#sometimes i wanna take my friends aside n say hey

[cheswirls]

everything i learn abt twt is thru osmosis and against my will

[luvrgreyy]

CHERRY FLAVORED

childhood friend!leon x reader

wc: 1.6k summary: sweet and sour motivation, wish i could keep concentration. masterlist | taglist | ko-fi

no warnings. just alot of angst, mentions of marriage, cheating/infidelity, kissing. based on ‘cherry flavored’ by the neighborhood.

a/n: daddy’s home ;) super happy to be back, missed you guys so much mwaa! so i was actually working on this piece before i decided to take a break and i’m super happy i finally finished. but be warned, this doesn’t make any sense and i strongly encourage you to ignore the grammatical errors and my horrible writing. p.s. i swear the next part of ltts is almost done, just need to fix a few things and proofread (yes, this is for u @lottiies)

he had always liked cherries.

ever since you we’re kids, he would go out of his way just for those silly fruits.

you used to tease him about how much he loved them, but deep down, you enjoyed his enthusiasm too. he claims to remember how cherries were your favorite too, which is why he'd share his stash with you, and you'd pretend to savor each bite, even though they always made your face scrunch up in an exaggerated grimace.

you never really liked cherries. you found them too sticky, too sweet, but you had always made an effort for his sake.

the sticky fingers and cherry pits were all worth it though, just to see that slight, knowing smile on your face when you humored him. those small, secret moments were like little treasures he'd collect in his heart, each one more precious than the last.

he remembered the times when they'd steal a few from the farmer's market, giggling as the juice stained your fingers and lips. now, as adults, the habit remained. sometimes, on late summer mornings like these, he'd swing by your place with a bag of fresh cherries, a nostalgic smile on his face.

"hey," he'd say softly, as you opened the door to greet him, the sunlight catching the wisps of hair escaping your bun.

"thought you might like these. still got a sweet tooth, right?" he'd hand over the bag, watching as your expression transform from a sleepy haze to something short of appreciation.

“leon,” you rub your eyes begrudgingly, stepping aside as to let him in. “it’s like.. six in the morning. you can’t keep doing this,”

“i know, i know,” he chuckled, stepping into the dimly lit foyer, the overpowering scent of the fruit carrying over to you. "sorry, couldn’t help myself," he said with a shrug, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "old habits die hard, you know." he set the bag of cherries down on the entry table, the red fruit seeming to glow in the morning light that filtered through the front window.

“no, seriously.” you deflect, hands on your hips.

“you’re getting married next month, leon.”

he winced at the reminder, his free hand raking through his hair. "i know," he sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly.

his smile faltered slightly, the corners of his mouth dipping into a small, regretful frown. the cheerfulness draining from his features like water down a drain.

"can't wait." he forced a smile, but you were certain it looked more like grimace. "ada’s been planning everything for months... i’m just along for the ride at this point." he laughs awkwardly, trying to deflect the underlying tension in the air. but he trailed off, unsure of what to say next, the words sticking in his throat like a cherry pit.

he swallows hard, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. his eyes dart away from yours, unable to hold your gaze any longer. he fidgets with the strap of his bag, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

“okay,” you try to ease the awkwardness. “do you.. wanna go sit on the porch? i can make us coffees,”

a small, relieved smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he looks up at you, some of the tension dissipating from his frame. "coffee sounds great, thanks,"

he follows you to the kitchen, the silence between you thickening like a dense fog that clung to the trees outside. he’s perched on one of the bar stools, his long legs stretching out before him as he watched you move around the kitchen with practiced ease. the morning light highlighted the subtle lines of fatigue around your eyes, the tiny creases on your forehead, your shoulders hunched slightly in a gesture of quiet contemplation.

you hand him a steaming cup of coffee, the warmth of it seeping into your palms as you slid it across the counter. he took a sip, the flavor both bitter and sweet on his tongue. a small, contented sigh escaped him, his eyes closing briefly in appreciation.

“c’mon,” you tilt your head towards the door, and he’s quick to follow behind.

the morning air is crisp against his skin as he stepped outside, the chill of it seeping into his bones. he followed you to the porch steps, its wooden planks worn smooth with years of use. the world seemed to come alive in the golden glow of dawn, the leaves rustling in the gentle breeze and the smell of petrichor carried by the wind.

he sat down beside you, the cool wood biting into his thighs as he shifted to get comfortable. you were quiet for a moment, the only sound being the soft crunch of cherries as he munched on the fruit. his fingers stained a deep red from the juice, the color matching the rosy hue of your cheeks in the soft morning light.

"i— i know i shouldn't keep doing this, i'm not supposed to still have feelings for you." his words trailed off, lost in the gentle lapping of the breeze against the porch railing.

he took a deep breath, steeling himself. "but i do." he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. "i always have. and i probably always will,”

“leon,”

"you're still my best friend, you know? my person." he let out a short laugh, the sound a little shaky. “and—“

“leon.” you know what’s about to come next, and you don’t know if you can handle it.

“i love you.”

“i know.”

“i…” he lets out a strangled laugh, the bitterness of it written plainly across his features. “i’m sorry, don’t know why i’m like this,” he bowed his head, his elbows resting on his knees as he buried his face in his hands, his long fingers tangling in his hair. “i’m awful.”

“yeah,” you scoff, offering a pitiful smile. “yeah, you are.”

he laughed mirthlessly at your words, the sound raw and broken. “i know." he shook his head, his hair swishing against his wrists.

"never thought i was good for you, ‘ts why i stayed away for so long." he laughs bitterly, the sound hollow and empty. "i thought i could move on, forget about you.” he breathes, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his own inadequacies.

he turned to you, his eyes, normally a bright, warm blue, were dark and heavy-lidded, the rims a deep shade of red. "please," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the rustling of the leaves. "just one kiss. for the sake of what we could've been."

"please?” he repeated, his hands dropping to his knees, fingers curling like he wanted to crawl towards you and envelop you in his arms. your shoulders form something short of a shrug, your mouth dry, unable to respond.

he leaned in, hands coming to cup your cheeks, eyes closed, his lips pressed against yours in a soft, chaste press of mouth to mouth. he lingered for a moment, every fiber of his being silently begging you to reciprocate, praying that you'd meet him half way, that you'd kiss him back.

and for a moment, you really do think of doing so, to kiss back and feel him as more than a friend one last time. but you didn't. your lips were cold and unresponsive under his, your body stiff and unyielding. he taste of cherries and bitter regret that eventually seeps into your very core.

the warmth of his breath ghosted against your lips, lingering, yearning. he didn't move away, didn't pull back, just held himself there, suspended in the moment of his foolish hope. after what felt like an eternity, he broke the contact, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours.

"okay," he whispered, his voice small and defeated. "okay, i get it." he pulled back, sitting up straight and wiping his lips with the back of his hand, the ghost of your lips lingering there. "i shouldn't have..." he trailed off, unable to bring himself to finish the sentence.

“know what, i think i should go,” he stood up, his movements stiff and jerky, like a puppet with its strings cut.

“you should,” you swallow.

he nodded, not trusting himself to speak. his eyes downcast, feet shifting nervously on the porch steps. "yeah," he mumbles, voice barely audible. "yeah, probably for the best." he picks up his bag and turns to leave, but hesitates, his hand on the railing. he spares you one last glance, his eyes a deep, aching blue. you look down, not being able to bear the weight of his gaze.

he’s out of sight the next time you look back up.

he doesn’t call or text after that, his visits become infrequent, until he they stop completely.

the world didn't slow down for you, nor did it wait for your heart to catch up. everything seemed to keep spinning, the sun rising and setting, the seasons changing, though your feelings remained stagnant. you tell yourself its for the best, that moving on is inevitable. reality is cruel that way — it never delivers on the promises of our fantasies.

eventually, you’ll start to miss him a little less, the hollow ache in your chest slowly starting to dull. life will move on, and so will you.

though the thought of him would still occasionally cross your mind, it no longer feels like a stab to the chest, but a nostalgic memory from a bygone era. something that could’ve been.

maybe you did like cherries after all.

tags: @crowleyco

[mvltiwritez1]

Breathe - Angela Giarratana x Fem!Reader

Requested by: @loverluzer - ‘A love confession with Angela but reader has really bad anxiety so it's kind more like a bunch of word vomit’

WARNING(S): little mentions of throwing up (in a jokey way), really mild swearing

I’m still taking requests! Just Dm me if you want one fulfilled! - August

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"You should tell her Y/n" Arasha said to her friend, taking a bite of her lunch after. Y/n sighed and pulled her gaze away from Angela talking to Amanda reluctantly.

"What if she doesn't like me back? It would be so embarrassing, especially since we're co-workers" Y/n explained, picking at her own lunch, losing her appetite due to nerves.

"If she doesn't then it's in the past, no hard feelings and certainly no awkward situations. You know Angela, she's very outgoing and understanding." Arasha replied, keeping her tone hushed when she mentioned the Italian's name.

"I know she is but what if she feels like she has to say yes? Or what if we can't act like we're just fine? I know we're actors for a living but sometimes it's hard!" Y/n whined slightly, making sure her voice wasn't as loud as well.

"I understand that sometimes it is but you're going insane dude. You're pulling your hair out over a crush, I'm saying this out of love and care but your mental health could really benefit from you just saying it flat out." Arasha gestured with her hands as she talked as she normally did.

Y/n stayed silent, she knew Arasha was right. Why did she have to be so?! Y/n rubbed at her forehead, pondering a way to tell her.

"It's not like I could just pull her aside for a few and be like 'hey I wanna kiss you'" Y/n said, oversimplifying her feelings. Arasha chuckled.

"Okay maybe you shouldn't lead with that but I'm just saying, maybe tell her off of company time like the weekend since it's Friday? Ask if you can come over or just tell her over text, it's really just about getting it out there" Arasha tried giving her best advice and Y/n nodded, appreciative of whatever guidance that could be provided.

"Now, are we finally done talking about your crush for a while? I don't want my lunch to come back up" Arasha joked lightheartedly and Y/n cracked a smile.

——

Y/n walked onto the games set for a Try Not To Win Mario Party video and sat beside Shayne on the couch, the man doing something on his phone before they started shooting. They acknowledged each other with a small greeting as they got mentally prepared to shoot.

Angela walked in after Y/n and sat right beside her.

"Hey Y/n! This shoot is gonna be so fun" Angela beamed at Y/n, a light rose covering her cheeks. Y/n chuckled along in response before talking back.

"Yeah I agree. I can't wait to beat your ass...by losing" Y/n put up a confident front but in reality, her heart felt like it would burst through her rib cage and onto the clean carpet below them.

"You wish" Angela spoke, her voice getting slightly deeper. No one barely paying attention could notice it but Y/n did and it made her all the more nervous that her hands started sweating. The rest of the cast for the video came in along with the crew at the right time, cutting their conversation short.

——

Y/n finally was able to sit on her own couch in her own apartment. She sighed and let her body relax for a second before having to get up and make something for a meal.

She got up after sitting in the quiet of her apartment for about 5 minutes and made a simple sandwich, her energy was down so she didn't want to stand at the stove for a while.

Her mind wouldn’t shut up about Angela, any conversation they had or any type of physical contact between them replayed in her head like an old movie. It was beginning to be unbearable.

Y/n tried blasting music through her headphones but that just caused the thoughts and daydreams to get worse and for her to get a headache. She even tried sleeping early but couldn’t as her mind kept thinking back to Arasha’s advice.

‘Just tell her’

Y/n couldn’t take it anymore so her body carried her to her running shoes and windbreaker and put them on quickly.

Before Y/n could talk herself out of it, she started running. Down the hallway and stairs of her apartment complex until she reached the outdoors.

It had been raining so the air smelled of Petrichor and clung to her skin as she continued running. Her direction seemingly random.

She heaved and puffed as her legs kept her steady, not stopping for a second.

Finally she found the very place she wanted to go, Angela’s front door. Since they were friends, they both knew each other’s address and had been to each other’s places.

Y/n knocked on the door and ran a hand through her - now wet - locks as she panted. The door opened to reveal Angela, dressed in a loose t-shirt, sweatpants, socks, and her glasses with her hair tied up.

“Y/n?” Angela asked before looking around for a vehicle of some sort. Y/n felt like she had to say it or else she would puke.

“Listen Ange, I really really like you and I have for months but I’ve been too afraid to tell you because we’re co-workers and I don’t wanna make things awkward at all but I’m done hiding my feelings from you because I’m afraid that if I do I’ll explode and if you’re uncomfortable I’ll drop it but I can’t handle hiding it anymore I like you a lot and—“ Y/n’s tired ramblings we’re cut off by Angela’s hands on either side of her face and her soft lips on Y/n’s.

Y/n’s eyes grew wide but soon closed and her hands moved to Angela’s waist when she realized what was happening. Angela gently pulled away and looked into Y/n’s eyes.

“I was afraid you were gonna turn blue…or yark” Angela said softly. Y/n exhaled, really processing what just happened.

“You…like me too?” Y/n asked, her voice laced with insecurity. Angela chuckled and looked at Y/n astounded.

“Of course, I thought I was being so obvious!” Angela exclaimed and Y/n blushed slightly while smiling, the information finally catching up to her.

“Thank goodness. I thought I fucked everything up” Y/n said and they both chuckled.

“Now come inside, you’ll get sick if you spend another minute out there” Angela pulled Y/n into the apartment and planned to take care of Y/n first and ask a million questions later.

[kindlingkeen]

You gave me permission to pester and so now I’ll be that stray cat that won’t stop showing up at your door w random junk (in this case, questions & things)

So! Meta abilities / powers / whatever you wanna call em. 👏

I know none of what Jason’s got going on is meta stuff, all his magic and things are earned through different means (Lazarus, All-Cast, etc) but I have seen people sometimes scrap the whole superboy prime/lazarus pit thing and instead make it that Jason has some sort of immortality type ability.

I love it, immortality is inherently tragic for so many people ESPECIALLY the one that’s actually forced to live on. And something about Jason being the one fated to die first (voted) yet unable to actually really do so hurts. Plus powers in general is neat.

But! That is not the only meta ability I’ve seen people give Jason. I’ve seen some where he can travel through shadows, where he can influence the terrain of Gotham, understand animals, unnatural tracking abilities, acid spit, doesn’t breathe, ghost rider type stuff, smth that links him to others, etc.

I love me some flashy abilities but I’m always partial to the subtle ones that don’t look like bunch but are badass when used right.

So w that in mind, if you could give him any meta abilities or powers, what would you choose? what do you think would be the most fun? The ones that could have the best impact on plot n why, etc. doesn’t have to tie into current canon at all ofc, go wild. I’m very curious on what you come up w because there is, quite literally, infinite possibilities. :)

Hey, friend!

Okay, I let this one percolate for a couple of days, and I have to admit, I’m a little stuck. I can’t say I’ve ever really thought about Jason as a meta. One of the things I love about Jay is that he’s just a normal dude (aside from the soul swords thing, but actually that gets at some of my issues with rhato). Like, beat him with a crowbar, blow him up, slice his throat open with a batarang, have his dad beat him senseless, send his buddies through a wormhole, kill off his best friend—it doesn’t fucking matter, Jason doesn’t stay down, he keeps getting back up. He doesn’t have a stable support system, he’s not a billionaire, he isn’t friends with half the superheroes on the planet, he doesn’t have an assassin cult waiting in the wings—he’s just a guy from Gotham who doesn’t know how to quit, even if it quite literally kills him. To me, the meta thing takes away from that. It softens the tenacity and grit that makes Jason’s story so visceral and compelling.

This is not meant to take away from your (or anyone’s) enjoyment of Jason with meta powers. It’s just not for me, I guess.

A meta-adjacent idea that I do really go for, though, is the idea of a sentient Gotham with a deep connection to Jason. She speaks to him, she breathes life back into him to, she calls him home. She’s not going to relinquish her claim on her chosen avatar until she’s good and ready. Now that sends shivers down my spine.

