#so lmk if I sound like a dumbass thanks

[princessbiteme0o0]

Just Friends, Hmm?

SMUT, SMUT, SMUT

So in other worDS MINORS D.N.I. 🔪

(Thank you @littleskeletonprincessss for the pic :) )

This is pure filth…

💫Beware💫

Description: Welcome to, I’m bored and my mind likes to run wild (a dream that I had last night). Schlatt makes my heart do the buhbump type o’ flutter (his dumbass makes me melt) so I hope you enjoy this as much as my brain enjoyed the dream.

Warnings: AHEM. SMUT… very VERY detailed smut ;)) Slight (fem pronouns, some adjectives) descriptors used, kinda Daddy kink? It’s only used a few times sooooo- but it’s HEAVILY implied.

Other than that, I’m sick and easily irritable, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Otherwise, hope you enjoy. (I don’t think it needs trigger warnings ((just Jay being rough)), but if you disagree lmk). Love y’all ❤️

(Updated A/N): RAAAAHHHH I AM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG- I’ve had a very rough last few days.

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Schlatt should’ve known better than to cave when Ted asked for him to bring her onto the podcast. She was a fellow streamer and they hadn’t decided whether their relationship was anything real or if it was just ‘for funsies’, as she put it.

Biting the inside of his cheek, he watched her image through discord as she answered questions here and there for Ted, while he just leaned back in his chair and his eye twitched.

“So, (Y/N)… Anyone special in your life?” Ted asks, a small smirk on his lips as his eyes flashed to Schlatt’s- Ted had his suspicions, but no substantial evidence to his assumptions.

“No, not really.” She hums softly, taking a sip from her energy drink- He could use that.

“Where’s the gamer supps, (Y/N)?” His tone was stern and it made her eyes do a little flutter- that Ted definitely didn’t miss.

“Did you check up your ass and to the left?” She is quick to quip back, despite her little tumble.

“No, but would you like me to check yours?” He has an eyebrow raised in subtle warning and Ted is all grins as a warm blush raises on her cheeks.

“In your dreams, pube-cheeks.” She hisses out, glaring through the camera.

“Wanna repeat that, sweetheart?”

“Am I missing something?” Ted interjects, but she quickly composed herself and she shook her head, while Schlatt recovered from his fuming at her comment.

“Not a thing, Teddy.” She hummed, batting her eyelashes at him. The subtle flirtatious gesture did nothing but stoke the fire set on Schlatt’s ass.

“Mmh, that right, Honey?” If she was at his house right now, he’d bend her over his desk, finger fuck her until she couldn’t see straight and make her beg for him to stop. A brief silence on her end and her eyes becoming hazy for a moment was a sign that she was slipping back into submission, just at the way he spoke.

“Th-that’s right.” She tried to confidently huff out, but her voice came out shaky as she stuttered on her words. The interaction went forgotten between Ted and Tucker, but Schlatt couldn’t help but smirk each time he noticed her looking at him and adjusting herself in her seat. Once the recording for the podcast was over, Schlatt gripped his phone firmly in his hand and dialed her number.

“Jay…” Her voice whined as she answered. He let out a soft ‘tsk’, clicking his tongue before replying.

“Now, now… Is that any way to answer the phone, Toots?” He teased, making a soft whimper sound through the speaker of his phone. Chuckling softly, he leaned back in his chair.

“I’m sorry…” She mumbles softly.

“Then why don’t you come over here and show me just how sorry you are, Pumpkin?” He hums warmly, the grumble in his voice making her rub her thighs together and let out a shaky breath.

“Yes Sir…”

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She doesn’t remember much of the drive to his house (obviously not, with so many distractions on her mind). Somehow, she became coherent enough to realize she was sitting in her car, staring at his house. Her heart raced in her chest, as it always did when he was involved. For the first time in a long, long time, someone made her feel special; made her want to dance in the rain, made her want to lay on a blanket and stare up at the stars. He made her want to do all of the stupid, cute shit you see in the cheesy romantic movies. He also made her melt, whether that be between her legs or her heart sat comfortably in her chest- she wanted to give him the world even though he already had it.

When she finally summoned the courage, she stepped out of her car and made her way towards his front door. Before she could even knock, the door is swung open and she’s pulled inside. The door is quickly slammed shut and she’s shoved against the wall, both hands pinned up by his right hand and his left hand resting comfortably around her throat. Her eyes closed and a smile spread across her lips at the feeling of his fingers pressed up against her soft skin.

“I don’t know what you’re smiling for, Toots.” He whispers in her ear, his mutton chops brushing against her cheek. “I never said I’d let you cum.”

“But, Jay…” She whines making him chuckle. Every sound she made and every expression that crossed her pretty little face made him fall more and more in love with her. He struggled to keep his composure for a moment, but then he lets out a soft tut.

“You made your bed, Honey… Now I’m gonna fuck you in mine.” He growls lowly, moving to quickly throw her over his shoulder. She lets out a soft squeal as he does this and she smacks his ass repeatedly as he walked towards his bedroom. She was giggling wildly as he trekked his way up the stairs and he felt his heart melt at the sound. He delivered a solid spank to her rear and she let out a soft sound somewhere between a yelp and a moan. Throwing her down on his bed, he crawled slowly and menacingly over her, his fingertips ghosting up the inside of her thighs.

“Not seeing anyone, hmm?” He asked, eyes glancing up at her as he leaned down to kiss her belly over her shirt.

“I- I’m-“ She stuttered out nervously, body trembling with every touch from him.

“What was that?” He played dumb, fingers moving further upwards and sneaking below her skirt.

“Jay I-“ She’s quickly cut off by a lewd whine when he presses his thumb firmly against her clit through her panties.

“Finish your sentence, Doll.” He hummed the demand as if it were the most simple thing to do in the world.

“P-please Jay…” She whines, hands reaching down to rush him, but the reply he growled made her retract her hands.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

“Yes Sir…” She mumbles and he slaps the inside of her thigh, making her repeat it more firmly to show that she understood. He pushed aside her panties and with a feather-lite touch, his fingers passed over her and he closed his eyes at the warmth while her juices already soaked his fingers. Her thighs subconsciously tried to close and as a result, he buried his teeth into her skin. She whined and thrashed beneath him as he sucked a warm, wet hickey on her inner thigh.

“You don’t seem to have such a problem with my pube-cheeks when they’re rubbing between your thighs.” He grumbled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her sensitive bud, making her mewl his name.

“Jay!” Her voice whined out, making a chuckle reverberate through his chest and the air rolled vibrations across her warm, pulsating center.

“Maybe I should call Teddy and let him hear who really makes you feel good.” He growled softly, biting the inside of her thigh.

“N-no!” She squeaked out, hands fisting into the sheets as he sucked a dark purple mark on her soft, pale skin.

“Why not? You thought it was so appropriate to flirt with him right in front of me. What? You tryin’ to make me jealous, Toots?” He hummed, eyes peering up at her. As soon as his eyes met hers from his place settled between her legs, she looked away in an attempt to hide her growing blush.

“No!” She snapped, but he could practically hear the deception in her tone.

“Surely you know better than to lie to me by now, Angel.” He spoke lowly, a growl settling in the back of his throat while he spoke. Her legs quaked and the blush on her face creeped down her neck as she slowly became more and more embarrassed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She huffed, a frown set across her lips. While she wasn’t looking, Schlatt used this opportunity to press his middle finger and his ring finger inside of her. Her facial expression twitched, but she tried to hold her guard.

“C’mon, Pumpkin… You can tell me.” He cooed, trying to coax the truth out of her by curling his fingers upwards, making her body jolt with a rush of pleasure that made her blood run hot and her heart rate jump.

“Jay… Please…” She begged softly, her legs twitching on either side of him as he continued to work his fingers.

“You make it hard to focus when you beg with such a pretty voice.” He hums, tongue flashing out to run across her pretty little flower while he worked his fingers.

“Nnhhg J-ay!” She mewled, her legs closing around his head.

“Mmh look at you, my pretty little angel… I bet Ted would just love to see your face.” The sound that came from the back of his throat when she tightened around him at the thought would’ve struck fear into the depths of her soul if it wasn’t for the amount of pure bliss coursing through her every cell. “Oh, so you like that idea, hmm? Like letting your dear, sweet Teddy know who you really belong to?” He hissed, biting down on her clit and ripping a scream from the back of her throat.

“Schlatt! Pl-please!” She had tears running down her cheeks by now as she thrashed under his hold. He was quick to wrap one of his arms under her thighs and yank her closer to him so his face is pressed so deeply into her that she couldn’t possibly escape.

“Who do you belong to?” He growled as he pulled his fingers from her and replaced them with his tongue.

“You, Jay! I’m all- yours!” She hiccuped out, choking on her tears.

“Louder.” He grunted into her, the vibration of his words making her legs shake and clench around his head, squeezing his cheeks.

“I belong to you…” She whispered, barely able to breathe with the sheer pleasure making her body stutter and attempt to silence her, but Schlatt would have none of that so he sucked her throbbing bud into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it as he sucked. “Daddy!”

That one word made him stop for a moment. He lifted his head just enough to stare seemingly through her soul. “What was that, Toots?” His voice was just a touch above a whisper and he held back a smirk, just staring at her. Whimpering, she shook her head as her cheeks grew an inflamed shade of red.

“N-nothing Jay.” She mumbles out, unable to make eye contact with him. He gave her absolutely soaked pussy a light slap in correction.

“None of that…” He grumbled as she whined and mewled in embarrassed pleasure beneath him. “Say it again.”

“No…” She whispered softly, rapidly shaking her head in vibrant insecurity. Growling, Jay lowered his head between her legs again in an attempt to hear the word tumble from her lips again. When he slipped his fingers into her, angling them upwards and started sucking on her clit again, her hips bucked up and pretty whines fell from her lips once more. “Please, please, oh god, please Jay, please! Please, Daddy!” She cried out and Schlatt was absolutely delighted with the arch of her back and the sound of her voice.

“That’s it… Good girl, good fucking girl.” He hummed into her and in a second her hands were buried in his hair as she twitched over and over again.

“More- I need- Nnghh-“ She choked out, tugging on his hair. Schlatt pulled away for a moment and leaned his head on her thigh, looking up at her with a dopey grin.

“What is it, Pumpkin? Tell me what you need.” He cooed, placing gentle kisses along her thigh. His sudden turn to gentle behavior made her heart melt and her composure break.

“Need you, Daddy. Need it so bad.” She whines out softly, her voice broken and desperate.

“Aww, is that right? Baby doll needs her Daddy’s cock? Hmm? Is that it?” He asked while gently massaging her hips with his hands and placing warm, wet kisses across her abdomen.

“Need your cum… Please, Jay… Please?” Her request made him grind his hips against the bed. A deep rooted groan leaves him and he completely abandoned her aching cunt. Her words, her voice, her desperation, sent him into a state of pure adrenaline driven lust. Sitting back on his heels, he shoved his joggers down, making his cock bob free. He gripped her hips and yanked her towards him, curling her legs up over his shoulders and laying his body against hers. Sliding his cock deep into her, a squeak of surprised pleasure leaves her and his body twitched, letting out a sigh of relief.

“You want me to make you a mommy? Hmm? Want me to fuck a baby into you so I can see you all round and gorgeous?” She couldn’t do anything but mewl for him with the position he placed her in. He was quick to piston his hips against hers, hand squeezing between them so that his thumb could brush over her clit in tight circles.

“Yes Daddy! Yes, yes!” She nearly screamed, back arching and body shaking. Schlatt used his free hand to gently wrap around her neck, applying pressure carefully to the sides. A dark chuckle leaves his lips when he watches her eyes roll back in her head.

“Hope you’re ready, Toots… I’m not stopping until you’re so full of my cum that there’s no way you’re not pregnant.” He hums, pulling his hand from her neck to slip two fingers into her mouth. He watched and his cock twitched as she looked up at him with those big, innocent blue eyes as she sucked on his fingers and attempted to muffle her moans around them.

“Then, when I’m done with your pussy, I’m going to plug you up and make you swallow my cock. How that sound, my little Angel?” She whines and her pussy tightens as she approaches the edge. He slowed his thrusts just enough to teeter her on the edge. “Tell me who you belong to.” He grunts out between slow thrusts.

“You, Jay, you… I’m all yours- I love you.” As soon as the words leave her mouth, his thrusts pick back up, along with the movement of his hand on her clit. His lips crashed to hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth to assert his dominance, as if it wasn’t already clear enough.

“Fuck, Darlin’, I’m gonna cum.” He grumbles against her lips, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Please, please, please, please.” She chanted, nails digging into his shoulders, sure to leave marks for the next day. With a growl mixed somewhere with a groan, he shoves his cock as deep inside of her as it would go and releases. The feeling of his cum painting her walls caused a chain reaction- tears streaming down her cheeks, illegible sobbing words, her pussy clamping down so hard it nearly suffocated him and then finally, her pussy squirting and covering over his lower half, her lower half and even the sheets in her juices.

“Oh fuck, Pumpkin.” He mumbles as he tries to catch his breath. A smirk slowly inches its way across his lips and his eyes turned into a devious storm. “You made quite the mess, tsk… Let’s see if you can do it again.”

[songmingisthighs]

Kitty Baby Princess

group : ateez

pairing : bf!mingi × reader

genre : smut, relationship

wc : 6.4 k

warning : possessive!mingi, unprotected sex (wrap it up to prevent an oopsie), slight voyeurism, panty giving, sniffing, and licking (literally one scene), sleazy-ish san making an appearance, switch!mingi, kinda rough sex ??, freaky shit, nasty language, cumming untouched, slight degradation ? (m receiving) I truly blame @byuntrash101 for turning me into this kind of a person. idk what to tag here anymore this fic is debauchery. lmk if i should add anymore warnings thanxx

a/n : THANK YOU @byuntrash101 FOR GIVING ME THIS IDEA FROM THIS >:D and ofc for letting me run with it <3 i hope you suffer as bad as me thanxx and i admit i kinda went overboard with this? but like... it's mingi ?? and i wanna do the original hc justice

a/n/n : i spent 7.5 hours on this mostly because i procrastinated bc it was 12.30 fucking am and it's 8.06 am rn i hath nawt slept yet. I hope this fic make sense tho, i hate to see this as a fail so pls lmk where i messed up

buy me coffee ?

Mingi was starting to think that inviting you to dinner was a bad idea.

It's not that he doesn't love having you around because God, he wished you'd just move in with him. It's not that you don't fit in with his friends because WooSan has made you an honorary dumbass trio which caused Seonghwa to pop a vein. And it's not because you didn't know how to dress up because you absolutely do. Which was the main reason anyways because Mingi kept eyeing you from the couch like a lion preparing to pounce on his prey but as much as he wanted to fuck you in the middle of the room, he didn't know if you'd be open to that.

So he sat by himself, biting his bottom lip while his eyes devoured your whole being. You, who were not even doing anything but stand near the dining area talking to San and Seonghwa with your short skirt and frilly sleeves. On one side, Mingi would like to do nothing but rip every bit of stupid fabric off of you in one tear because how dare they cover you up from his sight? But on the other side, he wanted to appreciate how pretty and delicate and absolutely ethereal you look in mundane clothing. When Mingi's tongue darted across his lips, he could almost imagine how you would taste and the sounds you would make. He had made you sit on his face so many times that the taste of you will forever be embedded in his tastebuds and mind. Just the thought of eating you out in that stupid, stupid skirt made him clench his jaws tightly.

Mingi might think that he's so slick, but in reality, you've been feeling his gaze on you since the moment you detached yourself from his lap and went over to talk to Seonghwa and San. Mingi is rather straightforward when it comes to you and what he wants (so technically you) and even when he wanted to play his feelings off, you knew him better than that. So the whole time you talked with San and Seonghwa, you have been intentionally striking poses that will allow Mingi to get a flash of your skimpy underwear or poses that will accentuate your figure be it your ass or boobs. Mingi, God bless him, loves you for whatever you had to offer him. When asked by Wooyoung whether he was an ass or boob man, Mingi literally said "I'm a (y/n) man," and you made sure to reward him that night by letting him overstimulate you to the point of crying and cockwarm you through the night and wake you up with a rough pounding. Safe to say that was the first time you said I love you to him (his was the first time you went down on him). Not to be a total attention whore, but you loved knowing that Mingi had his attention completely on you even when you two were not in close proximity. It was as if the two of you owned the world and the others were mere decorations.

When San and Seonghwa excused themselves to go get the delivery food that arrived in the middle of San telling you Wooyoung's latest prank attempt that almost resulted in their fridge almost breaking down, you made your way to your boyfriend whose smoulder melted into an adorable pout. You chuckled at the sight and let your body fell into his opened arms with your knees trapping his left thigh and your thigh that was between Mingi's legs rested so close to his crotch. Upon impact, Mingi immediately wrapped his arms around your body, resting his chin rest on your chest as he looked up at you, "Tell me why we can't bail this dinner and just hole ourselves in my room and fuck?" he whined, hands travelling under your skirt to cup your asscheeks in his big and warm hands. Your eyes widened at the sudden gesture and your head immediately shot to where San and Seonghwa were, making sure they didn't see you in such a position. Looking back at your boyfriend, your hand slapped his shoulder as his hands found their way inside your panties to caress the soft skin of the flesh he liked to spank during sex. "May I remind you that you invited me for DINNER and not sex?" you pointed out, lips threatening to curl into a smile at the feeling of Mingi oh so affectionately stroking your ass. Mingi groaned and buried his face between your chest, "You MAY remind me, doesn't mean I have to like it," he grumbled, suddenly biting on the inside of your clothed breast, forcing a yelp out of you.

Sometimes you wondered how you could be so soft for your giant hunk of a boyfriend. Sure, he's tall, muscular, big, and big, but he's your baby just as much as you are his, or maybe even more. You couldn't help but feel bad at his use of dejected voice and you really were planning on staying the night over anyways. So you decided to give him something to hold on to. Literally.

Looking at where Seonghwa and San were (still making sure that the restaurant got their order because your carnivore of a boyfriend and his roommates are very particular about their food) just in case, you pushed yourself slightly back which confused Mingi. He was about to ask what you were doing when you suddenly turned around so your ass was facing him and bent down. The sight of your panties got Mingi's jaw to drop and when you pull them down to reveal your bare cunt, Mingi's mouth immediately felt dry. With eyes glued to the folds where he usually buried his face, Mingi's tongue automatically slipped between his lips and he leaned forward to get a taste. Much to his disappointment, however, you grabbed your panties and turned around. "What are you doing?" you asked with a raised eyebrow. "What are YOU doing presenting yourself to me like that? Now come on, let me get a taste," he whined, grabbing your hips and flipping your skirt up to expose your bare cunt to his eyes. You let out a yelp of surprise when he got close to actually burying his face between your legs. Extreme measures had to be taken so you reached for his throat and pressed on his jugular enough that he choked slightly, allowing you to push him back against the couch, "You are not about to eat me out in the middle of the living room where your friends could see us, you hear me?" The way you sounded so serious and the pressure you put on his throat managed to make Mingi's head spin a little, loving how you took over. You retracted your hand to allow air back into Mingi's lungs, holding yourself back from mauling him from the way his eyes fluttered. You just know that he was getting so aroused.

While Mingi was distracted, you slipped your panties into his palm and leaned close as you heard Seonghwa and San walking back slowly with food. "Something for you to hold onto until after dinner," you said before giving him a soft peck on his cheek and retreating to help Seonghwa and San with the food. It took Mingi a couple of seconds to realize that you were no longer on top of him and just as he was about to be disappointed, he noticed your frilly panties in his hand and he perked up. His head snapped to look for you, giddiness evident in his eyes. You were taking the food out of the plastic bag when you noticed Mingi grinning widely at you, a sight that made you smile to yourself. That smile fell however when Mingi blatantly dangled your panties in front of his face for him to take a big whiff, making a whole show of fluttering his eyelids and rolling his eyes to the back of his head. Your face reddened immediately and you would've screamed had Seonghwa and San seen what Mingi did which thankfully they didn't because San had his back to Mingi and Seonghwa was in the kitchen.

Trying to be as discreet as you could, you gestured for Mingi to stop doing what he was doing but much to your dismay, the man spread your panties in his large hand and stuck his tongue out. You knew where that was going but when Mingi actually took a fat stripe on the spot that made contact with your pussy, your knees almost buckled and you were sure that your face was burning so hot, smoke should be coming out of your ears. It was a miracle San didn't realize what was happening.

