#nerd ass (lovingly)
Miss Hannah called soonyoung nerd ass last night and honestly I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time 🐯🐯
im sorry have u seen him
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callout post for my dumb joyfriend, aka @smokeystarstorm /j
they're top tier gayass and admitted to wanting to kiss boys, claiming they're a professional boykisser
they're also a very cute loser
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less mentioned ocs: this time for the horde! there are so many yall its not even funny.
one more after this!
Zankolo: big guy. quiet guy when hes just chillin but can and will Yell and shout at shit bc thats what warrs do :). zandalari tomb defender and he has a cool transmog :) an arms/prot warrior he has a VERY cool axe that i dont know where i got it from and a sword+shield combo from throne of thunder
Giorgio: i mention him Rarely but he was one of my first toons! i made him as a heehee funny joke but hes his own thing now! hes outgoing and kind-hearted and Very very strong. he's best friends with xet nd he likes to make Delishes meals for their friends. (im serious his cooking is maxxed out in nearly every section.) i havent played him in a while but i rlly want to bc its fun to play gobs :)
zak'dor and xaz'jan: grouping them together bc you Do Not separate them. not blood-brothers but completely inseparable. two farraki trolls, mercanaries and scoundrels. zak'dor is a blademaster nd has no less than 20 weapons on him at all times. hes the guy with like a hundred tiny knived hidden all over him. xaz'jan is Techncially a hunter (bc i had a cool tmog for him) but hes rlly just here for the golds. decked out, likes lavish shit.
Axolatl: gurubashi troll. they're an inch resting sort, usually just living out in the wilds of stranglethorn doing witchy druid stuff. techniclaly a priest of hireek, but its just not official. they were actually the one to give krii his final name! obviously they can turn into a bat. also has the "tiddies out disease". its contagious 😔
Taa'jial: primal zandalari. VERY tall and lanky. knows krii! and actually went to the shad lands w/ him. in game the name is "Saxhleel" which is literally the name for argonians in TES so i have no idea why that wasnt already taken???
Zathralan: very Very old probably evil and definitely cartoonishly nerfarious nightborne sorcerer. heehee >:)
Daragh: my only tauren! hes actually just an old original oc that i ported over to warcraft. still not sure what im gunna do w/ him but he looks cool!
Kajanni: goblin shaman, but she has a particular interest in using electricty to resurrecte ppl and make electric prosthetic limbs. shes a huge nerd for that kind of stuff and definitely wild enough to try it on Big things. that you should definitely not be resurrecting.
jiembe: he's an ass. in more ways than one! he's an assassination rogue and a dick! young dark troll who grew up in dalaran (no idea on th lore behind that just yet). im using him to play through the rogue class hall.
Mojorak: frog boy :) temple delver and dungeon raider, he likes finding ancient artifacts and lore but reeeeally doesnt like all the "fighting terrifying undead creatures" part of it. he does it anyways! also he likes frogs.
Abii Dawnchaser: ivan's cousin, somewhere? he has a big family.
Naaviel Dawnchaser: Ivan's far Older cousin, basically a brother since they grew up together. naaviel is a powerhouse and stick-in-the-mud. prot paladin. also the guy to cut off krii's arm! :)
Ahuu'lani: Mahtaye's girl, shes a martial artist and vry lovely. vry good friends w/ jambala and spars w/ him very often. also krii likes her bc they have similar tastes in jewelry.
Jabahni: my girl my lass. she. i love her. BIG BIG troll. very tall and fit. zandalari monk. she used to be a warrior until pandaria events, decided to abandon that way of life nd started hanging out w/ some monks there. her lore isnt set in stone but i like her too much to leave it at that. (ill probably port/remake her on wyrmrest once i finish getting a mount i started w/ her.) also she uses the potions of giant growth :)
Mulaku: a newer toon! maghar orc monk. lorewise i think its he was interested in the events of pandaria so hes hanging out there rn. he wasnt IN pandaria when everything went down hes just chilling. hes taken to helping out small villages bc hes Large and Strongk and is aparently very good at lifting heavy objects off of things/people/unblocking roads and/or doorways. also the aesthetic of a maghar monk is 👌👌
Licefeaster: its all in the name. forsaken lass. tiny lass. can summon hugr fucken demons and they are her friends :) shes a pretty upbeat gal despite having a stitched on face so maybe thay smile is permanent?? who knows shes weird (lovingly said) <3
Derasan: Zathralan's great great niece. she takes after her Double-G Uncle by also involving herself in nefarious and possibly evil activities, such as Demon magic. she has a cool mog :)
Rok: zandalari rastari. takes her job seriously, despite how boring it is since shes in a boring spot. the locals pester her. she knows jambala and actually worked w/ him a lot when they found a bunch of nasty things going on in her quiet part of zuldazar.
Ahnk'han aka, Pirate Jones the Bones (his perfered title): ANCIENT guy. he's been dead for DECADES. but hes been on the bottom of the ocean for all those decades and was VERY recently fished out of the sea by Ayutaan and her crew. they adopted him and his "not dead friend" (his friend is literally a mindless ghoul but he doesnt see it that way) bc he's funny and is clearly insane. ayutaan married him bc it turns out there was a handsome zandalari undeneath all that gross seaweed and rotting flesh <3 she has very bad taste. also no one has any idea how or why he's been resurrected. he doesnt know either and doesnt care! hes having fun being their local funny man who smells like fish.
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"Aloys Punishment: P1"
"Its not my fault!" You whimper. Staring up at your feeder in the discarded remains of an entire week's rations.
Alloy sighed, planting two hands on her thick chubby hips. Shaking her head at you.
"My hopless little butterball." Alloy mumbled. "What am I gonna fucking do with you?"
You belch loudly and go pink with shame. Trying to pull your shirt down to cover you big belly. Hoping the thicc redhead warrior won't notice how huge you are if you cam cover some of your mammoth girth up.
"No use trying that." Aloy laughed. "You outgrew that shirt three weeks ago, and I've only made you fatter since."
Aloy knelt down before you and gripped your shirt and fur lined jacket ripping them up to your soft tits and smirking down at your huge belly. She held your clothes up in one hand and slapped your tum lovingly a few times just to watch you jiggle.
The meaty "bwooorp" she knocked loose was just an extra.
"You ate all our bread..." she held up the empty tin. "All our butter, what? Did fatty just scoop it out with his little trotters like a piggie?" She held up your wrists and you felt guilty as she raised an eyebrow at your slippery hands. "All our soup is gone." She turned over the empty plastic tubs in quick succession barely a drop spilling onto the camp floor. "Ooh all our salted fish." She waved a few half eaten skeletons at you. "Wow, you chewed down on that roast boar. Just the fucking head left." Aloy squeezed and massaged your belly, trying to hide just how hot it was that she'd turned you into a pathetic, reckless eating machine. "Four turkeys? Jeez did you leave anything for me?"
Aloy didn't really care. Not that you knew. She was a firm, sassy mistress and loved to push you around and tease you about how much trouble you were. She fucking loved it when you blushed and tries to suck in your huge gut. Whimpering that you were sorry for being such a big piggy and begging her to still cuddle with you that night.
Truth was, Aloy was a brilliant hunter, crafter, and scrapper. She was fucking loaded. And ever since she's brought you on at that trading post the only thing she had wanted in her entire travels with you was to fatten you up.
Fatten you up: the words alone made her horny.
Aloy shrugged as she tossed aside the tin that held a whole tray of brownies. What could she do, you were a tech nerd with knowledge of the old world.
She pulled your shirt up over your head, letting your jiggly fat tummy and tits fall out. She buried her face into your gut until all you could see was her ginger hair. She smooched you.
"Alright dipshit. You had your fun. Rules are rules it's time for mine." Aloy snapped her fingers, and obediently you heaved the massive 200 pound blob of rolls you called a belly back from your crotch.
Alloy sat in your lap. Her big, soft buns pressing down on your crotch and driving you wild.
"Big piggy went and ate all our food again, didn't they?" Aloy teased starting to grind her ass against your lap. You guys called it a "lap dance" and it was one of Aloy's favorite ways to punish you. She pulled her fur and leather lined skirt a little further up her milky white cheeks the soft orbs of booty fat plopping out and spreading across your lap.
She spanked herself with both hands, sending a ripple that excited you through her big ass.
"You know what happens now?" Aloy asked looking back at you very seriously.
You blush hard again and shake your head.
"Well since you were such an irresponsible porker." Aloy said, bucking her thick hips as she ground against you. "I think you're going to have to hit the bar. And eat every thing I order for you until you're too fat to move. It's the only way you'll learn your lesson. Ill bring the wheelbarrow and haul you out."
You whimper. But your greedy tummy gurgles noisily. The fucking traitor.
"C'mon piggy." Aloy laughed. Standing up so fast you got a shot of her pantied fat bum before she tugged her skirt back down over the top of it. "Lets stuff you like a big fat turkey, so you get nice and plump."
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Bad Batch 1x02 Spoilers
Back at it again at Krispy Kreme! I’m about to watch ep 2 of BB and here are my reactions:
Spoilers under the cut
Right into it, wow
No narration or anything, feels different
Lol omega is adorable
Hunter and echo are great
Saleucami! Love it there!
The animation is *chefs kiss*
Nice landing, tech
Omega’s first time on another planet
She’s never been off kamino before, wrecker
That’s cliched, the falling to the ground and feeling dirt
She’s reminding me of rapunzel
They’re all enamored w how adorable she is
They shouldn’t leave omega at the back of the pack lol
Echo, rex trusted him, u can trust him!
Echo, they new torrent
Echo’s so tense
Lol echo yesss they new rex
WE MISSED REXTER?!?!? NOOOO WHYYYYYYY
Omega knows abt the chips??
