#srsly how can THAT be the first thing that comes out of your mouth in relation to this case

[wastemanjohn]

you know what i'm really fucking tired of? men casually mentioning how they find lucy letby attractive

[inkedells]

reader accidentally calling “daddy” dbf!joel !! i wanna know how he reacts 😫 btw i love reading ur stories!! 🫶🏻

A/N: i've been wanting to write this for so long and this request gave me an excuse to sooooo here ya go!

m!dni | requests open.

tags/warnings: daddy kink (obvs), shy!reader, dbf!joel lovessss dirty talk, like srsly the filthiest dirty talk, grinding, sorta kinda some reeaaaally light humiliation vibes, p in v

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The first time you blurted it out, Joel thought he was hearing things.

It was early morning. With your legs twisted into his, you had maneuvered yourself so that you were straddling his thigh as you both lay on your sides. Joel just embraced you, petting your hair and cooing dirty things and sweet things alike as you worked your hips against the warm heat of his skin.

“Mm,” You moaned, gently kissing the column of Joel’s neck as his large hands grabbed your ass and guided the movement of your hips. 

“C’mon, honey, use it. You’re not stopping ‘till my thigh’s soaked.”

Joel removed one of his hands from your backside in favor of stroking himself from beneath the cover of his boxers instead. The way he tented the fabric had you salivating, something primal taking over as you whispered, “Want it…”

Joel noticed the way your eyes were intensely trained on his crotch, and he immediately understood.

“What?” He pulled his cock from its confines, “You wanna fuck this instead?”

You bit your lip and nodded, completely aware of the blush rising to your cheeks.

“I’m not sure you want it bad enough, though,” Joel teased, and you knew immediately what this was about. He wanted to hear dirty, depraved things come out of your mouth. His favorite part about you being vocal was the way your arousal would make you stumble over your sentences and mumble just barely above a whisper as you whined between words.

Maybe it was the intoxication of his scent as you continued to grind against him eagerly, or the way he kept muttering, “I got you,” with every whimper that fell from your lips, but you were suddenly filled with an urge you didn’t know how to stave off.

It came out like a whisper. Something you could’ve easily shrugged off and insisted never happened.

“Daddy… Want it, please...”

The hands that were working your ass over before were now frozen.

You removed your face from the crook of Joel’s neck and looked up at him with hooded eyes as you continued grinding on his thigh.

Joel cracked a crooked smile. “It’s like that, huh?”

You blushed as you nodded hesitantly, hugging Joel tight as he untangled your legs from his own and rolled you onto your back, towering above you as he bracketed your hips with his knees.

“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna fuck you good and hard and deep, just how his baby needs.”

“Oh god, yes,” You moaned. Joel never took his eyes off you as he slipped off your panties and swiped a finger through your aching, wet folds.

“So fuckin’ wet. Anybody else get you like this?”

“No,” You whispered shakily, hands darting to grip Joel’s wrist as he worked against your pussy in tandem.

“Who? Who do you become a whining, wet, horny little mess for?”

“You, Daddy,” You whimpered, groaning at the loss when Joel pulled his hand away from your pussy in favor of taking his cock out of his boxers.

“Mm, that’s right. Baby’s gonna get fucked real messy now, that alright? Can Daddy stuff this cute little pussy to the brim with his cum?”

You hadn’t even responded yet when Joel suddenly pressed against your entrance with the tip of his cock and entered you in one smooth motion.

"Ruin it, Daddy."

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A/N: yeah yeah i know i'm pumping out fics like crazy but i just have a lot of motivation rn so keep the requests coming!! i love u all i'll try to get as many done as possible (before i inevitably crash and don't write anything for a week)

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[menacing-menace-rat]

Hope you mind me (same guy that asked the au batman/Moon Knight request) asking for continuations but I'd defs like to see more of the Batman (having Steven and Jake personalities from Moon Knight) au cause srsly loved it.

Maybe this time from Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, and Barbara Gordon's perspective this time if thats okay.

Also for extra lore bit, if I can add, whenever there is a public rich meeting or something like that or just something for the public in general, Steven Grant is always in control, he just goes by Bruce's name in the public eye. It just so happens that no one else in the public eye knows about Bruce's condition.

Hey welcome back! I think I have an idea you are gonna like. Hope you enjoy!

       The boys were out on a training mission with Conner and Wally leaving just the girls home. This was the first time in a long time so they decided to have a girls night in. Barbara made some popcorn while Stephanie picked out some movies. Cassandra was tasked with getting some blankets and pillows for the sofa. 

        Bruce hadn't seen the girls act like this in years; they were mostly adults and here they were giggling and joking about boys like they were kids again. 

        “I'm just happy they can relax like this still.” Steven mumbled softly to Bruce. He couldn't help but nod in agreement. 

         “They won't be able to for long if one of those Arkham nuts escapes tonight. I kept telling you Bruce, my boy you just need to kill the bad guys and your kids can always have this much fun. You wouldn't have to militarize grade schoolers.” Jake hissed. If he had it his way Arkham would be a ghost town, in more ways than one.

         “Give it a rest. That kind of talk is why I can't let you go on patrol.” Bruce jabs back as he sticks his hands in his pockets and leans against the doorframe, watching Barbara set the popcorn in her lap and wheel herself towards the living room.

          “That wouldn't have happened either.” Jake whispers insidiously. 

         “That's enough out of you!” Steven jumps in. Normally Steven wouldn't dare interject while Bruce and Jake were fighting but this was a sensitive subject for them all. 

       “No, no it's not! You and Bruce may not think it but I love these kids too and it killed me to see her in that hospital bed! If Bruce had been man enough to-”

        “Bruce? Wanna hang out with us?” Barbara's voice interrupted Jake mid rant. Bruce perks up and grins down at her. “You know I would but I have an important dinner in a few hours. Maybe Steven would like to.” He hardly has enough time to finish his own sentence before Steven takes over. 

         “I'd love to!” he says in his very distinctive London accent. 

          It wasn't long before Cass, Stephanie, Barbara, and Steven sat on the large sectional couch watching legally blonde. Jake poked fun at the movie and talked about how hot Reese Witherspoon was the whole time. 

       Barbara painted Cass's nails as they only vaguely listened to the movie. 

         “This burgundy is nice but I wish you would have let me use that pretty Robin's egg blue.” Barbara lamented. Cass just shook her head no as she took another handful of popcorn into her mouth. 

         “Steven let me paint your nails for you.” Stephanie says as she presents a very glittery pink polish to him.

         “Oh that's really sweet Steph but Bruce has a dinner thing later.” Steven says with apprehension.

           “Come on uncle Steven, we can take it off before you guys have to leave.” Stephanie begs. He was hesitant but how often does he get to bond with them like this? 

        “Oh alright.” He relents. She wasted no time as she painted his nails in the most gaudy shade of pink the world has ever seen. It was nice though. Jake was cursing the color choice while Bruce seemed to be far away. He was probably just trying to rest before the dinner. 

          The evening winded down and everyone split off in different directions to do their own thing. Steven showered and got around. He unfortunately didn't have enough time to take the nail polish off before leaving.

          ------

The dinner was going well. The nails frankly were a smash hit with the ladies, much to Jake's excitement. Steven really shined in these situations. His shy charm made Bruce seem more approachable and kind. 

       “So many kids! It's so hard to find such a family oriented man in this city.” A gorgeous redhead remarked.

        “They mean the world to me, they really do. Sure each one comes with their own unique challenges but every kid deserves to have a partner willing to try to make them feel safe and cared for. Oh sorry about that. I can get a little emotional about them.” He said as he rubbed the back of his head feeling a little embarrassed over how much he gushed over his kids. “Oh look here, my youngest girl did this to my nails.” He says as he offers her his hand to look at. 

       “Oh Bruce, that's so sweet!” She exclaimed. Most of the women at the table admired Stephen's handy work that night. If not just for the opportunity to hold Bruce Wayne's hand. 

         The dinner had finished and ‘Bruce’ accompanied by about 6 models were heading to his car to go to a club. The paparazzi took  hundreds of pictures as they made the walk from the restaurant. Steven was careful to keep his hands in his pockets. 

          Steven is good at chatting but moments like these with flashing lights and yelling really called for Bruce. So for the first time that evening the man himself came to the surface. 

          When Steven is in control he doesn't feel the need to wait just behind him, peeking over Steven's shoulder to observe his every move. He trusts Steven knows what to say and not say. 

         Poor Bruce was not privy to tonight's earlier activities and when he raised his hand to cover his eyes from the flash of a camera he was very surprised to see the Barbie pink polish on him. 

        The image circulated quickly, billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne staring absolutely gobsmacked at his own pink cladded hand. The picture made the rounds as a meme for a few months, most of which were made by Tim himself.

 I never know how to end these. 😅

I have a very long ask coming about all of the founding members of the justice league. It's taking longer then I thought but it's in the works. My requests are still open and I should be getting to them much faster. Now that I know how to view them. 🤓

[lovejosephquinn]

I’m meeting Joe on Saturday, at my first comic con a and LET ME TELL I am bricking it. (I’ve done several M&G type things over the years, and never felt like this for anyone, make of that what you will 😂). Have you ever been to LFCC/met Joe? I feel like I need a bit of advice for what to say/photo pose to suggest, or at least to be kept calm for the next 6 days 🥺 xoxo

First of all have the best fucking time, take it in your stride because as we all know the one in July last year was chaotic and a shit show.

I’ve never met Joe, my time will come and I will, manifesting this so bad. I wanted to go to LFCC but you know cost of living etc it all just worked out too expensive as I don’t live near London 🥺 but that’s a whole new sob story.