[thatonericeball]

Daydreaming 💤

Bokuto x introverted reader 🦉

Daydreaming with my chin in the palm of my hand. This is how you sat in class, unbothered while the history of Japan was being recalled by your teacher. However, you only seemed to be able to focus on the bicoloured haired ace sitting a few chair ahead of you. You’d been admiring him from afar for sometime now by supporting him in small ways and coming to his games with a cap, mask and sunglasses on. He was more popular than ever even though he was only a high school student but you knew there was no way he’d ever find interest in someone who seemed so introverted. “Uhhh,” you heard as your focus found it’s way back to class. The previously mentioned ace had obviously been called on in your absence but you didn’t have a clue of what was going on. He looked around for help but his teammates only snickered at him quietly. He then met eyes with you and you looked up to the board and quickly read the situation, Cherry blossoms” you mouthed to him. He smiled and you releasing butterflies in your stomach before he answered the question with confidence. “Correct,” your teacher responded, “even though you had a bit of help, you’d best be grateful toward L/N-san,” your teacher continued. Bokuto nodded and looked to you, whispering many thank you’s. Considering the situation, you knew it was really just a thank you for the sake of it but you couldn’t help but take it as more. You sighed and sat back down only to find his big, golden owl eyes fixated on you. He must’ve noticed that I’d realised because he quickly snapped around back to face the front to make sure he was actually paying attention.

With that class flew by and soon after you were packing away your notebooks and pens then heading off to your next class, “Umm hey Y/N-san!” It was so weird hearing your name with his voice however, you turned around like any normal person would. You really wish you weren’t any normal person. He ran toward you, his tie hanging loose and an excited expression painted across his face as if he were trying to catch up you. “Umm I wanted to thank you again hehe umm yeah properly for helping me earlier! Akinori-san wasn’t any help and Akaashi obviously wouldn’t be able help since he is a first year and first years wouldn’t be in a third year class. If they were I’d be kind of confused honestly like it’s not something you’d expect to see but then again we can’t expect anything you never know nowdays and I su-,” you stop him before he rambled on anymore. It made you laugh a bit the way he stumbled over his words but ultimately it did kind of did just feel like a sad excuse to cut off any need to talk to you. “Oh yeah it’s okay, don’t worry about it,” you bowed with a forced smile, “or ever think about it,” you thought to yourself, feeling a little embarrassed. Now that you thought about it, you’d never actually had a conversation with Bokuto. You didn’t expect him to sound so unsteady and shy when he talked though, considering most of his talking consisted of a proud “HEY! HEY! HEY!” or two.

You knew it was better to just brush it aside and head to your next class so you bowed and walked away. “Umm Y/N-san! Do you wanna talk to class? Together maybe?” You turned back and looked at him with confusion, “Well what if we have different classes?” His face went bright red, “Oh right, of course umm well did you still wanna walk to class at least until we have to go our seperate ways?” He pointed in a random direction secretly hoping that a) you’d say yes and b) that was the direction of your next class. His is attempt to save the conversation was cute so you accepted, “Sure but my next class is the other way actually,” you respond with a small laugh causing him to get flustered. Nonetheless he ran up to walk beside with confidence, saying he was happy to go with you as you headed to class side by side. Honestly you’d never expected to be with him like this as classmates let alone like you were close friends. He looked down to you beaming as he asked, “So what do you have next?”

[dynamic-k]

oki doki I have returned with another question >:D

I'm obsessed help-

Okay, you don't have to answer this question if you don't want to/don't know, so:

Is Madame Pop-Up going to stay a villain? Is she going to annoy Ballista like she said?

Is she even sorry about Chosen's trauma?

I swear to God if it's a no I will strangle her-

Will Primal becoming a hero change her mind? Or will Madame Pop-Up take it as betrayal and then become the antagonist of a whole Arc-

I feel like she wouldn't be one to do that though. She's more like jokey about it, if that makes sense.

Unless... Does she have any trauma? Does she really just like being the villain for fun? Are the villains actually even bad?

Have a great day! :D

-R

Finally done with this one. = w=’ Speediest answered ask in history, yep yep.

[LONG LONG RAMBLE BELOW~!!!] [shorter than the other one tho]

So. I got asked about one of my minor OC’s for Super Sticks. That is a first. A daunting first, but a challenge to respond I will not deny.

Typically, I try not to focus on my OCs, it just seems awkward sometimes. Unless, I guess, I happen to have put a lot of particular thought into the character and am happy with it. The more built the OC is, the longer that character has been created, the more comfortable I am with writing said character more frequently and offering the OC more chances to shine.

Yes, I would say that I prefer to write the main cast more than I do OCs. I feel like I know our dear and beloved sticks better than I do my own characters, which is strange to say because I technically know my own OCs better than everyone else- 

I don’t remember where I was going with this. Maybe just insight on how I think or something- I’ve forgotten-

Anyway. Madame Pop-Up, or Poppy. 

Welp, you better get your strangling hands ready then- XD She, uh. She is not very sorry and doesn’t feel bad. There was some mild sympathy and wince of genuine “Oooh, owch” when the building fell on Chosen, but- Other than that little moment there, she is generally uncaring to what she does. 

But hey! You know what could fix that? A LENGTHY CHARACTER ARC- [*is cut off*]

Uhhh, I actually didn’t know how to answer this for the longest time, and I had to think on it for a few days. As I mentioned prior, I have a habit of not including OCs into very many scenes, and sometimes they are all harder to write than the main cast!! XD

There are a few OC exceptions, in which I can write them very well. 

Jade, for example, from A Second’s Tale. He’s shown up enough times, I have enough plans for his story, it’s good.

Dune is pretty easy, as he’s a quiet stick. XD 

I also, of course, have other fandom original characters, and additionally zero fandom original Scarlett works with original characters. [Aside from “The Last Veracion”, most are unposted because I deem them really terrible in composition, or they are incompletely written. WHEN YOU HAVE THE ENTIRE STORY IN YOUR BRAIN BUT THE WORDS DON’T WANNA WORD-]

Poppy is an eccentric figure. The crazy aunt, you might say. She can be a little bit of a sadist... and, uh, not in the silly “whump angst torture suffer on this fictional character” way, that I am. 

Which does make for a good villain character! I needed that.

Poppy and Primal were really only friends because of Ballista, originally. Ballista and Poppy had known each other first, having met some time before Agent’s leg incident. Just around the time Ballista was caught and arrested for trying to fulfill Vic’s order, and Agent had already left Rocket with Hazard, Primal ended up meeting Poppy officially when the advertisement-wielding stick came wondering where her enthusiastic mini friend had gone off to.

They, Poppy and Ballista, probably had made plans for that day or something, I don’t know. I never needed to think on this too much, since it wasn’t relevant to the major plot.

Will she stay as a villain? Uhm. I... Maybe??

You know what? I do not know yet. It is definitely one of the things about Arc Two that is not fleshed out just yet, that I really should get to thinking and deliberating on soon so that I can ominously hint at it- XD

For fun of course. And also, I love it when the audience suffers from lack of information- /silly

Madame Pop-Up will definitely annoy Ballista, if a nice opportunity comes along. [I have some scenes planned already] As the plotline may have suggested, she is quite the cautious individual, an opportunist that seizes the right moment when it comes and shys away from things that hold too much risk. 

A more covert villain than most. She doesn’t have too much an interest in pillaging and robbery anyway, just... teasing. She’s more of a bully villain than a grabby one.

NOW. Primal finally embracing heroism, and going on the climax of her redemption that I haven’t finished fully planning yet- THAT. THAT is definitely the sort of thing that would affect Madame Pop-Up, as the two are much closer now than previously, having bonded during Ballista’s imprisonment.

This is exactly the thing that could help along and switch the tides over for Madame’s own character arc, whether it be a full redemption, or at least an acceptance of what her friends’, Ballista’s and Primal’s both, chosen [*COUGH-LAUGH*] paths are. 

Much of this planning still needs to be done, and some of it will inevitably end up being a spoiler, so I shouldn’t outloud plan too much on this Ask here. I SHALT PLAN IN A PRIVATE DOCUMENT THOUGH, I SHALT PLAN THE THINGS AND ALL OF THE THINGS- And maybe with my sister, or a close friend of mine, eehehehe.

Taking Primal’s decision as a betrayal, giving Madame Pop-Up the opposite of a redemption and instead, a full on RAMPAGE of villainy and anger and betraayyaaal, is also an epic idea. I may actually save that in my brain cogs for Arc Three as an emergency, uh,  I-need-a-force-against-the-protags option? [And I’ll obviously mention the idea came from you hehehe] 

:3 Currently, I have no antagonist for Arc Three, as Arc Two is going to be brought to a neat conclusion. [albeit with a big cliffhangery scene- *cough*]

[stop it, Scarlett, stop talking about Arc Three-]

But for now, yes. Arc Two is gonna tie a lot of things up at the very end, even with as chaotic and all-over-the-place as the journey may be initially, leaving us with an ending containing no extra or hidden main big-bads running amok. Sure, there will be small-time ones, of course, but not enough to be the cause of enough trouble that in turn would merit a big journey of entertainment whump-

Now, the reason Madame would not be the antagonist of Arc Two, is literally because there is a big bad(s) already. I just... haven’t yet... gotten far enough along for that to show very much. 

[IT’S THe GoVeRnMEnT- *gets cut off again*] 

...Ignore that “s”. Ignore it. There definitely is only the government and nobody else. Nothing. Shhh. I said nothing. SHHHH. Nope. Nothing. Don’t you dare look over at King, he’s not here. Sh. SHHHH. /silly

Technically, none of the villains I have made right now, are TOTALLY bad. Nobody here is like RedMenace!Dark. No one is COMPLETELY pure evil in Super Sticks. [yet-]

Rum I could ramble about. SuperSticks!Jade I could ramble about. The Alcoholic twins I could also ramble about. Mudd might be a little closer to evil than them, though- Not totally, but significantly closer-

Madame Pop-Up having trauma?? Now that’s a thought. Now that is a thought. O O

And I don’t have an answer. If I tried to answer, it might be a spoiler- Q w Q

Ehehehhehehehehe

OH I JUST NOTICED YOU SENT ME A NEW ASK!! AJHKJEHWQ

Just at the end of answering this one- XD Niceeeeee

Igoworkonthatnow, okaybye

[fuckfuckgoback]

paracosm dashboard simulator

Inspired by @maddgical-boy :D

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Repeat offender caught west of main. Subject has short brown hair, brown eyes, and was known for pickpocketing. Confiscated goods are pending return.

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caught west of main

thats our area you fucking leeches what the hell

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We actually ran into them in the mid city, and chased them all the way over. 😅

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And we wouldn't have had to if any of you could do your jobs.

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something about that slime guy from last week... c'mon police just let me visit i could fix him

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In reference to the reblog below this: Let him figure it out on his own.

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girl he's been posting pics of baggy Ts with khaki shorts please let me intervene

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K told me to reply "It's a canon event" and you know I'm not a girl?

#confusion aside it hurts me as well but he has to start somewhere

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🫐 orions-belt Follow

does anyone have any fashion advice

🫐 orions-belt

like, how it works?

🫐 orions-belt

where do people buy clothes...?

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This attack on our city cannot go ignored. The public should not fear humanoid monsters or people creating electricity to destroy and steal from our community stores. It is revolting.

Possessing powers at all makes these individuals inherently dangerous, but we should not ever see them used to their extreme like this. Action must be taken.

🕷️ gayspiderlover Follow

oh to be able to summon lightning and take down capitalism with my spidergirl girlfriend

powers-kill-deactivated20360709

These people are causing real chaos and destruction. You are sick for joking about this.

🕷️ gayspiderlover

😚🏳️‍🌈🕷️

mwah

#happy six year anniversary to this post #and the attack ig #i hope theyre still together

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💁���♀️ gender-fucked-nbee Follow

"his pronouns are she/her!" - E probably

🌃 justice385627 Follow

What? I am well aware tack uses she/her pronouns.

🫐 orions-belt Follow

It's a joke, it's based off a different meme, I think they're just saying you'd say something like that.

🌃 justice385627

This site is a waste of time.

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🥼 ethical-lesbian-crimes Follow

been experimenting with making small bombs recently and i put one in my bag and almost brought it home on accident. if my little sister had found that....

john-deactivated20420312

what is it with these fake self proclaimed "vigilante crime fighters" nowadays trying to be so cool? we know you don't make bombs, quit stroking your ego

🥼 ethical-lesbian-crimes

hey.

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if you have any of the slots on your ci ring set to anything fancy unfollow me immediately. its frankly quite rude to switch into that in front of your friends who can't afford something so expensive

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a ci ring is $6000??????

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LMAO imagine complaining about not affording a suit yet owning the rich person identity stealer 2000

#everyone here died 💀 #anyway its super easy to make knockoffs

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💕 fangirl-hours Follow

whoes that new guy with the blue hair? I think hes been running around with the team down by the bottom of the hills? vigilante fans help me out here!

🫐 orions-belt Follow

thats me actually! I am newer around here but I'm with E's group. my hair might stand out a little too much lol

💕 fangirl-hours

OMG. uh hiiiiiiiii. youre very cool I love when you do stuff with uhh gravity. wanna hang out sometime?

🫐 orions-belt

uh, E doesn't really want us meeting up with anyone outside the group in our secret identities. so probably not.

💕 fangirl-hours

oh well can we still dm?

💕 fangirl-hours

hello?

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🪨 scumoftheearth Follow

definitely left

💁‍♀️ gender-fucked-nbee

poll canceled everyone my partner is here 🥰

🌑 night-fight Follow

doesn't your blog say you're aroace?

🪨 scumoftheearth

yeah and it also says that im in a qpr with them so whats your fucking problem

#do people on this site not read?

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#gaming

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[hoshi-y]

WAIT I DIDNT KNOW YOU ADDED SUMIRE 🥹💖 I KNOW I MADE A REQUEST BUT IGNORE IT (so sorry 😭) Can I request Sumire, Kou, Mitsuba, and Yashiro (hopefully that’s not too much) with a S/O that’s like Power?

(Take your time and have a nice day/night ^^)

S/O that acts like Power from Chainsaw Man

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Akane Sumire, Minamoto Kou, Mitsuba Sousuke, Yashiro Nene

TW : None

A/N : So sorry that it took me awhile to make your request, I tend to avoid things that are a bit difficult for me hehe, I could tell you really wanted me to do your request already so here it is

Just a bit of a warning, I can't guarantee that the personality and attitude will be the same but I'll try my best

I hope you enjoy 💗

Powers Personality :

Childish

Greedy

Rude

Entirely self-motivated

Cares for a select of friends

Has severe PTSD (Afraid of being alone)

Feels that people should clean up after her

Often claims she is capable of doing things she cannot actually do

No problem with gossiping and talking about her friends behind their back

Compulsive habitual liar

That's all the info I can find about her personality

Liar liar pants on fire

You were an absolute HANDFUL to watch over.

You'd sometimes run away creating minor trouble

I mean you blew up the science lab I don't know where minor came from.....

In your excuse, you thought you could do it—

After you met Kou, your life just turned a full 180

He would follow you everywhere

Making sure you don't get hurt

But mostly to keep you out of trouble

It was driving you nuts! You couldn't skip class to chase butterflies anymore

It was hard since both of you were in the same year

But you did found out something about him

He was very gullible.

You grumbled as Kou was pulling you back to his and his friends lair, it wasn't too bad around them, you just didn't wanna help clean up that stinky bathroom—

You had to escape. And fast

"Koouuu... I don't like it in theerree.." You whined, He didn't budge which made you click your tongue. And an idea came to mind.

"Kou, I just got a text from my mom saying that.. My dog died.." You put up your best sad acting in hopes he would fall for it, and he did. He stopped in his tracks as he looked back at you "What?! Toshiba died?!"

Kou absolutely LOVED your pet dog, he would use all types of excuses to swing by

You nodded your head sadly "Mom wants me back home so we can bury him.." Kou gently let go of your hand as he sighef softly "I'll swing by to say my goodbyes to Toshiba.." As soon as he gave your backpack back, you had a cheeky smile on your face

"Thanks!! Bye!!" You ran

"H-HEY. GET BACK HERE!!"

You were too fast for Kou, eventually he just gave up. He has to stop being so gullible

Ugh how dare you call me ugly!

Everyone envied you for your clear ang glowing skin

Anyone would need sunglasses it was that clear

Everyone wanted your secret but you didn't budge

Why? well you just wanted to be the only one with fair skin

Amongst those in tge ctowd wanting your skincare routine

A pink haired gentleman also wanted a grasp at your secret

I mean how can he keep being cute with such flaky skin?!

