#putting his hands in his pants pockets instead of the hoodie pocket lol

[leclercskiesahead]

OMG HE’S BIG AND CUDDLY

Carlos in Maranello with fans

[rusty-phasma]

Sea, swallow me.

Edward Nashton x reader

A/N: short and shitty, i just wanted to write for the Riddler, but didn't really liked it. Also the title is the song i was listening when i realized this didn't have a title lol also my grandfather told me i would be fun if he was delusional. I love my grandfather and i hate myself.

Warnings: stalking and male masturbation ig

It had been so easy to break into your apartment, it wasn't like you were negligent, but he had seen where you keep your spare key and honestly he had wanted to grab you by the shoulders and shake you should never ever keep a spare key in Gotham! He could tell you hadn't grown up in there, you never know what kind of creeps you could attract, then again, you had him and he would never let anything like that happen to you, and that is why he is breaking into your apartment, or so he tells himself, he's carefully installing minuscule cameras in hidden corners where you would never notice them so that he can protect you and make sure you are safe all the time, because he would never let Gotham hurt and taint you the way it did him, to him you are pure, only meant for his eyes something dark and twisted said in his mind, but he ignored it, like he does all the time.

Once he finished he just wandered around your place, he liked your style and the fact that you had potted plants everywhere, you were pretty nurturing and he was into that, then he noticed the small hallway and to his luck, the first door he tried lead to your bedroom, and he decided to continue planting the cameras. He knew your schedule by heart, you had left around an hour before to go to work, today was Saturday and you worked until 7, he checked his watch sighing, he still had time to roam around without the risk of getting caught by you. He inspected your room, rather untidy but you had left in a hurry and he understood, he sat on your bed and looked around, you even had plants here, how charming, he thought with a soft smile. His smile faltered a bit when his eyes stopped on your night stand, he felt his pants getting uncomfortably tight, sitting upon it was a soft blue wand vibrator, he swallowed and stood up noticing something on the floor, and there just under his nose was a pair of black cotton panties, nothing especially sexy but to him it was, he was painfully hard so he took the panties and shamefully and slowly, looking around as if you were going to apear and call the police he held them up to his face, sniffing. Oh. Oh, they were dirty, he blushed more than he already was and pocketed them, he hoped you wouldn't notice, but even if you did you weren't gonna go and ask your sweet, shy neighbor 'hey have you seen my black panties?'. So he continued, placed around three cameras in your bedroom, well concealed, lest you catch him. And so he put the cameras all over your apartment and left, going to his own to check if the angles of the cameras were right, they were and so he sat there waiting for you to get home, you wouldn't be much longer.

All the while he felt his pocket bulging, burning him as if he was carrying a hot coal instead of your panties in his hoodie pocket, so he took them out and looked towards the door as if one of the nuns was going to appear and pull his ear for being a 'filthy little pervert' but the door was closed, he was completely alone. He put the panties up to his nose and inhaled deeply, his cock was already rock hard but he could feel himself twitching so he took himself out of his pants, the head was already red almost purple and leaking precum, he inhaled again and put his spare hand on his penis, gently pulling down the foreskin and passing his thumb over his glans, smearing the liquid that was already there lubricating himself a bit, he inhaled your scent again and moaned as he put his hand around the shaft of his member, squeezing himself. He wondered if he tasted the fabric would it taste like you? He doubted it and decided to just stick to smelling the garment. His hand started to pump his cock while he imagined your pretty mouth on him, big eyes looking at him through long dark lashes, cheeks hollow and saliva dribbling down your chin, he felt pretty close already, your smell was absolutely divine and he was pretty pent up, and he thought back to your last interaction, you were on the building's elevator and he wondered if under that short skirt that showed off your legs you had been wearing the panties he had against his face, the idea made him throb harder, he was pumping his cock with reckless abandon, your name on his lips when he reached his peak, whimpering and moaning shamelessly.

And that was when he noticed, you were home, moving about your living room, noticing the way you had put your bag on your couch you were just arriving. He looked at his hand, covered in cum and grimaced, he took a tissue and cleaned himself, tucking his now soft penis in his pants and trying to ignore that terrible feeling of guilt that filled him, so he focused on you now going to your room, once you got there you threw yourself on your unmade bed and the thought that he had been sitting there almost made him giggle, suddenly you got up removing your shirt, to which he widened his eyes following your every movement, you then proceeded to remove your bra letting out what he took for a relief sigh, you went to your drawers and took an oversized shirt throwing it on, then removed your pants and left for the kitchen.

Thanks for reading 💚

[parkers-gal]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeHva3Te/

This could be so good with Tom. Imagine you’re shopping with the boys as well 🤍

stop 😭 😭 he’d get so flustered bye

( for those of u who don’t wanna watch the tiktok, it’s captioned “when your boyfriend wears sweats to target so you try to get him hard at every chance u get” )

(that being said, this is a warning for major boners & boner related talks, lol)

wc: 1.3k

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A quick trip to the supermarket meant neither you nor Tom (or any of the other boys, for that matter) bothered with changing into appropriate clothes. You basically went in your pajamas — for you, that meant Tom’s hoodie and flannel pants. For Tom, however, that meant his favorite jumper, a beanie, and a sexy pair of grey sweatpants.

Tom sits beside you in the driver’s seat, once again debating with Harry if the house needs another set of ridiculous pots for the backyard garden. It’s been an ongoing debate of “we need fairy-themed ones!” to “the ones we have are perfectly fine!” You’re not sure if you should get involved at all.

A buzz in your pocket alerts you that someone must have texted you, so you pull your phone out. In a text, your friend had sent you a TikTok and added her own message.

aisha: this is so something u would do

Intrigued, you tap on the link. It successfully takes you to the app, and after impatiently waiting, you watch as the girl in the video teases her boyfriend in various places in the supermarket. You smirk to yourself, glancing up to make sure nobody else has managed to see what you’re viewing on your phone. Quickly, you save the video and text your friend back.

you: im so doing this. we’re heading to the store now. i’ll update with the vid soon.

Not a second later, she responds.

aisha: you’re evil.

aisha: and i envy you

The next ten minutes go by in a blur. You figure out how to format the video and, after brief bickering between Sam and Harrison about who gets to sit in the cart, the six of you pile into the store.

You head to the produce section first. (You’re not sure why. Every single time, you tell them the delicate vegetables should be piled on top of everything else, meaning you attend to this section of the store last. It seems like nobody else cares about squished tomatoes, though.)

The boys split up; Harry and Tuwaine team up on the broccoli section, managing to get the gross Brussel sprouts Tom loves more than you. Harrison goes off towards the fruits and Sam stays put in the cart.

Tom manages to take control of where the cart is going and he parks in front of the barrel of onions. Sam holds open the bag while Tom picks and chooses the ones he wants. Pondering how to go about this, you finally decide to just go for it.

“Don’t get that one,” you interject, stepping forward. “Get this one, and the one over there.”

Tom nods, not thinking much about the situation. You decide to keep moving forward, but instead of going around the cart, you squeeze yourself in between the shelves and Tom, successfully rubbing up against his crotch. Faintly, you hear his breath hitch, and after walking away, you quickly turn around to see Tom. You’ve ducked from his view, but he’s staring at where you just were, exhaling deeply and trying to maintain his composure.

You know this “look” better than anything. Quickly, you whip out your phone and begin recording the first part of your TikTok. You snicker to yourself, watching as Tom sets the bag of onions in the cart and quickly puts his hands in front of his crotch. You’re knee-deep in your own laughter when Harry and Tuwaine curiously come up to you.

Hastily, you shut your phone off and shove it in your pocket, standing up straight and acting as normal as possible.

“What was-”

“Nothing. Did you guys get the lettuce?”

“Yeah…” Harry trails off suspiciously. They decide to let it slide, and the three of you make your way back over to the cart.

“We done here?” Tuwaine asks. Murmured yes’s float around and the six of you leave the produce section and head off to the pharmacy section of the store.

“Do we need more toothpaste?”

“No, but we need more floss.”

“Ugh. Mouth stuff,” Harry groans.

You step closer to Tom, phone in hand, and you lean close to his ear. “Maybe we could do some mouth stuff later.” You whisper.

Tom’s eyes go wide and he looks at you in shock. You wear a proud smirk and grip your phone tighter, leaning close to him again and getting ready to record his reaction. “Y’know? Maybe I could suck your-”

“Stop it, Y/N,” he says firmly, eyeing you. You shrug in response, still wearing a proud smirk.

“What?” You say innocently.

Tom gets desperate and, after a few seconds, puts his hands on his knees for support — and paints it as if he’s leaning down to look for something on the shelf.

“Tom, mate, you good?” Harrison asks.

Tom looks up, exhales harshly, and nods. “Yep,” he stands, waddling off to another part of the aisle where you record, away from everyone else.

“What are you doing?” he whisper-shouts at you, still somewhat leaning on his knees.

“Nothing, daddy,” you say innocently. His eyes widen and he groans again, this time looking up at the ceiling in despair.

“Whatever game you two are playing, I really don’t want to be a part of it.” Harrison strides over.

“Yeah, you two have been acting weird all day. What’s up with that?” Sam asks.

You turn to Tom, teasingly clicking your tongue as a motivator for him to respond. “Yeah, Tommy. What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” he says through clenched teeth and a forced smile.

Harry rolls his eyes and moves the cart to the next aisle, the rest of the boys trailing behind him. You and Tom linger a little longer.

“What’s on your mind, Tommy?”

“Nothing,” he seethes, leaning over again to conceal any bulge that may be visible.

“Oh yeah,” you stroke his cheek with a giggle before running a hand through his curls. “What’s going through that big brain of yours?” He only eyes you, and you bite your lip. “Something dirty?” You whisper.

“Y/N,” he drags on, whining.

“What?”

“Why are you doing this to me?” He squeezes his eyes shut.

“What?” You whisper back. “It’s not my fault you’re thinking of fucking me.”

“Jesus Christ love,” he goes back into his leaning position. You giggle again, being another recording for your tiktok.

“Shouldn’t have worn sweats,” you say quietly. “Why did you wear sweats?”

“Because I’m stupid,” he groans an “ugh,” and wipes the sweat off his forehead. “I’m a div, that’s why.”

You chuckle again, “Yeah, you are.”

“You’re evil,” he looks up. “And you’re recording this! I can’t believe you.”

“What?” You tease. “Not my fault you’re hard.”

“Yes it is!” he gasps, locking eyes with you. “Is that why you’re teasing me? Is this another one of those tickey clock things?”

“What?” You laugh in bewilderment, looking at your boyfriend as if he’s crazy.

“You know what I mean! Those- those prank your boyfriend videos!”

“...Yes…”

“Y/N!”

“Sorry!” You exclaim with a smile. “It’s just fun to see you all flustered for me,” you run a hand through his hair, and he eventually stands straight, successfully calming himself down. “You good?”

“Mhm,” he nods at you, reaching for one of your hands.

“Good,” you smile with a glint he almost recognizes.

“What’re you-”

“Let’s go to the lube section.”

“Y/NNN!”

[kavikaslana]

Shigaraki smut because I’m bored

NSFW | Pairing shigaraki x female reader | degrading, oral, masturbation, restraining | Dom shiggy | Smut and some fluff (eventually)

A/N : I don’t write smut so I don’t know how good this is lol

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It almost seemed like it was intentional.

When you first joined the league, you were wearing a short, black skirt along with black thigh high boots and a dark red top. You barely had any makeup on, and you had a choker that seemed too big for your neck. Your hair covered most of your face, and your blindfold covered your eyes, leaving only your mouth visible.

The way you walked didn’t help. You hips swayed with every step you took, sometimes making your skirt ride up. Your top had a deep V neck shape, revealing some of your chest.

You sat down at the bar, taking a sip of your whiskey. You originally agreed to meet with them a month ago to talk about an alliance, but your group had disbanded. Dabi convinced you to join instead.

He couldn’t help but stare. Your h/c hair covered your ears and rested on your back, curling slightly at the end. Your quirk wasn’t special, it was useful but you couldn’t do much with it either. Yet there was still something captivating him, whether it was the mystery of what was behind your blindfold, or what was under your clothes.

He stared at you, your beautiful voice filling the room as Dabi introduced you to toga and twice. He didn’t even notice you approaching him.

“So you must be Shigaraki, nice to meet you!” You said, your voice filled with excitement. Your smile seemed to make the room that much brighter.

He wanted to say something, but you were already gone, his eyes going back to staring into space.

He would catch himself coming out of his room more just to hear your voice. You never took off your blindfold around anyone except Dabi, it was a little strange to him. Out of all the people, why would you show dabi, especially when you had him. He would cherish your beautiful eyes. Hell, he hasn’t even seen them and yet he still finds himself trying to figure out what color your eyes are, getting lost in his own imagination.

Your smile seemed to brighten the room. Every time you entered a room, all eyes were on you. He couldn’t decide if he hated it or if he liked it, most likely both. Men would go up to you, asking you out, but he knew it was only to see what was under your clothes. They were all little boys in a man’s body to him.

He could’ve treated you the way you deserved, if only you weren’t so goddamn scary. Your insults were never held back. You would say what was on your mind, whether it was a compliment or something that could completely ruin one’s self esteem. Every time someone had approached you with the familiar bouquet of flowers, you would turn them down, insulting and slapping them before turning around. He couldn’t risk it, not with the way he thinks of himself. You’d only dig a deeper hole into him, it’s not like his opinion about himself was necessarily good anyway.

Group pictures sent to him by toga would always end up covered in his seed, even if it was an innocent picture of you and twice. Hell, he’d take anything he could get. Bedsheet after bedsheet would end up stained and ruined, and he’d have to wipe off his phone afterwards.

His eyes would move over everything about you. Your neck, your hips, your smile, anything was good enough for him. He’d focus on your face the most though, trying to imagine how well you’d take him. Your neck was a good one too, oh what he’d give to see the collar he had gotten on you.

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His pants were getting tighter by the second it seemed. You were so close to him, he couldn’t help it. Your scent filled the air. Dabi had spilled his liquor on your shirt, allowing some of it to become transparent. He couldn’t help but look, thank god “father” was covering his face.

He quickly got up after he had memorized that scene, sprinting back to his room before locking the door and palming his erection, biting his lip as he leaned against the door. Moving his hand down to his pants, he pulled them down. Pre had already stained his clothes unfortunately, but he didn’t care about that right now.

He could hear you yelling at Dabi behind the door. Normally, he’d be terrified that you’d yell at him next, but this was a special case. He started stroking his cock, smearing pre over his lower half. His lip had started to bleed due to the pressure he put it on in an attempt to muffle his groans.

God, he couldn’t get enough. Your shirt was transparent, just enough to the point where he could see your bra. Some had gotten on your thighs, and some was on your face. He could’ve cleaned you off if you would let him, but you were to busy with Dabi to pay attention to him. Oh what he’d give to see your bra on the floor in his bedroom.

He came in his hand, his seed dripping onto the floor, earning a drawn out moan from him. The noise had stopped, and he started panicking. What if you hear him? What would you do if you did? Surely you’d humiliate him in front of everyone. Everything seemed to stop. His head was spinning, and his heart seemed to jump out of his chest.

A few minutes later, you slammed your door shut. That’s all it took for him to calm down.

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After about a month, Shigaraki had warmed up to you. He let you in his room. He had a tall bookshelf in the corner, filled with mangas from multiple different anime’s on one shelf, and video games on the next. There were clothes on the floor, but you expected there to be. The only clean areas were his bed, his computer, and his couch. The rest was either covered in energy drink cans or clothes, most likely both.

He sat down on his couch, motioning for you to sit next to him. He started up a movie as you curled up into your hoodie, the room was colder than you’d expected. After about 5 minutes of shivering, you moved closer to him, curling up in his lap, trying to warm up.

What an unfortunate spot for you to be.

He tried to move you, but every time he repositioned you, you ended up back on the same spot, right on his hardening cock. You already assumed that whatever was poking you was a key or a pocket knife.

Every time you moved, your ass rubbed against his cock. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning in your ear. He wasn’t complaining, but it wasn’t exactly the best thing that could happen right now. How would you react if you found out your boss had a thing for you, getting to the point where he gets hard just thinking about you? You’d call him a creep, wouldn’t you?

You only noticed when you felt something wet against you. You got out of his lap and took off your skirt to inspect the wet spot. That only made his throbbing erection worse. His cock was painfully hard, the last thing he needed was for you to humiliate him, even if it was only you two.

Looking down at him sitting on the couch, you finally noticed the tent in his pants. He couldn’t even look at you, he just sat there, waiting for you to insult him.

“I’m sorry... it just happened. I tried to move you! I swear! It’s not my fault...” he mumbled, letting his hair cover his face so he didn’t have to look at you.

Imagine the surprise on his face when you kissed him.

He wasted no time in forcing your mouth open for his tongue. Immediately, he started groping anywhere he could reach, his hands slipping under your hoodie. You tried to pull away to breathe, but he didn’t let you, holding your head in place, still trying to get a taste of you.

He pulled away, eagerly taking off your clothes, only leaving you in your underwear, before doing the same. He pulled you on his lap, biting your neck to leave proof that he was there, that he had you, even for a few minutes. His grip on you tightened, he didn’t want this to be the last time.

Your blindfold was still on, that’s the one thing he didn’t try to take off. You slowly removed it, dropping it on the floor as he picked you up and carried you to the bed. His eyes tearing up a little bit from the thought of you leaving. He didn’t even realize you took your blindfold off.

He didn’t find disgust when he looked into them, most people would have despised him, calling him a creep and a pervert. You didn’t seem to care that he was staring at you. All he found was soft, e/c eyes staring back into his. It made his heart stop, he could get lost in your eyes for hours.

He reached behind you to unclip your bra. He couldn’t believe you didn’t push him away, everyone else would have. His chuckle made your eyes glow more than they already did, a small smile appearing on your face, barely noticeable from where he was.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back into a heated kiss, his hands exploring your thighs as you let him have you. He took in every scent, every sound, every movement, anything that had to do with you. He loved it, it made his heart ache thinking it would end.

He moved one of your hands to his member, his precum staining his boxers. You pulled away and kissed his jaw, squeezing his cock through his boxers, earning a yelp from him as he started thrusting his hips into your touch.

You removed his boxers, revealing his throbbing member. It definitely wasn’t small, and you weren’t sure how it’d fit. Tomura’s a fairly skinny guy, but his cock was the opposite. Long and thick, the head of it covered in his precum, already covering your hand.

He groaned as you moved your hand up and down it, his eyes closing as he threw his head back. It felt so good to have a girl touch him so intimately, especially you. He forced your head down, your lips just an inch away from the leaking head of his cock.

His breathing picked up as he pushed your head down on his cock. God, you felt good. He started thrusting into your mouth, giving you no time to adjust. It wasn’t bad, not at all, the only thing you could complain about was your jaw starting to hurt.

It didn’t take him long to finish. He pulled your head back before throwing you back against the bed. His hands found their way to your wrists, pinning them above your head. You looked so pretty with his cum on you, he couldn’t resist taking a picture!

As you tried to get comfortable, he slid his hand under your underwear, making you freeze.

“Damn, you really are a slut, aren’t you?” He said, a small chuckle following not long after as he shoved a finger inside, your whimpers only fueling him.

“It would be a shame to let you go, wouldn’t it? You’d make such a good little pet, just for me...” he said, his voice low and husky as he leaned against your ear.

Pushing two fingers into you, he rubbed your clit with his thumb, cherishing every noise you made, memorizing every moan and whine that came out of your mouth. Every little movement, every little sound, he had memorized, just in case this was the only time, in case you actually grew brain cells and realized what was going on.

He knelt down, his face eye-level with your dripping little cunt. He pulled his fingers out and licked them, cherishing your taste. Slowly, he pushed his tongue in, letting you get used to the feeling before lapping at your walls.

His hands grabbed your thighs, keeping you from closing your legs around his head as he continued his assault. With every lick, he moaned shamelessly against your clit. Your lewd noises only fueled him as he pulled you closer to him.

“C’mon little slut, I’m waiting. It’s alright, go ahead and let yourself go, I won’t complain.” He said, his smirk growing as he lowered his head again, hands gripping your thighs harder.

He licked up every drop of your cum, whether it was on his bed or on you. He got up, immediately pinning your arms as he crawled on top of you. He lowered his head to bite your neck, more proof that he was there, and proof that it had actually happened.

He pulled your hips up to meet his own, lining ha cock against your entrance as he pushed the tip in. He let you adjust to just his tip before he slammed the rest of his member into you. Your pleas for him to slow down falling on deaf ears as he pounded into your tight little cunt.

“Good girl, you’re taking me so well! I’ll break you slowly, sound good? I’m sure you’ll be fine. You were already so fucking wet for me, weren’t you? You like being held by your boss, don’t you? C’mon little slut, let me hear how good I make you feel, it’s just us!” He whispered in your ear, his pace never ceasing.

You couldn’t even speak, only managing to get one or two words out before getting cut off by your own noises. All you could do was nod, but that seemed to get the message through.

He sped up, chasing his own release as he played with your thighs, kneading the soft skin on one before moving his hand back to your hips.

“That’s it baby, just like that! You’re doing so well! It’d be a shame to stop now, but I don’t think you want me to.”

He finished with a groan, taking his cock out of your swollen cunt, letting both of your juices leak out before taking a picture. He’d have material for weeks now.

He laid down next to you, slipping on your hoodie for you before pressing his chest against your back. His arms found their way around your waist. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, leaving gentle kisses along your collarbone and up your neck.

“You won’t leave me... right?” He asked, his voice quiet and weak as he spoke, barely audible at all.

“Of course not shig! Why would you think that? Is something wrong?” You asked, your voice stained with concern. All he did in response was shake his head.

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“What’s wrong with him!” You shouted, unaware that Tomura was behind the door, waiting with food he had gotten for you. “He just won’t leave me alone Toga, what’d I even do? He’s persistent, and its getting on my nerves.” You said, his heart broke into a million pieces.

This wasn’t you, it couldn’t be. It was just one of twice’s clones, it had to be! There was no way his loving girlfriend would say anything like that about him... right?

“You could just tell shig doll.” Dabi spoke up, his figure looming over yours as he moved to the door. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind taking care of it, just one less asshat for both of you.”

“He’s busy, and every time I try to talk to him, he gets dragged away by someone. So tell me, how am I supposed to do that? He’s barely ever alone with me anyway.” You said, clearly annoyed, though it did help you to know Dabi at least thought about a solution for you. Guess he did care at least some.

Toga stood in silence as Shigaraki tried to process what he had heard. Your food was getting cold by the time he realized it wasn’t about him. Slowly, he waited for a description, but he never got one.

Instead, he followed you for the day. Waiting for this so called “asshat” to approach you. So far, everyone that had approached you had a reason, whether it was to talk about an upcoming mission or to ask about your relationship.

Just as he was leaving for a meeting, that little son of a bitch had showed up. He was being really touchy with you, grabbing you from behind and talking to you like you were old pals. It made Tomura’s blood boil.

“Y/N! We’re late, let’s go.” He shouted, just looking for some excuse to get you away from him.

The second you were within his reach, he grabbed you. Quickly biting your neck before licking the wound. He pampered you with kisses, holding you tightly against him. Your face might as well be the color red itself. He only stopped to glare at the other male, who was watching in disbelief, before going back to you.

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He always had you next to him from then on, whether it was just for a quick meeting or a conversation with Re-destro. The only exception was missions, you weren’t even allowed to go anywhere outside of the base without him or one of the original league members, maybe even Re-destro or Trumpet if he was in a good mood.

There were days he’d clear his schedule just so he could stay in bed with you for an extra few hours before you woke up.

When he’d leave, there would always be a pile of his clothes on his gaming chair for you. He’d gotten you shoes to match his. He let you paint his nails once or twice before as well. He’d walk around the base with his hands on display, clearly taking pride in them, all because it was done by you. Toga would laugh with Dabi, twice would argue with himself about whether it was cute or not, and the other males would ignore it.

Every night, he’d usually come back to his room with you sleeping in his bed. On rare occasions when you couldn’t sleep, you’d curl up in his lap and sleep. He’d have to carry you back to his room from his spot in meetings, kissing your forehead before going back to reviewing mission plans.

