#what im panicking about is off-limits anyways

[n-copper9]

my brain is being strange

[elsweetheart]

HELLO KITTIE, i have a request 🤭🤭, what about poly! Relationship w/ abby & ellie x reader, obv smut (god im such a whore)

Hear me out; the 3 of them living together, and one night they come from patrol to find reader high & masturbating themself with a pillow thinking of them 🫦🫦

im sorry im down BAD for them

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been thinkin abt this request since i got it 🙀

high tide.

🎀 mentions of weed, abby and ellie share reader typa relationship, masturbation, mentions of the strap on but it’s not used, not writing another part to this sorry !

you hated being bored. therefore, tuesdays were your most despised day. it was the day abby and ellie were both scheduled to be out on patrol together, whilst you sat in your shared home all bored and lonely. the least you could do was get high and pass the time until they returned.

“you sure you wanna smoke without us? not gonna get all scared again and disturb jesses peace like you did last time, right?” ellie smirked, tilting her head at you as she pulled her jacket over her shoulders, abby stood behind her zipping hers up. you recall the time you smoked waaaay too much weed, got super panicked and ended up knocking at jesses door crying, telling him that you think you’re allergic to snow.

before you got the chance to respond, abby’s head whipped around, braid falling over her shoulder as she came and stood by ellie to look at you where you were sprawled on the sofa clutching a bag of weed. “i told you that was a bad idea earlier.” she argued, making your head lull back up at the ceiling with a defensive whine.

“but it’s boring. i know my limits now.” you sat up, baggy tshirt that belonged to abby jostled— exposing some of the skin on your stomach as you did so. you bat your eye lashes playfully, bringing your fists up beneath your chin. “i’ll be good, i swear.”

abby shrugged, giving up on telling you what you couldn’t do, knowing you were likely to do it anyway. “fine, have at it.” she was now occupied by looking around for her gloves, snatching it out of ellie’s hands when she saw the brunette trying to pull them over her own palms quietly, having lost hers. “i think not.” abby tutted, not in the best of moods about having to leave her sweet girl in her tshirt all alone to go on patrol.

“sheesh, what happened to sharing is caring.” ellie muttered, flicking her eyebrows up at you making you giggle.

“abby shares sometimes, i’m living proof.” you jest, wiggling your fluffy-sock adorned toes into the couch cushions to keep them warm. ellie smiled, huffing a quiet laugh out her nose before her eyes flickered to the pre roll you’d made from your bag before they’d entered the room.

“y’want me to light you up atleast, ‘fore i go?” ellie took a few steps towards you on the couch as she pat her pockets for her lighter before leaning her palms against the back of the seat. you scrunched your nose, looking at it before looking back at her shaking your head.

“i got it. gonna wait til’ i get really bored and desperate.” you smiled and she pat the back of the couch in a quick rhythm before pushing herself off.

“alright. god you’re so fuckin’ lucky—”

“come on, ellie.” abby called from the door, before her heavy footsteps rearrived in the door way, giving her a look telling her to hurry up before her gaze softened, looking at you.

“we won’t be too long. be careful, okay?” she instructed, pleadingly — telling you basically not to smoke more than you can handle again.

“i will. bye guys, miss you already.” you pouted, arm extended as you waved with your fingers.

“bye, babe.” ellie leant forward and ruffled your hair before following abby out the door, the sound of them bickering outside muffled as they trudged further away.

a few hours passed, and you could no longer entertain yourself. to be honest, you hadn’t tried too hard— you hadn’t even moved from the couch. you were set on having a lazy day, and that you were having. you rolled around on the couch trying to get comfortable again, kicking off the blanket and hoisting your leg up, abby’s t-shirt bunched up around your waist exposing your underwear and socks. you gazed at the pre-roll, enough was enough.

abby had gotten in your head a little about smoking too much, so you made sure you were careful — smoking half the zoot right there on the couch (knowing abby would complain about you smoking inside, but hey, it was punishment for her getting in your head.) before stubbing it out, enjoying the relaxing buzz it brought you. this was it, you thought. maybe abby was onto something, there was a limit — and you’d done a great job at not reaching it today, getting just high enough to feel good and hazy without it being all too intense. you relaxed back on the couch, stretching your arms out beside you.

the good feelings had made you feel all mushy and affectionate, and you blinked your red eyes open to stare ahead of you, pouting at their absence. you wished that they were here right now, experiencing your joy with you. you pictured ellie to your left and abby to your right and smiled, practically being able to hear their pointless bickering. the only time they could make true peace with eachother, was when they were making you feel good. most of the time, anyway.

something stirred in your underwear, a warm familiar blanket of pleasure washing over you thinking about the way they doted over you, letting you fall into that glorious submissive space just to take care of you. you wanted that right now, you wanted them to come home and take care of you.

the submission creeping in made you feel higher and you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth as you sunk down lower on the couch, letting your legs fall open. the heat had wedged itself between your thighs and you felt the urge to touch yourself tingling in the tips of your fingers. you indulged, running your hand down your stomach the same way one of your girlfriends might and wasted no time letting the pads of your fingers climb over your clothed clit, the sensation heightened by your high. you let out a shaky breath, rubbing with more vigour as you brought one foot up, bent to sit flat on the couch giving your more access. you cursed, slipping your hand into your panties and wondering how you could get so wet so fast.

you spread your juices through your folds, fingers darting around your swollen button making you mewl out. you wanted to whine one of their names, but your heart ached trying to decide who’s to moan first, not wanting the other to feel second bested despite their lack of presence. you fucked your own hand until you came, loud, desperate and easy. almost too easy, as it was proven that the second you came down the burning ache hadn’t subsided. you felt insatiable.

more desperate now, you decided to switch up your tactics. as soon as you had grabbed the cushion, yanking your underwear down just to your knees, too eager to take them off completely — your eyes were clamping shut, stuffing the folded cushion between your legs laying on your front. from the way it was folded, it nudged directly against your sensitive clit, folds spreading around its shape. your cheek smushed itself into the couch as you ground your hips, slow and lethargic, each move tugging your panties slightly lower down your legs, still binding them with its material.

patrol hadn’t been too long, luckily for the two girls. as usual, they were driving eachother up the wall with small disagreements and ellie’s inappropriate jokes. they were more than happy to arrive back home to their sweet mediator, hoping to be greeted with an excited embrace as usual.

abby unlocked the door, turning her nose up immediately as a warm pungent wall of cannabis hit her in the face. ellie shuffled in behind her, dragging her feet slightly to kick any snow and mud off. “fucking freezing out there— oh, somethin’ smells good.”

“neither of you listen, do you?” she sighed, unzipping her coat as the two of them walked through to the living room, expecting to see you napping or engaged in a book. ellie heard the telltale mewl of your pleasure before abby did, distracted by pulling her coat off as they walked towards the room. the brunette briefly stopped with a growing excited smirk before continuing to follow the broad blonde into the entrance of the living room.

they stopped at the door, watching your grind your cunt into the delicately stitched cushion, pathetic whimpers distracting the two of them momentarily from the smell of weed. abby’s demeanour softened, feeling the way her body heat up at the sight. your leg hitched up, making the swell of your ass more plump as your folds shimmered in the low light. ellie particularly enjoyed the view of your panties not even pulled fully down your legs, suggesting your desperation to get yourself off.

you were only alerted of their presence when abby’s heavy boots creaked the floor board— but you were in no rush to lift your head and stop your movements. infact, your hips slowed to a stop reluctantly as you just stared back at them guiltily, unsure of what the reaction might be.

“having fun?” abby crossed her thick arms over her chest and you tensed, pushing your cunt more firmly into the pillow at the sight.

“was just��� i…” you were lost for words, you’d totally been caught. your eyes dragged over to ellie, the sound of her backpack thudding against the floor drawing your attention. she strode over, dropping to a kneel in front of you. she was smirking with amusement which only made you blink your eyes at her more innocently like you hadn’t been doing anything at all, her hand reaching out to take a hold of your chin, tilting it up to face you into the light more.

“just as i expected, high as a kite. damn, we can’t leave this one alone for five minutes.” she shook her head and you began to push yourself up off the pillow, the shame finally reaching you as a flushed heat crept up your cheeks from behind your ears. a weight dipped in the couch beside you, abby taking a seat. her strong hand clasped the back of your thigh.

“you can stay like that.” it wasn’t an offer, nor a suggestion— more like a thinly veiled threat. ellie nodded sympathetically and you dropped your cunt back down onto the pillow. abby’s hand casually slid up your thigh, her thumb just missing your folds as it reached your ass, taking the meat of it and jiggling it slightly. “you’re actually in the perfect position to get fucked, i just don’t know if you deserve it after smoking inside again and all.” she pretended to contemplate, hand sliding back down to your where your panties were bunched up around her, dragging them down a few inches. you knew she was staring at your soaked folds and the way they were spread around the cushion— you knew abby was strong willed, but she wasn’t that strong willed.

ellie glared at abby, scoffing as if to say ‘i’ll do whatever i want, actually.’ and turned to you almost stubbornly. “sit up for me babe, i’ll help you out.” she emphasised. you pushed yourself up by your clammy hands and repositioned yourself so you were sat on the couch, panties still pulled half way down which felt even more embarrassing from this position. ellie readjusted her squatted position on the floor, before taking hold of the backs of your knees and yanking so your hips were up where she needed them. “there ya go.” she muttered, pushing your knees up as she leant in, taking a long lick through your soaked folds and enclosing her mouth around your clit, sucking. you whined, folded legs flailing a little as you tried to ignore the imposing mountain of abby beside you, staring, almost plotting.

you thought you could ignore her intimidation, enjoy ellie’s tongue lapping you up, and you were — but your attention was briefly stolen when she spoke. “spoiled.” was all she said, a slow shake of her head paired with it. you turned to look at her, and then it was her turn to feel weak. you just looked so pretty — eyes glossy and pink, mouth swollen, flushed and drooly, hair a little out of place, chest rising and falling with pants with the brunette between your thighs, your hand gently caressing the back of her head. fuck, abby thought— and she couldn’t stop herself from her hand sliding round the back of your neck like a snake and gripping you there, not wanting you to tear your gaze away. your brows furrowed at her touch, continuing to whimper from ellie’s ministrations.

the blonde pulled you in for a kiss, messy and barely giving you a chance to breathe. she fucked your tongue with her own for a while before you broke away when you felt ellie’s mouth disappear from your cunt. you turn to face her but was met immediately with her lips on yours — jealous and attention seeking. you barely had time to register the change-over, a gasp wracking through your chest when her slender middle finger slid right up inside you, pressing hard against the delicate gummy spot within. she kissed you through your shocked noises of pleasure, and you noticed abby’s hand still gripping the back of your neck, always somewhat in control.

“yeah, needed that huh?” ellie whispered against your lips, and you felt abby’s hand start to travel. she was grasping the back of your shirt now in her fist, like you were a bag of fruit or something. it was almost humiliating, the same way kittens get lifted by the scruff of the neck. she waited for the right moment before beginning to tug your shirt up, removing it over your head and from your body. your nipples peaked now in the sudden change of temperate and abby shuffled closer, big palm running across them before grabbing one, thumbing the nipple. the sensation made you buck your hips against ellie’s hand, overwhelmed and oh god — you were going to cum again already.

abby’s hand left you as soon as she sensed this, and so did her warmth from beside you. she stood up infact, and ellie actually pulled away to let you look up at her, taking the opportunity to take abby’s seat so she could kiss your neck, fingers finding your cunt once more.

“don’t let her cum yet. you wanna slut yourself out on the couch when we come home, you get fucked properly. those are the rules.” she looked so big, her long sleeve off-white henley gripping her biceps like it was it’s day job, her shoulders squared and her chin lifted and determined. she held your watery gaze before walking away to her bedroom to retrieve what you can only imagine to be the strap on. ellie’s fingers only sped up, thumb tapping against your clit as she suddenly began the race to get you to cum before abby returned.

“els.” you whined warningly only making her chuckle against the shell of your ear.

“what?” she smiled, your fingers clenching around her at just her voice.

“abby said—”

“i know what she said.” she whispered meaningfully, making no effort to slow her hand down. oh. that’s what was going on here.

“y’gonna— mmh— get me in t—trouble.” you were panting and you felt the sweat gathering at the back of your neck, almost a marking of abby’s absence.

“so get in trouble, we all know you like being punished anyway.” she shrugged, green eyes boring into the side of you face. “you’ll still be my good girl atleast.” she purred, trying everything to push you over the edge as you began to hear abby’s feet descending back down the stairs. your cunt spasmed around her fingers and she smirked, knowing she was about to be victorious.

“ellie!” you squeaked, feeling yourself tipping over the edge, almost frightened and panicked.

“thats it, baby. you take whatever you want. fuck, i love this greedy pussy.” she cursed as you exploded, the unmistakable sounds of your orgasm filling the room, just as the footsteps of abby returned — her strong shoulder leaning against the door to watch. your eyes were closed, but you knew her arms were crossed, face unreadable, thick strap very much present.

“hope you enjoyed cumming.” her strong voice carried once you’d come down, making your pink eyes flutter open from dream-land. ellie was kissing your jaw, smug smirk on her face as she wiped her fingers on your thigh. abby stepped forward into your hazy view. “because it won’t be happening again tonight.”

