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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 1 year

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ALPHABET BOY- S.G ROGERS

Pairing: Brothers Best Friend! Steve x Innocent! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: you despise steve and his constant teasing with you- the younger sister of his best friend bucky barnes. little do you know that teasing is flirting, and it comes in handy when you’re trapped at a costume party with no way home.

Warnings: SMUT, fingering, daddy kink, petnames, slight breeding kink, praise kink, swearing, size kink (steve is like 6′5), dry humping, slight degradation kink, lots of teasing, alcohol and drugs mentioned

“i'm not a little kid now, watch me get big now- spell my name on the fridge now with all your alphabet toys.... you won the spelling bee now, but are you smarter than me now? you're the prince of the playground little alphabet boy” - alphabet boy, melanie martinez

You were sick of him.

Sick, sick, sick.

He plagued your brain, consuming you whole like some flesh-eating maggot. The thought of him was enough to send shivers down your back, make your stomach curl in on itself like rotten milk.

Steve scared you.

He scared you in a way you didn’t even know was possible, in a way that was rooted deep in your core. The embarrassment you got whenever he was around sent you spiraling.

You were the shy, timid and innocent little sister to Bucky, though you weren't so little, he and his friends always thought of you that way.

I’m not a little kid! You’d often whine to him as he teased you, times never changing. Steve was Bucky's best friend, a brother to him if you will. Always lurking around, always popping up in places you'd least expect him.

He was the character that was always slouched on the couch when you got home, acting as if it were his house, and you were the guest. You might as well be, with the way he teased you.

Always making your cheeks heat whenever he mocked you, called you names, picked on you for your cutesy, little pink outfits. It made your toes curl in their socks, your hands balling into little fists as if you were fighting the urge to swing at him.

He’s being mean to me again Bucky! You’d often call from your bedroom as Steve towered over you, leaning against your bedroom door frame- eyeing you up like you were the star dish on the menu.

Let him! He’d call back, making Steve’s smirk grow even wider.

It was torture, being around him. Any comments you shot back to him ended up backfiring almost immediately.

You were smaller, dumber, younger- didn’t you know better?

No, you wanted to snap back. No, I don’t know any better. Because I’m stubborn and he’s being a tease.

Steve would build you up like building blocks, just to bring you back down again. Yet you refused to be away from him for too long. Yes the thoughts made you feel sick, tummy starting to ache as you thought of his cool, stern gaze, that cocky smile and biceps as large as your head.

It made your thighs clamp, palms turn clammy when you thought of the happy trail that lingered down his abs whenever he’d stretch and yawn while him and Bucky were watching the game, knowing you were watching from behind your little hiding spot.

Damn him. Damn him and his mocking, pretentious ways. Damn him for always winning you back over, with little sweets and treats and the odd compliment, or attention he knew you so desperately craved.

It was obvious, how drawn to him you were, like a lost puppy. Though you tried to fight it, you were always rewarded with a snarky comment.

You’re so dumb. So dumb, such a baby.

You could never win, when it came to Steve. He was the golden child in everyone’s eyes, always doing the right thing, always working so hard and succeeding! You were just trying your best, getting the soft, sad smile along with it.

They didn’t see how Steve treated you. They didn’t notice the sly looks he gave you, knowing he had beat you at every hand he dealt.

He was the prince of the playground. You were just a pawn for him, something to direct his mocking, sarcastic ways towards. Though you refused to cry in front of him, knowing that would irk his comments even more.

I’m just teasing you rabbit. Don’t be so sensitive. Was his form of an apology. And you ate it up every single time, licking the plate and utensils before seconds.

It was cat and mouse between the two of you, always pulling each other's leg. Or hair, in his case. The sexual attraction you felt towards him was undeniable, nonetheless. You were drawn to him and his charming ways, the facade he put on for others.

How could no one see him? The real him?

The Steve who always trailed his hand up your leg to pinch your thigh tightly when you were forced to sit next to him, the Steve who always looked at you as if you were his next meal.

He was an angel to the world, but his halo was anything but bright. You thought of him now, in your own set of angel wings- costume party in full swing. It was late, the hour growing long and you wanted nothing more than to stumble home.

Even if that meant taking yourself.

The alcohol was buzzing in your system, the bottle drowning you way past your limit. You were such a sucker for peer pressure, wanting nothing more than to please others.

So you drank, and drank, and drank until you were a babbling mess, the world seeming to bend over backwards, flipping each and every way as you adjusted your little wings and took another sip of some fruity cooler.

It was so saccharine you swore your teeth started to tingle as it swished around your mouth.

You needed to leave.

It was too stuffy and hot, bodies all packed together as the wallpaper glistened from the low lights, and the smoke started to cover everything like a shield. Nobody listened to you, your friends long gone as you attempted to beg for an exit, an escape route for you to stumble down.

Everyone had morphed into another being- you weren't sure who was who anymore, with all the masks and makeup. It was not your scene. Not at all.

Somehow, after a few loud, floor-shaking songs later you had managed to stumble over to a hallway, slowly guiding yourself past the couples who were dry-humping eachother against the picture frames, kissing with so much teeth and tongues it was like they were having a battle on who would gasp for air first.

The red solo cup had slipped from your nibble fingers, clattering against the hardwood and splashing red up against the walls.

It looked like blood.

The cool air hit you like a train on a track as you stepped out into the dark abyss, large forest looming in front of you as the porch light flickered. The shadows of the trees looked like clawed fingers against the grass, the gust of wind causing goosebumps to spread up your arms.

You needed to get home.

There was a trail that connected this property to yours, though it was long and windy. The smart thing to do was to call Bucky, explain to him the situation.

I’m drunk. Like really drunk. And I’m scared and I need someone to hold just for a few minutes while they take me home. It was a mistake and I’m so sorry, I really am.

But he wouldn't hold you. He probably wouldn’t even pick you up, saying it was your fault for getting in this situation, so you should find a way out of it.

No, no that was intrusive thoughts talking. You couldn't tell the difference anymore. Everything in your brain was swimming, the world stretching and warping like a fushigi ball.

Bucky would pick you up. Of course he would. But you knew the consequences that would come with it. Which is exactly why you put another foot forward, pushing yourself off of the old, weathered siding.

You would be treated like a child, mocked at for being so careless. Well, he could shove that mocking up his ass. You were tired of him and his friends always being so mean, always bullying you because you were seen as careless.

You didn’t need any company, but it didn’t mean you were opposed to it. A shadow, one even more intimidating than the towering trees appeared, lingering behind you. It was stretched, shoulders wide as you peered down at it.

“You shouldn't be out here all alone.” the voice murmured, low and deep as you turned. Your eyes met with a strangers, mask covering his face- deep looming pulled eyes staring at you.

Ghostface.

You had seen that movie with Steve and Bucky, though you had never been a fan of scary movies. “It’s not safe for little girls like you, you know.” he drawled on.

It should've scared you, his sudden interest in you. He had appeared out of nowhere, quite literally from nowhere, keening to the likes of you. But it made you feel special, knowing this mystery man was talking to you.

“I’m not alone, you’re out here.” you giggled, stumbling forward towards his 6’5 frame. You felt a weird desire to be in this mans arms- though there was no doubt about it that it was the booze that rushed to your head.

“You should be scared angel. Not stumbling towards a stranger, all doe eyed like that.”

“But you seem nice!” you chirped out, forgetting your original mission to make way back to your home. You liked this man. You liked Ghostface.

“ Mhm you’re lucky I am. I take pity on little girls like you.” His arm extended, tight black henley sleeves rolled up to his bulging biceps. Mystery mans hand was warm to the touch, the brush of skin against your own sent heat licking down your spine. It was then you noted the tattoo that was all too familiar, the twist and curves of black ink that bent around his wrist like a snake.

Steve.

“Steve?” The hand that shrugged off the mask confirmed your suspicions, long blonde hair curling at the nape of his neck, blue eyes sparked with mischief.

“You really shouldn't be so vulnerable, ya know. What if I actually was a stranger? It’s dangerous.”

The scolding began. You were too dazed out to fight back, tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I really am. Just- just don’t tell B-bucky!” you hiccupped, praying he would help you. This was the first time you had needed Steve. Had wanted him to stay, and actually care.

He clucked his tongue. “I won’t. But we need to get you home, yea? Silly girl. Silly, silly girl.”

“I’m sorry.” was all you could mutter, stumbling as he squeezed your hand as a sign of reassurance, fighting off the chill of the night air.

“Don’t be stupid. You weren't thinking of going in the woods alone, were you? There really must not be a brain in there after all.” he mocked, taunting you as he guided you onwards, towards the creaking trees, their limbs dangling down like claws that would scratch your skin lean off, leave you bare and vulnerable.

You took a deep breath, the fresh air heightening your senses as a twig snapped from under his weight, a soft tune leaving his lips as he whistled. You shuddered, leaning into him more, his larger hand in yours squeezing your digits a little tighter.

“You scared angel?”

“N-no. Never scared.” you lied, staring straight ahead, though you couldn't see much besides his flashlight beam aimed at the little path in front of you.

“Not even when I spooked you that one time when you were with that pink bunny stuffie in your bedroom? What were you doing with it anyways?”

Humping it to the thought of you, you wanted to confess but kept your lips shut.

“Having a tea party.” you grumbled, to which he laughed. It brought you a sense of comfort in the moment- that laugh. It wasn't mean, or directed. It was just easy, carefree, and light as it bounced off an invisible sound barrier.

He wasn't laughing at you. He was laughing with you.

“Cute. You’re so cute bunny. You know that?”

“No.” you giggled, cheeks heating as hot as the sun, whether it was from the booze or his affections, you didn’t know. It seemed like time was stretched and warped, the path ending as soon as it started when you were with Steve.

You felt weirdly protected with him near, the warmth of his body drawing you closer, the scent of his cologne making your head spin as he murmured to you. It was hard to comprehend what he was saying, your mind in a different place as you stumbled into your backyard.

The lights were off, the structure appearing empty and hollow as you stared up at it. “Looks like Bucko wouldn't of came anyways sweetheart.” he sighed, noting his car wasn't in the driveway, the doors appearing locked.

“Does that mean I’m alone?” you asked, anxiety creeping into your voice. You didn’t think you could be alone tonight. You were too anxious and on edge to deal with the warped shadows, bending and following you like a contortionist.

And if you puked, who said you’d be able to get off the bathroom tiles?

“I’m staying with you angel. You’re too stupid to think for yourself right now.”

You fought your urge to stick your tongue out at him, but you knew he was right. He teased you for having next to no thoughts in your brain all the time, but this time it was actually true.

“Let’s go.” he tugged at your arm, causing u to stumble after him as he made his way towards the back door. His legs were so much longer than yours, stride extensive and full of authority. Steve knew exactly where to go, digging the key out of the hiding spot and unlocking the door.

You didn’t even know how he knew where it was. You surely didn’t remember.

The light flickered on, humming softly as it illuminated the little breakfast nook. “Steve why do you hate me?” you blurted out, hiccuping as you bent down to unbuckle your shoes, kicking them off by the door.

His face contorted into a look of confusion as he peered down at you. “I don’t hate you bunny. Far from it.”

You just nodded, taking his word for it. He was stumped by your level of compliance, as you normally would fight or bicker with him whenever he made a claim. But you were quiet, humming a little song as you trudged towards the stairs, hands out in front of you to guide you instead of turning on the rest of the lights.

“Stev-” you gasped as suddenly your body was lifted from the ground, swung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Your head spun as you stared at the world from a much taller height, body squirming as he moved.

A hand smacked your thigh that poked from under your little dress, making you yelp. “Stop squirmin girl. You're not walking up these stairs.” he grumbled, making the trudge up the rickety wooden stairs, hand rubbing your thigh as you felt your panties start to dampen.

His hand was so warm, so nice as it stroked your skin, even when it stung.

“I’m fully- fully able to walk up.” you slurred and he chuckled.

“Mhm I don’t think you should think for yourself right now baby bunny.” he teased, and you giggled. Your bedroom door opened with a creak, and he walked you past the pink walls, past the frilly whites and endless stuffies as he plopped you down on your bed.

You laid back with a sigh, tracing the soft sheets with your fingers, sinking into them as you closed your eyes. Steve felt himself getting harder and harder the longer he gazed at you, so soft and delicate- like a little doll.

You were so in your element, basking in the comfort of the silk and cotton, just savoring how fuzzy you felt in the moment.

“Can you help me with my costume Stevie?” you whispered, eyes fluttering open to smile at him. He thought he was dreaming. He needed to be pinched.

But you needed his help, craved for his touch again as you lay there- almost helpless. You swung your leg up, toes curling against his abdomen in your socks, stretching your arms over your head.

“You’re such a tease, you know that?” he murmured, tugging at each sock, peeing them away from your skin to reveal your bubblegum pink nail polish.

“Mhmm so tired though Stevie. I can’t do anything.”

“Oh I know.” he smirked, hands slowly inching their way up towards your thighs, fingers walking their way across your skin.

“Just need your help, you gotta take care of me.” you giggled, back arching as he tugged at your dress, pulling off the rest of your costume. Your breasts were bared, shining in the pale moonlight as the air whooshed past his teeth.

No bra.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck.” he murmured as you giggled softly, batting your eyelashes at him as if you were a schoolgirl. “What’s the matter Stevie?” you asked, reaching for him, nails softly scraping against his biceps.

“You’re so fucking adorable angel. Jesus Christ.”

“Yeah?” you smiled, grabbing his hand, guiding it down towards your lacey underwear that was now soaked, letting his fingers circle your button through the fabric.

You moaned, back arching against the sheets as he smiled, that wicked grin that drove you wild. You couldn't help yourself. You were on cloud nine, head in the heavens from the way he looked at you, the way he touched you.

Hands slipped up to grope your breasts, massaging them, squeezing each nipple as your mouth parted into an O shape, moaning his name. His hands slipped under your undergarments, fingers coaxing you open as your legs fell limp- purely under his control. Submissive and willing for him.

It drove him wild, the sweet, innocent little sister of his best friend- the person he had craved for years was now under him looking like a doll.

“Gotta open you up first princess. Don’t wanna hurt your sweet, little hole hm?” he whispered, thumb circling your clit, so sensitive under his flesh, aching for him.

You were just so needy, practically begging him- words slurring as you humped his hand, mindlessly reaching for one of your stuffies to cling to as your body rode him.

“Mhmm so… daddy..” you gasped out, emitting a low growl from his lips. You moaned into the fur of the animal, to which he quickly ripped away.

“Don’t hide your sweet little noises for daddy baby, don’t you know better? We’re all alone here, just the two of us. But even if we weren't, wouldn't you want everyone to know how good daddy's fingers feel stuffed in your cunnie?”

You nodded viciously, gasping for breath as heat licked down your spine, burning bright in your core as he rocked into you deeper. It was taken away in an instant, a startled gasp leaving your lips in disappointment before you saw his hands fumbling with his belt, muttering under his breath.

“Fuck I’m sorry angel but I can't take this anymore.I need- I need to be inside you I’m-”

You whimpered as he tugged down his bottoms as quickly as the two of you had entered this tangled affair, barely having a second to process what was happening before he was in you, and he was in you deep.

Plunging straight to the hilt, hands clawing at his biceps as you moaned, cried his name so sweetly he almost combusted right then and there.

“I’m so sorry angel I just- been waiting too long, FUCK you’re so goddamn tight n wet..” he murmured, head drooping low as he breathed you in, watched the way your juices coated his cock as he slipped out just slightly, only to plunge in even harder.

You clung to him so nicely, as if you were just made for him and only him, delicate and dainty. It was so easy to make you drool, so easy to watch you melt deeper into the mattress as he used you as his own personal fleshlight, muscles tensing and flexing as they adjusted you to the exact positions he wanted you in.

“You’re so good to me Stevie. So, so good, filling me…” you sighed, eyes hazy and glazed over as you peered up at him, admiring the man you hated with a passion, but the one you also craved like a drug.

He was so careful with you, guiding your tipsy body home, but so rough and eager with you now, as if he was feral.

“Stevie?” you asked softly, face distorting slightly the longer he looked at you, confusion now smeared across your face like a kids finger painting. “Stevie?”

You were muffled- trapped underwater. Murky.

His eyes flew open with a start, meeting yours as he blinked the fuzz away. His hand was so close to your body, just mere inches away from the place he had been touching you in his dream.

“Mhm?” he asked, noting he had somehow ended shirtless in your bed, the girly bedsheets wrapped around his low midriff, and you fought not to stare down at his happy trail.

“You were dreaming I think. Mumbling something.” you slurred, head smacking down back onto the pillow as he stared at you, your eyes now closed once more.

He didn’t fully remember what had happened. He had teased you, felt you up, and helped you home. But now he was in your bed, despite the fact the two of you bickered constantly, and nothing had happened.

Your little skimpy pj’s were still on. His boxers were on. Though he wished more than anything they were off, that everything was off and he could feel you the way he had ten seconds earlier.

He watched the steady rise and fall of your chest as you fell back into a drunken slumber, hand slipping over to cup your warm cheek before he could stop himself.

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baldval · 2 months

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Since you made one for Valentine’s Day, how bout celebrating Halloween with the main hazbin cast? Maybe Charlie is throwing a Halloween party or something!

HALLOWEEN W HAZBIN! ₊˚⊹♡

characters: vox, charlie, valentino, lucifer, alastor

warnings: nothing :)

a/n: idk if i like alastor's part, he's just so hard to write imo😭😭 pls tell me what you think guys🤞

VOX:

꩜ it’s obvious to anyone that vox looooves halloween.

꩜ he’s claimed to you on several occasions that it’s his favorite holiday.

꩜ and that getting the chance to spend it with you only makes it better.

꩜ and how does vox spend Halloween? two words.

꩜ haunted house.

꩜ you never really understood the concept of having those on hell.

꩜ hell is already scary as it is.

꩜ however, being an overlord, having the control that vox has, eliminates some of the fear most people normally feel.

꩜ so a haunted house is his favourite place to go when he wants to feel some of that adrenaline.

꩜ he picked you up that night and away you went, ready to get your scare-factor on.

꩜ darling, if you get scared, just let me know!” he pointed to himself with a grin "i'll stop the whole thing, i swear".

꩜ “afterall, I wouldn’t be much of a man if I can’t protect the person I care about most.” he smiles at you and you can't help blushing.

꩜ you stuck to him like glue, laughing and screaming through every house you went through.

꩜ it was well into the night before you both decided to call it.

꩜ your throats raw and blood pumping from the adrenaline.

꩜ but even in your stupor, vox still managed to take your breath away once he brought you back to your apartment.

꩜ his arms circled around you as he kisses your face.

꩜ you bury your face in his neck as you hug him goodbye.

CHARLIE:

꩜ as far as charlie is concerned, you can’t celebrate Halloween without a good time.

꩜ and to her, the best way to do that is with a party!

꩜ she throws one once every year at the hotel, because, how could she not?

꩜ “you’ll come right? you have to! pleeeease!”

꩜ she’s so adorably persistent, eyes all puppy dog wide and hands folded.

꩜ your answer is obvious.

꩜ and it had her jumping up and down throughout the whole lobby.

꩜ upon arriving at the hotel, you were completely in awe of the change of scenery.

꩜ what once had a reddish vintage look now practically screamed 'halloween'.

꩜ costumes, decorations, snacks, bowls filled with candy, games, music.

꩜ you knew your girlfriend sure took things to the extreme, but nonetheless, it was always fun.

VALENTINO:

꩜ valentino loves halloween.

꩜ you could say he likes it for the aesthetic and you would be right.

꩜ he'd invite you over that night to spend the evening with him.

꩜ you thought maybe you were gonna go to a halloween party, somewhere filled with decorations and people.

꩜ but when you get to his house you only see a mountain of scary and halloween themed movies piled high on the coffee table in his living room.

꩜ along with a bowl of popcorn, soda, and a selection of only your favourite candies of course.

꩜ “are we… gonna watch all of these?”

꩜ "well duh. why? you got something else to do?”

꩜ unexpected, indeed, but who would complain?

꩜ it was hard to pick which movie to watch first since he had such an extensive collection, but you both decided to kick things off with the classic 'the nightmare before christmas'.

꩜ after that, 'carrie', 'scream', 'anabelle', 'halloween' too of course.