Advice? Go with it babe. The 10 seconds of literal happiness is yours to have and nobody can take that away from you. Just smile for the photo simply, or if you want to hold his hand and be all corny, fucking do it. Have your fangirl moment, own it.

What to say? You’re asking the girl who doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut but around this man would be speechless af. I’m no good at this srsly, we’re all down and feral for him and it’s not an easy task. I’d be more inclined just to make sure he’s okay, ask him how his days going; he’ll appreciate the sentiment more!

I’m giving you this advice but I know if it came down to it I’d probably just melt into a puddle on the floor. Death by Joseph. A good way to go.

If you need a hype girl I’m here for you 🥹

[brendashmenda]

Aot characters and oral sex 👀 in honor of 69 followers…

Eren: ugh so fucking messy, like he literally gives you not a second to collect your self. He wants to make sure you’re always in that state where you’re crying, begging for him, hips stuttering away from his touch, then bucking up towards his face again. He’s the type to give you all the stimulation he possibly can, so you can bet that he’s all in, tongue, fingers, everything he can, he’s giving it you, wants you to take it all. but he becomes such a slut for you when you’re getting him off, srsly he acts all proud and tough but the second you get down on your knees and lean forward, stroking him with your tongue teasingly he’s done. His guard goes down and he’s just lost to you, gripping your head and fucking his hips onto your awaiting tongue.

Armin: Literally lives to please you, that’s all he wants in life. He’s so attentive to everything so he figures out exactly where you like his lips and how to suction just lightly enough to get you to make those pretty sounds that make heat pool in his lower stomach, his pants tightening. He’s so careful and gentle with you, but at the same time, well, if he knows something will feel good, he’ll do it, even though it might not feel great at first. he probably understands how you feel pleasure better than you yourself- When you return the favor, getting on your knees, he’s such a mess, vision going hazy at the feeling of your tongue circling around his tip, he curls his fingers into your hair subconsciously, just to have something to hang on to.

Jean: Mmm soo gentle, he likes to make you whine and whimper under his featherlight touch, gradually pulling you closer and closer to release. He doesn’t suck on your clit or aggressively stimulate you with his fingers, no no, he kisses you, just pecks at first, all over your inner thighs until finally making his way to your needy cunt, where he finally starts to take the kiss deeper, involving his tongue a bit, but still going so slow and sensual it just feels heavenly. But he also really loves when you go down him, it makes his head spin as you twist your tongue around his head and run your hands up and down his length. plus it also makes him feel very loved to have you touching him so softly, sharing these moments with you is his favorite. <3

Levi: He’s unsurprisingly serious while going down on you, he’s just so intent on pleasuring you. He likes you to lay back, legs spread wide, while he firmly holds them open. usually he doesn’t really use his hands, just cause he likes the gratification that comes with making you cum on only his tongue. And no surprise here, but he’s as clean as can be while literally burying his tongue inside of you, making sure to leave no mess behind. But as much as Levi likes pleasuring you, his absolute favorite thing is to have you with his cock in your mouth, him laying back on the bed, as you happily relieve all of the tension that’s been plaguing him. It’s one of the few times he can really let go, close his eyes and even let a few pretty noises escape as he breaths heavily, looking down every once in a while to admire your pretty sweat covered face.

Hange: since I had to do it for one of the characters, I feel like they would be most into 69 fs. They’re always tired, so they like to lay on the bottom, with you hovering on top. Plz- if you’re shy or hesitant, they will absolutely not hesitate to drag you down onto their face, nose bumping up against your folds, pressing their palms into your thighs to put your weight completely on them. And they’re messy, so messy, just slurping up all your wetness, drowning in the plush of your thighs, they are so happy right now, they could just be like this forever. and when they feel you kissing away at them?? While flipped upside down!? Oh god they’re moaning, whimpering so loud under your tongue, you can literally feel their moans reverberating against your cunt, feeling so good.

[veradescent]

❥ PATIENCE IS KEY — EDGING THEM

❥ WARNINGS — whining / begging , crying (scaramouche) ,

❥ FEATURING — scaramouche, kazuha

# BANK NOTICE INCOMING ! ;

# RECEIPT ! ; omg omg omg i’m going feral tbh i love edging sm and the begging ugh like yes anyway here u go

# DEBT ! ; this work contains smut — i am freshly 17, please keep this in mind when reading. if that makes you uncomfortable just scroll 🫶

bank vaults — got a key?

# Kazuha ! ;

— He is so good, so kind and so sweet about it. Not once does he get upset or try to cause any issues or even protest (until he’s rlly rlly desperate). He agreed to it and he knows he did and he’s grateful you can go through this scene together. He trusts you and adores you

— Overall Kazuha is sooooo so so so soo good. He communicates rlly nicely too. He sits back a little nervously for the first few times bc it’s hard for him to be all out on display but with reassurance he’s certainly more comfortable.

— He’s def a flirt don’t get me wrong! But when you’re really being vulnerable in bed he’s gonna be a little softer.

— Edging for Kazuha helps to relieve him of a lot of stress for some reason!! It means letting go of control and then after doing something hard he gets a huge reward and praise.

— After a looong time of edging he’ll be really desperate and try to keep his head straight bc his mind gets super foggy bc he’s giving u his full trust and wants to let go. all he can focus on is how hard he is and how painfully hard his cock is as it keeps dripping with precum, while he trembles to no end.

— The only time he’ll even begin to protest is when it’s been ages and even then he’ll only let out weak pleads. He rlly just wants to do well and it takes everything in him not to give in fuck into your hand or give into however you’re edging him. He wants it so bad but he still puts alll of his effort into behaving like he said he would.

— Only thing in his mind? Trying to restrain how bad he wants it.

— He can only do that for so long tho before he snaps and is begging because he just can’t keep holding back and he wants to cum.

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He’s so close…

Kazuha’s cock aches, begging to release and spill his cum all over his stomach and your soft hand. The relief he knows he’d feel is so close he can taste it.

Kazuha moans into his mouth, lips shut tight as he accidentally pulls against the restraints you put on him which hold his arms behind him. With one particularly rough pump of his cock and quietly mumbled praises from you, he knows he’s going to snap. If he let go right now and thrusted up into your hand one more slight time… He had to be able to come.

But instead he yanks his hips back away from your hand as he pants. “Stop stop- stop-“ He gasps out “I’ll come- please i’ll come,” Kazuha tells you in a weak but urgent voice, almost keeling forward where he kneels. He had to tell you, right? As tempting as it was he knew very well he had to behave. He can’t help but bow his head and close his eyes before he had the chance to look into your eyes.

If he doesn’t look and doesn’t see you, and focuses solely on calming down…

The urge to come finally fades back away and as much as he wants to chase after it he has to let it go. He trusts you’ll let him soon. And even if you don’t he puts all of his faith in your hands regardless. He always will.

“So good for me Kazuha. Can you do one more time?”

He nods, his amber eyes looking up at you and a soft smile comes to his lips. “Please..”

# Scaramouche ! ;

didn’t rlly know how to start his little drabble ☹️☹️☹️ i almost deleted it so!!

— Scaramouche is an ass. We know this!!!

— But he’s also an ass who breaks down easily. Who gets srsly frustrated and angry.

— He’ll be so aggressive at first even if it was his idea, grumbling about it or even snapping at your teasing or complimenting of him. Secretly he likes hearing your affirming words obv! But he hates how vulnerable he feels bc why would you have the balls to say smth like that? smh tsk tsk. maybe he snaps, maybe he tries to smooth talk you into doing it- whatever it is he wants you to just let him cum.

— Scara is seriously impatient. He’s by far the most desperate and frustrated when he doesn’t get what he wants. We know he’s actually quite emotional and I just KNOW the frustration and anger from him not getting what he wants would manifest in tears.

— Once he finally breaks he’ll be begging and pleading you, wiping away tears and gritting his teeth to try and let go of his pride. After that he just gets desperate beyond belief and gives up any sort of shame and breaks for you.

— Scara goes through the seven stages of grief every time he is edged LMFAO

— Overall he prefers overstim more. He doesn’t have the patience for this- but it’s fun to see him fall apart for u!

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“Are you- ah- serious?? Again?”Scaramouche snaps harshly between each breath he’s gasping in. He can’t count how many times you’ve edged him. You’ve never been merciful when fucking him but you certainly haven’t been today and he’s nearly at his breaking point. Tears of frustration beg to break from him and fall down his flushed cheeks. In contrast to his harsh remarks, you don’t miss the way his hands squeeze into the blankets and the way his thighs try to squeeze shut around you. “Fuck you- agh.. fuck!” He blurts out, feeling the effects of your thrust directly into his prostate.

The feeling is so intense he wants to keep in inside and keep letting you fill him up. It’s like it was what he was designed to do. But he would rather die than ask you for that. Because you’ll remark about it just as you do now. “Not so high and mighty now, huh?” You tease. Your wit has always matched his. He can’t say it’s working in his favor right now.

“Shut up! Ah— ahn..” He groans, but as his moans get quieter they arch up in pitch and form into more of a whine or cry. Within seconds you can see Scara’s demeanor change, his frustration changing into something more pretty. More needy and pleading. For only a second he arches his back and lets his eyes flutter shut, dollike features finally relaxing into the pleasure, and his lips fall open into an ‘O’ shape.

He’s just on the cusp and waiting to spill over before it stops completely. He breaks then, throwing his head back and letting out a frustrated sob once he closes his mouth.

“Scara.” You hum in a low tone before cupping his cheek to which he glares up at you. In return, you pat his cheek lightly, giving him a fake pout. His sneer only worsens.

“What?” He asks. “What.”

Without any further notice your hand wraps around his cock and your thrusts resume.

“Wouldn’t it do you better to behave?”

For the first time that night Scaramouche finally begs.

