#idk i was playin around n liked how it turned out!

[8seokss]

the call me hope

#me when i learn how to half tone #idk i was playin around n liked how it turned out! #8edit #jhope #me myself and jhope #bts edit #jhope edit

[raitonsfw]

𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 | 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞

synopsis: Mornings with Gojo were quite...interesting. If it weren’t for his loud snores and constant whines in your ear, you would’ve fallen asleep by now. But alas, you’ve been up for three hours and had no reason to sleep soon when you felt him press up against you with a shudder wracking his body. 

warnings: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, smut, morning p in v, cuddling, wet dreams, grinding, fingering (if you squint), sideways position, begging, teasing, dirty talk, creampie, size kink, a bit rough, pet names (baby), gojo just takes up half of the bed on his own and then some, gojo’s a bit selfish but like he does make up for it, bit ooc for him (i think), idk i tried my best (i wrote this in 3 hours)

a/n: needed to write something fit for this king and its not my greatest work, but its decent at best! still catching up on season 2, (though it's safe to say ik every goddamn spoiler, even manga wise.) wc: 1.5k. m.list

divider credit: @benkeibear

The figure next to you snored. Loudly. You’ve been awake for the past three hours, listening to Gojo sleep next to you, tossing and turning every which way and you wondered why you moved in with him. You knew he wasn’t a sound sleeper, nightmares tended to fill his dreams, an endless void of them. Constant muttering about nothing was also a normal occurrence and you sighed as you awoke for the tenth time from a drifting sleep as he rolled into your space. Again.

“Satoru..” You said his name quietly, nudging him a bit. He didn’t move.

Of course, why did you think that would work? He’s over six feet, for God’s sake and way bigger than you. You couldn’t move him, no matter how hard you tried. Best to just deal with it til morning. 

The coming sunrise had settled in the midst of your curtains, the colorful pop of orange and you groaned. It was morning. You turned over to face the window, away from Gojo, and buried your head into the pillow again. You just needed to tune him out, though the breath against your neck didn’t quite help as he was pressed up against you in the near middle of the bed now. You two needed a bigger bed. 

You felt his arms stretch around your waist and you contemplated whether or not he was awake. You didn’t notice any changes in his breathing, whether it picked up or not. You closed your eyes, trying to get some rest when you felt his fingers dance against your tummy and a quiet whine emitted from behind you. And here we go again, the incredulous noises he made when he slept would keep you up now. 

Not because of how loud he was now. But because they drove you insane, oh how close he was to your ear and panting out little breaths into your shell. The way he pushed up against you even more, seemingly never wanting to leave your side and clinging to you like you’re his lifeline. Damn near putting on a show for you and he didn’t even realize. 

Or maybe he did and he was awake, who knew anymore? 

You felt him hard against you. The swell of his cock made your cunt leak and suddenly, you weren’t tired anymore. You felt his tiny grinds against your ass and a moan slipped from his mouth, you couldn’t see straight. Not when he was doing it again, for the sake of another wet dream, using you like a toy, his toy, to get off on. 

You should wake him. 

“-toru.” You whispered, pushing back against him and another groan left him along with a gentle stir from his body. You heard his breath quicken and you placed your hand on his, the one resting on your tummy. 

Gojo made a soft noise, more like a hm-, and you noticed his grip on you had gotten stronger. He pulled you almost impossibly close, burying his head into the crook of your neck with his lips pressing a kiss into the crevice. His hips picked up a little, sloppy thrusts against you now and his breath hitched in his throat. He sucked a hickey into your flesh and the hand that rested on your tummy slid down towards the top of your panties, casually playing with the lace. 

You were utterly his now, nothing but consumed by his movements and his fingers dipped below the lace and rubbed at your swollen clit. When he noticed how wet, how absolutely sopping you were for him, he tutted in your ear with a husky chuckle. “Already?” 

You nodded, your head bowing back to meet his. Gojo moved his face in front of you, leaning into you as his fingers slipped into you halfway. His bright eyes were heavy with sleep, lust flickering against the corners and you let out a soft whimper as he playfully pulled out his fingers, the tease he was. You leaned up to kiss him, your hand shooting towards his wrist, but he moved his head and hand away. “Beg for them, baby.” 

You pouted a little as he grinded harder against you, and you swore you felt his throbbing cock twitch at your pout. A whine drew out from Gojo’s throat as his head snapped up to look at the headboard, panting quietly. His mouth had dropped open and you took the opportunity to kiss at his jawline, muttering nothing but pleas into his skin. “Please... Satoru.”

What a fucking asshole he was too, solely getting off on you like this. You whined again, nipping at his skin as he lifted your leg up over against his and pressed the bulge of his cock right against the heat of your cunt. He dragged it against you, almost thigh fucking you now as he pulled himself out of his boxers. The crown of it nudged against your clothed core and you gasped lightly, your mind imploringly made up on sobbing for his cock now.

“You want it?” Gojo asked with a demanding breath. He slipped your panties off of your left leg, rubbing his length between your folds. His hand braced your leg now, holding it in the air slightly and the other tangled into your hair. He grinned down at you, his whole body flush with yours now except for his fucking dick which was teasing your clit. He was big, his body and his dick, both and you shuddered against him as you thought about what he could do to you. 

It took you forever just to sink down on him when he begged you to ride, it didn’t seem like he’d go easy on you this morning. Not when his dirty thoughts had been replenished by a wet dream of you. 

You whimpered out endless pleas and he sank into you with a loud groan. The man was loud during sex too, not just when he slept and you yearned for his loudness then. Gojo thrusted all the way into you, nearly splitting you in two, and you cried out as you felt him press against your cervix. 

“S-So tight around me, fuck…” He groaned, his hand tightening on your thigh and you arched your back off the bed, looking down at where you two were connected. You felt so full, stuffed to the brim with nothing but gojo, gojo, gojo-. He pulled your hair sharply, making you look at him with a smirk. “Eyes on me, baby.” 

You moaned in response as he rammed into you harshly, not giving you any time to adjust to his size. Your eyes nearly swam in the back of your head and he finally, finally, pulled you into a kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you couldn’t help your whimpers as he swallowed them whole. He fucked into you with vigor, your slick lubing up his cock nicely. 

“Yeah, take it all, that’s good, doing so well for me.” He snapped his hips into you, glancing down at him inside you and his breath hitched, his moans became light and airy as you clenched around him with a whine. Fuck, you loved when Gojo praised you, your walls tightening even more around him from the sound of his voice. “Squeezing me in like a champ, shit-”

He sucked at the soft flesh of your breasts, nipping lightly at your nipple as he pounded into you. You watched his eyebrows furrow in pleasure and he panted against your skin, his eyes squeezing shut and you knew he was close– you could barely register your own release nearing as you thought of his own wracking his body soon.

Your orgasm came flooding through you and you leaked all over his cock, the tension snapping within you and you couldn’t control how your hands flew to his back, scratching down it brutally. Gojo came right after you, whimpers flying out of his mouth and he bit down against your collarbone harshly, leaving a fresh mark. His cock twitched inside you as he spurted his cum in you, languidly pushing it into you further. His hips barely stilled, only stopping when he came down from his high and when you whined from the overstimulation. 

“Did I wake you up again?” Gojo asked a few moments later, the silence lingering in the air. He didn’t bother to pull out of you, his head laying on your chest now. The sun had made its way into the sky now, pouring sunlight into the room. “If I did, I’m sorry.” 

Yeah, he did wake you, but you’re glad he did. You’re glad he snores loudly in his sleep. You’re glad he tosses and turns in the smack dab middle of the bed. You’re glad he pressed himself against you, taking up all the space on the bed. You’re glad he’s selfish with his sleeping habits even if he doesn't mean it. 

And he’s glad that you even agreed to sleep next to him, in the midst of his chaotic nights.

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[b1rds3ye]

AASAABSJS I'm so glad your requests are openn!!!! I seriously love the way you write for the characters! I think your writing is so in character an ARHBAHHA 😍😍🤩🤩🥰🥰SO may i request how the 141 boys react when the see their s/o has made them in the sims? Like they see him and his s/o in their little sims family. Idk I thought it would be cute.

Love you! Don't rush and take care of yourself 💗💗💖💖💋

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME ALMOST TWO MONTHS ASDKFJASDKF MY BRAIN WAS NOT BRAINING WITH THIS PROMPT

Look, It’s Us!

How the 141 boys react to you making you, them and a potential family in the Sims (+ other little gaming shenanigans)

Characters: Captain John Price, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Genre: Pure Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k (~400 words each)

A/N: Gotta confess, I’ve never actually played the Sims before ACK-

Captain John Price

It’s not often, but Price will occasionally play the Sims when he truly has nothing else to do. He’s not particularly creative with it though, just lets the game randomly generate a character and then lives their life with the quirks they have. Still, good fun!

John figured you’d play the opposite to him, testing the limits of the game and torturing your Sims with that simultaneously wonderful and terrifying mind of yours - beyond the army John doesn’t have the creativity to turn Sims into experiments that violate human rights. So imagine his pleasant surprise when he notices you playing relaxedly with a whole family that looked like you and him, taking the greatest care in making sure everything goes well

“Having fun there, love?” he smiles, looking over your shoulder. When you zoom in on the little Price you made in the Sims and then comment how it’s not nearly as handsome as the real thing, he swears you’re single-handedly warming up this jaded heart of his

He could watch you all day as you tinker on the game, but he naturally acts as your anchor. He doesn’t care if this is just a Sims version of you, you are not hijacking that spaceship and blasting off to god knows where! Ultimately he can’t stop you but the conversations that have come out of your antics are very entertaining

John nods along as you animatedly talk about the little virtual family you made. Whether it’s the family itself or your choices in customising the home, he’s listening and he’s remembering. He might not have infinite money like when you’re playing with cheats but it’s in his nature to give you his all, and he won’t stop giving until he’s made an imitation of your dream on the screen

Simon “Ghost” Riley

He hasn’t touched the game, he’s not particularly interested but he’ll definitely be around you when you play. Simon will be doing his own thing, but upon hearing the signature background music of the Sims you’ll see the slightest bop of his head

It was one day, he walked past you, his eyes flickering on the screen while you zoomed up on a character with features suspiciously like his. He watches silently as you zoom out, and there’s a character that looks like you as well and- is that a kid?

“Looks nothin’ like us,” he says simply at the family. “Not my fault you don’t have an imagination,” you stick out your tongue. “I’ll install some mods for more customisation.” He was just cracking a joke but it’s endearing how seriously you take your virtual counterparts

Simon doesn’t just observe the family, he also observes the rest of what you’ve customised. Is that your dream house? Ah, it seems you like that style of furniture. Simon will keep that in mind the next time you have to go shopping, or will find small gifts for you with the same general aesthetic

Has the uncanny ability to speak simlish - or at least replicate the sounds. It sounds straight from the game, you have no idea how he picked it up or why. If you ask he says it’s because “you’re bloody addicted to playin’ that thing”. All you know is that if one of the Sims shouts out something Simon will actually grumble out a response under his breath

Your Sims family has become a little mental vision board for Simon. To keep fighting to return home, to slowly but surely clean up the mess that is his broken mind until he can guarantee a future with you that is equally as tranquil and colourful as the little pixels on your screen

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Johnny loves his action and exhilarating games, shooters, horror, you name it. As such, he doesn’t play Sims much but if he does, he’s treating his randomly generated sims as human lab rats

Roasts your character customisation to hell and back. Johnny’s gripping onto you, shaking you back and forth, dramatically whining about how his eyes aren’t that specific shade of blue, his mohawk isn’t that big and you’ve got his nose all wrong- what are you doing?!

He’ll complain but if you actually give him controls he’ll customise his own character to look noticeably worse. Just don’t ever give him access to this game because he’ll also make your character look nothing like you

That being said, Johnny gets really into the little family you’ve made. He’s actively discussing with you the furnishings that should be used in the house, if your virtual child should be a ghost hunter or a fortune teller, and if you need a bathroom break he’s ensuring no one sets the virtual house on fire

You better not tell Johnny that you’ve added pets into the virtual family because Johnny is already out the door to the nearest animal shelter. If there are things that these stupid little Sims have that is easy to get or Johnny already wanted, he will get

At the odd moment, you’ll catch Johnny getting quite sentimental over the game. Working in the army is chaotic, never mind his actual role as demolitions expert, it’s hard for him to ever imagine a day where he settles down. But watching you fret over whether this virtual couch should be placed on the left or right side of the living room has him looking forward to that day (by the way you should put the couch towards the back)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle has honestly tried every game under the sun if it’s casual and entertaining enough, from PVP shooters to laid-back simulators. If you’re not playing Sims, then he will be. But if you’ve beaten him to the punch he doesn’t make you stop, only sitting back and watching you keenly, commentating and giving you suggestions

He’s actually been part of the creative process since Day 1, when you made Sims versions of you and him, he tried to find the character customisation features that best resembles yours, but could only lament that he couldn’t make your Sim look as good looking as you

He loves starting off the game where your respective Sims are strangers, going through all the motions of wooing you all over again, proving to you that no matter the context Kyle will win your heart. You may have to comfort him with cuddles if your Sim version rejects his Sim’s advances though

Once your Sims are together, this little flirt will tell you that your Sims need more kids knowing full well what that implies

Kyle likes provoking you a little, discreetly suggesting using the ugliest pieces of furniture available in making your house. When you bite back that you’re going to make sure this house looks perfect, he’ll eventually relent after begging with his signature puppy-dog eyes

He’s memorised some of the Sim’s spoken dialogue, particularly the romance lines spoken in that exaggerated flirty tone. He’ll say it to you out of the blue sometimes, causing you to burst out into giggles

The game is all fun and, well, games, but it doesn’t stop Kyle from looking forward to the future. You might not have access to the grim reaper, you may never be able to build a pool surrounded with toilets in real life, but he’s excited to create his own little home and family with you, whatever it may look like

Call of Duty Masterlist

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x you #task force 141 x reader #captain price x reader #john price x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #/*avery actually writes*/ #/*avery checks the mailbox*/ #anon mail ❤️

[jinhyun]

↬part one.

"these days, i haven't been sleepin'

stayin' up playin' back myself leavin'"

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: written series, angst, fluff, friends to lovers to exes to lovers, she fell first but he fell harder, yearning, mutual pining, non-idol au, baker!y/n, movie producer!hyunjin.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: y/n has self-sabotaging tendencies, cursing, mentions of alcohol, eventual smut, mature content, MINORS DNI!!!

tag list: open. send me an ASK to be a part of it, otherwise i might miss it. i will only be adding people who are willing to reblog the chapters and/or comment on them, because it does take time out of my day to tag everyone and likes or straight up cricket noises do nothing for me in return if i'm honest.

a/n: so, here's the first part!! idk how long the rest will be but i feel like 4k is okay for now :'). some things were just lightly acknowledged in this part but don't worry, everything will be explained better later on. i hope you guys enjoy!

feedback is very dearly appreciated<3

"You look terrible".

You jolted at Seungmin's remark, feeling your heart race after he had crept up behind you while you focused on neatly placing the freshly made cupcakes in the showcase.

Without saying a word to him as you tried to calm down from the sudden scare, your eyes focused on the large Caramel Macchiato he had placed by you on the counter, smiling softly at his silent show of affection.

"A 'hello' would've been appreciated too, you know?" you hummed, straightening up and leaving the half-emptied tray on the counter before your eyes met your friend's unamused ones.

"I see you every day. Thought we were past hello's by now" he shrugged.

"Are we?" you scrunched up your nose.

"I mean, we should be because it's tiresome to—Just drink your damn coffee".

A throaty laugh escaped your mouth at his sudden exasperation, not waiting another second to follow his order and take a long sip of the beverage he had prepared for you, feeling your muscles relax as soon as the sweetness of it reached your tastebuds.

"Is it good?" he asked.

You rolled your eyes. "You already know the answer to that, you cocky bastard".