[days-until-burnout]

hiii sorry for bothering buttt may i request maybe scar/joel arcade au where joel wins everything for scar :333

i rlly2 like ur writings theyre all so good !!

so... FIRST OF. YOU ARE NO BOTHER. YOU DONT BOTHER ME OR ANYONE EVER. YA HEAR ME?! YOU'RE FAR FROM BOTHERING. THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST. and now, well. the original idea had more games but i got too into feelings. and... yeah. got a little angsty compared to what you asked for but that's writing for ya. hope you enjoy regardless also, thank you! i do try to write good-ish stuff despite the limited time and planning so im happy to hear you like it<3!

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📧 Day 22 -

Characters - Scar/Joel Words - 1,970 Time - 60 mins Content - Modern (HS/College) AU | hurt/comfort

Normally, Joel wouldn’t care about his surroundings, it was better to focus on his own thing and blend in. For as loud and imposing as he was, he rarely stuck his nose in other people’s business. But currently, the noise was getting in the way of his concentration, another missed shot. He grabbed another basketball, looked behind him to find the source of his distraction. A group of teens, all surrounding someone. He shouldn’t involve himself, way too many to handle on his own, but if he didn’t, who would stick up for whoever was at the center?

He looked around for an employee, until his attention was drawn back to the group. A panicked peace offering. Very panicked. 

“Hey, hey, hey, can’t we all get along? No need to get handsy!”

Joel frowned. The response made his skin itch. Vile words. Before he knew it, the ‘leader’ was stumbling forward, the basketball bouncing away as he approached them. Familiar faces, all of them, from the same school. His eyes flickered to the person in the center, finding Scar looking up at him with undecided fear or relief. He looked back to the ‘leader’, unamused. 

“Pick on someone your own size,” he gloated, keeping a neutral expression to their glare. He looked up when they stepped closer, anger in their eyes, a fist quick on his shirt. He glanced between his scrunched up shirt and them, giving them an out, “I dare you, tough guy.”

They glared, then shoved him back, but he planted himself firmly, barely moving. The group began to move away, going around him to not get in his way. 

He watched them all leave the arcade before turning back to Scar, who finally settled on relief. Just as Scar opened his mouth to say something, thank him probably, he walked off to find the basketball he threw, prompting walking it back to the game that had ended. With newfound peace, he threw the ball and scored though there were no points given. Scar caught up then, rolling just behind him, so he couldn’t walk away. Well, he could, but he might as well hear him out. 

“Uh– Joel, right? Thank you. You didn’t have to, I’m sorry you lost your game beca—”

“Do they pick on you?” he asked instead, not wanting to hear gratitude or apologies. After all, it wasn’t Scar’s fault, though he found it hard to let him know. 

Scar looked away then, facade breaking as he stuttered some excuses, rubbing the back of his neck and clearly lying. “I, well, no– I mean, they don’t pick on me. It’s just fun! Between friends, you know, right? Just some fun between friends, teasing and messing with each other. It’s a-okay!” Scar raised his hands and did some jazz movement, a forced smile plastered on his lips. He looked tired, which was something. Joel pinned it in the back of his mind, for later, if he still felt like dealing with all this. “And it was my fault, anyways. I wasn’t looking where I was going and I must’ve hit them with my chair accidentally. It’s all alright, trust me! I– Yeah, I can handle myself. It was all fun.”

Joel didn’t believe him. But he didn’t try to pry more either. It was whatever. 

He glanced over at another game, then back at Scar who seemed to have turmoil in his face. “You want to play?”

Scar looked up with wide eyes, almost sparkling but they quickly died, a sad smile replacing the excited o of his lips. “Oh, nonono, I couldn’t bother you with that! I was just here to watch for a bit. I have other things to do, places to be! I’m a busy person, very busy! My—”

“On a Saturday morning?”

“I, well– You never know with these things, Joel! People are busy and—”

“You owe me.”

Scar’s eyes went wide again, and Joel figured he could bully Scar into playing some games, which sounded sadistic but it was whatever. He didn’t have anywhere to be, and it was hard to ignore the guy in the wheelchair watching everyone else having fun in the arcade. His eyes flickered away as he fished out his arcade card, extending it to Scar, who looked between the piece of plastic and him. 

“Five dollars. And don’t keep me waiting.”

Hesitantly, Scar took the card and pushed himself to the counter, Joel following behind. The exchange was quick, with Scar soon turning around and extending the card. Just as he began to thank him again, Joel walked away, Scar spluttering as he followed clumsily, careful to not hit others or the machinery. Joel stopped at a water-shooting game, pointing at it as he looked at him with an expressionless face. 

“I want to play this one.”

Scar blinked seven times, opening and closing his mouth as he looked between him and the machine, timidly getting closer to tap the card on the reader. “Uh, there…”

“I wanted this one.” Joel stood on the other water-gun, and Scar reached over to tap the card. “Well, don’t waste the credit.”

“Right…” Scar placed the card on the little table, got his chair as close as he could to the seats and lifted himself on it. His hands trembled on the handles of the water-guns, staring intently at the flashing buttons in front of him before a hand reached over from his peripheral, pressing the start button. 

Joel selected the level and they began, shooting zombies in waves. It was tense, Scar constantly glancing over at Joel, who eventually caught on and stared right back, almost daring him to try again. Scar didn’t, focusing on the zombies and trying to not make a bigger fool of himself. They raked up points together, until Scar died leaving him to watch Joel’s precision aim and almost calculated movements, the quick decisions and quick thinking before dying too, which Scar noticed as Joel throwing. 

“Well… Uh, that was fun! Thank y–”

Joel got up and looked around the arcade, finding empty machines and pointing at one. “I want to play that one now.”

Joel didn’t walk away this time, and Scar wanted to give him the card, but he lifted himself back to his chair and followed over. Joel didn’t stray far. Never close enough for Scar to slip the card into the pocket of his hoodie, but still close enough that people moved out of the way. Scar felt sick, but he didn’t know if it was from the shame of Joel’s pity or… or maybe sick from happiness? If that was an option. Regardless, they arrived at another game, an aim game with clowns as their targets. 

“You… um, do you want to play together?” Scar asked, looking up at Joel who looked away from the clowns and shrugged. His heart picked up as he tapped the card on one reader, putting it down, and only exhaling when Joel stood by his side instead of going to the other machine. 

Joel showed him up at every game. And the eventual teasing began, smirks and innocent eyes. Scar found it hard to be hurt or mad or sad, found it harder and harder game after game, always aware that they spent more than the five dollars he put in. In another situation, he would’ve watched others play with a quiet jealousy, but today, he didn’t mind watching Joel killing it in games he couldn’t take part in. 

“You look good,” he blurted out randomly, mind away from how late it probably was. It was hard to tell how long they’ve spent in the arcade, much longer to tell when Joel refused to stop pointing at games and now pouting to go. 

Joel looked back over his shoulder, giving him a smirk that was more than that teasing one, not like the ones he gave him when he missed a clear shot or when he ended hundreds of points ahead, but it was a different kind of teasing. 

“On a bike, I mean. Suits you, Bad Boy and all that,” he said quickly, waving his hand about as Joel continued to drive without looking at the screen for long. It was unfair how easy Joel made all the games look, and it was even more unfair how good Joel looked while crushing said games. “You should get one.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Scar tried not to. He tried to focus on his own steering wheel with Joel beside him, he tried to not think about it on the roller coaster simulator while their shoulders pressed against each other, and he tried to not think about it as they reached the price counter. He finally stopped thinking about it when his phone rang, and he picked to hear his mom ask where he’d been without answering her for hours now. He told the truth, promised he’d be on their pick-up spot right away. 

The day was ending already? 

He didn’t want it to. 

“You want something?” Joel asked nonchalantly, prompting Scar to look up at him, staring at his profile for a moment. The lights just on the edge of his face, the rest in shadows before he turned to him, now half-half of lights and shadows. He looked at the prices, so far away and the corridor too narrow to enter. He shook his head, and Joel looked back. 

“We didn’t get enough tickets for it, anyways,” he said a chuckle, and Joel looked at him again. “And! And even if we did, five dollars don’t cover even a quarter of the tickets needed!”

“What is it?”

Scar blinked. Joel was back to earlier, all that warmth and giggles replaced with… with something. Serious? Not mean, but firm. He looked away sheepishly, “There’s that… uh, Star Wars model? But! I don’t really want it. Nope. I’d rather have a plushie or—”

“I’m getting it.”

“Wai—”

Scar didn’t chase, the path was too narrow. But he could leave. He could leave while Joel flagged an employee, he could leave while Joel made the transaction, and he could absolutely leave while Joel walked over, the model in his arm. He could. 

“Here. Hold this for me. My arms are tired.” Joel held the box between them, could very easily drop it in Scar’s lap and walk away. But he didn’t, just like how Scar didn’t leave when he could. He stood, planted in place, giving Scar the chance to reject it. Scar didn’t. “So what now? Are you leaving?”

“Uh, yeah. My mom– She will pick me up soon. Do… Um, do you need a ride home?”

Joel shook his head, ran a hand through his hair as they walked out of the arcade, headed to the lift, “Getting picked up too. Just waiting for my brother to finish work.”

Scar nodded, rolling into the lift, “So…”

“Do you come often?”

“Often? No– No, no, I don—”

“I’ve seen you around often,” Joel said as he pressed the ground floor. Joel didn’t look at him, and Scar looked at the box in his lap. “You don’t usually stay that long though. What was different today? Was it them?”

“I… No… No, I just… I was on my way to the counter to get a card…”

The wait wasn’t long. The lot was bustling with people coming in and out of the mall, everyone too busy with themselves. Before the door could open, Joel dropped the card on top of the box and took a step back. 

“Well, I’ll see you at school, I guess.” Joel glanced at his phone, turning to walk back into the mall. “Oh, and I’ll see you here next Saturday too, I guess. Bye.”

The doors closed before Scar could respond. He looked forward to it though. 

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is scarjoel not their ship name why dont they have posts what is up with you tumblr 🧍‍♂️ slashjay. anyhow. i... i really thought theyd be more popular but i guess not. someone should change that (i say, looking in the mirror) also. i was thinking about it, and i should probably tag the fics by universe 🤔 like: hc, life, modern, fantasy etc etc. which i will do tomorrow when i get sad for not doing much to trick my brain into thinking i was productive 👌

[ryxiez]

Sick Day

Satan x gn!Reader

Fluff/sickness comfort

1.2k words

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Of course it had to be like this. You ended up catching a cold the day after you ventured into Devildom with Beel. The weather however, seemed to be way to cold for your human body to handle, but you went outside anyway. You did not expect any of the repercussions that would follow suit.

It started when Lucifer asked you to assist Beel with the trip to the grocery store. He had to the the shopping that wee and your job was to make sure he didn't eat anything off the shelf’s or buy unnecessary snacks. So you obligated and obeyed his orders.

However, you've been experiencing symptoms since. Having shivers, cold sweats, fevers, and headaches. It seemed to never stop. You prayed that this would all just go away and to be normal again. You swore to never take berating through your nose for granted for the rest of your life. But it didn’t seem to work.

It was so hard to even get out of bed let alone get ready for school. No matter how hard you tried to push youself, your body felt weaker by the minute. You knew your final limits and decided it would be best to stay in your comfortable bed.

You were sure the brothers were confused about your current absence at breakfast and how it wouldn't be long until Lucifer or Mammon came knocking at your door. Speaking of the devil you heard some lights knocks on your bedroom door a few seconds later.

"Ughhh…, come in..!" You managed to slightly call out from your bed as your voice was noticeably raspy and strained.

The door finally creaks open to reveal your favorite blonde demon, Satan, as concern was written all over his face.

He shuts the door behind him quickly yet silently rushes to your side, "MC, what's wrong? Why didn't you come to breakfast?!" He asked as he turned on the light next to your bed, finally allowing him to see the state you were in.

You were sweaty with a slightly red face. In your mind, you thought you could not look any worse right now. But of course Satan had to be the one to see you like this.

"Uhh, I- Im not sure, but I definitely have some kind of sickness..." You mumbled as you refused to make eye contact with him. Sinking into the sheets even deeper, you wanted to escape the uncomfortable situation.

"Ok, ok." Satan tried to reassure you as paused to think. As he held a hand out to touch your forehead, he was really panicking on the inside.

"I'll call Lucifer and let him know about this, but please stay still and get some rest, I promise I will be right back." He explained still trying to stay as calm as possible.

You nodded your head as much as you could as he hurriedly left your bedroom. However, it only took a few minutes for him to come back with stacks of books in one hand and a cup of tea/ (other drink) in the other.

A small smile made its way across your face when you saw Satan enter once again. You sat up in bed with his help, an arm supporting your back after he placed the tea on your nightstand and the books at the end of your bed.

He then started too quietly sort through the thick books to find one that would be most beneficial to him.

You drank your drink with small sips as you watched him. You couldn’t tell if your heart rate was abnormal because of him or your physical state.

"Ah, here it is." Satan said in relief as he turned around to face you one on one now as he silently read the passage to himself.

"It seems like you're just dealing with a human sickness, nothing you got from a demon. You would have been in a worser state if you contracted any of the Devildom sicknesses." He explained as caressed your cheek with the palm of his hand.

Satan continued, "However, we don't have many remedies for human sicknesses here. I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a little while before Diavolo can grant us permission. We can’t go to the human world whenever we want."

You nodded as you set down your now empty cup back on the nightstand. You were honestly disappointed, but you understood that they can't just waltz into the world you came from all willy nilly.