Thankfully, Mingi immediately shoved the panties into his pants when Seonghwa called him out for dinner. Yes, he shoved it INSIDE his pants so that his cock wouldn't miss your cunt so much, or so he told you when he whispered directly into your ears as he pulled your chair like a gentleman. Gentleman my ass. What kind of gentleman shoved his hand inside your skirt as he made conversation with his dormmates? What kind of gentleman trace the slit of your pussy as he asked you how you were? What kind of a gentleman stuck one of his fingers between your folds when he pretended to reach over you to get a side dish? Freaky bastard. Nevertheless, the same bastard that made you clench your thighs as you silently hoped your arousal wouldn't stain the cushioned chair. It was bad enough that he was teasing you, but Seonghwa was sitting across him and San was across you, they could've easily seen what Mingi was doing and based on how you were biting your lips, they could've easily made an assumption on what was going on.

You decided that you might want to get some revenge on Mingi. The more he touched you under the table, the bigger your desire grew for him to have a taste of his own medicine. Your opportunity came when Seonghwa said he had prepared dessert for you after knowing that you would be joining them for dinner. Of course, as a polite guest, you offered to help him which means Mingi's hand had to momentarily part with your cunt. But of course, to tease you, Mingi stuck his slick-covered fingers into his mouth as he made eye contact with you, smirking when your eyes once again widened. This time, San noticed the interaction between you two, however, staring confusedly with an eyebrow raised but not saying anything, not even to point the behaviour out.

As you moved around the kitchen with Seonghwa, you made sure to sway your hips as sensually as you can, knowing that your boyfriend was staring at your ass the whole time. It wasn't like he was being subtle about it anyway, you saw how hard he was biting into his chopsticks, he could've bent them easily. Too focused on teasing your horny boyfriend, you almost forgot where you were and what you were doing and it made you clumsy as seen by how you accidentally dropped the spoon Seonghwa handed over to you before he reached for the plates in the cupboard. "Whoops!" you said, bending down to grab the utensils on the floor as you flash your boyfriend your bare, glistening cunt. The sight was enough to elicit a groan out of Mingi which was caught by San, thinking that his friend was hurting. But when San saw that Mingi was staring at something, he instinctively turned to look at what Mingi was looking at too which was a bad idea because he hadn't planned on seeing one of his best friends's girlfriend's pussy on full display. His eyes widened in shock and he so wanted to tear his eyes off but he couldn't, he couldn't even help but be affected, suddenly very aware of the fabric of his underwear that rubbed against his cock when he started shifting around in his seat.

"(y/n)?" San called out mindlessly, surprising you enough to the point that you immediately stood up and turned around. Mingi's daze was also broken when San called out to you and it didn't have to take a damn genius to deduct the fact that San totally saw your pussy, it was all over his face; the shame, the blush, and if you look closer, the way he started to uncomfortably tug on his pants. The three of you stayed in your positions, frozen, not knowing what to do or say while Seonghwa remained oblivious.

You were damn embarrassed to have been caught in that position, flaunting your princess parts (or so Mingi calls your pussy) to your boyfriend's dormmate. Despite it being an accident, the shame was still very much real. You couldn't even dare yourself to look up, not even when Seonghwa asked about the cake he bought. You managed to play it off as you inspected the cake, making up crap on the spot to justify your not looking him in the eyes as you talked to him. What were you supposed to do? You didn't know what to do if San was looking at you which he so totally was and Mingi witnessed all this. He saw how San was sneaking glances at you as his cheeks were tinted red. What caught Mingi's interest was that the blush and San's mannerisms didn't show shame, it didn't even show that he was sorry for even seeing you in such a state, heck, not even disturbance. It was the shade and mannerisms of a man who was appreciating someone in a sexual manner. Mingi didn't like that, Mingi didn't like that one bit. He had hoped that by putting a hand on your thigh San would stop his stare and obvious intrigue but of course, that did nothing.

"You know hyung, I think this cake is great, it's sweet but it's not so sweet," Mingi stated after having a spoonful of cake. "Oh? I think this cake is on the sweeter side," Seonghwa said, raising an eyebrow and trying another bite. Mingi shrugged as he finished his cake, "I don't think so because nothing is as sweet as my (y/n) here," he made a point of winking at you before staring at San in triumph. But much to his surprise, San didn't bat an eye, he wasn't threatened. Heck, he had a look of intrigue and knowing his friend, Mingi realized his mistake of calling you sweet. He was willing to bet his gaming setup that San was totally thinking about how your pussy must've tasted.

Luckily dinner came to an end rather quickly because Seonghwa had to rush out to deal with a Hongjoong emergency (aka Hongjoong had just started unpacking the last of his boxes after moving into the new dorm MONTHS after). There were four of you left alone in the dorm; you, Mingi, San, and damn awkward silence.

"Well," Mingi coughed as he grabbed his dishes from the table ever so slowly so he could get his brain to create some kind of excuse. San stood up while shaking his head furiously, "No, no, you... You leave the dishes to me, I'll take care of them tonight and you can take over my turn next time," San said, smiling to his friend though the smile didn't reach his eyes. Nor was it his usual smile, it seemed rather restricted. Surprised, Mingi blinked confusedly at San, "Uh... It's okay, I can-" "No, you should spend time with your girlfriend. Think of it as me doing you a favour," San cut him off, shifting his eyes at you who was already looking at him with wide eyes. For a moment, San was reminded of the image of your cunt to which he immediately shake his head to erase the image from his head as if he was an etch-a-sketch. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't quick enough as Mingi caught the look on San's face and he could feel his blood boil, hating the idea of his friend thinking about his baby's princess parts.

Abruptly, Mingi tugged your arm to stand up, "Thank man, I'll be sure to do you a favour next time," he smiled curtly, wanting to leave the dining area immediately to get some damn privacy. San wasn't surprised that Mingi acted as such because the behaviour was very much similar to the time Wooyoung talked about your tits after a trip to the waterpark. San was just hoping that Mingi wouldn't superglue his mouse to his mousepad before an important game.

Figuring that you were in the clear, you moved to follow Mingi, bidding San a good night and telling him that you had a good time out of sheer politeness. Seeing as you were interacting with him again, San stopped you by calling you, making you turn around while your boyfriend waited by the hallway that led to his room. "I-I," San had to clear his throat, acknowledging that what he wanted to say was rather embarrassing. But he swallowed his shyness and just gave you a smile, "I-I'm sorry for what happened earlier, I didn't mean to look at..." He trailed off as he gestured to your body awkwardly. While you were mortified that he brought up the topic again, you were glad that he didn't explicitly said what he did. Thinking that the situation had passed anyway, you smiled back and shook your head, "No worries San, it was an honest mistake," you assured him.

"For what it's worth," Just as you were about to join your boyfriend, San made you halt your steps once again. You tilted your head slightly which made Mingi feel irked because you were paying his friend too much attention for his liking especially considering the fact that the particular friend had seen something he shouldn't and that Mingi was needy. "You had nothing to be ashamed about, you have a very pretty... Kitty..." San said, not realizing that he had glanced lower at your body and even let his tongue dart out slightly to lick his bottom lip before looking at you straight in the eyes again, "Mingi is indeed a very lucky guy just as we all have said. But tonight I got a confirmation."

You couldn't even answer San when Mingi pulled you into his arms and shielded you away from his apparently sleazy-adjacent friend, "Thanks man but she knows I'm so lucky to have her," he said through gritted teeth. Now he's absolutely pissed.

In a flash, you were tossed onto the bed in Mingi's room. Your body bounced slightly and while you were still in a daze of surprise, Mingi crawled on top of you. "How fucking dare you," he growled, diving down to capture your lips in a desperate kiss. You yelped slightly when Mingi shoved his tongue in your mouth out of the blue. Though he looked pissed because his face looked pissed and he's 6 ft tall with the proclivity to wear anything and everything dark, his kiss showed his real emotion. "Does he not think I already know that I'm so lucky you let me love you?" he whimpered into your mouth when your hands grabbed the hair on the back of his head. "Baby, you know how much I appreciate you for letting me love you, right?" he asked as he pulled away. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his reddened pouty lips and hazy eyes looking at you, seeking for your approval. You lifted your body slightly with one arm as the other went to cup his chin between your thumb and index finger, letting your thumb swipe his puffy bottom lip that was glistening in your mixed spit, "Of course baby. You're my Minnie Minnie Mingi, you're the only man I allow to touch me however you want," you then leaned closer to blow directly to his ear, making him visibly shudder, "You're the only man I allow anywhere near my princess parts," when you bit down to his ear lobe, Mingi's arms buckled slightly and his eyes rolled to the back of his head while his cock strained against his pants.

You pulled back slightly and pouted at him, "And... Didn't you say you wanted to have a taste of me?" you batted your lashes at him. That absolutely wrecked Mingi's resolve because in one swift movement, he had pushed you all the way to his headboard while opening your legs widely. When Mingi was face to face with your glistening, pulsating cunt, he couldn't help but stare at it while biting his bottom lip, momentarily appreciating it in all its glory. While it technically was rather embarrassing to have your pussy be stared at like that, it was a regular occurrence for you and you knew you had nothing to be ashamed or shy about. How can you? Mingi worshipped the ground you walk on and it made you feel like a goddess. "Still so fucking wet for me," he said to himself as he swiped two of his fingers on the mess of the wetness. Due to not wearing panties and rubbing your legs together the whole night, your arousal was spread everywhere. While Mingi was very possessive of you, oftentimes saying how he didn't want to waste a single drop of your princess nectar, the sight of the glistening even glittering mess was a sight to behold to him.

"Fuck baby, how can your pussy look and taste even more delicious than that damn cake?" was the last thing Mingi said before he attached his lips to your cunt, eliciting a gasp from you.

Mingi took his time eating you out, truly devouring you whole and enjoying every single second of it. To say that Mingi was obsessed with your pussy was an understatement. It seemed like he knew your body better than yours because he understood what every tic, squirm, moan, and arch of the back meant. He knew that you loved how he use his tongue to trace shapes on you and rather than simply flick and nibble on your clit, you love how he use his nose to bump into it. You had even joked that you knew that Mingi was perfect for you due to his pointy nose. No matter how much you love him bumping his nose on your clit, it can't beat how much he absolutely go batshit crazy when you use his nose to get off when you sit on his face. Just the thought got him grinding his hips on the bed. Seeing this, you grabbed Mingi's hair and pulled his face back, causing him to whine. "Did you just hump your bed? I thought I was the only thing your cock wants to make contact with?" you huffed, pouting at him though only meaning it half-heartedly. Mingi shook his head slightly to loosen your grip on his hair before he leaned his head on the junction of your thigh, peppering kisses on the outer lip of your pussy. "Sorry, I can't help but imagine fucking this pussy... My baby's pussy... My baby's pretty pretty pussy," he moaned before engulfing your cunt once more. Though his mouth was busy pleasuring you, his eyes never left your face. He loved the way your face contorted into pleasure when his tongue breached your hole to gather your slick and push it up to your clit as a lubricant so his nose could move more seamlessly. The intensity of your reaction was what got him excited but the knowledge that he was the one who was doing those things to you was what got him addicted. The best part for Mingi though was when you grabbed his hair to fuck yourself on his face. Your hips went wild to chase the kind of pleasure only he could give. When you use him like that, Mingi feels like he is nothing but a toy you used to get off and he feels honoured above anything else.

Just as Mingi was enjoying the feeling of your arousal down his chin while his tongue was fucking you, your hips stopped moving. Mingi was too into his headspace that he initially didn't notice your halted movements, in fact, his mouth only moved on its own automatically, lapping your juice as he flicked, nibbled, and nudged on the sensitive nub. "Baby," you whined out loud, forcing Mingi to slip out of his headspace momentarily to reply with a low hum as his tongue was busy gathering every last drop of you. "I don't wanna cum on your tongue tonight, I wanna cum on your fat cock. I wanna cum while I ride you," you whined, bordering on begging.

Hearing that you wanted to ride him, Mingi pulled away from your cunt with a smirk, "Oh? My princess wants to ride me using her... What did San called it? Your kitty?" he chuckled mockingly. You whined and kicked your legs slightly, embarrassed that he used such language at you and especially using his friend's words on you. Slowly, erotically, Mingi climbed over your body whilst slowly pulling your top off and shoving it down your waist, "If I feed the kitty my cock, will it purr?" he asked as he leaned down to suck a mark in the middle of your chest. "Can the kitty even take my cock, baby? Can my baby's kitty princess part take my load when I cum inside?" you looked down to see his lips wrapped around your right nipple, "Remember when we had sex the first time? Remember how your pussy can't take me? I barely hung onto my sanity that time because I wanted to make you mine but I had to be gentle. I don't think I can be gentle this time," he pouted, leaving your nipple to leave a string of his spit that later dripped down your stomach. Wanting his cock inside you immediately, you nodded frantically, "Yes! Yes! My pussy is already perfectly moulded to take you, Mingi, please, I will ride you so good, I want your cum in me," your hands were wrapped around his neck tightly as you tried to ground up to his hips, wanting to feel his cock on you immediately.

Luckily Mingi couldn't say no to you especially when you became that whiny for him. It was endearing, really.

With steady hands, Mingi flipped you both over so you were straddling his hips. You leaned back on your arms to stare at the bulge straining against its confines between Mingi's legs with a twinkle in your eyes. You knew what was under his trousers, you've seen it multiple times but it never gets old; the excitement of seeing it strain and then pop up like jack-in-a-box. Well, in Mingi's case, it's jacking into a cunt. But it works. Whenever you are presented with the opportunity to undress Mingi, it always feels like opening a present because it actually feels like a present. How can it not? It's only for you and you get to play with it Mingi always lets you take your time with him as he gets to experience the joy of seeing you thrilled just from seeing him.

Slowly, you unbuttoned his pants and when you unzipped his pants, pulling them down just past the midsection of his thick thighs without bothering to take them off completely, you were shocked to see your panties still there. "Mingi!" you exclaimed as you pulled the frilly, flimsy garment like a magician because as soon as the panty was pulled, Mingi's cock popped up tall, spurting some precum on your thigh. Scratch that, soiled frilly, flimsy garment. Your eyes were wide in surprise and wonder, fascinated with how much cum there actually was and excited with the thought that the same amount of cum would be inside you momentarily. Perhaps more.

Mingi looked away in embarrassment when you showed him your panties, completely forgetting that it was there in the first place. With his arms crossed on his still-clothed chest, Mingi pouted and mumbled out an explanation. "It was all your fault for giving me your panties and letting me play with your pussy during dinner, and then to make shit worse, you flashed me your entire pussy when you know I want to bury myself in it 24/7. That's why I came," his cheeks were red which showcased his embarrassment even more but you couldn't understand why he would be embarrassed for cumming from his own girlfriend's teasing. So you cooed at him as you reached to cup his face, urging him to face you, "Aww, baby you don't need to be embarrassed for cumming in your pants like that. I find it absolutely adorable and it's a great ego boost to know that you were so affected by me," you said as you peppered kisses down his jaw. Mingi's embarrassment slowly faded when you told him you liked how affected he was by you. "Really?" he asked, looking at you who were now trailing kisses up his toned stomach as you pulled his shirt off. Nodding, you didn't let your lips stop their path up to Mingi's nipples, "Of course, sweetie. How can I not love the thought of my baby so infatuated by me?" you smiled against his skin.

All of a sudden, Mingi pulled you up so your face was right in front of his. Inhaling the scent of you sharply, Mingi let out a shuddered exhale before speaking out, "Well, you need to remember that this baby needs to have his cock impaling your pussy, so please, please, pretty please fuck yourself on me."

Finally, after so many back and forth between you two, you moved to position your opening above Mingi's awaiting cock after giving him a soft peck on his lips. You knew Mingi loved seeing himself fill you up and you can't disappoint him so you leaned back and opened your legs to hug his hips perfectly with his tip pressing on your cunt. The heavy tip already provided a thrilling stimulation that got you biting back a squeal. Without warning, you lowered your hips so that Mingi's cock would enter you slowly. Mingi was watching how his cock filled you up very closely with his jaw hanging open due to the warmth your cunt provided. His hand reached to part your pussy lips apart so he could see better, not realizing that you had thrown your head back from the additional pressure he accidentally gave to your pussy. "F-fuck," you whimpered, thighs trembling as you finally got all of Mingi inside you. Even after having sex with him (or the more often making love sessions), you still needed time to adjust to him first before actually jumping into action. Mingi hated seeing you struggle no matter what came after that, so to help you, he gently stroked your thighs with his large and warm hands, "I'm sorry that I'm too big," he pouted. To some, it might sound like a brag, but it truly wasn't and thankfully you knew that.

Copying his expression, you pushed yourself to wrap your arms around Mingi's neck loosely and gave him a small smile, "Why are you apologizing? I love your big, fat cock that got me drooling just from the thought of it," you gave an experimental movement by pulling your hips up to see how he would feel only to find nothing but pleasure that was accompanied by a slight pressure. "I love how you could fill me up for days with your stupid extra large cock," you lowered yourself again until your hips met again and Mingi moaned loudly as he threw his head back, "F-fuck yes! My cock is stupid! It's so so stupid for filling you up so good." Tilting your head to the side, you brought Mingi's face back to yours again, "But do you know what I love most about you?" Somehow Mingi managed to look both sexy and innocent when he shook his head, wanting to hear your answer so obediently. "I love the feeling of your cum being dumped inside me because that's how you truly make me yours, you left a part of you in me and I love it beyond anything else."

At the first roll of your hips, Mingi grunted and let his head fall on your shoulder, wanting to keep you close. But you had another plan which involved him laying on his back on the bed. So you pushed him down by his chest which earned you a whine from the giant of a man but you immediately pressed a finger on his lips, "I'm in charge now and I want you lying there on your back looking pretty while I use your dumb cock." Mingi would've protested had it not for the way you started fucking yourself on his cock with your knees trapping his hips as an anchor for your movements. Sure, Mingi loved fucking you into his bed or making love to you under his sheet on a rainy morning, but this? You taking control over him while being on top? It makes him feel like a king while still being doted on. "You love riding your lover, don't you?" Mingi teased as he moaned, loving how tight you were gripping him. "I do, baby, I so fucking do!" It didn't come as a surprise that you let out a loud moan. You both were very vocal in bed what with Mingi's tease and begs and the praises you gave your boyfriend.

What you didn't take into account was the fact that the door to Mingi's room was never closed. So it shouldn't come as a surprise when San walked past the room only to halt in his tracks, getting the second surprise of the day. San felt like he should say something, but considering how you reacted to him seeing your pussy, San felt like he had to tread carefully. How? No clue, eyes busy looking, brain malfunctioning.

You were so caught up with bouncing on top of Mingi to take notice of your guest. Your whole sense was filled with Mingi and it was just so addicting. On the other hand, Mingi noticed San as soon as the man walked by, having the advantage of facing the doorway. While Mingi as a boyfriend is the type to get jealous and very possessive if he found anyone eyeing what is his, Mingi as a lover has no problem reminding people who you belong to, what it takes to satisfy you, and who was the only person who could do it. Mingi couldn't help but think that it was the perfect opportunity to send a message to San. So he sat himself straight and pulled your body close to his so your chests were pressing together. The sudden movement made Mingi's cock hit a different spot in you, the spot that had you squealing Mingi's name as the muscles of your thighs constrict,

"Aww poor baby, let me take over for you, love," he said sweetly to your ear as he eyed San carefully. San should've run to his room, put on his headphones and blasted something loud but he couldn't, he couldn't stop looking at how his best friend's body was tangled with his lover so intricately, so intimately.

Mingi simply wrapped an arm around your shoulders as the other was anchored on his side while his feet spread slightly and were planted firmly. The way Mingi began thrusting into you was something you couldn't replicate. His pace was fast but his movement was precise, it was rather animalistic and painfully addicting. Your head lolled to rest on the side of his neck as your arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders, moans spilling out of your mouth incoherently. "Tell me baby, who's making you feel this good?" Mingi asked, eyes maintaining contact with San's, "You! You! You, Mingi! You!" you moaned whimpering when he managed to find your g-spot, causing your legs to snap shut which signalled Mingi that that's where he should be hitting. With precision, Mingi started hitting your g-spot continuously without his speed ever faltering. "Louder! I want everyone to know who you belong to! Who your pussy belongs to!" Mingi smirked when he saw San's eyes widen. "You, Song Mingi! You're the only person w-who- Ah! Who ca-can fuck me l-like this! My body, my pussy, belongs to you, my love, I belong to you!" you cried out pathetically, completely oblivious to the fact that San was listening in the whole time.

