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[sanjoongie]

Shadows and Light~

🦹‍♂️For my Year of the Villains Collab 🦹‍♀️Pairing: Choi San x OC. Featuring Yunho, Yeosang, Hongjoong and Rose from Blackpink 🦸‍♂️Genre: Superhero/villain au 🦸‍♀️Word Count: 8,359 🦹‍♂️Warnings: tentacle porn!, sex with a barrier, nipple play, double penetration, oral (m and f receiving), anal, pain kink, m and f orgasm 🦹‍♀️Rated: 18+ mdni, mentions of death, blood, physical fighting

🦸‍♂️Summary: Trio of young adults become superheroes by accident and attempt to save the world. When San betrays Violet and Yunho, and suddenly San becomes their nemesis, how will our other two heroes defeat the world of bad when one of their own is evil?

🦸‍♀️Dedication: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland​ my beta readers <3 you’ve literally built me up for this fic. i will be forever grateful for your high praise. you really make me feel like an auteur

Notes: ~Choi, San: alter ego Shadow Mort. is one with the shadows. Can use them to teleport to other shadows, can manipulate the shadows. ~Dane, Violet: alter ego Diamond Ice. Hard impenetrable skin via turning into ice. Can manipulate icicles ~Jeong, Yunho: alter ego Vulcan, like the roman god of fire. Entire body would appear like rock with lava peeking out through the cracks. Super strength and indestructible. Power to melt anything.

“You didn’t have to meet me here.”

I was sitting in a plush velvet settee as a brunette threw it back on my lap. I was a superhero and I was getting a lap dance by another superhero. No one in the strip club knew that either of us were super anything. San was simply a stripper and I was simply a VIP getting what she paid for.

“Who doesn’t enjoy getting a lap dance from their coworker?” I smiled up at San.

San deadpanned at me. “Are you serious right now?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, San, oh baby oh, please rub that cake on me,” I mimicked his deadpan tone. “No, I’m here because I needed to see you immediately. There is no later.”

San dropped the poker face and frowned at me in concern. “What’s wrong?”

I leaned forward, bracing my elbows on the tops of my legs. “There’s something wrong with Yunho.”

San blew a raspberry at me, and when I didn’t laugh, he looked at me like I was crazy. “Not golden boy Yunho? What could be wrong with him?” He said sarcastically.

“San, I’m so fucking serious right now. Please, do not joke. I’m fucking terrified.”

San dropped to his knees, the stripper outfit looked ridiculous right now but somehow he made it work. “Talk to me.”

“When you ran after that thug from the human trafficking ring, and left us with the rest of them, Yunho almost--” I pressed my lips inward. 

“Almost what?” San tilted his head so he could meet my eyes, “Almost what, Violet?”

“San, he almost beat someone to a pulp,” I said, tears pulling at the corners of my eyes. 

“Shit,” San stood up, cursing quietly. “Listen, you know how much this job gets to him.”

“It’s not the same, San!” I shouted at him, standing up as well. My fists were clenched tight. It took everything in me to not use my powers as an outlet to release the feelings inside of me. “He didn’t look angry. He didn’t look like he was in pain. He looked like he was about to enjoy it!”

San wrapped his arms around me. “Violet, you don’t know that for certain. Your powers are not to read minds.”

There was a tiny piece of me that wanted to lie my head on San’s shoulder and let him tell me everything was okay. But that was not who I was. I protected; I wasn’t the one receiving protection. I shook San off of me, taking a step back, and clearly drawing the line. “I know what I saw, San. Something is wrong with Yunho. We need to confront him.”

San smiled tightly at me. “Okay. How about you sleep on it and we’ll talk in the morning. I’ve got a shift to complete and your time is just about up.” San slipped on a smirk, his real mask, not the one he wore as Shadow Mort. “Unless you want to reup and I can take your mind off of Yunho.”

I breathed in and out deeply. “No, I’d rather not watch you rub yourself against my nonexistent dick, thanks. I’ll see you later.”

That was the last time I saw San as a part of my team. As it turned out, there was nothing wrong with Yunho and everything wrong with San. Through a series of events that I was powerless to prevent, San quickly became the enemy and not an ally. It was up to Yunho and I to save the world after that. 

xxx{Present Time}xxx

“I can’t say I’m sorry my real life job has brought us together,” Yunho raised an eyebrow at me.

I was a professional. I could do this. “Yunho, don’t,” I hissed, eyes looking around for anyone who could interpret what Yunho had said as something more. Yunho raised his camera to his eye, closing the other one and focusing on me. “Everyone knows to keep out of my area while I’m working. They’re probably on their phones or out getting food. You’re fine.”

“I’m not fine, Yunho.” I pulled at the low dip in my new superhero suit. “This is really revealing.”

“You look gorgeous in it, Violet,” Yunho murmured gently.

I pursed my lips in annoyance. “I can’t believe you convinced me to let Illusions sign us. We don’t need a company running marketing on us. I didn’t need a new suit!”

“You know we needed an image lift after San,” Yunho reassured me, the same thing he told me a bazillion times before I had signed the contract with a company to help us become more like a business and less of a superhero group. 

I raised the long gloves that clung to my upper arms, doing the pose that I typically did when I produced my icicle powers. “Is this good enough, Mister Photographer?”

A satisfied smile pulled at Yunho’s lips. “Perfect.”

Goosebumps covered my skin and I was the last person that could get cold, considering I could turn all my skin into ice. “I really hate this suit, Yunho.”

“Yeah, well, it tested with a 97 percent positive with everyone between the ages of sixteen and fifty, men and women, so you’ve been outvoted. Besides--”

“Mister Jeong,” His curvy assistant interrupted us, “We’re grabbing lunch, shall I get your usual?”

Yunho put his camera down and pushed a hand through his hair, “Thank you, Melisandre. That would be great.”

“And for you, Miss… Ice?” The assistant didn’t know how to formally speak to a superhero, seeing as how she couldn't know my real name. The perks of being a superhero in disguise.

“She’ll have the same as me,” Yunho winked at Melisandre and then raised his camera back up, clearly dismissing his assistant.

I tilted my head and smiled fakely at Yunho. “And how would you know if I wanted the same thing as you, Mister Jeong?”

“I know a thing about blondes,” Yunho grinned behind the camera.

“I’m sure you do,” I scoffed, “However, I’m not blonde. My hair is white from my first transformation. You would know that if you had done your research before photographing me.”

The studio held their breath. Shit. Here I had been scolding Yunho for breaking our cover and it was me who was forgetting that we were simply two professionals working together, not two friends and superheroes who knew each other for years. 

“You’re right,” Yunho said softly, “How silly of me.”

I expected the tension to release but it was like the entire staff were holding their breath. Yunho walked closer, so close that he could whisper into my ear. “They’re expecting me to yell at you because photographer Yunho is known for his intense temper. Now, we’re having this conversation because I’m going to play it off as me threatening you coldly, which is what they fear more. Now, this is my domain, and I’m sorry for that, but you are not above me, Violet. Here you are Diamond Ice and I have the ability to make you look good for this shoot or make you look horrible. Please let me do my job.”

I missed the days when we didn’t have to act. I missed… “Yes, Sir,” I said contritely. 

Yunho smiled at me, sunshine and forgiveness. “Of course, Diamond. Now, I’m going to need you to look at me like you are inviting me to your bed. Sex sells, you know.”

“The fuck was that Yunho, seriously?” I put a hand on his chest and halted him hours later after we had wrapped up and left the Illusion’s Tower. 

“I take my real world job very seriously,” Yunho said, his voice dropping lower.

“You know how hard it’s been for me!” I shouted, contrasting his voice, “Why did you make me take those kinds of photos!”

“The world wants a sexy Diamond Ice in her glittery skin, flirting with the camera.” Yunho’s eyes became hooded, taking a step closer. “I’m the genius photographer, remember?”

“You were weird today,” I shook my head, “It’s like before--”

Yunho’s eyes flashed, “Like before what, Violet?”

“Forget it,” I said under my breath.

Yunho’s skin began to crack as his hand reached for my jaw. Heat radiated from those cracks and his skin started to appear like rock and lava. “Don’t you trust me, Violet? Didn’t I say I would fix this?”

“I haven’t turned my skin to ice yet, have I?” I met Yunho’s gaze with a level one of my own. Actions spoke louder than words, and the fact that I hadn't moved to protect myself really did speak that I trusted Yunho using his powers against me.

Yunho’s hand dropped and he ran the same hand that had been reaching for me through his hair. “You really know how to get under my skin, don’t you?”

I poked my cheek angrily, “We are fire and ice, aren’t we?”

Yunho laughed humorlessly, “That we are.”

I licked my lips. There was something wrong here. “Yunho--”

Yunho and mine’s wrist transmitters both went off at the same time. “No time, Violet.”

All I saw were the words break in and Horizon Labs and my blood truly did run cold. “It can’t be--”

Yunho smirked, “It’s a good thing we had you photograph in your suit, huh, Diamond Ice?”

I threw a half-hearted glare at my partner. “Now is not the time to rub it in, Vulcan.”

Horizon Labs were surrounded by every emergency vehicle in the city. Yunho was talking to the swat team captain on a strategy. Shadow Mort, aka San, was inside the labs. No one knew his purpose but it couldn't be anything good. The last time we had all been here…

“You don’t have to go in there,” Yunho said softly, coming up behind me and placing a hand on my lower back. 

“I do,” I shook my head stubbornly, “He can’t get away again, Yunho.”

“Let’s do what we’ve been practicing,” Yunho suggested.

I shook my head again. “No. It’s still too dangerous. We could hurt the very people here that are looking to help. I won’t do it at the risk of other lives.”

Yunho placed both hands on my shoulders. “Violet, the last time you hesitated--”

“Yunho,” I said, anger making my lips tremble, “I go to sleep every night with a reminder of what happened. I don’t need you to remind me.”

Yunho nodded his head briskly. “Then let's get in there and get San.”

Inside the lab, I rotated two icicles, in anticipation I’d see San first and pin him to the wall. As long as the bright lights of the lab reflected off my ice skin, there should be no shadows for San to use. Or that’s what I kept telling myself as I took step by step, looking for my old partner.

“Violet.”

My two icicles went flying but they did not catch San like I had planned. Instead, because of my rash decision, they broke a light in the process of ricocheting off the wall. Now there were more shadows than light and San had the upper hand.

“Violet.”

“How dare you say my name,” I said, barely choking out.

San rose from the shadows on the floor, his long cloak of Shadows clinging to him in protection. His dark eyes shone from his cowl. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

“I’m going to stop you this time, San. I swore on my sister’s grave!” I shouted. I formed ten more icicles that all formed a halo above me. “You’re not getting away this time.”

San ignored me. His eyes moved behind me. “Where’s Yunho?”

I threw all my icicles at San but sunk into his shadows before they could strike him. “Careful, Diamond Ice, don’t you have an image to uphold? Justice and honor, and all that?” San said from all the shadows that stained the walls of the lab.

“Yunho is the least of your worries! Or do you think I’ll simply let you wink at me and let you get away?” I hissed. 

San formed in front of me once again. “I could never wink my way out of a situation with you, Violet.”

I screamed in rage and formed as many icicles as my powers allowed. I formed them in a way to reflect the remaining light from the ceiling and zeroed it back to my ice skin. The room was covered in light for a brief moment. There were no shadows around San. Simply his human form, in his old superhero suit, tattered and torn, as if he never fixed it from the night when he turned from superhero to supervillain. 

I threw my body at him, wrapping my arms around San’s body. He was tight in my grasp and he didn’t struggle, even though the ice of my skin must have bit horribly at his exposed skin. He grunted but he didn’t try to get away. I didn’t understand. “You’re not going anywhere,” I swore again.

“You know what this reminds me of?” San said, voice tight with pain. “It’s like that night you came to my work, worried about Yunho. Do you remember when you let me hold you for a few minutes?”

“I had no idea who you really were,” I sneered at San. Icicles formed again around me, ready to stop him from fleeing. 

“No but you knew who Yunho was, didn’t you, Violet?” San replied back quickly.

I abruptly let go of San, shook running through all my nerves. I had to look at San’s face. “Of course I know who he is. Why are you so obsessed with Yunho, all of a sudden?”

“He’s always been obsessed with me.”

Yunho stepped into the lab from behind San, through another entrance. San laughed mirthlessly, “I knew you were skulking about somewhere, Golden Boy.” Somehow, San made his old nickname for Yunho sound like an insult.

Yunho jerked his head sharply. “Violet, back away from San. You know exactly what he’s really capable of.”

“I can’t hold this light much longer,” I said through gritted teeth, “Melt some concrete and capture him.”

“Capture him?” Yunho grinned. “Why aren’t you trying to kill him?”

“She tried that already.” San’s eyes wouldn’t leave mine even though he was talking to Yunho. 

“Then why isn’t he dead, Violet?” Yunho demanded.

The corner of San’s lip lifted into a smirk. “Because she isn’t a killer, Yunho.”

“This ends here, San. You’re going to be convicted for your crimes. You’re going to remain in Sector One Prison for the remainder of your life and then Rosé’s spirit might rest.” 

I used the rest of my powers to add in more icicles in the air so that the light reflecting was almost blinding, if not for my goggles that protected me. San raised his arms to cover his eyes, not used to not having his shadow cloak for protection. Or, that’s how it used to work when we were teammates. Now I had to think of him as the enemy. 

xxx {Flashback} xxx

“You know, the tabloids are having a field day with trying to figure out who you’re romantically interested in.” San manipulated the shadows, using his many shadow-arms to free people from the collapsing subway track. 

“Oh, didn’t you see? Reporter Kang has an exclusive. He has proof that we are a polyamorous relationship. Once, Yunho brought your head to his and he’s convinced we’re all fucking each other.” I used my ice powers to temporarily connect the tracks again.

“Is now really the time for this?” Yunho grunted. He finished cooling the concrete he had used to trap the criminals responsible for the explosions. 

San frowned. “I have to now! Once we wrap up here, you’ll go back to your photoshoot, Violet will disappear to her museum and I’ll be--”

“Wearing a banana sling for some cougar’s wild night out,” I grinned. 

San protested, “I make good money on those nights!”

I couldn't wipe my smile off my face. “I bet you do.”

“Enough!” Yunho said rather firmly, effectively shutting up San and I. “Make sure some of the people you saved stay around for statements. I’m gonna remain here to make sure the criminals go to the authorities. Diamond, why don’t you deal with the reporters?”

“Yeah, because I'm the best public speaker,” I said, rolling my eyes, but doing the task nonetheless.

“Diamond, Diamond!” The crowd of reports beginning to accrue behind the police ‘do not cross’ lines screamed at me once they saw me approach.

I put on my best friendly smile and held up both my hands, “The police will be releasing the official statement. Please be patient.”

“Diamond, is it true that the Justice Trio are all dating each other?” A reporter called out.

“Is it true that you and Shadow filmed a tentacle porn together?”

“Is it true that Vulcan has to use his powers in order to fuck you?”

The personal comments chipped away at me one by one but still my smile remained on my face. “No personal questions will be answered at this time. Please stay behind the lines and the police chief will be with you shortly.”

I moved away from the police lines but one particularly insistent reporter followed me from the crowd. It was none other than Kang Yeosang. “Diamond Ice!”

“Yeosang, I’m not talking to you,” I carefully folded my arms under my chest.

Yeosang smiled politely, putting away his recorder. “Off the record then.”

“Nothing’s off the record with you,” I scoffed.

“Has Vulcan ever talked to you about his childhood?” Yeosang’s dark eyes scanned my face for a reaction.

“Even if he did, I wouldn’t be talking about it to you. Goodbye, Reporter Kang.” I spun on my heel and went back to my partners.

“Ask him about Sunrise Flats, Diamond Ice. Your life depends on it.”

Those last words sent a chill down my spine but I dismissed it. Yeosang wasn’t a true reporter, he was just looking for the shock factor. He wanted a new photo for his tabloid, with me shocked and the title something like “Vulcan, test tube baby! Diamond devastated!”. He’d done an exposé on me once, claiming I was an alien from outer space. I couldn't take anything Yeosang said seriously.

San waved me over as he saw I was done with the press. “We’re almost wrapped up over here. Do you want to go back to HQ together?” 

My eyes searched for Yunho but he was walking behind the police chief. It looked like they were about to make the official statement. Yunho had it covered. I nodded my head. “I want to put some stuff into our database. Let’s go.”

I lifted my foot up, to create an ice path that I could slide with to make my way to HQ but San put a hand on my arm. “Wait,” He said, looking a little shy.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes?”

“It’s quicker if I take you with me,” San offered.

“Oh, San, I don’t think--”

“It’s faster!” San insisted. “It’ll only take a second.”

I took San’s offered hand, stepping closer to him, so close that I could smell his cologne. “That’s what he said,” I joked, trying to ease the tension in my body.

San chuckled under his breath. His shadows enveloped us both. “For the record--”

“San, I do not need to know,” I cut him off.

And just like that, the shadows were down and we were back at our HQ. It was an old part of the city, where the strip club had been built over. It was the main reason San was a stripper at the club. 

San smiled down at me, his dimples peeking out. “I mean you might wanna know. You never know what the future holds.”

I waved San’s comment away. “Please, we’ve got enough gossip with none of us being involved with each other in actuality. They’d have a field day if they found out some of us are actually fucking.”

San changed the subject. “What did Kang want with you? Did you confirm or deny we made tentacle porn together?”

“He mentioned something weird about Yunho,” I said, sighing and taking a seat at the database computer we used to profile the majority of the criminals we came across. “Something about Sunrise Flats?”

“I have no idea. You gonna ask Yunho? He’s pretty closed-lipped when it comes to his past.” San was behind me, leaning on the back of the chair for support.

I shook my head. “Yeosang is just probably trying to start shit. I’m not going to bite.”

“Bite me instead,” San suggested, poking his head beside mine, smiling devilishly.

“San, be serious!” I admonished him.

San sat on the lip of the desk, “I am being serious.”

“About what?” Yunho interrupted. He was smiling but it wasn’t reaching his eyes.

I felt myself paste on the same smile I usually reserved for the press. “He’s teasing me about the tabloids. You know they think you and San have a thing?”

Yunho laughed, throwing his head back. “They really love making stories about us, don’t they?” 

“Shouldn’t you be back to your photoshoot?” San raised an eyebrow at Yunho.

“Gonna ditch my suit first,” Yunho said. “Violet? You want a ride back to the museum?”

“Actually… San can just use his shadows. You don’t have to worry about me, Yunho.” I turned around in the chair. 

Yunho’s eyes appeared disapproving of the choice. “You don’t want to show up coming out of the shadows, Vi. It’s too risky.”

I smiled painfully. “You’re right. I’ll see you later, San.”

Yunho rid himself of his suit and changed into a dress shirt and a fresh pair of slacks in record time. He waited outside the other set of bathrooms from the old building in the basement we had converted to our HQ.

“If you two were seen going into the shadows together, you’re only going to fuel the tabloids more with their nonsense,” Yunho said from outside, while I was still getting dressed.

“We’re a team, Yunho, they’re always going to be looking too deep into everything we do.”

“Still,” Yunho insisted, “We should keep our noses clean.”

“Fine fine, Mister goodie-two shoes,” I agreed, “I’ll do my best not to tarnish our image.”

I walked out of the bathroom, hair in a messy bun and my business casual attire. Yunho’s eyes moved from my feet and swept up my body. When his eyes met mine, the corner of his lips pulled up. “Let’s go out for dinner before I drop you off to work.”

“I’ll just go get San--”

Yunho put a hand on my upper arm. “Just us.”

I tilted my head in confusion. “But you just said…?”

Yunho poked his cheek with his tongue. “No one knows that Jeong Yunho and Violet Dane are superheroes. We’re fine to be seen with each other.”

I clucked my tongue at him, “Yunho!” I half-heartedly scolded him.

“Is it because of that one time I put my forehead to San’s. You’re not jealous are you?” Yunho teased.

I sighed heavily, “This is what I get being a superhero team with two men.”

xxx{Present Time}xxx

It was just me, Yunho and San in the specialty-made swat truck that was transporting us all to Illusions Towers. That was our new HQ. It had a top of the line facility to hold supervillains in captivity while we questioned them. Once we arrived, the truck didn’t swing to the back but to the front doors. I sent Yunho a confused look but we both took one of San’s elbows and guided him into the tower.

The media were all over the place, of course, and low and behold, Kim Hongjoong, the CEO of Illusions, was in the lobby to greet us. He threw his arms open and was grinning ear to ear. “My pride and joy have brought in the notorious Shadow Mort.”

“Which one of you is pride and which one is joy,” San muttered under his breath.

I narrowed my eyes at the CEO, my back to the cameras at the entrance, of course. “Was this your idea?”

“Why Diamond, we need to document this momentous moment! You’re bringing in your old teammate turned villain! This will be huge for your careers!’ Hongjoong replied. I didn’t like the gleam in his eyes. 

We took photos that made my stomach turn and then we escorted San to the floor in the basement that held the cells for supervillains. 

“So, quite the upgrade from our old place, huh?” San mentioned cheerfully, as if he wasn’t about to be jailed and probably sentenced. 

Yunho didn’t spare him a glance. “At least I don’t have to smell your cologne anymore from when you visited after a shift at the titty bar.”

“Hey, I made good money off these titties!” San protested good-naturedly. He smirked and then said, “Besides, my titties aren’t making the money anymore, apparently.”

I self-consciously tugged my deep-cut suit closer. “Not by choice.”

“Oh,” San looked at me curiously, “Then who made it for you?”

“You never did know when to shut the hell up, San,” Yunho barked. 

We arrived at the cell that was going to hold San. Yunho waved his watch piece over the key fob and the door slid open flawlessly. He pushed San in, none too gently, making San stumble in. 

“Yunho, Jesus!” I scolded him, moving inside to attach the chains that would hold San in place. 

“He killed your sister, Violet. Why do you have any sympathy for him?” Yunho said, staring down his nose at San like San was beneath him.

Pain wracked through me and his features softened. “I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll go report to Hongjoong and tell him San is secure.” The gentle whoosh from the door informed me Yunho had left.

“So, not everything is peachy-keen in paradise, huh?” San lifted an eyebrow at me.

“Why do you care?” I grumbled, “Like Yunho said, you made your decision a long time ago to be bad instead of good.”

“I have always cared, Vi. It’s torn me up every day that you believed that I was a person capable of killing.”

My head snapped up to meet San’s eyes. “Because you were covered in her blood, San.”

“I held her as she died but that doesn’t mean I did it!” San shouted at me. 

I backed away slowly from San. Why was he saying this stuff to me now? “No, you’re just trying to mess with my head. Yunho said he saw you do it.”

“Vi,” San’s eyes overflowed with tears and they streamed down his cheeks. “I never killed your sister. Why don't you believe me?"

My back hit the door and it made me yelp. "Stop fucking with me, San. If you didn't kill Rosé…"

San's gaze never left my face as the blood drained from it. “Say it, Violet.”

My legs gave out and I slid to the floor. I shook my head. “No. It can’t be true.”

San leaned forward. “I can tell you everything I did from the moment you left me at the strip club the night before Rosé’s death. I can give every minute detail. But can Yunho?”

“I gotta go,” I said shakily, attempting to stand back up.

San began to panic, tugging at his chains and making a lot of noise. “Wait, Vi, don’t leave me here. I didn’t do it. Please, you know I’m not a bad person. I would have never let them lock you up for a death if you had said you didn’t do it.”

That hit me like a ton of bricks. San was standing, the chains pulling his arms backwards as he attempted to move as far as the chains would allow. His face was still tear stained and it pulled at something in my heart. I couldn't afford to believe anyone by their own words. I had to go speak with Yeosang and find out about Sunrise Flats. 

“I’m going to seek the truth, San. And if I discover you’re innocent, I will come back for you. Justice will win,” I vowed.

All of San’s energy drained from him and he sat back down on the bench against the wall, appearing defeated. “I would have believed you,” He whispered one last time.

I found Yeosang working late at the office of his publisher. I was let in without a fuss once I said I had an exclusive for Reporter Kang. The hard part was going to be getting the actual truth from Yeosang.

His eyes widened upon seeing me before his face blanked to a pleasant smile. "Diamond, how nice to see you."

"You once told me to look into Sunrise Flats. I don't have time to dig, tell me what you know," I demanded.

Yeosang shrugged. "Don't you have a certain ex-stripper in your capable hands? Isn't that enough to worry about."

"You… you know who Shadow is?" I took a step back. If he knew about San…

"Of course," Yeosang said, stretching his arms above his head.

"Then, why haven't you published it?"

Yeosang raised an eyebrow at me. "Don't have the full story yet, do I?"

"Yeosang," I growled. I grabbed a fistful of his dress shirt and heaved him out of his seat to stand. "Tell me what you know."

"How about, you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours?" Yeosang counter offered.

"What do you want?" 

"I'll tell you Yunho's origin story if you tell me yours," Yeosang smirked.

"You already know mine!" I snarled, "a meteorite from deep cold space penetrated my heart--"

Yeosang laughed. "Like I believe any of that bullshit Illusion feeds to the public. I want the real story. The nitty gritty. Give me the good stuff."

God, Yeosang was like an addict looking for his favorite drug; he was almost crazy for it. "Fine. I'll tell you. But first, what is Sunrise Flats?"

Yeosang adjusted the glasses from falling down his nose. "Sunrise Flats is where Yunho grew up. They were a set of apartment buildings. When Yunho came into his powers, he killed everyone in them. Both buildings. The wreckage was officially stated as bad infrastructure, the builders slapped with a fine and it was all conveniently swept under the rug."

"H-how many people died? There wasn't a single survivor? But we don't kill! We never kill!"

“San, he almost beat someone to a pulp,” I said, tears pulling at the corners of my eyes. 

Yeosang shrugged again. "Not a very good origin story for your golden boy captain, huh? That stupid story about falling into a volcano while his family was in Greece is much better. Chosen by the God's," Yeosang made a rude noise, "Yeah right."

"I… I have to go find Yunho." I stumbled backwards.

Yeosang's eyes widened, "Wait, what about--!"

But I was rushing out of there, barely able to keep it together. I wanted to cry, I wanted to rage. My ice skin came out to protect me but it couldn't protect me from this.

I went back to Illusions Tower only to discover Yunho was with Hongjoong. They were having a very intense discussion, albeit quiet because I couldn't hear a word of it. "Vulcan," I said his name curtly.

Without turning to address me, he said, "In a minute, Diamond."

"I know about Sunrise Flats."

Yunho, very slowly, turned around to face me. His face was unreadable. Hongjoong clucked his tongue. "I'll have to fire someone now."

Yunho’s skin began to crack. "Who told you?"

"That doesn't matter! Yunho! Please tell me you didn't--"

"I did." Yunho's eyes were dark and emotionless. "I killed all those people. That's the truth. Now. Who. Told. You?"

I felt my world crumble around me. "Then that means San was right!"

"San?!" Yunho bellowed. "I'll kill him."

I stepped in front of Yunho and I shook my head. "Haven't you ruined enough of his life?"

Yunho stared at me for a moment before casting his head back and laughing. "I haven't ruined his life enough, if this is the result of what's happened so far."

"How could you have killed Rosé and pin it on San! I thought I knew you? What hasn't been a lie between us?" I wailed helplessly.

“You were falling in love with him!” Yunho roared. His eyes were getting crazed. “I couldn't let that happen. So maybe I slipped into the group chat your sister was involved in, the support group where people had superfamily. Maybe I fed her the knowledge of where to get your blood so that she could become super too. Maybe I set up San to be the one to fall for her death. Your sister, San, they’re all the same! They were stealing you away from me. And look at us now. I’m your whole world. And it would have worked too.”

xxx {Flashback} xxx

"You know, I never thought we'd make it this far," San mused over his whiskey sour.

I crossed my legs, beside him at a bar on a stool. "What part?" I took my lilac gin cocktail from the bartender.

San sipped, eyes far away and looking inward. "Becoming a team. Finding a family. I thought I'd be alone. Everyone around me found my shadows terrifying."

I considered how I felt, enveloped in his shadows. "It feels comfortable," I shrugged.

San's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropping in shock before he schooled his features. His smirk replaced it, a gleam in his eyes, wicked and sinful. "Comfortable enough to let me touch you with them?"

I sent San a look of confusion. A hesitant smile painted my lips, waiting for him to laugh and tell me he was joking, but it never came. "San?"

He raised his eyebrows, the one with two scars that bisected it. "Oh shit," I cursed under my breath. Instead of sipping my cocktail, I downed it. "Okay, we're doing this."

"Are we?" San waited for me expectantly.

The air was palpable with anticipation. Regardless of San’s obvious flirting, or Yunho’s intense interest in me, there was always a part of me that was pulled towards San. His heart was in the right place, even if he tried to cover it up with being lecherous. But this time felt different, felt vulnerable. I wanted to pursue it, this time it was about me wanting to see the ‘what if’s’ become solid and real.

We tumbled into the hotel room that we quickly booked. A drink at a hotel bar, in celebration of a recent job well done with a true villain put behind bars and Yunho left behind to ensure it, turned into the night San and I sought if we were compatible or not. We never did wait for Yunho to show up, our selfish desires drawing us together for a night to see if this was what we both wanted.

San gripped my head between both of his hands, eyes serious. “You’re sure about this? Ten thousand percent? Because I’m about to let everything loose. I can’t--” His eyes flashed at the potential loss, “--I wouldn’t be able to handle it if you rejected me. You have to be sure.”

“Do you remember the first time we met?” I offered instead.

San’s crooked smile, the genuine one that I adored, poked out. “Yeah. I stole that lollipop for you with my shadows because the convenience store shop owner always complained that you made his store cold and froze his products.”

“Didn’t I take the lollipop from your shadow tentacle without a hint of reservation?” I pointed out.

“You’ve always trusted me, haven’t you?” San looked gobsmacked at the realization. 

“I’ve never thought you’d hurt me with them. I never thought they were tainted. They were just a part of you, San. They always have been.”

San kissed me so enthusiastically, I was lost in his lips. Both of our hands quickly discarded each other’s clothing, lips barely parting in order to do so. We were hungry for each other, it seemed. 

He shyly produced his shadow arms, only two more appendages than he normally sported. I held out my hand and he tickled my palm with one. I laughed for him and his smile became bigger. He replaced his shadow with his hand, pulling my back flush with his chest. He turned my head so he could kiss me some more, this time slower and more sensual. When I was distracted with his lips again, his hands holding my head firmly in place, his shadow arms began to tease the underside of my breasts. I moaned into his mouth when the shadows began to tighten around my nipples, playing with how perk they were.

“It’s gonna be a lot,” San murmured against my lips.

“I like a lot,” I whispered back.

