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reidswritings · 4 years ago

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I’ll Fight For You

authors note; uhhh happy new year! this is just a little something i wrote when i was feeling sad and wishing i had a spencer. i am in NO WAY trying to romanticize depression lol also this is kinda based on the song moonlight by future islands (this isnt edited so if you saw a mistake, no you didnt)

word count; 2.5k

warnings; depression and anxiety

Heavy. So, so heavy. That’s how she felt. She felt like the whole world had its ties on her and they were dragging her down, down, down. It felt like the darkness had finally caught up with her. She felt as though she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. It was all too much— too much of an effort, too much of a task, too much to even get her body to sit up.

She had been fine the night before— that’s what she was trying to convince herself.

She hadn’t been.

No, instead she had been declining and everyone who knew her could see it. They could see it on her face, they could see it when her usually contagious smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. They saw it in the way she apologized one too many times. They saw it in the way she constantly zoned out. They saw it get worse and worse and worse every day.

Bit by bit they watched as the disease clawed its way from the depths of whatever cave it lived in and did its very best to drag her back down into the darkness with it.

They saw it all. They were just too polite to say anything. Too polite, too uncaring, too preoccupied. Too whatever. A part of her wished they hadn’t been too whatever. A part of her wished they cared enough to reach out.

Though, she thought, maybe it was a good thing they hadn’t. Maybe it was a good thing they let her be. Maybe it was a good thing— it gave her the opportunity to get over whatever this was by herself, in peace.

The Tired Girl wasn’t kidding anyone. They all knew what this was. This wasn’t some funk she’d get over. This wasn’t just a bad day. This was just her life. This was just how she had to live. This was her condition rearing its ugly head—her depression. It always happened to her at the worst times. It happened when she first fell in love. It happened when everything was going well at work. It happened when nothing was wrong in her life. It happened when her life was absolute shit. It always happened when she least expected it.

It just always happened.

Beside her, she felt the comforter pull. It pulled away from under her chin, letting in the cold air. Letting in the bad thoughts. Letting in the intrusive thoughts. Letting in everything she desperately wanted to keep out. She felt him move from the bed, his hand patting her back. He leaned down, fingers tangling themselves in her knotted hair, kissing her head so softly she wanted to cry. She heard him grunt as he stood, bones cracking alongside the stretch he gave— she listened as he did the same thing he did every single morning.

She heard him gulp down the glass of water from the night prior, she heard him walk into the bathroom connected to their room and she heard him hum to himself as he started his day. She listened as he twisted open the cap to his contacts, then his glasses case. She heard him opened the face wash and then the toothpaste. She heard it all, stuck in the bed like she was chained to it. Stuck in the bed like she was prisoner to it.

She heard him do all these things and once again, like clockwork, she began to feel her body seize up. She felt her blood boil, she felt herself become so angry she could hardly stand it.

She wished she could move. She wished she could get up to be with him. She wished she could partake in their morning kiss. She wished they could laugh together in the bathroom mirror, toothbrushes in hand and toothpaste falling down their lips and chins. She wished she could share a cup of coffee with him. She wished and wished and wished. She wished she wasn’t so angry at the world, at herself, at everything.

Oh, how she wished she could just be there.

Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. Time wasn’t relevant to her anymore. Her unfocused eyes were watching the curtains. They were pulled closed, dark and depressing— much like herself. She remembered when they bought the stupid drapes.

The had bought the blackout ones, hopeful not to be woken up by the sun raising. She liked it at the time, she thought it was a good idea. . . at the time. Now, the goddamn curtains were hurting her soul. She wanted to pull them open. She just had no energy. She just couldn’t move.

So, she sat, staring blankly at the god awful blackout curtains. Until he blocked her view. Her eyes focused, meeting the beautiful hazel eyes she fell in love with. His mouth was moving but her ears hadn’t caught up yet. She could tell that he was sighing, defeated. She blinked, unmoving. She felt bad, she felt so fucking horrible. She felt horrible for her, for him, for everything. Still, she couldn’t find it in herself to move— to make it better. To fix things.

She watched his hand reach out, slowly, settling on her covered arm. She could feel the warmth through her shirt and that made things a little better. Not much, but when you’re that sick, anything helped. No matter how big or small.

She wanted to smile, thank him for being there for her. She wanted to kiss him like her life depended on it. She wanted to give him all the things he deserved— but still, she was unmoving, frozen.

Everything hit her at once, she could throw up. She could cry, she could scream, she could throw a fucking fit. She wanted to be left alone, she couldn’t handle anything. He was talking, she was catching the tail end of it. “—ou alright?”

Thick with sleep, with sadness, with morning haziness, her voice was loud, “Huh?’’

He spoke again, “I said, are you alright?” She could feel his thumb rubbing against her arm and it hurt. It hurt. Everything hurt. She shook her head, eyes closing again. She felt her face scrunch up, in annoyance, in pain, in sadness, in everything she wished she wasn’t.

He moved his hand, the one that was just too soft, to her cheek. She wished it was soothing, she wished she could lean into his touch. The Worried Boy nodded, “Okay, okay. What can I do? How can I help?’’

The girl shrugged. She was sighing, heavy, it carrying everything that she had bottled up the past weeks. She knew what she needed, but she was too afraid to ask. Too afraid to voice her thought, too afraid she’d be too much. Too afraid that this would be the one thing that he deemed to be too much.

He pulled the blanket back up to her chin, hands hovering. His mind was moving a mile a minute, trying, thinking of anything that might help his Pretty Girl. Her mind was creating lies, telling her that she was worthless, that he hated her, that she was nothing.

It was a whirlwind— her mind. She willed it to stop, unsuccessfully, she curled further into her dark position. She felt his hands leave her, finally. A breath of fresh air rushed through her lungs, comfort and calm filling her veins. She could finally breathe— until she couldn't again. Her mind began again, throwing the nasty at her. It told her he didn't love her, it told her he didn't want to touch her. It told her she was too much. It told her all the things she didn't want to hear.

It told her all the things he tried too hard to make her forget on the good days.

"Hey." his voice cut through the fog, loud and strong. It was her light at the end of her dark tunnel, "Stop that."

He let out a breath, it fanned on her face, she welcomed the heat that followed. “I’m sorry.”

He was shaking his head, sad and feeling all the feelings for her. He wished away her bad thoughts, he wanted her to return to the usually bubbly girl she was.

Her world was suddenly shifting again and her mind becoming no less clouded, heavy as ever. The boy who she loved with her entire being, pulled her arms to her chest, sliding in bed behind her. His lips were moving against her ear, words brushing her skin.

Her ears were picking up on the sweet nothings her pretty boy was murmuring, but her mind was on a different path. Her mind was fogged. It was like she was watching, listening, through a fogged up piece of glass.

She could feel his arms on her body, it was comforting. And before she knew what was happening to her, her mind was swirling again. It was sharp. She found her voice, strong in the disappointment that was her illness. “Spence— Spencer, I-I.”

She stopped, depression kicking her in the ass. Spencer’s voice was louder. “Don’t, don’t stop. Keep going, push through, Y/N/N.”

“I’m so tired. I feel like. . . everything is just so hard right now, Spence.”

He sighed, she did too, eyes heavy and lethargic. She was so fucking tired, she felt like she could pass out any second. She felt like she hadn’t slept in ages. Her head fell back on to his shoulder, his hands bursting away the knotted hair away. If she wasn’t in this funk, she knew her heart would’ve skipped a beat at the simple gesture. Breath heavy on her lungs, on her body, on her mind and soul, she exhaled.

Her boy nodded, squeezing her just a little extra. “That’s it. Let it out.”

His hands were moving again, brushing against her cheeks. He was wiping, lingering. Her eyes caught his hand when he finally took it away, it was wet, glistening in the small amount of light that illuminated the two.

“I’m sorry. . .” The broken girl breathed. She wasn’t sure why she did so. All she knew was that it was second nature. Saying those words was up there with the need to breathe, pressing and dire.

“. . .Why?” It was just as quiet as her cries— the ones that she barely had a clue were happening.

Despite the ignorance, she cried harder, eyes and face scrunched up tighter than Spencer had ever seen. Her breath had caught, faster than they both wanted. Her heart seized up, sad and lonely— despite the pretty boy beside her. She wanted to be anywhere other than where she was. She was tired— tired of feeling the way she did. Tired of feeling like she wasn’t enough for him. Tired of feeling like she was more a burden than a blessing. She was just so, so fucking tired.

She knew she could talk to him. She knew that. Of course she did, it was Spencer— she could tell him anything and he’d never, ever, in a millions years, judge her or make her feel like less for having her own thoughts and opinions.

So, it was usually easy to talk to him. It was easy because she loved him. She loved the way he responded, she love the way he would light up every time she sat him down and told him everything. It was easy because he would get this look on his face that she rarely ever saw. He would get this look that she loved more than anything in the whole world. More than chocolate, more than her favorite movie, more than her friends, more than everything.

Y/N’s most favorite thing in the whole world was the look that crossed his beauty whenever she talked to him. When it happened, it was like the whole world had stopped. To, Spencer, it was like everything in his world had become. . . secondary. Like, nothing else mattered to the pale boy except the words that were leaving his pretty girl. His eyes would grow all wide and innocent and it warmed Y/N’s heart every damn time.

She quickly learned that to see her favorite look, she had to talk. To him. About everything. Even the ugly. Even her deepest darkest secrets. And she did, quite often too. So, when the broken girl cried out in-between sobs and choppy breathes a very heart-wrenching, “I don’t know!” Spencer knew something was amiss.

His hands were back in her hair, pulling it away from her eyes, her forehead, opening up the girl to the light he so desperately wanted to share with her. “Hey, just breathe.”

Cries still there, just not as present, she sat up. Looking at her boy through the blurry vision that were her tears, she said, “You don’t deserve this.”

He didn’t answer, he only raised his hand, to place on her shoulder, probably. She flinched away and hurt crossed his features before he placed his hand back down onto his own leg. She continued, head shaking, “You know that, don’t you? You deserve someone who can get up with you in the morning. You should have someone who doesn’t wallow in their own pity and despair. You deserve more than me, Spence.”

“I don’t think you understand, Y/N.” His voice had a bite of sadness to it. Y/N could tell. His eyes were far away, though maintaining eye contact.

“Understand?” Her breath stilled finally. She was perplexed with her beautiful boy. An action that happened quite often.

His beautiful eyes returned, he shook his head slightly. His mouth turned up at the side and he let out the smallest of chuckles. “Y/N, I-I— You mean everything to me.”

The boy cleared his throat, probably to flush away the tears that threatened to show through his voice. Then he continued, looking at his pretty girl. “I will tell you until the end of time. I’ll tell you until it gets through that thick skull of yours.” He chuckled at that, a finger tapping against her temple.

“Spencer, I’m just so, so tired. Tired of everything.”

Her boy sighed, sad again. “ We fight for each other. You fought to clear my name, you fought to get me clean. . . again. We fight for each other, Y/N/N. And right now, I’m asking for you to make the choice to stay, because I cant do this without you, Y/N. I’m gonna fight for you. I’ll fight for you, until I don’t have to anymore.”

And for once,

For once,

For once, she realized, she wasn’t quite as alone as she had thought. She wasn’t the only one that experience this kind of sadness. She realized that her once small, dark world was no longer small and dark.

Not with Spencer Reid pulling her through the dark, never ending tunnel. Now, she wasn’t cured, not by any means, of course. But, it hurt just a little less knowing he was right there with her.

Knowing he was her light in the dark storm of life. And that was all she needed.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #mgg #matthew gray gubler

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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 years ago

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table manners* bucky barnes x reader

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this is what we like to call coming out the gate swinging 😌

You get invited to a house for a party but you cant stop thinking about bucky

* - ive had the smut for this done for a bit and i had such a hard time adding story omg. either way they do it in the bathroom lol. he also eats her out.

Song: kiss me more by doja cat ft sza

because why the heck not

tag list: @cynic-spirit +++++++++

We had been invited to one of those parties where everyone sits around a living room or kitchen and discusses brand products. Where at the end you decide if you want to buy said products for you and your family that are way over priced, but fuck it, the sales lady is so convincing. I had been to a few and this brand was one I really wanted to try so we gladly obliged, Bucky telling me to get what I wanted. How thoughtful. But sitting at the table surround by everyone but him felt almost worse. Like I should be somewhere else. I was stuck in the dinning room with all these chatty women trying to ask questions and Bucky was with my friend's husband (and all of her other friends husband's) in his man cave doing good knows what.

As opposed to the rest of the women sitting around the dining table talking and laughing, I was sat quietly flipping through the product magazine. And yeah some of it caught My eye, and I had already started a order sheet. But My thoughts weren't really on this task itself. Oh, No. My thoughts were on bucky standing in the other room. I could barely see him through both doorways, laughing and drinking a beer. The way his moth curved around the bottle... God I wish that were me. And only because of what he had whispered to me before we got out of the car. Now it's all I could think about. He had ran his thumb over the back of my hand, gripping the steering wheel as he leaned closer to me, whispering into my ear. He ended it with a harsh kiss before slipping out of the car and leaving me a little dumbfounded; like he didnt just say what he said.

thats all id been thinking about since we entered my friends home. of course i listened to the speech the woman gave, interacted, asked questions, partook in the games she had prepared. but ultimately i was thinking about bucky perched nicely between my legs. even now as the sales lady offered to finish my order. I stood up so she could sit in my chair, total my order, and give me the receipt when she was done. She was very pleasant and you could tell she loved what she did. I tried to converse with her about the stuff I was buying, paying attention to buck out of the corner of my eye as the guys lazed their way away from their own little party.

I pressed my legs together a little tighter, trying not to think about it any more. But God damn I was almost feral. Then an idea flashed through my mind to take this to the bathroom but bucky was already on his way to me. Damn I needed him. And he was taking way too long, lazing over to where I was, talking to people here and there as he did. When he finally did reach me he was all smiles, hugging me from behind and planting a soft kiss to my cheek.

"Hey baby."

He said softly, innocently, sending the other people at the table a nod and looking down at the order sheet being written on on the table.

"Hey."

I managed, trying to hide the want in my voice as I leaned back into him.

"Having fun over here? you get what you want?"

He asked and I nodded, biting my lip. It pretty much ended there.

"okay so i added these together and since you decided against doing your own party there wont be that discount. but you did get this bundle so you get this as a bonus."

He was now listening to the lady as she spoke, more so than me probably. but i was still thinking about taking him. I couldn't get the thought out of my head no matter how hard i tried and him being that close and not being able to do anything about it was driving me crazier. So I did what anyone else would do: I pushed my hips into his.

When he looked down at me suddenly I bit the inside of my cheek. But then I kept pressing against him, entangling our fingers together and squeezing once. the woman looked up at us with a smile before she stood.

"here is your receipt and im so glad to have met you tonight y/n, if you ever change your mind about a party you know where to find me."

i nodded as she moved down the table to help someone else. i looked down at it for a moment but When his other hand flattened against my stomach I knew I would get exactly what I wanted. What I wasn't expecting was him to let go of me suddenly, standing up straight and pulling me around the table.

"Excuse us for a moment."

He said quietly and quickly, noticing my friend making her way over. but he pretty much cut her off before she could even speak dragging me down the hallway. I smiled, stifling a laugh as he led me into the bathroom. As soon as the door was closed I pushed him against it, locking it, and kissing him deeply.

"What's gotten into you?"

He croaked out as I moved to kiss down his neck, grinding myself against his leg. I moaned, feeling him getting harder against my thigh

"I need you, you cant just say that and expect me to not."

I said softly, it coming out more breathy than I intended.

"Well why didn't you say so."

He growled, spinning me around and leaning me over the sink.

"Bucky."

I whined, catching his eye through the mirror with a desperate look on my face. He just smirked at me, keeping eye contact as he kissed down my neck, pressing his hips into me.

"You gonna keep quiet for me darlin?"

He asked and I nodded quickly, feeling his hand make it's way under my dress. I bit my tongue as he slid my panties down, watching as he made quick work of undoing his belt and pushing his pants down.

"Please bucky."

I breathed out as he kicked my legs apart.

"Not a peep darlin."

He said before pushing into me and I gasped. In a second his right hand clasped down over my mouth tightly, keeping me quiet as he pulled me up into his chest and started moving in and out of me. I watched him in the mirror intently as he trailed his left hand down my body, lifting the skirt of my dress and pressing his finger into my clit. I shivered at the cool feeling, my eyes rolling back as he pushed into me harder.

"You like that?"

He growled into my ear but all I could do was nod, griping the sink tightly and making my knuckles go white. As he continued my legs began to quiver, the only thing keeping me upright was the strong grip he had on me.

"Fuck im close."

He grunted, pounding into me from behind. As we moved he took to kissing and biting along my shoulder.

"Bucky."

I moaned, muffled by his hand as I ground my hips back into him. One last push and I was cumming around him, feeling it run down my thighs as my legs gave out. He let out a soft groan before pausing, buried deep in me as came too.

"How was that princess?"

He asked through a pant, moving his hand from my mouth to my chest. I just nodded quickly as he squeezed my breast.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

I gasped as be pulled out of me, feeling his cum start to drip down my leg too. he spun me around quickly, pulling his pants up before kneeling in front of me.

"keep that pretty mouth shut for me darlin."

he instructed as he ran his hands up my thighs. i bit my lips hard as he pushed one finger into me, then another. my mouth hung open when he moved forward beginning to suck on my clit.

"Bucky."

i moaned, digging my fingers into his soft hair. he squeezed my thigh with his other hand as he lifted my leg over his shoulder. i was perched on the edge of the sink as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of me, his tongue doing figure eights across my clit.

"oh god."

i whined, him sitting back and sending me a look.

"what did i say?"

he asked, his hand stopping. i bit my lip.

"sorry."

"good."

he said, curling his fingers into me. my grip in his hair got tighter as i tried to stop the moan threatening to spill past my lips. as the feeling got more intense i threw my head back, him moving forward again and sucking at my clit. it wasn't long before my second orgasm wracked through my body, making me shake against him as he held me tightly in place. as he sat back, his fingers still in me as i came down, i panted heavily, head still against the mirror.

"you okay?"

he laughed, standing and sticking his fingers in his mouth. i sent him a look before pulling him to me and kissing him harshly.

"god i love you."

i said breathlessly against him as he rested his forehead against mine, a wicked smile on his face.

"so i guess you really did get everything you wanted tonight."

he smirked, standing upright and steadying me as i stood. i sent him a stern look before nodding.

"how bout we go home and you give me a little more?"

i said a little snarky, making him laugh and pull me to him, his hand finding its way to firmly grip my ass.

"how about we go home and i get what i want?"

i looked over his face, focusing on his lips.

"is that a promise?"

he let out another short laugh.

"absolutely."

#wattpad #x reader #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #falcon and the winter soldier #captain america #marvel #330 #white wolf #smut #imagines #one shots

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sombreboy · 5 years ago

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Love Maze »1

Series masterlist » Next ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn. ▎ word count: 7.4k ▎ ch.warnings: They’re basketball boys in the school team lol, cursing, mxm, two dumb boys trying to figure their feelings, smut, anal (pls use lube irl this is fiction!), mentions of alcoholic father, some angsty feelings. Idk what else lmk, just, don’t read this if you’re sensitive to messy angsty feels, mxm smut, dumb humor & lots of cursing. A/N at the end of the post!

Taehyung didn’t know what kind of response he was expecting from Jungkook. Perhaps something like, ‘Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone, let’s forget about it.’ That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. But what he didn’t expect to read was what he received, and his body language proved that. His shoulders were tense, and his jaw was locked in place. Tae ran a hand through his damp hair, repeating Kook’s words in his head. ‘But you didn’t say we should stop..’ What the fuck kind of dumbassery was that? And why wasn’t Taehyung opposed to the idea of it?