꩜ name it, and valentino had it.

꩜ you sat on the sofa between his legs the entire time, bowl of popcorn in your lap, and you silently fed him pieces of the salty snack while he unwrapped and fed you bits of candy.

꩜ it was the perfect way to spend halloween and you wished you could have gone at it all night.

꩜ but after the 7th film, you had promptly knocked out against val’s chest, popcorn bowl empty.

꩜ but instead of waking you up, he merely shut off the tv and covered both your bodies with a blanket, kissing your forehead.

LUCIFER:

꩜ you're getting ready as you anxiously wait for the king of hell.

꩜ the hotel was organising a halloween party, and of course you couldn't miss it.

꩜ and of course you were going with lucifer.

꩜ you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mingled with nerves.

꩜ just as you were beginning to think he might not show, you heard a knock at the door.

꩜ with a mischievous grin, he strutted over to you.

꩜ "sorry for the delay, darling," he said, offering you his hand. "hope you didn't wait too long."

꩜ you accepted his hand, feeling a thrill run down your spine as his fingers intertwined with yours.

꩜ "not at all," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies in your stomach.

꩜ together, you walked in to the lobby, greeted by the lively sounds of the halloween party in full swing.

꩜ you were sitting at the bar, just chatting.

꩜ "i have to go to the bathroom, i'll be right back" he says with a wink as he leaves.

꩜ "hmm so he really is in love with you" you hear husk, the bartender, say.

꩜ "oh so you've doubted that?"

꩜ "not really, it's just that it's the first time i see it in live action".

꩜ "what do you mean?" you question him.

꩜ "i mean, do you see the way he stares at you as you talk." he fills up a glass. "pure adoration."

꩜ you feel heat creeping up your cheeks and turn around before husk realises how flushed you are.

꩜ lucifer gets back and it isn't long before you find yourselves in the ballroom.

꩜ with a twirl, he pulls you into his arms, and the two of you began to dance to the infectious beat of the music.

꩜ as you moved together, laughter bubbled up between you, your clothes swishing in tune with the music.

꩜ "you know," he says, his voice low as he spun you around, "there's nothing i would want more in the world that being with you."

꩜ you couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a warmth spreading through you.

꩜ "well i can assure you it goes both ways." you replied, caught up in the moment as you gazed into his eyes.

ALASTOR:

꩜ it does surprise you that the radio demon has no idea what halloween is.

꩜ he comes up to you and asks you why the whole lobby is filled with pumpkins and little paper ghosts and black and orange streamers.

꩜ you simply smile and say, “it’s halloween!”

꩜ ��oh…”

꩜ it’s not that he didn’t know what hallowen was, he explained to you.

꩜ he just wasn’t really aware of what occurred during the holiday itself.

꩜ so you decided it was time to change that.

꩜ you told him to meet you at your room, not giving him any more details than that.

꩜ when he arrived, you took him by the hand and led him towards one of the best places you could possibly think of to give him a proper introduction to the spookiest night of the year.

꩜ the pumpkin patch.

꩜ upon arriving, alastor seemed absolutely awestruck at all the different things there were to do.

꩜ the corn maze, hayride, petting zoo (to which you found out that alastor is a major softie for animals).

꩜ and of course, pumpkin carving.

꩜ it was so cute watching his expressions.

꩜ how his brow would furrow when he tried removing the guts and how his tongue would poke out when he began working on the face.

꩜ you almost forgot you had your own pumpkin to carve.

꩜ you both left in the later evening, hand in hand as the stars twinkled above you.

꩜ “so what did you think? did you have fun?”

꩜ you were expecting a nod, or a quick little hum.

꩜ but he straight whisked you off your feet and into his arms.

꩜ and you knew that right now, the smile on his face was truly genuine.

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sorrowsofsilence · 5 months

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Deeper • Ruffilo

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x FemReader

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Smut (18+, unprotected PnV pls wrap it before u tap it, slight breeding, inside orgasm), alcohol, swearing, jealousy, teasing. Legit just smut but with some plot lol

Prompt: you know what they say, bassist string it deeper.

Authors note: I’m so fucking tired but I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am a literal puddle. Also this ended up being way longer than intended, oops :3

THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @th4t-em0-k1d @lans-angels @dsireland86

Well, you know what they say, bassists do it deeper.

Ruffilo was never a fan of social situations, or people he didn’t know. If he could stay at home and away from the public’s eye, he would. He’d be happy just living with his best friends and some cats, as he was extremely shy; but he was also very needy.

Nick was always fighting for your attention; especially when you laughed a little too hard at one of Folio’s jokes, or a sarcastic comment of Jolly’s. He’d wrap your fingers through his, pulling at your arm so you would sit next to him, tugging you gently away from whoever else you were talking to. Sometimes he got jealous of all the attention you’d receive, especially when out in public; but if anything he despised when you talked to Noah. You were definitely waaay too flirty with him- in Nick’s opinion- but he’d never tell you he thought this because you and him were just friends. Noah played into the teasing you gave him; even though he knew Nick had a thing for you.

It was Halloween, Noah’s birthday; all the boys plus a bunch of friends were celebrating in their Los Angeles home. Nick’s leg bounced anxiously as he sat at the kitchen table with a drink in hand, waiting for you to show up. He exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes staying fixed on the front door as he took a sip, nearly spitting out the vile red mixture. Vodka cran my ass tastes more like some sort of disgusting pink Whitney mix. He thought.

Nick’s mind began to race, thinking about you. You were an hour late, something that rarely occurred because you were always extremely punctual. He wondered where you were; his comfort person. His anxiety was rampant at the amount of people in their house. All he wanted was to see you, so you could tell him everything would be okay; but also because he was head over heels in fucking love with you.

Folio and Jolly were off playing a game of definitely rigged cup-pong, while Noah jumped through various conversations with each guest, thanking everyone for showing up to celebrate his birthday.

Nick took another sip, hand shaking in anticipation as he watched various couples dance through the kitchen, the music loud, echoing through the walls. He readjusted his Jedi- robes multiple times, tugging on the fabric nervously.

Finally, the front door opened, and Nick had to stop himself from standing up immediately at the sight of you, ready for you to hold him in your arms. You waltzed into the house, the thick-heeled boots you wore thumping against the ground, following the beat of his heart.

You smiled when your eyes met his, your dark burgundy lipstick parting, radiating against your skin; his heart pounded heavily. His eyes fought the urge to skim across your body, particularly across your exposed thighs, as the short black skirt you wore rode up dangerously high. He was practically melting in his chair, pants beginning to tighten at the thought of bending you over the counter, taking you from behind.

“What’s up Anakin,” you said, your own eyes glancing across his robes, grinning at his nerdy costume. Nick was always such a dork for Star Wars, but he was your dork.

Nick smiled, relief evident on his face that you were here; but the lingering lust he felt towards you crawled through his skin. His throat began to tighten, and words fumbled. He grabbed his cup, swallowing the remaining vodka-Whitney-cran or whatever the fuck it was, eyeing your every move as you made yourself at home, navigating through the kitchen with ease.

You placed your grocery bag of snacks and drinks you brought in the fridge, closing the door with your heel before cracking open a cooler, and taking a sip as you turned towards Nick. He loved how comfortable you were here, in his house, as if it was your own. Where you were meant to be.

“Hey,” Nick nodded, the corners of his mouth turned up. “Freddy Kruger.”

He maintained eye contact, your E/C eyes lingering in his, the glint in them playful, as if you knew what you were doing to him. The cut-up red and black striped sweater hung cropped across your body, leaving one shoulder exposed, a variety of fake slashes drawn into your skin. The faux-clawed glove was placed on your non-dominant hand, and a brimmed felt hat was placed on top of your head.

“Do you like it?” You asked, giving a slight twirl, and as you turned Nick swore he could see the bottom outline of your cheeks. His face flushed as he shifted in his seat, eyes turning to the floor, becoming very interested in the wood.

“You look fantastic,” Nick said.

You smiled as your face warmed at Nick’s words, even if prompted. Taking another sip of your cooler you hoisted yourself on the counter, sitting on top of the faux marble, the top cold against your thighs.

Nick’s silver eyes glanced up at you through his lashes, before he stood up, grabbing himself another drink.

“You drunk yet?” You asked him, and Nick shook his head in response.

“I was waiting for you, plus, I didn’t want to participate in folio’s rigged version of cup pong. Who plays it where if you miss the ball you drink?” Nick pressed his lips together, before going back to the punch bowl to fill his cup.

“The hell is that?” You nodded towards the bowl, curious about what sort of Halloween-themed drink was made.

“Some garbage Jolly mixed up.” Nick looked into the cup, shrugging before taking another sip. His eyebrows furrowed in disgust, squeezing his eyes shut.

A laugh escaped your lips, “Let me try.”

Nick walked towards you, your legs parting slightly as he stood between you, careful not to get too close, reaching the cup out for you to grab.

Instead of grabbing the cup you leaned forward, placing your lips against the plastic, prompting Nick to feed you the liquid. He tilted the cup, eyes watching your lips intensely as you followed his stare. You took a big sip, coughing after you pulled away. The alcohol flowed down your throat, burning at its strength.

“Jesus, that’s fucking gross,” you covered your mouth briefly before taking a chaser of your drink. You chugged the rest, letting your legs swing as they dangled off the counter, Nick still standing close to you, the heat radiating off of him.

You leaned to the side, tossing the can into the recycling as Noah turned the corner, his eyes brightening into a drunken smile as he swayed towards you, open arms.

“Y/N!” He yelled, the bass of the music pumping in the background.

“Noah!” You immediately jumped off of the counter, being engulfed in his embrace. Noah’s hands trailed down your back, dangerously close to the bottom of your skirt. “Happy birthday you nerd!”

Nick watched as you two hugged, his chest tightening as Noah’s hand rubbed up and down your body.

The two of you swayed, Noah, leaning all of his weight into you in a drunken state. You smiled into Noah’s hug, squeezing him. As you pulled away, you readjusted his Leaf Village headband, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“You’re such a dweeb,” you pushed Noah’s shoulder, and he smiled staring down at you, “and you’re so drunk already.”

“Nahh ” Noah wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against him, “you’re just not drunk enough. Time for some shots!”

You laughed, agreeing as Noah reached into a cupboard for a bottle of tequila- something he knew was your favourite. Noah filled two shot glasses, before you wrapped your elbows around each other, taking two shots of alcohol together in a ritualistic fashion.

Nick averted his eyes as his breath hitched, refusing to watch as Noah held you to his side after the two glasses rested back on the counter.

Your head rested on Noah’s shoulder as you hiccuped from the alcohol, eyes looking up at him. Noah began to sway back and forth to the music, pulling you along with him, before swinging you around. You laughed with Noah, smiles beaming against each other. You followed Noah’s body but watched Nick the entire time.

Nick didn’t look at you, eyes fixated on his cup that he took another drink from, swallowing every drop of liquid. You sighed, shrugging Noah off of you before walking up to Nick, and wrapping your arms around him. He stiffened at your touch but put his arms around you.

“Aw Nicky, are you jealous?” You teased, reaching up to run your fingers through his long dark hair. Your chest rested against his own, and you could feel his heart vibrate against yours. You tried pulling his body to dance with the music, but he remained put, placing his arms across your back, hand holding you against his chest.

“Thanks for the drink No-wah,” you smiled cheekily at him.

Noah grabbed a beer from the counter, “anything for my baby girl.”

Nick was jealous. He was jealous at how easy you and Noah got along, and how you were ready to be in Noah’s arms at any second, but he didn’t know that you knew this got under his skin.

You knew flirting with Noah made Nick jealous, and you loved how possessive Nick always got once you went crawling back to him. You wanted Nick to be jealous, and you wanted him to want you.

Both of you desired each other, but neither was brave enough to make a move.

“C'mon,” you grabbed another cooler from the fridge for you and Nick, bending over slightly in his direction so your ass was barely exposed to him.

Standing up you sauntered towards him, hanging him the can before grabbing his hand. Feeling the warm feeling of the alcohol start to pulse through your veins, you tugged him along the house, walking past the crowd of people before you walked into the living room.

You wrapped your fingers in Nick’s inked ones, holding him close to you.

The living room was packed with people, the only spot available being on the couch; for one person.

You motioned for Nick to sit before inviting yourself to sit on his lap. Nick’s breath caught in his throat in surprise.

You wiggled to get comfortable, and Nick placed his arms across your torso, holding you still against him.

You knew he wouldn’t be able to contain his excitement if you kept moving.

Folio and Jolly’s cup pong game was going on in front of you, and as you brought the can of alcohol to your lips you couldn't help but let a sly smile play at your lips as you thought about teasing the man beneath you.

You pushed into his lap, wriggling your hips along to the music.

“Sorry Nicky, trying to get comfortable,” you said playfully, chugging the can of alcohol before placing it on the coffee table.

Nick’s fingers dug into your hips, attempting to hold you still against him; but he hardened beneath you, a quiet groan heaving from his throat as you shifted along his lap.

“Y/N,” Nick warned, letting a hand go as he grabbed his can, drinking the entire thing to give him the liquid courage.

Both of you felt the buzz of inebriation, allowing the warmth to consume you. Pretending to be invested in the game ahead you leaned back, placing your back against Nick’s chest, letting his hands roam the top of your thighs.

“What are you doing,” Nick asked through gritted teeth, but his heart raced in anticipation at your actions.

You dug your hips into him, feeling the music. No one would be paying attention to the two of you, everyone, including yourselves, would be too drunk to notice.

Sitting up you spun your body so you were straddling his waist, legs parted on either side of him. Your skirt was so short it rode up, exposing the underwear you wore beneath; but only for him to see.

Nick swallowed harshly, eyes glazing over in infatuation as he watched you, your lip finding its way between your teeth. Placing your arms around his neck you eyed every expression, glazing over every detail of his face as Nick flushed. As your body swung back and forth gently, you gained the courage to lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on Nick’s lips.

Nick stared at you, almost in shock. He wasn’t sure if this was a prank, or if he was already so far gone that he was lucid dreaming.

Nick's hands glided along your thighs as they gripped you from behind, squeezing gently. You had kissed him, and his entire body was on fire.

“Kiss me,” you said in a hoard whisper, almost desperate, waiting for Nick to respond to your first move.

Nick was hesitant and nervous as he pulled himself closer to your lips, brushing over them gently, before closing the gap between you.

You sighed into his mouth, relieved as Nick reciprocated feelings, allowing yourself to relax into his touch, body heating as his hands roamed behind you, squeezing gently at the skin.

You deepened the kiss, pushing your lips firmly into his, closed-mouth kisses opening with each wave, allowing your hands to roam into his hair, tugging softly on the strands.

Nicks's body convulsed below you, and he pulled away, staring up at you with awe.

“Want to go upstairs?” You asked, and he nodded eagerly as you crawled off of him. Nick grabbed your hand hastily as he pulled you behind him, the journey up the stairs feeling like it dragged on forever.

The music pumped below you as Nick closed his bedroom door, the sound dampening ever so slightly, the floor shaking with the bass.

Nick immediately shoved you into the wall, lips all over yours in desperation, devouring you, years of pent-up need coming out full throttle.

His hand roamed up your body underneath your torn long sleeve, granting himself access to all the curves he’d dreamed of touching. The number of times he touched himself, fantasizing about your taste, left his knees weak as he let his mouth explore yours, finally.

You moaned against Nick's lips as he fondled your chest, his hands searching very crevasse of your being through years of missed opportunity. You moulded into his touch, feeling excited as your abdomen vibrated in complete want for the man holding you against the wall.

Nick's fingers lingered underneath your skirt before pulling it up gently, grazing between your panties before roaming back up.

You moaned against the subtle tease, eyebrows furrowing as you pulled away from his kiss.

“Nick, please, don’t tease me,” you whined, pressing your forehead against his own.

Silver eyes bore into you as his lips tugged up into a sly smile, “if you don’t like my teasing, why are you moaning?”

Nick’s fingers roamed between your legs again, gently pressing where you needed him most and a feral sound escaped your lips, leaving you embarrassed. Nick stared at you with lust, almost in shock by how you were reacting to him. Nick allowed his fingers to glide between your body and underwear, feeling between your folds. His already hard body pulsing even deeper as he felt how soaked you were; all for him.

“Please,” you said as he touched you.

“Please don’t stop Nicky,” you whispered as his hand dipped between your layers. Nick planned to make her soar, but first, he loved hearing you beg for him, and only him.

“What do you want,” Nick's lips brushed across yours, this unknown confidence sending his hormones to the moon. The woman of his dreams was wriggling beneath him, desperate for anything he had to offer.

“I need you,” you said, pulling his face into yours again, allowing your tongue to explore his mouth, tasting all of him. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t even walk.”

Nick almost melted at your words, his heart beating so fast in disbelief. You want him to pleasure you.

He nodded eagerly, pulling you towards his bed, and tossing the Star Wars bed sheets aside. Nick pushed you into the bed, on top of you with all of his weight, allowing himself to dominate over your body.

Kissing down your neck your hands roamed across his back, and finally, he stared you down.

“Are you sure you want to do this Y/N? Because there is no way we are just fucking friends after this. You’re mine.”

You shuddered at Nick's possession, nodding, “I’ve always wanted to do a little more than kiss.”

Nick blushed, kissing you again before letting his lips trail down your neck, sucking on the delicate skin that lay between your neck and collarbone.

“You’re mine.” He said, marking what was his property before turning your body so you were above him.

“Ride me until your legs start shaking from the pleasure. Let me fuck you so deep you can’t even think about anybody else ever again; then I’ll flip you over and drill you to finish it off.” Nick growled, and your eyes widened at this needy side of Nick you’ve never seen before, but you were ready to give him anything he wanted.

Nick pulled off his robes, leaving his body exposed for you, you pulled off your sweater, showing off your chest and Nick's eyes devoured you, absorbing everything you showed him. He’d dreamed of this moment and what you looked like many times: but even his mind couldn’t come up with anything as beautiful as the real thing.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” he worshipped you allowing his hands to follow your curves once again. He pulled up your skirt, exposing your lower body as he moved your underwear to the side, positioning himself below you.

“I can’t believe you wore a skirt this small with no fucking shorts,” Nick mumbled, preparing himself.

“I wore it just for you,” you smiled, before closing the gap and pushing down onto Nick’s body, your arousal gliding you smoothly along him. Both of you groaned in disbelief, Nick relishing in how good you felt wrapped around him, his body finally reaching every part of you.

Your mouth opened widely as Nick filled you, a squeak of shock tugging at your throat as Nick squeezed your sides, pulling you up and down to get you to move.

You slid up and down his body with ease, hands on his chest for support as you road him, rolling and grinding deeper into his body, Nick hitting every point possible. Nick wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest as he began pounding into you from below, putting all of his effort into fucking you.

“Moan for me Y/N,” Nick begged, “show everyone who’s fucking mine.”

Nick's hands gripped the back of your head, fingers tangled in his hair. Every ounce of his body vibrated as he fucked you, his hips slapping against your thighs as you straddled his lap, taking everything he offered. He gave you his everything, never fucking anyone as hard as you, wanting to make you feel good.

Nick couldn’t believe how fucking beautiful you were as you cried out his name, the syllabus rolling off your tongue in complete satisfaction; and Nick knew that he would cum at any moment. He slowed his pace, wanting this to last forever.

Your nails dug into Nick’s shoulders as you clung to him, taking him well. Nick hoped you were loud enough against the music so Noah would hear; he wanted him to know that you finally got what was rightfully his.

You moaned Nick’s name as your stomach churned, nearing your release; Nick repeatedly hitting your spot over and over. You closed your eyes in ecstasy, your body turning limp as you screamed, shaking and convulsing against Nick through your orgasm.

Nick pushed into you, and you swear if he fucked any harder he’d be able to split you in half with how deep he penetrated.

“Where can I come?” Nick asked, on the brink of his climax. Y/N’s skin stuck against Nick’s chest.

“Fuck, inside of me,” you cried, pushing yourself against Nick’s hips, the only sounds filling the room were the sound of fast slaps and a string of moans fighting against the bass of the music below.