"Y/n.. is there anything, and I mean anything, that I can do to make you feel better? I know humans can be really uncomfortable when sick and I don't want you to go through that." He offered as he took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your palm in a soothing matter.

You blushed, but thank god you could cover it up as a fever. "Can you just.. stay with me? I don't want to be alone right now. …Maybe you could just read me something as I hopefully go back to sleep?" You offered shyly, scared that he would say no, but deep down you knew he wouldn't.

"Of course, always." He agreed as he climbed into your bed with you. He sat behind you resting his back on the bed frame so he could sit up with you in between his legs.

He pulled you closer as he guided your head to lay on his chest. Your face felt hotter than it ever has before, but in this position you could hear Satan's heartbeat. You could tell he wasn't as calm as he was letting on.

"Which book would you like?" he asked as he pointed to a self with minimal amount of books compared to his room that was located right above your bed.

"(Favorite book) please." You answered as you snuggled into him more, loving the warmth he provided to your cold yet hot body at the same time.

Satan blushed as he looked down at you and stroked your messy bed head a few times, you hummed in response to the attention. Not soon after he cleared his throat and began to read your requested book. However, after only one page was read to you, you were already asleep.

Satan let out a soft chuckle as he looked down at you yet again and set aside the book next to the cup on your nightstand. Then he moves downwards, trying to lay down next to you but his movement were slow, he didn't want to wake you.

He managed to do so and now you both were facing each other. Satan smiled as he brushed the hair out of his own face and planted a soft kiss to your hot forehead before wrapping his arms around you.

He brought you in close so his chin rested on top of your head as he let out a content sigh.

He hated seeing you in such a state and would make sure you always got better.

≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪

[walnutcookie]

Cann I asj about candlefo rt g:3

RUBS HANDS .

okay so . umm i dont rlly have a name for this i kinda jist call it candlefort . but Basivally roguefort either gets cursed by a powerful wizard they pissed off (probably from stealing from them) or timekeeper i havent decided yet but . they turn into a CANDLE !! they have a magic blue flame in their hat that is slowly eating away at them and theres no way they can stop it. they only have a limited time to live before the flame burns through their Brain and they die

they are Very distressed by this and . Something important to note is they have not experienced polt yet in this au they have Zero idea how their family died. but since they only have a limited time to live they really want to find out what happened (this may or may not be lightly inspired by ghost trick COUGHHHH)

they end up begging walnut to help them solve the mystery and it is So very surreal to her because theyre breaking character shes NEVER seen them this panicked before . they start doxxing themself like that one walter white meme /silly but Yeag sincw they know theyre gonna die anyways they tell her their real identity and a bit of their background and shes like . Holy shit? i mean Sure ill help im curious now too ... (shes 11 at this time btw)

uhm . Still developing the au so im not sure how it happens but they end up in the past (unknown to them but theyre in a different universe) and theyre in the blue cheese manor as it was still unharmed !! anf then they . Watch out of the window as a different roguefort set the whole house on fire and rogue realizes that they were the one who did it this whole time ,, they and walnut try to escape the house and walnut makes it out of the flaming mansion but roguefort gets A little stuck and then The Horrors 🎉walnut watches as their face melts and they drip down the side of the house. And thats the end of candlefort

[shaaaaaaar]

fuck, im having my first “i cant trick myself into this having always been there” testosterone change.

yesterday i was vibing on the bus, getting into a small conversation before i’d zone out to whatever is on my phone for the remaining 6 and a half hours i’d be in a car for. i forget what we were talking about but the topic of my transition comes up briefly, and the person i was talking to mentions,

“oh yeah, and you have a teeny amount of stubble (is stubble the right word?) at your top lip!”

what threw me for a loop was that i had talked myself out of that being a thing earlier. i noticed in the mirror and had an exchange with myself that boiled down to wait is that new? no it was there before because of peach fuzz, afabs have that. or something. do they? no, they definitely do and this isn’t new. beard growth is one of the things i wasn’t really excited for anyway so fine by me that i’m making shit up. and then somebody else brought it up. but beyond getting a bit flustered, i was too tired to think much about it.

A few hours after getting off the bus, while still feeling horrid from exhaustion, my mind wanders and i remember the comment as well as me noticing it earlier. it dawns on me that testosterone is doing something and i… panicked?

the two months since starting testosterone weren’t anything special. i had been me. i had work to attempt at finishing, hobbies to partake in, writing to create and struggles to survive. testosterone was a daily habit, a responsibility to fulfill, nothing more. i’d always been pessimistic about it anyway, the terrible start of fighting to even get my prescription as well as my anxiety about beginning left me feeling apathetic to everything happening. nothing to report, chief.

sure, i had noticed a few things. not much, though. if i did notice something, i doubted the change was even there until it stopped being because of testosterone. change is scary, even if its good, even if i want it. i can’t control what’s happening and i can’t visualize what’s incoming. each change is small, at least at the start. and i don’t tend to try and observe my own body anyway, i’ve always been pretty apathetic to it. i couldn’t tell you if i have more facial acne now than a few months ago - probably just stress making me break out, after all.

i couldn’t deny change anymore. because a physical difference was suddenly notable enough for someone else to bring it up. and that’s terrifying.

i shaved the baby stache (if you could even call it that) off my face, i was so freaked out and caught off guard that in the moment i couldn’t handle knowing it was there. i don’t want facial hair anyway. and i felt awful, and to an extent i still do, that my reaction to something meant to be wonderful was fear.

i panic texted a friend who’s on estrogen, nobody else whos on hrt i could reach out to i felt like talking with, just to ask if my fear was normal. it was, she said. change is scary. which was reassuring, because anxiety feels like such a contrarian response. i said i was gonna ask my dad about it, which i’ve yet to do but still intend to (though that’s because i forgot that i wanted to ask him).

writing this reminded me i’d yet to take my testosterone today. i’d usually have gotten around to it by the time i had the energy to get up. but having my testosterone application be limited to whatever moment i can find where someone isn’t in the bathroom before me, which usually meant some scattered time, got me out of habit. i realized that tomorrow is going to mark 2 months of testosterone, the start of month 3. so i decided to take my monthly progress photos.

and i noticed a change.

again, something small, a bit more stomach hair. but it’s a change and a change i can LOOK AT. and it’s still a little wild to me, but… i suppose it feels easier with the whole baby stache thing that i completely killed off the day before. i told the friend from the day before about this, and she asked me about some more stuff, and i’d look at myself and think about the past few months and give an answer. it’d usually be “…i think?” but i’d still see the change. i’d see those small changes. those changes i still try to deny. changes i don’t know how to process. but changes i think are there.

it’s still scary but i think it’s a bit easier to take in.

[eggtartz]

Rindou having a pretty girlfriend who can fight, who is appearntly the S/O ;) No one knew he had a girlfriend not even Ran but then they found out.....(I'm gonna leave the rest to you 🤭)

a/n : don't do this to me anon i would get carried away with the ending and write more than 2k words 😭 anyways thankyou for requesting and enjoy 🫶🏻

masterlist

summary : your secret relationship with rindou? more like not a secret anymore.

your relationship with rindou has been kept discreet for over 10 months now, after lots of consolation to keep the relationship a secret you finally agreed. he said because he was an executive in bonten, he doesn't want to jeopardize you so he never told you to anyone not even to ran. rindou has a apartment in the country side, far from the bonten headquarters, far from the city, far from threats. there, he resides peacefully with you, although his time is limited but you appreciated it. he tried so hard to keep your relationship spark.

one day, rindou had to go to missions out of country. he said he would come back after some weeks and he'll come back safely to your arms too. that morning you were cleaning the apartment when you heard the ring bell. you panicked and tried to hide but the lanky figure on the door already saw you.

"woah who are you? rindou doesn't have whores. who the fuck are you?" your boyfriend's brother, ran asked you. struggling to find an answer, ran took out his gun from the back of his trousers and aimed it at you. you panicked even more.

"speak up. who sent you huh? who in the hell dare to cross bonten?" still not speaking as your tongue got tangled ran turned off the safety trigger but you swiftly took a lid nearby and dodged the bullet with it.

"listen ran, im rin's girlfriend"

"bullshit, he doesn't have one"

"we kept the relationship a secret so i won't get killed. listen, ran-

"how about you shut up?" he intercepted your words, aiming at you again. you saw a broom and before he could press the trigger, you pushed the gun on the ground. you then nudged the broom on his stomach, taking him by surprise and tried talking to him again. "if you won't believe me, then call rindou! call him right now!" you said as you choked him, not too hard where he can't breath.

he grunted and tried elbowing you but the pressure on his neck knocked him out and soon he was unconscious on the floor. you stared at his limp body, panicking even more if that was possible. you didn't even thought how to deal with ran when another catastrophe came.

"oh?" mikey. you're fucked. you're dead. he looked you dead in the eyes. his eyes then darted to his number two who quickly took out his gun. "wait, i can explain! please just let me explain!" you pleaded. mikey didn't spoke but his eyes told you to go on. "im rindou haitani's girlfriend. i know he says he doesn't have a girlfriend bu-but we agreed to keep it a secret so i would be safe. please, if you don't believe me call him. just ask him" you said with one breath as the gun nuzzle came closer to your forehead. bonten's number three, kakucho fished out his phone and called rindou.

the phone rung two times then went straight to the voicemail. shit, rindou is on his mission. he always leaves his phone on missions you thought. kakucho dialled the number again, but the number went to the voicemail. mikey yawned and looked at sanzu. "wait! just one more time? please" you prayed to any God out there so rindou would pick up the phone just this once. it rung once, twice then his voice was heard.

"yeah?"

"rindou you've never mention a girl to us?"

"what? i don't have a girlfriend?"

"rindou, rindou they know! they know!" you screamed at the direction hoping he could hear you. you heard a silent fuck being muttered through the phone. "listen, i didn't wanted to keep this as a secret it's just-"

so rindou explained to his boss why he did it, how long have he been doing it and swore he won't do it again. everyone was sitting at the living room now, which was messy due to your struggle with ran before. ran was sitting in the floor while staring at you. "you're pretty" he blurted. "thankyou" you muttered.

"you took down one of bonten's executive y/n. wanna join us?" mikey said after some time. "huh?"

"adding a woman to bonten would be useful you know. they always say we're just cranky men in a group, why not join us and expand those strength of yours?" mikey offered. this felt unbelievable, the criminal king was offering you to his gang. that day too mikey invited you to the headquarters and explained your job there.

needless to say, rindou came home shocked seeing you gone and found you at the bonten headquarters.

[heeracha]

ep 34. / ep 35. — the one with jay trying to talk to y/n. / ep 36.

end of the line. — p. jongseong

synopsis: thinking it was a hotline for people who just need someone to talk to, jay calls. but why did a clueless student answer? with jay’s phone call has a time limit, you, the clueless student, insists on staying with him until the end of the line.

pairing: jay x f!reader

content/genre: college au (wow shocking), slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): friends teasing friends, yk affectionate teasing, swearing, tell me if i missed something !!

note: here's the playlist <3 its when sad hopeless romantic jay strikes ig,,, or maybe just sad lol anyway im sorry for the late update i just woke up HEHHEHEH anyway here's a short one. i have to stop double updating bcs im running out of chapters and i havent continued writing yet.

jay was still nervous, of course. even if last night was you and him catching up. he still can’t get over at the fact that it’s you. what would you even say when you find out that it’s him? would you be mad at him? inevitable. would you cut him off? possibly.

sunoo was with jungwon, looking at you as you were talking about something. when sunoo catches jay’s eyes, sunoo looks at you then back to him. jay nods and sunoo hums. “so, jungwon and i are gonna go.” sunoo says with a smile.

“what? where to?” you ask.

“yeah, where?” jungwon asked as he looked at sunoo.

“out. i kind of want to get some coffee.” sunoo says and you hum. “let’s go.”

“take care you two, okay?” you say and sunoo nods as he pulls jungwon with him. jay goes up to you, fingers fiddling as he nervously taps on your shoulder. you turn around, looking at him.

“hi.” jay mumbles.

“hi.” you say, subtly walking away. jay holds your wrist gently to stop you.

wow, you really weren’t lying when you said you were going to run.

“i just want to talk about…” jay trails off and you hum. “i’m sorry about that. i just… i panicked,” he softly chuckles.

“why would you panic?” you ask.

“it’s just…” jay tries to get words out of his mouth, but nothing even comes to mind. and you were there, patiently waiting for him. “i have liked—”

“y/n, we’re going to be late for class!” jeongin from a few steps ahead calls and you hum, holding your hand up, telling him to wait for a few seconds.

“look, thanks for apologizing. it means a lot, but i have to go now. i have a class with mr. choi. you know how he is.” you say, smiling at jay as you walk past him, going to jeongin. jay sighs, watching you walk away with jeongin.

“so close.” jay mumbles, sighing.

[1-800-c0sm1c]

꒰crossteaming !꒱

genshin characters as your streamer bf/gf !

character x gn!reader

includes albedo, childe, kaeya, xiao, and hu tao!

warnings : none.

a/n : these ended up being longer than i expected, so im splitting up the post a bit <3 hope you enjoy :D

ALBEDO - THE MINECRAFT YOUTUBER

albedo gives me wilbur soot vibes, minus the height.

if anyone in genshin were to join a minecraft smp just to reenact hamilton and be a jason dean kinnie, itd be albedo and im absolutely right about this.

teaches klee how to play too, his most popular stream was when they beat the ender dragon together :)

he also seems like the type to strictly use minecraft education edition, which is also totally valid because some of the recipes in there are literally so cool ???

pulls a dantdm and has his own minecraft lab and everything, doing all his silly little experiments!