"Doesn't hurt to hear it every once in a while" he smirked proudly.

"What did I even do to deserve a coffee made by the Kim Seungmin anyway?"

"Oh, don't act like you don't ask me to make you at least three of these every day".

"Ask is the keyword" you pointed out, taking another sip of it.

He sighed, finally dropping the playful mood and leaning against the wall. "You seemed out of it…"

"Aww, were you worried about me?" you brought a hand to your chest.

"Shut up," he mumbled. "You didn't even hear me come in. I was literally right next to you making your coffee and you wouldn't notice. And your face is…"

"Do I look that bad?" you wondered.

Seungmin shook his head no, yet the concern on his face was clear. "Just tired as hell. Did you get any sleep?"

"Not really," you sighed, leaving the cup on the counter and running your hands over your face. "I'd say I got like three hours of sleep at most".

"Something happened?" he tilted his head.

You lowered your head, and that was all it took for him to read you like an open book.

"Did you get the invitation?"

You felt the air being punched out of your lungs at Seungmin's question. You had hoped that particular question wouldn't be asked at all that day. You had hoped the topic as a whole wouldn't be brought up. But it was Seungmin, you should've expected him to be up-front about it.

You sighed, nervously wiping your hands against your apron before turning around to head towards the cash register — with absolutely no other purpose than to avoid this conversation.

"Did you?" he pushed it, following hot on your heels. "Y/N, come on".

You said nothing.

The answer was so obvious, you wondered why he wanted you to confirm it to him so bad.

Had it been facing upwards all along, you wouldn't have felt your heart being stabbed by a thousand knives.

Of course you had gotten the invitation. It had been lying on the floor of your apartment all day, patiently waiting by the door for you to arrive.

It had been the first thing that caught your eye as soon as you entered your place, and you cursed at whoever decided to slide it downwards under the door. Had it been facing up, you wouldn't have felt your pressure drop the moment your eyes fell on it. You wouldn't have felt your knees go weak and tremble as you reached down to pick it up, and you wouldn't have felt your face heat up at the same time that tears welled up in your eyes.

Because, for the five seconds that it took for you to kneel down and pick the delicate creme envelope up, and for the ten others that it took for you to gain enough strength to flip it over in your shaking hands, you believed the names on the invitation would be the same two that were the cause of your heartbreak.

Hyunjin and Minji, you said under your breath — cursing once again, over how even their names sounded perfect next to one another.

Please, don't be Hyunjin and Minji.

Please.

As soon as you flipped it over, you felt pathetic. How scarred did you have to be for your first thought to a wedding invite being that Hyunjin and his best friend were getting married?

It had been nearly eight months now since you broke up with him, you would've thought your body wouldn't get such a reaction out of a simple envelope on your floor. And the rational part in you wanted to believe he wouldn’t be marrying someone else when it hadn’t even been a year yet. You knew you wouldn’t; not when you were nowhere near halfway there when it came to getting over him and moving on.

Pathetic, that's how you felt.

Wanting to forget about it all, you threw the invitation on your key table before taking your shoes off and heading to bed. Thankfully, this time it laid facing upwards and wouldn't bring you any more heartbreak, since it now displayed the names of the lovely couple who was about to get married and would like you to join them on such a special day.

Felix and Hyejin.

"Mhm…" you hummed in response after what felt like an eternity.

That was as much of an answer as Seungmin would get from you.

"Are you going?" he inquired.

You shrugged. "Don't know".

"What do you mean you don't know?!" he scoffed. "Y/N, it's Felix and Hyejin we're talking about. We've been friends since the beginning of college. Fuck, we’ve been friends with Hyejin since high school!"

"So?" you helplessly tried to fight back, knowing well enough you were at disadvantage here.

"So?!" Seungmin grew frustrated. "I get that you and Hyunjin broke up and I've been very understanding when it comes to not pushing you into hanging out with our group anymore, but it's our friends' wedding we're talking about this time".

You sighed, leaning against the counter in search of some kind of support. "I know…"

"You can't avoid us forever".

"I haven't avoided you" you pouted.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure the only reason you didn't push me away like the rest was because we're literally linked by a contract and have to see each other at our coffee shop on the daily".

"Come on now, don't be like that" your voice weakened, reaching for his hand and holding it in between both of yours. "I can't even remember what my life was like before we became friends, I wouldn't have pushed you away out of everyone".

Seungmin's semblance softened — both at your words and at the miserable look in your eyes. In the end, he was all you had, and although honored, he couldn't help but feel his chest hurt over how you had ended up here.

Not even a year ago, you used to have a team of ten people rooting for you. You used to have a perfect support system, and you used to be a part of it for your friends, too. Now, you had managed to close yourself off and push everyone away. You had cleared the way for Hyunjin and Minji to take over, not wanting to make things awkward after everything that went down. After all, you were the one who ended things, it was only fair for you to be the one to take a step back.

Now, it was only him to you. Y/N and Seungmin, just like it had been up until high school.

With a small smile, he squeezed your hand tenderly. "I really think you should go…"

You bit your lip, looking down to your black shoes, which suddenly seemed like the most interesting view in the world.

Truth be told, you wanted to go. For Hyejin and Felix, you wanted to attend. Being there with them on the most important day of their lives would be a dream come true. But you just weren't ready to face their guests — two of them in particular.

"Will you at least think about it?" he pushed it once more when he realised you might not speak up again. "Before sending your confirmation back by the end of the week".

"Will he…" your voice came out of your mouth before you could stop it, still not being able to look up. "Are they…" you sighed, feeling like you might break down from the thought of it alone. "Are they going together?"

It wasn't necessary for you to say their names, for Seungmin knew well enough who 'they' were.

"You made me promise not to ever tell you about them, no matter how hard you begged".

"That was before knowing I'd might have to face them again".

Seungmin smiled reassuringly. "I don't know, if I'm honest".

The glare you gave him was enough to have him step back and hold both hands up as a sign of peace.

"Cross my heart!" he promised. "Lix and Hye had talked about getting married here and there but the invitation took us all by surprise, you would've known if you hadn't left our group chat".

You smiled melancholically. You used to love that group chat, it had been one of your main sources of sanity all throughout college, and later on the source of many callouts from your friends when Hyunjin and you started dating and inevitably became that couple.

You missed it. You missed your friend group, all of them, even Minji, as sad as it was. But being in the same group as her and Hyunjin was something you were not strong enough to make it through, so you left.

"I'm not sure I should go then…" you confessed. "Imagine if they went there together. I would break down right there, Min".

"Aww, no, come here" he pulled you into a hug, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your face into his chest. "I doubt they'll go together, but if they do you can leave. I just want you to show up for Felix and Hyejin, even if you literally only go there to congratulate them and then dip".

A muffled chuckle was heard against his chest. "That would be a bit rude, don't you think?"

"Then stay" he pulled you back by your shoulders, locking his eyes with yours. "You don't even have to look their way. We can go together, I'll make sure to block his view whenever he's within your visual range".

"You'd do that for me?" you pouted.

"Of course, I'll be like your personal bodyguard".

"You should probably gain a bit more muscle for that" you teased, poking his bicep.

"Shut up" he offendedly let go of you.

"You don't have to sacrifice your plus one for me, though" you let him know. "You can take whoever you want with you, I'll be fine".

"Well, it's not like I've got a lot of people lined up to date me, do I?" his snarky remark earned a laugh from you. "Plus, we'd kill three birds with one shot".

"Isn't it supposed to be two?" you tilted your head.

He shook his head. "Three".

You motioned for him to go on with his point.

"The both of us would get a date and wouldn't be put in one of those lame tables for single people so we can mingle" he cringed, and you giggled. "I'd be able to keep you from interacting with Hyunjin and Minji all day long. And, we could make Hwang a lil jealous while at it. I know he was lowkey always jealous of me being close to you".

You snorted, finding his third point absolutely ridiculous. "Oh, come on. What was there to be jealous of?"

"Should I be offended?"

"You're an idiot," you laughed. "But I will take you up on your offer".

"So you're going?!" he cheered up.

"No, I mean… I still have to think of it, but if I do, we should go together".

"Okay then, I guess I'll be waiting" he sighed, quite over dramatically at that. "Please let me know when you make up your mind, so I know whether to check the plus one option or not".

"Will do" you smiled, going back to the long-forgotten cupcakes on the counter in order to keep placing them in the showcase. "Now go see if everything's in order so we can open for the day".

"Yes, boss".

You rolled your eyes. "For the millionth time, I'm not your boss. We're literally associates".

"Yeah, and we're both the bosses here" he reminded you, stealing a salted caramel cupcake from the tray. "Would really appreciate it if you called me boss around our workers from time to time".

"Just go, big boss" you humored him.

Seeing him give you the middle finger while he stuffed his mouth and walked away, you knew the day would go by smoothly.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡

When you arrived home later that night, you were confident to check your assistance on the invitation. Seungmin's pep talk that morning had really done the trick, and the fact that it had been a very busy day at the coffee shop hadn't left that much space for overthinking throughout the day.

So, when you walked into your apartment that evening, you confidently grabbed the envelope you had thrown to the table by the entrance the day before and made your way to the desk inside your bedroom.

Taking a seat by it, you allowed yourself to pay attention to the details on the envelope for the first time. Violet had always been Hyejin's favourite colour, and you couldn't help but smile when you saw the few touches of it on the creme paper. Their names were delicately written in cursive with a black pen right in the middle, and it looked so perfect that it actually had you wondering whether it had been written by hand or in a computer.

Just like Hyunjin and Minji, Felix and Hyejin were, too, names that you considered to look perfect together. You wanted to believe Hyunjin and Minji weren't actually meant to be, though — unlike Lix and Hye, who were so fucking perfect for each other, that it only took you one minute with them the day you all met to realise they were meant to be.

Trying to erase the melancholic smile from off your face, you grabbed a black pen and opened the envelope for once and for all.

The words on the paper that informed the details of when and where the event was taking place went right through your head as you searched for the small square you would have to check in order to attend.

You were going.

Yes, you were going.

That's what you repeated to yourself like a mantra while your mind fought with your body, as the still hand holding the pen wouldn't come down to check the goddamn 'I'm attending' box.

You were going.

You had told yourself you were going.

But, after staring blankly at the paper on your desk for five minutes without being able to move, you came down to the conclusion that you couldn't bring yourself to write down on it.

Not when you were reminded of who you might bump into if you ended up attending.

No matter how hard Seungmin tried to block your view, no matter how hard you tried not to look around for him and have tunnel vision for the groom and bride standing on the aisle only, you knew you would somehow end up caving in.

Because no matter how hard you fought it, your eyes would always look for him in a room full of people. And you knew that if you looked and he was with her, your heart would break all over again and you would not be able to control the tears that would come rolling down your face in an instant.

Even if they were not a couple, even if they did not attend as each other's plus one, you knew you would break down at the most minimal of their interactions — because Hyunjin was no longer yours, and he had been hers first.

Granted, they had never been physically involved —as far as you knew and as far as you wanted with everything in you to believe—, and you had always been too scared to ask Minji if she ever had feelings for him, but Hyunjin did have feelings for her. To make matters worse, he used to have them up until right before you and him got romantically involved.

"She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on" Hyunjin said one night.

You had all been drinking at Minho's on a Friday night, just for the sake of having a good time as the best friends you were — all eleven of you.

Hyunjin was on his third drink already and could feel his eyes becoming heavy, but even then, his eyes would light up at the sight of Minji. Your heart tightened at the realisation, having to remind yourself that it was just a crush and you needed to let go of it before you ended up hurt.

You were well aware of it, but it was hard to let it go when you were sitting down next to him on the couch and his knee was ever-so-naturally touching yours. It was hard to let go of it when the two of you got along so well and would spend hours just sitting beside each other talking about anything and everything at the same time.

And it was hard not to feel your chest hurt every single time he would steal a glance towards Minji, who kept laughing at anything that Han said as they talked by the kitchen's entrance.

It hurt, because he looked at her like she held the stars in the sky, and you wished he would look at you the same.

You wished he would look at you like that. Period.

Not her. Only you.

But he did not. You could tell the difference in his chocolate eyes when they focused on you and when they focused on her, and it hurt the same every single time.

"Why don't you tell her?" you asked regardless, trying your best to push your feelings away.

Hyunjin looked at you as if the most stupid of ideas had just come out of your mouth — and, in a way, it had. "We've been friends since we were twelve, there's no way".

"She's gonna find out eventually if you keep saying those things out loud when she's in the same room" you shrugged, bringing your cup to your mouth, quietly sipping down on your beer.

"What? Did I say something? What did I say?" he silently freaked out.

A bitter smile curved up your mouth, which was thankfully covered by the cup still pressed to your lips.

Hwang Hyunjin was so in love with his best friend that he didn't even realise when he called her the most beautiful woman his eyes had ever seen.

You wished he could ever feel that way about you, but you knew he wouldn't. Between Minji and you, you knew his heart would always choose her. And it was okay. After all, you only had a crush on him. You could make it go away any time.

Oh, how wrong you were. And how you wished it was just a crush.

How you wished you had actually put some effort into making it go away when you had the chance, instead of only letting it grow bigger and stronger by the day.

But not falling for Hyunjin was one of the hardest things you had fought against, and you failed oh-so-miserably at it.

It was his way with words and how he made you feel like the most special person in the world before the two of you were even a thing. It was the way he made you feel like no one else but the both of you existed. The way he would stare and not even try to play it off. The way he would out of nowhere say the sweetest of things to you and expect you not to become a blabbering mess in front of him.

How he would Facetime you at any time of the day just to check up on you and tell you about the plot he had randomly came up with while doing the most mundane of chores; and how he'd show up at your place with your favourite drinks and food, only for the latter to inevitably go cold, as he always seemed to arrive in the middle of your baking sessions, which resulted in him becoming your personal assistant whose commissions would be paid in all the pastries his stomach could handle.

Everything was too perfect for you not to fall head over heels for him.

The darkside of it all was that you only got to experience all that when Minji went abroad for one semester.

He didn't have her anymore, and suddenly he noticed you.

It was as if a switch had been turned off and just like that all the attention he paid to her was now focused on you. It almost felt like he was looking for a replacement in the meantime, and you were too over the moon to realise. Until she came back, and everything you had built together came crashing down.

And maybe it was your fault for letting your insecurities win over the love he claimed to feel for you, but it was hard —if not impossible— for you not to feel like you had just been there to temporarily fill a void.

As soon as she came back, you felt threatened. The second his eyes laid on her and they hugged like they were each other's oxygen after being at the verge of drowning, you knew your days together were counted.

You should've stopped it all back when it was just a crush, when she still hadn't left and you didn't have the chance to have Hwang Hyunjin's attention on you in all its splendor yet.

Maybe then the two of you wouldn't have ended up getting together when she was away. Maybe then you wouldn't have gotten so goddamn insecure when she came back and they inevitably became attached to the hip all over again, like they always were.

Maybe then you wouldn't have gone through the hardest of breakups and the most painful of heartbreaks.

No matter how convinced you were that leaving him was the best you could've done to keep your sanity, you couldn't help but feel like it was not the best choice for your heart.

Ever since you walked away that December night, it felt like something was missing, like you were in a constant state of waiting for something to arrive at your doorstep but it never would.

It was almost comical, how no matter what decision you made, whether you stayed with him or not, your heart would break regardless. If you stayed, your heart would keep hurting every single time you saw him and Minji together. If you left, your heart would hurt over the loss of him.

In the end, you just had to choose the lesser evil. And fuck, letting go of him hurt so damn much you wondered if it was the lesser evil at all.

You wished you could erase that night from your memory. The words you said to push him away and the ones he said to keep you close, the sound of his voice breaking with each sentence leaving his mouth, his gloomy, red eyes looking at you like you had just ripped his heart apart, the endless tears staining those rosy cheeks of his you had just been covering with kisses one day ago.

Everything about it, about how you walked away, you wished you could forget.