It didn't take long for either of you to reach your climax what with being sensitive and having to hold off sex since dinner. You were still sensitive from the way Mingi ate you out so when Mingi began thrusting into you at a bruising strength, you found yourself biting down on Mingi's shoulder, ensuring that a mark would be left behind there. The impact from your bite sent Mingi reeling, with his hips halfway into a thrust, his thighs shook as his ass clenched, cumming hard inside you, painting your insides with his seed. "That's it baby, make me yours. Fill me up so I'm filled with nothing but you," you babbled as your hand reached to stroke Mingis's hair. Mingi's thighs were still trembling slightly as he emptied himself inside of you but at least he was seated down and his body was able to relax slightly, leaning his own head on yours as his grip on your waist remained. The moment felt so intimate that San scurried away to hole himself up in his room. Mingi could only imagine that San was jacking off to him and you fucking, San should only be so lucky to have witnessed not only Mingi's treasure (your cunt) but also the way Mingi made his claim on you.

As you both came down from your high, you remained in your position, not wanting to be separated just yet as you find the other very comforting. Mingi was stroking the skin of your lower back with his eyes closed, enjoying the praises you whispered to him whilst peppering kisses on the skin of his shoulder.

He was content then, being in his own space with the love of his life.

Especially after letting someone who crossed a boundary witness Mingi claiming what is his. Not that Mingi would mind teaching him another lesson.

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[pinkyyoshi]

Saving all my love for you♡︎(CHAPTER ONE)

simon “Ghost“ Riley x Reader

18+!ANGST

Syn: Reader grew up as a hopeless romantic, always seeing the brighter side of things and always getting her heart broken. She finds herself falling in love with a man who happens to already be taken and ends up in a fucked up situation.

CW: Self-harm, manipulation, arguing, ANGST ANGST ANGST, profanity, cheating, mommy-issues, drug-use, SA(NOT BY GHOST!)

A/N: Thank you for tapping in. Welcome to the first offical chapter to my first ff! I appreciate all criticism, I actually encourage it so lmk guys!! If you haven’t read the prologue, you might wanna do that for better context also forgot to mention that readers’ alias is “Sage“ but nonetheless enjoy the very first chapter and I'm gonna try and update as fast as I can everyday!! Here we goミ★

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“So it’s not much of a secret. You two are deffo fucking.” Gaz wiggles his eyebrow, elbowing her side and Soap puts a hand over his mouth to hide the cheeky smile plastered on his face. You weren’t in the room yet, just right outside, and you can hear how sweet the sound of her laugh is. The sound of her nervous voice and her giggles. Oh so she hangs out with the task force now? Should stay in her lane, you think to yourself before pinching the bridge of your nose and sighing.

“What am I thinking? I have no reason to be jealous. God I’m such a loser…” You mumble to yourself, earning a pat on your back from your captain who was just entering the room himself.

“Mornin’ sergeant, let’s go”

As the two of you enter the room, you can feel the stares from Gaz, Soap, and Chel on you. Oh that’s right, her name is Chel. It must’ve slipped your mind, but I guess seeing her face made you remember. Hard to forget really…

Knock it off Sage! She’s innocent!

God my palms are sweaty. Just sit down, you see these guys everyday so why is your stomach churning? Must be the morning sickness…wait morning sickness?! You’re on the pill dumbass. Maybe this is morning Guilt...Or maybe-

“Mornin’ Sage!” Soap and Gaz peers at you while Chel just gives you a shy smile before getting up from her seat. And dismissing herself

“Looks like you guys are getting started. Better get back to my patient, she’s probably waking up by now!” She giggles, covering her mouth. She does it so gracefully, like a mermaid or some shit. Almost sickens you, it’s annoying…no it’s not. I’m just being a green-eyed cat.

The men all wave her off as she walks out of the room. You sigh, and lean on the table with your cheek in the palm of your hand. Facing Simon is gonna be so painful today. Well it’s really painful everyday, you think to yourself with another sigh. It has been ever since we started whatever we have. I remember the first night we got together…

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The sounds of wet kisses and ruffled up fabric, whether it was your guys’ clothes or the sheets, are the only things to be heard in the room. He unbuckles his pants without his rough lips leaving your smooth ones.

You place a hand in his chest, in an attempt to reluctantly push him away. It was highly unprofessional for the two of you to be doing this anyways. “Sir…we shouldn't, we could get in big trouble if anyone saw us like this.” You blush trying to hide the obvious tint in your cheeks

“Well then love…it’s a good thing we’re at my place, in my dark locked room, curtains closed, just the two of us away from base…alone” He whispers the last part, closely in your ears nibbling on your earlobe, earning a giggle out of you.

‘Okay’ is all that you mouth, and immediately go back in.

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You remember it like it was yesterday, though it was…almost a year ago. It was actually around the time that Chel started at this base. On that mission… December 14th. Simon taking a bullet for you might’ve been the worst decision he ever made. Because that single bullet landed him in the hospital where he had met Chel and forgotten all about you, made you sick to your stomach.

You let out a sigh, and slouch back into your chair, earning devious looks from the other men in the room around watching you.

“Ey! What’s got you all down in the dumps?” soap, making his way over to sit next to you asks in a curious tone. He leans back in his chair, placing a hand on your thigh. You just can’t help but let out another sigh, blowing raspberries while you’re at it. Just then, Simon walks in ready for the meeting to start,on time like always, but you’re too down in the dumps to notice him.

“Lemme guess. Trouble in Paradise yeh?” Gaz snorts, taking a sip of his overly sweet coffee.

“Yer boyfriend not treating you right?” Soap wriggles his eyebrows

“Woah-ho-ho! Boyfriend?! Since when?” Gaz exclaims. Not sure why he’s so surprised. I mean it’s not like I can tell him that Simon is really my boyfriend. Wait- can I even call him that? This is some evil shit I’m in. Poor Chel. I’m such a piece of shit, seriously. But I guess-

“Eyyyy! LT’! You just sneak in here? We were just talking abou’ Sage’s boyfriend!” Soap blurts out. Is he serious? This shit is SO awkward! When did Simon even get in here! Must’ve been too delirious to notice.

You shuffle your feet under the table, looking down to your lap seeing that Johnny’s hand still grips your thigh.

“The Bloke’s been mistreating our girl. Rough” Gaz snorts, patting your back, accidentally spilling a drop on Johnny’ shoulder while he’s at it

“Tha' Right?” Simon subtly squints his eyes at Johnny's hand on your thigh. You’re too annoyed to notice. At this point you’re so fed up. When is the briefing gonna start? Is it hot in here or am I the only one because everyone else seems to be alright. Get out of your head Sage! Out!

You start to feel your palms sweat. Is this really morning guilt!? Too in your head to realize that the meeting has started. You knew it was gonna be a long day.

Nonetheless, the meeting goes by smoothly, just going over the agenda and then getting on to do your own things. Luckily, you had business with Price all the way across base, so you were basically away from Simon all day, which left you to focus on more important things, and before you knew it, the day was over.

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The drive home was quiet and gloomy, the white noise was deafening honestly and the fog that surrounded your car made it hard to see. It was that time of the year, it was getting colder and darker. Nights like these were when you really wanted someone to hold. Didn’t even feel like turning on the radio, didn’t even feel like crying. Just thinking to yourself. Thinking that maybe a quick pit stop wouldn’t hurt and surely Katy wouldn’t mind any guests.

By the way, Katy’s my best friend, she’s a fashion designer for a local record label so she’s always in that scene. Hanging around those cool small bands and stuff.

You ran to the liquor store real quick, just a couple of blocks away from Katy’s house, and just as you were walking up to the counter, you saw her.

She seemed to have been purchasing condoms or something, the thought made you sad. You already know who those are for. She bags up her items and turns around on her heel to exit until she sees you with a gloomy look on your face.

She gasps “Oh! Sage..? That’s your name right? Didn’t think I’d bump into you here. WHat are you doing? It’s so late out” she chuckles and smiles at you brightly.

God you felt sick. If only she knew the stuff that you did behind her back, she’d hate you. Her smile is just so pure and unknowing. The type of smile that makes you wanna stop sneaking around.

“Hehe…yeah it’s Sage. Just uhm…getting some drinks. Getting ready to head over to my friend y’know” You laugh nervously, placing the pack of beer on the counter.

She smiles and pats your shoulder. “Well be careful with all of that. I’ll be seeing you around. Bye bye!” She exclaims and walks off to her car.

The drive over to Katy’s house had your ears ringing. That might’ve been a wake up call. She’s just so nice and friendly. If you weren’t so guilty, the two of you could’ve actually been good friends. Alright then it’s decided.

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“Sooo...Your ultimate plan is to just ignore him..?” Katy squints her eyes at you all concerned.

“Yeah! I mean it should be easy. I’ll use Chel as motivation, maybe I can even become friends with her!”

Katy sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose like this bitch can’t be serious. Ever since you told Katy about your little fling, she’s been viewing you differently. Of course she’ll always love you but she acknowledges that what you’re doing is just morally wrong. So wrong. She just sighs and looks at you with a defeated look.

“Welp. If that’s what you think. Love always wins though. Because I mean...you can’t just ignore him forever. You work with the man. He’s your higher up for fucks sake!” she pauses and shakes her head “If you don’t formally break things off with him, things aren’t gonna end up like how you want them to.” Katy bites her inner cheek, before getting up to get a glass of water and you’re left, sat there on the carpeted floor of her living room, letting her words replay over and over again in your head.

They rung in your ears for hours and hours, even after you got home, laid awake in your comforter. The dark room brings negativity to your thoughts and before you knew it, you were crying hard, just bawling your eyes out. You didn’t know what to do, you felt like you were stuck, but you love him so much, it’s gonna be so hard to let him go.

Katy also said something that kind of made you feel better, “You know, It’s his fault too. At the end of the day, He’s the border between the two of you women. He’s leading both of you on and that’s not okay.”

She was right of course, but you have to take at least some accountability. All of this shit was just stressing you out. Suddenly your phone lights up on your nightstand, lighting up the entire room.

Lt.: Hey it’s Simon, can you talk right now?

To be continued...

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[water-to-drink]

My Love Language is Kiss My Ass

(Pairing): Wanderer x gn!reader

(Summary): There is someone for everybody who will match some of your eccentricities, you and Wanderer just so happen to share your tendency to curse, a lot

(Warning): Cursing, like a lot (the title gives y’all the warning), the cursing is meant to be playful and not malicious, if I missed something lmk

(A/n): This has been sitting in my drafts for months and I feel so proud of myself for finishing it

♥︎ • ──────── ♡ ──────── • ♥︎

“Kiss my ass you small dick motherfucker!!”

♡ This is how most of your interactions with Wanderer are, hurling insults and the most vulgar phrases the two of you would think of

♡ To another person overhearing your “conversations” they would think you and him were actually having an argument that quickly escalated into flinging curses at each other, but that’s how you two show your love (in a sense)

♡ What people don’t see is the slightly playful hint in your tone and smirk tugging on Wanderer’s lips

♡ It’s often mistaken that you two hate each other, so much so that someone you had animosity heard Wanderer cursing under his breath as you walked away. They went up to him and agreed with him thinking he felt the same way they did about you

♡ Needless to say, Wanderer tore them a new asshole (figuratively and almost literally)

♡ No one insults the love of his life, damnit!

♡ On the outside the two of you are like chocolate and potato chips, a combination in theory sounds disgusting, but in execution are great together

♡ The constant hurling of curses are somewhat like a inside joke between the two of you and you both know when to stop if you feel that the playful tone is slowly replaced with a more hostile one

♡ Wanderer calls you a dumbass in the most affectionate way possible for him and with all the love he has for you

♡ But, if he’s feeling a bit nicer then he’ll opt to call you a dummy with your face turned away from him not to make sure you don’t see the blush creeping on his cheeks and the look of adoration he holds, nope

♡ This is what a translated conversation between you and Wanderer is like:

“What the fuck are you doing, dumbass?”

Hey honey, are you sure you want to do that, it looks a bit dangerous

“Suck my dick!!”

Thank you for your concern but I got this

“Shut up you burnt ass bitch!”

I just want to make sure you’re doing okay

“Calling me a burnt bitch when you walking out here with your coconut head ass haircut!”

I love you, you mean the world to me

[skzfictions]

Take The Blame (Lee Felix Fic)

Summary: After a food fight breaks out between you and his friends, Lee Felix, the most popular guy at your arts academy, wants to know the truth about why you took the blame when you weren't even the one who started it, but you have no intentions on telling him the truth about why you did.

Genre: Nonidol! AU, Academy! AU, Fluff, Comfort, Cooking Class, Closed-off Reader, Reader is kinda mean to Felix at first, Felix wants to open Reader's heart ❤️

♡Pairing: Lee Felix X GN! Reader

Words: 7K

Warnings: mentions of food, mentions of bullying

Lmk if there's anything else

A/N: Felix likes baking, I like baking, and that's how this short story came about. If you like this story, lmk. Reblogs are always appreciated 🙏 Thanks~~<3

"Why did you take the blame for starting the food fight in class earlier today?"

At the unexpected sound of the familiar deep voice that suddenly piped up from behind you, you whipped your head around, but once you saw who it was, you quickly turned back around and went back to what you were originally doing which was scrubbing down one of the dirty kitchen counters of your Home Economics classroom.

“What are you doing here?” you grumbled out in a surly manner, before grimacing at the sound of your shaky voice. You really hated how pathetic you sounded, but you couldn’t help it. After what had happened earlier that day in class, you were in a pissy mood, and your eyes were filled to the brim with hot tears that threatened to spill over and down your cheeks if you so much as blinked. 

With all that in mind, you really didn't want to see his face at the moment and you definitely didn't want to cry in front of him, so you kept your eyes focused on what you were doing. 

Honestly, you wished he would just go away, but he seemed to have other plans. 

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that question?" You heard him ask as you continued scrubbing the counter, albeit with a little more force than necessary but that's just how upset you were. You heard him continue. "What are you doing here? You weren't even the one who started the fight, so why did you take the blame?" 

"Just go away, Felix," you griped, not wanting to deal with your persistent classmate, but again, he had other plans. 

"No," he refuted, much to your annoyance. "You've been telling me and my friends to 'go away' since day one. Now you're here, by yourself, crying over something you didn't even do that was our fault? So, why?"

You didn't answer him. You thought that maybe if you didn't respond and left him talking to himself then maybe he would take the hint and leave but you should've known better. This was the ever persistent Lee Felix, after all. 

"I mean, that's a bit masochistic of you, don't you think?" you heard him continue before he paused as a new thought seemed to come to him. "Wait! That's it, isn't it? Are you a masochist, y/n?"

You rolled your eyes, irritated by his idiotic question which caused your sarcastic side to come out. 

"You know what? You're right. I'm a masochist," you replied, callously, momentarily stopping to glare at him who was standing in the doorway of the classroom, before going back to finish scrubbing the counter that was now almost polished sparkling clean due to you using so much force. "I like to torture myself by taking the blame for pretty-faced, dumbass boys like you, even for things I didn't even do." 

Once you finished scrubbing the counter, you turned to face him. "Are you happy now? Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Your classmate, Felix, who was still standing in the doorway, now blinked big, innocent-looking eyes at you that actually almost made you feel guilty for being so hostile towards him even though he deserved it. 

"No," he answered, more soberly now. "Not if it's not true, which I don't think it is..."

You rolled your eyes again, not bothering to reply to his comment, and went back to cleaning. You moved to the next counter that was covered in some questionable brown gunk and sprayed it with cleaner before scrubbing it down, but as you did so, you felt Felix's eyes watching your every move from his position in the doorway. 

You seriously hoped he would just give up and  leave if you continued to ignore him, but after a few minutes of feeling his eyes watching your every move as you moved around the classroom cleaning, annoyed, you finally decided to address him.

"Uh…are you just going to stand there and stare at me all day?" You asked, annoyed by his presence. 

"Yes," he said, frankly, with a shrug of his shoulders. "I will until you tell me the truth." 

You winced at him before turning back to scrub yet another dirty counter. There was dried food scum all over it thanks to the food fight that happened earlier that day in class. 

"You must have a lot of free time," you grumbled out while scrubbing furiously. 

"Today I do," you heard him respond. "I would've been busy all afternoon cleaning our Home Ec room, but a certain someone took care of that by taking the blame for a food fight they didn't even start, so…"

As he trailed in his sentence, you knew that his extra emphasis on the word "someone" was referring to you but you ignored it.

"Fine," you said as you continued to clean. "Stare all you want. I don't care."

As far as you were concerned, he could stare all day until his eyes fell out of their sockets. He still wasn't getting a peep out of you. 

But you were surprised when he suddenly entered the classroom and sat himself down in a chair at one of the clean counters you had already scrubbed. You watched in surprise as he made himself comfortable and did just as you said; however, you continued to ignore him as you went back to cleaning while he quietly watched you from across the room, but he must have gotten a little bored because he eventually took out his phone and started tinkering with it. 

You had to admit, your yellow-haired classmate sure was stubborn, but you could be just as stubborn, so you refused to engage with him as you just moved around the food infested classroom, cleaning it spotless but even then, he still didn't leave. In fact, he even pulled out some homework, eventually. 

You couldn't believe he was actually sticking around. You had been kind of joking when you told him that he could sit and stare for as long as he wanted but you didn't think he would really do it.

Regardless, you were so engrossed in cleaning, and he had been so quiet the entire time you did so, that you barely heard him when he did finally speak up. In fact, you didn't even realize that it was you he was talking to until you looked up at him and saw him staring at you with those big innocent eyes again.

"Do you know?" He asked you now. 

You didn't. 

"What?" you questioned unsurely. You didn't even know what he was talking about. 

He then glanced down at the paper in front of him. 

"It's question number five of our homework," he explained before reading the question. "Which term describes the process by which gluten absorbs moisture and becomes firmer?" 

He then looked back at you again. "Do you know?"

You blinked at him, a little stupefied by his question but still answered. "Uh...that's coagulation…" 

Instantly, Felix's face lit up. "Ah, right! I forgot about that." You watched as he turned his attention back to his homework and scribbled down something on his paper.

You, on the other hand, just shook your head, still irritated by his presence and now even more irritated by his lack of understanding of the basics of baking. 

And yet this is the same guy who got a better grade on his baking dish than I did, you thought with contempt for your blond classmate. 

"Dumbass," you muttered under your breath, but through the silence of the classroom, Felix must have heard your ridicule of him because you heard him snap his tongue in response. 

"Y/N, why do you hate me so much?" He suddenly asked you. 

"Because you're annoying," you answered, not missing a beat, while you now moved on to washing the stacks of dirty dishes piled near one of the sinks. You didn't even bother looking up at him as you started to clean, knowing it was going to take you at least an hour to wash them all.

"I'm annoying?" He repeated, incredulously, obviously offended. "That's it?! That's not a reason to hate someone especially to the point of trying to sabotage their dish-"

As you were cleaning dishes while listening to Felix go off on you, you hadn't been expecting him to bring up the incident that helped to start this entire fight between you two in the first place, so when he began to bring up the time you had tried to ruin one of his recipes for class, it caused you to flare up for a second.

You stopped washing as you began to yell, "THAT'S BECAUSE-" but you caught yourself and stopped yourself from yelling. You released a long exhale as you calmed yourself down before speaking in a much more mild tone although you were still tense. 

"I only did that because I was desperate,” you admitted. “You and your stupid friends were completely taking over the class. I only did what I had to do." 

"But that's so shitty!” he scolded you. “What did I ever do to you besides literally exist that you have it out for me?"

You didn't answer. There was a brief pause between you both as you continued to scrub dishes before he finally spoke again and when he did, it caused you to flare up again. 

"What are you threatened by me?" he asked. 

"Oh, please!” you scoffed, mockingly. You were offended that he would even begin to think that you were worried about his subpar cooking skills (even though there was some slight truth to that fact but you would never admit that). “I'm not worried about the couple stupid little dishes you made getting higher marks than mine. I could out cook you even in my sleep, anyday." 

"Ah! So that's what this is really about,” you heard Felix say as if he had just stumbled upon some great discovery. “You're jealous that the teacher has been giving me higher marks than you."

You shook your head, still ignoring him. "Whatever, Felix. Think what you want.”  

Even though you were nowhere near done cleaning the stacks of dishes, you suddenly turned off the running sink, before drying your hands with a towel and making your way over to the side of the room with your belongings. You picked up your bag and jacket and then began to make your way towards the door to leave. 