‘‘Taehyung, the hell’s wrong with you today? Get your head in the game!’’

Those same series of words kept on repeating themselves in the back of Taehyung’s busy mind, almost taunting him in a way.

Namjoon, their team captain, had made it very clear this early morning—Six o’clock, to be exact, that Taehyung was out of it, and was lazily dragging his feet across the court.

The latter knew that Joon’s only intention was to help him, but if he hadn’t bit down on his tongue, Taehyung would’ve lost his shit.

Who the fuck thought that it was a good idea to start practice so goddamn early in the morning?

Tae was a mixture of surprise and thankful that he didn’t just fall asleep right then and there.

Truth be told, there was a strong urge to..

Because of this, Taehyung almost regretted staying up so late into the night slashing zombies left and right, searching for ammo, yelling profanities out of anger when someone would sneak attack him—almost. He was way too invested in his gaming to truly feel any guilt.

But, much to his shock, the boy felt a sense of guilt begin to gnaw at him throughout the day, hence why he was making his way towards the familiar gym once again. This time not half-dead.

Tae knew how much this upcoming game meant to Namjoon.

As he began to get settled in, glad that he was the only one there, Taehyung casually practiced his free throws. He challenged himself to make it from different spots in the court, succeeding in most of them.

Minutes later when he was beginning to get in the groove of things, in waltzed Jeon Jungkook.

Fucking great. Just what he needed.

Tae let out a defeated sigh, meeting the other boy’s gaze for a split second before continuing with what he was doing.

“What the hell are you doing here.” It was a mumbled question, no trace of enjoyment laced in his lower tone.

Jungkook glanced at Taehyung, their eyes met for a split second as he walked in. Tae's snarky comment had Jungkook roll his tongue on the inside of his cheek with annoyance, glaring with furrowed eyebrows as he went to the opposed side of the play field. He brought his own basketball, bouncing it a few times to make sure it had enough air, "To practice, what the hell does it look like?" He scoffed before the loud echo of the basketball was the only sound coming from his end of the court.

A sour scoff originated from the back of Taehyung’s throat, whom in response to Jungkook’s presence tried to show off by shooting the basketball from a further position.

“Yeah,” The boy began, extending out his arms, “you need lots of practice, alright.”

He successfully made it into the net.

Call him childish, but the little smile tugging at the corners of his lips was getting hard to ignore..

Ever since the age of eight, when Jungkook was introduced to his group of friends, Tae enjoyed finding different ways to irk him.

From chasing him around the playground with a worm in his hand, bumping shoulders into him whenever he felt like it, to making fun of his Basketball skills.. it was amusing, he couldn’t lie.

“Hey, you.” The taller didn’t bother referring to ‘you’ by his name, “We should play against each other. You could learn a few things from me.”

Jungkook grit his teeth, dashing towards his hoop to jump up and slam dunk the basketball into the hoop, much harder than intended. He’d been working out a lot lately, and his strength was finally showing, and he couldnt wait to wipe that grin off Tae's face.

"Eat shit," he frowned, but he accepted his challenge, "Fine." He threw his ball to the side, getting ready to sprint towards him with a speed completely new to the elder. Taehyung would be lying if he said he wasn’t the least bit fazed by the look of determination in Jungkook’s eyes.

This wasn’t the Jungkook he knew, who the hell was this person?

However, he wouldn’t let the younger scare him, no matter how often he tried to play the “Big Wolf”.

It was pathetic, really.

Those pretty eyes didn’t compliment that facade at all.

“Nah, I’ll pass,” Taehyung smirked, sharp eyes hooded as he studied the other’s every movement.

Tauntingly bouncing the ball in front of the younger, Tae managed to dodge the figure coming towards him and instead charged towards the opposite net. Nothing but determined to one-up Jungkook.

It was always a struggle, it didn't matter if Jungkook was stronger, Taehyung would always seem to be faster, one step ahead of the game. He quickly turned on his heels, the sole of his shoes squeaking against the floor as he sprints to catch up with Taehyung, trying his hardest to push himself to use his strength to attempt to jump in front of Tae before he'd be able to throw the ball.

Much to his dismay, Jungkook actually manages to bat the ball in a different direction midair, preventing Taehyung from scoring his shot.

Now he just feels like a dumbass..

He doesn’t stop there, though.

Instead of backing out, Taehyung’s drive only soars through the roof. The latter wasn’t about to let Kook show him how it’s done.

He was the one in charge.

In a swift movement, after running across the court whilst dribbling the ball, Taehyung jumped up in the air and made it even.

“Back in the game, baby!” The taller cheered, pumping a fist in the air.

Time seemed to get lost the more time they spent playing against each other, and surprisingly, Taehyung didn’t seem to mind it.

Jungkooks dark curls was clinging to the sweaty skin of his face, heavy shallow breaths taken as they kept playing against one another for quite a while. It was rather fun, and it gave Jungkook the energy and drive to keep going, keep trying his best. They were both extremely skilled, so the game kept going even back and forth, the competitive tension stronger than ever--but he was getting tired.. his muscles ached, his body coated in a layer of glistening sweat.

“Getting tired already, Kook?” Taehyung playfully snarked, completely disregarding the fact that he was also drenched with sweat from running from one end to the other over and over again.

“That’s weak.” He wouldn’t admit that, though. “Come on, one last match.” The boy stated, his defined stomach on full display as he used the end of his Jersey to wipe at his face.

Not bothering waiting for an answer, Tae hoped that the challenging look in his eyes was enough to draw Jungkook in.

As he began dribbling the ball, waiting to see what the younger’s next move would be, Taehyung began charging towards the familiar net, passion evident in his face when—POW!—He tripped on his undone shoelace and fell on top of Jungkook.

“Fuck..” He hissed, feeling some minor pain emerge from his lower leg but thankfully, Kook’s body was there to act as a cushion.

After the taller managed to redeem himself (to the best of his abilities), he brought up his face from Kook’s chest to look down at the other.

Taehyung’s hands were placed on either side of Jungkook’s head, chest heaving and sweat beads streaming down his temples.

He didn’t know why, but his body wouldn’t move away from its position. It was like he was stuck there.. face so close to Jungkook’s..

Everything happened so fast that one moment Jungkook was preparing to charge towards Taehyung, and the next he was on his back on the floor, something heavy weighing him down. He opened his eyes, and they blew wide as soon as he saw the view above. Taehyung was so sweaty, and he looked... incredibly good up close. Jungkook froze, holding his breath and it felt like his heart skipped several beats, his arms laying limp above his head in such a position that had him feeling vulnerable. The tension between the two was so strong, at this point he wasn’t able to differentiate whether it was pure anger or pure lust that flowed through his entire being.

‘What the fuck is going on..?’ Taehyung asked himself, swallowing down all of his remaining questions in the shape of a strong gulp.

“Uh..” Was all he had to say, continuing to stare down at Jungkook like an intrigued weirdo, eyes skimming over the little details on the younger’s face. From the small scar on the side of his cheek, to the beauty marks perfectly placed on his skin.. Tae was infatuated.

He would never, in a million years say that out loud, but was he thinking it..

The boy wanted to say something like, “Wow, you’re even uglier up close,” but that was so far off from the truth, it would be a sin.

The heat erupting in Jungkooks body made itself known through the shade of red creeping on his cheeks, feeling himself getting flustered. Why wasn't Tae moving away? Why didnt he say something? But then again, he was completely frozen in place as well, having nothing to counter with. His lips fell open, a quiet breath escaping his lips, unable to find the words he was so desperately seeking.

Before he could tell right from wrong, Taehyung’s lips met Jungkook’s in an awkward kiss, hesitating at the start before finally gaining the courage to move them against the younger’s a little more naturally.

It was slow at first, Tae’s bigger hand cupping the side of Kook’s face, not wanting him to pull away by any means.

His thumb found itself caressing over that same scar he took notice of not too long ago, Taehyung’s own cheeks overtaken by a rosy hue.

Then, like the spell had been broken, Tae broke the kiss.

“Fuck.. uh..”

He looked like an absolute dumbass, didn’t he?

“You should use some lip balm, or something.” The boy cleared his throat, still not parting their bodies.

Something was wrong with him.

Jungkook was dumbfounded, staring at Taehyung as if he was a deer in headlights. Fuck, this was confusing. He had been struggling with how he felt towards Tae, trying so hard to suppress his feelings for him, and now feeling his lips in a kiss, his hand gently touching his cheek, it was as if all of the walls he had been building up around this enigma called Taehyung was slowly crumbling down. It was terrifying, and it clouded his thoughts, now all he could think about was the desperate need to feel those lips on his once more, "A-again..." He whispered, so quietly it was barely audible, almost hoping Taehyung wouldnt hear it.

Taehyung heard it. Clearly.

And he didn’t budge when it came to giving Jungkook what he wanted.

Tae kissed the other once more, gently sucking onto his bottom lip as if asking for entrance, for permission to take it one step further.

The older’s hand slowly traveled down to Jungkook’s waist, snaking under the boy’s Jersey, gently squeezing at the bare skin, feeling Jungkook’s sweat against the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, a drive to feel more hit Taehyung like a truck.

Teasingly, the taller’s slender fingers brushed over Jungkook’s nipple as he stared down at him, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Searching for a bigger reaction, Tae squeezed on the perky bud, lightly tugging at it here and there. Meanwhile, his hooded eyes were set on studying every movement in the younger’s face.

Jungkooks parted his lips even further in a gasp, allowing the kiss to deepen. He whimpered quietly, extremely responsive under Taehyungs ministrations on his nipple. His cheeks were more than just pink now, but a shade of rosey red, his chest starting to heave up and down heavier. His entire body was aching for him to do more, anything, and he was almost ready to beg at this point, eyes pleading with tae to continue

The sight of the younger’s body reacting in such a way was enough to awaken more than just Taehyung’s inner want for more; he felt himself begin to envision what it would be like if they took it a couple steps further, Jungkook whimpering.. just like he was now, so quiet yet so loud to Tae’s ears.

By now, the tent in the latter’s shorts had made itself obvious as his fingers continued to rub over Jungkook’s nipple, pinching the tip just for the fun of it.

“Let’s get the hell out of here, hm?” The older’s already deep voice seemed to get an octave deeper.

Taehyung finally pulled himself up from his spot on the ground, before extending out a hand for the other to take. If he wasn’t so clouded with lust, Tae would’ve been embarrassed at the fact that he had a massive boner in front of Jungkook.

But, as he led the younger downstairs, smaller hand in his, that was the least of his worries.

Jungkook nodded, eyes flickering between their joined hands and the floor as he blindly followed Taehyung to whever he'd take him. At this point, he'd go wherever for this man, his heart pounding heavily as he felt his own erection strain the fabric of his pants, lips pressed tightly together to keep his whimpers in check.

Taehyung halted in his quick steps upon reaching the familiar locker room, hand letting go of Jungkook’s as he peeked his head around, trying to make sure they were the only ones around.

Thankfully, no one else was in sight.

The older reluctantly turned back around to face Kook, hesitating on whether or not to place his hands on the latter’s waist.

At the end, he said ‘fuck it’ and needily pulled Jungkook close to him by the waist, trying so hard not to listen to the consciousnes in the back of his head..

With a bit of hesitation, Taehyung’s lips aimed for the crook of the younger’s neck, nuzzling his face into the warmth before beginning to press open-mouthed kisses along the skin.

He gently sucked on a spot, nibbling on it teasingly, wanting nothing more than to make Jungkook enjoy it just as much as he did.

“Tae...” Jungkook breathed out his name with a quiet moan, sensitive to every single touch. He places his hands palms flat on Tae’s chest, granting the man access to his neck by moving his head to the side. His needy erection grew harder, leaving little to the imagination through his basketball shorts. The aching throb between his legs was screaming for attention, however he did enjoy the slow buildup

The older, as much as he was turned on, didn’t quite know how to tackle this sudden.. urge to feel Jungkook; all of him.

Sure, he’s had sex in the past, too many times to keep track of. But he’d never gotten this close to another guy before.

It was one thing to watch gay porn, but when it actually came to showcasing what he’d seen through a screen.. it was nerve wracking.

Tae didn’t know where to begin.

The taller pulled his Jersey over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of the younger.

He guessed that was a better start than none.

However, almost as if someone else had taken over him, Taehyung drove Jungkook’s body back against the lockers, his kissing more rough, and his leg placed in the middle of the younger’s.

Jungkooks back hit the lockers with a loud thud, a yelp drowning in his throat, muffled by Tae’s lips. His jaw fell slack, granting the man access to his mouth. His body was almost shaking, this feeling and need so overwhelming that his skin is hypersensitive to every bit of attention it receives. This was like a dream, it felt surreal, how did he end up here? What was going to happen later? His thoughts were drowned out when he felt the friction of Tae’s leg against his crotch, and he wishes so desperately to be touched, rutting subtly against his thigh.

Growing needier by the second, Taehyung pulled away from their heated kiss to undo the strings in his shorts, hands shaky as they fumbled with the fabric.

The older’s bottom lip got caught in between his teeth in concentration, overgrown fringe falling down on his eyes like a curtain; a lot of secrets hidden behind his intense gaze.

Once he was left standing in just his boxers, Taehyung’s hands now tugged at Kook’s clothing, wanting to make it even.

In the heat of the moment, a little chuckle slipped past the older’s lips, “What the fuck kind of boxers are you wearing..?”

His eyes amusingly skimmed over the patterns engraved in the soft fabric, holding back his laughter.

Jungkook frowned, his cheeks on fire as he averted Taehyungs eyes, “fuck you...” he hissed, but his voice came out weaker than he wished it did. It cracked at the end into a whine, only causing his embarrassment to grow further. He was so vulnerable like this, exposed to the man that he’s been pining for, the very man he’s been trying to suppress his emotions for, trying to hate him. But he couldn’t. His hands were clawing at Tae’s shoulders, pressing his back against the wall to get some room to breathe within the thick intensity of the moment.

If he wasn’t such at a loss for words, Tae would’ve taken this opportunity to make fun of Jungkook, but it seemed like his mouth was too dry to even utter a letter.

His gaze traveled from the younger’s dorky boxers to his small waist, then to his abs.. his chest, neck, and lastly to his face.

Suddenly, Taehyung got the confidence to speak at the sight.

“You shy, Kook?” He smirked, not failing to take notice of the splash of red dusted on his cheeks.

He looked so.. vulnerable. Taehyung wanted to jump at the chance to corrupt him.

The older parted their distance, looking down at Jungkook with so much hunger in his eyes before swiftly turning him around, pressing his bulge against the younger’s ass.

Tae’s lips hovered above the other’s shoulders, pressing more kisses onto the side of his neck as he teasingly grinded his hips into Jungkook, getting that desperate friction he needed.

''N-no, a-ah...!'' He gave up on trying to argue him, another small noise drowning in his throat when he gets turned around, placing his palms flat against the lockers, his chest pressing against the cold surface. He whimpers when he feels Tae's lips on his neck, shivers running down his spine, goosebumps appearing on his skin. If anybody saw him in this state, his whole image as a jocked bad boy would be completely ruined. But at this moment, nothing mattered. Nothing mattered more than the greedy desperation he feels for Taehyung, he couldn't be physically satiated until he got everything. Jungkook bit his lower lip to prevent more whimpers from escaping, but to no avail, his pathetic noises muffled as his hips press back against Taehyung, his plump ass rubbing against the large bulge pressing on his behind.

Even Taehyung struggled to hold back his noises of pleasure as he stared down at the way Jungkook’s ass moved against him..

“Fuck..” The older grunted, increasing his pace as he continued to grind against Kook, but, that wasn’t enough.

He needed more.

In one swift movement, the boy’s underwear found itself down to his ankles, his cock springing up to slap against one of Jungkook’s cheek.

Now that various of thoughts rushed into his head, 90% of them were questions.

Had the younger even been fucked by a guy before?

Was he okay with this?

Shit—Taehyung didn’t want to think about that.

So, he settled for dismissing all of his thoughts and worries. How much more different could it be?

In a hurry, Tae soon tugged at Jungkook’s boxers as well, now leaving them both naked to the eye.

Fuck, Jungkook had a nice ass.

After gulping at the view in front of him, Taehyung brought two fingers up to his mouth, coating them with his warm saliva before aligning them to the smaller’s hole.

Without thinking twice about it, the older’s digits pushed past the initial rim of muscle.

He began curl and uncurl his fingers inside of Kook, making scissoring motions as well.

“You like that?” Taehyung leaned in to breathe onto the nape of his neck, the squelching noises of his fingers now pumping in and out of Jungkook bouncing off the walls of the locker room.

Jungkook held his breath at first, his body tensing up, but as he felt the wet digits against his ass he took deep, slow breaths to relax. Slowly, as Tae thankfully worked him gently, his wet fingers warm and thick, it wasn't uncomfortable. He wasn't unfamiliar with the sensation of fingers, as he's done it to himself countless of times, but Taehyung's fingers were larger, and with the obvious fact that they weren’t his own, they reached so much farther than his own ever could. Jungkook pressed his cheek against the cold surface of the locker, whispering out 'yes' to the question thrown at him, lips fallen apart as he no longer can remain silent, a sudden high pitched whimper rolling off his lips when Tae reached a certain spot inside of him. Jungkook was surprised by himself, not aware he could even make such a lewd noise.

As a response to Jungkook’s unexpected whimper, Taehyung’s fingers only worked faster than before. He pressed them further into him, wanting to reach Kook’s deepest places in hopes of hearing more of his moans.

The younger was so fucking tight; his cock couldn’t wait to get a taste of it.

After a few more minutes of Taehyung stretching him out, adding in an extra finger or two.. massaging Jungkook’s warm walls, he decided it was time to climb up the ladder.

Without any proper lube in sight, Tae opted for spitting onto the palm of his hand before beginning to jerk himself off, wanting to ensure all of his length was covered.

Taehyung might hate Jungkook’s guts, but he didn’t wish to hurt him.

Resting one hand on the younger’s shoulder, Tae used the other to direct his throbbing cock into the smaller’s entrance.

He could only get the tip in at first, as Kook was that tight.

“Shit.” The boy cursed, having to re-align himself before using some force to hopefully fit all of the remaining inches.

“A-ah.. fuck yeah..” Taehyung breathed out, biting down on his lip as he gradually planted himself deeper into the younger.

This felt.. new.

He was overtaken by a sudden blanket of warmth as he slowly began to move his hips, sinking his nails into Jungkook’s shoulder.

''Oh my g-- f-fuuck....'' Jungkook cried out as Taehyung moved inside of him, the feeling so overwhelming, he felt so full. His hands curled into fists against the locker, the urge to almost punch into the metal surface because he didn't know what to do with every feeling that was overtaking him. It hurt a little, and the whines he makes were a mix of pain and pleasure, but with every slow stroke against his insides, the pleasure overtook the pain, and his breathing turned into needy, shallow gasps.

When seeing Jungkook begin to visibly relax in front of him, the older’s thrusting gradually increased in speed. The hand that wasn’t holding onto Kook’s shoulder sneaked it’s way to the latter’s heaving chest, freely roaming around the soft skin before stopping at its desired destination.

With a harsh slap of Taehyung’s pelvis on Jungkook’s cheeks, the sound of their skin clashing against one another became more audible as Tae picked up his harshness.

“So tight..”

He hastily licked over his index finger before placing it back on the other’s nipple, multitasking while quickly flicking the perky bud and ramming into Jungkook’s hole.

