#when my wrapped ended I was like “uhhhhhh.... okay?”

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love how u draw dick and jason <3

thank you <333 i admit i'm a cartoon-watchin' casual but i see siblings or sibling-equivalents where the older one is "wake me up before you go-go" and the younger one is "wake me up (wake me up inside)" and i kind of go a little crazy.

my main exposure to the comics canon is mostly snips and bits a few pages at a time, basically osmotic exposure, so i'm hesitant to draw anything about jason beyond what is very blatantly an avatar unto which i'm projecting my own brother.

i'm uhhhh kind of allergic to super long serialized fiction, especially something like comics where there's no real end point and arcs can more or less continue indefinitely. i made the mistake of getting into homestuck when i was in hs and when that wrapped up i went "okay! i am NEVER getting into something Long And Ongoing ever again!" so i don't really do ongoing book series, tv shows, etc... i've been burned before getting invested in an ongoing story and then seeing the ending trash everything. i like short, punchy, self-contained little things, in this case episodic tv shows that mostly follow a "thing of the day" format and have already gone off the air. if i like something, i DON'T want more of it! hence my hesitant dancing around the behemoth hydra that is dc comics, occasionally poking it with a stick before running off again.

we've gotten off topic. uhhhhhh i think it was kind of funny that the whole reason jason ate it in the first place is because he lost a phone poll by a margin of less than 100 votes

[crispy-bonnie]

HI IT'S ME MWAH MWAH (/P)

- Okay anyways-

- I read your thing about flirtatious s/o, and was like 😳->😏

- Idk if this goes against the rules bc it is limey so (if it is just lmk and delet)

- Can we get uhm.... Jacket, Sokol, Houston, Dallas and for absolutely no reason Dozer for this?

- So can we get a situation where Reader and him have to (for random plot reasons) hide in a tight spot??? Like a locker or something

- This is during/just after a fight so Reader's preeeetty tired

- So they just rest their head on him

- And he's trying so hard not to... not to have.... UHHHHHH-

- I hope you know where this is going???

- (He's trying not to wiener)

yeah this is chill with me ! if i ever write overly spicy stuff , then you'll most likely find it on my alt that's dedicated to the juicy stuff . also no i'm not giving the tag for said alt lmao also , this post in particular is VERY long and took me fucking forever to finish . my writing clearly started to deteriorate towards the end LMAO . consider this a valentine's day special lol i'll be making a special cut of this on my side blog once i get my requests done so stay tuned for that ig

!! SUGGESTIVE CONTENT + CLAUSTROPHOBIA UNDER THE CUT . PLEASE BE ADVISED !!

Tight Spot - PAYDAY + DOZER X READER MULTISHOT

Dallas

Despite such a quiet heist, it was still one of exhaustion. Having to worry about the guards, running past civilians and praying that they don't see you, it's draining. Luckily, a fellow heister volunteered to stealth it with you, making the experience a tad bit easier.

You and Dallas were tasked with tagging a truck with a GPS tracking device whilst the other two heisters, Houston and Hoxton, stayed behind. This truck contained voting machines that you two have to hack, but none of the trucks were labeled, therefore you had to find clues on which ones had the things you needed. The two of you were tucked in a shipping container, waiting for guards to pass while looking through the boxes to see if there was anything indicating the right or wrong truck.

"D-Dallas...? Can we take a quick breather..?" You huffed, your legs cramped from crouching and your body coated in sweat from all the running and sneaking about. Despite the container being so large, the two of you could barely squeeze yourselves inside, as there were boxes packed rather tightly inside. Your legs were entangled in his, both of your torsos just mere centimeters away. You were panting heavily, the tight space making it harder to gather oxygen.

"Sure..are you alri-" He was cut off as you leaned forward, your head now resting on his shoulder as your arms wrapped around his waist. Dallas could feel his face heating up from underneath his mask, but not because of the awkward atmosphere. He stared down at your heavily breating form attempting to gulp down the words that were stuck in his throat.

You were brought out of your heated daze when you heard Dallas groaning softly, in which you pulled back ever so slightly to face him. He had one of his hands pressed against the boxes whilst the other was holding up his mask. You could feel his legs shaking ever so slightly as he tried to curb the attempts to buck his hips towards yours.

"Are you okay?" You hummed, bringing your hand up to his and moving his mask off of his face so you could make sure that he wasn't dying underneath it. However, just as you unveiled his lips, both of his hands shot up to grab your mask, ripping it off before slamming his lips against yours.

The scent of cigarette smoke and his freshly ironed suit filled your nose, the bitter sensation of nicotine and the sweet taste of him now in your mouth as his tongue pressed against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, now resting your hands on his shoulders to pull him closer. Time seemed to slow, everything melting away as you focused on him and only him. Not even the sounds of gunshots or the bickering of the other two heisters outside pulled you out of the trance that the two of you were stuck in.

Let's hope the others don't find you two in that shipping container...

Houston

It was a quiet night. The only sounds heard being rain drops tapping softly against the window and the chatter among the attendees of the auction. As much as the gang wanted to try to place bids on the artifact being auctioned off, they knew that it would take a big chunk out of their vault, and it would most certainly not be a guarantee of even getting it. The criminals instead opted for attempting to steal the item. After all, it was one of the many things they were good at.

Ears sharp and eyes peeled, you crawled down the halls as fast as possible, making sure to keep yourself out of sight from the guards and cameras that littered the building. Houston followed behind, keeping an eye out for anyone approaching. The two of you thought you were safe, but the sound of a gun unholstering and a voice shouting at you two brought you two to a halt.

Turning around to face the guard, he glared the both of you down for a good few seconds. He proceeded to fish his radio out of his pocket, but you had whipped your gun out to shoot it to bits before he could say anything. Next thing you knew, unsilenced gunshots had been fired from the guard's gun, now alerting others. The crowd below was now startled, spooked whispers and gasps echoing from the crowd. The sounds of these sent panic into you, making you directly headshot the guard before grabbing Houston by the wrist and pulling him away.

You shoved yourself and Houston into a storage closet, shutting the door behind you as the alarms started to blare from outside. The closet was unfortunately very tight, but it was the only hiding spot available so that you could wait for the rest of the crew to arrive and save you from this mess. Your hands left the doorknob just after you locked it, letting out a huff of relief before leaning your shocked form against the wall.

"I'm sorry I-"

"No it's okay, it's okay. We didn't know he'd be there." Houston sighed, placing his hand on your shoulder before pulling you close. You took a minute to process what was going on, the sirens, the screaming, and soon the warm embrace that you found yourself in. He continued to whisper reassurings into your ear as he let you relax into him.

A few minutes in, you could hear Houston muttering your name ever so softly. Almost like he was trying to get your attention. You pulled back, looking into his now half-lidded eyes before asking: "Are you okay..?"

"Sorry I just- m- my- ngh..~" Houston pulled his hands away from your waist, bringing one up to his mask and the other down to his pants, the other now gripping onto his belt desperately. He moved his mask off to wipe away some of the sweat that was coating his forehead. Your face flushed red once your eyes trailed down to his crotch, his current behavior finally making sense to you. 

"We should- sh-should get back to the missio-" He went back to pull his mask back on, but you brought your hand up to stop his, soon pulling it away to swipe your mask off and let it clatter to the ground. "No no..." You hummed, your face now inches away from his. The red on his face became brighter as you grabbed at his pants, pulling at them ever so slightly. "Let's take care of your little friend here first~"

Sokol

It was an intense battle. The constant bangs and pops of guns firing, screams of the cops that were being mercilessly shot down as well as the heisters' demands for things like coolant for the drill or to reboot the power, and most importantly, the earpiercing sound of the giant drill burning its way into the glass flooring that blocked the criminals from the stacks upon stacks of cash that they were after.

"SOKOL!" His name erupted from your throat as you fired your weapon at the horde of cops that continued to try to get to the both of you. Your body armor was sparing you of the bleeding you would've had to endure if you didn't have it, but it still hurt regardless. "We're under heavy fire here!"

"БЛИН- I KNOW!" The Russian cursed loudly, also trying to fend off the swarms of cops. Wave after wave, they just kept coming. It was like there was no break to it. You were starting to get exhausted and your armor was starting to deteriorate under its constant abuse, struggling to reload fast enough to be able to continue shooting cops down. You whipped around to face Sokol, but you could only catch the faint image of him grabbing you by the wrist and running through a doorway.

It was a blur, especially with how fast he was running, but soon you finally processed that you two were in a locker room. You could hear the heavy boots of the various cops stampeding their way down the stairs. Within a matter of seconds, you found yourself and the Russian heister now stuffed into a locker, the both of you dead quiet as you two waited for the cops to pass.

It felt like forever until you heard the footsteps of those pesky cops started to fade away, in which you finally managed to take a deep breath before finally leaning against the wall a little more. You looked up at Sokol within the dark confines of the metal locker you two had been stuffed in. It was only when you glanced to the side when you realized that he had both his hands firmly planted next to your head, effectively pinning you within the locker.

Blinking a few times, you focused your gaze back on him, realizing that his mask had been shoved out of its place, now showing a good portion of his face. You could see his platinum eyes glinting at you with an almost feral intent, his hair scattered and no longer its in slicked back state. From what you could see with the little light provided, his sweat-coated face was dusted pink, his jaw hanging slightly as be panted harshly.

"You know..." He started, his voice low as if he were growling, bringing his left hand away from your head only to rip his mask off, as well as yours. He proceeded to grip your chin and pull you close, nearly closing the gap between your lips and his. "The drill has quite a long time before it's done, no?"

You could feel the heat rushing to your face and down to your crotch because of his behavior, letting out a small whimper as he left a soft kiss on your lips. The hardness in his pants was pressed against your thigh, his hips moving ever so slightly and bringing friction between the two surfaces. Sokol leaned into your ear, nibbling at your earlobe gently before purring:

"Why don't we... pass the time... милый?"

Jacket

Jacket wasn't very fond of stealth, and neither were you. Of course, Bain made the two of you go on this heist anyway. Why? Who knows, and you honestly couldn't care less. You just wanted to get the heist over and done with.

The two of you were infiltrating the GenSec arena, in which there was vault that was in need of cracking. There was a concert going on for a musician going by the name 'Alesso'. The music was bumping from the stage itself, so loud that the two of you could hear it whilst in the halls behind the concessions.

You had to find the C4 that was marked in some of the storage closets, said closets being marked with a red X. However, what the two of you didn't know was that there were going to be a few guards patrolling this area. You currently had some of your lockpicking equipment out, desperately trying to get the reinforced door open. You could feel Jacket nudging at you, knowing that there was a guard nearly.

Just before the guard could even get a proper glance of the two of you, you managed to get the storage closet open, soon getting pushed inside by Jacket as faster than a lightning bolt. He quickly kicked the door closed, hearing the lock you had just picked click as the metal door slammed shut.

"That..." You breathed, your chest rising and falling harshly as you found yourself staring into the beady eyes of Jacket's mask. "That was close...huh?"

You attempted to push yourself up, only to realize that Jacket had both of your wrists pinned to the cold concrete floor. Letting out a quick chuckle as to try and make the situation a little less awkward, you attempted to get up once more.

"J-Jacket...? I think- I think we're safe now-" It only took a few seconds before you found both your mask and Jacket's thrown to the side, the lack of his mask now revealing his reddened face and almost feral expression. His eyes stared into yours with a feverish yet lucid glow, his face starting to inch closer and closer to yours. "Jacket what are you-"

You were cut off as he rammed his chapped lips against your own, his kiss animalistic and rough in nature. It was only after he pulled away when he realized what he did, his grip weakening and his eyes widening. Jacket was about to reach for his tape recorder, but you stopped him, your voice weak but words clear as day:

"K-keep going~"

Dozer

"Damn it, FALL BACK! NOW!" You could hear Captain Winters screaming the demand into the radio, causing you to nearly panic, more so that you already are. You knew the Payday gang would put up a fight, but if Captain Winters himself was telling units to fall back, then you know something was wrong. You glanced up at your fellow colleague, a Skulldozer that you were good friends with, who was just shooting down an unfortunately no longer fellow cop. You would be gloomy about the fact, but you had no time for that, as the two of you were on the fourth floor and in immediate danger.

You were just about to whisper to him about the Captain's demands, but when you felt a bullet just barely graze your armor, your attention was pulled away. You focused your gaze in front of you, now seeing one of the masked criminals with a submachine gun slowly approaching you. Your face paled upon the sight, now frantically looking for a way out. You caught a glance of what the Dozer was facing, and much to your dismay, you found that the both of you were being closed in on by two of the clown-faced criminals.

Squeezing your eyes shut and ready to accept your fate, you were pulled out of your trance of fear, as well as being pulled out of the hall the two of you were in and into a room. It was only a matter of seconds before you realized that the Skulldozer had pulled you into a room nearby, holding you closely by the waist as he looked around for a hiding spot.

Just as the door to the room was kicked open by one of the gang members, you two had just barely managed to squeeze yourselves into a closet, holding your breaths and praying that he would leave soon. Luckily, upon scanning the room, the criminal backed out of the place, giving you the opportunity to gasp for air.

"Oh thank god-" You managed to say inbetween gasps. You pulled the mask obscuring your face down, revealing your pink-tinted cheeks and slightly ajar mouth. "God- all this can really work up someone's heat, huh?"

"Hehe...yeah.." Dozer responded quietly to you, in which you found oddly concerning. It was clear how draining the situation was, but usually he'd have some sort of witty remark or joke to respond to you with, but he seemed a bit sluggish this time around.

"Hey...are you okay?" You hummed, reaching your gloved hand out to the Dozer. He seemed to back away just a little bit upon your approach, causing you to retract your hand instead. "Do you need be to get Winters to call an extraction team? I can-"

"I-it's really hot in here..." He whimpered out, his legs trembling within his heavy armor. You were about to ask if he needed any help taking his armor or anything off, but you were cut off by his voice as well as your flustered response to it: "Or maybe you're just heating up the room~?"

"I- y-you-" Your face was nearly as red as your uniform, your nervous stuttering eliciting a chuckle from the Dozer that was pressed up against you.

"Y'know..." Dozer hummed, flipping his face plate up so you could see his lustful expression through the glass of his helmet, his other hand pressed against the wall next to your head as he purred:

"Maybe we can have some fun while we're still here~"

[gurugirl]

okay for a follow up to Little Flower... hear me out guru

maybe she is second guessing what happened. maybe something comes up and she can kind of explain the bruises on her neck somehow? or she just thinks she's going crazy a little because she doesn't hear from harry until she goes back to work. but things seem like normal.

then she gets sent a video of her boyfriend with this girl he's cheating on her with from an unknown number so now she's wondering if maybe harry is behind this.

she decides to confront her bf when she has the energy for it and gets more flowers. or maybe something more risque gets sent to her house or something? cuffs or something?

so she confronts her boyfriend because she's got proof and after that wild dream/or whatever that was 👀 she can't stop thinking about harry. they break up.

she gets home and harry's there and he tells her how proud he is of her to break up with her boyfriend and he cuffs her to the bed and fucks until she's passed out.

then at the end she wakes up and harry's not in bed and shes all - NOT AGAIN?

But turns out he's just making her coffee and she's surprised it's real and also relieved? And he's like 'what is it little flower? thought I'd left again?' and then he's wrapping his hand around her neck and kissing her hard before he says 'i'm not leaving ever again. you're mine.'

🙈🙈

you probably already have something as an idea but i couldn't get this idea out of my mind for a follow up 🙈 i'm sorry if it's so bad i just needed to share.

UHHHHHH YES?

This is such a good way to kind of wrap up the story! You gave me a few more ideas with this and I think I can add in some darker elements (for my dark harry lovers) with this.

Not only this - the way some of these ideas are things I've jotted down already! You are in my brain babe!!!!

In no way is this bad. You are so smart and I love you for this!

Thank you!!

xoxo

[tonberry-yoda]

👀

I would love a matchup and first date

You already know everything about me 💀

Fandom: uhhhhhh One piece 😈

First dream date: it would probably be something fun like the arcade or go karts tbh

Take your time 😊

notes 💌: hey goofy ahh. tee hee. okay. tee hee. super glad you did this event fr. makin me giggle dude. okay okay. matchup time.

THE CHARACTER CUPID CHOOSES FOR YOU THIS VALENTINE’S DAY IS…

LUFFY!!

like you're both really loud and goofy and that's a good thing

your energy would match so well

he would stare at you while you draw

like eyes wide, just staring at your pencil and paper

you would have to push his face away lmao

he would lay in your lap like a lil baby tbh

expect a lot of hugs and cuddles from this dude

A LOT

he would steal your clothes I think

even if they dont fit

he would tell you that you look like mini crocodile and you just stare at him like this -_-

would ask you to be his pirate queen i think

he would straw with you and please support him

he's trying

always crawling on you like a feral animal tbh

would wrap his arms all around you

know that you will be meeting ace and sabo and spending a lot of time with him

but i think that luffy would get jealous when he finds you hanging out with ace a lil too much because you two bond over your la criox addiction LMFAO

would pout in your arms if you're not giving him enough attention

you will be petting his hair most of the time

and he will sometimes return the favor LMFAO

💌 HOW WOULD HE ASK YOU TO BE HIS VALENTINE??

he would run up to you with a full mouth of food and try to tell you something, but you are like "huh?! dude i cant hear you with your mouth full like that." he swallows his food and giggles. "Sanji was talking about Valentine's day and said I needed a Valentine, so I figured I'd ask you. Be my valentine." He was still shoving food in his mouth, but honestly, you cant say no to him.

💌 VALENTINE’S DAY DATE

"Come on!" Luffy said, dragging you behind him. You jokingly rolled your eyes, but followed him anyway. He ended up leading you to a building with neon lights and fun sounds inside. You beamed and turned to Luffy. "An arcade?!" "With go karts." Luffy put his hands proudly on his hips and you flung yourself on him in a hug. He smiled at you and placed a kiss onto your nose before the two of you ran inside. You had to teach Luffy how to play most of the games, but after a while, the two of you were nonstop winning tickets and beating each other in multiplayer games. You found a laser tag area and duked it out to the point where the two of you got kicked out. You even left kids crying after they lost to you at the go karts. After a high five and a some snacks, the two of you went home satisfied with your date. Luffy crawled into your arms and placed kisses up and down your neck before mumbling "happy valentines day, cutie" and falling asleep in your arms.

[bitchgray]

How would you best describe each of your selfships? What aesthetic, things or colors do you remind each of them of? - meggs’s toothless anon

OH GOSH okay uhhhhhh....

Okay, full disclosure, if you're from the server then you are probably vaguely aware from the number I have put as server roles, I have like.....a lot of self ships. So to avoid this being a mile long post, I'm just gonna meander through a handful off the top of my head, many of whom are mentioned only briefly on the server, if at all (most of whom aren't even in my roles). If you had any ship(s) in mind that weren't covered here, please feel free to send a separate ask. Readmore-ing now.

Tim Stoker

Fire, for....reasons > - > (Most of these reasons are nice, but there are also sadder reasons)

In terms of colors....sorta pale yellow, for reasons I can't put my finger on, but. It's how he makes me feel.

Wolf memes/pictures. This isn't necessarily like. Aesthetic. But like. Okay, there's this one meme that's circulating around here--I have it somewhere--and Lili (touyaspeach) agreed that that's just. Him.

Additionally, in that same vein, The Bigfin Squid (Magnapinna). Another one where we just tagged him as a random animal and it stuck.

Almonds. Candied almonds. I'm throwing them at him from across the Archives break room and missing almost every time.

Holding hands, touching hands--like--that sounds weird out of context, but he's an exceptionally touchy person, and for me (touchstarved) that just. That being something just makes me soggy.

He's an autumn ship! So a lot of that gets wrapped up around him. Makes sense, too, given how he's from Spooky Media.

Clavis Lelouch

Well, easy/simple answer--pale lavender and blue grey for colors, because those are his canon colors.

His emblem animal is a leopard, but whenever I think about him, I just feel like I'm getting picked up and swung around like a housecat. And I'm even being nice about it, not even scratching or biting him, though he deserves it.

Lilacs for flower.

Gloved hands--because he almost always wears gloves and I almost always wear gloves, the contrast between that and skin contact is like.....powerful. Big stuff. If that makes sense.

Fancy ring on a necklace chain--that's how I keep my engagement ring safe, given that I don't want to risk it getting any sorta damaged while I work or train (knight).

Tea--it's one of the things he's really good at making--can't make food that seems normal for the life of him, but his tea I really love.

Swords. Easy answer, but in my defense, I *am* a knight in this, and he *is* a practiced fighter.

He's a spring ship.

Gale Dekarios

Purple for color. Easy answer, I know, but.

Also another easy answer--books. Books of all kinds with any kind of thing marking places--scraps of paper, ribbons, proper marks, feathers, gloves.

Stars! Like, constellations and shit. My self-insert is a sailor, so stars are a pretty important thing.

Embroidery in gloves and scarves. During my first winter in Waterdeep, he gets me a pretty scarf embroidered with flowers that matches his, and gloves enchanted to stay warm. I pretend to have forgotten them at home when I just wanna hold his hand when we're out at the market.

Swords. I like swords, in case you can't tell.

There's a lot of really pretty Magic that can fit into an aesthetic, he's so easy to be pretty.

I also like the idea of like....engraving runes or something on metalwork--because I end up taking up enchantment as a hobby and work source after Canon Events and Personal Story Events, so I think that counts as aesthetic.

I'm stealing Tara. Less a matter of aesthetic, just me saying things again.

He's kinda an end-of-autumn, start-of-winter ship.

Azul Ashengrotto

Well, he *is* part of the origin of Bitch Gray. His hair color is kinda like, emblematic of him, alongside purple and black and blue.

He kind of has his own distinct aesthetic, a sorta mob thing, but I'm trying to piece together something distinct from that, at least sorta.

Ink stains on hands. Can't separate from that image.

The dawn--I can't understand why, just. It seems like him.

Simple, delicate and elegant jewelry. Mostly golden.

He's another gloves ship. This one's more about touch/not touch again, because he's also touchstarved, so when we finally get together it's like...dams are open.

Water-dappled light. The sounds of the waves.

Love letters, filled with clumsy, frustrated poetry, sealed and never sent.

He's a spring ship--water getting warmer, the skies getting lighter, kind of just. Hope.

Anders

You know that iridescent green that black feathers can have? Yeah. That green and the black it's on.

He's another one who loves housecats. He gets a big cuddly orange boy, and I will die on this hill.