So he pulled you aside to ask but you were a bit too hard headed

Mitsuba groaned as he held on your arm "Come on! Just one product that you use and I won't bother you anymore!" He begged but you went silent pretending he wasn't there

"HEY. I KNOW YOUR IGNORING ME" Mitsuba yelled

You checked your phone time and continued to pretend he wasn't there. "What about this, I'll buy you WHATEVER you want, for just one product"

"Mud"

"Mud Mask?!" His face lightened up as he was probably the first you told your super secret fbi skincare

"Yeah, its good for the pigs skin after all"

Mitsuba gasped "How DARE you call me a pig! Look at yourself first skeleton!" He fired back

"Oh yeah Barbie?"

Mitsuba didn't wanna back down as he soat all sort of names at you

But you won, obviously

He pushed you out of their classroom as Kou, Satou and Yokoo witnessed the entire thing.

We're you grown on soil?

When Yashiro first met you, her first impression of you was that you were pretty Childish

Not that she hated it, She absolutely adored it

For.... some odd reason....

The way you act and talk like a child

You were so cute in her eyes!

but of course we know that every child is super curious of things right?

Well you started asking a bunch of nonsense to Yashiro

Like, how do fish swim, how do cars work

"Does tinkerbell exist?" Stuff like that

She sometimes questions how you got in the Rank 3....

"Nene-chaann~" You cooed as she stopped shoveling and looked at you "Uwaahh [F/N]! I thought you went home already?" She dropped her shovel and took off her gloved and walked up to you

"I got you an Ice Pop!" You gave her the green colored one as you ate the purple one "Thanks [F/N]! I was needing something to cool me down"

You scanned the field and noticed a bunch if holes she was digging, what was she gonna do? was she gonna plant? look for worms? DIG TO ANOTHER COUNTRY?

Or... Is she gonna plant her legs?

"Nene-chan, are you gonna plant your legs in their?" Yashiro coughed as she almost dropped her ice pop "W-WHAT?! I-I'M NOT!!"

"Ehh?? Isn't that how you got your daikon legs?"

Yashiro crumbled on the spot as she looked like she was needing any god out there to take her

After that, Yashiro forced you to go home as you watched her sulk from afar

I can do it see?! ahh.. Nevermind...

Sumire always enjoyed your company, and your help

Despite you fucking up every now and then she appriciates the company

Sometimes she'd tell you not to force yourself to do something you couldn't do but you never listen

Your excuse??

"I can do it don't worry! I'm a pro at this"

You ended almost burning the food, or knocking down something

So she just lets you stay back at home

You were one of Sumire's servants, although she didn't treat you like a servant

She treated you more like a friend now.

Sumire and Hakubo watched from a far as you messed up picking up flowers. You were pulling them by the stem and not digging to get the roots and ended up having a very withered out flower

"Are they dumb?..." Hakubo deadpanned as you continued to pluck withered out flowers, Sumire giggled as she placed down her tea cup and walked up to you to help

You saw her from the corner of your eyes walking up to you but you were signaling her not to come, but she did anyways. "Your flowers are withered now [L/N]"

You pouted "I said I could do it.."

"You clearly can not, here let me teach you how to harvest flowers" Sumire smiled at you

For the rest of the afternoon, she taught you how to pick up flowers, and make flower crowns. You've mastered them by now with the guidance of Sumire.

Now that she's gone, the only thing you could do without messing up

Was making flower crowns.

I caved

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭, I also apologize if I the personality does not match up, I really dunno who Power is LMWODHWUD

[w2soneshots]

🚀 

heyy, love all your works so far!! any chance you could do jj or willne where yn is always sat on their lap? simple and fluff. maybe jj or will surprises yn with a puppy at the end or smth😬 

hope you’re having a fab day/night/morning dudes

Puppy -KSI

words: 0.9k+

warnings: none.

summary: you and your boyfriend spend a normal day together but later that day JJ surprises you with something very special.

notes: hello lovely! Thank you🥹. I decided to do this for JJ since it’s been so long since I’ve written for him. Enjoy!!🐶💕

Me and JJ have been together for over nine years. He proposed last year and we're very happy in our own little bubble. We decided not to stress too much about the wedding but JJ wants it to be extravagant so we're planning on doing it next year.

I'm well known by the fans since I've been here from the very beginning. So when I accidentally walked in on JJ streaming the chat went crazy. "Shit, sorry!" I cursed, thankfully I was fully dressed. "It's alright babe. Come say hello." He gestured for me to sit down.

I perched myself on his knee. "Hey!" I waved at the camera with a smile. I could barely see what people were typing because there were too many messages. It mainly consisted of a lot of people asking questions and others were surprised but happy that I was there.

I stayed for a little while and answered a few questions before I said goodbye and left the room. I walked into mine and JJ's shared bedroom to get ready since I hadn't done my hair or makeup for the day and I was still in some sweatpants and a tank top.

A few hours later, once I was done I heard a light knock at the bedroom door as JJ walked in. "You finished?" I asked before turning back to the mirror to finish applying my lipgloss. "Yeah, all done." He replied with a smile.

"You wanna go out for lunch today?" He asked. "That'd be nice! Where do you wanna go?" I got up from the dressing table then walked up to him and placed my hands on his shoulders, looking up into his eyes.

"I don't mind... Nando's?" Usually JJ likes the fancy meals with the five star food but with me it doesn't matter where we are we just want to enjoy each other's company. "Sounds good."

As we arrived outside of Nando's a fan walked up to us and they requested a photo. I happily went to take the picture of her and JJ. "Oh- no, I want a pic with you y/n." Surprise covered my features. "Really?" They chuckled. "Yeah. Is that okay?" I nodded. My boyfriend proudly took the picture.

After eating our lunch we got back into the car but I noticed that we weren't driving home, we were going the complete opposite direction. "Wait, where are we going?" I asked, confused. "You'll see." He replied with a smirk.

It took almost an hour before we pulled up in front of a house. I was confused to say the least and he hadn't told me a thing. "What is going on? Where are we?" "Let's go." He opened the car door and got out, ignoring my questions. He walked over to my side and opened the door for me. He helped me out and we walked towards the house.

JJ knocked and within minutes someone was at the door. "Hello! Come on in." The woman stepped aside with a cheerful smile. I smiled back then glanced at JJ. He ushered me inside.

We followed her into her living room. I turned the corner to see a beautiful German shepherd puppy. My eyes widened, realisation suddenly hitting me. "Oh my goodness! He's so cute." I walked towards him and he looked up at me, tongue sticking out. I looked back at JJ. He wore a smug smile.

I quickly learned that he was already very well trained and I confirmed that he was definitely ours to keep, since I could have been dreaming. Me and JJ had spoken about getting a dog multiple times but I didn't think he'd actually want to go through with it. Sometimes I get lonely when JJ has a boxing camp or is away for a sidemen video so I couldn't wait to have a fluffy friend to keep me company.

We set up the back of the car for our new puppy and then we set off home. I was still in disbelief. "Thank you." I smiled wildly at my boyfriend. "You're welcome my love, I'm glad you like him." He replied, glancing at me and admiring my excitement.

"I can't wait to tell Talia. She's gonna freak out!" "Actually she already knows. I told Simon about it at a shoot and I asked Talia if you definitely wanted a German shepherd and she told me that it was one of your main topics of conversation." He chuckled. I blushed slightly. "Yeah, we talk about it all the time."

Once we arrived home JJ picked up the puppy and took him into the house, I followed close behind. He set him down in the living room. "I kinda like the name Milo." We sat down next to each other on the couch as we watched our puppy explore. "I love that." JJ replied, leaning into me.

"Milo!" I exclaimed, the dog turned to look at me. "I think he likes it." JJ chuckled. "It's settled then." Milo came running up to us. I slid off the couch. "You wanna play?" I asked in a high pitched voice. He got all excited. I grabbed the toy his previous owners had given us and began throwing it for him.

Later that night I sat next to JJ in our bed, Milo at my feet. I stared into his eyes. "I love you so much." I whispered. He smiled, pulling me into his chest. "I love you more."

[markyestapa]

lost without you-b.brisson

summary: y/n and brendan really like each other, but dating one of the most popular hockey players it’s not easy.

warnings: insecurities, anxiety thoughts, fem!reader, swearing?

a/n: again, english it’s not my first language so forgive me for any mistakes.

you and bren used to secretly hook up for a while - well, it would be more like an secret- open- relationship, because both of you were still single and could do whatever you wanted to, but when it was just you and him together, he treated you so naturally like his girlfriend that sometimes you’d forget that you weren’t. 

for as much as you liked him and he liked you, you both didn’t want to date because dating at umich was hard, people would gossip a lot, especially about the popular hockey players. 

this was just one of the reasons why you thought it was good to keep things under the covers with him. the others included the fact that you were very insecure about everything. brendan was the hockey player, he had quite a reputation as a manwhore, and you were just you. you actually didn't know how you got into this, how he ended up with you of all people. 

at first, bren was satisfied with what you had, he could live his best life and still be with you. but after some time, he got tired of hiding. he wanted to be able to hold your hand in public, to take you out on dates, to buy you flowers. he wanted you in his jersey on the bleachers yelling his name and him saying “that’s my girl”, he wanted it all. 

[flashback on]

“hey?”

“hm?”

“do you wanna be my girlfriend?” he said while running his hands through your hair

you looked up to him with wide open eyes.

“are you serious?”

“yeah”

“hmm i do, but-” 

“no buts” 

you sighed  “are you sure about this bren?” 

“i am. look, i’m tired of hiding, besides it's like we’re almost dating, i just can call you my girlfriend now, nothing has to change”

[flashback off] 

but it did, everything changed.

 the second you went public people started to talk, and mostly weren't good things. how you weren't pretty, cool or popular enough for him, how he wasn’t good for you, how you were so stupid to date him, how he for sure cheated on you, and the list goes on and on. 

despite some arguments about this stuff, your relationship was good. he was an amazing loving boyfriend, but he had never been in a relationship before, he didn’t know that some things had to be adjusted. he didn’t know what to do or how to act in certain situations because he didn't know how to differentiate some things from when he was single to now. 

which was just another reason why people would gossip, along with the fact that, he’s naturally sexy so he just draws the attention of people wherever he goes and he doesn’t even realize his effect on them.

at first you tried to tell yourself that it didn’t matter, they could talk whatever they wanted to, he had chosen you and liked you for who you where. but things just kept getting worse and it came to the point that it did matter. 

your many fears, insecurities and trust issues made it even harder. he would say to you to not listen, to not care, but how could you when it was so constantly happening? how could you when he didn’t make it better by the way he acted, even if it wasn’t on purpose. 

you tried your best to trust him, always shutting down the thoughts that were spinning on your mind, but the more you kept pushing it aside, the more it consumed you. 

——————————————————————————

as it usually would happen, he was out for dinner with his teammates and after that they decided they wanted to go to some sorority party. 

he had let you know that he was out with his friends, but since the party was a last minute thing, he just texted you about it, not wanting to wake you up,  because it was late and he knew you were already sleeping since you had an exhausting day. 

you didn’t mind him doing this stuff without you, it was very normal and okay in your concept. the problem began when people started to use this to hurt you with mean comments. so, one by one they got stuck  in your head making you doubt everything.

 “poor y/n, it doesn't even look like brendan dates her”

“he must cheat on her for sure”

 “look at him, so drunk that he probably doesn’t even remember her” 

there was this girl, this very annoying girl, that was a huge pain in the ass and her job was to make you feel miserable about your relationship, although she wasn't the only one, she was the one who worked harder.  

she liked brendan and was constantly hitting up on him, like blatantly flirting, on his dms, at places, in front of you, she didn’t care. but he didn’t even notice because he was so clueless sometimes, and because he just had eyes for you, even if he didn’t know how to show it.

so, it was a typical party, he was just drinking and having fun with everybody, without even noticing how drunk he got. that girl saw this as the perfect opportunity to get you out of the picture for good.

she was trying to be seductive, dancing in front of brendan while approaching him sneakily. she continued to move her body very intimately and even tho she wasn’t actually touching his body, she was so close that from a certain angle it looked like it.

it took some time for brens drunk brain to see what was going on. it was just when she slowly ran her hand on his arm, that he noticed her intentions, quickly stopping her and walking away. 

what bren didn’t know was that her friend was recording it, because the girl had asked them to, and for as much as the situation happened in the blink of an eye, it was already too late. 

after the “incident”, he decided it was better to sober up. so, he got some bottles of water to drink and he went to find a bathroom because he wanted to wash his face. 

he entered some bedroom just because the only bathrooms that weren’t occupied were the ones inside it, but as he did, that same girl went inside the room after him. 

for those outside, the situation looked way more than what actually was, because as always, people would just assume they know brendan so well that they know exactly what would happen in there.

to make things worse than it already was, there was, again, someone recording just that moment when both got in the room. 

what actually happened was that bren took his time to just do his needs and wash his face. when he finished and left the bathroom, he saw her sitting on the bed waiting for him, but he  just pretended she wasn't there, ignoring her and leaving the room. 

what he didn’t expect was that the girl made up a whole story and told everyone a very different, twisted version of what happened in that room. and a lot of people believed in her. 

when you woke up the next morning there was a bunch of messages from your friends showing you the videos that were posted on someone's instagram stories, along with the texts saying how this person saw it happen, or how that person heard this and that, and how the girl confirmed herself. 

you watched the videos and you read the texts over and over trying to figure if it was some kind of bad joke. but no, it was real, it happened.

you felt your world crumble, starting to cry while beating yourself up because “of course this would happen” 

“of course it would be her, it makes so much sense”

 “how could you be so dumb to believe him? to believe that he would actually like you?” 

you saw brens messages still from last night and you just ignored, as you decided you didn't wanna talk, see or think about him. 

when he woke up that afternoon, he noticed that you didn't reply,  which wasn’t very common of you. that’s why he called you, but you hung up, he called again, you hung up again, and so that it wouldn’t have a third call, you blocked him. 

bren knew this wasn’t normal, you don’t ignore him like that, not even when you’re mad. you always say that it’s important to talk about the things that made you both upset or angry or whatever, and that’s how your relationship had worked so far, so this just wasn’t you.

he was so confused why, what was the reason for you to act like that. it was making him feel worried and he was getting edgy. that’s when bordy came into his room. 

“dude…. have you talked to y/n today?” he sat on brendans bed beside him.  

“why?- no, i’m trying to but she’s not answering or picking up my calls and-” he said while running his hands through his hair. 

“i think i know why….” 

“what? what do you mean?” 

so thomas showed him the videos, the texts he got from other people asking about it, the comments on social media, everything. bren was red in anger, he just couldn't understand why people were doing this to him and to you, why couldn't they mind their own business? 

“fuck fuck fuck! bordy this is not what it looks like i- i swear, this girl is fucking insane! ” he stood up in so much frustration  that he could feel his blood on his veins.

“briss i know, i know you wouldn’t do this to y/n, but i think she might not. i mean it looks pretty convincing….” 

“fuuuck” he repeated sitting on the bed placing his head on his hands and letting out a groan.

then he abruptly got up again, determined to go talk to you, dressing up in a hurry and storming out of his room. 

you stayed the entire day inside your dorm because you knew people were gossiping about this and you didn’t want to see or hear anything else. your eyes were swollen and your face was red from crying.  you felt like shit, you just wanted to disappear. that’s when you heard someone knocking on your door, and of course it was brendan. 

when you opened it and saw it was him you immediately tried to close it but he was so much faster and placed his foot between it. 

“go away brendan” you said as you still pushed the door trying to close it but obviously it wasn’t working because he was way stronger than you. 

“y/n please let me in”

“go away” you said with a shaky voice 

“baby you need to hear me please” 

eventually you got tired and felt weak of holding the door so you just let it go, walking back to your bedroom and leaving him alone in there.

he entered your dorm and followed you.

“i need you to listen to me” he said as he sat beside you on your bed. 

“do i? because i think everything i saw sums it up pretty well” you said wrapping your arms around your body like you were protecting yourself 

“please y/n, i know how it looks like, but nothing happened” 

“so you both just went to a room together to what? have a conversation?” 