On rare occasions that you were awake, you’d leave food on the bedside table for him in case he got back before you. Little stickers would be placed on the side of the plate, almost always left by toga or twice. You had given up on taking them off, for every time you’d remove one, another one would show up in the same spot.

The first time you had gotten your period, he freaked out. You were mad at him and he didn’t even know why! He thought he fucked up, that you’d break up with him the second you calmed down. Eventually, Toga explained it to him. She would give him small snacks for him to leave next to you. Rings, roses, necklaces, and food would be left as peace offerings. If you needed anything he’d get it, whether you asked for it or not. He did find it cute when you’d sit in the pile of clothes he had worn for the day in one of his hoodies, but you’d never let him actually put them back on.

You’d both spend hours trying out games. He bought you your own controller and wrote your name on it. The second anyone would touch it, he’d throw the nearest object at them, whether it was a chair or a pen.

You’d walk around the base in his clothes, which were clearly too big on you. Sometimes you’d even attempt to match him. You’d bandage your limbs and slip on some of his clothes in order to look like him. The only difference in clothing was your blindfold and “father”. He’ll drag you around and show you off for the whole day. Don’t complain please, it makes him happy when you act like it’s fun, even if it isn’t.

The only time either of you would take off your face covering was when you two were alone. Every time, he’d get lost in your eyes as you held his hand. Artist gloves were worn every time, just in case. He couldn’t get enough of you. Every detail, every noise, and every movement was memorized.

He was changing the whole world for you, whether he admits it or not.

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I really don’t like how it turned out but it’s been in my drafts for a long time

[intheticklecloset]

Say Stop (World Trigger)

YES HI @skribblz I DID A THING LOL

Summary: When Yuma steals his phone, Osamu attempts to tickle it back from him. However, he quickly learns that tickling Yuma Kuga is not like tickling anyone else.

A/N: I've never in my life posted a fic all seven days in a week but I got majorly inspired and I don't want to wait to share this so HERE! TAKE IT NOW! (plus I just learned that it's Yuma's birthday today so like that worked out really well lol)

I'm still in the first half of the first season of the anime, so please forgive anything that may be incorrect in this fic. I just really, really wanted to do this for skribblz and I got hit with major inspiration to write it last night so I just kind of let the momentum carry me to this point of posting it. Hopefully it's still good even if it's not 100% accurate! <3

Word Count: 1,233

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���Osamu? Hello?” Yuma waved his hand in the air, hoping to get his friend’s attention. “Hello? Hey, Osamu!”

But Osamu was too busy staring at his phone, absorbed in a news article he was reading about the latest Neighbor attack. He didn’t even hear his smaller friend, let alone see him.

Yuma frowned, hummed, then snatched the phone from the dark-haired boy’s hands in a flash, holding it behind his back so Osamu would have no choice but to focus on him, even if for only a moment. “Hey.”

“What the—?” Osamu blinked, taking a second to meet Yuma’s gaze. “Why’d you do that?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for a few minutes now. You just kept looking at your phone.”

“Oh…sorry.” The taller boy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wasn’t trying to ignore you. I was just reading something.”

Yuma pulled the phone out from behind his back and scanned the article briefly. “Reading stuff like this isn’t going to help you, you know.”

“I know. I just like to be informed.” Osamu held out his hand. “Can I have it back now?”

Yuma blinked up at him, then shrugged and pocketed the phone in his hoodie. “No.”

“What – what do you mean no? That’s my phone.”

“No more doomsday stuff. You need to stop worrying so much,” Yuma said easily, continuing to walk along as if nothing had happened. “I’m keeping this at least until you get home.”

“But…we have training today!”

“I’m aware.”

Osamu stared at Yuma. He almost couldn’t believe his friend was acting like this, but on the other hand, it was totally in his character to do something like steal his phone. The kid was definitely a mystery, but he still wanted his device back.

“Give it back, Yuma,” he said, a little more firmly this time. He stopped walking to enunciate his point. “Please.”

Yuma stopped as well, turning to look up at him. For a moment he just stood there, regarding Osamu with his calculating eyes. Then he smirked. “What are you going to do if I don’t?”

Osamu frowned. He considered the question, then decided his best course of action was to act fast and talk later. He plunged his hand into Yuma’s hoodie pocket, grabbing for his stolen phone.

Yuma yelped and started squirming. “Ah! Wahahahait – hey!” He twisted away from his friend’s attempts to wrestle the phone back and clutched his chest, panting a little. “Jeez, you don’t have to attack me or anything.”

Osamu didn’t reply. He was too hung up on why Yuma had giggled like that. Was this all just a game to him? One he knew Osamu couldn’t possibly win? Or was it…

Suddenly it clicked. His eyes widened. “Are you ticklish?”

“Of course.” Yuma said it like it should have been obvious.

“I didn’t know Neighbors could be ticklish.”

“Most of us are people, just like you. I’ve already told you that. We eat and drink and sleep just like you. Why shouldn’t we also be ticklish?”

“I…I guess so.” Osamu blinked, eyed the front of Yuma’s hoodie again, and moved in a second time. “In that case, I think I know how to get my phone back.”

Yuma clutched the openings on either side of his pocket, anticipating Osamu would go for his device straightaway once more. Instead, he ended up bursting into giggles when the taller boy grabbed onto his sides and squeezed up and down rapidly.

“Hehehehehey! Whahahahat are you dohohohoing?”

“Tickling you, obviously.” Osamu grinned. He wasn’t even thinking about his phone anymore. It was fun just to hear his smaller friend laugh.

“Okay, buhuhuhuhuhut why?” Yuma didn’t sound at all bothered by the situation, despite his cackling and squirming.

“Well, at first it was to get my phone back.” Osamu smirked. “But now I’m kind of doing just because I want to.”

Tickling Yuma wasn’t at all like tickling a normal person, Osamu quickly realized. Sure, the kid laughed and struggled now and then, but he never protested in the slightest, never really tried to get away. He certainly wasn’t trying to turn the tables, either. It was at once an enlightening and slightly disappointing experience.

“Aren’t you going to ask me to stop?” Osamu finally asked.

“Why shohohohohould I?” Yuma giggled.

“Because…well, isn’t it driving you crazy?”

“Nohohohohohot really.”

Of course it wasn’t. Osamu blinked. “Is it bothering you at all? Like, don’t you even kind of want to get away?”

“Nohohohoho. Tihihihihickling is fuhuhuhun.” Yuma suddenly grabbed Osamu’s wrists to pry him off, and the taller boy stopped without hesitation. He looked up at his friend. “Do you want me to want to get away?”

“I…I don’t know.” Osamu frowned. “Usually when humans are tickled it’s just a natural instinct to want to squirm away or fight back or…or something. Even people who like it end up saying stop eventually.”

“Ah.” Yuma nodded seriously. “So if I want to fit in with humans, I should ask you to stop when you tickle me?”

Osamu was at a complete loss. He struggled to find the words to explain. “W-Well, no, I mean…if you like it – if you’re not bothered by it – then I don’t see why you should have to say stop if you don’t want to. It’s just…” He huffed out a sigh. “I was going to use it to convince you to let me have my phone back, but if tickling has no effect on you that way, then…”

Yuma blinked. “Is it a torture method?”

“No! I mean – I mean it kind of used to be, in the past, but…” Osamu groaned, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. “Agh, I don’t know how to explain it.”

“…humans have a weird way of looking at tickling.”

“Well, how do you see it?”

“It’s just fun.” Yuma shrugged. “Not all Neighbors enjoy it, but I don’t mind. It’s fun and relaxing and a good way to bond with someone.”

Osamu put his glasses back on. “So you just…let people tickle you for as long as they want?”

“Oh, certainly not. I’m very capable of stopping people when I’m no longer interested.”

“But you never say stop?”

“I have no need to.” Yuma tilted his head. “Osamu, if you tickle me again, I can ask you to stop rather than force you to if you’d like.”

All of a sudden Osamu’s mind latched onto something else his smaller friend had just said. “Wait…when you’re no longer interested? You just get bored?”

“No. I reach my limit, as everyone does eventually.”

“So…” The taller boy couldn’t help but smirk again, hopeful. “Do you have a spot that makes you reach that limit quickly?”

“Yes.”

“Where is it?”

Yuma opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked up at Osamu with those calculating red eyes of his once more, then smirked, shrugged, and turned his back. “Why don’t you find out, and I’ll tell you to stop when I’m done?”

Well, Osamu certainly wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass him by. He wrapped Yuma in a bear hug from behind, digging his fingers into his sides once more, enjoying the squealing giggles that erupted from the smaller boy in waves. He grinned. Tickling Yuma was certainly different from tickling anyone else, but he had a feeling he’d learn to enjoy it just as much.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

@sajdd

Ok since one singular person asked for this the Big Explanation for Everything In My C!Tommy Design.

General:

c!Tommy, in general, I always try and find a balance between my really soft style and c!Tommy's rougher personality. I draw him with soft features but very sharp eyes, both to make his facial features distinct from cc!Tommy and a contrast to c!Tubbo who I draw with less rounded features but much softer eyes. I try and keep his usual expressions slightly smug and self-assured, to get across c!Tommy's bravado.

I generally draw him with tanned skin, as I imagine he’d spend a lot of time outdoors. This does vary on the arc I’m drawing him in, though, for example he’s much less tan in Pogtopia because he has less access to natural light whereas he’s more tan in exile due to not having much shelter from the sun. This is also done to make the pale scar on his nose bridge more noticeable- it’s one of the two scars I draw Tommy as having from the beginning, as I feel it shows c!Tommy's scrappy, determined personality very well. The other scar is a long jagged vivisection scar which is there to show my labinnit headcanon lol.

While I draw c!Tommy with varying hairstyles and lengths, I always draw him with curly textured hair that’s a very pale blond. I also draw his hair as leaning to one side and partially covering his eye, similar to how I draw c!Wilbur's hair, to show their closeness. I also draw c!Tommy with similar wings to c!Wilbur and c!Philza- specifically, I draw them with the same starry night sky pattern I do with c!Philza, but a lot smaller and atrophied.

I really like putting lots of fun design elements in characters eyes because drawing eyes is fun and c!Tommy is no exception! I draw his eyes a very bright electric blue, and I use a small brush and very light varied colours to make them look like they’re filled with little stars. I also give him red pupils to match his main colour association in either the shape of a full or broken heart depending on the arc. I went with a heart design to show his hidden kindness and loyalty.

There’s also a lot of design elements that are admittedly there primarily because I enjoy drawing them, and less for any specific reason. The fangs do have the most reason, to help show c!Tommy's rougher personality, but I also just like drawing fangs lol. (I also draw him with braces in every arc, since I imagine he couldn’t get them removed in exile and he didn’t have the time to care afterwards). I also draw him with bioluminescent, starlike freckles and a strange blood colour which is also used to help texture the skin (well, slightly, it’s not super noticeable but it’s pink instead of red) which are both just things I like to draw.

Also, this is a small detail, but I always draw c!Tommy with a Church Prime necklace (unless I forget it which I do sometimes lol). It’s a good way of showing his faith through a quick look.

Fun fact, what’s probably most noticeable about my c!Tommy design is that as soon as Tommy made the joke about his character being made in a lab I picked it up and ran with it, specifically the idea of him potentially being a clone of c!Philza. I draw them with identical facial features and hair colour/texture, though a lot of the more supernatural features of c!Philza are toned down on him. That’s specifically because due to my hc that c!Philza is an angel and angels as ageless it’d be impossible to clone them exactly so c!Tommy has some random human/hybrid dna thrown in haphazardly (which also makes him a mess of instincts from pretty much every animal ever lol)

Disc War:

I really like the headcanon that c!Tommy was nine during the L'Manburg war entirely because its really funny to imagine c!Wilbur looking at this literal nine year old and being “yes, my right hand man, responsible enough to help manage a nation in my stead,” so c!Tommy is roughly 9ish around this time in my design.

During the early Disc War is probably the only time I actually draw c!Tommy as close to his actual Minecraft skin lmao. It helps show that, despite the fact I don’t hc him as human he is mostly just a normal kid. I don’t draw c!Tommy in the traditional red and white t-shirt entirely just because I want to make sure he’s not mistakable for Dave Strider though. I have him in a white button-up shirt, a red and white hoodie, cargo pants, and trainers.

During this arc, I draw c!Tommy's hair as fairly short and very similar to how I draw c!Wilbur, as this was back when he idolised his brother and I think drawing their hair so similar shows that well.

L'Manburg:

This covers the time from the beginning of the L'Manburg war up to c!Tommy's second exile to Pogtopia, so this design covers a period of years from when I hc c!Tommy was nine up until about thirteen.

During the war, c!Tommy wears his uniform without modification, except for of course wearing his Prime necklace, but afterwards he and the rest of the residents of L'Manburg (except c!Wilbur) slightly modified their uniforms to better fit their own tastes. Specifically, he wears his trainers instead of combat boots, loose trousers instead of shorts, and a slightly shorter and short-sleeved revolutionary jacket, for easier mobility.

During the war, his two canon deaths left him permanent injuries and scars. His death in the final control room, where he broke his leg during his desperate attempt to escape, left that leg permanently weakened (along with being badly scarred) and requiring a leg brace to help him stand and walk properly. The arrow through his skull during his duel with c!Dream left him with a large scar on his temple, covering his brows in crack-like scars which also leave him with frequent migraines.

During the L'Manburg arc, c!Tommy's hair in my design still looks like c!Wilburs as they were still close during this arc.

Pogtopia:

Since Pogtopia apparently lasted two years (which is probably from Cursed Timeline Lore but I love cursed lore it’s hilarious,) c!Tommy would be around 13 to 15 here.

In Pogtopia, I draw c!Tommy as wearing similar clothes to during the Disc War arc, however, I also add on a loose belt holding knives, to show c!Tommy's increased need for self defence along with his fondness for knives lol. I actually don’t do the bandanna design with c!Tommy and c!Tubbo a lot of people do mostly because I couldn’t figure out how to get it to work with c!Tommy's hoodie. They have an equivalent but it’s later on alas.

As c!Tommy and c!Wilbur get more distant, c!Tommy grows out his hair slightly, and wears it tied in the back in a short ponytail.

Exile:

Oh I have a lot of things to talk about here >:). As a quick note to my messed up timeline, c!Tommy would be 15 here.

During exile, c!Tommy wears the same clothes as he did in Pogtopia initially, though due to lack of care and supplies, they eventually of course fray and rip. He also wears c!Wilbur's old ragged longcoat, even though it barely keeps out the cold, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes weirdly comforting. Over time, he rips up his shirt for bandages to the point he’s not wearing anything under his hoodie. His leg brace breaks and he makes a new one out of branches and leaves. (He could ask c!Dream, but he doesn’t want to be fucking reliant on him, relying on pity handouts like a child, so he won’t.)

Eventually, since c!Dream doesn’t exactly want c!Tommy to get hypothermia and die anticlimactically, he gives c!Tommy one of his capes. This is one of my favourite character design decisions I’ve made lmao. I specifically draw it looking too-big, despite the fact that doesn’t make much sense because they’re the same height, so it looks almost like he’s getting enveloped in c!Dream's green shades, and it also hides c!Tommy's wings which helps reinforce the loss of freedom.

c!Tommy gains… a lot of scars over exile. I mean he was literally hit by an axe multiple times. Specifically they’re primarily around the shoulders or the torso. I also draw him with a Glasgow grin, specifically curved to resemble Dream's mask, along with smaller, self inflicted, scratch and bite marks covering his arms. In addition, due to him barely eating I draw c!Tommy from this point onwards looking very scrawny. This is also where c!Tommy's pupils change from hearts to broken hearts! They never turn back :)

During exile, Tommy's hair grows out a lot, down to just past his shoulders, in a matted mess. c!Dream used to braid it at the back, like how I draw c!Dream's own hair, but it very quickly grew too matted with saltwater, mud, and blood to style :) :) :)

Bedrock Bros:

c!Tommy turns sixteen here during my scuffed timeline.

c!Tommy patches up the rips and tears in his clothes. He can’t fully salvage his cargo trousers, so he turns them into shorts. He makes his own shoes out of leather to replace the ones he lost. There’s a gaping hole in his hoodie pocket that couldn’t be stitched up. He'll patch it up later. c!Techno gives him one of his capes to keep him warm, fur lined and arctic blue with silvery snowflakes embroidered on. c!Tommy has to be reminded, or he puts on the green cape, turned a dull viridian from the sun, that makes him feel both safe and so, so afraid.

Scars heal, but never fully fade. Still, his eyes brighten again, somewhat, even if the bags under his eyes less disappear and more just turn a strange gold. He finally has the time to clean out his hair, and c!Techno ties it into a short, loose braid at the back. With the cape, he almost looks like c!Techno like that. Obviously, the visual implication here is to show that even though it’s obviously not exile, c!Techno is still suppressing c!Tommy's identity, albeit unknowingly (and the gold is from his constant eating of golden apples).

Final Disc War:

By this point, c!Tommy's back to just wearing his old clothes, tattered and frail as they might be. He finds his old sneakers, and day by day he sees himself in the mirror a bit more than the gunpowder on a battered trenchcoat, blood on a smiley face mask, wither rot on the edges of an elaborate snowy cape. He patches the hole in his hoodie with a piece of the fabric from one of c!Tubbo's old shirts. He lends him one of his too-small hoodies so he can do the same.

He still braids his hair, but in his own way, in a tightly woven ratstail braid more for convenience than for aesthetics. Character design wise, it’s another way to show c!Tommy's openly rougher personality than say, c!Dream or c!Techno, and so’s the patchwork clothes and rough shorts and scars. Like I said, maintaining a mix of rough and soft is very important to me in how I draw c!Tommy, and I’m very satisfied with how I pull it off here and in the next entry.

Revival:

the story has handed me the opportunity to make my favourite boy undead. i will not pass up the opportunity to make my favourite boy undead.

After revival, c!Tommy stops aging, at least in appearance. His skin… less pale, more colourless and almost grey. One of his eyes glows a pure, empty white now, like ghosts do, and the white messy streak in his hair doesn’t glow but it’s white enough it might as well.

The injuries of his death bear apparent on his form. His limbs can bend at impossible angles, his entire body covered head to toe in bruises. Two black eyes cover his face like a raccoon mask, and the ugly mottled marks of strangulation on his throat stand out like a sore thumb. You cannot look at him anymore and not see that he hasn’t died. He avoids mirrors again.

There’s stranger things, too, like how he doesn’t bleed anymore, any cuts just revealing an impossibly dark void beneath his marble-cold skin. Sometimes he goes weeks without eating, the hunger only hitting once he realises. He feels so tired, so cold, in a way not even the touch of fire can stem at all. He doesn’t have a heartbeat, or breathe.

Initially, he was too tired, too out of it to even consider cutting off or dying the white streak. When he wasn’t, he’d soon learn any attempts were futile, dye fading in mere days, cut off hair half regrown in a week. It should bother him more, but he just feels numb.

[tainted-wine]

Just gonna leave this here: a quirk that turns Hawks into an actual hawk version of himself that can talk, and his poor s/o must be his falconer until the quirk wears off. Alternatively, Dabi getting chibi’d. MANY LOLS TO BE HAD. And also burnt pants pockets, if I’m not mistaken.

If Hawks was a bird, I’d imagine his appearance would resemble a Brahminy Kite aka red-backed sea eagle. Yeah, I know they’re not exactly hawks but it’s such a perfect look for him. Though I’d imagine his front plumage to look more blonde than white.

The news reporters were already swarming him. At least give him a chance to breathe; this was probably more shocking to himself than it was to them. It’s also just a little intimidating to have so many people several times his height squatting down and shoving mics into his little beak.

“Did you see the villain that did this to you, Hawks?”

“How long will this quirk last?”

“Will you be able to carry on with hero work in this condition?”

“What do you have to say to your fangirls right now?”

“Would you be willing to have a photoshoot with us and promote our bird shop?”

He raises his wings (man, it’s weird when they’re your only upper limbs) and attempts to calm everyone down.

“Relax, everyone. I’ll have this all fixed up soon, I promise! And don’t think I’ll be taking a break from hero work just because I’m small enough to perch on your arm. You villains out there better stay put!”

The flashing cameras hurt. His eyes felt more sensitive than ever.

Of course, that was a bit of a lie. Hell no, he isn’t fighting any competent villain while he’s a literal bird, but he already knows that the Hero Commission isn’t going to let him sit back even while he looks like this.

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What the fuck were you watching.

A group of reporters were crowding a bird that had just hopped out of your lover’s hero outfit which was piled on the floor. And they were calling the bird Hawks.

And then the bird spoke. With Hawks’s voice.

No way.

A bit less than an hour after those surreal interviews, a rapping sound was heard at your window. Lo and behold, the same bird you’ve been looking at all over the Tweeter feed was waving at you as he waited patiently to be let in.

You didn’t know where to even start as he waddled in, unsteady on legs that bended in ways he wasn’t used to, and large talons that scratched every surface.

“Did ya miss me, baby bird?” Wow, he really just used his seductive voice. 

Your discussion with him about what he plans to do while in his current form is as awkward as you expected, with one extra curve-ball thrown in.

Your face looms over his smaller head. “What do you mean you need me on your patrols? Patrols that you shouldn’t even be doing right now?”

He shakes and puffs up his feathers. “You’ll be my partner in crime! Well, more like you’ll be the one carrying my goods around and answering calls while I take down bad guys. And I have to make sure I always have a good takeoff spot, since I’m not as quick and limber of a flyer as I usually am. It’ll be safe, I promise.”

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It wasn’t very safe.

Sneaking up on a villain in a sketchy ally was not safe at all. Hawks was unknowingly digging his talons into your skin as he kept his body low, his wings only half-folded in case he needed to fly at any moment.

With a signaling squeeze (ouch), you swung your arm as he leapt off and flew toward the unassuming criminal.

It was...ridiculous, watching what was an intimidating man make high-pitched yelps of surprise and swat at the hawk flapping around his head. All respect as a villain is probably lost if you’re subdued by a bird that isn’t even half your size.

“Now!” Hawks shouted while he had the man’s arms pinned behind his back.

You rushed in to click the handcuffs around his wrists. 

“That’s your third arrest, baby bird! You oughta try for a hero license!” He praised you with a wink.

“Thanks, but I’d rather have this entire fever dream end as soon as possible.”

His phone vibrated in your pocket and you withdrew it to see which sidekick or Commission member was calling him this time. Instead, a strange name popped up.

“Who is...‘Burnt Bitch’?”

Hawks swooped in and snatched the phone out of your hands before you could even blink.

“Aheheheh, sorry love! This is a personal call that I gotta take myself!” He flew out of your sight, leaving you to handle the humiliated and angry villain by yourself.

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Hawks swore when he scratched his screen as he attempted to answer the call. Dammit, Dabi sure was a master of contacting him at inconvenient times. 

Having finally pressed the button, he gave his usual greeting to the fiery villain. “What’s up, Dabs?”

“So you’re a literal birdbrain right now, are you? Pretty hilarious.”

That...was not Dabi’s voice.

“Um, why do you sound like a chipmunk?”

“...I’m just using a voice changer,” the squeaky villain said. “I shouldn’t make myself too obvious when talking to you.”

Hawks scratched his head, flinching when he nearly poked his eye. “You’re just now deciding to do that, and you couldn’t pick a voice that I’d actually take seriously?”

“Like you’re one to talk. I’m impressed you managed to answer the phone without any hands. You’re meeting up with me at the usual spot tonight.”

“...Tonight?”

Dabi groaned, which sounded more like those low meows that angry cats do. “Did I stutter? Those holes in your bird head work, right? And you better not laugh when you get here.”

Click.

Hawks’s inner eyelids blinked rapidly at the phone. What would he laugh about?

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Oh.

That’s what.

Hawks rested on a trash can as he watched Dabi emerge from the shadows behind the abandoned building. He was pretty far away, his form slowly getting bigger as he got closer. Although...Hawks is pretty sure that he should look a lot bigger from that distance. Maybe the angle of his giant eyes was screwing up his depth perception.