[yurababy]

your touch, my lullaby; c.sc (teaser)

choi seungcheol x afab!reader, smut, tiny bit of angst but it’s more soft, so fluff, 3-4kish probably endgame... part of the Don’t Listen in Secret series! can be read alone or w/ the other members’ (as of 10/14 just hannie) 

synopsis your life as ot13′s fwb before fucking jeonghan!! here’s what i wrote in the actual draft lol: all the members fall asleep when you come over for a movie night except seungcheol. four a.m. is quiet, dark and lit up with stars. the two of you confide in each other in the quiet. 

➤ it’s finally almost done... so sorry for the long ass wait D: note that SRSLY it should be out by… hm… friday at the very latest. i might keep writing in age order (shua next) but if anyone really wants a certain member idm doing them next. for those who haven’t read Angel or Devil, it isn’t necessary but it might be fun!! all of the fics are gonna be set before AoD and then the last fic will be another jeonghan in present day. preview under the cut. the preview doesn’t give much information but idk what to use. bye bye <3

[...] it was extremely rare for everyone to fall asleep, but his members were totally out, their limbs layering upon one another’s and pillows and blankets covering the living room. you didn’t usually participate in seventeen-regular-bonding-activities like movie night, but seungkwan told everyone how you were the “number 1 clueless fan!” looping you into the arrangement. so, there you sat on the couch, next to (but not close enough to) cheol.

as the movie progressed, the two of you were comfortabley quiet. you and cheol often went out for dinners togher, but you didn’t usually go any further than making out with him. in fact, you only had sex once, way before your friends-with-benefits thing with the members even started... but that was history. messy kisses were fun with seungcheol, but not standard for the two of you. you weren’t complaining, though; he engulfed you the same everytime you got together, like a quilt on the 21st of december. even so, he was usually the one supposed to be recieving the hug, but the size difference just meant he couldn’t not take you into his arms, deep dimples acting as brackets for his cherry lips.

“what’s the ending like?”

your eyes fell from the tv to seungcheol’s, that being the first invitation for a conversation since the members fell asleep.

(”even... even jihoon? and chan?” you whispered, trying to observe the delicate faces around you for signs of activity.

“jihoon has been working a shit ton later than usual, so i guess movie night was just an excuse for him to sleep. chan...” cheol ran a hand through his hair and your lips involuntarily parted. “he was trying to prove that he could pull all-nighters.”

the both of you softly giggled, soonyoung’s head suddenly flopping onto mingyu’s thigh and making seungcheol cover his mouth with his hands. effortlessly cute.

you reached for the remote, turning the volume down slightly. “at least you’re still awake. let’s keep watching, it’s ending soon!”)

you exhaled through your nose, corners of your mouth lifting as your eyes shifted back to the movie. “happy. you’ll see.”

“how could it possibly be happy? the guy is such a dick and tai is on thin ice. poor girl,” he had to stop himself from getting louder in the middle of his sentence. serenity never really suited him, but he tried to bring it out for the calmer you. it was too late in the night (tehcnically in the morning) for him to disturb his sleeping family. even with his aggressiveness towards the current situation for cher, you could see the smile tugging on his lips and it got a grin out of you, too.

you gave him a soft punch on the shoulder, the distance between the two of you allowing for that much. “impatient,” you tutted. “look, they’re sitting next to each other. keep watching.”

“we’re sitting next to each other, that doesn’t mean anything’s gonna happen!”

you raised an eyebrow towards his direction, shaking your head and going back to the movie.

[mercurygguk]

helpful college cutie | jjk

➵ summary; you stumble upon a helpful cutie on the first day at your new college.

pairing; jungkook x f. reader

wc; 1,826

rating; G

content; jock!jk x perfect student!reader, jungoo being really cute and helpful, oc is a mess, this is based on a tweet i saw

a/n; there’s nothing wild about this drabble but it’s SO CUTE :((( why is jungkook not attending my uni........ srsly, it’s not ok. – also this is really not edited so bear with typos and things that don’t make sense

gif credit; kookhopegifs on twt

Annoyed, you furiously turn and flip the map you received of the campus grounds after the introduction class you just had with a bunch of other transferred students. While trying your best to manage the map, your bag, new books and an umbrella all at once, you slowly begin to regret making the decision of transferring in the middle of a school year. You knew transferring from your old college to here would be difficult and frustrating despite it being the first day of a new semester and the fact that you’re far from being the only one who just transferred. There’s many others in the same boat as yourself and yet you feel like you’re the only one who’s lost and confused.

Maybe you’re still a bit drunk from the New Year’s party you attended a few weeks ago, except that wouldn’t make any sense. But it’d still be the only reasonable explanation because this, this chaotic mess you are right now, is far from how you usually are. You’re usually very organized, always a step ahead when it comes to preparation and so on. But right now, you can’t find anything and you don’t know anything. Hopefully no one can tell you’re more than confused than any person has ever been.

“Hold on, maybe like this-“ you mumble to yourself and look up to see if the map is turned in the correct direction but no, it absolutely isn’t. There is a big ass building not too far away from you but it’s not what you imagine the library to look like. Maybe it is the library? You let out a heavy and frustrated sigh, tilting your head a bit because maybe, just maybe, that’ll make a difference in how you see the map (spoiler: it only makes you more confused).

“How hard can it actually be to find the damn library?” You groan to yourself.

You don’t notice the figure making it’s way towards you, too concentrated on finding the building you’ve been trying to locate for the past hour – okay, maybe not an hour but it sure does feel like a whole hour.

“Hi.”

A kind smile is flashed at you and brown doe eyes staring into yours at you as you whip your head up to see who’s speaking to you. Dark brown hair with tips in a lighter brown color sits on top of his head, a pair of glasses resting on the tip of his pretty yet slightly bigger nose, pink lips; the bottom one more plump than the upper one… he’s tall, very tall – broad shoulders and all that, there’s just no way he isn’t an athlete, his body proportions gives him away. As if his attractive looks aren’t enough, he’s snuggled up in a brown teddy jacket in this awful February weather filled with rain and chilling wind. He’s smiling at you, a kind and warm smile that brings some sort of comfort to your confused mind.

“Hello?”

You know your mouth is hanging open without words leaving it but you’re still hoping to god that he doesn’t notice you gaping at him as if you’ve never seen a cute college boy before. Believe me, you have. But none of them were this cute.

“Right, s-sorry! Hi,” you snap out of your own thoughts, doing the stupid move of sticking out your hand for a handshake while still holding onto all of your stuff. Everything seems to be against you today as the books you were once holding onto all tumble to the ground, just barely missing the big water puddle right next to you. The cute boy in front of you moves fast and manages to catch one of the three books you drop.

“Oh, no!” You cry, squatting down to pick up the books but the boy you still haven’t exchanged names with is already picking them up, trying his best to wipe the dirt off them before handing them back to you.

“Sorry, I only managed to catch one,” he apologizes, holding the book he caught up in front of him. You smile, feeling a tickle in the bottom of your stomach as you look at him, noticing the way a tiny dimple appears on his cheek.

“It’s okay!” You quickly assure him, “if it hadn’t been for you, I’d have three wet books right now.”

He smirks softly, “touché.”

Silence overcomes the two of you, none of you entirely sure of what to say as you’re looking at one another. Should you just excuse yourself and head for the building you had noticed earlier? If you’re silent for much longer, it’ll become awkward, that’s for sure. What are the chances though? It’s your first day at this new college, you’ve been here for less than two hours, and you’re pretty sure the cutest boy on campus is standing right in front of you.

“You looked pretty lost before, do you need help with anything?” McCutie suddenly asks, confirming your worries that he had indeed seen how confused you were when looking at the map earlier.

“Uh- well, I was looking for the library,” you tell him, feeling a blush creeping onto your cheeks, “but I honestly have no idea where I am.”

“Oh, the library! Okay, so it’s right over there, on your left,” he explains, pointing to a big building that had, in fact, caught your attention before he came up to you but you weren’t sure. “You can just enter through those doors you see and then- wait, you know what? I’ll just go with you, it’ll be easier.”

Surprised at his sudden suggestion, you feel your heart rate quickening. Great, you get to spend more time being a mess with this cutie patootie who just waltzed up to you because he thought you looked confused which you were, of course, but he doesn’t have to be so helpful. You’re literally a stranger. Ugh, why must he be so cute and kind?

“You really don’t have to-“ you try to say but he waves a dismissive hand and scoffs with a smile.

“It’s not a problem! No lectures for another 30 minutes. I’ll just show you where to enter, c’mon.”

He begins walking but not before he’s grabbed the three heavy books from your hold. You don’t protest and let him carry the books for you, watching from time to time as you walk beside him towards the big building that is the library. He makes sure to keep the umbrella above the both of you, mostly holding it above you though which makes the edges of your heart tingle a little bit.

“So...”

He breaks the silence that was oddly comfortable, glancing at you as you walk right next to him, trying your hardest to follow his long strides. The rain is still pouring down and your sneakers are pretty much soaked from accidentally walking through puddles of water. You meet his eyes from underneath the umbrella, copying the small smile that is stuck on his face.

“Are you new here? I haven’t seen you around before.”

Nodding hesitantly, “yeah, I transferred from Busan University and to here.”

His entire face lights up, “oh, really? I’m from Busan too!”

“Wait, really?”

He nods excitingly, “yeah, I moved here a few years ago to attend college.”

“Wow,” you laugh, “that’s so random.”

"Tell me about it,” he sighs, “I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

Jungkook... You had no expectations whatsoever for what his name would be, but somehow Jungkook seems to fit him just right. 

“_____,” you tell him your name, watching his smile growing into a grin. Before you know it you’ve reached the entrance of the library, the walk shorter than you had expected. Jungkook comes to a halt by the door, one hand still holding your books and the other tightly grabbing the umbrella above him. You point at the books, “I can take those again, I’m sure you have some lecture to attend soon. Thanks for your help though!”