Tae found himself holding back a bit, not using all of his strength just yet.

Just from the way the younger’s body had reacted to his fingers, Taehyung could tell this was new for Jungkook as well.

“So fucking good,” He hissed, hiding his sweaty face in the crook of the smaller’s neck whilst continuing to pound him from the back.

Jungkook's moans gradually became louder and breathier with every few thrusts, his hips starting to move on their own to meet Taehyung's advancing hips, sweat dripping from his face down his neck, his dark curls clinging to his skin, ''T-taehyu--ung..'' He cried out, glancing down to see the sinful sight of his nipple being played with, then down to his untouched cock, swollen and needy for friction. But even if he didn't receive any attention on there, he feels like he could still cum from the way his insides were abused either way, and it was an amazing feeling, he never wanted it to end, ''H-harder, harder, please...s-shit...'' His words were barely coherent, his voice higher in pitch, his legs starting to shake in bliss.

“Harder, huh?”

He repeatedly rubbed against Jungkook’s prostate, not sparing the latter any mercy as Taehyung began to unwind; he was letting down his defenses.

If Kook was ready for more, then he was going to give it to him.

The taller’s broad chest heaved from exhaustion, but he pushed through it nonetheless.

He wanted to catch a glimpse of Jungkook’s expression as he came, knowing it was bound to come soon.

Taehyung’s hand traveled down to the dip in the other’s back, pressing down on it so that Kook’s ass could press further against him.

The taller took notice of how Jungkook’s peach had taken on the color red, the corner of his lip inching upwards proudly.

“Ah.. fuuck,” Taehyung cursed out, feeling a familiar pooling of warmth begin to settle in his lower stomach the more his hips snapped against Kook.

Jungkook turned his head to the side, leaning his cheek against his arms that now served as protection from having his head repeatedly jolting against the lockers. His knees were growing weak, but it got easier when he had his back arched, however it changed the way Tae's cock was angled, and he felt himself being brought closer to the edge with every snap of their hips. His cock was desperate, aching and dripping with precum, it was more than ready to explode. When he couldn't take it anymore, he reached down with one of his hands to squeeze his shaft firmly, easing the painful aching by just a tad bit, ''I'm g-gonna.... '' His voice cracked into a sob, being so on edge but not quite able to get over the hurdle just yet was such a powerful feeling.

Taehyung’s cock snapped harder and deeper into Jungkook, feeling his energy falter, his thrusts lazy and out of rhythm.

The taller was close to his peak, and it was clear by the way his eyebrows were pinched together, lips slightly agape as heavy puffs of air slipped past them.

Every inch of Taehyung’s body was enjoying this.

“Are you..?” Before he was given the chance to finish his question, Kook’s broken voice was his answer.

Wanting to drive the both of them to ejaculation, Taehyung didn’t hold himself back. Not one bit.

After many curses, grunts, and moans later, the older’s cock twitched inside of Jungkook like a volcano before breaking loose, some of his cum seen trickling down the boy’s entrance.

“Fuck..” Tae whispered, having trouble regaining his breath.

Still panting, Taehyung pulled himself out of Jungkook before leaning his sweaty back against one of the lockers, thankful for the cool touch on his skin.

Jungkook came hard, his insides filled with cum and the floor beneath him stained with a pool of his own flowed, his cock twitching heavily in his hand as he jerks himself dry, a loud, drawn out cry echoing in the room. His voice was hoarse from all the moaning. Jungkook gasped quietly, breaths shallow and quick when he feels Tae withdraw himself, pulling out from his ass. The wet, thick sensation of Tae's seed dribbles down on the back of his thigh, and he could no longer hold his body up as he dropped to his knees within the mess of their cum, holding on to the bench. He didn't dare to look back, not yet. The way he had acted, and spoken was completely new. He didn't know how much he enjoyed being the subsmissive in this scenario, and now it'd just be another thing Taehyung would bully him for. Unless... Maybe, this was a changing point. Jungkook glanced back at the taller man, still working on catching his breath.

The second Taehyung had been caught sneaking a glimpse towards Jungkook’s direction, he quickly snapped his head the other way, jaw clenched.

“Uh, I um..” He didn’t know where to begin.

Should he begin at the kiss they shared on the dirty gymnasium floor?

..At the way he nipped at Jungkook’s skin?

When he toyed with the younger’s nipples..?

Just where the hell should he start?

“I’m gonna go.” Taehyung cleared his throat, not sparing the other another glance, suddenly feeling disgusted with what he’d done.

He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing back the strands that once stuck to his forehead when he began to dress himself, not wanting to spend another second naked in front of him..

‘What the fuck did I do?’

Taehyung repeated to himself, his back facing Jungkook as he struggled to make sense of his actions.

Without another word, he left Kook in the empty locker room, eyes trained ahead as Tae only had one motive: To get the fuck out of there.

Jungkook quietly watched as Tae left him, naked and alone in the locker room. He felt disgusting, used. On wobbly legs, he got up, groaning quietly at the wetness between his cheeks. He decided to take a quick shower, using the one by the locker room, turning the heat up so high that steam filled the room, letting the water boil at his skin, ''Fuck...'' He hissed, still unable to focus as all his mind keeps going back to, is the way Taehyung sounded while ramming into him, the rough but delicate ministrations of his hips, ''Get out of my head.. Fucker, fucker..'' Jungkook turned the water ice cold, numbing himself from thinking, freezing seemed to help better. After a long while, he got out, dried himself and got dressed in his normal clothes, packing his basketball outfit into the backpack he'd brought and exited the locker room. How was he ever gonna face Tae again? Were they a thing? Did they still hate eachother? Jungkook himself wasn't sure, but he never did hate him. He needed to find this out eventually, or it'd gnaw at his mind.

When Taehyung made his way to the school’s parking lot— about to angrily throw his backpack onto the backseat of his crappy car, he was met by Namjoon as he pulled up into the spot next to him.

“Yo, Taehyung!” Joon’s voice rang, stepping out of his car when he was met by a harsh welcome.

“Listen, if you’re gonna continue to bitch at me about this morning, I’m not in the fucking mood, alright? I already stayed after to practice.”

The younger drifted off, failing to catch the look of confusion attached to Namjoon’s face as he focused on remaining his cool, hands unconsciously balled up into fists at his sides.

“Tae.. I was just gonna say hey?”

The older’s brows furrowed, internally questioning why Taehyung’s panties were in such a twist.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?”

Namjoon crossed his arms over his chest, “You okay?”

He hoped that if he asked enough questions, it would be enough for Taehyung to give in.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Apparently Joon forgot he was talking to the Kim Taehyung, he should’ve never expected Tae to open up to him.

The only time the younger actually told him something somewhat personal was in fourth grade, when he admitted he, “needed to go poop.”

Not believing him for one second, Namjoon struggled to drop the subject. But, he noticed how much Taehyung looked like he wanted to get out of there, so he let it go.

“Well.. fine. Just know you can always talk to me, alright?” Joon said as he watched him get in his car, meeting Taehyung’s dimmed eyes for a split second before the latter drove away, far too fast for a school zone.

With a sigh, Namjoon brushed off their encounter for the moment being and made his way into the familiar doors. He’d forgotten his basketball uniform in his locker, and it was safe to say, it was time for a deep cleaning.

Just as he was about to make his way downstairs, he took notice of Jungkook.

“Kook!” He called out, waiting to meet him at the top.

“What are you doing here?” Namjoon didn’t fail to notice Jungkook’s small limp, hesitating whether or not to ask him about it.

“I saw Tae leaving as well, he was pissed off— wait a minute,” The Captain’s eyes widened, “you guys didn’t get into a fight, right? Is that why you’re limping?”

Nine times out of ten, Joon was the one who broke off their stupid arguments. It wouldn’t surprise him if things had actually gotten out of hand this time around.

Jungkook tensed, looking up at Namjoon with surprise. He quickly straightened his posture, ''Hi, I uh...'' He's never been a good liar, but he knows he couldn't tell anybody about this. Could he? Should he? No fucking way, Taehyung would literally strangle him to death. Jungkook's eyes flickered between Namjoon's before nodding hurriedly, ''Yeah, we got into a fight, it was nothing,'' He bounced on his leg a little, gritting his teeth to endure the small pain jolting through him, pretending his body is fine, ''I'm fine. I uh, I have to go now, so.. '' He shifted his weight between his feet, muscles in his legs aching as he just wanted to get away, starting to walk past Namjoon as he grips the strap of his backpack harder.

Namjoon let out one of his ‘shocked, but not surprised’ sighs, “Just ignore each other, how hard can it be?”

He mumbled, rubbing at his temples in utter frustration.

Joon wanted to say more, but Jungkook insisted he had to go.

So, he pressed his lips together, knowing he tended to overstep in people’s personal problems. It was a little flaw of his, but really he just wanted to help.

“Alright well.. see you tomorrow.” Namjoon waved the younger off, waiting until Kook was out of sight to do all of his pondering.

With a light shrug of his shoulders, Namjoon stayed put for one more second before making his way downstairs.

He just needed to remind himself to talk to Taehyung and Jungkook tomorrow morning, more like scold them.

Joon couldn’t have two of his best players take their anger out on each other, not when a big game was near.

Plus, they were his friends, so part of him worried about their own safety.

Jungkook was exhausted, and he had no car, so he sighed loudly as he opted to simply walk towards his place. It wasn't terribly far, but a good 20 minute walk. Actually, with a limp, make it 30...

As he finally made it home, he threw the backpack on the floor, and laid down on his stomach on the bed with a grunt. He had no energy left, but yet his mind went on to think about Taehyung. Where was he now? What was he up to? Did he think about him too? What the fuck is going to happen from now on...

Namjoon on the other hand, had gone through the lockers to grab his forgotten clothes, but also making sure nobody forgot anything. As he made his way towards the door to get out of there, he almost slipped, catching himself last second, ''What the hell..''

Joon looked down on his feet, a sticky mess stuck to the sole of his shoe, smeared along the floor in a small puddle. He crouched down, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. He took off his shoe to wash it, and before putting it under the tap water he smelled it and scrunched his nose, making a face, ''What the fuck is thi-'' His eyes widen when he realized exactly what it is, it's fucking cum. He washes it off, luckily he's got a very strong stomach, not easily disgusted by the liquid itself. However, he was wondering why the hell it was there in the first place. He pondered for a long while as he cleaned it up, being the way he is, and took his things and started leaving. His mind would rewind to when he met Taehyung earlier, he had just left the practice hall... Just moments before Jungkook, ''No way...''

He countered himself, but before he knew it, he had connected the dots for a possible scenario. So, Taehyung did not want to talk about something he was upset over, and Jungkook was limping, obviously in a hurry to leave... And then there was cum on the floor. Namjoon felt dizzy, rubbing his neck as he blinked several times, ''So they weren't fighting?''

Taehyung dreaded going home; he despised stepping into an environment that, in fact, didn’t feel like home at all. But, the more he drove further away from the school, the anger in his mind not having quite evaporated into nothingness yet, Tae figured ‘home’ was his only option.

He just prayed his deadbeat of a father wasn’t there, or if he was, that he wasn’t drowning his liver with one alcoholic beverage after the other.

It was a long shot, but the boy could hope.

After countless road rage moments later, Taehyung managed to pull up to his driveway without a single scratch.

Considering what happened last time, this was great news.

That reminded Tae, he needed to get his left view mirror replaced. It’s been a couple of days that he’d driven without it.

His heartbeat began to pound wildly against his ribcage after stepping foot into the medium-sized house, asking himself if he was the only one home.

Well, Taehyung guessed there was only one way to find out. Shutting the door behind him and carelessly letting his bag drop to the ground, the latter’s sharp eyes carefully raked around the living room, glad to see it was left untouched.

Then, for the biggest test of all, he opened up the refrigerator door.

Yes. The pack of beers were still in tact.

Without thinking twice about it, Taehyung reached for a bottle. He /needed/ some alcohol, having grown tired of thinking too much into things. Maybe this way he’ll learn to loosen up, his head hurt like a bitch.

For the remaining of time, Tae spent it up in his room, mindlessly browsing through his social media while occasionally downing the cold beer in his hand.

Sooner than he expected, the day’s light no longer peaked through the curtain cracks, and Taehyung couldn’t tell if it was because of the light alcohol in his system, or his inner fear of what could happen, but his finger found itself hovering above Jungkook’s contact.

Being a part of the basketball team, everyone was told to exchange numbers on the first day.

Namjoon made him and Kook cooperate, and now Taehyung might actually have an excuse to use it.

[Taehyung]: JK, don’t tell anyone about what happened, got it?...Use some panthenol on your butt, I read somewhere it should help with the pain or whatever.

Taehyung hesitated whether or not to include the last part, but he couldn’t be bothered to question himself anymore, so he pressed ‘send’.

Jungkook was laying in his bed when the phone chimed, groaning lightly as he stretched out to reach for the device laying on the floor next to his bed. When he saw the contact name, he coughed as he almost choked on his own breath, and out of reflex he threw the phone across the room, “Oh fuck...”

He was anxious, not knowing what this text would contain. It could be anything! What if he told him to never fucking come back to practice? Or that he’s going to kill him!... or.. something else?

Jungkook sighed as he got up off the bed, slowly walking over to fish his phone back into his hands that were shaking as he unlocked the screen.

“Don’t tell anyone about what happened...” he read it out loud to himself, and he felt like his chest tightened. Of course he’d say that. But, he didn’t say it couldn’t happen again.. he didn’t say to fuck off out of his life forever.

He read the ending of the text and almost felt like his lips were twitching into a dumb smile, because it was so unlike Taehyung to sound like he almost cared about him. Or at least his ass.

Jungkook hovered over the texting pad before he started to tap at the screen,

[JK]: Got it. But you didn’t say we should stop.. p.s thx for the butt tip.

Jungkook cringed at his own text, but was too tired at this point to overthink it as he tapped the send button. He had to know, or his soul would disintegrate. He already wanted more, and he hated himself for it. Why would he fall in love with the most emotionally blocked person on earth! Jungkook sighed with a frustrated groan following before throwing his head into a pillow to scream out his overwhelming feelings.

With a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, and toothbrush still in his mouth, Taehyung had just gotten out of the shower when he heard his phone’s familiar chime on the bedside table. Unable to put off his curiosity for after he was done getting ready for bed, Tae carelessly jumped onto his mattress, reaching over for the device before taking a look at who it was.

‘JK’

He felt that all knowing sensation of tightness in his chest, anxiety piercing through his veins. But, deciding that he wasn’t a pussy, Taehyung quickly tapped on the younger’s message.

After reading over it multiple times, he found himself still at a loss for words.

Honestly, Taehyung didn’t know what kind of response he was expecting from Jungkook.

Perhaps something like, ‘Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone, let’s forget about it.’

That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.

But what he didn’t expect to read was what he received, and his body language proved that. His shoulders were tense, and his jaw was locked in place.

Tae ran a hand through his damp hair, repeating Kook’s words in his head.

‘But you didn’t say we should stop..’

What the fuck kind of dumbassery was that? And why wasn’t Taehyung opposed to the idea of it?

..Why couldn’t he stop thinking about it ever since he got home?

It got to the point where every time he looked down at his dick, he would be reminded of Jungkook.

God, his whimpers..

Taehyung was definitely out of it, surely the beer had something to do with it.

“Fuck.” He groaned out loud, closing his eyes for a moment.

He should just forget about it, pretend it never happened..

But something told him that was easier said than done.

Throwing his phone to the side, Taehyung decided he’d thought enough for one day, mind starting to blank every few seconds because of it.

He needed to sleep it off, and hopefully by tomorrow morning, everything would just blow off.

Shit, he was already dreading having to face Jungkook at practice, but it was a given.

Jungkook kept glancing over at his phone from time to time, sighing when he realizes that Tae wasn't going to answer him. He wasn't surprised though, why would he? This was a lot, he should've just said something else, anything, that wasn't putting their entire dynamic on the table. But he had to do it. He couldn't not do it... After a while, Jungkook's eyes felt heavy, burying his face into his pillow until he fell asleep, still replaying the way Tae's skin felt on his.

A/N: Surprise! This is part one of a series co-written with @velvetwicebang, (whom also made the banner!) this is a DM rp we’ve had going on for a while and I really wanted to share it(and keep it for myself to re read) because their writing is just too amazing!

Also, this is NOT Yandere! This is vastly different from my other content, but I hope many of you will love it either way.

#fic: Love maze #bts smut #bts high school au #taekook fic #taekook smut #bts mxm #vkook smut

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ficauthor · 4 years ago

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Stark Contrast

Jimmy neutron fanfiction? in 2020? on my blog? more likely than you think.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30911564

Pairing: none lol

Warnings: panic attack, Cindy has a mental breakdown on Judy.

Summary: It had been picking at her for ages, the differences between her and Jimmy's parents. The way that Jimmy’s parents blindly supported Jimmy's interests in the sciences and experiments while her own expected things from her. But she always pushed it away, kept the thoughts on it shallow. Finally, however, in a way that wasn't superficial she was able to see every gritty detail. And equally appreciate and hate the stark contrast.