“Oh my god Y/N I’m going to I’m going-“ Nick’s fingers dug into your back, tearing your skin as he shook below you, twitching inside through his orgasm. You kissed him deeply, moaning against his lips in complete satisfaction as his release filled you, taking over your body.

“Fuck,” your head swung back, a wide smile parting your lips before you looked down at him, still sitting on top of his body.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you moan,” Nick smiled, satisfied as he rolled you over, pulling him into his chest, “it was fucking music to my ears.”

You chuckled, nuzzling against his chest, “So, friends off?”

Nick joined you, his throat vibrating as he laughed, “Oh yea, I’m ready to move to the stage where we can fuck whenever we want. Oh, and I can take you to dinner and we can hold hands.”

You smiled, holding yourself closer to him, “Deal, but only if I can suck you off next time.”

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Who’s next, folio or jolly? ;)

#i’m going to hell #pls enjoy this I’m a mess #bad omens #bad omens band #bad omens cult #bad omens smut #nick ruffilo fluff #nick ruffilo #nicholas ruffilo #nick ruffilo smut #nicholas ruffilo smut #smut #Halloween #Noah Sebastian

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ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult · 6 months

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Confession Time: Part Two of Jordan Li X Streamer!fem!reader

A/N: I just got a cold so that's part of the story. Also, I own none of the characters from The Boys or Gen V. Enjoy!

Warnings: None, I don't think.

Word Count: 1410

Taglist: @airabek @thesuperwolfdiaries

A couple of weeks had passed since you realized your feelings for Jordan and now you had no idea how to act. You tried to act as normal as possible but no one told you what to do after realizing you have feelings for your friend of over a decade.

“Just tell them!” Emma insisted one afternoon in her dorm room.

"How do I work that into a normal conversation?" I replied.

“It’ll have to be a special conversation. All you have to do is say ‘Hey Jordan, I like you and I would really like to have sex with you’.” “Emma!”

Emma’s words did not help and as you set up for your stream later that night, you hoped Jordan didn’t notice your hands were trembling. “Nervous, Y/N?”

Of course they noticed.

You shook your head. “No, I think I just had too much caffeine.”

They nodded and leaned back in their chair. “So, what game do I have to carry you through tonight?” “You don’t carry me.” “Not in comfy games but I have to in horror games.”

You rolled your eyes and muttered, “PT”, wondering why your heart was fluttering in your chest.

As soon as the stream started, so did the thirsty comments and donations. “Yourmomssloppydisk said, ‘Jordan, what amount of money would get you to step on me? It could be any amount of time, I know you’re busy.’ Chat, relax,” You joked, face warming up.

“It’s okay, Y/N. For one thing, there would need to be an ironclad contract absolving me of any responsibility. The other thing is I don’t know if you could afford me.”

The sound of super chats and donations provided a nice distraction from the dark hallway in-game. “Someone sent a super chat and said, ‘I’ve never seen two pretty best friends, but this stream proves they exist’.” Jordan wrapped their arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. “Thank you for noticing.” “I will say, chat, I made this channel for my external validation. Jordan gets enough offline and online.” “Most of the comments come from you,” Jordan teased.

“Shut up!” you exclaimed, running through the loop again. Before you knew it, chaos in-game ensued and you couldn’t stop squealing.

Fortunately, the horror of the game kicked in just in time to distract you from how closely Jordan sat next to you or how good their new shampoo smelled. Or how widely they smiled when you got jump scared.

You were grateful for the nights they weren’t available to stream and you could focus on important things, like studying and planning new content. But the idea of confessing was always a thought in the back of your head.

Despite the fan content you’d seen, you couldn’t help but feel terrified of rejection. Putting yourself out there online and offline were two very different things. Online, you could just log off but offline, was a much different beast.

The decision to confess was taken away from you…sort of.

You and your friends were planning on attending Dusty’s Halloween party, AKA the biggest and best party of the year. Cate had been helping you plan your costume for weeks and you’d be able to take a night off work.

Everything was going to be perfect but, your immune system had other ideas. The morning of the party, you woke up with a sore throat and runny nose. As soon as Cate and Marie saw you, they practically shoved you back in bed.

“I’m fine, guys, I swear, I’m fine,” you insisted as Cate tucked you in. “Downing a bunch of Dayquil doesn’t mean ‘fine’, Y/N,” Marie said as she set a glass of water on your nightstand. “Now you’re going to stay in bed and rest,” Cate said.

“You can’t make me,” you huffed in your haze. “Yes, I could, Y/N, but I’m not going to.”

After they left, you did take a nap but there was only so much resting one could do before they got bored. So, you decided to do an impromptu stream. Nothing serious, just some Animal Crossing. You set yourself up with as many blankets and pillows as could fit with your setup and started.

“Hi everyone, this isn’t a planned stream but, as you can probably hear, my immune system lost a battle and I wanted to play some Animal Crossing to make me feel better.” You smiled when a super chat came in. “Thanks for the super chat Seriouslydon’tcallme87. ‘Y/N, you can take a night off. You’ve been working hard forever, and you need to take care of yourself.’ I appreciate the concern but I have plenty of zinc and Dayquil in my system.”

At Dusty’s, while Cate, Emma, Andre, and Luke partied, Jordan couldn’t stop worrying. Marie had told them about how you were sick when they met up at the party and then she had to stop them from driving back to campus. “Y/N would want you to have a good time and she’d probably feel really bad if you got sick.”

While Marie had a point, Jordan couldn’t stop thinking about you, all curled up in bed and suffering. In the middle of an intense game of flip cup, Jordan got a notification that you were streaming. They immediately stepped away from the table, clicked on it, and saw that you were practically lying down while working on your island.

“This is such a stupid mechanic. Just let me build a waterfall Nintendo,” you whined. Jordan laughed at that. You were always whiney when you were sick, but it was kind of cute. You were always cute.

Then, they felt bad because you were looking forward to this party for so long and kept your costume a secret from them, wanting a huge reveal. It was kind of embarrassing for them to admit that they were curious for which style route you took. Almost as embarrassing as the crush they had on you for the entirety of your friendship.

“No, chat, this will not turn into a sleep stream. I didn’t even take the Nyquil yet.” As soon as you yawned, Jordan was on their way back to campus. When they burst into your room, you barely moved, head lolled to one side as you attempted to fish.

“What do you mean, ‘Jordan is serving?’ Chat, you all need to touch grass,” you muttered. Jordan laughed lowly and slowly approached you. “I appreciate the compliment.”

You slowly looked up and smiled. “Hi, Jordan. You make a great Jack Skellington.” “Thanks, but, I think it’s time we end the game.” You sat up and looked at chat. “Yes, chat, I was supposed to go socialize tonight but my immune system failed me. My costume was pretty amazing too, I was gonna be Black Cat.”

Jordan smiled at the visual. “Okay, chat, thanks for watching her for me but, I’ll take it from here.” Your protests were weak as Jordan stopped the stream, shut down all your devices, and gently lifted you in their arms.

“I wasn’t done!” you exclaimed. “I saved your progress, you can finish tomorrow.” They gently set you back in your bed and wrapped you in all the blankets they could find. They found the Nyquil and placed it on your nightstand along with some juice.

You wiggled around in bed and pouted. “But I’m not tired.” “Is this what it’s like to have a kid?” “Are you calling me a child?” Then, you started giggling and Jordan shook their head.

“Just take your medicine.”

"Why’d you leave the party?” you asked. “Because I saw my best friend trying to stream while she’s sick and thought I’d prevent a disaster.”

You grinned. “Thank you for always taking care of me, Jordan. You’re so sweet.” “Stop it, go to bed,” they said. “Wait.” You leaned up, grabbed the back of their neck, and pulled them closer to you.

Either the Nyquil kicked in or you genuinely didn’t notice the shock in their eyes. “I love you, Jordan. I was going to tell you at the party tonight but, this is also fine.” They opened their mouth to speak but you flopped back in bed, fast asleep.

For a moment, Jordan stood there, stunned as they watched you sleep. They couldn’t believe you said that and didn’t even give them a chance to respond.

Once they finished cleaning up after you, they decided to confess to you when you were lucid.

#jordan li headcanons #jordan li x reader

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tetsupeach · 2 years

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pro hero bakugou x pro hero todoroki x reader

summary - you'd never imagined being best jeanists late night hero would be so tiring.

cws - healer reader, threesome, degradation, praise, light yandere overtones, possessive overtones, bakugou and shouto really don't wanna share reader. dom characters sub reader

a/n - ty to @killerdabi for the request follow them at @daddymaki minors dni

“Really,” you cross your arms. “I can’t pay any special attention to you because you did well in hero school.” You shrug. “I’m a healer and it’s my job to assist everyone equally,” you turn your back to the two boys who’d gotten into a skirmish well after Best Jeanist's working hours. “Give me just a second, alright, and I’ll take care of you.” You tap the spacebar on your laptop, waking it up so you can make a couple notes.

“We uh,” Bakugou says, his low rasp cutting effectively through the silence, well above the hum of the air conditioning unit. “We had a question for ya.” You look up, they’re both only mostly dressed, hero costumes shredded from the fight with the villain engineered bioweapon.

“Yes?”

“We want to know which one of us you like better.” Shouto says bluntly, stepping in front of the blonde. You blink at them in surprise.

“What?”

“You heard him.” Bakugou crosses his arms over his broad chest. “We wanna know if ya like me or half n’ half better.”

“I,” you scramble, none of your healing training had prepared you for this, “I’m not sure I have enough data to make a decision.”

“That,” Shouto considers, “That we could provide.”

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“Shhhh,” Shouto breathes, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “So good, takin’ him so well.” You let out a strangled whimper, sitting in between the two pro heroes you’ve never felt smaller, sinking just a little lower on Bakugou’s cock and feeling like you’re being split in half. You’re straddling the blonde, he’s laying down on his bed, huge hands resting on your thighs.

“So close,” he growls, “Almost got me all the way,” he eyes Shouto angrily, “You gonna help her out or are ya just here to watch me fuck her brains out?” Todoroki rolls his eyes, reaching around your body and rubbing softly at your clit, watching your mouth drop open as you relax against his chest.

“I wouldn’t give me orders if I were you,” Shouto says coolly, kissing your shoulder as he makes eye contact with Bakugou, “I’d focus on making our sweet girl feel good,” he nips at your neck and you gasp with pain, clenching down hard on Bakugou, who swears violently. “That’s a good boy,” he coos, radiating condescension.

Bakugou scowls, and swats at him.

“I’m gonna move,” The blonde warns, and you whimper loudly as he rolls his hips against yours, you bury your face in Shouto’s neck.

“So good,” He repeats smoothly, still rubbing softly at your puffy clit, feeling the way your thighs are trembling, “Think she’ll be able to walk after this?” He asks, eyes closing in pleasure as he starts to massage your chest with his free hand. “Fuck, these are perfect.”

“Not if I can help it,” Bakugou grins, pressing down harder on your thighs as he fucks you, pinning you tightly against him. Shouto holds you upright, but your lips part, a hushed moan dropping from your lips as Bakugou bucks up into you, “C’mon,” he grunts, “Take it like ya said you could.”

“Talked a big game,” Shouto says in your ear, “So sure you could handle both of us, pretty girl, how’s that working out for you?”

“I,” you manage, hands on Bakugou’s abdomen, attempting to balance.

“You know what’s at stake here,” Shouto says, still playing with you, cool hand so gentle on the softest part of you, carefully rubbing your clit, “If you fall apart, we own you, sweetheart,”

“Wantcha to do everythin’ we say,” Bakugou grunts as your eyes start to roll, “No more of this competition shit, you’re ours, our fuckin’ healer, our sweet little set of holes.”

“Fuck,” you chirp, toes curling, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna,”

“We’re just getting started,” Shouto kisses your burning cheek again, groping at your chest as you feel his hard cock against your ass. “You said there was no way we could make a mess of you.”

“Oh,” you lean forward but he catches you, Bakugou smirks, thrusting up cruelly into you, watching you completely lose composure.

“From where I am, princess,” he spits the last word like it’s an insult, “Pretty sure you’re a fuckin’ mess.”

“Shhhh,” Shouto breathes in your ear, “Be a good girl and take it, and when we’re done, we’ll take care of you.” You warble something unintelligible. “And you’re gonna be a good girl for us,” he kisses your neck softly, mouth cool on your hot skin, “And you’ll cum on his cock, and then you’re gonna take mine, how does that sound pretty girl.”

“Don’t wanna hear shit about you from other fuckin’ pros,” Bakugou growls, “Don’t wanna hear you gave ‘em the fuckin’ time of day, you’re goddamn ours now.” You nod pitifully, barely able to stay conscious under their careful ministrations. “You wanna cum?” He snaps and you nod, whimpering. “Whaddya think, bastard, should she get to cum?”

“Hmmm,” Shouto sighs, slowing his attention to your clit. “Surely not until she’s pleased both of us.”

please rb if you liked it <3

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feyhunter78 · 7 months

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kinktober request: 2, 12, 22, 24, & 31 with miguel? sorry there’s so many but i just had the idea of a college!au where reader goes to a halloween party and miguel goes, too, because they’re kind of friends (maybe miguel always thought she was cute but then he tutored her for a class and they started to become close as a result?) & he likes her and wants to make sure she’s safe but reader has a mask kink & also has a huge crush on him so she finds it super hard to be around him when he’s wearing his costume and spends most of the night hiding from him & eventually he corners her and finds out why she’s been running & shenanigans ensue 👀

This was such a cute and fun idea!!!! I am making a new rule though, y'all can only request 3 or fewer numbers bc I'm not, and I did not fit all those into a one-shot💀 (I did throw in a hint of breeding kink at the end there for you though nonnie)

Meg's Kinktober - College!Miguel + #12, 18, 24 Mask kink, AU & Costume/Lingerie

You like Miguel, you’ve always liked Miguel, since the day your chemistry professor suggested Miguel tutor you. Dr. Alice was a romantic at heart, you swear, or maybe she saw you staring dreamily at the back of Miguel’s head instead of paying attention to her lectures. Either way, your grades improved, but your hopeless crush on Miguel did not.

You can’t say you regret coming to your best friend’s boyfriend’s roommate’s costume party, but you don’t not regret it. You’re having a fun time, you look hot, the music surprisingly doesn’t suck, there are snacks, and the drinks don’t have an overwhelming taste of alcohol that chokes you with every sip. But Miguel is here. You didn’t even know he knew Josh, and yet there he was, dressed as Spiderman. The mask attached to his costume is off at the moment, hanging from the back of his neck, which gives you at least a bit of relief.

He spots you, smiles and waves, making his way over to you. You hold your red solo cup tighter, painting on a smile and preparing yourself for Miguel to tower over you as he talks about something…usually you lose track of what he’s saying and just stare into his eyes.

“Y/N, nice costume, sexy vampire, a classic.” His eyes drag up your figure in a way that surprisingly doesn’t feel gross? It’s like he’s admiring you, not sizing you up or undressing you with his eyes.

“You know me, I love a classic costume.” Also, it was cheap and easy, your favorite kind of costume.

“Classic costume for a classic lady, I like it.” He says. His hands are covered by his costume, it’s a bodysuit, you can tell that now, see every outline of his abs and biceps. You dare not trail your eyes lower, already feeling your face heat up.

“And you went for Spiderman, like every other guy at this party.” You say, taking a sip of your drink for courage.

He smiles sheepishly. “Guess the movie was pretty popular.”

“Guess so.” You echo, wishing your best friend would come and drag you away before you burst into flames.

“Wait, you haven’t even seen the full thing yet.” He smiles, it’s charming, excited, devastatingly handsome, then he pulls the mask over his face.

You freeze, staring up at him, trying to swallow, but your throat is as dry as the Sahara. Taking a long swig of your drink, you clear your throat and nod. “Looks great, I like it.”

“It’s pretty cool, huh?” Miguel asks, flexing and posing in a bunch of obnoxious ways that make you laugh to keep him from noticing how your eyes follow the lines of his muscles hungrily.

“I—I have to go find my friend; I’ll see you later, Miguel.” You tell him, before dashing off, frantically searching for your best friend, so you can scream about how hot Miguel is, and how you’re going to die if you don’t leave right now.

You finally find her, and she calms you down, gets you another drink, ropes you into playing some random drinking game, sufficiently distracts you until she’s pulled away by her boyfriend. Then you’re alone, acting like a crazy person, dodging Miguel, hiding from him, and flat out acting like you don’t hear him calling your name.

It’s after you come out of the bathroom—all the drinks and snacks really ate at your dark lipstick—that he finds you.

The hallway is dark, a small nightlight at the end, multicolored lights from the party at the other. It’s quieter here, the music a bit muffled, no one screaming or talking.

“Found you.” He says that stupid mask still on, his arms caging you in, your back to the wall.

“Hey Miguel.” You say awkwardly, smiling up at him as you try to figure out a way to escape him.

“I’ve been looking all over for you, cariño, thought you might’ve gone home.”

You shake your head. “Me? No, I’m a certified party girl.”

You can’t see his face, but you know he’s giving you that look, the one that means he knows you’re lying.

“So why haven’t I seen you around then?” He asks, his voice has a slight rasp to it, you assume from yelling over the music to be heard.

“I’ve just been busy, visiting with other people.”

He dips his head down. “Too busy for me? I’m hurt.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, Mr. Popular, I’m sure you were standing in the corner all by your lonesome because you couldn’t find me.”

“All the corners were taken, too many people making out.” He says flippantly, humor coloring his tone.

“That’s too bad, I was meaning to go stand in one like a creep later.” You joke, relaxing slightly when Miguel lets one arm drop from the wall to adjust his mask.

“We could share one?” Miguel offers.

“Then we’d have to make out. Come on Miguel, it’s like a rule, and I don’t think either of us want to do tha—”

Miguel’s free hand tilting your chin up stops you.

You look at his eyes, or where his eyes should be, behind the mask. “Miguel?”

“Who said I didn’t want to kiss you?” He says, voice low, soft, heated.

It sends a shiver down your spine, heat pulsing down to your core, and you blink owlishly at him. “Oh, I just thought, um…”

He pushes the mask up, only enough to expose the lower half of his face, and leans further down ghosting his lips over yours. “You just thought what? That I wouldn’t want to kiss you, that I don’t dream of hearing my name fall from your lips as I feel every inch of you with my hands, with my tongue if I’m lucky?”

He looks so good, the red of his mask highlighting the vibrancy of his tanned skin, his muscles so clearly defined by the skintight fabric.

“No, I didn’t think you did.” You admit breathlessly, tilting your head even further up to meet his lips.

It’s an explosion, a dance, a drug, and you want more. You loop your arms around his neck and pull him closer.

Miguel responds in kind, his large hands grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up, foot nudging the bathroom door open.

It’s even quieter in here, and you can hear the sound of the lock being turned, before Miguel’s lips descend down your neck. He sets you on the sink, cool marble against your skin, one hand groping your breasts, the other slipping between your legs to toy with your clit, his teeth nipping at your throat.

“I thought I was the vampire.” You joke weakly, eyes fluttering shut when Miguel yanks your legs further apart, slotting himself between them, his cock hard against you.

“You can be whatever you want as long as I can be inside you.” He groans, his skilled fingers tugging at your nipples, twisting, plucking, brushing until you’re squirming against him.

“Okay, okay, yeah, fuck me, please Miguel.” You say, your hands anchoring themselves on his suit, fingers digging into the stretchy material.

He moves to rip off his mask, but you stop him.

“Leave it on.” You tell him quietly, core throbbing as he watches you, a smile toying at his lips.

Finally, he laughs and tugs the mask back in place. “Full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“Oh, is now not the right time to reveal I’m actually a chemistry genius?” You’re trying to be funny, trying to tease him, but it’s hard when the sound of his zipper is accompanied by a low groan and the feeling of his cock sliding past your entrance.

“You’re a genius chemist?” Miguel asks, his tone far more joking than yours as he slides fully in, his free hand on your lower back pushing you closer to him, ensuring you take every inch.

“Yeah, won prizes and everything.” You say, gasping when the tip of his cock brushes against your sensitive spot, your walls fluttering around him.

“Smart girl.” He says, before he pulls out and slams back in, wrapping your legs around his back, and slotting his lips against your own.

You melt into him, letting him fuck you rapid fire, thick cock dragging against your walls, tip bullying your sensitive spot, his tongue searching every inch of you, as his hands hold you in place.