"Where are you going?” Felix asked you as his eyes followed your frame move across the room from where he was still seated. “You're not even finished cleaning.” 

"If you won't leave then I will," you said, coldly, as you now headed for the door but you were surprised when all of a sudden, Felix jumped up from his seat and ran in front of you, blocking your way out. You tried to move around him by stepping to the side, but he was faster and stepped right along with you, still blocking the way out. You then tried again, stepping the other way, but again, he was faster.  

"What are you doing?" you gritted out. "Move!"

"No, not until you tell me the truth!” he refuted, as he glared at you, clearly not intending on backing down. “Why do you hate me so much?" 

You sighed, not wanting to deal with him anymore. "Just leave me alone." 

"No! I won't,” he said, still stubborn as ever and clearly determined to get the truth out of you even though you had made it clear through your dismissal of him that you had no intention of telling him anything. He continued in his tirade. “You've been giving me a hard time since the day I stepped foot into this classroom and now you've gone as far as trying to poison my dish!  But then, today you go and take the blame for a food fight you didn't even start. None of what you’re doing or saying makes any sense! There's got to be a reason." 

"Uh! Just shut up!" you snapped and tried to move around him again, but you were stopped when his arm suddenly stretched out and his hand slapped against the frame of the doorsill, thus, creating a physical barrier to keep you inside the room. 

"Not until you tell me the truth," came his stern reply. 

You stared at the pretty blond male standing before you, full of contempt for him.

"Fine,” you gritted out through clenched teeth. If ‘ol “Lixie boy” wanted the truth, he was gonna get the truth. 

“You really wanna know why I hate you?” you asked him and he raised his brows at you, urging you to continue so you did. “You know, you're already super popular. The whole school worships at your feet. You've got everyone, literally, everyone, even the principal, in the palm of your hands! And all you have to do is bat your pretty eyelashes or give them that cute little smile and everyone just loses it!”

You then placed your hand over your chest and gave him a fake smile as you started to mockingly repeat all the compliments that literally everyone on campus always said about him.  

“‘Oh, Felix is so lovely! Oh, Felix has the most beautiful freckles like constellations! Oh, Felix shines brighter than the sun! Oh, Felix is the most beautiful person in the entire world!’" 

You then stopped in your mocking to glare at him again. “It gets on my frickin’ nerves! Especially when you use it to get away with literally everything! But this class, this place, it's my space. Cooking is my thing. A place where I can forget about you and your stupid pretty face and your dumbass friends and just be myself, but you had to come and barge your way into here as well! Like, reigning the rest of our academy wasn't enough for you, you had to come in here, a place where I reign, and take over here, too! And what's worse? You're actually good at it! And you don't even care! You just put shit together that literally looks like they belong in the garbage and yet somehow, whatever you make turns out to be delicious! And now even my favorite teacher worships you for that too!” 

The fact that you had just released a month's worth of pent up stress all in one breath had you breathing heavily but you were glad to have finally gotten all of it off your chest. You then finally finished your outburst in a much more composed manner. “So yes, I hate you, Felix. Because you're annoying and irritating and you won't go away."

The entire time you had been going off on him, Felix had stood quietly, listening to your rant while staring at you, only looking away momentarily, and scratching at the back of his head like he was trying to process all the information you were throwing at him all at once. When you finally finished, he stood gaping at you for a good minute before finally saying, "You think I'm pretty?" 

If he was trying to get a rise out of you, it was working because you felt heat rise within your chest, up your neck, and then up to your cheeks like a volcano. Your entire being was on fire! You clenched your hands into tight fists, just about ready to punch him in his stupid, pretty face. 

"Is that all you heard?!" you grunted out in disbelief.  

Felix chuckled now, seeing how angry you were, and must have figured it was time for him to take you seriously because he put his hands up in a placating stance. "No. I'm only joking, y/n. I’m sorry.” He paused for a moment, before asking, “Well, if you hate me so much then why did you take the blame for the fight?"

You stayed silent, as you were reminded of why you had even taken the blame for him and his dumbass friends in the first place. Just at the reminder, you began to feel the hot tears well up in your eyes again. That's when you moved to try and push past him again, not wanting to tell him, but Felix’s arm was surprisingly strong, as it remained iron-clad to the doorframe, not budging one bit.

You then looked away from him as frustrated tears began to betray you and tip over the edges of your eyes.

Seeing this, Felix relented and he spoke more softly this time in a manner that resembled a person trying to coax a scared kitten out of hiding. "The truth, y/n. Please?"

It worked. Somehow Felix had the ability to make even your closed-off self open up because you bit down on your lip as you finally admitted to him, "I just wanted you and your friends to finally leave me alone." Your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke, but that's honestly as high as you could get it to come out; it hurt to tell the truth. "I was hoping that if I took the blame, then maybe you guys would finally stop making fun of me…"

You felt tears begin to glide down your face, but before they could actually flow down, you quickly wiped them away, still trying to maintain some of your dignity in front of your perfect, blond classmate. 

Felix stared at you, quietly while you avoided eye contact with him. 

"I didn't know what my friends were saying about you bothered you that much," he finally said. "You always put up such a tough act." 

"Can I go now?" You asked, impatiently. You wanted to be anywhere else than here in this room with him. "You got what you wanted. The truth."

The truth. The truth was that a couple of months ago, Lee Felix, the most popular guy at your arts academy, had chosen Home Economics as his elective class for reasons unbeknownst to you, but you didn’t really care why he was there all of a sudden. All you were interested in was getting him out the moment he entered because you knew he didn’t belong there. Culinary arts had been your passion that you took extremely seriously, but the academy didn’t have a proper culinary class; however, they did have Home Economics, and so that's what you had chosen to devote your studies to for the last two years. 

Of course, along with the fact that Home Ec didn’t have the same funding as some of the other art classes, the cooking class was hardly the most popular field of study. Most students chose arts like music or dance which Felix was a master at the latter, thus, gaining him popularity enough to rival that of actual veteran performers in show business. 

With the beauty of a god and natural talent most students would kill for, everyone on campus knew Felix was going to be a star someday. In fact, he already was, especially with his massive following on Tik Tok and just about every other form of social media out there. 

You honestly didn’t care about his immense popularity, though. At least, not as long as you had your own space within the academy which just so happened to be the least popular arts curriculum there, the Home Economics class. You enjoyed cooking, baking, learning new recipes, and all the chef lingo you often saw on cooking channels. Someday, you hoped to go to a proper Culinary arts school to further your studies in the craft; however, your Home Ec class would do for now.   

Then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, for whatever reason, Lee Felix, the most popular guy in your academy, decided to drop in your own little haven on campus and made himself the king of that as well. 

To say you were infuriated would have been an understatement. Aside from yourself, there were only about a dozen other students in the class, but once Felix showed up, this brought along a horde of his friends and even some of his fans as well, which resulted in the class becoming much more crowded. 

Today, the class was fuller than it had ever been in the last two years you had been taking the elective, which actually could have been great for improving funding if the higher-ups could see that students were interested in the course. But his friends proved not to be interested in it at all, only taking it to be with Felix. As a result, they goofed off, and basically just disrespected the place you had made your own personal comfort space. On top of that, because you were one of the very few students who were actually passionate about cooking, this ended up making you the butt of jokes and taunting from some of Felix’s friends who thought you were super uptight. And okay, maybe you were a little uptight, but after having them all suddenly crash your only safe space in the entire academy only to make a complete mockery of it, could you be blamed for being a bit uptight? 

In addition, as if to further irritate you, Felix seemed to be a natural-born chef because everything he made turned out to be complete masterpieces. Everyone in class always went for whatever dish he made, including your Home Ec teacher, who you could quickly tell was beginning to have a new favorite pupil thanks to Felix. He had been given five stars on his last three dishes, while you, on the other hand, had never received more than four. Needless to say, you were a bit jealous. In fact, you were so jealous that every little thing Felix did began to annoy you immensely, making you extra petty. Like you hated when he would borrow ingredients from your table because then he would never give them back! But nothing bothered you more than his stupid friends who all took immense pleasure in rubbing it in your face at how effortlessly better he was at everything you put all your effort into, followed by ridiculing you and making you feel less than. 

They basically just came into class, taunted you for an entire hour, while praising Felix, then they all left together only to come back and do it again the next day. You hated it! Finally you’d had enough. That’s when you had attempted to ruin one of his dishes by sneaking by and adding an ungodly amount of salt to it. 

Unfortunately, one of his friends had caught you in the act, and made a big scene, causing you to get publicly reprimanded by your instructor. From then on, his friends targeted you more viciously. Snide remarks, and taunting from them were a constant, both in and outside of class. Today had been the tip of the iceberg, though. 

This time when one of his friends had made one of their little nasty comments about you, they had followed that comment with squirting barbeque sauce at you, thus dousing you in the thick saucey substance. Although you tended to be on the more reserved side, you were never one to back down from a fight if it meant defending yourself, so you had picked up whatever bottle was nearby and squirted it back at them. But this just caused them to laugh and taunt more as more of his friends tossed food items at you. That’s when someone in the class yelled the two words that started the whole chaos. 

“Food Fight!” 

In the two years you had been taking Home Ec, there had never once been a food fight amongst the students, but that all changed today. What had started off as a little spat between you and Felix’s friends ended up being an entire class affair. Everyone in class got in on the action as food, sauces, liquids, utensils, and whatever else flew throughout the classroom, every which way. 

Your Home Ec teacher, who was completely horrified by the uproar, barely knew how to handle the situation considering this had never happened before. The headmaster had to be called, and your class ended up being questioned on who started the entire charade. No one spoke, that’s when your headmaster threatened your entire class with not only detention for the rest of the semester, but threatened to revoke everyone's admission to the winter formal.   

That's when one of Felix’s friends completely threw you under the bus, saying you were the one who had started the whole fight. You could've fought back, but you knew it would just be your words against theirs and Felix's friends were all against you so they had more power. That's why you decided to take the blame for the whole fight. You thought maybe, just maybe if you did then they might leave you alone. Then, the headmaster took you to his office and gave you your punishment which included not only having to clean up the entire Home Ec room by yourself but mandatory detention for the week.

You took your punishment like a trooper, and stayed long after class was over to clean the Home Ec room by yourself, but you hadn't been expecting the one guy who had been at the center of all this drama to show up in the doorway while you did so. 

Now that everything was out in the open, you had nothing left to give him, so you attempted to move past him one more time, but Felix’s arm didn't budge.

You fixed him with an incredulous stare. 

What's his deal? you wondered. Is he still not satisfied? 

Felix cleared his throat. 

"Look, I'm really sorry, y/n," he began, his voice full of sincerity. "But I want you to know that I never made fun of you, but I also never stopped my friends from doing it either and that's just as bad. So for that I'm truly sorry." 

You stayed still, staring anywhere but his probing eyes. 

He continued. "I don't think you're a nerd or a…a…" 

"A loner and a food snob whose only companion in the entire academy is our Home Ec teacher," you finished for him, repeating what you heard one of his friends say about you. 

The skin under Felix’s pale cheeks turned crimson as he admitted, sheepishly, "Uh…yeah, that…" He then looked back up at you again. "I'll get them to quit picking on you. I promise. But in their defense you did kind of start this whole thing. They're all just as confused as I am as to why you hated all of us so much and for no reason when we first started the class." He then added, "Me especially." 

You looked away not wanting to bring up the reason why. You had already admitted enough for today. You were used to being an incredibly closed-off person. It's how you stayed safe within your academy where you often felt like a fish out of water. You didn't think you could take much more being open and honest for today, but Felix seemed to always have this ability to bring out things you wanted to keep far down within the depths of your soul because what he said next got a rise out of you again. 

"I would've never guessed it was because you were jealous of me," he stated.

"I'm not jealous!" You fired back at him.

"No?" He questioned with feigned innocence before his eyes started to narrow at you rather suspiciously. "Then what was that you were saying about cooking being your thing and this class being the place where you reign until me and my stupid pretty face came in and ruined all that for you?"

You looked away from him again, feeling your cheeks get hot again at having your words about him being pretty thrown right back at you.

"Hm?" Felix pursued but you just bit your lip to try and fight the unwanted grin threatening to betray your features at having been figured out by him. 

"Th-that…" you stuttered not knowing how to respond. 

"That-what?" He repeated, teasingly. He then shocked you when he suddenly asked, "Do you like me, y/n?" 

Your eyes finally met his as you gaped at him at having found out your deepest secret that you always swore you would never admit to anyone, even your own self. 

Yes, although it pained you to do so, even you had to admit that you thought Felix was incredibly cute. He really was. 

His golden hair, although dyed blond, suited him so well it looked like it could've been his natural color. You liked the way his wispy bangs lightly dipped into his bright, shiny eyes and the way his gorgeous smile could put the sun to shame by lighting up any place he stepped into. 

He was just so pretty and what was worse was that he knew it but it wasn't because he was conceited or anything. In fact he was incredibly humble about his looks; it was everyone else who told him so, constantly. 

His friends and his hordes of fans told him. Teachers, and staff adored him. Complete strangers gawked at his beauty. Everyone that came into contact with Felix always ended up smitten with his charming face and personality. 

In addition, he was genuinely kind to just about everyone he met which helped him to earn his reputation. In fact, he had never even been mean to you necessarily, although you two barely spoke to one another outside of cooking class; however, his friends were a whole other story. 

You really wished they would just leave you alone but after months of building tension, the damage between you and his friends was already too deep to just sweep under the rug. A fight was bound to break out between you all at some point. Today just happened to be that day. 

You felt your heart rate go into overdrive now as you both stared at one another in that doorway. You were so stumped by his question that your mind went blank. 

"What?" was all you could say as you continued to stare at him, completely flabbergasted. 

"Do you like me?" He repeated and you suddenly felt compelled to look down at your feet, as if they were the most interesting things in the world but it was what Felix said next that almost caused you to pass out. 

"Because I think I like you." 

To say you were merely surprised at his statement would've been the understatement of the century. 

You were speechless. Dumbstruck. Stupefied. Completely thrown for a loop! You didn't know what to say or what to do, and so you did nothing. You just stayed there quietly, staring down at your shoes. 

Finally, Felix asked, "You're not going to say anything?"

It took you a minute to finally find your voice to be able to speak, but once you did it came out kind of hoarse.

"Why-" You had started to say but paused once the word left your mouth because of how scratchy your throat felt.

Felix then completed your question before you could. 

"Why do I like you?" He asked. "...well…"

But he stopped when you shook your head at him. Finding your voice again, you were able to tell him what you were thinking. 

"I kind of was gonna ask why you decided to take cooking class all of a sudden this semester, but yes, that too." 

Felix sighed at you. "Y/N, you don't even know me or my friends that well. How do you know that I'm not serious about cooking?"

At this, you fixed him with an incredulous stare. "You? Serious about cooking? Yeah, right." 

"I am," he replied, sternly.

"Why?" You asked, your voice still taking on a tone of disbelief. "Because you've found yet another way to get praised by your horde of followers?"

Felix rolled his eyes. 

"No, that's not it," he said frustrated. "Look, I may not be a skilled cook like you but I do like cooking. In fact, I like it a lot. I never expected to when I first got put into this elective, but I do."

"Why?" You asked, genuinely curious. "Why now?"

Felix must have felt confident enough that you wouldn't try to leave the room anymore because he moved past you to walk back into the classroom, only to lean against one of the counters as he looked deep in thought. 

You followed his movements as you turned to face him and listened to what he had to say. 

"I don't know. I kind of always have, but I just didn't know it," he began to explain. "I've always made things for my friends and family. Be it a holiday, or birthday, or any gathering, I've always enjoyed making things for them and seeing them eat my dishes. I think that's what I really enjoy about cooking and why I like it so much. Because I like to take care of people and see them happily eating something I made with my own hands."

He began to smile as he spoke about enjoying cooking for people he cared about. He then looked at you as his face grew serious again. 

"But you're right. I had never taken it seriously until I ended up taking this class. I'll admit the only reason I ended up taking Home Ec in the first place is because it was the only elective left open and I needed just a couple more credits but then, I found myself really enjoying it."

He paused momentarily before adding, "And I found myself liking you as well. At first, I had thought you were a bit of a food snob, but then I realized I was wrong about that, too. The more time I spent in this class with you, the more I realized how incredibly passionate you are about cooking. You know so much more than I do and I wanted to learn everything like you do. I actually really admire you." 

He looked up at you and you felt your cheeks and neck getting hot again under his gaze as he revealed his truth to you. 

However, you weren't quite ready to address feelings just yet, so you avoided it by bringing up another topic.  

"It sounds like cooking for people is your love language, then."

"My love language?" He asked, confusedly. 

"How you show people that you care about them," you explained. 

"Oh." He nodded. "All I know is that I like to cook. I like this class and I want to continue to learn everything I can. And more importantly, I don't want to fight with you anymore."

His eyes met yours again and you both shared a brief moment of silence before you agreed with him.

"I don't either."

Felix smiled at you as he pushed away from the counter he had been leaning against and stepped closer to you. 

"So then, what do you say about calling a truce?" 

"A truce?" You repeated, questioningly. 

"Yeah," he responded. "A truce to end all fighting between you, me and my friends. No more trying to ruin each other's dishes, no more snide remarks, or making fun of each other, and no more food fights."

You thought about his proposal in silence for a moment. You then said, "Tell that friend of yours who flung barbeque sauce on me to keep it off of me and in their container and we'll call it a deal."

At this, Felix grinned ear-to-ear. "They only did that because you tried to steal ingredients from my table." 

"Okay, but they were mine first," you argued back, playfully. "You never give back anything you borrow."

Felix rolled his eyes. "Well maybe if you didn't hog everything to yourself then-"

"Fine," you said, cutting him off. "I won't hoard all the ingredients and we'll share from now on." You stuck your hand out to him as you asked, "Truce?"

He stuck out his hand as well, and shook yours. "Yeah, truce," he agreed. He then broke the handshake and began making his way across the room to the closet and you watched him grab a broom out of it.

"And as part of our truce, I'll help you clean up."

You raised your brows in disbelief. "You will?" 

He nodded as he began to sweep the floor. 

You smirked at him as you made your way back into the classroom and placed your belongings back down. 

"What are we friends now?" You asked him, teasingly. 

The blond suddenly stopped in his sweeping to fix you with an amused grin. "I just admitted to liking you a couple minutes ago and now you're saying you want to be just friends?" 

You smiled before admitting to him, "I do like you a lot, too."

Felix grinned.

"But I still want to get to know you more, first," you finished.

Today you learned that both you and Felix had been pretty judgemental of one another despite not knowing each other all that well, so you thought you two should actually try to get to know one another, first, before trying anything more. 

"Okay," Felix agreed with a nod before asking, "What do you want to know?"

You thought for a moment and that's when something you had been curious about for quite a while now hit you. 

"I wanna know what your secret is to those delicious brownies you made that one time in class," you told him. "You know, the ones that made our Home Ec teacher give you five stars while I only got four." 

Felix snapped his tongue. "Is that what you've been curious about this whole time?"

You nodded in response. Truthfully, ever since he had gotten higher marks than you, you had been dying to know the secret to his recipe so you wanted to know now.

Felix put the broom down as he said teasingly, "Ah, so the chef connoisseur doesn't know everything, huh? Fine, five-star Michelin Felix will show you."

You rolled your eyes at his name for himself. "Okay, five-star Michelin Felix."

He grinned hearing you call him this. "Hey, I like the sound of that."

"Of course you would," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "You're so full of yourself." 

He shrugged before turning to you and said smugly, "How can I not be when I have such a…what did you say? A pretty face?" 

Actually, what you had said was that he had a stupid pretty face, but you didn’t mention that. However, now that he knew that you liked him and thought he was pretty you knew he was never going to let you live that down since he seemed to take joy in teasing you about it. 

"Uh…you're such a tease!" You whined to him, causing him to laugh. "Just tell me your secret to those brownies."

Felix perked up at the mention of his trademark dessert that had gotten him his first five-star rating from your instructor. 

"Oh, my secret is I…" he paused for a moment as he looked at you, and his smile turned slightly devilish. "I put in a food that is an aphrodisiac," he admitted, cheekily. "Can you guess what?" 

Instantly, your mouth fell open at his reveal. 

Oh, that is genius, you thought. That also helped to explain your teacher's rather overzealous reaction to Felix’s dessert. 

"What was it?" You asked him. "The cacao nibs?" 