San’s shadows released my nipples and wrapped around my wrists, raising my arms above my head and leaving me vulnerable. San casted his gaze up and down my body. "Ready?"

"Ready," I said firmly.

Shadows exploded from San's body, as many arms as he intended to find pleasure spots of mine. A tentacle for each nipple, a slim finger for my clit and ass, and a thick one for my pussy. Two other arms held my legs open, wrapped just under my knees to keep them bent. He had been right to warn me. One final shadow pushed into my mouth, slowly moving in and out. I was feeling so many sensations at once that my mind was simply white static noise other than the pleasure I was feeling.

I could feel San's hands run up my thighs, reassuring me that he was still here and everything was going according to plan. I opened my eyes, to find I was eye-level with his, and he looked positively radiant. Happy to be himself, happy to be with me, just plain happy. 

He removed the shadow in my mouth and it was covered with my saliva but I whimpered at the loss of the weight on my tongue. He giggled lightly. "Want the real deal?" 

"Please!" I begged immediately.

His shadows changed my position so my hands were held at the small of my back but my legs were bent behind me, toes more towards my head now. The other three tentacles working my cunt, my ass and my clit were still moving diligently. My head was now at level with his cock and I felt drool move down the corner of my mouth.

San affectionately wiped it for me. "Open wide for me, Vi."

I stuck my tongue out and San took that opportunity to rub the head of his cock there. He moaned prettily for me and then eagerly stuck his cock into my mouth. With all my control taken away from me, San could set whatever pace he wanted. He shallowly fucked my mouth, pushing his head against the softness of my cheek. I did my best to swirl my tongue around his head when he pulled back but too soon, San was huffing above me and he pulled out.

“Fuck, your mouth is too good,” He whined. 

“Come in my mouth, San,” I pleaded, “We have all night.”

“Wanna taste you too,” San insisted and the position changed again.

His shadows held me high enough that San could eat me out while remaining standing. His tentacles moved away from my lower body, instead caressing my thighs, my stomach, any piece of skin that was available. San’s mouth and his own fingers replaced them and I honestly couldn't tell you which felt better; the cool comfort of his shadows or the wet, hot relief of his mouth and true touch. 

San’s tongue circled my clit, the tip teasing my swollen nub, around and around and making me squirm for more. His finger dipped into cunt, pushing in and out slowly, slicking up his finger with my wetness, only to do the same thing with his thumb. Once he flattened his tongue on my clit, turning his head left and right, he pushed his thumb into my pussy and his forefinger into my ass. My back bowed, for as much as the shadows holding me aloft would allow, and I let out such a long, lustful moan that San chuckled deeply. The tentacles on my nipples teased my pert nipples and I felt like I was in heaven because surely that’s what this much pleasure equated to.

With all the stimulation, I came undone for San almost quicker than he had been panting for me. My first orgasm slammed into me, pushing the air out of my lungs, and making me choke on my own saliva. I was breathing heavily, barely coming down from my high before San lowered me down until I felt my feet touch the floor.

“Sannie?” I opened my eyes. When his shadows slithered away from supporting me, I slowly sank to my knees, my ass sitting on top of my feet. 

“How do you want us?” San’s eyes were hooded as they looked down at me. 

“I want it all,” I whispered, clawing at his legs in an attempt to pull myself up.

“Again?” He asked, somehow still surprised by my acceptance of him and his shadows.

“I need you inside of me,” I said against his bronze skin. I kissed his hipbone as I brought myself to my knees, and kissed the tip of his cock as well. “Need you deep inside of me, with all your shadows and hands upon me. I want everything you can give me.”

San’s hands cupped my elbows and helped me stand up. “What about my heart?” He wondered.

“We’ll see how well you take care of me after everything,” I teased, pushing my lips to his.

San pulled back, still somewhat seriously, still kinda teasing me. “What about Yunho?”

I moved to push a piece of hair out of his eye. “What about Yunho?” I echoed back to him.

San’s shadows pushed and pulled me until I fell back onto the bed in the hotel room. I watched as San crawled over me and then pressed his lower half to mine, nudging my legs out of the way. One of his shadows wrapped around my upper thigh to cock that leg and make more room for San’s tiny waist. 

“I want to watch your face as I enter you for the first time,” San murmured.

I shuddered at his words. “You’re such a romantic.”

One of San’s tentacles reached over to his discarded jeans and pulled a condom from it. The shadow brought the package to his lips and San ripped it open with aid from the tentacle and his teeth. I watched with bated breath as the shadow rolled the condom on his cock. “Can’t have wee baby superheroes running around yet, can we?” San joked.

My heart stopped at the mention. Of course the tabloids would have a field day but a mini San made me want one immediately. I shook my head. Now was not the time for such thoughts.

San wetted his lips and pushed his fingers between my own, palm to palm. “I--”

I put a finger to his lips. “No, San, not yet. Don’t tell me yet. Tell me when we can be romantic about it. For now, I just want this to be in the moment.”

San leaned down to kiss me and then I could feel his shadows slither into place. He pulled back so he could line himself up with my cunt and then he pushed inside of me. His eyes were glued to my face, watching as it contorted in pleasure. 

“San,” I whined until he was completely inside of me. “Don’t-don’t move. Just let me--let me!”

“Didn’t my shadows prepare you for me?” San teased, a smile pulling up the corner of his mouth.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, effectively trapping him there. “I just want to absorb the feeling of you inside of me.”

San’s features softened. “Violet…”

I raised a hand to his face, “Not yet, San, not yet.”

I wanted to capture this moment in my memory. I could feel my heart expanding with a feeling that had been slowly unfurling there for a while now. It was just a small sprout and it needed to be protected. I’d water it soon, but for now, it was going to stay a little spout of feelings.

“Okay, you can move now,” I said, giving San the green light.

He nudged me with his hips, pulling out and then pushing back in. When he didn’t feel any resistance, he picked up the pace and I whimpered. “Feels good?” San checked in with me.

“Mmmm!” was all I could manage. Once his tentacles began to have their way with me, there weren't any coherent words coming from my mouth.

“Already dumb from me and my shadows?” San poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“Yes, yes, oh god, yes,” I chanted.

I started to let go and I could feel my powers coming to the surface. "San, my powers--!"

"It's okay, I can take it." San's shadows coated his skin just in time. My entire body was covered in ice, the reflection of the lights above softly glancing off of me. Some of San’s shadows receded as a result and the cold hit his bare skin. He hissed at the contact.

"Sorry," I apologized. I managed to reduce my ice a bit but it was going to go again when I came.

San shook his head, grinning, whether in pain or pleasure, I couldn't tell. "I like some pain with my sex."

"Can we--hhhhnnnnnn--can we come? Together?" I panted.

“Quickly, before you give me frost burn,” San teased.

San braced his body with his arms supporting most of his weight, caging me in. His shadows pinned my arms above my head, but this time they stroked my hands reassuringly instead of dominating me. San pistoned his hips, his body waving above my own. He was a sight to behold. His skin a motley color, where his shadows protected him, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, and his eyes hooded, eyes only for me. His whines built along with my own and then we came with a kaleidoscope of colors as my skin reflected every ray of light in the room.

San sluggishly thrusted into me, emptying into the condom as I came down from my high and pushed my powers back into the safe box until I actually required them. Then San pulled out, looking to dispose of the condom. His shadows left my body almost reluctantly, a teasing finger flicking my sensitive clit and making me cry out. 

San was as naked as the day he was born but he still struck such a figure, confident in his body. I sighed at the sight of him and accidentally muttered, “I love you.”

San pouted heavily, “Hey, you said to wait!”

I couldn't help but laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it just came out!”

“Telling me I can’t say it yet,” San sulked some more, “How was that romantic?”

I heaved myself off the bed and made my way to the massive bathroom connected to the hotel room. “Let’s go be romantic in the bathtub together. You can tell me there.”

San’s lips were in perma-pout now. “I don’t want to now.”

I leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, a grin threatening to split my face. “I love you, Choi San.”

xxx{Present Time}xxx

I had been falling in love with San. It had only been a few nights later when Rose had broken into the lab. Half of my life I had to live in shame with my powers and the other half had been a lie, whether to myself or it had been told to me. It was time I lived my truth. I had believed the wrong person this entire time. I had said I had always trusted San, with my body and my heart. How many times was I going to sit back and let someone else drive my life?

"What are you saying, Yunho? That you love me? That you did this all for love?" It was time to put that acting to use for myself.

Yunho nodded, looking hopeful. "Yes! You finally understand."

I let my face turn soft and full of wonder. "Oh, Yunho."

Yunho opened his arms to accept me. "Finally! Now, it's my time! Come to me, my beloved. Come to me and let us bring justice to the world together."

I walked into his arms, wrapping my own around his body. "Did you always love me with such dedication, Yunho?"

Yunho kissed the crown of my head. "My heart has always been yours."

I raised my hand as if to cup the back of his neck, crooking my finger instead. "Then I guess you won't be needing it."

The only way for my ice to defeat Yunho’s fire was to catch Yunho unaware. He never saw the icicle because it was produced behind his back. I pointed my finger and the icicle flew, piercing Yunho right through the heart. "My heart has always belonged to San," I whispered to him.

I couldn't help myself. My tongue came out to taste Yunho’s blood on the ice protruding from his chest as he gurgled loudly, blood filling his lungs. I was disappointed to find it just tasted like copper. 

I let Yunho’s body collapse. He reached out one last time, mouth moving but no words leaving them. "Goodbye, Yunho. Tell my sister that she is avenged, finally."

The CEO, Kim Hongjoong, had never actually left his office. He had remained for a front row seat for the entire show. "Well, I guess I should release San. And call for a press conference. We've become a supervillain company."

#pirateeznet #kvanity #kwritersworldnet #ateez smut #choi san smut #jeong yunho scenarios #ateez scenarios #choi san scenarios #atz smut #ateez dark scenarios #topaz's work #ღatz #year of the villain #i'm not one to beg for feedback but #i'm really quite proud of this #may be some of my best work yet #so please if this makes you feel anything #even an emoji burst in the replies will feed me!

[pepsi-maxwell]

at this point I feel almost contractually obligated to prompt someone offering to toss MJF's salad for him. (I feel like Cody would be sufficiently bitchy about it.)

i feel like you are both absolutely right and that cody would have accidentally done it in a very public way, because i love the idea of him tweeting “where are you, i'll come toss your salad for you, stop throwing a tantrum about it”

under a cut for length, talk about tossing salad (nothing explicit) and the precursor to phone sex

-

He’s in the shower when the notification comes through, which means he doesn’t see it until about twenty minutes later.

By that point, Cody’s original, incredibly suspect tweet tagging him has long since been deleted, but the evidence remains in the form of screenshots, and a number of replies also tagging him, blowing up his notifications in an even more annoying way than usual.

Most of them he’s happy to ignore; doesn’t care about the opinions of IWC smarks with nothing better to do than smash their cheeto dust-stained fingers against a keyboard or a phone screen, and he’s happy to stay far, far away from the accounts that are already using it as... shudder, fanfiction fodder.

But then there are the responses from the people he works with on a weekly basis, which are somehow even worse than the fanfiction.

Five sobbing emojis coupled with a doe-eyed pleading one from Caster. Some awful gif of someone in a gimp mask eating a taco from Punk, which is frankly ridiculous given the stories he’s heard about what Punk’s used his mouth for.

Even the Pinnacle aren’t above making fun at his expense, which he thinks maybe is the price paid for the clear lack of leadership ever since they abandoned him. Dax, Cash, and... ugh, even Wardlow all making their own witty remarks about it.

Well.

Not all of them.

Spears, ever loyal, has replied to a screenshot of Cody’s tweet with a helpfully misguided “who wouldn’t?”, but that’s just invited its own secondary chain reaction of responses, including one from Caster saying something truly filthy that he’s not even sure is physically possible, and Punk replying with the same fucking gimp gif.

It’s about that point that he decides to open his direct messages, because clearly his Twitter feed is going to be a wasteland for the next month, thanks so much for that, Cody. Time to talk to the source of all of this.

Are you seriously going to tell me you didn’t know what tossing salad means???

Almost immediately he sees the three dots indicating a response.

Are you going to tell me that wasn’t some desperate plea for someone to toss your salad for you?

He almost throws his phone across the room when the message comes through. He hadn’t—expected him to double down on it. Has to reread the message twice to try and whether or not they’re talking about the same thing.

Hates the weird, shocky burst of arousal that comes from imagining Cody eating ass, eating his ass specifically, wonders if this makes him just as bad as the other disgusting perverts he has the misfortune to work with.

You’re too late anyway, I did it myself

Didn’t think you were that flexible, Max

Fucking— alright. That answers that question. Raises a whole bunch more, but still. He closes the stupid bird app. Navigates to the few actual numbers that have the honour of being saved in his phone. Unwinds the towel around his waist and lets it drop to the floor. Sits down on the edge of his bed, gets a hand on his dick.

Makes a call.

#asks #sarahcakes613 #fic prompts #gd writes #cody/mjf

[fragileizywriting]

So what happens when Luka comes home after mari and Adrien are on Instagram for hours??? 👀

it's very simple, dear anon, let me show you 🤤

luka comes home and knows that he will get absolutely railed if he steps any further into the apartment. he knows this because of two things.

one: neither marinette or adrien are in the living room. it's empty. this is a sign that they are in the bedroom-- and, okay, it doesn't automatically make them guilty of being the sex-enthusiasts he knows they are, but when they're hiding, that usually means he's going to get jumped. he knows them. and knows marinette. if she had her way, she'd jump the two of them every single second of the day.

two: they forgot to close the door to the magic room.

yeah.

luka tries not to choke as he unlaces his boots. he's drowned before, but even then it wasn't as potent as these two whenever they get into a frenzy like this. there's canonfire in his chest from these two, each as painful as the last, so thick and strong... he's about to fall over.

how's adrien holding up?

it's quiet in the apartment, other than the occasional groan that escapes out of adrien's lips. luka's already rubbing at his face, readying himself for whatever it is these two are up to, pushing open the magicroom door all the way to catch marinette turning to look at him with a grin, beckoning him to come closer.

"sky! you're home already? i'm so glad!"

"it's three in the morning," he replies, leaning against the doorframe. it's a nice view. god, it's such a nice view. marinette always looks so commanding and strict when she has that line set in her lips, disciplining adrien into behaving. he's always loved it when adrien's got that starstruck look on his face whenever marinette's got him in her claws, pupils wide and jaw slack-- not to mention the way he leaks all over his stomach, a puddle already starting to form on buttery tan skin... luka looks back up to her and smiling as she slides a couple of fingers in her high ponytail she's put on. "i should've known you two were going to be up to something when all you two did was send me emojis when i left elysium. are you having fun?"

she sighs, exhausted, shifting her hips just enough to get adrien's hand to fly up to his cock with a groan with stars twinkling in his eyes. "always. want to join us?"

"she's hungry," adrien punches out, like it's the only lucid thing he can say at all when she slaps their hips together again to shut him up. it's only now that luka realizes that adrien's face is glittering in the low lamp-light they have in the room, full of gold-dust slick.

jesus, adrien's cock is a sight. he's not obsessed, not like marinette is with every little detail about them, but he's still just as appreciative. he's so heavy, resting underneath his naval and ready to burst from the amount he already starts to leak... even adrien's muscles are taught with arousal, pushing the lines of his stomach into something almost painful as his abs shift with every meet of their hips.

"maybe," she shrugs.

oh. oh. a ravenous marinette is never a good one. he can already feel the itch he'll get in his whole body after he loses feeling in his legs after marinette feeds... "have we been underfeeding you?"

her eyes go wide. "no, no. you two are feeding me really well, you know that! we're just trying something new, that's all."

"i don't want her running around like a hamster on a wheel," adrien laughs, painful like a wheeze. "you know how she gets when she's full."

enough energy to rearrange the entire living room furniture... enough to organize her closet... enough to scrub the bathroom clean that their reflections show up on the marble counter... marinette is no joke when it comes to mania. it's so easy to catch her out of bed and deciding that the sofa should, actually, be on the other side of the dining table, just because she'd had luka for dessert. even if she should be asleep, sometimes she just gets up and goes cleaning.

"so, i waste energy first, and then you give it back to me. that way i'm relatively at the same level. and it costs less time." marinette laughs to herself. "sky, you wouldn't believe what got us in this mess."

"tell me."

"we saw a guy dressed as a superhero," she muses, curling her tail against the mattress. something sharpens on her face as she turns back down to look at adrien. "he was really pretty, wasn't he, kitty-cat? tell luka how much you liked the guy."

"he had arms to die for."

"arms to kill for. i'd become a supervillain if that meant having that try to beat my ass every time." she sighs, fondly, like the idea is so heartwarming to her there's nothing else to do but smile.

"i never thought masks were hot until tonight."

"all that pleathery goodness hiding very nice shoulders..."

"i think i have a glove kink."

"join the club, kitty-cat."

"i love men so much," adrien slurs out. "they're so perfect."

"so much meat to sink your teeth into." marinette cries out, so pretty and wanton, just enough to get luka to finally stop ignoring the tenting in his pants with a laugh and a scratch of his head. "you ever look at a guy and think about how much you want to chew him through?"

adrien points-- or tries to-- at luka. that's all he can do before his head snaps back down onto the mattress, shouting, saying god-knows-what as marinette edges him with two fingers pinching into the air.

"you're teasing him now, mousey."

"of course i'm not. i'm just having a little fun."

"as if i've never seen you peg adrien, right? you get so sadistic with him." but he walks over anyway, leaning over her thin shoulder to look at the casualty. she's used this strap on him before, and he knows just how thick it is-- even while bought, it's not enough to mimic adrien's shape, but it's a decent attempt. it still makes luka cross-eyed. for someone who doesn't have one herself, she still knows how to move her hips in a way that makes it clear what her intentions are.

he kisses her shoulder. a sweet blush makes it down her bare chest when he kisses her neck, too, pulling adrien's thighs off of her waist. "can i join?"

"trade spots with me, i want to watch."

#speakizys #demon lovin

[arcanadreams]

That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?) 

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~” 

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams. 

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that. 

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way. 

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism. 

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?” 

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on. 

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be  careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process. 

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care. 

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet. 

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention. 

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram. 

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place. 

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly. 

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.

#IM SO HAPPY TO HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN THIS #obey me #my writing #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #posts

[ayybtch]

Snickerdoodles

Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader, Baker!AU + Friends to Lovers

Chapter 2 of Made With Love

Word Count: 3,198

Chapter Warnings: so sweet it’ll give you a cavity, some not so subtle wlw yearning from the reader, and a brief little moment of angst that will make you want to hug Wanda

A/N: A special thank you to @thefallenbibliophilequote for giving this a beta read for me! Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

You were sitting at home watching TV when your phone lit up with a text notification from Wanda. You smiled and leaned over to grab your phone. 

Bucky is asking about chocolate chip cookies again. He’s driving me nuts!

You chuckled at the message as you typed out a reply, I’m not sure if I should be flattered or annoyed for your sake at how persistent he is. Though, we should probably take it as a sign you’re due for another baking lesson. How do snickerdoodles sound? 

Wanda agreed almost immediately and the two of you worked out a time for later that week. 

Mindlessly, you scrolled back up and started rereading some of your old conversations. It had been just over two weeks since Wanda had found her way into the bakery and made her disastrous batch of chocolate chip cookies. She had texted you not long after she left the bakery that night and the two of you had texted sporadically since. Her texts had started off very polite, if not outright formal. 

Hi. It’s Wanda. I know I sound like a broken record, but I really do appreciate what you did today.

That had been her first message. Since then, the messages gradually became more casual. Most recently she had sent you a video Sam had recorded of Bucky begging her to make cookies on their flight home from a mission with nothing more than a series of eye-roll emojis. 

It was strange having a superhero take time out of her day to text you. Though, you couldn't deny the fact that each time she did, it left you grinning like an idiot. It’s not that you think poorly of yourself or that you thought you weren’t worthy of being friends with someone like her; it had far more to do with how unexpected it was. In fact, the whole process of meeting her was unexpected. How many other people alive were lucky enough to say that an Avenger casually walked into their kitchen asking to bake cookies? 

And how many people could say they had anyone, let alone an Avenger, smile at them the way Wanda smiled at you? 

You groaned at your own stupidity and forced yourself to put your phone down. That was enough ridiculousness for the day. You didn’t need to feed into this silly little crush you were developing. Wanda was your friend, nothing more. 

It was three days later when Wanda finally walked back into the bakery. She stepped inside right as you finished tying your apron around your waist. You greeted her with a bright smile, which she returned in kind. 

“Hey, how has your day been?” you asked. 

She shrugged, “It’s been a day but something tells me it’s about to get better.” 

You tried not to show how flustered her words made you and rushed over to the sink to wash your hands. Wanda stood next to you and waited patiently for her turn. While she was washing her hands, you started speaking. 

“Okay so, snickerdoodles are the best cookies in existence and are stupid easy to make. Most of the process is similar to what we did for chocolate chip cookies, but there are a few differences. Why don’t we start off with having you refamiliarize yourself with where everything is in here?” You hand her the recipe you had written out for her, “Here you go. Grab everything you can find.”

Wanda read through the list carefully and was soon rummaging through the cabinets. She set each ingredient on the counter next to you as she found it until it looked like she had most of her items, but she kept pausing to reread the list. Her eyebrows were furrowed together as she turned to look back into the fridge, only to come back to the counter empty-handed.

 Her expression was a mixture of confusion and determination at the same time as her eyes focused on the ingredient list. It shouldn’t have been as cute as it was, but you couldn’t help but stare at the woman in front of you. It was almost shocking how green they were. Even when sad, her eyes were filled with warmth and kindness. Her mouth twisted slightly and drew your attention downwards. Were they naturally that pink? Or had she lucked out and found the most perfect shade of pink lipstick? They looked so soft and plump too, perfect lips for kissing...

You snapped back into focus as she said your name. “I’m sorry what was that? My mind drifted.”

She smiled and repeated herself. “The only things I’m missing are Crisco and cream of tartar. I looked in the fridge for the cream of tartar, but I didn’t see it and I have no idea where to begin with Crisco.”

You nodded as you walked towards one of the cabinets, opening it up as you began to speak. “I like your reasoning behind the cream of tartar, but unfortunately its name is a bit misleading. It’s a powder so it’s in the same cabinet as the cinnamon and sugar. The Crisco is up here too.”

You grabbed both items and set them next to the rest of the ingredients. Wanda picked up the can of Crisco and looked at it curiously. 

“What is vegetable shortening?” she asked. She opened up the can and stared at the white solid inside. “It almost looks like butter, but it’s also so white it almost looks like plastic?” The confusion on her face perfectly matched the confusion that seeped into her voice. 

You nodded along as she spoke, “It’s kind of like butter, which you can also use for this recipe if you wanted to. I think they turn out better when you make them with Crisco personally so I’ll only use butter if I’m in a pinch.

“Okay, so now we’re going to measure out two cups of Crisco into the mixer and start creaming it. From there we’ll gradually start adding in the sugar, cream of tartar, salt, and baking soda.”

Wanda nodded and got to work. As she scooped out the Crisco and smushed it into the measuring cup, she made a face that had you grinning.

“What’s with the look?”

She made it again as she continued working. “Don’t laugh at me, but it feels funny. I know it’s not that different from butter, but I usually don’t have to touch butter this much to figure out the amount! It’s gross.”

You didn’t laugh but continued to grin for the entire time she measured out the Crisco. A sigh of relief left her as she finally finished with the Crisco and got to wash her hands.

“These better be the best cookies on the planet after making me touch that,” she said, giving you a teasing look.

A sheepish smile spread across your face as she spoke. “I hate to tell you this...but you’re going to end up touching the cookie dough again. Like, you are going to be touching it a lot.” You cut off her groan and continued to the next step in the recipe, “Now we’re going to add the eggs and milk.” 

She nodded and began measuring out how much milk she needed. Once that was done, the eggs were added in and she turned the mixer back on. She waited a few minutes before turning the mixer back off. “Time for the flour now, yes?” she asked, turning to face you. You nodded and she began measuring it out.

After the last of the flour was added, she reached for the switch on the mixer.

Before you even thought to remind her to start slow, the mixer was going full speed and flour was flying everywhere. Wanda rushed to turn it off but by the time she did, she was covered head to toe in a dusting of flour. 

She stared over at you with wide eyes for a moment before bursting out laughing. 

You had heard her laugh before, but never like this. This was full-bellied, tears running down her face laughter. It was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Hell, you were willing to bet it was the most beautiful sound you’d ever be fortunate enough to hear. Soon you were laughing along with her.

Each time the laughter started to die, Wanda looked down at her clothing and burst out laughing all over again. It took almost five minutes for the two of you to calm down enough to even start to think about getting back to the cookies. 

“Well, I guess I’m doing laundry after this.” She shook her head rapidly and more flour came floating down off her hair, making her giggle. “And I think a shower might also be in order.” 

You started laughing again at her words. “We’ll have to get you an apron to help protect your clothes. Though, if you keep turning a mixer on to full speed like that it still won’t do you much good,” you teased. 

Wanda stuck out her tongue in response before slowly starting the mixer back up. She stared into the bowl as the flour began to mix in with the rest of the ingredients and her face twisted.

“How do we know that there’s enough flour still in there with how much just flew out?” 

You just shrugged, “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. If it’s too sticky when we start trying to form the balls we’ll add in some more.”

The dough mixed for another couple of minutes before Wanda turned it off. You leaned over and pinched off a tiny piece of the dough and rolled it around in your hands before popping it into your mouth. 

A satisfied hum left your mouth and you nodded enthusiastically. “It’s perfect,” you said. “No need for anything extra.” You reached into a drawer and grabbed two spoons before handing one to Wanda. 

“So what we’re going to do now is roll them into small little balls about an inch in size. Once they’re as round as we can get them, we’re going to roll them around in the cinnamon and sugar.” You gestured towards the two bowls in front of you. “Any questions?”

Wanda shook her head no and the two of you got to work.

It didn’t take long for Wanda to get the hang of making the individual rolls and coating them evenly in the cinnamon and sugar mixture. A comfortable silence fell over you as the first batch was placed on the baking trays.

“So, what made you want to become a baker?”

You smiled as you answered, “My parents both cooked a lot when I was growing up so being in the kitchen is like second nature to me. My dad and I spent a lot of time baking together around the holidays and as I got older, I was put in charge of making whatever treats we wanted. By the time I graduated high school, I couldn’t see myself doing anything else.” Wanda nodded along as you spoke. “What about you? What did you want to be before you became a superhero?” 

“Definitely not a baker,” she teased, a grin spreading across her face. You chuckled and she continued. “I wanted to be a lot of different things, but one of the most consistent things was being an actress. I always thought it would be fun to star in a cheesy sitcom.” 

You grinned at the thought. “You’d make a great sitcom character! Though it would be such a waste of great material if your character could bake. Between the salt last time and the flour just a minute ago, you’ve naturally got some great material right here.” 

“If you don’t stop that, I will throw this cookie dough at you,” she groaned. You wiggled your eyebrows at her words. 

“You know, that has to be one of the least threatening things someone has ever said to me,” you teased. 

She groaned again and changed topics. “So how did you end up working here? It’s not exactly your average place to start looking for a baking job.”

You laughed and nodded along. She had a point, this was a very strange place to work in general but especially for someone who bakes for a living.  “Technically, I don’t actually work for SHIELD. I’m just on loan from Stark Industries. ” She looked over at you curiously so you continued.

“I catered an event once that Tony went to, back in his pre-Iron Man days. He offered me a stupid amount of money to come work for him so I did. Right around the time he started working closely with SHIELD, I had some...creative differences with one of the other bakers he had employed so I was able to transfer over here.” 

Wanda had all but stopped working as you spoke. “What do you mean by ‘creative differences’? How do bakers have creative differences?” 

“It’s more of a euphemism than anything. She was my ex. We broke up and it was just a little rocky working with her after that, you know? We were still professional and all, but there was enough underlying tension that I didn’t hesitate to apply when they told us about this position.” 

She nodded and slowly started working again. A few moments of silence passed before she spoke again. 

“Well, I’m sorry that things didn’t work out between you and her. Breakups are never easy.” Her voice was gentle and honest, which made you smile.

“Nah, don’t be sorry. People don’t work out sometimes and that’s okay.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you continued, “Besides, she thinks snickerdoodles taste better when you make them with butter. I don’t need that kind of negativity in my life.”

The two of you burst out laughing and the conversation resumed.

Almost an hour later, six dozen cookies were carefully being set into plastic baggies for Wanda to carry back to the Avengers quarters. Each batch had cooked up perfectly and you couldn’t help but melt at the proud look on Wanda’s face. With every batch that came out just as perfect as the last, her confidence grew until she was smiling so brightly she overpowered everything else in the room. 

As she finished sealing the last bag, a satisfied hum left her and she turned to face you. 

“Once again, I don’t even know where to begin thanking you. Not only for the cookies but for the time we spent together this afternoon. It’s not often that I meet people who treat me like a normal person.” Her voice was dripping with gratitude as she spoke and your face felt hot. 

“Once again,” you teased, mirroring her words, “There is nothing to be thanking me for. I’m always happy to help when and where I can. But, we should probably at least try the cookies first before anything else.”

Wanda nodded enthusiastically and quickly pulled two cookies back out of the baggies. She handed you one before grabbing hers and taking her first bite. 

She let out a satisfied hum as she chewed. “This is the best cookie I have ever tasted in my life,” she mumbled, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she spoke. She paused abruptly and her eyes suddenly went wide. “Oh my god, I’m turning into Bucky!” she groaned, “I did not just moan over a cookie and talk with my mouth full. What is wrong with me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey, if you’re going to moan and talk while you eat because of a cookie, this is the cookie to do it. I do think we’ll have to find something a little more challenging than cookies for you next time, though.”

Her eyes lit up in excitement. “What about bread? Could we do bread next?”

“Six successful batches of cookies and you think you’re ready for bread now, huh?” you teased. 

Wanda took the teasing in stride and responded just as cheekily, “I don’t mean to brag or anything, but I do know how to make the most incredible snickerdoodles and chocolate chip cookies on the planet now. So you better watch out or I might just end up coming for your job.” 

You grinned, “I’d like to see you try.” 

The two of you continued to giggle at each other’s nonsense as Wanda washed her hands and began collecting the bags in her arms. “So, we’ll figure out something soon yeah?” 

You nodded and moved to open the door for her as you spoke. “Definitely! It most likely won’t be bread though, I hate to break it to you.” 

Wanda rolled her eyes dramatically, but the smile on her face showed she was anything but upset. The two of you said your goodbyes and she made her way out of the bakery.

As you crawled into bed that night, you couldn’t help but replay the conversations in your head. Talking with Wanda had been the most exciting social interaction you had in years. She was so genuinely interested in getting to know you and asked you so many questions about yourself, but was never shy about answering questions about herself in turn. 