“surcose, we need to sell drugs out of a van RIGHT NOW.”

when chat found out you and albedo were dating, there were two reactions.

one side was really happy for you both, the other was albedos parasocial fangirls who immediately put you on a hitlist.

seriously, if you had a dollar for everytime you were @ed in tweets about writing your name in a death note, youd have enough money to pay for every single persons therapy appointments.

youre always there to cheer him on when hes in mcc, his own little personal cheerleader :)

you show up at his office and just.. stand in front of the door, staring at him through the window. it sounds weird yes, but the shocked expression on his face is worth the wait for him to notice.

CHILDE - THE GRAND THEFT AUTO ONLINE ROLEPLAYER

“no chat i have not gone red. im just startled, thats all.”

childe is the type of fella to participate in the most wacky roleplays on gta online, and i am sticking by this headcannon.

hes done everything from a drug empire to owning his own country, nothing is off limits.

surprisingly hes a really good actor? when youre watching his streams you dont get the cringey second hand embarrassment, its just fun entertainment :D

it took his chat wayyy to long to realize how fine he is, although to be fair he did have mostly men watching him. (not like thats an excuse or anything.)

i feel hes definitely been nominated for a streamy before! whether or not you think he deserves to win is up to you though LMAO

“only a small percentage of my viewers are actually subscribed-”

childe leaked your relationship by accident once by having a tab open of your instagram while he was streaming.

when chat confronted him, he kind of just… ended stream. (real smooth.)

fans went to your instagram afterwards and saw pictures of you two together and started posting them to twitter, and childe ended up on trending because of it.

you felt indifferent to the whole thing, but childe was panicking. he didnt want to let his viewers into that part of his life just yet, but he was, scientifically speaking, caught lacking.

you dont appear on streams much, and childe still avoids allegations about your relationship entirely. its not that he doesnt want to show you off, he does! he just doesnt like having less differentiation between his online persona and his private life.

“whos instagram are you stalking…? thats gonna be all from me chat goodnight!”

KAEYA - THE VALORANT STREAMER

kaeya doesnt play valorant because hes good at it, but because its fun to mess with the fanbase.

you know THOSE vtubers who are.. weirdly sexual? kaeya is like that but he does it in a satirical way. 

likes messing with the homophobes too, but everyone still debates on what his sexuality is (kind of like jschlatt.)

definitely is problematic on twitter on purpose just to get people to talk about him, hes a little bit of an attention whore but we love him anyways <3

has never apologized for anything hes said or done EVER, and doesnt plan on it either.

“what do you mean i got canceled on twitter AGAIN? its only been 3 days!”

chat didnt believe him when he said he was in a relationship. so be dragged your ass into his room to show them.

it didnt work though, they thought you were a paid actor for the next 2 months LMAO

it got to a point where kaeya was doing literally anything on stream to convince chat, and finally you had enough.

you told him to take a break from streaming, he was way too obsessed with trying to prove something that doest matter to anybody but the two of you.

something finally clicked in his head, and after that you dont appear on camera as much anymore. for the most part people believe that you two are together, but hell still get donations joking around that they dont think youre a couple, simply because its funny.

“thank you for 200 bits! ….i am retracting my thank you.”

XIAO - THE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS PLAYER

i dont have any reason for this connection, other than it feels right.

if xiao werent a league player i would suggest smite, he just seems like hed be more into team games like that rather than overwatch or valorant.

just because hes my favorite doesnt mean im letting him off easily, league players get no rights <3 and xiao is no exception.

unironically listens to k/da as well, knows all the choreography but will literally never admit to it.

everyone in his chat has channel points stacked up to tell him to hydrate, he tends to forget when he gets really into the match.

“stream more by k/da for clear skin. no i will NOT be giving you a demo, i dont want a dmca.”

youre xiaos number one bully, and chat is always there to back you up.

when i played lol i was an ahri main, so stick with me here, its about to get real self indulgent.

youre a cosplayer, and one of your favorite ways to mess with your boyfriend is to dress up as his favorite characters. (peak s/o behavior right there.)

chat teased him heavily for his reaction, you could hear my chemical romance being blasted from the bedroom that night.

something about the cosplayer x gamer trope is just sooo <3

“you have no respect for league of legends players.” (duh - an ex league player)

HU TAO - THE DEAD BY DAYLIGHT PLAYER

when hu tao first heard about dbd i imagine she thought it would be an easy way to gain new clients, now she sticks around because its fun to terrorize people as killer, and be an absolute menace as survivor.

i think shed be a nurse main, but one of those that are insanely good at playing nurse. she wins the game in no time because her teleports are perfect. 

i can only imagine how many people have rage quit because of her.

along with dead by daylight, i see her just overall being a horror game player. lots of five nights at freddys, resident evil, etc.

shes never gotten scared on camera before, chat has tried but shes always one step ahead.

“i lied, i dont actually like sex. put your clothes back on i need to explain to you the entirety of the five nights at freddys timeline.”

hu taos favorite pastime is scaring you, she stays on top of the newest horror content specifically because of that. (oh, and its also kind of her brand. but she puts you first <3)

shed sacrifice herself in a heartbeat if youre playing dead by daylight together. she always says if at least you survive its good enough of a victory for her too.

she also has gone on record to say yall are playing the security breach dlc the day it drops. run while you still have the chance.

youve tried to convince her to tweet at shayne and ryan about being on an episode of ghost files but everytime she just suggests to play phasmophobia instead. like cmon girl those are two different things.

even thought shes trying to scare you on purpose, you know shes always got your back if something happens.

“ha look at your face! …okay okay im sorry! come here, youre fine, ive got you.”

[whump-a-la-mode]

Okay im not sure if you're open to requests/how they work/if theres a certain prompt list im supposed to request from so I understand if you dont reply to this but Hero and Villain and the two people one bed trope theres a storm and the both of them are forced to stay in a motel and the only room open only has one bed, they both hate it, they fall asleep on the complete opposite sides of the bed or maybe even one of them on the floor, but then in the morning Villain wakes up in Heros arms anyway

Oh I absolutely love this, I really hope you like what I did with this! I didn’t take all of your suggestions, but I got an idea in my head that I just couldn’t shake. Please enjoy my fluffy little drabble!

CW//Handcuffs, severe weather, car accidents (mentioned)

“Can this thing go any faster?”

“It can, if you want us both to hydroplane off the road.”

“It’s hardly a drizzle.”

“I can hardly see out of the windshield!”

Hero narrowed their eyes, their frustration mirrored by their knuckles, slowly turning a white hue as they gripped the steering wheel. Foot pressed barely on the accelerator, the sound of pounding rain against the windshield just barely drowned out the incessant squeaking of the wipers, working fruitlessly to clear the downpour.

They took the briefest moment to glance at the speedometer. They were barely managing fifteen miles an hour, and even then, the journey was marred by frequent stops. More or less unable to see the road ahead of them, Hero’s only guiding light were the pair of lights from the vehicle ahead of them.

What was meant to be an easy, two hour drive back to HQ was now proving to be an overnight endeavor. Of course, that alone would have been frustrating enough. Yet, Hero’s life could never be so easy.

No. They had to be stuck with a bratty villain in the back seat.

“Isn’t there some sort of Geneva Convention against keeping me in handcuffs for this long?” Villain complained, flexing against their wrist restraints for what must’ve been the thousandth time in that hour alone. “It hurts.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but I can’t do much about that right now.”

“I feel like my hands are gonna fall off!”

Hero could only bristle in the driver’s seat as they gritted their teeth.

“You’re just fine.”

“I’m hungry.”

“You’re hungry?”

“I was going to get lunch after robbing the bank!”

“Are you telling me you didn’t have money for lunch? So you decided to rob a bank?”

“My finances are none of your business.”

Hero let out a heavy sigh.

“Lucky for you, you’ll get three meals a day at HQ. Unlike your lot, we treat our prisoners like people.”

“I don’t plan on being a prisoner.”

“Oh, don’t you? Then explain why you’re handcuffed in the back of my car.”

“Maybe I just wanted shelter from the rain.” Villain scoffed, leaning uncomfortably back in their seat. “But I bet I can negotiate my release.”

“And how’s that?”

“What’s your leader going to think when they hear about this cruel and unusual punishment I’ve been forced to endure?”

“I haven’t done anything to you.”

“You’ve cuffed me in the back of your car for hours.”

If Hero grabbed the steering wheel any tighter, they were certain that they would snap it in two.

They did not consider themself an angry person. Of course they weren’t. Heroes couldn’t be angry, couldn’t have short fuses. Patience was part of the job description, from stakeouts to helping panicked civilians.

Yet, everyone had a limit. Even superheroes. And, right about then, Hero was ready to boil over. The storm, the squeaking of the wipers, the pounding of rain, the slow speed of the vehicle in front of them, it had all been enough to make them furious.

Villain had sent them over the top.

“You want out of the cuffs? Fine.”

Villain’s eyes widened, as though they hadn’t expected that. Pressing themself further back in the seat, they bit their lower lip. Were they... Scared? Did Hero truly sound that enraged?

The hero didn’t have time to consider any of that, not when they were focused on abruptly turning onto an off ramp. They couldn’t even see the road, much less any signs along the side of it. That meant, of course, they had absolutely no idea where they were. Some random, roadside town.

It didn’t matter. With their windshield wipers working overtime, it took Hero only a few moments to find what they were looking for.

Surrounded in old, dusty lights, stood a sign sporting a single word:

“Motel”

“Look, Hero, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, b- But the rain doesn’t stop just because you got off the interstate!” Villain’s formerly mocking tone abruptly turned to babbling. “We aren’t gonna be going any faster!”

“We aren’t going anywhere.”

“What?” The word came out as more of a squeak as Villain’s voice cracked.

“We’re stopping. You said it yourself.” Turning off of the road, Hero’s vehicle lumbered into the motel parking lot. “You want those cuffs off. It’s cruel and unusual, isn’t it? So, we’re stopping for the night.”

“Oh, god. You really are crazy.”

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Following close behind Hero, Villain rubbed their wrists, which had been chafed nearly raw. The few moments that they had spent outside had left them soaking wet, but that was far from the greatest of their worries.

“Do we really have to stay here?” They kept their voice down, glancing about the hallway as they walked down it. “There’s like, a million other people.”

“I know. We got the last room.” Hero grumbled as they led the way, inspecting the key in their hand and trying to match its number with the doors that they passed.

“Couldn’t we have stayed somewhere else? I- I mean, we could’ve just stayed in the car!”

“And then you’d be telling me that I was depriving you of sleep.”

“No!”

A sharp backwards glance from Hero shut their nemesis right up. After a few more moments of silent, tense marching, the hero stopped, causing Villain to nearly bump into them.

“This is it?” Villain questioned meekly.

“This is it.”

It took some effort for the key to even fit into the lock, likely on account of the rust that coated it nearly entirely.

When Hero opened the door, the first word that came to Villain’s mind was ‘musty.’

The adjective could be applied to just about everything in the room. The floor, a shag carpeting that would have perhaps looked at home three decades ago, seemed to stick up in clumps. Yellow wallpaper had begun to peel at the edges, while the white cabinets and kitchenette had begun to ever so slightly turn a beige color.

Villain couldn’t help but pinch their nose as they entered the room, with Hero locking the door behind them.

That was when they noticed the second most notable thing about this room.

Sitting up against one wall was a singular bed.

The only bed.

Villain bit their own tongue.

“This was the last room, huh?” They spoke nervously. “There’s no way we can get like, a transfer?”

“Nope. What, is it not good enough for you?”

“No, it’s- Look, I’ve slept in some shitty places before, Hero. That’s not the problem!”

“Then what is?”

“Are you so stupid that you can’t count? There’s two of us, and one bed! How in the world is that supposed to work?”

Hero seemed to make the realization at only that moment. Exhaustion hadn’t aided their mathematical skills.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Villain declared immediately.

“Neither am I.” Hero vowed.

The two turned to look at one another.

“It seems we have come to an impasse.” Villain bit their lower lip. “Look, I’m the one who had to sit in handcuffs for two hours!”

“You robbed a bank!”

“I mean, I tried to. I didn’t actually succeed.”

“Exactly! I saved a bank! I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Hero hissed, before pausing for a moment. “I mean, it’s a queen bed, isn’t it?”

“If you’re saying what I think you’re saying, I’m going to kill you.”

“I’m afraid that that’s just what you have to deal with, being a prisoner and all. Unless you’d rather sleep on the floor? That is still an option you have.”

“Absolutely not!”

“Then I think I know exactly what we’re going to do.”

Villain hadn’t expected Hero to pull the handcuffs back out. Much less did they expect their captor to click one of the cuffs around their own wrist, before approaching their captive.

“Hey, hey, hey, what in the world are you do-”

They attempted to yank their arm out of reach, but Hero was faster.

With a click, Villain’s worst nightmare came true.

They were shackled to their greatest enemy, in a shitty hotel room.

“Last chance for that floor bed.” Hero raised a brow incredulously.

“Never.” Their foe spat.

“Then let’s get comfortable. Heck, one of us might even be able to get some sleep.”