It was only when Dabi was right in front of him did Hawks realize that the villain was the size of a toddler.

He tried not to let any laughter slip past his beak, and failed miserably.

“What did I fucking tell you?” Dabi growled in his helium voice. Oh god he wasn’t using a voice changer on the phone.

That made the bird hero laugh even harder, wings outstretched as he tried to keep his balance. “Wh-wha...” He struggled to speak between wheezes. “What the hell happened?”

Dabi shuffled in his kiddie hoodie. “Some dumbass thug thought it would be funny to chibify me. I thought it would be funny to turn him into ash, so I did.”

“Really? Do you know if it wears off overtime or did you just kill the poor guy without asking questions?”

“......”

“Holy shit!” Another fit of squawking laughter. “You might be adorable forever!”

A blue flame appeared in his tiny baby hands oh my god he’s so cute!

“Unlike you, I can still use my quirk, so keep talking if you want to become the fried chicken you love so much.”

"You-” Cough. “You don’t even need your fire.” Hawks's feathers were fully fluffed out as he tried to breathe. “If you keep talking with that high voice, I’m gonna keel over!”

A tiny scarred hand around his neck finally silenced him with a startled screech.

“You tweety little bastard.”

Hawks cracked up again as he choked.

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Shouta Aizawa has come across many strange sights during his late night patrols. Some of them gruesome, some of them obscene, and some that are just too weird to even be questioned.

Finding a child concealed in an oversized hoodie in a bout of fisticuffs with a bird of prey was in the third category.

He couldn’t even tell who was winning. The kid would sometimes get a hold of the bird for no more than a few seconds before a sharp beak digs into his hand and forces him to let go. It was the strangest wrestle that the underground hero had ever witnessed.

“Aww, try again, little baby! You almost had me that time!”

Wait a minute. That voice...

Right, Hawks was still doing work even though he was a damn actual hawk. Well, he probably doesn’t need his help with an unruly brat. 

Aizawa walked away from the scuffle and continued his scouting. There are real dangers out here that need to be taken care of.

[julie-and-the-himbo-ghosts]

Sometime You Gotta Lean On Someone Else: Chapter 2

Chapter 2 is here!! Sorry for everyone who’ve been waiting this whole time, I’m a slow writer lol. But maybe a much longer chapter makes up for it

Words: 3,679

Content warning: mild violence - Willie fights and knocks out a few dudes and it's about half of the chapter so I describe it pretty detailed, so if that's too much for you, you can skip to the line “He turned around to see every single one of the hostages staring at him slack-jawed.” Also some swearing, just like the last chapter.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Be Gay, Fight Crime

Willie thanked whatever higher power that was up there that the bank had a back alley. There were so many ways it all could’ve gone if they hadn’t had a back alley, but they shook the thought out of their head, replacing it with just Alex, Alex, Alex.

With his bike leaning up against some nasty wall, he emptied the contents of his duffel as fast as he possibly could without dropping them everywhere. Inside: a pair of his good grippy gloves; a baggy hoodie with his little skateboard design on the back; loose black pants; one of those ski masks that only left space for ski goggles uncovered; a big roll of duct tape; and his stickers with the same design as his hoodie. What they affectionately referred to as their “Be gay, fight crime” gear or, if they were feeling basic, just their Spy Bag.

He just really hoped the bank had a back door he could get through.

There had to be someone - some higher power, ancestors, the OG ally the Universe, whoever - up There looking out for him, because somehow he managed to find a backdoor into the bank that was unlocked and unblocked by bank robbers. If he was going to be honest, he didn’t know if he should be thankful that the bank had such bad security or if he should consider suing them for emotional trauma.

Pushing possible lawsuits aside, he silently slipped inside the bank and made his way toward the bathrooms, where he ditched his now-empty duffel bag and slipped his tools into his pockets.

Well, ‘tools’ was being generous, he’d admit. It was really just his duct tape and his little skateboard stickers he specifically made so he could have a Vigilante Signature™, before he was nicknamed the Highland Park Vigilante and was just Willie, the anonymous guy in baggy black clothes just helping people he saw in danger, who was just starting out as a vigilante and wanted a cool signature.

As they crept down the hall, they could hear voices - the robbers, they assumed. They started out muffled and unintelligible, but as he got closer, he could begin to make out some of their sentences.

“Man, let’s go,” One of them said, his voice accented like a guy from those old mafia movies. They decided to call him Jersey. “This is taking way longer than practice; the cops are gonna get here soon.”

It took them a second, but they finally realized the robbers were walking toward him, and he pressed himself against the wall. Shit, shit, shit. One guy they could handle well enough. Two? Two was pushing their luck.

“We’re going as fast as we can,” A second voice responded, and they just barely stopped themself from sighing in relief. It was just a patrol with a walkie-talkie.

“Hurry faster,” Jersey replied.

“Shut up and do your job,” Growled the robber on the walkie-talkie - Radio Man, to them. “We had to tie up more hostages than we expected, and Marv found one in the bathroom, so it’s taking longer than we thought.” Their breath hitched. Marv. A hostage in the bathroom. So the robber who dragged Alex from the bathroom had a name. “Quit whining about the time and make sure no one’s wandering around the halls. And don’t radio us unless it’s urgent.”

“Fine, asshole,” Jersey grit out. The radio went from static to silent, and the sound of their heartbeat filled their ears. Jersey rounded the corner, and Willie waited until he was all the way into the hallway before they sprang out of their position against the wall.

“What the—” They heard the robber start, and they kicked him in the stomach before he could reach for his gun or radio. Jersey stumbled back, but didn’t fall over, and quickly recovered. He swung at them - too wide, they noticed, and too easy to dodge - so he ducked his head back and caught his arm with their own. Before Jersey could take his arm back, they followed it up with a jab straight into his nose. While Jersey reeled back, they swung their other fist into his chin with his left hook, finally knocking him out for good. When he finally slumped to the floor, they snatched their duct tape out of their pocket and wrapped his wrists up securely before ditching him in a nearby closet.

Willie pocketed Jersey’s radio as well, and then took off down the hall, deeper into the bank.

~~~

The bank was practically a maze, he realized, and he added the fact that he accompanied Alex here all the time to the list of things he was thankful for.

Alex. Just the thought of him overtook the adrenaline racing through his veins from taking down Jersey with the cool rush of fear. This wasn’t just any job - there were actual people in danger, Alex included, and - if he was being scarily honest - he didn’t actually know if he was okay. Anything could’ve happened after he hung up the phone, and the thought, the thought, of Alex being anything other than okay made him want to curl up and cry.

But he couldn’t because Alex was in danger, and curling up on the floor didn't help him, didn't help Alex, and didn't help the other hostages in the bank. The only people it did help were Jersey, Radio Man, and their buddies.

He steeled himself and moved faster down the halls and towards the hostages - towards Alex.

~~~

When the maze of halls ended, it dropped them off in a little doorway next to the bank tell counter - close enough for them to duck behind the counter without anyone seeing them, but accessible for customers to use to go to the bathroom, for example.

They rolled behind the counter from the doorway and stuck their head up so they could peek through the glass that would usually separate the tellers from the customers.

The blinds on the front windows of the bank were drawn, and the hostages were all clustered together on the opposite end of the tellers’ counters. About ten of them, they estimated, including Alex, sticking out from the others with his bright blond hair, pink shirt, and black fanny pack. They had to freeze to stop themself from just running over there and releasing him. They had to deal with the robber guarding them first, and then Radio Man, and then any other robbers that might be there.

They couldn’t see the robber guarding them right off the bat, and they must have peeked their head up a little too high looking for him because one of the hostages snapped their head around and locked eyes with them.

And naturally, with their luck, it was Alex.

Alex looked panicked - well, more panicked than he was just being a hostage - and Willie put a finger up his mouth as if to shush him from the other side of the room. Alex, thankfully, looked like he got the message, and he snapped his eyes away from theirs.

With that disaster averted, they continued to scan the room for the guard. With this amount of energy they needed to spend looking for him, his name needed to be Waldo. Waldo was at the front, practically dead in front of Willie, pulling the blind away from the window to look through.

Seizing the distraction, Willie vaulted over the counter - careful not to knock his legs on the glass - and ran silently across the room, and he almost made it.

Waldo turned around when he was just feet away from him, and he swung his gun towards them.

Fuck.

It was a cliche, they knew, but it felt like everything moved in slow motion for a few moments. Willie saw the gun swinging towards their face, the pull of the trigger, the bullet shooting out of the gun. They stopped dead in their tracks and threw their weight backwards. Willie saw the bullet shoot towards them and fly over their face almost in slow motion, as if it was moving through jelly instead of air. The shot was nearly deafening, but the momentum of the sudden stop and throwing their weight back caused them slid on the ground like a baseball player sliding into home base - except, instead of sliding into home base, they slammed into Waldo’s legs and bowled him over. He crashed to the ground, and the gun clattered out of his hands and onto the floor. They rolled to the side and grabbed it, pointing it at Waldo before he could get himself off the ground.

He hoped he didn’t seem as unsure on the outside as he did on the inside, because shit, he hated guns. Just levelling a gun at Waldo - a robber who took Alex hostage and shot at them - made his stomach roil. There was a reason he ran around town as a vigilante instead of joining the police force. Well, multiple reasons, but he didn’t have the time to list every single one.

“Don’t move,” He told Waldo.

“Who the hell are you?” The man just said in response, his voice incredulous.

They recognized that voice.

They didn’t know him or anything dramatic and cliché like that, but they’d heard it before. Only two words, to be fair, but it was a memorable two words.

Waldo was the guy that dragged Alex out of the bathroom.

A surge of rage shot through him. He knew it was irrational and unreasonable and downright dangerous, but he was pissed. He’s the reason Alex is in danger.

“Give me your arms,” He growled. He didn’t consider himself an angry person, not in the slightest - he might get irritated, sometimes, but never really pissed. There was a very short list of special offenses that got him pissed.

He could add ‘endangering Alex’ to that list, then.

Waldo - no, Asshole now - put his hands up in a defensive pose. “Okay, okay. Don’t shoot.” He slowly outstretched his arms, fingers linked. Willie reached into his pocket to grab his duct tape - gun still trained on Asshole - and used his teeth to pull up the edge of the tape. They carefully slipped the gun into another one of their pockets - thank God for cargo pants - and started wrapping Asshole’s wrists in tape.

But Asshole had another idea.

Using his clasped hands like a fist, he swung his hand at their face and caught them in the jaw. They reeled back a step from the force of the swing, then shot their elbow out and smashing it into the side of his jaw, quickly following it up with a kick to his stomach and another punch. Asshole collapsed to the ground, out like a light, and he finished wrapping his arms and legs in duct tape.

He turned around to see every single one of the hostages staring at him slack-jawed. Some were incredulous, like they were thinking “What?? The hell??” - not some of their fans, then. Others had more of a shocked, wow-I-just-got-saved-from-a-bank-robber-by-the-Highland-Park-Vigilante look, the one that always made him smile a bit. There were two kinds of people.

Well. Not if they counted Alex (and they always did).

Alex…Alex was a little harder to read; his emotions weren’t in plain view like the rest of them. You’d think he would be the easiest to read, being his completely hopeless crush neighbour, but Willie just could not read tone or emotion sometimes. They were many an English teacher’s nightmare kid - he spent countless free periods and lunches in high school with English teachers desperately trying to teach them, but none ever succeeded. There was a reason he used to be a chemistry major, and it was because chemistry was straight hard facts and not that ‘open to interpretation’ chaos.

Anyways. Alex.

Alex looked shocked like the others, of course, but there was also a hint of admiration - and was that a blush? - that made their cheeks heat up, too. He’d never been more grateful for the mask covering his cheeks.

It might’ve been a little weird, they realized later, the way they just stared at Alex for a bit - okay, a lot - longer than normal, especially as the Highland Park Vigilante and not his friendly neighbourhood he/they.

Sirens pierced the quiet, low and muffled in the distance, and that sent another little shot of adrenaline through his veins. Shit. He had to get out of there and change and get away from the scene, not to mention Radio Man, who was still loose in the building somewhere and was definitely going to start to hear the sirens soon.

They moved to rush out of the room but stopped midstep and went in Alex’s direction instead. As they got closer, Alex’s mouth dropped open slightly with a hint of incredulity that made them smile. Digging around his pocket, he grabbed one of his several vigilante signature stickers that he carried around to leave his mark and pressed it into Alex’s hand with a dramatic wink.

If Alex hadn’t been blushing before, he definitely was now, with that dark pink tinge to his cheeks and his mouth gaping open even more than before.