Lmao the salt
Awwwwwwwww they’re so cute!!
I love the music
Hunter’s protective of his new sister
Omega’s never had fun before
She’s ur sister
They wanted to see if they could make a girl clone lol
That’s too much heat, hunter
This is cute
Hunter wearing cut’s clothes
I’ve never liked the way clones walk in civvies
I liked cut before, I like him now
Ugh chain codes, this is insanely convoluted but we know about them a bit from mando so....
Obv the clones don’t have them, they’re clones
‘generosity’ my ass
I hate the empire
I don’t like the phase 1 stormtrooper armor, the mix of clone trooper and storm trooper, its ugly
Omega, the fence is there for a reason
She obv went past the fence
They all go running
Overprotective hunter is here babey
Awwwwwwww this is so tender
She’s their little sister!!
Shut up tech lol
I love them all
What are those head beads of urs omega?
Oh that’s how ur hair did the thing
I love suu
Don’t hand her off to them, hunter, she can stay with y’all
She’s gonna want to stay with u guys
I love echo and tech being nerds together
Echo was the nerd of torrent and the arcs, tech is on another level
Their minds are so tactical
Lol and hunter’s so mad
How tf did they not know that???
I’m so sad for the clones, they don’t get any choices
I love echo and tech
I love echo being sneaky
I like how his helmet goes around his implants
Well, tech, ol buddy ol pal, he can’s get to a compartment on the other side of the room when his arm is plugged into the computer
He’s just balancing them on his prosthetic, they look like they’re about to fall
It’s ok, jek, you’re adorable
Or not buddy
Omega, don’t do anything stupid
She’s doing something stupid
I love echo
They didn’t let her do anything
Lol echo now what r u gonna have a han solo moment??
Tech and echo are best bois
Oop and r2 unit
He reminds me of zeb
I like how they’re not killing any of the clones. Most of the clones we’ve seen have always been big about how they’re all brothers, and I get why they wouldn’t want to hurt any of them
Settle down cut
That was loud
Lol they didn’t tell her
As if tech is capable of doing anything accidentally
She doesn’t want to go
She wants to be a family with you guys
I like how echo’s still working on the boot
It’ll be ok omega
Watch her not go with them after all
Damn these boys can fight
And hunter’s shooting to kill
Lol they didn’t try that earlier??
The gun hand-off
Oh she is going with the bb
Lol he was gonna say u look like me
There they go
What no ship cannons?
I like the sound design for their ship
The gonk droid!!!
I knew she was gonna go back to them
This is so cute
That was adorable. Kinda felt like filler, but it was still good. The fanservice we got with cut and suu and the rex mentions was gold. This ep was shorter than the premier, obviously, but I hope the future ones are a little bit longer. I know it can be hard to tell a strong animated story in a serialized format when the episodes are long, but I think we the fans have earned it. Can’t believe I have too wait till next Friday for more, the two in one week thing was nice. Oh well.
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What (WILL BE) your favorite Her with the Hummingbirds ship says about you
[This might be spoilery but I DO NOT care what you might gleam from this. Hook me up with a manga-style comic book artist so I can actually make this thing.]
You’re favorite ship dynamic is looking lovingly at your GF while she gushes about something she loves.
You (will) want this series to be even more Shoujo Manga than it ended up being. Also you want to be swept off your feet by a tall femme.
You believe in the inherent eroticism of Class Conflict.
You’re favorite dynamic is the Buddy Comedy. Also you are 1000% sure Witz’s humanoid form would’ve been like maximally DILF hot if I actually show it ever.
You (will) also want this series to be even more Shoujo Manga than it ended up being, but you’re also heterosexual. That, or you prefer DILFs over MILFs.
Either your favorite ship dynamic is Childhood Friends to Lovers or Workplace Romance or it’s BOTH and I haven’t decided these characters backstories yet so I can’t tell you which one.
You are a Reylo shipper.
Your favorite ship dynamic is Jock/Nerd.
Your favorite ship dynamic is ALSO Jock/Nerd, but you also read the never-to-be-completed Her with the Hummingbirds novel and know what Dinsoer did.
(available here on my patreon for free!)
You believe in the inherent eroticism of a good Sword Training Montage.
Jade/unnamed female character who teaches Jade sword fighting
You also believe in the inherent eroticism of a good Sword Training Montage, but only when it’s gay, goddamnit.
Your favorite ship dynamic is Mom Friend + Dad Friend.
You love the character who gets shy and flustered around their crush but wish it was the guy instead of the girl.
[Edit because i forgot to include]:
You believe in the internet eroticism of 👏🏽 Men 👏🏽 Getting 👏🏽 Pegged.
This is your only chance at a Dinsoer Redemption Arc and I am not sorry to say it’s not going to happen.
You believe in the inherent eroticism of getting your ass kicked (and deserving it).
Ephy/any male character
We can’t be friends.
You like DILFs but somehow think that Neja got TOO MUCH screentime.
You think lolic*n ships are okay if it involves two girls. However, cue “FBI we’re coming in!” sound clip.
Friendship/any character at all*
He’s literally the concept of Friendship he doesn’t do romance but I do NOT count him as Ace/Aro rep but dont worry I have characters and stories in the works for that.
You think you’d love the idea of being locked in a battle with your bitter rival, reincarnating for all eternity, destined to always meet and always hate each other.
You believe in the inherent eroticism of the Revenge Plotline.
You think most geopolitical issues could be solved if the nations’ leaders got a little nookie.
You’re low-key a monsterfucker.
You’ve been waiting for a ship dynamic that fuses Enemies to Lovers with Notice me, Senpai. Your wait is over!
You believe in the inherent eroticism of Shared Trauma.
You (will) believe in the inherent eroticism of Being Done With Jade’s Shit.
You just want good things for Deanna and really, who wouldn’t?
You’re just here for some Cinnamon Rolls. Too Good for this World. Too Pure. That, or you want Deanna to get dommed by a good person this time.
Plz do Midsummer next, I want to know who are all the fairies and and WHO IS TOM SNOUT THE WALL?????
Thank you i love you I’m so excited for the Shakespeare discourse. 16 yo Shakespeare-in-the-Park me is LIVING
EDIT: WAIT SHIT I JUST REALIZED YOU NEVER SPECIFIED IF YOU WANTED THE DMUTUALBJs OR THE ACTUAL DMBJ CHARACTERS. OH MY GOSH. I’M SCREAMING. THIS HAS BEEN POSTED FOR TWO MINUTES AND I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF IT’S WHAT YOU WANTED. OH FUCK. OH FUCK. UHHHHHHH. UM. WOW. OKAY. I’M SO FUCKING SORRY FOR THIS.
OH???? YOU WANT MIDSUMMER????? YOU WANT FUCKING MIDSUMMER???? excellent
Okay, so first off, my ideal Midsummer would be gay (obviously) and involve a lot of playing with space and audience and stuff. Like, I would want it to be in the square and have all the seats on the same level/have the audience actually on the stage, so that when the Lovers are running around in the woods, and the fairies and Puck are doing their thing, they’re literally intermingling with the audience. Athens would be in a separate playing space, for both the beginning and the end, and the Players (with the exception of Bottom) would never get to mingle in the audience, because they are so fully enshrouded in their own acting and the world of the play that they are blind to the fact that they’re simultaneously playing and being played. At the end of the play, Puck would step up into that separate playing space to indicate physically that the play is done, they are no longer intermingling with us, and we are now separated from this reality that they have created over the course of the play (this has nothing to do with y’all, I’m just using this opportunity to nerd out about my ideal production specs lmao) and thereby physically releasing us from that space.
BUT THAT’S BESIDE THE POINT. NOW. I’M SHIFTING INTO DIRECTING MODE AND CASTING THIS SHOW USING THE DMUTUALBJs, THE TAG OF WHICH I’M STEALING FROM SIERRA (also sorry i do not have the skills nor the patience to edit y’all’s icons on characters like they did I am not that good @jockvillagersonly i would die for u).
HERE WE GO:
First up: the Lovers
Hermia: “though she be but little, she is fierce!” lmao I’m sorry @cross-d-a that’s gotta be you. I love Hermia bc she’s very sweet most of the time, except when she’s been wronged, and then YOU BETTER WATCH OUT CAUSE SHE’S GOING OFF, and I feel like Cross imbues that energy very well. She’ll cut a bitch for her friends, but is also the loveliest person you’ve ever met.
Helena: Helena’s got to be @humanlighthouse. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. Not only do I want her to step on me, I also think that she’d be willing to throw down in a forest. Plus, she and Cross would have very good stage energy, I think.
Demetrius: ok here’s where things get interesting, cause you remember when I said I wanted this to be gay right? SO that means we’re playing this with underlying currents of *internalized homophobiaaaa* which means that Demetrius is actually going after Lysander instead of Hermia; or so she thinks. She’s chasing after the closest male-identifying person in the group, but REALLY wants Hermia, and under THAT ends up wanting Helena, who she’s really intimidated by actually, which is why she’s so rude to her in the first parts of the play. And who will play this wonderfully complex Demetria? None other than @vishcount. Again, the STAGE CHEMISTRY BABES. also I think vish would bring a very lovely complexity to this role.
Lysander: Lysander is actually like my favorite character in this play??? I have no idea why, but I really love him. He’s very endearing and sweet, and just wants to make his girlfriend happy. So for this role I’m casting @psychic-waffles, who I feel would embody this character very well bc I love Jack.
Alright NEXT: the Players
Peter Quince: they’re the only writer in this thing, so I feel like this HAS to be @merinnan. Also, Meri-jie tries to wrangle crowds of dumbasses everyday in the Discord server and does an INCREDIBLE job, so I feel like Head Writer/Head Bitch works very well here.