Dried plants--medicinal, mostly, but also things like pressing flowers in books.

Swords again, but this time with the image in particular of sharpening blades--of work and pride put into who we are, what we do.

Hand-written words. We both do writing, him for his work for mages, mine for simple pleasure.

He's another mage--so you can get Aesthetic Magic shots.

Also, hands. So much of his healing is based around touch, around helping create poultices and tinctures, or around using his magic. So I want to give him a tender touch, too, if he'd let me.

Secrets--hard to put into aesthetic form, I suppose, but. There's a level of trust with each other with secrets afterwards.

He's a winter ship. So he's fireplaces and warm cloaks and ensuring that the other remembered to bring gloves, bundling scarves a little closer.

[the-hype-dragon]

Books I read in June

Good god I got kinda burned out this month, I made the dumb decision to read a bunch of doorstoppers and made the mistake of forcing myself to finish a book I didn't think was that great.

uhhhhhh anyway here:

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling - reread, 3/5

Confession time: I've always kinda disliked DH and my opinion has not changed lmao, I thought it wrapped up the series okay but there are a lot of things I just don't like about and never have. On the other hand I'm one of those people who actually likes the epilogue. Had some genuinely great writing for a YA series and certainly was not a bad book, I just never had as good a time reading this as I did the other Potter books.

The Broken Sword by Poul Anderson - 2/5

There were things I liked about this while I was reading it but overall it was not an enjoyable experience and as I sit here typing this I can't even talk myself into saying there were any parts I really enjoyed, although I know I did WHILE I was reading it, or else I wouldn't have finished it. Like I would start to think "hmmm maybe I better DNF" and then something interesting would happen, rinse and repeat for 260 pages. I can't believe people think this is better than LOTR (which I am also not a huge fan of so don't @ me lmao). Yes I understood what Anderson was going for, I just didn't like it. Maybe I would have Gotten It if I was a man, who knows. There are like eighty covers of this book but I was blessed with a copy bearing the above image, which just... idk it's that distinct 70s-era corniness, I can't help but love it.

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J.K. Rowling - reread, 4/5

I've always liked HBP but it's been a hot minute since I've read the latter half of the HP series and I forgot just how weak HBP's denouement is. That said it's still pretty entertaining and the cave sequence was as harrowing to read now as it was when I first read it back in 2005. Slughorn is my favorite Hogwarts professor, he's just so mundanely unlikable and imo a good example of Rowling's talent for character writing.

The Burning Stone by Kate Elliott - 5/5

For about 90% of the book I was willing to say this was just a solid 4/5, but the last chapter really blew my mind lmao and that's saying something because much of the rest of the book is full of crazy plot twists. I did have some issues with it like an increasingly dragging pace (thanks to the ever-growing cast of characters) but otherwise it's a pretty great book, the good parts are REALLY good and the few parts I had issues with weren't because they were outright bad but because the stuff happening wasn't really my cup of tea. Also this book is pretty poorly-edited (at least the 1999 edition I have) with many noticeable typos but that didn't detract TOO much from the story imo. Still pretty solid and the climax was amazing, ended up really loving it.

The Seventh Son by Reay Tannahill - DNF, 1/5

The War of the Roses was a legitimately interesting period of English history with actual larger-than-life personalities involved and not a single author I've read has been able to truly capture it effectively in fiction. My problem is basically this: in spite of what records exist about the women involved in the conflict very few authors manage to make them anything but man-obsessed nonentities, and most of these books focus (or over-focus, I'd argue) on the military campaigns. Anyway The Seventh Son is just more Richard III apologia and I hate that too. And in spite of a strong beginning focusing on the dumbass laws these idiots made to hoard as much power for themselves as possible (which I genuinely find interesting) it quickly devolved into typical boring historical fiction trying to flaw-scrub the men while also listing off the horrible ways men were legally allowed to treat their wives, and how not even women of high rank were exempt from this treatment. Made me feel physically ill. Overall disappointing.

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so now that I'm completely fried here are the books I plan to read in July:

The Dispossessed by Ursula K. Le Guin (which I started in the third week of June, but I was also trying to finish The Burning Stone and that took precedence)

A Good Man is Hard to Find by Flannery O'Connor

Child of Flame by Kate Elliott

Nine Layers of Sky by Liz Williams

And there may be others, sometimes I'm just seized by a whim and cannot stop it. But we'll see!!!

[raccoongrippers]

Okay, so –

I felt like being in a silly goofy mood, and I can not get any of this shit out in the world that is my life, so I'mma just dump it in here as a Simon Riley x gn!reader fic. Yeah, dumb, sure, but I just neeeeeeded to do this. Bear with me here.

Uhhhhhh... There shouldn't be any TWs in here, just enjoy. It's just silly goofy shiznit.

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It was a slow day, to be blunt. Not much but paperwork was done at the 141 base, so it was..boring. There were no missions other than the ones that had been going on from days prior, and even then none of the people left at base were very involved in them.

To say you were restless was most definitely an understatement – at the end of the day, you were practically bouncing off the walls from all your pent up energy. No one had the energy to deal with it, so Price sent Simon–sent Ghost in to try and get you to calm your ass down. Which, in all honesty, didn't do squat.

So now here he was, sitting on the edge of your military cot with arms crossed, watching you pace around the room while you ramble on about who knows what. Whatever it is you're talking about, he's not quite sure, but what he does know is that you've been talking for the past 15 minutes without end, and he's getting a bit tired of it.

So once your rambling hits the 17 minute mark, he's had about enough. In the blink of an eye, he catches your abdomen with his arm, stopping your pacing as he pulls you onto his lap. A soft sigh falls from his lips as he looks at you, rolling his mask up to his nose and kissing you directly on the lips. If that wouldn't make you quiet, he didn't know what would.

And when he pulls away from the gentle, out of nowhere kiss, it's no shocker that you've stopped talking. Not a single word falls from your lips, not even a sound. The room is silent.

Simon wraps his arms very gently but snugly around your waist, looking into your eyes with a cocked brow. He speaks in his normal, Manchester accent, "Is there anything from your rambles that I can possibly answer to make you stop talking about them for a while?"

It takes a bit of thinking before you can answer, but you manage to come up with one very nonsensical question, "If curtains were fish, what would be their human attraction on a scale from 1 to ceiling tile?"

And, to no ones surprise, he looks at you with a dumbfounded look. He's seriously debating getting your brain donated to science for examination at this point. After about 5 minutes of him just staring, he replies in an almost uncertain tone, ".. Wall paint?"

That answer makes you smirk, which he really doesn't understand if that's a good thing or not. "My thoughts exactly," you respond proudly.

Now he's just confused. Congratulations, you managed to confuse the esteemed Simon Riley. 🎊🎉

I feel like he'd just look away from you during this, being something like this ↓

Anyways, have a great day! (Or night..? Idk, just have a good time of day wherever the heck you are in the world.)

-R. G.

[bugeater101]

Heat of the Moment

Synopsis: A platonic picnic between you and Jeongin takes a strange turn when a friendly food fight becomes an intense battle for dominance. After leaving once he takes it a step too far, you’re stuck with unfamiliar feelings. When you try to take matters into your own hands, however, you find yourself unsuccessful. Luckily, Jeongin feels as though he can help once he sees how truly desperate you are.

Content: fluff, smut, fem!reader x jeongin, sub!reader, dom!jeongin (he is literally the worst), perv!jeongin, innocent!reader, bestfriend!reader x bestfriend!jeongin, corruption kin, exhibitionism (only a little), voyerism, masturbation (f and m), praise kink, pet names, oral sex (f and m receiving) penetrative sex, strength kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

Word Count: 9.4 k (uhhhhhh sorry)

Author’s Notes: Okay I have literally never read anything about I.N. before because he just isn’t the kind of person I normally read or write for, you know? So, with that said, I hope it this fic is awesome! If anyone has any suggestions about writing Jeongin in the future then please message me :) ALSO I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG uni has just been a lot recently :P 

Taglist: @scribblemetae ,@taekbeokki, @mygsis, @9900z​

The sun was scorching, but the food in your stomach transformed its beams into a lethargic haze. It was your idea to have a picnic, but with the efforts that Jeongin went to execute it, it was more like his picnic that you just showed up to with a basket of food and a pretty dress. And my god did he fucking love that dress on you. 

You just mentioned it two weeks ago: that it would be nice for you and him to have a little friend-date in the park that you two always walked through to get boba. And as your tongue wrapped around the straw to suck the milk-tea up, Jeongin thought about how wonderful it would be to do something like a picnic with you— especially with you referring to it as a “date”. It made his heart flutter and his mind wander. 

He had always thought of you two as more than friends, especially with your flirtatious attitude. But, still, maybe your behaviour could be attributed to your clueless demeanour.

Maybe you truly were just kind and he was the perverted one. Maybe that one time when you ate food from his fingers and then licked his index clean was simply you just being your cutesy self and try cleaning him up, and not you indicating that you would like to lick all over his cock and lap up him up. Maybe when he was gaming and you sat behind him and then wrapped your arms and legs around him (jokingly pretending that you were in the movie Ghost and that him beating this mini-boss was equivalent to making pottery with Patrick Swayze), pressed your chest into him, and he felt your pussy through your tight shorts on his lower back that it was just a thing friend did. 

Maybe Jeongin had all these deep, dirty thoughts about holding you up to show you his strength and fucking you while standing, or about washing you in the shower and treating you so gently after making you take his dick for hours on end. Maybe there was also a romantic part of him that enjoyed those sweet moments which rested between the intense sexual ones that he imagined. Maybe it was all in his head; maybe he was just a horny 20 year old. Maybe he was in love with is best friend and wanted to show the world that. 

But, hey, there’s no way he could know. Right?

Now, you two were sat on the soft blanket Jeongin bought specifically for your picnic. It was green and checkered to hide grass stains, and effort meant to keep the blanket pristine, and he hoped it implied that he intended to go on many more picnic dates with you. 

You dressed for the occasion, dawning a blue dress inspired by all those damn cottage-core Tik Toks you saw, and Jeongin thought it made you look all the more cute, soft... maybe even more innocent.

“Your dress is really pretty, Y/n,” he commented, red coating his cheeks. You assumed that his scarlet cheeks might be due to the heat, especially considering that it was boiling outside and he was wearing jeans and a baggy shirt (his usual get-up). You didn’t think that he became so red simply because you were that pretty. But still, you blushed back at his comment, ducking away.

“Thank you, Innie. You look very handsome today, too,” you responded in a teasing tone. It was always like this between you two. Every conversation was actually two in one: you both said said one thing, but your tones and demeanours meant another. It was all a teasing act, a fight for a winner that would never come as the battles never ceased. You enjoyed it like that, but sometimes it became annoying. Yet, you didn’t mind. Jeongin was your bestfriend and it always came down to making both of you happy, never about who could out-annoy who.

Jeongin was sprawled out beside you, sitting up on his elbow, his body facing yours, and eyes squinting at the glare from the sun. You were sat up, knees tucked to your chest and your arms hugging your legs.

But—fuck—Jeongin wished your position were reversed: if you were laying like he was, maybe, just maybe, he would be able to look down your entire dress. However, he knew he was lucky he couldn’t see anything more than your radiance in the sun. If he could see down your dress or up it at your panties, then he just might rip that cloth off of you and fuck you senseless in front of all the park-goers. 

“I know,” Jeongin responded, trying to match your behaviour while attempting to maintain his cool. “I dressed up just for you.” 

You giggled at what you believed was fake-flirtatious banter. “Maybe we should dress up like this more often then, we do look really good,” you sighed, laying down with your arms behind your head and enjoying the sunlight. 

Jeongin stared at you, he couldn’t stop. My god, you were beautiful. the sun hit your skin and it glowed on the highlights of your cheekbones, blessing your skin with a glow you didn’t need. You were so pretty, so fucking radiant. 

Today was special for him, too. Because today, he was going to tell you. He was not going to tell you all the thoughts he had about fucking you, of course; He wasn’t that stupid and he didn’t want to scare you off. 

No. Today he was going to make you his own. 

Jeongin took a shaky breath in, trying to control his emotions and prevent the blood from rushing to his cock. Fuck, he was pathetic. His dick was getting hard just from looking at your pristine beauty and the thoughts of confessing to you that he like-liked you. He was falling for you, and he couldn’t help it.

He released his breath. He knew, however, that he had to keep up this teasing act. It’s what your friendship was, and he always was able to have fun with it, too. A lot of fun, in fact.

“Do you want more strawberries, y/n?” He asked. Before you could respond, Jeongin reached across you and grabbed the ripest strawberry left on the charcuterie board. His whole body moved with him, blocking the sun and the blue sky so the beams shone behind him. My god, he looked like the sun. Your words caught in your throat as you stared up at the fox-like boy, cheeks heating up, heart thumping in your chest. 

You felt this way around him sometimes, of course. Who wouldn’t if their best friend was built like a god, with defined abs you could sometimes see if he lifted his arms to stretch and a face that looked gorgeous even when he was exasperated from a long day's work? You felt this way sometimes, like a schoolgirl getting a new crush: he did something new to you too that other people didn’t. He made you feel weird, in places you were too embarrassed to talk about. God, you needed to get a hold of yourself.

“A-actually, I would love one, Innie!” You finally responded in the smallest voice as you stared up at Jeongin, who held the reddest strawberry you’d ever seen in his slender hands. He smirked at you. You had to remember, it was all part of the game that was your friendship. 

“Open up wide, then,” he chuckled. Embarrassingly, you almost immediately opened your mouth, just parting your lips wide enough to fit the sweet berry in. Jeongin laughed at your obedience, and you hoped that he would just feed you the damn berry and stop teasing you. You were starting to get those tingly feelings again, and having him pressed against your chest, towering over you didn’t help. 

But, Jeongin didn’t just pop the berry in your mouth, clamour off of you, and call it a day for this little charade. 

Instead, he laid above you, holding his mouth open to and his eyes wide, letting out a prolonged “ah!” to make sure that you kept your lips parted. He knew he didn’t just want to feed you, his baby, but make her embarrassed about wanting the food so badly.

Slowly, he began to lower the food into your mouth. Yet, before the berry could be placed on your awaiting tongue, Jeongin began tracing it along your plump lips. The sensations made you mewl a bit, pushing your eyebrows together in confusion and frustration.

“Oh, you’re getting antsy, y/n,” Jeongin teased, giggling at your annoyance with him. Nevertheless, he kept tracing your lips lightly with the strawberry, not letting you taste the juices of the fruit. Yet, you remained compliant, and let him have his fun. You didn’t know why, you just knew that the feelings you were experiencing—the ones down there, the ones that were more than just butterflies in your stomach that you were too mortified to admit to—were getting stronger, stranger, and, somehow, pleasurable. 

So, you waited, pinned under his body, the heat from him and the sun that shone above you two warming your body delightfully. Suddenly, when it felt like you couldn’t wait a second more and were about to bite his fingers off along with the berry, Jeongin yanked his hand away and popped the berry in his mouth. 

“Oh, you asshole!” You yelled at him, pushing the cackling man off of you so that he rolled onto his back next to you. “I could kill you!”

“Do it then!” he rebutted through fits of laughter. You smirked at the snide remark. Swiping another ripe strawberry from the ravaged platter, you quickly pushed the laughing Jeongin flat to the ground and straddled his lap. 

Jeongin freezed. The sun is behind you now, peaky through your hair and curving around your body. 

At this moment, Jeongin knew he was fucked. 

Of course, you looked so beautiful that his dick became (embarrassingly) hard sometimes. But now you were literally straddling him. Worse yet, your dress had ridden up so that, though it covered your legs to your knees, your panties were directly touching his clothed cock. 

Jeongin gulped and mentally begged his dick to stay flacid. 

You chuckled at the man’s feeble state below you, blissfully unaware of the effect you had on him. Before Jeongin was about to burst and start grinding up into you for everyone to see, you leaned forward and raised your hips slightly. Jeongin was about to sigh in relief as you no longer left him in a comprimising position, but his sigh of relief caught in his throat as you leaned in close to him. His eyes were wide, staring into yours that were gleeful at his nervous state. You brought the strawberry to his face and traced his lips, mocking him as you mimicked his prior actions.

“Well, don’t you want another strawberry, Innie?” You giggled— and truly giggled. You were mocking him, but as friends do. This was fun for you, and he could tell. It was fun for him too, but in a much different, more devious way. Yet, he loved the difference. It scared him to admit that the different intentions you two had made him hornyL that you being unconscious of his true lust made him hard. In short, your naivety turned him on. 

And all this time you were tracing that fucking strawberry on his lips, so thank God you weren’t sitting on his cock anymore. If you were, you would have been made well-aware of all the perverted things he thinks about you.

“Ah! Innie! Come on!” You laughed at him, sticking your tongue out slightly and going “ah!”, unknowingly doing the most lewd thing one could do in public. This level of PDA was something that Jeongin wasn’t normally comfortable with, but fuck it. If it was with you, then he’d let you sit on top of him and have your fun. It was fun for him, too. Again, just a different kind of fun. 

“Well, I might just have it then since you ate mine up!” Humour layered your voice as you ripped the berry from him and sat up. Thankfully, you sat on his hips. If you had sat on his crotch again, he would have cum in his pants and would’ve lost all sense of control. 

You stuck the strawberry in between your teeth and then leaned back down to him. You giggled in mischievous delight at his stunned, confused expression which hid his aroused demeanour. 

“You wan’ i’, huh?” you said through the strawberry. 

And you were right. Jeongin wanted it. Really, really bad.

Confidence rushed through his blood and Jeongin shut his eyes tight. Fuck the plan to confess to you, to tell you his deepest fears about loving you and ruining your friendship, but saying “fuck it” and loving you anyway. Fuck every idea he’d ever had!

Before you could laugh at him a second longer, Jeongin pulled his head up and put his mouth on yours. Pushing your lips together, he took a bite of the strawberry and ate it quickly before going in again, snaking his tongue around the rest that sat between your teeth, and pulled it into his mouth.

He ate it quickly, but relished in the taste of the berry and your saliva.

Altogether, the combined sensation of you sitting with your whole weight on him, hands on his chest, sun burning his arms, the experience was divine. 

But then he realized what he did. He finished the remnants of the berry, releasing a shaky exhale to control himself. Licking the juice from his lips, he opened his eyes to meet yours.

Stunned. Your eyes shot wide at the man below you.

Jeongin knew he had fucked up. 

Before he could rub your arms to console you, apologize for kissing you, or beg to do it again and push your pussy onto his hardening cock, you scrambled off of him.

“Y/n, I-”

“I-I should go, Innie!” the words left your mouth in a jumble and you hurriedly stuffed random plates into your picnic basket. Jeongin sat straight up, staring at your reddened face. Were you blushing? Were you embarrassed that your best friend did what he always wanted to do and stick his tongue down your throat? That your body pushed right into him and you maybe felt a little more than you should have?

Or, were you just sunburnt?

Jeongin tried to place a hand on your shoulder, but you shrugged it off.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Concern layered his voice and you didn’t care. You didn’t stop. You just kept packing your stuff, throwing whatever you recognized as yours into the basket until there was nothing left except for the blanket and Jeongin on it. Jeongin attempted to reach out for you again, but his hand was flicked away as you quickly stood.

“I’m fine,” you finally responded, standing a good three feet from him with your back straight and both hands on the basket handle with a grip so firm that your knuckles were white. “I just feel... weird... and I think the teasing went too far this time a-and.... I need to go home Jeongin!” 

Jeongin. You never called him that. He was always your “Innie,” your lovely best friend and protector. Never “Jeongin.” 

He knew something was truly wrong and he wanted to help, but before he could get another syllable past his berry-stained lips, you were already across the park and heading in the direction you had come from.

Jeongin’s gaze followed you across the grass until you disappeared from his eyesight, and when your figure was finally gone, hidden in the trees and groups of people, Jeongin fell back onto the blanket. He put his palms on his eyes, not just to block out the sun, but to press them into his sockets and marinate in sheer anxiety, shame, and embarrassment of what he just did. He made you uncomfortable and did it purposefully. A deep, exasperated sigh escaped him.

“Stupid,” he said to himself. Well, there’s no use in a single man taking up such a beautiful picnic location. Jeongin threw his torso up and looked at the discarded food packaging around him. Then he noticed it. Your mask, your blue one that matched your dress and that you loved dearly. 

“Fuck.”

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The door slammed behind you, the light from the hot day cascading into your apartment and welcoming you. Your body shook with every nervous breath you took, chest rising and falling at an alarming rate. 

You had practically sprinted home after that stunt Jeongin pulled. You tossed the basket onto the counter, choosing to ignore the thought of cleaning it up and instead focusing on the problem at hand: that feeling you had.

You went to your room and shut the door behind you, allowing yourself to be absorbed by the calmness of your sanctuary. 

But nothing could calm you. You weren’t still panting from the rush home, but your breaths remained heavy from the fact that your best friend had kissed you. So, you laid on the ground. You hadn’t done this in forever, but laying on the floor was always relaxing, especially considering that it was boiling outside and the wood flooring was cool. And, literally and metaphorically, you needed to cool off. With your arms outstretched, the sun brushed your legs while the rest of your body hid in the shadow cast by your furniture. 

Fuck, you were still hot. But, you were alone.

Kicking off your dress so that you were left in nothing but your panties (as you hadn’t worn a bra), you pressed your almost bare body back into the hardwood and tried to think of all the things you wanted to do to get back at Jeongin.

How could he do that? It was so invasive, so impersonal yet intimate. It was as if he didn’t think for a moment and let some cruel part of him take over. 

He had to have known about your feelings for him by now considering you were always so kind to him and even dressed up for a simple park picnic. Even calling him handsome at one point! Ugh! That boy was clueless.

Then he goes and does something like that, sticking his tongue in your mouth! And towering over you. And not letting you eat the strawberry, but instead letting it dance slowly, sensually, teasingly on your lips.

You exhaled from your nose slowly and tried to steady your breathing.

To be honest, you weren’t entirely mad at him. You always wanted him to be forward, but not like that. Maybe you wanted him to be slower, at least hold your hand a bit longer. Brush your hair out of your face, wrap his arm around you... all that young, dumb, and romantic stuff. But, still, it wasn’t all bad. 

And that was the shameful part: that him being overly assertive and quickly crossing the line between flirtatious friends and animalistic arousal was sort of... attractive. Even with him on top of you, you had to admit that you sort of wanted him to kiss you. You had truly believed that him tracing that berry on your lips meant he wanted to kiss you. 