“So what’s it like being an Avenger?” you asked, unable to hold back your curiosity any longer. 

She paused and shrugged, “Honestly, it’s really not as great as some people make it out to be. I know that I should be grateful for the opportunity to make a difference and for having the ability to keep people safe, but more often than not the bad outweighs the good.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “You don’t always get the bad guys and so many people still accuse me of being one of them. There are always so many cameras pointed at me. Sometimes it feels like I can’t breathe.” 

You nodded, sympathy rising in your chest. “I can’t imagine what that’s like. I know my opinion probably doesn’t count for much, but I don’t think you’re a bad guy; I don’t think you ever really were.”

Her smile was blinding as she replied, “Your opinion means everything.”

That had been one of the more serious moments, though the majority of it had been filled with laughter. At one point, she had started trying to teach you some basic words in Sokovian. You stumbled over the words repeatedly, but she continued to be nothing but patient and supportive. The buzzing of your phone drew your thoughts away from Wanda momentarily, only to see a text from her.

I keep thinking about what you said earlier today. I think you’re right.

You stared at the message with confusion as you hastily typed out a response, I am right, but remind me what I’m right about?

Three dots appeared on the screen then disappeared. A minute later, a message appeared. 

They’re better with Crisco. I haven’t tried them with butter but I don’t need to. You’re also right in that you don’t need the “butter Snickerdoodles are better” negativity in your life. You deserve nothing but the best.

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #Wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff fanfiction #Made With Love Masterlist

[dottielovegood]

ASMR - chapter 2

Elriel fanfiction

About this fic:

Azriel can’t sleep Elain has an ASMR channel Match made in heaven (or you know, on youtube..)

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Since a few people seemed to enjoy the first chapter, I decided to continue this story.  You can find the first chapter here And you can read the story on AO3 here.

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CHAPTER 2

Flower Girl ASMR 1 day ago I am so happy that I could help you sleep, @Shadowsinger <3 ASMR stands for Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response. It is that tingly feeling you might get from certain sounds. You can also have visual triggers. Supposedly, if you find the right triggers, they will help you relax and they can even help you sleep.  I hope that sleep treats you with kindness from now on.

Azriel stared at his screen. She had responded. She had actually responded to his message. He had scrolled through her comment section again to see if she replied to all her messages, but she didn’t. She liked most comments, but she only replied to a few. It made him feel special, which was absurd. Why did he feel special because some girl on the internet had replied to his comment? She had probably already forgotten about it.

But Azriel carried it with him for the rest of the day.

He also carried with him the annoyance of some of the comments he had seen. This girl really needed to learn how to block some words. Especially: boobs, nudes, cock, jerk off, and cum. Azriel made a disgusted face when he thought about it. If they knew each other, he would help her with that.

But they didn’t know each other, so Azriel didn’t have to think about it. Those comments shouldn’t affect Azriel in the slightest. He had read way nastier things on the internet and never cared.

What was it about this girl?

Azriel was sitting at his desk. He was working at Velaris Times – a web-based newspaper that his best friend Rhysand had started a few years ago. He hired Azriel to work in IT and their other friend, Cassian, as a photographer. It was a pretty small newspaper, so they all felt like family there.

Azriel was feeling naturally energized for the first time in his life. He didn’t even need to down his usual three cups of coffee this morning. Cassian was sitting next to him, editing some photos for an article that their co-worker Mor had written.

“You wanna grab some lunch later?” Cassian asked.

Azriel’s eyes didn’t leave his computer, but he nodded in agreement. “Sure. Should we invite Rhys?”

Cassian snorted. “Nah, he’s on that weird health-cleanse, remember? Feyre probably packed him a kale juice and some broccoli.”

Azriel chuckled. Feyre was Rhys’s wife and since they decided to get pregnant, she had been all about healthy eating, to Rhysand’s dismay. He wasn’t even allowed coffee - it was all about the green tea! Some days, Cassian and Azriel ate their lunches at the office which always lead to Rhys staring longingly at their food. It felt like having a dog begging for scraps underneath the dinner table.

“So that’s still going on, huh? I thought he would have given up by now. There’s only that much kale you can eat,” Azriel said.

“Yeah, but he’s whipped. Remember when they first started dating and she served him soup from a can and he ate it like it was a gourmet meal.”

“Fair enough.”

“You know that I can hear you, assholes?” Rhys called from his office. They had been very aware of this fact. Rhys strode out of his office, wearing his usual uniform of a dark suit and a crisp white shirt. Azriel was happy that he worked in IT so he could get away with just wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt - and maybe a hoodie on cold days.

“Are you telling me that Nesta doesn’t have you wrapped around her little finger?” Rhys smirked and leaned against the doorframe.

Cassians ears turned red. “She could never get me to drink kale-smoothies every day.”

Rhys shook his head. “You were pining for her for two years before she even agreed to go on a date with you. She could probably tie you to your bed and get you to call her mistress if she wanted to.”

Cassian leaned back in his chair and gave Rhys a purely male grin. “It wouldn’t be the first time,” he said and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Azriel groaned. “Too much information, Cass.”

Cassian shrugged. “Don’t be so sensitive, Az.”

Azriel glared at him. “I’m not sensitive just because I don’t want to hear about your sex life.”

“That’s because you don’t have a sex life,” Cassian muttered under his breath, which elicited a burst of laughter that sounded more like a snort from Rhys.

Azriel shook his head and tried to concentrate on his work, which was almost impossible when his two friends were still staring at him. He could almost feel them scheming.

“Hey, Az. How’s the dating going?” Rhys asked.

Azriel didn’t answer, mostly because the answer would be that it  didn’t. He didn’t date. He was tired of going on dates with people he didn’t know. He wasn’t very talkative, so dates were basically his nightmare. And it was even worse when he agreed to download Tinder on a drunken night a few months ago. Dating like that just wasn’t for him. He didn’t want to meet someone on the internet like that.

“You want me to set you up on a blind date?” Cassian asked, and Azriel pretended not to hear him.

“Nesta has some great friends,” he continued. “What about Gwyn?”

Rhys nodded. “Yeah, Gwyn is a nice girl.”

Azriel stared at his friends. “I’ve met Gwyn.”

“So?”

“If I’ve already met her, it’s not a blind date.”

Cassian thought about it for a second and shrugged. “Eh, semantics. Should I tell Nesta to give her a call?”

“No. She’s not my type.”

Truthfully, Gwyn was a very sweet girl. She was cute and funny and determined, but she just wasn’t for Azriel. They had met a few times but there had been no attraction - no sparks. Azriel wanted to feel something from the start. He didn’t want to be in a relationship just to avoid being lonely.

“So, what is your type exactly?” Rhys asked.

An image popped into Azriel’s head. Usually, he couldn’t imagine what his type would be, but now, he saw someone in his mind. She had golden hair and cute little freckles on her nose. She was gentle, kind and calm.

It was Flower Girl ASMR.

Azriel closed his eyes, trying to get the picture of her out of his head. What was wrong with him? He didn’t want to date someone he had only seen in a few videos. That made him as creepy as those assholes in her comment section. He didn’t even know her. He didn’t even know her name.

“I don’t know,” Azriel muttered. “Could you please let me get back to my work?”

And after a few more suggestions of people they could set him up with (he kindly, but firmly, declined), they finally let him work.

That night, Flower Girl ASMR was hosting a livestream on YouTube. Azriel wondered if they might live in the same time zone since the live stream seemed to coincide with a reasonable bedtime for him.

Azriel joined the livestream just a few minutes after it had started.  A few hundred people were already logged in. Flower Girl ASMR was sitting in front of a background that looked like the night sky; dark blue and full of fairy lights. Her hair hung in waves around her face and she was wearing a pink top that matched her complexion. Not that Azriel noticed such things, why would he?

She was brushing her camera with a make-up brush, making it look as if she was brushing his face. “I am so happy that you all could join me here tonight,” she whispered into her microphone. “As promised, I was going to host my first livestream when we reached one hundred thousand subscribers, which we did last week.” She smiled at the camera, one of those smiles that reached her eyes. Azriel could feel himself smile back. Which was stupid. She couldn’t see him. “Tonight, you can make requests or ask questions in the comments, and I will answer a few of your questions,” she continued. She was still moving the brush over the screen. The combination of her whispering voice and the visual trigger of the brush made Azriel tingle all over.

Most comments were very nice; telling her that she helped them sleep, or wanting her to say hello to them. People asked her about her favorite color and if she had any pets (lilac and no). One person asked her to do something called hand sounds, and Azriel had never in his life appreciated hands rubbing together as much as he did at that very moment. Maybe it was something with the setting on her microphone, but the sound was like a wave of pleasure in his brain.

He could feel himself relax. But then, of course, the nasty comments started.

HybernCoolKid Show a little skin babyyyy. Those tits look perky af

MortalGraysen Trying to look so innocent when you’re a fucking slut

Amarantha_utm I would honestly rather watch paint dry

Azriel could feel his blood boil. He recognized the names from the video he had watched last night. Why didn’t she just block them? On the screen, he could tell that Flower Girl had seen the messages; her face fell for just a second. And one second was all it took for Azriel to suddenly feel very protective. He was just about to go tell them to go fuck themselves when he saw that he wasn’t the only one with that idea. The comment section was flooded with love for her and in just a matter of moments, the mean comments were drowned in a sea of heart emojis. Flower Girl smiled at the screen, silently thanking all of her followers for the love. But she didn’t address the hate. She just kept going as if nothing had happened. There were a few more nasty comments during the livestream, but the same thing happened every time; her followers love-bombed her. Azriel was happy to see that most people seemed decent enough, but god, she really needed to learn how to block people.

Before he could think about it, he clicked the link in her description that led to her Instagram. Her username was the same on that app, and it was mainly used to tell her followers when a new video was uploaded. Azriel quickly looked at his own feed, making sure that there was nothing embarrassing. There wasn’t. He didn’t post very often, and when he did he usually posted pictures of food.

He clicked the button for her DMs, and before he could talk himself out of it, he wrote her a message.

Shadowsinger Hey! I just watched your livestream (it was great!) but I couldn’t help but notice some really rude comments. I hope you don’t find this weird, but have you tried blocking them? If you don’t know how, I could send you a link that will describe how to do it. God, this is weird, isn’t it? If this message makes you uncomfortable, just delete it. I’m sorry. But if you need help with blocking those douchebags, please tell me.

He sent it without even reading it and as soon as it was out in cyberspace, he groaned. What the fuck was he doing? She wasn’t his friend. She wasn’t his anything. Yet, there was something that drew him to her. Maybe it was the fact that she helped him sleep? Yes, that had to be it. It was either that or witchcraft, and Azriel didn’t believe in the occult.

Azriel was just about to put his phone in another room and go die from embarrassment when he saw that she had answered his DM. He was afraid to open it. What if she told him to fuck off? He would never be able to watch her videos again, and then he would never again feel rested.

FlowerGirlAsmr Hello! I recognized your username from one of my videos! I’m happy that you enjoyed the livestream :) I have blocked them multiple times, but they keep coming back. But thank you for offering to help me. That is very sweet!  Ps: The lasagna on your feed looks delicious.

Azriel stared at the message dumbfounded. She had answered him. And she didn’t tell him to fuck off. She had remembered his username. And she thought that his food looked delicious. He didn’t understand why he suddenly felt so nervous. Should he tell her that after watching her video he had the best night’s sleep of his life?

Probably not. That might sound creepy.

Shadowsinger Yeah, I commented last night. Have you tried blocking words from appearing in your comments? If you did that, you might not have to endure such nasty comments.  (Yes, the lasagna was very delicious)

He was staring at his message. Did he sound stupid?

Yeah, he definitely sounded stupid.  The lasagna was very delicious ? Why did he add that?

Stupid, stupid, stupid

But despite his stupidity, she answered.

FlowerGirlASMR You can do that?? I had no idea! I am not very good at computers. Honestly, I have to google every single thing about YouTube because I understand nothing, haha. How do I block words?

Shadowsinger I’ll send you a link that describes the process!

He sent her the link and waited for a few minutes, feeling happy to help her.

FlowerGirlASMR I hope you don’t think I’m stupid, but I understood absolutely nothing :( Is there a link for dummies?

Azriel laughed at the last part of her message.

Shadowsinger Unfortunately not. But if you want, I could help you.

She didn’t answer him for a while after that. Azriel was staring at his phone, trying to will a message to appear. Did he cross a line?

FlowerGirlASMR I won’t give you the details to my account. We don’t know each other.

Oh god. She thought that he was trying to scam her or something. Fuck.

Shadowsinger I don’t need to log into your account.

He sent the message quickly.

Shadowsinger I could guide you if you like? I work in IT so I’m used to just guiding people through these things.

FlowerGirlASMR How could we do that? I’m not very good at understanding instructions when they are written…

Azriel had an idea and it was both brilliant and idiotic. He typed quickly before the logical part of his brain told him to stop helping this girl he didn’t know.

Shadowsinger I could give you my number and guide you through the phone? I could share my screen with you so you could follow along like that if you are more of a visual learner. You could call me with a hidden number.

He added the last sentence to make her feel safer. And because he didn’t trust himself to have access to her number.

Again, he had to wait for a small eternity before her message popped up.

FlowerGirlASMR That would be great! Could I call you tomorrow at 10.00?

He didn’t even check his schedule before typing “Yes.”

She answered with a smiley.

Azriel sent her his number and she said that she would call, and that was that.

“What the fuck am I doing?” Azriel muttered to himself and got back to bed.

He opened the youtube app, and one of her videos was the first one he saw. His finger hovered above the video. Would it be weird to watch her now that they had messaged each other? He decided to click another ASMR video instead. And then another. And then another.

After 2 hours, he realized that all ASMR was not equal.

So he gave in and clicked on one of her videos. Flower Girl ASMR’s face filled his screen. “Hello my lovelies, lovelies, lovelies,” she whispered, and Azriel thought that she was the loveliest person he had ever seen.

Five minutes later, he was fast asleep.

#elriel fanfic #azriel x elain #elriel #elain archeron #azriel #acotar #acotar fanfiction

[hobiwonder]

mission impossible | (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, crack.

Warnings: Oral, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation, slight degradation. dom/sub themes (jungkookie being a good boy and then... not so good lol)

Words: 9k+

Summary: When you find out that your groupmate is whoring it up on tinder instead of handing in his part of the project, you go on a mission to teach him a lesson. And maybe get him to finish his part.

A/N: hello!!!! thankyou all for waiting patiently. or maybe you’ve just forgotten about me lol. it’s been a while since i uploaded anything!!! I hope you enjoy this crack as much as I enjoyed writing fuckboy but still a movable baby!jungkook. please don't forget to tell me ur thoughts. feedback keeps me going :)

If it was something strange, it would happen to you. You were not just saying that because of the hint of narcissism in your personality that made you think that everything was about you. Oh no. You never seem to catch a break these days. And quite honestly, you should’ve expected your dose of absurd to be handed to you soon. It had been a week too long without any fatuous incidents and/or people happening to you. Was this just a y/n thing? Was every girl with your name cursed? Maybe it had something to do with your astrological sign. That always seemed to be the explanation of a lot of your friends who did not want to admit to their faults that would land them in hot water. The usual “oh it’s because i’m insert-star-sign”. 

Were you really becoming that girl? Though it was hard to blame yourself for this one. Currently staring at your phone. More specifically, the defined abdominals of your group mate. A group mate who has not shown up to a single meeting. After a whole day of slaving away at your study desk, deleting and rewriting your discussion and evidential analysis to conclude whether or not it was a plausible inference that the movies, Whiplash and Black Swan were excellent cinematic representations of the ‘Obsessed Performer.’ 

Yeah. That was a mouthful. And you bet your right ass cheek that you were the only one out of yourself and Jungkook who had even watched the said movies. In the group of four, Jungkook and yourself were given the discussion and conclusion to write. The three of you who had been present at the initial group meeting had chosen your parts as was decided in the group chat prior. When all of you had received a text from Jungkook cancelling last minute, you’d snagged the conclusion as well as half of the discussion to write as just the conclusion would be a little too easy. And you had wrongfully assumed that your peer had been in some sort of ‘emergency’ since he always sounded like he was in a hurry to do something incredibly important. 

You’d pitied the seemingly sweet looking boy and told him that you’ll work together on the last two sections of the paper. And his bastard self had always been all smile emojis and ‘yes :)’ and just all around misleading. Sounding like he was diligently working on his part by himself and definitely will turn everything into you by Thursday. Thursday was yesterday and you had not received even a single message from Jungkook about where he was in terms of progress on the 1000 words he needed to write. Message after message, you weren’t even being left on read. And in concern you had messaged your group chat that maybe he was facing some real life crisis to be so MIA. Until this.

Until you had picked up your phone about half an hour ago to mindlessly scroll through your instagram feed and then in the last 10 minutes had decided to also go on to tinder just to humour yourself. You were well aware that tinder was a cesspit of weird and unhinged men who would only be a good enough to make a youtube video about or a horror story texted to your best friend. You were speaking from experience. Decent men on tinder was like finding a luxury vintage dress in half good condition at a thrift store. 

So when you’d swiped left for the 30th time - you’d finally come across the perfect face of someone very familiar. You’d almost swiped left on reflex before you’d brought the phone almost too close to see why the face looked so recognisable. Even without having actually ever met Jungkook face to face - apart from that first lecture - it was hard to miss that this definitely was him. Your mouth had fallen open, jaw just shy of touching your soft bedsheets. You’d found Jeon Jungkook on tinder. His perfectly coy smile staring right at you, the first few buttons of his black shirt open wide to capture your attention back to his smooth, muscular chest. Hastily dialling Momo’s number, you can barely contain your shock and anger and annoyance. All of it wrapped up in one powerful burst of dialogue that you subject Momo’s ears too.

“Bitch!!!” You can’t help screeching, mind boggled.

“What happened now? Jungkook finally reply to you?”

“No oh my god. I found his tinder. I found his tinder Mo. I found his tinder!” You were screaming again but you couldn’t help it. 

You were missing a Jeon Jungkook to rightfully scream at so poor Mom was bearing the brunt of your anger and maniacal laughter because your brain was having a hard time believing your luck.

 “Wait, seriously? Did you match him?” Oh wait. Of course. There was still another step.

Wordlessly you swipe right, hard skipping a few beats in anticipation. And when the screen shows that he swiped you right as well and that you could now message him, you’re laughing once more.

“So he did. Wow. What a piece of shit.” She’s also laughing albiet much more like a normal human being.

“I cannot believe this Mo. This fuckhead doesn’t read any of my messages for the last week and I find him matched to me on tinder?”

Just then, your phone vibrates. Telling Mo to hold on, you don’t want to believe that this is actually happening. You had just received a message from Jungkook. It had barely been a whole minute of you matching up with him on this app and he had already messaged you.

Jungkook: What has 36 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk? My zipper.

This must be a bad dream. Were the cameras of Punk going to start showing up form under your bed? Were you being punked? Not only was Jeon Jungkook just the worst partner out of all the group projects you had been in, he was most definitely a fuckboy. Who used terrible pick-up lines. Did he really not recognise you? Granted that your pictures were not the ones you had put up on facebook - it was still quite discernible that this was definitely you.

“Mo, he just sent me a horny pick-up line oh my god. I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Of course he did. I always thought he was a bit of a player. What did he say?”

When you read out the message, both of you are coughing from the laughter. This was too ridiculous and just very much like something that would happen to you. You had a group project due in less than two days and your group mate had turned out to be a bit of a horny bastard that was more concerned with getting his dick wet than messaging you back.

“You need to message him back, y/n. Pour the cold water on him already and tell him how badly he fucked up.”

“No way! I bet you he’s going to never message me back. At least on tinder i’m going to get a reply. Just how the hell do I ask him about the paper that he should’ve emailed me, like, yesterday? Ugh.”

“Just message him back, firstly. Or lose the only communication you just got. Do you know what dorm he’s in?”

“No idea.” Typing your reply and deleting it - much like your assessment that you were working hard on. Unlike him.

You:  Hulk always was my favourite Avenger :)

“You did not just say that! Grossssss.” Yeah. Humouring fuckboys was exclusively for post 6 tequila shots Y/n.

Chuckling at your own response, you’re trying to keep your cool while trying to keep Jungkook’s attention so he doesn’t stop messaging you.

“Mo, wait. I just had an idea.”

“Please, y/n, violence is not the answer.”

“I won’t hurt him you knob. Okay talk to you later!” Not a lot anyway.

“I’m telling the police I don’t know you if they come around tomorrow! Bye!”

Making a face at your phone for good measure - you go ahead with your plan. There was no way you were letting Jeon Jungkook get away that easily. You’d been working so hard this semester. Harder than you have ever tried and you would not let his sloppy self to bring down your grade on an assessment that was worth 40% of your grade. Nearly half. Neither did the people in your group deserved it.

“Just you wait, Jeon. I’m going to kick your horny ass.”

Jungkook: let my Hulk destroy any traces of bad fucks you’ve had.

Your eyes are almost bulging out of your head at his brashness. Did he really just ask you to fuck? This is the second thing he has said to you and it’s him asking to fuck you. You can’t believe how much of a textbook fuckboy he was. When you haven’t responded for a few minutes, you get another message form him.

Jungkook: if that was too forward ^-^

Jungkook: then what i said was a lie lol.

Jungkook: I'm probably the best fuck you’ll ever have.

You cannot believe your eyes. With each message, Jungkook is either confusing you or making you shake your head at how exactly like all the other boys on tinder he is. This was hands down, the longest conversation you have had with Jungkook directly. In the group chat he generally adressed everyone, shooting haphazard apologies right before meetings. Saying he would not be able to make it. It had frustrated you to no end as the date for submission got closer and closer. And to see him reply quicker than you, on tinder no less, was beyond infuriating. 

You: Well then. Prove it.

You: Where do you live?

You doubted that Jungkook would be reluctant to give you his address. That’s just not something you see happening. Maybe he preferred to go to the girl’s place? That wouldn’t matter to you either. Though convincing him to bring his laptop with him would be a challenge but you were fine to let him work on your own. There was no way you were letting him go without coughing up his part.

Jungkook: you sure?

You: wanna fuck. Hurry up.

Jungkook: you’re so sexy :)

You were going to literally lose it. Not sure why you were biting the inside of your cheek so hard to stop yourself from laughing at his messages. Jungkook was the epitome of a snapchat fuckboy. It was much more hilarious than you anticipated. You were expecting to be feeling the singular emotion of sheer hostility. But you were having too much fun with this. Especially when you weren’t going to actually fuck him but seeing how eager and self-assured he was, this was all the more pleasant. 

Jungkook texts you his address and you let him know that you’ll be there in around 20 minutes. He lived surprisingly close. Though him staying in an all male rich residential college was definitely not a surprise. Only kids with a lot of disposable income and no worries of being evicted avoided doing any actual school work. The rest of you were not privy to such luxury. The more you thought about it the more you knew how gratifying it will be to show up at Jeon Jungkook’s door with a pile of notes and your laptop. He was in for a treat.

Dressing in that one little black dress you had was only part of the plan. An attempt to fool him one last time before you handed him the checklist of what he had to do. You shrug on a large jean jacket that fell below your bottom to conceal your provocative dress, grab your bag after stuffing all the necessities and then set out the door. Dialling Momo’s number, you let her know where you will be incase anything happens. You could never be too careful.

“Yo, I’m going to Cornell college. Jungkook apparently lives there so I’m going to meet him.”

“Are you serious? He told you his address?!”

“Sure did.”

“I pray for his soul.”

“He made me suffer far longer! Whose side are you on, traitor?!”

“Yours but knowing you, he’s in for a LOT. Okay stay safe.”

“Yeah yeah. He needs to be safe not me.”

“Yeah that was what I was saying. Anywhore. have fun.”

“Bye.”

The closer you get to the college, you are starting to hear loud music. Was this even allowed on colleges? Were there not any volume restrictions given what time it was and the fact that it was managed by onsite staff? Arriving on the level Jungkook told you his room was, 4th, the music is even more noticeable. The sign pointing to the common room was where most of the bass was coming from and you guess maybe there is a function going on. Though the closer you walk, you realise that this was not just any event. This was a party. The cracks in the door gave away to the activities happening inside the large hall. Deciding not to wait any longer, you text Jungkook again. Being as serious as you can be to get him to meet you outside instead of carrying your backpack with you inside.

You: I’m here to fuck, not party.

Jungkook: it’s a good party tho. We can slowly take it back to my room ;)

You: I’ll find someone else.

You hope he takes your bluff.

Jungkook: love it when you order me around baby.

Jungkook: don’t forget who’s in charge. Me.

You can’t help but roll your eyes, still smirking at your phone. No matter what your initial intentions were, you had to admit that playing with Jungkook was fun. He was unacceptably attractive and looked like the type of guy you would reduce to tears. But none of that tonight. You had to stay focused. You’re about to type another message to speed him up but he beats you to it. 

Jungkook: room is unlocked. go in. i’ll be there in a minute.

Letting out a whoosh of air you’d been holding, you head down the hall, further away from the heavy bass and the party music. Somewhat hesitantly, you open the door to the room number he gave you. Nothing out of the ordinary. His room wasn’t messy. It was tidy. No sign of books. Just a bunch of sketches and film negatives strewn about on his  study desk. Shamelessly, you snoop around, trying to find any evidence that he studies at all. So far, you’d only found an industry grade recording mic, two different types of cameras and some more unused camera reel. 

Getting out your notes and the checklist you were going to hand to Jungkook, you get everything ready for when Jungkook arrives. You were not going to let him get away with this. Just another minute later, you can hear the footsteps getting closer. And for a moment, so does your heartbeat. You were quite confident in yourself but there was always a chance that Jungkook was more than a harmless oversexed college boy. All of the very rational fears are thrown out the window, however, as soon as the black mop of hair comes into view. Jungkook was incredibly handsome. Even moreso than his pictures. His hair was longer than the last time you saw him months ago. The long strands of inky black hair fell endearingly in his face, just to the middle of his eyes, parted right in the middle and curling slightly. He wore a long sleeved shirt with hip-hugging jeans that almost made you drool visibly. The saliva was positively pooling in your mouth but you swallowed it quickly to avoid embarrassment. 

Now, you were angry. You really were. You needed this assessment finished so you could start on other projects and without Jungkook finishing up his part, there was no way you would have finished yours on time. But you would be a bold faced liar if you didn’t admit that you were oh so tempted to abandon your vendetta and not ride him like a bronco. You could tell that unfortunately, unlike other men who strutted about with empty words - Jungkook would be the best you would have in a while.

And when he smiles, it’s not any easier.

“Hey you.”

“Hi.” Desperately trying to keep your voice even, you smile coyly.

Jungkook locks the door, running a hand through his hair before he stalks towards you. Confident as ever. You bite your lip, baiting him even further before you strike. Just when he gets close enough to you, you hold out an arm to keep him from touching you.

“God, you’re even more sexy in person.”

“Uh-uh, be patient.” He’s blissfully unaware, just smirking in return as he watches your hands roam his chest before going up to his face. Taking a step closer to him, you rake your nails up his neck, leaving little white lines from the scratches. 

“Close your eyes, Jungkook.” Jungkook, ever the obedient boy, closes them quickly. Awaiting your next move.

You can’t help yourself when he looks like this. Completely immersed in the feel of your hands. He was a good few inches taller than you but your platformed sneakers made it easier for you to teach him a lesson. His dark eyelashes kissing the tops of his cheeks, face so relaxed you would think he’s sleeping. You deserved to play a little at least, right? Leaning forward, you stop with the internal rationalising and just make the move.

Your lips meet his in a fiery kiss. His stoic figure melting as soon as your lips lock, hands grabbing at your waist while his tongue grazes your bottom lip. Jungkook is moaning in the kiss like he’s taking his first gulp of water after roaming the desserts. Momentarily, you forget your purpose for even being here in the first place. Wrapping your hands in his tempting long tresses and pulling, making even more sweeter noises to spill past his lips. He’s panting and restless. Moving his body against yours like he’ll die without it. Moving him backwards, you push him agains his swivelling study chair that was conveniently faced the right way. 

His hands are all over you as soon as he’s down on the chair with your legs straddling his thighs on either side. All you can feel are his lips and his tongue and his hands. All over you, sliding your jacket off your shoulders to travel his kisses down another path. The desperate intake of oxygen is enough to bring your head back in the game, barely. With Jungkook nipping away at the now exposed skin of your shoulders and neck, it’s hard for you to stay focused. Especially when the hard tent in those sinfully tight jeans is now pushing against your softest part. He’s impossibly hard and you’re impossibly soft down there. It’s a lethal combination because neither of you can live without the other being pressed against each other. When you push down on him he pushes his hips up with even more ferocity, moaning louder with every illicit rub of the thickness between his thighs. 

You’re addicted to the feeling and not sure how you’ll centre yourself enough to do what you actually came to do. God was really making you eat your words, huh? You were so close to ripping all his clothes off and fucking his brains out. You bet he’ll make the prettiest sounds when you ride him. His whimpers and moans just from gyrating up against you were enough of an indication. Sliding your hands back up in his hair, you yank it back from your neck to see his sweaty, glistening face looking up at you. He looked slightly inebriated. You had tasted the traces of vodka in his kiss but you had a feeling that a lot of his current state had to do with you and not the liquor.

“Jungkook?” He shamelessly rut his hips against yours, not fully hearing you, lost in his own lusty haze.

“Yeah?” Your lips close around the soft cartilage of his earlobe, tugging and flicking with your tongue, illiciting more salacious noises out of him. 

“How’s the assignment coming along?” It takes him a few seconds to respond but the urgency with which he was pawing at you has slowed to a halt like a broken down car.

“Huh?” Pulling back completely, you stare him right in his twinkly eyes that look like a deer caught in the headlights.

“The paper you’re writing on modern cinema?”

“How... how do you know about that?” You smile at him sweetly. Before you flick him across his forehead.

“Ow! What the hell?”

“I should be saying that you harlot!”

“Harlot? really? You were all over me just now. You are all over me!” You’re surprised he knows the meaning of the medieval insult. 

“Don’t try and weasel out of this! I’ve been waiting for your finished part since yesterday!”

“Wait... you’re y/n, y/n?”

“Took you long enough.”

“With your tongue down my throat? I wonder why.” You cannot believe you are arguing with a boy whilst still in his lap with his hands holding on to your waist.

Jungkook is trying his hardest to deflect and make you seem like the desperate one when he had been the one to want to fuck you from the get go. Getting off his lap, you fix your dress, tugging it down a little since the assault from Jungkook had almost bared your ass. Jungkook is still sitting in his study chair, dumbfounded.

“Finish your part of the discussion Jungkook. I have to write the conclusion and submit the paper.”