Nick Bottom: who ELSE would I cast except for @jockvillagersonly. Not only are they funny enough to portray this absolute COMEDY role, I feel like they would really ham it up onstage, which is what Nick Bottom needs. Also I would like to lovingly force them into getting more sleep, so if rehearsals for the scenes where Bottom is Passed The Fuck Out go a little long, who’s gonna know???
Francis Flute: Francis Flute holds a special place in my heart bc in my university’s production of Midsummer, one of my friends played him, and he was funny as fuck, so for this role I’m going with @bookjoyworm. I think Joy absolutely would be fantastic as Thisbe, and have a very dramatic and tragic death scene (which, coincidentally, is often the only part of the Play Within A Play that’s actually acted well, and I think that Joy could pull off that bait-and-switch).
Tom Snout: YOU KNOW WHAT NOPEY, IT’S FUCKING YOU. YOU ARE THE WALL. LITERALLY THE FUNNIEST FUCKING SHIT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE DAMN LIFE. I LOVE TOM SNOUT AND I LOVE YOU.
Snug the Joiner: Snug the Joiner is literally just a cutie patootie trying their best. I love them, and I also love @pissmeoffanddie, so that’s who we’re going with on this one. They would be a very fierce lion, I just know it (but not too fierce, so as not to frighten the ladies!!!!)
Robin Starveling: Moonshine! This so obviously has to be @undyingsunshine; it’s literally in the name!! They both fucking shine! I’m! Also I genuinely love Robin Starveling a lot too lasighaldkfjaldf.
Theseus: all hail the kiiinnnngggggg. Obviously this is @xcziel. I would perform a thousand plays for @xcziel. A million. A thousand million. Mwah. My liege.
Hippolyta: BOSS-ASS BITCH. BITCH. BITCH. BITCH. none other than @foxofninetales could POSSIBLY be this Amazonian queen. Once again: step on me mom.
Egeus: Okay like. Okay don’t come for me I’m sorry I have to cast Egeus, but I think that deep down he wants what’s best for his daughter! And I feel like that has very @kholran energy. Idk they came up with the ShanSang pool noodle and that radiates very safe energy for me. So sorry @kholran ur my dad now.
The Philostrate: they’re literally just trying to get things organized and let everyone have a good time at the wedding! It’s a hard job!! Don’t make it harder for them!!!! I feel like the only one who could do this would be @mejomonster. Just trying to deal with all these idiots. RIP.
And Finally: the Fairies
Oberon: ok Oberon’s a himbo but in the best way. He’s just hanging out with his best friend Puck and trying to get his wife to pay attention to him again after she gets a baby. like I get it, dude. Me too. I feel like @elletromil has the most Oberon energy, partially bc I’m in awe of them, partially bc they feel like an old married couple along with:
Titania: @gaiahenshin. You two would be SO PERFECT together as Titania and Oberon. I’m also of the firm opinion that the Love Juice doesn’t actually work on Titania and she’s just acting for Oberon, and I feel like that’s something @gaiahenshin could get behind. ONCE AGAIN. STEP ON ME. THIS IS NOT A SUGGESTION.
Puck: ok I feel like the obvious one is the person who’s been doing ALL the magic in the fandom for us lately, which would be @xia-xueyi. Not only a Puck-level mastery of words, but also just blessing us with the energy and love and encouragement. She also feels very bouncy and joyful to me, and I would love to see her get to fly around the stage and do some fun magic stuff.
Cobweb, Mustardseed, Peaseblossom, and Moth: the fairies! THE FAIRIES!!! the literal BACKBONES of the play. Obviously this would be @thewindsofsong, @idlebeks, @staidwaters, and @i-sudoku. I know in my heart that they are all ethereal beings and that nothing would be the same without them. Also they deserve to get to fly around in some stage rigging. They DESERVE IT.
The Changeling Child: the only one who is not a mutual. This is the stupid baby dummy from the Moonfall Echo behind-the-scenes cause I think it’s hilarious.
AH!!!! ANYWAY!!!! THERE’S MY MIDSUMMER CASTING!!! I LOVE YOU ALL I CAN’T WAIT TO SPEND HELL WEEK WITH YOU!!!!!! >:)
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Breaking down Lily Orchard’s 100 Writing tips, 21-30.
Say it with me now, “Don’t do stereotypes, Kids.”
Don’t do kids, stereotypes.
FINALLY! A tip that is not just stereotypes and their fecal matterness! Unfortunately it is both too vague and too loaded to be worth much. Part of me wants to call She-ra vagueposting. Like is it displayed as a bad thing in the work or? I guess if you run into the very specific circumstances of this tip, do as Lily says and don’t? Yeah that sounds right.
Fair, I guess... The way it’s worded makes it sound super specific and it probably is. So i will just qualify it with if the story is not about said white boy and you are taking away from the others to focus on him, yeah don’t.
Um... Okay I’ll meet her halfway here horny armor being justified with sexual agency is stupid as all hell. Characters can have and act on sexual agency. Stories can be about this. It is a very human thing... Also characters can be adults in fiction don’t look at tip 10 me. This is the pinnacle of a tip that is just half good and half godawful... moving on.
Well, points for awareness I guess. Rescinding the point for redundancy.
Wrong, just flat out wrong. Not every author does this and honestly it’s a bad way to write a lot of stuff. This basically only applies to fanfiction writing and a few webcomics. Most any book that his shelves started out as a rough draft laboriously shaved down to the finished product. Shows do need to have a fairly detailed overview of the whole ass season before filming or animating. Depending on what you do, yes, you absofuckinlutely do need to have the whole thing planned out. As part of the job. This is not a good tip at all...
Descriptive.... Not great advice either, I’m entirely sure Avatar is inspired by something else that in a way “Did what avatar did.” Avatar was something that came out at the right time and spoke to the right people in the right ways. A perfect storm of goodness if you will. Many things before and many things after will in some shape or another “Do what avatar did.” because the phase is just so vague, and the legend of Korra couldn’t do what avatar did basically specifically couldn’t because it was done, they couldn’t recycle the plot and characters. The best you can glean from this is don’t write something to be like something else, write it the best way you can.
We got the loaded one here now. To start off I will just say the obvious, bold statement with no proof but ignoring that, It’s basically like saying potato chips are better than a lovingly prepared meal. Friends is one of the big examples of a show just about anyone can watch. Gurren Lagann is not something that is gonna grip everybody, Full metal alchemist is a loaded story in many many ways and Dragon Ball is a fighting show about fighting and not everybody likes fighting. Friends is potato chip the show like sitcoms before and after, you don’t need to be a turbo nerd to watch the big bang theory as another example. It’s an inflammatory statement for the sake of it, and even turning my attention back it is just such a bold statement because not everybody has the same tastes. I personally would never go out of my way to watch friends, but wouldn’t switch off if there was nothing else on because that’s what friends is. If it was worded any differently I wouldn’t be as upset, it’s spitting in the face of such a large chunk of fiction and the people that read it... JUST BECAUSE??? Just say low stakes always grabs more audiences or something. Honestly if Lily didn’t speak like some weird ultimate authority on everything SHE’D PROBABLY HAVE A BIGGER AUDIENCE. Fuck, moving on...
... So. Steven Universe and Star Vs.? This is just another bad take for the pile. Writing is fluid, you can do both or flip back and forward just as long as you give it the proper care and build-up. Just to be pedantic quick the message she’s pushing regardless of intention is don’t break any conventions and get stale as hell. Yes I am still salty over 29, sue me.
Anyway there’s 30 down and too much to go...
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Kevin Day HCs I had
he has a slight Irish accent which comes out when he's especially emotional (like really angry or frustrated)
he also has a slight stutter which also might come out when he's irritated about something and finds it hard to sort his thoughts
you'd assume he dresses like the typical jock, but his history nerd side took care of that and he actually has a Dark Academia clothing style which also makes him seem so much more broody/thoughtful, distracting everyone (especially the press) from how he is such an utter dork
he loves learning new languages, he just never really had time for it because Exy (duh)
He likes Latin and Greek a lot, and the Ancient Greek part of history is one of his favorite ones!!
One of his biggest pet peeves is when people (read Andrew, that absolute fucking menace) actually dog-ear a page in a book, he fricking goes ✨F E R A L✨
You bet he always writes the best essays. This is not a surprise to anyone who really knows Kevin (actually, people don't even have to know him that well, you can just tell), and after a while some of the Foxes who need help with how to write the perfect essay sit down with him to ask Kevin for some pointers. And oh boy does he deliver. The Foxes (I'm mostly thinking of Neil and Aaron here, but I think this would be really sweet with any of the Foxes) soon actually get to know a whole new side of Kevin! They were scared of approaching him at first, thinking he will be kinda mean and asshole-ish about the tips etc., but he is... so fucking nice about it!! A LOT more patient than at Exy practice, and his pointers are so helpful wtf??! He also is just,, so soft? He will make funny jokes, shit-talk about some of the professors and talk excitedly about stuff he learned in history class. Even though none of the Foxes have ever really thought about him in that way (, always seeing the jagged, broken and honestly always-on-edge Kevin with his arrogant talk, atrocious ambition and cutting comments on court and most of the time also off-court) , they can't deny that he's just cute like that
you have all heard about Andrew in glasses, and you've got a point, yes yes, it's exquisite but listen,, KEVIN . IN. GLASSES. Obviously I'm talking about the ones with the golden wire frames.