They let themself revel in the warm, bubbly feeling of pleasure making Alex blush gave them while they jogged out of the room.

~~~

Willie opened the door to the bathroom - the same one he ditched his empty duffle bag in before he took down all the robbers - slowly, checking to see if there was anyone in the hallways before walking out.

He’d found and knocked out Radio Man just as the cops arrived at the scene. Instead of having to negotiate with several robbers with hostages, they found, the hostages walked out of the bank, free and unharmed, as soon as they arrived. He laughed to himself, thinking of the confusion those cops were facing - before they found out he was behind it, of course.

With just their head peeking out the door, he scanned the hallway, looking for any cops or stray people walking around that would almost certainly find some random guy from off the street carrying a duffle bag inside a bank-turned-crime-scene right after a robbery foiled by a vigilante extremely suspicious. So really, he was just on the lookout for anyone.

There was someone moving down the hall, but he didn’t know if it was fortunate or unfortunate for him that the someone was Alex.

He quickly threw his duffel back into the bathroom and walked out of the door as if it was a completely normal thing for someone to be randomly using the bathroom in a recent bank-turned-crime-scene. He could be subtle - on a good day.

With a better view, he could see Alex’s face better; he had that look on his face he always had when he was in a light worry-anxiety combo spiral. But when he locked his eyes on them, it morphed into one much more surprised and relieved.

“Willie?” He nearly cried, and ran up to hug them. “What are you doing here? How did you get in? Why were you in the bathroom?”

Willie let a little laugh escape his throat and he returned the hug, embracing him tightly. Alex is okay, Alex is okay, Alex is okay, his brain repeated like a broken record. “That’s a lot of questions, hotdog.”

Alex pulled away - he immediately mourned the loss of his body heat pressed against him - and they could see a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

“That’s not— I was worried, okay?”

They gave his shoulder a little shove. “You were worried? I’m not the one who got taken hostage.” He hoped the light tone in his voice covered up the immense worry and anxiety and fear that had been crushing him since Alex first called him.

“Well, I’m not the one with a history of doing dumb thing things with a low impulse control,” Alex shot back.

Well, I hate to break it to you, but that’s exactly what happened, he thought. Doing dumb things? Check. Low impulse control? Always.

“Yeah, well, I’m not dumb enough to try to take on three bank robbers by myself,” He gave him a little laugh, like Yeah, of course I would never do that, Alex. God, he hoped he wasn’t as unconvincing as he sounded.

Alex gave him a weird, hey-wait-a-second look. “Wait, how’d you know there were three?”

Fuck.

His breath caught in his throat, and he felt his all-too-fake smile plastered on his face.

Think fast think fast thinkfastthinkfastthinkfast—

“Uhh,” They started, and they could feel Alex’s glare on him. “The, uh, the cops told me when I got here. I asked what happened and they told me, and then they let me use the bathroom in here as long as I didn’t ‘mess with the crime scene’.” They cringed internally with how bad the lie was.

But Alex seemed to buy it.

Something in Alex’s hand glinted under the harsh fluorescents of the bank and caught their eye. It was his vigilante sticker he’d pressed into his hand before the cops came.

A little balloon of something bubbled in his chest. He kept the sticker. They didn’t really know what they expected him to do with it, but it still shocked them anyways (and if it made him irrationally happy, then that was no one’s business but his own).

“Hey, what’s that?” He innocently (and impulsively) asked Alex, gesturing lightly to the sticker.

“Oh, uh,” Alex spluttered, looking completely caught out. “It’s nothing, really.”

Willie bit down on his growing smile. “You lying to me, hotdog?” He put a dramatic hand to his chest. “You wound me.”

His stuttering trailed off, and Alex looked at him helplessly. “No?”

They couldn’t help it; they giggled. Alex just had that effect on them. “Oh, come on, spill,” They whined and lightly pushed his shoulder again.

Okay, they were willing to admit that the teasing might have been unnecessary, given that they knew everything that happened down to the last detail, but it was hey, it was fun, too.

Alex gave a big, dramatic sigh and a roll of his eyes. “The vigilante who saved us, the Highland Park Vigilante, they usually mark all the places they save people with a sticker. But, uh, since it was a bank and the cops were on their way and everything, they just gave me the sticker instead.”

“Oh my God, you’re blushing.” He definitely was; a light blush dusting his cheeks proved it.

“I am not.” The higher pitch in his voice and the darker pink tint of his blush betrayed him.

“Oh, you so are.”

“Okay, fine, I might be blushing,” Alex admitted, and their grin grew larger. “It was just really cool. I’m in the bank and I’m just thinking ‘oh shit, I’m literally being held hostage,’ and suddenly this guy appears behind the counter, all dressed in black, and literally vaults over the teller window like it was nothing and tackles the robber guarding us. And then, and then the guy tries to shoot at them and they just dodged a bullet like it was nothing. And when you could finally hear the police sirens coming, they ran out of there immediately, but stopped just so they could give me their sticker? And then they winked at me, Willie, they literally winked at me as they gave me the sticker. How am I supposed to not be blushing?”

They could be an oblivious gay sometimes, sure, but he was sure of one thing: Alex was definitely crushing on the Highland Park Vigilante.

He just so happened to be said vigilante and be hopelessly in love with have a big crush on Alex, too.

A small silence following Alex’s rant and his little epiphany hung in the air, as if neither of them knew what to say. Finally, Alex broke their little frozen bubble of silence and pulled his phone out of his pocket, gasping as he scrolled through his notifications.

“Everything all right?” They asked.

“I’m late for band practice,” Alex groaned, “and Luke has been blowing up our band group chat for ages.” He gave him an apologetic look. “Thank you for coming to— Actually, I still have no clue why you came all the way here, but thank you, Willie. Really. I don’t know what you thought you were going to do, but it means a lot to me.”

Now he was the one blushing, his cheeks felt hot, and he couldn’t look away from Alex’s earnest eyes. “It was— It was nothing really.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I told you, I’d do anything for you, Alex.”

Alex’s mouth had been open as if he was going to say something, but no words came out except for the audible clack of his teeth as he shut his mouth. “I—” He paused for a second. “I, uh, I know.”

Neither of them said anything, and once again, a little silence fell over them.

Willie shoved one of his hands in his jeans pocket and ran the other through his hair. What am I supposed to say to that? He thought, overrun with a gay panic.

But Alex spoke again before he could think of a decent response.

“Bye, Willie.” His voice was quiet and apologetic and hesitant, like he didn’t want to leave them there. “Thanks again.”

There were so many emotions swirling around in the mush of their brain as Alex walked away that they didn’t even know where to start to untangle them all.

But as Alex’s blond hair and pink shirt disappeared around the corner, one emotion pushed its way to the surface.

Joy.

This incredible, lighthearted joy that they could only assume came from the relief from saving Alex, from hugging him and knowing that Alex was safe, from the possibility that maybe he liked them, too.

Willie rode the happiness high as they walked all the way down the hallway towards the back alley where they parked their bike, and they couldn’t even fathom anything that could ruin this amazing feeling.

They were opening the back door of the bank when their traitorous brain decided to crush their happiness with the one thing.

Alex is crushing on Highland Park Vigilante, not Willie.

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Hoodie pt. 2

Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)

Story Rating: Explicit

Genre: Fluff / Romance / Domestic / Humor

Story Warnings: Public Sex (train, restaurant restroom), Vaginal Sex, Anal Vibrator Use, Teasing, Edging, Dirty and Degrading Language, Choking, Public Humiliation

Words: 6,374

a/n: part two to Hoodie. Story could stand on it’s own I suppose, but reading the first part will help! I know it’s been almost a year since I published the first part, but this one has a lot of elements to it and took me a while lol. Anyways, enjoy! 

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Crossed off: Public Sex

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Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

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“Y-you want to go to Kubos? That’s a whole fifteen-minute train ride away.” Koge pouted up at Bakugou as they walked beside each other down the sidewalk, her hands shoved into the hoodie pockets. The mess in her underwear was still incredibly hot and wet, and since he had told her not to put on any bottoms, the worry that someone could see his cum dribble down her legs made her cautious. Koge could admit, however, that this type of public humiliation was seriously enjoyable, even if it did mean it would take longer to get true satisfaction on her end. Eventually, she would get what she wanted, and all the teasing would be worth it. 

“You said anywhere I wanted,” Bakugou retorted with a sly smirk on his lips, hands resting in his own sweatpants’ pockets. The fact that he had left the house in those particular sweatpants and nothing but a different jacket told Koge that he had something up his sleeve. Why? Because it was easy for them to fuck in those pants without them being uncomfortable or too in the way, which was something they had come to realize after many hot and rushed quickies. And now, he wanted to get on a train during one of the busiest times of the night? It might have been a short trip, but there was still plenty of time for them to fool around. 

“Yeah, I did, but I thought that you’d just… I don’t know, pick that ramen place a block away or sushi right next door. This is going to be a pretty long trip…” 

“No more than forty-five minutes. What’s wrong, Utsuro? Scared you won’t want me to fuck you by then?” The fact that he spoke without lowering his voice or using any discretion instantly made Koge’s entire being flush, embarrassed at the thought that people could hear. It was one of his tactics, of course, and she sometimes hated how easily he could ruin her. 

“Sh!” Hooking one arm around his, Koge walked closer to him, hoping it would help keep people out of their conversations. “Katsuki, people could recognize you, don’t talk so naughty like that! Could be bad for your ratings.” 

Chuckling, Bakugou gave a shake of his head, his gaze moving down to watch her bare legs as she walked. “No, it wouldn’t. Damn, Utsuro, that hoodie looks a lot shorter on you now that we’re out here. You’re not showing your ass, are you?” 

Reaching back with her free hand, Koge made sure that the clothing was indeed covering her backside. “N-no… But I’m sure people are looking.” Koge rested her cheek against his arm, hiding her face into the fabric of his jacket. Her cheeks and ears were burning with heat, so embarrassed and turned on that she could hardly stand it. By the time they reached the station, anticipation and excitement for what he was going to do next had her nearly trembling. She could feel her own essence soaking her thighs, and it only grew worse while they waited for the train to arrive. 

Much unlike him, Bakugou was oddly publicly affectionate, hugging her to him and placing soft kisses along her skin that he could reach. She was forced to restrain any little sound when he decided a nibble was necessary, biting down on her bottom lip as she kept her face mostly hidden in his chest. On top of that, he had purposefully made sure they were waiting for the train with her back facing a wall, so his hands could travel and squeeze where they pleased. 

A particularly rough nibble to the sweet spot below her ear forced a squeak out of her, making her wiggle and clutch onto him tighter. “K-Katsuki, not there--” An even harder bite to the same spot was given in response, forcing her to moan into his jacket to keep herself muffled. 

“What’s that, my little slut? You want me to stop?” Bakugou’s growl was deep and low in her ear, sending a fierce tingle across her chilled skin. “I guess you don’t want your chance to cum.” 

“N-no, that’s not…” Koge felt a rush of shame as she realized how desperate she sounded, embarrassed by the way he pushed her like this. And yet, there wasn’t any hesitation that made her want to consider stopping. It was too exciting. “I don’t want… to stop. That spot is just… I can’t control my voice.” 

“We’ll see about that.” As Bakugou gave her a firm kiss on the cheek, a voice on the station speakers announced the arrival of their train, forcing them to part for a moment. Much to Koge’s relief, the train wasn’t quite as crowded as expected, and they were able to find a section with empty seats. 

With a sigh, Bakugou sat down, removing his jacket as he did. “You look cold, Utsuro.” 

Standing beside his legs as his words and actions confused her, Koge gave a small shrug. “I mean, a little.” As a smirk crossed his lips, Koge felt her stomach flutter nervously, only able to wait to find out what was going to happen. With a nod and a pat to his thigh, Bakugou silently prompted her to sit on his lap with her back to his chest. When she got comfortable, Bakugou let the jacket rest over her hips and legs, and after just a quick glance at the other train passengers, he showed no hesitation in his next move. 

Hidden by the jacket, Bakugou let his hand slide up her thigh, slipping between her legs to tease her clit. Koge did everything she could to control the hitching of her breath, playing it off as a yawn as someone glanced towards them. His touch was rough, working her up until she was near panting. Along with his touch, she could feel his cock pressing up into her sex, having slipped from his pants as he grew hard. His lips once again beside her ear, he nibbled playfully at her neck while shifting her underwear aside. 

“Put it in, Utsuro.” 

The command was met with no resistance as Koge tried to shift her hips as casually as she could, though it took every ounce of her self-control to not moan when he filled her up. At the same moment, the train began to speed up, every little bump, vibration and jerk of the car spiking the pleasure at random intervals. It was torture, to feel him inside her and not be able to move like she wanted. Even the slightest rolling of her hips would end up noticed, and as his fingers went back to teasing her clit mercilessly, all she could do was try to keep her balance and restrain her noises. 

“Feeling warmed up yet?” Bakugou’s smirk against her skin told her that he was highly enjoying all of this, teasing and pushing her to the very edge. Still, he spoke quietly so only she could hear. “How does my cock feel inside you?” 

“G-good… It feels good--” Koge clutched onto his thighs as the train gave a rough bump, clamping her teeth shut. “--Katsuki!” 

“Be quiet. We’re not even to the rough part of the tracks yet.” 

That statement just confirmed why he had decided to go get food in this area of town. This route was known for being bumpy and uncomfortable, so this had been exactly what he had wanted to happen. “I-I can’t… I won’t be able to--!” 

With the first rough shifting of the car that marked the beginning of the rough patch, Koge didn’t know if she would be able to keep herself restrained. He was dug so deeply into her as it was, but each movement pushed him in deeper, forcing her hips to bounce and roll. What was worse, was that she knew damn well he wasn’t going to let her cum yet. This was just another way to torture her, to make her suffer through the pleasure just to be left with nothing all over again. 

She still loved it. Every minute that passed was just another mystery, on how it would feel or if someone would notice her flushed face and teary gaze. She avoided looking at the other passengers as much as possible, though a glance up every once in a while was something she couldn’t control. What she did notice, however, was Bakugou’s hitching breath, his fingers either pausing or becoming more aggressive as the pleasure spiked with each bump. His face was hidden against the back of her shoulder, and him being so tortured turned Koge on even more. 

“Katsuki…” Koge dug her nails into his legs, looking up at the sign on the train car ceiling that indicated how close they were. “I-I can’t hold it, please--” 

Suddenly, there was a fresh rush of heat within her as Bakugou came again, just as the train began to slow down. A new wave of frustration washed over her at the sound of his pleasured sigh, his fingers leaving her clit to instead grip her hip. “Katsuki--! Again? You can’t be serious, it’s so unfair!” 

Smirk returning to his lips as she glared at him over her shoulder, Bakugou used his strength to shift her hips up, his cock slipping out of her. Before he could risk getting his pants dirty, he shifted them back into place to cover him up before making her stand. “I just can’t help it, Utsuro. Besides, you were cold, weren’t you?” 

Trembling and fixing the hoodie into place the best she could without being noticed, Koge tossed his jacket back to him, hitting him purposefully in the face. “Meanie, eep--!” She quickly covered her mouth as Bakugou gave her backend a good smack, which went unnoticed due to the loud announcement from the speakers and the shuffling of bodies. 

“You better make sure that all stays inside you while walking. Someone just might notice it if it runs down your legs.” After getting the jacket on, Bakugou stood and put his arm casually around her shoulders, giving her cheek a rough kiss as they exited the train. “You know, Utsuro, it’s not hard to make me finish. I just know how to hold out for you, and I can go multiple times without problems.” 

“I know…” Koge mumbled, speaking softly again as they walked through a crowd. “What are you getting at?” 

“But you,” Bakugou continued, as if she hadn’t asked him anything. “You’re not so easy. I know exactly what to do, but if I don’t, you just can’t finish.” 

“What’s your point?!” 

“That means that I could torture your ass all night if I wanted.” His grin became malicious, pinching her cheek teasingly. “You don’t know when I’m going to give it to you next or when I’m going to decide to let you finish.” 

Koge knew damn well that she could put an end to this with just a word. But, there’s no way in hell she ever would. He could tease and frustrate her to tears over and over, but she would never tell him to stop. Even though right now she was horribly frustrated with him, that was all a part of the fun. The power that he had over her and the entire situation only made her hotter, especially as she could feel his cum pooling in her already ruined underwear. It was hard not to change how she walked to accommodate the wetness, but each movement only displaced it further, until it was slowly dribbling down the skin of her thighs. 

Swallowing hard as the desperation for him to pleasure her began to take over the frustration, Koge gave a small shake of her head. “I-I promise I’ll be good, Katsuki.” Slipping her arm around his waist, she rested up against his side as they walked. “Cum inside me as many times as you want. Just please take care of me afterwards…” 

“Don’t worry, Utsuro. If you do everything I tell you, you’ll get what you want.” 

The rest of the walk to the little restaurant was uneventful, with regular conversation and occasional cute affection as they waited at crosswalks. When they finally arrived, Koge couldn’t help but let out an annoyed sigh at the length of the line. Not just because she wanted to get home as soon as possible, but also because the need to pee was becoming almost unbearable. With a small tug to his jacket sleeve, Koge got Bakugou’s attention, though she stepped close to speak softly. “I… need to go pee.” 

“Go on, then. You’d better not do any extra cleaning.” With a soft pat to her butt to send her off, Koge timidly shuffled her way through the dining area until she reached the hallway that led to the bathrooms. By the time she was in the restroom and locked into her desired stall, her embarrassment of the whole situation had spiked just from the many glances she received, especially from the men. Even though the walk from the train station to this building should have given her a chance to calm down, her body was still a raging fire, and she knew that it was more obvious than she had wanted. 

With a sigh, Koge pushed her panties down and flopped to sit on the toilet, her arms resting over her thighs. While relieving herself, she couldn’t help but to observe the mess in her underwear, almost wanting to roll them up and shove them into the trash can. Before she could even consider it, the door to the bathroom opened, distracting her from her thoughts. Nearly the instant the main door shut, there was a rough knocking on the door to her stall, startling her enough to make her squeak out in shock. 

“S-sorry, this stall is taken!” 

“Open up, Utsuro!” 

Flushing at the sound of her boyfriend's voice, Koge leaned forward and unlocked the door, allowing him to slip inside and secure the door quickly before anyone else had the chance of coming in. “K-Katsuki, what are you doing?!” 

“I couldn’t let you go alone and give you the chance to clean up, could I?” Keeping his voice low, Bakugou made sure the stall door was locked, taking a quick second to glance around to see that there were no gaps between the stall walls and the floor. Huffing, Koge pulled some toilet paper from the roll, continuing to deal with her business. 

“You can’t just come into the girl’s restroom, Katsuki--!” Suddenly, the sound of the restroom door opening made her choke on her words, sucking in a breath to be as silent as she could. The sound of heels walking towards the other stall reverberated through the room, which only reminded Koge of how echoey it was. Any little sound they made would be easily heard, so she needed to be careful. Another squeak nearly slipped from her as Bakugou placed his hand on the top of her head, gaining her full attention. 

Immediately, Koge was met with the sight of his erect cock, his sweatpants having been stealthily pushed down out of the way. Swallowing hard, Koge looked up at his face, her cheeks beginning to burn violently from the smug smirk on his lips. She knew exactly what he wanted without him having to say a word, so she silently opened her mouth, tilting her head back a bit to allow him access. Not skipping a beat, Bakugou slipped his cock inside, beginning to lightly buck his hips. 

Allowing him to fuck her mouth at his own pace, Koge stayed as still and quiet as she could, trying to control the slurping, wet, and lewd sounds that came from his movements. The feeling of his hard member sliding across her tongue sent tingles along her skin, bringing back that heat that built up in her core. She wasn’t surprised that he decided to tease her with this, not allowing her any control over the thing that she loved the most. Sure, Koge loved to fuck him, but having his dick in her mouth was her biggest turn on, especially when she was the one sucking him off. It was the only time she could truly make him be the one to writhe and beg for release, but this time, it was just another way for him to use her while getting her all riled up. 

As he pushed himself deeper into her mouth, his tip pressed into the back of her throat, making it even harder for her to control the sounds. She couldn’t risk breathing in fear that it would be too heavy through her nose, nor could she swallow, so the saliva pooled at her lips and dribbled down her chin uncontrollably. All she could do was wait it out, clutching on tightly to the fabric of his sweatpants and hope for that woman in the other stall to finish. 

When she was near growing faint from the lack of proper air, the stranger finally flushed, giving Koge a chance to take a deep breath through her nose, clenching her eyes shut tightly. Hurry up, hurry up! If he cums before she leaves, I won’t be able to control the gross sounds! As if he could see the panic on her face, Bakugou only increased his efforts, clutching onto her hair tightly as her nose touched the skin of his belly with each thrust. Koge couldn’t help but shift on the toilet, digging her feet into the ground and her nails into his skin. 

Then, there was sudden relief, as the woman finally left the bathroom. The instant the door shut, Bakugou removed himself from her mouth, allowing Koge to cough and wheeze to try and catch her breath. Tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, she glared up at him, wiping her chin with the sleeve of the hoodie. “I’m surprised you didn’t cum, Mr. I-Can-Cum-As-Much-As-I-Want.” 

“I can’t cum anywhere but your pussy, Utsuro. I have to make sure you’re filled to the brim.” Grabbing hold of her arm, Bakugou forced her up onto her feet, pressing her back against the stall wall. Koge’s face flushed with fire at the sudden hot feeling of their mutual juices spreading down her thighs. While she had been sitting, she had made an awful mess, but she wouldn’t get the chance to clean it up. In an instant, she was in his arms, back pressed into the wall as he sunk his cock into her. 

The shock forced her to moan out, but she was quick to silence herself, biting down onto her lip. Bakugou didn’t waste any time, beginning to fuck her hard and rough enough to shake the stall walls, making her entire body flood with pleasure. At this point, how good it felt couldn’t subdue how tortured her body was, and still, she wanted more. She wanted anything that would allow her to cum, but again, she was at his mercy. 

The instant his hot cum coated her walls, Bakugou stopped, smirking against her lips as Koge whined and wiggled in his grip. “Fuck, Utsuro. I think you’re just my little cum dumpster.” 

Face flushing like fire, Koge pouted up at him, hating the empty feeling of him pulling out of within her. “Katsuki… there’s so much. You have to let me wipe, at least a little.” 

“You want to clean up, do you?” Bakugou took half a step back, enough to be able to look down between their bodies. Koge’s abused pussy was puffy with the constant torture and teasing, liquid slowly dripping out of her to plop in a mess on the floor. It was a beautiful sight, so raw and filthy, though Koge was only able to glance down at herself for a second before having to look away so try and control her urges. 

“Yes… I can’t go out there like this!” 

“Hm, you’re right, it is a little much. Use your panties.” 

“M-my panties?! Then I won’t have any to wear!” 

“And?” Smirk only growing wider, Bakugou put Koge down to stand on her weak legs. “Clean up and meet me out in the main room. And plug yourself up with this.” Reaching into his pocket, Bakugou pulled out not only his phone, but a small pink vibrator with a little antenna sticking out from the bottom end. Koge glanced from the toy, up to his face and back again a few times, before timidly taking it. In truth, it was new to her, having not seen it at all before. 

“When did you get this? What is it?” 

“A few weeks ago. I’ve been waiting for a chance to have you use it. I control the vibrations with my phone. Shove it in your pussy, or your ass, I don’t care which.” He placed a quick, tender kiss against the flushed skin of her cheek, before starting to exit the stall. “Don’t take too long.” 

Waiting until he was outside, Koge stepped out of her underwear without letting them touch the floor. After using them to wipe both of their liquids from her thighs, she rolled them up in toilet paper in a little bundle, keeping it nice and secure in the pocket of the hoodie. She could have just thrown them away, sure, but these were some of her favorite panties he had bought her, so trying to salvage them was important to her in the moment. 

Next task was the pink vibrator. It really wasn’t all that big, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t powerful. It was obviously made to be used in more risky situations like this, or for some long-distance play, if it could have a connection that far. At the moment, there was a little green light glowing beneath the pink material that covered it, so she assumed that meant it was connected to his phone already. 

Pussy or my ass… Which would he like better…? 

After contemplating for probably a little too long, Koge pulled up the back of the hoodie, getting into a bit of an awkward position as she pushed the little vibrator into her ass. The two were still decently new to anal sex, and she figured this would also give him room to use her pussy more if he felt like it any point on the way home. It fit snugly in place comfortably, with her barely able to feel it after standing up straight. The little antenna hanging between her asscheeks was a tad annoying, but she figured it was something she’d forget quickly. 

Once her hands were thoroughly washed, her hair was fixed, and the hoodie was properly back in place, Koge left the bathroom to find Bakugou sitting in a chair. On the table beside him, the receipt for their food was bunched up into a ball, something that Bakugou had a tendency to do immediately after being handed the scrap of useless paper. His attention was otherwise directed to his phone, eyes lazily glancing over the screen with each new swipe of his thumb. 

Good, he ordered the food already. We’ll get to go home soon. 

After one more check of the hoodie, Koge left the small hallway and made her way over to him, unable to resist a shy smile on her lips as he put his phone down to focus on her. “How long did they say?” Since he was sitting up on a tall chair, Koge was able to stand between his legs, letting her arms rest around his torso. Bakugou moved some of her hair back behind her ear, letting his hand fall to rest against her neck while the other caressed her arm. 

“Just about fifteen minutes. How are you feeling?” 

The quiet question and gentle stroking of her cheek with his thumb made Koge blush. “I’m fine. Really frustrated and I kind of want to knock your teeth in, but fine otherwise.” 

Smirking, Bakugou’s gentle touch was quick to turn into a rough pinch on her cheek, making Koge whine and try to slap his hand away. “You’d better watch that attitude, ya salty bitch.” 

“You better watch your attitude. Or I won’t kiss you ever again.” 

“Oh, no?” Bakugou cupped both of her cheeks, leaning in to kiss her softly. “Never again?” 

“Not ever.” Koge couldn’t resist his lips, though his softness made her just want to climb up onto his lap. For the sake of not flashing everyone in the little restaurant, she kept herself flat on her feet, humming softly in happiness with his affection. “Unless you keep kissing me like that, then I won’t be able to resist.” 

“You’d shrivel up and die without me. You can barely even go a day without affection. You turn into a little pouty brat.” Bakugou let his arms rest around her instead, his chin resting on the top of her head while she nuzzled into his chest. “It’s annoying.” 

“Whatever, you love it.” 

A soft stroke to the back of her head was enough to tell her that he admitted such a thing, her smile growing in victory. Though, their time holding each other was cut short as the order number “556” was called out from the counter and Bakugou released her. 

“That’s ours.” 