Villain did not expect that, especially not after the utter ordeal that climbing under the covers proved to be for the both of them. Their heart pounding, it was hard enough to close their eyes, much less fall asleep.

And, yet, when Villain woke up, their one wrist remained cuffed to their foe, while their other arm was wrapped around Hero’s snoring body.

[cursestothemoon]

hellooooo<3 so, ive always loved the idea of Harry having an older protective sister(he really need one😭) could u pls do a headcanon of how she protects harry and their relationship? annnnddd how she also is dating Fred?? my heart needs it, pls and thank u❤️

i LOVE THIS 

(also i switch from third person pov to second person in the middle of this so im sorry :) but its fine ) 

ok 

i know a common headcanon/ fancanon for harry’s sister is that she looks like lily 

but hear me out 

Y/n Potter who looks exactly like James 

i mean to the T

and Lily would always make little teasing comments about how both her kids look like their dad and james is just :)

anyway

just picture it 

dark brown, wavy hair that was just tussled enough at all times

blue eyes

and the round rimmed glasses that James used to wear

stOP SHE WEARS HER DADS GLASSES BECAUSE WHEN SHE WAS LITTLE SHE’D PULL THEM OFF OF HIM AND AFTER HE DID SHE KEPT THEM AND WHEN SHE MISSES HIM SHE WEARS THEM AND THEY ARE SLIGHTLY TOO BIG AND SIT CROOKED ON HER FACE 

i made myself cry

anyway

lets talk protecting harry first then we will get into dating fred 

so she’s older meaning she’d be in Hogwarts for before him

let’s say she's two years older

George and Fred’s year

and she’d hear the whispers about her 

obviously

and i think she wouldn't tell harry

she would know the story of how their parents died and who harry was to the wizarding community but in an effort to protect Harry’s innocence and childhood for just a little while longer she wouldn’t tell him

at least not until he got to school then she’d be the one to tell him everything 

she is fiercely protective of Harry 

if someone so much as looked at him funny she was chewing their head off 

Harry might’ve been like James 

but Y/n Potter is James 

down to the way her eyes would narrow at someone in class when they made a rude comment 

or she’d try to charm her way out of trouble 

or charm Harry out of trouble

oH MY GOD SHE’D BE IN MCGONAGALL’S CLASS AND ONE OF HER FRIENDS WOULD SAY SOMETHING FUNNY AND SHE’D BE TRYING SO HARD TO HOLD IN HER LAUGH AND SHE’D MAKE THE SAME FACE JAMES WOULD MAKE WHEN TRYING NOT TO LAUGH

Mcgonagall almost cried 

she needed a moment 

ok Y/n would take the first week or so just to show Harry around Hogwarts 

she did not care if she was late

Harry was going to feel comfortable 

oH SHE NEARLY BEAT OLIVER WOOD WITH A BEATER’S BAT WHEN SHE FOUND OUT HE PUT HER TEENY LITTLE BROTHER ON THE QUIDDITCH TEAM AS A SEEKER

she is also part of the team, a chaser

will get spend most of the first few games with Harry making sure he’s ok

yeah malfoy doesn’t stand a chance

never did

10/10 would use the cloak to prank him

all the time

nothing is out of limits 

especially after he’s been nasty to Harry and his friends

growing up harry gets all embarrassed when she protects him because hes 15!1!1! he can handle it 

she is kinda hurt 

very dramatic 

“mY WITTLE BROTHER DOESN’T NEED ME”

“y/n... please”

“nO ITS OK HARRY I GET IT, ILL GO”

“where are you going?”

“YOU DON’T NEED ME ANYMORE, I AM NO LONGER NEEDED HERE”

“you don't HAVE TO LEAVE, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS”

Ron was giggling on the couch in the common room he thought this whole scene was hilarious 

ron thinks she is so cool

ok i think she’d also have these little bits of lily that would shine through

unlike harry and james, who could just inhale near a book and get just above average grades

she took pride in studying and being able to sit down and absorb material 

Lily always passed with flying colors because she was a good student who wanted to prove herself 

it was the satisfaction of spending hours studying and being able to retain the information and apply it to earn an amazing grade that she loved

she passed this on to you

as well as her kindness to people who she believed deserved it

and quick wit

you two also had the same hands 

you had everything else from James but your hands looked like your mothers

down to the way your nails grew and fingers held a quill

snape hated it

because he really couldn’t hate you

he was weird around you though

hes just weird

where he'd bully and embarrass Harry 

he couldn’t do that to you because you wouldn’t give him the chance to

you knew the material

you knew the answer 

and he hated how when your hand shot up it looked just like Lily’s 

but you were making the stupid face James would when he’d concentrate 

you did not like snape

at first you were impartial 

then when you heard how rude he was to Harry...

it was also over for him

he didn’t stand a chance 

you had an affinity for pranks, fiercely protective, and you had gall 

your hand writing also looked like Lilys and snape had a rough time grading your essays

tough for him 

:)

also if any rumors went around about harry you were quick to make them actually about you

harry is the heir of slytherin?

actually no Y/n Potter is, there is no evidence but we just heard that it was her somewhere 

you didn’t care as long as no one was being rude to Harry

leTS TALK DEATHLY HALLOWS

so you don’t go with them on the hunt for Horcrux 

and you’d be going insane not knowing how they were or if they were ok

because all your life you had been able to protect to some extent 

but you were completely helpless now

you could do nothing

and then at the battle of hogwarts 

pLEASE

no one stood a chance

the feeling of seeing harry again

beaten, bruised, but still alive 

it was overwhelming

then seeing Hagrid crying in his seemingly dead body

also overwhelming

because you had failed 

you couldn't protect him 

and he heard you scream first 

it was loud and strangled and Harry felt so bad but he knew he had to do this 

I like to think Y/n Potter is the one who killed Voldemort in the end 

you cant argue with me on this sorry

ok

now

lets talk

dating freddie

so he’d probably notice you here and there starting in first year

but he was an eleven year old boy and girls were not on his radar right now

but he thought you were funny and pretty cool 

and your round glasses that were just a little too big for your adolescent face made you look cute 

then you tried out for the quidditch team with him and George 

you were amazing 

not only did you have James natural talent for the sport but that paired with Lily’s tactical thinking and quick mind

you were unstoppable 

you were brought on the team as a seeker 

and you were good at it too, but it wasn’t you’re favorite position

it entailed a lot of waiting and not really moving until you caught sight of the snitch

it was your excellent flying mixed with the fact that you literally had no sense of self preservation that made you a really good seeker

you'd just

nose dive 

if you hit the bottom you hit the bottom oh well 

but when Harry showed up you were happy to give him your position as seeker and take on the more exciting (at least to you) job of chaser

it was your quidditch playing that really got fred’s attention

because you were good 

and during team lunches or team hang outs you were always the life of the party

not because you were avidly trying to be 

but like james, people jus gravitated to your goofiness and happiness 

it was about the middle of fifth year fred realized he had a crush on you

and little man was panicked 

you had noticed fred before that

obviously 

but he was always just the funny guy on the team 

but as everyone knows the potter’s have a thing for gingers 

and it was when they came to pick you and Harry up from the Dursley's just before the quidditch world cup that you saw how attractive he really was 

please its james and lily all over again

kinda 

you become the funniest person in the room when he’s around

always smiley

lilypad?

no.

freddie bug

aH STOP PLEASE THAT’S SO CUTE

YOU’D JUST STARE AT HIM WITH A STUPID SMILE 

it would get to the point you'd be just blatantly flirting 

and fred bluSHES

BECAUSE HE ISN’T USED TO BEING THE ONE ON THE RECEIVING END OF SUCH CLEAR FLIRTING

usually he is the one to pick up girls

he has the charm

likes to make them blush

but yOU CAN JUST LOOK AT HIM WITH A STUPID SMILE AND HES BE ALL GIDDY 

he could barely get a compliment in between your flirting

“Morning Freddie bug, looking cute as always.”

George thinks it both hilarious and disgusting

ron just thinks its disgusting 

but fred is ultimately the one to make the first move to be more than just friends who flirt when the yule ball comes around

he asks you

“Potter! Potter!”

“yes?”

“You, me, Yule ball....”

and as he’s pantomiming it (ya know like in the movie) he also pantomimes a very heavy make out session then what you could assume would be kisses all over your face

it was now your turn to blush as you agreed to go with him

you guys started dating after that :)

pLEASE ONCE HARRY GOT WITH GINNY AND HE SAW A PICTURE OF YOUR PARENTS 

YOUR MOM BEING A RED HEAD AND YOU AND HARRY LOOKING JUST LIKE YOUR DAD

HE WOULD NOT STOP THE JOKES

“i see why you’re with me. it’s my hair isnt it?”

“what? no its no-”

“you probably wouldn’t even look my way if i didn’t have red hair. you potters are unbelievable.”

“you are such a dummy”

“oH AM I? BUT YOU KEEP ME AROUND BECAUSE OF THE HAIR. I SHOULD’VE KNOWN IT WASN’T MY SPARKLING PERSONALITY THAT YOU LOVE.”

taglist:

@amourtentiaa

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[readyandnot]

hbs ranking and reactions to sam w/ @morgansplace :))

MORGAN-

1. Sam

2. Lasko

3. Geordi

4. Asher

5. Milo

6. Gavin

7. Damien & Huxley

8. Vincent

9. David

ME-

sam

damien and huxley

milo

vincent

geordi

lasko

gavin

asher

david

our reactions are down here lol

r is me m is morgan

m- OMGOMGOGMGOMG

r-“hold your damn horses" SAM

YOU COWBOY

m-SAM MY LOVE I MISSED YOU

r-AHHHHHHH MY LOVEEEEE

r-“ acting like you haven't seen all of me" omg-

m- OH MY GOD

r- I WILL WHISTLE AT YOU

m- HAHAHHAHAHA YES

r- MANS IS BLUSHINGGG

YOU ARE FLUSTERED

m- YES YOU ARE LMAO

m- my god i missed him so much

r- me toooooo

r- THE FIRST DARLIN LETS GOOOOO

m- AHHHHHH

r- “now hush” make me-

m- NIGHT SWIM <33

r- “nocturnal inclinations” why he speaking like avior

m- IM IN LOVE WITH HIS VOICE

r- HIS LAUGHHHHH

m- KISSESSSS

r- kisses <33

r-“you're a hella of a sight yourself darlin" sam-

please-

marry me

m- sam, c'mon, please

*sam gets in the water*

m-OH?

r-AYO

m- I PANICKED

r- that’s not the only thing wet- i’m not sorry.

m- LMAOOO YOU SHOULDNT BE

m- SMOOTH FINISH FROM NEW SOUTHERN

FLAVOR I LOVE THAT

r-“oh yeah? good luck” FUCK OMG

m-oh 😳

r- I WILL DUNK YOU BOI

LETS GO

m- Sam 1v1 you and me

I lose, let's go

r- oh? what's the reward if we win-

r- more kissesssss:))

m- I LOVE THEM SM: (

r-his whispers fuck me

m-HAJDIAJFUADJ LMAO

r-true Imao

m-you forgot the,

I'm a comedian

r-BAHHAHAHAHHA

m-I AM NOT SORRY

m- Sam was a poet in another life

r-they are soulmates i'm crying

they're so cute

m-I'M SO SOFT

as always

How did this ended

Being

Nsfw

*sam mentions riding solo*

r- i love riding you-

IM NOT WRONG

m- NO YOU ARE NOT.

m-HIS LAUGH <3333

r- AHHHHH<33 I LOVE HIS LAUGH

r- awwww vincent :))

YAYYYYY LOVELY MENTION

m- I LOVE WHEN THEY MENTION OTHER CHARACTERS

LETS GOOOOOOOO

*sam talking about vampire life*

r- why does this feel like foreshadowing

r- VIN AND SAMMMMM THEYRE BROTHERS YOUR HONOR

m- :(((( THEYRE FAMILY

r-"family takes care of each other" i'm soft

m-FOUND FAMILY IS THE BEST

m-:(@($(@*$£!*$ SOFT MOMENT ALLERT

ALERT

r-you don't need to thank me :((

"too bad darlin" fuck i can't resist that

m-you can step on me and I'll say sorry

r-YOURE NOT LIMITING ME MY SLEEP

SCHEDULES FUCKED ANYWAY

r-cut him off with kiss!!!!

m-KISSESSS LET'S GO

m-:( GOD HE'S SO SWEET

r-SAM YOU SENTIMENTAL SWEETIE

MORE KISSES WE ARE SPOILED

m-I'm already nervous and they're just talking

m-Please help

r-THERE IT IS

m-OH??AYO???

r-busy in what way-

m-all of them

m-“nothing just”

FUCK ME GOD

m-AAAAA IM SO SOFT

r-“having you in my arms after dancing around each

other this long" SAMMMM

r-“the lingering touches and knowing glances" omg

m-I'm soft.

and I'm-

Stop.

r-“the trust" umm i'm dead

m-MY GOD

r- “steady" SAAAAAM

m-THAT'S SO SWEET

r-“presenting more than feeling, with you it's real"