Kevin in piercings is just *chef's kiss*
Listen. Kevin is just someone that radiates Dark Academia Vibes™ in my opinion, and I could honest to god write an essay about it, but what I wanted to say is... he would totally be doing those typical Dark Academia activities e. g. write in a journal (possibly with ink, because he's just that extra) or agonize over and analyze a poem
he drinks tea with milk and Andrew (that tiny hypocrite bastard) is revolted and you can bet your ass he will subtly bully him (lovingly) about it every now and then
Kevin likes being the little spoon (or the middle spoon) when he's cuddling with either Andrew, Neil or both
He is secretly touch-starved and craves intimacy a lot, but doesn't know how to ask for it or initiate it, so he usually just sits there, stiff like a board until Neil and/or Andrew take notice. Whenever they touch him (with his permission first ofc) he literally melts into their touch after first freezing under it. Casual touch like arms/shoulders brushing against each other, fingers touching briefly or knees knocking together under the table will send him reeling
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┇haikyuu boys on facetime w/ you pt. 2┇
❥characters: atsumu, oikawa, yamaguchi, akaashi, and asahi
❥warnings: foul language, suggestive??
❥genre: crack, fluff
❥a/n: akaashi’s is a whole ass novel 💀
mf was super nervous to call you for the first time
and as atsumu was yelling at osamu and about to chase him, you picked up with a smile like, “hi!”
so osamu took his phone from him, called you, threw the phone to atsumu and dipped
he literally melted lol what a loser
being on facetime with him just consists of him and his brother yelling at one another
and osamu teasing him and shit
also atsumu loves to work out on facetime with you to get you hella flustered
it works obviously but you hide it by making fun of him
one time he was doing pull ups and you can see a clear view of his abs (😏) but instead of getting all like blushy and nervous, you get blushy and say, “wow atsumu, i didn’t know you had a third nipple” he literally falls from the bar. you die laughing and he grumpily gets up from the floor and snatches the phone that was leaning on a wall and hangs up 💀
does he call back? the world may never know✨
mans calls you first, he does get a bit nervous but that all changes when he sees your face <3
because he instantly goes to boast about himself like, “wow you were so eager to pick up😏😏😏” “shut the fuck up oikawa” “☹️”
when you two facetime it’s usually either really late or or really early since he is always working out or at volleyball practice
he’s another one who would work out on the phone with you to make you flustered, and do you? yes.
but you hide it by having your phone face the ceiling LMFAO
on his down time when he isnt focused on volleyball, he’s building a star wars lego sets because he’s a fucking nerd
and he wants company so he calls you and he’s like “y/n-chan! check out this Imperial Star Destroyer i got!” “you’re such a dork” he pouts. “it’s really cute..” his face goes instantly red.
tsuki bullies him into calling you first because if he didn’t, you would’ve had to call him first
at first it’s kind of awkward but then he shows you his pet frogs
after that point, you two call almost everyday
you two fall asleep on the phone ALOT
he also rants to you about the fact he feels like he’s not good enough to be on the team, and how everyone prefers tsuki over him and how he shouldn’t think that about his best friend but he couldn’t help but do just that
you listen to everything he has to say and tell him that he’s good enough for you and it sets him sky rocketing
mans was overthinking od
‘what if they think i’m clingy and want nothing to do with me’ ‘it’s going to be awkward bokuto-san, i’m not going to call them.’
he calls you
bokuto tells him, “akaashi. if you want to talk to them just call them. and if you don’t they can just talk to somebody else.”
bokuto knew that would set off akaashi to call you right away
when he does he’s like “..hi”
you’re like “hey akaashi!” and prompt your phone to lean against the wall as you sit at your desk, working on math problems
tbh, he got really nervous and almost hung up
but then you were like, “wanna do homework together? i’m really stuck on this problem”
and this started facetime study dates
which ended up becoming daily phone calls whenever you called him randomly while making dinner
he answered like, “i thought we didn’t have homework this week.” “oh yeah i know! i just wanted some company while i cooked.”
mans was so flustered like ‘AHHHH THEY COULDVE CALLED ANYBODY BUT THEY CALLED ME TO KEEP THEM COMPANY OH GOSH’
from then on, you two called everyday and just enjoyed each other’s company. whether or not you were speaking because both of you just enjoyed each other’s company
nervous son of a bitch.
doesn’t wanna even think about calling you because he’s just too scared to
but one day suga called him a pussy and created a group call with you three and stood for 10 minutes and made an excuse like, “oh shit i gotta go walk my dog” “suga you don’t have a dog-“ “sorry you’re cutting out, bye!”
it was awkward for a good minute
well, for him not you
you didn’t see anything wrong with the silence, you were just doing your own thing as your music played in the background
this man stares at you so lovingly and accidentally blurts, “you’re so pretty..”
you instantly get flustered and turn to the camera
he’s like, “oh uh i’m sorry! i didn’t mean it like that- i mean you are very pretty but i just didn’t want to- you know, just please forget that i said anything i’m really sorry!”
“asahi. it’s okay, you’re not so bad yourself” you say bashfully
he was a mess after that.
let’s just say suga said, “i told you so” the next day
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Fashion Show for Kai
🎶I hit 600 and I’m at my peak
Let’s all get excited for my Kai Week🎶
sorry that there’s so much author’s note today
Summary- Kai is sick of you loitering and bothering him, so he gives you a one time offer to go shopping and buy anything you want. The type of clothing you chose makes him realise giving you his credit card was a good choice, for both of you.
Warnings- Soft Daddy! Kai, knife & blood kink, nerd alert
(Tag list- @tatestripedsweater)
Requests- “ Can u do a kai x fem!reader smut where kai is actually a soft daddy?? I know it sounds kinda impossible for kai but it really makes me feel nice to imagine him as a soft daddy so yeah. And reader's not a virgin but it's her first time with kai. Maybe like after a cult meeting.” Yes miss girl <3
“#52 & a lil bit of knife play with divine ruler?😇
you’re so talented ily <3 - @daddyevanpeters” I didn’t use the number prompt which I hope is okay, I think you’ll like this<3 no i love you
“CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 FOLLOWERS!!!! You are so inspiring and talented. I just joined the fandom recently, and you have been such an amazing person to look up to! I heard that you were taking requests, sooooooo do you think you could do a head cannon for James, Kai, or the Evans (if you want) on how the would react to seeing reader in lingerie for the first time!! THANK YOU!” I hope you’re still here! This request is clearly from a while ago, but this was the perfect opportunity! I love it, thank you you’re sooo sweet<3
you’ll need this picture for later, enjoy ;)
You slowly walk downstairs, and try to take a quick glance to see whether Kai’s cult meeting is coming to an end. Although you were almost always welcome, when it came to an upcoming murder, for some reason, Kai didn’t want you involved. And to keep you as safe and indifferent as possible, he didn’t tell you anything about it. But now that you were having a few days off work, you found yourself wandering around the house aimlessly, wanting to be with Kai even more than usual. You were usually welcome at the meetings, and it felt unnatural to you to have to avoid them. When you peaked your head around the corner of the bookshelf, Kai instantly notices you and hedges in his sentence, looking to the floor and sighing. He rubs his eyes before looking back up at you.
“I thought I was clear, can’t you keep yourself busy?”, he snaps at you. You walk over a little closer to him and sigh in exasperation.
“Can’t I just sit with you? I won’t even listen I swear-”, you don’t bother saying anything else when Kai stands up and burns you with his eyes.
“Go away”. You sulk at his words but continue to stand there, your eyes flicking around the floor, searching for something else to say and as you open your mouth to beg to stay yet again, another loud sigh interrupts you. He shakes his head and reaches into his pocket, before taking out his wallet and then credit card. He holds it in front of you and speaks with his regular authoritative tone of voice. He had to make sure that everybody at the meeting knew that he was completely in charge of you.
“Here. Don’t go crazy, but go somewhere and keep yourself busy”. You hesitantly take his credit card from his hand and nod at him, but when you pick your arms up to give him a grateful hug, he pushes them back down to deny it and snaps at you once last time.
“Do not come back here until I’m done with my meeting”
You nod and promptly leave, knowing that Kai doesn’t expect an answer, and just expects you to understand and follow every order he gives you. You quickly get dressed and leave the house, knowing Kai will get more mad if you sit around and don’t take advantage of what he gave you. Though he never particularly showered you with money, he always made sure he spoiled you some way or another so you would stay close to him.
You cautiously but happily spend Kai’s money, unsure how much you have or how much he is willing for you to spend, but in order to make sure that he wont regret giving you this gift, you decide to treat him too.
Within a little more than an hour, the very complicated plan of murder is clear to everybody in the cult and the meeting comes to an end. At that very second when most people begin to scatter, your phone in your pocket dings loudly, making sure you hear it. You’re in huge trouble if you don’t reply to Kai’s messages and calls, so to avoid having your phone taken away you never put it on silent or vibrate, and immediately read his messages. He asks when you’re planning to return home, and even though you were on your way for a coffee, mostly done with shopping, you don’t want to make him wait for you. Your thumbs dance around the keypad as you plan a message when your phone buzzes in your hand with another message from Kai.
‘Come home now’
Although his anger and fierce dominance strikes fear in others, and sometimes in you too, you go home with an innocent smirk on your face, already excited for angry Kai.
When you walk through the door Kai shuts it instantly after you, making you flinch, not having noticed him behind it. You attempt to hide your bags behind your back, but to no avail.
“I got a scam alert”, he says calmly, turning the key in the door to lock it.
“Uncharacteristic purchase from Victoria’s Secret”, he says quietly. Kai inches closer to you and puts his hands on your waist with a tight possessive grip, before looking over your shoulder at the bags behind your back. Most of them pink, one of them black. He exhales deeply in satisfaction at the sight of tissue paper, already excited for the show you’re going to put on for him.