It was all on you. You hurt him, and would never forgive yourself for it, no matter how much you convinced yourself it had been the best choice for you.

He had fought for you until the end, and you did not look back from your decision once.

You had lost sleep for weeks after that, and then last night you could not bat an eye as you went through all the possibilities that would come with you attending the wedding. Over and over, you wondered whether you would be able to handle seeing him again after all this time.

Overwhelmed by all the memories and what if's that had been unleashed inside your head by simply staring at that one piece of paper, you took a deep breath and put the pen down.

Although Seungmin’s pep talk had worked wonders to help you get through with the day, and although it had managed to convince you for most of it, you realised it was not a decision you could make that easily. Not that day, at least.

With a heavy heart, you stood up from your desk and decided to make yourself some tea in hopes to ease your mind — leaving the invitation laying there in the darkness of your room, once again left to be forgotten.

You still had the rest of the week to think this through.

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[thelastspeecher]

Once again idk what title to use but here's another Pollution Powers AU thing! Enjoy some quality Angie and Ford friendship time!

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                 Ford followed the sound of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata to the third-floor common room, where the fine grand piano was kept.  There was an additional grand piano at the school, but that one was located in the music room, which was locked up outside of class hours.

                 Interesting, isn’t it, how they claim the students are so trustworthy that the bedrooms don’t need keys, but the second the music room with all its valuable instruments doesn’t have an adult in it, it’s locked up like Fort Knox.  Ford reached the third floor.  Like on the second floor, the landing opened into the large common room.  Ford’s eyes widened.  The person sitting at the piano was a short girl with a blonde ponytail.  I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised she can play the piano.  Fiddleford often plays the accompaniment during music class.  Fiddleford’s younger sister, Angie, seemed lost in the melody.  Her eyes were glued to the sheet music in front of her, her hands following muscle memory to the correct keys.  There was a sour note.  Angie abruptly stopped playing.

                 “Damn,” she hissed.  Ford’s jaw dropped.  Not at the incorrect note, but at what had caused it.  When she reached her fingers out, they stretched past the keys she intended.  Beyond what should be possible for her to reach.  Angie lifted her hands, frowning at her roughly eight-inch-long fingers.  She shook her hands like she was trying to get rid of a cramp.  Her fingers retracted back to their normal length.  She clenched her hands into fists experimentally a few times and sighed.  “I know yer there.  Don’t just stand ‘round gapin’ like a carp at me.”

                 “How did you know I was here?”

                 “I saw ya out of the corner of my eye when my fingers…”  Angie cleared her throat.  “Well.  You saw.”

                 “Yes.  I did.”  Ford walked over to Angie.  “That’s your contamination?”

                 “Yes.”  Angie rested her hands in her lap.  She avoided eye contact with Ford.  “I stretch.  I can also get bigger ‘n smaller, but that ain’t what my coach is focused on.”  Ford nodded.  Each student at the school was assigned a “coach”, an adult who would guide them through how to manage their abilities.  Despite the fact none of the coaches themselves had abilities, their scientific backgrounds, typically in physiology, resulted in very effective lessons.  “That’s actually why I’m playin’.  My coach wants me to practice a musical instrument to work on my control, since ya have to stretch yer fingers to play the instruments I know.”  Angie sighed.  “But I left m’ fiddle back in Arkansas, so until she arrives here, I’m stuck with the piano.”  She glared at the aforementioned instrument.  “Not like it’s doin’ me any good.  Stretchin’ ‘n whatnot only seem to happen on accident.”  Voices carried from the staircase.  Ford and Angie looked over.  Stan and Jimmy walked up from the second floor.  Jimmy smirked at Angie.

                 “Hey, normie,” he sneered.  Stan snickered softly.  The two continued up to the fourth floor.  Ford turned back to Angie.

                 “That was remarkably mild for them,” he said.  Angie looked away.

                 “There weren’t a big enough audience fer ‘em to make a whole to-do,” she mumbled.  “After all, why put on a show if there ain’t no one to watch it?”

                 “Speaking of putting on a show, why haven’t you used your ability, say, in class or in the cafeteria during lunch?” Ford asked.  “If nothing else, it might help take some heat off you.”  Angie whipped her head around to glare at him.

                 “Weren’t ya listenin’?  I can’t do any of it on command!” she snapped.  “That’s why I’m here!”  Ford took a slight step back, surprised by the venom in Angie’s voice and the fire in her mismatched eyes.  While her eyes were far from the oddest at the school – some students’ whites of their eyes were no longer white – Ford had found Angie’s the most unnerving.  One iris was, according to Fiddleford, her original eye color: a soft, gentle blue.  The other looked like a silver mirror, metallic and reflective.  Adding to Ford’s general unease over her eyes was that they were inconsistent – which eye was blue and which was silver varied from day to day.  That day, her left eye was blue, though the look in it was just as steely as in her silver eye.

                 Now I understand why Fiddleford calls her a “firecracker”.  Angie had been demure and soft-spoken since her arrival at the school, contrasting with the playful nickname her brother used for her.  Angie let out an impatient humph. 

                 “Even if I could show off to everyone, it wouldn’t work,” she said bitterly.  “If I make it so’s they can’t mess with me fer one thing, they’ll just find another.”  She waved her hand at Ford vaguely.  “You should understand that, Stanford.”  Ford bristled.

                 “What is that supposed to mean?”

                 “Oh, please.  I can tell you’ve always been an odd one,” Angie said.  “Fidds says you were born with yer polydactyly.  I’d imagine that weren’t somethin’ folks would’ve ignored.”  Angie sighed.  “Most people are good at heart.  But the folks what aren’t are a lot louder.”

                 “You…”  Ford adjusted his glasses.  “You are quite perceptive, Angie.”  Angie managed a small smile.

                 “It all comes down to connectin’ data points.  I’m smarter ‘n I look.”  Her smile broadened.  “Ain’t ya wondered who knocked ya down from the top spot in class?”

                 “That was you?!”

                 “Yup.  It’s nice to do well in school fer once.”  Angie scowled at the sheet music she had been reading.  “I never been good at school ‘fore.”

                 “Why?”

                 “Beats me.  But I guess there’s somethin’ ‘bout the way the teachers here work with me.”

                 “Stan is also doing better in class here than he did back home.”  Ford leaned against the piano.  “Perhaps some people need additional assistance to reach their full potential in schoolwork.”  Angie nodded silently.  She idly shuffled through a pile of sheet music sitting on the bench next to her.

                 “By the by, yer brother…”  She sighed.  “Yer a nice enough feller, so how come yer twin’s…”  She trailed off.

                 “An asshole?” Ford suggested.  Angie winced but nodded.  “Stan’s power manifested months before mine did.  The time we spent apart was enough for him to fall in with a bad crowd.”  Ford furrowed his brow.  “He’s always been rather uncouth and rude, but never a bully.  In fact, he protected me from bullies back home.”

                 “You must’ve been a good influence on him.”

                 “Or Jimmy was just a bad influence.”

                 “Both could be true.”  Angie shook her head as she pulled out a new piece from her stack of sheet music and placed it on the piano.  “I’ve got a twin brother m’self, y’know.  I’d hate fer him to become someone I don’t recognize just ‘cause we’re separated.”

                 “You have a twin?”

                 “Yessir.”

                 “And he’s uncontaminated?” Ford asked.  Angie nodded.  Ford frowned.  “That’s odd.”

                 “Well, we’re fraternal twins.”

                 “Was he not with you when you were exposed?”

                 “Ah.”  Angie smiled sheepishly.  “That’s the rub right there.  I never had an exposure.”  Ford’s jaw dropped.

                 “You- you inherited your contamination?” he asked, astounded.  Blushing, Angie nodded.  “That’s- I think you might be the only student here without an exposure!”

                 “That explains why the folks runnin’ this place were so excited ‘bout me showin’ up,” Angie mumbled.  She shrugged.  “My great-grandfather got stretchin’ ‘n size changin’ from exposure to an herbicide what got taken off the market months later due to toxicity concerns.”

                 “Fascinating,” Ford breathed.  Angie shrugged again.  She placed her hands on the piano’s keys, then hesitated.

                 “Say…”  She looked at Ford with a twinkle in her eye.  It was the same look Fiddleford got when he roped Ford into helping him build dangerous robots.  “Want me to teach ya?”

                 “Uh, teach me what?”

                 “Piano!”  Angie played a rapid multi-octave scale to demonstrate.

                 “Um…”  Ford held up his six-fingered hands.  “Traditional piano instruction might be difficult.”

                 “I could figure somethin’ out.  I like a good challenge and I been playin’ since I was four.”

                 “Still, I think I’d rather listen than play.”

                 “Fine,” Angie said, rolling her eyes.  She dropped her stack of sheet music onto the floor and patted the now empty part of the bench next to her.  “But if yer goin’ to listen, yer on the hook fer turnin’ the pages so’s there ain’t a break in the flow.”  Ford chuckled.  He joined her on the bench.

                 “You drive a hard bargain, but I’ll do as you ask.”

                 “Good.”  Angie’s hands hovered above the keys.  “And, uh, try not to get freaked out if m’ fingers do the thing.”

                 “Don’t worry, I have plenty of experience with abnormal fingers.”

#I've been having a lot of fun with this AU can you tell lol #Stanford Pines #Angie McGucket #Pollution Powers AU #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

[pixxxieland]

EDDIE MUNSON| Neighbours (final) pt.3

authors note: this took me so long. smut is so hard to write. btw this is unedited and idk if i liked the ending. anyways enjoy. probably will write some one shots idk

warning: smut, drugs, language 18+ plz

EDDIE POV

As soon as the door closes i can’t help but throw a couple celebratory kicks and punches in the air. The air feels thick, it smells of her menthol cigarettes, weed, and her perfume. Smells like heaven, my hand goes up behind my back to pull my white hellfire shirt over my head. “ Fuck, one kiss can’t hurt.” not bothering to put the shirt back on i run to my door opening it quickly to be surprised with y/n also ripping her door open. I can’t help but stare at her in awe, she is absolutely perfect… her white sock scrunched around her ankles she has a couple thin beaded anklets wrapped around her right ankle, her shirt is way too big for her it seems like it’s going to swallow her whole. She steps closer towards me, i do the same i would do anything to be closer to her again, “ hi.” her quiet little voice is music.

“ can’t sleep?” i say cooly, not wanting her to know how much of fuckin goon i am. Her feet shuffled a little bit closer to me, those green eyes glazed and bloodshot squinting a little bit under the guise of a nervous smile. I take my time analyzing every inch of her beautiful face, taking notice of all the tiny things that catch my attention, the little tendrils of brown curls that hang by her face that she sweeps behind her ears so often, the freckles sprinkled on her button nose. Among my favourite things, the little gold hoop in her septum and nostril piercing, the tattoos that cover most of her skin. But her smile… god that is perfect, it shows her perfect little fangs.

Looking down at her white cotton socked feet smiling, she sweeps her arm up and tucks a curl behind her ear. “ no, i don’t think so… not without a kiss.” Y/n’s eyes brimming with lust as well as hesitation, so she had the same idea… i wanted to take things slow- to not scare her off but it seems as though she is a infatuated as i. Not to say i haven’t like girls before, or that i haven’t been with any- but it’s her, i can’t stay away. The week after or first meeting i blared music at all hours, early morning, late at night just to get her attention in hopes that she would come tell me to ‘shut the fuck up’ but she didn’t. I really could bare rejection from her in any form.

“ A good nights kiss it is then.” and with that our mouths collide in a frenzy of kisses, teeth clashing, tongues dancing, her spit-sweet as candy. She takes my bottom lip between her teeth and gives it a tug drawing a spot of blood, “ ouch.” i say pulling away from the kiss to touch my finger to my bloodied lip. Her hands slip around my face to pull me closer, her tongue slips out of her mouth and swipes across my own licking up the blood.

fuck

“ i’ll be having sweet dreams tonight, Munson.” her hands drop to her sides, mine slide down to find her hips and give a small squeeze. I can’t help but swoop down to cradle her face and plant a kiss on her forehead.

“ can i see you in the morning?” she says before turning to walk back into her apartment, i give her a nod before retreating to mine. “ obnoxious satan worshipping music starts playin at 7, right?” she poorly winks at me. Her small body leaning again the door frame,

“ i could have kissed you a lot sooner if you hated my music that much. I think you like it, you didn’t come to complain.” my hand pushes through my hair and i shrug. y/n rolls her eyes and closes her door, “ whatever Munson.” could be heard faintly through her door.

the next morning

Y/N POV

You had tossed and turned all night thinking about Eddie, the kiss you shared, the chemistry between you two. It’s electric, you hadn’t been around a group of people and Eddie but you’re pretty sure that you would still be drawn to him… Since Eddie normally plays his music obnoxiously loud in the morning, you decide it’s your turn, your feet bare feet hit the cold floor and scurry over to your sound system, Robin had made you a mixtape of all the music you guys listen to well you’re together.

Don’t you- Simple Minds the popular song from the movie Breakfast club is the first song, in anticipation you unlock your front door hoping that Eddie will respond to your loud music. Retreating to the kitchen the idea of making Eddie breakfast rolls around in your mind, you could keep it simple and make him some pancakes, although you don’t have maple syrup… “ i wonder how he’d feel about strawberries and whipped cream?” you say aloud while grabbing ingredients from the fridge, a couple days ago you had gone to the farmers market and purchased too many strawberries, at least they’re getting used and not thrown away after going bad in a few days.

You’re standing again the counter with almost all of you kitchen utensils out on any flat surface in the kitchen, with knife in hand slicing up the berries on a wooden cutting board swaying and singing with the song, you pop the red fruit in your mouth feeling the juices burst on your tongue. The music had been turned up so loud that you couldn’t hear Eddie sneak in the front door and slink up behind you. His ringed hands slip around your waist and wraps his body around yours finding a comfy spot in the crook of your neck, before heading to bed last night you had decided to tame your messy curls into two little space buns on top of your head, you weren’t sure if they would hold over night but it was a way to get the unruly shit out of your face. You were pretty surprised to see that they did i fact make it through your night of tossing an turning.

“ mm- i like these little buns. Y’look like princess leia.” Eddie mumbles against your extended neck. He places hot little kisses all over your throat and shoulder. You snort ready to correct him, “ Princess Leia had braided buns that sat at ear level, my buns are at the top of my head, i am an alien- and these” you put down the knife and point to the two buns, “are my space buns.”

“ fine, fine, space buns- whatever my little martian. you look cute.” Eddie let go of your waist and moves toward the counter beside you, he leans against it still shirtless and in a pair of back jeans. Did he sleep in jeans? your eyes can’t seem to look away from his naked torso, he’s quite pale, there is a few black outlined tattoos across his arms and rib cage, one on his chest. your eyes trail up his body and to his face. His lip is a little fat and there is still some dried blood on the corner of his mouth, right where you left it.

“ did you sleep in your jeans?” your eyes settling on his bare abdomen, the little trail of hair leading down beneath his jeans. He isn’t overly muscly but he is toned he has light abs that are highlighted when he moves or stretches. Honestly you’re still in awe that he even wanted to be around you- let alone kiss you.

“ No, i slept naked…” a smirk plays against his lips and his eyebrows raise in a playful way challenging you, “ i just didn’t think the whole apartment building needed to see me naked coming over to your place first this in the morning.” Eddie takes a step toward you, leans down and places a kiss on top of your head. There they are, the swarm of butterflies are back, they circle your stomach leaving a warm pit there.

“ o-oh, yeah i guess people don’t need to see that- huh.” he makes you nervous, the words can’t seem to come out confidently. He continues to watch you as you make breakfast, handing you utensils every once in awhile but mostly just disrupting the process with kisses and being in the way.

“ do you like to cook?” he inquires while sitting on the stool in your kitchen in front of the window with a cup of coffee and a cigarette resting between his fingers. Eddie looks so good like this, it feels like he belongs here in your home shirtless waiting for you to tell him breakfast is ready. you’re not much for ‘domestic bliss’ but something just feels right with Eddie, he feels like home.