AWWWWW

THATS SO RELATABLE

SAAAAAAAM

m-THWWHISPERRS

r-omg the parallels with him and vincent saying "it's a

gift

m-Imnotg-

m-IAMFIAMFOAKFLAFKKSFJJAD><

r-ily so much OMG

m-PLEASE HELTP

r-YES I AM GETTING HANDSY

r-HOW COULD I NOT

m-OH MY GOD

r-yeah yeah shut up and kiss

DEFINITELY ROAMING

m-Yeah less talking more kissing

r-omg he's starting to moan

m-AND I'M STARTING TO COLLAPSE

r-“don't get mad get even" YESSSSS

m-That's the official phrase of the channel

r-HARD TO RESIST FUCK

m-I'm asthmatic it's not fun if I say I CAN'T BREATHE

LAMDOAMFOKAFKANF

r- BODY PRAISE

m- AY DIOS MIO

kink kink moment

r-“oh lord" THERE IT ISSS

m-Where's my oh my god darlin, mhmm????

r-"every curve and line pressing back into my touch"

fuck

r”Whiskey heat" AYOOOO

m-SIX MINUTES STILL??? OH MY GOD

r-WHAT

I CALLED IT

WHAT FID I FUCKING TELL YOU

"fuck darlin" I TOLD YOU

m-GOD

SEER

m-YOU'RE A FUCKING SEER

Oh my god

r-“just like that" FUCK

I CALLED THAT TOO OMFG

m-sam fuck me please

r-"i wanna kiss and touch and taste every inch of this

god damn body of yours" PLEASEEEE

m- You can, by the way

no feeding? :( IPREFER THE FEEDI-

r-“you set my senses on fire" well i sure hope so

r-“you make me ache" PARALLELS WITH VINCENT

m-AYOOO SAMM

r-HOLY FUCK

m- 😳💗👁™️🎤😰👐🏻📸🦴😯™️👁‼️™️🙇‍♂️👑🦴🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻👐🏻👐🏻👐🏻👐🏻👐🏻

that’s a cry for help

morse code

r-GET THE DAMN TRUNKS OFF

omg his moans-

“you keep bucking like that, and i might just have to

take you up on the offer" yes.

r-“yeah i didn't think so"

OMG

MORGAN

m-AJImf aadj

WHAFO

r-"Oh god almighty" HOLY SHIT

m- AYUDA ME MATO

r-HIS FUCKING MOANA

m- M ACABO DE MORIR

r-“ i stay hooked on you" fuck me

"oh yeah" SAM

m-YES

SAMUEL COLLINS PLEASE FUCK ME

r-SLIDE IT OFF

m-If you don't do it I will

r-“ i wanna feel all of you against me" fucking hell

r-TAKE IT OFF

GETTING EVEN GETTING FUCKED MORE LIKE

m-I SWEAR TO GOD THIS MAN IS KILLING ME

UAJDJAJDJADJAJDJAJS

r-“sweet jesus darlin"

m-SWEET JESUS

LMAO

OH MY GOD

r-samuel collins- fuck me at this address at this time,

don't be late sincerely, everyone

[shotosprincess]

BAKUGO SCREAMING AND IZUKU

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ AAAA HIII TYSM FOR REPLYING TO THE BNHA PLAYLIST THINGY FOR FICS I LOVE YOU MWAHMWAH

anyways aaa bet !! ill do midoriya first if you don’t mind bc im currently in such a soft mood and hajdjj i just love him sm :((

— 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙮𝙖’𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨

inspired by this playlist by nimbus on yt !! pls check them out ansjdjf their playlists r heaven ^^

❝ you never truly understood that about him, the way he continued to put himself through the pain, to push himself, even, past his limits and then some—

plus ultra. and now his arms were all but littered with rough scars of diluted white and blunt tan. ❞

notes ! gender neutral! reader,, best friends to lovers au ,, 2nd person pov

summary: in which your best friend deku shows up at your dorm late at night due to kacchan locking him out. he asks for bandages to stabilize his newly-healed scars, and you ask to kiss them.

genre: fluff !! <33

it went without a doubt that deku had been to recovery girls’ office more times than anyone else at the academy. it hurt, honestly; each time you saw his still-healing figure emerge from the little swing of her door, a sharp pang reverberated starkly through your chest, for though the freshly-scarred over wounds didn’t diminish his beauty in the slightest, you simply couldn’t deny that an empty eddy of sadness settled in you whenever he was in such a state.

and unfortunately for you, he was constantly in it.

his body could only take so much. and he was still so young too—the very same held true for your heart.

it’s been that way ever since the two of you had first entered ua as shining, eager students. though in all fairness you had to admit, he was...different from the very beginning. even as the prelude to his eventual rising and growth in his quirk, he had shone with a certain unmatched brilliance ever since the entrance exams. and over the years you spent together, you had watched him persevere so passionately towards the glow of his ultimate goal; to be a hero who can help others. little did he know just how much he already had. he had always been so excruciatingly oblivious and aloof to even the evidence and affects of his own kindness, and you hated the fact that so many tended to take advantage of it. of him.

though, of course, this did not mean that he was weak in any form. no, if anything he was quite the polar opposite—he had proved it time and time again, and yet it didn’t mean that he couldn’t get hurt too. the dull aching of tiredness ringing in his eyes, the one he tries to desperately to mask, the ragged marks scattered across the pale valleys of his once-scar-barren skin; he wasn’t immune to pain, to injury. and yet, he fought. you never truly understood that about him, the way he continued to put himself through the pain, to push himself, even, past his limits and then some—

plus ultra. and now his arms were all but littered with rough scars of diluted white and blunt tan.

nevertheless, truth be told, you actually admired it a great deal. his sheer determination, the purity of his motives, it was more than laudable. despite all of it, you truly couldn’t help but feel this...magnetic urge to help him. protect him. if you could soothe the pain in any way, even if it would be but a temporary relief—

three knocks clack on the door.

you and izuku’s secret door code—just a silly little something the two of you made up a few months after the dorm system had been put into motion, and all so you could sneak out to the grass-flooded yards of the building and train together.

naturally, you open the door.

“ heyyy there you are! “

your head perks up at the cheery jingling of his voice, all drafts of exhaustion and sleep deprivation washing away almost instantaneously. he might as well be the very personification of caffeine at that point, despite how direly he needed it himself.

the starry shine of his eyes meets with yours as a diluted sanguine seeped colour into his face. he turns his head away awkwardly.

you lean against the doorframe, smiling at him. “ deku...you didn’t tell me we’d be training today. plus it’s a little late right now, don’t you think? i’m already in my pajamas. “

“ yeah, um, sorry about that. kacchan...kinda locked me out. “

“ he what? “

“ he locked me out. “

“ how does that even—don’t you have separate rooms? “

“ well, yeah, but we were racing down the halls after glass today and he...got to my room before i could. well, honestly i have no clue what he’s doing over there. “ he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“ oookay then. little concerning, i won’t lie. “ your shoulders lift in a shrug, arms crossing in front of your chest as your shy laugh matches his.

“ so i was wondering if...you know...i could maybe stay here for a bit? “ his voice wavers subtly, though you’re quick to catch it. the tips of his ears flush with a deepened pink.

you can’t help but silently gush about how cute he looked.

you’re quick to snap out of that too. eyes bursting open with a brilliant shock, you notice he’s fiddling nervously with his fingers as you remain absolutely, positively frozen in place.

“ i’m—what? “

his countenance immediately shifts to one of sheer embarrassment. flustered, he begins to frantically wave his hands in front of him, as if to put some sort of considerable distance between his panicking self and your seemingly-composed demeanour. and as if that would do anything to deescalate the tension which was only progressively building between your equally-timid selves at this moment.

“ ohmygod i didn’t mean it in a weird way or anything! i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’ll just—i’ll just go— “

you slide against the wood a little bit, pushing your weight against the slightly-agape door, so it swung open even further to reveal the, admittedly, fairly-messy state of your room. draped carelessly on the side of your bed, a sweater you had taken off earlier because the temperature of your room had suddenly decided to heat up an unreasonable amount. countable cups holding shallow pools of hour-old drinks scattered throughout nearly every shelf. a creased textbook splayed out, cover up on your desk.

yep. definitely looked like someone’s lived here.

“ i mean...you could come in if you want. no one’s stopping you. it’s a little messy though, i haven’t found much time to properly clean it yet, with exams coming soon and stuff. “ a small smile accompanies your growing blush, despite how much you were trying to play it off as nonchalantly as possible.

psh, right. as if letting him in your room—something you had never done prior in the history of your friendship—wasn’t a big deal in the slightest.

his eyes shoot wide as his arms flail about. you have to keep yourself from laughing at his silliness.

“ uhm, i mean...only if that’s okay with you! “

“ yeah, yeah, of course! you need a place to stay for now, after all. who knows when bakugou’s gonna let you back in? “

“ yeah, i guess you’re right. well, i mean, if you really don’t mind— “

you playfully roll your eyes, giggling as you shove him into your room.

“ oh, quit it with the politeness. you’re too nice, you know that? “

“ too...nice? “

“ too nice. “ you reiterate, giving his shoulders a little squeeze.

his head lolls to the side as he carefully lowers himself onto your bed, his sweater shifting with the subtle movement.

for a few moments, the space between you is occupied with a simple, comfortable silence. it’s refreshing, really. a welcome difference from all the boisterousness of the academy. you loved the action and everyone’s energy, of course, but sometimes what you really needed was really just a simple break from everything. to do nothing but exist for a little while, to simply be without the constant pressure of having to get up and jump into action all the time. just for a few moments. and so you relished in these said moments spent with him, for who knows when the next time you could ever be with him like this again would be?

and then his voice fills that void of silence, but you’re not disappointed in the slightest.

“ hey. “

“ yeah? “

“ you don’t happen to have any extra bandages, do you? “

“ bandages? for what? “

he clenches his fist, flexing the muscles in his arm. “ for...stability. just in case. i can’t afford for my arms to get hurt more. “

“ oh. well, uhm...i think i have a few spares in my drawer! “ you push yourself off the bed, leaving the comfort the soft sheets brought about, pulling open a tiny drawer. taking out a transparent box of bandages, you jump back onto the plushness, sitting cross-legged directly across from midoriya, who’s already presenting his arm.

your lips silently part as your fingers wrap themselves around the thick ivory fabrics of bandage, rolling them around so you could wrap them around him.

another pause of wordless silence falls.

“ hey deku? “

“ yeah? “

“ could i...could i kiss your scars? “ you whisper, afraid that he’d get mad, though you knew he was anything but the type to do such a thing.

the meadow depths of his eyes kindle a cozy hearth within you as his initial surprise quickly softens, melting away into what could only be described as the most endearing smile to exist.

“ sure. “

jagged patches and uneven streaks of faded cloud white and prominent earthy tans decorate his arms, and you can’t help but bring the rosiness of your lips to meet them. you decide begin with the ones littered along his fingers.

one kiss for the scar resting within the curved dip between his thumb and index.

“ for every time you used just a flick of your fingers to defend everyone back then, when you didn’t even have full control over your quirk. “

a longing sigh leaves him as he reminisces briefly on the memory. you place a soft kiss upon the scar resting at the side of his pinky.

“ for every fist you made with this hand, for every punch you’ve delivered in the name of other’s safety. “

a drop splashed onto his arm, trickling down and tainting the scars etched into his forearm with a subtle, diaphanous sheen. you look up through your lashes, and a prominent gloss coats the kindness of his dark emeralds. your hand comes up to carefully caress his cheek, cupping it gently as the pad of your thumb swipes beneath his eye, wiping away the upcoming tear. your features are knitted together in concern.

“ are you okay? i can stop if you want me to— “

he takes your hand in both of his, squeezing as if to keep you there forever. “ no, don’t. please.“

it’s a tiny whisper, a softened plea into the dark quiet of the night, as if he were ashamed for wanting to be taken care of. your brows curve downward as you pull your twined hands to your lips, tenderly planting your lips where your skin kissed his.

“ hey, hey. it’s okay. it’s okay. “ you hush him, running your free hand through his thick tendrils of vivid, verdant green.

he leans into your touch, nodding at you as if to urge you to continue, which you gladly accept.

you shift a little closer to him, kissing the thick mark of serration painted into the skin of his wrist.

“ for every countless moment you’ve sacrificed for your dream. “

another kiss to the one just above it.

“ for every hour bled into the night that you spent helping me train. “

your fingers dance along his arm, finally stopping at the scar stretching from his elbow and dragging upwards. as per routine, your lips come down to delicately kiss it.

“ for every ‘ plus ultra! ‘ you’ve ever passionately shouted. “

little giggles left the both of you at that.

your touch trails to the scar just beside it, kissing it as well.

“ for every life you’ve ever saved. “

you look him in the eye. holding his arm like this, you were so close to him. and yet, you didn’t want to pull away. if anything, it was the very last thing you would ever want to do. he matched your stare, a certain sense of longing displaying in your gaze as it reflects off of his. the prolonged stare lasts longer than it probably should, longer than what best friends should probably look at each other this closely, this intimately for. the moonlight dimly shines through your window.

and then it happens.

his lips collide with yours in a captivating symphony, hands going straight to twirl through the locks of your hair as you wrap yours in a loose loop around his neck. everything feels as though it had all snapped into place, and the tension you had felt before was all completely dissipated now, displaced into the passion in which this kiss exuded. it was earth-shattering, galaxy-shredding. it felt as if even pain itself could never reach either of you, not in this moment.

this moment was for the both of you, and no one else. in this moment, in his arms, nothing and no one could hurt you.

he pulls away, stunned, lips parted with a saturated red. you stare at him with just about the same level of blankness, of utter shock at what you two had just done.

but then the realization catches up with him, and he is pulled out of the daze. much to your surprise, he doesn’t move away. if anything, he pulls you closer, enveloping both your hands within his just as he did before.

and just as you had done earlier, he brings them to his lips.