“You’re so pretty, y/n, I’ve wanted this for so long.” Miguel’s voice is low, words breathed against your lips, moaned into your mouth. “Wanted to take you in the fucking lab, in your apartment, in the library.”

“The library?” You’re half horrified, half intrigued.

He shifts his hips, pushing you further against the mirror, his fingers back on your clit making you see stars. “Yeah, wanted to bend you over the table in the study rooms, keep my hand over your mouth so no one hears you. Maybe make you try some calculations with me between your legs, tongue stuffed in that pretty pussy of yours while you try to keep a straight face. Don’t want anyone to walk in on us, right?”

You moan at the images he’s placing in your mind, the adrenaline of keeping quiet, of biting your lip while Miguel eats you out like a five-course meal, rushing through your veins. “No, no, don’t want anyone to walk in.”

Miguel chuckles against your lips. “No, you’re too much of a goody two shoes for that, huh? My good little girl, letting me fuck you in the bathroom. Gonna let me eat you out? Finger you during lab while the TA’s not looking?”

“That would be so unsanitary.” You tell him, hips moving in time with his, chest heaving as the coil within you winds tighter and tighter, your skin scattered with pleasure, your mind turning to mush when Miguel bites down on your pulse point.

“You’re right, plus I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that, I want to be the only one seeing how pretty you look before you come, only one getting to hear you moan for me.” Miguel says all this so easily, not even breaking his stride as his hand shoots out, slams against the mirror, giving himself stability to piston into you.

You cling to him, head tucked into the crook of his neck, moaning and mewling for him, his name a constant chant on your lips.

“That’s it cariño, come for me, scream my name, let this whole party know who’s fucking you.” He urges, a renewed fervor in his thrusts in the way his lips attach to your neck, marking it with dark hickeys.

And you do, you finish hard, screaming his name, the sound barely muffled by his neck. Miguel finishes afterwards, pulling out and stroking himself, cum splattering in the sink. He turns the facet on quickly, and you make a face.

“You’d rather that go in you?” He asks, free hand pulling off the mask, his eyes searching yours.

You slide off the sink, legs wobbly, your hand shooting out to grab Miguel’s bicep for support. “Maybe.”

His eyes darken and he turns off the faucet. “Yeah? You up for a round two?”

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Miguel TL: @miggyoharaswife, @badbishsblog, @imisshim2much, @wanderlustingcastaway, @lynn-9703, @sleepyamaya, @erensbbg, @sweetea85, @ilovemiguelohara, @natthernandez, @stxrrielle, @ihateuguys, @jenniferdixon05207, @blep-23, @minimari415, @emerald-09, @violet-19999, @kenchosaikuo, @groovycass, @youcantseem3, @lovefks, @nightshxdex, @dusstory, @munsonssecretblog, @kirke-is-my-name, @starbearieee, @chatoicboy, @needsleep3000, @witchy-lizard, @cxmeiloorun7, @justrandomlolidk, @chimpkinnuggies, @alicefallsintotherabbithole, @loser-alert, @wwwellacom, @ryantryan6969, @lollipopin, @youcantseem3, @a-cult-leader, @verexi, @purpleskiesandroses, @they2luv1naia, @sophiaj650, @idolautism, @rheannajrs, @merakiq, @rexs-wife, @sukaretto-n, @twilight-loveer, @f1shb0nez, @callsign-blue, @marcelineormars

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kitthepurplepotato · 8 months

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Week 9 - Awkward.

Summary: Izuku and you try to act normal. It’s not working. Then Melissa Shield appears out of nowhere and everything escalates - for the best of for the worst? See it for yourself.

Warnings: Swear words, a bit of angst at the beginning.

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“You’re overworking yourself.” Your voice is loud in the silence of the night, even though you are half asleep on the sofa; you are dead tired and your hands hurt so much from all the commissions you’ve had to do this week, but you couldn’t take the silent treatment anymore. You stayed up until he came home; it’s 3AM. 3 fucking AM in the fucking morning.

“I…” Deku stills in the hallway, his costume full of blood, his face full of small, untreated scratches. You don’t let him finish the sentence.

“You haven’t eaten at all at home. For a week. If you don’t like my cooking, just tell me.”

“You know that’s not true…” he tries again, but no, you are not finished.

“You left without seeing your recovery team. Again.” Izuku is far away but you can see he’s shaking; he’s in pain, he’s tired, everything is just wrong and you have no idea how to fix this; you know it’s your fault, it’s your stupid feelings that makes him keep the distance, but you can’t fucking fix that, can you? You can’t just tell yourself to stop feeling this way and go back to being nothing but roommates, like you haven’t kissed for an hour on the sofa, content and happy until the realization hit afterwards and things went to shit. “Do you want me to leave? I can. I understand…” You say, but your whole body shakes from the sudden wave of tears pooling in your eyes. Izuku doesn’t say anything, just stares at you with pure horror and you can hear the restraint snapping as he runs through the living room, right into your arms.

He doesn’t say a word, just shakes quietly, small sniffles leaving his mouth as he smears blood all over your pajamas, but you don’t care; not right now, not ever when it comes to Midoriya Izuku.

You stay like this for several minutes, shaking and crying for no reason at all, all the suppressed emotions bubbling up all together. The sky starts to rumble dramatically in the background as the first drops of rain hit the window, spattering aggressively on the glass in a soothing pattern. The sudden wind clears the strong metallic smell of the blood and you should probably close that one open window, but the sound is too nice to muffle it; small droplets of rain fall onto the floor, the soft sound of pattering comforting your troubled soul, just enough to be able to make a sentence.

“Early breakfast or late dinner?” You ask while your fingers untangle the frizzy curls on Izuku’s head.

“Both.” Izuku smiles for the first time this week; you can’t see it but you can feel it on your chest, the tiny movement as his lips quirk up, happy and content in your arms.

“Have a shower then.”

“Yes, boss.” Izuku salutes and he’s gone; the flat is silent again but it’s not the same as it was before; the stuffiness is gone, the air is fresh, and eventually, everything will be alright.

~•🥦•~

Things are weird, but it’s okay.

Being with Izuku feels like a game, a challenge to see who can keep the poker face on for longer, who’s better at ignoring the elephant in the room. It’s the opposite of how things have been; back before the whole kissing thing, it was all about honesty and being yourself around the the other, about the way you two pulled towards each other like two opposite sides of the magnet and you just let it happen, because that’s what felt right, but right now it’s all about staying away, keeping a safe distance, pushing down every single thought of a fleeting touch, about small stolen kisses, faking a weird “normalcy”, even if it feels like the betrayal towards your own selves.

Izuku comes home around 10 every day now. He eats, he smiles, he says “thank you” and goes to sleep then he’s gone the next morning. He goes to see his mom on his next free day then comes back in the evening. He watches a movie with you but he doesn’t cuddle; he just puts his head on the arm rest and lies on the sofa, his legs in your laps, his eyes forced on the movie the whole time; his legs move up and down absently in a desperate attempt to soothe his urge for intimate contact. Izuku made sure there is no romantic plot to the movie either, it’s plain and boring but none of you comment on it; it doesn’t really matter as you are way too focused on the uncomfortable feeling in your chest; it feels like there is a massive gawking hole inside, a missing piece and you have no idea what to do about it.

It’s around 9PM on Izuku’s day off when there’s a knock on the door; it’s light and elegant so it’s definitely not Bakugou; Izuku looks up at you with confused eyes and you shrug; you’re not expecting visitors and by the look of it, neither is Deku. There is a hint of worry in his eyes as he ushers you to stay seated but he schools his face into a neutral one as he makes his way to the door.

He looks at the screen next to the door and perks up; there is a pang of jealousy in you by the sight of his smile but you try to push it down as far as you can.

“Melissa!” Izuku smiles at the “intruder”; a beautiful, blonde lady, around Izuku’s age, maybe a bit older. She doesn’t wait around for long and jumps into the hero’s arms and Deku sways with her for a few moments before he puts the girl down.

Your stomach churns and every single part of you screams; you want to stand up and put your hands on your roommate’s back, stand next to him, let the girl know you and Izuku come as a package deal now, but you push is down. You are so fucking done with pushing shit down. One day, you’ll explode, but for now, you just take it. The blade in your heart stings and there’s blood leaking from the wound but you take it like a champ. Deku looks at you for a second and he sees something in your eyes; his own eyes change into that dark color they always do when he sees you with a stranger and fuck, the world stopped moving again; it’s just you and him, trying to convey everything with a fleeting look; his eyes scream “I want this to be you” as Melissa cuddles into his side, giggling and chatting away about her long journey while you two to do something that could be called “eye fucking” if this stupid fanfiction wouldn’t be so PG. Melissa senses the weird vibe and looks towards you; he jumps away from her green friend and starts rambling about bad timing but Izuku puts his hands on her shoulders to calm her down.

“Mel, this is Y/N.” Izuku smiles and ushers you to come over. You are terrified of this pretty lady. She’s too cute to be true.

“Oh my god, so nice to meet you! Izuku can’t shut up about you, it feels like I already know you! How’s your hand?”

Oh my God, she’s adorable. And sweet. And nice. And kind. And… she has nice boobies. They bounce in between you two as she hugs you tight. Wow. Just wow.

“What? My hand?” You mumble awkwardly; you have no idea what she’s talking about.

“Izuku said you draw a lot and that sometimes you start touching your wrist subconsciously, when you overwork yourself, that’s all!” Melissa smiles and Izuku blushes immediately.

“Yeah, it hurts a bit, but it’s fine. I just need to let it rest for a few days before I start working on commissions again.” You smile awkwardly, your hands automatically caressing your own wrists, but it’s more like an anxious tick right now than a way to soothe the pain. Deku senses your awkwardness and decides to speak up.

“Melissa is from I-Island, she’s the daughter of All Might’s best friend and ex-colleague. His father made All Might’s first proper costume. Melissa is also an amazing gear designer, she’s the one who made my full gauntlet. She’s also quirkless.” Deku smiles, patting the girl’s shoulders proudly. You give the girl a sad smile.

“Wow, you’ve achieved so much even though you are quirkless, I respect that.”

It’s true; to be quirkless and achieve anything in the hero field is almost impossible; even the support course if full of people with suitable quirks for their career, and the same goes for the business and general classes; fuck, even art classes are full with people with artistic quirks or quirks that can create. When you are quirkless there is always someone better than you; most people just give up on their dreams, go with the flow and hope there is a stupid convenience store or an office that still allows quirkless applicants.

“With my father being in the business I don’t really feel like I achieved as much as it looks like, Y/N. I’m just lucky.” She smiles shyly, somehow sensing your discomfort.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Mel. Your works are amazing, you have so much talent and I can’t wait to see your collab with Hatsume Mei! You two will definitely make something amazing!”

Ahh. That hurts.

“Izuku-kun, shush…”

“Uhm, I think I’m gonna hit the bed, you two have fun.” You try your best to smile, feeling unimportant and worthless. Fuck, what were you even thinking when you fell in love with Japan’s number one hero? You don’t have a job, you leech off him to save on rent and draw stupid comics for pocket money.

“Y/N, it’s half past nine.”

Back to normal names now? Great. Peachy.

“Uhm, actually…” Melissa speaks up and you can feel how awkward she feels right now; you start to feel really bad for her, this is a terrible timing to visit this flat. “I don’t really have a place to stay tonight. Can I crash on your sofa? Mei and I rented an apartment together in the city, but it’s on Mei’s name and her flight was canceled…”

“Oh, I’ll sleep on the sofa, you can sleep… uhm… fuck…?” Deku mumbles and you can’t help but laugh at that.

Okay, here’s something you’ve never talked about; Midoriya Izuku doesn’t let anyone into his room. At all. You’ve been living here for more than two months now and you haven’t even been inside yet; his door is closed when he’s not around, and he’s never asked you if you want to come in. He doesn’t have anything creepy in there; sometimes, when he’s at home he leaves the door open and it really looks like a normal room but somehow, you still feel like there is something about his room he wants to keep for himself and now that he’s stopped in the middle of his sentence, eyes wide as saucers you are certainly sure he thinks about his room as a safe place; his own, untouched wonderland waiting for him after a hard day of work, something that’s his and only his and he wants to keep it that way even if it makes the whole situation awkward as hell right now.

“Just use my room, Melissa. I’ll go and finish a commission in the garden. Tell me when you guys are ready to sleep and I’ll take the sofa. I kinda feel like drawing.”

Well, that’s a big fat lie, but drawing might help getting over your sudden anxiety and to be honest, you really don’t feel like you would get a wink of sleep anyway so you might as well just do an all-nighter and finish a bunch of projects. Izuku doesn’t like this option at all, so he barely lets you finish your sentence before he interrupts .

“But you just said your wrist hurts…” Melissa mumbles but Izuku jumps into her sentence.

“Y-you can sleep in my room, Sweet Pea. You… can. Just don’t touch the bookshelf in the middle. Please. I beg you.”

“That sounds hella sus, mate.” Melissa giggles.

“It’s n-nothing creepy I swear!” Izuku stutters again, his arms flying around his body in the funniest way possible.

“I know, Mr. Walking Green Flag. Someone has a secret Tumblr full of gay fanfictions, someone has a secret room full of creepy nerd shit. We all have secrets.” Melissa winks at you and bro, she couldn’t be more right. You feel personally attacked.

“Who said anything about a secret room?!” Izuku makes a really high pitched noise that makes All Meowth so agitated he starts running back and forth on the hallway. You both start laughing at Izuku’s startled face and all the tension is gone from the room; even though you still feel a pang of jealousy towards the beautiful blonde girl, she sounds like a really cool gal you really want to be friends with. You might even be able to exchange your fanfiction links by the end of tonight.

“Anyone up to play Mario Kart?” You grin at the two, all your worries long forgotten in the heat of the moment. It was stupid anyway. Melissa is great.

“You’re staying?” Izuku looks at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes. You love this man. So much.

“Yeah, I’m staying.” You smile, your cheeks rocking a tiny blush from the knowing look Melissa gives you.

“I’ll destroy you two. I hope you are ready to get your asses kicked.” Melissa yells and…

You do get your ass kicked a few minutes after that.

~•🥦•~

Mario Kart is fun; Izuku doesn’t sit too far away this time, he sits right in the middle and you both sit down on the two sides; you try to sit a bit further away out of habit; sadly, it did become a habit in this week and you hate it so much; but Izuku scoots closer to you, just as the first game starts. Your heart flutters and you feel like it’s the first time he’s ever been this close to you; it’s really silly to feel this way after knowing how his mouth tastes, but you can’t help it.

Melissa wins the first round and the second and the third, Izu makes a soft whine and begs for mercy but Mel wins again and again. There is one point when you are so close to winning, you race with her side by side while Izuku’s car falls out of the screen; you almost win but then Izuku puts his hands on your thighs to cheer you on, and the warmth of his palm is so distracting you slip on a silly little banana peel right by the finish line. Izuku makes a defeated whine and throws himself back on the sofa, his head leaning on your shoulders as he laughs. The world has stopped again, the only thing audible is the adorable giggling from the red faced hero. His eyes shine with pure happiness and for a second, everything is back to normal, just you and Izuku filling up the space in the living room with fondness and adoration, pinks, greens and reds swirling around the room like little strings, tangled and happy to be able to dance again, to turn the grey world into one full of colors. The feelings doesn’t last very long; Izuku gives you one last smile and slowly moves away; Melissa stands up awkwardly and leaves to your room, leaving you two alone in the darkness, the only light in the room coming from the TV, swirls of rainbow colored roads filling up the screen but it’s nothing compared the colors which swirled around just a seconds ago; instead of the earlier swarm of butterflies it fills you with the sense of reality, dark and dreadful and you now you need to leave before it all spills out, together with all the tears you’ve been suppressing for days now.

“You sure you don’t want to stay in your room? You are working tomorrow, I’m just… here. Doing nothing. I can do that with a bit of back pain.” You smile sadly. Izuku’s face contorts into a frown and a hit of anger sips through his cool facade.

“Don’t say that about yourself.” Izuku retorts angrily. “You are an artist. You make art. You take care of this flat. You take care of me even when I’m being an ungrateful little prick. You tend my wounds and force me to eat.”

“Okay, I get it, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t.” Izuku jumps into your words. “My nightmares used to be about me and my friends being beaten up to pulp. Now my nightmares are about an empty flat where you don’t wait for me to come home. And fuck, I would do anything to have nightmares about battles, blood and villains, because they are so much better than a world without you.”

The suppressed tears roll down your face all at once; even the thought of loosing him makes you want to claw your own heart out and throw it in a ditch and you start to understand why is Izuku acting this way; a life full of suffering is so much better than a life without him by your side.

Romance is a fickle thing and can go wrong any time; a small mistake, the wrong words at the wrong time can break the fragile glass wall around you but nothing can break a bond of companionship; Izuku’s not pushing you away, he’s just trying to save your relationship while breaking his own fucking heart together with your own and somehow, it makes sense now.

“Good night, Izu-Izu.” You smile through the tears and make your way towards Izuku’s room. The door clicks softly after you and you turn on the lights. Everything in this room screams of Izuku; the All Might posters framed on the wall, all signed with small motivational quotes on every single one them, the beautiful shelves full of figurines; two for All Might and three for all his friends; the whole class A is there, even Mineta.

The walls are a beautiful dark green color except the one brick wall behind the head of the bed. There are bunch of Polaroids hanging from the brick wall, all attached to a beautiful string of fairly lights, just like in the living room, but the pictures are much more personal; there is a picture of Izuku in the hospital, smiling, even though all his limbs are in casts, then another one of Katsuki, who’s covered in bandages like a mummy; he’s not even able to breath without a tube; and there is Izuku by his side, his hands grasping the other’s in his sleep. Izuku’s head is resting on their entwined fingers while he sits in the little plastic chair in the most uncomfortable position possible. There is a scribble underneath the picture;

“If we’ve made it this far, there is nothing we can’t achieve.”

There is an old picture of the squad, sitting around the fire, smiling.

“Together, we are stronger.”

And then there’s All Might, skinny and fragile, with a happy smile on his face as he looks at the teen version of Izuku by his side.

The note says:

“I thought I’ll never know how does it feel like to have a dad, but then I realized I’ve always had one.”

Tears fall down on your cheeks as you go through the memories and for your surprise, there is a picture of you, sleeping on the sofa with All Meowth. The note says:

“Home.”

You had no idea he took this picture of you; you didn’t even know he actually owns that camera himself; you thought the pictures in the living room were made by one of his friends; but there is a green polaroid camera sitting on his bookshelf, cute and bright, small little stickers all over the case.

On Izuku’s bedside table there is a beautiful golden statue of All Might with a little tag hanging from his neck; you flip the little tag and there is a message on it.

“To the son I never had. From Toshi.”

You are not surprised he’s never let anyone step into this room except Katsuki; one step into this place and you are inside Izuku’s brain, his whole life story written all over the walls and shelves. This room is another level of personal and you can’t believe you are allowed in here. After a few minutes of crying you move towards the bookshelf; you don’t touch the one in middle as per Izuku’s instructions but you can’t help but move towards the little pile of mess on the side; there is a picture frame turned to the other side and a bunch of little notes scattered all over the place; you take one in your hands and your heart soars; all of the notes are from you.

“No one cares about All Might’s back muscle, stop judging my work so harshly, Midoriya! ><“

Ahh, you can’t help but laugh at the note; it feels like it was ten years ago when Izuku left silly notes on every single one of your drawings. It was fun for the first few days but then it just made you angry. You also giggle at the fact, that you called him Midoriya; you don’t remember the last time you did that.

“Stop changing the settings on All Meowth’s feeder! He’s on a diet!!!! Silly Deku >.<“ !!!”

Yeah, you gave up on that for now. Apparently, Izuku likes his animals “fluffy.”

“I found a blonde hair on your costume, are you cheating on me, Izu-Izu?”

Spoiler: it was Kacchan’s.

“Pizza in the oven! Just press the left button and leave it on for 5 mins to re-heat it. I miss u.”

“Bloody costume goes into the black bin, Izuku! It’s not rocket science!”