“ yeah actually, i find it pretty calming. i prefer baking- you just follow a recipe and everything is perfect and it turns out right. i wish everything was like that, life especially i guess… i don’t know what i’m talking about. yes. i like to cook.” Eddie listens closely to what you say to him, he doesn’t judge but it seems as though he understands.

“ no, no i get it. it’s the same with my music. i just sit down and i play my guitar and all is right with the world, y’know? it’s kind of a similar thing, if i don’t play the right chords it’s doesn’t sound right… i’m just following a music recipe.” so he does understand you a little. the pancakes are almost done and his practically salivating watching you flip the last pancake over in the pan. the apartment smells like vanilla and strawberries. you walk towards him with a plate full of pancakes in one hand and bowl of strawberry syrup you had made in the other hand. he watches as you struggle to put the plate down around the small amount of clutter on the table, he scrambles to his feet and moves the stack of books,papers and other random items and takes them over to the coffee table placing the books and papers nicely stack in the middle of wooden table.

“ you know i would have been fine with coffee and cereal.” he says pulling a chair out for you, his voice soft and full of gratitude. he is not what you expected him to be, he is kind, and gentle, he doesn’t talk over you he actually listens to what you say to him and makes it known that he’s interested in what you’re talking about. most of the guys you have dated were dickheads, they interrupted you, didn’t call when they said they would, one of them hit on your mom.

“ yeah,don’t get used to it.” your eyes roll at Eddie and bring your fork to the plate with pancakes on it and take two, you reach toward the bowl of strawberry syrup and take the spoon into your hand, drizzling a little bit all over your pancakes. Eddie watches you as your hand comes up toward your mouth and lick the sticky sweet syrup off your fingers. He grabs your wrist before you could get all of the strawberry of your finger and brings your finger towards his pink full lips, his eyes peer at your in a way that asks for your permission- you nod.

his tongue swipes the tip of your finger and his mouth close around it, embracing your digit coating it in his saliva. “ yum.” he says releasing your finger from his mouth and licks his lips, he smirks at the expression strewn across your face. your mouth dropped open into an ‘O’ shape clearly showcasing your surprise at ed’s boldness.

“ do you taste this sweet everywhere else?” his voice low almost a growl, he pulls you toward him yanking you out of your chair and onto your feet so your standing looking down toward him as he sits in the chair across from where you were sitting previously. you can’t make out his expression at the moment, he looks as if he wanted to consume you, and that’s exactly what he wanted to do.

“ you will have to taste me to find out i guess.” the words come out as a seductive whisper. your wrist still in the grasp of his big metallic covered hands, this is bad, very bad. you thought about what it would be like to have him between your thighs licking and sucking your sopping wet core, just the thought of him moaning into your bare cunt gave you a sharp pang in your stomach almost as if it dropped. you feel wetness pooling in your cotton panties, knowing that if he touched you- sticky wet clear strings of arousal would cover his long fingers. eddie’s brown eyes dart between your pressed together thighs and your face, you weren’t sure of his next move but you hope it involves you cumming all over his face and hands. eddie stands up-towering over you, his hands drop your wrists and take up residence on the back of your neck, pulling your head up to look at him. without any warning his dominant hand dips between your thighs flat against your soaked cunt. you’re bursting with anticipation and excitement, eddie groans knowing what he has done to you.

“ come on pretty girl, let’s get you undressed.” his demeanour is gentle now, time to change that.your eyes never leaving his-holding the eye contact intensely as you step back towards your couch and take a seat on the soft velvet armrest, you wrap your arms around yourself and pull your tank top off letting your bare breasts fall out and jiggle a bit before being cupped by Eddie. his eyes remained wide and full of desire as he drags his thumbs over your pierced nipples. you currently have plain black bars through them with black stopper balls as well.

“ you are so beautiful.” eddie mutters lunging hungrily towards you putting his mouth all over your heaving chest nipping and licking at your pebbled hardened nipples. “ holy fuck- i can’t wait to make you feel good, my girl.” now he’s pushing you back into your sofa, bare back hitting the soft material. you watch him as he crawls over top of your, eyes deranged and animalistic.

he is going to wreck you.

eddie’s hands rip into your pyjama shorts. in one quick pull he has them down around your ankles. suddenly- you’re feeling a little bit exposed, so you bring your hands toward your glistening soaked pussy and cover it from his view. he stops, and pulls himself up onto his hands to get a better look at you, his body language changes.

“ what’s wrong?” his brows furrowed with concern, and eyes soft like a doe. he was actually concerned with you being comfortable, you didn’t have much experience with respectful guys honestly. most of the time if you covered yourself in that way while hooking up with someone else they wouldn’t even recognize your hesitation or uncomfortability. not wanting to ruin the moment you sheepishly uncover yourself.

“ don’t make it a big deal or anything but i’m just.. i- don’t know? self conscious with how it looks.. i’ve never actually seen it but i guess it’s just an insecurity.” you shrug feeling your face get hot and pink. eddie’s hands run down your body as he sit up on his knees and pulls your body up toward him to prop you against the couch.

“ this.” he says grabbing your desperately wet cunt with a flat palm, “ this fucking pussy is gorgeous, next time you touch yourself i want you to look in the the mirror and watch yourself cum.” he dips his fingers in the entrance of your hole, just teasing not fully letting you feel any relief. a little moan escapes your lips, he smirks devilishly at you, leaning in closer to your ear whispering unholy things. the air is thick, finding it so hard to breathe with eddie looking so deliciously turned on above you. his fingers start to work themselves on your swollen begging pussy, his thumb stroking your little nub in small circles making you writhe with pleasure. his movements stop abruptly letting you whine for more.

“ you’re so soft what’s your shaving routine.” he runs his hands on your pubic bone, and down your inner thigh. everything was completely hairless, no razor bumps, or ingrowns. this is something you’re proud of, your hair never grew in thick or coarse to be honest you normally just a little tuft of wispy hair right above your slit.

“ i actually get waxed, a razor will never come near this thing.” you point your fingers down toward your cock hungry cunt. this gorgeous man shuffles down to ground and places himself between your thick, soft, sunkissed thighs and stared in awe. it was almost as if he had never seen anything so pretty and pink before, the color of your sweet pink little fuckhole matches your lips and your hardened nipples.

“ such a pretty pussy baby, i bet you want me to taste you.” eddie says sweetly while caressing your wetness. “ don’t you?” he makes direct contact with his mouth almost swallowing you whole. you look down at the messy head of brown curls between your legs, his metal rings touching your soft inner thigh making you jump from the coldness. he’s got a grip on your ass and is shoving your naked pelvis in his mouth.

you are a melting mess on the velvet sofa trying to hold yourself together for eddie’s sake. he doesn’t need to see you sobbing while he devours your pussy. a tight knot is forming low in your belly waiting to come undone, you could finish on his face or you could cum on his cock. you were definitely hoping you could do both, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up thinking that he could make you cum vaginally. the heel of your hand pushes eddie’s forehead up to get his attention.

“ mm- i wanna cum now..” the words sound pathetic through your whines and groans. you are a sticky mess between your legs, also starting to leave a wet patch on your sofa. eddie peers up at you through thick lashes and wipes his wet face with the back of his hand. he swipes his thick long fingers through your folds collecting a mix of his saliva, and your arousal on three fingers. without skipping a beat he sucks your juices off his fingers staring you in the eye.

“ you wanna cum baby, let me take care of you. make a mess of my face princess.” eddie pleads- face returning back in your cunt. you had thought about this for days, you wanted to sit on his face, for him to tongue fuck you into oblivion. you wanted him to make you cum so hard you turn stupid on his tongue. the knot starts to come undone, heat building in your belly, toes curling.

“ ye-yes. yes holy fuckkkk.” you mewl, your thumb in your mouth muffling your angelic noises, “ im gonna cum!” eddie picks up the pace- kissing and sucking your clit, hands roaming your naked body usually falling upon your bare tits. he groans against you creating a delicious vibration as you come undone in his mouth.

Eddie stands up proudly with your clear sticky cum all over his face and mouth, he licks his lips and motions for you to lean up and plant a kiss on his lips. “ i was right my little slut, you taste so fucking sweet. i want you to taste.” without warning he runs his whole hand over your sopping wet sensitive bud. you jump at the overstimulation, making a pathetic whine as you twist away from the man in front of you.

“ open.” the words commanding a submissive response. his fingers waiting in the air for you to open your mouth wide for all four digits to be shoved in your mouth gagging you, holding your jaw open. his other hand busy rummaging in his pocket for a condom. he frees your mouth from his hand to take off his pants, you didn’t know what you were expecting but you definitely weren’t expecting a fucking horse cock. it so big and thick- full of veins. the tip is pink and throbbing, dripping pre cum in anticipation of your hole.

“ fuck me raw,eddie.” you plead, bottom lip sticking out into a pout. eddie’s eyes widen and without another word he’s flipping you so your ass is pressed against him. your draped over the back of the couch so he can fuck you from behind.

finally you feel contact, he is rubbing his mushroom tip through your wet folds, teasing your hole. his one handing gripping a handful of ass.

this is it, that moment when his cock slides right in, filling you up entirely. stretching your tight little cunt to the girth of his thick member. you feel his pelvis rub against you, every inch he has is pressed up inside of you, clenching around him in hopes of the knot forming. he is relentlessly fucking you, the sounds of skin slapping and panting fill the air. he stops for a moment to turn you around and kiss you wet and sloppily on the lips, he grabs the back of your thighs prompting you to jump up and wrap your legs around his slutty little waist.

eddie doesn’t waste any time, because any moment his cock isn’t in your warm hole is agony. he sits back down on the couch with you on top of him, he lines up his dick beneath, you can’t take another second without his cock drilling into you. eddie helps you lower yourself on to himself, there is a second where you slowly slide up and down on him, looking at each other lustfully, caressing each others flushed warm faces. genre changes up pretty quickly as you play with your own tits, dewey and covered in sweat. the valley of your breast adorned by a large moth tattoo, he admires you as you tug and pull at you nipples. your head is thrown back riding his cock almost screaming as reach your finish line.

“ yeah cum with me you fucking goddess, i wanna feel you clench around me as i fill you up with my nut.” he grunts holding your hips thrusting up hard into your sore cunt, his movements begin to get sloppy, his grip moves to your ass trying to make his movements as precise as he can in his moments of ecstasy. your cunt is being being filled with warmth, his cock twitching in sensitivity- lips parted and muttering sinful phrases as finishes.

you’re still straddling his lap, dick still inside. you collapse in puddle on top of him nuzzling your face on his chest breathing heavily. eddie’s arms wrap around your waist, drawing small curl legs on your back lovingly. you hum against him as he tries to slip out of the wetness.

“ mmm- not yet. please.” your lips pressed against his tattooed body, feeling exhausted. his movement stops, instead he kisses your sweaty forehead and pushes the curls sticking to your face away from it, repeatly petting your head in comfort.

you feel so safe

so taken care of.

“ come on baby girl, let’s go clean up and we can lay in bed, want me to run a bath or do you want just a warm cloth.” his voice soft and comforting as he stands wrapping your little legs around him carrying your dead weight to the small bathroom. he set you down on cold counter, your bum dipping into the sink a bit, his hands hold onto you steadying your wobbly body.

“ just a cloth please, i’ll take a bath later.” your voice small and quiet against his body still, tilting your head to look at his handsome features. Eddie’s cheeks still flush from the previous activities, curly hair stuck to his forehead and cheeks, dick still coated his cum as well as yours. you lazily smile up at him as your tired body finally gets the strength to sit up on your own and point to the drawer beside you assuming he was looking for a cloth.

it takes both of you a few minutes to clean yourselves up and put some new clothes on.

you now have a pair of your high-school cross country running sweat shorts on, they’re grey and worn a little bit too small for you as you’ve gotten a little bit curvier since high school and a white and purple striped tank top it’s cropped and stained with hair dye. not in your most flattering outfit but eddie can’t help but stare at you as you crawl into your queen sized bed. he was just lounging in his tight black underwear still shirtless, eddie has propped himself up on your various pillows his lips hang onto a lit joint.

“ y/n you have too many pillows. these are not coming with you when you come live with me.” you eyes dart up to him with a sneaky smile playing on your lips, you can’t believe he said that.

“ munson, what makes you think i’m gonna move in with you?” you say settling beside him after placing the bottle of water on ur nightstand and take the joint from between his lips placing it between your own,he blushes but doesn’t lose any confidence.

“ c’mon you know we can’t stay away from each other, i give it a month. you or i will basically be living at either mine or your apartment and going back and forth wasting money on rent when you could just cave in and live with me and get your pretty little fuckhole pounded like that morning, noon, and night.” eddie’s says nonchalantly shrugging both shoulders in the process.

he’s not wrong

i’m obsessed

“ my pillows are coming with. and things need to be put on lower shelves or get me a step ladder.” you negotiate knowing that he was right, you two had no plans on staying away from each other. a big smile creeps onto his face as he leans toward you to plant a kiss on your bare shoulder. you look at him ,“ you know i didn’t forget about you stealing my birthday money. i hope you’re a better boyfriend than you are neighbour”

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #robin buckley #stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie smut #eddie x reader

[energyswordsunday]

huh.

#crowscribbles #idk what im doing but i like how Part of this turned out so uh #big shrug... #im just playin around n doing low effort scribbles #and im learning some stuff so

[bubblegumspacebxtch]

Hugs From Your Dealer

A/N: taking a break from smut to write fluff about Fez like idk about ya'll but this man looks like he gives good warm hugs so imagine his cuddles ugh I'm obsessed with the "i hate everyone but you" idea or "im only soft and vulnerable with you" type of thing and I think Fez just fits right into that so here's an imagine of him being soft

p.s. the gif of him above does things to me FUCK

summary: again not really a summary but this imagine mentions scenes from Euphoria season 1 episode 5, specifically when Rue, Jules, and Lexi all go skating

warnings || none (pure fluff)

You watched the end credits roll, before turning off the TV. You and Fez were hanging out on his couch, and decided to watch a movie. Lying down with him on top of you, he snuggles into your warm chest, and settled between your legs as you wrapped your arms around his body. 15 minutes into the movie, you hear his soft snores whilst you continuously run your fingers through his head. You smile at the image of Fez falling asleep all cuddled up to you. Knowing he had slept late the night prior, you opt not to wake him and continue on with the film.

"Fez," you coo, trying your best to look down at his sleeping figure. You tried to gently wake him. As much as you wanted to join him in napping, Rue had invited you to the roller rink along with Jules and Lexi. You had to go home and get ready. "Hey baby, you need to wake up," you murmur to his head as you lightly scratch his back the way you know he likes. You hear Fez let out a quiet 'mmm' before tightening his embrace. "Sleep here," Fez mumbles as he buries his face deeper in your neck. You smile as his beard tickles your exposed skin, feeling his warmth seep into you even more. "I have to head home and get ready." He raises his head at that, giving you a sleepy, but confused look. "You goin' somewhere?" You touch his face, running your thumb along his jaw before answering. "I promised Rue I'd go skating with her tonight." Fez grumbled in response, going back to lay his head on you and hugging your waist tighter so as to pull you even closer, if that was even possible.

"Tell them you're busy." He huffs as you wiggle underneath him, attempting to sit up. "I can't not go, Fez. I promised I would, and if I don't go, Lexi's gonna feel like a third wheel. You know how Rue and Jules get." You try to explain, but he doesn't budge. You roll your eyes at his stubbornness, but couldn't keep the smile off your face. Fez enjoys the company of very few people. Others might say he's somewhat passive, maybe even going as far as saying he's detached, but with you he's soft and downright needy. Fez can spend hours on end with you, even while doing nothing. Fez enjoys just being in your presence. His line of business has made him reserved, but he allows himself to be open with you. If you're being honest, Fez is grabby and clingy, wanting to always feel you on him.