“I’ll get it.” Peeling herself from him, Koge made her way over to the counter, reaching up to take the bags that were offered to her. “Thank yo-!” 

Before she could get out another word, her entire body seized up with a sudden rush of vibrations that rocketed through her body, nearly making her moan out loud and drop the bags of food that she had just taken hold of. Instantly, the forgotten blush she had been sporting the entire night rushed back to her face, feeling her eyes immediately begin to tear up at the look of confusion on the cashier's face. “A-ah, uhm, sorry! I have… a backache, it hurts… randomly. Thank you!” Her voice trembling with the threat of moans and embarrassment, Koge made sure to cut the conversation short, not looking at a single soul as she exited the building in a flash. 

“A backache, huh?” Bakugou smirked down at her as she shuffled towards him, opening the door so they could both leave. “That’s new to me.” 

“S-shut up,” Koge hissed once the door was shut, walking away from the windows until she could lean back against the solid brick wall. “Fuck, Katsuki, turn it down-!” 

“Turn it down?” Bakugou’s eyes were locked on the way her legs were trembling, barely able to hold her up. “But you look like you’re enjoying it.” Smirk growing, Bakugou held up his phone, displaying the screen to her that showed the app for the vibrator. “I barely even have it on, Utsuro. Someone’s a little sensitive right now.” 

“Katsuki-” Koge had to hold back a squeak as the vibrations increased, Bakugou’s thumb sliding up on his screen. “N-not out here in front of all these people! Please-!” The breath she had been holding released as the vibrations stopped, allowing her to calm down and catch her breath, glaring up at her smug boyfriend. 

“Don’t give me that look, Utsuro.” Bakugou put his phone back in his pocket, taking one of the bags of food to help her carry them home. His other arm came to rest around her hips, pulling her up off the wall to start heading down the sidewalk and back to the station. “Let’s go. I’m fucking starving.” 

The return home was nearly just as torturous. The instant they had gotten back on the train and had plopped to sit in some empty seats, Bakugou’s phone was in his hand. It took every ounce of Koge’s self-control to not melt into a moaning mess, clutching on tightly to the bag of food in her hand and holding her breath as the vibrations of the toy deep in her ass drove her mad. They went up and down at various speeds, sometimes slowly or at sudden spikes that made her nearly lose all composure. What was worse, the train was more crowded than it had been before, and there were people standing and sitting on all sides of her. She could only pray that they couldn’t hear the vibrator, notice the hitching of her breath or the way her nails pierced the plastic of the bag on her lap. 

Although it was nearly unbearable, she was glad she had decided to put the toy in her ass. It was pleasurable, but nowhere near as much as it would have been in her cunt. She could already tell that she wouldn’t have been able to stand it, probably ripping it out the moment it got too much or just giving in, even if she was surrounded by a ton of people. The one thing that she wasn’t able to keep tame, however, was her patience. 

She had dealt with it all, every moment from the first time he came in her underwear to the elevator ride up to their apartment that he had the toy on full blast, leaving her panting and moaning against his arm. By the time their front door was shut and locked, Koge was at her wits end, tears gathered in her lashes and flushed face burning. 

“We’re home now, Katsuki!” Snatching him by the front of his jacket, she dragged him towards the couch, leaving the bag of food she had been carrying on the floor by the entrance. “I can’t take it anymore!” 

“You can’t?” Bakugou’s smug smirk returned to his lips, putting his own bag down on the coffee table. “But we need to eat first, or it’ll just get cold again-” 

“That’s why we have a microwave! No! No waiting!” With a shove, she was able to get him to sit on the couch, straddling his lap before he could go anywhere. “You are going to let me cum on your dick and you’re gonna like it!” 

“Oh yeah? You think you deserve my dick?” 

“I deserve your dick a million times over! Now whip it out or I’m shoving this vibrator up YOUR ass!” 

“Mm fuck, I love it when you’re aggressive-” Slamming her down onto the couch beneath him, Bakugou wasted no time in shoving his sweatpants down to his knees, grabbing her legs and bending them back to expose her cunt that was soaked with her essence and his cum. A deep grumble of satisfaction came from his chest at the view, particularly excited by the little pink antenna sticking out of her ass where the vibrator still rested. “So you did have it in your ass this whole time. You’re such a dirty little slut.” Still needing to work himself up to being hard, he stroked his tip along her sex, teasing her clit while he pulled his phone out from his jacket pocket. 

“What’s wrong? Can’t get hard all the sudd- eee, a-ah, fuck!” Koge’s body began to wiggle as the vibrations were turned on again to a medium speed, the contorted position of her body making it all the more noticeable. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can’t take it!” 

“I told you to watch your fucking mouth, Utsuro.” Getting the vibrations to a speed he wanted, Bakugou tossed his phone away before landing a hard smack to her ass. “You and your fucking disobedient attitude are going to get you in trouble. You know what you have to do, don’t you?” 

“K-Katsuki--!” 

“Do it.” Bakugou slipped his tip inside her aching cunt, teasing her with light thrusts. “You want to cum? You know what you have to say.” 

“Fuck! Give it to me, Katsuki! Please!” Koge’s pleading voice and expression were something she couldn’t control, her words cracking as frustrated tears began to spill down her cheeks. “Fuck me and please let me cum! Please! Your dick feels so good, I need it inside me! I can’t cum without it-” She wasn’t even able to finish her begging before his cock slipped inside of her with one quick thrust of his hips, buried inside her to the base. To her surprise, all the built-up pressure and pleasure broke in that instant, cumming so hard on his cock that she couldn’t even find the extra breath to moan. 

Bakugou growled out in satisfaction, shoving her knees further back until they rested on either side of her head. “There it is, Utsuro! You filthy slut, cumming so quickly.” Before Koge could fully recover, he began to fuck her at a hard, rough pace, his cock slamming so deeply inside her that Koge wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to breathe again. It felt so incredible that it wasn’t long before she came again, her voice finally breaking free to moan and cry out with the new waves of pleasure. 

“K-Katsuki!” Holding onto his biceps, Koge brought her attention away from the ceiling back down to his hips, watching the way he fucked her ruined cunt. She couldn’t help but feel surprised at how puffy and pink her pussy was, her clit swollen with the abuse with her stomach and highs completely soaked in their combined wetness. How was it that wet? It was true that she had never been so sexually frustrated in her entire life, and now that she finally had his cock inside her, she couldn’t control the way her body reacted to him. The combined vibrations and the dragging of his cock along her inner walls was sure to drive her mad, and she didn’t care if it did. All she wanted was to cum again and again, as many times as her body could. 

“Yeah, Utsuro? Look at how filthy your fucking pussy is, squeezing me so desperately. You’re such a whore, letting me fuck you anywhere I wanted just so you could have this. What if someone had caught us, huh?” 

“I-I don’t care!” More tears spilled out of Koge’s eyes as the pleasure began to spike again, slower this time, but enough to make her want the release. “I’d do anything for your cock, Katsuki! It’s so good! So fucking big inside me!” 

“You like my fat cock in your tight little pussy?” With his taunt, Bakugou only fucked her harder, slowing down just enough to work rhythmic, deep and rough thrusts into her, forcing cries and squeals from her lips each time his tip hit her deepest points. His phone still nearby, he reached over and turned the vibrations up even higher, making her voice break and her body tremble in his grip. “You like that, slut?” 

Head tilted and eyes rolled back, Koge found herself completely lost to him, his words barely registering in her ruined mind enough so that she could answer him, her words mixed up with her moans. “Y-yes! Yes! Fuck, it’s so good! Let me cum again, Katsuki, please! Please-!” Suddenly, her throat was in his tight grip, constricting her air and bringing her into that delicious state of dizziness. She wasn’t sure if he gave her permission or if she just imagined his voice, but within moments of his hand being around her throat she came hard, her entire body seizing as choked moans and cries slipped from her lips. 

She wasn’t sure what happened in those last few moments, her mind hazed over with the pleasure of her orgasm and the vibrations still rocketing through her body. When she came to, she found herself reaching down and fumbling for the antenna, ripping it from her body and tossing it across the room to rid herself of the unwelcomed pleasures that her overstimulated body could no longer stand. 

“Fuck, Utsuro,” Bakugou chuckled, giving her cheek a few good pats to try and pull her back completely. “Don’t break the fucking thing.” 

“It was too much… Fuck, Katsuki, what the hell happened?” Koge blinked rapidly as she looked at her lover, finding that her eyes were stuck on the dark wet patch right at the end of his jacket above his cock, which was dripping with wetness and his thick cum from the tip. With whatever last bit of energy she had, Koge pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking down at her abdomen, since the hoodie had been pushed up over her breasts. Just like him, her skin was covered in liquid and cum, only confusing her further. 

Flopping back to sit with a heavy, satisfied sigh, Bakugou reached over and grabbed his phone, turning the toy off. “You squirted all over me and I thought it was so fucking hot that I came on your stomach when your body pushed my cock out. Fucking hot.” 

“But now the couch is dirty.” Koge laid back down, covering her face with her arms as she took in heavy breaths to try and calm herself. “Damn it… But fuck it was worth it.” 

“Are you satisfied?” 

Bakugou’s voice was tinted with concern, and his hand sliding up her thigh caught her attention to peek out at him. His face, although flushed and tired himself, held that familiar hint of worry with his furrowed brow, and Koge couldn’t help but smile. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she gave a nod, reaching her hand out in a silent request for him to help pull her all the way up. “Yes, love. All that torture really was worth it.” 

With a strong pull, Bakugou got her up on her knees, leaning in to meet her lips in a soft kiss. “And you’re okay?” 

“I’m good. Though… I think I may need you to carry me to the bathroom. I have to pee so bad.” 

“How about we shower, and then I’ll make sure the food is nice and warm for us afterwards? Then maybe I’ll have you model the rest of my merch that’s in my bag.” 

“That sounds great. You’d better have a cute pair of panties in there for me to try.” 

“You’ll just have to find out. But I don’t think I’ll ever love anything as much as I love this fucking hoodie on you.” 

[karofsky]

[Oneshot] It Starts To Show | Kurtofsky

Rated G/T, just a quick little slice of life ficlet. Post OMW (3x14) drabble in which Dave transferred back to McKinley. Slow building of feelings being noticed (yet not really addressed) by the pair, as well as Finn. Written for Alex in the Dave Discord who wanted Kurtofsky playing in the rain, but definitely just turned into Kurtofsky playing with my emotions while it happens to be raining LOL

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Kurt flipped lazily through his phone, his back against his locker as the hallways emptied out around him. Spring had fallen, and as the impending holiday break approached, Kurt's peers found themselves dipping faster and faster after the last school bell would ring for the day. Senioritus had hit especially hard in the New Directions, leaving Kurt to always end up alone as he waited for Finn to finish up from his athletics period, friends like Mercedes and even Rachel already long gone for the day.

More recently, however, he would find himself hanging out with Dave as he waited, who had transferred back to McKinley just a few weeks prior. He was growing to enjoy his new friend's company more and more as time passed, and in the days he found himself not getting much more than passing conversation in the halls, a pre-glee meeting chat, or a couple of texts, he was finding himself disappointed. The pair certainly made an effort to not let a day go without them talking or hanging out, but as graduation drew near, it was understandably harder for them to find the time in their busying schedules. That certainly didn't stop them from being attached at the hip when they could, though.

Opening his texts, Kurt went to Dave's contact, ready to type a message when footsteps rounded the corner, and he looked up to catch his friend's eyes already darting in his direction. Dave shot him a big smile, which, as always, left Kurt's heart aflutter as he returned the grim right back.

"Waiting on Finn still?" Dave asked, his arm outstretched as Kurt slipped into a quick hug-- something he had also gotten used to as of late.

"Always," Kurt laughed, rolling his eyes. "One day he's going to forget I'm here and head out with Puck. I'll just die waiting, maybe haunt the halls."

"You've already got the look," Dave teased, pinching Kurt"s arm lightly. Kurt slapped his hand away playfully, and glanced around the other's shoulder as another approached from down the hall.

"Oh no, is it--"

"Yeah", Finn said, walking up to the others. His letterman was draped over his shoulders, covering a damp tee. His step-brother's hair was plastered to his face, the obvious downpour he had been caught in leaving his entire head dripping. Even still, his eyes sparkled with a smile, and he gave Dave a quick nod in greeting, which Dave returned.

Kurt groaned, shifting his bag to look for what he already knew was non-existent. "I knew I should have grabbed my umbrella from the car. What a bad time to be parked across the lot." The group turned towards the front doors, starting a rather sluggish walk to the inevitable drenching they were about to receive.

"Same here,” Dave said, shoving his hands into his hoodie’s pockets. Kurt adjusted his pace, slipping his arm through Dave’s, which Dave lightly hugged a bit closer to his body. The pair missed Finn’s side-eye, not sending more than a quick glance to the others before rolling his eyes to himself. The three reached the front doors, and Finn stepped forward to pull them open, keeping his back on it as Dave and Kurt both shuffled through, still attached at the elbows.

Kurt’s small smile faded as he looked out into the near empty lot, which in the last twenty minutes had all but completely flooded-- and judging by the dark clouds as far as he could see, Kurt presumed it wasn’t about to change. He looked off at his car, parked in one of the farthest rows from the building. It didn’t take long to find Dave’s truck, which was one row in front of Kurt’s, but still equally as much of a trek.

“Do you want to borrow my letterman?” Finn offered, already slipping it off of his shoulders to hand to Kurt. “Then you can pick me and Dave up.”

Kurt looked at the letterman, then back at Finn with a glare. “You want me to get the car?”

“I mean, it’s yours. You have the keys.”

“I’m not about to put these boots through the Swamp Foot I’d get from that,” Kurt replied, already fishing his keys from his bag. Pulling them out, he placed them on the jacket on top of Finn’s outstretched arm. “You’re already wet.”

“I’m wearing my gym shoes,” Finn whined, lifting his foot up to show Kurt the thin mesh that surrounded his sneakers. Kurt rolled his eyes, gesturing again to the keys.

“Well, I’m not going, so I guess we’ll stand here.”

“What about you Dave?” Finn offered, his eyes pleading.

Dave opened his mouth to respond, but Kurt cut him off before he could speak.

“Dave’s standing with me.”

Finn squinted. “He could not do that, and go get his truck, since it would make more sense for him to just drop us both off at your car.”

“Kurt’s right, I’m standing with him,” Dave said, the corner of his lips quirking into a smile he was clearly doing his best to try and fight back. “Also, you’re already wet.”

Finn threw his hands up, Kurt’s keys slipping off the jacket and hitting the concrete steps with a sharp clang. Grumbling something under his breath, he bent down to pick them up, then stood up, grabbing Kurt’s free hand. He pulled it open with a huff, shoving the keys in them before closing his step-brother’s fingers around them. “Then you guys can walk together. My mom’ll be pissed if I ruin these shoes.”

Kurt groaned again, about to continue the argument before Dave dropped his arm, and leaned in front of Kurt to swipe Finn’s letterman from his arms, then handing it to Kurt. Kurt held it, confused, and looked back at Dave for clarification, who pulled his own set of keys from the front pocket of his jeans.

“Fine,” the boy said, and stepped in front of Kurt, bending slightly at the waist. His arms stretched behind him, and his hands flicked up, motioning for Kurt to hop onto his back. Kurt grinned, quickly dropping his keys back into his bag as Finn watched, confused. After slipping his brother’s jacket over his head, Kurt steadied himself, then slipped his palms onto Dave’s shoulder and kicked up from the ground, into Dave’s waiting arms. Finn rolled his eyes again, this time pointedly at Kurt, who ignored the tease and instead wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulders, his other pulling the letterman to cover them both.

“Good?” Dave asked, and Kurt gave a small noise of approval as Dave headed down the steps, into the pouring rain. As they stepped away from the overhang, the rain hitting the thick wool of the jacket enveloped the two of them in a roaring bubble. Kurt could feel the back of his pants getting wet from being left uncovered, and he did his best to adjust himself to cover as much as possible. He tucked his feet closer to Dave’s sides as Dave quickly paced his way through the lot, doing his best to avoid puddles.

As they reached a raised stretch, Dave’s grip around Kurt’s legs tightened. “Should I run?”

“What?” Kurt asked, leaning forward so his face was pressed against the side of Dave’s head.

“I’m going to run,” Dave said, and Kurt looked down at him to catch a wide smile on his face.

“You can jog, ” he said, his eyes wide as he stared at the slick pavement in front of them. “You will absolutely eat shit if you run.”

“I won’t.”

“David, I’m on your-- Dave!” Kurt yelped as the boy took off, nearly in a full sprint. His grip around both the jacket and Dave’s shoulder’s tightened as he clung on for dear life. He wasn’t sure if he should look ahead to face his demise head on, or simply close his eyes and brace for impact. He trusted Dave enough, and couldn’t help but giggle as he felt Dave’s own chest shake with laughter, but he could practically picture the pair slipping and rolling right into a greasy puddle.

Pressing his face into Dave’s neck, his smile stretched against the boy’s skin as he slowed, approaching his truck. Dave carefully stopped at the driver’s side, shifting his own weight to hold Kurt to one side as he slipped his hand away to fumble his keys in the lock. Eventually, he clicked the door open, and turned around, bending just enough for Kurt to slide himself off of his back. Kurt carefully sat down, and scooted himself back towards the passenger side, holding his bag and Finn’s jacket to his chest.

As Dave ducked inside, his hair was mussed, speckled lightning with raindrops from the mere moments he was exposed to the rain. His cheeks were tinted pink, his smile from the run still lingering as he met Kurt’s eyes for just a moment. Kurt felt his entire face heat, suddenly finding himself melting into the soft leather of the seat as Dave pulled himself into the seat beside him, unable to tear his eyes away from his friend as he slammed the door closed behind him.

Kurt tore his gaze away, instead turning to look through the back window, catching an impatient looking Finn back at the school’s entrance.

“That wasn’t so bad,” Dave said, running a hand through his short curls before turning the ignition. The truck came to life with a rumble, and Kurt was thankful as the cool air from the vents started to warm.

“You weren’t the one strapped to a daredevil,” Kurt replied, chuckling softly. Dave gave a small laugh of his own, reaching for the handbrake. However, Kurt reached out, stopping Dave’s hand before it could grab the handle, which caused Dave to turn to look at him inquisitively.

Kurt pulled his friend’s arms down slightly, their  hands instinctively slipping together in a light hold-- the small act of affection having become a bit of a norm for them lately, and Kurt had grown to appreciate how natural it had all felt.

“Thank you,” Kurt said softly. Dave gave him a sweet smile, which caused Kurt’s heart to flutter yet again.

“Yeah, of course. Finn was kind of being a baby.”

“Well, yes,” Kurt said, letting out another small chuckle. “But I meant more generally.” Dave’s brow twitched upwards, and Kurt swallowed, gathering himself.

“I really care about you, David,” he continued, his thumb grazing along the other’s knuckles. Dave reciprocated the movement, both his smile and eyes softening as he watched Kurt speak. “And I really appreciate our time together.”

Suddenly, Dave’s expression changed, and Kurt caught himself. “That’s it,” he clarified, careful as he watched Dave’s emotions settle after the clear ‘but’ he had been expecting. The boy’s shoulders dropped, letting out a soft sigh. Kurt knew that behind his own words, he meant so much more than just a few quick statements. And as time passed, more and more thoughts and feelings continued to build into a big emotional novel, whether or not he was ready to address why. But he could at least understand that even in small moments like these, he knew he would hold them close.

Moving forward, Kurt laced his arms under Dave’s, pulling his friend into a hug. Dave hesitated for only a moment before wrapping his own arms around Kurt’s back. They stayed like that for a few seconds, Kurt pressing his nose against the back of Dave's head and taking a deep breath, the smell of the other's morning shampoo still lingering alongside his cologne. He'd been meaning to casually borrow a hoodie sometime. As the parted, their faces hung close, their noses no more than a few inches apart, Dave's hazel eyes bright as Kurt let his arms fall from around the other. Kurt's mouth parted, almost in awe of how Dave was looking at him, and gave a small smile and a sigh. He reached down to give Dave's hand one last squeeze before looking back over his shoulder, a gaze which Dave followed. Finn continued to look restless, bouncing between his feet as he looked around the lot, and Kurt was unable to stifle the giggle. "Finn's about to have an aneurysm," Kurt joked, hitting the side of Dave's arm lightly. "Come on." "Don't you have your keys?"

Kurt turned to look at Dave, who had a playful grin on his face, before looking down at his lap, where his keys sat tucked away in his bag.

"You sure you don't just want to come hang out for a bit?" Dave continued, his tone lilted. "We can grab food..."

Kurt let out a hearty laugh, and moved to sit forward, gesturing for Dave to turn back around. "You're so mean. Go get him."

Dave smirked and turned around, pulling the car into drive to slip out from the space as Kurt scooted beside him, the sides of their thighs flush together well before Finn needed the space in the seat beside him.

[folkloreguk]

Strip Uno (optional bias smut)

A/N: It’s been 84 years since I last posted...thank you to the sweet messages I’ve been getting, you guys motivate me so much! I hope you like this one! (fyi: It’s another friends to lovers scenario, idk why I keep writing those lol)

Pairing: reader x optional bias (male)

“I'd appreciate if the house was still standing when we get back home, okay honey?” your mom said, closing the car trunk.

“Mom! H/N's coming over and we're gonna watch some movies or whatever we feel like, no big deal,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “I'm not nine years old, I can take care of myself.”

“I know that,” your mom said with a smile, getting into the seat next to your dad. “Have fun, I love you.”

“Love you too,” you replied. She shut the door and they drove off. The second they had left the driveway, you fished for your phone in your pocket. Eagerly, you texted your best friend.

Come over later

My parents aren't home

we can build a blanket fort

or mess up the kitchen

Make pancakes??

 As always, it only took him a few minutes to reply.

 first of all I'm never cooking pancakes with you again

I'll be over in a bit

You grinned at his message, getting excited. Even though you saw him almost every single day, there was no better feeling than knowing you were going to have so much fun with him. Like you always did. And since you both became grown ups, you had started to notice your slight attraction towards him. It wasn't like you were in love with him. (That's what you told yourself, at least.) It was just that every time you two spent time together, you noticed it more and more. It was mostly harmless flirting, but it was most certainly mutual. Which only kept you from holding back even more.

Half an hour later, your doorbell rang.

“Did you shrink overnight or did your sweater grow?” was the first thing he said after spotting you in the door frame. He was grinning cheekily and you rolled your eyes.

“It's called oversized and I bought it that way on purpose,” you explained. “I swear to god, you're so uncultured.”

He simply chuckled at your comment and started going off about some school project he was supposed to do. Apparently hanging out with you was more important to him. For a change, you headed into your living room instead of your room.

You had to admit, perhaps you had checked him out as he was walking in front of you. His hair was done nicely, but he was in a comfortable hoodie and his black sweatpants hung on his hips lowly. After he had approached the armrest of the sofa, he flung himself across it, landing in the soft pillows and giving you a playful glare.

“So blanket forts,” he began, “I've been told I'm great at building those.”

“Oh yeah? By whom exactly?” you asked, falling onto the sofa from the opposite side, so your head was next to his, but your legs pointed in different directions.

“My many ladies,” he claimed. You snorted at him.

“You mean your plushies that still sit on your bed?”

“Hey! Too far! You still have plushies too!” he instantly fought back.

“Okay, fair enough, I'm just kidding,” you laughed. “Let's do it then. Show off your skills to me.”

“First, we need every blanket we can get,” he ordered right away. When you looked at him, he was already up, collecting the pillows and blankets in your living room.

The next fifteen minutes you spent looking through drawers. You were surprised at just how many blankets you managed to gather.

“Are you finding any?” he shouted from the living room downstairs. Too busy to reply, you tried hard not to trip down the stairs.

“Does this seem like enough to you?” you questioned. In your arms you were balancing not only around six massive blankets, but also a game of UNO that you had randomly found. You realized you hadn't played it in way too long, and therefore taken it with you.

“Perfect,” he agreed, laughing at your clumsy walk.

Meanwhile, H/N had carried chairs and pillows and even your clothes airer into the room. He had already begun with the positioning, creating a loose concept of where the fort would soon be. When you dropped the blankets and the game, his expression changed.

“Full offence, but playing uno with two people sucks,” he stated. In response you gave him a look of disagreement. Then you decided you would have to convince him later. For now, there was another objective.

As you started the building, you realized a few things.

1. It is seemingly easier to build a stable fort as a grown up person

2. It is more difficult to build a big enough fort for two grown up people

3. It is just as much fun as it used to be

Twenty minutes, lots of laughter and even more concentration later, you were standing in what had to be the most extravagant blanket fort you had ever laid eyes on.

“This, if I may say so myself, is iconic,” he said, putting his arm around your shoulder like you had just completed building your own mansion. You could only agree.

Next, you spent around ten minutes trying to persuade him into a game of UNO. But to no success. Eventually, you ended up next to him in the fort. A bowl of popcorn sat in your lap and your favourite film was playing. To be fair, it had only come to this because he told you he would think about playing with you if you watched a movie first. And when he requested your favourite, you said yes without thinking.

“Stop crying, nothing bad is happening,” he laughed at you. A popcorn landed on you as he threw it. You picked it up and ate it, giving him a glare.

“I can't help it, this is the best scene,” you admitted through teary eyes. Right away, another popcorn flew your way. You were terribly tempted to get him back. For the sake of your fluffy carpet you changed your mind.

“That's so cute,” he said, staring at you while you were completely immersed in the scene. Still you caught yourself wanting to give him a smile, maybe say something flirty back. Instead, you grinned a little, but kept your eyes on the screen of your laptop.

After the movie was over, you brought the bowl and the laptop outside of the tent. Of course you returned with the UNO. It had gotten later at night, but you were determined as ever. Plus, it was Saturday. He was probably going to stay overnight anyway. Or at least that's what happened 9 out of 10 weekends.

“It's still a no from me,” he said the second you put down the game in front of him.

“Please!” you begged. “I haven't done this in so long, I wanna play it so bad!”

He sighed from where he was lying on the ground. One of his hands was supporting his head while the other was reaching for the box of the game. He was smiling brazenly now, and you wondered what was going through his mind.

“Okay, I'll play with you,” he said. You clapped in excitement, but he raised one finger. “If…we put a little twist to it.”

“Fine! What is it?” you asked, wanting to start playing as quickly as possible. He gave you another cheeky look, and you were slightly worried.

“We'll play strip uno,” he said. Like it was the most normal request in the world.

“What the hell are you talking about?” you replied, confused but not as surprised as you thought you would be.

“You know, like strip poker. We'll play and the loser takes off one article of clothing until-” he began.

“I know how strip poker works!” you interrupted him.

“Great? Why did you ask then?” he replied, fake innocence on his face. You let out air through your nose and shook your head. Your mind was spinning. Flirting between you two was one thing, this was a whole other. Then you thought. You wanted to play this game. Now. And you thought of all the times he had seen you in a bathing suit. This wasn’t so different, was it?

“On one condition,” you said.

“You're proposing a condition on my condition?” he asked jokingly.

“We'll stop at the underwear,” you told him.

“We'll see,” he replied, completely calm. Again, you shook your head. But his answer was good enough for you. You knew he was just fooling with you now.