Oh my god, you are crying and laughing all at once right now. He kept every single one of your notes, even the mean ones. They are all here, scattered all over the shelf, like it’s not even worth it to put them into a neat pile because he goes through them so frequently; the edges are frazzled and they all look old and wrinkled, like he’s been reading them every day for at least a month. You put the last note down and move towards the picture frame to face it towards you; on the back, there is a sticky note attached to it.

“If love is a picture, it’s this one. Just let it bloom, will ya? - Eijirou”.

You are terrified to turn the frame over but you take a deep breath and do it; it’s a picture of you in Deku’s old costume, snuggled into his side in the backstage area of the convention. Izuku looks at you with teary eyes, a small smile decorating his blushed face as he looks down at you. His arm is around your shoulders and his fingers are playing with the green fake hair attached your scalp.

And that’s when it hits you…

You can’t fucking force this to go away. It will never work. Not for you and not for him.

The love that blooms between you two is indestructible; even if you make a mistake, even if you fall apart, you two are bonded by a bond stronger than any fucking villain, shit, it’s stronger than death itself and it won’t ever change, romantic feelings or not. Even if it ends bad, even if it tears you apart on the long run, you know you’ll stay by his side and he’ll welcome you with open arms, as a friend as a lover, or as a long-lost ex, it doesn’t fucking matter.

“Fuck it.” You yell into the emptiness right as the time changes to 0:00. You stomp out of Izuku’s room to grab that stupid motherfucker by the collar and drag him into his motherfucking bed.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- I’m so sorry to do this to you guys! I’m a mean little potato; but trust me, it will worth the wait! The next chapter is so bloody cute I can’t 😂

- The first season ends next week! I want to cry 😭😭😭 After the first season is finished there will be a one week break so I can get my shit together and then we are back with Deku’s silly shenanigans!

- A more personal note: this week was hell for me, guys. I haven’t written anything except a Midoriya POV of this story which will be the first chapter of season one. First I had Covid then I had a really shitty time getting out of it; I have a really bad immune system + heart issues and bro, I genuinely thought I’m not gonna make it. It gave me terrible anxiety as well because I lost my father a year ago thanks to heart issues, so man… I need a fucking break so much right now. It took me a week and a half to not sleep through the whole day and I had to go to work after a few days so I ended up working 7-4 and sleep for the rest of the day. I can’t believe I managed to keep my fanfiction timetable to stay on time 😂 Priorities, man 😂😂😂

- On a more positive note: I started playing this My Hero Academia mobile game and I’m obsessed. That’s the other reason I’m behind with my writing 😂😂 not even gonna lie, man. It’s called MHA Strongest hero! If you play the game, my name is PurplePotato and I suck balls. 😂

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summary: he was wearing a Darth Vader costume at Comic Con. you were wearing a Padmé Amidala one. can I make it any more obvious? you were both nerds. what more can I say? pairing: seonghwa x reader genre: fluff with a sprinkle of angst; strangers to friends to lovers warnings: bullying, harassment, swearing, nerdy stuff, overthinking, insecurities, confession, kissing, hugging, fear of losing someone, protective™️ hwa, mentions of past suicidal thoughts/possible self-harm, rat hongjoong but he means well, loyal puppy yunho, some violence/punching, lying/secrets author's note: honestly hwa is the best boyfie ever i just thought it'd be kinda boring if there was no ~drama~ word count: 5.8k

It was your first Comic Con and you were pretty excited. You worked so hard for almost two years so that you could afford the tickets, as well as your Padmé Amidala costume. You were going alone but you hoped that you'd make new friends who were into the same stuff as you. You had been looking forward to this event pretty much all your life. However, the harsh reality didn't match your expectations. For starters, it was so crowded that you could barely make your way. You attended a couple of panels, bought a bunch of overpriced merch but after a while, you were beginning to feel exhausted. Everyone seemed to have come with friends and you felt like an outsider. And then, to top it off, you had the following negative experience:

"Oh my God, look at that uglyass Padmé costume," you heard an annoying male voice. "Can you believe this shit?"

"Yeah, like, who even likes the prequels?" another asshole responded.

"Stupid women, that's who," the first voice said and the the two laughed in a disgusting way.

Ugh. It felt like middle school all over again. There was no escape from bullies. You rolled your eyes and tried to get out of here so that you wouldn't have to put up with hearing such comments. But just then, one of the guys spilled red juice all over your costume!

"Oops, my bad," he snickered loudly.

"Well, it's not a huge loss. The costume was shit anyway," the other guy cackled demonically.

All the traumatic memories from your past came crashing down on you. You rushed towards the bathrooms, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. Fucking jerks. Why couldn't they just mind their own business? Why did they have to ruin your day and the costume you'd spent so much money on? You wished you were brave enough to stand up for yourself but after all these years, you were still just a little girl, terrified of getting picked on.

You tried to clean up the red spot to the best of your abilities so that it wouldn't stain but it proved quite difficult with the low quality soap available in the Comic Con bathrooms. As if that wasn't enough, your vision was so blurry due to the tears. Eventually, you gave up and decided to get out of here. Maybe, you weren't meant for such huge events. You should have stayed at home, watching Star Wars cuddled up under a blanket. As you left the bathrooms, you bumped into someone wearing a terrifyingly realistic Darth Vader costume. Can this day get any better?

"S-sorry," you murmured awkwardly and were about to take your leave when "Darth Vader" spoke:

"Not to sound like a creep but I overheard what happened out there and I just wanted to say these assholes are an embarrassment to our fandom."

"Agreed," you nodded.

"And for the record, your costume looks incredible!"

"Um, thanks. Yours is…insane. Like you came out from the movies," you smiled nervously.

"Don't cry, beautiful. They're not worth it," he reassured you and caught a single tear from falling with a gloved hand. Damn, he had game and you felt your heart fluttering.

If a couple of days ago someone had told you that Darth Vader would be comforting you outside of a public bathroom at Comic Con, you wouldn't have believed them.

"Do you want me to beat the shit out of them for you?" he asked.

Because you couldn't see his facial expressions that were hidden behind the mask, you couldn't tell if he was joking.

"Nah, honestly, I think I'll just head home," you sniffled.

"What? No way, don't let them ruin your time here. I promise, you can have a lot of fun if you ignore people like that."

"Really?" you blinked hopefully.

"Come on," he grabbed your hand and soon enough, you were back inside the venue. "Darth Vader" seemed to be a social butterfly and he not only insisted on taking tons of pictures with you but also introduced you to his friends, one of them was wearing a Chewbacca suit and the other had dressed up as Luke Skywalker. You took photos in pairs and together as a group, went to a few more panels and had a jolly good time. At one point you thought you saw the two assholes from earlier from afar and you could swear their eyes looked a little swollen but then again, you hadn't brought your glasses and it might as well have been your wishful thinking.

As the event was coming to an end, you were pleasantly surprised by how many positive memories you'd accumulated that made up for that one shitty experience. Suddenly, "Darth Vader" asked you:

"Do you want to grab a drink or something?"

"Oh, yeah, sure!" you smiled enthusiastically. Even though you still didn't know his name, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy and you were excited to spend some more time together.

"Great! Let me just get out of my suit 'cause I'm overheating and drinking anything with this mask on does not sound like a fun idea."

"Haha, I don't envy you," you replied. You couldn't imagine carrying such a heavy suit all day long. You told him you'd wait for him outside of the bathrooms. As you were looking through some of the photos you took on your phone, you caught yourself smiling a little too wide. You put the device back into your bag.

Then, out of nowhere, the most visually stunning guy you'd ever seen came out of the bathrooms. And he was staring directly at you! What the fuck? You blinked in shock as you saw him walk towards you.

"Um…I guess it's high time I introduced myself properly. Hi, my name's Seonghwa," he said in a vaguely familiar voice.

"Huh?" you whispered in a daze as you took his hand. "I'm Y/N…"

"Darth Vader?" he chuckled nervously, trying to remind you. "We literally spent the whole day together?"

"Eh?!"

"Did you hit your head or something?" Seonghwa joked. "Is it that shocking to see me without the mask?"

"Sorry, it's just…" you tried to snap out of it. "You're too pretty."

"And that comes as a surprise, because…?"

"I guess I sorta expected that you were some middle-aged nerd who doesn't shower."

"Ouch," he laughed. "I don't blame you, though. At events like Comic Con, I've had my fair share of encounters with non-showering nerds."

"I rest my case," you shook your head in amusement.

"Still up for drinks?"

"Are you kidding? Good luck trying to get rid of me," you teased.

Seonghwa ordered a cup of tea and you wanted a cappuccino. Then, the two of you sat down at a place nearby.

"Soo, what interests do you have? Other than Star Wars?" Seonghwa asked.

"Gosh, there are too many," you giggled. "I used to be really into Marvel and DC but haven't seen some of the recent movies that came out. I feel more drawn to the TV shows as there is more time to develop the psychology of the characters."

"Ooh, I totally get what you mean," he nodded. "Though I love a good action scene, sometimes it gets too much, you know?"

"Right? Like I'm sorry for wanting depth and meaningful background stories."

"Mhm, you said it so well," Seonghwa replied and took a sip from his cup.

"What about you? What other things do you like?"

"I adore Disney movies," he confessed shyly, blush creeping up on his cheeks.

"Ahh, that's lovely! Me too," you beamed with excitement.

"You don't think it's kinda embarrassing? I've been made fun of for my Maximus costume at an event."

"Ugh, assholes like that should be banned from Comic Con!" you got angry on his behalf, as you had experienced getting bullied too many times. "Why can't people just let others enjoy stuff? If you don't like someone's costume, would it kill you to shut up?"

"You're so right! Speaking of costumes, we should exchange social media so we can send each other pictures from today."

"Yess, that'd be great," you typed in your Instagram on Seonghwa's phone and soon enough, the two of you started spamming one another with all the fun memories you'd made.

You didn't realize how much time passed as you two shared more about your interests. Seonghwa even insisted on travelling with you to your literal doorstep, as it had gotten dark out, which was incredibly sweet of him.

"I'm so glad we met," he admitted. "Like, obviously I'm not happy you had to listen to these dicks but uhm, I'm glad I approached you."

"Me too, Seonghwa," you smiled.

"We should watch a movie sometime. Or go shopping for cute merch. Or…whatever you like."

"I'd like all of that," you admitted. "Good night, Hwa."

"Good night, Y/N."

As the days went by, you realized how much in common you had with Seonghwa. It went beyond the initial Star Wars connection, you both loved Sanrio a lot and playing Animal Crossing together was one of your favourite activities. Cooking and cleaning side by side was both practical and therapeutic. Even when you went shopping, you were amazed by your similar tastes. In short, you were completely whipped for him. However, you were reluctant about confessing your crush. It had been a while since you made such a wonderful friend and you were terrified of losing him. You loved spending time with him and you would absolutely hate yourself if you did something to scare him away. Realistically, you knew that Seonghwa wasn't that easily spooked and you were probably just stuck in your head, overthinking it and coming up with the worst possible scenario. A part of you kept telling you that when (not if, because you thought there was no way he liked you back) he rejected you, he would still make sure you stayed friends. But still, you didn't want to make him uncomfortable. It felt so lovely as it was and you couldn't bear the thought of ruining it.

"What's wrong? You've got your thinking face on." Seonghwa asked, as he was looking through the cute Sanrio keychains exposed at the store.

"My what?" you blinked in confusion.

"Your thinking face. When something is bothering you, you kinda space out and scrunch up your eyebrows. It's cute but I can't help but worry."

Damnit. You were amazed by how attentive he was to the smallest of details. Also, what was that about it being cute? Did he mean cute in a friend way or…

"You're overthinking your answer again," Seonghwa called you out. "Come on, just tell me. I'm your friend, no?"

"That's exactly the problem."

"Me being your friend?" Seonghwa was perplexed. "Would it make it easier for you to share your concerns if I were a foe?"

"I guess…" you frowned.

"Come on. I've got an idea," Seonghwa hurriedly paid for two matching Kuromi and My Melody keychains, grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the store.

"Where are we going?" you laughed at his spontaneity.

"You'll see," he responded cryptically.

A while later, you ended up in his apartment.

"Wait here," Seonghwa pointed at the couch and you sat down hesitantly. What was he planning?

He took longer than expected but finally, he returned. Or rather…Darth Vader returned. Wait, what?!

"Hi," Seonghwa mumbled.

You couldn't take it seriously and burst into laughter.

"It's not funny, I'm trying to help you!" he insisted.

"What do you mean?"

"You said you can't tell me what's troubling you because I'm your friend."

"Seonghwa…"

"I'm not Seonghwa, it's Darth Vader now, a totally unfriendly figure. So, spill."

You gulped nervously. Oh, fuck it.

"Well, Darth Vader, the thing is I have a crush on a friend. But I don't wanna mess things up 'cause he probably doesn't feel the same way. And he's really important to me. The thought of losing him scares me."

"I'm the scariest thing in the galaxy! No, I am your father!" Seonghwa/Darth Vader said, which made you laugh again.

"I'm serious!" you responded after you managed to subdue your giggles, hopeful for some sort of advice.

"What if your friend feels the same way?" he suggested calmly.

"That's unlikely."

"What's your friend's name?"

"I can't…"

"Say it. Or I can't help you."

"Seonghwa."

"Yes, sweetheart?" he replied, breaking character.

"No, the friend I have a crush on…is you."

"Darth Vader" took off his mask and you were once again greeted by Seonghwa's friendly and unbelievably beautiful face.

"Are you serious?"

"You have a crush on me, Seonghwa, not Darth Vader, the character?" he wanted to make sure just in case.

"I mean…both but mostly you, Seonghwa," you chuckled.

"Mostly, huh? I guess I'll have to work harder to make it only me," he said, pressed his palm against your cheek and leaned down a bit. "May I kiss you?"

"You w-want to k-kiss me?" you were stunned by what was happening. Did he perhaps like you back?!

"I'd like that very much but only if you want it too."

"Shut up and kiss me," you said and wrapped your arms around his neck as Seonghwa closed the distance between you two. His lips were ridiculously soft and tasted like cherries. Lip balm? God, he was so cute and sexy you were going to lose your mind. After you were done kissing for the time being, you decided to discuss what this meant for you.

"So…you like me back?" you asked, feeling shy all of a sudden.

"I'm not in the habit of kissing people I don't like," Seonghwa joked.

You nudged his shoulder.

"You know what I meant."

"I do like you back, yes," he confirmed verbally.

"Can…I be your girlfriend or something?" you blurted out while hiding your face in embarrassment.

"As long as I can be your boyfriend. Or something. Gosh, why are you so adorable?" Seonghwa pulled you into a hug, making you feel all warm and fuzzy.

"Nope, you are!" you insisted and squeezed him back. "I can't believe you pulled the Darth Vader costume to get me to confess. Such a nerd."

"But it worked, didn't it? And also, you're no different. Thirdly, you fell for this nerd!" Seonghwa kept teasing you relentlessly.

"Fine, fine, I get it. We're both silly little nerds."

"And that's what makes us perfect for each other."

"I couldn't agree more."

You were over the moon while dating Seonghwa. You did everything together. When you received a surprising text from him, it was one of your happiest moments:

Hwanakin: I may have a surprise 👀

You: Oh? ��

Hwanakin: I spent A LOT of money on something I've wanted for a while but I think it's worth it

You: Tell me tell me tell me!

Hwanakin: image attachment

You: No way, you're actually insane, this is sooo cool

Hwanakin: 🙈🙈🙈

You: SO happy for you omg

Hwanakin: I was wondering if you wanna build it with me? I know you once mentioned you'd like to give Legos a try but you haven't bought any since they're kinda pricey so I thought you might wanna come over and work on it together?

You were too overjoyed by the offer to immediately respond that you just squealed and needed to jump around in your room a little. Then, your phone tinged with another notification from the sweetest boyfriend in the galaxy. No, scratch that. In the UNIVERSE.

Hwanakin: It's okay if that's not your thing, I just thought I'd ask you…

You: ARE YOU KIDDING? OF COURSE I'D LOVE TO!!! I AM SUPER THRILLED AAAAAAAA

You: Sorry for screaming I'm just so excited rn

Hwanakin: Haha it's alright, I'm so glad you'd like to share this awesome experience with me!

You: I'm even more glad! Gladder? What is English? Um anyway thank you for offering, I'm beyond touched and honoured and just…Ahhh!!!

Hwanakin: Hey, no need to thank me, you're my girlfriend, it goes without saying that I wanna do stuff with you

Fuck, you would never grow tired of hearing those two words.

Seonghwa's birthday was approaching and you were panicking. During the couple of months you'd been together, he'd been the most amazing ever. He would give you so much and not just in the material sense. Though you were a sucker for Lego flowers and adorable Sanrio keychains and your favourite chocolates, he was also giving you so much of his free time, his affection, his kind words and his delicious meals. You were literally in love with him already but you didn't want to rush into saying it to him out of fear you'd scare him away. Like in the situation with confessing your crush on him, you had this irrational fear that your love was somehow capable of driving him away.

Nevertheless, you wanted to do something really special and thoughtful for his birthday. You didn't think it was right to just buy anything, you had to make something. Which was how you ended up on the crocheting side of YouTube. You'd tried it a couple of years ago but you were far too impatient to stick to it. However, if it was for Seonghwa, you felt like you had enough determination. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, tons of hours and a lot of screaming on your side, you had done it. You managed to crochet a somewhat decent Grogu/Baby Yoda. So adorable. You were quite proud of your accomplishment and genuinely hoped that Seonghwa would like it. Then, you a made a handwritten card, drawing your own doodles and pouring your entire heart out. Finally, the night before his birthday, you baked some strawberry tarts. Everything had to be perfect for your perfect boy.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Seonghwa, happy birthday to you," you sang to him gently.

"Thank you, my sweetheart!" he responded softly. "You didn't have to do anything, your presence itself is enough of a present."

"Aww, stop it, you smooth-talker!" you waved him off and gave him the bag full of surprises. "Don't get your hopes up, it's nothing fancy."

"It doesn't have to be. You could give me a sock and I'd be happy."

"Miss Y/N has given Seonghwa a sock! Seonghwa is free!" you joked, making him blush and shake his head.

Finally, he opened up the present. As expected, the crocheted Grogu caught his attention first.

"Oh my goodness, sooo adorable!" he clutched the green creature to his heart. "Did you make this?"

"I tried my best, yeah," you giggled shyly.

"You're literally incredible, thank you so much!"

Then, he saw the strawberry tarts you'd made and insisted on trying them right away.

"What do you think?"

"Super yummy, love them!" Seonghwa said.

"Yay, that's a relief!" you smiled.

Finally, he found the handwritten card, which read, as follows:

Dear Seonghwa, The day that I met you was a day I'd been looking forward to quite a bit. It was my first Comic Con and I was extremely excited about it. However, a couple of seconds and two assholes were threatening to ruin that special day for me. It brought back so many negative memories and I was ready to go home and cry myself to sleep. Until you showed up and made what could have been the worst day of my life into one of the best. (The best day being the day I became your girlfriend. No, actually, every day I spend with you is the best. Forgive me for being corny.) My point is that your presence has healing powers. Your kind heart is one of my favourite things about you. Your precious smile makes me absolutely mad. Also, you are incredibly funny and smart. How you pulled that stunt off in a Darth Vader costume in order to make me confess is still super iconic of you. And don't get me started on how handsome you are. It should be illegal at this point! Happy Birthday, my darling star! May this day be one of your best days! Yours in earnest, Y/N

Seonghwa closed the card, his eyes watering in emotion.

"Come here," he said and pulled you into a hug. "It truly is one of my best days. And you are the best thing that's ever been mine."

"Did you just pull a Taylor Swift on me?" you chuckled.

"Maybe," he smirked. "But seriously, you gotta tell me all about those negative memories. Give me names and addresses of whoever hurt you, I just wanna talk."

"Hey, it's your birthday! I don't wanna ruin it with all this shit from the past…"

"You wouldn't be ruining anything. Besides, you said it yourself. It's my birthday and I really wanna talk about it. As long as you feel ready, of course, no pressure."