You attempt to pull away again because you hear your phone chime from the table, probably a text you can only assume is from Rue. "C'mon Fez. I'm serious." He lifts his head again to face you, resting his chin on your sternum. The look he's giving you is sweet, trying to convey his adoration through his eyes. "Y/N, I ain’t playin with you either." You groan at him, knowing it's hard to make Fez move. "I'll stay the night if you let me go now," you bargain. His face lights up at that. "You comin' back to sleep over?" he asks and you nod. You lean in to kiss him, hoping to convince him more into letting you leave. He hums into the kiss, cuddling you closer to him.

Fez isn't really a words type of guy, but whatever he can't express by saying it, he sure as hell makes up for it through his actions. He slants his head more, both of you now full on making out as he draws circles with his thumb on the exposed skin of your abdomen. You tighten your arms around his shoulders. Fez turns to kiss the side of your face, starting with your jaw down to the spot on your neck he knows is sensitive. Your phone makes another ping, and Fez sighs into your skin as you giggle at him. "That must be them texting. I really need to go." He meets your eyes before giving you a quick peck on the forehead. "Alright," he says before getting up from the couch, pulling you to your feet shortly after. "Lemme drive you home." Fez puts on his sweater as you grab your bag off the table.

The ride is quiet, but comforting. Fez kept his hand on your thigh the entire time as you watch him drive along the familiar route to your house. He senses you watching him from the passenger seat, and he takes his eyes off the road for a few seconds to smirk at you, squeezing your thigh in the process. You reach your house in no time. "Text me when you're done so I can pick you up," Fez reminds you before kissing your head. "I will," you answer back before climbing out of his car. You're close to the front door before you hear him shout. "You owe me a lot of cuddles when your cute ass gets back." You laugh as you turn back to Fez in his car, rolling your eyes at how whipped he was. "Yeah whatever." You watch him drive away, grinning from ear to ear before getting inside your house.

#fezco #fezco x reader #fezco imagine #fez imagine #fezco euphoria #fezco fluff #rue bennet #euphoria imagines #euphoria #euphoria s2 #angus cloud

[kwonhoshi0]

"𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞" | oneshot

navigation | requests : open | 13TH JUNE 2021

pairing : bakugou x fem!reader

genre : a lil spicy, crack, fluff, slight angst idk this got longer than i intended

themes : spin the bottle, tiny bit like the kissing booth?, mutual pining

word count : 1.1k+

quirk : telekinesis

"hey y/n!, you playin with us later?!" denki called out as you walked out of one of the training rooms, you turned back to wait for him before replying "depends on what you're playing". he jokingly swung your arms together back and forth as you both waited outside the bathrooms for mina.

"how doesss a spin on a kissing booth and spin the bottle sound" you scoffed as he interjected "wait before you say no bakugou will be there", you shoved a hand over his mouth looking around as he laughed "i will be there but, denki only for uh-" "only to steal the preys heart" he put his hand over his heart as if grabbing it just as mina walked out the door.

"finally! mina, god denki's driving me mad" the boy in question hugged you from behind putting his head on your shoulder while fake sobbing, mina laughed at you both before grabbing you by the arm and running down the corridor towards the dorms.

...

"mina come on i'm just gonna get hurt" you squirmed as she dragged you out of your room and to the main living room, just as you got there you thought of seeing bakugou kissing someone else "mina for the love of-" you grabbed her arm twisting it behind her back but just as you could flip her over denki had run at you from behind and grabbed you from your waist, not wanting to hurt them you just sighed letting your head fall back to his shoulder.

"damnn denki and mina dragging y/n here by force? happens every time" sero laughed as you groaned in annoyance joining the circle.

you looked over at bakugou who was opposite you in the circle, his eyes flicked towards you "we're still training tomorrow l/n, don't be late" you nodded "wouldn't dream of it blasty", your eyes met for a second as he groaned at the nickname.

"soo the spin on kissing booth and spin the bottle, one person gets chosen as a candidate and we play spin the bottle to decide who kisses them but first we're playing truth or dare." mina explained.

"well i vote y/n!" you genuinely felt a tear prickle your eye as the words left mineta's mouth, the last word barely even left his mouth when you lifted your hand up and threw him against a wall with your quirk, you kept him against the wall only enough to make him struggle to breathe.

"hey hey y/n if you don't want a murder charge you might wanna let him down" you sighed at denki as you flicked your wrist making the whimpering grape fall to the ground and scurry off.

...

the bottle spun landing on mina and midoriya, she cheered meanwhile the green haired boy looked terrified.

"hmm midoriya, do you like anyone?" she snickered. you smiled to yourself, "don't worry greeny she enjoys torturing everyone" the boy beside you turned to you and smiled "you've been calling me that ever since our first day of ua" mina argued with mineta as a certain red eyed blonde watched your interaction.

"i don't plan on stopping, the nickname suits you, now answer the question before mina guts you" he sighed in defeat.

"i-i yeah i like someone" a couple people cheered, denki spoke up "who is it", midoriya blushed again "that wasn't the question".

the bottle spun again a couple times landing on denki first, sero let it spin again it spun landing on you "denki you know all my secrets, go easy on me" he made a thinking face for a couple seconds, "okay if i don't ask a question will you be the kissing booth candidate", you dead-panned thinking about all the questions he could ask "fine But i will do one round, only one" the circle cheered and bakugou looked pissed.

...

"okay n/n sit here" denki guided you to the middle since the blindfold was obstructing your vision, once you were sat down you were given the bottle and you took a second before spinning it in fear, as soon as it stopped spinning you heard cheers and groans, the cheers coming from denki and mina, but the only person you really wanted to kiss was bakugou and there was a barely a chance the bottle landed on him.

you tensed up a little reminding yourself of what’s happening, you flinched a little feeling someone’s face, your face tilted up as if looking for their lips but instead their hand jolted to your chin forcing your lips on theirs the surrounding noises drowned out as their lips moved against yours, your hands snake behind their neck, their hands moved from your chin to your waist but just as you were going to take it further someone had taken the blindfold off.

you felt warmth rush to your face realising he didn’t throw a tantrum and and that his face was still close to yours. the flushed blondes lips curved into a slight smirk seeing your surprise,

“i didn’t think you’d do that willingly” you composed yourself walking towards the kitchen following behind him ”yeah well i wouldn’t have done that with anyone else” his eyes met yours as he said that, it was your turn to smirk.

“what’s so special about me” he looked towards the circle of friends walking closer to you, “that’s what i’ve been trying to figure out..you confuse me and it’s damn annoying” you furrowed your brows as he spoke up again “maybe it’s how my eyes Always seem to shift towards you without even thinking, i wanted it to stop and i tried to make it stop for so fucking long.. i thought you and dunce face were dating ever since he brought you and mina to the table a year ago”.

you thought for a second “bakugou you’ve liked me for a two years?” he sighed angrily “you only kissed me back because you thought it was that damned nerd right? then reject me, tell you don’t-” you cut him off by pressing yourself against him his breath cut short by your actions, you teased his neck with your lips moving up to his lips, biting his lip slightly he groaned into your mouth slipping his tongue against yours, his crotch was pressed against yours.

he pulled away “not here, my room”.

A/N : WOOOO it’s been a while bsfs😼😼😼 but i am back🕺🕺🕺

#mha #my hero academia #bnha #mha x reader #mha imagines #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou headcanons #bakugou fluff #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #bnha fluff #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #bakugou scenarios #bakugou katsuki imagines #bnha imagines #mha headcanons #mha smut #mha hc #bakugou bc #bnha katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou x you #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugou #bnha drabble

[kalliyen]

Bumping Into Y/N's Ex While Out With Them

Enhypen (Hyung Line) x GN!Reader

Genre: Crack, Idk Honestly

Requested by @Kur0-kawa

Disclaimer: This is in no way to trigger any of you readers or make you upset with me. This is also not in any way a form of delulu-ment. This is purely a work of fiction I enjoy doing and people enjoy Reading.

Warnings: Mentions of Exs, Food, abuse (not first hand) and Pricks

Word & Emoji count: 752

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ Lee Heeseung

-All he wanted was to go out with his s/o an watch a movie with them.

-Not bump into their (Y/N's) ex who was the cashier of the cinema.

-What made it worse that this prick won't stop interogating both of them

-Asking questions like "Why them❓" "I can treat u better" "I miss you, come back and ditch this prick" to you

-EXcUsE Me⁉ THIS IS PURE CLOWNERY 🤡🤝

-Hee is in absolute shock cause this dude literally cheated on you and treated you so badly! HOW COULD U GO BACK TO HIM❓

-And then this prick says "Ugh, you can't treat them as well as I did." And shit like "I can't believe they went out with you of all people"

-Boy is currently trying not to punce at ur ex and rip his eye balls out

-You've had enough of his (ex) shi* and just payed for ur tickets gave him a nice slap and diss him

-Heesung felt so proud of you to stand up to your past 'lover'

-Also cuddled u in the cinema but idk if that did anything to the story line-

ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ Park Jay

-Alright, so.

-U worked at a retail job yk for the extra money money cash

-Jay wanted to take you out on a date and insisted to wait for your shift to end

-Best bf Jay ikr

-Jay knew you had a past lover but knew very brief of them because you understandably, did not want to talk about it much.

-He respected ur decision because he's sweet like that

-He didn't know what he looked like so when he heard a "Y/N! It's been a while, how've you been honey~"

-Boy almost fell on his butt and crack his phone in the process but luckily he caught himself

-Noticed you were getting very very very uncomfortable with this person

-Squirming under their gaze and avoidin eye contact

-Power walks to u both and puts a hand on their shoulder

-Gojo Style

-LMAO MAKES ME CRACK UP IMAGINING JAY IN GOJO STYLE

-Anyway, Ex turns their head around, slowly and looks up at Jay

-Cause he tall ykwim (as a 5'1 person)

-Gives them a look and then the ex is scared shitless gathers there stuff and BOLTS OUTA THE STORE

-You explained that the person was ur ex and the one that hurt you

-Babe, you had to restrain him from looking for the bastard and beating him up

-If I were u I'd just let him beat the prick up

ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ Sim Jake

-He's so sweet istg

-cutest boy on the planet (i say as if i am not 6 years younger than him)

-ANYWAY

-He wanted to have a nice date with you cause you've been really stressed with classes and work and...all that...

-So, he took you out on a Beach Date

-There wasn't much people there so you both had a fun time

-Playing in the water playin frisbee yk generic beach stuff

-But then when he threw the ball WAAYYY to hard and landed on a blanket

-You went over there and got it saying sorry to the person and froze half way getting up

-Jake wondered why u were taking so long and decided to go to where you were

-also frezees in place cause he sees ur ex

-Baby POUNCED at you when ur ex started touching ur arm

-Again, you were frozen in place because everything they did to you seeped into your brain and formed some tears in ur eyes

-Held ur wrist stuck his tounge out at ur ex and calmed you down

-Again, super sweet abt it

-treats u too ice cream and sweets to cheer u up

ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ Park Sunghoon

-It took me 97 million years to come up with Sunghoon's

-OKAY I GOT IT

-Setting is..Puppy Cafe.

-You two went on a date to a puppy cafe because

-just because

-All of a sudden you get a tap on the shoulder

-Bibidi Bobidi

-Its the person u wanna yeet out ur life and never see again

-U've done the former but obviously, not the latter

-Sunghoon was ordering ur food and ur ex just sat on his seat so you couldn't really do much and just sit there and listen to them say how much they miss u and how they'll treat u better yada yada yada

-Sunghoon got back to your table and smack tacked the crap out of ur ex

-Crisis semi-averted

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

(I sadly, won't be writing for the Maknae Line, I just don't feel very comfortable with the thought. I'm sorry. But! I hope you enjoyed it none the less! And please stay tuned because I have a series coming up (maybe near late 2021 or early 2022 who knows 🤷‍♀️))

Sincerly, Allie

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[harrywritingsbyme]

🍭🍭so I dont get lost🍭🍭, could u write something about harry being soft dom.. saying things like "you like that baby?" "use your words" "such a good girl for me, arent you?" haha idk but not any of that -ur a slut- stuff pls lol 💖💖💖 ur blog

The one where Harry takes care of Y/n

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: I got a request for some prompts from the prompt list, along with some aftercare too. Plus, I had planned on writing something using the two concepts so it all works out! I love writing about either Harry or Y/n being in their respective subspaces. Last Friday, I did sub!Harry which I absolutely LOVED! And this Friday, I rlly wanted to show sub!Y/n some love bc how could I not?! This one’s cute in a filthy way if that makes any sense. It’s pretty descriptive too...Enjoy🙃

13. “What do you want- my tongue? Fingers? Or both?”

16. “You like that princess? Does my princess like that?”

22. “Where do you want it?”

 Harry loved it when you were deep into your subspace. The main and sole reason why he loved it so much was because he got to dote on and spoil you as much as he wanted. You’d been in your subspace all day long, which meant that he got to spend the entire day completely taking care of you. From the moment you two woke up, you were feeling really small and in desperate need of Harry’s attention. Luckily for you, Harry was more than happy to shower you in it. For the entire day, he made you feel like a princess. His spoiling you ranged from picking out your outfit in the morning, to letting you cockwarm him while you took a nap in the middle of the day (luckily he had some work to do so he wouldn’t be all alone while you slept). Anything you wanted, Harry did. And he wasn’t planning on stopping. 

You and Harry had just gotten out of the shower where he spent most of the time taking care of and getting you cleaned up before bed. You loved feeling his strong, and large hands on your body as he got you nice and clean. You also loved having his cock pressed against you from behind while he cleaned you up. Once you both were all cleaned up, Harry wraps a towel around his waist, and he wraps you up as well before carrying you both to the bedroom. If you had to choose one thing Harry did while you were in your subspace that you enjoyed the most, it’d be the way Harry went about getting you ready for bed. After you both are dried off, he sits you down at the edge foot the bed and goes through a few different options of his shirts and couple pairs of your panties that you could wear to bed. This was only the first part, what he’d do. When you finally choose what you want to wear, which in this case is nothing, Harry quickly puts the remaining clothes away before moving right into rubbing lotion all over your body. Whenever you weren’t in your subspace, you’d always moisturize before bed. But since you couldn’t do it for yourself, Harry makes sure to do it for you. He made sure to get every last part of your body. He even made sure to start on your back so that he could spend most of his time on your front.

There was no denying that his hands were magical. The way his hands felt on your body, felt utterly amazing. They were so amazing that you couldn’t stop the moans and whimpers from leaving your mouth. 

“Does my princess like that?” Harry chuckles softly, continuing to smooth and massage his hands across your body. Feeling his hands all over you, and hearing his deep voice as he called you his princess made you more sensitive, needier, and wetter for him.

“So much daddy.” You moan in response with a small smile. As he worked his hands up your body, he made sure to dig his fingers into your pressure points. He just finished working the insides of your thighs and he was now moving up to your lower stomach. You could feel his fingers digging into the area and your mind went straight to his cock. 

With this subject, your mind went everywhere. You started off thinking about how much you wanted to have him nestled all the way inside you. You wanted to feel fullness of having his entire cock inside of you. Your mind then went to how much you wanted to play with his cock. You wanted to have your face between his legs as you touched and sucked on his cock. You need for his cock was so great that you even managed to open your eyes that were tightly screwed shut to look at him. Your eyes go straight down to the area between his legs and you get the perfect view of him. From the way Harry was positioned, he was kneeling slightly on top of you. As he got higher up on your body, he had to lift himself onto his knees a little bit so that he could massage his hands into you better. As Harry’s hands moved up your body, so did his eyes. As he massaged your chest, Harry’s eyes went back and forth between your breasts and your face. Whenever he looked at your face, he noticed that you weren’t looking up, but instead you were looking down. It didn’t take much to realize that you were staring at his cock.