Jungkook nods as he lets you take the books, watching you trying to balance all of your stuff. He stifles a chuckle, closing his umbrella before reaching for your books once again. He notices a blush coloring your cheeks but decides not to comment on it, already able to tell that you’re embarrassed enough as it is.

“That’s very sweet of you, Jungkook, but I don’t wanna trouble you more than I already have” you tell him when he takes the books. 

He lets out a low chuckle, smirking at you as he opens the door. He nods his head, telling you to enter, “c’mon.”

You huff in defeat, glaring at him playfully as you enter the library, Jungkook following right behind you. “Don’t you have a lecture in like 15 minutes?” You ask him when he appears by your side again, giving him a pointed look.

He shrugs, “yeah, but helping you shouldn’t take much time. I can still make it to my lecture.”

If he weren’t so cute, you’d call him out for taking a risk because of a stranger like yourself. If only you had prepared for this day in advance you wouldn’t be troubling him this much, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind as he guides you around the library, helping you find the last books you need for your other courses. You remind him several times that his lecture is about to start but he brushes it off, moving on to ask what other courses you need books for.

“And if you need books for psychology on your fifth semester, this is where you’ll-” he rambles on, not at all watching the time.

“Jungkook!” He whips around to face you, eyebrows raised and eyes wide after hearing you saying his name in an unexpected tone. You laugh lightly at his expression, “are you aware of the time? Your lecture started 10 minutes ago.”

As if his eyes couldn’t widen more, they do as he glances at his phone, “shit, I have to go.”

Smirking, you cross your arms over your chest, “you think?”

Your smirk turns into a smile as you watch him backing away from you, slowly making his way out of the library and not at all in a rush to make it to lecture before missing the whole of it.

He mirrors your smirk, “see you around?” 

“Maybe,” you call out to him, earning a few hushes from the people around you. He has the nerve to wink at you before turning on his heel and jogging out of the library, two-colored hair bouncing on top of his head as he does. A round of butterflies erupt in your stomach as you turn back around to look at the books on the shelf, a small smile still lingering on your lips as you go through the books for psychology with a certain cute and helpful college boy occupying your thoughts.

[bookshelfdreams]

Hi, what do you think about 38. for Ed and Stede?

Wish you a nice autumnly afternoon!

I think 🥰🥰💕💕💕💞💞💞💞🥰🥰 (srsly you picked something i'm weak for w surgical precision)

(also hope you don't find second person, lack of capitalization and overuse of italics too off-putting)

(if so, sory)

38. Treasuring a small gift/word of praise the other gave

the first thing he gives you

(no, not the first thing he gives you, the first thing he shares, that's something else, immaterial, a secret, here look I think you might like that, I think this might make you happy, I think you are someone who finds joy in such things are you not?) (yes. yes you are)

anyway. the first thing he gives you is the cravat.

not wide enough to cover your palm, black like the sky between the stars, soft and - flowy, like water, like oil, like it should part around your fingers and drip from your hand as you lift it.

you resist the urge to rub it against your face and instead loop it around your neck, once, twice, tie a know that rests in the hollow between your collar bones, and the whole day you feel its pressure against your throat, a whisper of touch

and laying on the couch for a brief moment you think you will die like this, wrapped in silks and fine linens, and it's not the burial shroud you thought you would get but you maybe wouldn't mind it either.

(you don't die. you come up with a plan, like you always do, and you teach him to breathe fire (that's new). the spanish warship is hardly more than a slight irregularity in the darkness, but you know when they divert their course, feel it in your bones, in your lungs, deep in the core of you. the exhilaration of having done it, having beat them (again! hah, of course, again, that's what you do, you're fucking Blackbeard) fills you to your fingertips, dizzy and bubbly, and twice as good for how certain you were this was the end.)

you don't ask him if you can keep it. you don't even think to, if you're honest, you're a pirate and he's an amusement, you don't need to ask.

he takes the bundle of clothes you hand him, folded as neatly as you care to, and he looks at it, looks up at you,

and you know he sees the cravat still looped around your neck, sees how you stuffed the ends under the collar of your shirt, and he smiles

he says thank you

and that's that.

***

he makes you tea.

proper tea, tea that's much more than just leaves steeped in hot water. there's a whole table set, with a white cloth, and flowers, and so many fucking dishes, teeny tiny sandwiches cut in perfect squares and triangles, slices of fluffy cake, filled with fruits.

it's all so dainty and posh and ridiculous, but you kind of love it, actually, kind of think it's awesome. you take a teacup and examine it, the delicate handle and thin walls, golden-rimmed and painted, and yeah, you get to use that because you're having tea with someone who really knows this shit, fancy as fuck.

he pours you tea, hesitates, his hand hovering over the sugar bowl.

i'm afraid i don't know how you take it

give it here, you say, and he slides the bowl over. that's maybe not proper etiquette, but he smiles, like he knows you just want to use all this fancy shit, and sits back. it should feel patronizing, maybe, but doesn't; more like he's delighted to have something to share with you, something he can show you.

there's a tiny pair of silver tongs meant to fish out sugar cubes with and you just start dropping them in your tea, one after the other, and watch them dissolve, make a tiny heap of crystals at the bottom of your cup.

you stop after the seventh, but still pour in a bit of milk from the tiny little can thingy. he's been watching you attentively, and when you look up and catch him, he blushes, a little.

sorry, he says, i don't mean to stare. i just want to remember how you like it.

the tea tastes like syrup and makes your mouth feel kind of sticky. it's a little gross, but the next time he hands you a hot cup of tea, you still tell him it's perfect.

it is.

***

he never stops giving you things. just handing you stuff, showing (not never showing off), sharing. it's always here look at this, and oh you might like this.

when your hands linger over the purple suit he says great choice, this will look gorgeous on you, casual as anything.

when he sees you trying to untangle your hair, stiffened by the salty wind, he hands you a small vial of oil, for the ends, they get so dry in this air, don't they, ed?

oh this is a fun one! when he pulls a book from the shelves and then proceeds to read the most insane story you have ever heard, about a gaggle of knights cutting some poor bloke's arm off and then killing his mum who lives at the bottom of a lake for some reason.

like - you don't even know how it makes you feel. just that it's nice, laying sprawled on the couch, your feet up on the cushions, and he never tells you to take your boots off (you wouldn't, of course, you're fucking Blackbeard, you keep your shoes on if you want to).

***

it's not even about the things. you're a legend; you have more riches than you care to count. it's not that you couldn't have creamy soap and nice oils for your hair and porcelain that's almost translucent. if you wanted to, you could have anything you can possibly imagine.

it's just. it never really occurred to you that all these things are physical objects any one person might own, did it? lace and silks, things that only exist to be beautiful, these aren't for people like you.

except they are. except he places them in your hands, careful, but never cautious. like every beautiful thing in the world belongs to you.

like it's not even a question.

***

well.

that turns out to be a lie.

***

when he first told you he'd give all of his riches away for a chance to be like you, you thought he was insane.

but now, you're standing in his cabin filled to the ceiling with his fancy shit, and you understand. what use is all this stuff, if you do not get to keep the one thing that matters? what's the point of soft fabrics and illustrated books and an insane amount of sugar in your tea? none of it ever was meant for you, you know that now, none of it meant he genuinely -

whatever.

all this time, you have been playing dress-up. no matter how many things you surround yourself with, no matter what you showed and taught him, no matter how great you are at everything else, it never made you a person he could find worthy, did it? you're nothing but a plaything to him. a distraction. someone who indulged him in playing pirates, and when he realized that it wasn't a game, that there was real danger, he ran back to his own life of comfort.

which you should have known. should have anticipated. even fucking izzy betrayed you as soon as you let yourself slip.

turns out, fine things aren't for you. they're a liability. fall in love with some...thing and its absence will hurt you worse than any joy its presence could bring, you know that, you knew that and still -

you still -

it was stupid, that's what it was. reckless. wishful thinking.

no point in keeping all his garbage aboard.

***

you still keep the cravat. when the crew cleans out all the fancy shirts and nice suits, the shelves and cupboards, the trinkets and everything else, you keep it wrapped around your throat. not for safekeeping (tho no one would dare touch it there, the safest place in all the seven seas), and not as a reminder.

not as a token.

you tell yourself you forgot it's even there.