You knew chocolate could be an aphrodisiac but Felix just shook his head before moving across the room to head over to one of the refrigerators. You watched him grab something out of it and then make his way back over to you, this time his hands holding something in a bag so its contents you couldn't see.

"Open," he said as he stood in front of you now. 

"Huh?" You questioned, but the moment your mouth opened to say that, you felt Felix suddenly pop something into your mouth.

Embarrassed by the sudden gesture, you felt your cheeks burn as your hands came up to cup your mouth. That's when you tasted the sweet, tart flavor of a familiar fruit and you instantly realized what it was. 

"The pomegranate," you said as you sucked on the sweet fruit seed that was now spreading across your tongue's palate.

Felix nodded. "The brownies I had made were pomegranate brownies with sea salt. The pomegranate is known to be an aphrodisiac. It's said to heighten the senses, boost testosterone and get the juices flowing…"

You winced at him as you finished eating the fruit. Oh, he was really good.

"That's not fair!" You suddenly erupted at him, annoyed by his trick to getting a higher grade than you. 

But he just grinned back cheekily, before saying, "Hey, you know what they say. If you can't stand the heat, then stay out of the kitchen." 

He winked at you as he popped some of the pomegranate seeds into his own mouth, with a smirk causing you to feel rather flustered. 

Pushing away from the counter, you rolled up your sleeves so that you could go back to the dishes you had been previously cleaning before. 

"We're supposed to be cleaning," you told him, changing the subject. "You said you would help me clean the classroom."

He chuckled as he placed the fruit down and then went back to grab the broom again.

"No worries, y/n," he said as he started to sweep the floor once again. "You won't have to do this alone anymore." He looked up at you and smiled. "From now on, I'm gonna be by your side. I promise." 

You felt your heart skip a beat as you got the feeling he meant he would be by your side in more than just helping you clean up the class, but that he would be by your side as a friend, too.

You smiled to yourself as you went back to cleaning, this time alongside the person you could now call your new friend. 

As you thought about it, you found it kind of funny. You had been considering Felix your arch nemesis, literally ever since he had stepped foot inside your favorite class, but who knew that all it would take was a food fight to get you two to finally make peace?

[nutzworth]

DAY 5: JANUARY 31, 2024 (i got to start reading more consistently.)

STATS: read for ~3 hrs pages read: 1052-1359. 307 pgs. act 4! slur count: 8 + 1 = 9 (john r slur on 1 of his defaced posters) silly count: 11 + 0 = 11 (i might have missed some. to be honest) piss count: 1/3

THOUGHTS: today started with john's alchemizing spree! i really like the alchemy even though i can NOT understand how the binary and codes quite work. john does though. johns really smart about alchemy in sburb specifically. this section also has a lot of funny john faces. i love this guy

FINALLY the end of dave and bros strife! jesus! been 2 sessions sicne it started! i said this last time but i think its SO INTERESTING how bro doesnt cut or stab dave in any way during the strife. they clash and lil cal gets torn up and daves sword gets 1/2ed and daves SYMBOL gets scratched but when hussie shows dave after the fight hes winded and bruised and battered but hes NOTABLY NOT BLOODY! obviously being bruised cus youre FIGHTING! WITH YOUR DAD! is bad and your dad (bro) is a criminal but. man. how much restraint was bro USING. to be SO PRECISE! did he have to choose between slashing dave and slashing cal in that split second? why else would he possibly have slashed cal? for paradox reasons? i really like dirk strider

the unofficial homestuck collection website is bugging out SO BAD for me. for so many flashes today the music just did not play. it SUCKS! but its fine i just play the music in another tab. i hope they fix that but i know its not priority

i really like the few dave logs i read today. dave is sooooo sad puppy on the other side of a cracked door that sees you and wants to get in the room but cant figure out how to push open the door so he just whines. "hello" "what are you doing" "man where are you" "are you there" he is so cute. in contrast the other dave log today was DAVE AND TAVROS!!!! HOORAY FOR TAVROS! and dave in this one is really funny hes so nonchalant and like "no man. if you want to have sex with a 13 yr old boy okay dude. im on board. time and place." and tavros is like UM! NO! IM GOOD! HAHA! }:) ! they are so funny. the striders are SO internet troll. dave does it flawlessly

KANAYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE KANAYA! SHES MY FAVORITE TROLL! shes so awesome in the kanaya/rose log she is so funny. start talking to this girl like "humans cant understand time travel when its really so simple youre all kind of dumb" and ending with "hey we should be friends". i literally love her

EXILES! not much happened with the exiles. introduced to aimless renegade. what a cop. pa harley heart! thanks for your guns pa!

THE FLASH WHEN ROSE ENTERS THE GAME IS SO COOOOOL!!!!!!!!! i really really like it unfortunately the sound didnt work so all the beats didnt hit quite right but they hit ENOUGH. SO COOL! I LOVE ROSE!!!! theres so much going on all the time for that girl. i love you rose

INTERMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i really like the intermission i think its so fun trying to parse what the hell is happening. i have GOT to read problem sleuth because so many of the things i find funny are straight up just problem sleuth bits

hussie averting the readers expectations with the like You have a deck of cards. ==> play solitaire With what cards? Dumbass? Fuck off. You only have your WAR CHEST. i think this is hussie like softdropping his rivalry with his audience. it starts with silly banter and then hes like im going to make a character representing the fandom and im going to kill her off (calliope)

the felt are SO COOL! if anyone knows all the pun names for them lmk. i only know a few obvious ones.

the intermission is SO gory. theres so much blood and death and guns and knives. like ok dude i get youre in mafia gangs or whatever but cool it on the blood and yucky faces! yeesh! there is also more crude jokes in it than normal i think. maybe cus these are real adults with pornography in their briefcases than like 13 yr olds. "jack king off" "you beat it(your heart) pretty often" "fist full of penis" etc

you kjnow what drives me crazy. the ACTUAL REAL TIMELINE of the intermission. or at least what it means for the rest of the comic. obviously the intermission is foreshadowing (esp when slick gets his eye and arm cut off; mentioning lord english; etc) but like. its MORE. when i first read homestuck i was under the impression that the intermission was just some other timeline in some universe. granted i dont remember slicks eye and arm getting nixed or karkat vantas reveal or lord english mention or anything that foreshadows anything. but NO! its NOT some other timeline! but it IS another universe. its ALTERNIA!!!!!!!!!!!

the story of jack noir (spades slick) as i know it is as follows: jack noir spawns in derse ==> commits a crime (probably shittalking the queen) ==> gets exiled to... um. somewhere. ==> i assume he meets karkat here? and stabs him. and karkats blood is revealed and then theyre friends ==> slick (now scurrilous straggler) is left on the green moon? exiled in rags ==> he builds a city ==> the felt's mansion is there also. they form gangs and become rivals ==> intermission starts; midnight crew infiltrates lord english's lair to get the vault prizes ==> slick goes in the vault and begins commanding karkat. if im wrong about any of this correct me im so curious

i really like clubs deuce and diamonds droog. i wish crowbar was in the intermission more. clover is just like nagito komaeda. trace and fin are insaaaane. i wish i knew more about the felt

ACT 4! GAME!!!!! game on lowas. its really cool i didnt get to play it my first readthrough. love the salamanders and love the captchalogue nonsense. it is so fun. thats all for today folks

[gingerjunhan]

HIIII ITS 🧈 :D

So erm I wanted to request some headcanons for gunil with a reader alot like rodrick from the diary of a wimpy kid. Like reader is emo and plays the drums in their own band and is kinda rude but in a funny way. Like they don't purposely hurt people by being mean but they do it as a joke. Like when rodrick called Rowley "baby hippo" lol.

Also!! It was recently my birthday! On the 3rd of December! So my birthday is two days before XDH day!!

Anyways hope you're doing good!

☆彡 hiii 🧈anon, welcome back!!! First off, I hope you had a great birthday! 🫶🏻 Secondly, for the rest of you, this fic is actually about Hyeongjun! 🧈anon DM’d me and asked for a change- so this is for all my Jun Han enjoyers out there

word count: 473 | pronouns used: they/them | genre: fluff, semi-established relationship | cws: Jiseok is here, swearing, kinda short (my bad), no proofread, lmk if i missed anything!

Watching you from backstage, Hyeongjun was finding it hard to focus on anything else. A bunch of different groups were currently at an award show together, and to say that Hyeongjun was having a fanboy moment would be an understatement.

Your band was about to wrap up their set, and you were killing it on the drums. Hyeongjun had watched as you skillfully played each song, making your job look effortless.

“Ohh, is that them?” Jiseok asked, watching as Hyeongjun continued to gawk at you from backstage. He nodded.

You and Hyeongjun weren’t exactly a couple per say, but there was definitely some established flirting going on. You both always made time to talk to each other or hang out, and Hyeongjun seemed to be one of the only people you didn't rag on.

Hyeongjun and Jiseok watched together as you wrapped up your set, saying your final “thank yous” to the crowd and making your way off stage. Hyeongjun smiled and waved at you, and you made your way over to him.

“Hey,” you smiled, taking a sip of a water bottle that seemed to appear in your hand. “What did you think?”

“You did great,” Hyeongjun smiled brightly. “You looked amazing.”

You turned your attention to Jiseok, who wore a shit-eating grin as he watched you and Hyeongjun talk. “What’s that face for, dumbass?” You chuckled to yourself as Jiseok looked surprised.

“(Y/N)-“ Hyeongjun was about to apologize to Jiseok on your behalf before you stepped in.

“Relax, Jun, you know I’m just kidding.” You turned to Jiseok, “Sorry man, didn’t mean to offend.”

Jiseok put up his hands, “None taken. Your set was really good by the way.”

“Thanks,” you smiled at him. “I appreciate it.”

Just then, a stage manager called that the Heroes had to start getting ready to go on soon. The three of you exchanged quick glances.

“Well, I better go get ready,” Jiseok announced. “I’ll leave you guys to it.” He shot Hyeongjun a wink that didn’t go unseen by you. You rolled your eyes at him, letting out a huff of fake annoyance.

“Sorry about him,” Hyeongjun apologized. “He likes to tease me sometimes.” A slight blush spread over his cheeks and you couldn’t help but chuckle again.

“It’s all good. That was Jiseok, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, after your set, tell Jiseok that I think he’s a huge dork.”

Hyeongjun chuckled. “Will do.” A last call was sounded from the stage manager, and Hyeongjun gave you a sad look. “I should go.”

You quickly took another sip of your water before sending him off. “Break a leg, baby,” you joked. Before Hyeongjun could leave, you quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be watching.”

Hyeongjun blushed and gave you a quick nod before running off to go get ready to perform.

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

[muppetable]

MORE incorrect quotes today, because it’s valentines! these are all ships, tried to include as many as i could. if i left out a ship you like lmk and i’ll add a quote or two with them! (NO remrom)

(warning- some suggestive content)

Patton: Hey Janus, wanna third wheel on my date with Logan tomorrow?

Janus: Sure.

Patton: Hey Roman, wanna third wheel on my date with Logan tomorrow?

Roman: Sure.

Patton: Great! Ive always wanted to go on a double date.

Roman and Janus: …

Remus: My hands are cold.

Janus: I’ll hold them for you.

Remus: Thanks… my lips are cold too.

Janus: *covers Remus’s mouth with his hand*

Virgil: Go fuck yourself.

Remus: Get over here and fuck me yourself, coward.

Logan: How the hell did you crash the car?

Patton: So I was just driving today, and my navigation told me to go straight. And I was like, whoa, that’s homophobic. So instead I went gay, and that’s when I got into an accident.

Logan:

Logan: how-

Janus: And that’s who I’m in love with, everyone.

Patton: Hey, are you free?

Logan: No. Humans have monetary value, as depressing as it may be to some to think about.

Patton: …

Patton: I just wanted to say I couldn’t afford you but okay-

Logan: You remind me of the alphabet.

Roman: What, like A B C D?

Logan: No, like U R A Q T.

Roman: AWWW

*at janus and virgil’s wedding*

Janus: We’re going to turn two families into one.

Roman: Two families enter, and only one leaves.

Logan: That sounds so threatening.

Patton: The wedding games.

Roman: May the bouquet toss be ever in your favor.

Janus: Beautiful.

Virgil: Fuck all of you.

Remus: Hey, I’m going to the swingset.

Patton: Kay, have fun.

*ten minutes later*

Roman: Hey, Patton, some dumbass is gonna go do a backflip off the swingset!

Patton: WAIT THATS MY DUMBASS!

[soupri]

⤷𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧❣

➸ featuring bakugo katsuki

➸ cw: angst with no comfort; improper letter format; improper grammar; differing from actual anime plot; mentions of blood, death, hospital and illness; female reader; lmk if i missed anything!

➸ pre-note: day two of my [letters for you] event,, enjoy! 

march 2, 7:04 pm

suki!

sorry i haven’t answered any messages or calls. i can barely do anything by myself now. the doctor said the treatment wasn’t working. i’ll probably die any day now. nurse una is currently writing this letter for me. i don’t have the strength to do it myself. please don’t cry at my funeral. don’t waste your tears for me. i want you to smile, knowing i was happy. you made my childhood so much more fun. i shared so many smiles with you. remember the happy me, not the sick me, laying in a hospital bed with tubes connected to my body. don’t take your anger out on your friends. don’t blame yourself. it isn’t their fault, nnor is it yours. i was just unlucky to receive such an overwhelming quirk with my frail body. 

make sure to pay attention in school okay? i’ll be watching you! so become the world’s number 1! just like you promised me when we were kids. i’m a bit sad, knowing i won’t see it. it’s one of the few regrets i’ll be taking with me. 

meeting you was one of the best things that has happened to me. thank you for always being there to protect me. you’ve made my life so much brighter. did i do the same for you? i hope i did.

i love you katsuki, more than you ever would’ve guessed. i love you for who you are, the “angry” bakugo, but also the soft katsuki who’s just like any other person. don’t hate that side of yourself; it’s beautiful. love yourself, alright?  i hope you get this letter in time. maybe i’ll be able to see you one last time.

          love,               [name]

a knock was heard throughout the bakugo’s residence.

“katsuki go get the door!“

“WHY ME?“

“GO DO IT!“

muttering curses under his breath, the boy opened the door. 

“whadya wan- nurse una?“

“ah, katsuki! i uh, have something for you.“

reaching into her purse, the woman pulled out an envelope.

“it’s from [name]-chan. i’ll... be going now.“

taking the envelope, katsuki offered a wave to the retreating woman. 

“who was it?“ his mother asked, coming from the kitchen.

“nurse una, [name]’s personal nurse. she gave me something from [name].“

opening the envelope, he pulled out a letter. his mother, peeking over his shoulder, read it with him. 

the envelope fell to the ground. the letter soon followed. 

a boy, followed by his mother was seen running through the halls of the hospital. 

“room 213, room 213.“

opening the door, he was met by nurses and doctors surrounding a bed.

“[name]!“

pushing past the small crowd, he looked down. a girl laid still. to the side, the heart monitor flat. falling to his knees with tears falling from ruby orbs, staff silently backed away.

“you idiot, at least let me tell. you i love you too.“

laying on the ground after taking a mortal blow, katsuki looked up at the sky. a soft smile spreads across his bloody features. from a distance he could hear deku calling his name. but, strange, why did he sound so far away when he was right in front of him? 

a soft laugh escaped his lips.

“i’ll see you soon, [name].“

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➸ ri’s note

      not a big fan, it feels a bit rushed but oh well

my dumbass forgot to link this until 02.03 crying

[hannahhook7744]

Stormbringer Crew Drabbles (Part 3);

Summary: Luke comforts Hannah. Trigger Warnings: swearing, mentioned violence, sunburns, child labor, etc.  LMK if I should add to the list. Characters: Lucas Tremaine-Westergaard (son of Drizella Tremaine and Hans Westergaard) and  Hannah Artemis Hook, captain of the Stormbringer (daughter of Captain Hook and Zarina).  Setting: The Stormbringer, on the Isle of The Lost pre-d1.

Luke rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, groaning at the sound of the tap, tap, tap on his bedroom window. Wanting nothing more than to go back to bed. 

He'd had a long, exhausting, strenuous, horrible FOURTEEN HOUR hour shift because all of his living siblings and seven out of his nine cousins had caught the witch pox that was going around. And, since the two of his cousins who weren't sick decided to fuck off (and boy, did want to strangle Aaron and Anthony for that), he'd been the only one left to work. 

And, because Luke had the absolute worst of TheTremaineLuck™, he'd ended up having 

 Frollo, Gaston, Cruella, Madam Medusa, The Evil Queen, and Radcliffe all as customers in one damned day. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

But Luke couldn't go back to bed. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

Because someone was at his window and it was probably one of his traitorous cousins wanting him to let them back in (unlikely) or one of his many, many, many, many crewmates seeking sanctuary for the night. 

And well… he was too much like Hannah for his own good. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

So, against his better judgment, he rolled out of bed, lit a candle, and threw open his window. “Alright, shithead, what did you—Bam Bam?”

Well, speak of the devil and they shall arrive. 

“I-I'm sorry. I know It's late—” Hannah whispered from where she crouched outside his window, sniffling. Glasses missing, eyes bloodshot, and skin slightly sunburnt. 

Her nose sounded stuffy and her voice sounded hoarse. 

And, upon closer inspection, she wasn't wearing shoes. 

Luke swore under his breath, quickly stepping to the side and raising the candle slightly so that it wasn't in the way. “No, no. It's fine, mate. Just come inside before you slip—how’d you even get on the roof without any shoes on. No, wait, scratch that. How'd you even get to my house without any shoes on?”

The redhead flashed her one of his signature ‘ain’t shit grins’ and raised an eyebrow. 

Hannah didn't return the grin. Just shrugging as she climbed through the window, shoulders trembling. She didn't have her satchel with her. 

She always had her satchel with her. 

And he couldn't hear her in his head anymore.

Something was definitely wrong. 

‘No shit, Captain Obvious’ he could practically hear John (who was thankfully not one of the few people who he shared a mind with, thank Brizo) say snarkily. ‘You’re in pajamas after an ungodly long work day and your best friend is in tears, dumbass.’

Luke elected to ignore the imaginary John in favor of handling the situation so he had some idea of what to do before River or Skia woke up, and realized that Hannah was mentally shutting them out of her thoughts again. 

Skia had gone on a warpath the last time Hannah shut them out without explanation—terrorizing all of their known enemies till she got answers and even some of their frenemies and crewmates. 

It hadn't been pretty.

And Luke very much did not want a repeat of that particular situation. 

He went over to the loose floorboard under his desk where he stashed the things he didn't want his family finding, kneeling down beside it. “You eaten or drinken anything today?”

The brunette shook her head, perching herself into the corner of his bed and resting her chin on her knees as she hugged them. Staring off into the distance as she thought (or tried not to think) about whatever had her upset. 

Leaving the taller pirate to worry that yet another person in their crew (or maybe even just an acquaintance) was dead. 

It was never a good thing when Hannah was silent.

Silence meant overwhelming sadness or overwhelming anger. Or overwhelming boredom that would inevitably lead to danger or a fantastic daydream (or both, on some rare occasions). 

Silence meant that Hannah was on a whole ‘nother level of angry or sad that'd be hard to fix. 

Luke hated the silence. 

The redhead reached into his little hidey hole and tossed her a can of seaweed soda (stolen from Ursula's Fish and Chips on one of the rare days where none of her daughters were working) and tossed her an unopened pack of stale villain stripes Darcy had dropped off that morning. Which Hannah caught effortlessly—her reflexes having greatly improved over the years, likely due to some of their crewmates…habit of throwing things for little to no reason at all. Usually out of boredom. 

“Thanks mate…” 

Luke grabbed himself a can of seaweed soda and some fairy gum before plopping down beside her, popping a handful of the gum balls into his mouth. “Su, Wats scrapin ad ya bawnacles?” 

Hannah scrunched up her nose and half-heartedly scolded him “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

The first mate couldn’t help but snort: It was moments like those when Luke could see what everyone was talking about when they called the girl ‘motherly’. Moments where she scolded their crewmates for hurting one another or stepped in to break up a fight—moments where she was lacking the patience to deal with fighting or the bad manners she usually ignored in the older crewmates. He wasn’t like the younger kids in the crew who looked at Hann the way the lost boys looked at Wendy or the ‘newer’ crew mates who didn’t know Hannah very well (or at all) before she started taking in abandoned little kids. 