He is still staring. And now your eyes are travelling down to his thighs. Particularly the large bulge a little further up. A very substantial bulge that makes your mouth water once more. 

“Jungkook!”

“Sorry, what? I just had a dream that a crazy girl tried to get me to do my homework right before we were going to fuck.”

“Listen here you little shit,” You grab Jungkook’s chin, gently despite his theatrical reactions, tilting it up to look you in the eyes. His reactions are so comical you almost laugh. “I’ve worked too hard for you to just give me piss poor, last minute effort. I’m here until you finish it.”

“You cannot be serious.” Letting go of his chin, you step back, folding your arms against your chest for good measure. Raising an eyebrow for him to challenge you.

“You expect me to write a thousand something words with this,” He points between his legs, you roll your eyes, “still here? No way.”

“I don’t remember giving you a choice, pretty boy.”

“You think I’m pretty?” So pretty. But he didn’t need to know that. You swivel his chair around back to face his desk.

“Less talk and more work!”

“Y/n, you can’t- can’t make me!” He’s throwing his hands around like a child and it’s a little too cute for an annoying boy like him who’s put you through so much anxiety. Sitting on his bed, swinging your legs as your eyes look around at the paintings, you let him huff and puff.

“Oh yeah? Guess I’ll have to call the cops because of the weed you have.”

His nose scrunches up adorably. “I don’t have any weed.”

“But I do. Who will they believe?” His eyes widen once more as he realises what you’re saying.

“Are you seriously blackmailing me?” You nod, smiling brightly. Jungkook turns back around, head in his hands as he mutters to himself how his tinder hookups are always crazy.

“Hey! I wouldn’t be here if you did your work! or replied to any of my messages.”

“Um, I was going too? I was busy.”

“Taking vodka shots? Yeah I could tell.” The mention of the kiss is bringing a rosy flush to Jungkook’s cheeks. Such an uncharacteristic reaction for a guy with his looks and his confidence.

He was that much more appealing to you because of how he contradicted his own personality. You knew he was one of those boys who acted all tough but secretly wanted to be bossed around. Told to do this and that. Made uncomfortable and maybe slightly humiliated. They lived to please. And the way Jungkook had melted into your body almost as if asking for guidance earlier, you knew he was exactly like that. He may not even know it yet but you could have him in the palm of your hands in a matter of minutes.

“What do I get in return?” He’s still grunting his disapproval, but looking through the notes you put on his desk anyway.

“A good grade and a life longer than 22?”

“You’re crazy.”

“All the more reason for you to be quiet and work!” He pouts at you before quietly looking through the notes and logging into his laptop.

When you’re satisfied he’s actually working, you lay down on his bed, making yourself comfortable knowing that it will take him at least an hour to finish his part. You had practically handed him all the points, he just had to write his own opinion and synthesise the evidence you had collected. The part of discussion required each student in the group’s own thoughts and thus you couldn’t just make them up on Jungkook’s behalf. Nor did you want to. You were done doing two people’s work back in your freshman year. These were advanced level classes and you weren’t going to ruin your grade because of one person.

Thirty minutes later, you’re almost about to doze off when you see Jungkook getting up from his chair in your periphery. Sitting up in a flash - though a little dizzy - you point an accusatory finger at Jungkook. Said boy has stopped mid-standing up.

“Don’t you dare Jeon! Get back in that chair and finish your work.”

“Jesus.” He’s holding his head in his hands once more before he starts whining again. “Y/n, please. Can’t I just do this tomorrow and send it to you then?”

You think about it. You do. “And have you go off the face of the planet again? No way.”

“Please.” He drags out the syllables, pouting and blinking up at you and it almost works.

“No. Not a chance. Just finish it ASAP and I’ll edit it. But finish writing it. The sooner you’re done the quicker I’ll be out of your hair.”

He glares at you. And not the scary, tough man glare that might make you slightly nervous and fidgety that you’re getting on his nerves. It’s a glare a kid gives you when you tell them no more TV or no more xbox. It’s the most adorable thing you’ve seen Jungkook do tonight. Or maybe you’re just sleep deprived. Either way, you wanted to kiss the hell out of him. But you turn your head away, faux annoyance ebbed into your features as you wait for him to start writing again.

It works for another half hour, Jungkook now actually typing more than he’s complaining. It was only a thousand words that he had to write but there was a lot of information that needed to be condensed in those thousand words which meant he was typing and then deleting, repeating the process again and again until he looked to be halfway through. You were impressed at how much he was getting done. Maybe it was your watchful gaze that was making him perform at his peak. You were now just hoping that whatever he wrote was actually plausible and not just rubbish to get you out of his room.

“I can’t believe you’re making me work with a boner. You could’ve at least gotten me off.” His pout his still there as he types casually.

“Stop being a brat and keep working.” 

“Yeah? You’re going to make me write lines? ‘I am a brat’.” He chuckles to himself like he’s burnt you to a crisp with that one comment. 

Taking your hand off of your face, you sit up. You watch the way his biceps bulge under his shirt as he types away at his laptop, legs splayed wide under his desk as he supported a semi. It was still a sizeable dent but nowhere near as daunting looking as before. But none of that diminishes your desire for him. You watch him talk to himself quietly as he types, but now stuck somewhere as he types and deletes and then types a sentence again. 

You’re not sure what sets it off. Maybe it’s your frustration or that you think he owes you something more than just this. Maybe it’s the way he’s sitting? There are a lot of reasons you can use to justify your serious and formidable attraction to him. But you cannot deny that it was him from the get go. Just him in all his submissive glory that made you attracted to him. And that attraction was now getting the best of you. Maybe it was time to torture him in another way.

“No. I’ll do something much more to your liking.”

His head turns back around fast, fingers halting at his keyboard while he inspects the drunken look in your eyes. Slowly, you spread your legs, hands bracing yourself as they clutch the sheets on either side of you. Your heart is racing at the look in his own eyes. Primal and needy. 

“Get on your knees Jungkook.” His chest is rising and falling much quicker than yours. Like he’s holding himself back.

You patiently wait for him to listen to your instructions, watching him. Never breaking eye contact. You know it’s new to him. It’s too obvious for you to deny it. But you relish the look of surprise every time you say something he doesn’t expect. Slowly, get’s up from his chair. Never taking a step further as he drops to his knees, crawling forwards until he’s right infant of you. The room is not that big at all so it doesn’t take him long. Now, his wide, doe eyes look at you. Inquisitive and aroused and it turns you on even more. He’s all man with hard ridges and bulging muscles but the way he’s looking at you right now makes you feel like at the centre of his world.

“Are... are you going to- to make me eat your pussy?” the explicit question sends your nerve endings on fire. 

You’re a second away from grabbing his hair and shoving him right between your legs but the way his soft mouth says the dirty words - it makes you feel a very different kind of way. Now it’s you who can’t stop staring at him. Thinking about what else he has up his sleeves. You expected him to be vocal but never this. He is bold and shy all at the same time.

“Would you like that, Jungkook?” His eyes drop between your legs again, watching the way your panties cling to your increasingly wet folds.

Jungkook is moving between your legs more, eagerly nodding so the strands of his fringe rustle up and down in his face. His arms are going under your thighs, gropping them for good measure before he looks up at you with those eyes again.

“Please.” He’s almost whispering, longing lacing his every word. “Please, y/n. Please let me taste you. ‘wanna taste you.”

His words have turned into pleas and the pleas turn into kisses alongside your inner thighs and then any place Jungkook can get his lips and tongue on. Everything else is forgotten. It’s just you laying on his bed while Jungkook tries to get a taste of you anyway he can. His lips travel up to your covered mound, never daring to move the piece of fabric holding him back from his destination. Opting to only kiss over it, lick his way up your clit through the thin cotton that’s now moulding to your swollen folds.

“Do- do you deserve it, Jungkook? For putting me through so much h-headache? Oh.” Your moans accompany almost every word. Fingers laced into Jungkook’s luscious hair as he continues his hurried tasting of your arousal. 

His response is mumbled between your legs. You watch his veiny hands repeatedly grab at the flesh of your thighs. Kneading it desperately like he’s trying to distract himself from doing something else entirely. A yelp leaves his mouth at your tug on his hair. Pale skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He looks like an addict when he is looking at you like you’re giving him his fix and God, you want to kiss his swollen lips.

“Answer me, brat. Do you deserve anything from me?” 

“N-No.”

“Right. Yet you’re still begging to taste me like the needy little slut you are. Hm?”

Jungkook is whimpering, his lids fluttering. He doesn’t expect the smack across his face, a little too hard for what you had originally aimed for. The surprise is evident and for a moment you’re worried he’s going to be upset. Instead, his breathing is picking up even further.

“Answer me when I speak to you.”

“Y-Yes... Noona.” The breath is almost sucked out of you at his timid tone. And it only makes you want to push him further.

“Good boy.” His eyes are lighting up at the praise like hundreds of little galaxies called them home.

Sliding down towards the edge of the bed, you let your legs hang off, letting your toes touch the floor. Jungkook is still on his knees, watching you manoeuvre yourself around his bed before you reach for the hem of your dress. Watching his every facial expression as you strip. He looks up at you wide-eyed, taking in your soaked underwear and the thin black bra where your nipples pointed right at him. You can see his hands twitch by his side. You’d pushed them off you when you’d changed your position and were surprised at how calm and obedient Jungkook was being. Contrast to how much of an argumentative brat he was. But you had a sneaking feeling that he liked it when you called him that.

You were trying to remain calm yourself. Not give too much away on the dilemma you held inside your head. Thinking if you should take this any further. Though it was a little too late now, you guess. You were practically naked, wetter than ever before as Jungkook watched you with his wide doe eyes. Hunger evident with every flit of his gaze. You would feel cruel if you stopped at this point. So you let the rational part of your brain take a backseat and letting the consequences of tonight berate you in the morning after. Sliding your palms down your stomach, straight inside your soaked panties, you stroke yourself ever so slowly. Holding his heated gaze with cloudy eyes.

“Noona...” It sends another jolt of arousal throughout your already overheated body. He’s biting his plump bottom lip, sliding his hand up and down carelessly on to his erection that had grown considerably in the past fifteen minutes. Jungkook looks like the embodiment of desperation and it makes you rub yourself a little faster. Every time your fingers come in contact with your sensitised clit, you bite the urge to buck your hips brazenly. 

“Yeah, baby? You want to see?” You hold out your wet fingers to him and in a flash, you feel his warm mouth around your digits. He moans loudly like he’s been relieved after years of drought.

“M-More. Please, Noona. I’ll do anything please, please.” Now that didn’t take long. Chuckling at his agonised face, you throw your head back, enjoying the relief your own fingers brought.

But you were torturing yourself too at this point. You wanted to replace your small fingers with Jungkook’s bigger and more vascular hands. You remember the view of his body from the glorified hookup app. Knew what he was hiding under the baggy shirt. The sweet whimpers and ‘please’ sounds coming from him were a delicacy on their own. 

“Take my panties off then. With your mouth. Don’t use your hands... or else.” Your tone is stern enough to give you that satisfying flash going through his eyes. 

In seconds, he’s leaning forward on his hands and knees, eyes never leaving yours as he bites the cotton on your hips, dragging it down. The act itself is a little clumsy. In his haste, Jungkook is taking twice as long should he use his hands. But something about his complete compliance, his willingness to be accepted by you and his utter devotion to pleasing you is the ultimately your undoing. This may be a power trip but you were thoroughly getting ruined during it. 

At last, the cotton has reached your ankles. Quickly, you shrug off your dress as well, completely naked. He’s placed small kisses in greetings before he takes them off completely. Out of breath and out of his mind. The glazed look has taken a permanent vacation in his eyes and you were getting high on it. Jungkook was a communicator. If it wasn’t his mouth relaying the naughty words to you then his eyes were holding yours hostage, smouldering.

Bracing your hands behind yourself and never breaking away from his eyes, your ankles part. Jungkook’s eyes are automatically falling on the mess between your legs but he doesn’t dare move. Awaiting your instructions. Jerking your chin towards his general direction, you silently bring his attention back to his overly dressed self.

“Lose the pants.” His hands make fast work of his jeans. Falling back on to the ground to push them off. 

“Uh-uh. Keep them on.” His eyes widen at your command to keep the underwear on. You weren’t about to just let him have it.

Not yet.

“Noona...” The high pitched noise of protest only makes your nostrils flare. You wanted to live out your every dirty fantasy with him if he sounded this sweet with just watching. The desire was making your head spin and your palms sweat. 

“Yeah?” 

“Please... I’ll do anything.” His eyes twinkle in the dim light as he kneels infant of you. 

“I’ll eat you out for hours, let you sit on me face until I can’t breathe. Let you ride my tongue until you can’t cum anymore. Just please... fuck me.” The last two words leave him in such agony that for a second it truly sounds like he’s in pain. 

Which is ridiculous given the ted talk he just gave on the Perfect Words To Say to Ruin Y/N and Her Panties. You’re the one currently in pain from clenching your jaw so tight. Resolve like a skinny rubber band about to snap. Dirty talk was the chink in your armour. And by the way Jungkook’s face lit up and his words became a lot more sure and confident, you knew that he was weaponising his skill to control you fully. And you needed to put him in his place before you gave up your pride and rode him until you ran out of stamina or died from your body overheating. Whichever happened first. 

“Get up.” 

“Fuck yes-“ Jungkook’s blubbering about how you’re the hottest person he’s ever seen and that he knows he can blow your mind while you push him back on the bed and straddle his meaty thighs. When he begins to push down your panties, you push his hands off and rest them on his sides. 

“Keep them there or you won’t be coming. Understood?”

His curls bounce around his face as he nods, chest heaving when he looks at your hips move over the biggest bulge you’ve felt under you. You would’ve thought that he’d stuffed his underwear with socks if you couldn’t feel the burning heat his cock was pressing in to you, even through his boxers. Each roll of your hips pressed him to your every crevice like two puzzle pieces fitting in to complete the picture. 

“Oh fuck-... You feel so good noona. I-I’m going to cum if you keep going.” He’s resorted to use his hands at his sides to push him upwards, pressing himself with every gyrate of your hips downward on him.

“Yeah? you’re gunna cum from just this? Is noona making you feel really good?” 

Jungkook is lost in soaking up every sensation like a drunkard.  Gaze not leaving where your hips met. Furrowing his eyebrows in deep concentration as he thrust his hips up, rocking you off balance slightly. Your hands slide into his sweaty curls, pulling them hard enough to yank his beautiful face up and close to your own.

“Answer me what I ask you a question.” And he whines. Or moans.   Nevertheless it’s a lethal mixture of the two and you’re about to kiss him senseless.

“Yes. I-I feel really good. Noona is- oh fuck- g-gunna make me cum.”

“And are you going to?” He looks up at you nervously, trying to speaking amidst every roll of your flaming core onto his dick. It was getting harder and harder for you to speak as well. 

“N-No?” 

“Good. Because only good boys get to cum. Not needy sluts like you.” 

Now Jungkook whimpers like a wounded animal. Because you’ve upped the ante. Holding onto his shoulders while you grind down on his throbbing cock just the right angle so your clit is receiving the mind-numbingly pleasurable stimulation. You were going to cum any minute and it looked as if he was too.

“F-Fuck. I’m going to cum Jungkook. Your cock feels so good.”

“Noona please. Please s-stop. I-I’m going to cum-“

“That’s not my fucking problem. If you want me to fuck you then you better not. Understood?”

He looks utterly panicked. Torn between letting himself go to the unbelievable pleasure of this act alone and wanting to hold back and obey your every command. Jungkook’s lip is bitten red, chest heaving and eyes watering as he watches the erotic sight of your brazen bouncing on his lap. You’re putting on a show just to make it that much more difficult for him to hold back. But he somehow does. Watching your face contort with pleasure as your head is thrown back. Your moans are loud and lewd. Designed just to rile him up to the point of breaking.

“Oh god. I’m- I’m gunna cum baby.” With a shout, you’re riding out wave after wave of the liquid pleasure running through your veins like molten gold. 

It takes a solid minute for your eyes to focus on a singular object. Or a person. More specifically, an incredibly handsome,  glistening, starry eyed, muscular, put-micheal-angelo’s-david-to-shame, strikingly adorable man. Jungkook looked on the verge of losing his sanity. Yet, he didn’t stop watching you collect yourself, flicking the stray strands over your shoulder before you pressed your mouth to his.

You brought your mouth to his and kissed him hungrily. When your lips met, you heard him make a tiny sound. His body went rigid, and he wasn’t reciprocating. You think it might have been down to shock, though, because when your tongue slid past the seam of his lips, he opened them willingly and trembled against you.

Your fingers dug into his thighs, and he pulls you closer. You were on fire, felt like you were melting into him. Never before had a single kiss gotten you so worked up. She tasted like chocolate and strawberries. Jungkook rocked forward, and then you felt his tongue move expertly against yours. Of its own accord, a groan emanated from deep in your chest. When he brought his hands to your neck and massaged your throat, you whimper. He was hard as a rock and you finally wanted to reward him for holding out this long.

He’s chasing your lips when you break away, sliding his kisses down your neck as if breaking the contact will be fatal for him. “You did so good baby. Such a good boy.”

The praise seems to rejuvenate his body. Not that he needed to.  He was bursting at the seems with testosterone. The longer he went on without a release, the more unhinged Jungkook seemed. The incongruence of his raw masculinity with his alarmingly meek behaviour towards you was something you didn’t understand but it affected you the most. He surprised you with every move and you wanted nothing more than to own him completely. 

Jungkook makes a noise in his throat at the praise, sliding his hands down to caress the globes of your ass. “I’ve been a good boy. Now fuck me.”

His words are steady, deliberate and to the point. Scratch everything you said about Jungkook being meek. They send shudders down your spine where his hands reside. This was a man who looked on the verge of tearing something apart. And judging from the current situation, he was going to be tearing you apart. You’d let him, gladly. But being the cocktease you are- you push him even more.

“And if I don’t, little boy? Gunna beg?” A heartbeat later, you’re the one on the soft mattress and it’s Jungkook that’s hovering over you.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Then I’ll fuck you noona.” 

You’re not too mad because you’re wetter than before and the change in his demeanour has you besides yourself with the need to feel him inside. Jungkook’s teeth are tugging on your hardened nipples. Circling them with his tongue before sucking the puffy buds tenderly. The pressure of his suction is so delicious that you might just cum from this. 

“God! Jungkook, b-baby please. Fuck your noona.” He grins around a nipple, hands sliding inside your soaked core.

“I don’t know. Maybe I should make you wait like you made me. Hm?”

“Don’t be a brat. I’ll stuff your mouth next time with a sock Jeon J- oh fuck!”

He’d slid down your body, his kissing every inch. Your stomach, your hip bones, your thighs.

“I’d rather it be your pussy.” He whispered, bringing his mouth to your wetness, and then licked.

“Ahhh,” you cried out, clutching a handful of his hair. Jungkook chuckled and went at you in earnest. You were so soft and silky beneath his tongue. He met your gaze from below and came up for air. Jungkook watched you for a second before dipping his wet mouth lower again. The noises of your arousal pornographic. He saw you fist the sheets in your hands, your hips rising up off the bed when he sucked your clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. He added some fingers to the equation, savoring the hot, tight feel of you.

“Please,” you murmured. “More.”

So he gave you more. He gave you everything. Before he knew it, you were touching your breasts, pinching your nipples as he devoured you, and you swear you could have come from the sight of Jungkook between your legs alone. he was simply glorious. Your voice was starting to get hoarse. Getting close to the edge before Jungkook ripped his mouth away.

“No! Jungkook, please.” You’re frustrated and angry and horny that he would do that. Even if you did the same thing to him. 

He was testing you once again but the raw need in his eyes told you that you were testing him too. 

“I’ll fuck you now noona. Nice and good. You want this cock right?” He’s holding his straining erection heavily, sliding down his boxers to discard them besides his bed.

You moan out your answer, opening your legs wide in invitation.

“Just fuck me before I change my mind.”

“Yeah?” His tone is mocking. His eyes twinkling with a cheeky grin on his face. You almost get up to kiss him because he looked so fucking adorable and hot and sexy at the same time.

Thankfully - or not? - he’s pulling you to the edge of the bed and in seconds, he has pulled you close to his chest. He circles the engorged head of him in your slit before pushing in to the hilt in one thrust. The sheer girth of him has you yelping, needing to adjust to the length of him as well. But Jungkook doesn’t allow you the courtesy of that.

His legs are spread in a powerful stance as his hands grip your legs from behind the knees. And then he’s thrusting. He’s fucking into you so deep, you can feel him in your throat. You must look like a fish at this very moment with your mouth opening and closing without any real sound. He feels hot and thick, like molten lava in your veins. you’re finally finding your voice when angles his hips slightly to the left - biting a spot that has you blinking up at the ceiling full of stars. 

“Jungkook! Oh god. Oh f-fuck. You’re so good baby. S-So good.”

“Yeah? You like how deep I am in your pussy? Answer me noona.” He’s quickening his pace, snapping his hips punishingly making you release a guttural scream.

“I love it. So much.” 

You watch the sweat drip off his forehead, the dimples in his cheek now very prominent as his tongue peeks out the corner of his mouth. He’s a sight you want to imprint on the back of your eyelids. You can see his lose his resolve, the creases in his forehead slowly deepening as the pleasure becomes too much for him. 

“God you feel so wet and tight n-noona. You look so hot when you cum. I w-wanna make you squirt.”

Your eyes bulge out of your head at his admissions. It seems like he’s lost all his filter, chasing the mind numbing pleasure he felt earlier. His words are bringing you even closer to the edge and your throat now begs for relief when you  let out another yell as he pushes you up the bed while still fully seated inside you.

“I’m gunna cum noona. I j-just need to... to- I don’t. I don’t wanna h-hurt you-“ His sweet face is contorted with worry, still thrusting steadily. You finally understand his point after a few seconds. Taking you twice as long to comprehend anything with the plethora of feelings your body was feeling right now. 

Cupping his face, you told yours upwards to place a small kiss on his wet lips. “It’s okay baby. You won’t break me. Just let go.”

Jungkook’s eyes are glassy and he stares in yours for a moment too long because your heart is doing summersaults, heading straight for your mouth. Too much emotion crammed into his big eyes and you just wanted to strangely hug him close to your chest. This day has been strange enough - so you do. You Pull Jungkook close to you. His face tucks itself in the crevice of your neck, whining and moaning. His breath tickles and sends shivers down your spine. And then he circles his hips against yours. 

From the hard and deep fucking, Jungkook circles his hips into yours. Slowly at first, his pelvis rubbing against your clit in just the right way before he speeds up. His hands find their way down your back again, pushing your hips up into his own, making your centres feel everything. You can feel him in every fold of your core and it’s all too much.

“Oh god.” Your hands scratching down his back, head tilted back, legs closing around his waist tightly.

“That’s it noona. Cum for me. Please, please. ‘Wanna feel you around my cock. ‘Wanna feel y-your cunt devour me. Cum.”

You scream so loud that you can hear a ringing in your ears. Vision flashing white as the indescribable pleasure starts in the pit of your stomach and coarse through your limbs all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes. It’s all consuming and breathtaking. Unexpected.

“I-I can’t hold it anymore. Can I-“ You’re unable to speak.

Still reeling from your orgasm, twitching from the sensitivity, but you nod anyway. You wanted Jungkook to let go inside of you. Wanted to give him the same pleasure he gave you. He was incredibly ethereal atop you. You wanted to see him come undone. And Jungkook was too far gone to think twice before hitching one of your legs up, the other arm grabbing the headboard as he thrust up inside you once again.

“Fuck, yes. God, you’re so good you’re so good. I could fuck you forever noona.” 

His eyes are watering, tucking his face back into your neck again before he pistons his hips against yours rhythmically. The only sounds in the room being the tacky noise of skin slapping against skin, the obscene squelch from the steady arousal leaking between you both. You’re so delirious from the mix of pleasure and the deliciously addicting pain. AT some point, you’ve stopped screaming and only whimpers leave past your lips, legs falling lax around Jungkook and hands fisting the sheets.

“Cum Jungkook. P-Please baby. Cum for n-noona.”

“‘gunna cum. Am I good noona? your good boy?”

“You’re the best Jungkookie. Cum for your noona.”

“Fuck! Y/n, f-fuck.” He’s shouting something you can’t properly hear because of the ringing in your ears from your own release.  Filling you with his hot release. The intense pressure that had been building between you has snapped the frail rubber band in your stomach again. And seems like Jungkook’s had too.

Moments pass, both of you trying to suck in air like it’s the last supply available. Then, Jungkook’s flushed face appears in front of yours with his signature cheeky smirk. He’s glowing.

“You squirted.”

“Shut up!” Your ears must be the shade of a tomato now as you swat his back for the comment. He lays besides you, cuddling up to your side with his leg laying on top of yours. Clinging to you like a koala and it’s too damn adorable. Damn it. 

“It was hot. You’re amazing.” Your heart flutters a little too violently at that and you have to suck in another breathe, pulling the sheets off of him and completely bundling them on you.

“Hey!”

“Hm? You’re going to finish that assessment.” You grin innocently at him and try your hardest to not start howling with laughter when you can see his face fall almost in slow motion.

“Are you serious?” You just sent him a kiss before settling in his bed for maybe a 12 hour nap. Just a tiny nap.

“Noona!”

“I’ll give you head when you’re done. Be a good boy.”

With the most adorable pout you’ve ever seen on a grown man, you watch Jungkook pull up his boxers, stomping away to his study desk.

“Wake me up when you’re done Jungkookie.” Your sweet tone does little to get the pout off his face but he does smile the whole time he’s typing. 

Of course, not that he let you see that

a/n: liked it? hated it? let me know!!

#bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #hope u like it!!!

[princess-of-inarizaki]

this is so random but can you do a fluff headcanon of seeing his s/o in a kimono for Sakusa, Suna, and Atsumu. And maybe kuroo, komori, and kita too I watch this todomomo CD drama the other day where the two saw each other in festival and they're like so cute frickin' cute todoroki compliment Momo, being kinda open towards her, and Momo just being really soft and cute makes me giggle and smile.

AHHH that is just such a good idea. I'm always so soft when they see each other wearing yukata's or kimono's at festivals. I only wish they had that sorta stuff where I live too 😭🤚💕💕💕✨

And omg yghhhh todomomo is such a cute ship, like I genuinely adore them both so much >:(

The boys seeing their cute s/o in a kimono

Characters: Atsumu, Kita, Suna, Kuroo, Sakusa

Warnings: none

Atsumu

Okay so Atsumu would definitely be extremely smooth. like he's internally freaking out and thinking you look so adorable!! but on the outside he's just trying to play it cool so you don't catch on.

His eyes would literally not leave you and he's just taking in how you look the entire time.

“yer ready ta go babe?” with this hot ass smirk on his face.

You're just blushing and you nod and follow him, your geta making sounds beneath you.

When you reach there, you're buying takoyaki, and you ask him if he wants some.

He ends up eating almost everything, like what the heck, man?

Apologizes and buys you more.

Would definitely try to show off and win you stuff at the festival to prove how manly™ he is, and also hopes he impresses you in the process.

“hey babe, watch me win this for you” and he's having a full-fledged war with the kid he's competing with.

He ends up winning and sticking his tongue out at the kid. Because it's basically canon that his mental age drops to 5 when he's competitive about things.

You just ruffle his hair and congratulate him.

Would definitely do the whole yawning and bringing you closer to him thing, when you've decided to take a break and rest.

He's trying to be slick, please don't call him out.

Your friends text you, telling you about the firecracker show and you ask Tsumu if he'd be okay to stay for that.

He practically jumps!! at the chance!! I mean, more time spent with you is always good :]

Asks if he can have your first kiss under the firecrackers. He's a consensual king

After you say yes, he'd just gently cup your face and lean down (WE LIVE FOR MFING HEIGHT DIFFERENCES!!) and kiss your lips gently at first, as the sky is filled with bursts of colour.

Y'all definitely end up making out but that's a different story

Walks you home after everything is over, and tells you how much he liked spending time with you on the way home.

“ya looked beautiful today, y/n-chan” and he has the shyest look on his face.

You kiss his nose and walk inside, leaving him flustered on your doorstep.

Kita

Plans this weeks in advance, after hearing about the festival, and musters up the courage to ask you to go with him.

You jump at the chance. At first you think the whole team is coming along, until a flustered Kita says “i hope it would just be the two of us.”

Your eyes widen and you're both just blushing messes looking at the ground.

You both arrive early, and laugh, seeing how you had the same idea to come a bit earlier.

He looks at you in the kimono and takes a few deep breaths before genuinely complimenting you in the most poetic way possible?

“your beauty is unrivalled, y/n-san. Even the brightest lamp is nothing when compared to the radiance you emit.”

And you're just so Mcfreaking flustered™?????? Like where did he learn how to make your heart go doki doki like that omg

You guys would probably be very rational about making your way around the festival.

Food first, and maybe we'll play some games later?

He definitely pays for everything ugh, such a gentleman, eventho you told him it was okay.

And old lady at one of the stalls flusters the two of you by saying he has such a pretty girlfriend.

And he just smiles, with flushed cheeks. Neither of you disagree.

It starts drizzling and the two of you find shelter under a tree.

You're a bit sad about how your kimono got a bit ruined after slipping in some mud, and he gently helps your roll the area up and wipes it with a tissue.

He also smiles and tries to crack a joke by saying “the clouds thought you were so beautiful, they started crying” as he gestured to the rain.

Although the fireworks show was cancelled, Kita wrapped his arms around you and kept you warm, as you talked so many things, whilst waiting for the rain to stop.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise :)

He gently holds your hand at some point too, and plays with your fingers, pressing a small kiss to the back of your hand.

The rain finally stops and he walks you home, thanking you for spending time with him.

You take a deep breath and kiss him before entering your house, and he smiles through the kiss.

“i've always wanted to do that” he says softly, after kissing you gently again and waving goodbye.

Suna

Going out with Suna was definitely an impromtu plan of some sort. Like he just randomly texts you, asking if you want to go and you agree.

Definitely sends you a few memes about how he can't wait and begins to get ready.

You guys meet there and both of you are just so shocked at how the other looks.

Suna thinks you look gorgeous, and he tries to tell you in a teasing way. Much like Atsumu, he's trying to play it down when he's actually so flustered.

“hey dork, you don't look too bad”

You're not good at hiding your thoughts though, and you blurt out a rushed “Suna were you always this hot?” gesturing to his Yukata.

Y/n-chan I think you broke Suna.

He's just a flustered mess and he doesn't reply, instead saying he's hungry and buying something to eat. He buys one for you too, and suggests you guys walk and eat at the same time.

Definitely shows you memes and takes videos of you as the night progresses and the two of you loosen up and start doing dumb stuff.

