a bitch. B-I-T-C-H. BITCH!" You wailed taking a step forward, you were now looking directly into your brothers eyes, just barley below him, less than a foot away.

You saw his eyes burn, anger filling them, turning their dark brown pigment to black.

And then he did something you would never imagine him to do in his life.

James raised his hand and with one swift movement slapped you clean across the cheek

You heard a series or gasps and yells fall around you, your ears ringing slightly. You could feel where his hand had struck your skin, it was hot and thumping, a dull sting finding its home there.

You slowly turned your head back to meet your brothers eyes which were now wide with surprise and guilt.

You slowly removed the hand that had instinctively risen to your cheek and stared hurt and broken in front of your brother who's mouth had dropped open.

"Y/n, oh my God I didn't-"

"Rot in hell Potter." You spat your voice deep and dark. And with that you sprinted up the stairs.

As you began to move the world resumed and everyone else began to take action as well.

You saw James stumble backwards Lily beginning to go to him but Sirius beating her to it and reaching the boy himself. You then heard him yell something you were too delirious to understand before a thud was heard followed closely by another shriek. You shouldered past your parents as you accented the stairs, the fact that they didn't even spare you a glance stung more than a slap ever could.

For the second time that day you sprinted out onto the street, the crisp air hitting your hot face in a refreshing blow. You stumbled into the night ignoring your bare feet and chilled arms. You had no destination in mind as you sprinted down the sidewalk, you only had a location to get as far as possible from. You wished you had been thinking enough to grab your purse, you could have gone to a bus stop and left to Merlin knows where.

You made it four blocks before one of your feet caught behind your heel and you were flung to the ground by the ever cruel gravity.

Your hands hit the damp cement first followed directly by your chin causing you to bite roughly down on your lip.

You didn't even bother to move debating weather living was even worth it. You could taste the blood in your mouth and feel it seeping from your hands as you lay unmoving under the buzzing streetlamp.

You were pretty sure you would have lay on that sidewalk, your body shaking with sobs, blood slowly filling your mouth until you died if a strong pair of arms hadn't swept you up.

You instinctively buried your head into the familiar musky scent as Sirius pulled you close to him.

"Hey, hey you're okay." He mumbled quietly into your hair, smoothing it clumsily down as he pulled your head into his chest. "You're okay, I've got you."

You sobbed uncontrollably into Sirius as he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear and held you close to him.

"I-im sorry." You choked out eventually, pulling away from the boy slightly.

"What on earth are you sorry for love?" Sirius chuckled softly pushing the damp hair from your face.

"I think I got your jacket wet." You muttered a soft smile darting onto your lips.

Sirius let out a soft laugh, "You are ridiculous." His smile disappeared when he saw your lip.

"I'm okay." You muttered wiping the blood from you lips with a wince.

"No your not." Sirius sighed quietly.

He watched your face deflate and he realized that was probably the first time that someone hadn't let you lie to them. Hadn't let you hide behind the thick walls you had built. He called your bluff and it was unfamiliar and strange to you.

"Why did you lie?" You asked quietly.

"About what?" The boy questioned, confused.

"James didn't send you. He told me."

Sirius flushed before shaking his head he definitely needed to change the subject, "James is an idiot."

"He's your friend." You shrugged.

"Yeah well I don't know if that's true anymore."

You knotted your eyebrows, "Why's that?"

Sirius sighed "I knocked him out."

Your mouth dropped.

"If it was anyone else that hit you I would have killed them on the spot." He murmured.

You smiled slightly torn at the idea of your brother getting knocked out by his best friend.

Sirius decided that you needed something desperately, the same thing he had needed when he left home.

"Let's get you a drink."

Your eyes rose to meet his a bit uncertain, before you nodded, "Please."

Sirius smiled as he pulled you to his motorcycle, lazily tucking the helmet onto your head and buckling it for you, his face dancing red at the proximity of your soft pink lips.

You walked into the bar Sirius at your arm. The two of you sat on the stools and Sirius used a bit of magic to order your drinks.

He handed you a shot of vodka setting one in front of himself.

You glanced down at the small glass then back up at Sirius before shrugging and raising swiftly to your lips.

Sirius did the same laughing brightly when he saw your face scrunched in discomfort.

"That was disgusting!" You coughed, laughing a bit, "Get me another one!"

Sirius burst into laughter once again ordering you both another round, "This is the last one though, I don't want to have to take you home drunk." He said eyebrows raised.

You smiled back, downing the second shot a bit more easily than the last, enjoying the warmth that twirled down your throat to your stomach.

Sirius and you left, you a bit tipsy, him seemingly sober.

"Let's get you home." He muttered smiling about at your beaten and battered form.

Suddenly you broke free of him and stumbled backwards, catching yourself on the side of the building.

"I don't want to go home." You pouted.

"Sorry Y/n we have got to go back." Sirius sighed.

"I'M NOT GOING BACK!" You yelled harshly, anger flowing through you.

"Y/n/n come on it's not that bad, let's head back." Sirius sighed sympathetically.

"I know your parents were shit Sirius, but at least they were terrible people!" You yelled.

Sirius rose both eyebrows, "What?"

"Your parents were terrible people right?" You slurred a bit.

Sirius nodded.

"And they hated you because you weren't like them, you weren't s-somebody who would kill a-and hurt, so they hated you for being different. For being a good person." You rambled tears slowly falling from your cheeks.

"Y/n/n we seriously need to get you home." Sirius grumbled worriedly.

"You're not listening to me!" You screeched taking a step back.

Sirius stood unsure of what to do.

"My parents hate me for the same reason, because I'm different and I'm not like them." Your voice breaking mid sentence stabbing Sirius in the chest.

"And because they are 'good people' and they are nice and kind and heros being different than them means I'm a terrible person." Tears now rolled coolly down your check leaving silver streaks in their wake.

Sirius' face crumbled, "No, no, no. Y/n your not a terrible person, your a great person." He gushed rushing forward to capture you in his embrace.

"Then why do they hate me?" You asked voice small and weak.

"They don't hate you y/n. They love you." He mumbled softly one hand wrapping around your waist while the other gripped your head softly pulling you into him.

You shook your head slowly afraid if you spoke anymore that your eyes would flood with tears once again.

"Hey." Sirius murmured, causing your big y/e/c eyes to look up at him. "They love you, James loves you"

You looked away from his stormy grey eyes tired of hearing lies.

"Hey." He repeated bring your attention back to the storms resting behind his head. "I love you."

His whisper resonated through the chilled air, like the final note of an orchestra, the strings still not unmoving. You stared at him in wonder. Then your stood on your toes and grabbed the back of his neck slowly pulling him toward you.

Your lips connected in a sweet, salty kiss. The taste of blood and alcohol lingering between you. You felt his slightly chapped lips moved smoothly against yours making your heart flutter as your hand played with his dark locks, his own finding your waist and pulling you towards him.

You pulled away softly gasping lightly for air as your noses brushed lightly. Sirius' own heavy breaths tickling your face as your foreheads leaned together.

"I-I t-think I love you too Sirius." You fumbled lightly with your words.

He simply responded by reconnecting your lips in a desperate kiss, savoring the metallic taste of blood mixed with the sharpness of alcohol. You tasted like a sin, his tongue dancing across your lips before they opened allowing it to slip inside.

When you finally pulled away for the second time. You looked into his glassy storm filled eyes brushing his cheek gently with your thumb.

"I need you." You whispered quietly into the night. And for the first time in a long time you felt loved.

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