[stormyoceans]

your horny puen thoughts oh my god give me more

SFJKSGFJSGJKSH i swear i don't want to be that person but every time puen opens his mouth he ends up saying the most unhinged things and i just [HEAD IN HANDS] YOU CANNOT BLAME ME FOR ANYTHING IM GONNA SAY AFTER THIS TAKE IT UP WITH EVERYONE INVOLVED IN THIS SHOW THEY'RE THE DERANGED ONE FOR PUTTING THESE THINGS INTO IT

like, they honest to god put hints of sugar daddy/daddy kink in the show???? which admittedly took me by surprise but it actually makes SO MUCH SENSE for puen's character, because it's true that he never had anyone taking care of him so that’s something he craves, but he also never had anyone HE could take care of: no parents or siblings to dote on, no friends to cherish, no lover to spoil…. but now he has talay. and if there’s one message the show has REALLY been set to get across is that puen LOVES to see talay enjoy himself and the things he likes, especially when puen is the one to provide those things for him. a clear example is given by all the times puen buys talay food or just straight up feeds him. he also likes to drive talay around and give him flowers and buy him gifts

it’s not hard to imagine how this can translate into their sex life. i honestly genuinely sincerely truly believe that puen gets off on pleasuring talay. i really can’t think of anything that would give PUEN more pleasure than having talay under him and taking his time to explore every inch of talay’s body (touching it, kissing it, licking it, biting it), until he finds every single spot that makes talay moan and fall apart. puen would revel in the feel, sight, smell, and sound of talay, he’s been wanting to eat talay out for so long (and THEY CONFIRMED IT) im pretty sure the first time he actually gets to do that he’s gonna come untouched just from the feeling of talay’s body trembling through his orgasm all around him

puen’s scent kink also means that he’s gonna steal talay’s clothes all the time, especially when he’s travelling or spending the night out because of his job and he’s missing talay so much he needs to be surrounded by talay’s scent to help him sleep (and im pretty sure puen jerked off more than once while holding one of talay's shirt against his face but you haven't heard that from me)

last thing im gonna say before hiding myself out of shame is that puen clearly has a thing for talay’s neck and for manhandling him. i haven’t made a proper post about it, but i swear i have an embarrassing amount of screenshots (i swear im normal) of puen grabbing talay by the back of his neck. most of the times it happens when they’re kissing, with puen using that as a way to pull talay in. and then there is his OTHER favorite way to pull talay in, which is grabbing his arm. it’s hard to show this through screencaps, but go look at the way puen grabs talay in ep 5 (part 1) and ep 10 (part 4). it’s, frankly, a lot. i wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out that puen likes to push talay around a little and to squeeze and mark his neck a lot during sex, doesn’t matter if he tops or bottoms (i do think they switch btw, i mean the show is literally called vice versa. but srsly, even if puen is into the sugar daddy thing and loves to take care of talay, there are moments where he wants to be taken care of too, and when talay becomes more bold puen is definitely gonna be putty in his hands)

IM NOT EVEN GONNA TOUCH ON THE FACT THAT IN EP 10 PUEN THREW /REWARDS/ INTO THE MIX BECAUSE I NEED TO MANTAIN AT LEAST SOME SEMBLANCE OF DIGNITY JUST KNOW THAT HE IS HORNY AND INSANE

in conclusion:

[ihatebnha]

kirishima that takes "no" seriously even when you meant the opposite.

Like, when you're over stimmed by him, he talks dirty about how he's going to fill you up until daylight, and when he moves to thrust his hips back into you, you give a slurred "no" but obviously, you mean yes. He immediately snaps back to being sober from being pussy drunk, takes you very seriously, and stops directly to check on you. he just feels like he should review if you meant it which makes you go "🥺" but srsly it could be either a blessing or a curse

I just think we need more men like him

🥺🥺🥺 so true, bestie... SO true. Kiri knows how threatening he can be... and how vulnerable sex is, so he's learned to act accordingly!!!

The amount of time it takes for him to fully trust in + rely on your safeword, insane... and even when he does get the hang of it, it takes even longer for his body to stop subconsciously tensing up every time something other than "yes," "please," or "Kiri," comes out of your mouth.

The first three months of you having sex is literally just a jumble of stopping and starting and making sure that you're okay... until, that is, you learn to read each other's eyes, and even through begging and pleading, Kiri is able to pick up on the nearly-permanent look of adoration in your gaze every time you look at him <333

(And it really does become a blessing after that, because then he really knows when things are wrong... even if u say they aren't. King shit! Good post anon!!!)

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

bakugou thoughts pt 2001847471 :)))

- if u go to the park, and somebody is like, walking their dog n the animal barks at y’all??? bakugou is barking back. mans full on squares up, n barks at the dog until it backs off

- he rarely gets into shows/series, but when he finds one he likes, he’ll only watch the first few episodes and then make u watch the rest with him. he’ll always say sum “if i dont watch with you, then i gotta make extra time for your needy ass. ‘m prioritizing my fuckin’ time. it doesn’t mean anything, shut up.” ...... he’s lying. it does mean something. it means he wants to share the things he likes with u

- pls he’s so smart, and generally pretty aware, but sometimes he’ll just do something so duMb. like, u kno that thing that happens sometimes with hair?? like, when it sticks to ur fingers and no matter what u do, u can’t get it off?? bakugou is literally breaking his wrist a foot away from u, shaking his hand back and forth and cursing soooo loudly. u just gotta go up to him and gently remove the hair from him like “oh honey- no.”

- peanut gallery comments. lots of them. mans will sit fully dead silent, not talking for the whOle day, but the second u do something embarrassing?? like trip??? suddenly he has a LOT to say ..... smh men

- animals just always like him. its absolutely unexplainable bc he’s so loud n moves super suddenly,,, but the amount of street animals that follow him home is ridiculous. srsly. sometkmes he even has other people’s pets trying to follow him home

- respects absolutely no one n that somehow strangely makes him the most respectful u’ve ever seen??? like- he hates everyone the exact same so u won’t ever catch bakugou in an act of discrimmination

- he can’t draw at all but if u asked him to draw something, it’ll be the same skull every single time. it’s a good skull, but it’s soooo obvious he learned how to draw it from a tutorial in the midst of his emo phase

- will fully make fun of others for baby-talking around their s/o, n then just fully go home n look at you like “tired.” “hungry.” “kiss.”...... like okay baby man, maybe try putting a full sentence together before u start trying to run your mouth. hypocrite.

- probably sleeps like the dead. contrary to popular belief, i absolutely do not believe he’s up at every single noise. man’s could sleep thru an explosion, im sure of it. that being said tho, it’s probably actually hard for him to turn his brain off n fall asleep. he prob goes to bed so “early” bc he has to wind down for a good hr or two until he’s ready to actually sleep

- he’s got a vendetta against salespeople. like, if his phone rings with some bullshit about a product? if somebody, god forbid, tries to walk up to your door? fully frothing at the mouth annoyed. will chew out any employee who’s too underpaid not to listen to him

- eats like an absolute animal. no rlly, its bad. holds his spoon with a fist and digs at his meal like its the gold rush. the worst table manners you’ve ever seen rlly

- he gets sorts antsy if he sits for too long, so he’s always off doing random shit. like, u’ll look out the window n he’s just like, raking the .3 leaves from ur driveway, probably trying to guess where the wind will be so they wont blow back

- ik this with my heart and soul okay,,, bakugou has never had a conversation with u that wasnt from exactly .2 meters away. like,, if he’s comfortable, then he’s just close all the time. like he’s waving his hands around and yelling and you just have to take his face in ur hands and go “im literally right here. ily but pls tone it down for the sake of my hearing.”

- very much guard dog behavior when y’all go out. absolutely will not leave ur side for even a second, like, at a bar or during a concert. even if u go to the bathroom he’s like, leaning against the wall and waiting right outside the door

- gets absolutely bitchy about your phone blowing up while you’re hanging out. its not that he’s suspicious that ur, like, cheating on him, it’s just that he doesnt understand why u’d even leave ur phone on in the first place since he always has his turned off when ur around. if he gets annoyed enough he’ll fully take the phone out of ur hands, say sum “yeah, you don’t fuckin’ need this anymore. you’re done with this.” n toss it across the room while he kisses u senseless

- tbh his ultimate love language is 100% playfighting. v much would go heart eyes if u even seemed like u might try n wrestle him. obvi u dont win, but his favorite is how u laugh while he pins ur hands above ur head

- he sneers at other angry people. will fully, fully sit there like “jesus christ, they need to calm the hell down. annoying as shit- fuckin’ loud too.” ....... -i. who’s gonna tell him

- silent conversations with ur eyes. no rlly. if y’all are with friends and somebody says something questionable, bakugou is immeadiately turning to u, eyes hardly even shifting but u just know he’s hurling insults in his head

- he doesnt realize his own strength sometimes. like- he knows he’s strong, but if u ever open a door n ur like “woah, careful, this is heavier than it looks” bakugou is .2 steps behind u practically ripping the damn thing off it’s hinges. he’ll look at it, huffing like he doesn’f even understand the issue

- he rlly likes when u call him by his name. pet names are fine, but he srsly is super soft for the simple stuff. like when u look over at him, all excited, smile wide like “hey katsuki, u gotta see this! c’mere!”

- his road rage is severe. no rlly. bakugou drives like every day is a race n he’s one win away from going formula one. you’re pretty sure that the only reason he passed his license test is bc the instuctor was too terrified to tell him no

- bakugou probably does that thing where if you’re sitting on the counter top, watching him cook, he’ll stand between ur legs. hands on ur thighs or resting on ur hips while you tell him about your day

- can’t explain this one, but he doesnt kill spiders. he takes them outside. says sum “they eat ticks, idiot. what- you actually want a fuckin’ blood disease? Hah? ‘m not gonna kill it. motherfucker’s gotta earn his keep before dyin’ just like the rest of us.” while he v gently picks the spider up into his hand and walks it outside

- ik that his one cheat food is sugary cereal. like, he’s a health freak, but the one thing he can’t help but make a concession for is sugary cereal on the weekends

- he’ll sometimes get in this over-stimulated mood where everything pisses him off, n the only thing u can do is leave him alone. u learn this quick bc his anger doesn’t discrimminate and if u push him even after he tells u what’s up?? pls bakugou will lash tf out. at u. like, ik y’all like to write it but that whole “it’s okay- it’s just me. just look at me.” thing does not work with him,,, u literally gonna get merc’d if u try

- he’s probably a guy who’s gonna be super big on passing touches. like he drops his hand on ur head when he passes, or bumps his shoulder into urs when he laughs. no footsies tho. too sappy even for him- pls if u tried to initate that he’d crush ur toes under the table aHAHAHA

- feeds every street cat he comes across. is probably super fond of the ones with a bunch of scratches/scars on them. he’d die if u knew, but one time u caught him feeding a scratched up calico n going “bet u beat his stupid ass, right? that’s my girl. we always win, huh?”