But no. He didn’t. He pulled away. And laughed. Laughed.

Then you thought about you on top of him, and that was even more painful. You had tried to be flirtatious back, but then he goes and puts his lips on you, only to try and eat the fruit! 

And still, you hate to admit it, but in that moment when Jeongin decided to take the fruit from your lips, you sort of hoped that he would have just been brave enough to pull the strawberry out of your mouth and kiss you instead. 

Maybe do a little more even...

Stop! What are you thinking! You were burning up from the heat and now your cheeks are redder than ever! You may not be able to see your face but you can surely feel the heat from your blush. Ugh! 

Damn this heat.

You sat up onto your knees and laid your head on your bed, arms extended so that they weren’t pressed against your sweaty torso. It almost looked like you were praying except for the fact that you were in nothing but your underwear. 

You pressed your face hard into the mattress, breathing through the comforter and trying to think of anything but Jeongin. And him beneath you

And then it hit you.

It was weird, in that moment with him beneath you. You wanted something then. You had felt something, a desire... in places you’d rather not admit. You pressed your face harder into the bed, trying to hide your embarrassment from no one. 

What if Jeongin had kissed you then instead of continuing to be the immature asshole he was? Maybe he would have kissed you again. Maybe on your neck. Maybe start rubbing your sides, trying to calm you down. Maybe he would rub down your thighs, and eventually even your ass. Maybe he would’ve pulled your dress up, felt your ass directly, and just kept kissing you. In front of everyone. You sort of wanted him to really show everyone that he wanted you and you alone. That you were his.

And then you felt it again. Down there.

Your head shot up from the bed and you found your hips moving slightly back and forth. Your thighs were pressed tightly together, and you found your fingers gripping your bed sheets for dear life.

Why did Jeongin do this to you? No one ever had before, then here he comes ready to make private parts of yourself feel all.... peculiar. That was the most fitting word, yes? What else could it be described as? Weirdness? Perhaps curiosity?

Maybe “excitement”?

This feeling would come, and you would make it go by forcing yourself to think of anything but Innie. You didn’t want to make your friendship weird, and you certainly didn’t want to do it because you were some freak who got all excited by the thought of your friend being under you and tracing your fingers on his lips.

Berries. It was berries. Not your fingers. Get it together.

But you couldn’t tear your head away from the image, and as much as you pressed your face into your comforter and tried to slow your breath, you couldn’t stop thinking about Jeongin. 

Come on, do it! Think of anything else! You can’t let this happen to your friendship, especially when you want to be more than friends!

You can’t think about him on top of you, hands on either side, breath so steady that his exhale tickles your ears. Sweat dripping from his forehead, panting slightly from the excitement of climbing over you. 

Jeongin didn’t realize that when he put himself on top of you that his knee bent into you. It didn’t hurt at all, and before you could tell him that his knee was awfully close to areas friends shouldn’t touch, it started to feel good. Really good. Especially when he moved slightly up and it pressed into you,,. It was something that... satisfied the aches you had down there. 

The thing that Jeongin caused was suddenly being solved by him.

Wait! that’s how you could do it! Maybe if you were able to replicate those motions, you could make those excited feelings go away! Maybe it will even feel good!Before you could give it a second thought, your fingers started to trail down from your bedspread and down your side. 

You never liked to poke around... down there. You were always adamant about it, even if your friends told you it could be fun.

But, Jeongin made you insatiable. The feelings had become more frequent around him, so you needed to try and get rid of them. If not, you fear you would have to never see him again. You didn’t want him thinking you were weird because you had these feelings, especially because they were caused and relieved by him.

Just as you determined that this was the right thing to do, you shivered at the touch of your finger tips on your clothed core. You rubbbed up and down, feeling gooey and strange all over. Your hair stood up on the back of your neck, and for the first time that day you felt a chill. 

You began to press harder and move faster, and you soon became warmer. Hums and a slight groan escaped your lips. 

Fuck. It made you want to clamp your mouth shut, stand up, and walk away. But you couldn’t. Not now, not when it was starting to feel so damn good. 

Then one index finger turned to two, and the gentle pace now turned to a firm rock. Back and forth your fingers felt up your slit, your panties becoming strangely wet at the feeling. But fuck it felt good: so fucking good to finally have those excited feelings turn to something pleasurable, something that felt even better when your hands reached the top of your private area and you felt a strange bump. 

You hummed a little louder. 

God dammit, it was good! 

Especially at the thought of Jeongin doing it. Of him kissing you on your neck, of him tracing his fingers on your lips, then making you suck on them so that you would have an easier time rubbing yourself and making all of these peculiar feelings transform into utter bliss...

That’s it! What were you thinking using spit to make yourself easier to rub when you were already so slick down there!? if you touched yourself directly, past your panties, and used your own wetness to rub yourself! Maybe you could get rid of the feelings faster!

Fuck it if anyone saw! You were alone! This was your apartment, and your room, and your fingers turning your panties soaking wet. You could think of Jeongin all you wanted and he would never know how much of a weird person you were, getting all wet at the thought of him doing such strange things to you.

Before another thought could run through your head, you moved your panties to the side and felt wetness tickle your fingertips. 

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Fuck it was hot.

Jeongin had waited outside your apartment for 15 minutes now. He texted you, called you, knocked. He knew you didn’t want to see him, but he wanted to return your mask and at least try to say he was sorry. Even if you hated him for it, he couldn’t let this be the thing that tears your relationship apart, especially when he wanted it to be so much more.

He knocked again, wiping the sweat from his brow after with the back of his hand.

“Y/n!” He called out, trying not to be too loud as he didn’t want to disturb your neighbours. Knocking again to no avail, he breathed out and began searching his bag for the spare set of keys you got him. You clearly either weren’t home or were purposefully ignoring him. So, he was just going to slip in, write you a quick note, and leave your mask on your counter. He can’t believe he fucked up this badly. 

Finding your keys, he purposefully missed the lock to warn you of his entering, clattering against the metal repeatedly. Finally, he stuck the key in and twisted it.

Opening your door slowly, Jeongin looked around your apartment for any sign of you. Glancing down he saw your shoes, and across the room was the basket thrown carelessly onto the counter. You clearly had come home and immediately gone to your room to take a stress-nap or to be alone in your haven. He didn’t want to disturb you, so he slipped off his shows and shut the door quietly. Tip toeing to the counter, he placed your mask down carefully and searched for a pen and paper. After finding some and scribbling down a messy but legible note, he turned around and began to head out of your apartment.

Then he heard it. It was unmistakeable. 

It was you, obviously, but a sound that never normally escaped your lips.

Were you hurt? On your period, groaning in pain? Crying? Jeongin rarely heard you cry, but he had known that this wasn’t the sound. His curiosity and worry bested him, so he crept towards your bedroom your door ajar but just a crack open. Sliding against the cool wall, Jeongin held is breath and peered in.

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

Had he been he was a fool? He was a horny 20-year-old man, but such feelings could never had made him so naive. Possibly by ascribing such innocent traits to your character, he made himself ignorant to your capability of even thinking about jacking off, let alone actually doing it.

But, here you were. 

You were in front of your bed, head pressed into the sheets and your knees pressed down hard into the floor. Your panties were pushed down your leg, fingers viciously rubbing your pussy and squishing themselves between your thighs as you tried to stuff them into your cunt sloppily. You moaned and mumbled and cursed under your breath. Even fucking sticking your tongue out and panting at as you bounced on your fingers. 

Jeongin almost fell back, but kept himself steady to not alarm you. He knew he should leave, that he shouldn’t be letting one of his hands trail down his torso towards the bulge forming in his jeans, that he shouldn’t jack off to his friend as she messily fingered herself. 

But he couldn’t resist. 

He pressed his palm into his dick and began rubbing himself in pace with your hands. He felt so perverted like this, pressed against your wall in your apartment watching you, his bestfriend, fuck her cunt for what seems like the first time, all while fighting back the urge to come in there and fuck you himself. 

Maybe you would like it if you found out that he had been watching you. Maybe you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Maybe you were a bit of a pervert too and liked to think of berries on lips as his cock tracing your tongue. Maybe if he had come in right then and shoved a dildo up your pussy to satiate you, that then you would stop trying to get off by mindlessly tampering with your clit. Maybe, just maybe, you liked him enough to let him kiss you nicely before ramming his cock into you raw. 

But maybe staring from afar was just as good. And safer. Jeongin had pushed too many boundaries today, and this was the last one he was willing to cross. 

So, Jeongin kept fucking his hand as you mumble nonsense, containing himself by fiercely biting his lip and breathing hard through his nose. However, the longer you went, the less he was able to hold back. It felt like forever and it even gave him time to start deciphering your moans.

“Fuck... mmmm.. I—In... mmmm... oh!” you hummed as your hips rocked smoothly against the hilt of your hand. You fell back on the ground and rolled slightly, allowing Jeongin to catch a glimpse of your pussy from the door frame, making Jeongin drool.

You kept moaning.

“In... In!” Jeongin figured that you must be trying to shove your fingers into you, and it made him sure that this was your first time doing this. He was sure that your jabbering and uncoordinated hand movements implied your inexperience. And it made Jeongin want to come in even more just to show you had to truly pleasure yourself, how to get off from just your finger tips or (better yet) his. Jeongin pumped his cock faster and focused on your moans. 

“In-n!” you kept moaning to Jeongin’s confusion. “In—” Why “in”? 

You were already two fingers deep into your pussy (and Jeongin hope for a third) so what were you moaning for? Were you truly ready for a third digit? Jeongin’s thoughts raced through his head as he tried to match his pace to your hands, using your moans to chase his high. Every squeal, whine, and hum you made kept him going. He imagined fucking your tits as you made such lewd noises. As you begged for “more”, “harder”, “faster”, and—

“In—Innie!” 

Jeongin’s heart dropped.

You had moaned it with your whole chest, your hands buried in your pussy, slobber coating your chest, and the sun beaming off of your sweat. 

You had said his name the way you always said it.

Jeongin barged in. 

You gasped at the sound of your door hitting the spring and even more shocked at your best friend staring at the mess you had made, especially after moaning his name. Your hands flew from your pussy only to immediately move back and cover your shame, sitting up straight so that you were able to hide your gushing cunt and the puddle of your juices and slobber underneath you. 

“Innie! It’s-it’s not— I swear I’m not weird, I—”

“I like when you say my name,” he interrupted. You were silent for a moment, eyes fixated on the boys stare rather than on the outline of his cock in his jeans.

“W-what?” You asked quietly.

“Say it again,” he said, taking a step forward and towering over you. His hands moved to his belt, fiddling with the buckle.

“J-Jeongin?” You stuttered out. Jeongin scoffed. He took another step forward.

“That’s not what you call me,” he responded coldly, undoing his belt and zipping his pants down. “Aren’t I your Innie, right?” 

He took another step until he was right in front of your cowering figure. Jeongin knelt down onto one knee in front of you, and tilted your head up to his with his long fingers. 

“Say my name, Y/n. In-nie,” he annunciated every syllable. “It’s not hard. Just say it. You’re the only one who calls me that, so say it now. Right now. To me. C’mon. Say it.” 

You gulped. he dropped his hand like a dead weight and stood back up, removing the belt from his pants loops and tossing it carelessly aside. 

“In... Innie?” Your voice was so quiet, so unsure that it barely came out of your throat. Jeongin smirked at your nervousness, enjoying how his name still sounded like you were still ready to moan it. 

“Good. Now, tell your precious Innie what you want.” Every time he said that stupid name he was teasing you and you couldn’t help it. He had caught you, he had figured out you were a total pervert and thought of him while you were doing the most forbidden things. Now you had to sit here and appease him, and pray that these feelings you had would go away.

“I-I want help,” you stuttered out. Jeongin raised an eyebrow, pushing you to keep going. “I want help... down there.” You closed your eyes and wanted to cry, but took a deep breath and stared up at him. Unconsciously, you had begun rocking back into your cunt on the hilt of your hand.

“Aw, and you want your Innie to help you, huh?” He giggled down at you. Fuck, he could be so mean. But you needed him, and you always loved his mischievous side, even if it could be annoying. You swallowed your pride. 

“I-I know they’re weird feelings, but I really could use some help... especially since you were the one who caused this.” Jeongin scoffed.

“I did this to you?” He asked, true curiosity backing his questions. You rolled your eyes slightly and looked up at him.

“Had you never noticed me flirting with you? Innie, I didn’t leave today because I was mad... well, sort of... but I left because I can’t take it anymore, Innie,” you whimpered. “Look what you made me do.”

Jeongin, for the third time today, was surprised by your nerve. You uncurled your legs, placed your hands on your thighs to pull them back and showed Jeongin the mess you made. 

Now, Jeongin was a man of few principles, but ones he stood by regardless of circumstances. He knew that you were inexperienced and normally he would know to walk away and pretend that you aren’t showing him your glistening pussy and telling him to fix his mistake. 

But now, however, all his mind was tell his was eat... eat... eat! 

Jeongin dove on top of you for the second time today, almost crushing you with his body weight. He ate like a starved mad man, lapping up your juices with a velocity so quick that your head spun. 

“Innie!” you moaned out, holding yourself open for him and fighting the urge to clamp your legs around your head. Earlier today you could barely look at Jeongin without turning to a blushing mess, and then you were pissed at him for making turning you into one. Now, you were spreading yourself out and begging for his help. His tongue dragged through your slit and drank you like he had never tasted juice so sweet before. His moans shook you to your core and the way his fingers teased your folds made you shake.

“Jeongin! Th-thank you! Don’t stop, please!”

Jeongin responded to your moans with a chuckle into your heat, and instead of continuing to tongue-fuck you like you begged for, he pulled himself up to your discontent and laughed at your demeanour.

“What are you doing?! I thought you would help me,” you pouted, about to cry from lack of stimulation. But Jeongin didn’t care. He laughed at you again and sat back on his heels, the bulge in his pants particularly prominent. You were about to start berating him again, groaning about how much you hated him for doing this to you then leaving you high and dry just when you were getting some help, but you stopped yourself when Jeongin pulled his shirt off and tossed it to you. It covered your torso, and you worried that your gushing cunt would wet the fabric. 

You didn’t understand it. If Jeongin wanted you so badly that he just put his mouth all over you in such inappropriate ways, why know was he trying to cover you up? Though you didn’t mind the view of him covered in sweat and his chiselled chest and abs heavily rising up and down, you still wanted answers. “Answer me!”

Jeongin laughed at you again, literally laughed, and rose to his feet. Though he laughed at you, there was no humour that backed his voice. His face was cold and eyes emotionless, features which opposed his desire that displayed itself in his pants. You had to admit, it made those feelings in you all the more obvious.

Yet, regardless of the fact that him staring down at you made you shiver and clutch his shirt to your chest, you still were distraught by his teasing. Of course he always was rude, but not like this, never to the point where you were left wanting so much of him and receiving so little. What had you done so wrong?!

“Don’t call me 'Jeongin’,” he stated, glaring down at you. 

“W-what?” You gathered your self up onto your knees, not caring that him staring down at you with you looking up made the power dynamics between you two so explicit. 

“And put that on,” he nodded to his shirt. Despite the clarity of the instructions, you shook your head.

“Why should I do that when you’ve been so mean?!” You retorted, getting  defensive and gathering enough strength to stand up. Before you could firmly plant your foot on the ground, Jeongin placed his hand on your head, gripped your hair, and forced you back onto the floor with a sigh. You grunted at his aggressiveness, groaning at the pain with tears formulating in your eyes. When he let go, you wanted to yell at him and cry out from the pain, but stopped yourself when you caught his eyes. They were dark, cold, yet backed by unmistakeable desire.

“You are just so. Damn. Needy,” he said plainly. He slid his hands into his open pants and began rubbing his palm over his crotch, sighing at the relief. “Wear the shirt and don’t say ‘Jeongin’.”

“W-why?” You mumbled out between hiccups of breaths. You still wanted answers, even if it meant depriving yourself of fingers in your pussy or his tongue on your clit for another moment. Jeongin chuckled again with no real humour supporting his voice. 

“Because... when I fuck you I want to see you in my clothes.” the coolness of his voice and the bluntness of his words made your jaw drop. “Though I liked you in that dress— so, so fucking much— I want to see you in my clothes more.” Your mouth shut itself as you were at a loss for words, and Jeongin continued, “And when I fuck you, I want you to call me the name only you call me... ‘Innie’... And when I fuck you, I want to know that your mouth, your ass, your thighs, your tits, and your pussy are all mine.” 

“My... my p-pussy?” Your naivety coated your words and made him smile and nod.

“Yes, your pussy—that tasty treat between your legs,” he smiled, making you shut your legs and duck your head down. “But, even though it is technically yours, with the way that I will use it, it’ll be mine.”

Your mouth watered at his words, becoming as wet as your cunt. You almost let your saliva drool down your chin until your Innie finally took his dick out and began pumping it, rolling his head back at the relief. 

His breaths became more audible and his other hand moved to rub his chest. It became clear that he wanted physical affection just as much as you did, but the slow pumps of his dick and the light brush over his angry-looking cockhead told you that he was willing to make you wait for it. That if you didn’t put his shirt on right now—despite the heat of your body, the atmosphere between you two, and the actual weather—that you would be stuck like this in front of him for awhile.

So you put his shirt on without another word.

“Is this good, Innie?” You asked, doe-eyes looking up at him. He smirked, enjoying the sight of his cock so close to your lips. 

“Perfect. You’re so good for me, Y/n.” Your heart fluttered at his praises. After all of this, the simple compliment from him was the act which made you embarrassed. 

But those feelings quickly subsided when his cock brushed your lips, moving along your dampened skin in the same pattern that he had moved the berry before. Though the position made you want to cry from humiliation and made you completely vulnerable to his every action, you stuck your tongue out and licked his tip like it was the tastiest fruit you’ve ever tasted.

“Fuck,” Jeongin moaned out at your actions. “You’re so, so good, Y/n.” And you wanted to be. You wanted to be perfect for him, his perfect fuck toy that he could use whenever he wanted to, that knew how he liked his dick licked and how to dress so that at any moment he could bend you over and use you as he wished. So, you licked faster and opened your mouth more, sucking on his tip and swirling your tongue to collect the delicious taste of his precum. Jeongin moans encouraged you to lick faster and go deeper. His groans and actions, along with the taste of him, made your hands travel down to between your legs and play with your pussy, giving your precious Innie a little show while you sucked his dick. 

This was enough for him for now: you, obedient below him, allowing him to slowly fuck your mouth while one hand pumped his dick and his other gripped your hair for support (with a much softer hold than before when he shoved you to the floor). 

However, Jeongin didn’t feel bad about putting you in your place if it meant that you were like this below him. So nice for him, letting him use your mouth just for his pleasure and even getting off on it as your hands worked your pussy. He would definitely have to train you to fuck yourself one day. Spread you out in front of him and let him touch your pussy in all the beautiful ways only his hands could, making you come over and over again on his hands before making you do it all over again on yours. He would die at the sight and did, in fact, have a wet dream about training you in such a way once. 

However, now, with you below him and with the show you put on earlier while he creeped behind your door, there was only one way he thought of taking you. 

As he was about to cum, he stopped himself and pulled you off of his cock, making your mouth pop on his tip. Though you had gasped for breaths, you still whined for his dick after it left your mouth, making Jeongin’s heart leap at your neediness. 

“Was it not good?” You mumbled out with tears forming in your eyes, about to cry at the thought of not pleasing him well enough. Jeongin was taken aback at the comment.

“No, baby, you were great,” he praised, patting your head and rubbing the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, craving affection from him. 

“Then why did you stop?” You questioned in hopes for reassurance.

“Because,” Jeongin dropped so he was eye-level with your figure, “I want you to get in that position you were in earlier. Facing the bed with your hands on your pussy, yeah?”

At this point, you were done letting the shock of hearing such vulgar words from your friends mouth debilitate you. Though you had previously been stopped in your tracks by such language, you now swiftly moved to the bed and placed your head on the covers with your hands on your cunt. You wanted this more than he could know, and you wanted it now. 

With your hands on your pussy and your head resting on the bed, Jeongin pat your hair before tracing his hands down your shoulders and pressing himself into your back. You felt his cock on your bare ass as he snaked his hands down your sides and onto your stomach before pulling you up so that your pussy was just above the tip of his cock.

“Good girl.” The words of praise made you want to push your thighs together, but you could as Jeongin’s legs trapped your own. You could tell that he had removed his pants now by the feel of his muscular legs brush yours. So, here you sat, on your knees, with your pussy lips tracing the head of his cock and coating the tip in your juices. Jeongin sat on his knees too, supporting you by wrapping his arms around your stomach and resting his head on your shoulder. 

“You want to have all these feelings go away, huh? Want to make me pay for making me do this to you, yeah?” He asked, referencing your gushing slick that soaked his dick. Before you could respond, his tongue traced your ear and made you whine. Nibbling your earlobe, your hands flew to the comforter to stabilize your self and stop you from slamming your cunt onto his dick. 

“Be patient, Y/n,” Jeongin chuckled, his hot breath tickling your skin. “I just wanna enjoy you in my arms, being so sweet for me, for your Innie. Hold yourself open, okay?” he laughed, making tears prickle your eyes for what felt like the millionth time. And you obeyed, spreading yourself open with your awaiting hands that could barely contain themselves. 

But the frustration was too much. You couldn’t do it anymore, let him tease you and laugh at you and never give you the satisfaction that you craved, that you deserved. 

Finally, the tears began to stream down your face. 

“Innie!” you whined out between sobs, “if you don’t fuck me right now, I swear I’ll— ah!”

Your cries were cut out by Jeongin’s dick cramming into you and fucking you open. He sighed at the feeling, smiling at your reaction, then moved one of his hands to wipe your tears away as he kissed your cheek. 

“I t-told you to be patient for me, Y/n,” he whispered in a quivered voice while you shivered from the shock, making his dick feel incredible. “Now, since you were whining and being so bratty, you have to fuck yourself on me, okay? And, maybe if you’re g-good at bouncing your ass on my cock, maybe I’ll consider helping you out.” With a final kiss to your face, he rested his head against yours and began to kitten-lick your ear again. Even in his worst moments, he was so sweet.

You breathed out shakily as you sat on Jeongin’s erection, him completely sheathed in your pussy. 