“she followed me there, i was just going to use the bathroom, and thats exactly what happened, nothing else” 

“and before? you were having a p-pretty good time huh?” you were trying so hard not to cry again. 

 “babe, i’m sorry, i was so drunk i didn’t even realize she was doing that and when i did, i stopped her”

“oh of course you were drunk brendan! that’s pretty much all you do! do you actually remember this, what you’re saying?” you sarcastically laughed with your eyes full of tears again. 

“babe please - i do remember, and i’m telling you nothing happened, nothing.” 

“stop calling me babe” you exasperated as you swept away the tears now running down your face  

he sighed in frustration running his hands in his hair frenetically trying to figure out a way to make this right.

“ i swear to you y/n, i didn’t cheat, i would never do this to you” he tried to grab your cheek to clean a tear but you turned your face away 

“you don’t believe me?” he continued, feeling like he had a huge lump in his throat. 

“ i’m sorry bren” you said as you looked deeply into his eyes 

he felt like a train had just crashed him. the fact that you didn’t trust him and assumed the worst just broke his heart. could him blame you tho?

he knew that he would never, in a million years, do that to you, not even when he was drunk. but you didn’t.

he would never hurt you in that way, he liked you so much he thought maybe he was even loving you and all he could do in this case was give you his words, but it wasn't enough, your eyes said everything, you didn’t believe him. 

“yeah i’m sorry too” he got up also with tears in his eyes and left. 

and that was the last thing he told you. 

tagged: @erikports

[poffpoffyy]

Sano Shinichiro x Fem!Reader

//-fluff-little suggestive

summary: Shinichiro liked his friend for a while he decided to put his pride aside and ask for help his friends decided to help him and give him advice little did he know that Y/N did the same thing.

A/N: shinichiro is 20-21 here and Y/N too

It was really hard for him he was sweating cold sweat, hands going white yes, he was nervous. He started to play with his fingers as his friends tried to cheer for him he cursed himself for trusting them like a idiot he is, he was far too gone from the reality until he heard your voice “hey are you okay?” He panicked little bit before answering your question “oh? Yeah! Sorry.” You started to talk again “so as l was saying l need help with my motorcycle you know l still don’t know anything about it, and you promised to teach me about it!” He remembered it was a old motorcycle he and his friends got but you decided to put little stickers of yours on the motorcycle and since it was old he asked if you would like it you did said you don’t know much about motorcycles and he said he could help oh yeah, how could he forget? When his friends teased him about it for days saying ‘oh shin is finally gettin laid!’ And of course wakasa ruined his prideful moment by saying ‘yeah, no more like he’s getting world record by getting rejected.” “I didn’t get rejected!” “Yet.” He tried to jokingly hit him but to his luck wakasa dodged. And he fell. “I kimda feel bad for you sometimes he is hopeless.” Said takeomi “c’mon l’m not that hopeless l know l got rejected… few times-“ “more like a lot of times.” “THAT’S NOT THE POINT! As l was saying l know l got rejected… alot. But l don’t wanna mess this one up can’t you guys help me? Please?” Suddenly the room got quiet he got confused and suddenly they patted his back “l’m so proud of you lil shin is finally being serious” “I WAS ALWAYS SERIOUS!-“ “l can’t believe our shin is asking for help finally realized he can’t pull someone unless we help him” he was thinking about murdering wakasa right here and there but suddenly benkei pushed him without a warning he was gonna yell but then he saw a small figure it was you and then he started to get nervous “shin you’ve been staring are you gonna help or what?” He was getting flashbacks of how he ended up in front of you frankly he was always thinking anything to avoid getting nervous that’s why he is often dazing but he needed to answer you or else he’s gonna be single forever and listen how all of his friends got girls before him until the day he dies “yes l promised to help you” he cringed how robotic he sounded “okay then how about tomorrow? It’s Saturday if you’re free then how about we meet up in your store? I’ll bring the bike” his heart was pounding nad he tried so hard to not smile like a idiot seeing you always makes his day better and seeing you on Saturday? He sure is the luckiest day if we don’t count the 20 rejection. “Yeah sure if it’s fine with you l mean- yeah Saturday yeah! Sounds good.” He mentally punched himself. “Okay then shin see you tomorrow” you smiled and walked away jumping like a bunny he couldn’t take his eyes away from you he stared at you until your figure disappeared. His thoughts got interrupted by his friends giggles and then the reality finally hit him he started to panic again “what should l do?! It’s gonna be two of us! No wait mikey what if he interrupts us while we get close-“ suddenly he got smacked on the head “relax first of all l don’t think mikey will bother to visit you durning saturday and second of all you don’t even date her! Are you trying to fuck her? Then why are yoi saying you are serious about her!” “I am serious! It’s just you know… things happen sometimes..” “yeah things happen sometimes but that doesn’t include you so you don’t need to worry” benkei laughed with wakasa like they’re watching the lame old comedy shows he was seriously thinking about his friend choices at that moment. “Okay l think you need our advice let’s all go to your house so we can come up with a plan” shin thanked god that there is one of them that takes him seriously and willing to help “takeomi you are the real one” says while fake crying “ew yeah sure now quit crying let’s go”

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“Are you stupid how is that gonna work!” Shin disagreed their plan for 15th time their plan got rejected more than how he got rejected ouch. “I thought you were good with ladies takeomi but your suggestions were the most lame shit l’ve ever heard” he huffed yeah he might be lame but he did get ladies more than them “what’s wrong with my plan l mean we know her for years now Y/N is easy to please just show her the cool side of yours and she will fall for you- l hope” “YOU ARE NOT EVEN SURE YOURSELF HOW- HOW ARE YOU GONNA TAKE RESPONSIBILITY IF THIS AINT GONNA WORK!” “Relax it is gonna work your looks are gonna be effective too- l mean we are gonna fix that..” “what’s wrong with the way l dress?!” “It’s something l mean don’t worry nothing is wrong” “yeah its your dumb face that we are worried” shin again considering mudering wakasa but he needed to keep his cool he really needed help but he did question if his friends were really the right answer. They all brain stormed for hours in the end they all (somehow) made a plan now all he needed to prepare himself for tomorrow and pray for the best.

Shinichiro got up the next day tired he was so stressed about today he checked his phone and there was a message from Y/N

“Hey shin l will be there at 1pm is that okay with you?”

He checked the time “10:15am” great!

“Okay then see you at 1pm” and send. He was lucky he had time to mentally prepare himself he decided to do his hair and wear the clothes that takeomi suggested “hey shin l was gonna ask-.. you.. uhh..” he turned around “oh hey emma what happend?” The little girl was confused, very confused. “Are you going somewhere…?” “Yeah l was gonna help my friend n store, why?” The girl just stared at him they both looked at each other until emma breaked the silence “why are you dressing up like that just to help a friend n the store?” He started to sweat “oh- um… do l look weird…?” The girl continued to stare and the man finally broke down “look l was gonna help Y/N with her bike but takeomi insisted for me to wear-“ “Oh so that’s what’s it’s all about you’re meeting Y/N so that’s why you decided to look like.. that because your friends suggested it” he nodded emma was really understanding girl tho he did question shinichiro with his taste most of the time but perhaps asking for a girls help instead of his single friend was better option why he never thought about it? I mean emma must know more things about than him considering the fact that she is a girl. “What do you think? I want to impress Y/N since l can’t really talk openly with her without doing something dumb l thought maybe my looks can save it” the man smiled a bit “hmm yeah changing your looks didn’t changed anything you still look dumb.” Ouch. He can forget how honest and evil the kids can be sometimes he sighed a little hurt but then emma continued “but it must be good, if someone tries hard for me like you l would date that person it’s the effort that counts” he was shocked yeah sure most of the time he gets targeted from his siblings with their pranks and teasings (mostly mikey) but moment like these makes them inseparable he was lucky to have them he smiled softly “thank you emma should l-“ “HEY SHIN COME HERE!!” As always there is always someone who ruins the moments like these he sighs “l’m coming!” He just hopes that none inturups him with Y/N.

After mikey’s tantrum about his breakfast and teasing about his looks he was sure tired emma told everyone his little plan he will never hear the end of it for sure but he just wanted to see you he started opening his shop and getting ready for his crush to show up little did he know that the girl was at the door she entered “shin? Shin l’m hereeee” he got scared for second and his eyes got softened after seeing your figure smiling at him gosh he just likes you so much everything abour you makes him nervous at this point he sees you as godness little exaggerated yeah but he really thinks nothing can- “shiiinnn?” “Huh- oh hello Y/N welcome let me help you with bike” he got up and helped her carrying the bike “shin are you okay? You’ve been dazinf a lot is something on your mind?” You said with worried expression he worried you for a while now did he get rejected again? No that can’t be if that happens he would usually rant about it the weird part is that he never talked about his crushes anymore and now he was acting weird you started to get uneasy about it “oh yeah l’m fine l was just thinking which parts l need to get for your bike let me get them you can just sit there”

He was working on the bike it was weird you started to question not the mention his looks it was confusing this isn’t the shinichiro that you know of course you didn’t mention his looks because you didn’t want to annoy him he looked like he has date after this meet up l mean why else he wears leather jacket boots and wet messy hair he looked cool like this the normal shinichiro would be simple and hot n his own way and you didn’t mind it really shin was really goofy kinda lame too but that’s what you liked about him even if he was lame, uncool and hell stupid to not realize anything you still couldn’t help your heart would beat fast around him you curse yourself sometimes for liking someone dumb like him but at the same time you can’t help but smile softly even know the thought of him going on a date with someone annoyed you can’t he see you for once? You would always try hard for him only him to not realize what you meant that’s why you and your friends made a plan unlike him you were determined to make him see you today worst case he rejects you well it’s better than chasing something for god knows how much longer you need to. “Hey shin?” “Huh- yeah?” “Whats up with your hair?” He stopped he remembered emma saying how stupid he looked so she forced her to wash his hair he didnt has time to dry it so it looked wet, sticky. “Oh l- uh failed to do my hair with hair jell today l decided to wash it without shampoo but it kinda failed.. lk it looks weird ahaha..” he wanted to disappear maybe he shouldn’t listen emma she was still a kid l mean not really a kid but still he couldn’t really trust someone after all “no actually it looks unusual- it looks kinda.. hot? I saw it in a fashion magazine actually it’s kinda popular” sometimes the stupid things he done unintentionally really makes it all workout somehow “really? You liked?” “Yeah.” He was smiling like an idiot again so he decided to lower his gaze and work on the bike again “ are you planning to go on a date?” He stopped his tracks “what? Why?” “I mean your outfit and hair it looks like you’re planning to go on a date why else you want to dress up to simply fix a bike?” He got quite and sad l mean she didn’t get the hint after all he even said he was free all day but her question made him think “what about you Y/N? I never saw you wearing a cute dress like that before sure l saw you wearing skirts but a dress was unexpected.” She thought to herself ‘is he dodging the question by asking me the same thing?’ “No l got this dress yesterday l wanted you to be the first one to see it actually sorry l was shy to ask you but waited for you to mention it” you got nervous l mean sure you were ready to go all out and give him some senses but you’re still a girl in-front of his stupid crush it’s not your fault when you get shy. He started to panic again he practiced this takeomi told him strictly to tell him how beautiful you looked but he thought you didn’t looked different- no, more like he didn’t expected you to wear a dress so he decided his words were stupid oh how much he cursed himself for not listening what takeomi were saying now he’s in this situation just like how takeomi suspected it. “Oh you look… good.” Really? REALLY? GOOD? JUST GOOD? At this point he knew he failed yet again when he saw the little disappointed look on your face it was sad you looked beautiful in that dress but his dumbass can’t even speak about it he clenched his hands hard decided to just shut up and work on the bike.

You were getting more confused why he didn’t see you as a potential partner? I mean you did everything as the girls he liked if not you were good as them too! Everyone at some point imagine their friend as their lover even for a second but why this was so hard for you? You decided to relax and remember your friends advice at this point you were desperate what exactly you don’t and these girls have? You liked shin for how he is you liked his uncool side his caring side everything about him! You have to know so you decided to make a move for it fuck it. At this point the pride doesn’t matter it’s time for the worst desperate scenario you and your friends planned this plan has to work you’re gonna put your everything to make shinichiro see as you a women not just a tomboy and funny girl-friend that he has heck even your friends started to glare at him how can someone like him not realize that you’re head over heels for him they did question your taste but oh well they still helped with this plan. You got up and started the hug shinichiro from behind. The man felt 6 different feelings at once his brain stopped functioning and his body stopped working but his heart yet he gathered all his courage and asked you “w-what are you doing? Did you… need something?” He muttered the last part he was swimming with his sweat “Oh l just wanted to know what you were doing so care to explain?” He started to explain but your hot breath made his mind go blank even he couldn’t understand what he was saying you guys started like that for a while until you started to move things forward and complimenting him “shin you really know much about this stuff it’s kinda hot l don’t understand why you don’t get any girls” this made him relax a bit “maybe girls aren’t into bike and stuff or me l don’t really know they all had different answers honestly” he worked on your bike more slowly he wanted to stay in this position for a while your hug from behind was comforting and your questions were silly you were trying hard to understand it was kinda cute for him. You were happy that he was more calm you almost thought he was sick because how hot he was now that he was comfortable you started to move things further “shin you know this looks like it’s gonna take a lot of timeeee” you whined “hmm yeah since it’s old and hardly working one day isn’t enough” you smiled “but l walked here and it’s almost 8pm it’s getting dark soo..” You hugged him tighter “since my ride is in your store for the service, how about l ride you instead or.. care to give me some service right now?” You started to sweat a bit you really put all your courage to ask him that you were willing to give anything for him “Do you want to ride me?” He got quite and you nodded then he opened his mouth “sure l’ll drop you today if that’s what you want” what. “As for service l can’t really give one to you l want to finish this part but you can do as you please” “…” you were speechless was he doing it on purpose if so how can he be so unbothered about it the only time he reacted was you hugging him. You were getting more speechless and more undetermined if he is that dumb then maybe you should tell him directly even the last plan failed so might as well just tell him you already feel like it’s over “hey shin…” “hm? Yes Y/N?” You put your head on his shoulder “am l not good enough?” He stopped “what do you mean Y/N?” “Shin… did you understand what l meant a while ago?” He thought about it for a minute “you asked for a ride..? But l’m not sure about the service part you didn’t said anything specific.” You sighed the man that did tons of sexual jokes didn’t understand this one .“okay forget about that then shin do you like someone?” You said. His eyes got wide and he was speechless why this sudden conversation he took his leather jacket off and revealed his ripped tshirt he looked so hot he was sweating you were getting more impatient yes he was awkward around girls sometimes you need to take the lead bur after that he can take care of the rest he needed a little hint, a little push

“shin l love you.” He froze and looked at you “what?” Yeah a little push and hint turned into basically dropping the bomb without a warning but you were ready to blow it up so you spoke again “Just shut up and listen l’ve always liked you l get mad sometimes for not giving up but… the way you care for people you love makes my heart beat the way you take care of your siblings and always showing your flaws with a proud face saying it’s okay to be you… Shin for a long time l questioned why l liked you l mean you’re not hot, handsome and smart-“ “OUCH HEY C’MON- WHY DID YOU HIT ME???“ “JUST LISTEN TO ME WILL YOU! Ugh! Like l was saying you’re definitely not every girls dream but… you are my dream l don’t mind anything about you in-fact all this time l watched you every time you don’t take credit for the things you done and always being there for people smiling like an idiot..l still don’t have a straight answer about why l love you so much but for years l liked you because you’re just shin” he smiled for the first time someone actually saw through him she liked him because he is him not cool and handsome like others yeah he isn’t rich or has good income but he is willing to do anything for his family friends that’s him. “So you like me huh..” you got quite “yeah l don’t know, l dont want to ruin our friendship but shin l can’t hold myself any longer l can’t look at you without wanting to kiss you, l cant look at you without wanting you too only show your vulnerable sides to me l want you to smile to me only l know l’m selfish but.. l can’t stop this feelings.. so please give me your answer.” He still couldn’t understand how he stayed calm without kissing you right here and there but he wanted to be sure now that you said it youself he decided to come clean too “Y/N… you know l liked- no loved you for a while now compare to everything you were the most understanding girl l’ve ever seen even now you proved my point l was scared to make a move today when you asked why l dressed like that and dodged the question l actually wanted this to be date l didnt want anyone other than you so please can you be my girlfriend l’m not the perfect guy l know l made you confess first even but l swear if you say yes l will never make you regret saying yes even a minute” you locked eyes with him and gave him your answer

“Yes”

Bonus: “hey so shin what did she told you when she hugged you”

“yeah wakasa is right tell us shin” “oh she said ‘since my ride is in your store for the service, how about l ride you instead or care to give me some service right now?’”