—/—

surprise suprise,, my brain rlly never shuts the hell up about this man

[sugakuns]

[hc] | 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

being childhood friends with suga, suna & semi + telling each other they’d be married when they were younger

a/n: gender neutral pronouns

— sugawara k.

you and suga were next door neighbours for a long period of your life

you were in each others childhood photos holding hands or playing closely together

there’s no denying that you two were close from an extremely young age

even when you two started high school and you moved house, you were only 10 minutes away and attended karasuno too

the two of you were lucky to be in the same class too! (thanks to suga’s tutoring)

but the both of you have one vivid memory, one where suga places a flower ring on your finger and announced the two of you would get married in the future

and you said yes

it happened when you were flicking through an old photo book together, eyes landing a photo of the two of you showing off your rings in the middle of suga’s backyard, smiling gleefully

“Do you remember that?” Sugawara asks quietly, pointing at the sloppy daisy ring on your chubby finger. You can clearly see it’s seconds from falling off, the daisys once white petals turning beige and starting to loosen. But, even so both you and Kōshi are smiling so brightly; eyes wrinkling around the corners, dimples deepening in your cheeks.

“Yeah, we said we’d be married by now” A shaky laugh passes through your bitten lips. Many nights you had thought about this, but that was years ago. The impending crush you had on the silver fox has blossomed in your first year of high school. Suga had finally grown into the charming man he was today and of course you noticed it - anyone would! For nights you would lose sleep as you thought about dating him, being his significant other, kissing him..

“I guess we’re kinda off track” He breaks the daydream you’re in. Your heart pummels as you realise he had shifted to get a better look at your face.

“We can always start somewhere, if you’d like [y/n]” He offers sincerely, his hand ghosting next to yours which lays on the old photo book.

Pink dusts your cheeks, a shy smile curling at your lips. Kōshi blushes too, his previous boldness causing him to shy away a little. The proposition is bold, something that you’d never expect Kōshi to outwardly say, yet you can’t help but thank whatever deity is out there for giving you this chance.

“I’d like that Kō”

— suna r.

suna was quiet as a child so it took you a while to get to him

a couple months in of bugging and suddenly he’s having full conversations with you

you two just clicked,, weirdly

he never had a lot of friends so he stuck to you a lot and held a lot of feelings for you

so when you confidently stride up to him with a shitty paper ring in your hand announcing that the two of you would be married in the future and the old age of 19 (srsly child y/n?) he just nodded

he saved the ring, keeping it in a trinket box in his room on his bedside table

“Tarō, since when did you have this box?” You question, pointing at the white wood box that was sitting on the table next to his bed. Out of the years of coming to his house this was the first you had noticed it.

Suna shrugs, seemingly keeping it there as decoration within his plain room. He’s bent over his homework, scribbling answers on to the small sheet of work paper provided. You’re preoccupied with being nosey, however.

“Oh my gosh, you still own this Rin?” You’re dangling the flimsy paper off of your index finger, an amused smile dancing across your lips. Suna nods, eyes casting over to the item hanging off of your grasp.

“Yeah, it’s our marriage ring, isn’t it?” He smiles softly, eyes thinking back to the day he asked you out. You were so ecstatic, almost bouncing with giddiness.

A hum vibrates from behind your mouth as you put the ring back into the trinket box. You’re setting the box down when Suna speaks again.

“I’ll get you a real ring some day”

— semi e.

semi had been some what..imitating to you since a young age

even through years of friendships he still made you a little nervous

but semi had always been kind to you, protected you and cares for you but you put that down in his motherly tendencies that would shine through at times

he’s always been close to your family since your families were close friends so you spent a lot of time with him

even up to shiratorizawa - and although he was basically promised a placement due to his sports scholarship you studied hard to be by his side

the day that semi had ‘fake proposed’ to you was quite heartwarming

after being pushed around by a couple mean kids and getting your knees dirty and scraped up, semi had came to your rescue and aided you with cleaning the dirt off of your body

later that day he gave you a toy ring and announced that he was going to marry you to protect you from the ‘mean bullies’

“Semi look what I found yesterday!” Semi had visited your house because as of now the students were sent home for the summer holidays. Before you left last time you left your room in a bit of a state and had to clean or before your boyfriend visited.

“What is it?” He questions, upper body resting against your beds headboard. He watches as you scrabble through your drawers, fingers snatching the plastic ring from years ago. Semi almost doubles over at the sight of the small thing, eyes widening as you slip it on your finger.

“I found it while I was cleaning! FYI I want a bigger ring when you actually do propose - preferably not plastic this time” You wave your hand around in front of your face as you examine the plastic toy. It had been too big for your fingers years ago but now it fit like a glove.

Semi flushes as your bold words finally register in his brain. He’s flabbergasted; how could you remember this small item and it’s backstory, and how can you say something about marriage so bravely?

Semi stutters “I- Yeah, I’ll make sure to get you one with a big rock”

[chiwhorei]

boyfriend headcannons- k. kyoutani

synopsis: boyfriend headcannon with a sweet, soft g!n s/o.

rating: sfw- just some fluffy boyfriend kyotani vibes.

word count: ~1.1k

warnings: swearing

a/n: just some self-indulgent boyfriend mad dog content, i am unreasonably soft for this man. this has been going bing bong around in my head so i just had to let it out.

This boy is rough around the edges and it drives my FUCKING crazy😍. But let’s all imagine him with a really sweet, soft, s/o.

So everyone from VBC knows Mad Dog as a punked out demon, so they surely don’t expect a sweet, smol babie like you walking hand in hand with him

He always walks a little in front of you and holds your hand very protectively ugh😖

Your style is super soft . Pastel colors and baggie sweaters. Precious really. And Kyotani is always stunned by your sweet, pure beauty.

Whenever you say a curse word my man is literally so shocked, like “Did they srsly just say fuck instead of frick frack?”

Always grumbles when you drag him to go clothes shopping. Mf only has like 5 shirts he cycles through and 182732772 different cut offs made from like old high school t shirts to work out in

“What color do you like better?” You ask while holding up two shirts he SWEARS are the same fucking shirt.

“Is this bitch trying to prank me?”

“I like that one.” He points to the one in your right hand (even though he cannot tell the difference) and you smile happily and kiss his cheek.

Cue the blushing mess of a man who tried to act all hard awwwww

You steal one of his old ripped up band t-shirts and pair it with a soft baggie cardigan and someone is going to have to check my dude’s pulse.

hOW ARE YOU SO CUTE

You also help him dye his hair and honestly bless your soul. You two have very different aesthetics but you will still meticulously dye his hair with those two lines of brunette because you support your man’s emo dreams.

Okay. Listen. Mad Dog drives a stick and really likes classic cars. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

If he’s not playing volleyball he’s working on a beat up old Mustang. He’s like... changing the... transmission or the bumper... or something...

Whatever, he’s all hot and sweaty in a tank top that’s what we all care about anyway.

And there you are, leaning against the drivers side door and chattering about something that happened in one of your classes and he’s just nodding along, offering some grunts of acknowledgement while wiping some oil off of his hands.

And CAN WE JUST IMAGINE SITTING IN THE PASSENGERS SEAT while he’s driving. Watching his hands as he switches gears and his fingers thumping to the beat of whatever song is playing on the steering wheel oomph

One of his favorite things to do is to just drive around and listen to music.

Here he comes, banged up old car he completely rebuilt, with the hardest music blasting through the open windows, and there you are in the passengers seat going 🥰☺️💖

Everyone around: “Is that person being kidnapped?”

Takes you to car shows. This is one of the very few times Kyotani is super talkative, walking you around and explaining all the different ~car~ things

You don’t really know what he’s talking about but you love it when he geeks out a little.

You show up to his practice one day to bring him some snacks.

Everyone’s eyes snap over to the random person hugging the door frame of the gym entrance, with a gigantic smile and pure, curious eyes.

Literally everyone on the team is disintegrating when Kyotani walks up to you and starts talking to you? Like? A? Normal? Conversation?

And then he starts tugging on the end of you sweater, playing with the hem bc it comforts him 😢

You lean in and rub your hand over his bleached hair, scratching your nails on the back of his neck

“Mad Dog-Chan, you look like a little puppy!”

Ope Oikawa you have a death wish

“Aww, Taro you are MY little puppy!” You say and hug his arm to your chest, rubbing your cheek on his fucking BEEFY bicep.

Everyone in the gym is waiting for him to BLOW

But he just- blushes and buries his head into your neck, mumbling something about how embarrassing you are but giving no indication that he’s actually upset

Now the whole team uses you as a lithium pill

“That’s not very nice puppy-Chan, what would y/n think?”

Absolutely hates it when Oikawa talks about you like he knows ANYTHING, he gets a little frustrated when people assume things about your relationship.

Don’t worry, Iwa spikes a ball right into Oikawa’s head so your boyfriend just glares and moves on.

His scowl never really leaves his features, but you bring out the tiniest soft look in his eyes.

You’re at every game. Sporting his jersey and cheering like a maniac

After a win, you rush down and jump onto his back. He knows you’re going to and he catches you every time like it’s nothing.

He’s just standing around with everyone and feels you approaching and hooks his hands under your knees and continues whatever he was doing as your kissing his cheeks and praising him.

Will have a whole conversation with Iwa or something with you hanging on him like a koala

After a loss, you know he doesn’t want to talk so you wait for him to change and clean up and he drives out to a quiet parking lot or the overlook on top of a hill (that sounds like a kidnapping I’m sorry)

But you just sit on the hood of the car and hold his hand, rubbing small circles with your thumb. You stay quiet and give him time to decompress.

You’re both staring up at the night sky, when a shooting star passes and you squeal and point up to make sure he saw.

Even in the dark he can see your huge, sweet smile and sparkling eyes. 

He loves how the smallest things excite you, he loves how you always look on the bright side, he loves how you make him want to be a better person.