"Thanks, I appreciate that," you smiled at him. "Well, if you insist…Long story short, I used to get bullied in middle school. At first they were just teasing me for being a nerd and having high grades. But then I would start to hear all sorts of comments about my outfits, my hair, or my body. There was even online hate about me. It got really bad at one point, I didn't want to live anymore and did some stupid harmful shit to myself... When I went to high school, it was different. I made some amazing friends and everyone was more mature. However, some of these things I went through still stayed with me. And that day at Comic Con, that one short encounter was enough to send me spiraling. It unlocked so much unresolved trauma, I guess. If it hadn't been for you…I don't know."

Seonghwa pulled you closer and started doodling cute little figures on your wrists.

"You drew stars around my scars," you whispered.

"Did you just pull a Taylor Swift on me?" he repeated your words from earlier.

"Maybe," you chuckled.

"You know, I'm not one to believe in stuff like destiny or whatever. But as harsh as that sounds, I feel like all these terrible stuff you went through brought you to me. Does that make sense?"

"It's not harsh, I like it very much," you insisted. "I would go through them all over again if it meant finding my way back to you."

"Lucky for you, you don't have to. If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, no force in the universe can stop me from making their lives miserable."

You liked how protective he was over you. But sometimes, it scared you…

Seonghwa had invited you to play Dungeons and Dragons with him and his friends Hongjoong (who had dressed up as Luke Skywalker at Comic Con) and Yunho (who had a Chewbacca costume). You'd hung out with them a couple of times and you had grown fond of them and were happy about how quickly they'd accepted you into their friend group. You had been dating Seonghwa for a while and you had a key to his apartment so you let yourself in. He texted you that he'd come soon and just as you were about to greet Hongjoong and Yunho who were already there, you accidentally overheard their conversation:

"We have to tell her, man," Hongjoong insisted. They were in the kitchen, speaking more loudly than usual, as they thought they were alone.

"I think it's better if we managed to convince Seonghwa to tell her himself," Yunho argued.

"What if she stumbles upon the video? It's freaking viral already," Hongjoong explained. "It's better if she heard it from us than finding it on her own and jumping to conclusions."

"But Seonghwa is our friend, he'd feel so betrayed if we ratted him out like this," Yunho replied.

"She's our friend, too," Hongjoong sighed. "I say we tell her."

"Tell me what?" you finally entered the kitchen, making your presence known.

Yunho shook his head, still not on board, but Hongjoong had made up his mind and showed you the viral video in question. It was titled "Darth Vader punches bullies at Comic Con" and in it was exactly what the title suggested. It was pretty shocking to witness.

"Is this Hwa?" you gasped in horror.

Hongjoong nodded sadly. Suddenly, it all made sense. You'd thought it was your imagination when you saw the bullies' swollen and red eyes from afar, but nope, it was actually 'cause your boyfriend had physically assaulted them. You cursed yourself for forgetting your glasses. You felt so betrayed. The day that you considered to be one of your happiest days was marred with so much violence and Seonghwa was keeping such a big thing a secret from you…

"They're not gonna press charges against Seonghwa, if that's what you're worried about," Yunho tried to reassure you.

"I'm not worried about that, I'm upset he didn't tell me about it," you cried out.

"That's not the only thing he didn't tell you about," Hongjoong mumbled under his nose.

"Hongjoong!" Yunho exclaimed, reprimanding his friend for spilling all the tea.

"She has the right to know!" Hongjoong shouted.

"And it's better if she has this conversation with Seonghwa instead of us."

"Just tell me everything, I don't think I can face him right now," you said.

"Seonghwa used some strings to ban the assholes who bullied you from Comic Con," Hongjoong the truth There have been previous cases of them harassing women and Seonghwa managed to get to the bottom of it and make sure they get exposed and punished."

"What? That doesn't make any sense, he didn't even know me back then," you tried to rationalize this strange situation. "Why would he go to such lengths?"

"Except he did know you. Do you remember having an online friend named Scarlett?"

"I do. She stopped texting me back at some point. Wait, where did you hear Scarlett's name? I've never even told Hwa about her."

"Think about it, Y/N. How could I possibly know?" Hongjoong sighed sadly.

"No," you couldn't believe it. "Don't tell me Seonghwa is Scarlett?"

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of such news," Hongjoong confirmed.

It all made sense now. "Scarlett" had stopped messaging you right after you'd met Seonghwa at Comic Con. You had sent "her" selfies of yourself, which explained how Hwa recognized you. You had told "her" you'd attend the event so it was quite possible that he went out of his way to meet you…God, you felt sick.

"Great job, Hongjoong, Seonghwa will totally kill us now," Yunho was beginning to panic.

"I'd like to see him try," Hongjoong shook his head. "Don't misunderstand, Y/N. It's not like he stalked you or anything. I'm sure he just really wanted to meet you in real life and he must have thought that Comic Con was a good place to start. He didn't expect all this drama with the bullies to get in the way."

"He still lied to me, Hongjoong! For months! Tell him some emergency came up. I can't talk to him right now."

"Tell him yourself," Yunho suggested nervously.

You paled in shock as you turned around and faced Seonghwa. Just like how you'd overheard Hongjoong and Yunho's conversation, Seonghwa had heard what you'd just said.

"I have to go," you murmured and rushed towars the door.

Seonghwa grabbed your wrist and tried to stop you from leaving.

"Sweetheart, wait, let me explain."

"I need to be alone," you tried to express your boundaries.

"I'm still the same person you care about," he kept trying.

"Which person would that be? Darth Vader? Scarlett? I don't even know who you are anymore, Seonghwa. If that is your real name."

"Of course it's my real name. Please, I want to tell you my side of the story."

"And I want to be alone."

"You're not breaking up with me?" he asked, his big eyes moist with emotion.

"I'm not. I just need some time to think. If you ever cared about me just a little, you'll let go of me."

And he finally did as you asked. But as you walked out of the door and felt your heart shattering into a million pieces, some part of you wished he hadn't…

Three weeks passed since this painful moment. Even though you had told him it wasn't a break-up, it sure felt like one. He would send you messages but you wouldn't reply to them. Just like "Scarlett" had stopped responding. But it hurt so much. You were doing the same old things but without him, everything seemed bleak and meaningless. Yes, he'd lied to you, but you hated to imagine a universe in which you'd never met.

This weekend you impulsively decided to go to an event where nerds could gatter, dress up and have fun in the hopes that it'd make you feel better. It was on a smaller scale than Comic Con but you still figured it was a better idea than staying at home, crying your eyes out and eating too much ice cream. You had dressed up as Catwoman and despite the recent misfortunes, you were feeling pretty damn good about yourself. Until you saw these assholes from Comic Con again. Right, they had been banned to it but could still attend other events. And you saw them harassing another woman!

"Come on, don't be such a prude, give us your number."

"I don't want to…" she replied meekly.

"She said no, fuckers!" you didn't know what demon possessed you to do that. The you from before couldn't even stand up for yourself but now you couldn't imagine watching someone else being in such an awful situation and not doing anything.

The two bullies turned around.

"Remember me?" you asked confidently. "I'm the reason your sorry asses can't set foot in Comic Con till the rest of your miserable lives."

Recognition immediately lit up their ugly faces. They probably got flashbacks of Darth Vader punching them and then them becoming a laughing stock for the entire Internet to see. They exchanged a look and were about to sneak out, when you grabbed them harshly by the hair, feeling all vigilante for some reason. Maybe it was your badass costume.

"Apologize to her," you insisted.

"We're s-sorry," they stammered.

"Now piss off and pray to whatever devil it is you worship that I never see you again," you threatened them in the most calm tone you could muster.

They did just that and damn, did you feel amazing.

"Thank you so much!" the girl exclaimed and gave you a spontaneous hug.

"No problem, girls gotta stick together, right?"

"You are like my hero! We should exchange numbers and hang out sometime!" she suggested excitedly.

"Sure, that'd be fun. What's your name?"

"Scarlett," she smiled.

You laughed to yourself. Oh, the irony.

"What's so funny?"

"It's a long story," you shrugged. "I'll tell it to you someday."

After a while, your new friend left the event and you were once again on your own. You wondered if you should text Seonghwa. You really missed him and meeting this girl made you wish you'd hear his side of the story. Then, as if by magic, your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Matching costumes. We're making a habit out of it."

You looked up and saw…Batman.

"Seonghwa?" you blinked in surprise.

"I'm Batman," he insisted. "Sorry, I've always wanted to say that."

You had a hard time suppressing the urge to laugh out loud.

"The Darth Vader trick only works once. If you wanted to get me to talk, you should have come up with something new," you teased him, pretending as if his mere presence was bothering you.

"I get it," he nodded. "But I'm not asking you to talk. Can you hear me out instead?"

You nodded, as you had already made up your mind to give him a second chance. But he didn't have to know that yet.

"All of what Hongjoong and Yunho told you is true. I did punch the guys who were terrorizing you and countless other women and tried to make sure they get banned from Comic Con. And, indeed, prior to our meeting, we became online friends while I was posing under the name of Scarlett. But that's as far as my deception goes. I wasn't stalking you or anything. It just so happened that I saw you having a rough time and really didn't want you to experience such negative emotions at Comic Con. Because I know what that's like. I know I probably seem confident to you now but I wasn't like that always. I've dealt with my fair share of insecurities and shitty people who put me down. And I really care about you and couldn't bear the thought of watching you suffer. I admit, I kept the bullies thing a secret from you and while we texted online I lied about my name being Scarlett. But I never lied to you about my feelings. I genuinely love you, Y/N, and I want to spend the rest of my days making it up to you."

You were sincerely touched by his words and you believed he was telling the truth. However, after going through so much, you wanted to keep him on his toes just a little longer.

"Funny thing happened earlier at this event. I saw those two bullies from Comic Con again."

"Oh my God, are you okay?" Seonghwa was immediately worried.

"I'm fine. They were harassing a girl and I stood up for her, easily getting rid of them."

"That's so amazing, Y/N, I'm proud of you!"

"I felt pretty proud of myself, too. But that's not even the craziest part. Can you guess what her name was?"

"Um…no?"

"Scarlett."

"No way," Seonghwa laughed.

"Well, whether you believe it or not doesn't matter. She reminded me of you. Even if you hadn't showed up, all Batman style, I still would have messaged you and tried to fix things between us."

"I'm so happy to hear that, sweetheart," Seonghwa placed his hands on your arms gently.

You took off his mask and then your own.

"Let's start over, yeah? No masks, no secrets, just honesty. How does that sound?"

"I'd like that very much," he grinned softly.

"For the record, I love you, too. And I'm not mad anymore. I understand why you did what you did."

"Well, you know what they say? All is fair in love and war," Seonghwa smirked.

"And Star Wars," you added.

"Especially Star Wars," Seonghwa chuckled.

"Hi, my name is Y/N," you extended your hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to getting to know you."

"Hi, I'm Seonghwa," he took your hand and shook it.

"It suits you better than any other name," you told him honestly.

"Have I ever told you what it means?"

"I don't think so," you admitted.

"You'll really like it. It's related to stars…"

The End

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Halloween | Drabble

A little Halloween drabble for you! Enjoy!

Summary: You convince Bradley to dress up for a Halloween party with you. (Mav's niece!reader)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of teen drug/alcohol use

Length: 1k words

Pairing: teen!Bradley Bradshaw x teen!Female Reader

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Bradley sat on the couch next to your Uncle Pete, both of them engrossed in Game One of the World Series when you stepped in front of the TV, dressed as Penny Lane. You had dyed your hair to match Kate Hudson’s, styling it in loose curls, and you were wearing a pair of low rise jeans with a cropped camisole and a suede jacket with fur trim.

“Time to get dressed for the party,” you smirked, noting how his eyes moved appreciatively over your form, earning him a smack on the back of the head from Maverick.

“Keep your hands to yourself, Bradshaw,” Mav warned, standing to kiss your temple on his way to the kitchen. He was still adjusting to your relationship with Bradley, though it didn't surprise him that you ended up together. He simply didn't want either of you getting hurt. “You look nice, Squirt. Have fun tonight.”

“Thanks, Uncle Pete,” you replied, turning your attention back to Bradley as you held up a vintage ‘70s button down shirt you had picked up at a thrift store for his costume.

He sighed and let his head fall back against the couch at the sight of the shirt. “You were serious about me doing Almost Famous too?”

“C’mon, Brad! This costume is so low effort, and you promised if I agreed to go to the party you would dress up with me,” you reminded him, stepping closer to drop the shirt on his lap.

You typically weren't a party-goer, and since you started dating your best friend a month earlier, he had encouraged you to become more social. This particular party was being thrown by a couple of his baseball teammates at the beach, and it was expected that most of the school would be there.

He lifted the shirt to inspect it and then looked back up to you. “I promised?” he asked, reaching with his free hand to pull you down so you were sitting on his lap. “Doesn’t sound like something I’d promise.”

“You did,” you nodded, poking his nose with your finger. “Now, come on. We’re gonna be late.”

Bradley kissed you before standing with the shirt in hand, gently placing you in the spot on the couch he’d just vacated. “Just the shirt. I’ll be right back.”

You laughed as he headed off to his room to change, grumbling about your choice in costumes. When he returned a few minutes later, the bright smile on your face made him regret all of his previous complaints.

“How does it look?” he asked, chuckling as you bounced on your toes happily.

“You’re the perfect Russell Hammond. One last touch,” you moved toward him, tousling his hair before sticking a fake mustache on his upper lip and kissing him when he tried to protest. “You want me to go, right?”

He shook his head with a smirk. “Okay, but you owe me,” he teased, grabbing the keys for his Bronco off the table. “We’re leaving!” he called out to Maverick, ushering you out the door.

The drive to the beach was peaceful, the radio playing oldies that you both had grown up on and enjoyed. You were nervous though, and Bradley sensed it. His hand reached over to squeeze yours when he finally parked the car.

“It’ll be fun, you’ll see. You know Josh and Mike,” he reassured you. “And if you wanna go home, just let me know.”

You nodded and climbed out of the truck with him, letting his large hand take yours as you headed for the bonfire. The sun had just set, the last streaks of purple and pink in the sky as night took over, and the large fire illuminated everything around it. People in all kinds of costumes were dancing to the loud music playing on a boom box, having a good time.

Several people approached to greet Bradley, complimenting your costumes when he introduced you as his girlfriend. Eventually you found his teammates hanging out around a keg, and Bradley reached for the cups, intent on pouring some of the amber liquid for both of you, but you protested, placing a hand on his.

"I'd rather we didn't," you began, concern in your voice.

He kissed you gently. "Okay, that's fine," he replied, putting the cups back without hesitation. You had been vocal about wanting him to stop drinking, and he respected your wishes. "Wanna dance?"

Your unease lifted, replaced by a smile as you nodded. "I'd love to," you said, grateful for his understanding and the dance that awaited you in the flickering light of the bonfire. The energy of the party was addictive, and you found yourself enjoying it more than you thought you would.

As the night progressed, you and Bradley danced together in perfect harmony, swaying to the music under the enchanting glow of the bonfire. The surrounding whispers of conversations, the crackling of the embers, and the distant sound of the ocean waves created a soothing backdrop.

The party had calmed down, and it felt like time had slowed, allowing you to cherish this intimate moment. In Bradley's embrace, you found both comfort and excitement. His large hands guided you with a gentle rhythm, speaking to your deep connection. You tilted your head back, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background.

A soft breeze swept through, tugging at your costumes and causing you both to shiver. Bradley tightened his hold around you, making sure you were warm and secure. His lips met yours once more, a declaration of the affection he had for you.

"I don't want this night to end," you whispered against his lips.

Bradley smiled and held you closer. "Me neither," he replied, his voice filled with warmth and longing. "But don't worry, we’ll have more nights like this."

As the night wound down, you and Bradley held each other close, savoring the warmth of the dying bonfire and the love that had filled your hearts throughout the Halloween night. The memories of laughter, dances, and shared moments would remain, a testament to the magic you had experienced.

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miniseokminnies · 6 months

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get him back! — park seonghwa

𖦹 pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader 𖦹 theme: exes to lovers-ish, nonidol!au 𖦹 word count: 2.4k 𖦹 warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, swearing, drinking, marking, toxic!seonghwa, toxic!reader, praise kink, oral (f. receiving), softdom!seonghwa, petnames (f. receiving), unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), fluff if you squint

I wanna key his car. I wanna make him lunch. I wanna break his heart, then be the one to stitch it up. Wanna kiss his face with an uppercut. I wanna meet his mom, just to tell her her son sucks

OCTOBER

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“How long do you give ‘em this time?” Hongjoong asked casually, leaning against the counter.

“Hm, they’ll probably make it until the end of the night this time,” your best friend replied. Hongjoong chuckled and began mixing a drink for her,

“I don’t give them longer than two hours,” he smirked, spotting Seonghwa just as he realized who Hongjoong was talking to. He knew you were here now.

***

You took a seat on Hongjoong’s couch and fidgeted in the ridiculously short skirt you elected to wear to this party. This Halloween party is the event of the year every year. Seonghwa and Hongjoong throw incredible parties, and as your little friend group expanded and got older they scaled back to one big party a year.

This time last year, Seonghwa and yourself were hopelessly in love. Life happened, and you both decided you weren’t good for each other. The absolute worst version of both of you were present at the end of your relationship last month. Admittedly, the sex was great though.

Seonghwa slipped into the room, scanning over it. His eyes settled on your form on the couch, raking his eyes down your body from across the room. He choked back a groan when he saw just how much your costume covered, or did not cover, of your body. He knew what your game was, he knew this outfit was for him. Even though Seonghwa and you have been broken up for over a month now that doesn’t mean you had to stop sleeping together, does it?

Your friend plopped onto the couch next to you and handed you a red solo cup that matched her own,

“Compliments of Kim Hongjoong” she smiled at you and took a sip. You could tell by the look on her face the drink was a little strong. You raked your fingers through your hair and took a swig of your drink, not even caring what it was in your cup. The mixture of alcohol and soda burned your throat on the way down and warmly settled in your stomach. Your friend quickly got involved in a conversation on the other side of her with Yunho and Hongjoong. They both waved in your direction and you gave them a small smile and a wave.

You began to tune out their conversation and look around the party. You couldn’t shake the feeling that there were eyes on you from somewhere else in the room. Quickly spotting the source of this feeling you saw Seonghwa sitting across the room from you. He was lazily holding a solo cup that matched your own, you took in his form, as he did to you just minutes ago. His blonde hair was slicked back which drew attention to his cheekbones, the red lighting in the room catching the bridge of his nose strikingly. The white shirt he was wearing was untied, the neckline plunging lower than you’ve seen him wear before.

He zeroed in on you, evidently feeling your gaze on him. You hardened your gaze, realizing this was the beginning of the end of your night, now that the two of you have seen each other. Seonghwa cocked an eyebrow and plastered a smirk to his face.

You hate him. You hate how your stomach swoops when he looks at you like that. You hate that he knows the effect he has on you. He was challenging you to come over, but you, you hadn’t had your fun yet. Muttering a “I’ll be back” to your friend you got up and walked to where a group of people were mingling. Your friend followed you with her eyes before looking over at Hongjoong, afraid she was losing the unspoken bet they had going. He smiled and shrugged in response.

Sauntering up to the group of people, you recognized a few of them, and you found the person you were looking for. You placed your hand on his arm and smiled up at him.

“Mingi!” you squealed, “how are you?”

“y/n!” he leaned down to hug you, you took this opportunity to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. He pulled back and looked at you but didn’t bother to remove himself from your embrace, “How have you been?” he asked, Mingi is sweet, but just an unfortunate pawn in your game with Seonghwa.

“I’ve been well,” you ran your hands down his muscled arms, “I’ve missed you though”. Mingi’s eyes flashed over to Seonghwa, who was watching the two of you with gritted teeth, and then back to you. You leaned into his ear, “Mingi, I don’t belong to Seonghwa. Don’t worry about him.” you drawled.

“I know you don’t belong to him,” he sputtered, “You’re your own person, feminism and shit,” just then Mingi’s eyes widened over your shoulder as you felt a strong hand wrap around your arm. Seonghwa smiled courteously at his friend and dragged you to a secluded corner of his home.

“And what are you doing?” he said in a low tone, placing his hand on the wall next to your head.

“Catching up with Mingi,” you said, sounding bored. You looked up at him from beneath your lashes. He chuckled, a wicked sound you would recognize anywhere.