So it be. As you played the first round, your heart was beating way too fast for you liking. He's just your best friend, dammit, calm down, you told yourself. It didn't work for a second.

On his part, he suddenly acted as if UNO had always been his favourite game. Even though he was the first one to lose.

“Next round!” he exclaimed, throwing his socks away. At some point his enthusiasm caught you and you had to admit, you were less nervous and felt like this was more fun with every card you laid down. And so it went, round after round.

You lost and took off your socks. He lost and took off his hoodie, under which he was wearing another shirt. You lost, and took off your pants. He lost and took off his pants. At least you were even for now.

“Final round!” you said. He was wearing his shirt and you had your sweater, that covered your bra underneath. This round was worse than the previous ones. You could feel a kind of tension in the air, there was less joking around and more stares into each others eyes. You weren't sure what was going to happen after the game was over, but you had a few ideas.

Maybe it was the idea of him possibly losing, but you suddenly used every spark of imagination on what his bare skin would look like. What it would feel like under your fingertips. No matter what would happen after the game, this thought would haunt you until you had found out what it would be like to touch him.

He only had three cards left, while you had six. But frankly, you didn't really care for winning any more. Not when he was there, right in front of you. So damn handsome and charming. When had you begun feeling this way towards him?

You barely noticed as he put down his last card.

“uno uno!” he cheered, giving you a daring look. You wanted nothing more than to simply bend over and kiss him. Instead, you did as the rules said and took off your sweater. The way he looked at you only made it worse. How he licked over his lip just for a moment and how his eyes travelled down your body just shortly, before locking them with your gaze.

“Again,” he commanded.

“It's over, my clothes are gone, I'm not taking off any more,” you reminded him of your rule.

“Come on! Let’s just play another round,” he insisted. You were sitting close to him, but not close enough to feel his body heat. When you looked at him you noticed his eyes on your lips. Then you realized he was still waiting for an answer.

“Whatever, let’s play again then. But I’m keeping my word. No more clothes are coming off,” you gave in, just because you had no idea what to do otherwise. You didn’t want to get away from him now, and what else could you have requested that would have involved being half-naked right next to him?

The last round you played in complete silence. It didn’t feel silent in your head though. Every smile he gave you, made you feel dizzy, like you were drunk. You kept catching him as he stared at you, waiting for you to put down a card. And for the record, you were in the process of losing and he knew.

Then he put his last card onto the pile.

“Uno uno! I won again!” he triumphed. You grinned at his excitement and opened your mouth to ask what to do next. But you noticed his gaze on you, like he was waiting for his order at McDonald’s. It was ridiculous, this boy never gave up. For a few seconds you returned his look. Then you decided to just chance it, and speak.

“What?” you finally asked. “If you want my bra off so bad, you’re gonna have to do it yourself, because I won’t.”

Just for a moment, he was taken aback. Slight confusion and reluctance played on his face. But you gave him a look that said more than a thousand words could have, and suddenly he bent forward and was kissing you.

It wasn’t a romantic, sweet kiss. It was hungry, like you had just found an oasis in a desert after a week of searching. It was like fire when his tongue touched yours for the first time. Your heart was drumming against your ribcage with so much eagerness, you thought it might break it.

At the same time his hands had moved to the back of your bra, fidgeting around for a while until it opened. Without really thinking, you pushed the cards aside and moved over to straddle his waist. His lips moved messily against yours while your fingers tangled in his hair. You couldn’t help but moan softly when his hands made contact with your boobs, his thumb circling around your nipples ever so slowly.

You felt like it was only fair to finally get rid of his shirt too, but when you reached for it, his hand closed around your wrist.

“I didn’t lose, remember?” he asked, clearly joking. He earned a playful hit for that comment. Then he swiftly pulled the fabric over his head. You barely had time to stare at how hot he looked before he kissed you again.

A strained sound left his throat when you ground your hips into his. It kind of sounded like he had just lost to you at Mario Kart (which he often did), just as little higher pitched. It might have been a weird comparison, but after all, he was your best childhood friend.

When you did it again, he moaned even louder, let his head hang back and closed his eyes tightly. Almost like he was trying to control himself, but seemed to be failing.

You took it as a perfect chance to bend forward and kiss his exposed neck. His skin under your lips felt just as you had imagined. Soft and smooth, letting your mouth follow every curve. At the same time you never stopped rolling your hips against his. Now that both of you were left in your underpants, the lack of clothing only turned you on even more.

As your crotch pressed against his already hard bulge, it made something twist the pit of your stomach. Something eager and impatient. Your breaths mixed up as you went from kissing to catching air. All those years of being friends you had never looked this closely into his eyes. They sparkled, even in the dim lighting inside the blanket fort.

“Have you ever thought about doing this before?” you suddenly asked. You didn’t know what had driven you, but you needed to know.

“Having sex?” he asked, followed by a restless sigh of when your hips moved against his.

“Having sex with me,” you said. “Be honest.”

“You want me to be honest?” he asked. He was quiet for a few times, his breathing just as uneven as yours. “I've lost count of how many times I've pictured this.”

Not sure what to say, you leaned forward and kissed him again. You shivered beneath his touch, when his hands wandered down your chest and to your waist, drawing small circles. His hold matched your movement when you rolled your hips over his. They followed the curve of your hips and to the small of your back.

Only when they softly touched the inside of your thighs, you realized you were holding your breath. A tense sigh left your lips when his hand slipped past your pants and between your folds. In no time he was curling his fingers against your sweet spot, seeing how you reacted to his touch. You said his name in a weak tone, your eyelids fluttering in pleasure.

“I like when you say my name like that” he stated, grinning cockily but his eyes looked as if he was in pure awe.

“Right...there,” you whimpered. He fastened his pace, rubbing small circles against your clit until you barely managed to keep your eyes open.

“I can’t wait any longer,” you spoke, softly tugging on the waistband of his boxers to let him know what you were referring to.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Never been more sure,” you replied, and whimpered right after, when he detached his hand from your aching center.

For a moment you sat next to him, so you could both shed off your underwear. When his eyes locked with yours, almost like he was luring you in, you climbed back into his lap.

Another time you gave him a questioning look, and he gave you a small nod. He hissed when you touched his member, pumping him a few times before aligning the tip with your entrance.

You both cursed in unison as you sank down on him, and just for a second you couldn’t help but laugh at each other. There was a moment when he twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers, and you almost failed to believe what was going on.

Then you slowly started to move, and you stopped thinking completely. He began rubbing your clit again, this time messier but it felt even better now. Somehow he seemed to know just how to touch you, even after this short amount of time.  

Meaningless words and moans filled the air beneath the blankets. He had his eyes shut for a few seconds, and you examined his face as it twisted in pleasure and his mouth hung open just a little. His hair was disheveled now, and a small hickey adorned his neck. You blushed at the thought of someone other than you might seeing it.

You could tell he was getting closer, and so were you. Seeing as you both had been so worked up, you knew it wouldn’t take long.

“You feel so good,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck. He only groaned in response, and you buried your head where his shoulder met his neck. Your breath fanned against his skin as you closed your eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his fingers on your clit and of him inside of you.

“I’m so close,” you spoke against his neck. “H/N, oh my god.”

“Me too,” he spoke. His voice was husky and the fingers of his hand was buried in your skin, pushing you against him and making you move faster. Just a few more seconds of his moans, and his fingers working their magic on you, and you saw stars in front of your eyelids.

His name fell from your lips like a mantra as you came. Your hand closed around his wrist, too sensitive to take any more. You forced yourself to keep moving steadily, wanting to see him reach his high too.

It didn’t take long. For a while his jaw clenched and he breathed quickly through his nose, then his lips parted and his fingers dug into your sides as his orgasm washed over him. Slowly you rolled your hips another few times before you halted completely and climbed off him.

For a couple seconds you blankly stared at each other. Then he started smiling like an idiot and fell backwards into the pillows, his arms flopping to his sides lifelessly. You thought of the only rational thing to do, and lay down with him, supporting yourself on your arm and facing him. The way his chest moved slowly as he breathed made you feel peaceful.

“Are we still just friends after this?” he suddenly asked. You thought for a while.

“I think we haven’t been just friends for a long time now,” you admitted. He chuckled in agreement.

“Good, because I want us to be more” he said. A warm happiness spread in your chest at his smile.

“I need to tell you something,” he suddenly said in a different tone. You were awaiting something sentimental, but surely not what he said next.

“The last time we played and you lost,” he started, “I didn’t say uno when I had only one card left. You wouldn’t have lost if you had noticed.”

The way he grinned at you made you want to slap and kiss him at the same time. But you only gave him a playfully warning glare.

“I’m hungry,” he said, quickly changing the topic before you could complain. “You wanna order pizza?”

[saintlavrents]

Back [p.p]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt: “It’s like I don't even know you anymore.”

Summary: [ENDGAME SPOILERS] Peter’s been shutting everyone out and using Spider-Man as an escape to not deal with his grief.

Words: 1,029

A/N: this is my entry to @hollandroos and @neptuneparker’s writing challenge. and sorry its kind of late i just finished my exams and also sorry if its bad coz i also haven't been writing bc college sucks lol

[CONTAINS ENDGAME SPOILERS]

Neither of them never expected things to have got to this point. Ever since Tony died, Peter had been shutting his friends out and spending all of his free time being Spider-Man. At first, everyone gave him space, but seeing that it’s nearly a year since, Y/N thought it might be a good idea to try and confront Peter.

“Because what?”

“Because it’s tiring.” She breathed out.

He opened his mouth to respond but she cut him off, “I get it, I get that you’re grieving but running away from it instead of facing it won’t help. You barely make an effort to respond to us or even see us and it’s like I don’t even know you anymore, like we don’t even know you anymore.”

She walked further away from him before continuing, “You keep on blowing off our plans and even ones with Ned, MJ and Betty.”

Peter sighed, going on to sit on his bed, still in his suit, “I- I’m sorry, Y/N but you know that the world needs someone to-“

“And I needed you.” Her voice came out broken, then the room went silent. “I know that sounds super selfish, considering what you went through, but I still needed my best friend, my boyfriend.”

Peter didn’t know how to respond. He knew he was wrong for constantly blowing off his girlfriend and friends but part of him feels like the world needs a hero, now more than ever, especially after Tony did what he did.

“I know it’s been hard for you, and we don’t expect you to just be over it in a day, but we’ve made our efforts to help and support you the best we can but you have to make an effort too.” She heads towards the door, placing her hand on the handle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that, she left the room, apologizing quietly to May on her way out of the apartment.

Y/N put her hands in the pocket of her hoodie and went back up to her place, which was above Peter and May’s. She felt bad. Guilty. She knew that he would need more time to heal seeing how close they were, but she just wants her boyfriend, her best friend back.

He’s been shutting everyone out for almost an entire year and even though everyone has been patient with him, it just feels like he’s not making an effort to heal himself, as instead of dealing with his grief, he chose to use all of his time going off being Spider-Man to distract himself from it. And sometimes patience just runs out, as they’re all just humans.

“Hey. Is everything okay?” May peered into the half open door of Peter’s room, a few moments after Y/N left.

“I don’t know what to do, May.” He shook his head as May took a seat next to him on the bed. “I know that I shouldn’t have shut everyone out. But I just feel responsible, you know? I feel responsible that I have to step up and be a hero the world needs and make him proud, you know?”

May sighed, putting her hand on her nephew’s shoulder, “You have to remember that you’re a teenager first and a hero second, Peter. Tony would’ve been proud of you either way, I know I am. Also, I don’t want you to waste your teenage years away and I’m pretty sure he does too.”

May continued, “And in times like these, you’re going to need people around you. Shutting your friends out just won’t do you any good.”

Peter nodded and buried his head on his aunt’s shoulder, “Thank you, May.”

It was when May left Peter alone that he lied down in his bed and that was when he thought to himself, ‘I have to make an effort.’

“Hey.” Peter said as he walked towards the table where his friends were sitting.

“Peter, hey! Good to have you back.” Ned was the first to greet him with the friendship handshake they’ve always done.

“Good to be back.” He let out a tight-lipped smile as he glanced over at Y/N. ‘He’s actually trying to make an effort.’ Y/N thought as she let out a small smile at him. It had been months since Peter had joined them at lunch and they’re all just glad to have him back. The five friends enjoyed their lunch whilst talking to one another about anything and everything. And it had been a while since Peter’s felt the warmth of being around his friends.

It wasn’t long until school was over, and Peter was rushing out of his classroom to wait for Y/N by her locker. It’s been a while since Peter and Y/N had walked together back to the apartment, since Peter has been rushing out of his classes and straight to being Spider-Man.

But when he got there, MJ told him that Y/N had went off a couple minutes prior. He ran towards the school’s gate and that was where he saw her walking.

“Y/N, wait up!” Peter tapped her shoulder to get her attention.

“Peter, hey.” She smiled at him, taking off the earphone buds that were in her ear.

“We- Shall we go?” Peter said, still panting from the running he did, which she responded with a nod.

As they walked, silence settled between the two for what seemed like hours. They both had a lot to say to each other but neither knew how to start.

And so, Peter decided to break that silence, looking at her before saying, “I’m sorry.”

She continued to look down at her feet, as she had been doing for most of the walk so far, “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have pushed you to make an effort, because I’m pretty sure you’ll do it when you’re ready and I-“

“No, no, no. You were right. I had to do something to deal with it and not just try to push it to the back of my mind with Spider-Man and shut you guys out.”

She looked at him, now smiling, realizing that she finally had him back. So she hugged him.

[rogertaylorstories]

Tomboy Troubles

Everyone at school thinks that you are a boy, but you are Clare Taylors Best Friend and roger Taylor’s best friend until you moved she didn’t have anyone to go to prom with, and you being older by a few years had nothing to do on a Friday night so you decide to go with Clare. But what happens when you have to meet the Taylor family out of tradition? And show them that you are worthy of taking Clare? (imagine that you have short shaved hair, (Like Ben Hardy’s For example at the Oscars.) or any boy-ish looking haircut for this story to work)

You were the person who moved in next door to the Taylors. You came from America and your parents were both business people. You had no siblings and it sucked. Your mother always wanted a daughter, and your father always wanted a Son. You were never around your mum as much as your dad. You and your dad would fix the car on days off, and teach you how to fight for self-defence he said that you could have the car, If you could fix it. You ended up doing more things that a boy would do instead of a girl. All the kids that were on your street were girls. What they wished for was being a princess and going to meet prince charming and that they were better than everyone else. But no, your dream was to be either in a band, or a race car driver. Maybe a professional skate boarder you said, or a bmx bike rider but you didn’t really care.

You were riding your bmx bike down a street one day, and you heard yelling. You were in your usual baggy t-shirt and a shorts with high top shoes. When you were getting closer, you saw that it was a fight. You being, 8 or whatever you thought that it would be a good idea to go have a look. You biked over and you saw a blonde kid getting kicked up on the floor. They were calling him names, and they wouldn’t stop hitting him. You walked over after putting your bike down and walked over to them. “What do you think your doing?” you say as you pushed the person against the wall. They wouldn’t give you an answer so you threw him against the wall a little bit harder. He said something along the lines of ‘Because he is different and he sucked at soccer.’ You beat all of them up and walked over to the blonde on the floor. “Hi love are you alright?” you ask as you put your hand on his head. He said, “it all hurts, my body hurts.” He said as he started to cry. You then picked him up and started walking to your BMX bike. You but him on the seat while you stood up and started to pedal down a hill. He started screaming while you started to laugh as you went through all the streets until you got to the shops.

“Come with me kid.” You say as you walked into the shop and to the counter where your mother worked part time for more money. “Hey mum.” You say as you walked over to her. “Hey sweetie what happened?” she asked as she saw the blood on your shirt. You helped roger walk over to the counter as he was limping down one isle. “Yeah my friend.” “roger.” He interrupted. “Yeah, my friend roger got hurt and I thought that you could help.” You say as you help roger walk around to the back of the counter so your mum could take a look. “Yeah he is pretty bad, maybe some cream for the bruises and you just need to rest buddy.” She said as she petted his head. You nodded and helped roger back to the bike. You took roger home and that is where it started.

Your friendship blossomed and you were connected at the hip. You were the one that turned Roger Taylor bad. He was that good student at school, but you liked to mess around. You would prank the teachers, get into fights with other people and wouldn’t give a dam. You were a straight A and B student and you would love to play sports. But the day came when you had to go. You were 16 and roger was 15. You said that you would get a tattoo, to remember each other. On your wrist you had Forever is our today and Roger Taylor in cursive writing on your other one. On rogers he had who waits forever anyway? And your name in cursive writing in the other one. When you were leaving you kissed roger on the lips and said, “If I come back, say we will meet with each other or something?” you say. He nodded and said “I love you.” and you said “I love you too.” You then walked to the car and you never looked back, never laughed, never cried.

  You are now 22 Walking around at the back of the school/uni wearing a black hoodie and skinny black jeans is what you did every day after school while waiting for Clare. Wearing sunglasses was your choice and when you would smoke girls would look at you wishing that they could have a date. They would ask Clare every time if you guys were together, or if you guys were dating, but all you wanted to be was alone. You didn’t want or need anybody, or that is what you say to yourself because no boy would come up to you and ask you out because you are a ‘boy’ in their eyes. You were good at nearly any sport, and you didn’t give a shit if you break a nail, or if you got dirty. You would stand up for Clare when she couldn’t, and you protected other people when they couldn’t either.

You got snapped out of your thoughts when Clare came running up to you. “Y/N! hi” she yelled as she was nearly next to you. “Sup Clare how are ya?” you say as you keep walking with Clare. “Well the good news is that Prom is on Friday!” she said. “And…” you say sarcastically. “And I don’t have a date.” She said. “No one wants to go with me Y/N and I don’t know what to do!” she said as she was looking at the ground. Until her head shot up, “You could go with me!” she said as she turned to you as you blew the smoke out of your mouth. “What?” you say as you give her a serious look. “Yeah you could go with me! Everybody thinks that you are a boy anyway so why would this be any different?” she said. “everyone thinks that I am a boy, because I wear skinny jeans, and boy clothes all of the time.” You said while you grew nearer to her house. “Yeah but still please!” she said as you got to the front of her house. “Bye Clare, I hope you can find a date love. Bye” you say as you wave to her. “Bye” she said to you as she hugs you. You blew out some more smoke and put the cigarette out with the bottom of your heel. And you walked back to your house.

Every time you would go to uni, the girls that were younger than you we would ask you out to prom, but you said no you are not going. When class is over you go to the fence where you normally go. You pull out a cigarette and light it with you lighter. Then you see someone walking over to you. He had Black hair and he wore the most outrages of outfits. But you didn’t mind. “can I have one Darling?” he asks you as he walks and stands next to you. “Sure thing mate.” You answer as you gave him one. “Are you going to the prom?” he looks at you. “No mate, I’m not. But all of these girls keep wanting to go with me I don’t get it!” you say as you put out your cigarette. “Maybe they find you as an attractive man?” he said as he there away his cigarette. The word ‘Man’ but I’m a woman. “Well what if I told you that I wasn’t a boy? That I was a girl?” you say. “I would say your crazy darling! But who am I to judge?” he said as he started to walk back to his locker.

Friday Night

Friday came along too quickly. Clare said that she doesn’t have a date yet, but she is still going to go, because she doesn’t want to be that person that didn’t go. She said for you to have a good night and that you guys would catch up on the weekend. You got home and lay on the balcony. Your parents are never home, them both business people and going to different parts if the country for work and on business trips. You blew the smoke out of your cigarette, and you looked at the time. You realised that you didn’t have anything to do that night. You knew that Clare wouldn’t have left for prom yet. You walk to you dresser and pull out a suit, you have your ray bans as well. You think to yourself that you clean up pretty well.

                             What you look like LOL WE ALL LOVE BEN

You go to your garage and pull out your Black Ford Mustang 68. You hop in and drive over to Clare’s house. Clare said that if you are going to be her date you have to have something in common with her brother, so you just threw a pair of Drumsticks in your pocket. You pull up out of the front of her house and you see a green looking mini in the drive way. Must be her brothers you say to yourself. You get out of the car, and you walk up the steps to her house. With some roses in your hand and your sunglasses still on your face you knock on the door. You wait a moment until an older lady comes and answers the door. “Yes can I help you?” she asks kindly. “Yes I’m here to pick up Clare for Prom?” you ask. “Oh Yes but Clare didn’t say anything about someone picking her up?” she said. “Yes, it was a last minute sort of thing.” You said really convincingly. She looked at you for a moment and yelled. “Clare there is someone at the door!”  and you hear patter feet down the hallway. “Yes who is it?” she said and looked at you. “Surprise?” you say as you hand her the roses. Your drumsticks sticking out of the back pocket of your pants. “Thankyou!” she said as she hugged you. You even put more effort and put on some boy perfume to make it more convincing. Then a boy with long blonde hair walked down the corridor. “Who are you?” he asked as he looked at you. “I’m Clare’s date.” You say in a duh tone. You see her looking at you while you take her hand and kiss it. She giggled playing along.  “Bye now.” You say as you two walked to the car. You thought that he looked familiar but you couldn’t say who he was. You didn’t mind though, you opened up the car door for Clare while she hopped in. You closed her door, and went around and opened your door and got in. Before you could, you could still see the outline of Clare’s brother. Leaning up against the door frame, smoking a cigarette you could see the light of the cigarette light up his face every time. Next you get in the car and start the engine.

When you get to the place, you help Clare out of the car and link your arm in hers. You are walking into the Gym and walk through where you get you couple Photos. You keep your sunglasses on as you two pose for the photo. You guys walk into the gym and you guys are met with The Beatles and a lot of people dancing. You take Clare’s hand and lead her to the dancefloor. You are suddenly dancing and you look around. People making out in the bathrooms, people putting liquor in the punch bowls and all the other lonely people that don’t have a date, that would of been Clare, but being the person that I am, I couldn’t do that to her. You were currently dancing with Clare, when they were going to announce the Prom King And Queen. Yay! I cant wait to find out who they are.

“ok guys welcome to Prom! Now we are going to announce our prom King and Queen! Now our Prom Queen is….” Clare shoved you and you just laughed, “Clare Taylor!” “and the Prom King is…..” you just looked at Clare as they put the little crown on her head. Then the Prom King was announced and they had a little dance. You didn’t care, so you sat on a chair near the back of the dance floor and took a smoke. You looked at your tattoo and ran your hand over the top of the writing. You remembered the time when you first taught roger to smoke, You were around 14 years of age and that made his 13. You chuckled remembering the memory.

 Now you were at school, and Roger walks into the classroom and sits next to you. The class was over and the day was aswell. You were in the thetre room and you were just watching something about UK history. You pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. You inhaled and blew the smoke in the air. “Are you even allowed to do that?” roger asked you a he was watching you curiously. “Yeah the smoke alarm doesn’t work and so it doesn’t pick up the smoke.” You say as you blow out more smoke. You smiled at roger and looked at him, “what have you never smoked before?” you say as you run a hand through your hair. “No never been allowed to. My father always did, but I could never, I never tried.” He said as he looked at you. You then stood up and walked behind him. You put a cigarette in his mouth, and told him to hold it. You them flicked on the lighter and lit it up. “Now inhale it a bite and then blow it out.” You say as you just look at him. He inhales and then starts to cough. “Don’t worry, it happens to everyone on their first time.” You say as roger keeps going. You laugh as you keep going.

[rogertaylorislife]

Tomboy Troubles Roger Taylor AU

Just a roger taylor imagine that i wrote nothing big but yeah

Everyone at school thinks that you are a boy, but you are Clare Taylors Best Friend and roger Taylor’s best friend until you moved. Clare didn’t have anyone to go to prom with, and you being older by a few years had nothing to do on a Friday night so you decide to go with Clare. But when you meet Roger after you come back, he had changed For better or for worse? (imagine that you have short shaved hair, (Like Ben Hardy’s For example at the Oscars.) or any boy-ish looking haircut for this story to work)

You were the person who moved in next door to the Taylors. You came from America and your parents were both business people. You had no siblings and it sucked. Your mother always wanted a daughter, and your father always wanted a Son. You were never around your mum as much as your dad. You and your dad would fix the car on days off, and teach you how to fight for self-defence he said that you could have the car, If you could fix it. You ended up doing more things that a boy would do instead of a girl. All the kids that were on your street were girls. What they wished for was being a princess and going to meet prince charming and that they were better than everyone else. But no, your dream was to be either in a band, or a race car driver. Maybe a professional skate boarder you said, or a bmx bike rider but you didn’t really care.

You were riding your bmx bike down a street one day, and you heard yelling. You were in your usual baggy t-shirt and a shorts with high top shoes. When you were getting closer, you saw that it was a fight. You being, 8 or whatever you thought that it would be a good idea to go have a look. You biked over and you saw a blonde kid getting kicked up on the floor. They were calling him names, and they wouldn’t stop hitting him. You walked over after putting your bike down and walked over to them. “What do you think your doing?” you say as you pushed the person against the wall. They wouldn’t give you an answer so you threw him against the wall a little bit harder “Talk short stack before you cant ask me to stop.”. He said something along the lines of ‘Because he is different and he sucked at soccer.’ You beat all of them up and walked over to the blonde on the floor. “Hi love you alright? You look like Rocky Balboa after he fought Ivan Drago!” you said as you put your hand on his head. He said, “it all hurts, my body hurts.” He said as he started to cry. You then picked him up and started walking to your BMX bike. You put him on the seat while you stood up and started to pedal down a hill. He started screaming while you started to laugh as you went through all the streets until you got to the shops.