He loves you.

You snap your head to face him with complete adoration in your eyes.

He didn’t mean to passively whisper it into the night air after a frustrating loss, it honestly just slipped out.

His worries that he didn’t make his declaration special enough were quickly quelled when you scoot over and put your head perfectly into the juncture of his collar bone.

“Taro, I love you too. So much.” You lean up and speak softly right over his lips.

You’ve kissed him a million times before.

But every time, just before your lips meet and you take the cutest little anticipatory inhale and glance down at his mouth and back up to his eyes, he feels just as nervous as the first time.

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

Hi!!! I want to say I'm OBSESSED with your writing~ its so detailed and English isn't my first language but I really wish I could be as good writer like you someday! I was wondering if I could request the obey me brothers reactions to mc being the only one other than lucifer who is cerberus favorite? I have a theory that since they are descendent of lilith and cerberus is meant to gaurd liliths tomb, cerberus might take a liking to lovely mc too!! Thank you! I'm sorry if its hard to understand..

Ehehe~ ♡♡ my first lenguage is not english either so I am really glad you like my writting! I can't say I am in any way close to a professional writer but it still feels nice to be looked up upon! Don't give up!

Note: in my mind cerberus is basically the same size as Sadaharu from Gintama

Just a bit bigger

Also I headcanon their breed to be of a Molossian dog after someone interpreted cerberus to have such appearence seeing that the breed was the most used as a guard dog in greece at the time. Also used as a war dog by our dear Alexander The Great ™

Anyways!

I changed this to a mini fic format because it felt better this way.

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Puppy Love - a Lucifer being a Simp Mini Fic

The older brother snapped himself out of his concentration as he felt a very familiar vibration inside his pants' pocket.

He had changed the pattern of the vibration for each important chatroom he was in so he could know beforehand what level of headache to expect.

And seeing he reconized this repetitive vibration on his leg as the one he shared with all his brothers and the human, he was already pondering if he should actually pretend he didn't even notice it in the first place.

No, who knows what on all realms they would get or have already gottem themselves into. He decided with an already exaspherated sigh an a small twinge of worry as he unpocketed his D.D.D.

He doesn't know if he should file what was happening as expected or not.

'Yo guys, check this out!'

-Image sent-

That was Leviathan.

And in the picture was a very familiar hellhound smiling at the camera as two other familiar figures of the human and a certain Avatar of Lust sat themselves comfortably on Ceberus' back.

When had they gone out??

'Srsly, how the hell did they manage to tame that thing???'

'Everytime I get close to him he growls at me!'

'That's your own fault for being a pain in the ass Mammon.'

-thunder emoji sent-

'Also, didn't Beel also go with you guys?'

'I was half asleep but I'm pretty sure he told me he was leaving. I think.'

'Oh, he went to buys us food. At least I hope he doesn't eat it all before coming back.'

Lucifer stared at the unfolding conversation, opening and closing the image several times.

'What on earth...?'

Was all he could type in.

He remembers that at some point in the past he was worried about you getting along with the hellhound, he planned very throughly to have them be an extra layer of protection in case needed. Making sure to force you to take Cerberus on a walk to have them get used to your scent.

Of course it never showed to be necessary as Mammon had already kept enough watch over you, too much even.

The hellhound was pretty indiferent to you throughout your entire first year, but then the moment you stepped in the Devildom for the second time, it was like Cerberus was your own pet all allong.

More often than not he would catch you already in the tombs giving the mythological man eater hellhound belly rubs while blowing kisses. And he wasn't even going to start with the fact Cerberus was obviously enjoying the attention.

And he was not going to get into the fact that the sight of Cerberus' ears perking up whenever your name was mentioned the same way they did whenever Lucifer's name was mentioned (specially out of your lips) made his heart go extremelly soft, nope.

'Would you look at that Lucifer.'

'It seems your dog has a soft spot for our fellow human.'

'I wonder why huh?'

Lucifer squinted at Satan's messages on his D.D.D.'s screen as his fingers pressed on the typing space, tapping into a recently used emoji.

-frowning emoji sent-

-whistling emoji sent-

This ittle shit. He thought.

'Sataaaaan'

'You're missing the fun! Cerberus' fur is so soft!'

The older brother scoffed at Asmo's texts.

'Of course it is, I make sure to keep them groomed and clean.'

'If only they were a cat...'

'LOL cat Cerberus LOLOLOL'

'Kitty Cerberus LOLOLOL'

He felt his eyebrows dig even lower on his forehead.

'Maybe I should get someone to temporarelly turn Cerberus into a Quimera.'

'Then we will see if you can still call them 'Kitty', Mammon.'

'Stop singlin' me out, damn!'

At this point Lucifer could already feel a smile forming on his lips.

He would be dammed if anyone knew how much fun he actually has while teasing his fellow second oldest.

-image sent-

'Look at Levi! Ahaha!'

The image was sent by Asmodeus. Apparently he just switched places with Leviathan on Cerberus back.

Only this time he was in front of the human and not behind them like Asmo, covering half of their face and most likely their smile as he could see the squint on the corners of their shining eyes.

He's blocking the view. The oldest tsk'ed.

'Oi! Why is he sittin' on the front?!'

Him and the second oldest could agree on certain things sometimes.

'He jumped out LOL'

-image sent-

-laughing emoji sent-

'He had one job...'

Lucifer covered his mouth with a hand and cleaned his throat to hide the fact that he almost laughed.

Why was he hiding it anyways, he was alone in his office?? He sighed.

'Ah! Beel is back!'

'And he didn't eat everything yay!'

'I found some dog snacks on the way too.'

Lucifer sighed again, this time more fondly, he surely hoped they weren't spoiling the hellhound too much.

His phone vibrated again.

Another message came in, only this time in private.

He perked.

It was you.

'Lucifer, I'm going to steal your dog.'

He did not expect that.

But he would be dammed if he let his surprise show.

'Oh really? Seeing how much they like you, I don't think you need to steal them.'

'They would gladly go with you if you call out to them.'

He did not know how to feel by the fact that what he just wrote could actually be right.

'Would you go with me if I called?'

His eyes widened for a second.

Would he? He smiled.

'Of course.'

Yes, yes he would.

[junova]

↬ 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐭 | 𝐬. 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

abstract: the one where steve finds your love letters.

pairing: au!steve x fem!reader

word count: 3K+

warnings: cussing, fluff, angst, crying, slight self-deprecation.

[author’s note]: hey guys! i’m really new to the writing scene so kind words are appreciated! srsly just testing my writing style out and wanted to just post something to motivate me to keep writing. hope u like it. <3

also thank u ari for the inspo and that bomb ass album that saved twenty-twenty. now we just need biden to get elected.

ps. don’t forget to vote! <3

Stevie,

First and foremost, I want you to know how proud of you I am. You have become the man you’ve said you become, the one I always knew you would. You have finally seen what the rest of us see.

A good man.

The soul you carry within you shines brighter than I’ve ever seen. Just for that only, I’m thankful for the time we’ve spent together. Maybe one day, I’ll be brave enough to tell you this without hiding behind the comfort of this notebook. She won’t spill my secrets, fortunate for me.

Some days you have no idea how badly I want to tell you. I think it’s on the days I discover a new fleck of green in your eyes or maybe when you show up to class with a cup of coffee for me without request.

More. More. More.

More. More. More.

It’s selfish of me, that much I know. More days than not, I would say you give too much of yourself away. Always wanting to appease everyone, you, Steven Rogers, the bridge to making the people around you happier than they walked in. Even when Bucky drags you into his nonsense bullshit, you say yes without hesitation.

I’ve got not a a clue on how you continue on, how you still remain you when you tend to spread yourself so thin. Who watches out for you? Who cares for you? Who loves the almighty, selfless Rogers?

For me, it’s much easier to pretend you carry too much on your plate than to deal with the rejection I would receive from you. You’re just too good, more than I deserve. More than I would be willing to take. I know I couldn’t possibly give you what you deserve but, I hope that one day you might see me differently. You would see me more than the light I’ve painted myself in.

Even though the shade is lovely, I want to be deeper. Deeper into you on a level which only seems unattainable at this point.

A forever friend. To be in your life, just as a friend, is an reward in itself.

But someday I hope you would love me in the same way I do. It’s all a love struck girl could do. Hope for the best, bet be prepared for the downfall.

With much love, your forever friend.

Tearing the page away from the binding of the overfilled notebook, dispensing it in the first empty drawer you could find, you abandoned the feelings as soon as the pen’s ink bleed out dry.

“You know it would just be easier to tell him how you feel.” You peaked up at the sound of her voice, before realizing she was looming over you, watching your write the letter.

Your supposed, secret letter.

“Nat, please. No.” Opening the drawer, she grabbed the letter but was surprised with just how many she found.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’ve written about him multiple times?” You sank in the soft, plush material of your seat hoping that just maybe it would begin to swallow you whole. Hopefully, fast enough were you wouldn’t have to endure the rest of the conversation. One you had been trying to avoid, for the past three years.

“It’s nothing Nat, just forget it.” Just like a Romanov, she couldn’t leave it alone. Even if she tried it was laced in her blood to see any little thing through.

“You really shouldn’t wait so long. A window might close for you, much sooner than you think.” With a curious eyebrow lifted, you felt your breath leave you.

“What does that supposed to mean?” Steve certainly deserved the best and you knew it was only time for him to figure out you would never be enough for him.

“Peggy Carter.” Peggy.

The one girl of a sea of many who had been enamored by Steve. He never really seemed to spend anytime with the women who vied for his attention, but Peggy was surely different than the rest.

Even if Steve was oblivious when it came to the advances everyone would make on him, he saw Peggy. Considering she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, she intimidated you. God, did she ever.