Jimmy's body felt oppressive and overwhelming for Cindy, they'd been swapped for just over two weeks and Cindy had already hated it from moment one. Her peers laughed at both her and Jimmy, not knowing the situation but still aware that there must be some kind of competition going on between them. No one ever understood what was going on between them, their dynamic was weird to say the least. But the way that their peers jumped over concern immediately to derision was jarring. The teachers were concerned for her and Jimmy but in the way that made it clear that they did not want to deal with the paperwork anymore than they had to. worst of all was Jimmy's parents. She wanted to hate them, she really did, every time she walked past them or did something, they said affirming statements. Throwing around "son" "young man" and all sorts of other statements that were swallowing Cindy whole. She was always moments from crying. She knew they couldn't know that their son really wasn't their son right now, but it still made her skin crawl to hear those words. But regardless she could not hate them. Despite how much she wanted desperately to hate them for calling her those things she couldn't because she understood. Jimmy was in the same situation. Their overbearing constant use and reminder of Jimmy being a boy was their version of support. It just made her feel hollow inside. Like she was being scooped out with a melon baller like a pumpkin on Halloween. Her parents loved her. She knew that. but they never got it like Jimmy's parents did for him. There was always this underlying expectation for her to be a certain way, act a certain way, carry herself with certain poise others didn't have to. Cindy sighed as she laid down on Jimmy’s bed. She wanted her room back, her life back. Most of all she wanted her body back. A creeping desire to rend her skin off of her lurked at all times, but she doubted Jimmy would appreciate her violating his body like that. She wanted her life back. She wanted to talk to Libby again in the halls freely. She wanted to make fun of the guys and have back her normal rivalry with Jimmy. No more long days in detention followed by hiding it from the Neutrons while also trying to get back at Jimmy for whatever he did with her body last. Goddard curled up next to her. He wasn't her Humphrey, but his metal was less cold than she expected, and he wasn't stupid. He knew she wasn't his master. And Goddard knew that she was Cindy, but he was nice to her regardless, and he helped her out regardless. "Do you think I'll ever get back to normal Goddard?" she asked him as she absentmindedly scratched him under the chin. He barked in affirmation. "Thanks, Goddard, at least you can believe for me." Goddard made a weird sort of cross between a whimper and a comforting noise as he snuggled up into her arms. "Thanks," she whispered. They laid there for a moment silently. If she closed her eyes it was almost possible for her to imagine everything was normal. If she focused just hard enough she could convince hers- "James Isaac Neutron!" Cindy cringed as Judy Neutron called. Cindy detangled herself from the bed and Goddard and made her way downstairs. "Yes?" "Explain these detentions, young man." Cindy opened and closed her mouth wordlessly; she didn't know what to do what to say. Her own parents would have grounded her by now. Heck, maybe she was grounded already. She didn't know how Jimmy would react in this situation. maybe he'd lie more? or admit to it? but she didn't know, she just wanted to cry, her skin crawled all the time, she was in a house that wasn't her own in a body that wasn't her own, being called a name and having pronouns that weren't hers used. And she couldn't breathe. Her face was hot, her eyes stinging. No not her face, not her eyes. Jimmy's, that thought just made the drowning feeling more intense. She opened her mouth again to say something. Words wouldn’t get out, couldn't get out. Air bubbled up in her throat as she strained to get a syllable out instead a broken sob came out. "Jimmy?" Judy's voice was so soft, so concerned. she was so gentle and kind in her tone. it was so, so Different from her mother. Sasha vortex was not kind and soft, understanding like Judy neutron was. She was a strick woman, the kind of woman that expected perfection at the most difficult of tasks she held cindy at the highest of standards. Piano had to be practiced daily. She whined at the thought of how much she must have degraded skill wise since the swap. She had to be the best in karate, play with the best, beat the best, be the best. There was no room for mistakes if she miss-stepped for a moment, faltered for a fraction of a second it was clear that she was be practicing for longer, more hors would be poured into the kicks, more money spent on more aggressive totours. Worst of all was science and math classes. She at least had an edge on neutron in english, he didnt like metaphors, couldnt understand them. But math? Science? Jerk excelled in those, they where is bread and butter, he did them as easily as he breathed. Judy wrapped her arms around Cindy gently rocking her while making soothing noises. Cindy was choking on her own spit and snot now as tears fell fast and hot down her face. She could feel her face, Jimmy’s face heat up and flush. She sniffled into the older woman's shoulder for who knows how long before Judy backed up and brushed the fallen strands of hair out of Cindy's face. "Now why don't you tell me what's going on?” her voice was so gentle so kind,” You haven't been acting like yourself lately at all. You're father and I are worried. You asked for more chores, made all sorts of strange demands, you cringe at the sound of your name sometimes it's like you’re not yoursel-" Judy cut herself off her eyes wide. Pieces seeming to fall into place for her. "Did Jimmy do some sort of experiment and swap bodies with someone?" Cindy sniffed as she nodded. "Well you can't be Carl or Sheen, neither of them would- Cindy Vortex?" New hot tears spilled out. Relief overwhelmed her at just hearing an adult, someone other than Jimmy or his friends say her name. "Y-yeah." "Come here honey let's go to the living room, then you can explain." Cindy's shoulders dropped the tension slinking out. An explanation, but the way she asked for it was, not demanding, not like Cindy needed to. It was- a request. Cindy's breath caught in her lungs at the realization. Never, never had her parents ever asked for an explanation for her actions. Especially when Jimmy Neutron was envolved. They either did not listen to her and spent their time punishing her and listening to the adults near the situation, or they demanded to know what happened. Not why it happened never why, it didn’t matter she was already in trouble she knew that early on. But they certainly made it clear that they wanted all the details. They were sitting on the living room couch now. Cindy waited, she waited for Judy to make a comment, ask a question. anything. But she just waited. "An invention went haywire and now we're both stuck in each other's bodies. He said it wasn’t supposed to do this, that he just wanted to read my mind to see if I was going to prank him." Cindy chanced a glance at Judy, her parents never liked when she did such things. But Judy’s expression remained calm. “He really shouldn’t be violating your thoughts like that, I’ll talk to him about it later. Now please, continue?” "And- I-," she took in a shaky breath," No one in town really knows this except my parents and Libby- I mean some other people know but no one has really brought it up in a really long time and I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't remember but-" Judy places a hand on Cindy's shoulder. Cindy took in a steadier breath," I'm trans, Like Jimmy is but in the opposite way. and my parents let me take hormone blockers and socially changed my name and pronouns. But this entire time I've been here you both have been calling me Jimmy and my par-" Cindy broke into tears again, the emotions to much for her to handle," I know they love me; I know they do, but-" she looked up at Judy who looked at her almost, heartbroken," they- they aren't as accepting, aren't as-" Judy's face fell as Cindy's voice died off. "Oh sweetheart," she Hugged Cindy again enveloping her in warmth and the gentle smell of vanilla and car oil. The dam broke at that. She rambled on and on. About her parent's unfair standards for her. About how it felt always being second fiddle to Jimmy especially with her parent's expectations. Some of her extended relatives’ reaction to her coming out. She just spilled it all put in the open for Judy to look at and examine and do with as she pleased. But Cindy couldn't be bothered by being that vulnerable with the woman. It was different somehow. Okay in the kind of way it never was with her parents. "I actually used to be friends with Carl and Sheen believe it or not," Cindy said with a laugh. It been hours since the conversation had started now. "Before I- well it was before you guys moved in. I don't know if they remember." Judy shook her head," those two are sweet boys, but not very bright I'm afraid." Cindy choked out a laugh," yeah." They sat there in silence, Judy comforting Cindy. "If you want though dear," Judy said finally," to ever talk to me after you and Jimmy get switched back feel free too." "You mean it?" "Of course, I do." Cindy smiled, it had been picking at her for ages, the differences between her and Jimmy's parents. The way that Jimmy’s parents blindly supported Jimmy's interests in the sciences and experiments while her own expected things from her. But she always pushed it away, kept the thoughts on it shallow. Finally, however, in a way that wasn't superficial she was able to see every gritty detail. And equally appreciate and hate the stark contrast.

#My Writing #Trans! Jimmy Neutron #Trans! Cindy Vortex #this fandom may be dead but im not #this is also for the three people who read the last fic #this is for you babes and its only gonna get more specific #also yeah this is linked to you can erase memories but not love #but like losely the kind of way that your first time watching tv and graduation are linked like they happened but not a big thro line

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dmcdrabbles · 6 years ago

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I didn’t intend for it to get like 1.3k words but I hope you folks will forgive me for this slightly longer than normal spiciness u3u

And tumblr has now become allergic to doing readmores on asks so I guess this is how I’m uploading these from now on

Me (2:30 a.m.): Hey Dante Me (2:30 a.m.): Are you awake?

You squeeze your eyes shut and hesitate a moment. It was really late at night, maybe you shouldn’t– but then it had already been a week since the last time you and Dante were able to speak, right? He had to be hoping for a message too, right?

You click send before you can talk yourself out of it, pressing your phone to your chest. The second it touches your skin it buzzes with a notification. You jolt with it, fumbling to unlock it and open your messages.

Dante (2:30 a.m.): Tfdddfff

You roll your eyes and snort, affection blooming in your chest.

Me (2:31 a.m.): Uh, I’m guessing that’s a “kinda”

A moment passes, then another. You were half expecting another response, but Dante’s probably falling back asleep. Best get to business. You click into your photo gallery, browse through the pictures you took earlier. If you didn’t have at least one thing prepared, you knew you’d lose your nerve- you hadn’t exactly done this before…

You select your favorite picture of the set. The shot starts just at your half cheeky, half shy smile- a smile that says it knows the way Dante’s eyes will trail slowly down to your breasts, cupped and pushed up to full advantage by the delicate red lace of your new lingerie set. You squeeze your eyes shut again and desperately try to send it like that, fumbling to press the arrow without having to look. You only know you’ve sent it when your phone buzzes with the reply.

Me (2:40 a.m.): <Image Sent>

Dante (2:40 a.m.): oh damn

Me (2:40 a.m.): That got you up fast!

Dante (2:41 a.m.): you have no idea Dante (2:41 a.m.): you look damn good in that Dante (2:41 a.m.): is it new?

Me (2:42 a.m.): I bought it like a week ago, it was supposed to be a surprise for when you came back home :/

Dante (2:42 a.m.): sorry babe Dante (2:42 a.m.): didnt mean for this mission to go on so long

Me (2:42 a.m.): I miss you

Dante (2:43 a.m.): i miss you too babe Dante (2:43 a.m.): you feeling a little frustrated? Dante (2:43 a.m.): i can help you out if you want

Despite yourself, you feel your cheeks burn up. You initiated this and yet he still finds a way to make you blush about it.

Me (2:44 a.m.): Wow, how brave

Dante (2:45 a.m.): answering your booty calls is serious work but someone has to do it Dante (2:46 a.m.): speaking of which Dante (2:46 a.m.): is that top part of a matching set?

You snort and shimmy up the bed, leaning on your side against the headboard. You open your camera and snap another picture- a shot down the length of your legs and a generous peek at the curve of your ass.

Me (2:50 a.m.): <Image Sent>

Me (2:57 a.m.): Dante? You still there?

Dante (3:00 a.m.): damn, just damn Dante (3:01 a.m.): have i ever mentioned how much i love you in thigh highs?

Me (3:02 a.m.): Once or twice maybe~ Me (3:02 a.m.): You always shred them whenever I try to wear them in bed

Dante (3:03 a.m.): what can I say, babe Dante (3:03 a.m.): you just have this effect on me Dante (3:04 a.m.): <Image Received>

You stop typing your response, eyebrows flicking up in surprise as you sink down into the bed. You click on the icon to download the picture. After a torturous couple of seconds, it pops up.

Oh. You’d recognize that body anywhere. It’s a selfie kind of shot, framing Dante from chest to thighs. His shirt is pulled up at the middle- he’s holding it up by his teeth, letting you get an eyeful of his muscled torso, flexed taut. Show-off. Your eyes travel down his treasure trail to where he’s squeezing his length through his pants. He’s so hard already that you can see the full outline of it.

“Oh shit,” You whisper, digging your nails into your leg thoughtlessly.

Dante (3:08 a.m.): haha Dante (3:08 a.m.): earth to Y/N Dante (3:09 a.m.): gonna leave me hanging now that ive shown you the goods?

Me (3:10 a.m.): Goods? You’re being stingy.

You roll onto your back and slide your hand into your panties, fingers immediately diving to rub your clit. You gasp, knees twitching- damn, you’re already sensitive. You line up your camera, take a shot at the way your hand disappears under your waistband.

Me (3:12 a.m.): I thought you said you would help me out?

Dante (3:13 a.m.): sgow yoy mine if you show mr yourx

Me (3:13 a.m.): Lol you okay there?

Dante (3:14 a.m.): typing with one hand is hadr

You giggle, slide your panties down a couple of inches and take another picture.

Me (3:15 a.m.): <Image Sent> Me (3:15 a.m.): Show me yours?

Dante (3:16 a.m.): god damn Dante (3:16 a.m.): just you wait until i get home Dante (3:17 a.m.): <Image Received>

You click the image and as it downloads, notifications of Dante’s messages keep popping up.

Dante (3:17 a.m.): sit on my face and im gonna have a feast Dante (3:17 a.m.): bedroom, office, wherever

Dante’s picture opens and your face burns. Show you his indeed. It’s a shot from his point of view. His shirt is still rolled up but now his pants are open and he’s got his hand wrapped around his cock, on full display and shameless. You rub your palm against yourself and buck into it, moan bubbling up your chest. You slip your fingers in, working yourself slowly.

Me (3:18 a.m.): dante, more

Dante (3:19 a.m.): then im really gonna make up for lost time Dante (3:20 a.m.): you just tell me how you want it Dante (3:20 a.m.): and we see how many times i can make you come in one night

You bury your face in your pillow, squirming down against your hand. God, why didn’t you think about texting him like this before? Would’ve helped with plenty of lonely nights.

You try to type out a response but your hand trembles and you drop your phone, and to hell with it- you press the CALL button. He picks up on the first ring, and you tuck the phone against your shoulder as you try to rub your clit in time with your thrusts.

“B-” He starts, before you rudely cut him off with a moan. Then he’s laughing a little into his side of the phone, voice husky. “That doing it for you, babe?”

“K-keep talking!” You squeak, legs twitching with how close you are.

“Wish I could be there to see you come,” He pants into the reciever, “You always get so desperate, clawing me up like crazy and fucking yourself on my cock. It’s amazing.”

“Dante..!”

“I’ve been thinking about it every night since I got h-here…” He growls a little and you can tell he’s on the brink too. His voice drops down a lower tone. “C'mon, let me hear you come.”

You tumble over with a gasp and the phone slides off your shoulder onto the bed as you curl up, moaning Dante’s name over and over as you squeeze around your fingers.

It feels like it takes hours before you’re steady enough to grab your phone.

“Dante…?” You pant.

“Hey babe,” He chuckles, sounding just as winded as you. “Glad to hear you’re back.”

“S-sorry, I uh. Dropped the phone.”

“Did you? You were so loud I didn’t notice.”

“Dante!” You squeak, face heating up again. You can just hear the smirk in his voice.

“I’ll be back in a few days, call you before I’m heading out.” He hums a little. “Maybe you can give me a replay in person.”

#dd extra spicy #dante x reader #anon #request #also I never know when I should be uploading spicy shit?#should i leave it until way later at night?

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keigoaizawaslut · 6 years ago

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~I hate that I love you~

Oneshot

Loki x avenger reader

summary: tired of Loki being a cocky little shit the reader finally decides to take it into her on hands.

WARNINGS- it takes a mintue to get there but I promise its worth it lol SMUTTTT, kinky sex, rough sex, NASTY THINGS😏

Song inspo- Bruno Mars -Gorillas

I reallyy suggest you give it a listen when getting to the smut parts😉

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The God of Mischief, everything about the idiot made you want to choke him. His tall intimidating height and marvelously sculpted body. His beautiful soft long black hair that you wanted to tangle your fingers in along with piercing green-blue eyes and sharp dominant facial features that decorated his stupidly handsome face. Everything about Loki made you extremely hot and bothered in all the best and worst ways. You hated his guts but you so desperately wanted him in yours.

One minute you want jump him and fuck the god so hard he forgets his name but other times you want to pick him up and throw him over the Stark Tower its like you hated that you loved the god so much. To make matters worst the cocky little shit knew the affect he had on you. Though you would never admit that he actually had an affect on you he knew somehow and you hated it. The teasing was nonstop and he knew just how to get under your skin. The light touches and hot unholy whispers in your ear nearly drove you insane. Loki took pride in making you suffering knowing that you'd never do anything about it...or so he thought.

After a few bottles of liquid encouragement you had convinced yourself it was time to put a stop to his stupidity and came up with the most perfect idea your drunk mind could think of. You decided to fight fire with fire and you so desperately wanted to be burnt. You were going to seduce the Mischievous god and see just how much he could handle what he put you through. A taste of his own medicine.

The next morning you started planning. Quickly getting dressed and making your way to the living room only to run into Natasha. "Where are you off to so quickly Y/N?" she asked giving u a suspicious look. Knowing you could never lie to the assassin you told her your plan and made her swear on her life to not tell anyone else especially Thor. He a nice lovable guy but damn the man can gossip and if it gets to him the whole world would know.

"Well thank god your finally doing something about it. Bout time you do something about all your pent up sexual frustration" she says as she laughs as you glare at her and quickly grab some keys and head out the door.

Sighing as you make your way into the small lingerie shop you go in before you could change your mind about the plan. Walking through the store you quickly find the little number you're looking for. With a devious and proud smile you make your way to the counter to buy your items spotting a pair of handcuffs behind the counter. "Could you throw those in too" you shyly ask the store clerk who stares at you for a bit but happily grabs them and scans your remaining items.

After finishing your small shopping trip you quickly shot Nat a text to make sure Loki's not home. When she confirmed he was out on a mission with Thor and wouldn't be back till around midnight you smiled and quickly made your way back home the plan going perfectly.

Making your through the house as discreetly as you could with the bags you were carrying you hastily made your way to Loki's room picking the look with magic and entered the clean and pristine room. You'd been in there a few times before but never really took in all the details. His room was huge, dark green walls were decorated with books and large king size bed with the most delicate of black silk sheets and and nightstand on either side. His large windows were covered with green and black curtains blocking out the moonlight with a large desk right by it. You had guessed it was for this research and reading. It was truly something fit for a prince.

Looking at your watch seeing it was already around 9 you got to work. Grabbing your bag you emptyed all its belongings onto the bed. Picking up the steel handcuffs you placed them on the headboard knowing they were going to be a fun tool you would use later. Next you laid out the little number you got from the shop smirking knowing your were going to drive the god crazy with it. The green and black set would surely get all of his undivided attention with a long black silk to finishing off the look. Laying it all out on the bed you took out a box of condoms and a few other small things. Grabbing the set you quickly head to the gods bathroom to shower and prep for a night you've honestly been waiting for.

Getting out of the shower after shaving and exfoliating you quickly dried off and started on your hair but in the end you decided to leave it down in it natural curls and settled for a tad bit of lip gloss and mascara. Getting dressed and hastily putting your robe on you looked at your phone to see it was 11:50. Getting a little excited as Loki should be here any minute you exited the bathroom and after spraying a tad of prefume laid in the king size bed waiting for the prince to enter.

Loki knew something was slightly off. Looking for you to pick with and tease only to realized you weren't here. Sighing a bit sadly he made his way to his room. Though he wouldnt admit it Loki knew had falling for you but he didnt have to nerve to tell you worried of scaring you away so he just acted like a asshole to push you away from him instead.

Unlocking his door and entering his dark room he automatically knew he wasn't alone. Pulling out a dagger he felt around his room to find the light switch only to be blown completely away but what he saw when they turnt on.

"Hi Loki" you say seductively as you sat on the edge of bed legs wide open for him to see. "I-um..Y/N" he says still in shock but quickly trying to regain his dominant and confident persona. "What's wrong love? what happened to that sliver tongue of yours hmm?" you questioned confidently standing from the bed and making your way over to him. Running a finger down his strong chest you looked up at the god knowing completely what you were doing to him by the bulge in his pants. " Y/N if you continue with your actions I will have no choice but to ravish you on every piece of furniture in this room" he says in such a deep voice you can feel your panties getting wetter as every word slips from his lips.

" That was the plan my king" you purr seductively into his ear as you watch his eyes darken with lust. Smirking he says "I did not know you had it in you kitten I'm impressed" Pulling you into a rough but passionate kiss Loki's hands roamed all down your body caressing each and every curve along the way. Roughly grabbing your ass making you moan in the process allowing Loki's tongue to enter your mouth easily over powering yours. As your hands tangle in his soft hair you slowly break off the kiss but not before nipping at the gods bottom lip. Grabbing his hand and leading him to the king size bed you pushed him onto the bed and slowly and seductively crawled on top.

Sitting in the gods lap making you both groan as his leather covered bugle got harder underneath your dripping sex. You kissed him again slowly but just as rough as the first while your hands made quick work of his amour and shirt throwing it across the room. " Lay down" you say dominantly taking the god off guard but he complied slowly laying his head against the soft pillows. Grabbing his hands one by one you cuffed them to each side of the headborad the mischievous god too turned on to protest so he let you eager to see what you had in store for him.

Getting off of him you walked to the center of the room knowing Loki was watching you added a tad bit more sway to your hips. Turning around you slowly let your robe drop from your shoulders letting the god see completely what you had to offer him. Loki groaned loud as he took you in completely eyes slowly raking down your whole body making you hotter by the minute.