“Come with me kid.” You say as you walked into the shop and to the counter where your mother worked part time for more money. “Hey mum.” You say as you walked over to her. “Hey sweetie what happened?” she asked as she saw the blood on your shirt. You helped roger walk over to the counter as he was limping down one isle. “Yeah my friend.” “roger.” He interrupted. “Yeah, my friend roger got hurt and I thought that you could help.” You say as you help roger walk around to the back of the counter so your mum could take a look. “Yeah he is pretty bad, maybe some cream for the bruises and you just need to rest buddy.” She said as she petted his head. You nodded and helped roger back to the bike. You took roger home and that is where it started.

Your friendship blossomed and you were connected at the hip. You were the one that turned Roger Taylor bad. He was that good student at school, but you liked to mess around. You would prank the teachers, get into fights with other people and wouldn’t give a dam. You were a straight A and B student and you would love to play sports. But the day came when you had to go. You were 16 and roger was 15. You said that you would get a tattoo, to remember each other. On your wrist you had Forever is our today and Roger Taylor in cursive writing on your other one. On rogers he had who waits forever anyway? And your name in cursive writing in the other one. When you were leaving you kissed roger on the lips and said, “By my little Rocky, we will meet again yes? And if we don’t I will kick your arse when we die, be we will never break the chain right?” you say as you put a silver around his neck you have one exactly like it with your names carved in. He nodded and said “I love you.” and you said “I love you too.” You then walked to the car and you never looked back, never feared, never cried.

  You are now 22 Walking around at the back of the school/uni wearing a black hoodie and skinny black jeans is what you did every day after school while waiting for Clare. Wearing sunglasses was your choice and when you would smoke girls would look at you wishing that they could have a date. They would ask Clare every time if you guys were together, or if you guys were dating, but all you wanted to be was alone. You didn’t want or need anybody, or that is what you say to yourself because no boy would come up to you and ask you out because you are a ‘boy’ in their eyes. You were good at nearly any sport, and you didn’t give a shit if you break a nail, or if you got dirty. You would stand up for Clare when she couldn’t, and you protected other people when they couldn’t either.

You got snapped out of your thoughts when Clare came running up to you. “Y/N! hi” she yelled as she was nearly next to you. “Sup Clare how are ya?” you say as you keep walking with Clare. “Well the good news is that Prom is on Friday!” she said. “And…” you say sarcastically. “And I don’t have a date.” She said. “No one wants to go with me Y/N and I don’t know what to do!” she said as she was looking at the ground. Until her head shot up, “You could go with me!” she said as she turned to you as you blew the smoke out of your mouth. “What?” you say as you give her a serious look. “Yeah you could go with me! Everybody thinks that you are a boy anyway so why would this be any different?” she said. “everyone thinks that I am a boy, because I wear skinny jeans, and boy clothes all of the time.” You said while you grew nearer to her house. “Yeah but still please!” she said as you got to the front of her house. “Bye Clare, I hope you can find a date love. Bye” you say as you wave to her. “Bye” she said to you as she hugs you. You blew out some more smoke and put the cigarette out with the bottom of your heel. And you walked back to your house.

Every time you would go to uni, the girls that were younger than you we would ask you out to prom, but you said no you are not going. When class is over you go to the fence where you normally go. You pull out a cigarette and light it with you lighter. Then you see someone walking over to you. He had Black hair and he wore the most outrages of outfits. But you didn’t mind. “can I have one Darling?” he asks you as he walks and stands next to you. “Sure thing mate.” You answer as you gave him one. “Are you going to the prom?” he looks at you. “No mate, I’m not. But all of these girls keep wanting to go with me I don’t get it!” you say as you put out your cigarette. “Maybe they find you as an attractive man?” he said as he there away his cigarette. The word ‘Man’ but I’m a woman. “Well what if I told you that I wasn’t a boy? That I was a girl?” you say. “I would say your crazy darling! But who am I to judge?” he said as he started to walk back to his locker.

Friday Night

Friday came along too quickly. Clare said that she doesn’t have a date yet, but she is still going to go, because she doesn’t want to be that person that didn’t go. She said for you to have a good night and that you guys would catch up on the weekend. You got home and lay on the balcony. Your parents are never home, them both business people and going to different parts if the country for work and on business trips. You blew the smoke out of your cigarette, and you looked at the time. You realised that you didn’t have anything to do that night. You knew that Clare wouldn’t have left for prom yet. You walk to your dresser and pull out a suit, you have your ray bans as well. You think to yourself that you clean up pretty well.

                         What you look like LOL WE ALL LOVE BEN

You go to your garage and pull out your Black Ford Mustang 68. You hop in and drive over to Clare’s house. Clare said that if you are going to be her date you have to have something in common with her brother, so you just threw a pair of Drumsticks in your pocket. You pull up out of the front of her house and you see a green looking mini in the drive way. Must be her brothers you say to yourself. You get out of the car, and you walk up the steps to her house. With some roses in your hand and your sunglasses still on your face you knock on the door. You wait a moment until an older lady comes and answers the door. “Yes can I help you?” she asks kindly. “Yes I’m here to pick up Clare for Prom?” you ask. “Oh Yes but Clare didn’t say anything about someone picking her up?” she said. “Yes, it was a last minute sort of thing.” You said really convincingly. She looked at you for a moment and yelled. “Clare there is someone at the door!”  and you hear patter feet down the hallway. “Yes who is it?” she said and looked at you. “Surprise?” you say as you hand her the roses. Your drumsticks sticking out of the back pocket of your pants. “Thankyou!” she said as she hugged you. You even put more effort and put on some boy perfume to make it more convincing. Then a boy with long blonde hair walked down the corridor. “Who are you?” he asked as he looked at you. “I’m Clare’s date.” You say in a duh tone. You see her looking at you while you take her hand and kiss it. She giggled playing along.  “Bye now.” You say as you two walked to the car. You thought that he looked familiar but you couldn’t say who he was. You didn’t mind though, you opened up the car door for Clare while she hopped in. You closed her door, and went around and opened your door and got in. Before you could, you could still see the outline of Clare’s brother. Leaning up against the door frame, smoking a cigarette you could see the light of the cigarette light up his face every time. Next you get in the car and start the engine.

When you get to the place, you help Clare out of the car and link your arm in hers. You are walking into the Gym and walk through where you get you couple Photos. You keep your sunglasses on as you two pose for the photo. You guys walk into the gym and you guys are met with The Beatles and a lot of people dancing. You take Clare’s hand and lead her to the dancefloor. You are suddenly dancing and you look around. People making out in the bathrooms, people putting liquor in the punch bowls and all the other lonely people that don’t have a date, that would of been Clare, but being the person that I am, I couldn’t do that to her. You were currently dancing with Clare, when they were going to announce the Prom King And Queen. Yay! I cant wait to find out who they are.

“ok guys welcome to Prom! Now we are going to announce our prom King and Queen! Now our Prom Queen is….” Clare shoved you and you just laughed, “Clare Taylor!” “and the Prom King is…..” you just looked at Clare as they put the little crown on her head. Then the Prom King was announced and they had a little dance. You didn’t care, so you sat on a chair near the back of the dance floor and took a smoke. You looked at your tattoo and ran your hand over the top of the writing. You remembered the time when you first taught roger to smoke, You were around 14 years of age and that made his 13. You chuckled remembering the memory.

 Now you were at school, and Roger walks into the classroom and sits next to you. The class was over and the day was as well. You were in the theatre room and you were just watching something about UK history. You pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. You inhaled and blew the smoke in the air. “Are you even allowed to do that?” roger asked you a he was watching you curiously. “Yeah the smoke alarm doesn’t work and so it doesn’t pick up the smoke.” You say as you blow out more smoke. You smiled at roger and looked at him, “what have you never smoked before?” you say as you run a hand through your hair. “No never been allowed to. My father always did, but I could never, I never tried.” He said as he looked at you. You then stood up and walked behind him. You put a cigarette in his mouth, and told him to hold it. You them flicked on the lighter and lit it up. “Now inhale it a bit and then blow it out.” You say as you just look at him. He inhales and then starts to cough. “Don’t worry, it happens to everyone on their first time.” You say as roger keeps going. You laugh as you keep going. And now you laugh as you remember the memory.

By the end of prom Clare soon found out that they put liquor in the Punch bowl. She came walking over to you with her small crown falling off her head a bit and her uneasy on her two feet. “Enjoying yourself Clare?” you say as you look at her. “Can we go home now?” she said as she grabbed onto your jacket. You quickly jumped out of the way to grab her as she nearly fell over. You walked with her hand in hand to your car. You helped her in and you drove her back to her house. When you pulled up to her driveway you looked and saw that none of the lights were on. They all went to sleep. You took your jacket off and checked everywhere for a spare key but they didn’t have one. You jump their fence and look around the back for some kind of opening. You see that someone left their window open so you went back to get Clare.

Once you got Clare you threw yourself over the fence and with your legs either side of the fence you grabbed onto Clare’s arms and lifted her up and over the fence. You laugh as she nearly falls over. You carry her Bridal style over to where you could see to climb up on the house. You saw a few drain pipes, they had a little veranda out the back so maybe something there. You see that there is a wood looking frame, so that was your best option. With Clare drifting to sleep on your back you wake her up and say, “Clare we are nearly there I need your help love to get up.” So you put her on your back as you make your way up the wooden frame, and onto the roof. Once you got to the window you saw that there was someone in there, they had a drum kit and a lot of posters. ‘Must be her brothers room’ You think to yourself. You pulled Clare through the window, and quietly walked over the carpet to the door. It had a British flag on the back and you chuckle to yourself. You open the door quietly and see someone walking across the hallway. You freeze. He had long hair, by the outline. But he walked straight past you as it was dark and walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

“Clare where is your room?” You whisper as she wakes up. She points to one down next to her brother’s room. You walk her in as she undresses and puts on her pyjamas. You sat her on the bed as you took her hair out and brushed a brush through so it wouldn’t be hard to brush in the morning. You lay her down on her bed as she grabbed your wrist as you were walking away. You turned around and you looked at her. “Sing me a song?” She said as you turned around. You nodded and walked over to where she was. You sat on the bed and began to sing

Time Of your Life Green Day

You got up when you saw that she was asleep. You then started to walk to where her brothers room is. You open the door and you see no one is in there. You walk through and you see that the window is locked. Dam. You look around and you see Clare’s brother walk into the Room. You rush behind his bed and you duck down. You hope he doesn’t see you. Then you see he has a gap underneath his bed. You haven’t done this in a while but you slipped underneath the bed. You were met, with records, you lay in a pair of drumsticks, and a pack of cigarettes, you just slipped those in your back pocket. You saw feet walk over to the edge of the bed, you hear some noises and then you see the person’s pants fall to the floor, must be getting ready for bed you think to yourself.

Then you see him walk over to the dresser and you think is he going to open the window? You look and see him open the window and walk back out of his room. You then make your move and jump out of the window. You made a loud noise but you slid off the roof and walked to where their back gate was. You threw yourself over the top and walked to your car. You jumped in and started the engine. You drove off and back to your house. When you got home, you walked upstairs into your room. You walked in and went over to your dresser. You took your suit off and slipped on your pyjamas. Then you slipped into bed, but felt something poke into your back. You sat up and looked at the photo on your bed. You turned your room lamp on and took a look. It was a photo of you and roger when he was 15. You laughed and placed it back on your drawer. You looked up at the sky and fell asleep.

When you woke up, you had breakfast and threw on your normal black hoodie and a pair of Black Jeans. You went to you garage where you had your BMX bike kept. You pulled it out and threw a cap on backwards as your helmet. You rode out of your garage and went rode down your street. You saw that they had a skate park so you were going to go down there and see how good these kids really are. You keep your hood up and you ride into the park. You ride over to the halfpipe is. You go up all the steps and you kick off.  Your just doing simple turns and a few turns. You then go onto some of the jump while you then start hearing clapping. You look up and it is a blonde kid with long hair, maybe down to his shoulder blades? And he looked at you. “Wow good skills kid.” He said as he approached you while his friends were standing behind him. “Really? Wow never got congratulated before.” You say sarcastically wanting to drop this conversation. “Yeah so what are you doing at our skate park? Aren’t you a city kid? We don’t like city kids.” He said as his friend stood around you. “So what are you gonna do about it huh?” You say as you look him in the eyes. “I don’t know maybe a little lesson so you don’t come back.” He said as his friends push you over. You then got kicked in the face he came at it again, and you grabbed his leg. You pull it hard at yourself and he goes flying over. His friends then proceed to kick and punch you. You are now on the floor. Only if they saw you as a girl, they wouldn’t do this to you. The blonde kid then makes his friends pick you up, underneath the underarms and lift you up to face him. They take off your hoodie as you look at him dead in the eye.

You then proceed to say, “What is your name?” you say as you spit some blood out of your mouth. “Roger.” He said. “Roger who?” you say and his friends start to laugh. “Roger Taylor.” Then it finally clicks. The person in front of you is Roger Taylor, your childhood friend and boyfriend when you were 16. You look at him and he looks you in the eyes. “Now I’m gonna make a mark that you would never forget.” He said as you brings a pocket knife out of his pocket. His friends throw you to the floor, while you hit your head. You stand up and his friends form a circle around of you two. They wanted you to fight. Yay!

Roger was never good at fighting, when he fought you he never won. “are you sure you want to do this roger?” you say as you look at him in the eye. “Done it thousands of times.” He leans on his right leg more so he is most likely going to use his right for everything. Make his left hurt. He came at you with the knife as you ducked and sent his doubling over and face to the floor. He got back up and he sliced your arm with the knife. He then proceeded to try and punch your head, but you hit the knife out of his hands and sliced the inside of his thigh.

You then grabbed the knife as you jumped back on him and smacked him In his left rib. He ends up hitting you while you just keep hitting him. You feel his punches getting weaker and his face being more pale. You saw more blood come out of his nose while his hands are up trying to defend himself from getting more hurt. You stand up while he tries to grab your leg you just kick him harder so he went flying back to the ground. You didn’t mean to do this to your best friend but he tried to hurt you first, all out of self-defence.

His friends fled while he was just left lying on the ground helpless. You looked at him, he had hurt on his feature, blood on his face and his eyes were closed. He looked like a beaten angel. You picked him up while you biked to the shop. He woke up while you were riding down a hill, but this time he just looked up at you. You put your hoodie on him, because he was just wearing a white T-shirt. You pulled the hood over his head, and you pulled around the corner. Roger looked at what you were doing and he saw your wrists. Then Roger had flashbacks to when you guys were kids.

After I got hurt, I looked up and I thought I saw an angel, she asked me if I was alright I said yeah and she picked me up. I looked up at the sky and I saw her look down at me. Then my eyes fluttered closed and I fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke I was in someone’s chest and it smelt like male perfume. I looked up and it was the angel that saved me. We were speeding down a hill and out of memory I screamed when I felt myself tilting downward and the wind flying past me faster than ever. When I looked at the girl her hair was being pushed back by the wind. And showing all her facial features. I knew I fell in love with her then.

“Is that you y/n?” roger said in a whisper that nearly no one could hear. “Yes I’m here mate? You got beaten pretty bad how you holding up?” you say as you speed down another hill. You then stroke your hand though his hair and laughed at how cute he looked in your black hoodie. “What happened? How are you here?” Roger said as you turned another corner. “well let’s just say you tried to fight me and failed and I moved back here a few months ago, and I never saw you around so yeah.” You say as you stop at the shop. “Isn’t this the shop where your mum used to work at?” roger said coughing a bit out of pain. “Yeah It was, are you alright what hurts?” you say as you walk down an isle. “Everything.” He said grabbing onto you with every step he took. You went and grabbed some bandages, disinfected and some patches. You went up to the counter and also brought a backpack and a pack of gum. You threw it all on the counter and you pull out some money.

You pay for the stuff and help Roger out of the shop. “I can’t go back to my house looking like this, if my mum sees me like this she will make me go through x-rays for a whole week!” roger said as he grabbed onto you more. “Yeah that sounds like your mum. Did Clare go to Prom?” you ask as you sat roger down on your lap on the bike. “Yeah she did, she went with this guy I didn’t catch his name but she seemed happy.” You just laughed as roger held onto you for dear life. He was so precious. You got back to your house as roger nearly fell asleep. You picked him up bridal style as you brought him into the house. You opened up the door and you lay him on the couch. You woke him up and started to treat his well cuts. You took off his shirt and you caught roger looking. You flashed him a smile while his cheeks flushed Red. You laughed and hit his chest playfully but started to instantly apologize as he started to weez.

Once you cleaned roger up you walked back into the living room and found him snuggled into the couch, and searching for warmth as he looked cold. You went over to the couch and when you sat down, roger instantly snuggled into you. You chuckle and look down at him. He opens his eyes and looks at you. “I love you.” Roger said as he put his face in your neck. “I love you too love.” You say as you hold him in your arms.

[softyoongiionly]

Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Five

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: College Au, Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, some moderate angst (later), smut (later later), slow-ish? burn

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: AHHHHH the overwhelming tension! I hope you guys like this one😊

Warnings for this Chapter: mentions of fear, anxiety, swearing (obviously), suggestive language, gut wrenching tension, slight angst.

Warnings for the Fic: mentions characters confronting their fears, characters in uncomfortable situations, emotional moments between characters, mentions of bad parenting, explicit language throughout the fic, moderate angst, and very explicit smut later in the story.

Chapter 5: Ferris Wheels and Friendship?

The next morning you woke up to an incessant buzzing that seemed to come from underneath your pillow. Squinting away the morning sun and cursing yourself for not shutting the window before you fell asleep; you take a look at your phone and, see that Jimin is calling you.

“Morning.” You croak, pulling your fuzzy throw blanket up over your figure.

“Morning Sleeping Beauty,” Jimin’s fairy voice twinkles through the speaker, a giggle on the tail end of his words “Did I wake you up?”

“Always.” There’s a bite to your tone but, Jimin’s knows better than to take it seriously. “What’s up?”

“It’s Friday.” He sing-songs and your eyes shoot open in alarm.

“Oh shit, Jimin! I’m sorry!” You flip the covers around, disturbing a sleeping Marzipan in the process, your feet meandering about on the floor as you try and look for some clean clothes. You and Jimin had a Friday tradition that involved crepes and the best iced coffee in the entire world. It was definitely something worth waking up for.

“Jagi, you’re good!” He calls through the phone, since you had to put him on speaker. “I’m at your door though, let me iiiin.” He whines and you rush to the door, not bothering to hang up his call. Swinging the door open, you are met with a giggling Jimin casually leaning against the doorframe. He looks amazing as usual, his pink hair effortlessly swept back, his rose colored cheeks dewy: his outfit is simple but jaw-dropping as usual. Tight grey skinny jeans, a pink oversized sweater, several gold earrings, and black leather boots adorn Jimin’s figure as he holds his arms out for you. Jimin always puts a smile on your face and, he is one of the few people you can confidently say that you never get tired of. You wrap your arms around him, pressing your cheek to his chest, a smile warming your features.

“I’m sorry I slept in.” You mumble against his sweater, and he lets out another giggle.

“It’s fine Y/N, I knew you’d never miss a date with me so, I showed up anyway.” His honeyed voice assures you as you pull away. It’s then that both you and Jimin realize that you don’t have pants on. “Yah! What are you doing answering the door in your panties, someone can walk by and see you!”

You giggle in response to his change in demeanor, pulling him inside as you shut the door.

“Calm down, I’m sure everyone on this floor has seen my underwear at some point.” You confess, still giggling lightly as you hand Jimin a water bottle and, his eyes narrow in your direction. Listen, sometimes I don’t feel like putting on pants just to run to the mailbox and back, I’ve actually gotten pretty good at making it back before anyone sees me.”

“I don’t want to hear about my best friend running around with her ass out, unless I’m there, also running around with my ass out. Someone could literally put you in their pocket.” Jimin admonishes with a pointed look, drinking from his water bottle but, his eyes reflect a bit of the normal playfulness that they always have.

“Look who’s talking.” You play back before running for your life and into your room. Jimin boils over as he picks up a pillow from your couch and throws it in your direction, the pillow nearly missing your head.

“Don’t be fucking rude!” He calls, attempting to sound angry but his giggle escapes his lips anyway.

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“So that’s it? He just got up and left?” Jimin asks around a bite of strawberry crepe, his eyes wide after listening to you recount your night with Yoongi.

You nod, your lips pursed as you wipe your hands on the cloth napkin that lay over your lap.

“Yeah,” You replied casually, taking a sip of your iced coffee. “I don’t know, maybe I misread the situation. I get why he left I guess but, I was a little confused by him leaning away from me. I’m probably reading too much into it, I mean he was there for our project. He wasn’t there cause he wanted to hang out with me.”

“I mean, that’s true but, from what you are telling me, he doesn’t sound put off by you, he sounds like he might have been nervous. I mean odds are, you probably had your chest right in his face while you were fixing his hair.” Jimin smirks lightly, his eyes twinkling with suggestion.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you toss your napkin his way and, forever the dancer, he dodges it swiftly, giggling.

“Shut up.” Your laugh eventually leaves your chest to bubble through your lips as Jimin holds his hands up.

“You’re hot; I’m just speaking the truth.” He defends a sweet smile on his lips.

“You flatter me kind sir” You conclude, patting his hand as you both giggle once again.

A few moments of comfortable silence passes before Jimin’s eyes light up in remembrance.

“Wait! Did you see Kookie’s tweet?”

Your eyes widen back at him as you brace your hands against the table, leaning forward slightly.

“Oh my god yes, what was that about? Do you think he’s seeing someone?”

Jungkook had posted a particularly out of character tweet this morning. The exact tweet read, “You’re the cause of my euphoria.” Jungkook was definitely a romantic little softy at heart but, it wasn’t like him to post cryptic things on social media: mainly because most of his posts were usually meme/sports related.

“Should we ask him about it? I’m sure he knows we saw it.” Jimin’s voice is hushed despite the fact that the man in question was 300 miles away.

You purse your lips in thought before shaking your head.

“No, I don’t think so; I think we should wait until he comes to us. Knowing him, he will probably downplay it anyway.” You conclude, smiling fondly at the thought of the secretly shy little bean that was your best friend.

“Ugh but, I want to know who my Kookie is seeing.” Jimin whines, slumping back into the chair, causing you to giggle.

“Trust me, so do I but, I think he’ll tell us when he’s ready. Besides, he might not even be seeing anyone yet; you know how he gets around pretty girls.” You try and reason with the man before you, who seems to be getting more and more flustered by the second.

“But I want to know now.” Jimin’s accent decorates his whine perfectly and, you curse him for being so adorable. “We’ve been best friends forever, he always tells me everything. I bet Taehyung knows.” He concludes bitterly and, you nudge his leg with your foot.

“If he did, he probably pried it out of him.” You assure him, fighting the laugh that’s brewing over Jimin’s tantrum.

“Fine, I won’t say anything.” Jimin surrenders, his features etched in a prominent frown. “I’ll just stalk his twitter.”

“You already stalk his twitter.” You point out, giggling, savoring the last sip of your iced coffee, the waiter coming over to collect the check.

“Well, I miss him!” He defends, his puffy lips pouted in frustration.

       The two of you leave the café and, Jimin heads off to his showcase rehearsal while you catch the subway back home. As your nearing your stop, your phone buzzes in your hand. Glancing down, you see it’s from Yoongi and, you unlock your phone to open it. Your heart stalls in your chest for a moment as you look at the picture before you. It’s Yoongi but, with bright blonde hair. He’s parted it off to the side, exposing part of his forehead and, although the color wasn’t a shimmering platinum, it was definitely blonde. He has a little bit of a smile on his lips and, he looked like he hadn’t been up for too long. The picture was sent with a text that read: Yoongi: I guess you should change majors?

Fuck. He looked really good. You tell yourself to chill and, instead of responding right away, you wait until your back at your apartment.

You: I’ll let my student advisor know on Monday lol. Do you like it?

A few seconds pass before he replies.

Yoongi: It’s different but, I don’t mind it, I’m just happy I still have all of my hair.

You: Trust me, so am I.

Yoongi: Do you like it?

Your brows furrow at the new message you receive, your fingers stalling on the keyboard. Why would he care if you liked it?

You:  I think it looks great, black to blonde is usually a rough way to go so, I’m happy it worked out.

Yoongi: Me too. Thanks again.

You: No worries.

A sigh leaves your lips as you lean back against your couch. You thumb presses into the power button on your phone, as you place it on the arm of the couch. Man, Tuesday could not come quick enough.

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“Ok so, the next one is easy, you put roller coasters and, I put heights, we can definitely combine those two.” You begin; you’re desk to desk with Yoongi, in the middle of your Tuesday lecture, trying to figure out the next part of the project. Yoongi had been late to class that day but, boy was he worth the wait; blonde messy hair, camouflage hoodie, black torn jeans and, of course his many silver earrings.

His chewing his lip as he nods in your direction, a slightly drawn out breath leaving his nose as he looks at his paper.

“Yeah, that makes sense. We should probably go to an amusement park or something.” Yoongi suggests, his lips hovering over the straw to his Americano. He looked immaculate as always but, you couldn’t miss the puffiness under his eyes that alluded to a night of very little sleep.

“Do you actually want to go on one of the rides?”

Yoongi shakes his head immediately, his dark eyes lighting up slightly in alarm.

“No, I’m good. We can just walk around or something.” He replies, his hand coming up to scratch behind his neck.

“Is it the height for you too? Or the movement?” You inquire, curiously, your eyes meeting his.

“It’s all of it. I don’t like being jerked around…well, not jerked around…like moved around, I guess. I don’t like it.” He fumbles out the last part of his sentence and, you have to stifle the giggle that wants to pass your lips. You nod, putting your pen to your paper, writing down the plans so, that you can turn it in to Professor James.

“No, I get it; you don’t like being jerked around. I’ll keep that in mind.” You reply casually and you feel an eraser being thrown your way.