On numerous occasions she and Steve had gone out, and even though he assured you they were just friends you were starting to believe he was only trying to protect your feelings. As a friend.

He had never cancelled on you once for her and he would tell you if he had started to date someone, just like he had before.

Even though the entire three years you’d known him he only had one serious girlfriend and after eight months, the pair broke up and even now he still didn’t budge on why they broke up.

“Steve can do whatever he wants with her. He’s a single man. He’s gone out with her before and he’ll probably go with her again.” Then Sam was the next to speak up, dismissing the total bullshit spouting from your mouth.

“Can’t you see he doesn’t want to? The damn man follows you around like a goddamn puppy.” Okay, when did he even come in here?

“God, fuck, no he doesn’t. He would have said something by now, he’s had three years and it’s been nothing but radio silence.” With an all knowing smirk, Sam proposed a new concept into question.

“It has been three years. So, have you ever said anything to him?”

Shit. Fuck you, Wilson.

“W-Well, not exactly.” Sam didn’t have to say anything in response. You knew he was right and you hated it.

Your unwillingness still stood for you, there was just no way he actually would reciprocate your feelings.

“Listen, I think it would be really good for the both of you to air everything out. Peggy is sinking her claws in him and it isn’t too long before they get stuck. Just talk to him.” You nodded silently, but you weren’t sure if you’d ever have the courage to.

—

Emptiness.

It’s all you seemed to feel today. Following you around was a dark cloud, looming over you. Wishing you could be anywhere but your own body. Nothing in particular happened to make you deserve the feeling you were granted with. It just so happened to be one of those days.

From the moment you got out of bed — or rather stayed in bed until four in the afternoon, you felt like anything you would have done just didn’t feel enough. The feeling was fleeting, never staying for more than a day or so, but it made the day drag on. Never ending.

Your muscles sore, body aching from the lack of activity your presumed. Or maybe you had built it in your head too.

Thankfully for you, Nat was busy helping Bucky move into his new place the entire day. She asked if you wanted to help, but mentally you didn’t feel you would be useful for anyone. Simply, telling her you would hang back, claiming you had another an essay to write.

Which you did, you weren’t completely lying, but there was more than your sour mood to blame for your dismissal of social interaction.

You hated to be that girl, the one who needed the presence of men. Specifically, the company of one very beautiful, blue eyed one.

His absence in your life the past few weeks felt heavier on you than you thought it would. You knew from Sam’s intel he had been hanging out with Peggy more and more. He said the two of them were getting close, mercifully sparing you the details.

You hated it’s you’d become. A girl so damn struck over a boy who was giving his attention elsewhere. Upset you were though. Before even if he was busy between classes and his internship at the gallery, he would still text to check up on you.

Now, it was nothing but radio silence letting you draw conclusions on your own. Very, very dangerous territory for you to travel to.

Steve and you are just friends. Get. Over. It.

You thought you’d be alone the rest of the Saturday, especially since it was nearly midnight. Figuring Nat was staying over at Bucky’s and Wanda leaving earlier in early hours of the morning to see her boyfriend for the entire weekend.

Then, an incredibly drunk Steve stumbled into your quaint apartment, the thoughtfully sweetness in him blubbering out with the alcohol flooding through his system. It was like he was on overdrive. More than ready to crash at any given moment.

You had enough when Steve started shamelessly raiding your kitchen, but you remained on the couch attempting to maintain some distance between the two of you. He had a history of being incredibly handsy whenever he had bit too much to drink.

Stumbling his way over to you, almost tripping on the rug, until he was basically cuddling up to your side. His arms latched tightly around you, pulling you into him. Not spared a choice, not that you’d want one.

The security of being wrapped up to him wasn’t something you ever grew tired of. You don’t think there would ever be a time you would ever be capable of turning him away.

“I’ve missed you. It’s been too long.” His soft tone, penetrating the tiny resistance you held towards him. “Me too. I was starting to think you disappeared on me, bubba.”

“Never.” His iron grip holding so tight like he was afraid you’d slip right through.

“Is everything alright?” Trying to pull from him, but Steve seemed unable to let you go. You whispered in his ear, caressing his back.

“I think so.”

“Here, let me grab you cup of joe and some water. Okay? I’ll be right back.” Leaving him a kiss on the cheek, before heading him into the kitchen.

If you had been around him recently, perhaps you would be more in tune with how he was feeling. Then the guilt sept in.

“Sweetheart, do you know where the phone charger is? It’s not by the recliner.” You heard him shout, trying to stop your heart from hammering into your stomach.

Just make him some coffee, sober him up, until he crashes.

Steve always seemed to be a lightweight and somehow whenever he did decide to drink he always found himself routing his way into your home. You thought it was simply for accident alone. The bar he frequented at was only a few block from you.

The past few times he would just stumble into your bedroom, immediately passing out in your soft, silky sheet. Now, he seemed to have more pressing matters at hand.

“Check the drawers, Stevie. I think there’s one you left around here somewhere.” You grabbed the filters and the grounds out, brewing the coffee. Soon, with a black cup of coffee and a water bottle in hand you took note of just how quite he was being.

He was never this silent and it was freaking you out.

“Are you sure you’re o-”

Just like that.

Fuck.

Hunched over, practically on his knees, he read over the endless letters you wrote about him. Confessions never meant to be seen by him. You lost track of how many you had written over the past few years once realized how irrevocably in love with him you are.

He didn’t realize you had found him and you were suddenly paralyzed. Unaware of your presence he continued to read through them and his expression was unrecognizable. One you’d never seen from him before, and you didn’t quite know how to react.

No. He wasn’t grimacing nor did he seem to be elated either. He just stood there just like you, afraid what would happen next.

What did this mean for the two of you? Your entire relationship was purely riding on whatever happened next.

Softly, with a gentle hand, he sifted through them all like he was looking for something specifically. Steve let them fall to the hardwood floors as your shaking hands could no longer support the weight of the dainty coffee cup he had actually sculpted himself.

The glass shattering everywhere, several pieces making their way towards him, thankfully not fiercely enough to penetrate his skin.

Truly, you had never been more sorry than when he looked up at you with tears in his eyes. Threatening to spill over. Because of you.

You didn’t have to be told, you already knew.

Carefully, Steve stood up making his way over to you around the shattered mug. Still you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Simply just watching him until he was right in front of you — more silent than you’d ever seen him before.

“Those were about me. Weren’t they?” You nodded having no reason to lie other than to protect yourself from a rejection you been hoping to spare yourself from.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this. Or at all really.” Your resolve dropping instantly when Steve took a step further gripping by your hips, pulling you closer.

“Why not?” He questioned you, again. Almost like he needed a verbal affirmation of every secret he had just read.

Unintentionally, stealing your soul served for him on a silver platter.

“I know how you’d feel about me, Steve. It’s not how I want it to be and it’s okay.” You remove yourself from him, traveling to the other side of the living room. Suddenly, the apartment seemed suffocating with him in it. “I’m fine, Steve.”

Hearing him sigh in frustration only furthered your immense feeling of being a burden to him.

You’re just one more obstacle he has to deal with.

“One of them dated back for over two years ago. Two fucking years.” His harsh tone, piercing through you like a knife.

“I know. I should have told you.” You whispered, wishing you could disappear into any abyss that would take you. Deeply wishing you just didn’t have to endure for the rest of this conversation. Wishing you could have stopped him from opening that stupid drawer. “I tell you everything, but I just couldn’t bring myself to speak about this. Look at how you’re reacting? How could you blame me when every fear I have about this is justified?”

You really should have kept those elsewhere, not your open, public living room.

“Because it’s us. I’m always here for you.” He was still crying through broken words and you didn’t know why. Almost like you had shattered his resolve and his control leaving with it.

“Not lately. You’ve been otherwise occupied.” Suddenly find the plant in the corner of the room. It certainly weren’t trying to distract yourself from the insatiable cerulean eyes.

The breathtaking british woman wasn’t even here and as soon as she was brought up — there was a wall. Seperating, you from whatever was between the two of you.

“This isn’t my fault. You never said anything. How was I supposed to know you feel that way about me?” He tried to make his way towards you but you just stalked off in the other direction. Circling around the living room like a coward.

“It didn’t matter though, did it? You found someone perfect for you regardless of how you feel.” God, you wish he would just leave so you could let the dam break.

“No. You don’t get to do that. Since the moment I met you I only had eyes for you, but you never seemed like you were interested. So, I dropped it. Okay? You never left me a crumb to think you would ever want to be more than just friends.”

“You were my best friend. You still are. No matter how I felt, it could never outweigh the need I have for you to be in my life.” He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. Trying to figure out what was next for the both of you. Steve always had to initiate and this time was no different.

“Peggy told me tonight she wants to be exclusive.” His confession washing over you like a ton of bricks. Crushing you.

You really couldn’t have any ill feeling towards her, she was just doing what you lacked the courage and the tenacity to do.

“But I didn’t really know what to do.” He took quiet steps towards you, not wanting to spook you. He voice not no longer held the a warmth of teddy bear, but a man on a mission rather took over.

Steve kept quiet until he had you backed up into a corner, no escape route in vision for you.

“’Cause there’s this other beautiful woman, absolutely breathtaking — and I just I really needed to know how she felt. If I had known before,  I never would have gone anywhere else.” His hand caressing your soft, plump lips. Pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb, sending you into a frenzy.

“Then, I just wanted to forget about everything until Sam called me. Three beers deep, when he told me of a drawer filled with letters I should take a look at.” You could feel his breath on you, temple pressed against yours.

“I just need to hear you say it. Just once.” Taking it a step forward, intertwining your finger with his own.

“I love you.” It was all he needed as he sealed his own affirmation with a sweet kiss, inking your lips with all of his love.