“What do you want baby- my tongue? Fingers? Or both?” He asks out of the blue, continuing to move his hands around your chest. He already knew that in this moment you’d want neither, but he just wanted to hear your needy mouth. 

“Want your cock daddy.” You mewl in response. 

“Where do you want it sweet girl?” He continues, beginning to swirl his thumbs around your pert and sensitive nipples. 

“In my tummy.” You mumble back. “But I wanna play with it first daddy.” You quickly rush out.

“My baby wants to play with my cock huh?” Harry hums, pushing a hand up from your breasts and right around your neck. He then brings his face down to yours and he lays the rest of his body against yours. When he does this, you can feel his cock lying against you. “Let me see those pretty eyes babygirl.” Harry coos, squeezing your neck a little bit in the process. Once your eyes flutter open, you’re met with Harry’s and your strong need for him intensifies even more. “Y’look so pretty when you’re all needy f’me.” He admires, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You can have m’cock,” Harry begins. “Only if you let daddy do one thing.” Before he can even finish, you’re nodding your head yes. You’d do anything if it meant that you’d get to play with and eventually take his cock. “Good girl, now open y’mouth f’me baby.” He instructs, pushing himself up from you with his free hand while keeping the other wrapped around your throat. 

As he massaged you, he felt himself drift into his domspace. It wasn’t intense as it could be, but it was enough for him to want a bit more control over you. And since you were deep into your subspace, he knew that he could get it. In the blink of an eye, your mouth is wide open and waiting for him to do something. Without waiting any longer, Harry brings his mouth down to yours, he puckers them a little and the next thing you knew, you felt and watched his spit fall into your mouth. Immediately after it lands onto your tongue, you shut your mouth and you swallow. You swallow quickly and you open your mouth back up for more. “Does my greedy little baby want more?” Harry asks amusedly. When you nod yes, he brings his mouth back to give you one more. “This is the last one though, wanna let you play with m’cock.” Harry reminds you before spitting into your mouth one final time. After you swallow, Harry lets go of your throat and pecks the tip of your nose before lying on the bed next to you. 

You waste no time crawling right between his spread legs. You lay flat against the bed and you wrap your hand around his cock. From Harry’s position, he could see the way you were almost adoringly staring at his cock. This was another thing Harry loved about you being in your subspace. Whenever you were like this, you became a mess for him. Along with having an overwhelming need and desire for Harry’s cock, you also felt the need to take care of him and make him feel good. It was almost as if you were worshipping him; well, more like his cock.

“Y’like playin’ with daddy’s cock babygirl?” Harry pants, looking down at the way you’re playing with him in your small hands. He watched as you tugged and squeezed at him, you even played with his balls a bit. 

“I love playing with your cock daddy.” You reply happily before wrapping your lips around the head to suckle on it. When you do this, Harry immediately curses under his breath. The way your soft lips wrapped around him, along with the way you swirled your tongue around his slit felt incredible to Harry. What made it even better was the fact that you were in “worship mode” so to speak. Since this was the case,  Harry decides to play into it a little bit. Before you push your mouth further down down onto him, Harry quickly cups your chin and he softly pulls your mouth off of him. 

“Want yeh tell daddy how good his cock is before you suck on it.” He instructs you. Harry telling you to do this stemmed directly from him having a strong praise kink. He loved it when you told him how good his cock was or felt. He loved watching you obsess and fall apart because of his cock too. This feeling only intensified when he was in his domspace. This was one of the ways Harry felt like he was in control. And you being in your subspace meant that you’d obsess over his cock on a completely different level, which would in turn fulfill Harry’s need to feel like he was in control. You’d tell him everything and go on and on about how amazing his cock was. Which was exactly what you did. 

“I love your cock so much daddy.” You begin, tugging at his shaft. “S’so big and  thick daddy, can barely fit in my hand or inside me.” You mewl, smiling up at him. 

“Tell me more baby.” Harry pants down to you. 

“Smells and tastes good too.” You chuckle sweetly. After saying this, you bring your face down even closer to his cock and you begin to rub his cock all over your face. Harry couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. You laying between his legs, pushing his cock all over your face that had a wide smile plastered across it. “I love your balls too daddy. Love how they’re nice and big and always filled with your cum.” You continue with a smile, opening your mouth to suck one of them into your mouth.

“Fuck!” Harry shouts, feeling your mouth suck on one of his balls. He could hear, and feel you happily hum at having him in your mouth. After sucking a little longer, you pop it back out of your mouth and you move to the other. 

“I would suck on them at once, but they’re too big daddy.” You explain sweetly. You then send a small pout his way before going in to take it into your mouth. Harry felt like he was in heaven. The way you sucked his balls into your mouth while not only continuing to squeeze on his cock, but also describing his cock in the process was mind-blowing. You then pop the other one of his balls out of your mouth and you come back up to his cock. “I love love love how your cock barely fits into my mouth and goes all the way down my throat too daddy.” You sigh before slowly sinking your mouth down onto him. In the beginning, it was really hard to take all of Harry’s cock into your mouth; you could barely take half of him inside. But with practice and help from Harry, you were finally able to take all of him. While you were happily taking him into your mouth/throat, Harry was trying his hardest to keep his head up and watch you. He struggles to watch as you push your mouth all the way down his cock. You were so far down that your nose was pressing into the hairs surrounding his cock.

Having Harry’s cock lodged deep down your throat made you feel two things. Needy and prideful. Doing this made your need for Harry to be deep inside of you even greater. It caused a throbbing sensation to form in your core, which led you to begin pushing yourself back and forth against the bed. Relieving yourself of some of the tension in your pussy felt so good, even if it was just against the mattress. And because it felt so good, you moaned. You moaned right around Harry’s cock. When Harry feels this, his head falls back against the bed and one of his hands flies straight to your hair. As you slowly begin to pull your mouth back up his shaft, you begin to feel a little loopy. You did hold your mouth down for a little longer than usual. When you’re fully off of him, you begin tug at his now soaked shaft.

“What I love most about your cock daddy is how it stretches my pussy daddy. It fills me up so good that I can feel it in my tummy.” You whimper, continuing to squeeze, lick, and tug at his cock while digging your cunt into the sheets. When Harry hears you whimper this to him, he lifts his head and looks down to see you whimpering and moaning while you push yourself into the bed. 

“Want daddy’s cock in y’pretty little tummy of yours sweet girl?” Harry grumbles, continuing to watch you rub yourself against the bed while playing with him.

“Please daddy” you beg.

“Then lay on y’back f’me baby.” Harry pants. As soon as he gives you this instruction, you release your grip on his cock and you follow his instruction. You’re laying on the bed next to him with your legs spread, patiently(not really) waiting for him to get in between them. It doesn’t take that long before Harry musters up enough strength to get up and move in between your legs where you wanted him. He then pulls you by your calves, so that you’re closer to him. When he does this, he really gets to see just how soaked you are for him.

“Would you look at that.” Harry admires, bringing two fingers down to your center. “This pretty little cunt of yours is soaking baby.” He points out, pushing two fingers up your folds to collect some of your arousal. He drags them all the way up to your clit which causes a loud gasp to leave your mouth. “And how could I forget about this swollen little button of yours.” He continues, using his thumb to swirl his finger around it.

“Oh my- daddy!” You whine, bucking your hips up into his hand. “Need your cock.” You continue to whine. 

“How bad do you need it? Tell daddy how bad you need his cock.” He says calmly, even though he was dying to be inside of you already. 

“My tummy’s starting to burn.” You cry out to him.

“Right here sweet girl?” Harry asks, bringing his free hand up to your lower stomach and ever so slightly pressing it down into you. 

“Mhm!” You mumble loudly, feeling the burning sensation intensify as he pressed further into you.

“Use your words doll.” Harry softly repremands. “Is this where you feel it?” He asks again, this time expecting a real answer from you. 

“Yes daddy.” You mewl before bringing your lower lip between your teeth.

“Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.” Harry promises. 

He then brings the hand that was on your stomach to your hip, and he uses the other to line his cock up with your entrance. When you feel the thick head of him against your entrance, your moans get even louder. When he hears and sees you like this, Harry begins to push into you.

“Such a good girl, takin m’cock so well.” Harry praises, continuing to fill you to the brim. While he’s pushing into you, you’re a complete mess. He wasn’t fully inside yet and your legs were already quaking. You could feel your walls stretching to fit his thick girth, and you could feel him pushing into you inch after inch. Once Harry was nearly all the way inside, he brings his now free hand to the other side of your waist and he pushes the rest of the way in. 

“Fuck daddy!” You cry out to him. You could feel his cock hitting the deepest part of you. You were completely filled with his cock. There was no other feeling like it for either of you. It felt so good that a chill ran down the both of your spines when he hit that spot inside of you.

After taking a couple deep breaths, Harry begins to move his cock inside of you. After a few shallow, and a few soft thrusts, Harry decides to speed it up a bit. He wanted you to really feel his cock. When hr starts to speed up, your moans and whines turn into full on screams and cries. With each thrust you could feel him slam into your sweet spot. It didn’t take long for you to turn into a screaming, crying, quivering, and drooling mess below him. And thats exactly what Harry wanted to see. He wanted to see how much of a mess for his cock you could be. He wanted to see just how bad you needed him. 

“Look at my little baby taking daddy’s big cock.” Harry mocks, looking down at your completely disheveled and disoriented state. He could feel your spongey walls clenching around him and just knew that you were about to explode. He let’s go of one of your sides and he reaches out to grab one of your hands that were limply laying in the bed next to your also limp body (the only place you weren’t limp was from your hips to about mid thigh). He brings your hand down, and he presses it into your lower stomach. “Feel me in your tummy baby?” He pants, speeding up his thrusts and pressing your hand down a little harder so that you could really feel it. “Feels good doesn’t it.” He grunts, feeling his own release coming onto the verge of crashing down onto him.

“So good daddy! M’gonna cum.” You cry out to him. Your release was speeding towards you and it wasn’t going to stop. 

“Tell me how big daddy’s cock is inside you!” Harry growls.

“So big!” You reply wearily. At this, Harry sends one final thrust into you. This one is very deep and sharp. So much so that the both of you not only gasp at the feeling, but you both explode from it. As the two of you came, the two of you got louder. This was the release that the both of you were looking for. This release also lasted for a good while. Harry emptied so much of his cum into you that it began gushing out as he pulled his cock out of you. 

This release hit you both so hard that it knocked you out of your subspace, and Harry out of his domspace. And it left the both of your bodies fully numb and your mouths at a complete loss for words. 

Masterlist

#Harry Styles #harry styles smut #harry smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles writing #my harry writing #concepts of h #harrywritingsbyme

[barnesandco]

Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy (7/14)

Story Masterlist

The plum seller at the farmer’s market saves Bucky from being captured for the attack at Vienna that he didn’t commit, but is she really all that she appears to be, or are ulterior motives involved?

This is an entry for @star-spangled-bingo​ 2020. Word count: 1329. Square filled: “Hawkeye”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mention of war, Hydra. Idk, the usual.

A/N: This story has a mind of its own, friends. I hope you like it.

The air is denser in Iraq. Baghdad welcomes them with loud markets and the cultural strength its history alludes to but the atmosphere is thick with tension between Bucky and his fellow fugitive, because she has gone too long without explaining her connection to Sam Wilson and by extension, Captain America. The fragile trust they have built cautiously is starting to stretch thinner and thinner, and is why Bucky’s mouth is in a thin line as he navigates the crowded noise of a Sunday market with her behind him. 

This is all, of course, a gigantic concern, but it is still dwarfed by the fact that Bucky is convinced they are being followed. Not loosely, on a global manhunt as they have been for weeks now, no, this danger is immediate, on their tail and chasing their still-fresh footsteps. Bucky fears a shadow behind him. He knows the smell of the chase, the cat-and-mouse race, and he knows he is playing prey right now. What he doesn’t know is why she is unworried, unhurried, trying to placate him at every sharp zig-zag turn they take.

Apropos, he swerves into an alley that he sees the other end of just as he sees the reflection of a shadow jumping from one rooftop to another. To acknowledge it by turning around, addressing their predator, would be to end the chase, and thus incite conflict. So he doesn’t turn, but holds her hand harder as the scent of falafels in the market behind them fades the further they walk.

The shadow is above them. He can hear it -- him, Bucky estimates, by the weight of the sound -- on the rooftop framing the alley. Bucky exits the alley and makes his way into another one, and the shadow, decides to introduce himself.

A blond man, wearing neutral tones opposing the uniform Bucky has seen him in on TV, stops in front of them, his bow held to the side as he holds his hands up to the best of his ability.

“I come in peace,” he says, only half-joking, and when he looks at her, she is watching him with recognition more personal than one holds for a public figure. So, Bucky doesn’t run. Doesn’t fight. Patience is a fortitude he is well-versed in, and he exercises it now. “Clint Barton,” the man introduces himself unnecessarily, and Bucky nods, assuming Barton knows who Bucky is. “You’re not much of a talker, are you?”

“What do you want?” Bucky asks gruffly, wrestling the instinct to say, I didn’t murder the people in Vienna. 

Barton smiles. “To help.”

“Why would I trust you?” Bucky asks, although he has been keeping up to date on the news, knows that Barton is on Captain America’s side of the Accords. Captain America, allegedly, has disappeared to locate his childhood friend Bucky Barnes, before the authorities do. If they stay here much longer, Cap will find him soon enough. He itches to move on.

The grin on Barton’s face widens, like he is about to reveal some secret, some surprise, something that might delight Bucky. That’s unlikely. Bucky hasn’t been delighted since he haggled his way to affording an orange from Mister Eli when he was 20 and Steve needed cheering up. God, that orange cheered him up. “Because she trusts me,” Barton says, nodding to the left of Bucky, where she stands, her fingers still woven between Bucky’s metal ones, tightly enough that he can feel the pressure.

He watches as she begins to affirm this. “He’s on our side, Barnes. He can help. I know him,” she says, and there are a thousand-and-one questions bursting his brain right now but he doesn’t have time for any of them so he asks Barton:

“Are you taking me away?” And Barton shakes his head.

“I’m showing you the way to a safe place.”

Bucky looks him up and down dubiously, and then focuses on the sound of the market behind him. It’s too public, which is normally good for avoiding confrontation, but right now, when there doesn’t seem to be an apparent risk of that, they’re just sitting ducks. “We can’t talk here.”

At that, she begins to walk, without a word, out of the alleyway and through the crowds, blending in seamlessly. Her headscarf reflects the Sun until she is standing in the shade of a busy bistro, already beginning to fill with lunchtime customers. But she finds a seat in a corner, and sits down across from Bucky. A few minutes later, so as to not be suspicious, Barton slides in to the seat between them. His back is to the door. A show of trust, Bucky supposes.

At this distance, and away from the sharp glint of the sun, Bucky sees that he’s wearing hearing aids. “There’s a port city a few hours from here,” Barton tells them, picking up a menu and pretending to read it.

“Umm Qasr,” both Bucky and his partner say in unison. Hydra ran ops there, too. He imagines that her knowledge of the area, as demonstrated by how effortlessly she has been navigating Baghdad, comes from her time as a war correspondent.

Looking up briefly, he glances from Bucky to her with an amused shine in his eye. “Uh, yeah,” he says, before clearing his throat and returning to the menu. “I’ve set up a boat there for you. Licensing, papers, everything. You can take that straight into the Persian Gulf, which, as you know, opens into the Arabian Sea. You know where to go from there,” he says vaguely, then he pulls a little book out of his pocket and places it on the table under the menu, and then leaves as he came. Abruptly, unexpectedly.

A waitress, composed and relaxed, finally approaches their now silent table. Bucky orders shawarma for both of them. When the waitress is out of earshot, Bucky asks, “How do you know him?”

She doesn’t look up from the tourist brochure at the side of the table. “An old wartime contact.”

“We can’t keep doing this,” he informs coldly. This captures her attention, and she puts the brochure aside, folding her hands on the table.

“Doing what, exactly?”