Takes lots of pictures of you so he can document how pretty you look and keep it with him.

You pose for some, whilst some are just totally candid, with absolutely no pretense, your beauty in its natural glory.

Suna is just so whipped, and he knows he'll regret it if he doesn't tell you honestly, so he wipes some sauce off from the side of your lip and kisses you gently.

It's a quick peck, but it took lots of courage.

“i mean to tell you earlier, y/n, but you look beautiful in this kimono”

You smile, and he's just so super happy he got over his nerves.

“thank you Suna. I think you look amazing in your yukata” you say softly, as you run your fingers along the hem of it, feeling the soft material beneath your fingers.

The fireworks are just streaking bursts of colour across the sky, and you're looking into each others' eyes with so much adoration.

“just now's kiss was too short” you murmur softly as you capture him in a passionate kiss.

It gets really late, and you guys go home. He makes sure you're walking back with your friends before heading home himself.

Calls you after he reaches home and tells you he had an amazing night.

He definitely looks over all the pictures he took of you and makes one of them his lockscreen

Kuroo

I actually mean this if I could date any of the hq boys I would date Kuroo. He's such a sweetheart and I adore him to bits and pieces.

So Kuroo asks you to the festival with a bet. He's like “if Nekoma wins this match, you'll go on a date with me to the festival, kitten.”

And he has the hottest smirk on his face. Like stfu and leave some pretty for other men >:(

You're so flustered but you eventually agree.

No surprise that Nekoma wins both sets and it's mainly because Kuroo didn't let a single ball go past him, he was literally on fire.

So he's smiling and tells you he'll pick you up at 8.00.

I'm pretty sure Kuroo is a total gentlemen, so he meets your parents they totally love him and he's just waiting for you to come down when he sees how lovely you look in a kimono, and he's the literal embodiment of the 😍 emoji.

Like he can't tear his eyes off of you and you're getting so flustered, so you just drag him out of the house and to the festival.

“Such a dom, aren't you kitten?”

When you're at the festival he tries playing a game. He wants to win you something, so he's pretty serious and focused.

He ends up winning and he's all like “so I got reward for you. Do I get a reward from you?” and he's just lowering his face to meet yours.

So you grudgingly kiss his cheek but you definitely loved it, ok?

He definitely buys food and will not eat any of it unless you feed him.

Feeds you too, and takes cute selfies to post on his Instagram.

You guys end up taking a lot of selfies together and trying out all the cute filters. Kuroo's favourite picture is one of you looking at him whilst talking to him, your eyes super bright, and he's just smiling for the camera, but his eyes are on you.

Makes it his phone wallpaper on the spot, to your delight.

Informs you of a fireworks show happening in a little while, and settles down to find an empty place to enjoy it.

Wraps as arm around you because it's apparently "cold" and "your kimono won't keep you warm like his arms will"

You complain but secretly love it.

He then goes full-on nerd more and explains the science behind fireworks, whilst the colours are filling the night sky.

But he soon goes quiet after seeing the colours reflected in your eyes. He's so shy, and he literally can't help himself, he kisses your lips softly.

You guys totally smile into the kiss ugh this is so cute.

Takes you home responsibly and thanks you and your parents before leaving.

Sends you a thank you text before falling asleep, dubbing the night he saw you in a kimono "the best night of his life, to date"

I'm gonna cry Kuroo is so important to me, I love him so much.

Sakusa

Okay in my opinion, you'll have to be the one asking Sakusa out. He'll be super moody about it, but internally, he's dying to go.

You arrive at his doorstep to pick him up and he's just blushing at how cute you look in the kimono.

Like wow aight thank God I'm wearing a mask because this blush is fresh as heck +_+

Silently passes you a tube of hand sanitizer and you're so confused.

“if you put this on, we'll be able to hold hands.”

You're close to dying, no one has ever been able to touch Sakusa's hands, or hand sanitizer before. So you eagerly put it on, and intertwine your soft hands with his.

He's just so touch starved, so he holds your hand tighter as you guys make your way to the festival.

Sakusa hates it there. He waits for you to buy food before finding a secluded area to get away from the crowds.

You're also kinda glad you'll get to spend some time alone with him, so you aren't complaining.

You guys talk about lots of things, you definitely being the more flirty one in the conversation.

You suddenly muster up the guys to tug his mask down softly, seeing his pink cheeks and soft smile.

“can I kiss you?” you ask gently, eyes fixated on his lips.

“yes” he breathlessly replies, as your lips make your way to his, the sky is lit with fireworks, but the two of you hardly notice.

Your hand is tangled in his soft curly hair, and you're both blushing messes.

He walks you back, this time, and thanks you for spending a wonderful night out with him.

Low-key feels bad that you didn't get to enjoy the festival properly, so he tries to make it up to you by buying you lunch the next day. Very wholesome 10/10

[Ari's note: AHHHHH This was such a whirlwind to write it actually took me so long so I hope you enjoy this <3]

Taglist: @k-sakusa-old

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[b0ba-chan]

Haikyuu boys as messages I have received/sent on Tinder

There is no reason to this

Karasuno

Daichi- Cuz i’m a pervert with a big cock?

Sugawara- Hey, I’m a teacher and I’ve always wanted a TA as beautiful as you

Nishinoya- aye what’s poppin. U wanna kick my balls?

Tanaka- strictly on that gang shit always stay hyped all men are equal some just work harder (add emojis)

Kageyama - I want to hug you. Why?

Hinata - sorry im late i was walking my betta fish

Tsukishima - I’m a cold guy I don’t have much feelings because my past and so I don’t know why my heart gets faster when I see your picture and have a feeling I think that is dumb.

Yamaguchi- call me biodegradable because i break down easily

Nekoma

Kuroo- I’m a virgin with whore mentality

Yaku- it feeds into the complex of being a dominant and protective person even though i'm 5’3 with no muscles to protect anyone or even myself.

Kenma - you would look hot as fuck with a strap on

Lev- can i be honest? I’m used to the boring plain jane white girls. I don’t know your ethnicity but you are one hot brown animal I can’t lie.

Fukurodani

Bokuto - *snuzzles you* :3 hi zaddy *sits on your phat cock*

Akaashi - I don’t have a chance but I’ve also had a crush on you for some time now. The way you articulate and put words together is also something I’ve always admired about you.

Konoha - Oof ur pretty

SMH don’t reply then thot

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa - peg me. I’ve got toys and stuff I’d love to be ur snap slut until then.

Iwaizumi- I would pay you hundreds of $ just to have you watch my 10” cum on snapchat. Serious offer.

Matsukawa- we’re a perfect match if you also somewhat hate yourself but simultaneously think you’re a little better than everyone.

Hanamaki- ik it’s weird but do u know some1 who will take my virginity?

Kunimi- once i got high and i went home and i was looking in my mirror and i held my breath until my face turned red and burst out laughing because my face looked so funny that color. So i kept holding my breath to make my face change color and eventually felt my legs start to shake and i passed out

Kyotani- *grinding my heel into a mans face* all men are my slaves

Shiratorizawa

Ushijima- Hello beautiful. You’ve got a cute smile. So how are you doing by the way? I hope you’re in good health? Stay safe.

Tendou - your nose was forged from the transmutated soul of a martyr, smelted within the pink fire of a void smelter under the guidance of a fire elemental, smithed by elves and valkyries during a blood moon, reinforced with a memory alloy, molded to match a sorceress’ nostrils, cooled with a mermaid’s tear, frolicked on by fairies, kissed by a goddess of love, and blessed by a druid to show off a heavenly sparkle!

Semi - I wish I could fuck you really harf.

You are so sexy damn

Hard *

Inarizaki

Atsumu - Speaking of consent, when wake up, the first thing I see better be your ass in my face

Suna - You cute but lowkey just tryna fuck

Osamu - *starts dry humping you*

Other

Futakuchi - You look like my ex...

Gao - Need a daddy with a thick cock?

Terushima - *insults me* *I fire back* lmfaooo i was drunk last night when i sent that i didn’t realize how mean it sounded i was trying to be quirky

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[ultradiplr]

#1 Fan

Plot: You catch the eye of your favorite baseball star Siebren de Kuiper before a game~

Tags: Sort-of-Sexting, Age Difference. Semi-Public. BJ. Overuse of the smiling emoji. Reader radiates big bottom energy, but is otherwise gender neutral. Sigma is a… Fuckboi. lol

A/N: I have no self control and even though I have like five other things I’m working on right now @sketchingshow ‘s Baseball!Sigma has given fuel to a new fire.

Xx

You look at the clock over the ticket booth and grimace, looking down at the digital ticket you had pulled up on your phone screen, mentally face palming at how you had gotten 12:30 and 2:30 mixed up. You sighed and walked up to the qr scanner, verifying yourself, and walked through the rotating metal pipes of the entrance, figuring since you were already here you might as well check in. It’s not like you could go home and wait considering it took you an hour to get here.

Oh, the things you were willing to put up with so you could see your favorite baseball player Siebren de Kuiper in his last season.

There were a bunch of people here already, staff and fans alike, though mostly for the home team, so you weren’t that anxious at being so early. You walked through the entrance hall, taking a few photos of some of the player posters hanging, and out through a vomitorium that lead into the stadium. You looked out over the empty field, bright and green and surrounded by high walls of seats, and took a quick selfie with the vast expanse of the stadium behind you, at least being this early meant no one knocking you down or being in the way for a cute photo. 

You wandered down closer to the field, taking in the smell of freshly cut and watered grass, and took a load off in one of the more expensive seats. The home team was currently practicing before the game so you didn’t really care that much about watching them, content to fiddle with your phone until somebody told you to move. 

For a while you browsed some videos and looked through your social media when you got an alert. Siebren de Kuiper had posted an update on his profile. You tapped the notification and simultaneously had your heart drop into your feet and your stomach rise into your lungs when you saw something you never thought you would,

A picture of you, sitting alone in the stands wearing his name and number, boredly looking at your phone with the caption, 

“Not seen much nowadays, an eager fan. Lol. -Siebren.”

Your face was instantly set ablaze with embarrassment, too embarrassed to glance up and see the teams trading off field time, not sure how you’d react if you actually saw him looking in your direction. God, you wanted to die, but at the same time you felt like shouting out loud and dancing. You didn’t know what to do, you’ve never been noticed by a celebrity before. Should you leave a comment? Reshare it? Screencap it, print it, and hang it on your wall? Well, maybe not that, but what! Oh god this was so cool and crazy and oh god, you looked so weird in this pic! Was that what it looked when you sat down? Such poor posture! Ugh and you looked so tired! Would it be weird to try and doll yourself up or-

You shake your head and pinched the bridge of your nose, you were overthinking this. What would a normal person do in this situation? You typed out a quick comment. “Haha, that be me!” No, no too childish. “Wtf, that’s me!!!” Too surprised. Hmmm...

“Lol that’s me!”

Normal and friendly. Exactly how it should be. You were proud of yourself as you submitted the comment, marveling at it under his picture. You were nervous at him seeing it as you scrolled through his feed a little, mostly selfies of him with his team, over filtered pictures of his home life, and reshared posts about space facts and dumb baseball puns. It was honestly kind of adorable and underappreciated, if the low amount of likes meant anything, the man was as wholesome as they came and no one seemed to appreciate it!

A new notification popped up as you scrolled, a reply to your comment!

You tapped it and felt your heart flutter, Siebren de Kuiper had liked and replied!

“Thank You for your eager support then! :) - Siebren.”

A wide smile crossed your face at that, god that was adorable! You typed out a reply without thinking,

“Always a pleasure! <3” 

You giggled when you hit confirm, insides all warm. This was so cool. Like, literally, this was the coolest thing ever. You glanced up to the field, face burning when you noticed that he sat not too far away from you, sitting in the dugout a little diagonally from you, tapping away on a smartpad. Most likely browsing his own stuff. That was cool. He was cool. And handsome. And nice. And funny. And smart. And- okay your brain was going haywire. 

You needed to take a walk before you began to hyperventilate. You stood up and walked back into the entrance hall where miscellaneous vendors had set up, mostly baseball paraphernalia for the visitor’s team since the home team had it’s own gift shop in the building. You browsed a bit to distract yourself from the excitement. 

You were looking at a new version of the shirt you were already wearing when your phone buzzed with a notification.

“New direct message.”

That was odd, you never got dmed. You quickly opened it to find that you got a message from a random, empty account you weren’t following named Sigma14, weird name.

Where did you go?

You always forgot to lock dms to private, shrugging, you typed out a quick reply.

Sorry, Wrong person!

You were flipping through your settings to find the right configuration when a new reply came through.

Oh, I’m sorry!

I forgot this was my personal account!

It’s me, Siebren!

Your heart stopped and heat filled your body again, but your rational mind was rightfully unconvinced.

Yeah, sure you are.

Just send me the virus link

lol

You typed out, but waited for a reply this time, not knowing if you’d prefer to be let down with this being some weird scammer or actually get a real reply. Both seemed equally upsetting but for different reasons and on different ends of the spectrum. 

Here’s Proof!

He sent a few pictures. The first was of him, smiling into the camera with a thumbs up while sitting in a dugout, his face sweaty and his greying hair a little mused, then the next was a picture of the field you were just in, the name of the stadium clearly seen, and the last was a picture of the seat you were sitting in with a red question mark and arrow pointing to it. 

See!

He added after. You hugged your phone and squealed quietly, suddenly bursting with energy. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. It was really him!!!

akdjfldjsaf!

it’s really you!!!

I’m a huge fan!!

You typed out excitedly. 

Haha

I noticed!

Thank you for supporting me!

:)

So where did you run off to?

You took a photo of the shirt table you were standing at, glad that it was still pretty empty so no one seemed to mind you loitering around the table. You framed two different shirts with his name and number on it in two different colors, home and away.

Just buying some merch.

I need a new shirt

Lol

Which one do you think I should get?

You smiled when the texting bubble instantly popped up, feeling bubbly at the knowledge he was paying attention to you and not practicing.

Firstly, You have excellent taste!

And secondly, I don’t know…

I think I’d have to see it on you!

That last message almost killed you as you stood with your mouth open, if you’d been an omnic you were sure you’d have overheated and combusted. What the heck! What the Heck! Was he? No. Was he? No, surely not! He couldn’t have. That was… that was.. Did he just ask for a pic? You were blushing hard and silently staring at the words on screen before the typing bubble came up again.

Goodness!

I’m sorry for that last sentence!

I didn’t realize how that sounded!

I hope I did not upset you!

You let out a breath reading his reply, nerves calming. Of course he didn’t! Why would world famous baseball star Siebren de Kuiper want to get a pic of you in his jerseys? You were sure he could have actual models if he wanted. He didn’t need you! Oof, that was harsh, but true.

asfadaafsd haha

it’s alright!!!!!

I didn’t think anything of it

I think I’m just going to buy both, they’re both nice

You quickly replied, not wanting him to think you were upset at him. And you weren’t. Surprised, yes. But not angry. You mean, you’d totally send pics to him if he wanted, but you were sure he’d never want that. Right? 

They are!

And I’m sure both will look great on you!

:)

Your hands flexed on your phone as you gripped it a little tighter, looking at the two still unpurchased shirts. You picked up the shirts up, buying them and went to the nearest bathroom. You take off your shirt and replace it with the away shirt, leaving it a little unbuttoned, and snapped a mirror selfie, and looked at it on your phone. Cute despite the bathroom behind you. You did the same with the home shirt. 

You sat on the toilet holding your phone tightly as you debated actually sending them. They weren’t very explicit but still, the implication would be carried if he really meant anything the first time around. If he meant anything. Which he probably didn’t. So these photos wouldn’t be too bad to send… right?

You bit your lip and hit send. Waiting anxiously for a reply. Your heart was racing as you waited, feeling your blood pressure rise when the typing bubbles popped up.

:) :) :)

I was right.

They do look good on you!

You erupted in a fit of giggles, nerves a little on fire, god this was the craziest thing you’ve ever done. He wasn’t finished as more texts came in,

Would you like to get them signed?

:)

Holy fuck. Was he flirting with you? He had to be, right? Well shit, you couldn’t pass this opportunity up! You quickly typed out a reply, fingers shaking a little.

Would you?!?

Omg that would be amazing!

His reply came in instantly,

Come by entrance five in ten minutes.

I’ll gladly sign you.

:)

You actually yelled laughed, face burning like a stove, and pumped your fist in the air. Yes. Yes. Yes. You left the bathroom insanely giddy, wearing the white home shirt, and went to look at a map of the stadium. Entrance five was the farthest from the main entrances, and from what it looked like on your phone, a part of the stadium that was going to be completely empty. You chewed your lip as you made your way over there, nerves on fire. God you hoped this was going the way you wanted it and you hadn’t just misinterpreted everything.

About twelve minutes later as you sat in the empty hallway flipping through your phone and trying to distract yourself from your racing thoughts, he walked in through the stadium side. You got up instantly as his large shadow stretched across the floor. God, he was tall. Seven feet if you remembered correctly, two feet taller than you, and broad, insanely broad, arms like pythons. He looked a bit sweaty in his baseball uniform, an outfit that hid very little on his hulking frame, and smiled at you apologetically.

“I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” He said coolly as he walked inside.

 He stepped up toward you gently, a kind smile as he held out a hand. You grasped his hand with both of yours, his hands were large, insanely, fuck, he was so much bigger than you, your mouth watered a little. 

“It’s no problem, I was happy to wait!” You said nervously and a little quickly, “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He repeated in his slightly accented voice, warm and absolutely lovely, sounding a lot different than what you were used to from watching interviews. “A lovely name.”

You laughed nervously and looked off, embarrassed, “T-thank you.” you stutter out as you dropped your hands to hide in your pockets.

“So, make this out to Y/N then?” He asked, pulling a pen out of his pocket and looking at you softly. God, your heart was a puddle.

“Uhh, yeah, I guess.” You said and he hummed in agreement.

You were going to hold out a piece of your shirt out for him to sign, but instead he stepped a little closely and bent down, putting the tip down just under your shoulder. You didn’t miss the glimmer in his eye as he bent in close, holding you still a little with his big hands, and wrote delicately on your skin. You held your breath, biting your lip as the hulking mass of him was so close to you, making your head swim.

“To my loyal fan Y/N,” He said as he wrote, his tone having gone down a notch, making your skin erupt in goosebumps, “Siebren.” He signed, eyes locking with yours as he stood back up.

You laughed breathlessly, leaning on the wall behind you for support as he didn’t move back much, looming over you a bit. 

“T-thank you, I, uh… thanks.” You said, biting your lip a little and fluttering your eyes.

He smirked as he leaned on the wall above you, caging you a little, though leaving enough room that if you really wanted to leave you could. He was giving you a chance to stop, maybe saving face if he also misinterpreted, this was all up to you.

You chewed your lip as he looked down at you expectantly. Your hands shook a little as they rose and gently rested against the rough fabric of his uniform over his chest. He continued watching you, eyes darkening as you hands wandered over his abdomen, feeling him up a little. He was so firm and a lot more ripped than you had thought. This man was a damn brick house.

You hesitated a little as you got lower, looking up at him for permission as your fingers got to his waistband. He smiled, his hand not propping himself against the wall raising to grasp your smaller ones and gently pushing you lower himself, right over his half hard on.

He huffed hotly as you made contact with him through his pants and you couldn’t help the little whine that escaped your throat. You felt him up, mouth watering a bit at the feel of the size of him, only half hard it was already bigger than the length of your hand. You groped and stroked him through his pants, pulling a few groans from him for the effort, but as he got harder he stopped you.

“Enough of that.” He said a little strained, voice heavy with lust as he patted your greedy hands away.

He stood up a little, no longer leaning over you for a moment as both hands went to undo his belt as your hands rested on his large thighs, you mind momentarily filled with the image of you straddling these thick slabs of meat. When he finally pulled himself from his pants, just as long and thick as you always imagined.You licked your lips and looked up at him, his face red, sweaty and eyes looking at you hungrily, it made you shiver in excitement. Fuck, you wanted him to come undone.

Without any prompting you bent down and kissed his cockhead as you slid onto your knees, earning a breathless word in dutch. You didn’t know what it was, but it sounded endearing and it stroked something inside you. He had to bend his knees a little and haunch over you, leaning his head against the wall, the height difference a little difficult while standing, but it made it all the more hotter in your opinion.

You lavished his hard cock with wet kisses and gentle stroking, going off the amazing noises he was making to get a feel for what he liked as you licked him sloppily. His dick was so hard and hot and beautiful His tasted a bit salty but he smelled really good, like grass and dirt and... chalk? It was a strangely arousing combination.

You smiled up at him as he stared at you, eyes half lidded and face red, looking a little angry and a little delirious. So handsome. Like a wet dream. You trailed a line of kisses from the underside of his base up to his tip, eyes locked with his as your lips got closer to his head, and when you did, you opened your mouth and laid his head on your tongue.

He moaned loudly, his hips canting and slipping through your hold into your mouth a little, dragging another moan out of him as you enveloped his head with your soft mouth. A hand dropped from the wall above you as it weaved itself into your hair. Your tongue swirled around his head, humming with please as he choked a little at the feel and gripped your hair a little harder.

He began to circle his hips a little, his cock slowly leaving and entering your wet mouth, getting a little deeper as he went. You just took it, drooling and moaning as he got deeper and deeper and pulled out less and less. As you got most of him in he stilled to a halt, breathing hard as you swallowed around him, looking at him with eyes full of hot tears with the stretch. Fuck, the feeling of him so deep was glorious, but he hadn’t hilted, and despite the fact he looked about to bust and you were not that sure if you could, you began bobbing your head a little to get farther.

His strangled moans where music to your ears as he didn’t stop your endeavor, burying his head in the crook of his arm against the wall as his other hand still had a tight grip in your hair. Your throat was getting raw as you mouthfucked him and you knew that you were probably depriving yourself with sufficient oxygen, but you didn’t care, the desire to please him much too large. 

Finally your nose met the pubes on his groin and he held you still against him, every muscle on his body pulled taut. He was mumbling something, but it didn’t sound like English, or dutch for that matter, just pure breathless gibberish as you felt him pulse in your mouth. You focused on breathing and relaxing around him, brain too scrambled to do much else.

Everything felt so good, your nerves were so sensitive and every little sensation made you shiver in desire.  The feeling of your shirt against your chest, of your pants against you groin, of his fingers in your hair, of the feeling of his thighs under your hands, it all felt so good. Fuck, having him in your throat was turning you on so much it felt like you were going to cum from this alone.

Slowly he began to rut into your mouth, using your mouth as his own little fleshlight. Fuck, it was so hot. H was breathing so hard, his thighs twitching under your hands. He was saying something now, dark and needy, spoken like demands or praises but you couldn’t understand him, couldn’t hear anything over the sound of the squelch inside your head of him fucking into your throat.

Your eyes lulled and you just moaned around him, feeling the drool spill onto the front of your shirt as he fucked you to delirium, choking you repeatedly on his cock. Suddenly he held you tight to his base and said the first words to break through the haze of lust since you started, 

“Swallow.” He said through grit teeth, like you had any other choice.

The feeling of him twitching in your mouth and spilling his hot cum in the back of your throat triggered your own orgasm, and without any direct stimulation your body was wracked with a full body shiver. Your body flinched against his hold as you felt the thick liquid get forced down, but he held you steady, and before he was finished, he pulled out quickly to squirt the last of himself on your slightly swollen lips and drool covered chin.

You would have been angry if you weren’t so out of it. He hummed with please as you stared up at him through the tears in your eyes, tilting your face up to him so he could see the copious amount of cum on your tongue.

“Swallow.” He said softer than before, out of breath.

You obediently closed your mouth and swallowed, opening it again to show him and he smiled widely, petting your head. 

“Goed, goed.” He purred and it made you bristle in happiness in your post orgasm state.

You stayed like that for a while, him petting you and whispering kind words as your mind slowly booted up again. As he got himself presentable again and you cleaned yourself, he helped you back onto your feet and you checked the time on your phone. 2:15? Geez, time really flew by.

You were about to alert him of this when his hand met your lower back as he lead you back toward the entrance hall, “Yes, I know.” He said with a wink.

You were confused until you actually got out and saw through the large glass windows of the entrance the sheets of rain pouring over everything. There was an alert on your phone from the ticket holder, 

Delayed Game.

You looked up at him and he smiled smugly, “It seems I have a bit more time before the game.” He said with fake surprise.

“Do you have anything else you’d like to get signed?” He asked, hand still on your lower back as he lead you into the more private area of the stadium.

The fire of desire was lit again and you smiled up at him, “I still have two more shirts.” you say innocently.

He hummed and you felt his thumb rub lightly over your lower spine, 

“Well, then, let’s find a pen.”

#Sigma #Overwatch Sigma #Sigma Overwatch #Siebren de Kuiper #Sigma/Reader #Siebren de Kuiper/Reader #reader insert #self insert #Sigma fanfiction

[bxcksdoll]

Instagram

Pairings: Thor x reader

Summary: Y/N teaches Thor how to use instagram.

Request by @gbadwal : Heyy can you make a thor x reader where she is teaching him how to use ig but he posts a picture of her sleeping coz he has like millionssss of followers

Warnings: none

A/N: Chris Hemsworth is do pure in the gif below uwu

“What is that?” Thor asked from behind you, as you sat curled up on the couch next to Natasha.

“What’s what?” the redhead responded, glancing behind at him.

“That thing you’re on, on your phone,” he moved around the couch and squeezed in between you, causing the two of you to move into more space and complain as you did so.

“Uh, you mean Instagram?” Natasha laughed, dryly, clicking different keys on the screen to show him.

“Yes, what is it?” Thor leaned his finger closer to her phone, attempting to touch it, but she snapped her hand away from his.

“Oh no, big guy, you’re not messing with my phone. Last time you held Tony’s you almost dropped it so stay the hell away from mine,” she protested and Thor nodded in agreement, reluctantly moving his hand back.

“Do you both have Instagram?” Thor asked, turning his head from Natasha to you.

“Yeah, everyone does,” you giggled. Thor felt a hint of embarrassment at not knowing what it was and felt he must have it to be like ‘everyone’.

“Then I want it too!” he gleamed, hiding his slight embarrassment with an adorable smile that always made you melt.

Natasha burst out laughing. Thor turned to her, a confused frown plastered on his features. Natasha, quickly, regained herself as her expression went serious again. “Oh, you’re serious?” she asked with disbelief.

“Very much serious,” he nodded.

“Do you even know what Instagram is used for, Thor? Or how it works?” you asked.

“Not really but that doesn’t matter, I’m sure you can teach me how it works, my love,” he gave you another heart-warming smile which you couldn’t say no to.

“Um, sure,” you replied. “I’d be happy to help!”

Natasha burst out laughing, again. “Good luck, Y/N! I think I’ll leave you too alone for a few hours to see how long it takes for Thor to figure out how to use it,” she teased, leaving the room.

Thor grumbled something under his breath which you couldn’t quite hear - you assumed it was some snarky remark about Natasha.

“Do you have your phone with you?” you asked him.

“No, it’s in the kitchen I think. I’ll be back in a moment.”

After Thor returned, you downloaded Instagram on his phone and started setting up his account. Annoyingly, he didn’t have an email yet so you had to create one first in order to start his account.

“What do you want your username to be?” you asked, scooching closer to him.

Thor paused, his brows furrowing, “my...what?”

You facepalmed, laughing to yourself. “It’s what you name yourself on social media - how people know it’s you. For example, Bruce’s is @brucebanner - he kept it simple but Natasha’s is @thisisnatasha.”

“Oh, I see,” Thor nodded, “I think mine should be...@godofthunder!”

“Hmm, sorry, sweetie, but that username is already taken.”

“What?! How? That person is an imposter! I am the only god of thunder!” Thor raised his voice as you giggled in response.

“They’re not really a god of thunder, Thor. They just decided to have that username, that’s all. Anyway, one thing you’ll learn about social media is that lots of people pretend to be people they’re not - so be careful,” you replied, placing your hand on his knee.

“Oh, right. Of course,” Thor laughed, slightly embarrassed. “In that case, should my username be @sonofodin?”

“Yes, that’s a good choice and it’s free too!”

After setting up his account, you showed him all of the pages he would use.

“This is your feed - you haven’t got any right now since you don’t follow anyone. And here is the search page where recommendations will pop up. If you click this bar you’ll be able to search for anything you want. Here, I’ll make you follow the others...and if you now go back to your feed and click on the top right you can message any of us!”

Thor grabbed his phone from you and turned it so that you couldn’t see it. For a moment, you were confused but then you felt a familiar buzz from your back pocket; you sat up slightly to take your phone out of your pocket. Switching it, on the screen read: ‘@sonofodin: Hello, my love😉’.

You laughed out loud, smiling up at him. “When did you learn to use emojis?”

“Stark put them on my phone a few weeks ago. I think they’re rather amusing,” he grinned back and turned his phone towards you, once again.

“Okay and now if you go on your feed you can see what everyone posts. See, there’s Wanda out on a date with vision! If you scroll down you’ll see more - ah it’s Clint and his daughter!”

“And how might I post my own photos, love?”

“You press this middle button and your camera roll comes up like this,” you helped him.

“Thank you, Y/N. I can’t wait to try this out! How do I receive these followers you talk about?”

“Well, if you post something they will start following you. Oh, you see that circle below the heart?” Thor nodded. “That means someone has either liked a post of yours or has followed you. See, Tony, Natasha, Sam and Bruce have already followed you back!”

“Woah, that was rather fast...do people spend their whole lives on this app?” he scrunched up his face.

“Yes, some do,” you laughed. “You just have to make sure you don’t get too carried away.”

“I’m sure I won’t use it too often.”

Just then, Sam came skidding into the room.

“Since when did you get Instagram, Thor? I didn’t even think you knew how to turn on a phone!” he shouted.

Thor sighed, frustrated. “Does everyone around here think I’m some incapable old man who can’t work a simple device?!”

“Well, you are over a thousand years old, sweetie,” you giggled, kissing his cheek.

——————————————————————————

That night, you barely got any sleep. Usually, you would stay up on your phone for most of the night but tonight it was Thor. You lay in bed, turned away from him as he sat up, his face close to the blue light of his phone.

“Thor, hunny, can you turn the brightness down? I can’t sleep!” you complained.

“Sorry, my love, but I’ve turned it to the darkest it can go,” he replied, continuing to scroll through Instagram.

To your surprise, you managed to get some sleep and woke up as the sun shone through your eyelids. Turning over, you admired Thor sleeping on his back, his phone rising and falling on his chest. You laughed to yourself and took your phone from the nightstand beside you.

Opening Instagram, you decided to go on Thor’s new account to see what he had been posting. But, so far, he had only posted one picture. Your eyes widened in shock and embarrassment as you clicked on it.