Without a single word, he goes upstairs, and you follow him like a little lost puppy following its owner. He walks into a bedroom and sits on the end of the bed, facing the door. As you walk in behind him, he leans back on his arms and looks you up and down, examining your fully dressed body. When his eyes once again reach yours, he shakes his head to the side once, and you quickly nod.
“Yes, Divine Ruler, I’ll be right back”. You leave the room and go to the bathroom and weigh your options on which lingerie to show him first, but wanting to look as innocent as possible for him, you quickly rip your clothes off and jump into the shower for a minute, gently caressing your skin with body wash before dressing up for him.
As soon as Kai hears the water running, he sighs, and starts to look around the room, needy and already thinking of ways to punish you for wasting his time.
But soon enough, you gently step towards the bedroom Kai’s in and open the door, making Kai sit up when he hears the creak. You stand before him in your baby pink lacy underwear and bra and slowly walk over to him, making your steps as light as possible.
“I showered and oiled up for you, Divine Ruler”, you say seductively making Kai moan breathily at the sight of you glistening. When you get close enough, he puts his hands on your waist and slides them down to your thighs, one of his favorite places on your body, before putting his face to them. He runs his lips along your thighs and moans at how soft you feel under him. The soft sounds coming out of him turn you on immensely, and how his rough and dry lips slide along your thighs makes them tingle.
Kai’s hands rubbing over your ass makes your mind wander to the filthiest thoughts you have, ones you’d only share if Kai made you. A recent scenario that often came to your mind in the shower was one from a week ago, where Kai bent you over his desk as per usual, but instead of fucking you right away, he spread your cheeks and used his heavenly mouth on you, something he doesn’t do often. His hands on your thighs brought back every memory you have of him between them, making you cum over and over again until you grip his hair in the excitement, which always results in him putting you in handcuffs. Unexpectedly, Kai bites your thigh, making you gasp and break out of your trance of dirty thoughts.
“You’ve picked the perfect day to be sensitive, my love”. Kai’s new nickname for you instantly heals the temporary pain caused by his teeth, and you look at him, completely smitten and in love.
He stands up and kisses your lips once, very softly, before turning the two of you around and pushing you on the bed. But today, he does so gently, and you fall onto the mattress and feel the soft covers hug your skin and make you feel a way you never feel. Loved. It was obvious that Kai loved you, and even though he never said it, he showed it by prioritizing you over any other member of the cult, and trying to protect you from certain cruel things the world has to offer. He knew you were the strongest and most dedicated member and he always felt the devotion you gave him when you volunteered to do things for him that the other pussies were scared to do. Your heartless dedication to commit murder and crimes for him was what made gentle and innocent moments like this so special to him. Your naivety and trust for him made him hard.
He straddles you and looks at you beneath him. His eyes were as dark and lustful as always, so you put your hands up to the bed frame, all ready to be tied to up at his mercy. He smiles at your obedient actions ever so lovingly, before cupping your cheek and leaning down to you.
“Not today, little lamb”. You slowly put your hands back down confused by his words, almost worried by him not being as dominant as always, but all worries melt away when he kisses you once again, not forcing his tongue in and not making you feel like you must please him. Instead, kissing you so passionately that you are left breathless and occasionally forget to kiss back, enjoying your master taking care of you and kissing your gentle lips. He moves his attention to your neck, sucking on it gently leaving the tiniest bruises that will fade away within hours.
“Do you trust me?”, he whispers against your skin, giving you goosebumps.
“Of course, Divine Ruler”. Your instant response makes Kai smile against your neck and sit back up on you. He reaches into his pocket, and slowly takes out his pocketknife, flicking it open.
“I’m not going to tie you down, Y/N, so you need to stay still, you understand?”, he asks deeply. You look at the blade in his hand with pleading eyes and gulp at the idea of him hurting you.
“You want to… cut me?”. You ask, trying to sound as sure of yourself as possible. Divine Ruler hates weak girls.
“Of course not, I won’t cut you. If you don’t move”, he says as if it’s all so obvious. No matter how unsure you were about this, his confidence made you rely on him even more and you nod your head, willing to do whatever it is he wanted from you. His warm smile at your willingness to take whatever he does to you melts your heart and you take a deep breath before relaxing your body completely. You close your eyes and Kai shuffles down to sit over your legs, looking at your boobs and thighs in the gorgeous underwear you wore for him. Just for him.
He lays his blade against your boob, and slides it down your chest, making you open your eyes nervously but stay completely still. He hums as he slides it down your stomach, before getting to your panties and unexpectedly puts the blade under them.
“I like these”, he simply states, before in one quick motion slicing them off at one side.
“We’ll have to get some more”
He slices them off at the other side, and peels them away from you, making you bite your lip. No matter how many times Kai does a multitude of dirty things to you, your stomach fills with butterflies whenever you feel his eyes on your naked body.
He puts his knife against your lower abdomen and pushes it down slightly, making it dig into your skin without breaking it. He carefully inspects the dent in your skin as he moves it down your thigh, pushing the blade at an angle that won’t cut you. Kai is intoxicated at the incredible sight of you with your panties cut off, and staying still for him with fear behind your eyes. The vulnerability of you under his knife makes his cock harden, and he puts his other hand on your thigh with a tight grip. He gives it a harsh squeeze which not only sends a pool of arousal to your pussy, but also makes you gasp and move unintentionally, his blade digging into your skin making serious contact this time. But Kai continues to move it down, creating a slice in your thigh that begins to drool blood. You wince at the feeling but say nothing, willing to take it to see Kai pleased.
“Doing such a good job baby”, Kai mumbles under his breath, his eyes glued to the sight of you bleeding. The soft praise sticks in your mind, standing separate to the usual degrading you receive from Kai during sex. He puts the blade in front of his face and licks the blood off it, keeping strong eye contact with you, making you wet.
Just when you think you can’t get any more turned on by Kai’s sudden nurturing, as you feel your blood drip down almost to the bed sheet, he leans down and licks the blood up, then sucking the blood out of your scar. The stinging only adds to the pleasure, as you are far from new at pain and pleasure combined.
He continues sucking and kissing your thighs, getting dangerously close to where you yearn to feel his face, and starts mumbling sweet nothings against them.
“Took it like such a good girl, you know”
You lean your head back not being able to handle the praise, and bite your lip in excitement knowing you make Kai this happy.
“You’re gonna get a treat for this”. Kai sits up and puts his hands under your knees and picks up your thighs, taking a longing glance between your legs as he spreads them.
Although it takes everything from you to not sit and take the treat like a good girl, you hope the happier you make him the more he’ll do for you, and you use all the strength in your body to interrupt him.
“Kai, wait”, you say softly. “I have another outfit I think you might like”. He looks at you and considers your suggestion, before putting down your thighs. You quickly sit up and practically run to the bathroom, not only desperate to get your treat, but also knowing that the outfit will take a second to put on.
When you come back out to see Kai, his eyes widen and he resists the temptation to throw his mouth open, and clenches his jaw instead. He carefully examines you from top to bottom and back, soaking in your costume. You have a black sports bra with ropes on it, khaki shorts with a gun belt and a pistol, and your hair in a braid. Divine Ruler liked sweet obedient girls, but it was obvious the inner nerd in Kai would lose his mind at your outfit.
You walk over to him as confidently as possible, the hunger in his eyes giving you a huge ego boost, and he stands up to look down at you.
“Looks like you’re ready to be my naughty girl again, correct?”, he growls, and you nod at him. He smirks and walks over to the bed stand, taking out your handcuffs. But instead of following, you stay stood and look at him with a raised eyebrow, trying to look intimidating. He looks over at you and throws the handcuffs on the bed.
“Hurry up Lara, I have some digging and exploring to do”.
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Tomorrow it's Damien's birthday so how about 💛💜❤️🐭 and 🍡 for him?
WOOO YEAHHHH SEXY DEMON BIRTHDAY TOMORROW! Gonna spend a lot of time talking about him and rb things of him hehehe~
💛- What was your S/I's first impression of your F/O?
Loud. Obnoxious. Toxic. Wayyy too infatuated with fire, arson, and destruction- Of course that changed after they got to talk!
💜- When was the first kiss? Who initiated it? What happened exactly?
It was right after both Damien and Toby confessed- Damien pulled him into a kiss and there was. A lot of teeth- Dumb demon was too busy in the heat of the moment to try to not accidentally bite poor Tobes with those sharp as hell teeth- Kinda surprised he didn’t get bit back because of Toby’s braces-
❤️- How often do they say "I love you"?
OH ALL THE TIME!! It’s almost always followed by a “Dumbass ♥” from Toby and a “Nerd ♥” from Damien, lovingly of course!
🐭- What did your S/I do after realizing they are in love?
He got angry- He never really felt those feelings before, and especially for an ass like Damien? Yeah, that’d make anyone mad. He got over the anger after a while and ended up silently, yet obviously, pining after the spicy red baby. Like a dumb green baby-
🍡- Body swap time! What do you think would happen?
Stuff I’d have to censor if I were to mention it 😳 /hj
hey! I loved the connie one you did and I wanted to request too if that’s okay:))
Midoriya Izuku x Fem!Reader
Deku’s a pro hero and he’s on a important zoom meeting, reader’s bored and decides to climb under the desk to blow him.
Please do add your own details if youd like!
I hope that’s okay 👉🏻👈🏻
pairing: izuku midorya x f!reader
a/n: hey! thank you so much! this is literally one of my favourite tropes but it’s my first time writing it so i hope it’s what you were wanting!
synopsis: you and izuku get interrupted by a zoom call and you decide to continue having fun with him under the desk
tags/warnings: nsfw, oral sex (m receiving), izuku calling you puppy, praise, dacryphilia, voyeurism if you squint, cum swallowing, masturbation, messy sex, slight humiliation at the end
word count: 1.4k
You shifted in your bed lightly at the movement next to you, humming in delight when your boyfriend’s strong arms wrapped protectively around your waist.