“…”

“What?”

“Shin l’m sorry but do you know what she meant?”

“No?”

“You were right shin maybe somethings can happen sometimes maybe we should’ve include you too.”

“what do you mean wakasa???”

“Shin… she asked you to fuck her.”

“WHAT…. What..”

“Maybe you were right when you said we should include a scenario abour fucking-“

“TAKEOMI!!!”

A/N: this was my first time writing a fic enjoy

[a-jynx]

:0 yall are ACTUALLY insane omg- 1,061 of you guys like my stuff??? im so thankful for you all and i hope my future works get as much love <33

also how should we celebrate 1K?? i genuinely have no thought behind it, so if there's something you guys would want to see lemme know !! without further ado; how the DSMP introduce you on stream; [dream team + others]

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Dream; - this mf doesn't have a face-cam but he does have a mic, so chat 100% heard you come in laughing about a TikTok - "babe-" - he's never jumped so high or muted himself so quickly, but chat was already flying with questions and you couldn't help but feel relief as you guys had been dating for months and you could keep it a secret for so long... - "do you want to come out about our relationship? i don't want you to be bombarded with questions and shit," "we'd have to tell them sometime, bubs," - after getting your approval, he'd unmute and start to introduce you; "okay, chat, uh... Yes, someone came in, yes they called me babe, and yes i am dating someone - sorry simps - this is Y/N, my partner, and I want you guys to show them love and respect since I love them-" "more than George?" - dream glared at you before rolling his eyes, mumbling "you're an idiot" under his breath - oh, and let's just say you guys were trending for a few days <3

Sapnap; - it was definitely during his shock stream (yes, im holding onto the stream for as long as i live) - he forgot to tell you - which doesn't seem possible, but he was busy trying to get dream to fix up the shock collar - "hey bubs what're you-" - once again he's never jumped that high before but he whipped around and stared at you, as you stared back at him before slowly - trying - to lower your voice - "you're streaming-" "i've been streaming for the past hour - how have you not heard me?!" "i've been gone, dickhead!" his mic definitely picked up all of that and there will be clips all over TikTok, so have fun finding those on your fyp ! - he would pause everything before stepping to the side, holding you and whispering (he remembered to mute) - "do you wanna meet them? i know my chat's already freaking out" "you do have some crazy fans babe.. but what's the harm in getting it done..?" -he brought you over, holding you in his lap, and began to answer all of the questions flying in 'how long have you been dating?' 'did you both move in with dream?' 'do we know them somehow??' a lot of questions that lowkey took over the stream but Sap was thankful - dream was being a dick with the cheap jumpscares - "i think that went well," and would you look at that? trendinggg~

George; - that little door that's always closed?? yeah, you opened it and came from there - you lowkey scared the shit out of him since he just saw it from the corner of his eye - "oh my god, Y/N what the hell-" - ayo this boy would actually yell at you to get out or something, but we both know you won't <3 -"okay, rude, i literally came to ask what you wanted to get for dinner" "yeah, and I'm streaming???" "yeah, i know, i can see that- oh you're streaming..." - you both would just stare at each other and would be so confused on what to do - i mean, they've seen you but like... are you guys ready to put your relationship out there? - George would end the stream, not bothering with a goodbye or anything since this was a big thing for you guys - and after discussing it over some take-out, you guys both posted a couple photos on both of your Twitters :)

Quackity; - o m g; he'd just laugh because you looked terrified but then he'd mute and step aside to hug you - he wouldn't know what to do at first; he obviously comforted you first but he had no real idea of how to approach this since he wanted to keep at least a little bit of his life hidden - would ignore it; donos turned off, any questions in bits he skipped over, and of course any questions in chat he ignored - he wouldn't want to pressure you into showing off your relationship when you both agreed to keep it out of your social media lives - ofc the questions would get a lot and if the fans found your socials, they'd spam you asking - finally, Q posted a photo on his Instagram story with him pressing a long kiss to your cheek with the caption 'mi vida'

Wilbur; - he'd watch you come in from his camera - definitely was too late for him to be streaming </3 - "hello, love bug.. did I wake you?" pls he'd be so sweet about accidentally waking you or something before turning his chair towards you, opening his arms - cradling you close, he'd go back to his stream, ignoring the flying by questions, going back to what the conversation was about until he pressed a few kisses to your hair, rubbing his thumb against your shoulder - "yes, chat, this is my significant other, and you can see they're sleepy, so it's going to be a bit quieter," - would ask for screenshots and clips because a) you'd been wanting a new home screen b) he knew you looked cute c) he wanted to gush about you and now was a perfect time- - "oh, chat, that reminds me of the time Y/N did-" and would tell the story; bragging about you came easy to that simp

Karl; - it 100% would be because you wanted to join </3 - probably during a JackBox game with his friends, and they looked like they were having fun - plus Karl mentioned wanting to come forward with your relationship when he noticed that everyone kept pointing out how all of Mr. Beast crew had significant others - his face would literally go :0 to :D so quickly because he noticed it was you - "baby?? did you need something??" "yeah, i wanna join :((" - his heart would explode because of perfect timing?? - "perfect ! Chat, this is-" he'd paused and pull you into the cameras' view with a giggle and pressing small kisses to your cheek as you laughed as well, slouching into his chest as he tried to read chat "this is my lovely, adorable partner Y/N!! - you'd laugh and wave before he unmuted in-game and announced you were wanting to play, which everyone agreed because you were so sweet?? and your answers were top-notch like omg

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hello, helloooo~

exciting news, i got a new job !! i went shadowing and paperwork today, so my first official day is Monday, so posts will be a little slower as I am now working full-time! I will try and get more stuff out and I hope it still gets all the love <3

Until tomorrow, I hope you have a beautiful day ~ J

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➳who cursed the bludger? ♡

in which the reader's dominant hand is injured badly after a rogue bludger slams into it and none other than fred weasley is behind it. who cursed the bludger?

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ± 2k

tw: serious injury, a little bit of swearing

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ft. penny clearwater

who cursed the bludger?

y/n was currently draped lazily over her broomstick, haven given up trying to teach penelope clearwater how to fly. said prefect was on the grass, smirking as y/n embarrassedly looked around.

"penny that's not ok to ask!"

"fine, fine," she pondered for a moment, "hey, what's up with you and fred weasley, huh?"

"nothing at all," y/n answered a little too quick for penny's liking.

"c'mon, y/n, you're younger than me, i should know all that happens. you two are very...flirty."

"yeah well, my dear pennysylvania, we have flirty personalities. duh."

"no, you don't."

"okay, i don't. he does."

"but he seems like he means it."

"of course he means it? he says it in a joking way? y'know, he means it as a joke."

"hmm, nope, i don't think so, y/n. he's looking your way right now."

"i'm probably blocking the space, let's move outta the way."

"you're not gonna play with them?"

"already play in matches, why now? let's chat."

fred was silently eavesdropping on their conversation as he heard his name.

"sooo you and perceeee??" y/n dragged out, grinning as she did loop-do-loops with her broomstick.

penny blushed, but looked disappointed, "he likes oliver."

"oh. well, f percy, what about marcus??"

"he's just marcus. we're best friends, y/n."

"my fav trope of romance is best friends to lovers," y/n wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and penny shook her head in amusement.

"my one is the opposites attract."

"hmm yeah, that's a good one too, it's really cute! say, aren't you and mar-"

"i was meaning you!"

"huh?"

"you and fred."

fred smirked as he listened, flicking back the bludger harshly at angelina.

"oh yes because we are totally meant for each other," y/n sarcastically replied.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"yes."

"you're doing this on purpose!"

"hmm? what?"

"oh my goodness, merlin you're stupid bro!" penny said exasperatedly.

"and you just realised. congrats, penny."

"anyway, what i'm saying is you and fred are rather like opposites. although he's extroverted and you're extroverted, you're a cute little nerd," y/n huffed at this 'i am n o t a nerd for the last time!' "and he's a class clown in the most charming way. you like reading and he likes pranking people and quidditch. you're a goody two shoes, an adorable one, but he's this foolish jock," penny looked proud with her argument so y/n laughed, "you're modest and he's very confident. and you're both hot."

y/n smiled, "i am not hot!" she giggled, "that's stupid."

"oi, ange!" penny called to angelina who looked over at her in amusement.

"yeah?"

"is y/n hot?"

"oh, totally!" angelina casually threw the quaffle into the hoop, "10/10."

"guyyys you flatTer me," y/n stretched out as the three of them laughed, "i'm bLushIng."

"you actually are," angie quipped.

"it's a command thing. if she wants to blush, she'll blush," replied penny.

they burst into giggles again.

fred watched y/n. a rosy pink, sure enough, had spread across her cheeks. that was enough to get her blushing?

"oi, l/n!"

y/n's head snapped his way, her eyes narrowed as if expecting an insult being thrown her way.

"your lips are pretty!"

her form relaxed, "thanks! yours are too!!"

penny giggled as angie rolled around laughing.

"what?" y/n looked around.

"the way you return flirting is hilarious."

"a compliment for a compliment, isn't that what they say?"

angelina snorted, "no one says that."

"oh well i say it, so deal with it."

"hey, i have an idea!" penny brightened up.

"let's hear it!"

"let's teach y/n pick up lines, ange!"

"oh you're a genius, penny!"

"okay, so-"

a bludger came whizzing at y/n as she screamed, trying frantically to dodge it. it hit her hand and a crack was heard.

luckily she immediately hopped off calmly, taking out her wand shakily and stunning the bludger, before penny and angie helped her over to the hospital ward, fred lagging guiltily behind.

she was ordered to stay in bed rest and with drowsy eyes she drifted off.

fred watched her feeling so terrible as he saw her heavily bandaged hand, imagining how he was going to tell her that he was in fact the one that had charmed it.

the next day, she was out and about, gently cradling her hand which was broken.

"um, hey, y/n," he nervously approached her.

"oh, hello!"

"i might have jinxed the bludger to go wild," he confessed abruptly, "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to-"

"no, it's fine, really." she gave him a reassuring smile and walked off.

he noticed that she couldn't write in class. usually she was scribbling away, but she just sat awkwardly at her desk, trying frantically to get anything legible down with her non-dominant hand. the fact she was so courteous and forgiving about everything just made it worse.

by now, y/n was dying inside. she couldn't write notes, and even though she wanted to ask any willing person for a duplicate of their notes, she'd have to explain the whole broken hand thing.

"ange?"

"yep?"

"do you have history of magic notes?" y/n did puppy eyes.

"nope, you forgot i dropped out."

"oh."

"do you want mine?" fred asked, smirking as he looked y/n up and down.

"you take notes?!!!" y/n was shook.

"only for you, 'cause i felt bad."

"you didn't need to!"

"i did. you want them?"

"yes please, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!!"

"you're acting like you're not the one the bludger hit," angie quipped and y/n frowned, completely forgetting fred was still there, browsing the notes.

"c'mon, it was just an accident. and i've always wanted to be ambidextrous."

"lovely, you were struggling. i'll take all your notes. my handwriting isn't neat but i owe you."

y/n ducked to hide the light blush she could not control at all.

immediately she got a confused look from fred.

and instantly she thought of something that might make the blush go away. he didn't mean it, it slipped out, she thought and she felt her face cooling down, a slight frown appearing on her face.

"o-okay, thanks fred."

"no problems, darling," he flirted.

"that's good, darling," she flirted graciously back, bravely tilting her head up and looking him in the eye.

he took it well.

"where did you learn how to flirt so well, my little love??"

"why, freddie," she joked flirtatiously, "from you of course!"

he coughed and excused himself.

"he should really be careful with who he's flirting mindlessly with," y/n rolled her eyes.

angelina laughed, "flirting mindlessly? do you see the way he looks at you?"

"personality," y/n stated simply.

"or not."

true to his word, notes in fred's flurry of handwriting appeared neatly stacked every day. they were far too thorough and consisted of stupid flirty notes by the side. sometimes a little note, written in class, was jammed in there probably by accident:

hello freddie!

i have a crush on you 0-o, hogsmeade at 7pm on sunday?

-jamie <3, boy who sits in front of you in arithmancy

jamie,

i already have my eye on someone :) not you, sorry, y/n cringed at the bluntness of his words

you are very nice, perhaps try trera rivera if you swing that way? or illinois ann if you swing all ways?

oh i'm so sorry, i didn't know that! i'll talk to both. was the gracious answer

-jamie

and again! the lucky boy! this time from a girl.

weasley-

i know we hate each other but give me a chance to explain myself? broom closet at 9 tomorrow ? it trailed off to something that y/n didn't even want to think about.

k.o

fuck off. i don't fucking like you, i like someone else, ffs.

was the reply as y/n laughed and made sure to give the note back to fred.

it wasn't everyday someone confessed to you, right?

she underlined all the words that simply weren't legible to ask fred about.

and aNOTHER ONE?? how did this boy have so many admirers? y/n had received 0 love letters from any boy, let alone people of the same gender. you knew you were good with the ladies (and the gentlemen) when everyone sent you these letters.

dearest frederick-

it droned quite sweetly on about him and loving him and the writing was really magnificent.

margaret perrer

hi marg

i'm really really sorry. you seem like such a nice person, and it's not you, it's me. i, however, have a friend who really adores you: kenneth. he'll be an amazing friend and maybe more.

i also already am interested in another girl, so it really isn't you. thank you for your beautiful letter, hopefully we can be friends!

fred

oh he was very nice. feeling like she had overstepped the boundaries, she put them aside, discovering more and more but putting them all in a stack. she felt slightly insecure, especially when they all looked relatively neW?? the perfume on the flowers still smelled fresh?? who was this guy?

she sighed, finishing her read through and being thoroughly impressed with the sheer quality of the notes.

but there were around 100 words she had underlined. she skipped down into the great hall where she spotted two gingers. as soon as one (she couldn't see which one) saw her, he got up, whispered to the other something, and left.

when she approached the one that was left behind, she saw it was george.

"hi georgie!" she greeted him and thrust the papers into his hand, "where's fred?"

george shrugs, "left, for a date or something."

"oh, okay, could you translate these for me, the underlined words?" if y/n was disappointed, she didn't show it.

"oh yeah, sure, his handwriting's rubbish, isn't it."

"yes it is, i can barely read half of it."

george finished scribbling words next to the underlined ones.

"oh! and give these back to him? i'm pretty sure he dropped them in, probably got mixed up." she gave him the pile of letters, now neatly bundled in rope she had found.

"oh, yeah sure," george smirked, "of course."

"nice, well that's it, thanks for the help!"

"anything else?"

"tell fred good luck."

"right, right, mhm."

"yea."

once she'd left, george took out his walkie talkie.

"got that, freddie?"

"crystal clear."

"you're pining, pffft, hahahahah," george smirked as fred sighed.

"it didn't even work?"

"which plan?"

"the one to drop the letters in."

"i'm pretty sure she read like two, she didn't seem that disappointed?"

"exactly."

"you're an idiot. just tell her."

"but that's boringggg."

"well drop the hints then, merlin fred you're terrible at this."

"i haven't dated a billion girls like you!"

"then learn how to date my goodness."

"true."

"come fucking back."

"hickies or no?"

"eh go for it. i wanna see her reaction and then we can decide whether she likes you or not."

fred strided handsomely in, neck littered with little hickies and his top had two buttons open, freckles and pale broad shoulders showing.

george rolled his eyes, muttering, "drama queen," as he subtlely watched y/n. she managed not to look so surprised, her eyes widening then looking down quickly at her hands.

he would have thought she felt nothing for his twin if a light pink had not dusted over her face and if angie had not nudged her with a concerned look on her face.

y/n was wondering what the hell happened, disappointment rising slowly in her.