“Whatever you’re playin’ at, sweetheart,” he near-growls, leaning in closer. It could be mistaken for flirting, a battle of wits to outsiders, but he’s gravely serious. “I won’t let you lead me into some trap. I don’t want to get caught but I don’t want to see Steve, either.”

This was the wrong thing to say. She latches onto it like a leech to a boat, quick and unforgiving, a smirk appearing, but genuine intrigue in her eyes. “Steve, is he now?”

He tries to backtrack, leans away from her and her dangerous eyes and sharper tongue. “Rogers. The Captain. He thinks I’m something that I’m not. I remember bits and pieces, but I can’t be him,” he explains.

Her moods shift like tempestuous waters. The understanding dawns on her face but she still asks, “Can’t be who?”

“His Bucky. The one he remembers, the one he misses.”

“Nobody’s asking you to. And you’re not his anything. You are your own, Bucky. And if you don’t ever want to see his face again, nobody’s going to make you,” she tells him, reaching across the table to cover his hand in her smaller ones. He lets her, even though the way they are quivering right now mortifies him. If nothing else, they’re shielding his vulnerabilities from everyone else. “I promise.” 

Her honesty is staggering, and the fact that he trusts her even more so. It’s good that she continues, because he’s all out of words to say right now. “But if he’s trying to keep you safe, please let him. For your own sake.”

He changes the subject, which is as close to an acceptance, a truce, a compromise, as he can get. “You still haven’t told me how you know him.”

“He hired me.”

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[haikyutee]

WAIT DO THE WHATS GOOD SWHATY IS YOUR MAN STILL AROUND PRANK W KARASUNO WISGXLFHVHV

NO CAUSE THIS IS MY FAVOIRTE ONE

daichi

would probably be driving you to get something to eat or sumn

you can’t tell me daichi don’t be driving AND a looking hot AS HELL in the process

got one hand on the steerin wheel and one on the gear shift like stop playin wit somebody feelings 😃

chile anyways so you decide to do this trend cause y’all was chillin at a stop light and traffic had been a lil busy

you whip out your phone and play the sound or whatever and he barely even glances over cause he usually doesn’t mind if you call your friend or sumn right quick

dude hears the “what’s good shawty” and he turns to YOU AND IS LIKE 😀

he knows you ain’t just do that junk in HIS mf car like you lost yo mind

HE SNATCHED THAT MESS OUT YO HAND LIKE “gimme that shit 😠”

ends up tossing it back in your lap cause you reallyyy just caught him off guard wit that 😔

if y’all end up getting ice cream and you go to lick it or whatever (some of y’all bitches bite your ice cream like huh) he’ll push the cone into your face so it gets all up in your nose for payback 😼

sugawara

OK YALL WOULD BE IN THE DAMN GROCERY STORE

this FERAL ASS BITCH IS A TICKING TIME BOMB

he already talking about some “ don’t touch anything i’m tryna get outta here quick 🙂”

DEFINITELY ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO WILL SPAZ IF YOU HOLD ONTO THE CART

y’all would be just looking in the snack isle and then when it’s time to go you’d grip the side of the cart while he pushes it and as soon as you do it he comes to a complete stop and is like “get yo hand off my shit 😃” or “GET OFF THE CART 🤬”

you’d get a few stares no lie

but you decided to do this trend while he was looking at chips or something idk

heard the facetime sound and was like wth we are in a store

as soon as the man starts talking he looks over at you SO FAST

does the face that moms do when they tell you to stop actin up in the store and says “ give me your phone. now. 👹”

tries to get it from you but you give in and tell him it was a prank

“you’re not getting SHIT for dinner lol starve 🤪”

ends up feeding you anyway unfortunately

asahi

was probably in the shower

you didn’t even mean to do it to him honestly

you were just scrolling through tiktok and it ended up playing it by accident

homeboy comes out the shower right when it plays and FREEZES

you felt his presence so you look behind you and he’s just standing there in his towel awkwardly

“🧍”

most likely just laughs it off

brings it back up before y’all sleep

you bust out laughing which kinda makes him feel better no cap

you weren’t getting defensive so that was a good sign

LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE “🌝” AFTER YOU EXPLAIN IT WAS A TIKTOK

MANS SAID SAY LESSSS AND ROLLS OVER TOLAYS ON TOP OF YOU

he a huge ass man so have fun wit that 😜

tanaka

honestly already saw it lol

i can imagine tanaka on his phone all the damn time especially when he’s home like the bitch is always in his mf hand

so you’d be sitting on a bench outside a store waiting for his sister to pick y’all up

he’s already scrolling through tiktok lmao

y’all talked for a good 15 minutes but then it was “cool down” time yk what i mean

you being on your phone you come across the trend and you’re just SO sure it’s gonna work you’re just thinking “oh yeah, this is gonna get em’ 😼”

he kinda just dies inside a little when he hears the facetime ringing like he knows you guys aren’t really talking rn but damn you really left him to his phone huh 😢

hears the voice and at first he is VISIBLY CONFUSED

forces himself to think for a split second and realizes “ohhhh it’s that video”

says “oh i saw that lol”

you know when you send someone something and they say they already saw it

yeah this is the same feeling

if you pout he’ll slide over to your end of the bench and smother you

his sister ends up having to yell at y’all to get in because you weren’t listening

nishinoya

✨pherell ✨

feral but spicy 😼

nah dude just crazy

chases you around the house

it’s like ring around the rosy but with furniture but also if he catches you you’re 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹

it started when you turned your phone volume up so he’d hear it from the kitchen

it ECHOES and you just cringe at how you KNOW his ass heard it 😃

USED TO BE DOING THE DISHES KEY WORDS USED TO

AS SOON AS THE CLANKING STOPPED YOU FR GOT SCARED SKSOSN

LIKE THERES NO GOING BACK NOW

you hear his footsteps and don’t even wait for him to get there you just run 🏃‍♀️ 💨

EVERYTIME YOU LOOK BEHIND YOU YOU SEE HIM “ 👹” AND ITS SCARY

I CANT BRETGW

FINALLY GRABS YOUR ARM AND YOU ALMOST HAVE A HEART ATTACK BECAUSE OF THE SUDDEN DOOM

you are QUICK to tell him it was fake

probably gives you wet willies when you least expect them throughout the rest of the day

you have to guard yourself around him now

it’s like whenever someone tickles you and then you flinch when they move because you think they’ll do it again

ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO HAS THE NERVE TO SAY “what’re you flinching for? 🤣😈” OH MY GOD

hinata

taking care of his sister for the weekend while his parents are on vacation

you were invited but you were going to come to his house either way because his little sister LOVES you

you get her in on it honestly

so you’re sitting on the couch and going over the plan while hinata is fixing up snacks

he can’t really hear y’all from the kitchen so it’s perfect

the plan is now in full affect

his little sister casually strolls into the kitchen and says “who’s that guy y/n is talking to?”

THIS DUMBASS RUNS TO YOU BUT TRIPS OVER HIS SISTERS SHOES SHE LEFT IN THE HALLWAY EARLIER

by the time he gets to you it’s the “what’s good shawty” and before you could turn around he grabs your phone from behind the couch and it SCARES THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU

learns it’s fake and is all like oh wooooow

complains about getting tag teamed

comes up with ways to get you back and tells his sister but she keeps tattling on him 😔

tsukishima

YALL OM SO SORRY BUT I CANT SAY NUN BOUT THIS MAN EXCEPT FOR THAT FACT THAT HED JUST BE LIKE “this bitch tried it 🙄” LIKE AJAKAKJ

i feel like you’d be hanging out at his house working on a project or something and y’all took a break

he’d hear the facetime noise and just “😐” LIKE HE KNOWS YOU AIN CALLING SOEMONE WHEN YOUR TRYINF TO FINSIH A PROJECT

heard the “what’s good shawty” and goes “pfft”

mans knows you playin because you really thought you was just gon bust that out outta nowhere

probably thinks you’re dumb 💀

like if you were actually cheating on him you’d be smart enough not to answer your other mans call right? he hopes so

pack it up mr. peabody and sherman 🙄

yamaguchi

poor baby

was cuddling with you 😔

it hurted to play the sound but you had to

when it first started, he was perfectly content with you being on the phone like he was honestly about to fall asleep with his head on your stomach anyway 😌

he was zoning in and out trying to watch the movie y’all put on

then the dude started talking and ISJAN POOR BABYYYY

raises his head up like 🥺

YOU HAVE TO TELL HIM ITS NOT REAL IMMEDIATELY

APOLOGIZE NEOW 😡

whines your name

“y/nnnnnn 🙁”

he’s still groggy from being tired but tries to make a mad face

looks cute instead

like super super cute

you had to give him kisses 😤

kageyama

literally didn’t even fucking hear it SKAKJKS

i feel like he would just be doing something and either not care or not hear it AT ALL

he was on The Game ™ and in the middle of a hard part at that

you played that shit with a smirk on your face and he gives you nothing 😎

doesn’t even turn around

doesn’t even glance 👀🚫

you are flabbergasted

appalled

astonished

this bitch get on your nerves on god 😀

and when you tell him what you were trying to do earlier he’s like 🤨

kageyama would literally be the FACE of “chile anyways”

what if he like smacked you upside the head with the CONTROLLER MAKAJWJ BRUH IM DTING

“this bitch tried it 🙄” pt.2

#THIS TOOK FOREVER SK #IM STILL ALIVE #IVE JUST BEEN IN SCHOOL #haikyuu boys #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyū!! #haikyu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #haikyuu tobio #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu hinata #haikyu hcs #hcs #hq headcanons #hq tobio #hq tanaka #hq tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #kageyama scenario #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio #daichi sawamura #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi #tanaka headcanons

[svnarintaro]

idk

authors note: i am honestly kinda want to do some matchups for funzies so maybe shoot some asks if you guys want to :) [i do not claim to have written the song and all credit for the song goes towards the composer] plus i only did the first half of the song so ooPS :)

synopsis: have you never thought anything of your questionable relationship with midoriya, were you friends with benefits? were you two in a relationship? you just did not know. all you could feel were those little butterflies.

song: idk by highvyn

warnings: slight angst? kinda fluffy?

word count: 1.1k

midoriya izuku x !gn! reader

you looked at me 

your eyes they started wandering

his eyes were just lingering on you, everything you did just gave him pure joy just by watching you continue on with your day in peace. they danced around his classmates to find you the moment he walked in through the door, the given moment your eyes locked together you could see an ominous blush on his face, his eyes falling towards your feet and crawling back up, taking in every moment to really appreciate how you looked at the given moment. 

he didn’t know how to talk to you.

i never thought we’d 

ride the same wave

midoriya didn’t expect you to confess to each other about how you felt about him on a faithful night where the two of you were coming home from a long day of training and you two of you stopped to eat an ice cream sandwich. he remembers how the sky looked, how the pink blended with the yellow and the sun was nestling into place. you sat yourself on a swing rocking back and forth. 

“hey izuku?” you asked the boy next to you, your heart started to quicken from what you were about talk about, “yeah?”  letting it off your chest, you took it in a quick breath, “screw it- for past month izuku i think i might like you..” that’s when midoriya dropped his ice cream, his hands were shaking, no one has ever admitted their feelings. ‘shoot i screwed that up,’ you thought, you knew it was the worse idea to confess but you couldn’t keep it in anymore. izuku never had a person confess to him since he was five and that girl said she would marry him and then threw sand at him the next day. sure he often felt flushed around you but he didn’t know if he liked you back. “y-y/n-” “look i’m gonna go so just forget what i said, so let’s just keep our relationship at a friendship and no further.” you smiled as you turned around and ran home

your rippling 

you told me that i was in your dream 

a week later after avoiding izuku you could finally not hide when he walked into the room, he was fast asleep and and mumbling. it was absolutely adorable in your eyes. “y/n.. come back, you didn’t let me speak last time..” your eyes widened as you processed what he said in his sleep, ‘was he thinking right now?’ and as you were about to wake izuku up, iida already had beat you to it. you were just wondering, what was going on in his head.

i’m wondering:

is this what it seems?

midoriya was trying to look past the fact that you confessed to him last week but it kept replaying inside of his head, he just wished that he could’ve said something before you ran off. he wished that he finally was in touch with how he felt, he wished that things were different. he wished to have told you that he felt the same.

our feelings coincide

just stop playin’

playing truth or dare to pass time, was one of the worst ideas of the century, “midoriya, truth or dare?” tsu questioned, not wanting to risk saying his feelings out loud since you were playing too, “d-dare.” tsu was really trying to think of something that wasn’t too cynical for him, but enough to cause embarrassment. “put someone’s name in your instagram bio with hearts and everything for two days.” your ears perked up at the sound of the dare, you just hoped that you were going to be the name.

i’m not a psycho, psycho 

hoping my name is in you bio, bio 

you watched midoriya typing the name on his phone, with your legs crossed, you slipped your phone in the space so that you could check, and you kept refreshing until you saw the name on his instagram, “done!” midoriya peeped up. his heart was perpetuating out of his chest, he hoped and prayed that you were not on instagram just yet so he can spare himself from embarrassment. he knew that the had feelings for you then and there, you were all he could think about and your name was the first thing to pop into his head.

‘y/n <3′ 

there it was, there was your name, you honestly thought that you were going to see uraraka’s name instead. you had to hold your smile so you didn’t look like a maniac, you hoped this was a sign that it there was something there, you prayed again and again that he meant it, that it meant something. you felt hopeful.

there ain’t no telling where this might go 

but why cant we communicate?

it has been a month and the name was still there, you noticed how he would still avoid you but stare at you during class but refused to look you in the eye. at this point it was a running inside joke between everyone in class 1-a. “how long do you think he won’t confess to y/n already?” denki chuckled. but little did they know midoriya was around the corner listening on their conversation, he needed to make a plan to talk to you about how he feels. 

cause in my head i see us

intertwined, no track of time

stay up till’ the sun come

hand in mine, butterflies

go dumb when we on one

“how long do you think it will take for him to get out of this trance of his and actually eat his food?” iida whispered to todoroki, “40 minutes tops, he really is brilliant to hero work but a complete airhead when it comes to y/n.” midoriya was making heart eyes as he daydreamed about you and him walking together hand in hand, on a date, happy. now he needed to tell you how he felt. how he wanted nothing but you in his arms.

later on he was texting todoroki about his confession, hoping to get anything out of the local pretty boy. ‘so what are you going to do about this??’ todoroki asked, and proceeded to double text ‘you really need to make up a solid game plan.’ midoriya’s hands were sweaty, he really liked you and he was just wanted you two to be together again. ‘i need help here todoroki, what can i do to make it up to them?’ todoroki face palmed, “what an idiot,” and proceeded text him again, ‘well do you know where to start?’ midoriya texted back with this:

‘yeah but, idk’

todoroki practically gagged at how sappy midoriya was being, “feelings are kinda gross..”

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #bnha oneshots #mha oneshots #midoriya #izuku #midoriya izuku #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya imagines #izuku imagines

[oisaaac]

“ Six feet under ”

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Summary: Crowley decides to pay a little visit to his one and only love.

Warnings: angst, character death, sad boi crowley

Notes: English isn't my native language, so sorry for any mistakes this hasn't been proofread either.

This is very out of the blue and maybe a little cliché idk, but i hope some of you enjoy it nonetheless <3

kinda off from the original show plot but try to bare with me uwu

inspired from billie eilish's song 'six feet under'

Help, I lost myself again

But I remember you

Thick heavy grey clouds shrouded above the cemetery as if it read Crowley's mood. It was the same heavy weight he felt everyime he decides to pay you a visit. The same weight that seems to get heavier as time ticks by.

It had been a year since you died. A year that seems to be dreadfully longer than the time Crowley stayed above earth.

It was always a reminder for him how different his celestial form is from a human being like you. You always joked around that he had to see you die at some point—with grey hair and wrinkling skin while he didn't age even a bit, yet look where he is now.