“Good morning puppy…”
God, you’d never get sick of that husky morning voice, giggling softly at the soft, sleepy kisses to your shoulders.
You chuckled, sighing contently at the feeling of his barely covered cock rubbing against your ass.
Sleepy morning sex was your favourite, especially with the incredibly doting Pro-Hero who was currently running his scarred fingers over your bare thighs.
More sighs and quiet moans escaped you as you continued to move your ass up against Midoriya’s slowly hardening member, enjoying the soft hums of pleasure from him that echoed in your ears.
A hushed gasp escaped you when the rough pads of Deku’s fingers moved up to tweak your nipples, rolling the soft buds to force delicious mewls from your pretty lips.
Izuku lived for mornings like these, where he just got to hold and cherish you, doing everything he could to remind you just how much he loved and appreciated you.
“Such a good girl…my pretty puppy…”
You whined lightly at Deku’s praise, your face and chest now flushed with pleasure as you tried to wiggle your bum closer to his cock.
“I want it…”
You whined more, placing your hands on top of his that were still busy rolling and flicking your hardened nipples.
“Yeah puppy? What do you w-“
You both jumped at the sound of loud ringing coming from your shared computer that sat in the corner of the room, watching the familiar Zoom symbol light up the screen.
Bakugou Katsuki, Shoto Todoroki and three others are calling…
You glanced back at the sound of the loud groan that escaped your curly haired lover, pouting cutely at the quick kiss he gave you before sitting up.
“Sorry, puppy, I forgot I had a call with the other agencies this morning.”
Izuku sighed, sitting up and slipping on a shirt before getting out of bed, leaving you wet and needy in the messy sheets of your bed.
You huffed, your soft breaths showing in the cold air of your room.
Izuku’s gentle laugh sent a wave of butterflies through your stomach, his brilliant emerald orbs staring into yours lovingly.
“I promise we’ll continue once I’m all done, okay puppy?”
He left one more kiss to your forehead before making his way to the desk, sitting in the wheeled chair before answering the call.
“About fucking time you shitty nerd.”
“Good morning Midoriya.”
You watched from afar as the familiar faces of those in your friend group popped up onto the screen, most of them also looking like they had also just woken up.
Shoto, Bakugou, Kirishima, Iida and Tokoyami were now fully loaded on the screen, and you felt a sense of pettiness that they now had the full attention of your boyfriend.
You often forgot that your friends were not only successful Pro-Heroes, but also representatives of their individual agencies.
As much as you tried to fight off your hormones, you couldn’t help but notice that Izuku was still very hard underneath his boxers. You licked your lips slightly, completely drowning out their voices as you quietly slipped your fingers under the sheets, whimpering at the amount of slick that gathered up on your digits.
You hated touching yourself, since you knew Deku could do a much better job at pleasuring you and giving you exactly what you wanted, but in this moment you didn’t care.
Izuku’s hair was slightly unruly, his curls messy and slightly pushed back from his forehead. His elbow was propped up on the desk with his one hand supporting the weight of his head, his signature smile gracing his features as he spoke with his friends/colleagues. You could faintly see the light freckles that littered his thighs from where you sat, wishing you were sitting on them.
You really tried not to get involved when Deku was doing hero work, especially with calls like this where they were discussing important missions details, but you were feeling seriously horny right now.
Being as quiet as possible, you moved from the bed, inwardly hissing at the cold floor on your bare feet as you stood up.
Izuku noticed your movement from his peripheral but didn’t think anything of it, assuming you were simply getting up to get ready for the day.
It wasn’t until he felt a gentle nudge at his knees that he realized you’d crawled under the desk from the other side, now sat in front of him.
“Hey guys just a second.”
Deku quickled muted his call and turned off his camera, looking down at you with wide eyes.
“What are you doing puppy?”
A loud gasp escaped him when he felt your tongue prodding and sucking on his clothed dick, using your fingers to prod at his balls.
“(Y/n) I-I’m on a call!”
He squeaked, his submissive side bubbling to the surface at your ministrations.
“Want your cock,”
You said curtly, ripping the front of his boxers and watching his cock spring up against his abs.
“Oi, Deku! Hurry the fuck up!”
Another yelp sounded from the pro-hero’s lips as he was reminded of what he was supposed to be doing.
With one more quick, desperate glance at you between his legs he turned on his audio and video, his face now completely red while he laughed awkwardly.
“S-Sorry guys, really had to take a bathroom b-break!”
He explained quickly, doing his best to ignore your soft kitten licks to his tip.
It was no secret between you two that you loved Deku’s cock, it was just so pretty. The delicate curve to the right, accentuated by a single thick vein that ran on the underside. His tip was a cute pink colour, a pearl of precum delicately beaded at the slit. But your favourite thing was his freckles, those cute, multi-shaded spots that spattered randomly across his cock and made it all the prettier.
You really didn’t want to embarrass Izuku or interrupt his important call, but you’d be lying if you said the risk of getting caught didn’t turn you on.
Deku returned to his previous position, elbow propped on the desk and his cheek leant against his hand, but now his other hand was under the table, pushing your hair back sweetly as you continued to leave tentative licks to his tip.
Your eyes glazed over with lust at the taste of his salty precum, bringing your hand up to cup his balls. You started gently sucking on the spot where his balls and the base of his cock met, moaning at the affirming tug at your hair that Deku gave you and forcing a sigh out of him.
You became inpatient very quickly, your tongue lolling out of your mouth to lick a fat stripe from the base of his testis to the slit of his fat tip. Your face was a pretty pink when Deku glanced down at you, tears peppering your lash line and a heavy blush covering the bridge of your nose.
He loved the sight of your already fucked out expression despite him barely doing anything, soft sighs of pleasure rolling past his lips to encourage you.
The curly haired male winced slightly at the feeling of your lips wrapping around the head of his member, sucking on it like it was a fucking lollipop.
Deku’s gaze snapped back up to the screen, his heart thumping loudly at the expectant looks of his colleagues. Did they hear that?
“Is everything okay Izuku? You look rather flushed and you’re making a lot of noise…”
Bakugo snarled when he heard you moan loudly around Izu’s fat tip, watching with a cocked eyebrow at Deku’s pleasure filled face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Izuku gasped suddenly and his forehead hit the desk when you decided to take his entire length in at once, gagging around his cock as it slid farther down your throat.
“N-nothing! Sorry I-I’m just…I d-don’t f-feel good guys…”
The hero tried to laugh off the immense pleasure that was filling him, his legs shaking and his fingers gripped in your locks and trying to hold you off of him.
“This call is important Izuku, please try to-“
Iida was cut off by Deku practically melting in his seat, an unrelenting moan tumbling from his lips and his face going completely red when your nose connected with his pelvis, his cock spasming at the feeling of your esophagus contracting around his girth and sending him into euphoria.
“I g-gotta go guys s-sorry!”
As quick as he could, Izuku ended the Zoom call before rolling back slightly to get a good view of your face.
“F-Fuck puppy I think they heard me…”
He whined loudly, raking his fingers through your hair as you continued to bob around on his length.
He loved seeing you so messy like this, tears dripping down your pretty cheeks and a mixture of his precum and your saliva dribbling out of your mouth onto your chest.
Izuku mewled when you pulled away, panting lightly and pumping his cock in your small hand and licking the tip lazily.
“Puppy wanted Izu-san’s cock, wanna be filled up with his cum…”
God he nearly nutted, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth and pressing against your tongue.
“Such a good puppy. Want me to fuck your mouth? Gonna swallow all my cum?”
You nodded desperately, sucking on his thumb hopefully and looking up at him with glassy doe eyes.
Izuku leaned back in the chair fully, cockily spreading his legs apart and tapping the inside of his thigh.
“Come on puppy, let me use your mouth.”
You happily wiggled forward, hands braced against his muscular thighs as you began to suck on his tip again.
It didn’t take long before Izuku tangled his fingers back into your hair and slowly urged you down his length, his head dropping back onto the head of the chair to just enjoy the feeling of your hot mouth sucking him off.
Saliva dribbled down your chest as you deep throated him again, big globs of tears trickling down your face from the stretch of your lips trying to engulf his thick cock, eyes crossing slightly when you tried to look up at your beautiful boyfriend.
“Look at your face puppy, so lewd. You love my cock don’t you? Love choking on my fat cock and making me feel good?”
You moaned so loudly around him it was almost as if you didn’t have a seven inch rod shoved down your throat, your tongue flattening completely to open your throat more.
You began to bob desperately, just wanting Izuku to use your pretty little mouth like the whore you were and fill you with his milky cum.
More of the hero’s high-pitched whines and breathy moans filled the room, one hand gripping the arm of the chair and the other with a firm grasp on your messy locks.
He practically growled when he watched you snake a hand down underneath you, whimpering as you began to rub your clit.
“So dirty puppy, you’re gonna get off while sucking my cock? Gonna squirt all over the floor for me?”
You gagged harshly at the feeling of Izuku’s entire length being shoved down your throat, barely being able to see the man’s smug face through your thick tears as he held you to his pelvis.
“Breathe through your nose puppy, Izu’s gonna fuck this pretty little mouth for a bit.”
You could barely nod with the harsh grip Izuku had on your hair, any and all thoughts quickly being jerked away from you as he began to thrust his hips.
He carefully held your head in place while he bucked up, using your mouth as a toy, the tip of his cock rutting against the back of your throat.