"okay, she's into you," george whispered as fred began removing the spell, leaving the unbuttoned shirt unbuttoned.

"cool beans."

"oh and she gives these back," george smirked.

"oh look at how she bundled it! so adorable georgie!"

"you're disgusting."

y/n hurried to the library at 6pm. she had heard the book she had waited for was finally available.

as she settled down with it, a paper aeroplane hit her.

"ahh!" she screamed as she caught it.

it read:

forbidden forest, 8pm.

huh? was this meant for her? it was in neat handwriting and on the smoothest parchment, with a single flower that smelt like fresh rain.

[spencersawkward]

*concussions and confessions//spencer reid*

summary: a near-death experience encourages Spencer to admit his feelings for his best friend, even at the risk of ruining their relationship.

pairing: Fem!Reader/Spencer

content warnings: oh boy there’s a lot. i’ll start with the nonsexual ones-- choking (again, not sexual), blunt force, violence, some angst. ok time for the fun ones-- unprotected penetrative sex, masturbation, sex dream, oral (male receiving), slight dirty talk, creampie. lmk if there are more that i missed! 

word count: 5.4k

A/N: hi omg so i actually combined two requests for this bc i loved the concepts and i didn't wanna do one and not the other. i hope i do both of these justice hehe thanks for sending them! also sorry if the unsub scene sucks-- i don’t usually write that way, so i tried my best. 

request(s): omg if you need ideas for baby spence can you do a one shot where he's the girls best friend (she's not in the bau) and they are in love but neither of them admit it and he is really hurt in a case or almost dies or something traumatic and only when he gets back they confess their love... and then have sex 😏 ive been thinking about this concept alot 😌

can’t stop thinking about baby spencer (like s2-s4) & his girl best friend losing their virginity to each other... can you write a one shot on this please?

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"when are you coming back?" you ask over the line. you're lying on your bed, legs in the air while you talk to your best friend. it's been a long day for you, but a longer day for him. it's always a longer day for him. 

"you know that I don't know the answer to that question." Spencer's voice is soft as he attempts to keep quiet. he's two hours ahead and, despite the fact that you're both night owls, the person he's rooming with tonight isn't. 

"I know, but there's this Korean film festival that starts tomorrow and I was hoping you would be here to translate for me." you examine your nails while you talk. Spencer lets out a disappointed sigh. 

it's only been a few days since he left, but it's been a week since you last saw him and it feels like a long time. whenever he's not at work, you two are joined at the hip. ever since you first met a few years back at a poetry convention in DC, it feels like he's the only person who understands you. which is weird, because you couldn't be more different as individuals. 

"you should bring one of your other friends." 

"bold of you to assume I have other friends." you joke. Spencer chuckles to himself and your heart flutters. you love his laugh more than anything in the world. 

"I thought that was just me." he says. 

"oh, it is just you," you reply flatly. "I was trying to make you feel better."

you can practically feel Spencer smiling through the phone. although you tease him pretty frequently, he's sometimes able to get in his own shots. it's what makes your friendship interesting.

"hey," you add before he can say anything more. "how's the case going?" 

Spence starts to detail the whole thing, and you listen intently, the timbre and smoothness of his voice comforting you as you slip beneath the covers of your bed. you like the way he enunciates his words, his strange manner of speaking, because it lulls you to sleep. 

you know he's talking about horrible things, but something about the sound comforts you deeply. when he's not around, you're wishing you had it bottled up. 

he lays out their profile as it stands, and you fall silent. it's getting pretty late and you have to be up early for work tomorrow, so it would be a good idea to get some real rest. plus, Spencer needs to sleep, too-- even though he probably won't. 

you remember times when he'd call you at three in the morning, his mind whirring as he played chess against himself and asked if you wanted to hang out so he could teach you how. you hate chess, but of course you said yes; you'd been head over heels with him since your first conversation.

eventually, you feel yourself start to drift off. you don't even really know what he's saying; all of it blends together until you're laying there, one cheek pressed to the pillow and the receiver against the other. 

"Y/N?" he says your name abruptly and your eyes, which have been slowly drawing shut this whole time, fly open. 

"yeah?" 

"go to bed."

"what? no, I'll wait until you're done." you shift. 

"I could hear your breathing change." 

"then why didn't you just hang up?" you giggle. he goes silent for a moment and you wonder if he cut out, but then he responds. 

"I wanted to say goodnight." 

it's like a cage of butterflies is unleashed in your stomach. you wrinkle your nose as you get nervous. god, you miss him. things would be so much better if he was back. not like he'd be in your bed even if he was, though.  

"then say goodnight." you prod. he lets out an awkward little sound. 

"now I can't because you made it weird." 

"how did I make it weird?" 

"I don't know, you just did." he's so clumsy, your face heats up. you want to keep talking like this until morning.

"goodnight, Spence," the words sound reluctant, but you try to cover it up by teasing him further. "see, was that so bad?" 

"oh my god, Y/N--" he tries to sound exasperated. 

"no goodnight back?" you raise an eyebrow even though he can't see you right now.  

a lengthy silence again. "goodnight."

"that's what I thought." before he can protest, you end the call, settle into the covers. moonlight beams on the walls of your apartment, and you start to think about your best friend. about all the nights spent curled up on his couch with two bowls of popcorn, his ramblings about how much he loves his job and him asking about yours. 

he's a great listener. every time you talk, he nods along like he's hanging off every word. it's nice to feel heard that way, to have someone care. and he's fun to hang out with, too. you've met his team before and they all talk about how hard it is to get him to go out, but they don't see the same side of him that you do. 

Spencer is nerdy and cute and kind and sensitive. he makes you feel special. he's everything that you've ever wanted in a person. but it's not like it would matter, anyway. he hasn't really shown interest in any girls-- much less you. even if he did, you're scared of ruining the friendship. 

the fallout of not having him around at all... it would destroy you. and something, even if it's torturous, is better than nothing. 

which is why, as you sit there and remember being around him, your fingertips creep below the comforter. a familiar routine, they move over your stomach, until they reach the waistband of your panties. for a moment, you hesitate. it's wrong. he's your best friend. but he doesn't need to know that this is how you handle the ache he puts between your legs. 

as your index finger slides down your slit, you feel the wetness already forming. Spencer's hands, his mouth. the thought of his lips pressed to yours while he fucks you, holding your body like it's delicate. 

you don't know exactly how it would feel because you've never had sex, but you want to find out with him. he's never done it, either. you don't care; all you need is to have him inside of you, to see how he looks when he's on the edge. 

your mind wanders to the image of him parting your legs and rolling his eyes into the back of his head. the sensation of him filling you up. falling apart. 

you slide a finger inside, gasping at the way your walls tighten and your imagination runs wild. that tongue, lapping and making you squirm, your fingers twisted in his soft hair. he's so sweet; his attentiveness would make your legs shake. you want to look into his eyes while he does it. 

you add a second finger, curl them and brush over the most sensitive part. the pressure of his hips grinding into yours. your body curves up at the way you start to finger yourself, the other hand stimulating your clit. it's almost overwhelming, the way his name tumbles from your lips over and over. 

you've never wanted someone so badly in your life; he belongs in your bloodstream. the sounds he would make in your ear before finally cumming and collapsing on top of you, spent. you want to tire him out and then do it all over again. 

you're greedy on the edge, indulging in every single image of him you can conjure up, every dirty thing you'd say. finally, you feel yourself fall, the orgasm intense as you bite back groans of pleasure and work through the high. it's amazing. 

you sit there, panting, feeling your heart beat in your chest. some things can't leave your head, they're so sinful. and the worst part is that you don't regret it in the slightest. 

...

Spencer can feel his pulse practically leaping against his throat as he makes his way through the empty warehouse. he should have waited for backup; he knows he should have, but it's too late now to go back and change things. 

he clutches his gun, pointing it in front of him while his eyes flicker wildly across the space. he's moving between enormous aisles stuffed with crates, not knowing who else is around. they said the unsub brought his newest victim here-- Spencer came first because was closest to the site-- but he hears nothing aside from the uneven rhythm of his own breath. 

every step is careful. he's thinking about how close the rest of the team must be. based on their distance from the station, they should arrive within six minutes-- but that doesn't account for the time it takes to put on their bulletproof vests, to get to their cars. 

truthfully, he doesn't know if he's going to have to do this on his own. and that scares him the most. 

there's no point in worrying. he swallows the lump in his throat and presses his back to one of the crates. there's a scraping noise a ways off that causes him to freeze. because of the echoes of the warehouse, the origin is indiscernible. he doesn't breathe, eyes darting between each of the openings into the aisle. 

after a minute of pure silence, he peels himself away and turns to head back out. 

and that's when the sound of wood cracking against bone startles him; he hears it before he feels it, but it's obvious when he crumples to the floor. like knife points pressing into his brain at all angles, the shooting agony in his skull. 

he starts to clutch at his head, only to be yanked off the ground by a meaty hand and thrown against the side of a crate. 

"fucking feds." the guy is enormous. gargantuan. he keeps his arm across Reid's throat, pressing down enough to restrict his airway. but Spencer can't even concentrate on the guy's face further than its rough outlines. his vision is going in and out, fuzzy at the edges from the blow to his head. 

he definitely has a concussion. 

"I..." he trails off. the huge FBI logo on his vest is a dead giveaway. 

"all alone?" the unsub has breath like rotten fish, spits each word into his face. "I won't even need my gun." 

Spencer's head lolls to the side and he catches sight of his own weapon lying helplessly a few feet away. there's no way he could get to it in time, even if he got out of this guy's chokehold. 

he tries to think of a way to talk himself out of this; after all, their profile said he'd be more susceptible to negotiation, but that's kind of hard to do with someone's forearm slammed against your trachea. he presses harder and Spencer sees stars. his glasses hang almost off the bridge of his nose, centimeters from falling to the floor. 

he starts to realize that he's going to die, defenseless and alone, in a warehouse. at the hands of a man who kills women because his Viagra doesn't work. but this doesn't incite the kind of panic Spencer always predicted he'd feel. the lack of oxygen in his brain causes him to go delirious. 

he misses home. his mom and his old house, even though things were hard. he misses Y/N, his team members. he wishes his team was here; he should have waited for them. he should have told Y/N how he feels. now she's never going to know. 

Reid is so out of it, he doesn't even notice the pressure being relieved from his throat until he collapses on the ground. the unsub falls, too, his cheek smashed by the force of the abandoned wooden plank. 

it's hard to tell what's happening until Reid lifts his head to see Morgan standing above him, preparing to handcuff the criminal.

"kid," Spencer never thought he'd be so glad to hear his voice. "what happened?"

...

you practically crash into Spencer's apartment the next evening, flinging your body through the front door with your spare key. 

"Spence?" you call out from the entryway. everything still looks the same, but when his colleague, Penelope, called you today to tell you that Reid had gotten a concussion after a run-in with an unsub, you rushed here as soon as you could. 

"in here." he calls from his bedroom. you don't hesitate, your feet carrying you there. you've been anxious all day; he didn't call last night or even text like usual. you were on the verge of panicking when Penelope called. 

of course, you knew that was the risk with Spencer. he knew the risk, too. his life would always be in the balance when it came to the cases, but he'd gone through so many at this point, you weren't thinking about it. if you did, you wouldn't be able to focus on anything else. 

when you walk in, the first thing you see is Spencer laying in bed in his silk pjs. there's a stack of unread books on his bedside table. his glasses sit on top. he's just laying there with his eyes closed. 

"oh my god." you mutter, dropping your bag on the floor and walking over. he opens his eyes with a slight smile. there's a purple bruise forming across his throat, light but definitely there.  

"hi." 

"what the fuck happened?" you ask the question you've been wondering the whole way here. 

"he hit me with a plank." Spencer explains, the phrase coming out like he's still confused about it. "I'm fine, just a mild concussion and a bruise because he choked me." 

you take a second to assess if he actually means that he's okay, or if he's trying not to worry you. he stares at your expression for a second. 

"Y/N, I'm really fine." 

"you don't look fine." you gesture to the fact that he's laying in bed. 

"my body is sore, but nothing's wrong with me. I just can't look at screens or read." this last part makes him much more melancholy, it seems. you reach down and ruffle his hair playfully. 

"sounds like a nightmare." 

"it is." he cracks up. 

"I'm glad you're okay." you sigh. your heart rate has slowed to a reasonable pace now that you know he's fine. Spencer gives a ghost of a smile, and when he pats the empty spot on the bed beside him, you kick off your shoes and climb over his body to sit down. "so... did you guys get him?" 

"the unsub?" he turns his head to look at you. something is in his eyes that you can't read. "yeah, he's in custody. we saved the girl he abducted, too." 

"well, aren't you a hero?" you grin, pinching his arm. 

"ow!" he flinches. "don't hurt the patient."

"oh, so now you're injured?" you giggle softly. his smile fades a bit, gaze trailing from your face to your legs. it isn't lustful or anything, more like he's taking in your existence. it still makes your heart flutter. 

"I wasn't really a hero, anyway," he sighs. "I got knocked down before I even found her." 

"oof." you wince. 

"yeah, it's sort of embarrassing. I went in by myself and--"

"you went by yourself?" you clarify, turning to face him. of course he did. 

"yeah." he avoids your gaze. 

"Spencer, I work in a stationery shop and I know you're supposed to wait for backup." you deadpan. he snorts, staring straight ahead at the wall. his hair is flat in the back from where he's been resting it against the headboard. 

"he would have hurt her if I had waited." he explains. your heart softens a bit at this. you know Spencer has a problem with saving people; sometimes he doesn't think things through. but you know that it's only because he cares. 

you smile gently, appreciating what a beautiful person he is. you don't understand how other people don't see him how you do. your hand reaches for his suddenly, and you find yourself snuggling into his shoulder. 

Spencer doesn't usually like touch, but he welcomes this, dropping his own head to rest on top of yours while you both stare at the wall. his silence feels heavy, more than it usually does, and you wonder what he's thinking. 

"I'm really glad you're okay, Spencer." your tone is low, like it's a secret. 

"you already said that." 

"shut up." 

"you care about me." he sing-songs with a smile, and you know he means it in a friendly way, but you don't care. it brings warmth to your cheeks. 

"whatever. you care about me, too." 

he lets out a slight chuckle. "when I started to black out, I thought of you." 

your heart leaps, even though the reason is pretty dark. "oh, yeah?"

"mhmm." he hums. 

"nobody's ever told me that they thought of me in their last moments of life before." you tease. there are so many things you'd like to say, but know you can't. he smells like himself and coffee beans, his skin warm beneath the silk of his pajamas. 

"I'd hope not."

"anything in particular?" you wonder aloud. 

"what?" you feel him tense beneath you, and that's how you know there's something he's not telling you. 

"were you thinking about anything in particular?" 

"someone's full of themselves." he jokes. you smack his arm.  

"humor me." more than anything, you want to hear his thoughts. you know you're reaching, but you don't care. 

"just..." he pauses, the next words coming out almost too quietly to hear. "things I never got to say to you." 

"like?" now you're intrigued. 

"no way." he laughs and you groan, turning and realizing that you've both sunk deeper onto the bed and are now practically lying down. 

"c'mon," you prod. you've flipped onto your side while you watch him, his eyes directed at the ceiling. "what if you'd actually died?" 

Spencer gives you a look, and you wish you could snap a picture of his face. the gentle features, the warmth in his eyes. he stares at you differently than before, and it makes your stomach flip again. "I, um." 

you start to trace your index absently down his forearm, where his sleeve has incidentally gotten rolled up. his skin is soft. you know that this isn't a friendly thing to do, but something inside you craves his touch right now. you almost lost him; you can't imagine how horrible that would be. 

"I wanted to say that I--" he gulps, muscles in his shoulder tight beneath your cheek. "well, I care about you, and I... I really love you." 

it's not the first time he's said it, obviously in a platonic sense. what affects you is that he's acting like it's a big deal. 

"I love you too, Spence." you smile softly. his chest rises and falls faster, his face tensed. 