Thor had posted a picture of you curled up in bed, the blanket around you positioned securely. He had taken a picture of you while you slept. Glancing down, you saw that the caption read: ‘Hello, Instagram! This beautiful woman helped me set up my account and showed me how this all works. Excited to be here.👍’.

He had gained 5 million followers overnight which shocked you and, as you looked down you saw that the post had over 2 million likes.

You sighed, deeply, annoyance running through your body. However, when you turned to look at him your annoyance melted into content and love - he looked so relaxed and happy, which you couldn’t stay mad at.

Looking down in the comments you sighed and laughed, again, at the other Avenger’s commenting:

@starktony: She may look peaceful now but just wait till she sees you’ve posted this. It was good knowing you, buddy.👋🏻

@stevengrogers: Yay!! You finally got it! Y/N looks so cute here.

@wandamaxi: HAHA! She’s adorable.🥰

@thisisnatasha: Awwww my bby is so cute!

@jamesbbarnes: You’re dead once she sees this, pal.

@imsamw: Thanks for this, now I can blackmail her with it😈

You shook your head, moving closer to Thor. You wrapped your left arm around his torso, laying your head on his chest.

“You’re gonna have to make this up to me when you wake up, Thor,” you smirked, trailing small circles on his chest.

Tag list: @xmarveled

#thor x reader #thor imagine #chris hemsworth #marvel #marvel imagine #fluff #thor fluff #thor one shot

[askauradonprep]

So, what would everyone think of the two rumble matches last night? Anyone happy with the results? Mad? Had a favorite part/least favorite part?

I was actually going to write a series of ‘tweets’ for some friends who enjoy WWE and Descendants so I’m reallllllllyyyyyy glad you asked.

Sheamus vs Chad Gable (I refuse to dignify the stupid storyline that called him ‘Shorty G’) - 

@MalGuillory - Okay, yeah. Kinda shoulda seen this coming on the pre-show. Not a bad start! At least it wasn’t the girls or the tags this time -_-

@LiLonnie - YES! Welcome back Sheamus! I’m sorry, Shorty, I love you too.

@WhatsmynameUmaThalassa - Meh. Slow start but not bad.

@JayRasheed - When’s The Bar coming back?@CarlosDeville replied - @Cesaro https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LH4Y1ZUUx2g

@BenBonhomme - Not a bad start! Welcome back, Sheamus!

 Andrade vs Humberto Carrillo - 

@CrownPrincessRuby - Ahhh! I don’t know who to cheer for! Someone help!@PrincessAnxelin replied - Seriously, she’s making the ‘computer overheating whirring’ noise.

@BenBonhomme - Awww! I thought Humberto had him. Next time for sure!

@WhatsmynameUmaThalassa - Was kinda hoping Zelina’d turn on Andrade. Oh well.@CrownPrincessRuby replied - BITE YOUR TONGUE. Zelina and Andrade are so good together!@WhatsmynameUmaThalassa replied - Zelina Vega’s good on her own too. It’s a waste for her to stay with him if they’re not mixed tagging.

@LiLonnie - That was a good match! Bummer for Humberto, but I’m happy for Andrade.

@WhatsmynameUmaThalassa - Wait. Both matches were title-less. IS WWE LEARNING HOW TO BOOK PRE-SHOWS?!?? #ItsAMiracle@HarryHook replied - They must be reading your twitter, Captain. Seems more likely. 

Roman vs Corbin - 

@BenBonhomme - EXCELLENT start to the Rumble! Well done Roman Reigns!

@PrincessAudreyVictore - #ThankYouRoman for having the grace, determination and LEADERSHIP a true King offers.

@JayRasheed - I love Corbin, but as soon as he opened that dog food, he had that coming. Good job, Big Dog.

@CarlosDeville - That’s what you GET for messing with the bloodline!

@LiLonnie - YEAH! Great job Roman! The Usos coming to help had me T.T

@MalGuillory - #WelcomeToTheRumble

@4HeartsEvie - Maybe now Corbin can get a new crown? Please? My work email’s in my description. I’LL DO IT FOR FREE.@Evie’sManagerDoug replied - Please don’t do it for free. 

@PrincessAnxellin - I still think Corbin should’ve won. *shrug*@CrownPrinceChad replied - You and me both.

 Women’s Rumble - 

@MalGuillory - Alright! Let’s get this party started!

@LiLonnie - Already??? Oh well. 

@LiLonnie - OMG OMG Molly Holly, okay, I take it back. @MalGuillory replied - Hey, chill! You’re not allowed to die tonight!@LiLonnie replied - Bold of you to assume Asuka vs Becky isn’t gonna kill me but okay.

@4HeartsEvie - I see we’ve reached the ‘Lonnie freaking out about the Legends’ portion of the show.@JayRasheed replied - Seriously. I’ve learned about 99% of the legends I know about from her freaking out. 

@PrincessAudreyVictore - #ESTofNXT let’s go!

@PrincessAudreyVictore - Oh no! Mercedes Martinez is here! Who am I supposed to cheer for now?@LiLonnie replied - I love them all. Feel my pain. @PrincessAudreyVictore replied - You love all wrestlers. You just have that ‘I just hope both teams have fun’ sign. :P

@JaneCollingwood - I love Lana’s gear! So pretty!

@CarlosDeville - GO LANA!

@MalGuillory - Oh, Liv, what did they do to you? T . T #Travesty

@CarlosDeville - YEAH! NAOMI!

@CrownPrincessRuby - YES! Welcome back Glow Queen! #Naomi

@CarlosDeville - GET THEM NAOMI

@JaneCollingwood - Oh, yay! Welcome back, Naomi!

@MalGuillory - I…seriously? Santina Marella? What?@LiLonnie replied - Long story, bad joke, tell you later.

@PrincessAudreyVictore - We could have had Sasha in the 29th slot. #JustSaying. 

@WhatmynameUmaThalassa - Seriously? I’d say ‘keep Santina Marella in 2009 where it belongs’ but…it didn’t.@WhatsmynameUmaThalassa - The only good thing about this is Beth’s ‘I know where I’m hiding the body’ face.

@MalGuillory - Seriously? No Nia, No Ruby, barely any Liv, Sarah or Tamina? I’m disappointed. Fire & Desire never do though.

@PrincessAudreyVictore - #BowDownToTheQueen

@LiLonnie - She did it! Charlotte Flair did it! @LiLonnie - I just remembered she said she wanted to win the Rumble for her brother. BRB, crying again.

@MadMaddy - As if it were ever in doubt! #Bowdowntothequeen

@JaneCollingwood - Yay, Charlotte! Good job!

@BenBonhomme - Excellent work from all the WWE’s women. They should be very proud of their roster.@4HeartsEvie replied - They should be! And yet…@WhatsmynameUmaThalassa replied - Hey! That’s my line!

@4HeartsEvie - I could not possibly be prouder of Charlotte Flair. Well done. I wish the Bellas could be back but since they can’t.

@CrownPrinceChad - Excellent work from Charlotte. 

@JadeRasheed - *gay panic*

Bayley vs Lacey - 

@JaneCollingwood - I know she’s my favourite wrestler, but I don’t like evil Bayley. I miss the old one.@CarlosDeville replied - We all do. It’s okay.

@MalGuillory - Huh. Kinda thought they’d have Lacey win. She’s been getting pushed and Bayley….hasn’t.

@WhatsmynameUmaThalassa - Bayley needed that win. Point blank.

@PrincessAudreyVictore - Good. She’ll still have the belt for Sasha when she gets back.

@CrownPrincessRuby - I feel bad for Lacey’s daughter but great work, Bayley!@PrincessAudreyVictore replied - I love Lacey Evans, but I have a feeling Bayley won’t keep her belt much longer… *eyes emoji*

@BenBonhomme - That’s too bad. I was kind of rooting for Lacey this time. Oh well. 

@CrownPrinceChad - Boooooooooreeeeeed.

 Bray Wyatt vs Daniel Bryan - 

@FreddieFacilier - YESSSS. Let’s go Fiend already!

@CeliaFacilier - YES, GET HIM WYATT!

@ArabellaUnderTheSea - COME ON DBRY! You’ve fought this clown before!

@MalGuillory  - Yeaaaaaaaaaaahhhh, kinda saw that coming.

@FreddieFacilier - Was that a heel look I saw on DBry? Because yes please.

@Celia - The Fiend won! The Fiend won! I’m so happy!

@BenBonhomme - WHO is going to stop the Fiend? We’re gonna need the Big Dog aren’t we?@PrincessAudreyVictore replied - We ALWAYS need the Big Dog, thank you. 

@Evie’sManagerDoug - If the Fiend’s going down, it’ll be at Mania. @JayRasheed replied - I agree. It’s too early.@CarlosDeville replied - Too EARLY? He only bothers to defend the belt at Pay-per-views. We don’t need two Bork Lasers here. @LiLonnie replied - That’s not entirely true.@CarlosDeville replied - It is on tv.@FreddieFacilier replied - Look, WWE needs a new horror character with Taker gone. Let me have this!@CarlosDeville replied - Okay, fair. I just wish he defended more.

 Becky vs Asuka - 

@LiLonnie - I’m dead. RIP me. Cremate me and put my ashes in the family temple. Cause of death - Asuka and Becky Lynch.@MalGuillory replied - She’s lying down on the floor and hasn’t moved for ten minutes. I think she’s really dead this time.@JayRasheed replied - RIP Lonnie I guess.@CrownPrinceChad replied - Does this mean the captaincy is open?@4HeartsEvie replied - RIP. 

@JayRasheed - #She’sTheMan

@JaneCollingwood - Awww! I wanted Asuka to win! Becky’s on a roll though. She looked great.

@WhatsmynameUmaThalassa - DAMN. Smacked the mist right out of her mouth!@HarryHook replied - Match of the night for sure!

@CrownPrincessRuby - What a match! I’m officially retiring now. There’s no point in staying, that was so good.@PrincessAnxellin replied - Uh, what about OUR TITLES???@CrownPrincessRuby replied - Oh, right. Retirement postponed. @BenBonhomme replied - Should I cancel your cake?@CrownPrincessRuby replied - Absolutely not! Anytime’s a good time for cake!

@MalGuillory - That kick to the face though. I *felt* that one.@4HeartsEvie replied - So did I! 

@4HeartsEvie - They were both so pretty! I love their gear. 

@JadeRasheed - *gay panics harder*@JayRasheed - She’s not joking. Her exact words right next to me - “Holy CRAP am I ever gay.”

@PrincessAudreyVictore - Well done ladies! Now, can you please stop killing my friend??? #RIPLonnie

@BenBonhomme - What a match! This was worth the wait! 

Men’s Rumble - 

@WhatsmynameUmaThalassa - Watch them just feed the roster to Bork Laser.@GilGaston replied - I hope not! D: Will Lesnar be okay?@HarryHook replied - Gil…

@LiLonnie - I will not have words to describe how annoyed I will be if the point of this match is to feed the Rumble to Lesnar.

@JayRasheed - Damn. Even Mysterio and Kofi????@CarlosDeville - I WISH I was surprised.

@CrownPrincessRuby - THE DISRESPECT THE WWE KEEPS GIVING REY MYSTERIO DISGUSTS ME. FUCK. OFF. WITH THAT NOISE.@PrincessAnxellin replied - She just gave off the most swear words I have EVER heard her say in my living room. Aunt Cass would have a heart attack. 

@WhatsmynameUmaThalassa - Yup. Women’s Rumble wins again. 3-0. Sorry guys, maybe next year booking won’t be a dick.

@HarryHook - FUCK YEAH MCINTYRE!

@CrownPrincessRuby - MCINTYRE AND RICOCHET JUST DID *THAT*

@CrownPrinceAziz - HA! Don’t sleep on Ricochet!

@PrincessAudreyVictore - FINALLY they got him out of there!@4HeartsEvie replied - Just in time for the last half too.

@MalGuillory - Holy shit will the guys get to actually wrestle??? Stay tuned.

@WhatsmynameUmaThalassa - So now that Lesnar’s 15 man long dick sucking’s over, we can start the RUMBLE! Finally!

@GilGaston - Brock Lesnar is SO COOL. I wish I could dominate like that. He tossed over like 15 guys!@WhatsmynameUmaThalassa replied - I like you better the way you are.@GilGaston replied - :D

@JayRasheed - GOOD. Now let’s goooooooo!

@LiLonnie - OMG.@LiLonnie - OMG. @LiLonnie - I cAN’t@LiLonnie - I caN’t beLieve 

@JayRasheed - Okay, so, Lonnie just burst into tears so I’m guessing this Edge guy’s important?

@MalGuillory - Uh, anyone want to explain why Lonnie won’t stop crying?@MalGuillory - WAIT. That’s the guy who had the same injury Paige did!@MalGuillory - AWESOME. Welcome back, Edge!

@BenBonhomme - Amazing! Welcome back, Edge!

@PrincessAudreyVictore - I don’t think I can tweet anymore, Lonnie’s digging her nails in my arm to every time something happens to Edge.

@LiLonnie - BE CAREFUL WITH HIS NECK OMG

@JayRasheed - Aw yeah! Bring on the Big Dog!

@WhatsmynameUmaThalassa - Sorry, Rollins, you deserved that ass kicking.@CarlosDeville replied - For real.

@JayRasheed - Double spears! Nice!

@LiLonnie - *incoherent wrestling fan screaming*

@HarryHook - I repeat - FUCK YEAH MCINTYRE@WhatsmynamedUmaThalassa retweeted this.

@JayRasheed - Oh come on. Big Dog should’ve had that covered.@PrincessAudreyVictore replied - I can only assume booking wanted someone new. Too bad. @PrincessAudreyVictore replied - I got my hopes up when the crowd was behind Roman.@JayRasheed replied - There’s always next year. He’ll get them then. 

@WhatsmynameUmaThalassa - A+ McIntyre. Match started slow, but it ended just right. 

@LiLonnie - Good job, Drew McIntyre! No complaints from me. 

@BenBonhomme - That was an awesome show! Well deserved, McIntyre. Well deserved wins all around. 

[eternal-love-song]

Sunshine Trigger

Kaminari, Bakugo, and Shinso are college roommates. Things get complicated when Kaminari starts pursuing his crush on Uraraka and the three have to deal with their feelings for each other and this girl newly pulled into their lives.

[Kaminari/Shinso/Bakugo/Ochako] [Kaminari/Shinso/Bakugo, Kaminari/Ochako, Bakugo/Ochako, Kaminari/Shinso, Bakugo/Shinso, Shinso/Ochako]

[OT4, Alternate Universe, No Quirks, College AU, Roommates, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Developing Friendships, Developing Relationships, Domestic Fluff]

Words: 10,746  Strap in, this is a long one.

"You're blocking my light," Kaminari said as he stared at his plate through the filter on his phone. He was flipping through different filters, though he was fairly certain that he wouldn't be using any of them, a bored expression on his face. The dessert that was on his plate was cute. It was a cake drizzled with strawberry syrup and with graham cracker arranged like a flower bursting from the top of the treat.

"Are you fucking serious?" Bakugo asked as he leaned back in his chair. "Why do you always do this shit?"

"Do you know how disappointed my followers would be if I didn't?" he replied. Usually he would play up his reaction a little more, but he wasn't really feeling it today.

"What he means to say," Shinso added, "Is shut up and let him get paid."

Kaminari looked up from his phone to grin at Shinso. "See, he gets it." He looked back down and took five different pictures of his food, two with filters, and three from different angles, before pushing his plate across the table to Shinso.

"Really? You're not even gonna fucking eat it?" Bakugo groaned.

"Not hungry," Kaminari answered as he looked at the pictures.

"Why did you even come here if you weren't going to eat?" Bakugo growled. "I had better things to do."

"You didn't have to come," Shinso pointed out before shoving the spoon into his mouth. "No one made you."

Bakugo folded his arms and leaned back in his seat, opting to ignore them as he grumbled angrily under his breath.

Kaminari went back to his phone, posting the best pictures on a few social media sites with appropriate emojis and tags. He checked one site in particular, refreshing the page five different times and scouring the new post before he looked up and around again. His eyes scanned the faces around him slowly as he tried to look as unobtrusively as possible.

"Seriously, what the fuck are we doing here?" Bakugo asked.

"Well, I happen to be enjoying this dessert right now," Shinso answered, smirking when his response earned a growl from Bakugo. "Kaminari, on the other hand, is busy trying to stalk his new crush."

"Hey!" Kaminari objected, sitting forward. "It's not stalking!"

"You're waiting for a girl that you've never talked to that doesn't know you exist," Shinso said. He pointed his spoon at Kaminari as he added, "Stalking."

Kaminari sank into his seat. His cheeks turned red. "That's not..."

"What the fuck?" Bakugo asked as he turned toward Kaminari.

"No! Listen," Kaminari insisted, leaning toward Bakugo. "There's a girl in my class, I'm not stalking her! She mentioned that she had a food blog and when I checked her out, she said that she was planning to come here this weekend. I was hoping that I might run into her and maybe we could... talk?" He rubbed the back of his head and looked away from Bakugo's harsh stare.

"You're pathetic."

"We can't all be as confident as you," he murmured.

"Don't mind him," Shinso said. "He's just disappointed that this isn't a date."

Bakugo's eyes widened as he looked at Shinso. "What? Shut your fucking mouth, Shin! I'll kill you!" he yelled as Shinso snickered.

Kaminari stopped listening as the person he was hoping to see walked in through the doors. He stood up as he waved. "Hey, Uraraka!"

She turned towards him, smiling when her eyes actually landed on her. She came over to him quickly. "Hey! You're.... Kaminari, right?"

"Yeah. What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I wanted to check this place out for my blog," she told him. "I've heard good things about them. What about you?"

Kaminari ducked his head and shuffled nervously. "Actually," he lowered his voice, "I was going to hang out with my friends but I think I'm being a third wheel."

"The fu--" Bakugo began, but Shinso interrupted him by shoving a piece of the graham cracker flower into his mouth.

Uraraka looked over his shoulder at them, blushing lightly as she averted her gaze. "Oh... Um, if you want, you could join me."

He perked up immediately. "Really? You don't mind?"

She shook her head. "Not at all. The more the merrier."

Kaminari smiled widely. He turned back to his table as he said, "Hey, I'm gonna go eat with my classmate, will you guys be good without me?"

"We'll be fine," Shinso said. He waved them both away with a lazy grin. "Have fun you two."

The two of them walked away as Bakugo glared at Shinso. "I fucking hate you."

The sound of camera shutters echoed each other as Kaminari and Uraraka both took pictures of their food. She looked up at Kaminari in surprise, meeting his eyes unexpectedly. "Oh, you do it too?" she asked.

"Yeah... I mean, why not, right?" He shrugged. "It gives people something to talk about."

"We should follow each other," she said cheerfully.

"Yeah, sure!"

They exchanged sites and handles, scrolling through media feeds as they dug into their food. He'd already seen her food blog, which was filled with pictures of food and reviews and anecdotal stories of her excursions to try certain things. Her personal account had more pictures of her and her friends, selfies, and a few text posts that he told himself he'd read later.

"Hey! I didn't know you were in a band," she said. She turned her phone toward him, displaying the picture she'd found of Kaminari, Shinso, and Bakugo with all of their instruments. "What's it called?"

"Brain Blast," he told her. "I play guitar, Bakugo is on drums," he explained as he pointed, "And Shinso plays bass, or keyboard, or sings. We're still trying things out."

"That's so cool. I'd love to hear you play sometime."

"Sure! I'll let you know the next time we practice," he told her. "Here, I have a separate account for our band. It's shared between Shinso and I."

She immediately followed the new account, scrolling through posts and pictures before pausing on one in particular. It was a picture of Bakugo, mostly from the waist down, and she could only tell because Kaminari's head was sleeping on the table in the background and Shinso was sticking his tongue out in the corner of the camera. Bakugo was ripped, way more than she'd expected at a glance, and she felt her face going red. The caption read, 'look what I have to deal with in the morning.'

Uraraka put her phone down and focused her attention on her food.

"You okay?" Kaminari asked her.

"I-I'm fine!" she squeaked, before shoving food into her mouth and almost immediately choking on it in her haste.

"Whoa!" Kaminari moved to her side to rub her back, handing her a glass of water. "Careful there!"

She accepted the water, sipping slowly lest she make herself choke again. "Man, that was so uncool," she murmured.

Kaminari smiled kindly at her. "I already thought you were cool," he told her.

"Are you kidding?" she asked. "You're the one with a band."

He laughed. It was a nice laugh and she felt warmer inside as she listened to it. "Nah, they're the cool ones," he admitted. "I'm just there to fill space."

"You fill it well," she said without thinking. She blushed. So did he. Uraraka suddenly noticed how close they were. He hadn't moved back to his seat after handing her her water and his arm was on the back of her chair. They met each others eyes, feeling the pull between them yet frozen with indecision.

"Everything alright here?" They both jumped at the sudden appearance of the waiter. Kaminari moved away from her, sliding awkwardly back into his seat.

He cleared his throat. "We-we're fine," he said.

"As you say." The waiter moved away.

They both let out a breath of relief before smiling at each other.

They had both exchanged numbers by the time Kaminari returned to his band mates’ table. Shinso had ordered another dessert and Bakugo was glaring into a cup of coffee. Kaminari smiled brightly when he sat down with them.

"You look pleased with yourself," Shinso said around his spoon.

"She's so cool!" Kaminari gushed immediately. "She was so funny and cute and she wants to come to band practice and--"

"Glad that your deception worked out for you," Shinso said. "Now you can add stalking and lying to list of romantic moves."

"Who says I was lying?" Kaminari asked, looking at Bakugo. "Maybe I was just reading the atmosphere."

Bakugo's eyes raised, meeting Kaminari's immediately. "Well you read it wrong, idiot." He pushed his chair back and stood, tossing some money on the table. "I'll see you two later," he said as he walked off.

Shinso and Kaminari both stared after him.

"What's wrong with him?" Kaminari asked.

Shinso rested his face in hand. "Nothing. Ignore him." Despite saying that, Shinso kept his eyes on Bakugo's retreating form until it could no longer be seen.

Kaminari was pretty sure he hadn't stopped smiling all week. In between classes he'd been playing a game of social media tag with Uraraka, replying to messages on different sites and trying to keep up with five different conversations, not to mention the occasional texting they were doing. He was laying out on the couch, holding his phone on above his head as he typed his messages before Bakugo stole his phone out of his hands.

"Hey!" Kaminari objected immediately as he sat up.

"Stop fooling around and start studying," Bakugo commanded.

Shinso was sitting on the floor across from him, chewing on the end of his pencil with three different books open before him. He was watching the two of them with heavy, tired eyes, rather than looking at any of the books before him.

Kaminari pouted, putting his head in his hands as he asked Shinso, "What are you working on?"

Shinso's eyes glanced down to the books in front on him. "I'm not even sure anymore. One of these was math, maybe... I've been staring at these for so long I'm not sure I haven't turned into a text book myself."

Bakugo pushed Shinso over with his foot, meeting with surprisingly little resistance. "Go the fuck to sleep. You've been studying all night."

"You're not the boss of me," Shinso replied without moving from his uncomfortable looking slump.

"I don't have all day, blondie!" Bakugo yelled.

Kaminari jumped to his feet immediately, before asking, "What? What I do?"

Bakugo pointed to the table where there was an open text book and a note book. He sat across the open place, glaring at Kaminari until he slowly came over. He eased into his seat cautiously, eyes reluctantly going to the notebook. He was surprised to see that it was Bakugo's handwriting in the notebook and looked up at him questioningly.

"You take shit notes," Bakugo told him.

Kaminari smiled softly as he looked back down at his study aides. "Thanks, Bakugo."

Bakugo's only reply was a dismissive grunt as he kept his eyes glued to his own text book.

Ten minutes into studying, they could hear Shinso's soft snoring from where he's fallen asleep on the floor. Five minutes after that, Bakugo got up and draped a blanket over him, pretending that he's gotten up to get a bottle of water. Kaminari knew it was a pretense when it ended up on his side of the table a few minutes later.

'The idiot can't talk anymore. He has to study.'

Uraraka stared at the strange text message for a few minutes, trying to decide how she should reply. She and Kaminari hadn't been texting anything particularly private, but it was still a little startling to think that someone else could potentially read their private conversation. She chewed her lip as she thought before finally settling on asking, 'Who is this?'

'His roommate.'

'Which one?' she questioned before she could think better of it. It didn't really matter which one it was, since she didn't know much about either of them. Well, outside of what she'd gathered from looking at the post on their band blog. Somehow, in the rush of everything else they had talked about, it really hadn't come up.

'The fuck does it matter?'

The grumpy one, then. Uraraka scrambled to remember what she knew of him, but all she could think of was that picture she'd seen on their band blog, with him shirtless and center stage. Her face flushed bright red and she held her phone to her chest as if to keep it from seeing.

"Talking to your boyfriend again?" Her roommate, Mina, asked as she plopped down on the couch beside her.

"No! He's not my boyfriend!" she objected immediately. "We're just talking."

"And what are you talking about?" Mina asked, moving closer.

Uraraka held her phone closer to her chest as she leaned away from her friend. "Don't be so nosy, Mina."

"This is my only joy," she said dramatically.

She stuck her tongue out at her as she moved off the couch. "Go bother Jirou," she said as she rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

"Meanie!" Mina yelled after her.

Without thinking, she unlocked her phone and sent a message to Kaminari. 'My roommate is so nosy. She hasn't stopped bothering me since she saw me texting you.'

'Just tell her to fuck off,' was the reply that came not a minute later.

'I can't do that!' she answered quickly. 'That would be so mean.'

'Fine, give her the phone, I'll do it.'

'What?'

Not a minute after she sent that message, the phone rang. It was so unexpected that she almost dropped her phone and her heartbeat got twice as fast when she accidentally answered and then scrambled to hold the phone to her face. "Ye-yes!" she said stiffly.

"Put her on the phone," the voice said immediately. Uraraka felt like a bucket of water had been dropped on her. She had completely forgotten, due to Mina's interlude, that she was talking to Kaminari's roommate. That was embarrassing.

"I told you, I can't do that," she insisted. Her heartbeat was slowing down now that she knew she was talking to a stranger. "It would be rude to--"

"She's the one being rude. Are you gonna let her walk all over you?"

"Well, no, of course not," she sighed.

"Then what are you gonna do about it?" he demanded. "If you keep being polite, she'll think it's okay to do whatever she wants."

"Maybe you're right, but still..."

"Still, nothing!"

She heard a shuffling in the background, followed by Kaminari's voice asking, "Bakugo? What are you doing?"

The reply was slightly muffled and she had to assume that he covered the phone with his hand. "Shut up, I'm on the phone."

"Isn't that mi--"

"I said shut it!"

Uraraka couldn't help it, she found herself giggling helplessly at the absurdity of the exchange.

"What's so funny?" he demanded.

"Nothing, nothing," she told him. "Your name is Bakugo, right? It's nice to meet you."

Shinso leaned on the edges of his keyboard as Uraraka applauded loudly. Bakugo slammed down his drum sticks before reaching for a bottle of water and Kaminari grinned madly at her. "So you liked it?"

"You guys sounded great!" she cheered.

"Do you mean it or are you just placating us?" Shinso asked. "It's okay to hurt Kaminari's feelings."

"Hey!"

Uraraka laughed as she picked up two more bottles of water and handed them to Shinso and Kaminari. "No, I really mean it! I liked it. Your lyrics are really good, Shin."

Shinso paused where he's lifted the bottle to his lips. "Shin, huh?" he asked before continuing to drink.

She blushed but before she could say anything, Kaminari was already adding excitedly, "Right? I keep telling him he's really good."

"I still think you would make a better lead," Shinso told him. "You've got the looks for it."

"Maybe," he said uncertainly. "But you're better for the tone we're going for."

"We could go for a different tone."

Bakugo threw one of his drum sticks at Kaminari's head, making him flinch and cover the spot with his hands. "Shut up," he told them. "We'll run through each song twice and you can both have a turn."

"That's a good idea," Uraraka said. "Mind if I record you guys?"

"For personal use or for profit?" Shinso questioned wryly.

"Profit is personal," she told him solemnly.

He snickered. "Go ahead. Just send me the footage later so I can put it on our site."

"I'll need your number, first."

"Kaminari will give it to you."

It wasn't until later that she realized that she could have just sent the footage to Kaminari.

Twin flashes went off as Kaminari and Uraraka took pictures of their plates. Uraraka's plate was piled high with pasta, while Kaminari had a dessert. She almost couldn't tell what it was other than a pile of chocolate.

"You two are fucking annoying with that shit," Bakugo said grumpily before shoving his own food into his mouth.

Shinso had his head slumped over on the table, but perked up when Kaminari slid his dessert over to him. He sat up and spared a smile for him before shoving the mess of chocolate into his mouth and humming in pleasure.

Uraraka giggled. "Why do you two always do that?" she asked.

All three boys looked at her in confusion, but Kaminari was the one to answer. "Do what?" he asked. Shinso rested his head on his palm, the spoon still hanging out of his mouth, and Kaminari took the opportunity to take a picture of it.

"You always order dessert first, but then you give it to Shinso," she pointed out.

Kaminari shrugged as he put his phone down. "Desserts are the best things to take pictures of and Shinso likes them. When I tried to give them to Bakugo he got mad and accused me of trying to feed him scraps." He rolled his eyes.

Bakugo narrowed his eyes. "You got something to say about it?"

Kaminari put his hands up in surrender and shook his head, but he was smiling too widely for the gesture to look sincere. "Nope. Nothing at all."

Shinso hummed again as he took another bite of the chocolate mass. "She's right. You should eat something."

He nodded in agreement, picking up his fork and sticking it into Uraraka's plate. She squeaked in protest, waving him off, but he stole a noodle before she could stop him, smiling smugly as he shoved it into his mouth. She bent over her plate, using her arms as a barrier to protect her food. "Get your own food!" she told him sternly.

Kaminari laughed. "I was just joking! I'm not gonna steal your food. That's your work plate, right?"

Uraraka flushed a little as she sat up. "Y-yeah..."

"If I took too much, you wouldn't be able to review it properly and then what would your fans think?" He winked at her. He briefly glanced over the menu that he'd kept before handing it to her. "Here, you can pick something that we can share."

Uraraka turned red as she took the menu. "What? But, um, I..." she looked down at her food, at the menu, at his face, seemingly tongue tied as she tried to find a graceful way to decline.

"Don't worry about it," he told her. "This way you'll have more you can review, right? Plus, Bakugo always pays when we eat out on band practice days, so you can order the most expensive thing you want."

Bakugo grunted. "Who says I'm paying for your shitty date?" he grumbled.

Kaminari grinned at him, before turning the smile to Uraraka. He folded his arms on the table and laid his head down. "Try to pick something, okay?"