“Stop the torture love, Come and sit on my face” He said in such a deep lustful voice you almost came undone right then and there. Not needing to be told twice you quickly made your way over to the bed climbing on top of the god making your way to hover just above his face. Moving your panties aside for the god he got right to work sucking harshly on you clit and tasting everything you had to offer. His groans sending vibrations through you heated core making you legs shake a bit moaning loudly knowing you werent going to last long. Feeling strong arms around your hips holding you in place you gasp. Realizing Loki broke the cuffs but to far gone in ecstasy to care anymore. "Ahh Loki...please" you pleaded feeling a all too familiar coil in your stomach. "Please what love" Loki asked in between small slow licks on your dripping wet core pushing you closer to the edge with lick of his tongue. " ohh make me cum Loki..please" before you even finished your sentences completely you were on your back Loki's head still in between your slighty shaky legs. Gasping as he went back to work while entering two long fingers inside of you his tongue expertly drawing figured 8's on you clit. You were seeing stars as your hands worked there way into Loki's hair slightly tugging and pulling here and there. Feeling his fingers pick up pace you couldn't take it anymore finally letting go as Loki lapped up all your juices not missing a drop. " By the Gods darling you taste even better then you look" Loki said as he made his way back up your body lips connecting instantly.

Loki stood from the bed not breaking the kiss grabbing by the thighs to pick up your legs immediately wrapping around his waist moan as you feel his cock press against your sensitive core. He walked you over to his desk and letting you down carefully. "Turn around" he said not asking but telling you but you didnt mind as you did as you were told. Bending you over the desk Loki pressed himself flush against you. "You see what you've caused love. You did this to me and now we're going to take care of it" his words doing nothing but making your wet cunt quake with excitement and you couldn't do anything but just moan in response. Hearing his belt unbuckle and pants fall to the ground you bit your lip in anticipation.

Gripping your hair not enough to hurt you but enough to make you know he was in charge Loki pressed his now bare cock between your pantie covered folds teasing you relentlessly. " I am going to ruin you for any other man Y/N. In fact there'll never be another man. You are mines" Loki whispers hotly into your ear making your hips move involuntarily grinding into his cock. Laying you back down on the desk Loki slowly makes work of your panties and bra getting rid of both throwing them somewhere. "God you're a work of art" Loki groans as he kisses down your back hand leading his throbbing cock towards your core.

Roughly and quickly Loki was fully inside of you in a instant. Pushing your hips back letting him know to move he pulled almost completely out before slamming back into your pussy setting a ungodly pace. Gripping the desk as he pounded into you so vigorously you gasp and moaned as you felt and stinging on your ass cheek. " You like that dont you kitten? You like when I'm being rough with you? fucking you so hard that you can barely speak?" Loki groaned gripping your hair giving your ass another smack. "ahhh.....Yes Lokii" you felt that coil again knowing you were about to cum.

".Fuck.. Loki" you moaned loudly surely everyone in the house heard but honestly you didn't give a damn. "Thats right love scream my name. Let everyone know who makes you feel this good. Who your body desires at night. Who fucks you like no other man ever will. Say it." he groans loudly thrusting into at a crucial pace. "You Loki....ahh..nobody else but you" you say as your legs start to shake .

"Im gonna cum" for the second time tonight you feel you cunt tighten ready to release again. "Cum for me darling. cum for Your King" Loki said as his hand found their way to your breast gripping them and slowly rolling your nipples between his fingers finishing you off as you came hard tighten around his cock triggering Loki's orgasm to follow right behind yours sending thick hot ropes of cum into your core.

Picking you up and carrying you to bed Loki went into the bathroon getting a warm towel to clean you both off and slide into bed next to you."Hey" you smiled brightly at the god next to you. "Hello love" he replied causing you both to laugh a bit. "You know I meant what I said about you being mines. I dont want to share you with with anyone else Y/N" Loki spoke lightly almost shy."I wouldn't have it any other way my love" you smiled brightly at him giving him a small kiss. Wrapping his strong arms around you, sleep fell upon you both quickly for it was the first time you both went to sleep truly happy in a long time.

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allforthecourtt · 6 years ago

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rereading aftg with my dumbass opinions pt. 2 (tfc chapters 6-10)

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

look guys! its the highly unanticipated continuation of my reread of aftg!

chapter 6 (aka. meet this MESS of a team)

“My mother's family is French." It was a lie that probably had his British mother rolling over in her sandy grave.”

neil really never misses an opportunity to remind readers that he fucking buried his mom on the beach huh?

“A liar who practices occasional honesty. Clever. Keeps people guessing. Very effective. I would know. I do it myself, you see. Come on, then. After you.”

have i mentioned how entertaining high andrew is? because he’s funny as hell

also rereading these are fun because Nora is incredible at foreshadowing just sayin

“Neil automatically reached for his seatbelt, but one of the brothers was sitting on it.”

how neil would be in the back of the cousins’ car if they let him:

“You?" Neil said. "You can't." Andrew's smile curved wider. "Ohhh, that sounds like a challenge. Mother may I?" "Your mother's dead. I don't think she cares what you do.”

HO HO HOLY SHIT NEIL

“Starting a fight was too out of character for who he portrayed "Neil” to be, though.”

“Consider this your official invite, you suicidal wretch. I'm bringing you to Columbia with us this Friday.”

awe suicidal wretch... glad they’re starting those pet names early

“I don't drink or dance," Neil said.

andrew: i kno u can

“Kevin doesn't dance anymore”

anymore? ANYMORE??? release the cursed events that led to him not dancing anymore Nora im begging you

“Are you bleeding anywhere?" Matt asked. "Nowhere vital," Neil said.

gskjgnsak god i stan this little asshole so much

“She said it gently, with the hint of a smile on her face, but Neil still felt the rebuke. It was subtler but somehow deadlier”

have i mentioned how gay i am for renee? because im very gay for renee

“Allison looked ready for a photo shoot with perfect platinum curls, spiked heels, and a skintight dress.”

im also gay for allison ngl

“I can move if you want to sit here," Neil said. "No, this is fine." She smiled, but it had a smug edge to it, probably because Seth was glaring at them like he could kill them with willpower alone. ”

lol remember how neil doesn’t think he’s attractive and yet in 0.1 seconds after meeting him allison is like “yes this idiot is hot enough to piss off the other idiot im dating”

“Personal favorite was when someone told the police we were running a meth lab out of the dorm," Dan said sourly. "Police raids are awesome.”

no offence dan but that’s fucking hilarious omg

that’s kind of like the time my residence floor had to get evacuated bc some kids hotboxed their dorm room

god i love uni

“The death threats were creative, though," Nicky said. "Maybe this time they'll follow through and actually kill one of us. Let's vote. I nominate Seth.”

pfffffttttt i love Nicky omg

also hahahahahah foreshadowing!

“It'll be fine," Andrew said. "I promised, didn't I? Don't you believe me?" It took a while, but at last Kevin visibly relaxed. ”

again this is why i thought they were fucking for like the better part of the first two books

“The dead look Kevin turned on Andrew today was the same look Neil saw in his reflection. When Neil stopped acting, when he stopped worrying about who was watching, when he let go of the lies that kept him alive, that was the only expression he could make.”

it’s fine i didnt need a heart anyways

this kid is 18 hes A BABY

the first time i read this i was 18 too and like jfc i was a BABY at 18 and so i neil

“One of us has to make it, Mom." It wasn't going to be Neil. It was obvious he was too stupid to survive without his mother if he let himself get into messes like this. But maybe Kevin could do it.”

sorry let me just wipe my TEARS off my fucking laptop neil honey what the fuck

“He felt distant as he watched them walk in. Maybe he was already dying, his stupid soul fading from his short body in preparation for a brutal end.”

neil we get it you have depression (me too bitch u aint special)

“Fuck running," Seth said.

now that’s a whole ass mood

“he didn't know how Renee could smile so warmly when she was speaking to Andrew.”

haha bitch just wait

“when he slept, he dreamed of his father waiting for him on the Foxhole Court.”

remember how at the end of the series his father is waiting on the court but neil wins??? god we love good storytelling

this is such a fucking wild chapter

could you imagine? coming back from the summer and your first introduction to this amateur from arizona is this neil josten level of sass? because i’d probably kill him

first years are bad enough but first years who dont care about other people’s opinions? the fucking worst

chapter 7 (aka. neil does NOT have a fun night out)

“It seemed Allison and Seth didn't believe in middle ground: either they were slinging vile insults at each other or they were making out in the locker room regardless of whoever might be around.”

that’s just how the straights are

“It reminded Neil a little of Allison and Seth, except without the desperate sexual undertones.”

i’ll just leave this gem of a line here

“His teammates held so little regard for him he didn't even have the dubious honor of being dead last.”

neil shading himself is actually hilarious how relatable

“Neil watched him do it, trying to remember the last time someone gave him a gift and coming up blank. That his first one should be from Andrew was unsettling.”

i actually love the fact that andrew bought him clothes so early on like andrew your gay is showing

“Neil debated how much damage the thick heels of his new boots would do against Andrew's face and liked what his mind came up with.”

i thank god everyday that these books are neil’s pov

“Andrew gave Neil another slow once-over and let go. "We're going.”

^andrew seeing neil w/o contacts (aka. the ‘i can’t think straight’ vine)

“Most of the men wore leather, half the women had corsets, and a good number of both genders were covered in buckles and chains.”

this... is a... gay bar

“Andrew saluted the bouncers on his way by and led the way into the club, bypassing the line entirely.”

i always forget the drinking age in the us is 21 but like this bar really dont care about their liquor license AT ALL lmao

“You think Kevin would risk his future over a night out at the club?" "What future?" Neil asked.”

WOW NEIL WAY TO BE A BITCH

“Neil hadn't seen Aaron get up, but he was waiting behind Neil when Andrew let go. Neil reached for Andrew with lethal intent, but Aaron grabbed the back of his chair and pulled hard enough to topple it over.”

why are the twins literally this gif:

real talk nicky kissing neil like that is horrible and really reflects poorly on nicky as a character

andrew for this entire chapter:

chapter 8 (aka. a hitchhiker’s guide to lying about your identity)

“I don't know how your conversation with Andrew went, but it didn't end well. Rumor has it you paid a busboy a hundred bucks to knock you out. Way to cut our night short.”

this is probably my favourite thing neil does in the entire series ngl

“Wymack grabbed his elbow and hauled him inside. He slowed just long enough to slam the door behind Neil. "Are you stupid or just crazy? Do you have any idea what could have happened to you between here and there? What were you thinking?”

Why does Wymack literally sound like my father?

foxes: daddy?

wymack: DO I LOOK LIKE

follow up:

kevin: daddy?

wymack: uh yeah

“I don't know what the beef is between you two, but it ends here and now.”

Wymack @ neil: tell your boyfriend, if he says he’s got beef that your a vegetarian and your not fucking scared of him

“Then correct me." "Give me a reason." "Besides the obvious?" Andrew said. "If I can't get an answer from you, I'll get it wherever I can.”

andrew:

“I'm—" Neil didn't want to say it, but the word was already there, broken and pathetic between them, "—nothing. I'll always have and be nothing.”

“He wondered for a moment if Andrew could handle the entire truth so calmly, but that was too dangerous and stupid to consider.”

“Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it.”

this is such a good fucking line like i am shooketh

chapter 9 (aka. neil is, like, really horny for exy)

“Are you stupid?" Seth asked. "Yeah," Neil said.”

what a fuckin MOOD

“Neil had almost forgotten why he liked Exy so much. He did his best at practices but these days he worked mostly to keep his teammates off his back. As Neil surveyed Kevin's damage, he finally felt inspired again. On its heels was a hungry, desperate rush.”

“Seth made as if to throw his beer at Neil. "His life is not more important than mine just because he's more talented.”

sometimes i really wish seth was actually given a chance to have some character development

“ "Maybe you're not as stupid as I thought." "Maybe I am," Neil said”

another big fucking MOOD

chapter 10 (aka. shocking: university is hard :/ )

“It's fun telling Kevin no," Andrew said with a wicked grin.”

why is andrew like this omg

betsy probably was like just looking for a chill job and was like “oh cool uni students? ill have to deal with like a lot of anxiety, sexual tension, depression and like confusion about the future, not to bad” but NOPE welcome to the fucking MAFIA WARS

“That wasn't so bad, was it? Andrew was convinced it would be a disaster. He put money on you hating Betsy." "Did you bet against him?" "Yes," Renee said. "It was a private bet between the two of us.”

“I hope you didn't lose much," Neil said.”

god why is he such an asshole at every opportunity i love him

“I can take care of myself," Neil said. "Watch me beam with pride.”

wymack is the best father in the world and you cant convince me otherwise

“There was one for every fall team with schedules printed on each. Neil kept the Exy one, tossed the rest into the trash, and buried his magnet deep in his pocket where he didn't have to look at the dates.”

neil “i only care about exy” josten strikes again with his great school spirit

“Palmetto State was facing Edgar Allan on Friday, October 13th”

that’s such a cliche and i love it

“He detoured around students toward one of Palmetto State's three dining halls. Two were for the general student body. The third was for athletes only”

lmao my school literally has one dining hall and it couldnt give less of a fuck what type of student they’re selling food too as long as they’ll pay $15 for chicken fingers

what kind of money does palmetto state fuckin have

like i get us tuition is a lot but jesus so’s mine and my school couldn’t be less fucked

“It was only the first day of school and he already had three assignments: a short paper, a fifty-page chapter to read, and a page of questions about said chapter. Neil debated for a minute as to which one sounded least painful. Five minutes later he was still uninspired, so he put his head down on his desk.”

1. MOOD

2. first years are so cute thinking that’s a lot of assignments i remember in first year being like “i have to read 40 pages thats so unfair :(” and now i’m like “ah sick only 200 pgs of readings this week? im gonna have so much free time!”

upper year history sucks ngl

“I'm fine," Neil said.”

neil knows exactly two (2) words and those are it

“You say that an awful lot," Matt said. "I'm starting to think you don't know what it means.”

overall thoughts:

the plot is pickinnnng upppp

i kind of forget how much world building happens in the first book but like its good

also i love neil literally hating everyone its so funny bc like bby these going to be your best friends just wait

anyways that’s all for now

part 3 will be the rest of tfc and then we’ll move onto trk if you guys still want more of this? let me know

love u all bye

#rereading aftg

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haikyuu-imagines-and-others · 6 years ago

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WHAT A FUN IDEA! I would like to request Oikawa for 7 minutes in heaven and/or Kuroo for spin the bottle! If either of these boys have already been suggested just ignore. I just wanted to add them as a request for this fun prompt. I Look forward to seeing any and all characters requested that you write! As well as any other request because darling you are a phenomenal writer and I adore your writings 💕keep up the great work!

Lol well I did get Kuroo taken care of - I’ll link him below Oikawa’s BUT!!! I haven’t done an Oikawa one yet! You are an absolute delight, love - when I read your request I pretty much smiled all day - I’m so thankful you enjoy my writing

Oikawa Tooru: 7 Minutes in Heaven

Were you lucky? Not in the least.

Were you great at making it seem like lucky chance? Hell yes.

You’d called all your friends over to your place for a party. A friend of yours being Matsukawa, who knew the young man you’d had your eye set on for a while now… Oikawa Tooru. And of course Mattsun knew this, and Makki, and Iwaizumi. Though the latter didn’t really seem to care all that much in who you were interested in as much as the first two, he still helped play wingman when he could.

It was plainly obvious to everyone looking in that you had the biggest, cutest, awkward crush on the one guy that every girl in university had a crush on.

Did you care? Not in the least.

Though your plan had a specific start time you wanted - not until halfway through the game. Not yet. The bottle had already been spun by everyone in the group at least twice. You’d ended up in the closet with Kuroo, who only seemed to throw pun after pun at you, with Tendou, who kept hinting that he’d spill the beans on your crush if you didn’t give him half your lunch after your shared class, and lastly with Suga, who made pleasant conversation with you about the future and what you had planned for it.

Oikawa hadn’t really seemed to notice your being taken away, didn’t really seem to notice anything beyond his teasing Iwaizumi for going into the closet with Kiyoko, a girl who’s WAY out of his league. To say you felt disheartened at the fact would be an understatement. You’d completely deflated by the time the third round had started.

He hadn’t even looked at you. Not once. Were you wrong to find interest in him? Were you really so beneath him that he wouldn’t even acknowledge you?

Mattsun bumped his shoulder against yours, “Stop frowning, your face will get stuck that way.” You pouted up at him, silently showing your cracking heart, but he simply bumped you again. “I think everyone’s getting bored of the game… Plan ‘Trap the King’ is a go.” He winked over at Hanamaki, who, without so much as a warning, grabbed Oikawa’s drink and immediately dumped its contents onto Oikawa’s lap.

An outcry of surprise, Oikawa jumped to his feet, trying to brush off what liquid hadn’t seeped into his pants already, “What the hell, Makki?”

“Whoops.”

Violently blushing as the group laughed at his misfortune, Oikawa huffed angrily, “Now I’ve gotta go clean up, you dick! It’s gonna be all sticky.” Embarrassed, humiliated, his pout quivered in his rapidly draining strength to not let his flustered tears slip past his control.

Guilt immediately overtook your heart. You didn’t want him to cry. You hadn’t meant to completely humiliate him in front of his closest friends…. Was it possible to deflate a second time? You curled into yourself, bringing your knees to your chest and staring at the bottle with a blank expression. You’d done this. All because you were too scared to just tell him to his face how you felt.

While he’d quickly escaped to the bathroom to clean himself up, Hanamaki smirked as he went to work. Flipping the cup over, he taped a flat magnet to its center - so it didn’t tilt when set on his base. Then he grabbed the bottle, hooking a paperclip into the lip of the bottle and spinning it. The magnet wasn’t strong enough for the paperclip to immediately be drawn to the cup, but the spin of the bottle was a bit slower, and where it would have continued it’s path would stop and point directly at Oikawa’s cup.

“Plan ‘Trap the King’, phase ‘Plant the Attraction’ completed.” Hanamaki responded around what you could only understand as his attempt at a walkie talkie’s feedback static.

“I don’t feel good about you do-“

Mattsukawa nudged you a bit harder than you expected, making you cut off mid admonishment and slightly lose hold of your legs. “Shush, this is gonna help. Give it to him.”

You frowned as you held the liter of Oikawa’s favorite soda in your hands…”You guys are really pushing for this, huh?” Now was your turn to blush at how quick they were to help set the stage for you. You’d simply told them you’d wanted to get into the closet with Oikawa… and they’d taken it from there without any further direction from you.

Iwaizumi shrugged noncommittally, though the desperation in his eyes plainly showed what a blessing your interest in his best friend was doing for him. “You dating him is literally giving us all the break we need from babysitting him.”

“As much as he is entertaining, and easy to prank… It’s just too easy sometimes, there’s no chase there anymore.” Kuroo admitted with a rolled lip scowl, Makki nodding in agreement silently as he tried the bottle once more, seeing the same results.

“He’s really annoying.” Was Kiyoko’s deadpan admission, having Suga almost choke on his drink as he went to swallow. Harsh… But true, he’d have to agree.

The bathroom door closed, making you let out a sigh filled with anxiety and fear, everyone who’d been so invested in convincing you further now breaking off into smaller conversations and pretending they hadn’t just been planning or helping. Oikawa entered the living room, a sour scowl on his face as he took his seat, pushing against Hanamaki’s shoulder roughly, “Dick.” He muttered, making the pinket smirk with pride. “Who’s turn is it?” His voice was a bit more… frustrated than you were used to, but you simply raised your hand, “Then go?”

Was this really a good idea? He was obviously in a bad mood now… Did you really want to trick him while he wasn’t… himself? That in itself, you knew, was wrong thinking - since Oikawa now is the same as Oikawa 20 minutes earlier. The changing of his attitude didn’t make him a completely different person, it’s just who he is.

Steeling your nerves, you reached forward and spun the bottle, feeling everyone’s eyes turn to watch the glass clicking against the hardwood floor. You’d tried to spin it with the same force as Hanamaki had for his testing of the trick.