He didn’t view her as motherly and Luke  didn’t think he ever really would—not when he still saw Hannah as she was all those years ago, when they first met. Before they started sharing a mind. 

Not when he still saw her as the same little girl who socked Olga Hearts in the face for yanking on and cutting her hair. The same little girl who clung to the teacher’s skirt when Skia and River were absent from school and who beamed at him with a nearly toothless grin when he approached her and she realized that he had learned sign language just so he could talk to her.

Luke didn’t know how anyone could see her as motherly when she was still so young. 

“You’re here sunburnt and crying your eyes and you’re worried about me talking with my mouth full?”

“It would give your grandmother a heart attack.” Hannah huffed, trying not to smile. 

“Since when do you care about my grandmother?”

“I don’t.”

Luke rolled his eyes, not even bothering to hide his. “So then stop stalling and tell me what’s bothering you.”

There was another long stretch of silence. “You’re gonna think I’m being sensitive.”

“I’m your best friend. It’s my job to listen when no one else will, even if you are just being sensitive. And besides, it’s not like it didn’t still upset you if you are ‘just’ being sensitive.” People could claim otherwise all they wanted but in truth, Luke was nothing if not patient. At least when it came to those he cared about. 

Another beat of silence and then Hannah sighed, and whispered into his ear.

“CJ CALLED YOU A WHAT?!”

Stormbringer Crew Drabbles (Part 1);

Summary: Sparring gone wrong.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of puke and swearing.

Characters: Lucas Larson Tremaine-Westergaard the 3rd (son of Drizella Tremaine and Hans Westergaard), 1st mate of the Stormbringer, and Hannah Artemis Hook, captain of the Stormbringer.

Setting: The Stormbringer, on the Isle of The Lost pre-d1.

"I can't believe you threw up on me!" Luke squawked in disgusted outrage as he tried his hardest to scrub the vomit out of his shirt—well, out of Anthony's shirt.

Oh Gods, his cousin was gonna kill him.

"And I can't believe you flirted with me!" Hannah replied, shuddering at the memory. Turning greener and greener the more she thought of it.

"You know I wasn't serious!"

"Just because you weren't serious doesn't mean it isn't gross! We're almost twins dude! Why did you even think flirting during sparring was a good idea to begin with?!"

"My sisters do it all the time!" The twelve year old defended, not taking his eyes off the sponge in his hand. Hoping that if he kept scrubbing that the smell would at least go away. "And besides, it's not like we're actually related in any way. Biologically or legally. And again, you know I wasn't serious!"

"We're related emotionally and again, it's still gross!" The other twelve year old defended stubbornly. "You cradle robber!"

"Cradle rob— Bitch I am FIVE minutes older than you!"

Hannah shrugged. "I said what I said and I'm not sorry for throwing up on you, you did this to yourself."

Luke huffed, throwing the sponge at her.

"Ew!"

[thevoidisback]

Let me be clear for ya'll out there real quick cuz ya'll need to know smh about me

will do

Asked questions

Rp so put /rp in your ask

QnA any time make sure to put *📝* in there

Smh funny to put a smile on you!

will NOT do

Nsfw 🔞

Proshipping bc that's just wrong

Not talk about my irl self do to insecurity so that will be a red flag

Don't force me to do things I don't like

I will delete your ask if I don't like it

I'll redesign your oc if you pay $10 on cash app so DM me for that because I ain't gonna do it for free!

Please do respect my opinions on what I tell you on my thoughts of your ask because if you don't like then leave

Don't ask for a face reveal it's uncomfortable...same for the age I don't feel comfortable with telling

Don't try any dumbass shit and I mean that literally

About Narrator!

She is literally my self persona of me so of course she has adhd and autism and will probably procrastinate some times because that's how I am most likely....Womp womp I know it sounds lazy of me but bare with me here

I do love candy and chocolate! Personality I enjoy red velvet cupcakes because it's just chocolate dyed red lmao

I do some voice acting for Narrator w/ my irl friends and she honestly loves it because N.V aka Narrator void or just Narrator is actually a UK oc although in irl I was born in Louisiana then move to New Boston so Narrator has a British voice so remember that when she answers your questions

Narrator has control over Void and Silly void but she doesn't really bothers because she wants them to enjoy their void lives however they please

Do remember I have other oc's but I don't pay attention to them unless you ask who are they and I'll show you all of them!

Remember if you have any sad or just feeling down DM because I am a very caring person who will listen but if you want I can do my best to comfort you in any way

I do not have discord no more because I've done a lot of unresponsible things and got in trouble twice bc I let somebody "rp" with me and I fell for two different people and now I'm very uncomfortable that I let it happen without realizing it so I will never again plan to reinstall discord very sorry but not really

I'm very mature so I can handle g0r3, d3∆th, b1o0d, s3lf h∆rm, all that weird or crazy shit but I don't really support any of this type of act in irl so don't do it for content just go to a therapist about it now if it's nsfw or something else I can handle it but I still don't support actually doing it because there are kids on some social platforms plus the nsfw thing is just apart of humanity we can't control the internet so remember that

I dislike Gen Alpha kids it's just I personally think they are annoying af and hard to talk to without having to hear them say/text "skipitbi Gaytt rizz" type shit so you will be blocked immediately by me without no hesitation and if you don't understand why is because I'm a Gen Z girl because I was born in the 2000's when growing up so I'm some what brain rotten but not completely so remember that please and thank you!

I have a lot of different types of music I like listening to as in some: silly, random edit audio TikTok songs, Phonk songs, songs that just hit different, meme related songs, jazz/lofi because it helps me sleep at nights, Fnf songs- just a lot to keep up with

What fandoms I like?

I'll gladly tell ya!!

Fundamental paper education school

Poppy play time!

Lmk!

Pressure (roblox)

Doors (roblox)

Block tales (roblox)

Gacha life/ Gacha club

Sky children of the light

Cult of the lamb (just because of that damn black ram they are just too cute don't blame me!!)

Hellva boss and Hazbin hotel

Dandy's world (cuz I keep seeing this shit everywhere and yes I've seen the game play but I didn't play it myself so stfu!)

Phighting (yes I'm very much aware of this game on roblox and yes I gave it a try with my friend it was fun and I like it wish my computer didn't crash on it womp womp!)

Cookie run kingdom

Regretevator

Friday night funky

Five nights at Freddy

More coming soon if I fine fandoms I like any time soon

Who I am close with?

@unknownartistsmf

-> @out-of-nowhere231 <-

((she doesn't post much but I suggest you look her up...she doesn't have any asked questions also the same do and don't do apply to her as well))

@sam-the-tomboy

That's who I fully trust online sorry @babyevenfromgovacation but idk 'bout you nothing personal just don't fully trust you is all...

Thank you for reading all this! I had to rethink about everything but I do still love ya'll even though I don't know ya'll but stay cool!

Side note: I don't give a fuck how old you are just be honest with me and if your uncomfortable with it then I understand but still just let me know thank you!

This User loves Halloween!

I don't have TikTok because of the dark truth about it so sorry if ya followed me there and yes I do still have roblox but I suggest you just follow my user that way if I'm online you can join faster with me and my friends

Roblox user: Moaldr1278

[alteabellerose]

Anyways I’m playing the first episode of Alain’s route and maybe the other two out now

I wanted to find out if we’d have to break up with Altea to start Helena’s route and I figured the only way to do that without blindly going into Helena’s route is by seeing how they do it w Alain’s

VERY happy to find that it starts from the beginning before MC gets transported to magical fantasy land and therefore we won’t have to break up with Altea or August to start Helena’s or Alain’s route

[crikeygatormate]

Tied Down (Part Three)

Cowboy!Bakugou x AFAB Reader

Summary: You've been trying to become number one for so long, but just when you thought you would become a Champion Reiner, Bakuguo Katsuki steals the spot from beneath your nose and becomes your number one rival. While on the way back to the top you find out there is more to Bakugou than meets the eye.

Omg this chapter was so painful to write, and it took so long aha lmk if I missed any tags :) apologizes this chapter is a lil shorter than my usual, but the next one will be back to the normal length

Warnings: heaving pinning (I spelled that wrong for sure), oral m receiving, hair pulling, some dirty talk, switch dom/ switch sub themes, face-fucking?, mentions that reader has hair, praise, some degrading, grammatical errors

Part Three

Three days went by since your little “incident” with Bakugou, and to say that you were doing a great job at putting it behind you was a lie. You were a bit frazzled, on edge, frayed. It wasn’t obvious, at least you thought you weren’t being obvious until someone caught you hardcore staring at Bakugou while he was swinging around some chick at the bar one night.

“If looks could kill,” a deep southern drawl said from next to you.

You hummed, letting your gaze hold on Bakugou and the girl before turning your attention to Sero who had come up next to you. You were good friends with him, he worked at the local veterinary clinic as a tech. Apparently, he had a knack for putting things back together, and if anyone who had horses knew anything is that they love to find ways to get themselves hurt - so it was a plus you had a friend in the medical field. 

“Think he’s goin’ through his rebound stage,” Sero added as he leaned against the table, and took a hearty sip of his beer.

“No way,” you said quickly, feeling jealously flare in your belly.

Sero raised an eyebrow, “no? What makes ya say that?”

“Because who would want to be with him?” you quickly said with a scoff as you chugged down the rest of your drink.

Sero laughed, “Oh right, of course, you’d think that. You two are always buttin’ heads.”

You chuckled, it felt forced, tight almost, “well he’s a dumbass. Always talkin’ up his game, told him I was gonna take that championship from him.”

Sero nodded, humming as he watched Bakugou toss up the girl before catching her, “well hey, I’m glad you got your spark back. It was tough seein’ you all down, doll.”

You tore your gaze from Bakugou and looked at Sero with a smile, “thanks Sero, it feels good to be back.”

He smiled at you again, watching as you looked back at Bakugou who had dipped the girl he was dancing with and you squeezed your empty glass, clearly upset. “You wanna dance?” Sero asked, setting his beer down on the table.

You blinked, “huh?”

“You wanna dance? I’m not very good at two steppin’ but I’m kinda gathering you wanna dance,” Sero said with a wide smile.

Your face grew hot as he started to chuckle at you, and then you became nervous that he saw that you were watching Bakugou. Did he? You gulped, setting your glass down and trying to play it cool, “oh could you tell? I love to dance,” you said, cringing at how lame that sounded.

Sero huffed still smiling as he nodded and held out his hand, “sure ya do.”

“I do!” you countered as he pulled you onto the dance floor.

“Right,” Sero said lightly as he pulled you close to him and held your hands up. He moved you forward along to the beat of the song, laughing as you stumbled a bit, “don’t tell me you don’t know how to two-step?”

You were fumbling, feeling your heart rate spike as he pushed you towards Bakugou, “huh? No, I mean yes, once, when I was like ten. I’m not good either,” you said nervously.

Sero snorted as flicked his dark eyes towards where you were looking, “surprised no one has taken you dancin’ before.”

You shrugged, “well someone is now.”

Sero grinned, turning his gaze from Bakugou and back to you. You were one of his good friends, always stopping by to drop him off dinner if he needed it, especially if he had one of your foals at the clinic. He knew you pretty well, especially well enough to know that you were acting weird. 

He saw you track Bakugou with your eyes as he moved past you both and he sighed before leaning in, “when were you gonna tell me when your little arch-nemesis became your crush, doll?”

You nearly choked on your spit trying to come up with a lie, but this was Sero and he had a knack for reading you like a book, so you decided to just roll with it, he was right after all, “am I being obvious?”

Sero huffed, grinning again, “like so obvious. You’ve been starin’ at him all night. When did this happen?”

You groaned, briefly squeezing your eyes shut, “it’s embarrassing-”

“Nah, you gotta tell me,” Sero pressed as he quickly twirled you, “don’t leave out the details.”

You scoffed, feeling your face warm again, “okay okay, we got stuck at that fort we made as kids with Izuku and we sort of fooled around, then the roof fell in, and we’ve been pretending nothin’ has even happened since.”

“No way,” Sero whistled, “you’re kiddin’?”

You shook your head, “I’m serious, it just sort of happened it was really great too.” You sighed heavily through your nose, “I don’t know, I just got attached too fast, just last month we hated each other.”

“Seems like you need to talk,” Sero said as he continued to lead you around the dance floor, occasionally glancing towards Bakugou and meeting his vermillion gaze every once and while. “Which you both are shit at.”

You pursed your lips, “thanks Sero.”

“It’s true,” he said with a shrug as the song ended, “just to talk to ‘em.”

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Just talk. 

That should be easy, you were going to see him in about ten minutes at the training clinic you had signed up for. It never hurt to get another opinion from a different trainer after all. More importantly, besides talking to Bakugou you were at the clinic to get better, not just talk. 

You sighed, playing with your reins as you shifted in your saddle. There were about ten other people in the arena you were in waiting for Enji Todoroki to begin the clinic. You glanced around seeing some familiar faces, Shoto Todoroki as well as his older brother who liked to be called Dabi.

Dabi caught your eye and dropped you a wink making you snort as you looked away from him and to the back of the arena where you saw Bakugou getting up on Dynamight. You gulped, hating that you were watching his hands on his reins or that he had decided to wear a stupid muscle tank.

Whatever. 

Bakugou was your rival and maybe he was just trying to make you mess up by wearing a tank. He was sneaky, yeah, maybe this was part of his plan. 

Well…you knew that was bullshit, but you needed to ground yourself and escape your wandering thoughts about him.

“Browbands slipping,” Bakugou’s deep voice came from next to you.

You blinked, glancing towards him to see he was looking at you, lips drawn down into a scowl. “Thanks-”

“Suprised you missed that,” he interrupted.

You narrowed your eyes, suddenly not as interested in him as before once you remembered how annoying he was. “I’ve been distracted,” you said as you leaned forward in your saddle to adjust Cowboy’s browband.

“Can’t let distractions get to you, not if you want to be number one,” Bakugou commented as he rested his hand holding his reins on the horn of his saddle, “probably should just use a one-ear bridle, those look better anyway,” he said as he looked at his bridle, obviously happy with how Dynamight looks.

“Well I like browbands,” you snapped back, “and your reins are twisted, thought you’d notice that bein’ number one and all.”

Bakugou quickly looked down at his reins and frowned as he flipped his reins and scoffed. That pissed him off.

You smiled about to say something snide about how lame he looked riding in a muscle tank, but Enji Todoroki came out into the middle of the arena, looking just about as intimidating as he always does. He was always frowning and had the most intense eyes you’ve seen on just about anyone. Not to mention, he was stupid tall, huge, and could easily wrestle a cow to the ground. 

“Start loping, wanna see how you all move, then we’ll each do a run. Once we’re done I’ll give ya your critics and we go again,” Enji said as he folded his arms over his chest. 

You nodded and got behind Bakugou as you all started to lope around the arena. It was so stupidly annoying that you managed to catch feeling so incredibly fast. You frowned as you sat up in your saddle allowing yourself to gain some speed to pass Bakugou. 

As Cowboy moved past Dynamight you glanced at Bakugou to see him rolling his eyes at you, clearly offended that you decided to move past him.

Whatever he was so dramatic.

You glanced back at him over your shoulder, narrowing your eyes as he rolled his spur up into Dynamights side, urging his stallion past you. You almost let out an audible gasp at the nasty glare he shot up when he passed you.

So maybe you don’t need to talk to him after all, it’s pretty clear that he’s annoyed with you like he’s always been. That was fine. 

However the more you thought about how Bakugou left you high and dry the more bitter you grew. You sighed heavily, not really paying attention to where you were riding or the fact you were about to run into Bakugou who had come to a stop.

A sharp shout from Bakugou snapped you out of your sulking and you jolted making Cowboy come to a rough stop. 

“Geez,” Dabi said from behind you, whistling as you tried to keep your cool, “better wake up, doll or Enji is gonna get on yer ass.”

You huffed, clearly very irritated now as you looked towards Enji who was watching you through narrowed eyes. 

“Okay, that’s enough, Bakugou you go first,” Enji said as he motioned for the rest of the group to move off to the side. 

Bakugou seemed pleased to be first, of course. Which only made you more irritated as you watched him start his run. Honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you watched him actually ride. 

You watched him, somewhat jealous at his perfect form and the fact that his seat in the saddle was so good. The way he moved with Dynamight was almost like they were one, and you could see once more why Bakugou was number one. 

As Bakugou started his spins you ran your hand along the side of Cowboy's neck, brushing your fingers through his long black mane, becoming sort of entranced by Bakugou’s riding. 

“You in your head?” Dabi said from next to you.

You almost jumped at the sudden intrusion in your thoughts again. “No, I’m fine,” you said as you glanced at Dabi next to you. 

Dabi was smiling at you, almost baring his teeth in a threatening way you thought. He’s been at the bottom of the pack when it came to competing, which you noticed he never seemed to care too much. But this year he seemed different, more driven to win which meant you had another person to deal with this year. Not that you were worried too much about Dabi. 

But that didn’t mean you couldn't stop watching your back, keeping focused, and Bakugou - who had now just come to his final slide - was getting in the way. He was in your way. It was dumb to even think that you could pursue something with him, and even more dumb to allow yourself the chance to like him. 

You didn’t have time for that. You needed to focus on being number one. In fact, it was now your turn to do your run and you felt confident and ready. You passed Bakugou, not sparing him a glance as you made your way to the middle of the arena and started your pattern.

Cowboy was especially keen on your newfound confidence and was picking up your cues on his sides almost perfectly. His lead changes were seamless and for once you felt that your hands were as soft as they could ever get. As you finished your pattern you even noticed Enji give you a slight nod, which was a lot for him to do, and that made you proud

You were proud of yourself, just in the span of a few hours you had gotten over those little annoying sparks you felt towards Bakugou, and you felt back on track. No more glowering about your past or worrying about the future. In fact, you didn’t even care that Dabi was making his way over to you, with his horse trailing behind him by his lead rope.

“Well, I gotta hand it to you, you’ve gotten a lot better,” Dabi said as he tied his horse next to yours and pulled a peppermint out of the back pocket of his jeans. It was pretty much crushed but he didn’t seem to care as he tore open the flimsy plastic and poured the peppermint dust into the palm of his hand. 

You watched as he stuck his hand under his stallion's nose and let him lick up the peppermint crumbs. His horse tossed his head a few times, obviously happy with his treat, but you were more concerned as to why Dabi was paying attention to you.

In the few years, you’ve gotten to know him, he’s always been a hard ass. Cold and calculated and definitely someone who could be scary just in general. He’s pretty well rounded in riding too, he’s very well known in team roping with his partner Shigaraki, who you have yet to meet…not that you’d like to after hearing some rumors. 

“Thanks,” you finally said after a painful amount of time, “you looked good too, think you’ll beat Shouto this year?”

Dabi’s eyes flashed with anger, but he recovered quickly by laughing, it was dry, “we’ll see, little brothers always been dad’s favorite. It’d be a shame to see him win though, don’t think the world needs more bald-faced horses.”

You snorted, having to agree with that statement. Shouto rode a bay horse with a bald face, meaning his stallion’s whole face was white and paired with striking blue eyes. Lots of people love bald faces on their horses, but you were never a big fan. “Well, can’t say I disagree.”

Dabi nodded, leaning against the pole his horse was tied to, he opened his mouth to say something, but Bakugou and Enji came into view and apparently were walking towards you both. He narrowed his eyes before untying his horse and gave you a tip-lipped smile as he turned on his heel and left without a word. 

Everyone and their brother knew Dabi hated his dad, you never knew why, but you honestly didn’t want to ask.

“Y/n,” Enji began as he clapped you rather roughly on the shoulder, “you looked rather professional today, looks like you’ve really put in some work recently.”

You smiled up at Enji, it was tight. He had always rubbed you the wrong way a little bit. There was somethin’ about him that you couldn’t put your finger on, sort of like with Dabi. They just seemed off. Except for Shouto, he seemed pretty normal aside from his blunt comments. “Thanks.”

“Maybe you’ll knock this one from his top spot, I doubt it though,” Enji said with a humorless laugh as he elbowed Bakugou rather roughly in the bicep. 

Your gaze slid to Bakugou who rolled his eyes and huffed, clearly irritated to even be in your presence it seemed. “Well, I think you should bet on it, sir,” you said rather firmly to Enji as you pat Cowboy’s side, “no one stays number one forever.”

Enji nodded, “that is true, took me a while, but I did knock your uncle from his spot at number one.” He nodded again at you, perhaps seeing you in a newer light than he did before, he gave you one last calculated look before smacking Bakugou on the back and leaving. He was a man of few words for sure.