“ and that’s for every ‘ i love you ‘ i’ve ever wanted to say to you but never had the guts to. “

[cdroloisms]

gonna be honest you are literally the only reason i like ever look at twitter other than to look at cc's tweets, so it's really cool to see you here!!! i hope you enjoy your stay lmao- if you don't mind me asking, do you have an opinion on the dream and foolish brother dynamic? i think it's really fun, especially because those two probably have the least/some of the least tainted dynamics out of everyone on the smp :DDD

aww, thank you anon!! i think i’ll be staying for a bit, at least - tumblr has been lots of fun so far (tho im still working out a writing schedule, haha). foolish and dream brothers my beloved ,, the canonicity at this point is debatable but i love the concept both in canon and aus. (pls just give dream a support system ,, pls) 

anyway, take this quick foolish + dream oneshot :D !! 

tw: panic attacks, trauma, emotional distress 

“You- uh, want some help?”

If it were any other time, it would probably be a little comical; all 23 feet of the totem god hunched in a ball as he awkwardly squats in front of the wooden skeleton of his (adopted) little brother’s beginning of a house, trying to squeeze himself down so he can look inside the half-finished door frame. Inside, Dream freezes, shakes, curls into himself more from where he’s pressed himself into the corner, and Foolish’s heart clenches; unfortunately, he’s caught him in the middle of a panic attack, so he doubts that Dream is really up to laughing right now.

He lowers himself down further, kicking his feet back as best as he can to end up on his stomach. He doesn’t exactly know what set off Dream - it could be anything, honestly; Foolish has seen a lot in his millenia of existence, but the horrors of the prison and the scars it left on Dream feel like foreign territory, even to him. Even so, panic attacks are still panic attacks, so he hums low and quiet as he waits for the fear to abate.

“I was thinking about a new project, honestly,” Foolish smiles, keeps his voice soft, normal. “Maybe something jungle themed, this time? I could do something cool with vines, add some of those birds that you like so much. Papa Puffy would like them too, I think; it’d fit in with her whole pirate thing at any rate.” Dream’s shoulders shudder as he breathes in, out, face lifting from where it was pressed into the inside of his arms. “I don’t know what would pair well with the wood, though; maybe I’ll just be lazy and use oak. Bamboo would be nice too - what do you think about a bamboo garden? With waterfalls, maybe, and flowers? We could maybe catch a panda or two too; that could be nice.”

“Sap likes pandas,” Dream looks up, face red and splotchy, but seemingly no longer struggling to breathe. His voice is hoarse, and Foolish digs into his inventory for a bottle of water to hand over.

“Yeah - I think that could be fun. We could invite him over, when you’re ready.” Dream looks away, eyes going distant again, and Foolish stifles the urge to sigh as he shuffles himself forward, water in hand - well, held as carefully as he can between finger and thumb. “I’m thinking we could keep the ceiling open - or maybe throw in a leaf one? That or glass to let the sun in, maybe.”

“Sounds n’ce,” Dream mumbles, and Foolish blinks at him once, twice. Dream huffs, slightly, but a small smile appears on his face. “Your idea, I mean.” His voice grows louder, more confident with every word - still hoarse, but less out-of-it, and Foolish grins brightly.

“Yeah. It does, doesn’t it?”

They fall into silence, relaxed, comfortable. With every minute, Dream uncurls more, muscles untensing, until it almost looks like nothing’s happened at all, like Dream’s a gangly-limbed teenager again and they’re just sitting down for a chat. It’s not a perfect replica - Dream’s eyes are still duller than they had been, skin paler, a new collection of scars peeking out from his clothing - but it’s close. It’s enough.

“I- um,” Dream hesitates, looks up like he’s asking permission to speak, and Foolish waits; Dream clenches and unclenches his hands, steels himself, shoulders lowering in determination and a well of pride grows in Foolish’s chest. “I was- making a house; it’s uh, small, sorry. Big is still- too much, right now. But a creeper snuck up- and. Um. I guess I panicked.”

Now that Foolish looks, there does seem to be a small crater near the back side of the spruce frame, and he hums in understanding.

“Don’t worry about it. You feeling better now?”

Dream’s eyes widen in shock. A moment passes, then another, as Dream looks up at Foolish and then down at his own hands and then up again.

“Yeah,” he says, quiet, breathless, almost to himself, before looking up, something hopeful and brilliant shining in his eyes, so familiar that it physically hurts, even as Foolish’s smile grows wider. For a second, it’s Dream, seventeen, lip stuck out stubbornly as he taunts the universe for daring to limit him with something as simple as impossibility - Foolish watching, proud, then. Watching, proud, now. “Yeah, I am.”

[interstellar-changkyun]

SMUT: I.M | im changkyun

no truly this will be pure filth and i blame love killa changkyun entirely

(lowercase and very minimal punctuation basically wrote this like i would write a note in my notes app)

you had been whining and gasping, not trying to be quiet as you grabbed the sheets with one hand with the other inside of you.

changkyun was out late working, your shared apartment was left all to you, and his recent promotion pictures and photoshoots were the most of him you were seeing these days. you let your mind drift off to his oiled up chest and you whined his name as you felt yourself close to your limit.

you and changkyun had been taking it slow, you were a virgin after all but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel horny and well him and his lyrics about being equally frustrated didn’t help. you wanted nothing more than to take him every second he spent him at home but he was always tired and you would rather him rest than tend to your neediness.

you finished and then opted for changing your underwear, knowing he would be home soon. you were only wearing one of his shirts and panties anyways. you had misjudged exactly how soon he would be home because before you had the chance to change the front door was opening and oh god would he be able to tell what you had just been doing?

you hadn’t even had a chance to wash your hand, although you had licked it clean. you were panicking and you just put it behind your back as you went to greet him. fuck he looked like sex, shirt buttons undone, hair gelled back with a couple loose strands falling forward, and chains around his neck and rings on his fingers. you felt yourself blushing as his face lit up at the sight of you, “hey baby i missed you.” his voice sent a shiver down your spine as it was even deeper than usual from tiredness. he was saying that more often than not these days but you missed him just as much.

“i missed you too,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead as he pulled you in for a hug and you had to embrace him back to you let your offensive hand ghost his waist instead of touching it, he didn’t notice. “hmm you smell good,” he was nuzzling himself in the crook of your neck and your body was on fire and you couldn’t help but think maybe he was smelling your arousal.

“let’s get you changed and then i’ll make you something to eat,” he just nodded into your neck and you took his hand and led him to the bedroom. he sat on the bed, not making any motion to change himself and you just raised your eyebrow and he smirked. “help me?” you scoffed and stepped forward between his legs and started to take off his chains, he inhaled sharply at your cold hands touching his skin and you mumbled an apology. he shook his head and took both of your hands in his and rubbed them, even blowing warm air on them. you very suddenly remembered where one of your hands had been minutes prior and felt mortified, he didn’t notice again. when he was satisfied with warming your hands he let them go and you took off his chains and then you had to unbutton his shirt, oh god how would you survive this. of course you had seen changkyun shirtless before, he slept in his boxers after all but it was infinitely more intimate undressing him. he looked up at you, studying your expression and you were surely blushing as you unbuttoned him. he looked back, the cocky little shit, and when you were done and his abs were on display you forgot how to breathe. “my eyes are up here,” you just cleared your throat and went back to helping him out of his shirt. you were leaning into him, pulling his shirt off his shoulders and his head was turned towards you, if you turned yours you would be kissing him but you couldn’t handle that. if you started to kiss changkyun you wouldn’t stop, you’d lose the minutia of control you had over your body. this he noticed.

when his shirt was finally off you knew there was only his pants next so you stepped back and raised an eyebrow, surely he could take his own pants off. but changkyun was feeling especially tortuous today, and instead leaned back to let you pull the pants off of him. he was making you feverish. you felt like your cheeks could cook an egg. but he knew you wouldn’t back down from a challenge so you leaned over his reclined body and unbuckled his belt slowly letting him watch you as you tried to look as innocent and naive as possible, biting your lip in concentration. there wasn’t any speaking, if either of you spoke it wouldn’t alleviate any of the tension in the room anyways. after you had unbuckled it fully you unbuttoned his pants and tugged down gently, he wriggled a bit and you followed his pants as you pulled them down, kneeling between his legs as you pulled them off his ankles as he sat up now in his boxers. he was staring at you with a expression you couldn’t quite understand. it was dangerous, stupid even as you leaned forward between his legs. then he was stretching out a hand and his thumb was pulling your chewed up bottom lip from your teeth, and you couldn’t help the whine come from your throat, you were so desperate for his touch. as if that was all he needed to hear, his thumb pushed against your lips and you took it in, sucking on it, your hands resting on his strong thighs as an anchor. you felt like crying because this touch was the most intimate you had been with him in weeks and it was so much but not nearly enough. he noticed the tears forming and used his other hand to pull you up onto his lap. you were straddling him now, making sure your core was not on top of his member.

you took his hand in both of your hands and pulled it from your lips, with a lewd popping sound. “what’s wrong baby?” his voice was rough, it sent a shiver through you but you found words after a couple of seconds, “nuthin i just miss you so much.” he kissed your eyes slowly as his free hand found it’s way to your waist pulling you a little closer, you were dangerously close to his member and you prayed he couldn’t feel how wet your panties were from before.

“can i make it up to you?” he was kissing your lips now, and then moving to your neck. and you just hummed a little yes and then he bit down, you loved it when he bit you and marked you. you whined a little and subconsciously moved closer to him, unaware of your proximity to his member. and when you did he growled as he bit you again this time closer to your collarbone. “baby you’re too close,” and then you realized what he meant and thought about it a little and decided you didn’t really care. you loved changkyun and he loved you and you trusted him with your life and you weren’t scared to be with him. he was kissing your bite marks and nipping at your neck as you shifted closer, onto his hard member now. his head snapped up looking at you, “you’re sure?” and you knew he would want to hear the words, needed your consent and you said, “yes i love you.” he just smiled and kissed your lips, “i love you too, we can stop any time you want okay?” you nodded and kissed him again. you dropped his hand and it found your waist. he kissed you again urgently, you put your hands on his shoulders, needing something to ground you as he kissed the air out of your lungs.

then he was laying you down on the bed and you scooted up so you could lean against the headboard. he was hovering over you, kissing you, and his hands roamed up your leg past your panties and tugged your shirt upward. you forgot you had been wearing lingerie when you were masturbating earlier but the look on changkyun’s face meant it was a pleasant surprise. “holy fuck,” he gasped before kissing down your neck and chest and you gasped as he pulled down your bra and licked at your nipples, you could have cried from the stimulation. but you needed him elsewhere and groaned and pushed his head down, he chuckled. “someone’s bratty,” his tone indicated that would be revisited and you couldn’t wait. and then he was kissing your inner thighs and you were sure he could smell your arousal (from now or from prior) but it didn’t matter because he was pulling your panties down and revealing how wet you were. in an instance he was licking you up, making your back arch and moaning his name, “changkyun please fuck me please.”

“you have such a dirty mouth y/n i never knew,” he leaned back then and didn’t argue with you as he placed his fingers at your entrance.

“no no i’m prepped please i want to feel you,” you blurted out in admission and he smirked, he was about to finger you and he was smirking over your core. fucker.

“prepped?” you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

“uhm yeah i was...right before you came,” you covered your face with your clean hand and changkyun must have noticed because he took the other hand in his own

“so that’s why you smelled like sex,” so he had known he was just waiting for your explanation. the fucking tease. and then he was licking your hand clean, he was a demon. “taste so good, i can’t get enough,” you were wet again. he took one last taste making you scream his name as he pulled his boxers down and showed just how hard he was. you wanted to faint because yeah you knew your boyfriend was packing but not to this scale. you felt like you were salivating and it didn’t matter because he was all yours and you wanted to taste him. you sat up and changkyun gave you a pointed look that made you lean back down, he pulled a condom from the bedside table and covered his member and you never took your eyes off of him, you must have been quite the sight, drooling and teary eyed.

all yours, that’s all you could think as he lined himself up with your entrance, he looked up once more and you nodded and then slowly he pressed into you. the stretch was more than your small fingers could have accounted for and you were saying every swear you knew and once the initial soreness had subdued a little you nodded again and changkyun began to thrust into you slowly, the headboard started to hurt your head with the movement so you moved down, directly under him now and he was singing praises for you, “feel so good baby fucking hell i’m gonna be addicted to this fuck.” his voice was so insanely deep and rough and it made you whine even more, “please changkyun harder.” and so he did go harder, pulling fully out before thrusting deep into you and you were screaming his name louder than you had ever screamed and he was drinking it up and then he was kneeling one hand under your thigh and the other found it’s way to your face and this time it wasn’t just his thumb but his ring and middle finger pressing down your throat making you gag a bit and you loved how his cold rings felt against your tongue and the way your eyes were tearing up. you agreed with him, you would get addicted to this too.

you came before he did as he thrusted deeply and hit you in a spot you could never reach with your small hands and then he was coming shortly after. he threw the condom away and changed his boxers before grabbing a towel and a new shirt, one of his for you. changkyun pulled you close to him after cleaning you up, your back against his chest.

“next time you’re ‘prepping,’ send me a vid,” he was not gonna let that go and you felt yourself blushing. but he wasn’t gonna embarrass you much further.