"no, I mean--" he turns onto his side, using the action to distract from his own nervousness. he holds your gaze and you forget how to breathe as he speaks. every syllable is serious, but you note his fingers fidgeting at his side. "I'm in love with you." 

it's like all the air in the room has been sucked out. you swallow, unsure of how to react at first. you don't believe what you're hearing, simply because it doesn't make sense. you've been friends for a while, now, but Spencer has never made a move to ask you out or acted like he wanted anything more. 

your heart swells. 

"you're in love with me?" the words even feel surreal on your tongue. he takes it as rejection.

"I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry." Spencer rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands, his expression turning to a cringe. he's about to sit up to hide the red in his cheeks, but you pull him back down by the shoulder. 

"not so fast, crazy boy." the corners of your mouth are turning up into a grin. you can't help it; every nerve in your body is alive. Spencer loves you. he feels the same way. 

when he sinks back down onto the mattress and sighs, preparing to say something that rescinds the statement to erase any awkwardness, you grab his face and turn it to yours. you don't kiss him, only force him to look. 

"I'm in love with you, too." 

his eyebrows fly up in surprise. "r-really?"

"yes." you nod. 

he takes a second to process this. you see about five different expressions pass over his face, each one reminding you of how earnest he is. and it's absolutely adorable. 

"well, that's good, isn't it?" he clarifies. you pretend to think on it. 

"I'd say so, yeah." 

he smiles. a genuine, rare one that makes your veins feel as if they're full of glitter. you're on Cloud 9. 

"can I kiss you?" you ask him quietly. he seems surprised at this, too, like he never thought you'd want that, but then nods eagerly. 

you close the gap between you on the bed, holding his jaw in one hand while the other rests on his forearm. your lips meet softly at first. he's cautious, scared of pushing you away. he hasn't kissed many people before. but he's good at it, letting you take the lead. 

there's no way to adequately describe kissing Spencer. every bone in your body turns to mush, immediately craving more contact. you slide your tongue across his full bottom lip, and he lets you in. his affection is the most loved you've ever felt. because sure, you haven't had sex, but you've kissed people before. 

never like this. 

one of his hands goes up to wrap around your forearm tenderly before he shifts to lie on his side. you wrap around each other, turning the kiss into a full-body embrace as you breathe in. you want more. your leg swings over his torso so you can pull yourself closer, and he groans into your mouth when your pelvis presses against his. 

the kiss gets more heated, his hands carefully but hungrily traveling down the curve of your waist. you flip so that you're straddling him without breaking any contact. 

you don't really think about the way your hips begin to rock against his, your pussy involuntarily working for friction. there are so many happy chemicals in your brain right now, you giggle against his mouth when his body bucks up into yours. he groans. 

"Y/N..." he breathes softly. his hands move from your waist to your thighs, afraid to dig his fingertips in. 

"what?" you sigh, licking over his bottom lip again. he moans at the way you keep grinding on his erection. 

"I wanna--" his eyelashes flutter when he gasps. "I wanna touch you." 

"do it." your palm is resting tenderly against his cheek. he responds by finally holding you down, sliding his body up a bit to grind against your center. you whine. "touch whatever you want, Spencer." 

his cock twitches in his pants and you push the hem of his shirt up while he uses one hand to massage your tits. the voracious, curious nature of his attention makes you sigh, touching his stomach. he feels perfect beneath you. 

soon you're grabbing at each other without any regard for grace. he's so horny, he's pawing at whatever he can while you do the same to him. the kissing gives way to straight panting while you look at each other. 

"can I suck your dick?" you whisper. Spencer's eyes widen. you've never seen him nod so fast. 

you press your mouth to his one more time before inching down his body, sucking on his clavicle, then his stomach. careful to avoid the purple marks on his neck. he watches you intently, memorizing the details of this moment for later. when you reach the waistband of his pants, you peek up. he strains against the material. 

your mouth drops open and you draw your tongue over the clothed bulge, maintaining eye contact. Spencer throws his head back. his voice is high. "oh my god, oh my god." 

you smirk, licking it again. he clenches his jaw. "I'm gonna c-cum if you don't--" he tries for words, but he's mewling and moving against your mouth. you pull at his pants, hooking your fingers in his boxers and bringing them down, too. 

Spencer bucks into the air when his cock hits his stomach. it's big, precum leaking helplessly out of the tip while he whines. you want him now. 

"wow." you smile. he stares at you, tensing his stomach as you wrap your hand around his length. he's trying to keep quiet, but as soon as you spit on it and start to pump him, his head falls back into the pillow. 

you draw your tongue up the underside, paying special attention to the veins, reveling in his reactions. he looks like he's ascending to heaven when you start to suck on the first couple inches.  

"o-oh, fuck..." he keeps moving his hips off the bed for more, so you sink down further onto him, hollowing your cheeks and moaning. "Y/N..." 

you groan in response, feeling yourself get wetter with every sound he makes. you can't believe this is happening, the way he threads his fingers loosely through your hair in an attempt to touch more of you.

he tries to keep his eyes open while you suck, but they squint with pleasure. he's a mess for you, shuddering gently when you take nearly all of him into your mouth. 

before he can cum, you pull your mouth off of him with a satisfying pop. Spencer moans. 

"was that okay?" you ask carefully. this is the extent of your sexual experience, and you want to do more with him, but you aren't sure how he feels. your best friend stares back at you like you've turned his world upside down. 

"y-yeah," he replies. his face is flushed. "definitely okay."

he's throbbing, occasionally twitching against his stomach as he waits for more stimulation. you eye him carefully. 

"what do you feel comfortable doing?" your voice is smooth. "we can stop now, if you'd like." 

"I--" he chokes on the word. "I don't wanna stop." 

"do you want to have sex?" you ask. Spencer bites his lip, whines. 

"mhmm." 

"I wanna do that, too," you breathe out, straightening up and pulling your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra, before getting to work on your shorts. you know you're practically dripping. he's been more vocal, but you feel like you're going to implode from the desire. "but I need to tell you something." 

"what?" he tugs your arm, coaxing you back to him and touching you greedily. you giggle as you kick your shorts and panties off somewhere in the room. both of you move like awkward teenagers. 

"I'm a virgin." you say. 

Spencer frowns. "really?" 

"yeah," you lick your lips. "so you need to be careful." 

"o-of course." he blushes, getting nervous again. "you know I'm a virgin too, right?"

"I know." you smile. he returns it sweetly, and the commotion of your bodies slows for a moment. you're so happy, you could cry. 

"what?" he breaks the comfortable silence. 

"I'm excited," you shrug. he's got his hands on your waist, rubbing his fingertips over your skin. then you remember something. "wait, are you allowed to have sex with your... injury?" 

"it's fine." he reaches up and kisses your throat with an urgency. 

"did the doctor say that?" your eyes roll while he sucks on your neck. he groans and pulls down on your waist so that your stomach presses against his cock. he ruts. 

"second opinion from me." he pants. you tap his cheek playfully, move up his body until your core brushes him. he whimpers when you reach between your bodies and grip his length in your hands. 

"you ready?" your voice is low. Spencer squeezes your thighs, eyes moving between your tits and your face. 

"yes." he sighs. you position it, slicking him in your pussy while he wraps an arm around your waist and moans for more. your chests are pressed together, looking into each other's eyes while you slide him into you. 

you have to go slow, the intrusion causing your jaw to drop. you don't breathe. he's got his eyes rolled into the back of his head.  

"Spencer." you whimper, dropping your head onto his chest when he's fully inside of you. his fingers rub patiently over your back. 

"are you okay?" his voice is laced with a moan, trying to resist thrusting. 

"yeah, just a second." you wiggle a little bit to test the boundaries. it hurts, but it also feels good. your clit is begging for more pressure, so you start to roll your hips. Reid moans loudly. 

"Y/N..." he whimpers. "don't stop." 

"you want more?" the need in his voice makes you hornier, and you increase the pace, despite the slight pain. you're so wet, he slides in and out without much effort. 

"so-- much more." he's gasping, hands on your thighs as he watches your naked body writhe on top of him. he's never been more aroused in his life, spurred on by your scent and form and the tightness that keeps clenching around his cock.

he understands why people love sex so much, now. he wants it every day, wants to fuck you in every position and pleasure you. the sounds you release in his ear, whines and praises, he would do anything for more. walk to the ends of the earth to feel you cum on his cock. 

his hand finds your ass, squeezes it. 

"this feel good, Spence? fucking your best friend?" you talk dirty and he twitches. you're always so sweet, the words coming out of your mouth for him are going to send the genius into a tailspin. 

"mhmm," he holds you down so that he can thrust up. speaking at all is a struggle with the way he's feeling. "perfect." 

you start to say something else, but he hits a certain angle and you let out a quiet yelp, hips jumping at the pleasure. "I'm gonna cum." 

Spencer gets a rush of relief because it's taking everything in him right now not to absolutely lose it inside your pussy. he's hanging on by a thread. "me, too." 

you use your position on top to stimulate yourself. both of you chase your orgasms roughly, the rhythm you created degenerating into clawing excitement. 

"cum inside me, Spencer." you beg him. it sounds like you would do anything to feel it, that sensation that you've never experience but have always imagined. and Spencer, his own head foggy with ecstasy, nods and opens his mouth to let out a loud groan. 

"Y/N, fuck fuck fuck-- I'm--" he shoots his load inside of you, rutting wildly and letting his head drop onto the pillow while he pants. you can feel it. strange, lovely jolts of his seed spreading. your hands, which have been resting on his shoulders, tighten and you reach your climax. you flutter around him, both of you still moving to ease the intensity of the high. 

it's remarkable. you're crying out, having the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. you never thought your first time would be like this. but you're glad it is, muscles tightening and releasing with the mixture of emotions. 

you collapse fully, him still inside. 

neither of you speaks. his heartbeat thuds against your ear, and you hold onto him like letting go would be the end of the world. you can't believe you could have lost him. you don't want to think about it. 

"sorry I came so fast." Spencer apologizes breathlessly. you can feel his cum dripping down your entrance when he slides out. 

"I don't care." you mumble. both of you stay there for a while, his heartbeat changing to a pace that reminds you of genuine excitement. like a hummingbird. 

"we can try again, sometime." he offers. you lift your head to rest your chin on his chest. his skin is flushed, pupils dilated, hair messy. such a pretty boy. 

"we should try multiple times." 

he gives you a cheerful smile, and everything starts to fall into place. you took each other's virginity. "Y/N?" 

he likes to say your name, and you love to hear it. "yes?" 

"are we dating?" the bluntness of the question makes you giggle. you don't hesitate. 

"yeah." 

“good.”

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[kunimikat]

How they act after you break up with them.

(I made sure to check but there might be small grammar errors, and this is a long one so strap in 🙇, but hope you enjoy angst+fluff here) but not me actually feeling bad for them after-

Is more out of it then usual.

The reason you broke up with him is because you felt like it wasn’t a real relationship. And more like you sometimes got to talk during class, and sometimes out of school.

He writes in his a separate notebook of ways he could’ve done better

Starts comparing himself to other guys more often

Leaves earlier then everyone else to got to dorms.

Mumbles even more then usual, and sometimes the only person that can snap him out of it is Aizawa.

Sometimes takes it out on his friends

“Hey Deku!-“

“Not right now Uraraka.”

“Oi, Deku nerd, the-“

“Can you not right now Kacchan?”

“HAAH?-“

“Midoryia! Would you like to study?”

“Maybe later Iida...”

Todoroki offered him soba but it resulted in Midoriya slowly slurping up soba as he looked into the void of people

He shut everyone one out and didn’t talk barely most of the week.

He’d take out a lot of his anger during training.

It somehow finally clicks into place how bad you feel and how much you miss him when All Might pull you aside and asks. “Uhhh...Is Young Midoriya ok? I’m getting real worried....ITS NOT LIKE I DONT WORRY ABOUT MY OTHER STUDENTS HAHAHA! HOW’S-

There’s 15 minutes of your life awkwardly telling All Might how all your classmates are doing.

Which made you want to jump off the top of UA at the moment.

You decide to head to his dorm and ask him about it, cause you feel like it’s your fault.

You walk in on him crying, clutching the shirt you bought for him on his birthday.

You almost dropped to your knees in guilt at the sight

You rushed over and sat by him, comforting him, though it wasn’t much as you started crying too.

Basically a crying festival for an hour.

“Please....Please Y/N I love you so much, I promise I’ll make it work, and I’ll do my best to make it up to you, just please...PLEASE don’t leave me.” You kiss him on the lips and then his hand, “Babe it’s not all on you, I promise I’ll do better this time too, I’m so sorry for being selfish, I love you, ok?” Another crying fest.

After you start dating again:

Always makes sure you’re comfortable, and checks into your dorm before he starts a study session.

Helps you with your work before his. ( Though you insist he doesn’t as he’s gotten points off multiple times for turning in his work late.)

Goes on dates every time you have some free space in your schedules. Somehow ends up in an All Might merch shop 80% of the time.

!!CUDDLE SESSIONS AFTER HERO TRAINING AT ALL TIMES!! Even in Recovery Girl’s office, though many times she bops you both on the head and tells you to get out.

(If you both like All Might) You both geek out over new All Might stuff, and his old interviews while wearing an All Might onesies.

(If you like a different hero) You could spend hours bickering on who’s best hero, pulling up recordings and articles on the. With you holding your favorite hero plushie and him wearing All Might pajamas.

And waking up early just to take a long route to school together.

Makes sure to say ‘I love you’ at every small moment, and compliments you, though he can’t take compliments himself-

If it’s a permanent breakup:

“I...I understand, but why?”

Tears well up in his eyes and he for once he keeps eye contact with you, without looking away

It takes everything in you to not breakdown

“I’m sorry Izuku, I just don’t think it’ll work out in the end.” He grabs your hand and holds it both of his. He puts it to his forehead, nearly on his knees at this point. You try not to cry with him, but you knew it wasn’t going to end up a happily ever after in the end. And you wanted to break it off before that could happen.

“Izuku, I know, I know, I’m so sorry, I wish it couldn’t end like this-“

“Then don’t let it. Please Y/N don’t let this end.”

You eyes welled up as you put a hand over your mouth while repeating ‘I’m sorry, so sorry Izuku’. You looked away from him as you slipped your hand out of his, you close your eyes painfully, the tears finally running down your face. You couldn’t help but look back one more time, and almost wanted to run to where he was and take it all back. He sat on his knees, his head in his hands as painful sobs wracked his body. You quickly leave the room, shutting the door behind you.

You both were pretty quiet and emotionless the whole week.

Midoriya was even worse then before,

It got to the point where sometimes he didn’t eat or sleep

He barely responded to anything anyone said

Hell, even Bakugo was worried at some point

Midoriya would always go back to his dorm and cuddle with the gifts you gave him while you were dating.

It took a long time for him to get over it, and even when he thought it did, he still gets emotional over it

Even after highschool it pains him to see your off doing your own thing without you at his side the whole time

Quieter then usual

Is so deep in thought, sometimes forgets he’s in class or what he’s doing

During tests, or while working on assignments he’d be so deep in thought he didn’t realize he broke his pencil, or used his quirk on his desk

Instead of having his usual outburst on people he’d just walk off, or click his tounge and walk off

Even during Hero Lessons he’d be less calculated, and not as pumped up

When anyone tried to ask he’d just say “Fuck off, I’m fine.”

His grades slightly dropped

He had bags under his eyes, and had even worse posture then usual

When it came time to leave, he’d be the first one out, and no one could find out where he’d go

A permanent frown was on his face at all times (basically him most of time but with a deeper frown)

No one knew what to do at this point

It didn’t click with you until one day during Hero Lessons

He was sparring with Kirishima and all of a sudden he fainted

Everyone was surprised to say the most

You rushed with Kirishima to Recover Girls office

You both almost busted the door off it’s hinges

She wacked you both on the head but quickly tended to Bakugo, surprising you both as she checked on him

“Oh....I wouldn’t have expected this from Bakugo.” You and Kirishima had confused looks on your faces. “Well he passed out from exhaustion, which I usually see with that foolish Midoriya boy. This one usually keeps up with himself, something must’ve happened.” She cut herself off as she saw the look on your face that said it all. She beckons Kirishima to follow her out, as he still wasn’t getting what was happening.