“Oh, sorry to take you away from your ever important conversation with your best friend Song Mingi” he spat sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah you should be, it was going so nicely” you folded your arms over your chest. Seonghwa leaned in close to you,

“So cute that you think you could possibly be going home with anyone other than me, doll” he smirked.

“Not this time, Seonghwa” you spat, “it’s done” Seonghwa brought up his other hand to grip your jaw, making you look in his eyes.

“See you in my room in an hour” he demanded and let go of you and walked away without looking back. You took a shaky breath before walking back to your spot on the couch, smiling apologetically at Mingi on your way.

***

“Did you go for a vampire costume,” you gasped, “to make up an excuse to bite me?” Seonghwa hummed into your neck while placing open mouth kisses against it with an intensity that was sure to leave dark purple marks in his wake.

“Do you want me to bite you” he breathed, sending a shiver down your spine feeling his breath against the saliva he left behind there. He slowly began to bite down to deepen the love marks on your neck. Meanwhile, he backed you up against his closed bedroom door. The room looked the same as it has every other time you ended up here. Except, the pictures of the two of you have been taken down and put away recently. However, Seonghwa will be hanging on to them for a long time.

You moved your hand to the ties of his shirt, even though they were currently jobless as they have been all night. Seonghwa didn’t have the patience for you so he broke his contact with your neck long enough to pull the shirt off over his head. You didn’t get the time to appreciate his sculpted body before he smashed his lips to yours with bruising pressure.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and let his hands drift down to your ass, which was barely covered by your skirt.

“You are just baring everything to the world, huh?” he gripped your ass, “Such a show off, what are you even supposed to be?”

“I’m a fucking Barbie, asshole” you whined. This earned you another dark chuckle before he moved to tear the poor excuse for a skirt off you.

“Oh you expected to get fucked today” Seonghwa cooed taking in the sight of your lacy thong, “What happened to, ‘it’s done’?” He placed his hands on your hips and lifted you so you could wrap your legs around his trim waist. He pressed a firm kiss to your lips and carried you across the room to his bed and dropped you down. He made quick work of removing your shirt and you thanked whatever power of the universe convinced you to go braless to this party.

The way Seonghwa looks at your body was a sight you never got tired of, no matter how much you say you hate him. Pure adoration for your form was the only way to describe it.

“So fucking beautiful” he said, mostly to himself, even though he knew you could hear him. He didn’t care. He began to kiss your neck again, and you could feel how excited he was against your thigh. You relished the fact that you could still turn him on just by letting him see you like this. He moved from your neck to your chest, capturing one of your nipples between his teeth and tenderly squeezing the other. You let out a breathy noise, halfway between a moan and a gasp at the stimulation. He looked up at you from under his long lashes and flicked his tongue across it to gauge your reaction. You choked back a moan and Seonghwa was moving on,

“Let me hear you, it’s not like they’ll notice, Honjoong keeps the music loud, and you know that” he growled. Then his mouth was at your hip, nipping at the skin near your panties. He began to deepen his nips to full on bites, once again taking pleasure in knowing that soon a deep purple hickey will bloom over this spot. You let a moan pass your lips before you could stop it and Seonghwa broke contact with your hip to smirk for a millisecond before taking the fabric at the waistline of your panties between his teeth and demanding, “off”. You followed directions and wiggled out of them letting the fabric flutter to the floor. “That’s my girl” Seonghwa muttered to himself and you tried to ignore the pang in your stomach at his words. He sat back on his heels and you finally got to take in his physique, you shamelessly raked your eyes over his arms and his torso. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me” and once again you did as you were told.

Seonghwa began to start the process of biting and marking your inner thighs. He moved his way up until he was level with your cunt. You felt yourself tense with anticipation. “So ready and wet for me, huh? No one else works you up like I do” he commented before he began to place chaste kisses to your pussy. He attached his lips to your clit and swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud. At this point, you had no idea if the party was still going, the music drowned out by the waves of pleasure crashing into you at the mercy of Seonghwa’s masterful tongue. You moaned unabashedly as he inserted two fingers and continued to give attention to your clit.

Your hand flew to his head, your fingers tangling and slightly pulling his hair. He moaned into your cunt and the vibrations of his low voice made the knot in your stomach tighten. He curls his fingers inside you, a master of the body he spent the last year memorizing like his own. You let out a hum of pleasure and he sucked on your clit for a few more seconds before removing his fingers and his mouth. You whined at the loss of contact but he came to you and caged you in with his arms. He looked beautiful like this. His hair messy from where you pulled it, a few strands of blonde hair falling over his eyes, his lips and chin glistening with your juices. He kisses you hungrily and you can taste yourself on his tongue.

You reach for his belt and began undoing it. Seonghwa evidently didn’t like the speed at which you were undressing him because he broke the kiss to sit back on his heels again and undid his belt and wiggled out of his pants and his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking. He gave it a few pumps and positioned himself in front of you. He ran his cock through your folds, teasing you.

“Oh my God, Hwa, please just fuck me” you whined.

“Oh?” he smirked at you, “not so done with me now, are you?” before you had a chance to respond he was slamming into you. You moaned, relishing the familiar feeling of being filled up by Seonghwa. He rammed into you, clearly enjoying the feeling of your walls around him. “You’re always so perfect for me, doll, made for me” he grunted. You pulled him to you and kissed him in a way he only got when he was pleasuring you so nicely. That’s the thing about only sleeping with each other, you know one another’s little things. He continued to pull out and slam back into you like it was the last time he was ever going to be able to, which maybe it was, he never knew so he made each time count. You felt the knot in your stomach quickly tightening and threatening to break. Seonghwa’s thrusts were getting frantic and messy, so you knew he was close too.

You wrapped your legs around his waist again, chasing both of your highs. Pleasure washed over you as your orgasm began. “Perfect girl” Seonghwa said breathlessly as you felt the hot spurts of his orgasm paint your cunt. He kissed you again before pulling out and going to get a towel for you.

Once the two of you were clean he took you into his arms, and you let him. “I love you” he mumbled into your hair before planting a soft kiss there.

“I love you too, Hwa” you replied without hesitation. You didn’t have the capacity to think about what those words meant for the two of you right now, so you just let them hang in the air as Seonghwa began to draw circles on your back.

***

“They’ll end up together, you know” Hongjoong said matter of factly while holding a garbage bag and scooping empty cups into it.

“Yeah,” your friend sighed, “if they ever figure their shit out,” she picked up a few paper plates and brought them over to him and tossed them into the bag. She always stayed to help Hongjoong to clean up, to make sure you didn’t need a ride home, and because she’s impossibly polite. She turned to go search for more trash.

“Yeah…” Hongjoong mumbled, looking after her, “if they ever figure their shit out…”

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a/n: i know it’s a bit late for a halloween one shot but i couldn’t just leave october without one! hope you enjoy! likes and reblogs appreciated ~bennie

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matcha-flavored-cake · 1 year

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TRICK OR TREAT

⁰¹ I don't have regrets or shame. I was extremely horny and thinking abt tartaglia and scary clowns. Best things of the world

⁰² Yes i know that is Ghostface in the picture, I just couldn't find a clown to fit the aesthetic ok

⁰³ tw: dumbification, lots of "sweetie, cutie, slut, bitch", pussy pleaser tartaglia, primal play, mentions of cum and blood, exhibitionism, fucking in the woods, kissing, biting, creampie, lots of cum (I'm disgusting<3). And clowns.

⁰⁴ no beta we die like valorant players

Enjoy <3

You loved Halloween, it's the best part of the year. The screaming of kids, the candy, the ghosts. Even if people called you weird for liking this things.

Truth is, you were always a little weird.

But the best people in the world are.

When you and your friends decided to go to the Halloween Carnival that would take place in town, you were super excited. People scaring you from all sides? Cool costumes and games? You're in. And maybe you liked the idea of being chased by a fake killer clown a little too much? Yes but it wasn't your fault they were... attractive.

Your friends knew it, and they weren't the least bit surprised to see your excitement when they arrived at the Carnival. Between running away from clowns and even trying to kiss some of the "scary" clowns, you and your friends managed to have a lot of fun and even get laughs out of people who were working that night.

You and your friends decided to split up and play some games, between jokes and attempts to eat at some point you ended up losing the group. You just laughed deciding to look for them along the way, looking the costumes, taking pictures do maybe draw latter, and eating candy. You're humming a soft melody of "Scarborough Fair" when a sudden clown emerged in front of you making you scream and laugh.

"Trick or treat cutie?" the muffled voice asked you. He was tall, oh boy he as tall, and he did a good job with his mask, and he was holding a fake axe in hands. 8/10 of a costume.

"You scared the shit out of me!" You laugh, bending your body to take a deep breath. The clown seemed amused by your reaction.

"Usually people start crying out of fear and don't laugh you know?" you just let out a weak laugh in response.

"You'll have to do a better trick to get some reaction out of me y'know?" You laughed and stuck your tongue out as you continued walking.

"So will it be trick cutie?" he asked. For a moment you imagined a hint of second intentions in his voice. But so what if it did? It's Halloween, he looked cool, and walking out of the Carnival with wobbly legs and jaw aching from sucking cock seemed like a good idea.

"Yeah. It's trick for you Mr. Scary Clown." You looked behind, smiling at him. He was fast to catch the invite.

After making sure that he didn't catch wrong vibes, and you were sober and consenting to him (after all he's not a jerk and consent is important). He decided to torture you a little (in the best way possible) while leading you to one of the buildings used to prepare one of the haunted houses. He put his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, giving a nice squeeze in your ass every now and then. You're nervous and smiling like a dummy, and honestly who wouldn't? Along the way he was asking things about you while going up in the building, and you could swear you saw a boner in front of his pants. When you reached the third floor of the building he stoped:

"Here's the thing, were going to play a little game." He said. You nodded, you're so dummy, such a good little bitch Tartaglia thought. "We're going to play hide and seek ok?" He got close, putting his hands on your waist, making small circles, you had barely started and your mouth was already dry.

"You can't go downstairs, unless you want everyone seeing what I'm about to do with you okay cutie? Yeah? Can you promise that?" He humped his crotch on your heat slightly, making you moan a little. "I'm going to count to 10, and you're going to hide ok sweetie? Be a doll for me and do as I say hmm?" You nodded, mind hazy already, he gave your ass another squeeze.

"By the way, you can call me Tartaglia. One... Two..." He started counting, you stupidly looked at the rooms and corridors of the small 5 floor building and started to run towards one of the rooms. Outside the window you could see the colorful lights of the Carnival, and below you could hear screams from the haunted house, you smiled at the thought that while everyone was playing outside you would be playing a dirty game inside the building.

You've finally managed to find a reasonable place to hide, behind a counter in a room. You heard Tartaglia saying that he stopped counting and started hunting you. You heart was racing, and your panties were starting to get soaked with the idea of being hunt like a prey. The anxiety and tension making you more excited than you wanted to admit.

"Cutie~ I can hear you panting~" Tartaglia said laughing, you covered your mouth with a red face. Had he turned you into a bitch in heat with just a few humps and ass squeezes? Damn...

For a moment everything was silent and you almost came out of your hiding place to check if Tartaglia had gotten lost or left you there alone. But a pair of hands appeared in your field of vision and pulled you out while laughed. "Fuck yeah, I've got you" he said and you screamed, laughing with him right after.

"Gotta get my treat now." He said next to you ear, turning you to face the window, leaning on the counter. He gave your ass a slap before start humping again, this time more harder and moaning louder. You started mewling felling his boner between your clothed ass. God he was so big, the way he was holding your waist tightly making you feel things.

He started to take off his pants, lowering them to his legs, and palming his boner in front of you. You imitated him taking off your pants and jacket, lucky you weren't in a costume. Tartaglia lifted his mask enough for his mouth to show and started giving you little kisses, with time you two were kissing like horny teenagers.

He was standing between your legs, lowering his underwear and squeezing your breasts. He seemed to try to hold every part of your body.

"Fuck, you're pretty, can't believe I got you all for myself" he said kissing your and giving your neck and collarbones some hickeys. He let his heavy cock rest against your tummy. You bite your lips while held his dick masturbating him. You felt hot and your mind was cloudy, you wanted to suck his dick really bad.

Tartaglia kissed your neck and took off your bra licking and sucking your nipples while looking at you. He was in his own Wonderland. He took of his mask, revealing that even under the mask he wore clown makeup, which was now slightly melted, giving him a chaotic look. He was so pretty. With blue eyes scanning your state: panting, in messy clothes, and breasts inviting him once more.

"Fuck" he said, going back to your nipples closing his eyes sucking and biting like he want to milk your breasts. He humped again rubbing his dick in you clit making you moan loudly and spread your legs. Your fingers twitched in pleasure as he lowered his mouth further and further.

"Can I lick your pussy Sweetie?" He asked nicely patting your belly. You nodded of course you nodded, smiling stupidly. He kissed your pussy, grateful and you're gone, moaning like his little bitch. Tartaglia sucked and licked you as if his life depended on it, his hands held your thighs steady, and even though you closed around him he smiled and rolled his eyes in pleasure like he was tasting ambrosia. The wet sounds of his mouth and you mixed with the excitement outside made your head full.

You rocked your hips against his face and Tartaglia started seeing stars, sucking you while one hand was on his own cock, moaning from both pleasures. He wanted to go on, he wanted to taste you. He hunted you and now he would eat you out and taste everything you had to give him. You were his prey, he was the hunter.

"Ta-Tartaglia-ah! I'm gonna... I'm" you tried to alert him, but oh boy he was long gone between your folds. Sinking his head deeper and his tongue even deeper into you, Tartaglia drank your juices as you squirted into his mouth. The sounds he made as he licked and sucked what was left of you were so obscene that they will haunt you for months. You on the other hand were a mess, your body vibrating and wet with sweat, panting like you'd run a marathon.

When Tartaglia finally left your poor cunt alone, he rose to kiss you, who responded happily, already limp after cumming so intensely. Without giving much time to you for recover, he started to overstimulate your pussy, rubbing his dick on your clit.

"Open your mouth" You obeyed, opening as he commanded. He stuck two fingers inside your mouth and after you had sucked them long enough, he put them inside your pussy. Your legs opened up giving him more room so his fingers could go in and out, like pistons inside your hole. You held his arm giving him little cries while he prepared and coaxed you.

"Shhhh, it's ok doll, you need to be nice and wet for me ok? So I can fuck this pretty little pussy." He slapped your cunt, making you jump. "I think you're ready" He said opening your folds and spitting, using his tongue to lick your clit. Tartaglia held his cock in front of your entrance, the head of his dick was red, like he was angry. It's not a surprise since he was holding back his cum so he could make a mess on you. He put the head inside you slowly, the rest going in without difficulty since you're so wet.

"Ffuck yeah..." He threw back his head. Hissing and moaning. You were so tiny, so hot inside. Your gummy walls gripping his dick like a vice. He wanted to cum already, paint you with thick ropes of hot cum and breed you. God this was already the best halloween for him.

The fact that you were so welcoming to him was the best, your silly face already dumb just for having your pussy eaten by him, god the things he wanted to do with you.

He started to move, going slow just to hear you breaking little by little, moaning like a little bitch on his cock. He held you putting your legs around his waist and started moving your hips faster, making you hold on to him to stay steady. Fucking you raw and in a fast pace, you could feel his cock kissing your cervix. Going deep inside you.

You were so warm, he couldn't stop, he don't wanted to. Tartaglia wanted to keep going on and on and on marking you as his. He had a smile into his face, completely drunk on your pussy. Already addicted into fucking you.

Going back to the counter he made you face the Carnival, pulling your hair while going balls deep into your warmth. Your eyes rolling back to your skull, your voice hoarse from moaning too much. One of his hands going to your clit, making small circles, causing you to hold the counter. The skin on skin noise going more and more fast, Tartaglia was on the verge of tears after holding his cum for so long. And you were cumming again, making Tartaglia hiss felling your insides getting more tight, almost milking his cock, you were already crying of overstimulation.

"You're so so tight doll! Yeah, so tight. I'm gonna make a mess inside you. Take it all like a good little slut hmm? Be a cutie and take all my cum f-fuck yeah!" He shouted, still going in and out while cumming inside your poor little pussy. His cum was thick and hot, making you feel more wobbly, your legs giving up, but Tartaglia was fast to catch you before your fall.

"There you go..." He said, panting. Sitting on the ground with you on his arms. You were fucked silly, saying incoherent words and holding him, with lazy expression. He gave you time to recover this time. And after a little nap you could talk like a functional adult again.

"Your friends called you, i answered saying that you're ok, gave my number and sent a picture of my ID card, they're sweet for taking good care of you." He said, holding your face. You laughed. "Yeah they do that."

"Wanna go to my place? We can eat something and sleep. I pay your Uber tomorrow, how about that?" He offered. You nodded "It's ok for me. But you'll need to carry me, because I think I can't walk anymore." You laughed and he just cover his face in shame. For someone with a sharp tongue, he was cute.

It was a good Halloween indeed.

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juneknight · 17 days

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In the spirit of missing dorm room Marc: maybe something fun like them going to a costume party, maybe matching, maybe in a couples costume, with colossal tension because of the implications of going matching? Anything that’s fun for you and is written by you is fun to read tbh

The exact moment you realize you’ve fucked up is this one: the bathroom door opens (a rush of steam and humidity flooding out, scented softly of Marc’s shower gel the one you use every now and then just to have his scent on you) and Marc comes out dressed nearly in the full costume that you had thrust into his arms a half-hour ago. The look in his eyes lets you know right away; you’ve overplayed your hand.

Now he knows that you’re in love with him.

“We don’t have to do this,” you backpedal. “Actually, this was a bad idea—”

You bite off your own words, aware of how offensive they might seem, but Marc doesn’t look offended. He has paused to lean against the bathroom doorway—god he looks good, the holster sitting so low on his cocked hips, it’s enough to make you drool—and watch your frantic pacing, the white robe you’ve donned swishing around your ankles. You immediately sense that he’s doing That Thing, the one where he doesn’t speak and lets you dig yourself into a deeper hole.

Well two can play at that game. You flop down on your bed and bury your face in your hands. How’s that for silence. You can barely hear his slow, careful footsteps over the ruckus in your brain, all your internal voice telling you that you had dug your own grave, you had fucking coordinated these costumes and now your feelings for him—for your best, closest friend—were plainer than day.

The bed depresses as he sits down next to you.

“You okay?”

You shake your head.

“You ever coming out of there?”

You press your hands against your face tighter.

His breath brushes your fingertips, his forehead resting against your temple as he whispers: “Is there room for me in there too?”

“I didn’t even think when I bought the costumes, Marc, I swear.”

“You didn’t?”

“No!”

He hums.

“The couple’s costumes were buy-one-get-one-half-off, and so I spent most of time in that part of the shop anyway.” He hums again. “I saw mine first and I thought—wow, I’d look really good in that! Not that you don’t look really good in yours too—” He hums. Goddamnit, he’s doing The Thing again! “Marc, say something, you know I’m prone to nervous rambling, this isn’t fair—”

“I think…we’re going to be late for the party if we sit around much longer.”

You peek from your hands. “You still want to go? With me dressed like this? And you dressed like that? But people will think things. Most people who show up together and are dressed in couple’s costumes are…together.”

“We should get together soon, then,” he says mildly. “Like now. Or on the walk to the party. We could get together outside Harrow’s apartment while we wait for him to open the door, but that’d really be pushing it. I’m more of a safe-than-sorry kind of guy.”

You blink. “You. Say that again.”

“You say it, actually. I want to hear you say it.”

Your hands fall to your lap, tugging at the ends of your sleeves. You’ve always heard that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but you hadn’t really believed that until you met Marc. Sure his eyebrows are expressive, and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes let you know that he is happy, but there’s something about his eyes themselves—warm and dark and so fucking safe—that can look at you and see inside you and somehow love what they see.

“Marc, I really like you,” you murmur hesitantly.

He has the perfect opportunity to say it, to say the most notable Han Solo line in all of cinema. I know.

“I really like you too,” he says softly. “Let me get the vest on. Gotta complete the look.”

And when he does complete the look, it is a sinful one. Yes as a little girl you had had a huge crush on Han Solo (and Luke, Leia’s plight truly resonated with you). Seeing his image come to life over the blueprint of the man you are (swiftly) falling in love with is a recipe for a cocktail of feelings in your belly. Arousal. Fondness. Adoration. Desire.