“i prefer your hands,” you turned towards him in his arms and caught his shocked expression. he just smiled and kissed you softly despite the content of your conversation and you fell asleep in his arms.

[studioxlii]

18 and Junhee pls!! Xx

"to be fully seen by somebody, then, be loved anyhow is a human offering that can border on miraculous."

proof read: kinda

warnings: none

note(s): the format might be garbage, im mobile.

Love is a weird thing but so are the conditions that come with it; the limits that people decide need to be in place. You understood boundaries or not wanting to take too many steps before you knew the relationship would hold but some things never sat right with you. It took a few years but it wasn't until you overheard some of your project group talking that it finally hit you; most people you knew didn't want to date their best friends for two reasons.

1. It could ruin their friendship. This reason was obvious and of course you understood.

2. They'd seen way too much.

You remember hearing those words and your head lifting, confused and wondering what that could even mean. When you were in a relationship that would eventually progress, weren't they just going to see those things anyway? You never could let that thought go, not once you decided that would only make it better; it would make a relationship stronger. Well, in your eyes.

Dating was something that seemed to come easier to you before those thoughts started polluting your mind; no one seemed to understand or see you in a way you really wanted. The ideal person for you was someone who saw everything; the bad days, the good days and the maybe okay but not so great days. It was really starting to mess with you. By not wanting to date certain friends, were you restricting yourself from the relationship you really wanted?

Only one person, one friend, knew you better than you knew yourself, you were positive of that. Your best friend of nine years, Junhee, had probably been through almost every bad thing possible in life with you. You began recalling all the situations you'd been in with each other that were memorable; the things you wouldn't have faced with anyone else because you didn't want anyone else to see.

'Do you remember when you got your belly button pierced?'

And that's when it began.

The question came out of nowhere, breaking the silence of your apartment and leaving Junhee to look up from his book confused and blinking. 'Uh.. yes?' His response came out slow, hesitant like he was missing some weird in-between the lines meaning of the question.

Your head tilted, finally looking over at him. 'Do you remember the way you squeezed my hand to the point it was purple because it hurt so bad you nearly passed out?'

His features flushed at the ridiculous memory being forced back into his head. 'You mean the same day you had to cling to me, crying because your first tattoo felt like your leg was being seared off?'

You hated crying in front of people for any reason but you couldn't go alone; you'd never go alone for something like that. You just nodded in response before returning to your own book, continuing to read like you hadn't brought the subject up at all.

Your first date after you began recalling things and getting far too deep in what could only be sentimental thoughts went okay. A friend of your friend's, Sehyoon, who was an art major and knew of you but didn't know you; he'd never really integrated himself into the small friend circle on campus but Byeongkwan spoke highly of him.

He was sweet; a gentleman. Pretty much anything you could really ask for but you noticed little things; minute things that didn't even matter. You felt like you were being unreasonable or judgmental despite only picking out things that didn't match. Didn't match what, exactly?

He wasn't Junhee.

The realization had you suddenly shooting up from your seat, interrupting the poor male's answer to your question about his major and spilling out several apologies as you even fought to put money down for your own food. It took quite a few more 'I'm really sorry's before you were speeding out of the small restaurant; you'd make sure to call him later.

You found yourself in the only place that made sense: banging hard on the door of the RA for your building, hardly caring if you disturbed anyone else.

'What?' was the greeting you received from a very frustrated Donghun, wanting nothing more than to be left alone again. And yes, you called each other your friend.

'We have a really, really big problem.'

Being a mutual friend and despite not wanting to get involved in anyone's "drama", he spent two hours talking you out of it, down from it and against it, reminding you just why your newfound feelings for your best friend were a problem. He even reminded you of your comment, three years ago, about how you could never possibly like Junhee; how he remembered that and you didn't, you didn't care to ask.

You returned home a wreck, tired and wanting to burn your own emotions. Were you really uncovering some unconsciously buried feelings or did you just like the fact that he /saw/ you? He'd seen you nearly on your deathbed sick.

He'd seen you living in a depression nest for two weeks, barely able to get out a bed and eating nothing but honey buns and cereal.

He'd seen you grieve family members and pets; seen you walk into the rain and scream at the top of your lungs because of how lost in despair you'd been.

He'd seen you drunk and stupid; he'd seen you the night after a one night stand and hungover to the point you wanted to fight the sun.

He'd sat by you absolutely throwing your guts up.

He had seen every single side of you and you'd seen the same from him but it only started to stack further and further.

You knew his favorite songs because God forbid he only have one. You knew his favorite color, favorite food and his weird retirement plan that involved a tiny petting zoo of his own that he refused to just call a farm. Your pins for everything were each other's birthdates and he was the only other name on your bank account. Why?

Staring down at the menu you'd seen over a hundred times, you were sure, you couldn't decide on just what sounded good and part of you just wanted everything. Those moments staring at words that started to blur, you noticed Junhee hadn't touched his menu and kept shifting around, visibly uncomfortable for reasons you couldn't possible figure out.

'It's unlike you to not be going off about the food here.. or already having ordered your favorite drink that, I recall, you said you'd die without if you didn't have it every time you came here,' you began, closing the menu and setting it down with narrowed eyes, 'what's going on?'

'It's stupid. Just.. order and get some food, I'll probably just eat later. I'm not really hungry.'

That was a bold faced lie and you knew it, the concern growing. 'And, what's the oh-so-stupid reason, exactly?'

It took him a minute, shifting more and acting like a child who had gotten in trouble. 'I, uh.. I can't really..' he gestured around, lips pursed and growing even more upset by the second, you could tell by the way he was trying to stop himself from frowning. 'Can't really afford it.' You were college students, it wasn't the world's biggest secret if you couldn't afford something.

'Do you really think I'm just going to eat in front of you?' You snorted, avoiding any comment that would further his being upset over the situation, 'Don't worry about it and order, okay?'

Financial struggles were no quiet matter between the two of you and never had been since you started school. Junhee lived off campus in an apartment with two shitty roommates, a terrible part time job and parents that pretty much didn't care if he perished on the side of the street somewhere. You, on the other hand, which you didn't like bringing up, were doing fine but only because your parents dropped something of an 'allowance' into your account for foods and necessities.

You ignored his attempt to argue and told him if he didn't order something, you were going to do it for him; he shut up.

The next day, you took a trip to the bank.

You could feel eyes on you as you splayed across the couch, staring at the ceiling and contemplating life and all of it's annoyances. No question left you but even if you wanted to say something, you were cut off.

'So, are you going to tell me what's going on? For the past.. three weeks? You've been asking me all sorts of weird stuff,' Junhee inquired, frowning thoughtfully, 'Are you testing me or something? Trust me, yes, I remember every single second I've spent with you. I remember every word you've said, the names of every guy you've been with and the ones I'd like to fight. I remember every birthday and gift I've given you and the ones you've given me. Yes, I remember your favorite things and everything so, what's the deal?'

It sounded sentimental at first but then you noticed that all too familiar waiver in his voice and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his hands fiddling with the chain bracelet that had adorned his wrist for five years; he wanted to cry. A crying Junhee was something no one ever wanted on your hands and you briefly recalled a phone call from a very panicked Byeongkwan because of just that but you were letting your thoughts get off topic.

'I think I'm in love with you.'

'If you don't want to be fri-'

You were both cut off as your head turned to finally look at him, soaking in the unreadable expression on his features when someone busted through the door; 'Look!'

Both of you looked towards your two friends that invited themselves into your door, one holding a new cat and the other looking just as pleased with the announcement but it gradually dropped. 'Shit, did we interrupt something?' Of course, you always knew when you finally and truly confessed to someone that it would be Byeongkwan who ruined the whole thing; you used it as an escape, though, reminding yourself of what the confession could do to your friendship.

'New minion, I see,' you chimed, sitting up and ignoring the question, both of them, as you rose to greet Donghun's new pet. You were ignorant to the looks shared between the three boys and you were happy about that.

Now, you just had to avoid it ever coming up again until it was forgotten.

Junhee, however, didn't want that to happen.

After about an hour of chitchatting and ignoring the gaze of your best friend, you excused yourself under the excuse of having a meetup for a class, despite it being your dorm, and managed to weasel your way out. There was really nowhere to go, no one to talk to and you surely didn't have any plans for the next week; you ended up at the café on campus. It was quiet and filled mostly with a few students doing work and the two members of staff behind the counter, one eventually joining you at the table. He didn't say anything, waited for you to stop your dramatic Disney scene and acknowledge him.

'Would you date me, Yu?'

Taken a bit off guard, he ended up snorting. 'I can't tell if this is a trap or you want the genuine answer,' he replied, crossing his arms atop the table, 'but, on the hand that it's serious.. probably. I mean, I definitely wouldn't turn you down. We've known each other for a few years, hang out on a regular basis.. get along and have a lot of similar interests. So, yeah.'

The answer made your lips draw into a deep frown and you tapped your fingers against the cup, soaking up every word. 'Even though we're friends? What if we broke up?'

A soft 'ah' came from him as he realized what was really going on and he shrugged, thinking it over for a minute or two. 'We're both adults and I don't believe either of us would do something so that the breakup would be something that could ruin our friendship. I understand it would be like.. friends then it being intimate then back to friends, but I think both of us are mature enough to deal with that and not let it bother us too much.' He spoke like he'd been through it several times and in reality, it had only been once, a small fling with a mutual friend but they still seemed pretty okay. 'Is this about Jun?'

'Does everyone know?' You groaned out, releasing the cup to lean back and rub your hands over your face in defeat, 'I.. I told him I think I love him then Kwan and Donghun showed up and I bailed because now I don't actually want to face him or admit to ever actually saying it. I do! I do love him! I don't.. I don't want to lose him, you know?'

You could see the way the latter looked at you, sympathetic and calculating what words wouldn't just stress you out further. 'Look.. I know you don't want to hear it from me or anyone else for that matter because you want to keep saying it'll ruin your friendship when in reality, you don't like the idea that you could hurt each other, I was the same way with Donghun, so I understand.. but, you should really see all this from an outsider's point of view. Junhee looks at you like you hung the moon and you look at him like he painted the stars; yes, it's been like that since I've met you and a reminder, it's been years. I don't know what took you so long to realize it or if you've just avoided it this whole time but anyone would have to be blind not to see it. Now,' he sighed deeply as he finished and straightened, 'I think you should probably go and talk to him about it considering you just confessed then ditched but it's your choice. I don't think you have anything to worry about.. for either of you. You're the most loyal person I know, so I have no doubt you'd ever hurt him in a way that would ruin you guys and he can barely swat at a fly or sit still through hearing thunder, you think he's going to do something? Regardless.. one of these days, soon, you'll have to face it and I really hope you don't go into it with the cliché reason of your friendship being ruined.'

The words sank in slow and you wanted nothing but to cry your eyes out because he was right; he always was and you hated it. It took a while for you to speak and he seemed okay with that, briefly leaving you to fill a couple orders before returning. 'I know you're leaving for break tomorrow.. tell him before then.' Those were his last words before he bid you good luck and a good night, heading back to his own dorm, most likely to call Donghun now that he'd projected just a little bit.

Irrationality was a word that would be in your character description box and the word stupid could very well be right next to it because when you got home, you packed your bag and decided to leave early, not bothering to let any of your friends know. You needed time and you were being selfish, so selfish to the point you thought maybe he'd just hate you when you got back.

Oh boy were you wrong.

Two days into being back home and confiding in your mother who promptly smacked you upside the back of the head, you found yourself sitting on the porch and moping, split between what to do. You suspected the boys were a bit angry with you when you noticed the ample amount of texts, voicemails, social messages and phone calls that had gone ignored; you caught a glimpse of the absolute book Yuchan took the time to send you, leaving you kind of scared to even open it. It didn't take long for the guilt to set in but you chose to wait until you were back on campus to deal with it.

Or at least, that was your plan.

'So, I know you've never been a fan of confrontation but.. you've never been the type to run away.'

The sudden voice startled you as you hadn't even noticed anyone pull up and of course, upon looking up, you were met with the face you were trying to avoid the most. Junhee stood at the end of the sidewalk looking pitiful and shifting his weight in a nervous manner. You didn't bother trying to speak, not knowing what to say but you did wait for the rant, the berating that you deserved; that wasn't who he was though.

He even stayed quiet for a minute or two, making his way closer to sit on the steps, looking up towards your figure. 'Did you mean it?'

You could have answered right away, poured your heart out and let out the tears you'd been holding in since the moment you left. Instead, you stayed quiet and pulled your knees closer to your chest, not trusting your own voice. He didn't relent though, reaching out to lightly nudge your knee.

'That's all I need to know.. did you mean it? If.. if you didn't I can just leave and we don't have to bother with it again.'

'And, if I did..?' Finally finding your voice, you looked over to him, chewing hard on your lower tier, nervous and kind of wanting to throw up.

You could see him thinking it over before a faint smile showed up. 'I'd most likely cry.. but I'm going to cry either way,' he began, shrugging his shoulders while moving up to sit next to you, 'I'd also tell you that I love you, too and I've been trying to tell you that for years now.'

The confession made your heart flutter, your skin burn and the butterflies being kept back burst in delight in your gut. 'Even.. after everything we've been through? Everything you've seen..?'

Junhee nodded. 'Mhm. I'd go through it all again and what do you mean? I've seen nothing but you.'