You were a proud person, and Jeongin knew that. You never backed down from a fight, and never let him win. But, right now, with his hands rubbing your stomach and tits with your ass pressed into his back and your pussy aching from the little twitches his cock made, you knew that you had to move for the sake of your sanity. Tears continued to stream down your face.

Mustering all the strength you could, you pushed your knees into the hardwood floor and your palms into your bed, then rose up on his cock, making you both moan out from the movement. Then, as his tip began to slip from your entrance, you allowed yourself to fall back down and stuff him back inside you. 

“Fuck,” Jeongin cried out in pleasure as you rose again to repeat your actions. Determination, but mostly the amazing feeling of his hard on dragging through your soaking walls kept you going. “Fuck, y/n, keep going!” 

Jeongin’s praises and mewls continued and you bounced faster, going up and down so well that your pussy gushed more and eased the pains of shoving him back into you.

“A-am I g-good, Innie?” You hiccuped out as you dropped down again, your head planting itself onto the bedspread as you lost yourself in the feeling of his cock hitting that gooey part inside of you. “A-am I good for you? Am I m-making you happy?” The tears had clogged your voice, but your voice was just steady enough for Jeongin to make out. 

“Y-yes, s-so good, y/n!” Jeongin whimpered out as he gripped you tighter

“Then f-fucking h-help, p-please! You begged as you lifted yourself up. You had no patience left with him, especially when his cock was so fucking good and you couldn’t seem to get enough of it.

Jeongin fucking laughed again, and began to carry himself up on you as you rose up. It made his cock push even deeper into you and made you cry out.

“Innie!” You yelped as you sat back down with him. Before you could pull yourself up again, Jeongin pushed back into you and rose you two up.

“You’ve been so good, y/n,” he whispered into your ear, trailing his fingers down your torso. “Now, let me take over, hm?” You nodded vigorously in agreement as he pulled you back down with him. His fingers began to skillfully brush over your clit in small circles as he rose you two again, barely letting his cock move in and out of you, but instead rocking into you harder and harder with every push and pull.

“Fuck! Th-thank you, Innie!” You yelped out as your hands began to play with your tits for more stimulation.

“A-anything, for you, Y/n,” you whimpered out as he held you still before snapping his own hips into yours. “Anything.” You then held yourself up as he began to fiercely shove his dick inside you, bending you over the bed slightly but never letting you leave his arms. With his dick moving in and out of you, his arms around you, his shirt covered in your sweat and dribble, and his fingers making you moan like this, you knew that were his. 

He pistoned into you faster and faster, his tongue tickling your ear while his hands continued to rub that bundle of nerves with your wetness.

“Innie!” you yelped out at his speed. The feelings that he caused grew and grew, and now you couldn’t imagine your life without them. The way his dick filled you made you feel so fucking complete, and every pull away made you want it more. You clawed at the bedsheets with one hand while the other tried to trace the one that rubbed your clit. Jeongin moaned in your ears at your actions, and the movements of his cock never ceased despite his fast-approaching climax. 

You, on the other hand, were still caught up in the sensations of him inside you. Him fucking you like this, like no one else ever could, of how grateful you were for his hands because yours could never fill you up like his could like yours could. You needed Jeongin, your Innie, to keep fucking you like this forever. Just as long as he went faster, held you tighter, and kept sucking on your neck like he did now. Vigorously he thrusted into you and more and more the feelings between your legs grew until they overtook your whole body.

“K-keep going, Innie!” You yelped out as he pushed harder, more aggressively into your cunt. “P-please! I need you! Only you, Innie!” Jeongin moaned at your words.

“J-just for you, Y/n,” Jeongin mumbled into your neck as his thrusts managed to gain speed again. “Just for you, only you, only ever you, just y-you, j-just— ah!” 

“Innie!” Before Jeongin could finish, your pussy began to twitch around him your juices coated his cock, squirting out and wetting the floor below you. Jeongin looked at your limp, fucked out state in his arms while feeling sweet nectar that leaked from your legs soak his cock, and he felt all sense of control leave himself. Cum filled your cunt and Jeongin continued to pump you, fucking himself harder into you.

“G-gotta sh-show you how much you mean to me, Y/n,” he stuttered out as his body shook with him chasing his orgasm. “F-fuck my c-cum into you, show y-you how g-good you are t-to me.” 

The overstimulation made you claw at his hand and push it away. With a final thrust, Jeongin finally felt satisfied in his work and stopped his movements, letting his soft dick slip out of your worn cunt. The mix of your cum joined the puddle on the floor, dripping down your legs and causing Jeongin to hiss at the sensation of it dribbling on his tip.

He pulled away then, allowing you to slip from his grip and collapse your arms and head on the bed, letting you shake your orgasm away while your bruised knees rested on the floor. Jeongin rolled beside you so that his back pressed into the bed, extending his legs in front of him and allowing his head to fall back onto the wrinkled bedspread.

Jeongin stared at the ceiling, letting his relief that he longed for wash over him. His eyes rolled to your face, which was tired and reddened from your blush, tear-stains, and heat. 

“I’m sorry I made you cry,” he panted out. Despite being exhausted, his hand rose up from the floor slowly landed on the bed and touched yours. “I’ll make it up to you.”

You lazily opened your eyes and met his, then looked up to the sight of his hand brushing against your. You smiled and looked back at the exhausted, beautiful, sweaty boy beside you and wrapped your fingers around his pinky. 

“You already have,” you whispered. “Thank you, Innie.” 

Jeongin smiled, and for the second time today the sun washed over you two, and he remembered just how utterly beautiful you were. 

“Just don’t call me ‘Jeongin’ again,” he chuckled as his thumb rubbed your hand. “Or else we’ll have a real problem.” 

You giggled back at his comment, enjoying the warmth as it radiated off of your sweaty skin. 

[amazing-spiderling]

TOP 5 MATTFOGGY FICS

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Give me just a second...

OKAY. So I want to say that while at first I read a bunch of high kudos'd fics I quickly stopped and started sorting in chronological order and I'm somewhere between 2016-2017 right now so if you're like, "How could she miss THE ONE TRUE MATTFOGG given to us by the writing gods in the year 2019???" that's why.

In no particular order:

'Electric Sheep' - by deniigiq

WE LOVE AN ELABORATE AU. Gosh, as if I didn't already have a soft spot for robots and androids, this series is both heartbreaking, chilling, and tender in equal measure. This was one of those series where I realized the sun was coming up and still didn't put my phone down because I absolutely needed that catharsis of a happy (or even bittersweet) ending for these two, and deniigiq absolutely delivered.

2. 'Red Cross' - by ChuckleVoodoos

I'm not sure what it is about this fic that pings with me other than the fact that I can't get enough of that sweet sweet hurt comfort, and that's literally the whole vibe for this fic where Foggy is a physician instead of a lawyer, and gets roped into helping Daredevil as a favor to Claire. Something about their interactions and the descriptions of how Foggy makes an effort to help Matt just gives me that cozy wrapped in a blanket feeling.

3. 'Weatherproofing' - by poisonivory

In addition to hurt comfort, this fic also has one of my other favorite things... cracking a boy open on a cold one. Uh, I mean... There's just something about a cold weather fic when a character finally gets to come in to rest in the warmth and company of their loved one and this one gives me those happy feelings in spades.

4. 'For Longing' - by gelishan

Well, they couldn't all be total fluff fests, right? I appreciate this fic for getting into some messy (but understandable) areas with insecurities and the relationship stretches and bends until it's something workable and it just feels real, even if it hurts a bit. I find that sometimes "that fanfic, but from the POV of another character" type fics can be redundant, but this one absolutely stands on its own and has plenty to say for itself.

5. 'Sorry, who are you?' - by BlueBioluminescence

THIS FIC LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE!!! Okay, so it's no surprise that at some point in the last year my brain snapped and after years of not really caring for villains I absolutely lost my marbles for one Matthew M Murderdock. When I find a well written Earth-65 fic it's like supermegapartytime for my brain. And this fic BRINGS THE GOODS. We get a possible version of who "Mike" is in this world, and how his story ties into Matt's, and more importantly Foggy's. It's a story that tells us a lot in between the lines and I'm not ashamed to say that I think about it a lot when I'm working on my own Earth-65 content.

This was really hard, not just because I had a long period where I wasn't able to focus on reading (thankfully past that now) and kind of forgot some of my faves, but because this fandom is SO DANG TALENTED and I constantly have a dozen tabs open of fics I need to get to and new favorites I just haven't read yet.

Thanks for the ask!

[dongofthewolf]

Hiii! Can I request no.9 from the cliché prompts and fake dating au?

Making Amends

Abby Anderson x Reader

Prompts: 9. “There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling” 18. Fake dating au

Warnings: swearing, fluff, hint of angst, Owen and Mel slander (sry I had to)

No pronouns are mentioned for the reader

Link to the prompt list here

A/N: Both tropes are literally my favourite things ever and it was so fun to write so ty for requesting it. It ended up way longer than I intended so uhhh yeah hope you enjoy LOL (esp if you requested it)!!

“What the hell Abby?! Have you been telling people that we’re dating?” You had cornered Abby into a secluded hallway, trapping her against the wall with your finger on her chest accusingly.

There was a flicker of fear in Abby’s eyes as she chewed on her lip nervously. Abby was considerably stronger than you and you probably looked like a mouse trying to intimidate a lion, but you didn’t care.

Abby couldn’t meet your burning gaze, all she replied with was a prolonged “Uhhhhhh”.

“Abigail Anderson, answer me right now or I swear to God-” It was rare for you to whip out her full name. And maybe it was kind of a cheap move, but it was a cheap move that almost always worked.

“Fine!” Abby interrupted, letting out a short sigh and preparing herself for the worst. “I kind of told Owen we were dating and I'm pretty sure he’s been telling other people.”

She said the words as quickly as possible, closing her eyes like a bomb was about to go off. Your reaction wasn't far off to say the least.

“You what? Why the fuck would you tell him we’re dating?” There was venom in your words and Abby flinched just slightly.

You were angry, incredibly so. You and Abby have always been close friends, or more so you had been until she started dating Owen. At first it was small things; cancelling plans or leaving early because she was busy and you completely understood. It’s not like you didn’t want her to hang out with him, and obviously you wanted her to be happy, but eventually it got to a point where she hardly ever spoke to you. Aside from the occasional greetings in the busy stadium, it was like you guys had never even been friends.

Now, after completely ignoring you for the past months, she decided it was a good idea to tell people that you guys were dating? It only seemed right for you to be pissed off.

“I just... Everyone kept looking at me like some sad puppy dog because I broke up with Owen, which normally I can handle. But every single day I kept getting the same sad fucking looks and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I told them I was seeing someone. I never mentioned your name but they kept prying, and prying and you were the first person that popped into my mind. I’m really sorry Y/N.”

You didn’t say anything at first, instead you looked at Abby without a hint of emotion on your face, and even less in your tone when you did finally speak. “Why didn’t you tell me you guys broke up?”

Abby paused, she didn’t know what response she was expecting but it definitely wasn’t that. “I um, I figured you knew. Pretty much everyone in the stadium knows.”

“Yeah well… I didn’t.” You were quiet. A part of you was angry and annoyed, but another part of you pitied Abby. She had never been one to lie, especially about something as petty as this.

Before you could think of something to say, Abby broke the silence. “Listen, I know you probably hate me right now, but I need to ask you a small favour.”

“Seriously?” You nudged Abby’s chest, pushing her into the wall again. The pity quickly dissipated to nothing, leaving you once again with a seething rage.

“Look, I know things between us haven’t been ideal but-“

“Haven’t been ideal?!” You interrupted, the absolute ignorance in her words tipping you off the edge. “Abby, you threw me away like I was trash! We were friends and you left me to hang out with Owen. I didn’t even know you guys broke up because you don’t tell me shit anymore!”

“I’ll do anything Y/N, okay? I’ll do your laundry, clean your room, I’ll even take your shifts for patrols.” Abby’s hands were on your forearms as she spoke. “Please just do this one thing for me and I’ll spend the rest of my life paying you back.” There was sincerity in Abby’s face, a hint of desperation too.

You paused. What could Abby possibly want so badly that she’d be willing to do all this for you? Even though you were angry at her, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little bit intrigued.

“I’ll do anything Y/N, please. There must be something that you want.” Abby pleaded, absolute seriousness in her eyes.

“What I want is to never see you again.” Your finger was pointed at her chest again, poking her lightly.

Immediately you could see the hurt on Abby’s face. Okay, maybe that was a little bit harsh (and kind of petty) but you weren’t just gonna let Abby off that easily. Not after everything she’s done.

“Fine…” Abby paused to contemplate her next words, wiping the sadness from her face. “Fine, after tonight if you do this thing for me, we’ll never have to see each other again, I promise. I just need you to come to this party with me. We don’t have to talk or hold hands or anything and you can spend the whole night hating me, but I just need you there.”

“I-“ You couldn't do that. You couldn’t just pretend and lie to all of Abby’s friends for a whole night… Could you?

“Please Y/N. It’s embarrassing, okay? When we broke up, Mel immediately jumped in to fill my space. Everyone knew it and I had to pretend like I didn’t care so people would stop treating me like a wounded animal. If they find out I lied about you? I don’t think they’ll ever stop seeing me that way.”

You looked at Abby and felt a tinge of sympathy, she looked so sad and desperate, and for a second you even considered it. One night couldn’t hurt, right? Wait, no.

You mentally slapped yourself, trying to snap yourself out of it. You were not going to give in that easily. Nope. This was Abby, the same girl who threw away your friendship like it was nothing, and you were not going to let her use you like this. Not even while she’s looking at you with those sad, blue eyes. Nope, you’re mad, you’re angry, you’re-

“Fine.” Fuck.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Abby’s eyes lit up as she wrapped her arms around you, lifting you into the air while she let out a breath of relief.

What did you just get yourself into?

—

“I can sleep on the floor, it's really no problem.” Abby offered, there was a slight nervousness in her tone as she stood in front of you shifting her weight on the balls of her feet.

“Abby, that’s stupid. It’s not like I’m infected or something.” You huffed, reaching for the box of matches to light the candle next to you.

Sometime after the party there had been a power outage and the entire WLF base went lights out. Meaning there was no heat and most annoyingly, no lights.

After a night of uncomfortable looks and even more uncomfortable conversations in which you spent most of the party trying to avoid Abby’s friends, she was walking you back to your room when everything suddenly went dark.

The both of you practically crawled to your room before you could locate a light source of some kind. It had been an hour since the power went out and you insisted that Abby sleep in your room, for… safety purposes.

You shook the match till it was out, suddenly you were thankful for impulse buying those candles last week.

“It’s fine, I’ll just crawl halfway across the stadium until I find my room. No biggie.” You couldn’t tell if she was joking, but something in you felt like she would actually do it if you didn’t insist she stay here.

You sighed. “Just sleep here Abs, it’s easier and I’m offering. Plus, I don’t need you army crawling across the entire WLF base. It’s hard on the arms, even for someone as strong as you.”

“You think I’m strong?” Abby smiled teasingly and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, looking away as you tried to hide the small grin on your face. God, it was hard to stay mad at Abby.

“Shut up and take the bed.” You could tell Abby was reluctant but she still plopped herself onto your bed. She sat awkwardly on the edge, unsure of how this was going to work.

You tried to ignore Abby’s weird energy as you buried yourself beneath the covers. It took a minute for her to actually lay down in the bed but when she did, she was careful to keep her distance. It was pretty funny (and pretty cute) how unsure she was.

After a few minutes of silence you heard Abby whisper your name softly, almost like she wasn’t sure if you could hear her.

Nuzzling your nose into your pillow you whispered back a small “Yeah?”.

“Thank you.” You could hear the genuity in Abby’s voice, how grateful she was for such a simple act and suddenly it hit you, you didn’t want her to leave you alone. You missed this—missed Abby.

Instead of responding you nudged her foot lightly with yours. It was something you guys had done as kids, like a silent way of saying “I’m here.”. Under the dinner table with the Fireflies or during training when you first joined the WLF; it was an unspoken thing between the both of you. An action that spoke much louder than words possibly could.

The both of you laid on opposite ends of the bed, your backs turned to each other. You shifted under the sheets before finally finding a comfortable position, you fell asleep that night to the steady sound of Abby’s breathing.

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You were first to wake up, confusion washing over you when you felt your head rising and falling. Why the hell was your pillow moving? Then it hit you; it wasn’t the bed moving, it was Abby. Your head lay resting on Abby’s chest, her arm over your back while your limbs were wrapped around her like a giant stuffed animal. The sound of her beating heart was soft in your ears and you could feel her breath coming out in steady increments, blowing lightly against your head.

You weren’t sure what to do about your compromising position. It was already too late for you to leap out of her arms and a large part of you didn’t want to move anyways. So you decided to pretend to sleep until she woke up. That way you wouldn’t have to decide what to do, she would.

Abby woke up shortly after you, you could tell she was awake by the way her breath hitched in her throat upon noticing how you guys were situated. However, instead of jumping out of the bed in a panic, Abby didn’t move either, and it took everything in you to not open your eyes.

After a few moments of stillness, you almost thought she had fallen back asleep. It wasn’t until you felt a light touch on your temple that you realized she was awake. The touch so light you nearly missed it when Abby brushed a small strand of hair away from your face.

Then slowly, Abby pried you off of her and you nearly let a small groan slip from your lips when you felt the absence of her warmth. She gently rolled you over, covering you with the blanket before walking into the bathroom.

That’s when it happened: the ache. A sharp, jarring ache in your heart that you only felt with her— that you haven’t felt since the two of you were best friends. It had left you when you and Abby stopped talking, but it returned just the same when you witnessed the tenderness of her actions. You never thought to put a name to this feeling (and maybe a part of you didn’t want to), but it was near impossible to ignore it.

You couldn’t possibly be harbouring secret feelings for Abby, right? You tried to distract yourself from these thoughts, it was way too early to be worrying about these things.

Feigning tiredness you rolled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. You knocked on the door and when Abby opened it you noticed she was in the process of redoing her braid.

You leaned against the doorway as you watched her skilled fingers work. “Abs?”

“Hm?” She replied as she tied off the end of her braid.

“I didn’t really mean what I said to you last night… about never wanting to see you again. I’m sorry.” You picked at your thumb anxiously, eyes wandering around the room, looking anywhere but at Abby.

Abby turned to face you, letting the braid fall to her side. “You don’t have to apologize Y/N, I deserve it. I didn’t even hesitate to leave you when Owen and I started dating, and I was-“

“Stupid?” You finished for her, looking up from the floor to meet Abby’s gaze.

“Stupid. And for what it's worth, I’ve really missed hanging out with you Y/N, even if it is under these circumstances.”

“You know… I think I know a way you can make it up to me, if you’re still up for it?” Abby looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you noticed the corner of her mouth curling into a small smile.

“Oh yeah? What would that be?”

“You see, there’s this guy that’s been trying to ask me out for weeks even though I keep rejecting him.” You gave Abby a tiny grin as you continued. “Well, maybe if he found out I was dating a certain soldier who could pound his ass into the ground, then he’d leave me alone.”

Abby nodded her head nonchalantly as she took a small step towards you, crossing her arms across her chest. “You know what’s crazy? I think I have just the person for you.”

[ultimately-mediocre]

hewwo, could you please write fluff for uhhhhhh nagito ig? idk i just want to make a request :) maybe a date at the fair or smth?

ty for sending in a request! and I’m always a sucker for Nagito so ty for that too hfhfhf I did end up diverging a bit from the date idea so lemme know if you’d like me to try again! Hope ya like it!

*Note: this is probably a bit canon divergent as it involves the 4th island but Nagito hasn’t yet received the monokuma files. Or you can just imagine it takes place in the Island Mode if you prefer :)

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Nagito x Reader Fluff -

Your feet hit the ground faster than your mind could keep up with. You needed to get to Nagito’s cottage as fast as possible, the idea of wasting time made your stomach churn.

He was supposed to have met you at Nezumi Castle nearly an hour ago now. The two of you were planning on exploring the new island together, but he had never shown.

You didn’t want to think about why he hadn’t shown up, especially not with the way things were on the island. The only thing you could do to keep those worries at bay was focus on the sound of your feet hitting the wooden deck beneath you, and silently pray that you wouldn’t hear an announcement ring out.

Knocking was the last thing on your mind as you finally reached his door, pushing it open as fast as you could manage. Your eyes darted around the room frantically. Everything in you was prepared to scream for help at the first sign of trouble, until you found him. And you finally let yourself stop.

He was sat down on the floor, his back against the wall near his bed, with his legs drawn in close to his chest. He looked like he’d been snapped out of a daze by the sound of the door slamming open. He stared up at you with startled eyes while you caught your breath in the doorway.

“Why are-“

“Thank god you’re alright.” You cut his question off, closing the door behind you as you moved to go sit in front of him.

“I was worried sick, I had no idea where you were, I had no idea if you were even....,” you trailed off for a moment, not wanting to admit the fears you had. Saying them made the weight of them too real.

“I’m just glad you’re okay.”

He furrowed his brow slightly, looking a bit lost as to why you seemed so distressed.

“Why wouldn’t I be- oh,” realization hit him quickly, and his eyes shot over to the clock on the wall, he had lost track of time.

“I’m so sorry I... I didn’t mean to keep you waiting like that,” his apology came out frantically, like he was worried you’d leave before he could get it out.

“You shouldn’t have even come to check on me. For scum like me to leave someone like you waiting.... and after you were nice enough to give me your time in the first place? All because I was too wrapped up in my own self pity. How disgusting. I don’t-“

You cut him off again, not wanting to let him get too far into a self loathing spiral. You frowned slightly, and reached a hand up to place it on the side of his face, gently brushing aside the hair that had fallen into his eyes as you did so. Your thumb rubbed his cheek softly in an attempt to calm him.

“Not scum.” You stated simply, something you made point to remind him anytime he got like this.

He froze for a moment, consistently caught off guard by the affection, no matter how many times you had given it before.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself the privilege of leaning into your touch and smiling softly.

“....Not scum.” He repeated the affirmation back to you after a few seconds of hesitation.

It was small grounding technique the two of you had come to use often in these situations. It didn’t always work, but the reassurance was still nice.

“I am sorry though. I didn’t mean to make you worry.” He mumbled, opening his eyes to look at you again.

“It’s alright.” You used your hand to push the remaining hair out of his face, and moved to sit beside him with your back against the wall.

“Right now I’m more focused on whatever was stressing you out so much it made you lose track of time.”

Nagito sighed as you rested your head on top of his shoulder, looking down at you nervously. It was like he was worried if he told you, you’d pop out of existence.