You wrinkled your nose, obviously irritated now as well as you pulled off Cowboy’s saddle pad and headed to the tack room, unaware that Bakugou was trailing behind you with his hands stuffed in his pockets. 

Once you got into the room you set your pad down on a free rack to dry it. When you turned to leave, you then realized that Bakugou had followed you into the tack room, shut the metal door behind him, and locked it.

He was leaning against the door, looking rather passive as he folded his arms over his chest. He was clenching his jaw, glaring down at you with very obvious irritation that had grown in the past few minutes.

“Can I help you?” you asked rather bluntly, trying not to look at the way you could see his pecs through his muscle tee or that one of them twitched when he scoffed.

“You didn’t have to say that to Enji,” Bakugou said rather roughly, using the sole of his boot to push himself off the door.

“It’s not like you haven’t said anything snarky to other trainers about me,” you shot back, trying to stand up straighter as he approached you, “honestly surprised you’re even talking to me now,” you blurted, and immediately recoiled at your own words.

“Whadda ya mean by that?” Bakugou quipped, pushing himself into your space.

You gulped, feeling some nerves start to tumble in your belly as you stared up into his scarlet eyes. Some sentences ran through your thoughts but they either sounded like you were about to try to contradict his question or bring up what happened between you two. Both options were terrible so you clenched your jaw and looked away from him.

“Of course,” Bakugou huffed, rolling his eyes.

“Of course?” you shot back, quickly finding your voice. “What do you mean by that?”

“I’m just not surprised you’re actin’ like this, all childish. Thought we were past that,” Bakugou answered evenly. 

Your eyes widened at his comment, “Childish? Me? What about you? Comin’ and tellin’ me that I can’t win number one with a crooked brow band?”

“Then you went ahead and made your comment about my reins then took off, it’s just typical of you. Shoulda knew better-”

“Should have known better for what?” you interrupted, taking a threatening step towards him as you prepared to jab your finger in between his pecs, “you think somethin’ changed between us, Katsuki? Seems like you might have, huh?”

Bakugou blinked, letting his facade break for a moment before he regained his composure, but you were too fast, already talking before he could speak.

“Just because we fooled around and had a little kumbaya in that cabin, doesn’t mean anything,” you hissed, narrowing your eyes as your pointer finger jabbed into his left pec, you almost lost your composure when he flexed it under your touch.

“Oh I think it meant something,” Bakugou said as he shook his head, just seconds away from snatching your wrist in his hand, “you think I didn’t see you starin’ daggers at that girl I was dancin’ with last weekend?”

You gaped, clearly caught off guard. Honestly, you didn’t think you were that obvious, but you recovered quickly, “I was just admiring her boots, I need a new pair,” you said as you wiggled your foot, causing your spurs to click.

“She was wearin’ pink boots, princess, don’t think that’d fit your style,” Bakugou said, his lips quirking up into a smirk as he looked towards your tack, it was clear that you like to have Cowboy accented in blue, not pink. 

Your heart fluttered a little at his comment. He paid attention to the color scheme you used for riding, which wasn’t a lot but it was something. Your shoulders relaxed and you sighed, finding the fire in you start to cool

Bakugou hummed, taking a step forward as he began subtly herding you to the back corner of the tack room, “thought so.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, feeling your back hit the wall, “what do you want, Katsuki? Clearly, it’s something because you locked us both in here.”

Bakugou shrugged as he placed his hand by your head, blocking your view and escaping to the door. “You don’t know?”

You knew. 

Well sort of, you didn’t want to assume anything, but given the position he had you in, he clearly wanted something from you. Which made you roll your eyes, was he expecting you to return the favor to say? “No, I don’t,” you said with a scowl.

“Aw c’mon, princess, don’t give me that pout,” Bakugou said as he brought his free hand up to pinch your cheek.

Your temper flared again as you smacked his hand away, getting more irritated by his growing ego, and confidence. 

However, it was confidence that he has never had with you, in fact, as you watched him smirk down at you, you realized that someone must be helping him too. Being his Sero. The only person you knew who used the word ‘pouty’ was Kirishima, and you knew Bakugou was a smart guy, but pouty has never once been in his vocabulary. 

“Oh Katsuki,” you snickered, shaking your head as you suddenly felt less small.

“What?” Bakugou said, his voice deepening with frustration.

You shrugged pushing off from the wall and placing your hands on his lower abdomen, making his breath hitch. “Kirishima liked to use that word a lot - pouty.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, “so what, I hang out with shitty hair a lot, I pick up on things.”

“Do you?” you asked, suddenly feeling the power shift between you both as Bakugou’s hand slipped from next to your head and landed at his side. You grinned again as you curled your fingers into the big buckle on his belt.

Bakugou nodded, trying to remain level-headed, “what are you doing?”

You scoffed, “this is obviously what you wanted, for me to return the favor-”

“I don’t want that,” Bakugou quickly interrupted.

“Then what was this whole act, huh?” you asked as you waved your hand around, “and that makes it pretty obvious too,” you said as you glanced down at the bulge in the front of his jeans.

“I just, fuck, I don’t know how to talk to you, princess,” Bakugou said, not taking his eyes off your hands as they undid his belt.

“Could start with somethin’ nice,” you said with a grin as you place his belt on the empty saddle rack next to you. 

Bakugou rolled his eyes, “like you weren’t havin’ the same problem.”

You frowned as you yanked at his zipper, “so? It was your turn to talk first-”

“I made the first move last time,” Bakugou snapped, as he brought his hand to the top of your head and pushed his fingers into your hair.

You winced as he harshly tugged at your hair, tangling it between his fingers, making you bare your teeth. Even though you both probably should talk, in fact, you needed to talk and figure out what the hell was going on between you, the only thing you were focused on was making him squirm.

“You’re so annoying,” you hissed as you yanked his jeans open and sank down to your knees in front of him, hating how easily you were drawn into him. It was terrible how much you had grown to like him, and no matter how much you tried to convince yourself you didn’t need to get distracted by him, you were. 

“Fuck, you look good, princess,” Bakugou said, his deep voice breathy as he shivered when you snapped the band of his boxers against his skin.

“There’s that compliment I was lookin’ for,” you said with a lazy smile as you leaned forward and ran your tongue over the outline of his cock straining against his boxers.

Bakugou sucked in a breath, tightening his hold on your hair as you curled your fingers under the elastic of his boxers and pulled them down, “shit,” he hissed, as you looked up at him.

“Gonna tell me somethin’ nice again?” you asked as you tried your hardest to keep your composure.

Bakugou bared his teeth, "only if you earn it."

"Earn it?" you repeated, shaking your head as you lightly grabbed his dick, and letting a glob of your spit drop from your mouth. You ran your thumb over the head of his dick, smearing your spit against it as he let out a deep groan.

"Shit," Bakugou hissed, bringing his free hand up to the wall next to him and curling it into a fist as he watched you run your tongue along the underside of his dick.

You smiled, swirling your tongue under the head before pushing it past your lips and instantly pulling off, "gonna say something nice now, Katsuki?"

Bakugou was gritting his teeth, glaring down at you as his composure broke, "fuck, quit teasin'."

"Teasin'? I'm not doin' that," you said with a loose smile as you kissed his tip quickly, "just bein' nice, you know you get back what you put out-"

"Fuckin' tired of you runnin' that damn mouth," Bakugou growled, glancing back at the door, "open."

That small time you felt you had the upper hand quickly disappeared as Bakugou bullied his way into your mouth, making you almost gag around his dick.

"Good girl, there ya go," Bakugou said, grinning as you sunk your nails into the flesh of his thighs. "You look fuckin' pretty with your lips around my dick."

You let out a whimper, clearly happy that he decided to actually say something nice to you. Sero's words briefly rang in your thoughts but were quickly pushed away when Bakugou began moving in and out of your mouth and keeping you still by tightening his hold on your hair.

"You like this huh?" Bakugou cooed as he wiped one of your tears with his thumb, "like bein' a good girl for me?"

A warbled whine escaped you as you tried your best to open your throat for him. You wanted to be good for Bakugou, no matter how much he irritated you.

He was starting to whine above you, pupils were blown as he watched you take his dick so well. The number of times he's imagined you on your knees in front of him was too much to count, but now you were, lookin' all pretty and submissive in front of him.

"Ah fuck," he moaned, which was followed by your name.

He was starting to push you harder, making his movements more aggressive, not like you cared. The only thing that you cared about was seeing him come undone before you. In fact you needed it.

There was something so pretty in seeing Bakugou whine and writhe as you let him fuck your face. See his pretty skin get all flushed pink and red, smell his body wash against your nose, and taste him, he was sweet, addicting.

God, he was moaning your name like a prayer that only you could answer, and it made you want him even more. You wanted to hear him cry out your name while you rode him, or while he took you from behind.

It was almost shameful how much you were attracted to your rival right now, someone you were supposed to be hell-bent on beating, but as you watched him tip his head back, see his Adam's apple bob while he let out another heavy growl, you didn't care he was your rival.

Just like you didn't at the cabin.

"God, fuck, s-so fuckin' pretty," Bakugou groaned as his hips started to stutter, "you gonna swallow?" he quickly asked before you both let out a whimper together.

"Yeah you better," he hissed as he yanked you closer to him by your hair again.

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked up at him, opening your mouth more as he stilled, letting out a low groan as he came. You tried your best to swallow most, but you could feel it rolling down the sides of your mouth.

A few moments passed and Bakugou pulled out, lazily watching as your spit and his cum string from your mouth. "shit," he sighed.

You licked your lips as you watched him quickly pull up his boxers and jeans. You were still a little stunned from what just happened to move until he was pulling you up.

"Got a little," Bakugou began, his face flushing pink as he used his thumb to wipe his cum off the side of your mouth.

Your face heated up as he pushed his thumb between your lips, allowing you to lick it off before he pulled his hand back, "thanks."

Bakugou nodded, letting his eyes drop from yours down to your parted lips. He looked like he was going to lean in until the doorknob jiggled and then flung open to reveal Denki in the doorway, who had the spare set of keys in his hand.

"Didn't you hear me knocking? Been tryna tell ya that Dynamight got loose! Looks like he got kicked in the leg too. Bakugou, it's not lookin' great," Denki said quickly, panting as he looked between you both.

"What?" Bakugou said, quickly moving away from you and towards Denki, "the hell happened?"

"Dunno," Denki said trailing off as his golden gaze zeroed in on your swollen lips and tear-stained cheeks. "Uh-"

"Quit starin'," Bakugou snapped, shoving his friend out of the doorway of the tack room. He turned his head to look at you before leaving, "see ya at your next lesson?"

"Lesson? Thought I said I wasn't comin' back," you said with a raised brow.

"I'm not really giving you an option, princess," Bakugou said, shooting you a half-smile before quickly leaving the tack room in search of his stallion.

[siphoklansan]

HELLO HI THANK YOU FOR YOUR REPLY!💖

Here’s a quick reference to Chong Kraben (or Jong Kraben). And, you’re absolutely right. It’s actually spelled “Chong Kraben”, but since I’m Thai myself, I usually translate Thai words in to an English spelling myself without relying on google😭🙏

The reason I wrote “Jong Kraben” is because the letter จ in โจง (Jong) is “J”— so I wasn’t expecting it to be spelled with a “CH” at all. Otherwise it’s be โชงกระเบน (but then that would sound like Shong Kraben? Thai is hard so I give up😔 don’t worry about spelling or butchering Thai words because I, as a Thai person, do it too </3) Anyway, this is a mistake on my part for not writing the correct spelling for the Thai word i deeply apologize🥲.

ANYWAY- BACK TO THE (horrible) REFERENCE SHEET!

Anan and Charin don’t wear Chong Kraben. They wrap a towel around their waist like in the first and second photo! I just realized that I’ve never made a character sheet for them (since I’ve never expected any fanarts of them at all whoops💀) and that Charin’s towel is barely visible in his character introduction post. Another mistake on my part, super sorry.😭

Also, I’ve looked through most (if not all) of the photos on google on Chong Kraben and yeah, they’re pretty accurate so don’t worry about drawing them wrong🫶

Chong Kraben is actually a long piece of fabric, wrapped around your waist and tied into pants (I explained it weirdly, I know, but I’ll add a video down below to show you how Chong-Kraben works!)

That said, if you find a Chong Kraben photo that looks odd (as in they look like they’re pre made), don’t worry, it’s a normal thing. Most children wear pre-made Chong Kraben. However, most people just get a towel (or a big piece of fabric) and make the Chong Kraben themselves. The fabric are usually silks!

There are a few (or many, but I do know some) ways to tie a Chong Kraben— but here’s a common one. However, this method needs a belt (some don’t).

(here’s an update— my dumbass just searched what the towel is called in English and it’s called a sash. My dumbass strikes once again BUT IN MY DEFENSE I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT IT’S CALLED IN THAI EITHER SO-)

Here are some examples on the sashes! You can search ผ้าผูกเอว if you wanna see more photos💖

Anan and Charin don’t have Chong Kraben on so don’t worry about drawing it. BUT Pin-Cha wears them (with a belt made of jewels, no less) so if you want to draw Pin-Cha in the future, lmk so I can quickly whip up a proper reference sheet!!🫶✨

I assume you got the Chong Kraben part on Pin-Cha’s little fun-fact design sjifjusbhcjisiidnu but yeah, dw about it the other two boys don’t wear em! I mentioned that the way people tie the sashes look a little similar to the knots on (some) Chong Kraben, sorry if there’s any misunderstanding I’m not very good with words myself🥹🙏

As you can see from the reference photos, there are many and creative ways to tie a sash- much as how to tie your own Chong Kraben. But thank you, and I mean it, thank you for asking me about this! It’s okay to not know something, what matters is that you are willing to learn/find info about it without coming off as disrespectful💪✨ i don’t mind asking questions like these at all so feel free to ask me more!

This is the LONGEST POST I’VE WRITTEN IN THE HISTORY OF MY OWN BLOG😧 I’m pretty sure that what I’m typing here probably doesn’t make sense because my brain is a jumbled mess. I suck at explaining things😭 I completely understand your concern on drawing it right or not though because I would be too💀 especially when I’m drawing things that are not from my culture.

I’ll drop by with a proper reference sheet soon! I’m back to being busy again and I suck at time management so let’s see if “soon” is actually true😭 THANK YOU AGAINNNNN💖🥹

PERMISSION TO DRAW THIS PLEASE I’LL TAG YOU (for the delicious brainrot you gave me)😭🙏✨✨

To draw the birthing of a conch after 9 months of pregnancy or to draw Paulie taking Pin-cha over to NRC? (Joking, I'm pretty sure you mean Paulie... right?) Go right ahead! I'm completely fine with anyone using my twst ocs (that are apart of dorms/based off disney characters) but definitely would love to be tagged so I can see it!

(Though it it's actually just Pin-cha bringing in dirt, of course you can. I don't really feel claim/ownership over general ideas. The only things I would want tagging/ownership of is my ocs. Oh what if it's the sitting at Azul's desk part? What if Pin-cha's so short that you can barely see his head with the desk in the way?)

Oh I've gotten like halfway through with the comic I'm making that has Anan and Charin in it. I was going to message you in regards to the Jong-kra-ben but realized with how I've drawn so far, that I don't think there's enough of it shown to actually worry if I've gotten it right. Though since you are messaging, may I ask if they both wear a Jong-kra-ben? (Crap I'm hoping I'm remembering how that's spelled exaclty) I've looked it up but I'm uncertain if Google was actually showing me the right thing as it was also showing results for like a Chong-kraben or something of similar spelling... plus the article that explained how to wear it looked different to your drawings.

Do you already have some drawings or reference images in regards to that type of clothing? Sadly my american schooling has basically taught me nothing when it comes to the world outside of America.. Uhhmm you can answer this in your own post or reblogging if you do want to answer my question regarding Jong-kra-ben. You don't have to answer if you don't want to. Though answers regarding to at least if they wear the same thing or not would be nice as I'm clueless.

Here's a link to Paulie's ref/post so you don't have to hunt him down!

[cryonme]

𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐕

PART FIVE- “Just Because They’re Not Here Doesn’t Mean They Stopped Being Wonderful.”

part one here

part two here

part three here

part four here

short series- jj maybank x kook!reader

word count- 4.3k

tw- guns, knives, mentions of weed, stabbing, swearing, mentions of death, fluff 😊, angst 👿, mentions of murder, fighting, drinking, mentions of stitches and hospitals. lmk if I missed anything

a/n- don’t u all love how I said this was gonna be a “short” series and now we’re at 19.2k words total and five parts? and not even done yet? lol. anyway, this chapter is a fucking rollercoaster of emotions and shit gets really real really fast so hold onto your hats, grab some popcorn, and happy reading!

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“Wait, what the fuck?”

Your friends all stared at you with wide eyes, mouths agape. JJ’s grip tightened on your thigh, you winced a little but he didn’t let up, which you were glad he didn’t.

“Wait, your mom is dead?” John B asked, earning a smack on the back of the head from Sarah.

“You had a sister?!” Pope explained, confusion plastered on his face. “I thought that was just a ru- OW!” A smack from Kiara.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Yeah.”

“You think you know a person then all of the sudden she has a dead mom and sister who were killed by her step brother that you didn’t know about.” John B said, a hint of humor in his voice.

“This isn’t funny, John B.” Sarah scolded.

“It’s fine, Sarah.” You assured your friend. “Look, I know I’m a shit friend for not telling you guys things about my life. Tyler, the abortion, my mom and sister. And I’ll work on getting better at it but all of that isn’t important right now, okay?” You looked between John B and Pope, waiting expectedly before they both nodded and backed off.

“What makes you say that, (Y/n)?” Kie asked you, fully turning her attention to you.

“Well when- um, when Tyler showed up at my house that day,” You swallowed your fear, sitting up straight and taking a deep breath. “When Tyler showed up at my house that day, he said ‘I did everything I could to get my mom to marry your dad. My mom doesn’t know, but what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, and now you’re ruining everything with your fat fucking mouth.’”

The room was silent. Nobody really knew what to make out of all of this, all this time you had come off so unbothered, like your life was picture perfect and there was never a dark cloud in your sky. Everything that had happened the past couple of weeks came out of nowhere for the group of friends, especially JJ, John B and Pope, who didn’t even know you had a step brother. But when the three thought back on it, they never really asked.

After about a minute of everyone sitting in shock, Sarah spoke up, “Well, we need to tell your dad and Christine, right?’

You shook your head, “Not until I have enough proof. The entire island’s eyes are on me right now and if I’m wrong I make a fool of myself. I know this is gonna sound really stupid but, I need to find Tyler.”

“No.” JJ protested, his voice sharp.

“You’re right, (Y/n). That does sound stupid.” Pope agreed.

“Super stupid.” John B chimed in.

“I love you, but I have never heard more stupid words leave your mouth.” Kiara said.

“Guys, maybe hear her out.” Sarah said.

Kie whipped her head to the side, looking at the blonde girl in bewilderment. “Seriously? I’m not listening to you when all you seem to do is put (Y/n) in more danger.”

“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know what the fuck to do!” “You tell someone, dumbass!”

“Jesus, you two! Shut the fuck up!” You interjected, standing up and stomping your foot, ignoring the shooting pain going up your leg.

“I came here because I need help, not to sit here and be judged and have you two fight with each other. Kie, lay off. I begged Sarah not to say anything until I was ready, and promised not to go home until I said something, okay? And you two.” You gestured to John B and Pope, “Telling me I’m stupid for something that I haven’t even explained yet is a little premature. Can we all fucking focus?” You had your time to cry and allow yourself to be broken, but now it was time to get shit done.

Kie shrunk in her seat, muttering a half assed “Sorry” under her breath and crossing her arms. John B and Pope nodded, both boys looking down at their shoes. You sat back down and JJ’s hand returned to its rightful spot on your thigh.

“Now, just, listen to me for a second. We,” You put the emphasis on that word so everyone would be a little bit more open to the idea, “Need to find Tyler so we can somehow record a confession from him. I’ll rile him up, and once I get the confession we get the fuck out. Got it?”

“How the fuck are you gonna find him? Even the Sheriff's department can’t find him.” Sarah said.

“Right,” You responded, “First thing to consider, the police are incompetent, especially here. They probably looked at my house and his job before giving up.”

JJ chuckled, shaking his head as he listened to you talk in awe.

“Second thing to consider, I have his number. I can ask him to meet up and talk it out.”