He didn't expect it to come too soon, too fast, too sudden and too painful. It made him think what was really God's ineffable plan? He couldn't even ask it himself. Besides it was ineffable after all.

He should've seen this coming though. A demon falling in love with a human? Both of you knew things can't get normal. For one he was an immortal under a lot of circumstances and you on the other hand was—fragile. The moment you saw the bright light when you were brought to this world you were already hanging on a thin thread. Surviving for only a small barrowed time. Crowley always thought it was some kind of inside joke made by God, a very cruel joke.

Small droplets started to fall down from the sky as Crowley stood looking at the flowers he have in his hands.

You would've loved this. He thought to himself kneeling down on the moist grass, not bothered by the uncomfortable feeling of the contact with his jeans before staring at your grave stone.

It still feels unreal for him, seeing your name precisely carved on the stone which made his heart wrenched.

Retrace my lips

Erase your touch

It's all too much for me

But Crowley knew he would rather feel the pain in his chest over and over again rather than forget about you even if he could never be the same when he was with you.

His closest friend Aziraphale felt pity for the demon, but loving someone always has a cost to pay and he could only give much reassurance to his dear friend. Besides, he was somehow at fault considering you died in his shop trying to help him. Crowley didn't blame the angel though, knowingly you wouldn't either, but that didn't stop him from blaming himself and giving the silent treatment to the angel (which Aziraphale understood where he was coming from) for months. You would have opposed to if you knew, knowing their friendship was one of the strongest bonds you had ever seen. Luckily they were good now yet Crowley still needed more time to mourn.

You were always so kind and gentle, one of the traits Crowley loved about you. Good or bad you seem to look surpass every label knowing it was more than just what they perceive. To you Crowley isn't just the demon who had fallen to spread evil, he was your Crowley; your sassy kind hearted loving demon. He never wanted to have such vulnerability, but he let himself otherwise.

Of course he didn't regret any of it. He would need to die first before he ever regrets choosing a path with you in it. Even if he knew the moment you walked in Aziraphale's bookshop clumsily waltzing in his life only to bring this kind of pain he was currently feeling he would never choose of you not being a part of him. If only he could have had more time just one more second to see you smile, to feel your soft touch, to look directly into your loving eyes that made him feel like he was home. It sometimes brought Crowley anxiety with the thought that he didn't deserve what he was feeling with you—the joy, appreciation and love, yet you always said that he did, he did deserve happiness but the tragedy that comes with it had come unforeseen.

Blow away

Like smoke in air

How can you die carelessly?

Why did you have to go inside? Why didn't you just wait for me. You were human afterall. You weren't built to withstand heavy flames and thick smokes. You've always been so reckless for the sake of others. You knew it was dangerous, but you risked your life nonetheless.

Crowley laid the flowers near your headstone before he caressed the letters of your name closing his eyes trying to remember every detail of your face.

"Just for a second. If you're really listening to everyone's prayer then bid mine. Just for a second. Look at me you've foresaken me and let me fall into the pit yet here I am calling out for you." He looked up calling out to somebody, something or someone who was listening to his mantra. "Please!" He choked through the verge of tears. "I love her. I'll always will. If this is my sin then punish me for eternity, but let me see her just for a second." The only response a low rumble of thunder and finally the heavy clouds opened its gates letting the rain freely fall from the heavens camouflaging Crowley's tears.

They're playin' our sound

Layin' us down tonight

And all of these clouds

Crying us back to life

But you're cold as a night

It was no use. You're gone. The pain settled in his chest eating his insides. It was his punishment after all.

Crowley was soaked by the time he was snapped out of his small trance. He fixed the flowers on your grave before putting the individual red rose in the middle remembering how much you loved that red flower then grabbing the old ones to dispose them before standing up and taking one last glance of you until his next visit.

He whispered his promise that he would come back over and over for the rest of his eternity, he had all the time in his hands anyways.

Six feet under

I can't help but wonder

If our grave was watered by the rain

Bloom

Bloom

Again

Crowley turned around to head over his bentley only to be met by your e/c eyes. He didn't even realized his grip on the flowers loosened as he blinked once, twice, more than enough to make sure he wasn't seeing things while raining and there you were like an epiphany standing on your red dress drenched in rain smiling like an idiot at him. You took deliberate steps closing in the gap between the two of you while you kept your eyes locked on his yellow serpent eyes that you grew to love.

"Y/n," Crowley whispered still trying to figure out how.

"Crowley," You put your hand on his cheeks caressing his wet skin with your thumb. You didn't even understood how, but you were happy. You missed him so much that you didn't say another word and just leaned in connecting your lips with his he didn't respond at first, but slowly he recognized you. It was really you, his beloved y/n. He had so many questions hanging on the back of his head, but he didn't dare to utter any of them. He didn't want to let you go and waste whatever miracle it was that brought you here.

All the muscles in each of your bodies molded into one. You and Crowley were in sync like a melody that you both practiced over and over again. Your hands made its way on the back of his neck tangling your fingers on his wet ginger locks, Crowley's hands gripped you tight yet at the same time gently trying not to break you under his touch. The intensity of yearning and all the other emotions that comes with it all swirled into one.

Out of breath you both parted staring at eachothers eyes. "I love you too." You softly spoke your truth.

Maybe whatever was up there was really listening. Either way Crowley held on you to the very last second of your borrowed time.

"We'll be together again someday." You reassured him while you smiled. Crowley just studied your face and for the first time in a while genuinely smiled and was happy. And it was enough as goodbye for the both of you... for now.

Help, I lost myself again

But I remember you

Kinda long A/N: honestly idk what to feel about this if its good or not in my 19 years of existence i always wrote fanfics imagines and stuffs but usually i usually put it up then delete it later because i dont have any confidence of my work but im trying again. this is my first time posting in tumblr though.i hope this is good, like it gave you feels because it did when i wrote it. please don't kill me that i made crowley straight oof 🥺 sorry for any mistakes again! thank you for taking time on reading this and if you reblog and press the heart thingy thank you so much i will love you forever 💕

#crowley x reader #crowley #anthony j crowley #good omens #david tennant #aziraphale #crowley imagine

[knives-out20]

TiO - Bobby & The Buddies

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairing: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, StarBeep, DeepSpace,

Warnings: This is normal procedure now, Swearing, Faggotry, Gay shit idk, Homosexual tendencies, Another weird dark joke,

Notes: a ha ha...enjoy. Song used is TiO by Zayn. Dolly is an OC that belongs to my buddy, Dio.

Dedicated To: @mori-ohs​

Bobby practically put his lips against his mic, crooning into it. “I can taste it on your mouth, and I can’t leave it. You’re a freak like me- can’t you see? We can work this something out, and I’m believin’...You get off on me, it’s like cheating” he shrugged, pulling away to let Deep take control of the song he mainly wrote himself- Bobby helped with the sound of it, but the lyrics were all him.

“I, I, I, I just want to watch you when you take it off” Deep purred, eyes falling softly closed. His fingers strummed against his guitar as he saw fit, just like how he planned. “Take off all your makeup, baby, take it off-”

Bobby and Beep caught each other glanced over at Ace. “You know?” Bobby mouthed to him.

“You do too?” Beep mouthed back.

“Did I not yell ‘hypocrite’ the other day?”

“Take off all your clothes, and watch you take it off~”

“Fair” Beep mouthed, shrugging.

Bobby, Deep, and Beep sang “take if off, take it off, baby, just take it off” twice, Deep controlling the next verse.

“Push me up against the wall, don’t take it easy” Deep grabbed his mic stand, shaking his head. “You like it hard like me...it’s what you need” he scoffed, smirk just about noticeable.

“Nice song?” Peep asked, appearing by Ace.

“Let’s get naked and explore, our inner secrets. For what it is,”

Ace crossed his arms, looking down at him. “Surprising coming from you- doesn’t your brother singing like that make you uncomfortable?”

“It’s what it is.”

“I mean, duh” Peep playfully rolled his eyes. “But, you gotta suck it up. You’re in a band with family, can’t get in the way of the fact that you’re in a band, full stop.”

Ace nodded in agreement.

Peep looked up at him, wondering if he truly was unaware that the song’s main element was the fact that Deep wrote it about him.

Deep repeated the chorus, Damien taking on the next line.

AKA, “Take it off, take it off, baby just take it off.”

Bobby carried on with “take it off, take it off, just-”

“Take it off, take it off, baby just take it off- take it off, baby just take it off” Deep sang, a hint of genuine pleading in his voice. His eyes were still closed, who knows what was happening behind his eyelids?

“Ow!” Bobby exclaimed, the Buddies giggling all around him.

“He always do that?” Gene asked, appearing beside Peep.

Peep jumped, holding Ace’s arm as if he was gonna protect her.

Ace grinned.

“Uh- yea. Either to make us laugh, or if it’s part of a- of a suggestive song- like this one. It’s kinda his thing, y’know?”

Gene looked her up and down, nodding and walking off.

“God.” Peep sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, Ace.”

“No worries, Peep” Ace pat her head.

Deep straightened out his fingers, trailing them slowly up his microphone stand in a suggestive manner. “I just can’t wait, to see it all- I’m so turned on.”

“And it’s all mine” Bobby purred.

“I just can’t wait, to see it all- I’m so turned on” Deep riffed ‘on’, Peep, Bobby, and Beep catching Ace’s impressed expression from behind his excessive makeup. 

Deep delivered the final chorus, the other men of the Buddies taking on vocalizations, echoes, and backing vocals. He panted silently when he finished, hearing Frankie tap his drumstick together in applaud.

Ace joined in, with actual applaud. “Sick shit, Deep!” He called.

Deep chuckled, turning to look over his shoulder. “Ah, thanks” he nodded, the attention from the others slowly leaking off of him and onto other things. “Hey, Ace, wanna hear something?”

“You know it” Ace grinned, pointing at Deep with both pointer fingers. He walked towards Deep, towering over the man because of his platformed boots.

“I went to the store to buy some condoms. When I went to the checkout, the lady asked me, do I need a paper bag? I said ‘no, I’ll just turn out the lights.’“

Ace exploded in hyena-like laughter, some of the Buddies laughing along because they overheard. He doubled over, grabbing Deep’s shoulder to help him keep steady.

Deep looked at Ace’s hand on his shoulder, blushing lightly. Slowly, he put his hand over Ace’s to ‘keep it from slipping’, if he were to get asked why. 

Ace put his other hand on Deep’s other shoulder, pushing on them to help him stand back up. “Wow, man- wow,” he panted, dumbed down to a fit of giggles. “You ‘n’ your siblings really know your shit, huh? Joke-making and lyric-writing...what more could anyone want?”

Deep got his hopes up with that, eyes going slightly wide. “Wow, I mean- I dunno. Charisma? Looks? Good in the sack?”

Ace shrugged. “If you can make someone laugh, there’s a chance that’ll be all you need.”

Deep felt his hopes reach as high up as the heavens. “Y’think so?”

“I know so. Hey, you should tell that to your brother. He tryin’ so hard to get to Starchild? Crack a joke or two, funny is sexy.”

Deep nodded obediently, “yea, sure, I’ll tell ‘im.”

“Good boy” Ace purred, patting Deep’s head and walking away.

Deep watched, same as always. Blue eyes trailing from the broad shoulders of Ace’s silly spaceman outfit, to dangerously loitering around his narrow waist.

“Snap out of it” Maria scoffed, shoving Deep.

Deep rolled his eyes. He turned around, seeing Beep talking to Starchild a way’s away from the stage.

“How’s your lil’ crushy-dushy going?” Bobby giggled, chin on Deep’s shoulder.

“‘Crushy-dushy’?”

 Bobby platonically kissed Deep’s cheek. “Uh-huh, and ‘crushy-bushy’ for Beep. I need a name as stupid as the idea that you two fell for a couple of our employers. Why can’t you be more like your sister-”

“Like I haven’t heard that enough in my life-”

“Shut up,” Bobby snickered, dragging out the ‘u’ in ‘up’. “Anyways, Derek, why can’t Benji and you be more like her, and simply be scared shitless of Gene, leaving him for Dolly to take care of?”

Deep scoffed. “Rats, my bad for falling for people using the feelings I can’t fuckin’ control. Whatever shall I do?” He dramatically apologized.

Bobby kissed his teeth, playing with the tassels on his jacket. “Steal a pair of my gogo boots-”

“You have more than one?”

“You don’t?” Bobby jokingly shot back. “Steal a pair and be closer to Ace’s height. Simple.”

“Then what?”

“Well, start playin’ this new single and start feelin’ and touchin’ and kissin’ and-”

“Okay, okay, I don’t need to hear what a usual night between you and Cliff is like” Deep teased.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“No thank you.”

“I’d shove you but clearly, I’m not the one you want pushing you against walls, eh?”

“...Touche.”

“Push me up against the wall” Bobby crooned as he turned around, smiling as he watched Ace talk to Peter. “Ace’s my favourite, but don’t tell the others that I said that. You made a good choice. Now you just gotta catch it.”

“I know that.”

Bobby turned Deep to face him. “I believe in ya, Deep. Honestly. I believe in you ‘n’ Beep almost as much as I believe in Cliff ‘n’ me. Cliff ‘n’ me, we’re eternal. I believe in us more than anyone and anything in the universe. You understand, don’t cha?”

Deep nodded. “Yea, I do. Each time I see that ring he got for ya, I do.”

Bobby waved his left hand in front of Deep’s face, remembering their first conversation about it.

Bobby hopped into the the seat behind the passenger seat of Frankie’s car. ”Onward, ho!” He exclaimed, his buddies hollering along as they drove down the street. ”What’s on the plate today, prostitutes?”

Penelope, aka Peep, leaned back in the passenger seat. ”We’re hitting the roads today, doing whatever in between, and ending it off on some good ol’ cliff jumping. Kapeesh?”

Bobby nodded obediently. ”Vague, exciting. Very fresh.” He counted heads, “where’s Maria?”

Benji, aka Beep, sucked his teeth. ”On a date. Some guy named, uh, Jim? James? Heck if I know” he shrugged.

Derek, aka Deep, sat between Beep and Bobby. ”Speaking of dates, I heard someone finally tamed the wild and chaotic Bobby D. Brightside~” he teased, nudging Bobby.

“No, no, no. Someone finally tamed Cliff goddamn Booth, that’s the feat” Beep corrected. ”The dude’s a unit, and you’re telling me he popped a nice ‘n’ shiny ring for for a scrawny motherfucker from Baltimore?”

Bobby smiled sweetly, blushing at the mere thought of Cliff..

“Aw, rats- we lost Bobby. Hey! Earth to Bobby!” Deep called, nudging him.

“Eh?”

“You were gone for a second. Got a Cliff-induced smile.”

“That happens, y’know that. You got an Ace-induced grin yourself. Like how Beep’s got a Starchild-smile.”

“Well...You’re right, but Jesus, you didn’t have to say it.”

Bobby laughed. “I know y’both mean well, I do. Just...tread lightly, alright? Love in the world of rock ‘n’ roll can prove to be dangerous at times, no matter the people involved” he sucked his teeth. “And trust me, people can do some...weird shit, for love” Bobby winced. “I happen know from experience” he added, remembering the adrenaline rush he got from the night he strangled Billie Booth, in that fateful alleyway, on the fateful night that he got away with her murder.

And to this day, not a single person knows he killed her. No one. Not Cliff, Rick, the Buddies, KISS, MJ, Dolly, Soup, Emil, Floyd, Bruce, no one. And it’s gonna stay that way.

“Don’t- Don’t fall into that weird, scary pit. Okay? Same goes for Beep” Bobby asked, pointing over at Beep and waving at him.

Deep arched a brow, but decided not to ask any questions. 

Bobby hasn’t been very secretive about his past, so anything he hasn’t told the Buddies, Deep assumed it must be something too personal.

Deep understands that. He nodded. “Got it, Bobster.”

Bobby smiled, patting Deep’s cheek. “Atta boy, Deep.”

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