Her blush brightened, but she tried not to pay it any attention as she scanned the menu.

"Pick another dessert for me, too," Shinso said.

"You're gonna rot your teeth," Bakugo told him.

"Then I'll stick to the soft deserts once I do," Shinso replied immediately. "But until then, I'm going to indulge."

"At least eat some real fucking food."

"What's wrong, Bakugo? Would you like to feed me?" Shinso asked. He leaned across the table and opened his mouth.

Bakugo put a hand on his face and pushed him back in his chair. "Shut the hell up, idiot. Don't make me kill you in public."

Shinso snickered.

"You two are really cute together," Uraraka said. The silence that fell over the table just then was unexpected and she looked around at them in confusion. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing," Kaminari spoke up.

"Bathroom," Bakugo said as he stood abruptly and left.

Shinso put his head back on the table, both him and Kaminari watching as Bakugo stormed off. "We're not actually dating," Shinso told her softly.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Uraraka apologized frantically. "I thought... because that first time..."

Shinso waved away her concern. "It's really not a big deal."

"Yeah, Bakugo is like this all the time," Kaminari assured her. "He's... pretty much always set to angry. All emotions are filtered through grumpy first. You really don't have to worry. He'll get mad if you make a big deal out of it."

"If you're sure," she reluctantly relented.

The waiter had taken their order by the time Bakugo returned. Kaminari pushed a bright green drink toward him. "I got you a drink."

"The hell is this? Neon in a glass?" Bakugo asked as he eyed the glass warily.

"It's alcohol," Shinso told him. "I'm gonna take a picture of you when you drink it."

"No."

"Just try it, you'll like it!" Kaminari told him.

Bakugo looked skeptical as he picked up the glass, but paused before lifting it to his lips. He glared at Shinso. "I swear to God, if you take a picture of this and post it on that damn hellsite of yours..."

Shinso raised his hands in surrender, leaving his phone on the table. "Fine, I won't do a thing."

Bakugo took a tiny sip from the glass. A light flashed from the opposite side of him. He looked up in surprise to see Uraraka holding her phone up and giggling. "Oops," she said, completely unrepentant.

"I'll kill you, Round Face," he said with utmost seriousness.

"Hey! None of that!" Kaminari insisted. "Not while we're in a restaurant!"

Bakugo narrowed his eyes at her as she stuck out her tongue. "I won't forget, he promised."

The rest of their food arrived. Kaminari had a platter of shrimp and after popping one of them into his mouth, the rest ended up mostly shared between Uraraka and Bakugo. Shinso got a dessert that was mostly hidden beneath piles of fruit and dribbled with strawberry syrup. Kaminari smiled as he rested his head on his folded arms, watching them all.

Bakugo and Uraraka were arguing about his stealing shrimp. Her argument was that it was supposed to be for Kaminari, while Bakugo argued that since he was paying for it, he could take whatever he wanted.

Shinso poked him with the end of his spoon. "You look happy," he said softly. "What's on your mind?"

Kaminari shook his head. "Nothing, just enjoying this."

Shinso placed his spoon in his mouth as he watched the two arguing back and forth. "Yeah, I know what you mean." He pushed his dessert towards Kaminari and wiggled the plate. "At least take a piece of fruit. For me."

Kaminari obediently took a strawberry.

Kaminari held his phone above him, trying to get the perfect angle for his selfie when someone began banging on the door, startling him with the abruptness of the sound and making him lose his grip on the phone. "Hurry the fuck up!" Bakugo yelled.

Kaminari sighed as he unlocked and opened the door. "You ruined my selfie," he said despondently.

"Like you won't just take a million more," he said with an eye roll as he pushed past Kaminari and went to the sink.

Kaminari sat on the edge of the tub, watch Bakugo brush his teeth before the blonde found his eyes in the mirror and glared at him. Kaminari changed focus to his phone, trying to find a new pose, a new angle, for his picture. They all looked terrible and he couldn't decide whether he wanted to focus on his face or his torso, but he felt like all the pictures were crap anyway. His earlier picture had been nearly perfect and he mourned its loss.

At some point Bakugo had turned around to watch him, but Kaminari didn't notice until Bakugo was wiping his mouth off and asked, "Have you lost weight?"

"No," Kaminari answered without thinking.

Bakugo scrutinized him, eyes raking over his shirtless chest, staring at his stomach, examining his arms and legs. Kaminari covered his chest self consciously. "What are you doing? Cut it out," he told him.

Bakugo marched over to him and pulled his arms away, continuing his examination. "You have," he said accusingly.

"So, what about it?" Kaminari asked as he pulled away. The move nearly made him fall into the bathtub, but Bakugo placed his hands on Kaminri's shoulders and held him in place.

"So, you don't need to lose any weight," Bakugo told him. "When was the last time you ate something?"

"What are you, my mom?" he asked. He brushed off Bakugo's touch and stood, walking out of the bathroom. Bakugo caught his arm. "What now?"

"You feeling okay?" Bakugo asked. His voice was calm, worried. It was odd not to have Bakugo yelling or growling for once.

"I'm fine," Kaminari told him. He smiled, though it didn't have the full force of his usual smiles. "You worry too much."

Bakugo let him go, but Kaminari felt his gaze lingering on him as he retreated back down the hall.

Shinso was laying on the couch, looking over Kaminari's shoulder where he sat on the floor scrolling through social media sites. He was kind of bored, and kind of tired, and maybe halfway to falling asleep when Shinso spoke.

"Hey... Are you gonna ask that Uraraka girl out?" Shinso's voice was low, quiet. Kaminari wouldn't have heard it if he'd actually been asleep. He let his head lean back on the couch and tried to look at Shinso over his shoulder with little success.

"It's not like you to ask questions like that, Shin," he replied. "Why? What's up?"

Shinso was quiet for long enough that Kaminari actually sat up and readjusted his position so that he could look at him. There was conflict in his gaze, which turned to surprise when he found that Kaminari was watching him. He looked away, half burying his head in his arms. "You remember what you said...when you went on that first date with her?"

"What did I say?" Kaminari asked without thinking.

Shinso hid himself further in his arms. "You told her that you felt like a third wheel."

His eyes widened as the memory returned to him and he scratched the back of his head nervously. "Oh yeah, I guess I did say that."

"And later, when you came back and I accused you making things up, you said that maybe you were reading the atmosphere..."

Kaminari dropped his hand and looked at Shinso more closely. "Yeah..."

"So, can you?" Shinso asked.

"Huh?"

Shinso lifted his head to look at him. "Read the atmosphere. Can you?"

Kaminari was certainly reading something in this atmosphere, but he was hesitant to attempt parsing it out and naming it. He sat up straighter, eyes never leaving Shinso, though Shinso didn't look back at him. "What should I be reading?"

"Have you noticed how much crankier Bakugo's been?"

He felt himself relaxing at that. He'd been expecting, and was glad to have that expectation dashed, that Shinso was going to talk about something more...immediate. A smile returned to his lips as he leaned on the couch. "Bakugo is always cranky. There's no reason to be concerned about that."

Shinso actually raised his head to meet Kaminari's eyes at that. "Do you really think?"

He sighed, the smile slipping off his face. Kaminari found that he was the one looking away this time. "No, not really. Do you know about it?"

"Yeah. Don't you?"

"Would I ask if I did?" he questioned angrily.

"I think you would," Shinso told him.

Kaminari didn't respond.

Shinso sat up and moved to the floor so that they were at the same level. He stared intensely at the side of Kaminari's head, but Kaminari didn't acknowledge it other than to press his lips together stubbornly. Finally, Shinso said, "He's upset because you're paying all this attention to some girl. A girl that you never mentioned before, at that. You caught him off guard. You know he hates that."

"Why would he care? He hates listening to me talk about shit he doesn't think is important."

"A girl that you were thinking of trying to date counts as important and you know it."

"I didn't know she'd say yes!"

"You know that's not the point," Shinso said fiercely. "And even if it was, you didn't tell me either. You haven't told me anything about her. I see you texting her, and she shows up to watch us practice sometimes, crashes our lunches, and you haven't told me anything." Kaminari still wasn't looking at him and Shinso had apparently gotten sick of it. He made a frustrated sound as he grabbed Kaminari's shoulders and forced him to meet Shinso's eyes. "You know I would care about that. You know that I would listen to you."

"I'm sorry, alright!" he yelled as he pushed Shinso's hands off of him. "What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to say why."

"I don't know why."

"I think you do know why," Shinso said. "I think you know and that's why you avoid talking about it. You know why Bakugo's upset and you know why you avoid talking to me, but because I haven't said anything, you think you don't have to deal with it, but you do." Shinso lowered his voice as he corrected himself. "You should."

Kaminari pulled his legs up to his chest and pressed his forehead to his knees.

"Bakugo likes you," Shinso said quietly.

"You don't know that," he said immediately.

"Alright, fine," Shinso said. "I like you and you do know that. You've known that for months. I'm not saying that Bakugo and I don't share some of the blame for not saying anything, because we do, but not talking about the fact that you're ignoring this... whatever this is, whatever it could be or could have been, that doesn't make it better. Not talking about her doesn't make it better, it makes it worse."

Kaminari didn't lift his head. He stayed stubbornly curled into a ball until he heard Shinso get up and leave. He ignored the fact that his knees were becoming wet, forcing his lips closed and trying to stay as silent as possible.

It was an hour later that Shinso came back out of his room. It was really only to head to the bathroom and he'd planned on avoiding his roommates fort he rest of the day, but Bakugo passed him in the hall and caught his arm.

"Hey," he said in a low, dangerous voice. It was a rare thing to hear Bakugo so angry without also being loud. "You made him cry."

Shinso had to swallow his guilt at that statement. It hadn't been his intention, but everything he'd said was necessary. They couldn't just ignore everything and let it continue to fester. Kaminari's guilt was obvious and being handled in the worst way possible, and Bakugo spent a lot more time growling and storming out of rooms, and it was starting to get under Shinso's skin. "That wasn't my intention," he said quietly.

"What did you say to him?" Bakugo demanded.

Shinso turned just enough to meet Bakugo's eyes. "What you should have said months ago."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Shinso sighed. "Seriously?" he asked. "I don't want to do this twice. I talked to him about Uraraka."

"Oh."

"And us."

Bakugo didn't say anything to that. He let go of Shinso's arm and turned away. Shinso started to walk back toward his room when Bakugo added, "It doesn't involve you," Bakugo said.

Shinso stopped in his tracks. The expression on his face was some mix of incredulity and angry that he didn't know how to define. "Excuse me? What did you say?"

Bakugo didn't answer, didn't move.

Shinso didn't have the energy to deal with this. "You know what? Fuck this." Shinso continued to his room and slammed the door after him.

The next few days were tense. None of them talked to each other more than necessary. Shinso stayed in his room, Bakugo was quiet and perpetually frowning, and Kaminari just tried to stay away as much as possible. He also wasn't speaking to Uraraka, at least, not directly. He skipped the classes they had together, ignored her texts, but responded to her comments on various sites that they interacted on. It was a bad compromise, ignoring her while not ignoring her, but it was all that he could think of.

"This is fucking stupid!" Bakugo said during one of the rare moments that they were all in the same room.

Kaminari had been sitting at the table, staring at his phone as it vibrated on the table, alerting him to messages that he wouldn't answer.

Shinso was pretending to study and pretending to listen to music at the same time. Bakugo knew that he was pretending, having seen his eyes follow them around the room when either of them moved and the way he reacted to Bakugo's abrupt statement.

Bakugo had been in the kitchen, angrily shuffling around food that he wasn't cooking while he watched the two of them. In fact, of the three of them, only Kaminari hadn't been preoccupied watching the room, and that honestly pissed him off even more. "Just fucking call her already!" he yelled, staring straight at Kaminari, whose eyes were wide like a deer caught in headlights.

"Wha-- I..." Kaminari swallowed thickly, clearly not knowing what to say.

Bakugo stormed over to the table, snatching Kaminari's phone off the table, and scrolling through his contacts. This kicked Kaminari into action as he tried to grab his phone back, but Bakugo was having none of that.

"Wait, no! I'm not ready!"

"Too fucking bad," Bakugo said. "I refuse to watch your dumb ass mope over something that isn't even a problem."

"But Shinso--"

"Who gives a fuck what Shinso said?" he yelled. He could see Shinso thinning his lips out the corner of his eye, but he didn't protest. "Who is this helping?" he asked. "You aren't talking to us! You aren't talking to her! What's the point of that?"

Kaminari flinched like he'd been slapped. Bakugo didn't care. Maybe he needed to be slapped. He'd been upset with Shinso for butting in, but he'd known, even then, that it was the right move. It irritated Bakugo that he was doing the same thing, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. But fuck it! Uraraka was kind of his friend too, at this point, and if you couldn't give advice to your roommates, then who could you talk to?

"We see you every fucking day, so at least we know what's going on," he continued. "She doesn't know shit! How is that fair to her? You go out of your way to bring yourself to her attention and then you just fucking ignore her?"

Kaminari shrunk into himself, eyes glued to the floor. "I don't know what to say."

"Tell her what's going on," Shinso suggested.

"I don't know what's going on!" Kaminari shouted at them. "I don't know...what to say. I don't know what to think..."

"Alright," Shinso said, shutting the book in his lap and putting his headphones aside. "Then let's figure out what's going on." Both Bakugo and Kaminari turned their attention to him. "Instead of ignoring everything, let's actually talk about this."

Bakugo huffed and looked away.

Kaminari bit his lip in hesitation.

Shinso held out his hand, meeting Kaminari's eyes. "Come over here."

Kaminari hesitated a moment longer before walking across the room to take Shinso's hand. Shinso smiled at him as he wrapped his hand around Kaminari's. He choose not to sit on the couch beside Shinso, instead deciding to take a seat on the floor beside him.

"Isn't this better?" Shinso asked. "Instead of trying to wildly ignore every thing, we can just... deal with it, talk about it, and not jump down each other throats or push each other away."

Kaminari slumped against the back of the couch. "I'm... sorry," he whispered.

Shinso nodded, holding tight to his hand, but didn't say anything. He looked up to meet Bakugo's gaze, which was watching them steadily. He tilted his head in question, but Bakugo just shook his head, choosing not to join them by the couch. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall, letting the space between them fill with silence.

"Who wants to go first?" Shinso asked when no one else did.

"This is stupid," Bakugo said.

"What's stupid?" Shinso asked.

"This... this entire thing is stupid," he insisted. "This whole situation."

"Alright," Shinso said neutrally. "Let's make it less stupid. What do you suggest?"

Bakugo didn't answer. When he lowered his gaze to Kaminari, he was also silent, just shifting his gaze down to look at the floor and squeezing Shinso's hand.

"What do you want?" Shinso asked. "What do either of you want?"

They didn't answer. Shinso knew this conversation would be like pulling teeth. That was probably why they hadn't bothered to have it in the first place. Instead they just danced around each other with Kaminari giving him desserts and Bakugo paying for their lunches and Shinso taking dumb pictures of them. Would they have ever broke out of that holding pattern if Kaminari hadn't decided to make a move on Uraraka?

Shinso sighed. He moved off the couch to sit next to Kaminari. "Let's start small," he told them. "I would like it if we weren't avoiding each other all the time."

"Yeah," Kaminari finally spoke up. "I'd like that. I hate it when we fight."

"We fight all the time," Bakugo said.

"This is different!" he objected. "You know this is different." They lapsed into another short silence. Shinso thought he'd have to be the guiding force in the conversation again, but Kaminari surprised him by continuing his thought. "I like how it was before," he admitted. "I never had to think about this stuff. Leaning against Bakugo or holding Shin's hand or anything like that. It was just... something I could do without it needing to be a big deal."

"You made it a big deal," Bakugo said. "You're the one that decided to change things."

"I know," he admitted quietly.

"And you can't do that anymore. We can't do that," Bakugo continued. "Not thinking about it." He held his hand up, balling it into a tight fist. "I never thought about any of this, but I knew... I hate that you made me think about this and that you made me think of it because you were threatening to take it away. I was... fucking comfortable with you assholes!"

"Must have been a rude awakening for you," Shinso said.

Bakugo glared, but it didn't seem angry. Rather, the anger wasn't really directed at him.

"Sorry," Kaminari said again. "I didn't... I don't know."

Shinso rubbed his thumb over the back of Kaminari's hand, letting his head fall onto the back of the couch. "I kind of expected this," he admitted. "In the beginning. I liked how things were, so I never thought it was going to last. But I didn't think that Bakugo would get so attached. I didn't think he was attached to anything, lest of all this... not until that first day..."

Bakugo turned away from them, his face red.

"Bakugo?" Kaminari called out. He waited until he had Bakugo's gaze before holding out his hand.

Bakugo visibly wavered at the offer, but eventually moved across the room to take Kaminari's hand. He let himself drop face down on the couch. Shinso leaned his head next to Bakugo's.

"What do you want, Shin?" Kaminari questioned.

Shinso sighed, drawing his knees up to his chest. "Any version of this that I can get," he admitted softly.

Uraraka sighed as she placed her head on her desk, staring at her phone. She was constantly switching between sites, refreshing pages, checking forums and messages and comments to no avail.

"He still hasn't messaged you?" Jirou asked from her position on her bed. She had a notebook open on her lap, but Uraraka wasn't sure if she was studying or working on song lyrics. She should really try to introduce her to Shinso and the others, see if they got along with their music talk. If Kaminari ever spoke to her again, that was.

It was true that she had Shinso's number, and he had given her a bare bones update of 'I don't think he ate today, we didn't really talk, but he's alive.' that failed to make her less worried in the slightest.

"No," she answered. "And he didn't come to class either."

"Maybe he's sick?" Jirou suggested.

"Maybe."

She was glad that Mina wasn't here, because she would have have been offering ideas and theories that, while probably good natured, would only increase her worry. She was already plenty worried.

She jumped when her phone finally vibrated and it took her a whole minute to process that she'd gotten a message and to make her body move to answer it. Her heart leapt into her throat when she saw that it was from Kaminari, only to plummet again when she actually read it.

'Sorry that the idiot has been ignoring you. He's been going through something. Also, he's an idiot. Maybe I mentioned.'

Despite herself, the comment made her laugh. It was a weak laugh, but it eased the worry that was held in her chest, if only marginally.

'Why do you have his phone?' she asked. If she wasn't going to be able to talk to Kaminari himself, she could at least try to get answers.

'I took it because he was being an idiot.'

Of course. Uraraka rolled her eyes at that answer. She really should have expected as much from Bakugo. She'd only known him a little while, but he was pretty easy to figure out.

'You use that word a lot.'

'Do I need another word?'

'You could stand to branch out a little.'

'Fuck you!'

There really was an easiness to talking to Bakugo that she wouldn't have expected if it wasn't for that first time he'd texted her on Kaminari's phone. She didn't realize that she was smiling until Jirou spoke again.

"You look better. Did he text you after all?"

She blushed slightly, unsure how to explain herself for a moment before just stuttering out, "Um, yeah..."

She hesitated before typing out her message and hesitated again before sending it. There was nothing wrong with what she was doing and she reminded herself of this before she gathered enough courage to do it.

'You could just send me your number or get mine from his contacts and stopped stealing from him.'

She already had Shinso's number, so it wouldn't be weird. She should calm down. There was no reason for her heart to be beating so fast as she waited for her reply.

She got a message from an unknown number. 'Why would I want to talk to you?'

The amount of relief that flooded her was unreasonable. 'I could ask you that questions, seeing that this is the second time.'

'Fuck off, Round Face.'

"Round Face..." she repeated. She couldn't stop herself from giggling helplessly. She had to admit, Bakugo was pretty good at making her feel better.

Bakugo was at the stove when Kaminari stumbled into the kitchen and went to sit at the table. Shinso was slumped underneath it, making Kaminari assumed that he'd fallen asleep and fell out of his chair. He had a hard time keeping his eyes open and was halfway to falling asleep when Bakugo placed a plate on the table before him. "Here," he said. "I haven't seen you eat in days and I don't like it."

"You watch me eat?" Kaminari asked.

Bakugo just glared. "You'd better finish the whole thing, or I'll kill you." He walked around the table to poke Shinso awake.

"You really do worry too much," Kaminari told him.

"Someone has to." He pulled Shinso upright and then into the chair before giving him a plate as well. "Also, you have a test next week and Uraraka's coming over to help you study."

Kaminari sat up in his seat, dropping his fork. "What? I'm not ready for that!"

"Too bad. You can't avoid her forever and you skipped class anyway, so this is as good of an excuse as any."

"No..." Kaminari groaned, putting his head in his hands. "Wait," he said as he lifted his head to look at Bakugo. "How do you know?"

Bakugo handed Kaminari his phone. "I texted her. We worked it out."

"When did you..." Kaminari hit himself on the forehead. "I never got my phone back yesterday."

Bakugo grinned before digging into his food. "You have until three to get yourself together."

Kaminari groaned loudly.

Bakugo ended up tutoring them both. He wasn't in their class, but Bakugo was smart and Kaminari had asked him for help before. It started with Uraraka explaining things that he'd missed and sharing her notes, but then Kaminari started asking questions that she didn't know the answers to and they both started flipping through the text book trying to find the answers and it broke down from there.

Bakugo was apparently annoyed at having to watch them struggle on something that he considered easy, so he multitasked berating them and actually tutoring them, explaining the concepts to them both and finding the relevant passages in the books.

"Wow, Bakugo! You're really smart," she smiled.

"What? Did you expect different?" he asked.

When Shinso came home, he sat on the couch, using the book on his lap as an excuse to stay in the living room and throw snarky commentary at them. It got the biggest rise out of Bakugo, but occasionally Uraraka would join in or snark back, which only got more of a reaction from Bakugo.

Kaminari for the most part was just amused. Amused and happy and... warm. This was what he was missing when they were all at odds. This was what he'd wanted. More days like this where they just hung out and snarked and studied, more days when she watched them have band practice and they went out for lunch, more days where he and Uraraka took pictures for their blogs and Bakugo criticized and Shinso smiled at him when he passed over his dessert.

There was an idea forming in his mind, but it was too big, too bright, for him to focus on at the moment. He tucked it away for later and tried to focus more on his book.

Kaminari went to Shinso's room later that night. Shinso had already told them what he wanted, so he would be the easiest to talk to. The door was unlocked. It was pretty late, he'd spent a lot of time procrastinating, but Shinso often had insomnia, so Kaminari was pretty sure he'd be awake. Shinso was under the covers, but Kaminari could make out the light of his phone. He hesitated before closing the door softly behind him and slipping into the bed behind Shinso.

Shinso paused for a moment, but continued whatever he was doing on his phone. "Can't sleep?" he questioned softly.

Kaminari moved closer, pressing his forehead into Shinso back tentatively. Shinso's weight shifted slightly to press back against him and he felt himself relax at the easy acceptance. "I wanted to talk," Kaminari told him.

"And you felt better doing it in the dark?" Shinso questioned. Kaminari didn't answer and Shinso didn't press. "That's understandable. What did you want to talk about?"

"You said the other day,"Kaminari began slowly, "That you wanted this. Wanted..."

"All of us, together," Shinso finished. "Whatever that has to mean."

"What if you couldn't have that?" Kaminari asked. "What if you had to choose?"

Shinso sighed. "I wouldn't," he told him. "I said that I wanted whatever version of 'this' that I could have. If I had to choose, that would be something different. It would be easier to just stay friends if that was the case."

Kaminari moved closer, hesitantly wrapping an arm around Shinso’s waist. Shinso leaned into the touch, phone forgotten, leaving them in complete darkness when the screen went off. "What about... Uraraka?"

"What about her?" Shinso questioned. "If you're asking if I'd be against her..." he shrugged and Kaminri felt the movement rather than saw it. "You and Bakugo get along with her really well and I don't mind her."

Kaminari let out a breath in relief.

"That's a conversation you'd have to have on your own, though."

"I know."

"What about you?" Shinso questioned. "If you had to choose between her and us, would you? Could you?"

"I don't think I have," Kaminari answered carefully. "No matter, you guys are still my friends and we're still roommates."

"That's not what I meant." Shinso rolled over in his arms. They still couldn't see each other, but Kaminari could feel Shinso's breath on his face. His heartbeat sped up a little. "Kaminari... are you asking?"

"I don't know," he answered breathlessly. There was electricity running under his skin. "What if Bakugo doesn't want us?"

Shinso brought his hands up to cup Kaminari's face and brought their foreheads together. "You know he does, you're just afraid to ask."

"I don't know if she'll want to," he said.

"You don't," Shinso agreed. "What will you do if she says no?"

"I don't want her to say no," he whispered.

"I know."

Kaminari closed his eyes, placing his hands on top of Shinso's and leaning into the touch. "Shin..."

"Are you asking?" Shinso questioned once more.

Kaminari nodded.

"Then ask me, Kam."

Kaminari took a deep breath and gripped Shinso's hands tighter. Knowing the answer didn't make him feel less nervous. "Hey, Shinso?"

"Yes?"

"Will you...go out with me?"

Shinso laughed as he answered. "Yeah... Yeah I will."

Bakugo was actually easy, compared to how much emotion had been spent already. They had band practice that day, so they ran through their routine like normal. They went their separate ways early for classes and met up for lunch before going to practice. Kaminari was vibrating with nervousness even as he took his usual pictures, so much so that he didn't realize Shinso had ordered for him until he was pushing an ice cream sundae his way and Shinso was pushing a plate in front of him in return.

"Huh? What's this?" Kaminari asked.

"Yours," Shinso told him. "You don't eat when you're nervous. We've all noticed and you're starting to loose weight."

Kaminari's gaze slid toward Bakugo at that. "Yeah, I told him," Bakugo said immediately. "Got a problem with that?"

Kaminari shook his head. He didn't really eat his food at first, just pushed it around with his fork. Bakugo was starting to growl under his breath, clearly irritated. Shinso took that moment to ask, "Hey, Bakugo, wanna date us?"

Bakugo spilled his water. He did not knock over the glass and only a small amount splashed on him. He still glared at Shinso when he replied. "You did that on purpose."

Shinso grinned in response.

"Fucker," Bakugo grumbled. "I guess I don't have a choice. You idiots wouldn't know what to do without me."

"Really?" Kaminari perked up. "You mean it?" He leaned across the table toward him.

"I said yes! Don't get so..." Bakugo folded his arms as he blushed, then unfolded them to push Kaminari back in his seat. "It's not that big a deal."

"It is!" Kaminari insisted. "You really want us?"

Bakugo glared at him for a long moment before he relented and answered. "Fucking yes, alright! I like you two nutcases. For reasons that are far beyond me."

Kaminari lit up. Shinso smiled at the sight. Bakugo tried to busy himself with his meal.

"So how are we gonna do this?" Bakugo asked them as they they were leaving the restaurant.

Kaminari had squeezed himself between the two of them and was talking pictures that Bakugo refused to smile for and Shinso snickered at. He was practically glowing, his smile was so bright. Bakugo didn't want to admit how happy he was to see Kaminari this happy again, but the looks Shinso kept sending him meant that he was probably not as covert about his feelings as he thought he was.

"What do you mean?" Kaminari asked as he began uploading the picture to various sites.

Shinso linked an arm through Kaminari's and guided him away from a few obstacles that he likely would have tripped over. Bakugo tugged on a lock of his hair. "Pay attention, idiot."

"Hmm?" Kaminari looked up, questioning eyes landing on Bakugo.

The fact that Bakugo thought it was cute had nothing to do with Bakugo's reddening face or the fact that he pushed his head back down into his phone. "Nothing! Forget it! Look at your damn phone!"

Shinso laughed even louder.

"Shut up!" Bakugo yelled.

"You're answering your own question," Shinso told him. "This is how it would work. Just like it has been."

Bakugo thought about that for a minute. Thought about band practice, and Shinso's snark, Kaminari's cheer, Bakugo's own tendency to...care... about them, loudly and fiercely and... He supposed he had answered his own question. Except for one thing.

"What about Uraraka?" he asked, voice quiet.

"That," Kaminari spoke up, "Is your decision." He didn't look up from his phone as he answered. "Shin and I talked about this. He doesn't care too much and I really like it, but I..." He clutched his phone tightly in his hands. "I don't want to do anything without talking to you guys again." He looked at Bakugo shyly, face red.

Bakugo placed his hand on Kaminari's head. "Learned your lesson, huh?"

"Trying to," he muttered.

Bakugo stopped them all from moving, leaning closer to Kaminari and catching Shinso's gaze. "If we add her, I want that to be it. No one else. And if she says no, that's it, just us."

Kaminari nodded.

"I agree, of course," Shinso said. "You two are the only assholes I need."

Kaminari smiled at him before looking back to Bakugo, who was still leaning close to him. Kaminari bit his lip for a moment before he asked, "Can I kiss you?"

Bakugo jerked at the questioned, stiffening in surprise. He could feel himself blushing again, could feel Shinso's gaze on him. He looked away as he answered. "Whatever. I'm not gonna stop you."

Kaminari took Bakugo's face in his hands as he moved closer. "Look at me," he whispered. Bakugo did, his blush deepening in response. "Thank you," Kaminari said as he leaned closer and pressed their lips together. He heard the click as Shinso took a picture, causing Kaminari to break the kiss with burst of laughter.

Bakugo growled. "Shin, if you post that anywhere!"

"I won't, I won't," Shinso replied through his own laughter. "This is for me. I want a picture of my favorite people together."

Bakugo put a hand over his face as he grumbled, "What did I get myself into?"

'Hey, I have a question.' Uraraka was surprised when she looked at her phone to find the message was from Bakugo and not Kaminari, who had been texting her like normal since their study session.

'What is it?' she replied.

'You like us, right?'

Uraraka gave her phone a look, but she was well aware that he couldn't see her. 'Huh? What kind of question is that? Of course I do.'

'Wanna date us?'

"What?" Uraraka shrieked loudly, falling out of her chair and dropping her phone in surprise. She was really glad that neither of her roommates were around to see her massive freak out and question her. As it was, Uraraka snatched up her phone and slammed the call button. He answered on the second ring. "What? What What?" she asked loudly.

"You don't have to yell," Bakugo replied. "We can hear you."

"What are you even asking me?" she continued to yell, too caught off guard to moderate her volume.

"Do. You Want. To. Date. Us?" he repeated slowly.

His words finally sank into her mind and she questioned, "Wait, us?"

"You heard me."

"Us?" she repeated. "By us, you mean..."

Bakugo growled impatiently. "Us!" he repeated. "Me, Shin, Kam. Do you want to date us? It's a yes or no question."

Uraraka's head was utterly spinning. She hadn't seen this coming at all. It was true that she got along with them better than she'd expected and she had all of their numbers at this point, but still! Kaminari was... cute, true, and they had a lot in common. Bakugo was grumpy, but secretly really caring and he often made her laugh. Shinso was easy to talk to and fun to snark with. But! She hadn't considered... this!