“It’s just... things have been good lately. You’ve been so kind to me, even though I don’t deserve it. You make me... happy. And I can’t help but think about how lucky I am that you even care about someone like me.”

He paused for a moment. Seemingly unaware at how much you had begun to blush hearing him say that, as he hugged his knees closer to his chest.

“And knowing how lucky I am... it just makes me know how much it’s going to hurt when that luck turns. Even if I know eventually something beautiful will come of it... the idea of seeing you in such despair is.... unnerving.”

He met your eyes nervously, worried he was upsetting you.

You gave him a small nod, encouraging him to go on, so he did.

“When you asked me to come with you to the new island today I couldn’t help but think of all the ways it could go wrong.”

You noticed him picking at his nails nervously, and reached down to lace your fingers between his.

“I’m not going to leave you Nagito. I promise.”

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze to distract him as you spoke.

“Your luck isn’t the thing that’s making me stay with you. I’m here because I care about you. I made that choice myself, and I can handle whatever consequences that come because of it.”

He frowned a bit, and lowered his head to rest it on yours.

“But you don’t know that. The possibilities of something going wrong are endless. You shouldn’t have to suffer, not because of me. There’s nothing to be gained from that.”

You sighed softly, you knew he was trying. He didn’t mean to be contradictory, he just needed things to make sense. Nagito’s mind worked off of rationalizations, and you knew his lack of coherence when it came to you worried him.

You moved your head up, and he followed suit. The two of you shifted so you could look each other in the eyes.

“You’re right,” you started gently, “there are endless ways that things could go wrong. But that just means there’s endless ways that they could go right, too.”

You leaned your forehead against his as he thought.

“And I’ve decided that whichever cards we end up being dealt, I won’t regret having chosen you.”

He pressed his forehead further against yours, as if he was trying to share his thoughts with you that way.

“But what if-“

“No what if’s.” You shook your head slightly.

“No hypotheticals. Not right now. We’re safe right now. We can be happy right now. And there’s a chance we always will be.”

He furrowed his brow, trying his best to understand how you could be so casual about this.

He had expected you to be more upset. He had expected to be the one trying to comfort you, though he didn’t expect to be good at it.

You moved to hold his face with both of your hands, and rubbed your thumbs gently over his cheeks once again.

“Don’t worry too much Nagito.”

You pressed a soft kiss onto his forehead.

“Just remember how good things can be. Just have hope.”

He smiled at your words, and lifted his head to kiss your forehead in return.

“Of course.” He said simply, before gently pulling you onto his lap and into a tight hug.

[herotome]

what would the LIs do if they and MC switched bodies?

Warden: Uhhhhhh

Warden, once he fully wakes up and realizes this is NOT the banana skin-peeling dream, feels very vulnerable and and uncomfortable being in someone else's body. Starts checking himself over by patting himself down and immediately stops because AERGH what is he doing touching the MC?! Inappropriate. He spends like a solid minute shaming himself for an honest mistake before venturing out and.... just wandering around for a while.... trying to see where he is, and hoping to ask someone for help. But even if he runs into someone he will be VERY confused and incoherent, starting and stopping and unsure how to put the situation into words.

Eventually he'll realize he ought to go find the MC and see if she's okay, but she's way more likely to find him bumbling around very sad and confused. He gives her a relieved hug on sight ("MC! D:") and then is immediately uncomfortable and weirded out by his own body and the thought of MC being in there. ("MC...... <8|") Ends up getting distracted staring at MC/his own body, trying in vain to accept the situation but wholly unable to wrap his mind around it. If it's late in the day he will insist he needs to go to work and will still try to do Warden Things like stopping bank robberies and running after purse snatchers (without ever touching himself, nope, never again), so not only will the MC have to do all the work trying to switch them back, the MC has to chase her own damn body down too.... If they're dating they will need to go to couple's therapy after this for sure

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Griffin: Why the fuck does my body feel okay--

Griffin honestly thinks he died in his sleep and hardcore panics about it, trying to figure out which version of the after life he's dealing with (heaven? hell?! reincarnation?!?! groundhog day?!?!?! or worst of all, something completely unknown and unpredictable that's impossible to prepare for--)

Catching sight the MC's face in the mirror is actually underwhelming. (You know, compared to BEING DEAD and having to figure out where/when/why/what you are). But it's not an unwelcome sight, because "Okay. Okay, this is probably solvable." Griffin just goes full logical problem-solving mode and endeavors to track down the MC, who would in theory be in Griffin's body and might need help getting around. Overall will be very sympathetic and doting towards the MC while utilizing all his resources and doing everything in his power to switch them back as soon as conveniently possible. Does manage to find opportunities to hit on his own body though... Specifically, shamelessly complimentary towards traits rather exclusive to his own damn self "Wow look at that waistline *sensual tsk* washboard abs/Baby you look like royalty sitting in that wheelchair like it's a throne/Damn I look good with brown hair...." Griffin will also try to discuss some existential theories and shit "MC does this mean spirits are real what do you think, because I think it's equally probable that we swapped midichlorians"

All this being said Griffin will pretty quickly manage to contact somebody who can forcibly swap them back if necessary; very under control, 10/10 crisis management.

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Mia: .... Is this just gonna be my life now

She's not... disturbed or anything. But it's definitely weird. Mia spends a long good while patting (and then slapping) her own cheeks and gawking at her own reflection. She keeps wondering if this is temporary or permanent. Good news, Mia is no longer allergic to Katie the agency cat. Bad news, MC has super strength and doesn't know how to control it.

... Oh God bad news MC has super strength and doesn't know how to control it----

Once that situation fully clicks Mia will rush out to find MC and stick to her like glue, trying to help make sure she doesn't break anything/anyone. Just FULL of comforting and appeasing words, rubbing the MC's upper arms, asking if she's okay over and over, etc etc. I imagine it gets to be rather uncomfortable for the MC, being treated like an unruly rhino, but hey it does come from a place of genuine care because Mia doesn't want you to get in trouble the way she herself has gotten into trouble. A lot of this path is just going to be "keep MC safe," Mia will deadass encircle the MC in bubble wrap if the MC consents to it (honestly it sounds fun to me, so why not?) Not very focused on switching back, just kinda sweet and worried and strange.

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Dart: Seriously, this?

Of all the...... Dart wakes up frustrated and huffing over this inconvenience. He will just stand in his room and call for the MC to come to him to ascertain what the hell is going on. He will calm down and stop being grumpy once he starts breaking down the possibilities and brainstorming what could have happened, and he'll recognize that it's not MC's fault and apologize for his bad mood. ... This being said, this issue needs to be solved now, today, and Dart will be carting the MC onto his bike.... Looking a little silly (hyperseriousface MC body in the front, and a (probably) confused Dart body in the back). Speeds and gets pulled over and gets in trouble because MC's body probably doesn't have a motorcycle license... Ends up with a nasty fine and a misdemeanor on the MC's record.......

Gee Dart gets kinda messy in his haste to fix things. He's apologetic once they get pulled over, and tries to problem-solve more calmly LOL.

He'll hit up one of his informants and try to figure out where to go from there - likely the solution will include some kind of wait, so he'll be forced to spend time with an MC in his own body that's so weird -- no, it's fine, he'll get over it, he'll compartmentalize. After such a rough morning he'll sincerely try to make it up to the MC by taking her somewhere she wants to go or buying something for her, just trying to be more considerate until they figure this out.

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Jade: Niceeeeeee

I'm not saying Jade will perv on the MC's body, but she will certainly make time to do some twirls in the mirror before she goes to track the MC down. Oddly matter-of-fact and calm compared to the others. She doesn't feel inconvenienced or weird, and will be down to just like... hang out until it wears off? Because it'll probably wear off on its own, right?

Jade is normally an anxious sort but she really doesn't feel like worrying about this. Secretly she's glad to be free of her telekinesis, and will cheer and clap if the MC wants to levitate off the ground and do some fun flips and whatever. "Look at you go!" If the MC wants/needs to switch back though, Jade will begrudgingly cooperative "Okaaay" and just go with the flow, letting other people take the lead. Honestly if MC wants to just keep that body forever, that's fine too..... No, no, Jade knows better, Jade knows she will need to take back the responsibility and the debts and all the weights she couldn't bear to make the MC carry. She will make sure this swap doesn't last any longer than it needs to.

[jungshookz]

consider this... so ballet class is done for the day and jimin is rubbing down the bars/wiping the foggy mirrors and y/n sees him and shes like you guys go ahead. then she stays to help him bc he works so hard to be a good teacher BUT THEN WHEN THEY FINISH ITS LIKE AFTER HOURS and they attempt to leave the building but realize that the janitor locked up so they're trapped inside and they're forced to be alone together until the person jimin called for help finally comes. imagine the TENSION 🥺

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader

➺ genre; balletteacher!jiminiverse!!! mostly cute things happen but also some words r exchanged that make it a little hot n heavy heh 

➺ wordcount: 8k 

➺ what to expect; “what-“ your voice cracks, “-makes you think that, mr. park?”

➺ optional readings: one; two; three

➺ note; i hope u don’t mind but i changed the request a little bit!! there’s still plenty of y/n and jimin cleaning up the classroom but the janitor didn’t make it in as a character :’(( but i douBT you guys care about the janitor anyway because hello it’s jimin and y/n!!! as per usual this drabble spun out of control which is why it’s 8k words long :D also i’m realising that all the parts combined basically add up to one of my regular fics so i guess ballet!jimin could’ve been a fic but enough about thAT i hope this very large drabble pleases the crowd!!! (also i’m sorry i couldn’t find the original source of the gif but i found it off this pinterest page) happy reading!!

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you typically do not condone lying because you believe in the idea that if you tell a lie, that lie will come back sooner or later to bite you in the ass… so it’s always better to tell the truth!

honesty is the best policy, after all  

with that being said you aRe human at the end of the day and you can make exceptions at times when it comes to telling the truth

and this would definitely be one of those times

“how come you haven’t packed your stuff up yet, slow-poke?” lisa nudges your back with her duffle bag and you turn around from your locker to see her and a couple of the other girls all packed up and ready to go “and how come you’re still in uniform??”

you pause for a second before offering her a sheepish smile “i… uh…”

here’s what’s happening

you really appreciated that jimin went out of his way to get all of you guys valentine’s day presents because it was just such a sweet surprise and honestly you haven’t been able to stop thinking about how bashful he was when he was handing everyone’s flowers out

and of course you haven’t forgotten the fact that you were the only one who received a lavender rose when everyone else got light pink ones

anyways

you bought him a little gift as a way to return the favour just because you felt kinda bad that he didn’t get anything on valentine’s day

and at first you were going to ask the others if maybe all of you should chip in and get him something nice and expensive but the selfish little monster inside of you convinced you that no, you should keep this a secret and make yourself look like the beST student!!!

and you will admit that you felt a little bad at first about not telling everyone about your idea because it… does kind of make you look like a suck-up (and you hate suck-ups!!!) buT in your defence, if you suggested the idea then everyone would just round back to the whole ‘y/n and mr park sitting on a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g’ teasing nightmare and why the heck would you want to subject yourself to even moRE teasing???

usually after class everyone kind of just goes off on their own after saying goodbye but for some reason, it seems that the girls decided to take their sweet-ass time in leaving this afternoon

you’re not even sure if jimin is in the dang building anymore at this point

“i know we usually walk to the subway together, but-” lisa speaks up again after five whole seconds of you staring at her going uhhhhhh before she gestures behind her “the girls suggested an uber carpool situation and my legs are suPer duper sore so i’m going for that - do you want in?”

“oh, well, thanks for asking- i think i’m… probably just going to take the subway home!” you smile politely as you discreetly shut your locker so that they don’t see the neatly wrapped gift peeking out of your bag

“aw, really?” lisa purses her lips in thought, “since it’s a little late, we can all walk you there and then i guess we’ll call an uber after we say good-“

“no, no!” you snort before flicking your wrist “you guys head off, no need to worry about me. it’s going to take me a while to change out of the unitard and the skirt and the-“

“since when do you change out of your uniform after class? everyone just wears their clothes ovEr their unitards.” jisoo pipes up from behind lisa and you swallow thickly before letting out a chuckle and scratching the back of your neck

that is true

everyone usually just puts on sweatpants and a hoodie after class

no one ever changes into another outfit!!!!

you can feel heat beginning to travel up the back of your neck

you’ve never been good at lying!!!!! and now you’re getting nervouS!! and when you get nervous you become even worse at lying!!!!!!

“are you feeling okay?? you look a little flushed-” ailee’s brows furrow together in confusion and you rub your clammy palms on the back of your cardigan

o god

what do you say now???

oOH tell them you had a bad tuna sandwich for lunch and that you need some alone time with the toilet

…ok no that’s a little nasty aNd very too-much-information

what about if you tell them you applied for a job here as an after-hours janitor and that you need to start getting ready for that and then when they ask you why you got a job here you can tell them that you’ve been having financial struggles and as a young woman living alone in a big city you’re just trying to make ends meet but it’s been really hard and you can barely pay for these classes and every night you have to beg on the streets for dinner-

yeah thAt one’s a little melodramatic and straight up not true so that probably isn’t going to work either

“helloooo?? what’s the holdup, people??” seulgi yells out from the entrance of the changing room

“-my period just came and it’s going to take me a while to strip off and do my business!” you blurt out and a couple of the girls back up a little because of how louDLy you announced that

“oh! alright, that makes sense?” lisa snorts before shaking her head “i totally get the struggle. do you… need a tampon or anything?”

“nope! i, uh, i’m all good. thank you, though.” you clear your throat and offer her a smile “but seriously, you guys go ahead and i’ll see you next week!”

you smile and wave as the last of the girls file out of the changing room before letting out a breath of relief

you appreciated them offering to walk you to the subway and all that but damN they were starting to get a little annoying!!

“okay… it’s not a big deal…” the present in your bag feels like it’s weighing you down as you make your way down the hallway back to the classroom  

for some reason it feels like you’re walking to your execution

it’s not a big deal!

it’s just a present for your teacher and that is noT a big deal

it’s a nice gesture and you’re doing this because you’re a nice person

…okay but if u think about it it is kind of a big deal because the person you’re giving this present to is park jimin and you don’t want him to think that you’re harbouring a little crush on him because a student crushing on her teacher is not only cliché but also kind of!!! pathetic!!!!!!

and if he knew that you had a crush on him he’d probably end up giving you a whole speech on being professional and respecting student-teacher relationship boundaries which is honestly very pitiful aND embarrassing and you’d much rather avoid that whole fiasco

hm

ok then maybe you should rethink this whole gift-giving thing

you can express your gratitude in other ways!

do you still have the receipt?

it’s probably crumpled up at the bottom of your bag  

you wonder to yourself if the store is still open right now and if you have time to return the-

“y/n?” you stumble backwards a little in surprise when the door suddenly swings open and jimin’s brows knit together curiously “what are you still doing here? was there something you wanted to talk about?”

oh there are pLenty of things you’d like to talk about with jimin

like the meaning behind the lavender rose he gave you and if he knows that it means what it means

“well, uh, i didn’t have something to talk about, necessarily…” you clear your throat as you follow him into the classroom “but i-“

“you know what, i’m actually glad you stayed behind.” jimin whips around and your eyes widen a bit

what’s that supposed to mean??

“you are?” you whisper faintly and jimin nods before offering you a smile

oh god

this is happening all too fast

a minute ago you were freaking out that jimin probably didn’t feel the same way but here he is now-

“the janitor said that he had to leave early tonight so i told him i’d stay behind after class to clean the classroom myself, but now that you’re here - why don’t you start wiping down the mirrors?” jimin gestures towards the grubby mirrors at the front of the classroom before pointing towards the door “and i’m going to go find the mop and bucket.”  

“oh!” you drop your duffle bag to the ground with a flop when jimin tosses a rag at you “well, mr. park, you see, i actually wanted to-“

“less talking, more cleaning, miss y/l/n…” jimin raises a brow at you before clapping his hands together “chop chop!”

“but i-“ you groan quietly when jimin slips out of the room before turning to look at the foggy mirrors

…okay why are the mirrors so dirty?????

you’re going to have to talk to everyone about maybe not smearing their hands all over the mirrors like animals

also you’re not sure how you’re supposed to give jimin his gifts when he’s given you the responsibility to help clean up the classroom

you didn’t sign up for thiS >:-(

right

so

it’s been about 20 minutes or so since you started cleaning

jimin put some music on so that the two of you wouldn’t be cleaning in awkward silence

he surprised you a little when he asked yoU what you wanted to listen to

(you ended up choosing one of those lofi mix videos on youtube because you felt like that would be a safe option)

(it’s an animal crossing gentle piano mix and it’s very soothing and is actually helping you calm down a little bit)

(“really? animal crossing?” “what?? you said i could choose!”)

you decided to take a break from the mirrors (wiping mirrors was noT as easy as you thought it’d be) so you’ve moved on to wiping down the bars instead

jimin’s on his hands and knees diligently scrubbing away at some shoe marks on the floor

he wore a white button up and slacks to class today which isn’t anything out of the usual except for the fact that now he’s unbuttoned the top couple of buttons and he’s rolled + pushed up the sleeves and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t bothered by it

the chain around his neck seems to wink at you under the lights and almost immediately you wonder what his chain would look like hanging above you

…oh boy

you swallow thickly before scrubbing harder at a smudge on the bar

okay you know what

this is ridiculous

you came here to give him something but here you are doing chores

and it seems that you’ve decided against giving him his gift simply because you are SHY

you’re weak

WEAK!!!!

a weak little wimp, that’s what you are

no offence (but it’s kind of tru)

“hey, mr. park?” you blurt out before you realise and your eyes widen slightly in panic

“yes?” jimin turns to glance at you over his shoulders for a second before returning to his vigorous scrubbing aaaaAAND you are now realising that his shirt is a little see-through under the lights and his back muscles are.,., well.,., they are definitely flexing.,.,

you cut your nails recently so it probably wouldn’t hurt him if you dug them into his shoulder blad-

oh my god

get a grip

PLEASE for the love of god get a grip

you know what

it’s because your period is late this month!! that’s why your hormones are completely out of whack

you wouldn’t be surprised if you reeked of pheromones right now

“also, you can call me jimin, you know. mr. park is kind of an in-class thing.” jimin teases

“right! …jimin.” you cough a little when your voice wavers slightly

it’s not that you’re uncomfortable with calling him jimin

it’s just that you’re used to calling him mr. park and jimin feels so informal and you knoW he’s only like two? three? years older than you so it’s not weird for you to be calling him by his name but!!!!! aHH

but then again you like saying his name :-) because it makes you feel closer to him :-) oh god u rly do like him :-)

(also he likes hearing u say his name)

“i, um-“ you hang the rag over the bar before quickly wiping your hands on the back of your skirt “the reason why i stayed behin-“

“hold that thought-“ jimin gets up off the ground and dusts his hands off before patting his stomach “i don’t know about you but i am starving, so i’m going to quickly get some food from that deli down the block - do you want anything? i feel a little bad that i made you stay after class to help me clean.” he grabs his jacket before checking the pockets to make sure he has his wallet with him

right

well  

maybe this is another sign from god to noT giving jimin this present

every time you’re about to do it something happens!!!

“oh gosh, don’t worry about it! i… didn’t have any plans, anyway, so…” you snort before turning away from him because woW you are very good at making yourself sound like a loser “but, uh- you don’t have to get me anything! thank you for offering…”

“alright, i’ll be back in twenty. feel free to take a break!”

as soon as jimin leaves you immediately smack your forehead against the glass

okay first of all ouch

but second of all

“c’mon, y/n. keep it cool!”

what is it about park jimin that reduces you into a fumbling, awkward little loser???!!!

jimin lets out a breath as soon as he steps out of the room

he has no idea what’s wrong with him today but for some reason he’s like extra jittery and he has no idea why

it probably has something to do with the three iced lattes he drank but aLso it doesn’t really help that for the last 20 minutes he’s been alone with you and it’s driving him crazy

you drive him crazy!!!

he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you

you’ve been grand jetéing all over his damn mind for the last two weeks!!

lately he’s just been finding it more than difficult to suppress and deny his feelings for you

like during the ten minute break in the middle of class he thinks it’s so sweet how excited you get when you pull your snacks out of your bag

the other day you brought in some cherries and you were making some of the girls crack up because you were trying to use the cherry juice to stain your lips for a make-shift lipstick but you were failing miserably

and then when you noticed he was watching you you immEdiately wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and ended up smearing cherry juice across your cheek and he had to try sO hard not to crack a smile at that

or when one of the girls asks you to help them out with a move you’re always so willing to help out

it’s pretty normal for jimin to give you guys about half an hour of class time to just get used to the routine and practice it on your own (and also this time gives him the chance to sit back and relax a little bit)

but he’s noticed that y/n the student is very different from y/n the teacher

“okay, 5-6-7-8- nope. no. try again. here we go, 5-6-7-up- okay, you need to get this timing right otherwise you’re going to be a beat behind for the entire routine.” you shake your head as you look at lisa in the mirror “are you paying attention? you go on the 8, you don’t go after the 8. i don’t know how many times i need to tell you that.”

“right, sorry…” lisa mutters as she gets back into first position and blows some hair out of her face

“don’t be sorry, just be ready.”

jimin’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull when he hears you say that because that’s what hE says to you guys all the time!!!

it’s adorable how you’ve been picking up on some of his techniques :’) the technique of being scary :’)

but also… he’s kind of very into y/n the teacher

miss y/n is hot

jimin immediately pinches his arm as soon as he thinks that before reminding himself to control himself

“alright, 5-6- ooh, wait, before we start- do you like my new leg warmers??” you ask excitedly before sticking one of your legs out and turning back towards lisa “strawberry patterned!!! strawberry!!!”

aaaand y/n the student is back

or the other day when you asked him for tips on a triple-pirouette because even though he taught that lesson a couple weeks back (ahem the day you sprained your ankle) you still haven’t been able to get the hang of it

it shouldn’t be that complicated!!! it’s literally just spinning on one foot so you don’t understand how you manage to fall off balance each time

anyways while he was walking you through the correct posture and all that he couldn’t help but notice the way that you were staring at yourself in the mirror

“neck straight and lengthened… eye-line is up.” jimin stands behind you but reaches around to tilt your chin up “and shoulders…”

there’s a little divot in between your brows and your tongue is poking out a little in between your lips and jimin doesn’t know how this is the first time he’s seen you make this face because you look like a little puppy and it’s adORABLE

damnit

every time he thinks he’s finally gotten control of his feelings for you you manage to reel him riGht back in

“mr. park?” jimin snaps out of it when you speak up and he blinks twice before looking at you in the mirror

“ah- sorry, what?”