“Such a good fucking cock sleeve. You’re such a good girl, puppy. Such a pretty little bitch. You gonna cum from my cock? Gonna cum from me using you like a fucking toy?”
Something deep within you wished his words would’ve made you feel bad, but all you felt was his tone rippling straight to your clit.
You rubbed at your puffy little nub, your hips bucking into nothing as you desperately chased your high, whining and moaning around your boyfriend.
Izuku’s thrusts began to stutter, his cock twitching excitedly in the back of your throat while he moaned unabashedly.
“F-Fuck puppy I’m gonna c-cum!”
With a loud groan Deku completely unloaded in your mouth, his seed coating your throat with milky white ropes, some dribbling from the corners of your mouth.
You excitedly sucked, licked and swallowed every bit of your boyfriend’s seed, although you did let some excess drip and cover your tits since you knew he liked seeing you messy.
“Oh puppy, you didn’t finish…”
Izuku mumbled tiredly, coaxing you onto his lap so you straddled his thigh.
“Go ahead puppy, get yourself off on my thigh, you deserve it…”
You nodded and giggled, enjoying the tender kisses he placed on your shoulders as you began to grind yourself on his thigh.
That was, until the computer began to ring loudly again.
You whined loudly in annoyance at the sound, moving your body around so your cum-covered tits and tear stained face were very visible on the screen, ignoring Deku’s confused pleas for you to stop.
You grinned inwardly at the shocked faces of Izuku’s colleagues seeing your nude figure, an innocent smile gracing your features.
“Izu-san’s busy right now, call him back later, ‘kay?”
With that you ended the call and turned back to Izuku, wrapping your arms around his neck and giggling sweetly.
His face flushed and lip trembling, Deku hid his face in your neck, whining quietly.
“You’re gonna kill me puppy…”
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As We Grow: “ALN” Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Domestic AU)
"Steven Grant, sit your ass down before I staple your pants to the damn chair!" Bucky ordered as he climbed over an empty crib box and an unassembled crib to stop his thirty week pregnant husband from moving the unopened box.
"For fuck's sake, Buck," Steve rolled his eyes, sitting in the new nursery rocking chair, "I'm just trying to help!"
"Once you've reached thirty-six weeks, then you can help whenever you want," Bucky stated, moving back to his side of the nursery where one crib was standing and another one was in pieces spread around him. Pointing the screwdriver in Steve's direction, Bucky instructed, "I want you to relax. I don't want you trying to open any boxes. I don't want you trying to assemble anything. I want you to sit there and relax."
Settling in the comfortable cushioned rocker, Steve teased, "Anyone ever tell ya how sexy you are when you're bossy?"
"Yeah, some punk whenever he tries to defy a doctor's order."
Steve chuckled at that and sassily questioned, "Am I allowed to fold these clothes? Or is that against doctor's orders?"
Screwing two of the crib parts together, Bucky muttered, "I'll show you, 'doctor's orders.'"
Smiling, Steve pulled the laundry basket closer to himself. Remaining in the comfy chair, Steve picked up one of the tiny outfits they had been given during Hanukkah. A little frilly, purple floral onesie that Steve adored endlessly. Of course, he adored all of the clothes. Whether they be new or hand-me-downs. Whether they be for Corey or Bitsy and Nevie. It didn't matter to Steve, he adored them all.
Folding the item and setting it on the stool, Steve picked up another item. This time a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt that was once Kit's. Tears started building in his eyes and he couldn't help but sniffle as he folded the sweatshirt that his baby was now too big to wear. And while Steve loved seeing how all of his boys were growing and evolving, it just felt like they were growing too quickly.
Everything passing by in the blink of an eye. One moment, Steve was a new father, holding his tiny firstborn, not knowing a goddamn thing about how to raise a baby. Then, the next, Oliver was walking and talking. Steve was there for every one of his sons' firsts, but he wished that had lingered. Lingered for just a moment longer.
"Stevie?" Bucky asked once he caught the sour note in Steve's scent.
"I'm fine," Steve assured. Sniffling, he clarified, "Just the hormones."
Empathetically, Bucky blew Steve a kiss before returning to his current task. Fondly, Steve watched him for a moment. So unbelievably glad that he got so extremely lucky.
"Can I, uh..." Oliver started, but paused in the doorway to the nursery. Giving Steve a concerned look.
"Can you what, baby?" Steve asked, sniffling and picking up another garment. Folding it as a way to distract himself.
Oliver pointedly looked over at Bucky and then back to Steve as he continued, "Can I stay the night at Tony's?"
"Is your room clean?" Bucky asked, pausing his building as he reread the directions.
"Yup," Oliver quickly answered. Perhaps too quickly.
Studying their oldest, Steve called his bluff, "So, if I were to go upstairs, I wouldn't find toys scattered around? And your clothes would be put away?"
"Sure," Oliver nonchalantly shrugged, then added, "If you can get upstairs to see."
"Oliver Thomas," Bucky reprimanded, pointing the screwdriver in the eight year old's direction. Then, he reminded, "Your papa might not be able to walk upstairs, but I sure as hell can."
Shoulders slumping, he whined, "But dad!"
"But nothing," Bucky pointed to the ceiling, "Clean your room and then you can stay at Tony's."
Rolling his eyes, Oliver dramatically sighed, "Fine."
As the eight year old dragged his feet towards the staircase, Steve folded a pair of dinosaur footie pajamas and scoffed, "Can you believe he's not even a teenager yet?"
"All Barnes kids are dramatic," Bucky chuckled, getting the frame finally set up.
"God, what did I get myself into?" Steve mocked, letting out a deep exhale as one of the pups wiggled into an uncomfortable spot. Well, an uncomfortable spot for Steve.
"Please," Bucky good-humoredly scoffed, "You're one of the most stubborn people I've met. They definitely get that from you."
Steve smiled and rubbed his bump, "Yeah, they sure did."
Letting out a deep exhale, Bucky set the screwdriver down and shook the crib. Just as he had the other one. Just as he had with all of their kids' beds. When it was determined sturdy, Bucky moved it over to the wall where it was going to be stationed.
Hands on his hips as he tried to even out his breaths, "They're good kids though. Must get that from you."
Steve rolled his eyes while his cheeks heated. After nine years of being together, Steve expected to not be so bashful when his mate complimented him. Especially when it was in regards to their children. Especially when it wasn't a new compliment. Yet, there he was blushing like some school boy with a crush.
Crossing the room to get the third crib, Bucky leaned down to kiss Steve's forehead before the omega tipped his head back to share a kiss on the lips. Bucky smiled into the kiss and brought his wrist up to mark over Steve's thirty week bump. All the while, the triplets wiggled about. Wiggled just enough for Bucky to feel them.
"Okay, my room's clean!" Oliver yelled as he raced for the nursery.
Bucky gave Steve one more kiss before opening the third crib box. Oliver rushed into the room. Catching his breath as he looked between his fathers expectantly. For a moment, the men just continued with their tasks. Bucky removing the crib parts from the box; Steve folding the tiny baby clothes.
Steve and Bucky looked over at their son a little startled by the outburst. It even caused one -- or all -- of the triplets to start hiccupping. Sighing, Steve rubbed over his bump and looked over at Bucky. The alpha agreed, "You can stay the night with Tony. Do I need to drive or are they picking you up?"
"They're gonna pick me up," Oliver confirmed, "We're going to the comic book store."
Once the eight year old was out of the room to call his friend, Bucky exaggerated a pout as he mocked himself, "Going to the comic book store without me?"
Balling up a pair of little socks, Steve tossed them at Bucky and lovingly teased his husband, "Nerd."
Catching the socks, Bucky affectionately winked at Steve, causing the omega to blush. Through the bond, there was nothing but love. Even as they quietly went back to their tasks. Working independently, but occasionally looking over at one another and exchanging fond grins. Steve knew that when he looked at Bucky, he saw his future; and Steve knew that Bucky saw the same.
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god my brain is fucking imploding with bastard thots and i blame you and you alone (lovingly)
while playing among us al was doing upload and didnt see race walk in so when he finished race was suddenly there and al jumped so hard and let out a very creative combination of expletives
they do a try not to laugh and everyone thought race would be the first to go but he never cracked meanwhile al was a giggley bitch
al has a butterfly knife and learned to use out of spite. dont ask him about it unless youre prepared for a 5 min rant on why theyre fucking stupid and “a knife is a failure of a weapon if the whole gimmick is trying not to lose a finger!” hes gone on this rant three times on camera. the first was prompted by a q&a and the other two by race because he finds it hilarious
(side hc that may just be me projecting but he really likes knives and swords but not in an r/iamverybadass way but more like a could talk about how rapiers were used in the renaissance for a solid ten minutes)
okay and the hc of al w/ glasses?? race didnt know he wore them until he accidentally walked into a stream with them on and you can see race just... stop working. al doesnt even realize until twitter has blown up again
they took a narcissism test for shits and giggles. the closer your score is to 40 the more likely it is that your a narcissist. race got like a twelve (very bottom of the average score) and al got a fucking zero
after the face reveal despite unconditional support, al was still really nervous and did a twitter poll asking if they wanted face cam because he was convinced that they wouldnt want to see his face every video. the poll came back in favor of face cam 98% to 2%
anon it is unbelievable how perfectly you understand the characterization of these fucking characters omg
i’ll gladly accept the (loving) blame if you never stop sharing the thoughts with me cause i love them
- for someone who plays a lot of horror games with a perfectly straight face he jumps at little things a lot. like,,,, he laughs at FNAF but will have a heart attack if race stands too close to him in minecraft
- albert is a giggly bitch i said what i said. he laughs SO EASILY at LITERALLY EVERYTHING. race has a really good poker face from skits (he got tired of constantly ruining takes with laughing so he learned how to school it) and the main characteristic albert has in those skits is literally “director/live laugh track” (yes, that’s exactly what race put in the credits) so not laughing isn’t albert’s strong suit
- y e s. albert is 100% a bladed weapons nerd. race manages to get him going no less than once a week on stream and it never fails to make him laugh his ass off.