You finally got a good look at him, and saw just how exhausted he looked. The bags under his eyes, his bruised body, and how pained he looked in his sleep. You hugged the non-bruised part of his arm, and finally let the tears you held let go. “I’m sorry Katsuki...I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.” Before you realized he woke up, he placed his free hand on your head, rubbing small and soothing circles on your head. “S’okay, let’s make this work.” You knew you didn’t have to say anything else as you both stayed like that until Recovery Girl came in to kick you both out.

After you start dating again:

Comes to your dorm everyday to get you up knowing you’d oversleep if he didn’t (also wants to see your sleeping face...not in a weird way)

Cooks you breakfast in bed on off days,

You guys cook something together when you have a movie night

Instead of yelling most times, he just makes sure he understands your side of everything before jumping to conclusions

Makes sure he isn’t too rough with you verbally (lol not sure physically)

Brings you to his parents house during some free time since you get along with his mom and dad well

Won’t admit it but adores the fact that his parents love you

Whispers ‘I love you’ when he’s made sure your ‘sleeping’ (you’re not, you just wanna hear him say it all shy like)

You guys go on training dates, where you both train together, then have a picnic where you just trained

Him being more open with PDA, like holding your hand, or laying his head on your shoulder, etc. just small stuff

He loves playing with your hair and twisting it around his fingers while cuddling or studying

You both cheer on your favorite hero during a fight on TV, or you pick a random channel on TV and you just listen to him rant how stupid something is while you lean onto his shoulder at 2am (somehow got him to stay up this late)

If it’s a permanent breakup:

“No...no...you can’t, you can’t be serious”

He sounded so broken. His fists clutched so hard you thought his bones would pop out

Anger was evident in his face, and he honestly scared you with the face he was making

“Y/N....are you joking?” You frown and step back a little, did he really think everything you said was a joke? “No Bakugo, I just think this isnt gonna work out in the end.” You heard him click his tongue, then just look at you in shock, then anger. He looked down, his bangs covering his expression. “So you’re just gonna end it like that? No working anything out, just break up? It was one fucking mistake Y/N.”

“Yeah one big mistake, you don’t suck faces with some other person on accident, Bakugo.” The venom in your voice slicing through the tension filled air. “Can you just fucking forgive me? I won’t do it again.”

“You said that last time, Katsuki, then you go and clown off again-“

Before you could get anything else out Bakugo already had his quirk going in one hand, and the other holding your shoulder down. You both looked surprised, even as he backed away. “No..nononono fuck Y/N baby I’m sorry-” you smacked the hand that reached out for you. You started packing everything, Bakugo’s eyes widened as he just stood in shock. Before he knew it you were leaving already.

“N...NO NO Y/N PLEASE, I’M SORRY-“ he grabbed you by the arm that reached for the door knob. You quickly shrugged him out of his grasp, and opened the door. “Goodbye Bakugo, I hope well for the next person with you.” And you slammed it in his face. He stood there, it’s like the emotions he felt before were completely wiped when you slammed the door on him. It was 8:03pm, he should start getting ready for bed anyway.

For a few weeks he was unresponsive, and only talked when he needed to

His movements were sluggish and he’d often stare at nothing

Bakugo didn’t even glare, or really do anything when Midoriya tried talking him

Or shittyhair, dunce face, raccoon eyes, or soy sauce face

They were all the same, and just molded into one voice every time someone tried talking to him

After a while he got over it, but he still regrets what he did

You helped him through so much yet he went off and did stupid shit

Even after highschool, he’d still keep up on you frequently through social media

Basically stalking you on there, guessing he never truly got over it once he felt tears subconsciously stream down his face as he saw you with someone else, happier.

He felt like he didn’t do anything wrong, and he was confused at the throb in his heart every time you looked away from him or ignored him.

So he did ask you, and all you did was look at him like he just hit you.

Why did you look so hurt?

Todoroki shrugged it off, thinking you’d come back like you did after every fight you guys had

But you didn’t, and that’s what took an actual toll on him

More emotional

A permanent frown on his pretty features most of the time

All he mostly eats is soba

He didn’t know how to handle this in all honesty

Sometimes he’d just stare at you, and even when you looked back he’d just stare...

Sometimes he’s so out of it he doesn’t realize he’s either froze the entire classroom or was a living breathing radiator, or both (rip Momo, Satou, and Tokoyami)

He’d ask Midoryia for help but it came out as a fumbled mess most of the time:

“Midoryia...how do you hurt....them, a lot...without...? Can you help?

Midoryia is just like:

(Sorry I had to add that in I was cackling sm from it)

“I think you should just talk to them Todoroki.”

That was harder to do then he expected, you mangaged to avoid him pretty well,

One day he was just fed up and as soon as the bell rang he took your hand and left the class

He takes you to an empty classroom, his left side nearly giving you frostbite

You were about to yell at him before you saw his broken expression

“What...what did I do for it to be like this?” You we’re now quiet as you saw the confused and hurt expression on his face. Him barely being able to control either of his quirks, he was shaking, yet still held a confused expression. It just clicked with you, Todoroki wasn’t used to the sudden emotions or feelings, and when one of the people he’d usually go to to talk about it wasn’t there, he started to crumble.

You hugged him tightly , not caring if his quirks messed up your uniform. “I’m sorry Y/N....I’m sorry I’m not enough, but-“ You cover his mouth as tears fell from your eyes and onto the ground or his uniform. “I- I-I’m so sorry Todo...it’s just you never gave me affection and I was being so selfish and petty about it, I just- I didn’t realize that you went through your own experience for it to turn out like this. It’s not your fault, and I love you the way you are Shoto.” Todoroki didn’t even notice the tears come down his face as you kissed him over and over again. A small ‘I’m sorry’ from you every time. His quirks calmed down and now you were holding each other in a random classroom. You’re heart nearly stopped as you looked up at him and saw a small, teary eyed smile.

After you start Dating again:

Todoroki was much more observant

He’d stay up late readings articles saying “How to understand emotions” or “Is there other good food then Cold Soba” wait-

Regularly gets you gifts, even though most of the time you make him return the stuff since he’s been getting so much with his dads card

Endeavor ended up yelling at you both in a 7/11 while you were stuffing your faces with a soba flavored chips

You both figured out a way to get Todoroki to express himself without words

He’d slightly activate his left side if he wanted any sort of attention, and his right side was if he was feeling stressed or upset

He subconsciously goes to your dorm now to check up on you to make sure you’ve had a glass of water, dinner or anything really (He just wanted a reason to go to your dorm)

You played with his hair once, and he’s never going back

When cuddling he’d lay his head in the crook of your neck, hoping to feel you playing with his hair

You push him to start taking therapy sessions to understand what emotions he’s feeling and how to express them

Takes you in your free time to an empty field just to hear you talk, and learn more about you

And he’d always wake up early and made sure to get a few snacks for you before you woke up and brought them to your dorm room (Last time he tried to cook he almost burned the kitchen down)

Overall Todoroki just loves giving you small head pats now, you don’t know where it came from but you didn’t complain

Poor bby stuttered so hard the first time he said ‘I love you’ you giggled

Ended up making him feel embarrassed and like he did something wrong, but you quickly kissed him/praised him

He can’t stop saying it now, one time you picked up his pencil, before you could hand it to him just a sudden “I love you Y/N” the entire class looked at you both in shock

“STOP SUCKING FACES OVER THERE!”

“SHUT UP BAKUGO”

“HAAAH?”

Todoroki is the happiest he’s been.

If it’s a permanent breakup:

“Over? What do you mean we’re over?”

You felt so horrible by the the pure confusion on his face

But the rude things he said to you, over powering your want to get back with him

Lately Todoroki has been more protective, and rude. Insulting everything you do, belittling you slightly. It just added up and you were tired of it

Todoroki tilted his head to the side, deep in thought.

“Y/N your being on the dumber side again, are you hanging out with them too much?” You were taken aback by how nonchalantly he insulted you and your friends. “Excuse me? Todoroki did I hear you right?” You stepped foward leaning your head toward him. “Of course you can, or did Bakugo’s yelling make you not hear so well?” The fact he said it with no emotion, or nothing to it was making you clench your fist. “The hell has gotten into you Todoroki?” You shove his shoulder a bit. He frowned at you heavily making you flinch. “Well if you didn’t go and ignore me most of this week maybe I wouldn’t be like this. I usually hold my tongue but you’ve been rude this entire week.”

You stood there speechless. “Well Ex-fucking-cuse me Shoto. Maybe if you didn’t insult me all the damn time I wouldn’t ignore you, or wait for an decent apology.”

You drag out the last words as you glared at him, Todoroki giving one back. “I’m only telling the truth so you don’t look dumb. I’m helping you out Y/N, I thought you’d understand.” You scoff in utter shock, you couldn’t help the sudden urge to slap some sense into him. Now he stood speechless, the force in that slap causing his hair to look messy, and a red mark on his cheek. Tears were in your eyes as you clenched your fist, biting your lip from cussing him out on the spot. “Your lucky I don’t beat your sorry ass, just...just the the fuck out Todoroki!” You pushed him toward the door. He looked at you with no emotion in his face as he saw you start to bawl your eyes out. “Just...just get the hell out Todoroki, it’s over, we’re over.” He felt a pang in his heart, but choose to ignore it and just left.

It only actually came to him during the night as he was about to walk to your dorm after a nightmare, when he realized the entire conversation

He tried knocking on your door but you didn’t answer, even though he could hear your music

He went back to his dorm, sat on his bed and just had a full mental breakdown

Realizing his main emotional support that helped him through mostly everything was gone

He felt he said stuff his father said to you already which made it even worse

He tried texting and calling you but you had him blocked on everything

He repeated the entire conversation in his head, just now coming to how disgusting he really did sound

Todoroki for that whole week was an emotional wreck

During hero training if he was thinking about you or what he did he doesn’t notice poor Satou trying to get out of his wall of Ice.

Is always with Midoryia at some given time,

He kind of clinged onto people in his circle that gave him attention of some sort

When he some time passed he eventually got over it

After Highschool you both kept in touch, but it pained him when he saw you engaged and happy with another person

But he was happy if you were happy.

Heyyy so this is probably the longest thing I’ve written since like my last Wattpad fanfics I used to do(yikes). But hope you enjoy, and don’t be afraid to request! I’m taking them now so go wild.

Sorry that they were all confusing it’s my first hcs+scenario thingy, but I have a few other things in the works so... 💃🕺

[negansbackdoorwhore]

Hi I was wondering how’d you feel about Negan x Reader where they’re friends. The both have attraction for one another but Neagn is the reader bsf brother. So they try to put their feelings aside one night they go drinking together and the reader lets it slip that she has never orgasm in her life and Negan is shocked but also says he could be her first

i love your requests! they’re so creative and i feel honored that you want me to write for you babes! ❤️

Warnings: smut, alcohol, mild fluff

Tonight would be interesting to say the least. It was LA afterall and you were young. Your brother had convinced you to go out and you agreed but didn’t think he’d bring his super hot friend Negan. You’ve been friendly to one another for a few years now and felt sometimes he’d be flirting. But in reality he was probably just being nice. The bar was crowded and super loud as your brother and Negan walked you inside.

They led you to the bar and ordered full shots of tequila and whiskey. They both planned getting drunk out of their minds so you pretend to drink but kept getting water to stay slightly buzzed.

“Well, sweetheart your bro just left us hanging for some pussy.”

“Like always.”

You sighed and sat next to him at the table. He continued drinking and you tugged at his jacket.

“Hey, let’s go back to my place. I have a huge bottle of vodka stashed away.”

“Shit lead the way Y/N.”

You both walked out of the bar arms linked, mostly to keep him steady. He was pretty tipsy but slowly was sobering up once giving him a bottle of water while driving. Of course, he swore he was cool to drive but you had to gently shove him into the passenger side.

Soon he was lead into your bedroom as you looked into your pantie drawer to get the bottle. Negan looked over your shoulder and you elbowed his stomach as he was looking at your panties.

“Cute lil britches you got princess.”

“Why are you so fucking nosey?”

“I’m just curious.”

He said as he sat on the floor leaning against your bed and you sat on the bed sipping at the bottle.

“C’mon share some.” His hand reached for you to pass the bottle.

“Nope. How about this, tell me something personal.”

“Okay. What exactly do you wanna know?”

“Talk about your past relationships.” He brought his body onto the bed with you and took the bottle to take a large swig.

“Ah! That’s some good shit. But where to start, I’ve been around but relationship wise. I only dated two girl and they were both bitches. Like absolutely stuck up and rich, which was a perk. But they wanted me mostly for looks and to make their daddy mad.”

“Ouch. I’m sorry.” You reached for the bottle but Negan held it away from your hand.

“Nope. Your turn.” You sighed and dreaded bring this up because you never dated anyone yet.

“I’ve never dated okay. Hell never even been able to have a real orgasm.”

You then realized what you said and who you said it to. You were going red and Negan didn’t say anything but stared in awe. You snatched the bottle to take a sip. You hissed at the burning feeling in your throat.

“Just forget what you heard.”

“How can I?” He teased and you took another big gulp from the bottle. He scooted closer to you and his gaze felt as if it was burning in your skin.

“Feel free to tell me to fuck off but, maybe you’d let me help you with that.”

“Seriously? You want to do that? Even if I’m your friends sister?”

“Fuck him. I’ve liked you for a bit and trust me I know you do too. You aren’t exactly keeping that secret well.”

You blushed as he was getting closer to your body and you could smell that cheap cologne and the alcohol on his breath. He was almost pressed against your body.

“Now tell me, do you want my help?”

“Please.”

He licked his lips at the desperation in your word and took away the bottle to place on the ground. You felt nervous but trusted him. He brought his hand to your neck and pulled you to kiss him. You moaned at the contact you’ve been craving for so long. He kissed over your lips and tugged at the hem of your shirt. You got the hint and pulled it over head as Negan kicked shrugged off his jacket.

He pulled you back to him and grew more rough with you as he pinned you so easily under his body. You felt like this was one of your many dreams you’ve had of him, but this was so much better. Negan’s hands undid the button of your jeans and you started getting anxious. He noticed immediately and pulled away from you.

“You okay?”

“Yeah just nervous.”

“It’s okay. I’m here, I’ve got you.”

He said as he lowered to kiss your neck and moved down to kiss your cleavage. You bit your lip and sat up to remove your bra and he went to attack your nipples. You gasped and whimpered as he licked and bit at your chest. Your thighs squeezed thighs to relieve some aching you felt.

“Oh Y/N, you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this.”

He said as his hand slipped past the waistband of your jeans to cup your covered mound.

“Negan!” You gasped out at his touch but he gently hushed you as his fingers teased your clit.

“Shh, it’s just me baby.”

Your breathing became shallow and you moaned as his fingers touched over you while he sucked on one of your tits. He then slowly pulled down your jeans and you helped by kicking them off your legs. You felt a shiver go up your spine as his eyes stared at your panties. He watched you closely and noticed how your hands kept to your sides.

“Shit, here. Hold onto me, I wanna feel you scratch my skin or tug on my hair.” He said with a smirk and continued by going into your panties and groaning at how wet you were for him. You moaned and gripped at his shirt when his thumb circled your clit. His other finger stroking at your entrance and teasing you by going in an inch before pulling away.

“Please Negan. I wanna feel you inside me. Please.”

You begged and cupped his face to pull him into a kiss. He groaned against your lips as he let a finger go into you. You try to squeeze your legs together but Negan settles in between them to keep you open for him.

“I wanna devour you so bad. You let me wouldn’t you?”

You couldn’t respond as he added a second finger causing you to let out a louder moan. His lips going to mark up your neck as he continued and felt encouraged to go faster. You’d feel more embarrassed at the wet noises in the air if you weren’t so distracted at how good this felt. One hand held tightly onto his shoulders and the other buried in his thick dark hair.

As his wrist found the perfect spot you cried out and then felt an unfamiliar feeling. You tried to push his arm away but he just smirked at you.

“Just let it happen.” He whispered before kissing you deeply and bringing one of your legs around his waist. You felt a tingling sensation and threw your head back as you felt the growing pressure finally releasing. Negan moaned as he watched you come undone below him and licked his lips. He pulled his hand from you and looked at your arousal dripping down to his fingers. You watched him licked away the wetness and heard him moan at the taste.

“How was that for your first orgasm?”

“Fucking amazing.”