“you… were saying something about shoulders?”

“shoulders! shoulders, yes.” jimin nods quickly and looks over your position “uh, shoulders down.”

jimin stares blankly into space as he waits for his order to be ready

he just doesn’t know what to do

he always knows what to do!

in fact, he prides himself on being able to handle anything that comes his way while remaining both level-headed and classy

but this

this is unknown territory

he’s a teacher, an authority figure, crushing on one of his students like a smitten little schoolboy and if he acts on his feelings, that could not only jeopardise his position at the school (and future positions at other schools) but also your enrolment at the school anD your relationship with your fellow peers (seulgi seems like the type to judge on the spot!!) aND!! your relationship with him!!  

because what if he tells you he likes you and you feel forced to tell him that you like him too because he’s your teacher??

would that classify as him abusing his power???

maybe in another universe if he wasn’t your teacher, you guys could be together

age definitely isn’t a problem because he’s only 3 years older than you which really isn’t that large of a gap

he could freely take you out all over the city

he could hold your hand whenever he wanted and he could kiss you whenever he wanted

you guys could go on dinner dates and movie dates and ice cream dates and museum dates and aLL the dates

maybe one night he could drive you to the outskirts of the city and you guys could have a picnic by the river and he could rest his head on your lap while you threaded your fingers through his hair

he wouldn’t have a care in the world because all that matters to him is you

and he doesn’t know if your whole “i, y/n y/l/n, am 110% attracted to park jimin-“ speech was just for entertainment purposes or if there’s truth behind your words but god he hopes it’s the latter

but at the same time, he has to be realistic about this

even if you do like him back… he can’t do anything about it

because at the end of the day he’s still mr. park and you’re still miss y/l/n

yeah

maybe in another life… just not this one.

“order number 48!”

jimin squeezes his way to the front of the crowd to grab his take-out bag

suddenly he’s lost his appetite

chakkachakkachakkachakka

“hey, mr. park, i actually have something for y- nope, no, he said to call him jimin-“ you mutter to yourself as you scrub vigorously at the grime in between the floorboards

god it’s like the janitor doesn’t even trY to clean this place up

everything’s so dusty and icky!!

“well, jimin, the funny thing is i actually stayed behind to- why is it funny? it’s not funny. you’re not funny.” you grumble and reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you continue to scrub with the worn-out toothbrush

these people really need to invest in some proper cleaning equipment

also you’re scrubbing so hard that your arm is going to pop out of its socket soon

and you’ve been on your hands and knees for the last ten minutes so every joint in general is starting to get a little sore

maybe you should take a brea-

“okay, i know you said you didn’t want anything, but i noticed that you didn’t bring a snack in with you today so you must be at least a little peckish.” you jump three feet into the air when the door suddenly swings open and you quickly get up off the ground

you can’t help but hiss a little in pain when your knee cracks

ouCh

if anything this is a sign that your body wasn’t made for cleaning the floor and you should stick to mirror polishing

“but i’m almost done scrubbing the-”

“i got you a grilled cheese sandwich and a cup of tomato soup.” jimin looks back at you as he peels his leather jacket off and tosses it on top of his bag

“ooH i love grilled cheese sandwiches-!“ your eyes widen in excitement but you quickly dial it back when the corner of jimin’s mouth twitches in a smile “i mean… thank you, jimin.”

he nods in acknowledgement as he pulls the boxes out of the paper bag “come and sit. i have a wet-wipe for you if you wanted to clean off a little.”

okay

this is not a big deal

you and jimin are just… sharing a meal which is NOT a big deal

you’re having dinner together!

…oh god you’re having dinner with jimin

is this a date?????

are you on a date with jimin????

okay now you’re just spiralling

how many times do you need to remind yourself to keep it cool???

no

you know what

this isn’t a date, because if it were a date, then there’d be like candles and everything for mood lighting and you wouldn’T be wearing leg warmers and your hands wouldn’t reek of chemical cleaner

and these bright fluorescent lights in the studio completely kills the whole romantic thing so you’re fine!

“what did you-“ just as you get settled on the ground, the fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling crackles and burns out “…huh.”

on the topic of lights

the weirdest thing about this studio is the vast array of lights hanging on the ceiling

because there are little spotlight bulbs lined up where the mirror is at the front of the room along with the back of the room which are warmer toned

on the ceilings are the classic tube fluorescent lights which obviously have a whiter tint to them

nighttime classes aren’t a huge thing so most of the time you guys don’t even use the lights because the suN is your source of light so you never really understood why the studio was designed this way

anyway, the point is - bright fluorescent lights certainly don’t scream romance but now that they’re dead and you’re left with the warm, golden glow of the spotlight bulbs,..,,. this feels more like a date than a simple shared meal

you swallow thickly

“christ… i bet the janitor didn’t change the lights like i asked him to.” jimin scoffs as he looks up at the ceiling

that guy never listens to him!!!

“actually, this happens a lot more than you think.” he sighs as he sets the boxes down on the ground

“oh?” you clear your throat as you pull your box towards you

“i usually stay for a couple more hours after you girls leave and this isn’t the first time the lights have died on me. at least the spotlight bulbs are working…”

“a little dim, but as long as we’re not fumbling around in the dark, right?” you snort as you pop the lid of the soup container off

almost immediately the smell of tangy tomato soup tickles your nostrils

yuMMy

“you’re right, it is a little dim… lucky for us, i actually keep candles in the cabinet.” jimin claps his hands together before swooping down to open up the cabinets

…yeah so what were you saying about this not being a date setting??

as jimin works on lighting the candles, yoU work on figuring out things to talk about to kill the mood

“you know, um, when i make grilled cheese sandwiches for myself at home, i actually use mayo instead of butter!” you clear your throat as jimin takes a seat after lighting the candles

“i’ve heard about that hack… but i do have to say it sounds a little nasty.” jimin raises a brow as he unwraps his own sandwich

“hey now… don’t knock it til ya try it!” you gasp in mock offence before tearing the sandwich in half and watching the cheese stretch out

god

what a beautiful sight

gooey cheese should be considered as one of the seven wonders of the world

“are you playing with your food?” jimin watches as you wind the stretched out cheese from one chunk of the sandwich around the other sandwich

“playing with your food makes it more fun to eat. that’s a scientific fact.” you break it off before bringing it up to your mouth for a bite

“oh yeah? says who?” jimin teases as feeds himself a spoonful of soup

you swallow your bite and shrug “says me!”

a couple seconds of silence ticks by in which the two of you continue to munch quietly and keep to yourselves

you hate silence

it makes you itChy for some reason

“how about we play a game?” after one whole minute of nothing but the sound of quiet chewing, you decide that soMething has to be said

“what kind of a game?” jimin sits up straighter as he polishes off the first half of his sandwich

“how about…”

hm

you should have thought this through

okay

some kind of an icebreaker game

something safe

truth or dare sounds like it could wander into risky territory so maybe not that

“ooh! two truths and a lie - ballet edition.”

“ballet edition? how would that work?” jimin hums as he picks up the other half of his sandwich

you feel your heart hiccup as he tears it in half and stretches the cheese out

he’s copying u :’)

“lemme think…” you wipe some of the grease on your fingers off on a napkin before leaning back on your palms “okay. my favourite move is the grand jeté, my favourite performance was the nutcracker, and my favourite warm-up exercise is the butterfly stretch.”

jimin thinks to himself as he chews slowly

you smile a little as you pick up your sandwich and take a bite

“your favourite move is not the grand jeté. the other day when i said that i’d be incorporating it into our next routine, i swear i could see the light die in your eyes.” jimin snorts before dusting the crumbs off his hand “that was too easy.”

“can you blame me?? i’m not trying to sprain my ankle again!” you pout as you reach down to brush your fingers over your ankle (that has fully recovered, thank goD) “fine, you give it a try then!”

“so it can be about anything related to ballet?”

“anything at all.”

anything related to ballet

ooh he can talk about his education!!

“alright, let’s see.” jimin wipes his mouth with a napkin, “i graduated at the top of my class… i was the youngest student in my class… and… i am not drowning in student debt.”

“…jimin, the game is called two truths and a lie, not three brags and a nothing.”

“well- there are two truths and a lie!! i’m still playing by the rules!!”

“okay, fine - obviously you’re still drowning in student debt. everyone is!!” you scoff as you pop a piece of crust into your mouth

“ah-“ jimin holds a finger up before wagging it at you “that one’s actually true. i’m not drowning in debt because my education was paid for by the scholarship i was awarded- say, this game is fun! your turn!!”

you can’t help but roll your eyes “again, this isn’t three brags and a noth- hEY-“

you squawK in surprise when jimin suddenly throws a crumpled up napkin ball at you

“don’t roll your eyes at me, miss y/l/n…” he teases before threatening to throw another one “go!! your turn!!”

“alright, alright… let me try to think of something to brag about too!”

the two of you spend the next half an hour or so playing the game while finishing up dinner

at one point you nearly wipe your greasy fingers on your skirt and jimin swats your hand away before telling you that if you walked into his class with a dirty uniform on he would definitely kill you

“okay, give me one last one before we clean up and get back to… well, cleaning up.” jimin pops the lid back onto the empty cup and sets it aside

also you’re going to need to ask him where he bought dinner from because the grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup was actually incredible

“fine, but you have to promise not to get mad or anything- that one time i forgot to bring my pointe shoes was definitely on purpose… we have a nickname for you that i can’t say because the others would kill me for it… ooh, and here’s a good one-“ you snort as you perk up in excitement “all of the girls in class have fallen deeply in love with you after you gave everyone roses on valentine’s day.”

the smile falters on jimin’s face

…

uh oh

maybe that one was a little over the line

you forgetting your pointe shoes was an accident!!! you were in a rush and you forgot to pack them

“…”

your lips part to say something but then it hits you

‘all of the girls’ also includes yourseLF you idiot

‘all of the girls have fallen deeply in love with you’

wow

you are incredible

well you might as well go ahead and throw yourself at him too while you’re at it!!

“all of them, you say?”

if that one’s a truth then he hopes you really do mean all of the girls in class

“y’know, uh, speaking of those roses-“ your voice cracks and you feel your face heat up a little before you scramble up off the ground “i actually wanted to say thank you for the valentine’s day gifts you gave us which was why i hung back after class in the first place-”

“oh?” jimin perks up in interest as he crumples up his napkin and tosses it into the paper bag

he can’t help but smile fondly as he watches you fumble through your bag with your tongue poking out

there it is again!!!!

little puppy :-(

god

you make everything so cute

“yeah! i felt a little bad that you didn’t get anything and that… you know, you had to spend valentine’s day with us…” you pull the presents out and a small frown tugs at your lips when you realise the wrapping paper is a little smooshed

oh well

it’s the thought that counts  

and hopefully these presents will get his mind off of what u just said lol

“ah, that’s very nice of you, but you really didn’t have to get me anything…” jimin feels his own cheeks flush a little when you sit down across from him and your knee nudges against his own

“don’t be silly… you didn’t have to get us anything, but you did! and i thought that was very sweet of you.” you smile at him as you hand the presents over

okay WOW you might as well have tiny cartoon hearts floating around your head

reel it iN

“well, i’m glad you liked your rose.” jimin hums as he carefully tears the wrapping paper

you did a very neat job at wrapping his gift so he’s not just going to tear into it like an animaL

jimin’s eyes light up in excitement when he sees what the first present is

ooh!!!!!!!

metal straws!!!!!!

“they’re for those iced lattes you drink all the time!” you grin giddily as you look at his face to gauge his reaction

from the looks of it he seems like he’s a fan and hopefully he’s no longer thinking about your weird confessioN

“ah! i love these! you know, i was thinking about buying them but i keep forgetting, so this is great!”

he’s going to use these metal straws all the time!!!!

he loves them!!!!

save the turtles!!!!!

he’s feeling very trendy now

“also, i chose blue because it matches your hair.” your eyes flicker towards his pale blue strands and jimin unconsciously reaches up to run his fingers through his hair

“you noticed my blue hair? damn, i was trying to be subtle about it…” jimin jokes before moving on to the next gift

“did mr. park just crack a joke?” you gasp mockingly and jimin can’t help but roll his eyes playfully

“mean mr. park does have a sense of humour, you know-“

“for a while there i was seriously considering the theory of you being an android-“

“now look who’s being mean!!”

it’s weird that this is really the only time you’ve had a conversation with jimin outside of class

and it’s even weirder than he’s basically an entirely different person outside of class

with that being said

on monday when he reverts back to mr. park he’s most definitely going to still have the ability to make you pee yourself

as he begins to tear the second gift open you speak up again

“i noticed that the journal you used to take notes and stuff looked a little tattered, so i thought maybe it’d be nice for you to have a new one! obviously you don’t have to use it if you don’t like it, but i just thought that… yeah.”

it’s a handmade brown leather bound journal with his initials pressed (and painted gold!!) on the front cover

truth be told you were a little wary about this gift because it felt oddly… intimate? personal?

it just feels more like a gift you’d give to your significant other rather than your teacher

like if you gave your professor an apple that’s normal but if you gave your professor a box of chocolate covered strawberries that’s a lil.,,.,. a lil out of line and more ‘i love you!’ than ‘i respect you!’

but before you could change your mind about it the person at the store had already finished pressing the letters in and she said no refunds so

oops

“oh, wow… this is beautiful, y/n…” jimin breathes out as he smooths his hand over the leather

although it’s fairly obvious he likes the gift you’re still vERY nervous for some reason

you catch yourself twisting your skirt in between your hands and you quickly let go and clasp your hands together on your lap

“so you… you like it?” you press your lips together and jimin snorts

“like it? i love it!” jimin gushes as he flips through the book “thank you very much, y/n. these were very thoughtful presents, i really appreciate it.” he hums contently before looking up at you with a warm smile

you feel your heart skip a beat at the little twinkle in his eyes

he,.,., is literally..,,. the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes upon.,,.

also the two of you have unconsciously been scooching closer to each other this entire time and your knees are basically pressed up against each others  

you’re so focused on the fact that your heart is pounding in your chest that you don’t notice jimin’s gaze flicker to your lips for a brief second

god he wants to kiss you

after dinner you pulled out the strawberry-mint flavoured gum you’re always chewing on before class (you offered him a piece but he’d already pulled out his own plain ol’ spearmint gum for himself)

so he’d definitely taste strawberry if he kissed you

and he really likes strawberries

“also, i-“ you lean back quickly before letting out a nervous chuckle and getting up from the ground “i also wanted to take this chance to apologise for the… inappropriate comments i made a couple weeks back.”

“inappropriate comments?” jimin clears his throat and leans back a little as well

he reaches up to scratch the back of his neck

hOo

maybe he should turn the air conditioner on

it’s getting a little hot in here

he gets up off the ground before heading over to the front of the room where the switches are

“oh, right!” jimin flips the air con switch on and tugs at his collar a bit “you mean you telling the entire class that you’d like to sit on my-“

“tHAT waS-“ you interrupt jimin before he gets a chance to finish his sentence before clearing your throat loudly “see, the thing is, that was just seulgi getting under my skin- i’m sure you’ve noticed we have a best frenemies kind of situation going on-“

you roll your eyes as you start to polish the mirror again (because you’re getting nervous again and when u get nervous you nEED to do something with your hands) “basically some of the girls were talking about you and i stepped in to- y’know, make sure that they were keeping things respectful because you aRe our teacher-“

ok all this rant is doing is making you sound like a major teacher’s pet but pop off sis

“a-anyways, seulgi seemed to think that me defending you was because i had a crush on you, so then i kinda just said all that stuff to get her off my back, you know? does that make sense? i’m not sure if i’m making sense.” you babble on as you start wiping at one spot on the mirror a littLe too aggressively “and, you know, i would, um, under normal circumstances, i would nevEr ever ever disrespect my teachers like that and i just hope that you-“

jimin stops listening to your nervous babbling to flashback to that afternoon

‘i would 100% love to sit on park jimin’s face because i, y/n y/l/n, am 110% attracted to him.’

even the reminder of you saying that sends a shiver down his spine and sends blood rushing to multiple parts of his body

you know what

fuck it

he’s just going to go for it

he’s sat on this for far too long and if it doesn’t work out, he’s veRy good at acting like he doesn’t care about anything

so, either way, he’ll be totally fine!!!

…right??

“do you?” jimin cuts you off and you look at him in the mirror as he packs the gifts away in his bag

“do i- sorry, do i what?”

jimin zips his bag up loudly and you jump a little in surprise

“do you have a crush on me, y/n?”

your hand immediately freezes on the mirror and your grip tightens on the rag

all you can hear is the sound of the air con whirring above you and your heart beating in your ears

you-

did he just-

what are you supposed to-

is this really happening right now or are u having a fever dream

you force your hand to move but your movements make you seem more like a tin-man rather than a normal human being

“i-i don’t… i’m not sure i understand the, uh…” your heart seems to beat faster with every slow step jimin takes towards you “what exactly, um, what exactly do you mean by ‘crush’? b-because, y’know, crush… crush can be interpreted in… in a miLLion different ways, so…”  

…

reaLLY??

thAt’s your response??

gee mr. park can you define crush for me???

can you use it in a sentence sir???

“okay, fine.” jimin purses his lips before tilting his head “are you attracted to me, miss y/l/n?” your hand freezes mid-wipe on the mirror with an obnoxious squeak the moment you realise jimin is standing directly behind you

if u thought that being referred to as miss y/l/n in class was intimidating

hOo boy

“a-attracted?”

this is making you want to catapult yourself into the middle of a busy intersection

“attracted. romantically…” jimin looks at you through the mirror and for some reason you’re unable to unlock gazes with him “sexually.”

“what-“ your voice cracks, “-makes you think that, mr. park?”

the corner of jimin’s mouth tugs up in a sly smirk

well now he definitely knows how you feel about him

this is where it gets fun

“well, i notice that you become very flushed whenever i’m close to you. the apples of your cheeks and the tips of your ears turn bright pink… kind of like how they are right now.” you can feel the heat radiating off of jimin’s body from how close he’s standing to you

you swallow thickly when he reaches up to pluck the rag out of your hand before tossing it aside

you’re completely frozen from head to toe but you manage to slowly drag your hand down from the mirror

“and don’t think i don’t notice the way you look at me when you think i’m not paying attention.” jimin hums and reaches around to tilt your chin upwards as his other hand rests on your waist “look at yourself, y/n.”

miraculously enough you manage to drag your gaze away from jimin to look at yourself in the mirror

oh boy

you are flushed

and your pupils are so blown out to the point where they’ve almost completely consumed your iris’

your chest rises and falls as you continue to take in shallow breaths

“i see the moony look in your eyes… and they get extra moony when i come to class wearing white button-ups.” jimin whispers in your ear and you feel every single hair on your body prickle to life “i see the way you bite your lip when i roll them up like this-“ jimin presses both palms up against the mirror next to your head and you swallow thickly at the sight of his almost obscenely attractive forearms caging you in

“and when you bend down to fix your shoes or adjust your leg warmers… you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” jimin purrs and reaches down to tilt your chin up again

your back is pressed right up against his chest

“you’re not nearly as sneaky as you think you are…”

o god

you feel like you can’t speak

your mouth is just dRY

also you don’t know whether you should be feeling humiliated or.,,.,. slightly turned on

is it possible to feel both at the same time??

“tell me you want this as much as i do.” jimin feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest but it’s waY too late to take everything back

your head is reeling and you’re honestly not sure how to respond

because on one hand this is finALLY happening and your dreams are literally coming true right before your eyes but on the other hand this is finally happening and usually when you fantasise about jimin you never let it get this far so you haven’t had the chance to plan out your next move

meanwhile, jimin has no idea what to think and has no idea how to interpret your silence

he waits for another ten seconds to go by before deciding to call it

time of death is 7:48pm

well

this was mortifying

and he’s probably going to lose his job now!

so that’s great!  

“shit, i…” he lets his hands fall from the mirror before taking a couple steps back from you “god, i… i’m sorry, that was wildly inappropriate of me, i just thought- mmph!”

jimin stumbles back with wide eyes when you’re suddenly launcHing yourself at him and it doesn’t take long for him to start kissing you back

his arm snakes around your waist as he reaches up to cup your jaw

he was right

you do taste like strawberries

jimin feels a new kind of flame ignite within him when he hears a little whimper slip past your lips when he presses you up against the mirror

and yoU are just floating on cloud nine

jimin’s lips are so impossibly soft and pillowy and you feel like you could kiss him forever

jimin pulls away first to catch his breath and he can’t help but chuckle when you lean up to chase after his lips

“i’m not going anywhere, you know-“

“i know, but you’re a really good kisser-“ you breathe out as you nudge your nose against his

hOo

you could use a breather too

“i like you, y/n. i like you a lot.” jimin whispers and leans down to press his forehead against yours

you feel your heart soaring in your chest at his confession and if it’s even possible your cheeks get even pinker

“i like you too.”

and even though the two of you are currently encased in a warm bubble of love, one single question pops up in your minds at the same time:

what the hell am i going to do now?

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

requested drabbles masterlist

[saffronwritings]

An Accident that Defines You

Pairing: Villain Deku x reader

Warnings: Uhhhhhh angst? LOL

A/N: This is something i wrote before starting all of my newer stuff. I really enjoy the thought of Villain!Deku for some reason.. This is also where the character has a quirk to deactivate their own and other’s hearing. It’s explained in the one-shot. 

“Izuku, it’s not safe here!” I shouted towards him as we continued to fight off the attacking villains. “We need to get these people out of here and take the battle elsewhere!” Iida shouted after me. We agreed to get the remaining civilians out of the fight zone. I quickly activated my quirk to distract two of the attacking villains I could see within range.

I huddled together three of the civilians in my area and took them towards a separate building. “Ma’am, are we going to survive this attack?” One of the gentlemen asked in a panicked state. “You have some of the best students from UA in the area. You are all going to be safe with us.” I smiled at him reassuringly. With the use of my quirk on two villains, my own hearing started to diminish. I knew better than to attempt more than one person at a time.

Aizawa warned me of the over usage of my own quirk. I knew the dangers that it possessed. However, we needed a distraction. We needed an upper hand in this never-ending fight. There was only six of us from UA; Izuku, Katsuki, Iida, Shinsou, Kirishima, and me. We were all out celebrating from a long week of testing and exams. We were prepping to take the final exit exam to become pro heroes. We were just walking downtown to grab something to eat when the attack happened.