Too late, you remembered the soda Matsun had given you - reaching it out towards Oikawa silently. His light brown eyes easily showed his surprise as he took it from you, but didn’t open it. “What? You going to dump this on me, too?”

Hanamaki smirked still, glancing at the bottle of soda before looking back t Oikawa, “Is that an invitation?”

“Oh…. Oh… OH!” Bokuto called from behind Kuroo, leaning on the tall cats head as he watched the bottle point directly at Oikawa; Who had missed the weird way it’d wavered away from landing on Iwaizumi. “Looks like you’re saved from a soda shower, Tooru.” Oikawa looked at the bottle… Was that a blush you saw? Blinking, the color was gone, and you figured you’d just imagined it.

You didn’t wait, standing from your place and pointing at Matsukawa, “7 Minutes.”

He nodded, “Right, an hour. Gotcha.” You rolled your eyes, deciding not to put up a fight, knowing he would keep the right time regardless of his teasing. Oikawa practically stomped to the closet, walking in before you and leaning against the back wall with crossed arms.

Was he angry he got picked by you? Or just embarrassed about the soda spill still? You closed the closet door behind you… finding this closet was much much smaller than you remembered it being. The silence followed almost immediately, and for a split second you forgot how long you’d been in the closet… The weight of the quiet room had you feeling like you’d been in there with him for hours.

“Are you angry wi-“

“I bet you wanted to be in here with someo-“

Both of you stopped, not wanting to interrupt the other, or talk over each other… But both stopping, neither continued. Not until you finished his accusation in your head. “You.. You think I wanted to be in here with someone else?” You couldn’t see his expression, but you could feel his dejection rolling off him in waves. “What gave you that idea?”

He huffed, like a tantrum throwing child, “You didn’t tell Mattsun to keep the time any other time you came in here. Didn’t want to spend too much time with someone who looks like they peed their pants, huh?” Was he serious? Your look of disbelief was having a hard time remaining on your face, a smile wanted to break out - you wanted to laugh just a bit.

“That… That was more for your benefit..” You whispered, piquing his curiosity.

“My benefit?”

You shrugged this time, “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable in your soiled pants.” He could hear the smirk in your voice, making him whine out in distaste, “Tooru….” You reached forward and found his hand in his crossed arms, pulling it free so you could hold it in both of yours, “I’m sorry… About earlier…”

Oikawa, again, huffed.. though this time it was to brush off your apology, “You didn’t do any-“

“Yes, I did.” Now or never, right? You’d wanted to be in a close space with him, but now it was all ruined because how you’d gone about it. Or rather, how Makki had gone about it. “I… I wanted to….” You sighed tiredly, trying to find the words that just would not come out. He waited. Patiently, it surprised you he hadn’t interrupted with a tease. “I wanted to rig the game so I’d choose you or you’d choose me….”

None of the dots connected in his head, yet. “So what does that have to do with my soda bath?”

A snort came out, unintentionally, and you quickly apologized for its escape. “I… Well… I kind of told Makki and Mattsun… About my wanting to rig the game.” The pieces came together in his head, and he went to take his hand away, but you held it tight, “BUT I didn’t tell them to do that! I would never tell them to embarrass you.” He stopped struggling, “The truth is… I’m too scared to confess anywhere else than a rigged closet game with you.”

“Wait….” Oikawa couldn’t help but smirk, “Makki spilled the soda on me, so you could confess? How does that even work?” Had he just… ignored the fact that you’d confessed?

“Magnets.”

“oh….”

You nodded, holding his hand still in both of yours, “I’m sorry… Really sorry… So instead of this closet being remembered for your rejecting my confession, it’s going to be remembered for my apologizing for a rigged game gone wrong..”

Oikawa smirked as he leaned down and kissed your forehead. No warning. No telltale of his proximity. Nope. Just a quick peck to your forehead before he was pinching your cheek like an old grandmother would, “You’re cute, ______, but you really need to work on your plans more…” Heart hammering in your chest, you leaned your head forward to rest on his chest, embarrassed now in his reaction. “Good thing your amazing boyfriend is going to help you out.”

Reeling back, you stammered in confusion, in shock, “B-bo-boyfriend? I- We- Wait-“ He leaned down and kissed your lips tenderly, but too quick for you to really enjoy the feel, pulling back again.

“I’ll reject your confession, but now you can remember my accepting your heart.”

Simple. Easy. Clean, cut, dry. Done deal.

The doors opened, “Times u- Hey!” You had reached out and pushed Mattsun back, pulling the doors closed once more before wrapping your arms around Oikawa’s neck and bringing your lips to his. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t pause or poke fun at your wanting more time with him. “Alright… Hour it is, then.” You could hear Matsukawa chuckle.

Kuroo Tetsurou:

7 Minutes in Heaven Here

Spin the Bottle Here

Additionally, if you felt either of the above didn’t hit his character - I am 100% open to hearing what you think and if you’d like a request redone! No problemo!

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hermannsthumb · 6 years ago

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Hi! I know it must be an old prompt fill, but would you ever consider writing a follow-up on your newt/owen fill? If you felt like revisiting it, of course. Jealousy/pining with a happy ending is my cryptonite and I love your writing!

i actually DID write a followup ages ago but never posted it anywhere but my side twitter!!!!!!! so here it is now, wildly edited (bc i wrote it in like october lol), newt/owen harper WITH bonus hermann bc i love hermann :) how do i tag this ship? who knows. original newt/owen drabble here

18+/adult content/lemon (i really, really hate that thats necessary now) below cut! along w basic summary

jealousy! threeway! blowjobs! lab sex! dirty talk that proofreading over just now made me go “oh jeez”! and facials too. now i know why i didnt post this earlier LOL. sorry mr gorman

Newt’s always been pretty decent at giving blowjobs (everyone always tells him he’s got a big mouth, you know, gotta use it for something), and over time he’s actually started to really dig it. As of late, he’s started to really dig giving Owen blowjobs especially--he’s got a nice dick that Newt can only just fit his mouth around all the way, and he massages Newt’s scalp and tugs on his hair the whole time and calls Newt filthy things, and sometimes, nice things. It’s a great time for everyone involved, Newt figures.

Hermann left the lab some time ago to shower and go to bed--early for him, on a work night, but he’s been doing that a lot lately since Dr. Harper joined up with them--and the second the door shut behind him, Owen’s hand went to Newt’s ass.

“We’re not done with the dissection yet,” Newt protested weakly, but Owen squeezed his ass and licked a line up his neck and Newt’s dick jerked to life and, well. One thing led to another, and now they’re here, Owen pressed against Hermann’s chalkboard with his jeans and boxers pulled down to his thighs and his dick down Newt’s throat. “Pretty thing,” he moans, petting Newt’s hair, and Newt sucks eagerly and digs his nails into Owen’s hips before pulling off with a pop.

“Call me names,” Newt begs, voice raspy, before he sucks Owen into his mouth once more; Owen fucks his hips forwards, and Newt nearly chokes.

(No one’s ever called Newt dirty stuff in bed before, and it’s something he found out he’s into totally by accident. It was a week or so ago, in Newt’s bunk, and he and Owen had been fucking, like they usually do the second the work day ends, and Owen had been insinuating for not-the-first-time that he wouldn’t mind sharing Newt with Hermann. Far from mind it, actually. Narcissist.

“You’re pretty dead set on this, huh?” Newt panted out as he ground himself down. Owen was clinging to him so tight Newt could barely move, lips dragging messy down Newt’s neck, and Newt almost didn’t hear his grunt of an answer.

“Why not?” Owen began kneading at his ass, spreading him just a bit wider, and Newt sunk down and whined and tossed his head back. “You--oh--you clearly want to shag him, too.”

“I’ve never--” Newt stammered. “Uh--”

Owen’s eyebrows rose in surprise. Then, he was leering again, rolling into Newt with a deliberate languidness that made Newt want to scream. He snagged a handful of Newt’s hair and wrenched his head forward to hiss in his ear. “A cockslut like you--” Newt’s eyes widened “--never having had more than one man at a time? I don’t believe it.”

“Call me that again,” Newt whimpered. “Oh, fuck.”

“You’re a filthy cockslut,” Owen repeated, amused, half-laughing, and he tightened his grip in Newt’s hair and tugged harder. “A filthy, greedy--”

“I am,” Newt nearly shouted, writhing desperately, “oh, fuck, I am, I am--” He came, untouched, between their bodies, and Owen laughed disbelievingly and...that was that.)

“You’re a little slut,” he growls now, thrusting hard into Newt’s mouth, and Newt moans helplessly and palms himself through his jeans. “You’re a dirty little cockslut, Newt, and I’m going to come all over your pretty--”

There’s a tiny exclamation of surprise from behind them. Newt wonders--for a moment--who’s caught them and if they should stop, but Owen holds Newt’s head in place by his hair and continues fucking his face as if nothing’s wrong, so Newt lets him. Probably the janitor. Newt owes the guy big time at this point--he’ll get him a nice Christmas present when December rolls around. “Dr. Gottlieb,” Owen greets, absurdly casual, and Newt yanks himself off Owen’s dick, coughing, cheeks reddening in embarrassment, and he turns around.

“Hermann?!” he squeaks, and sure enough, there’s Hermann, slack-jawed, wide-eyed, frozen in the doorway of the lab. “Shit, sorry--I didn’t--I thought you were--”

Owen is infuriatingly blasé about it all. Bastard probably planned it. “Ah, come on,” Owen says, shooting Hermann a little wink. “He was enjoying the show. Been lurking there for nearly five minutes.”

“I was not!” Hermann exclaims, but his eyes are fixed on where Newt’s hand is still wrapped around the base of Owen’s dick, on Newt’s lips (slicked with precome and saliva). “I simply--I forgot--”

Owen’s fingers are still wound tightly in Newt’s hair, and he tugs on him until Newt, against his better judgment, takes him into his mouth once more. Maybe not entirely against his better judgement. The thought of having someone watch is kinda exciting. The thought of having Hermann watch is--well. That’s very, very exciting, more exciting than Newt cares to admit. Newt sucks and hallows his cheeks easily, moaning again, and Owen sighs. “Isn’t he a pretty thing?” he says, kneading at Newt’s scalp the way Newt likes. “C’mere.”

Newt expects Hermann to turn on his heels. Go back to bed. Probably even ignore him for the rest of the week, if not the month, if not forever. He doesn’t expect the door clicking shut, the clack of Hermann’s cane on the lab floor moving towards them. Newt doesn’t stop working his throat as he looks up; Hermann is above him now, too, blushing terribly, his free hand fumbling with the buckle of his very tented slacks, and Newt’s arousal spikes by about two-hundred percent and he pulls off Owen with spit trailing to his lips. “Holy shit, Hermann,” he says, at a loss for anything else to say.

“Newton,” Hermann stammers, stilling his hand, “is this--ah--”

Newt ignores Owen in favor of throwing all caution into the wind and pressing himself to the front of Hermann’s slacks and mouthing at him, and Hermann chokes out a gasp. “Newton,” he says, nearly dropping his cane as he throws out his right hand to grip the ledge of the chalkboard, “oh--”

Newt pulls Hermann’s dick--flushed red and leaking precome--out, then presses a single kiss to the tip. “Both of you,” Newt says, breathily, and then licks teasingly over the head (barely believing it). “I want both of you to--”

Owen catches on first and inches over, nudges his dick against Newt’s cheek, and Newt curls his other hand around it and licks off precome and remnants of his own saliva. He hears Hermann emit another odd, strangled noise, and Newt grins, leans back over to Hermann’s dick and kisses that again instead. He starts stroking them both in unison. “Is this good?” he says, widening his eyes innocently. He nuzzles at the tip of Hermann’s dick and darts his tongue out against the slit.

Owen hisses out a curse; Hermann’s legs start to tremble. His knuckles have gone white around the chalkboard ledge. Newt’s chest swells with pride. He’s doing that to them.

It’s hard building a rhythm, at first, hard to lavish attention and kisses and teasing licks equally on both of them, but Newt manages after five minutes or so. He jerks them off slowly, evenly, switching between mouthing hot and messy at Owen’s (who likes it sloppy) and sucking on Hermann’s (who makes the sexiest little grunts every time Newt so much as breathes on him; Newt files away the knowledge that Hermann is sensitive for future use).

“Newton--” Hermann is panting, and Newt locks eyes with him as he rolls his tongue over Owen and Hermann’s mouth drops open, “oh--”

“You can do better than that,” Owen says, voice strained, and he pets at Newt’s hair. Newt takes the bait: he takes the heads of both Hermann and Owen’s dicks into his mouth and sucks. Hermann cries out, guttural and wordless, and Newt moans happily and works his tongue over them as best as he can. He feels drool run down his chin; he knows he probably looks filthy, and ridiculous, but he doesn’t care.

Hermann’s hips jerk forward so hard Newt nearly gags again, and Newt pulls off quickly. He doesn’t want Hermann to come yet. He wants-- “Sorry,” Hermann stutters, flustered, his chest heaving wildly, “oh, Newton, I’m sorry--I--”

Newt settles back on his heels (his knees have begun to ache, pressed to the cold tile floor for so long) and starts jerking them both off faster. “On my face,” he moans, “please.” He parts his lips, sticks his tongue out, and Owen--already so worked up from being teased for so long--falls apart first, gasps sharply as he comes. It hits Newt’s tongue, his nose, his left cheek in spurts. Hermann’s eyes are so wide it’s almost comical, and his orgasm takes both him and Newt by surprise, hitting Newt’s tongue--like Owen--but the rest hitting Newt’s chin and neck.

Newt swallows, lets them both slip from his fingers so he can start furiously rubbing at himself instead. “Holy shit,” Newt whines, feeling so, so dirty, and he squeezes himself clumsily, “holy shit, oh--”

Owen--breathing heavily--hoists Newt to his feet by the front of his button-up and slams him against the chalkboard, shoves his tongue into Newt’s mouth and bites at his bottom lip, and Newt squeaks in surprise. Owen swallows the noise down and works open Newt’s jeans to start jerking him off. Newt can see Hermann--dazed, spent, clinging to the chalkboard ledge--watching them. “C’mon, Gottlieb,” Owen murmurs, grabbing at Hermann’s hand and dragging it down Newt’s pants, too, and Newt’s breath hitches when he feels Hermann curl his fingers around him hesitantly.

“Hermann,” Newt whimpers, and Hermann grows more confident, matches Owen’s sharp, rough strokes. “Oh--”

Owen starts kissing down his throat and digs his teeth into the joint of Newt’s neck and shoulder, where Newt’s fucked-up collar exposes his skin. It’s like electricity is coursing through Newt’s body; everything is hot, so hot, and he’s aware he’s begging loudly, shrilly, for something, anything. Hermann leans in and kisses him hard just as Owen starts sucking a bruise into Newt’s skin and Newt cries out, spills over Hermann’s and Owen’s hands.

They’re both sweet and attentive, afterwards. Hermann--who had been so shy before--presses sweet, chaste kisses to Newt’s jaw and lips, murmuring out Newt’s name, and Owen just pets at Newt’s hair and kisses behind his ear. It’s nice.

“Great work, team,” Newt says finally, voice wrecked. “Gotta do that again some time.”

#newtowen #maria's newmann blogging #maria's fanfiction tag #HOW do i tag this for ships who knows #not sfw ////////#lemon ///////#really typing that in the yr of our lord 2019 #Anonymous

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topimagines · 7 years ago

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(Fuck A) Needy Girlfriend

Prompt: Brendon finds nothing more sexy than the fact that he can have you begging for him by only tugging on your hair

Warnings: smut, sin, pray for the wicked my diddly doods, unfortunately not gender neutral

A/n: yo, say amen brendon is sexy as fuck. also, this is the one and only time i’m ever posting smut on here bc its v old, written like a year ago and i didnt write it entirely. someone helped me, but lol i forgot who. she prolly doesnt have tumblr anymore tbh.

Brendon knows you have a thing for having your hair played with. Whether it’s casually laying your head in his lap, or in the bedroom when you’re on all fours, using it at leverage to slam into you at the right angle. He knows it’s one of your ticks, playing with your hair. When you're focusing on something really hard, your hand is playing with the tips of it, winding it and unwinding it from around your index and middle finger. Or, if you’re anxious in public, your fingers find a small strand of it and play with it until you are away from whatever has you so wound up.

Therefore, you don’t think too much of it when Brendon does play with your hair.

You’re sitting in Brendon's lap as he's watching TV, you run your fingers through his hair and he hums quietly as you do so. He smirks, reaching up and running his fingers through your hair. He starts to pull on your hair lightly until you're moaning softly into his ear.

You feel him get hard through his pants. You grind down hard on him, moaning softly and whining needily in his ear when you feel him against you. "So needy, getting turned on just from me tugging on your hair..." he hums and strokes the inside of your thigh.

You whine in his ear, "...please," and he tsk’s in your ear. He decides to tease, not touching you anywhere you want until you have begged him enough.

"You're gonna have to give me more, baby," he practically growled, moving his fingers to your lips.

You open your mouth for him, sucking on them. He growls somewhere deep in his throat when you look up at him super innocently, you let his fingers drop from your mouth and practically moan "please, baby, I need you. So bad."

"Then get up, baby. Strip. Put on a show for me," he smirked.

You slowly get up and pull at your top very slowly, and he growls, "don't tease or you'll get punished, baby." You smirk to yourself and continue what you were doing, peeling off every item of clothing on your body for Brendon to devour with his eyes. He jumps up from his spot before you have take your pants and underwear off and backs you up into the closest wall. "Is this ok?" He asks. Once you nod, he attacks your neck with kisses, “So slutty, baby," he purred and pushed his leg between yours so you could grind against it.

You arch into him, grinding down on his thigh. He tangles his fingers in your hair and tugs to make more space for him on your neck. You close your eyes and moan, grinding down on his knee harder than before. "Such a good slut, kitten.”

"Brendon, please," you whine desperately and grip his shoulders.

"Do you deserve it? Have you been good enough for me to fuck you?" He growls.

"I've been so good for you, Bren," you whimper, "so good. Please, baby." He growls and pulls you in for a passionate kiss, his tongue invading your mouth.

When he pulls away you whine, "okay baby, but you're gonna have to take these off," he tugs on your pants and underwear. You nod, pulling them off quickly. He takes you by the hand pulls you toward the center of the room.

He gets down on the floor and smirks at the view he has of your glistening wet cunt, "Come on, baby. You know what to do. Sit on my face."

You blush as you straddle his face, he gently licks your slit, humming at the taste. "You're this wet from just that, kitten?" He asks mockingly. As you're about to answer with a smart comment, he brushes his tongue over your clit. You moan loudly, grinding down on Brendon’s face. He mumbles something incomprehensible against you as he pulls your hips down onto him. His fingernails curl into your skin as he sucks on your clit. He moves one of his hands from your hips and pushes his index finger into you. You whine needily and beg him to add another. He smirks and runs his teeth over your clit. You almost scream, grinding down more, hoping it will push his finger deeper inside you.

You felt the spring winding inside of your abdomen as Brendon ate you out.

“Please, baby, let me fucking come, I’ve been so fucking good,” you begged. Brendon chuckled against your cunt and moves his kisses down to the inside of your thighs, and took his fingers out of your cunt.

"So fucking slutty, baby," he whispers against the inside of your thigh and moving his hands to your bottom before slapping you on the ass. You whine, wanting him to do more.

“God, please, Brendon,” you beg him, needing nothing more than to come all over his pretty face. Brendon moved back up and finally, finally, works where you need him most. He licks a strip up your pussy to your clit before sucking it into his mouth. He pushes two fingers back into you and pumps them in and out of you faster than before.