“The more you talk, the more I really don’t like this plan.” JJ muttered, raking his fingers through his hair.

“The more you talk, the more I wanna kick your teeth in.” You smiled sweetly, “This is the only way.” You tried pulling a joke, but JJ’s face remained concerned, so your face fell and you leaned into him. “I’ll be okay, JJ. I’ve been dealing with Tyler for years, okay?”

JJ nodded, taking a deep breath before pulling away from you.

“So what can we do?”

“Wherever I meet up with Tyler, I need you all to be on standby. Someone on lookout, someone hiding near me just in case things go south, and someone waiting in the vam.”

Everyone agreed in unison, nodding their heads. “Anything we can to get this asshole put away.” John B said, giving you an encouraging smile.

+

After going over a few details, and finally sending the text to Tyler that you wanted to meet up, the pogues dispersed around the chateau. Pope was talking Sarah’s ear off about the latest book he had just finished while she politely listened and even threw in a couple of her own thoughts, John B and Kie playfully jabbed long sticks at each other, and JJ stood on the porch, watching you swing by yourself on the hammock, lost in thought. He was trying to decide if he should approach you, or give you space. Just then you turned your head and made eye contact with the blond boy, a soft smile on your face, your signature red lipstick back where it belongs.

Fuck space.

He bounded down the stairs and made his way over to you on the hammock, plopping down next to you. Neither of you said anything for a couple minutes, there wasn’t much to say.

“I was 14.” You said, breaking the silence, causing JJ’s head to turn towards you. He stayed silent as you continued.

“Hit and run.” You laughed bitterly. “My little sister was 12. We were finally getting to the point where we didn’t fight everyday, we were becoming friends. She had just started asking me for advice about boys and was always asking to have sleepovers.” You smiled, remembering your little sister fondly. “It still hurts. It’ll always hurt, I think. But, I’ve learned I can’t change what happened, and I try to be thankful for the time I had with her. I would say she probably wouldn’t want me to be sad, but that’s not true, she loved attention.” JJ laughed with you this time.

“What’s her name?” JJ asked.

“Layla.” You responded, her name feeling weird on your tongue. You hadn’t said her name in years. “And my mom, gosh there was no one like my mom.” JJ wasn’t asking, but you were telling.

“She just always understood, you know? She’d let me stay home if my mind was taking over, she continued to buy the ice cream I told her was my favorite when I was 7, I didn’t have the heart to tell her I didn’t like it anymore.” You frowned, staring at your hands. “Christine is great, I love her with everything in me. But sometimes I wish she was in my life under different circumstances.”

JJ nodded in understanding, taking his hand in yours and pressing a lingering kiss to it. “They sound wonderful.”

“They are- were.”

JJ shook his head, “Just because they’re not here doesn’t mean they stopped being wonderful.”

You yanked JJ’s hand so his arm wrapped around your shoulder and you leaned into him, earning a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

“You’re sweet, princess.” You teased, using the nickname that you would use when the two of you fought.

“Tell anyone and you’re dead meat, baby.”

You laughed, resting your head on his chest. “What changed your mind about me?” You asked, biting your bottom lip.

JJ thought for a moment, mulling over his words to avoid saying the wrong thing.

“I never changed my mind.”

Your heart dropped as you began to pull away, feeling embarrassed.

“Uh uh uh, let me finish.” JJ pulled you back against him and you huffed. “I never changed my mind because I’ve felt this way about you all along. I’ve never had such strong feelings for a person before, so when you came along I mistook all of the signs as hatred. My mom left and my dad…” JJ trailed off for a moment, trying to put together his words in the least concerning way possible, “My dad takes his anger out on me. And I just never really learned how to receive love, or how to understand it.”

Your heart sank at JJ’s words. All those times he’d show up to the Chateau with bruises and scrapes, telling everyone to fuck off instead of boasting about how he “totally kicked that kooks ass”, it was his dad.

“JJ-”

“Mmm, let’s not do that now, yeah? Just know I’ve adored you this whole time, I was just too stupid to see it.”

“When did you change your mind about me?” JJ asked.

You pondered for a moment, thinking back on when you first started thinking of JJ differently.

“That night at the Boneyard, when Tyler showed up. I was dancing with Pope and all I could think was, ‘I need JJ’, and then there you were. I didn’t want you to ever leave my side again. When you took me back to the Chateau and sat me down on the couch, I was confused because I felt so safe and loved, more than I ever have. It was so out of the blue. Hours before we had just been screaming at each other and then I never wanted you to let me go.”

“You’re making this really hard, Red.” JJ huffed, running a hand over his face.

“What?” You asked craning your neck to look up at him.

“Not kissing you.”

You sat up from your position on his chest, turning your body so you were facing each other, your legs hanging off one side of the hammock and his off the other.

“Then kiss me.”

“(Y/n)...”

“What, scared?”

JJ didn’t say anything, he just looked at you. You had that striking red grin, and your eyes held that glint of mischief and joy.

“You were just inconsolable like, an hour ago.”

“But I’m not now.”

“I-”

“Please, JJ.” You pouted, your eyes big and your frown deep as you slowly reached for him.

And he couldn’t say no to that face.

He slowly brought his hand up to cradle the side of your neck, his thumb resting on your cheek as his face slowly leaned into yours, his hand softly pulling you closer by the neck. You brought one hand up to the back of his neck, burying your fingers in his hair as his other hand found its place on your waist. You stared at each other for a moment, noses barely touching. Your heart was beating so fast you felt like it was about to crawl out of your throat, the anticipation was driving you crazy but you were also cherishing every second of it, just being so close to him, knowing what’s about to happen.

His lips just barely brushed over yours and your entire body erupted in butterflies, goosebumps dancing all up and down your arms and legs.

“You fucker.” You teased and JJ giggled before fully planting his lips on yours. You felt like you had been on fire and had been dumped into an ice bath. The relief that covered your entire body and soul was something you had never felt before. You had kissed plenty of people in your lifetime, and nothing had ever compared to the feeling you had kissing JJ.

You pulled away for a moment to catch your breath, but JJ whined and pulled you back into him, bringing you to sit on his lap as he continued to kiss you. You both giggled and broke apart when you nearly toppled out of the hammock, JJ’s hands immediately steadying you. He looked up at you while stroking your cheekbone with his thumb before planting soft kisses to your arm, trailing his lips up to your shoulder, neck, cheek and finally one last sweet kiss on your lips.

“Well it’s about goddamn time!” John B yelled as the rest of the pogues whooped and hollered, jumping up and down. Both of you flipped off your friends and JJ kissed you once more, your middle fingers still in the air.

“You’re fucking incredible.” JJ muttered once you broke yet another kiss.

“I know.” You smirked.

Once JJ helped you off the hammock, with a lot of wincing and you telling him his kissing made your bruised lip hurt, you made your way back over to your friends, an unmistakable feeling of joy filling everyone’s hearts.

John B handed you and JJ a beer, which you had to decline because of your concussion, much to your dismay, but you gladly took the joint that Kie offered you, blowing out the smoke into JJ’s mouth before taking the hit for yourself. The sun started to set on the Chateau, so Pope and John B set up a fire and Kie brought out her ukulele, her and Sarah singing in harmony to Over the Rainbow by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole. Your heart swelled in your chest listening to JJ quietly singing along with his arm slung around your shoulders, his face was tinted the slightest shade of pink from being in the sun all day, making his eyes look impossibly more blue. You knew tomorrow brought troubles and anxiety, but you pushed them to the back of your mind, enjoying this beautiful moment with your friends. You rested your head on JJ’s shoulder, your hand coming up to hold his that was around your shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on his hand. JJ blushed and squeezed you just a little bit tighter.

“(Y/n), you staying the night?”

You smiled and nodded, your eyes a bit droopy from the weed. You had texted Christine already, telling her you were staying the night and assuring her that everyone was staying the night and you were safe.

“Yes!” Sarah exclaimed, getting up from her spot next to John B. “More beer?” Everyone apart from you nodded as Sarah made her way inside the house to grab more cold beer.

“Aw, well if it isn’t the goonies.”​​

That voice.

Tyler approached the Chateau, Topper, Kelce and Rafe hot on his heels.

Everyone stood up immediately, JJ pushed you behind him without a second thought.

“Heard my baby sister wanted to meet up tonight, thought I’d come to her, spare her the trouble.” Tyler said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You were appreciative of JJ’s protectiveness over you, but this was your fight. “I know what you did, Tyler.” You said, trying your hardest to hide the shakiness in your voice as you pushed JJ out of your way, taking a couple steps forward.

“There she is!” Tyler exclaimed, gesturing his arms to you. “You don’t know shit, dumbass.”

“You killed my mom and sister.”

“Me?” Tyler raised a hand to his chest in shock and turned to his friends, who all shook their heads like you were crazy. “I would never do such a thing.” “You said-”

“Did you hit your head too hard the other day? Sounds to me like you’re making things up.”

He was trying to make you feel crazy, and you weren’t putting up with it.

“What was your plan, huh?” You asked, standing your ground. “Hit my mom and my little sister with your car, devastating my family so my dad could go running into your unknowing mother’s arms. Were you gonna kill all of us next so you could get the money? How exactly did you plan on doing that?”

Tyler’s chest was heaving up and down, sharp breaths coming in and out of his nose.

“Layla was 12 years old, you psychopath.”

“I never meant to kill your fucking sister!”

And there it was. Eerie silence fell over the Chateau like a heavy blanket.

“You motherfucker.” You shrieked, stomping forward and sending your hand flying across his cheek. Before you could even blink, Tyler had his hand around your throat and the barrel of a gun pressed to your jaw. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. You could see the pogues, Kiara with a hand over her mouth and tears in her eyes, hugging Sarah close to her, John B and Pope holding JJ back, his eyes wild with anger and fear. You could see Topper and Kelce with wide eyes, obviously unaware of the gun in your step brother's possession. You could see Rafe with a knowing grin on his face. Bastard.

You were terrified, panic surging through your body as you tried to stay still so you wouldn’t anger him with any sudden movements.

“Any of you even think about moving and I kill her!” He screamed.

“Tyler, put the gun down man, what the fuck?” Topper said, his voice calm, trying to talk him down.

“Fuck you!”

And suddenly Tyler was on the ground, the gun flying into the darkness. JJ wasted no time running to your step brother, grabbing him by his shirt collar and beating his face with his fists. You and Rafe made eye contact before both of you made a break for the gun, scrambling through the darkness. Rafe tackled you down and tried to reach for it, but you kneed him in the crotch, hoping to buy you a couple seconds. The Cameron boy groaned and held his area, toppling over and whining in a fetal position.

“Pussy boy.” You rolled your eyes and crawled toward the gun, smiling once it was in your grip before Rafe pulled you back by your ankle. You flipped over onto your back and pointed the gun at him.

“You don’t have the guts.”

“Self defense, bitch. Now get off of me.”

Rafe backed up with his hands in the air and you made your way back to the group, gun in hand, still pointed at Rafe. Tyler and JJ were going at it, both throwing punches and kicks, the rest of the group fighting off Topper and Kelce.

“Back off my friends or I'll shoot!” You yelled, and everyone stopped and turned to you with your gun pointed at Rafe. The three kooks backed off with their hands up in surrender.

“You won’t shoot me, Little Red.” Tyler said, walking closer to you.

“I will if you try anything.” You responded, taking the gun off of Rafe and shoving him forward so he was still in your eyesight, now pointing it at Tyler.  

“You stay away from her!” JJ yelled, charging towards Tyler but quickly being held back by Rafe and Topper.

Tyler got so close to you that the gun was touching his t-shirt.

Why was he testing you? He had to have something up his sleeve.

The motherfucker literally had something up his sleeve.

Tyler tore a switchblade out of his jacket sleeve and jabbed it into your collarbone, and in the same second you fired the gun.

Your brain felt fuzzy, you couldn’t even feel the knife in your collarbone, the only way you knew it was there was because you could see it sticking out of the corner of your eye.

You heard screams, multiple screams.

Footsteps running away.

Was someone crying?

Were you crying?

Everyone ran to you, JJ leading the group, so he got to you first. He immediately put his hands on your face, frantically searching your eyes before you dropped to your knees, JJ following suit.

“Baby, look at me.” He said firmly. Someone gently took the gun from your hands, why were you still holding it? You brought your hand up to touch the knife, crying out in pain from the smallest touch.

“No, don’t touch it, okay? Leave it alone, paramedics are on their way okay?”

You still didn’t look at him, your eyes were wide as you stared at everyone around you, their faces full of concern.

“She’s in shock.” Pope stated. He was crouched in front of you, next to JJ. “Try to bring her back to reality.”

“How the fuck do I do that?” JJ snapped.

“Chill, JJ! Talk to her, touch her, anything!”

JJ’s left hand continued to cradle your face and you leaned into his touch as his right hand threaded through your hair. “You’re okay, okay? Can you talk to me?” His voice broke, tears beginning to fill his blue eyes.

Your eyes wandered away from the group and landed on Tyler’s body, lifeless. You let out a gasp as if all of the wind had been knocked out of your body.

“I killed him.” You rasped.

JJ quickly moved in front of the body, blocking your view of him. Your breathing was shallow as you brought your hands up to your neck, trying to claw at the skin to make way for you to breathe. Pope’s hands gently grabbed yours, moving them away from your neck and holding them in your lap. JJ gave him a thankful nod and he situated himself in front of you.

“Christine-” Your body flooded with guilt and sadness for your stepmom, that was her son. He may have done unspeakable things to you and her family but that was her son. And you killed him.

“Hey, hey, hey. Shhh,” JJ was quick to stop the terrible thought. “You had to, okay? She’ll understand. Just focus on me, baby.”

You nodded and squeezed Pope’s hands, focusing your eyes on JJ’s.

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl. Just a couple more minutes, okay?”

You nodded again. The pain in your collarbone was beginning to worsen as your shock wore off and you whimpered.

Great, you thought, another fucking injury to make my life even better.

Really your whole body hurt, your concussion and bruises worsening and stitches ripping open from Rafe tackling you to the ground.

“It hurts.” You whine, a single tear escaping from your eye, JJ wiped it before it could run down your face. “I know.” He whispered. “I know, my love, I’m so sorry.” He rested his forehead on yours, trying his best to give you as much comfort as he could without pulling you against him and driving the blade further in.

“Fuck, you guys. We didn’t get a recording.” Kie said, slapping her palm against her forehead. You removed one hand from Pope’s and worked through your pain and brought your phone out of your back pocket, tossing it on the ground, not having enough strength to hand it to her.

John B picked it up and smiled, your phone had been recording the entire time, starting just a minute after Tyler made himself known at the Chateau.

“(Y/n), you magnificent kook.” John B said, giving your arm a squeeze. You had moved your forehead to rest on JJ’s shoulder, your body posed awkwardly to avoid the knife being touched, one hand still in Pope’s.

Everyone was relieved, but the dead body in their presence and the knife in your body made it hard to be completely relieved. Once the paramedics and police arrived, JJ had to release you from his hold, watching the paramedics put you on the gurney and load you in the back of the ambulance, by yourself, for the second time.

Kiara and Pope were talking to the police, showing them the proof on your phone and the gun and walking them through everything that happened while JJ watched the ambulance drive away, as soon as it was out of sight he broke down, John B quick to pull his friend into his arms, Sarah gently leaned her head on his back, her hand coming up to stroke his back

“She doesn’t deserve any of this.” JJ cried, holding onto his best friend. He knew you were gonna be okay, the paramedics said the knife would be easy to remove and they could stitch up the wound easily, but he was worried about you. You would never be the same.

“She doesn’t.” John B agreed.

“I just want her to be okay.”

“I know, bubba, me too.” John B replied, his own tears brimming in his eyes, “She will be.”

JJ could feel Sarah shaking against him, her tears wetting his shirt and he unravelved in arm from John B to bring her into the hug. “Get in here, kook princess.” JJ teased through his tears. Pope and Kiara soon joined the group hug, comforting their friends through touch.

“What did Shoupe say?” JJ asked once they all pulled away, wiping at his tears.

“They said (Y/n)’s okay, a very obvious case of self defense, but they’re still going to ask her a couple questions once she’s of sound mind.” Pope answered and Kiara nodded.

“Thank God.” Sarah breathed out and JJ’s shoulders relaxed in relief, one less thing to worry about.

“Well why are we all just standing here?” John B asked after a couple moments of silence. “Let’s go see our girl.”

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“I am still meeeeee you are still youuuuu” I couldn’t get that damn song out of my head while I was writing this

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hi lovely hana!! can i place a prompt request? how does #42. “i don’t want to be friends— we could never be just friends.” + tsukishima sound?

thank youu!! and if this one doesn't work out, just lmk and i can pick another combo, no problem ♡♡ much love!!

my lovely val!!! hi love. ofc you can! and it sounds wonderful. very scrumptious

prompt 42: “i don’t want to be friends—we could never be just friends.”

warnings: fluff, like two swear words

You spotted Tsukishima before he could spot you. 

You took that as a chance to admire him. He was sitting on a park bench in black jeans and the hoodie your had gotten him last year. The blue looked really good on him, and you silently applauded yourself in your choice.

After a deep breath, you began walking towards him. You gripped the gift bag in your hands a bit tighter. A lot had changed in the year you had gifted Tsukishima that hoodie. 

Things like personal feelings.

You hadn’t even sat down before Tsukishima noticed you. 

“Are you incapable of being on time, y/n?”

You rolled your eyes and sat down, purposely bumping into his shoulder. “Shut up, you ass. I’m right on time.”

You weren’t on time, so you didn’t mind the scoff Tsukishima let out.

Tsukishima cracked his neck and then turned to look at you. He took in your appearance and he almost, almost, smiled when he noticed you were wearing the jacket he had given you last year.

“Alright,” you clapped your hands and handed the gift bag to Tsukishima. 

Tsukishima’s lips slightly lifted when he saw the dinosaur patterned bag. “Y/n,” Tsukishima began. “I told you that you didn’t have to get me anything.”

You rolled your eyes. “Kei, let’s move past the ‘I told you no gift’ thing, okay? You know I was gonna get you one, just like you’re gonna get me one, so just open it!”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, flicking your hand. Tsukishima opened the bag and against his best wishes, he let out a wide smile. You grinned at the way Tsukishima’s eyes closed and the small blush that appeared on his cheeks made you smile. 

Inside the bag was the newest pair of bluetooth headphones, brand new knee pads, a dinosaur plushie, and Tsukishima’s favourite strawberry cheesecake. 

“Y/n...” 

You grinned. You and Tsukishima had always gotten each other one thing, but this year, things were different. This year, you like Tsukishima. More as a friend, and so when you went out to buy things for him, you had no control over the things you started buying.

“Do you like the headphones? I had to ask Tadashi which ones you really wanted, so if you don’t like them, ask him--”

“Y/n,” Tsukishima cut you off with a smile. “They’re great.”

You froze. The only time Tsukishima was ever really sincere was when he was alone with you, or with Yamaguchi. 

Once Tsukishima went through everything and took out the cake, you began to sweat. You had wanted to tell him how you felt for a while, but there was never a good time with him. 

Tsukishima put the cake between you two and handed a fork to you. You both ate in silence, reminiscing in the comfort of the company. 

“Hey, dumbass.” 

You turned to Tsukishima and raised your eyebrow. “What?”

“I thought we agreed one present.” You shifted your eyes to the children playing near you. “So what’s all this? Are you expecting more than one present too?”

You rubbed your hands together, nervous. You didn’t look at him because you knew that Tsukishima would look right through you. 

“We’re friends, aren’t we? Friends get each other gifts, so...”

It was quiet for a few moments before you heard Tsukishima laugh. Confused, you turned to face him.

The sun was setting and when the warm hues hit Tsukishima’s face, your face warmed. You hated that he didn’t know how beautiful he was. 

“Why are you laughing, weirdo?” 

“I don’t want to be friends, y/n.” 

Your heart dropped in your stomach. “What are you--”

“We could never be just friends.”

You felt your heart squeeze. You didn’t want to assume anything, and you never knew what exactly he was thinking. 

“If you’re about to friend break up with me right now, I should warn you, I’m going to either cry or hit you.”

Tsukishima turned to face you with a small smile and all your insides started to melt. Tsukishima wasn’t one to smile or speak his true feelings much, but today seemed to be an exception. 

“If you... don’t wanna be friends, Kei, what exactly—”

“I like you, y/n. 

Your smile was blinding, and even though you tried to be cool, there was nothing cool about what you said in response to his confession.

“Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.” 

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