Bakugou was off in a moment’s time and Kirishima was after him. Iida was rounding up civilians to try and keep them safe. Shinsou and Izuku were fighting off the numbers of villains. I was back up and helping Iida round up civilians. I was good as a versatile hero; I could be used in both the fight and in rescue. After waving the civilians off to a safe place, I trudged back towards the fight.

Izuku and I locked eyes and I could tell he was getting spent. He had been practicing so hard to get One for All under control and making it his own. We spent many days training together with hand to hand combat. He always took it easy on me since my quirk wasn’t really close combat. We had grown so close to each other in these last few months. He was about to activate it to its fullest potential and really injure himself.

At that moment, I made a decision that I knew shouldn’t have been made. Everyone around me pulsed and that’s when I went overboard. I shut off everyone’s hearing in a three-mile radius, including my classmates. Izuku looked over at me just as soon as my quirk activated with his eyes wide. My ears felt like they were under so much pressure that I flinched as I attempted to stand up. A villain made his way over to me in anger, realizing that I was the source of his hearing loss.

I saw the panic in Izuku’s eyes when he saw the villain stalking my way. “MOVE.” He attempted to shout, and I was able to read his lips. My eyes widen as I saw the position of his fingers. One that we all knew came with extreme power. I quickly ran out of the way as soon as he let go of his finger, sending a blast of power where the villain was, and I had previously been. I was caught by the blast and pushed a bit more towards the road.

There was a ringing in my ears from my quirk being so overused. I felt nauseated and weak from the usage. I picked myself up from the ground to see the destruction of Deku’s attack. The pavement was upturned roughly. I looked over to him to see him panting and heading my way. The ringing kept going and I couldn’t hear anything going on around me. Before I could even process it, Bakugou was blasting Deku in the opposite direction.

I was befuddled. This was not the time for their little bouts. Suddenly Iida was crouching in front of me. “We need to go. Now.” He directed with a look of panic in his eyes. I gave a look of confusion and turned to look at the thing his eyes were focused on. Behind me was the gentleman who I saved earlier, lying crumpled on the ground in the midst of where Deku’s blast hit. I scrambled to my feet and ran over to the man, not worrying about my own well-being. “Sir!” I shouted, shaking his body, feeling his neck for a pulse. I found nothing. “Sir!!” I shouted louder, still shaking his body. I felt the color drain out of my face.

I felt tears swell in my eyes. I had failed him. I felt a hand grip my shoulder and knew instantly that it was Iida. I turned around to see him looking at me solemnly. “We need to go get Izuku!” I mouthed to Iida who shook his head. “What do you mean no?” I shouted at him. Iida looked frustrated and looked to his side and suddenly  Shinsou Hitoshi  was right next to him. They were both arguing for a moment before Shinsou made eye contact with me. “We need to go. NOW.” I read from his lips. “Absolutely not!” I tried to counter, but I felt my body go weak. Shinsou came over to me and threw me over his shoulder. “Let’s go Iida.” He shouted and started to head off in the opposite direction.

 ...

I woke up startled as I felt sweat dripping from my body. That day was drilled in my head as a reoccurring nightmare. The day that changed the mood of our high school careers. We all felt the same pain of turning in Izuku to the police for the murder of a civilian. It was hard to grasp, and I knew it was an accident. However, everyone else thought otherwise. They all convinced me to keep my distance and not seek him out. My heart ached thinking of the pain that he was in.

I hadn’t seen Izuku since that incident. Hitoshi and Iida had taken me by force from the scene. Bakugou was cursing the entire way back with Kirishima on his tail. We made it back to the dorms and let Aizawa-sensei know what had happened. The color drained from his face before ordering a lockdown of the dorms and fled the building quickly. We got news of Izuku’s disappearance the following morning. He had fought a few pro-heroes in the process. Injuring Endeavor and even Al Might.

The following week he was spotted with the leader of the League of villains, Shigaraki Tomura. Before anyone could get close to them, they had fled the scene. That was over two months ago. UA had gone silent on the incident and didn’t speak further into detail about it. The five of us that were involved that night had all changed. I didn’t speak to Iida or Hitoshi for weeks. I avoided everyone as best as I could. I was so infuriated with how things happened.

For the longest time, I blamed myself for using my quirk to the point of exhaustion. I always wondered if I hadn’t deafened Izuku’s hearing if he would have heard Iida’s warning shout. We could still all be studying together to pass our exit exams instead of all of us keep to ourselves. You could tell how tense the entire school was about the situation at hand. A lot of Izuku’s clothes and personal items had gone missing from his dorm room shortly after the incident.

That was the last time we think he was ever on school grounds. After that, he was a ghost. I don’t think I ever fully forgave Iida and Hitoshi’s actions that night for not allowing me to go to Izuku. They all viewed him with harsh eyes for the accident that happened. A shudder went down my spine as I got up out of my apartment bedroom to grab a glass of water.

A flash of green made me drop my glass of water and it instantly shattered on the ground. “Wait, Y/N.” Izuku’s voice chilled me to the bone. It was raspy and broken. “Izuku?” I whispered in shock. “Yes, it’s me doll.” He whispered, crossing the threshold of my apartment to embrace me in his arms. The nickname he had given me in private brought a flush of warmth to my cheeks. I quickly wrapped my arms around him tightly. I felt tears spilling from my eyes almost instantly.

“Oh god, doll. It’s so good to see you again.” He whispered nervously. We had never really told anyone about our relationship. We kept it private because of everything going on. We didn’t need our classmates to tease us about our relationship. We had been dating a little under six months before the accident happened. I pulled away from him to really take a good look at him. His hair was disheveled and wild. His eyes were no longer the bright green I knew. They were dark and one of his eyes had turned red in color.

“Izuku what happened to you…” I whispered, putting a hand up to his cheek. “It’s been awful doll. They have been searching for me endlessly. I’ve had to hide and stay hidden.” He whispered, leaning into my hand. He turned his face towards my palm and gave it a soft peck. “How did you know I lived here now? You’ve been missing for two months.” I graveled at him.

“I’ve kept my tabs on you. I was making sure you were safe. I couldn’t live with myself if I knew any harm had come to you because of me.” He snarled. The soft innocent boy I had known two months ago was gone. Yet, he was still Izuku. He still cared deeply about me regardless of the situation.

“What are we going to do, Izuku?” I asked with a strained voice. I covered my mouth with my hand to stop the racking sobs that kept coming. “Oh, doll. Don’t cry, it’s okay now.” He cooed as he helped me to the floor. We sat close together on my kitchen floor. He kept rubbing circles on my hand and looking from my hand to my face. “I still can’t get over the fact I am actually here with me right now,” I whispered as I was attempting to get myself together.

“What are you doing with the league of villains, Izuku?” I asked after we had a moment of silent pause. I could feel him stiffen at the question. “Y/N… You have to understand, that I was not safe anywhere. Tomura was the only one to offer me any kind of solace. A place to hide. Someone who was willing to work with me when everyone else stared at me in disgust.” He explained in a low voice. You could hear how broken he was about this whole situation. “You don’t view me as a monster like everyone else, do you?” He whispered, as if almost afraid to receive the answer.

“It was an accident, Izuku. You were trying to save me from my own mistake.” I whispered. “I let you down by overusing my quirk. Hadn’t I used the last bit of strength I had, you wouldn’t have had to use your power. We would have graduated UA together. We would have been going out and starting our paths as heroes.” I managed to say in between sobs.

“What has everyone else said?” He asked coldly. “You can already imagine. I separated myself from them. I still haven’t forgiven Hitoshi or Iida for taking me away from you. When you needed someone the most. When you needed me the most.” I told him. I looked over at him with sorrow in my eyes. Izuku was staring at me when I turned to look at him. His eyes were piercing mine as if looking into my soul.

There was a loud knock on my apartment door. “Y/n? Is everything alright?” the voice of Kaminari said. Izuku looked both shocked and pissed off. “You live near, Kaminari?” He snarled quietly. “They insisted that I needed to be watched over. They won’t leave me alone.” I sighed, standing up. “I’ll get him to go away if you wanted to just stay in my bedroom.” I continued. He stood up and pulled me to him roughly. As soon as I caught my breath, his lips collided with mine. I instantly melted into his touch, his kiss.

However, he pulled away sooner than I would have anticipated. “I would love to stay, doll. I really would.” He grimaced, staring at the front door. “We will see each other soon. I promise you.” Before I knew it, he was gone in a flash of green. My heart ached for his presence. I held it together while going up to my front door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. “Hi, Kaminari,” I said in a cold voice.

His stare was hard to read. “Y/N… who was with you just now?” He asked, making my heart skip a beat. “What are you talking about, Kaminari? You know I live alone.” I stated in a calm even tone. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He said before grabbing onto my wrist.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a room with steel walls. “What the…” I started to say before the door slammed open. “Ground Zero…” I whispered as I looked at Katsuki in the eyes. His expression was also hard to read. “Don’t bullshit me, y/n. Where did Izuku go?” He asked in a steady voice. “I don’t know what you’re insinu-” I started to say before Katsuki slammed his fist onto the wall. “Dammit, stop lying! We know he stopped by your apartment last night.” He shouted.

“Why does it matter, Katsuki!? What are you going to do?” I yelled at him back. “Bring him into justice like he deserves! He killed someone, y/n!” He yelled back at me. I stood up abruptly and got in his personal space. “It was an accident and you knew that! He wouldn’t have done that on purpose! You are the whole reason he fled! You all believed he was a monster!” I shouted while stabbing my finger into his chest. His eyes were boring down into mine.

Suddenly his eyes softened at me before closing the door. Securing the two of us alone in the room. I didn’t know whether the room was bugged or not. “Y/N I know this is hard for you. Out of all the people that knew Izuku the best, it was you. He told me about how you two were dating before the incident happened. He confided in me before he even asked you out because he was a nervous wreck that damn nerd.” He started to say. Bakugou knew about Izuku and I. This was going to get dangerous quickly.

“You have to give me any information you have about him.” He said in almost a whisper. Bakugou wasn’t one to let his emotions down easily around people. He almost seemed defeated by his statement. He walked away from me and slammed his fist into the wall again. “I was supposed to be battling with him for the number one hero spot. Not chasing him down as one of the most wanted villains.” He strained out. “I wish I could tell you something, Katsuki. I really do. He stopped by my apartment last night and just told me he wanted to see me.” I told him, keeping Tomura out of the picture.

He sighed before rubbing his temple. “Okay, I’m sorry for the force we had to use to get you here. When sparky called me saying that he heard something break in your apartment then heard another muffled voice, I gave him the okay to use force. That damn nerd must have fled before Kaminari could get him. Not that he could have anyway.” He sneered. “Yeah, not the first-time force has been used against me in your guys’ favor.” I spit back.

“You would have followed him, Y/N.” He barked at me. “So what?” I sneered right back. “We couldn’t have two students go off the deep end! Izuku is dangerous now. He is willing to do anything to keep himself hidden.” He remarked. “I want to go home,” I demanded suddenly. Katsuki huffed and rolled his eyes. “It’s only going to get worse before it gets better. You know, that, right? He has to be brought to justice.” He barked at me again. This time I bit my tongue and turned my gaze to the opposite wall. “Fine, go ahead and go home. However, we are going to stake out your place since the sighting of a villain has been apparent.” He said while emphasizing the word villain.

I stood up and brushed past him on my way out. Kaminari was in the front lobby of Bakugou’s new agency. I activated my quirk as I walked by him to deactivate both my hearing and his. His expression changed when he saw me walk past him without being able to hear me. This would not be the end of my encounters with Bakugou’s crew from his agency.

Things were not easy for the following weeks as I knew I was being staked out by the pro heroes. I was almost associated as a villain because of my private meeting with Izuku. My heart was aching because I was not sure who to believe nor what to do. I knew that I needed to focus on my own hero work and getting in with an agency and who best than with Mirio Toogata.

He was more than ecstatic to take me in as an intern for his agency. I started working hard on blending in with the rest of my class while working for a pro hero agency. I hadn’t heard or seen Izuku since the night in my apartment. I saw from the news of more sightings with him with the League of Villains. The agency did their best to keep it quieter since they knew I was once close with Izuku. I was only hoping that he was staying safe and not making any more rash decisions.

Eight months had passed before we heard anything about any attack led by the League of Villains. Izuku was no longer front-page news, but more of an addition whenever the league was brought up. I hadn’t heard anything from him. He did not stop by my apartment again after the incident where Kaminari stopped by.

I wasn’t expecting to see him today. I was running errands on my day off from patrolling the city. There wasn’t that much villain activity lately which you would have thought that would have been a great thing. Yet, it put all of us heroes on edge because we were waiting for the next attack. I was passing the local convenience store and caught a glimpse of green from the corner of my eye.

I turned slowly to see the familiar curly green locks that I could pick out of a crowd. “It can’t be…” I whispered as we locked eyes. His face remained neutral to seeing me. He was standing in an alleyway as if waiting for someone. He wore a suit that hugged his frame. His sweet demeanor was no longer there. “Hello, doll.” He said, quickly making his way towards me. I knew I should have run and called for backup. Every inch of my body screamed for me to attack.

I couldn’t bring myself to do that. “Izuku...” The words came out of my mouth as if struggling. “You don’t have to be afraid, my doll. I was waiting for you.” He said, strolling up to me and taking my hand into his. He pulled lightly for me to follow him. Quickly snapping out of my daze I pulled my hand away from him. “What do you mean you were waiting for me? Izuku, they could catch you if anyone notices you!” I shrilled, panic rising up in my voice. This made his eyes glisten with excitement. He had changed completely in the months we hadn’t seen one another. His presence was different and something felt off.

“I knew you would eventually come this way, and I just had to see you. It’s been far too long since I’ve had the pleasure of being graced with your presence.” He cooed, putting a hand upon my cheek, stroking his thumb against my skin. His fingers were so calloused.

I took all of me not to melt into his touch. I stepped away from him and attempted to walk away. He was being reckless and you did not want to be the reason he got locked away for good. He grabbed my wrist tightly. “You don’t think you can leave me so soon, do you?” He asked. “Izuku, we both know we are two opposite sides of the same coin. You are at risk of being brought to justice and I cannot follow you.” I grimaced, trying hard to keep my composure.

It was hard not to let the tears flow out of my eyes. I had been anticipating seeing him again. The guy who I had such strong feelings for. One I had put all my trust and hopes into. The one who I imagined becoming the number one hero, to replace All Might. “I won’t fight you, or bring you into the pros. I can’t do that to you, Izuku. However, I cannot follow your path of villainy.” I said, the words struggling to form a coherent sentence in between my wracking sobs.

He stepped closer and wrapped his strong arms around me. “I had no choice, doll. You know this. “ His lips next to my ear. Hot breaths sending chills down my spine. “I miss you so much doll. I am so sorry I am making this difficult for you.” He whispered, nuzzling his face into my neck.

Tears were steadily flowing down my face. I wanted nothing more for things to go back to normal. Where all of our fellow classmates didn’t label my dear Izuku a villain. I turned around in his embrace. “I miss you, Izuku, more than you could ever imagine,” I whispered.  “You could join me; I will keep you safe. Nothing would ever come between us again.” He suggested to me not to miss a breath. A tempting offer.

“You know you need inside information,” I told him, tears streaming down my face. I never imagined I would ever betray the pro heroes in order to give Izuku information. While I told Izuku I would never follow down his path, I knew I was slipping down the blurred line. He put his index finger under my chin to bring me to look up at him. When had he become this much taller than me?

“One day, my doll. I will keep you safe and we will never have to worry about the others. We will have an escape.” He murmured while looking deep into my eyes. He placed a soft kiss to my forehead and lingered there for a moment’s time. “Soon, my love. We will be together again. Permanently.” He said before walking off into the shadows. 

[ningningsplushie]

Hobiday

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Word count: 2020

Genre: self-care night, domestic Hobi??, fluff galore, comfort fic

Summary: Y/N visits her boyfriend Hoseok after a stressful day. Once she steps in his presence, the waterworks start and from there, he takes care of Y/N.

Warnings: Angst on the reader’s part, naked ppl ;) but nothing seggsual, sad emotions :( but it’s okay because Hobi is here to comfort you

Y/N had just finished her shift at work after a gruelling study session at the library. Exams were coming up and work was kicking her ass. As hard as she was working, it just didn’t feel enough for her. Fears of not graduating with the degree she wanted, along with potentially getting fired from the newspaper agency, were eating her up. What Y/N really needed right now was love and a bit of coddling from her boyfriend Hoseok. 

The minute she stepped out of the building, she had texted Hoseok if it was alright for her to visit him and due to them not seeing each other for two weeks, he of course agreed. 

Standing right outside of his apartment’s door, Y/N holds the handle of the door in a death grip, trying her best to push her tears down as best as she could, not wanting Hoseok to see her in such a vulnerable and messy state. Opening the door ever so slowly, she creeps in, setting her bags on the floor. 

“Hobi, I’m here!” She calls out, taking off her shoes at the entrance. 

Hoseok walks out of his bedroom in a baggy shirt and a pair of grey sweats hanging low on his hips. He looks so good all the damn time. How does he do it? It’s taking Y/N everything in her power for her not to burst out crying, but the minute he flashes his dazzling smile and says, “Hey flower, how was your day?” she loses it. 

The emotions she’s been bottling up for the past few weeks let loose, her vision becoming increasingly blurry as she starts to bawl, falling to her knees on Hoseok’s hardwood floor. 

Hoseok guessed this would have happened sooner or later, judging from how distant but hardworking she’s been but upon seeing her tears track down her face, her body huddled into a small ball, his heart breaks into a million pieces. He rushes over to her, picking up her frail figure, and carries her to his couch. Hoseok caresses Y/N’s head, allowing her to nuzzle her face into his long neck as she sobs and sobs. 

“It’s alright flower, let it out. You’ve been so strong for me, don’t keep it in any longer.” He consoles, giving her a chaste kiss atop her head and gently patting her bum, rocking her in his arms like a baby. 

They stay like this for ten minutes as Y/N continues to cry, her body racked from her crying and face now puffy and red. She stops and no sound can be heard, leading Hoseok to assume that she’s fallen asleep. 

Carefully, he tries to get up from the couch to carry Y/N to his bedroom but is met with a meek, “Hobi, I’m so, so tired.” 

Pouting at her tiring claim, he replies, “I know, baby. We’re gonna go to bed right now so you can rest up.” 

“No, I’m not tired like that. I’m just...mentally exhausted.” 

Hoseok’s frown deepens. “You work so hard, flower. You’ve got to let yourself rest every once in a while.”

Y/N shakes her head, locks of her hair falling into her eyes. “You know I can’t do that. I’m so busy and-and I’ve got to keep track of all my work. If I stop to rest for even a day, I’ll fall behind.” 

An idea pops into Hoseok’s head. “Alright. Since you so willingly came to me, I’ll just have to force some relaxation into you.” 

“It’s not very relaxing if you have to…”

Hoseok interrupts his girlfriend with a sweet kiss on the mouth, careful not to stray the kiss into something not so deviant. “shhhhhh. Just trust me.” He mumbles into her mouth. 

With Y/N still clinging onto Hoseok, he carries her into the bathroom, carefully setting her on top of the sink. He rummages through the cabinet behind Y/N’s dangling legs, and from below her, she hears, “Lavender or Chamomile?” 

“Lavender or Chamomile what?” She asks, puzzled at her boyfriend’s odd behaviour. 

Hoseok pulls back from the cabinet and jeers, “Bubble bath, duh.”

“Oh...uhhhh lavender please.” 

Hoseok gets up from the floor, plugs the bathtub, and waits for the water to fill it a generous amount so he can dump in the bubble bath. 

Hoseok leaves and returns with an arm full of candles, placing them all over the bathroom and lights them one by one. Once he’s done, he spreads Y/N’s legs apart and stands between them, giving her another passionate kiss. “I love you so much, flower. Let me take care of you. Arms up, angel.” 

Y/N listens to his command and he begins to peel off her sweater, trailing soft kisses up her arms, shoulder, and collarbones. “Bum up, please.” 

He takes off her jeans, leaving even more kisses and caresses on her thighs and ankles. 

He draws back from Y/N and says, “Alright, I'll let you have some peace and quiet now. Call me when you're finished.”

He turns to leave but before he can do so, Y/N calls out, “Hobi, wait! Can you ermmmm…” she begins to trail off, shaking her head. “Nevermind.” 

“What is it, flower?” 

Y/N, sitting in her bra and underwear, looks down at her feet and shyly whispers, “I just...I was wondering if you could...bathe with me.” She looks up at him, her eyes sparkling with hope and a little bit of embarrassment. 

They’ve been intimate before but they’ve never showered or bathed together. Y/N, as busy as she is, treasures her moments of peace so hearing her ask this, Hoseok it elated, wanting nothing more than to comfort and sit skin to skin with the girl he loves. 

“ahhhhhh, is my little flower shy?” He teases, creeping between her legs once more. 

“Hobiiiiii!” She giggles, burying her face into his neck. 

“You don’t have to be so shy, you know. Not when you want me to be with you.” 

The two strips off all the fabrics on their persons and Hoseok takes hold of Y/N’s hand so she can safely step inside the bathtub. He trails in after her and the two sit down, Y/N sitting in front of her boyfriend, her back glued to his chest as she leans her head on his shoulder. 

“You wanna talk about it?” 

“I don’t want to burden you. It’s a lot, really.” She objects, basking in the warmth of the water and the scent of the bubbles. 

Hoseok places his hand under Y/N’s chin and turns her head so she’s looking at him. “Look at me. Don’t ever think that you’re burdening me.” 

Y/N nods her head, burrowing her cheek on his chest. “Everything is so overwhelming. I feel so stupid in school even if I’m studying hard. I feel like I’m not doing enough at work even if I’m working my ass off every day. I’m working and working and it’s just not worth it. I’m so close to dropping out of university. My dream of becoming a journalist doesn’t feel like a dream any longer. It’s more like a chore.” 

Hoseok wraps his arms around Y/N and tuts. “I hope you know you’re the only one who sees that. I know, trust me Y/N I know that school is stressful but you’re passing and all your professors love your papers. You may feel like you're working a dead-end job but it’s only the first step to you achieving your dream. Your hard work isn’t going unnoticed, alright? If you were doing anything wrong, your boss or professors would call you out. You’re doing amazing. Don’t give up, flower, not when you’ve gotten this far.” 