“Fucking come on my face, kitten,” he moans into your cunt, the vibrations pushing you into your impending release. You moan and grind down onto Brendons mouth, all the while squeezing each side of his head with your thighs.

When you’ve found the strength to move, you slowly slide down his body and straddle his still-clothed waist. You kiss his plump, pink lips, tasting yourself on him. When you finally separate, you kiss down his neck, leaving hickeys where all of his sweet spots are.

"Tell me what you want."

"Please, fuck me, Brendon, I need you now," you whisper, hotly in his ear before leaving a kiss right below it. He smirks cockily, and pulls you back up to his lips by your hair.

"Anything for my baby," he says cockily, moving out from under you. You watch him undress in front of you, revealing his perfect torso before he finally removed his jeans, his member so hard, the tip was pink and already leaking pre-cum, "get on your hands and knees like a good little slut," he says, his tone teasing. Once you're in the position he wanted, he licks his lips and squeezes your ass. He left a quick slap on each cheek before soothingly rubbing them. He does this a few more times before you decide you’ve had enough and open your mouth to protest. Brendon beats you and grunts, “Beg for it.”

"Brendon, stop teas-"

"Beg for it." He interrupts with a harsher tone, giving your ass a rough slap.

“But-”

“Beg. For. It,” he growls in your ear, pulling you back by the hair to meet him halfway.

You moan, giving in to him, "please! Please baby, fuck me, make me yours," with that he slides into you and fills you.

He leans over you and presses kisses to your neck while rolling his hips. "Fuck, you always feel so fucking good. You're so fucking tight, kitten.” He takes hold of your hair and pulls it until you're flush against him, your back against his chest. He reaches one of his hands down and starts playing with your clit. "Yeah, baby, say my name."

You gasp his name as he speeds up. "Brendon, baby, harder," you whine.

He slams into you until you're practically screaming, begging to come. He grunts, "come baby, come all over my cock." You do so with a cry of his name. You're breathing heavily and your forearms collapse onto the floor as your orgasm rolls through you. In your state, you could still hear Brendon grunt, "Gonna let me come in this sweet cunt, baby?"

"Fuckin ruin me, baby, fill my pussy," you moan, breaths still coming in uneven pants. He slams his hips into yours, stiffening and shooting his load inside of you.

He collapses on top of you, his body warm to the touch. He pulls out and you could feel his seed dripping down your thigh. "Hang on, stay right here" he said, standing up to get something. Only when he came back did you realize he had picked up his boxers and gotten a washcloth to clean you up. You made a small noise as he wipes your thighs. He helps you get the boxers, and the baggy shirt (It had the Spider-man logo on it, because Brendon knew you too well). He pulled you toward the couch and laid down, pulling you on top of him. He ran his fingers through your hair lightly, admiring the hickeys on your neck. Once your breathing is finally evened out, you looked up at his face lovingly.

“You're so pretty,” you whisper. He chuckles, leaning in to kiss your forehead, noting the slight stickiness from sweat.

“You're the pretty one, kitten,” he says. You bury your face in his neck and kiss lightly, “I'm sorry I was so rough with you”

“S’okay,” you say tiredly. You moved your head to rest on his chest and looked up at him with a lazy smile on your face.

“Go to sleep, baby,” he says quietly. You only respond with a nod, the last thing you hear is a quiet, “I love you, kitten,” and his slightly fast heartbeat.

“I love y’too, Brendon.”

#brendon urie #brendon urie fanfiction #brendon urie smut #brendon urie imagine #brendon patd #brendon urie x reader #brendon urie fluff #brendon urie x reader smut #panic! at the disco fanfiction #panic! at the disco imagine #panic! at the disco smut #Panic! at the Disco

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birdbooksdenbrough · 7 years ago

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Ghost!Stan

i talked to @bisexualelioperlman about this a WHILE ago and just now got around to posting it but yknow

he died at 14 about ten years before bill moved into the house in derry

he was a 60s baby

when the denbroughs moved into the house he just fucked around in bills room by making stuff fall before he actually showed himself

bill wasnt a believer until then

at first he thought stan was an intruder then he realized he could vaguely see through him and he flipped him shit

“so you’re th-th-the asshole wh-who-whos buh-been making my stuh-stuh-stuff-ff fall a-all o-o-ov-over the p-place!”

everyday after bill gets home from school him and stan sit on his twin bed and talk about the day

stan wants to haunt the fuck out of patrick and henry

for a while stan only acts like he can do normal human stuff but one night bill wakes up to see stan fucking floating about three feet above him kind of upside down and hes leaning his head down and his curls are EVERYWHERE

bill freaks out because he??? didnt know??? stan could do that??????

he gets used to it eventually but its still really weird

stan isnt tangible unless he has a lot of energy so when he has enough energy to fully materialize he immediately finds bill and just hugs him

if its at night he wakes bill up and then just sits and hugs him

the fact that stan isnt tangible gets harder when him and bill start dating

they cant cuddle or hug or kiss as frequently as they want which gets hard so when stan materializes completely its a fucking wonderful occasion and they just sit there and cuddle on bills teeny lil bed

stans super extra, since bills taller then him he makes himself float in order to kiss bill instead of just getting on his tiptoes

richie keeps trying to set bill up with people and hes really confused as to why bill isnt compliant and its so frustrating to bill because he doesnt know if he can introduce stan to any of his friends

he tries introducing stan to eddie first since eddie believes in ghosts

eddie passes out

him and stan get along really well but appearing to more than one person at a time is really energy draining so they cant really see each other often because stans mostly confined to bills house

he introduces beverly next since theyre so close

beverly would protect stan with every fiber of her being

they get along well too and she doesnt freak out until she tries to shake his hand and it goes STRAIGHT through

mike was next

him and stan have nice calm conversations even though mike doesnt know whether or not to believe

hes kind of in denial that stans not there and highkey feels like hes just buying into bills delusion

its not until stan materializes that he really believes

bill then introduced ben and ben was so excited!!! because he reads all about these ghosts!!! and being able to see one himself is so exciting!!! but his energy drained stan REAL quick

finally bill introduces richie and richies mad

“WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU HAD A CUTE GHOST IN YOUR HOUSE? IS THIS WHY YOU HAVENT BEEN DATING ANYONE?!”

“ri-richie dont call him c-c-c-cu-cute, he still is muh-my b-b-boy-boyfriend.”’stans blushing very bad which confuses bill bc does stan have blood? how does he blush?

the week before bills birthday he doesnt see stan at all and hes like ?? did i do something?? is it because im aging?? wh ??

the other losers had been contacting stan via oujia board (courtesy of mike) and planned a birthday party for bill

stan needed to gather his energy so he refused to even show himself or move anything around the house

he fully materializes at bills birthday party and bills parents are like “lol who dis” but bills SO HAPPY THAT HE WAS THERE!!!

“i th-thought you were muh-m-m-mad at me for guh-getting older...”

“i would never get mad at you for having amazing opportunities like that”

bills so sad that him and stan cant grow up together and both of them desperately search for answers as to what they can do about it

theres really not much they CAN do except kill bill or do some crazy ass ritual with stan

theyre too scared to do either

bill doesnt know how stan died until almost two years of knowing him because stan doesnt like talking about it

stan died when he killed himself after years of intense depression

he still has the scars, even in the afterlife

bill hugs him so so tight and tells him its okay because hes happy now and they have each other

stan starts crying because hes never felt this happy and its completely because bill loves him

because they cant go to any dances together, bill will decorate the guest room with streamers and party shit and when his parents leave he brings his boombox into the room and him and stan will dance around to music looking all spiffy

bill still doesnt understand how stan changes clothes

i dont think he ever understands

after georgie passed away him and stan played in the denbrough house together a lot

when bill sees them running around them running around the house together, all happy and laughing, he starts to cry because he wasnt there for george

now stan bill and george all sit cross legged on bills small twin bed and just talk

bill feels bad for wanting alone time with stan sometimes but georgie entertains himself by floating for hours so it works out

when the remaining denbroughs die in a car crash when bill is 16, their ghosts all return to the house

bill immediately finds stan and tackle hugs him and they fall on the ground and bills so fucking sad because what about his other friends?

hes both happy and sad and hes still trying to figure out how that could be

happy hes with stan but sad he cant go see his friends

bill and stan float around the house frequently and mess around

introducing his parents to stan went better than expected

theyve got a “we’re all dead there isnt much we can do about it” mentality

knowing that people have died in the house and the loss of the denbrough family creates a stigma around the house and no one wants to move in

giving the rest of the losers the ability to see them whenever

they all celebrate their birthdays at the house and keep it up throughout the years

as all of them pass they go back to the denbrough house because thats where they were happiest since it was such a warm and loving place

ghost party

#stenbrough #god i need fanart of ghost stan and bill #stan uris #stanley uris #bill denbrough #su #bd #stan and bill #god i love boys in love #it #it 1990 #it 2017 #stephen king #im so proud of this pOST

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thelastpilot · 7 years ago

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Miss Me- One Shot

I was talking with @tides-miraculous who, while we were talking about criminal lack of Nino (and Adrien’s interaction with Nino), mentioned jokingly that Nino could straight up move to Morocco and no one would notice. And then I proceeded to send to a 4k word one shot about exactly that. So keep in mind this was all in a text long so it isnt fantastic and the grammar isn’t wonderful lol, but I wanted to post it anyways. (Tide’s commentary has been kept lol) ((also i know phones dont work on planes just let me have this))

Angsty Nino one shot below the cut

tides-miraculous

Boy could move to morocco tomorrow and you won't notice

thelastpilot

it would take adrien three days to notice he wasnt there

tides-miraculous

Adrien: *calls nino* " Hey, Nino you sick or something haven't seen u in a while

Nino: *hangs up*

thelastpilot

aw thats sad

aw that makes me really sad and i just had a whole idea for it

tides-miraculous

…listen

Why we gotta back the salt angsty

thelastpilot

bruh this is our thing, you say something sad and i make it worse

its always time for salt on the pain train

tides-miraculous

It's hella sad cuz man. Minus headcanons and crap we got nothing to back them up and be like "naah this shit ain't happening"

Cuz boi we know Nino cares. He got akumatized

For his frickin b-day but besides that nothing really on Adriens side

Not to mention all the hugs

Daamit Nino you're too good for him what is This?!!?

I'm so confused I'm trying to actually think or canon stuff to back them up and filtering fandom stuff and HOLY shit!??!

thelastpilot

He was thinking 3,000 miles. That was about his current guess. Nino awkwardly shifted the mishappen box in his arms to tap his phone awake from sleep mode, and looked for a moment at the photo of him and adrien on his lock screen. That was an old photo... Maybe 4,000 then. Nino tried to ignore it as he placed the last of his things in the car, taking off his hat and throwing it into the backseat. The car hadnt been started yet and his parents were still inside, and despite how crowded Paris was for the moment he was alone on the sidewalk. He tapped his phone again. He was bound to be halfway gone before anybody even realized

tides-miraculous

AAAA NO

NINO

U DEADASS GOING TO MAKE ME CRY

thelastpilot

He was 3,728 miles away before he got a text. He was nearly 4,000 before he got a call. and after that, the calls never stopped. Nino felt himself curling inward in the plane's seat as he screwed his eyes shut, furiously ignoring how his phone shook in his hands. Or maybe it was just him. He bitterly recalled the order to shut off his phone during flight and moved to unlock his phone, but even that was interrupted by another phone call.

He watched it vibrate for a while and let it go to voice mail. There were three there already

He was getting them from everyone now, Alya was sending the most texts, but Adrien was relentless with the phone calls. Out of everyone it was Adrien he felt the most betrayed by. Maybe he knew that...

tides-miraculous

AAAWWWW WHHAA

thelastpilot

Nino almost liked to picture Cat Noir showing up at the window of an empty apartment, he was just angry enough to take some kind of bitter feeling out of that. How he probably showed up to ask for a favor, wondering if he had been joking about leaving for good. His halfassed apology would have echoed back to him in the vacated rooms, the carpets dirty in the places where his family had walked for years and spotless in the spaces where his bed and desk used to be

Adrien called again

He didn't answer

tides-miraculous

FFFF

My heart I'm so sad

thelastpilot

"I can't talk. I'm on the plane" he found himself typing, interrupting the indication that Adrien was about to send another message. his finger hovered over the send icon, but he pressed it still. He wasn't sure what he was hoping for, what he could possible want, but his chest hurt and he could feel hot tracks of tears on his face. He was trying to be quiet, his parents asleep besides him, but his phone wouldn’t shut the hell up. It had always been silent before, it was only now that anybody seemed to care about reaching him

"The plane?" Adrien's text replied immediately. "You're serious? Nino please you have to be joking, I saw the place was empty but you just moved, you're joking"

"I've been joking for months now? Are you serious dude? You thought I was fucking lying?"

Nino wasn't sure what the point was in arguing but he wanted to argue. If he had the space he'd be screaming. "Nino," Adrien answered instantly, clearly waiting by his phone. "You're just gone? You're gone and you didn't call? you didn’t even say goodbye?"

tides-miraculous

I'm am currently in a quiet hallway at a cubicle absolute losing it

thelastpilot

That pain in his chest grew cold, and he shrunk even further in his solitary, cramped space 30,000 miles above the black ocean. and he typed out what he had been thinking the whole time. "I didn't think you'd even notice."

Adrien called again.

He didn't answer

tides-miraculous

Mother fuck

I am so sad

thelastpilot

He declined the call and typed out despite Adrien’s clearly frantic attempt to reply. "I've been packing for a week and a half. I was 3 hours into the PLANE RIDE before anyone even noticed. If you had even so much as spoken to me in the past two months maybe you would have fucking known about it. I tried to tell you and you were never fucking there. you dont get to do it now."

tides-miraculous

Oh shit go off nino

thelastpilot

Nothing. Adrien started to reply and then stopped. He started again but stopped again, and after awhile there was nothing. And nothing His phone went quiet, and it was familiar to him, but somehow felt even worse. The cabin of the plane was dim, and it was aisles and aisles of people facing forward into darkness with headphones in, numbly and distantly checked out from their surroundings as they waited and waited in perfect, straight lines. And he was alone in the crowded, dark space of strangers and cut off goodbyes and lost homes and silent phones. And he cried.

He clutched his phone and he cried

tides-miraculous

Lmao what the SHIT

Yea so Nino's heart died and I died

Thanks

thelastpilot

you're welcome im in pain also

tides-miraculous

Okay baby boy just go to Morocco fucking live it up. Idk fu slipped in his miraculous into his luggage and now his jade in morocco done

Come back for uni. Shits still bad between friends kinda but they bond as heroes

I'm trying to fix this

thelastpilot

i got a thing hold up

tides-miraculous

Please

thelastpilot

Agadir was a long way from home, and it felt really different in a lot of ways. Every way, honestly. It was by the ocean, which was new, and about over 50% of the people there didn’t speak a word of the only language he knew...so he found himself alone a lot. 'Nothing new there' he thought to himself bitterly. Moving in made it easier, he had something to do. He was out of school for the rest of the year and was probably going to start a year behind when enrollment happened again, so he had nowhere to go and no one to keep track of him. His father started his new job almost immediately, and his mother was wrapped up in adjusting. So when the few things he owned were set up and the last of the boxes were stored out of sight he would leave, and start to explore

About three months in he was running out of places to get lost, starting to recognize streets and having an easier time winding his way back to the dust colored box apartment that was 'home'. He would walk and someone might say something to him, but the words were rounded and he didn't understand them. He would then spout off the only Arabic he knew now. "I'm sorry, I don't understand" and he'd keep going

He was on the beach by himself, observing work day traffic on the raised streets when his phone rang

Nino sighed, shaking sand from his hands as he shifted his position to allow him to reach for his phone. He was working on figuring out where he was well enough to tell his mother when he looked at the screen, and his brow furrowed at the unfamiliar number

He sighed a second time, ready to rehearse his one line of arabic as he answered, saying plainly and without enthusiasm, "Hello?"

There was a sharp gasp, and then a harsh, familiar rush of desperate relief. "Oh god, you have the same number, yes PERFECT, thank god. Nino, holy crap I didn't think it would work"

Nino was frozen, the waves crashing a short distance away from him before he sputtered out, "ADRIEN?"

"Yes!!," his old best friends voice answered immediately, laughing uncomfortably, but still relieved. "It's me Nino. I- listen please don't hang up, I'm begging you give me just a second. Just thirty seconds of a call please."

There was silence, a thousand jagged emotions rooting Nino to the spot, but Adrien didn't wait for him, instead thinking aloud. "I can hear the waves. Are you near the water? Nino listen I-..." There was a silence, but in the need to not waste his half a minute he continued, the words rushed together. "You have every reason to hate me. I would hate me too. I DO hate me... but i can't do this. I can't just leave it knowing that I fucking did this. I made you think I don't care. I can't live with that. I need the chance to say it..."

"Adrien-…"

"No, I didnt come this far to have this talk over the phone, tell me where you are. I can be there in five minutes. Well, maybe a minute more I'm still near the airport-"

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AAAWWWWW

thelastpilot

Nino heard something muffled, a female voice shouting something to him over the din of background noise mixing with his own ambience of the waves. There was another one as well, and then a garbled, distant message projected over speakers in arabic, and Nino felt his stomach drop out.

"Wait, you're fucking HERE?"

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Yeas blond use that cash for good!!!!

thelastpilot

(Will continue in just a minute)

tides-miraculous

BRUH take your time

I'm still crying so everything's good

thelastpilot

"Where are you? the beach? there isn’t that much beach right how much area is that?" there was more distant talking, and adrien was clearly eager to move. "I cant take this phone with me. Give us just one chance, please nino wait for us we'll be right there." "US?!" he responded incredulously, but the line was already dead, the hang-up tone loud in his ear

he pulled it away from his face, staring at it in disbelief like perhaps it hadn't even happened. and just like that it was only him and the waves again, no other passerbys on his beach that morning

anyone who was on the beach might have seen something odd, streaks of color dashing past that weren't from around. a group of kids moving a little too desperately, dressed strangely as they fled to the coast. Nino wasn't sure what to do, getting increasingly nervous as he walked the shoreline, his hands balled up into fists in his pockets and his back to the north. minutes ticked by and his heartbeat was loud to him, and he felt that bitter, numb something crawling in his throat. all the harsh and hurt things he wanted to say

but as he passed beneath a weathered and abandoned dock he heard three impacts in the sand behind him, and those words died in his throat

he turned slowly... stalling by obsessing over the gradients in the sand. The pattern of broken wood, the stench of ocean draped around them and clinging to the dock. and three lost friends, letting magic fall from their shoulders and leaving them exposed in front of him

they all felt exposed, in the moment. at least, for once, the ground they stood on was even

despite all their intentions, and all of his pain, and all of the distance, no one said anything at first. They stood in the shadow of the dock and the kwamis milled nervously, shooting each other glances but not interfering.

the waves creeped up, and slipped away, and Nino watched them. after a while, he shook his head

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THEY ALL CAME

DAMN GUYS

thelastpilot

"gangs all here..." he muttered quietly. After a moment he felt he had to add, "I admit... i didnt see this coming"

"We would have come sooner..." Marinette spoke quietly, her voice almost out of place in his head. It had been awhile since he had last spoken with her. "It was hard to orchestrate. But we were trying from the day you..." she hesitated

She was going to say 'left', but she stopped short, unsure of herself. Saying that he left didnt sound right, even though in literal terms it was the best way to describe it. but it made it sound like it had been his decision, that he left THEM. and that wasn't what happened

There was silence again and the three heroes seemed agonized, but unsure of themselves. They watched as well-worn anger passed across Nino's expression. "So what? What happens now, guys? Is this the part where you say you're sorry, and that’s all supposed to be good enough and then it’s just better? ..." his voice dropped, and he looked down into the sand. After a pause, "Coming all the way here is... not what I expected. but clearly nobody has any idea what to say."