"Are... are you serious?" she asked faintly.

"Do I sound like I'm joking?" he asked. He didn't. He definitely didn't. But how would that even work? She must have taken to long to answer, since Bakugo added, "If you don't want to, just say so!"

"Give me a minute to think about this!" she yelled back. "You can't just drop a truck on me and expect me to be ready!"

"Why did we let him do this?" She heard Shinso question in the background.

"Give me the phone," Kaminari's muffled voice demanded. There was a shuffling, Bakugo's growling, before she heard Kaminari's voice loud and clear. "Sorry about him. I didn't think he would... I don't know what I was expecting."

"Kaminari," she said, "Was he serious?"

"Yeah. Um..." he paused a moment before he explained. "The guys and I talked some things out and... we like you. Bakugo and I like you. And we like each other. So, Shin and Bakugo and I decided to, um, date each other. And since we like you..." he trailed off.

Uraraka let that sink in. They were dating. The three of them. Dating. They wanted to date her. Three boys wanted to date her.

Well, two, of the three. And how does that work?

"It works however we want it to," Kaminari answered.

"I said that out loud!" she pressed a hand to her mouth, feeling herself blush in embarrassment.

Kaminari laughed. "You did, but that's good. We should talk about this, if we're gonna do it. So you can say whatever you want and ask us whatever you want."

Uraraka leaned again her desk. "Why... why me?" she asked.

Kaminari laughed again, happier this time. "Are you kidding? It's because we like you! You're cute and sweet and fun. Of course we like you."

"I think you're alright, too," Shinso said in the background, making her laugh. That was exactly the kind of response that she expected from him.

"Can I come over to talk about this?" she asked.

"Of course," he told her. She had been trying not to think of things like this, but she already knew how she felt. "Kaminari... Um... yes!" she told him.

"Really?" he asked happily.

"Yeah..."

"She said yes!" he said to the others.

"Not surprised," Shinso responded.

"Good," Bakugo grunted.

"You can come over whenever you feel like, but we can also work things out now if you want," Kaminari told her.

"Um... can I talk to Shinso?" she asked.

"Huh? Uh, sure." Kamimari passed the phone over and she waited anxiously.

"Congrats, you've gotten three new boyfriends," Shinso said immediately.

She blushed. She was so glad her dorm mates weren't around and she wasn't sure how she would possibly explain this to them. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"I figured."

"Are we actually... you and me, I mean?"

"Are we dating? Yes," he answered simply. "It's a package deal. One for all and all for one, as they say. I'm not... as interested in you as they are, but I like you well enough and I won't be... upset about this."

"So about..." she paused, holding her phone tighter and lowering her head, hiding her bright blush from the room at large despite being alone. "K-kissing... and stuff..."

"What about it?" he asked. "Do you want a kiss?"

She made a loud sound in the back of her throat that was between surprise and something dying in her throat. It was really embarrassing and Shinso laughed really hard. "Don't laugh at me!"

"Sorry, sorry," Shinso said. "You're just really cute."

She was increasingly glad that this was a phone call. She really didn't want to see the expression that he was making or have them staring at how embarrassed she was. "Don't tease me."

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but if you think I'm not going to tease you, you should probably back out of this now."

"Don't tell her that!" Kaminari objected in the background.

"It's not like she didn't know that," Shinso replied. "Anyway, all that's up to you. I'm not particularly interested in it right now, but it doesn't mean I never will be. If we want to, we will, and if we don't, we won't. Simple as that."

"It's not simple at all," she grumbled.

"It is if you want it to be," he told her. "You all worry too much. It really is as simple or as complicated as you make it."

"Good thing we have you to keep out heads on straight," Kaminari said.

"Yeah, good thing."

"Good thing you idiots have me around to keep everything else straight," Bakugo said.

"He's feeling neglected," Shinso said.

"Let me talk to him?" Uraraka asked.

Shinso passed the phone over.

"What?" Bakugo asked immediately.

"Bakugo, thank you. For being the one to ask," she told him.

"Whatever. Next time, say yes faster instead of making me wait!" Instead of making him worry, she knew he meant.

"I'm sorry," she told him.  "Thanks for being so patient with me."

"Wow! Bakugo knows how to cook?" Uraraka asked cheerfully as she and Kaminari watched him in the kitchen. The two of them were sitting close together on the couch, scrolling through their phones.

"Yeah, he's really good at it!" Kaminari cheered. "I don't know what we'd do without him."

Shinso was sitting on the floor with three books open in front of him and his pencil hanging out the corner of his mouth. "You would keep losing weight and all your photos would start to suck. I would never wake up because you can't make a decent cup of coffee to save my life."

"Hey! My coffee isn't that bad," Kaminari pouted. "And my pictures would never suck."

"Don't worry, I'll get him back on track," Uraraka said. "I'll take him with me when I review things and make him eat some of everything that I try."

"No fair," he grumbled.

"That's what you get for getting into unhealthy eating habits," Bakugo told him. "And if you even try to waste any of my food, I'll shove it down your throat myself."

"Keep your kink out of the kitchen," Shinso said.

"Shut up!" Bakugo yelled.

Uraraka laughed, leaning into Kaminari's side. He smiled as he watched her, as he watched Bakugo and Shinso's back and forth. He was pretty sure he was the happiest that he'd ever been and he owed it all to them.

Read the follow-up, Overcast Trigger, here.

#Kacchako #Bakushin #BakuKami #KamiShin #KamiOcha #BakuKamiShin #Kaminari x Shinso x Bakugo x Ochako #ELS Writing #Fanfiction #My Hero Academia #BNHA #OT3s are my heart #OT4 #ShinOcha #OchaShin

[tenpin-boleyn]

I procrastinated and this mess happened

It’s horrificly bad but it’s inspired by this doodle I did when I was, you guessed it, procrastinating :))

So enjoy this pile of Millie’s cat sick :)

“I’m glad I found Chocolate Milk now because if I found it before I wouldn’t be able to drink it.” Anne stated, her face the perfect picture of nonchalance. “Why? Are you lactose intolerant?” You replied back, blissfully unaware of the past Anne hid. “I was beheaded? Duh” she laughed.

You had known Anne for over a year now, but not once has she mentioned being beheaded in a past life. You had seen Anne in Six obviously but you’d just assumed that was a character she had taken on. Like that time you played the Virgin Mary at age 4, probably not the best decision eh Mrs Keeping but there we go.

Anne suddenly looked as white as a ghost. She had forgotten that you didn’t know. For what it was worth Anne was a great actor. Onstage she was competition to a gremlin, but to a select few she was Anne. Just Anne. Anne with no tragic backstory. Just a girl who liked milkshakes. “I’m so sorry Anne. I didn’t know” you said lovingly, placing a hand onto Anne’s. It was a small gesture but it made you feel better that you could bring a bit of colour back to her rosy cheeks again. “Shall we go to yours? I want to show you something that will open your eyes forever.” Anne nodded to this, happy that you hadn’t dragged out the topic anymore.

You had hoped Anne wouldn’t already know what you were about to show her. It might be common knowledge to most but she had a tickling feeling that Anne wasn’t part of that percentage. You took her hand and ran down the street, passing the Queens house, which made Anne raise an eyebrow. Jane liked everyone home by 9, and it was already half 7, so she couldn’t go on a wild adventure to oxford on a random bus. “Look Y/N-“

“Tah dah.” You stopped and raised your hands at the sign above you.

“Tesco? You brought me to Tesco?”

You smiled at the green minx, “ah my child this isn’t any normal trip to Tesco. This is a life changing trip”

You managed to pry Anne away from the chocolate bars- you had a feeling that the sugar from the milkshakes was already getting to her head- and led her down the dairy isle. While Anne was distracted with a carton of purple milk you grabbed the carton you were searching for. “What do you think goes into purple milk? Cow blood mixed with a taste of WKD? ANNE MILLICENT BOLEYN DONT YOU DARE THINK ABOUT TOUCHING MY ALCOHOL CABINET. Well now I don’t have to” She laughed.

“Anne what I have in my hands will change your entire life.”

You presented her with a carton of chocolate milk and you smiled to yourself as you watched her eyes widen and start to twinkle.

“You. Can. Buy. Chocolate. Milk?”

When you finally went back to the Queens place, you couldn’t help but worry. You had literally bought Tesco out of Chocolate milk. You knew Jane was a strict mum so perhaps introducing Anne, loud, insane Anne, to a new sugary invention wasn’t the best idea. Especially when you are carrying 27 cartons. 26, Anne just drank one. “Shall we take these up to my room?” Anne was obviously thinking about not having to share, rather than what Jane would think. “You do realise you need to keep milk in the fridge right?”

“But I thought- cause its chocolate-“

She looked downtrodden. “Do you want to sleep round? It’s getting late anyway and I just changed my sheets after months so it’s not a biohazard anymore!” You giggled to yourself, Anne truly was special. “I’d love to. Will the others mind?”

“No they love you!” And with that Anne unlocked the door.

“I’m telling you they’re dating!”

“No, id have read about it by now.”

“Huh?”

“Am I the only one who reads her dia- hello. Welcome to the very normal and casual conversation we are definitely having.” Cleves exclaimed from where she was sat, having realised that both girls were standing in the hallway.

“I’ve missed you guys! How have you been?”

“Great, I’ve finished my book on why men are absolutely pointless and serve no use on this planet!”

“And I made cookies for the first time! Who would have known that chocolate cookies aren’t just overcooked cookies?”

Anna noticed the bags we were carrying. “Do you two care to explain why we now own a farms worth of chocolate milk?”

“To cure my lacking toes intolerance”

“To help feed children in Africa!”

You both panicked. Anne, because she didn’t want to share, and you, because you didn’t want to get Anne into trouble for spending an absurd amount on flavoured milk. “Put them Into the garage fridge before Jane sees them! Lord knows what she’ll do with 40 cartons of confiscated milk.”

You glanced at Anne and giggled, you had noticed that her eyes were just a bit more bluer today, a trait you learnt meant that she was happy, and a darker blue meant she was going through a rough patch. “Before Jane sees what?” A blonde figure asked.

Before either of you could panic out another excuse, Cleves piped up again. “ I was just asking the girls to take my deliveries upstairs into my fridge” Anne winked at you both “because my back hurts awfully”

Jane smiled sympathetically at Cleves, unaware of the truth she was hiding. “Alright hurry up you two, and it’s lovely to see you Y/N!”

“You too Mrs Seymour!”

“Call me Jane.” You smiled. Although you called her Jane to Anne, it was only because that’s what Anne used, Jane had never formally told you to call her Jane, so you didn’t think it was proper. It felt nice to know that someone liked you, even a tiny bit.

“I’m telling you it’s not going to fit.” You declared as Anne tried to stuff 25 cartons of milk into the tiny mini fridge Anna had in her room. Yes Anne had drank another carton and was nearly bouncing off the walls. To your surprise 23 of the cartons fit inside of the fridge. “Looks like we’ll have to drink these then” Anne smiled mischievously.

The pair of you had been sat in Anne’s bed for about half an hour, just enjoying each other’s company whilst sipping the chocolate milk when you couldn’t stop yourself. “Why didn’t you tell me you got beheaded?” You had to admit, Anne’s slip up earlier stung. Didn’t she trust you with that information? But she trusted a room full of strangers?

Anne couldn’t look you in the eye, she was quite engaged by the edible glitter she had poured into her milk. You didn’t think she heard you so you started to ask her again.

“Why didn-“

“I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry. It’s just, I’m so happy when I’m around you, and I don’t want to waste a second of it talking about my last life- it was hell, yes, but I’m over it. I’d rather talk about scrunchies than kerplunkies” and with that she motioned a quick beheading with her fingers and tongue.

To be fair, you hadn’t expected that reply. You hadn’t expected a decent reply end of. You’d put it down to the fact that Anne was coming down from a 22 hour long sugar rush and was too tired to think about what she was saying. “I- I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry that you feel that you need to keep things from me just to have a good time. I mean we could do 95% fun and 5% family trauma because god knows I’ve got tons. But I like hanging out with you to Boleyn.”

Neither of you knew what to say next. Not much had been said but it was enough to build a bridge that wasn’t previously there. Out of nowhere Anne gets a text from Kitty. It contained an emoji and a word. Typical kitty. “💋 her”

Anne was shocked, 1. Where was Katherine and how did she spot the silence and sexual tension, and 2. How the fuck did she know that she was gay. Sure the queens were open and accepting of being gay, but it wasn’t something that Anne spoke about. But despite all of the racing questions, Anne plucked up the balls she stole from Henry and leant in and cupped Y/N’s face. You were shocked at this movement. How did a discussion about beheadings lead to this? But you weren’t complaining. You had realised you loved Anne the day she fell off of her bike. She had never rode a bike before so you had been teaching her, at first she seemed promising, but she fell over and scraped her knee, causing a war amount of blood to pour. To your amazement, she started crying and asking for Millie. You panicked, who was Millie?? You thought it could be a pet name for one of the queens but you couldn’t be sure which. So you ran inside to fetch Kitty. “Who’s Millie??”

Without even speaking Kat ran upstairs and returned holding a ragged old dog teddy. Just the thought of Anne being so vulnerable, clutching the years old toy made your heart wrench- more than when your favourite TV show got cancelled and definitely more than when Ben and Jerry’s decided to stop selling Cookie Dough at the cinema.

You leant in to annes hands, and placed your lips upon hers in a frenzy of sparks and fireworks. You had dreamt of this moment, but you could never have imagined it would come true. Just the thought made you smile, making Anne laugh whilst kissing you. You suddenly pull away, realising that you hadn’t been honestly with Anne either. “ I was murdered. By my father.”

“Where the actual fuck did that come from”

From outside the door the pair heard giggles and a muffled shout of “language Anne!”

Of course the other queens would be spying on the pair of you. You weren’t blind,or deaf. You’d heard the comments kitty and Cleves make when they think you can’t hear, and you’ve seen the silent arguments between kitty and Jane.

It did feel nice to have people who cared. Even if they were looking out for Anne. They felt like family. It felt like home.

“ANNE MILLICENT BOLEYN I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU TOUCH MY BIBLE EVER AGAIN-“ Catherine of Aragon burst into the room, past the other queens listening intently outside the door and you suddenly realised that you were still locked in an embrace with Anne. You quickly pulled away before whispering

“That impression was spot on.”

#anne boleyn #six the musical #i wrote this on little to no sleep #i am the worst writer ever but theres a lack of anne boleyn fics do #im tired still nlg #ngl #millie o'connell

[rainecloud020604]

His loss. Warning: it gets dark pretty fast...

Universo, age 3:

I sat there with my new sister in my arms, my only sister. I was smiling, she was drifting into sleep as I held her to make her comfortable. She doesn’t have a name so I call her Daisy, since she has a love for the flower and her soft, white, hair reminds me of it. We are not supposed to name her until she shows sign of an ability, my mother is worried what will happen but my father reassures her everything will be fine. She is smiling a bit; she has always been a cheerful baby, constantly smiling and giggling.

“Universo, you have been holding her for hours, are you sure you don’t want to let your brother hold her?”

My mother asked me, she was making lunch at the time. I smile at her and cheerfully reply.

“I’m fine mother! I love holding her!”

My brother, who was sitting on the couch reading, looked up from his book and looked at me.

“You know mother has to feed her eventually...”

I look at him and smile,

“I can bottle feed her!”

My brother goes back to reading. My father enters the living room, his hair looks a bit faded but he looks happy. He picks up Damion and starts to tickle him. Damion burst into laughter and my father continues to tickle him. I get up and carefully set my sister in her bed, and go to my father. He picks me up and begins to tickle me as well, I start giggling and laughing. My father sits down and sets us both on his lap.

“So how are my little angels?”

He says smiling. Damion grins.

“I learned something new today!”

My father's eyes light up a bit,

“What did you learn?”

Damion grabs his book from next to him and opens it to a page.

“Did you know that some people believe everything in the universe has a hidden meaning? Even ones we cannot even begin to comprehend?!”

My father smiles.

“I did not know that! Very interesting Damion.”

My father knew only part of that, Damion grinned and closed the book.

“I also can do this now!”

Damion’s eyes glow blue and he teleports in front of us, he stumbles a bit but catches his balance. I start clapping and my father claps a bit as well.

“Amazing job Damion! You can only improve from here!”

Damion smiles and sits down on the couch next to us. My father looks at me.

“How about you Uni? Learn anything new?”

I smile.

“I learned that Da-, I mean sister, likes it when I read to her!”

My father smiles again.

“Anything about you?”

I had a bad habit of putting my sister in front of myself. I hop down from my father’s lap and my hands glow.

“I can do this now! It is really cool. I also fell and scraped my knee but I healed it myself! I can heal!”

My father’s hair glows, he does that when he is excited or overjoyed, and he picks me up. He lifts me slightly above him; his eyes and freckles are glowing too.

“We have a healer in the family! Maybe one day you can heal others too, not only physically but mentally too!”

I smile, maybe one day I could help others, maybe even one day I can become a guardian angel! But I am getting ahead of myself. My father sets me down and goes over to my mother. He kisses her on the cheek and leans his head against hers. They started talking, but I couldn’t make it out, I found out later that My father had caught ear that Vida was coming for us, but he didn’t believe it at the time.

After lunch I had Daisy back in my arms, her eyes were open and she was looking at me. Her eyes are golden like mine, I stare into them, getting lost. I was so lost I didn’t even realize that there was a knock at the door. Damion had got up and opened it, letting Vida and some guards in. He looks around the room and spots me holding Daisy and a grin spreads across his face. My father enters the room, irritated, my mother follows behind him.

“What do you want Vida?”

His cheerful tone had disappeared, being replaced by and angry and irritated one. I look up and finally notice Vida standing there. He walks over to me and walks and bends down to my level.

“May I see your sister?”

I didn’t trust him, I held her closer. My mother realized what was going on and she is held back by two guards. My father’s eyes widen and he picks up Damion and he tries to walk over to Vida, but another guard stops him.

“Leave my son and daughter alone Vida!”

Vida looks from me to him and grins.

“Don’t worry, it will be painless, Jardín.”

My father's eyes widen even more and they glow, a vine sprouts out of the ground and goes for Vida, it starts to wilt and die before it reaches him.

“I control life Jardín, I can give it and take it away from anything.”

My mother struggled, shouting and crying a bit, she knew what was going to happen next. I felt something was wrong. I got up and tried to run with Daisy in my arms. A guard grabbed me and picked me up, Vida snatched Daisy out of my arms.

“LEAVE MY DAUGHTER ALONE!!! VIDA DON’T YOU DARE! DON’T EVEN!”

My mother shouted. I started crying. Vida grinned at me and looked at my mother,

“It is for the best.”

His hands and eyes glow and my sister starts crying. The guards held my mother back and covered her eyes, my father covered Damion’s and looked away, I wish someone covered mine. Seeing the color drain from her skin, her eyes dull, her body go limp, it was horrifying. Vida just dropped her. I pushed away from the guard and dove to catch her. I hit the ground and quickly sat up, checking to see if she was truly gone. I started sobbing...Vida just left, leaving my mother broken. The guards left and let go of my mother, my other dropped down to her knees sobbing... My father tried comforting my brother, who was sobbing into his shoulder. I hugged her close, hot tears run down my face, I was broken.

“N-no.....”

I kept on repeating. Her eyes were closed, I probably wouldn’t have been able to handle that if they were open. I watched them lose their shine, I was hoping that she would open her eyes and everything would be okay...but she didn’t...I wished this was all some nightmare, I would wake up in my bed, perfectly fine. But no. I was so deep in thought, crying and sobbing, I didn’t notice the force field that formed around me...

“U-Uni?”

My mother tapped on the force field, tears running down her face. I look her in the eyes with tears running down my face, at the time I didn’t know but my eyes were fully golden and glowing, I let down the force field. I stand up, carefully holding Daisy in my arms, not wanting to let her go. I feel the warm embrace of my mother, she is trying to comfort me. Tears run down both her and I’s face, she runs her hands through my hair, trying to calm me. My father is crying while trying to calm my brother down...

That was the day I swore to end Vida, to avenge Daisy, and make him pay...

I will never let that happen. Never again....

So yeah.... Feel free to send me a knife emoji this hurt to read <:3 or just tell me, reblogs and oc reactions are appreciated....

Part two

#rainecloud020604 #rainecloud020604 talk #rainecloud 020604 #shush rainecloud020604 #oc #my oc #universo #ocs #my ocs #rainecloud020604 writes shit #damion #jardín #vida

[arcadenemesis]

In 280 Characters or Less

sheith, 2.2k, g, rptron

Inspired by the Voltron rp accounts on Twitter [read on ao3]

“Just… leave me here. Don't come any closer.”

Shiro can't help the startled bark of nervous laughter that leaves him as he stares at Keith's prone form on the floor of the room — their room (and that's still weird to say). His eyes drift to the discarded datapad beside him and Shiro's cheeks flame again. It's honestly a miracle Keith didn't break this one too, or put a hole in the roof when he had thrown it in the air in horrified alarm. It would have been Shiro's fault, he's willing to admit, but he truly hadn't meant to startle him. It's just… how else was he supposed to react to an image like that on Keith's screen? The likeness had been uncanny, Shiro would give the artist that, even if it had been a bit unsettling to see his own face staring lovingly back at him. But he isn't so sure that Steve Rogers would approve of that kind of take on his signature Captain America outfit. If nothing else it seemed a little... impractical for any kind of real combat. He certainly wouldn't go anywhere particularly cold in a uniform like that, lest hypothermia were the mission. Undoubtedly, being the Garrison’s golden boy comes with a lot of perks - bigger rooms, special considerations, interesting missions... Gratuitous fanart isn't exactly one Shiro would count among those.

“It's… it's really not that bad,” he tries to assure, but Keith’s answering groan into the carpet lets him know he's missed the mark.

He hovers for a moment before he decides to leave Keith to wallow in his misery, shedding his jacket and stepping over him to search for leftovers in the kitchenette. By the time he sits down in front of twice reheated curry, his datapad pings in his pocket, and he snorts into the bowl when he checks the notification.

   peith

      just let me die

It erases his lingering embarrassment immediately. He's still not quite too sure what it is about Twitter that makes Keith so dramatic, but his followers are hardly ones to complain. The remark already has dozens of likes and replies, and Shiro decides to add his own, amused.

   You're not dying. It's just a misunderstanding.

   … Why is everyone telling you F?

His datapad pings again while he's putting away his dishes, and he pauses in the space between the kitchen and bathroom to stare at where Keith hasn't moved, suppressing a laugh.

   peith

      stab me

Shiro knows it's a little silly, standing only a few feet away and talking like this, but he types a response anyway.

   ..... You really just want to lay face down on the floor like that?

Shiro doesn't bother to hold back his laughter when Keith's head pops up at the sound of his datapad buzzing on the ground beside him.

   peith replying to @tshiro01

      yes

The replies from Keith's other followers go unnoticed.

   I'll lay on you if you keep that up.

“I'm having a shower,” he announces out loud. Keith grunts a response, but seems willing to keep up the act, still on the ground when Shiro closes the door. He's down to his underwear in the bathroom when his datapad pings again, and compulsively, he checks it as his prosthetic floats to the shower taps.

   peith replying to @tshiro01

      suffocate me

Shiro is sure he'll be able to hear him laughing from the other side of the door.

   You're terrible.

   I'm not going to do that.

The device pings again but he ignores it. At this rate he'll never get in the damn shower. He knows the app is teetering on the edge of addition, and he'll have to take care to make sure it doesn't impact his work. It's already impacted his personal life, in the most earth shattering of ways, thanks to just a few innocent tweets. Even here, in the bathroom, he can see the little ways Keith has now wormed his way into his private space. His soap in the dish, his hairbands on the floor, his toothbrush next to his by the basin. A welcome invasion. Shiro is only all to willing to let Keith conquer to his heart's content. And really that's how they found themselves in this little arrangement in the first place. He rushes the shower maybe a little more than he should to see what Keith has written back, pulling on his boxers and a shirt while he juggles his datapad.

   peith replying to @tshiro01

      wow

      you said you would

Shiro almost trips and drops the device, choking on nothing. Without the benefit of verbal tone, Shiro knows he's reading too much into it. But sometimes Keith seems so bold, and he can't help but wonder if there's a little more to his teasing words. He fights down the heat in his cheeks, and tries to channel a little of that boldness for himself. Keith is still on the floor in his display of shame when he opens the door, and Shiro uses it to his advantage when he doesn't do much as shift to acknowledge his return. With purpose, he strides over to him, datapad still in hand. Keith only belatedly realises his intent when he plants his feet either side of his hips, and Shiro catches a flash of surprise thrown over his shoulder before he crashes down on top of him. The squeak Keith makes is hardly dignified, but neither is Shiro’s landing, copping an elbow to the belly for his troubles. He commits to the bit though, settling his weight as Keith wriggles in protest beneath him, and propping his chin on the top of his head so he can keep working through his reports on his datapad.

“You asked for this,” he reminds him gleefully, and Keith groans, resting his head on his forearm.

“Yeah kinda,” he concedes with a sigh, opening up the little blue application on his screen again. Shiro can see him flicking through his feed absently from his position, and he makes the conscious decision to try not to use that to his advantage to spy. Instead, he tries to address one of the many elephants in the room.

“So… about your… art…”

“Nope,” Keith cuts in loudly, and that's the end of that. Shiro hides a grin in his hair as he flicks through Atlas' latest flight stats. They lay in silence, and he's just starting to find a rhythm with his reports when a notification appears at the top of his screen.

   peith

       this is good

Shiro hopes Keith doesn't feel his heart sputter against his spine. He lets the notification hide itself, trying to stay focused. And he succeeds for the most part. But occasionally he feels Keith take in a deeper breath that makes him feel lightheaded, or he shifts his hips under him and Shiro has to clamp down on the threat of heat in his belly. The latter starts happening at more frequent intervals until Shiro thinks he might have to spring away, but then another notification flashes up on the top of his screen.

   peith

      switch I can't breathe

Shiro bursts into laughter, waiting until he has hit out an adequate response from his emoji keyboard before rolling off of him. He's not even surprised when Keith rolls with him to sprawl across his chest, and his prosthetic rests at his back to secure him without missing a beat. Shiro isn't sure how it happened, but somehow this has become their new normal. Keith settles into the crook of his neck with a huff and Shiro draws absent patterns over the bumps of his spine while he reads.

No more notifications come after that. It takes Shiro at least three reports and far too much procrastination on his own Twitter feed before he realises Keith has barely moved at all.

“Keith?”

Shiro turns his head when he doesn't respond and is met with a vision of peace. It's cliché, but Keith is an angel when he sleeps he has learned these past few days, and right now the sight before him is simply Holy. The way his lashes fan delicately across his cheek, the inky fringe tussled haphazardly across his face, and the quiet breath that whispers between parted, chapped lips.

He could kiss those lips soft, he thinks for a fleeting moment. But he scolds himself the next. It would be terrible to take advantage. Unnoble. Not at all like the image Keith has of him. He opens up a new tweet to try to distract himself; maybe another #paladinpositivity gem of wisdom to calm him down.

What is happening?

It feels a bit like Twitter is mocking him. What is happening? In the span of just a few days, he's gone from focused Captain to absolute disaster. Where he once lived in closed quarters, he now shares with his best friend, the man he cares for most in the world, the one he loves all alone, and his life feels like it's been thrown into a spin. Feelings that were once allowed to be kept dormant have sprung to the surface with vengence, and Shiro doesn't know how long he can suppress them and keep them hidden until they erupt and devastate everything in their path. His philosophical words flee him, and instead he sees his bare thoughts compose themselves in front of him.

    Must've tired himself out.

    There are two beds, but he's asleep on me... on the floor.

He smiles at some of the responses. It is all a bit ridiculous really, and he can appreciate the humour in that. But then his thoughts drift a little more.

     Ah.

Ah. Yes... He remembers now the fleeting brush of lips against his the night before. But that's not the same. Keith had asked. Maybe Shiro hadn't understood the question, teetering on the precipice of dreams, but permission was requested and granted nonetheless. It had almost been enough to shock him back from the grip of sleep. Weariness won out then though, and so instead it followed him into his slumber with images of azure eyes and warm skin and smiles that Shiro likes to fool himself are only his.

When Pidge's handle shows up in his notifications, his replies become a little more absent. A kiss like that doesn't mean the same to Keith, Shiro knows. His Keith has always been curious, and it seems Shiro can simply chalk his behaviour up to nothing more than that. In the dawn of the morning after, they had woke together, went their separate ways for the day and Keith had never breathed a single word of what he had stolen from Shiro at all. He had started to think that maybe he had imagined it all. But lying here, now, makes it feel all too familiar. Keith had kissed him, and now Shiro wants to balance the ledger, unaligned intentions and meanings be damned.

Keith's trust is a precious thing though, a rare gift offered to few. Shiro knows he's not overestimating himself when he thinks maybe he has the grand prize. Keith would never let his guard down like this with anybody else, maybe save Krolia. And trust doesn't automatically equate to… to the feelings he has. To violate that trust would truly be his greatest sin.

He is so close though, so very close. He can feel his heartbeat drum slow and assertive against his ribs while they lie chest to chest, feel the warmth of his body seep into cotton of his shirt. The tips of his fingers twitch restlessly for a moment before they grip the material beneath them, and it's almost as if Keith squeezes firm at his very heart.

Just one, Shiro tells himself, staring at the split in the middle of his lip. Just one, and I'll apologise in the morning.

It's not an easy thing, and maybe that should be enough to dissuade him. Lying supine hardly gives him the purchase he needs to lean forward into the angle he needs. But Shiro is far from a stranger to calculated risk. He runs featherlight fingers under the sharp line of his jaw, pausing under his chin. He holds his breath so he won't tremble, and then carefully - ever so carefully - he tips his face up to him.

He stills, staring at him a moment, both to ensure he doesn't wake and to take in his heavenly face. His guardian angel who had clawed his way through hell to save him again and again and again. When Keith doesn't even shiver at his touch, Shiro steels his nerves and stretches up just that tiny bit to bridge the gap between them. With the tenderness he deserves, he captures his bottom lip softly between his. It's only a heartbeat, but it feels like a lifetime more, and Shiro suddenly realises his mistake.

Just one… He will never be satisfied with just one.

He pulls back with a start, but Keith doesn't stir. Shiro isn't sure whether the sigh that leaves him is one of relief or disappointment.

“I love you,” he murmurs softly into the silence, because his heart might just burst with words unsaid.

Long after he pushes away the datapad and closes his eyes, Shiro dreams of the words whispered back to him, and of windburnt kisses returned in the dark.

#sheith #keith kogane #takashi shirogane #rptron #vld #voltron