“It’s too much, Hobi. I can’t handle it anymore.” She retaliates, trying to squirm free from his grasp. 

He holds her tighter, kissing her head. “You can and you will. I’ll be with you every step of the way, cheering you on and picking you up when you fall. I’m not going to sit here and watch as you give up your dream. I’ll support you and make sure you get to where you want to go. You just need to find a nice balance between life and work.” He smirks, pressing a long kiss to her lips and softly brushing his thumb over her cheek. “That’s where I come into play.” 

Y/N pulls always and playfully slaps his arm. “You creep! Can’t you keep it in your pants for once?” 

“That’s kinda hard to do when I’m sitting naked in a tub with my beautiful girlfriend.” 

Y/N flushes into a deep shade of red. “Jeez, way to ruin the moment.”

“I’m kidding...for now.” He purrs, hiding his devilish grin in their kiss. “What I'm not kidding about is making sure you’re getting rest and relaxing once in a while.” He puffs his chest out, forming his lips in a pout. “One day a week will be a certified Hobiday where I get to baby and cuddle you. Ah, ah, ah, no objections. I won’t listen.” He urges, pressing his hands over his ears. 

 Y/N turns around to face Hoseok in the tub so she can force his hands away. “Alright, alright. There’s really no point in fighting you about this.”

Hoseok perks up. “There really isn’t. Just you wait. Hobiday will be your favourite day of the week. Let’s get out before we prune up, hmmm?” 

Hoseok helps Y/N out of the tub and pats her dry with a towel, careful not to let his hands wander. 

“I can dry myself, Hobi.” Y/N whines. 

“I know you can. I just want to take care of you tonight.” 

The two get dressed and relocate to his bedroom, Y/N sitting on his bed and Hoseok standing in the doorway, drying his hair. 

“Have you been eating well?” He inquires. 

Ashamed, Y/N twiddles with her thumbs and replies, “Just instant ramen. I’ve been too busy to eat a real meal.” 

“You’ve been eating instant ramen for two whole weeks?!” 

Y/N shrugs her shoulders. “There’s nothing wrong with that. At least I ate something, right?”

“Uhhhhhh wrong??? That’s it. We’re ordering in tonight.” 

“It’s fine, I’ll eat something when I get home.” Y/N defends, hopping off the bed. 

“Home? You’re not going home tonight. We’re having a sleepover and don’t even think for a second that I’ll let you have another cup of ramen.” 

“It’s late and I’m exhausted, Hobi. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Hoseok shakes his head, walking towards Y/N and tackling her in a bear hug. Y/N struggles to roll on top of him, trying to break free. Instead, Hoseok pins her arms above her head with him straddling her hips. 

“Yeah it’s late, you dummy. I’m not letting you go. You can sleep here. We’ll eat good food, watch Netflix, and cuddle. Doesn't that sound nice?”

Y/N falters, eyes glueing onto Hoseok. “I don’t want to intrude.” 

He groans, brushing his hands over his face. “You’re not intruding. You know why?” He leans down to Y/N’s face. “Because. I. Love. You. So. Much.” He enunciates, peppering kisses across her cheeks after each word. “Now shut up and take my love.” 

Y/N stops fighting and gives in to Hoseok, allowing him to cuddle her and cover her face in kisses. 

“Thank you for making sure I don’t make any stupid mistake...and thank you for taking care of me. I love you to no end, Hoseok.”

He grins at her, replying with, “Of course, angel. That’s what your sunshine has to do hmm? I’ve got to make sure my beautiful flower grows strong. And in return you make me shine brighter.” 

The two touch foreheads and Y/N whispers once more, “I love you so much.” 

“I love you too, flower.” 

This was it. Y/N knew at this moment that Hoseok was her home, her comfort and that she’d always find her path back to him.

[the-fiction-witch]

Control P6

TV SHOW: THE QUEENA GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY X READER RATING: SMUT

I smiled widely, as I laid in bed. Beyond content, y/n loved me, she had desired me as badly as I had desired her, she had heard me and knew of the way I felt about her and still she loved me. I laid on my side spooning her I started off very gently my arm over her waist the other under her pillow but she had shifted and moved the more we got comfortable, my arm around her completely my hand on her waist gently rubbing my thumb on her stomach, my other arm under her pillow and neck holding her hands, her back against my chest, my chin on her shoulder a little occasionally giving her kisses which always made her giggle. "Benny?" She asks with a slight yawn "Ummmm hum?" I groan putting a trail of kisses down her shoulder and arm "What are we doing tomorrow?' "We're going to get the paperwork tomorrow y/n. You remember little lady?" "Ummmm I remember" she smiled as she did I felt her move her hips back a little maybe she was uncomfortable but she innocently moved her hips back on the bed a little until her butt met my crotch "hi Benny" she giggled gently moving herself to slightly tease me "Ummm hello y/n" I smirked "something the matter?" "No, I'm comfy" she smiled pulling on my arms so I held her tighter I smirked a little and held her as tight as I possibly could squeezing her against me "Is there something you wanted little lady?" I asked her "Maybe" "Maybe? Are you... Sure that's something you Wanna do with me?" "I do" she smiled "of we're going to get married Benny it'll happen" "I know, just are you sure you want it to happen... Now?" "I'm sure" she nods I pulled her over to face me seeing her sweet face "Are you sure you want to, do that with me?" "I'm sure, we've both wanted to a long time Benny and, I really want to with you, tonight. If it's okay?' "I'd be happy to my little lady" I smiled giving her a kiss "if you unhappy, uncomfortable, or anything you tell me okay?" "Okay" she nods "Y/n I'm serious, I don't want you to lay there unhappy like you do with Mikey okay? If anything's wrong you tell me y/n" "I will Benny, I promise" "That's my girl" I smiled giving her head a kiss "you get yourself comfortable and I will uhh get ready" I told her and she nods a little nervous but excited, so I sat up in bed and went to my draw my head overwhelmed with excitement, this wasn't a fantasy, this was really going to happen I'm gonna have sex with y/n! She wants to have sex with me! I was already getting hard just thinking about it as I searched my draw "Are you ready Benny?" She asks and I tried so desperately Not to look at her feeling my now completely erect cock throb at those words "Umm just a minute my angel" I told her desperately digging in my draw, come on I have to have one! Of all the nights, I've never wanted one or needed one more in my life. Instantly my hand found the silvery wrapper I quickly pulled it out and checked the date, yes! Still in date but this is literally my last one. I'll have to get some when we go out tomorrow. I smiled as I came back seeing her laid in just her nightie her little shorts and panties on the floor by the bed she laid on my bed her head in the pillow her hands slightly in her chest her breasts almost falling from her nightie, her legs together rather innocently, her nightie only just long enough to conceal her, she smiled at me and I smiled back "are uhh are you sure?" "I'm sure Benny" she nods "Okay" I blushed slightly "did you uhh want to help me?" I suggest gently tugging on the wasitband of my boxer shorts she giggled and nodded sitting up a little and I bit my mouth watching those beautiful hands get close gripping my wasitband tightly and pulling them swiftly her face read of suprise as she saw me, I was as hard as I had ever been, precum slightly coating my head in excitement, the vains prominent across my shaft, she blushed hard turning a bright red "what's the matter?" "Your much bigger then Mikey" she smiled a nervousness in her voice "Am I? I'll be gentle then" I reassured her ripping the packet with my teeth and gently slipping the condom on me she smiled laying back down her face still bright red with blush I kicked my shorts off my legs loosing them somewhere in the bed, I careful leant over her being slow and careful around her, "Hi" "Hi" "Are you sure that... You want to?" "Y/n of course I want to" I laughed "are you sure?" "I'm sure" she nods wrapping her arms around my neck lazily "Benny, please be gently with me" "I will" I smiled giving her a kiss "I promise" I smiled leaning down to kiss those perfect lips, she happily kissed back relaxing a little more with each kiss I moved a little more giving her more passionate open mouth kisses but I didn't want to add tounge it didn't feel right, I moved a hand down towards her ghosting over her thighs smooth skin, i went to touch her but she flinched making me pull away "shhh it's okay, it's okay, it's just me," I remind her Incase I had scared her "What are you doing?" She asks looking at my hand "I was just going to check your ready y/n, that's all" "What are you talking about?" She asks clearly confused "I'm checking if your ready? If you were enough or if you need some attention before I start?" I explained to her trying not to laugh at her "Ohh, I'm sorry, Mikey never did that I got confused" she blushed "It's okay, don't worry little lady" I reassured her slowly moving my hand feeling her smooth skin, she was dripping wet, I moved and checked and I could slip two fingers inside her easily which made her gasp I smirked a little and rubbed on her clit with my thumb watching that sweet face feeling the little waves of pleasure "does that feel good?" I asked and she nods trying not to shut her eyes "did Mikey ever do this to you?" I asked and she shook her head "never? Awww my poor y/n, he did... Make your finish didn't he?" "No, never" "Never? So you've only ever... On your own?" "No, sometimes I just touch it feels nice but I can't.. get to the end" she says "You've never cum?" "Never" "Don't worry y/n. I'll get you there" I told her kissing her nose rubbing in her clit rather mercilously feeling her tighten around my fingers getting wetter and wetter, I was throbbing with each rub of her clit I wanted to be inside her so bad, I couldn't wait a moment longer I moved my hand away and moved closer gently pushing her legs apart "you can keep them up or wrap them around me, however your comfortable" I told her she nodded as I moved closer still pressing my cock against her pussy, feeling her wetness even though the condom I gently rubbed around her opening and already felt like I could cum, I gently held her hips and moved forward pushing as gently as I could inside of her, ummmm she was so warm, so wet, so tight around me, "uughhh! Y/n!" I groaned feeling myself throbbing inside of her "fuck! You feel so good! Are- are you okay?" "Yeah" she gasps so I smirked giving her some little kisses, the more I slipped inside the more heavenly she felt until I was completely inside her hilt deep savouring her slight movements as she got use to me "Benny, it feels nice" "Just tell me if I'm too fast, or anything okay?" I told her and she nods so I smiled giving her a kiss "I love you" "I love you too" she smiled, I gently moved my hips slipping all the way out and all the way in over and over, my head was on another planet just the knowledge after all this time of fantasising I was inside y/n, I was having sex with her, she felt so good, better then I could have ever imagined I never wanted to leave I wanted to be like this with her forever, my beautiful little y/n, my sweet little lady, just this alone was making me bite my mouth on desperation trying not to scream or to complete cum inside her, I wanted to get her there, I wanted to give her an orgasum, I wanted to feel her cum around my cock, gradualy I got faster and faster, she wrapped her legs around me holding me tighly between her legs and her arms as she got tighter and tighter, wetter and wetter gasping and moaning under her breath "uhhh y/n please" I groaned my hips working on there own at a mercilous pase "What is it Benny?" She gasps "This is gonna sound really weird but, please.... I really need you to cum" "Why?" "Because I don't think I can unless you do, I need to... I need to feel you around me y/n!" "Ohh Benny" she giggled excitedly "Would it help if I did this?" I smirked moving my hand to rub on her clit as hard and fast as I moved inside her burring my head in her neck slightly giving her kisses where I could "ughhh ughh y/n! Y/n! Please little lady I need you!" "Benny, my tummy feels funny" she says sounding worried "Umm that means your close my darling" I smirked rubbing on her harder and "fuck you feel so good y/n!" I moaned loudly feeling as if I was just on the edge and - "Aaaahhhhh! Benny!" She screamed biting on my neck giving me a love bite as I felt her cum tightening around me squirting down me and my bed but I didn't care it felt so good! My eyes rolled back riding it out for her making sure she felt every last second she was so wet and so tight it only took me a couple more thrusts before I "Uhhh uhhhhhh fuck! Y/n! Y/n!! Y/N!" I Screamed my voice slightly breaking as I did feeling my orgasum like a firecracker in my cock riding it out as long as I could before I burried myself inside her and collapsed on top of her "I love you so much" "I love you too" she gasps playing with my hair gently as we laid gasping for breath, sweaty, exhausted, covered in our juices and our sweat, her love bite slightly aching on my neck, both of us in our own worlds a while from our orgasums "did I do okay?" She asks after a while "Best sex I've had in my life" I told her giving her sweet lips a kiss.

I laid on my back still trying to Seatle myself, I was on another plane of existence and I couldn't have been happier. "Ummmmmmm" she moans happily as she scooted over to me wrapping her arms around me and nuzzling her head on my chest "my benny" she mummbled I almost audibly awwed my god she's so fucking adorable! "Ummm my y/n" I smiled back hugging her as tight as I could "I love you, so much" I told her fixing some hair from her face "I love you too benny" she giggled "but why do you keep saying it?" "I like reminding you, making sure... You feel loved" I told her as we cuddled up a while "little lady?' "Ummm?" "If us... Uhh fooling around is going to be a common thing-" "We are engaged to be engaged Benny, I'm sure it will" she giggled "Well if you liked it and enjoyed it you have only to ask my little lady" I told her "but if so. I need... To buy a towel." "Hu?" "For the bed" I answered she seemed move confused but I moved her hand to the wet slightly stained patch now on my bed, it was wet and cold already interesting how we had both avoided it as we laid together "I'm sorry" she blushed hard "It's alright, you can't help it... I actually rather like it. Lets me know your enjoying yourself little lady" I told her giving her a kiss "shall we get to bed? Got things to do tomorrow?" "Your right Benny, goodnight" she yawns "Goodnight, sleep well y/n"

I sighed as I heard the alarm going off, I groaned sitting up and hitting the stupid thing to shut it up, I laid back down trying to get some more sleep, when I noticed I was all alone... where's y/n? I jumped out of bed and went to the door but instantly relaxed seeing her stood in her nightie making breakfast

"Good morning" she smiles surprised to see me having ran out of bed "What was that about?"

"You scared me" I told her slipping my robe over my shoulders

"I was only making breakfast"

"I know, but when I woke up without you beside me I got worried about you" I told her wrapping my arms around her waist and giving her lips a sweet kiss

"I'm sorry benny"

"It's alright, you just worried me little lady" I told her tapping her nose

"Go sit down, breakfast is ready" she smiled

"You didn't have to make me breakfast y/n"

"Well I thought we should have a nice breakfast before we get to work today"

"You are too perfect" I told her going to sit at the table and soon enough she brought me breakfast, a coffee, a cup of apple juice, bacon, eggs, hash brown, sausage, all other things I wasn't completely sure what they where "Thank you little lady"

"You're welcome" she smiled bringing her own and sitting across from me

"am I too accept, that you can only cook British food?"

"Yes" she nods

"What have you done to my toast?"

"I fried it"

".... you fried my bread?"

"Yes,"

"That sounds so much like an American thing I'm shocked it's not" I laughed picking it up and giving it a try "fuck. I take it back. Only fry my bread from now on"

"Yes benny" she giggled

"what is this mount of mystery on my plate?"

"Blood pudding"

"Blood? There is blood in it?"

"no benny" she giggled "you said you'd eat whatever I cook for you"

"okay" I sighed "Got my own little British invasion living with you" I laughed "what other stuff do you know how to cook?"

"I can make toad in the hole"

"Yes, you fed me that, that's just like sausage cooked into pastry"

"Its meant to be cooked into a Yorkshire pudding but I messed the mix up"

"Why is it a Yorkshire pudding?"

"It just is, like why it's Lincolnshire sausages or Cornish ice cream"

"Okay... what else?"

"Bubble and squeak"

"Hu? that's not food that's a sound affect"

"No its food benny"

"what is it?"

"You'll find out" she giggled "I might do shepherds pie for tea, I like shepherds pie"

"For dinner"

"For tea" she giggled "Or maybe bangers and mash, perhaps I'll make welsh rabbit next week, Ohh But I need to pick up a gammon tomorrow I make a good gammon"

"Yes. I understand... some of those words"

"I know benny" she giggled as she finished up and took her plate to the sink "Benny? can you get crumpets in New York?"

"...... What is a crumpet?"

"It's like, a eggo but bread and airy"

"probably not y/n."

"It also means sex in some areas'"

"Does it? so you'd say..."

"Lets go have a spot of crumpet"

"You're people are weird." I told her "This bacon tastes funny, did... did you cut the fat off!"

"Yes"

"give me back my bacon fat y/n"

"No, its bad for you"

"I don't care bacon has fat give it to me" I warn her "This is like Canadian bacon"

"I didn't cook the fat, eat your breakfast" she smiled

"fine. Can we have Victoria sponge for desert, I know what that is and I know it tastes good."

"Maybe benny depends what I can get while I'm shopping, or perhaps I'll make you a roly-poly that's my favourite"

"what... is that another sex one?"

"No. its basically a Victoria sponge swiss roll"

"a what?"

"a flat sponge cake"

"Yeah"

"cover in jam and buttercream"

"Yeah?"

"Then roll it into a log with a swirl" she smiled "sometimes you can do it with ice cream too"

"that does sound delicious."

"Maybe I'll do that later" she smiled "for pudding"

"Ugh for desert"

"Pudding"

"Pudding is a thing not a word"

"Pudding" she says crossing her arms

"How do meals go y/n?"

"Breakfast, lunchen, cuppa time, tea, pudding, supper"

"You have six meals?"

"Yes"

"I'll allow it" I smiled "color"

"COLOUR!" She yelled angrily making me jump I'd never heard her hell like that and frankly I was afraid

"Yes dear..."

I stood in the hall in line with y/n, holding her hand as we stood in the line with some other couples most of them very very unhappy, a few even apart from each other y/n was nervous I could tell she was holding her handbag in a vice like grip, she held her breaths longer then usual among other things line her tentative steps,

"It's going to be fine y/n" I told her giving her head a kiss "I promise"

"I'm sorry benny, Just nervous."

"You have nothing to be nervous about we're just getting the paperwork and we'll take it back and give it a good go over alright?"

"okay" she nods

"It's going to be fine" I told her "It's not like you have children or much stuff to worry about it" I explain to her "I mean you brought all your things with you didn't you?"

"I did, I can't leave him with my things alone they won't be there when I get back"

"I am so going to punch him"

"Benny no"

"Why not? he's a terrible person, If I ever see him again I am going to punch him"

"I know benny" she smiled resting her head on my shoulder

"I think you guys are in the wrong line?" the guy behind us said sounding confused

"Will you stop intervening in other peoples business!" The woman beside him complained

"Ohh I'm sorry, I only wanted to maybe talk to some people other then my fucking bitch wife" He said back

"Ahh Memories" she smiled hugging my arm

"Well they shall only remain memories my darling" I smiled kissing her head

"Seriously? are you guys in the wrong line?" The guy behind us asked "This is divorce? marriage is over there"

"No we need the divorce paperwork," I told him, "She's the unhappy wife, I'm her sexy new side piece"

"Ooohh fair enough" He shrugs

"Benny" she laughs hugging me tightly

"What? Am I not the side piece here?"

"No, your my lovely boyfriend, that I love very much"

"Awww I love you too y/n"

"NEXT!" The office person yelled so we moved forward

"Hi yeah we need the paperwork to get her a divorce" I asked the woman sat at the counter

"Reason?"

"we have to give a reason? can't it jut be... she doesn't wanna be married to him anymore?"

"You need a valid reason" she says

"Okay, well he's been abusive to her"

"Domestic abuse is not a valid reason, without proof"

".... are you serious?"

"without the husband to admit to this you can't call for a divorce." she says

"Uhh, is cheating a valid reason?"

"Yes."

"Okay, well you've been cheating on him with me so... that'll do"

"take the paperwork, make sure to fill it all in and return it" she says

"Thanks" I told her taking the paperwork and tugging y/n out of the line with me "so Home?"

"Home, can we go get ice cream?"

"We can go shopping and I shall buy you some ice cream"

"And crumpets?"

"If we can find them yes." I told her  "and If you want we can have some crumpet when we get home"

"Well we have to find them first"

"That's not the sort I meant darling" I smirked giving her a kiss

I sat at the table reading over this intense paperwork, reading and re reading everything other, this is complex. Note to self no matter what happens never get divorced! this is too fucking complicated. and this is the easy divorce, this is the without dealing with child custody and home ownership. I see why she left this to me, as much as I hate laundry, I do think it would be better then this. I stopped a moment giving my eyes a rest picking up the small bread circle watching the butter slowly melt into the holes, we had found the fabled crumpets while we where shopping, I was very tentative about them, food with holes seems... I don't know weird to me. I gave it a try and Fuck! that's it I'm sold I am marrying y/n, she has brought me this wonderful thing. My god I'm in fucking love. I finished the crumpet and went back to reading the paperwork "Little Lady?" I asked

"Yes Benny?" she asks

"What is you and Mikey's wedding anniversary?" I asked her

"Twenty second of July"

"Thank you" I told her filling it in where I had to trying to make a dent in this paperwork,

"Benny?" I heard her call from the bedroom where she had been sorting the clean laundry

"Yeah Little Lady?"

"Hello" she giggled, I looked up to her seeing her having pushed open the bedroom door leaning on the doorframe stood in her little black heels, her usual black stockings up to mid thigh, with beautiful slightly floral lace around her thighs at the top of her stockings, Little black lace panties, and a black transparent baby doll dress with lace around the bottom of the dress, another line of lace cradling under her breasts, two almost triangles of black fabric over her breasts with a line of lace across the top, two little spaghetti straps holding up the little nightie, and a black silk robe over her shoulders "Hi" she giggled

"Hi." I smiled resting my head on my hand trying desperately to keep the sudden throbbing in my jeans out of her view, she looked so good, like a fantasy, I wanted to pinch myself to check I wasn't actually dreaming "You uhh... you look nice"

"Thank you benny" she smiled "do you like it? I got it while we where shopping?"

"I do it uhh it looks lovely y/n , you look beautiful, why uhhh why are you wearing it now?"

"I wanted to see if you liked it"

"Well I like it very much" I told her "You look incredibly beautiful, Is uhhh there something you wanted darling?" I smirked

"Maybe" she smiled coming over to the table I smirked and got up and wrapped my arms around her waist pull her close

"well I'm very busy, going though the paperwork for you"

"You can do that any time" she whines leaning against me too running her hand suggestively up my chest her hand rubbing on my bare skin "Please" she whines

"Please what little lady?"

"Come to bed Benny"

"If that's what my little lady wants," I smirked "But no whining when the paperwork takes forever to get done."

"I won't" she smiled tugging my hand to the bedroom.