The waves echoed in their small, dim space, and just looking at them standing there so unsure of themselves… it made him angry. His hands were balled into fists at his side and his body was tense. That horrible feeling chipped at his insides and it felt like it was suffocating him.

"Nino-" Adrien tried to speak next, his expression horribly pained, but Nino couldn't hear it. He spoke clearly enough by Nino realized in a flash of sharp pain that he was incapable of hearing it. He didn't want to see him dare to pretend. Like he was mocking him. "Shut up!" he cut him off, his voice hard and hitting adrien with enough force to push him back a step.

"I get it, okay!?" Nino spat at the three of them, trying and failing to keep his voice steady. "I understand. It fucking sucked but it always made sense to me. You're busy, you're all busy you have so much shit that you have to do, so much is expected and you have this whole other part of your lives that doesn’t involve me, but it involves each other doesn’t it? You have each other. That was enough for you, and I get it alright, I fucking always got it." He grit his teeth and he nailed Adrien to the spot just by looking at him... but his voice wavered. "It always made sense to me..."

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On one hand I want them all to make up and hug it out but on the other... GO OFF NINO

thelastpilot

"You're important. You're important people with important shit and you got all caught up in everything else. In the fight, in the fucking powers in all the bullshit in EACH OTHER," he couldn’t help but add, throwing out a hand to gesture harshly between Marinette and Adrien. "You had other shit going on, you always did. You weren't bothered with me being there so I didn't bother you with leaving. I was surprised anybody even noticed."

He looked away from their expressions, his heart cracking just that much more. They looked... horrified, and he didnt want to see it. He didnt want to fucking make it easy for them. He was angry

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NINOO

thelastpilot

"I was attatched to how it had been before, but looking back to some degree it was always like this and I get it. Once Alya joined in it was harder cause then I was the only one left behind all the time, but I got it. I'm not saying you should have stuck around. I'm not saying that you had to... i'm not even saying you owed me much of anything at all. But you owed me a goodbye..." His voice cracked and he folded slightly, fists uncurling so he could cross his arms, but it felt more like holding himself together. "Fucking listen to me... im sobbing about this shit again and I'm sick of it. But you fucking know what? out of all the people standing here I was not the fucking one who owed you all a goodbye. It wasn't me. You all left me behind and you did it way worse. You did it over MONTHS of just leaving me out and ignoring me and putting me off, if you were done with me you should have just said it...

The pause between his words was deafening. The dock creaked in the wind that picked up, the ocean churned as if it had been disturbed, and Nino, who was sick of crying over all the same things, cried. And he hated it. "I understand why you left me behind... but I don't want to hear you apologize for it. Because even if I'm stupid for it I still just wanted you guys to be alright. And if you are doing what you need to now then all the best... But if that picture didnt include me then you never should have pretended that it did. You made me feel like i was part of your 'team' but I fucking wasn’t and I GET IT, but im sick of pretending..." Nino raised a hand and rubbed harshly at the tears, angry that his hand was shaking. Angry that he kept crying like a child. Angry that this even still hurt

"I just wanted my fucking friends..." His voice shook again and he shrunk in on himself, standing on the coast line of a whole other country, out of place and lost and too far away from all of them, even when he was finally right there. "They told me we were leaving. they TOLD me they didnt ask and do you fucking know, how much I just wanted someone to tell. And I tried, for ALL OF YOU and there was no one there? cause there was never anyone there? I was losing EVERYTHING, I'm in this fucking place where I cant even speak to half the people here and i just want to go home and I cant and theres no POINT."

"I was freaking out and I just wanted my friends and you weren't there... so why the fuck did you bother? Whats the point of THIS!? Whats the fucking point of even coming when NO ONE HAS ANYTHING TO SAY"

there was a space there, so grand and torn that he couldnt see any way across it. and in a lot of ways he was looking for one. Nino wanted, in the deepest kind of honesty, just to go to his friends. He wanted to just pretend it was fine and be with them while they were there. He wanted someone to miss him, and he felt like no one did. He felt like no one ever did. He didn't want to look at their faces and play in to the fantasy in his head that they were sorry. He didnt want them to trick him into forgiving them. He didn't want to-

tides-miraculous

Yeas I read a line and think "wow my heart can't break anymore" then I read the next and I'm provide wrong

Just shit this is actually so heart breaking what the shit girl this is golden

tides-miraculous

"He wanted someone to miss him, and he felt no one did. He felt no one ever did" I AM SOBBING

thelastpilot

He felt them around him, Alya's face buried into his chest, Adrien reaching out, Marinette stumbling to be behind him. It was like something had broken further in that rift and people were falling, desperate to do anything. Part of him wanted to shake them off. But part of him held them too. He was too unstable to support their weight, all three of them speaking but the words not reaching him. As they noticed that he couldnt seem to hear they became more desperate, but Alya's words were unintelligible with tears and Adrien was too quiet, too far away. He felt like they were all sinking into the sand, and he murmured wretchedly. "I just wanted someone to miss me..."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," it sounded in a chorus, bursting through their sentences wherever it could fit and each sounding different in their voices. They spoke over each other and Nino looked at none of them, shaking with anger but not falling. They lowered into the sand and they supported him, kneeling together under a battered, ruined dock and begging for him to listen.

"You're right..." it was one of the first things that caught his attention.

Nino looked over, the girls falling silent and looking to Adrien. His head was hung low, sand coating his jeans as he sat there, defeated. Miserable. When Adrien looked up he met Nino's eyes, and Nino could see how far down it went. It was like there was a pit behind his eyes that sank lower and lower, and he said it again

"You're right... and i'm sorry... I dont know how to say it... I don't have the right words to explain it. We were wrong... I was wrong. But I can't do this. I can't stand it Nino, seeing this. You're in the wrong place, and you were scared and I wasn't there and I wasn't ever fucking THERE and I didn't notice that you felt like this. And it's my fault. But i can't let you say what you said nino i cant stand it. I can't stand you saying that you understand why we pulled away, because there is no WHY," adrien shouted, his voice cracking and faltering. "You talk like we were right to do it! Fucking leave you behind because of what?! We have no excuse! There IS no excuse. I left my /best friend/ to feel like we were better off without you and I CANT, I- I cant..."

"Nino... I don't know how to make you believe that I love you, because I gave you a hundred reasons to believe that I don't. But god Nino I miss you so much... I miss you so fucking much and I don't know what to do."

"... you were fine without me before-"

"I wasnt! That isn't what that was! You're right, we got caught up in all this other shit, I took for granted that you would always be there but I never pulled away because of- because of ANY of that shit you said, like we were better or too busy for you, too important. I never hesitated to believe that you would always be there for me and I forgot to make sure that you knew the same... I never imagined you leaving because I couldn't picture us without you... I know you don't believe me- fuck," he bowed his head, a sob wracking through his chest and shaking him. "I never tried to think about what you being gone would feel like because I never thought it would happen. But then I was standing in your room with everything torn off the walls and I lost it, and I lost you and you were thousands of miles away... I have no excuse, there is no excuse... but I've been desperate to get here because I couldn't let you think that I didn't care. that i didn't notice...

Marinettes quiet voice shook and wavered, Nino's eyes turning to her as she clung to him and cried. "We should have been there... we should have-..." she repeated herself quietly, desperatly, and Alya spoke into his chest, her words thrumming against him and her tears wet against his skin as it soaked through the shirt. "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry DJ- I, we..." she sobbed hard,folding against him. She turned her cheek to him and said something that stood out on its own. The second thing that truly stood out. "I love you. WE love you. We love you, I love you I'm sorry I'm sorry"

Marinette whispered something and she wrapped her arms around his stomach, her face turned into his back. Adrien was bent forward over himself, but he was reaching out, one hand on Nino. Marinettes quiet, broken, wretched chant chipped at him, his anger and hate and injustice slipping through his fingers... like sand in the ocean. "We're here... we're here... we're here."

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AWWWWW

thelastpilot

He was so far away, kneeling by the ocean with something too big and heavy to survive in his chest. He was displaced, pulled away from his home and tossed to the side and left alone in a city with foreign grating words, and cold, stretching oceans. He was left alone with the knowledge that no one would come for him, and that no one would notice. And heard the only thing, he had been waiting so long to hear. "We're here... we're here... we're here"

~~end of story~~

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WOOT MY HEART IS IN SHAMBLES

Girl u deadass just spat out a one shot like it was nothing

AND IT HURT

ALOT

thelastpilot

... i kinda hate the mental image of nino kneeling in the sand of a foreign coast and above him it just says "i just wanted someone to miss me..."

tides-miraculous

STOP

#tlp writes #nino lahiffe #adrien agreste #Marinette dupain-cheng #alya cesaire #one shot

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SHDHDHHSHD DOES THIS MEAN YOU WANT ME TO ANSWER WHICHEVER ONES I WANT OR ALL OF THEM??? Fuck it, I’m done with stuff at this job so. I’ll do them all. Why not

1. What is you middle name?

Gerard

2. How old are you?

3. When is your birthday?

June 20th

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Geminiii

5. What is your favorite color?

RED but i also love black

6. What’s your lucky number?

6!!! I like this question’s placement. 6 because Grimmjow but also because HAIL SATAN 666 AAAAAA

7. Do you have any pets?

I have a lil’ black pitbull named Trixie!!!

8. Where are you from?

Georgia the state

9. How tall are you?

5’3

10. What shoe size are you?

uhhh i actually do not know my size in men’s I think it’s like a 5??? Technically in women’s I’m a 7.5 but I tend to buy a half size up A. because doc martens doesn’t do half sizes and B. i dont really like for my shoes to be tight

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

... a lot. I have a shoe fetish ngl.

12. What was your last dream about?

I think I had a dream last night..? About Invader Zim maybe???

13. What talents do you have?

I CAN SING LIKE ANY TWENTY ONE PILOTS SONG, i can touch my tongue to my nose, I have a pretty decent Kermit the frog impression, and I have other weird flexes but I cant remember them rn because my memory sucks

14. Are you psychic in any way?

Idk, sometimes I can predict what song will play next but I think I’m just lucky.

15. Favorite song?

Hhh this is so hard to answer bc I wanna pick something metal but tbh... Holding On To You by Twenty One Pilots

16. Favorite movie?

Either Ferris Bueller’s Day Off or Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmaron (I know the whole movie by heart and all the songs)

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

HBNGFHBB,, i dont know I thirst after many celebrities and fictional characters and they’re all kind of different. I guess someone who won’t make me be someone I’m not. Obviously my lack of adult qualities probably isn’t endearing but idk, someone who’s willing to let me be a lil’ childish. I’d like someone who takes the reigns when it comes to adult stuff, I wanna be a stay at home dad and manage our place and kids or pets and stuff. I like kinda being left to my own devices. That will include me constantly wanting to be in ur space LOL

18. Do you want children?

YEAH... REALLY BADLY... but idk if I’ll ever get to have any bc I dont think anyone would want to date me and marry me and have them LMAO so I dont think I should be trying ever

19. Do you want a church wedding?

My ideal wedding is in a graveyard, on October 31st, at sundown, we are being married on an altar of black candles and jack-o-lanters, the autumn colours are flourishing, and I am carried out to the walkway down to the altar in a casket. Everyone is required to wear black except for our bestmen/bridesmaids and me or whoever I marry. If they aren’t dressed like it’s a funeral I’m kicking them out. Deadass. I want the gothest wedding imaginable.

20. Are you religious?

I do kinda believe in stuff but I’m not a fan of organized religion. I mean, I’m a fan as in, the aesthetic and idea of organized religion is majorly sexy, but i feel like religion is really personal and not a public thing for me. Also 666 hail sa-

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Nope!!! Never broken a bone or had any kind of emergency LOL

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

ONCE I GOT PULLED OVER FOR ROLLING THRU A STOP SIGN AND I CRIED

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

I’VE MET HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD TWICE!!! And I’ve met Norman Reedus too. I also went to school with Chandler Riggs (not to put my location on blast HDYDUFHDGDGDD) uhhh I can’t think of anyone else if I have I’d probAOH. Shannon whatever her name is from Stranger Things. She was at my last TØP concert and I asked her for a picture bc my friends were too shy to say anything but since idk her i didnt care LOL

24. Baths or showers?

I like both but I take showers more often

25. What color socks are you wearing?

One is The Scream by Edvard Munch and one is The Kiss by Gustav Klimt

26. Have you ever been famous?

Not like BIG famous but like, people in my school all knew me basically because I was always Doing Shit

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Maybe??? Part of me doesnt want all my shit on blast but at the same time idgaf

28. What type of music do you like?

E... everything... i lean towards punk, pop punk, rock, metal, alternative and whatever but i will literally go from Hannah Montana to Dethklok to Twenty One Pilots to Ghost to Katy Perry don’t test me

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

NO and idk if i want to i dont like to be naked

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

I have 7 but i usually have 8. I like a lot of pillows. I want more.

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

... ur asking an active sleeper that question. I don’t even know what position i wake up in.

32. How big is your house?

Normal sized I guess???

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

I DONT EAT IT BECAUSE I DONT WAKE UP IN THE MORNING

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

I think my dad let me once when I was a kid but that’s because he’s a bad father

35. Have you ever tried archery?

YEAH i sucked at it but in my head i imagine being good at it lol

36. Favorite clean word?

Salutations, Shenanigans or Hold

37. Favorite swear word?

hmmm would go with your classic fuck but tbh i LOVE to lengthen it to motherfucker. Think in terms of most used though, God Damnit.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Maybe two days?

39. Do you have any scars?

:/ I have a lot. Some are from me being dumb (the scar on my leg from melting tape) and some are from me being really dumb (scars on my wrist and arm and thigh) but I’m not ashamed of them, in fact I like scars and bruises. I just hate when people randomly ask about them in person (ie “omg what happened!?!?”) because it’s like... self harm scars are pretty obvious about what’s going on so when you ask like that... idk wtf to say.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

PROBABLY??? But im oblivious.

41. Are you a good liar?

Hhjfguvghhh maybe sometimes??? I try not to lie though and i think its impossible bc im a gemini so there’s a little truth in everything I say

42. Are you a good judge of character?

NO IM STUPID

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

NOOOOOOO i can do Kermit the Frog and thats it

44. Do you have a strong accent?

I’m southern so yes

45. What is your favorite accent?

I LOVE YOU SWEDISH PEOPLE... also love irish accents but also i cant understand anything bc my ears are stupid

46. What is your personality type?

Rambunctious

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

I have a $100 Ghost hoodie but I think my Big Boots were $148

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Yas

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

Inward belly buttons or perish

50. Left or right handed?

LEFT LEFT LEFT

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Hmhnghhhhnnnn depends, usually

52. Favorite food?

PASTAAA

53. Favorite foreign food?

I fucking LOVE udon

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

I am a messy person doing my absolute best to be clean

55. Most used phrased?

like ever? I start most sentences with “you know what i hate?” But mostly i tend to parrot memes. If I think something is funny I repeat it to myself over and over until it isn’t.

56. Most used word?

Probably “I” because I cant ever stop talking about my damn self

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

... i dont wanna talk about it (a while)

58. Do you have much of an ego?

... I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT IT (i simultaneuosly... hate myself but also think im the best)

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

SUCK WHO IS BITING THEM???

60. Do you talk to yourself?

SO FUCKING MUCH

61. Do you sing to yourself?

OBVIOUSLY

62. Are you a good singer?

... no but it doesnt stop me

63. Biggest Fear?

I HATE MIRRORS I HATE BATHROOM MIRRORS IN THE DARK THAT STUPID FUCKING CHANT I HATE IT I CANT SAY IT EVER ITS MY FEAR

64. Are you a gossip?

I dont want to be but I’m a gemini so it just HAPPENS

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

Man i dont even know just go watch Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron

66. Do you like long or short hair?

I prefer to have mine long but i kinda wanna cut it, i LOOOVE guys with long hair

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Oh definitely Not

68. Favorite school subject?

ART or biology

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

Nope!

71. What makes you nervous?

LOTS OF SHIT GOD BUT I HATE DOING A BAD JOB OR MAKING MISTAKES

72. Are you scared of the dark?

Sometimes, it just depends

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Hhhffudhdhhh only if I know I wont come off condescending

74. Are you ticklish?

YEAH BUT DONT TICKLE ME I KICKED MY CHUCKLEFUCK EX IN THE DICK ONCE FOR TICKLING ME, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT BUT U SHOULD STILL BE WARNED

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

Dont think so

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Sometimes I told groups in school to just let me do all the work because I didn’t trust them with my grade.

77. Have you ever drank underage?

... like a few days ago but tbh alcohol is disgusting and i only wanna drink banana liquor or else i dont drink at all bc its gross

78. Have you ever done drugs?

I desperately wish i had more drugs in my life but i dont wanna come off as a crackhead

79. Who was your first real crush?

EITHER SPIDER-MAN OR YUGI MUTO

80. How many piercings do you have?

I WISH I HAD MY NIPPLE PIERCED SO BADLY... also if i HAD A DICK god nerf’d me I WOULD GET PIERCINGS UP MY DICK... also my (expensive) dream is to get like subdermal/metadermal? implants on my forehead and get devil horns

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

Yep

82. How fast can you type?

I type... so fast

83. How fast can you run?

Maybe kinda fast but not for long

84. What color is your hair?

Naturally its brown but the bottom half is bleached and one side is yellow and the other is green

85. What color is your eyes?

Bluuue

86. What are you allergic to?

FIRE ANT BITES AND AMOXICILLIN AND I HAVE HAD HORRIBLE EXPERIENCES WITH BOTH

87. Do you keep a journal?

Kind of??? I have a poetry journal and I write dreams down sometimes.

88. What do your parents do?

My mom does like marketing and my dad does carpet cleaning

89. Do you like your age?

No I wanted to die at 12 and I wanna die now. The difference is I didn’t think I’d live this long so now I have no idea what I’m doing.

90. What makes you angry?

FUCKING EVERYTHING IF YOU DATE ME OR BEFRIEND ME YOU NEED TO KNOW I WILL RAGE ABOUT ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING AND U CANNOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN LEST I FOAM AT THE MOUTH

91. Do you like your own name?

YEAH I PICKED IT!!! But i also wanna change it but i kinda cant bc Johnny from HU called me Reimond and they all know me as Reimond. But also I wanna be Lucifer Slade Solo.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

TOBIAS JEREMY AND EMELE CECILIA

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

I’d be fine with either but tbh!!! Probably a boy.

94. What are you strengths?

HDHDUFHHH,, I NEVER TRULY GIVE UP I JUST GET ANGRIER. I’M INDEFATIGABLE

95. What are your weaknesses?

yelling. if you yell at me i will get upset. if im yelling its fine but if you yell i’ll cry. also roaches.

96. How did you get your name?

Well i consider Reimond the “masculine” version of my deadname!!! Technically there’s Racheal but it’d just get pronounced the same and I still have to correct people on Reimond (EVERYONE KEEPS THINKING IM SAYING RAYMAN) and Gerard is my middle name bc MCR, and I would love to change my last name lol.

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Not that I know of

98. Do you have any scars?

U ASKED THIS ALREADY

99. Color of your bedspread?

I have Star Wars sheets with Kylo Ren and storm troopers! I also have Spider-Man sheets.

100. Color of your room?

It’s like painted like a beige colour but most of my stuff is dark lol

#jesus thats a lot #long post #solofreakk speaks #ask #non aesthetic.#about me

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