“Shut up. Don’t be gross.” Yoongi admonishes but, his cheeks are pink and the amused smile on his lips has already presented itself.

“I’m just trying to get to know my partner.” You defend, the flirtation in your voice subtle but, clearly suggestive. Your eyes meet Yoongi’s for a moment and, you can sense that he’s in some kind of discomfort. He shifts in his seat, his hand at the back of his neck once more before, he takes another sip of his coffee.

“I’m busy for most of this week but, I can probably do Thursday night again, I think the park closes at 10 so, we should have plenty of time to get what we need.” He changes the subject, his gaze growing slightly stern as he glances around the room. Yikes.

“Thursday works for me. I have review session from 2-4 for my final but, I’ll be free after that.” Your returns to its normal cadence and, you couldn’t help but feel a little bummed out by Yoongi going all business on you again. You figured it was time to stop hoping that he would see you as something other than his partner for an inconvenient project.

“Alright, cool, I can meet you there; I’ll try and leave a little bit earlier to avoid the traffic.” He notes, nodding.

“Ok, we should get there around the same time then.” You reply, your eyes not really meeting his gaze any longer, your notebook suddenly becoming very interesting.

“What final is it?” Yoongi asks suddenly, his voice slightly softer than before.

“Hm?” Your eyes flit up to his and you find him staring back at you curiously.

“Your final, that you’re reviewing for?” He clarifies, taking another sip of his coffee.

“Oh, yeah, it’s my International Relations final, it’s one of my final grad requirements so, I need to ace it.” You explain, Yoongi nodding along, his eyes holding a bit of interest for once.

“What do you plan to do with your degree?”

“I want to work as an international advocate of some sorts. I’m interested in improving international relationships and foreign affairs, stuff like that. I’d really like to work in human rights as well but, that’s something I’ll probably have to work up to.” You reply, passion lighting up your voice as you speak about your passions. Yoongi’s face lights up slightly, a small but, genuine smile gracing his features as he nods along.

“That’s cool; the world definitely needs the help.”

“Yeah, I think so too. What about you?” You inquire, your body leaning forward slightly. Yoongi’s expression lights up further as nods to his laptop.

“Well, if I actually get my final composition project done, I plan on staying in the city to work as a producer. I have a friend who owns a small studio in the west province who said I have a job when I graduate.” He explains, his tone one of pride and certainty.

You smile, your eyes lighting up intrigued.

“That’s really cool; it’s nice that you have something lined up already. Do you make your own stuff or are you just looking to make beats for other people?” At this question, Yoongi shifts his posture again, growing smaller in his seat.

“Uh I make my own stuff sometimes but, I usually just sell beats to aspiring SoundCloud rappers.” He smirks slightly as you giggle, stretching your limbs before nodding to your phone.

“Are they any good?”

“No, they’re trash.” He scoffs his eyes playful as his long fingers fiddle with the end of his paper. “But, I have rent so; I do what I have to do.”

“I get you. Do you sing or?” You’re attempting to milk as much of the conversation as possible, as this is probably the most genuine verbal encounter you’ve had with Yoongi. Yoongi cringes at your inquiry, his face wrinkled in distaste as he shakes his head.

“No.” He chuckles as he leans back in his chair, the soft column of his throat visible as continues. “I rap…sometimes, just for fun though.”

You smile playfully, tilting your head, as Professor James calls for your planning papers. “Let me know when your mixtape drops.”

At this, Yoongi rolls his eyes but, you can’t miss the blush that once again graces his cheeks.

“Not going to happen.” He bites back, as he slips his laptop into his bag.

The two of you drop your papers on Professor James’s desk before, weaving through the crowd of people towards the exit. Usually Yoongi leaves you behind to head back into the main part of the campus but, this time he lingers beside you, his thumbs tucking into the straps of his backpack.

“I’ll see you Thursday?” He asks, his voice soft, his doll-lips pouted as he tilts his head towards the direction he plans to walk.

“I’ll be there.” You smile in assurance as you begin to part ways. Your back is almost completely turned before you hear Yoongi’s voice again.

“Bring a jacket, it’s supposed to be cold.” He calls; hands pulling the sleeves of his hoodie back down over his wrists. You nod, biting back a smile at his request.

“I will, thanks.” You call back before turning back and going your separate ways.

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“Y/N likes Yoongi, Y/N likes Yoongi!” An annoying course of voices echoes through your screen as you roll your eyes, flipping off your webcam.

“I don’t like Yoongi; I just think he’s cute!” You insist, through the choir from hell that’s currently berating you.

It’s Wednesday night and you’re in the middle of a skype session with Jimin, Taehyung and, Jungkook. Jimin and his big mouth had slowly started to bring up the idea that one of you was seeing someone. Jungkook had started to look visibly uncomfortable so, you decided to shift the focus onto you. You had mentioned Yoongi and, his new hair and, how literally everything he does was endearing and, this obviously opened you up to a barrage of teasing from your friends.

“You never talk about boys this way Y/N, you definitely have a thing for him.” Taehyung points out, his smirk prominent as the other two boys finally settle down.

“Seriously, she mentions him all the time; it’s starting to make me jealous.” Jimin pouts, causing Taehyung to chuckle. Jungkook, who would normally be memeing the hell out of you right now, decides to quiet down, not wanting to risk his own love life being questioned.

“You guys, even if I had a thing for Yoongi, it wouldn’t matter. He’s made it obvious that he isn’t feeling it, trust me.” You explain, playing with the ends of your hair, whilst Taehyung and Jimin roll their eyes.

“You don’t know that, have you tried flirting a little?” Taehyung asks, his expression doubtful as he deadpans the camera.

“Yeah, actually I have but, I think it makes him uncomfortable and, I don’t really want to do that.” You’re trying to keep your tone casual, not really wanting to reveal your disappointment to your friends. Yoongi wasn’t interested in you, that much was obvious but, so far, he seemed like a nice guy so, you really didn’t want to make things awkward for him.

“I don’t know Y/N, you don’t exactly have a good track record when it comes to knowing if guys like you or not.  There were at least half a dozen guys in high school that  had a thing for you and, you had no idea.” Jimin points out, shrugging as he throws back some of the pink wine in his glass. Taehyung nods in agreement, pointing towards you.

“Jiminie’s right, maybe you just make him nervous. You have that effect on men.” Taehyung smirks as he leans back in his seat. You roll your eyes and shake your head, your hand reaching over to pat Marzipan who has plopped down next to you.

“I think you should keep going the way you are. Hyung is right, he might just be nervous but, if you don’t know for sure, maybe it’s best to just keep going with the flow.” Jungkook finally pipes up, his demeanor much calmer than normal and, you really have to stifle your desire to ask him why he isn’t being the walking meme that he normally is.

“Thanks Kookie. I think you’re right.” You smile sweetly in his direction as he nods almost shyly in return. Taehyung and Jimin roll their eyes causing both you and Jungkook to laugh.

“I think you should say something to him. Take charge, let him know how you feel.” Taehyung encourages as Jimin nods along to his sentiment. “ He might surprise you.”

“He’s my partner guys, if he’s not into me, it’s going to make the whole thing a lot harder to get through. Look, I promise to say something if he gives me good reason to but, right now, I’m going to take Jungkook’s advice and, go with the flow.” You state and Jungkook smile’s proudly in return before, sticking his tongue out at the screen.

“Ha! I win, suckers.” He announces to the other boys, causing you to laugh at his antics. “Best advice goes to me, Jeon Jungkook, the love expert.”

Ah, there he is.

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Thursday finally arrives and, you’re rifling through your closet, desperately trying to find your favorite hoodie. Its black and 4-5 sizes too big, which basically means it hangs below your knees. The inside is lined with thick fleece that is easily the softest material you have ever felt and, you could have sworn you hung it up the last time you did laundry. Your face lights up in victory as you spot a mass of black fabric hanging off of one of your shelves before, slipping it on over your bra and leggings. You opt for some comfortable shoes since, odds are,  you‘re going to be walking around the park for a while. Marzipan scurries into the kitchen as she hears you pouring food into her bowl, her chubby body almost sliding across the floor as she reaches her destination. You giggle fondly at her, patting her head before, grabbing your things and heading out the door.

The subway ride was longer than you’re used to but, eventually you’re dropped off near the main entrance of the amusement park. When you finally feel the frigid outside air, you thank your lucky stars that Yoongi had reminded you to bring a jacket. You honestly don’t know what you would have done if you had opted to wear anything else. Moving through the crowd of people, you eventually move off to the side to pull your phone out.

You: Hey, I’m here. Have you made it yet?

Yoongi’s reply takes a few minutes before a new message lights up your screen.

Yoongi: I just parked. Meet me at the ticket booth.

You: I bought our tickets already, do you want to just meet at the main entrance?

The chat bubble moves around for a long time and based on his short reply, you assume he was unsure of how to respond.

Yoongi: You didn’t have to do that.

You: You promised me I could get the next round so, I did just that.

Yoongi: I meant the next round of food…

You: Don’t worry about it.

A few moments pass before you spot Yoongi walking towards your direction. He’s wearing the same outfit he wore during your AM lecture: black Nike sweats with a dark gray utility jacket. He’s also sporting a disapproving expression, his hands tucked into his pockets as he approaches you. You push off of the wall you were leaning against, strolling over to meet him half way.

“I wish you wouldn’t have wasted your money on me.” He announces as the two of your paths finally meet. “I could have paid.”

“You’re welcome Yoongi.” You reply simply, nudging him towards the main entrance. He side eyes you, his posture stiff but, he allows you to push him towards your destination.

“Thank you.” His voice is soft and you almost miss the small smile that appears and then vanishes on his mouth.

The two of you approach the gate and, you reach out to hand your tickets to the clerk who is sporting a brilliant smile.

“Enjoy!” She chirps and both you and Yoongi thank her before you head inside.

The park is buzzing with activity, twinkling lights adorning nearly every structure, the air is scented with tantalizing flavors that resemble cinnamon and freshly baked bread, children are eagerly tugging their parents towards various shops and rides and, there’s probably around a half a dozen giant roller coasters that stand proudly towards the back of the park. You can’t help but smile at the scene before you and, this doesn’t go unnoticed by the man standing beside you.

“What?” His brows are raised, as he glances between you and whatever he assumes you’re smiling at.

“Nothing.” You reply, your smile fading slightly before jerking your head towards the back of the park. “I’m guessing we should head that way?”

Yoongi takes a deep breath, nodding in response as the two of you start to make your way to the metal fortresses that await you.

You observe the coasters from a distance and, you feel yourself getting slightly nervous at the thought of riding the tallest one that protrudes in the middle of the group, the top of it looking as if its about to touch the sky. Roller coasters themselves didn’t really bother you but, the idea of being up so high without any control over when you are able to get down, really freaked you out. Yoongi stayed silent for the most part as you meandered your way through the eager patrons. You felt some level of disappointment as the tricky part of your brain reminded you that you wished you were here with Yoongi for different reasons.

“Which one scares you the most?” You ask him after the two of you finally reach the cluster of coasters.

Yoongi’s eyes shift around for a moment, his lips pursed in thought before he nods toward a black coaster that looks it spins and flips about a thousand times.

“That one, I can’t understand why anyone would find that fun.” He replies, wrinkling his nose in distaste. You laugh lightly before you nod towards the giant colorful Ferris Wheel dominating the right side of the back lot.

“What about that one?” You inquire softly, your eyes lighting up with an idea. Yoongi ponders your question for a moment before shrugging.

“That one isn’t too bad, I’m not a huge fan of the height but, it’s probably the only one I would consider riding.”

“I’m going to ride it.” You say suddenly, nudging his shoulder with your own. Yoongi’s brow furrows as he looks over at you and then back at the ride.

“Wait why? I thought we were just walking around.” He reminds you but, you already start making your way towards the Ferris Wheel, your heart starting to pound in your chest as you do. Yoongi struggles to keep up with you as he looks at you with concern.

You shrug as you take your place in line, “You actually dyed your hair and it turned out alright, I think I should confront a fear or two directly too. You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to though.”

Yoongi looks at you for a moment, still alarmed as his eyes regard the behemoth wheel before the both of you. He shakes his head, his gaze once again disapproving as he sighs out through his nose.

“I’ll watch your stuff, I guess, just…” He pauses, his eyes scanning over your frame as you hand him your purse. “Be…safe…”

You giggle lightly at his demeanor, pushing down the anxiety and disappointment that’s brewing in your chest.

“I’ll be strapped in Yoongi, don’t worry.” You assure him, before, making your way to the entrance of the ride. What were you doing???? Were you crazy??? There was literally no reason to confront this fear directly but, honestly, why not? It was a Ferris Wheel. Yes, it was unnerving but, what’s the worst that can happen?

Right before you approach the front of the line, you hear a soft murmur, that sounded like your name, making its way through the group of people before you notice Yoongi shuffling over to you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask with a tilt to your head. Yoongi lets out a frustrated sigh, his face turned up in discomfort as you both approach the ride operator.

“You shouldn’t ride it alone.” Yoongi mumbles, regarding you with his cat eyes.

“Yoongi, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.” You assure him, your eyes soft with concern.

“Well I don’t even want to be here but, I can’t afford to fail this class so, let’s just get this over with, I guess.” For the first time, you sense actual irritation in Yoongi’s voice and the tone makes your face fall.

You nod robotically as the woman ushers the two of you into a massive structure that looks like a carriage. As the two of you step inside, you pull your seatbelt over your lap, keeping your attention on the material. Yoongi has his eyes on you and, you can feel it but, you have no intention at meeting his gaze. As the ride rumbles to life, you grip your seatbelt a little tighter in an attempt to calm your nerves while Yoongi scans over you warily. The two of you don’t speak for some time, your eyes trained on the window of the carriage as it slowly starts moving.

“Are you ok?” Yoongi’s soft voice finally breaks the thick layer of silence between the two of you, his cat eyes regarding you.

“Yeah. I’m good, you?” You jerk your head in his direction, your voice smaller than you want it to be. Yoongi isn’t convinced but, he answers your question anyway.

“Yeah, I’m ok.”

Silence fills the carriage again as you shift slightly on the cushioned seat. The view from the window is revealing more and more of the twinkling city lights and, you once again feel a twinge of sadness that you aren’t here with someone you wants to be there with you. Jimin would love this ride, you note, wishing he was here to make you laugh.

“I’m sorry that you’re here with me instead of some pretty girl or something, you got to admit though, this view is amazing.” You attempt to lighten the mood, smiling slightly as you look out the window. Yoongi’s brow furrows in confusion but, you miss this as you’ve purposefully chosen to avoid his gaze.

“What do you mean?” He mumbles, his voice smaller than normal. You look over at him to see him fiddling with the end of his hoodie, as he stares back at you.

“I just mean that this is actually kind of cool and, I’m sure you’d rather be here with your girlfriend or something.” You explain, keeping your tone as casual as possible.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” He retorts, his eyes regarding you, a ghost of a smirk playing on his mouth. “and you are…pretty.” Yoongi seems to force the last part of his sentence out and, you can’t help but giggle in response.

“It’s ok Yoongi; you don’t have to say that. I know you aren’t into me like that.” You smile reassuringly, waving him off almost, trying to move the subject along.

“No, actually, you don’t know that.” He mutters, confusion and faint irritation flashing across his face.

“Well, maybe, I’m wrong for assuming but_”

“You are.” Yoongi cuts you off, his voice calm and annoyingly monotone but, his gaze holds something you can’t quite identify. “Why would you think I wasn’t attracted to you?”

“Your body language, the way you constantly avoid eye contact with me, just stuff like that. It’s no big deal Yoongi; I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, it’s just something I’ve noticed.”

“You’re wrong.” His cheeks are pink and you feel an unsettling flutter in your stomach as you lock eyes with him.

“Fine, I’m wrong. I’m sorry for assuming.” You concede, smirking lightly as you regard his flustered frame. “Would you kiss me? Hypothetically?”

You don’t know what’s come over you, you’re not normally so brazen but you really wanted to know what went on in that pretty blonde head of his.

“Yeah…”He swallows around a dry throat, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck, his eyes avoiding yours for the first time during this conversation. “I would…hypothetically.”

Your smirk is unwavering as your teeth nibble on the inside of your lip.

“Where?” The inquiry passes your lips as your voice drops to a low murmur, the flirtation that you’ve suppressed creeping back into your tone.

“Where?” Yoongi repeats, his shaky voice confused momentarily as you watch his gaze flicker between your chest to your throat and, then finally settling on your lips. “I…I don’t know…your lips…maybe…other places too…”

The fluttering in your chest doesn’t seize and, you really try to reason with yourself but, you can’t help but want him. Before you can reply, another confession tumbles passed his lips.

“I’d kiss you everywhere…if you’d let me.”

The ride jolts momentarily ripping you and Yoongi out of your moment, you look around, concerned that something was wrong before a voice crackles through the speakers.

“Attention Ladies and Gentleman, the ride is experiencing some minor technical difficulties and, will resume shortly, please continue to keep your hands, arms, feet and legs inside the ride at all times, we will have everything moving in no time.”

The two of you settle down and catch each other’s gaze once again; Yoongi’s cheeks still pink, his hand resuming its favorite spot behind his neck. He chuckles lightly and, you can’t help but follow suit, his eyes twinkling in amusement.

“You….uh” Yoongi begins his sentence but, he seems to lose his words for moment as he stares at you. He takes a breath, his head turning to the side slightly before continuing. “We can’t.”

Your brow furrows as you cock your head, your eyes holding his.

“We can’t what?”

“We can’t do anything.” He explains further, his voice decorated with hesitation, his deep chocolate eyes unsure. You fall silent for a moment, your eyes softer than they were before as you hold his gaze.

“Can I ask why?”

Yoongi’s lips are drawn up into a half smile and you think for a moment you detect a hint of fondness in his eyes before he answers.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea.” He admits, your face falls for a moment as you look out the window. You nod as you chew on the inside of your lip before Yoongi pipes up again. “It’s not because I don’t want to. I just think it’s a bad idea… right now.”

You nod your head again, smiling warmly, aiming to conceal your disappointment.

“I get it, don’t worry, thanks for the ego boost. For the record though,” Your smile turns into a smirk, your eyes playful. “I’d kiss you too. Everywhere.”  The tone of your voice is dramatic and overly seductive causing Yoongi to roll his eyes and flip you off, despite your comment clearly flustering him. A giggle erupts over your lips as the ride resumes motion towards the ground.

Maybe Jungkook wasn’t a “love expert” after all.

[lokizalien]

Avengers: A Bleeding Rose // #1

//Originally I planned to make this story into a comic but unfortunately school just started and I will not be able to focus on drawing it. So I decided why not post it here! I hope you enjoy :) ❤️//

Warnings: some cussing, (there will be much more warnings in future chapters)

“Why must you always play games? Now look at you. You are who you said you would never be… Was it worth it?”

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“Samantha! Slow down!”

Loud panting coming from the man’s lips as he rest his hand on the detective’s shoulder. A satisfied click of the tongue was all he received, as she gave him a knowing glance. The sides of her mouth curling upward as the soft curls of her short black hair fall over her right eye.

“I mean, we’re already here so we might as well.” She cooed, playing with the ends of the strings of her navy blue American eagle hoodie. Repeatedly tapping on the plastic at the end of it, waiting for her partners response.

“Rose, I’m not skipping an hour of work just to stand here and read a bunch of biographies for the twentieth time” He huffed, slightly tugging on the hood of her jacket. She pouted, glaring at him.

“Fine, you can go Sean.” She sighed as she began to walk towards the entrance. Breaking the grip he had on her in the process.

“Hey! Rose! What the hell do you-”

He was cut off from a silent ‘shh’ coming from Samantha’s lips. Her middle finger pressed against them as a smirk grew across her lips.

“Run along, Pawjer. I’ll meet you there” She replayed with a smug smile.

Sean rolled his eyes, biting the inside of his lip as he watched her continue walking to the entrance of the build.

“You get there any later than an hour and I’m throwing away your secret stash” He sighed, starting to walk away with a small smile.

“Go ahead! Let’s see how far you can carry me!” She chuckled, glancing over at him as she saw him walk around the corner. She sighs softly as she turns her attention back to the museum.

The museum was like her quiet place. It was a good place for her to think and gather herself mentally before she went to work or to start day in general.

As usual she quickly made her way to where the World War II information was. Her eyes lit up just from the thought of it. The corners of her mouth curling upward as if she was watching her childhood replay when she first visited this museum.

She always found history inspiring. Her love for it only grew by the day, ever since she was little. Her main inspiration being from Steve Rogers also known as Captain America. Just like every kid in her generation, when she was little she looked up to him and wanted to be a hero just like he was. That’s why she became a detective for the NYPD. Always trying to do her job to the best of her ability, that’s until the battle of New York. After that her perspective on a few things changed. Her job after that day was to help anyone from the destruction and the amount of casualties just made her sick to her stomach. Samantha is a stubborn brat that only listens to what she wants to even if she knows she’s wrong. So the fact that the 'Avengers’ saved the world was something she didn’t want to consider. But could you really blame her though? The fact that she had to tell many children across the city that their Mom and or dad wasnt coming back home, broke her heart.

She wanted absolutely nothing to do with the Avengers.

As time went on, her mind got lost in the many different biographies and information she was being presented. Her imagination only being cut off by her phone vibrating in her pocket. She could feel a groan develop in her throat as she took the phone out her pocket.

Sean Pawjer: Alright sunshine it’s time for you to come to work. Boss seems to be a little annoyed with your absences lol. But before you come can you buy me a souvenir? I’ve been keeping my eye out on one of those USAAF hats they have there.

She just rolls her eyes. A smirk forming across her lips, putting her phone back in her pocket.

As she made her way down to the gift shop her eyes scan the room, looking at all the creative jackets, bookbags, handbags, and any other accessories they held inside it.

Once her eye catches the hat Pawjer was talking about, she picked one up and placed it on top of her head.

Spotting a mirror from the corner of her eye she started to fix the hat properly on her head. Her smile only growing bigger the longer she looked at herself, thinking she looked cute.

“The hat looks nice on you, detective”

Her body froze. In the mirror she saw a slightly taller redhead with gorgeous blue eyes standing behind her.

Is that the agent from shield?

She asked herself, her mind jumping to different conclusions on why she was here. Taking a deep breath and clears her throat as she turned around to face the woman. An awkward smile plastered on her face.

“I beg your pardon?” She replied, the sass in her tone being much more than what she would have hoped.

Her eyebrow cocked upwards, the corner of her lips curled as she seem to be amused by the sass in her tone.

“Good evening Detective Rose. My name is Natasha Romanoff, an agent from S.H.I.E.L.D. I’ve been ordered to come find you and bring you back to H.Q..” she stated, slowly stepping closer to the smaller female.

Her chest heaves, trying her best to keep her place and not to seem so intimidated by the agent.

“May I ask why?” Her voice sounding a little more stern.

“S.H.I.E.L.D. monitors potential threats an-” Natasha was cut off by a chuckle that left Samantha’s lips. Her nervous gaze now replace by a smug smile.

“and when did I become a threat exactly? If I recall correctly I haven’t done anything wrong, Miss Romanoff” A sly tone in her voice.

The smirk on Natasha’s lips grew bigger. Her hands slipping into the front pocket of her jeans as, she closed the space in between them. “How about 2 years ago, S.H.E.I.L.D.’s base. Where you stole a piece of the tesseract.” She whispers.

Samantha kept quiet, her body tensing as the other female stood over her. A small scared whimper built in her throat. The worst part being that she was right. She did steal a peice of the Tesseract, but why are they coming for her now?

“You do realize you’re in so much more trouble than you think.” She let the words roll off her tongue, the smirk on her face only growing bigger as she looked down at Samantha. “You’re lucky were willing to offer you a job instead of throwing you in prison as planned. Now it’s your choice, you either come with me or your under arrest.”

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Samantha sat down in the passenger seat of the agents car, pouting her lips as she kept her glare on the red head. She walked around the car with the same shit eating grin on her face, it only getting bigger when she noticed Samantha’s stare.

She opened the door and sat down in the driver’s seat. Her fingertips tapping the steering wheel as she started the engine of the car.

“You put this on yourself, Detective. Might as well just run with it.” Natasha place her hand on the rim of the cap Samantha still had on her head and fixed it properly. A small Huff was the only response Natasha received.

Time flew by as the two sat quietly in the car, the wind blowing through both of their hair as yet another light turns green.

“ So…Do you care to explain to me, Why you thought it was a good idea to steal a piece of one of the most dangerous weapons on the planet? According to the NYPD you don’t even like any cases that has to involve The Avengers.”

Samantha’s eyes flutter in surprise from the sudden question, her heart nearly skipping a beat when she mentioned the NYPD.

“You confronted the station?” She asked rather annoyed. Sighing in defeat before Nat can say anything, she clears her throat.

“There’s been a rumor going around about the stone and I never really believed it but ever since New York… I was intrigued. I wanted to see what the big fuss was about it. I mean it opened a portal to space for God���s sake!” Her eyes sparkled like a little kid on Christmas morning.

“I wanted to take some research on it. Honestly seeing what happened with the stone already I’m surprised I didn’t get in any more trouble.” Her smile automatically flipping when she felt Natasha’s glare on her.

Natasha clicked her tongue in annoyance.

“Mhm, we’ll see. Did you get anything from your 'research’?” She asks, amplifying the sass in her voice.

Samantha scoffed at that, her tongue rolling around in her cheek as she turned her attention to out the window.

“not exactly, the last thing I remember about my research was that the stone emits gamma radiation. The amount of radiation in that stone could really do some damage to a Human…. Which is funny cause, the little bit of radiation that was in that tiny piece is now in me.” A nervous laughter escaping her lips, realizing that she’s in much more trouble than she would have hoped.

A sharp inhale came from Nat as the car came to a holt. Samantha hisses at the friction the seatbelt made with her skin on her neck. A small bruise left on her dark skin. After few seconds of silence, the two girls shared glances. Samantha’s was cold and filled with annoyance. Her nails digging into the leather material of the seat as she pulled herself up properly. Natasha on the other hand staring at her with wide eyes.

“What?” Samantha panted.

Natasha still didn’t answer. Her eyes were filled with concern and worry which only made Samantha feel more tense. Her annoyed expression started to soften as she could really tell that the agent didn’t know what was going on, but what she did know is that whatever happened 2 years ago was NOT good. “We need to get to the tower”

Samantha nods slowly, her mouth becoming dry. She became scared, her heart beating rapidly as she slowly turns her attention away from the agent. “O-okay…” She mumbles as Natasha drives off in a hurry.

Taking deep breaths, Samantha sat there impatiently, her fingers tapping against her thigh. Her eyes following trees and people. Anything to help her forget the look on Nat’s face. It gave her such an uncomfortable felling I’m her stomach. She was scared. No. Terrified, but all she could do was.. wait.