“Ready, Leia?” he asks, holding out a hand to you.

You let out a breath you’d been holding since he opened the bathroom door. You take his hand. “Ready.”

#marc spector x reader #drm

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mayullla · 1 year

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Since the anons feel that the dollhouse au is too cute to be real horror, I shall try to submit more scary yandere asks. I already gave you the analog horror idea. Now, imagine Toy Story with a twist. When it comes to dolls, kids like to roleplay and such. As a little girl, MC has gone through all the tropes—especially the Prince Charming and Fairy Tales. Imagine if she ends up inviting or being invited by a playmate and said playmate ends up taking the roles of that some dolls consider to be theirs alone??? Also, MC starts missing special days that she dubs "costume day" where she makes new outfits for the dolls or "tea party day" where she just sings/dances with the dolls while having a tea party. At first, they tolerate it since she's happy and they still get to participate in playtime...but when that playmate starts getting cocky and makes fun of MC??? The chaos, the scheming...that kid will never have a peaceful life, or have a life at all by the time he gets back home.

Three days later, that playmate is moving away with their family but then got involved in a car accident. Police says faulty brakes are to blame. How tragic.

☆Starlight Anon

Continuation: Better yet in that childhood playmate asks is if the kid remained sincerely but the dolls got annoyed anyway because...well, they're all possessive yanderes for MC lol Warnings: Blood, violence, horror, child's death (all in a nightmare.. technically) dead dove do not eat, read at your own risk. Genshin haunted dolls au [Fem!child!reader]

Well, it looked innocent enough? Your new friend was an attention seeker even at a young age she was proud and maybe a bit arrogant but hey she was just a kid.

When she told you about many things she knew and did and showed you things that made your eyes sparkle you thought that she was so cool, that she was amazing! You tried to come into her life finding her so amazing and she let you with a smug smile.

The relationship was cute really, the way you would follow her wherever she went in the school. She was your best friend or that was supposed to be the case. She was a spoiled girl, she wanted everything for herself, the play dates of roleplay games you and her played all had her become the princess or the lady while you were either the prince or the maid that was supposed to save her or serve her.

She would never let you become the princess of the story, even if you want to be even if you voice it she would not give it to you. Even if your parents saw it, their mother didn't know what to do with her while your mother would say that it was all right. But you can also see the concern she had looking over you.

But you liked her... you like her as a friend so you can't help but stick to her. She was so cool really.

Even as she took everything from your small hands.

Yet it seems there was a tipping point, it was bound to happen one day or another she only continued to grow hotty and selfish. It was that time when you were playing at the playground sandbox, you and she were playing with your dolls something about princess and knights with her own doll. As the princess, she commanded the attention of all the knights to her telling them that they should fall for her looks and charms. That they must swear an oath to her as the princess to protect her.

It was slowly getting dark when both yours and her parents called you and her telling you that you need to go back home now. Getting up you tried to take your dolls back but it seems that she started to take a liking to a few of them refusing to give them back to you.

"Give them back." You asked, so close to crying. "Don't be a crybaby I am just borrowing your dolls." She huffed as she held on to your dear dolls close. You didn't understand why she was taking your dolls when you told her no but she kept on insisting that she was just borrowing them to continue the roleplay back at her home.

Before you could do anything she was running back to her mother, who asked what those dolls were and why she has them. "Oh, ______ let me borrow them."

Your mother found you sniffling in the sandbox, crying in her arms you told her what happened.

However it was too late to get them back, your mother would try to get them back but she didn't have the phone number of the girl's mother nor does she know where does that girl live.

She told you that she would try to get them the next day yet that never happened.

Her father had somehow found your home past midnight and dropped off the dolls, apologizing to you and your family for his daughter and coming so late in the night. While he would have given these dolls later at a more appropriate time his daughter has been screaming ever since midnight.

She continued to chant at the dolls to get away from her, throwing them to the farthest corner. They tried to do everything to calm the girl down but she kept of screeching that it hurts and to make the pain stop. They could not calm her down and this was the last thing they thought of. Your parents showed concern for the tired man and thanked him for giving them back your dolls. You were also happy that your dolls have been returned but even you were concerned to what happened to your friend.

But she didn't come to school the next day but you heard the teachers whisper among each other that she was at the hospital, from screaming so much to the point of coughing out blood. Nothing was working and she kept on begging someone whom the parents and doctors don't know to leave her, to let her go.

You don't need to know really. It was her fault after all.

Dressed in a beautiful princess dress and a tiara on her head her stomach was decorated with many swords pierced through her. Over and over she would be a prince to nothing but a corps on the ground.

Over and over faceless knights stabbed her stomach within a dreary castle. She was all alone, she could not see reality even with her eyes open. She could not see the white walls of the hospital but a brick wall covered in blood as another sword price through her abdomen.

So matter how many swords pierced her there was always room for one more.

The pain doesn't numb at all, and when the small girl screamed again and again to stop it never did.

Note: What a dream... if she heals she won't be wearing any more princess dresses or tiaras looking at them would probably make her sick

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powderblueblood · 3 months

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For the old Hollywood AU - dealer’s choice & this quote: “And they'll know - everyone will fucking know that they could never control one goddamn fucking thing."

😘

BABYLON SENTENCE MEME

set in the frenetic grimy screwball universe of BURN LIKE NITRATE, the old hollywood au an: this is 3k words because i am soooo normal about all this. no majorly explicit warnings, just fluff and angst and coarse language and a slight allusion to steve's drinking problem

LOS ANGELES, 1927

Seven frantic knocks on your bedroom door awaken you with a skin-jumping start, and you realize you've fallen asleep with your needlework in hand. Again.

"Oof," you breathe, a hand brushing across your brow as you set the embroidery hoop down on your rickety bedside table. That'll be Pidge or one of the other girls at the door, eye-rolling and telling you it's lights out-- as is the routine racket come ten at night, every night. Bunny Lamelle's boarding house kept strict rules, and they included lights out at ten, no boozing, and no shoes or men past the first floor.

Little do you know, you're about to shatter all three of those sacrosanct commandments.

You barely bother to smooth your nightgown before you crack open your bedroom door-- and regret it immediately.

"Mr Harrington?"

Bleary-eyed and wearing a grin that would knock a nun clean out, Steven Harrington stands in the frame of your bedroom door.

Well, stands is generous. His knees look fit to buckle under the weight of whatever's in that flask he's carrying.

"Evening, Beadie."

"Get inside, quickly! Please!" You yank him in by the crook of his arm, and immediate thrill sparks in you. You'd never think to do that ordinarily! Gosh, you're afraid to even touch the fabric that you drape over the man's frame in a professional setting, and you're his darn costume fitter.

As a precaution, you poke your head out into the hallway, neck swiveling left and right. Clear? Clear. You gently close the door.

"How ever did you get up here?" you question as Steve, as he keeps insisting you call him (but you only ever do in your head-- manners are a girl's best friend!), stumbles a touch before flopping down on your bed.

Your bed. Oh, dear.

"I'm no stranger to the facilities here at Bunny Lamelle's, I'll have you know!" he proclaims, hitching himself up on his elbows. The light in here is terrifically bright, too bright for his liking, and your bed is terrifically soft, but that's just right. "It's no Hollywood Studio Club, but it's not a complete pigsty they keep you girls in--"

The pitch of his voice keeps rising and rising, and you know very well that the walls are thin and the eponymous Bunny can hear everything. Steve is familiar with Bunny Lamelle, having been chased down the stairs of this very boarding house more times than he could count. His early years in Los Angeles were nothing if not, ah, eventful. He knows he ought to be quiet, but he feels mournful tonight. Feeling mournful always leads him down the path to goading, because being sad is a fucking sap's game.

You make a motion, pleading with him to shush-- and sold on the look on your face alone, Steve's voice drops to a stage whisper.

"The back door has a loose lock."

"I know," you whisper back. "I taught Pidge how to jimmy that lock open when we both moved in here."

"That little bearcat lives here too? What a pair you two make."

Steve looks surprised, same as Pidge had looked surprised. A little church girl like you, knowing how to pick a lock. Imagine that. He swears, every time you deign open your mouth, which has become more and more frequent during your little fittings, you threaten to knock the knees from under him. Some turn of phrase, some thread of history he never guessed would be woven into your coat.

You feel a blush flaring at your cheeks, Steve's half-focused eyes resting on you a moment too long.

You force yourself to clear your throat, though breaking the spell of his stare feels like a betrayal.

"What are you doing here, Mr--"

"Bea-die. I insist. I'm in your chambers, for Chrissake."

"Steve." You put a nice fine point on it, finer than your needlework. If he insists.

Ah, yes. The reason for the season. As if punching the air in victory, Steve's right arm thrusts into the air. His movements are like those of a marionette filled with whiskey.

"It appears I have torn a button."

Indeed. A button hangs from a thread, dangling from the cuff of Steve's impeccable satin shirt, part in parcel of his whole satin getup. An outfit designed to make him look the consummate ideal of the American picture star, an image you're positive they couldn't have illustrated without the reference of his good looks and charm.

But now the suit is creased and rumpled and reeking of liquor, and the man inside it, the man you now know to be wondrous and interesting outside of the fascination he inspires onscreen, looks despondent.

This is all getting a little on-the-nose.

"You came over here to... to ask me to mend a button?" You don't mean to let that twinge of disappointment escape your voice.

Steve's mouth gapes and shuts again. He can't tell if it's the whiskey or what, but that feels like flimsy reasoning all of a sudden. "I suppose I did."

You can feel your blood pressure rising. He risked getting you evicted from the only place in Los Angeles you can afford to stay because of some silly button? Well, I never! The gall, the nerve, the-- the vanity! You take a deep, steadying breath and cross the room to the bathroom that you and Pidge share, adjoining both your bedrooms.

"If you'll excuse me."

He starts to speak, but you click the door closed behind you, softly as you can manage. When safely inside, you stuff the shower curtain into your mouth and let out a silent, frustrated scream. So, you'll do the only thing you know to do. You'll consult your most trusted source of a second opinion.

Pidge, how do I go about not murdering the entitled movie star that's currently sitting on my bed?

As if she'd heard you summoning, Pidge comes crashing through her bathroom door, hair mussed and face flushed. Giggling. Until she sees you, that is, and her face drops. She slams the door behind her, and you swear you can hear a muffled, "Ow!"

Louder than is necessary, she says, "Hello, Beadie!"

"Pidge..." Something's off in the body language of the script girl.

At a normal volume, "Hello, Beadie." A beat, as she takes you in. "Is everything alright?"

Oh, forget whatever madness Pidge has indulged herself in now! You're having an honest-to-god emergency!

"No!" you flutter, arms flapping, "No, it is not because Steven Harrington is sitting in my bedroom!"

Pidge's eyes flare for about half a second, which is just the amount of surprise she doles out for any occasion. You could tell her that Victrola records were shrinking to half their size and all she'd do is give you the ol' wide eyes and move onto more logical matters.

"The way you're talking makes me think he oughtn't be."

"Of course he oughtn't be!"

"Why oughtn't he be?"

"Well, other than the obvious, Pidge! He-- he's Steven Harrington!" Most recently seen on the arm of the latest WAMPAS Baby, Steven Harrington. Box office darling, Steven Harrington. Object of many a rabid fan letter, Steven Harrington. "And get this, he risked life and limb sneaking up here so I could sew a button back on for him!"

"That's what they're calling it now? Cad," Pidge says, eyes narrowing. Then they flare again. "Oh, hold the line..."

Your breath stitched up in your throat. "What?"

"Harrington's got a premiere tonight. Seven Slow Dances. It ought to be," Pidge checks her watch and you notice her lipstick is smudged. Hm. "Well, gosh, it'll be over by now. After party at The Roosevelt, natch. Warner Jr will have his guts for garters if he doesn't show his mug."

Your bottom lip trembles a tad, hands flapping with the sheer current of nerves and anger and excitement and dread coursing through you.

"Pidge, Pidge, Pidge, what am I to do?!"

Your roommate and friend grabs you by the shoulders and gives you a good, hefty shake.

"Beadie, snap out of it. You know exactly what you're to do. You're to mend that button and you're to send him on his way." She gives you this stare that's kind of wavering at the corners.

That throat of yours is suddenly drier than Glendale. You swallow, roughly. You dare to ask, "And what if... he tries any funny business?"

Pidge doesn't miss a beat. "Well, I have a revolver in my delicates."

This response makes you abandon the followup question of what if I'd like him to try some funny business. You nod, resolute and terrified, grabbing your sewing box from the commode. Pidge stands stock still stationary in the bathroom, arms crossed and eyes bright with curiosity.

You wonder what you'd just caught her in the middle of.

But the door clicks shut behind you and you find Steve lying flat on his back, his head dangling off the edge of your modest single bed.

"Told half of Hollywood I'm here already, huh?" His tone is languid, but not scornful. Playful, even. Like he could really expect such a thing from you. Wide-eyed, innocent you.

A nervous chuckle bubbles from you, Steve dousing the flame of your irritation as soon as he'd lit it. You edge closer to the bed, suddenly very conscious of the way your nightgown is fitting.

"Certainly not. Just, I knocked into Pidge in the bathroom. It happens, sharing and all. I didn't--"

But before you can lie, "Hello, Pigeon!" Steve calls, and you lurch for him-- too loud! He emits something close to a giggle. "She's quite the hard boiled tomato. How is it you two became so close?"

You shrug. That was a story, but not one you were about to regale Steve Harrington with. He needed to be sewn up, given his marching orders. That's that. "Every lady needs her foil, I suppose."

"Good god, don't sell yourself so short," Steve says, and there's a real edge to his voice. He's truly admonishing you. You can't truly see yourself that way, can you? Playing second fiddle to some studio drone workaholic like poor Pidge, when you and your delicate hands and your brilliant mind had the gall and grace to exist on this earth?

Christ, is he drunk.

Though, you can't help it sometimes. You love Pidge, love her true, but can't help but think she stacks up so much higher compared to you; in experience, in nerve, in dealing with men like him.

"You're the genuine article, Beadie."

Steve says this to you. Steven Harrington says this to you. Even if he's corked and ready to pour, he says this to you.

You have to give yourself an even moment to remember the act of taking a human breath and how it works.

When you recover, your voice is tiny. "Sit up, please."

He does as is told, the same as when you tell him so in the fitting rooms. It's the one time that Steve doesn't mind being told what to do; you go about it gentle, careful not to prick him with your little pins. He trusts that you never will. And, you always asks things like, "Well, how does that feel, Mr Harrington?" and then add that adorable shy addendum, "I mean, to move in?"

You settle next to him on the bed, sewing kit in your lap. Steve presents his sleeve to you and you finger the darling little pearlescent button. Feels too violent for your nature to snap it off of its lingering thread-- and yet you do it. And he can't explain it, but it thrills him.

Steve watches you thread your needle with an intensity that does not go unnoticed by you. Your entire head feels hot.

"You're aware I had a premiere tonight, Beadie."

"Oh, of course I am," and you did, having faithfully followed this man's work for years, "Seven Slow Dances, wasn't it?"

Steve swallows, feeling the paparazzi light bulbs crack behind his eyes. The tense silence in the theater that just kept getting tenser and stickier as the preview of the picture droned on.

"It's set to be my biggest picture to date," he tells you, a slur creeping into his voice, "A thoroughly modern romp, catapulting me to as-yet-unforeseen notoriety. Have you heard this?"

A small smile wafts over your lips, daring to break your focus. "Why, that sounds wonderful."

Steve emits a hearty scoff, and you have to place a hand on his arm to steady it.

"Wonderful? It sounds like bullshit to me. It sounds like the company line," he sniffs, "Do you know why I do all this, Beadie? Why I became an actor? To escape the company line."

You still your needle to an unnecessarily slow speed, taking far longer than you need to with resewing this button. Because he does this, when he's in your hands and you have your points turned towards him. He opens up, to you.

"But it follows you, you know," Steve goes on, voice thickening. That sends a jolt of alarm through you. "Chases you like you've got a target on your back."

You've never heard him sound quite like this before. Cornered.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean..." you murmur, eyes leaving the safe reserve of the needlepoint and button to watch him. Watch his profile. Watch the tears begin to well in his scorched sugar eyes.

"I traded being one kind of stooge for another, do you know that?" he sniffs, bitterness putting a bite in his voice, "I rejected the role that was set out for me, the heir to HH Industries, to become an artist! If you can fucking believe that. Because I thought it meant something. I thought it meant I'd finally have control over my own life."

It strikes you dumb. It's an honesty so blistering, you can't quite believe that it's real, that he's sharing it with you. "I..."

"I don't," have any control, he means, "I'm being prodded around like a prize show pony in front of these cameras, preening to Photoplay and acting like it all means something when it doesn't."

Steve turns to you now, a single, screen-perfect tear cascading down his screen-perfect face. But his vitriol feels ugly and ill-fitting, like he feels in this stupid satin suit.

"And you know what, Beadie? You know what's the killer? The bullet aiming straight for my heart?"

Suspended in shock, your needle held aloft. "No..."

Steve clears his gummed up throat, nodding mirthlessly. Of course. How would you know, you poor, sweet thing?

"Once this shitheap of an Al Jolson picture goes to print, the entire company line is going to change. Sound in the pictures, what a gimmick!" he cackles, "But the public loves a gimmick, and that's who we sacrifice ourselves for. And it'll push me, who has given everything to create something out of nothing, and every other dumb sap like me, right out the door. And they'll know - everyone will fucking know that they could never control one goddamn fucking thing. Our fate, our crushable fate in the hands of those dipshit Warner brothers. The company line. Sundown on Steven Harrington."

It completely befuddles you that he could think this way. Of course, the colony is splintering into two and a dozen camps, each different variants of sound is the death of cinema and talkies are the way of the future. You had heard Pidge's diatribes on it, but hadn't settled on an opinion yourself. Pictures with sound would surely still need costumes, but you hadn't thought for even a moment about how it might effect someone like Steve. How it might... frighten him.

"Oh, Steve. Steve, you know that's not true." That hand of yours that rests on his arm tightens some. His head dips.

"It is true, Beadie," he presses and sniffles, "They'll lose any interest they had in me; for Chrissake, I can't stand up to those booming voiced theater types. I've churned my butter in pantomime! I've wasted my life on something completely null."

His words coax you to near tears. This feels as if he's welcomed you into his cocoon, shown you all the ways he fears he'll fail to metamorphose.

But then, you catch another whiff of the liquor on his breath.

You remember that, despite it all, you need to be careful-- Steve may be sweet to you now, in this moment, but Steven Harrington at large is still a documented rake. He's a mess. He'll do anything, say anything, to get what he wants.

You know this. You love this. And you know that you oughtn't.

You finish the last stitch on his errant button and push an encouraging smile across your face.

"Well. All the more reason to get peeling out to that after party then, isn't it? Make sure they don't forget who you are."

A friendly pat to his arm serves as half an encouragement for him to get up and off your bed.

This is not the reaction he wants. With his head tilted toward you, with all his sparkling tears, this is not the reaction Steve was aiming for. He can't even say he wanted to kiss you in that moment, but he did not expect you to tow that very same company line. Buck up, buddy boy. Put on a good show.

But you're a good girl. Of course you think that's the way things ought to be. He shouldn't be confusing you like this. Sullying your mind against the Warner behemoth.

Steve stands, re-buttoning his mended sleeve. You watch him, eyes gleaming and worried. He's gone all silent and sullen again, like he does. Then again, he may not even remember this in the morning.

"Away I go, then," he murmurs, barely coherent, "into the fray."

"Do be careful," you tell him, chest constricted. "Sneaking back out, I mean."

"Not my first rodeo," he reminds you, and it feels terrifically callous for some reason.

And then Steve is gone, slipping through your bedroom door. As fast and furtively as he appeared, and all that's left behind him is the silver glimmer of his flask folded into the plush of your bed sheets.

#powder room talk #whatis-much #published by powder #s. harrington by powder #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #blurbs #SMASH cut to pidge getting head from eddie in the bathroom while still trying to eavesdrop on this entire exchange.#love u so much thank you for letting me be insane #our cee ❤️‍🔥#beadie pike #burn like nitrate

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