- honestly there’s a lot of moments where “racer.exe has stopped working” or “red.exe has stopped working” is 100% applicable cause they’re simps and every single time albert wears his glasses is a sure fire way to make race cease to function. so far the worst (or best, ig) example of this is the time the we’re doing a charity stream and albert did the ice bucket challenge for 50k so he had to go change and he came back in one of those shirts with the massive arm holes that show your ENTIRE torso cut out and wet hair and glasses and race just could NOT. like he literally forgot how to speak live on stream and everyone (lovingly) made fun of him on twitter and in chat
- of course al got a zero. twitter was like “b a b e y n O” cause the lack of confidence is SO UPSETTING. also race would do it as a complete joke and get a really high score (like,,, 36 or something) and albert would make him take it again for real to prove he’s not actually a narcissist
- oh absolutely. the 2% was a bunch of annoying spam accounts, all of 3 people who hate albert Just Because™️, and a few people who misclicked and retweeted it with a “SHIT NO I MISCLICKED i do want a face cam i’m sorry 🥺”
✨i honestly don’t even care if just me and anon are having fun with this cause all of this is pure serotonin to me and that’s all that matters✨
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𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 | 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢 ↲ || izuku | shoto | katsuki
hi hey hello! this isn’t necessarily valentine’s day themed but i wanted to get SOMETHIN’ out, yknow? so, HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY YOU SINFUL FUCKERS, I LOVE YOU GUYS MORE THAN I COULD EVA EXPRESS. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE SUPPORT N LOVE. KISSES. let’s pretend this came out on time oop--
ya girl is outta pocket and vulgar. i’m highkey lowkey roasting tf outta these poor babies. i cuss like a sailor. crack asf. nsfw asf. characters are 18+, so 18+ only. fem!reader mentions. mention of drugs. i love bullying bakubitch bc him and i are too alike.
he naturally smells faintly of vanilla and tucuma butter.
his cologne smells very warm, woody, spicy n earthy. possibly flannel-y. amber, patchouli, saffron, mahogany, tonka bean, sandalwood, warm musk type beat.
i have a few things he’d prolly smell like:
“bourbon” from bath and body works. (white pepper, dark amber, and kentucky oak)
“earth” from bath and body works. (sandalwood, vetiver, pine, and black pepper)
“teakwood” from bath and body works. (mahogany, black teakwood, and lavender)
i already have earth and bourbon, and those smell good n accurate asf. i’d have to get teakwood to double check but the description of that scent suits him fairly well.
his personal space smells like cinnamon.
i bet this fucker uses a vanilla scented / flavored chapstick or expensive leave-on lip mask
ouuu i just know mans has a full on decked out skincare plan:
cleansing balm, gel AND foam cleanser, toner, liquid exfoliator (physical / scrubby ones are not friendly for the face, don’t let anyone tell ya different), all kinds of serums, oils, and facial masks, moisturizer, sunscreen, etc.
for a FACT he uses sunscreen like he a gahdamn vampire or sum
i’ve had that sunscreen hc FLOATING IN MY HEAD FOR FAR TOO LONG. i’m so glad i finally get to release it into the universe
he also has his own function of beauty custom hair care he gets it either fragrance free or eucalyptus scented
probably uses axe pomade
uses fuckin’ old spice deodorant
not a singular doubt in my noggin, this motherfucker eats hot cheetos
loves spicy nacho doritos
puts jalapeños on his burgers and nachos
this fuckwad likes snickers and reese’s cups
puts hot sauce on his pizza, esp siracha
eats southwestern ranch on salads. gets irritated when his fork doesn’t stab thru his croutons on the first try or when it breaks in half instead 💀
cajun shrimp >>
spicy rice cakes >>
chipotle aioli on his panera breakfast sandwiches >>
gets mango habanero and buffalo sauces on his traditional >> wings from bdubs / buffalo wild wings. he ain’t no boneless bitch like deku.
this one time, deku challenged bakugo to the blazin’ challenge... oof.
long story short, he failed. miserably.
izuku wasn’t gonna give up so easily tho, and as expected, neither would bakubitch. both boys were far too stubborn to back down for the longest. but the challenge had to be cut short cuz iida forced izu-baby to finally drink some milk and water cuz he nearly passed tf out. god that poor boy. him and bakugo were red-faced, steam comin’ out they ears, sweatin’ bullets like nobody’s business n all types of shi.
“Stupid fuckin’ nerd can’t even beat me at eating wings for fuck’s sake,” Bakugo taunted, a pained grin on his face and water threatening to spill from his carmine eyes.
Although he officially lost, determination and fire burned in Izuku’s viridian orbs as he looked at his childhood rival. “I’m gonna get you next time, Kacchan... I fuckin’ promise you that,” he challenged further, even on the edge of unconsciousness as he lays in his close friend’s arms.
Multiple times after trying and trying again, Izuku has yet to beat the reaper-pepper-flavored-wing eating champion; but his determination never fades.
that’s that on that.
mans knows how to cook: breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, and snacks. he’s wifey material, no lie.
he plans just bout all his meals, so he kinda has to know how to cook, yknow?
waffle eating muhfucker. decorates that shi in fruit and whipped cream and syrup and shit.
whips up filet mignon in tha kitchen weekly just cuz he’s that bitch.
he loves him some moist ass double chocolate cake, and damn does he know how to make that shit FIRE, ya heard.
makes his own gelato-- peanut butter and chocolate flavored orrr mango flavored, those are his go-to. is it obvious his fave fruit is mango yet?
i bet he likes sweet tea.
hates american cheese. gouda >> cheddar >> swiss >>
hates white bread. whole grain where it’s at.
buys hella organic foods
doesn’t allow any instant food in his household whatsoever unless it’s ramen or for a special occasion.
keep them dry ass boxed mashed “potatoes” shit out his damn house. bring that fake ass nasty shit into his home and he’ll smack a bitch.
plus why would anyone want that if he’s gonna make it nice n fresh, from scratch, and wit all his explosive love?
he makes his own noodles, bread, and-- honestly this just hit me outta nowhere-- oat milk... he makes his own oat milk too LOL
this man really do it all in tha kitchen ya’ll. wifey material.
him n gordon ramsey need to meet. ASAP. it’s for ... scientific purposes. i just wanna see em yell at each other okay
no one’s allowed in the kitchen when he’s cooking-- he can’t afford distractions. this is his gahdamn domain; do not trespass.
reads a recipe once and it’s engrained in his brain for the rest of his lifetime.
food related holidays with katsuki are straight hell fire.
yes, he has an apron collection. yes, he has a dynamight themed one. no, he’ll never admit to anyone that he also has a deku one. he’ll take that secret to the grave. and yes he also has a red riot one as well.
i can see this mf smokin’ weed. but not super often because it’s not healthy. he’d prolly smoke once every other month before he gives it up completely eventually.
backwoods >> honey or honey bourbon flavor >>
it’s a good thing he knows how to cook cuz when the munchies hit, they hit.
gahdamn does this fucker eat so much shit. he makes full course soul food meals and snacks when the bakusquad link to smoke:
hot cheetos fried pickles, nachos, fried rice, BAKED MAC AND CHEESE WITH PANKO BREADING, potata skins, mozzarella sticks... i feel like he makes deviled eggs specifically for denki LMFAO
ya’ll seen “the boys” from amazon prime? ya’ll know mother’s milk / M.M. from that show? ya’ll know how he use wet wipes to clean his hands often? yeah. bakugo. LMFAO
shops at hollister, pacsun, and zumiez headass
shops from hot topic too-- i mean where ya’ll think he got his boots from huh? but he only buys online. pussy
gold chain and gold watch type beat
wears calvin klein underwear
ripped black jeans type shit.
OH MY GOD HE WEARS TIMBS
HE ABSOLUTELY WEARS TIMBS
also wears jordans. specifically, nike air jordan 1s. in red/orange and black.
on a softer note, his love language is physical touch and spending quality time with you. just lay next to him, nothing has to be said, but the vibe is there. cuddle up to his firm chest and hear his heartbeat trip over its own rhythm when you nuzzle closer to him awe.
just watch how fucking soft his vermillion irises get when he looks at you, silently appreciating how amazing you are
he’s a total softie under that hard exterior 🙄 he needs to stop lying to himself.
he’ll never admit it, but he likes to be babied on the low.
he had a particularly annoying day at work? let him snuggle up to you while you rub his aching back.
he loves laying on top of your form, most likely his face will be buried in between your titties, wanting to feel the heave of your chest.
it makes him very soft, so much serotonin. no-- dopamine. it brings him genuine joy
he can be super gentle and soft when he wants to be
speak softly to him in a low, relaxing voice and this man is simping
ya’ll remember that vine(?) where the guy is driving and he puts his hand on his gf’s thigh and he retracts back right quick to pretend he got burnt and is like “GODDAMN YOU’RE HOT AS FUCK”. bakugo would do that.
he likes mutual cheek and jaw kisses
forehead pressing against forehead and staring lovingly in your pretty eyes vibes
gentle nose kisses
he likes to playfully wrestle with you
he’s competitive sooo yknow this mf takes it the extra mile, and always wins, attacking you with kisses when ya’ll are done n you’re a giggling mess.
but when he’s feeling a little extra soft he’ll let you win
only if you promise to give him kisses tho ✋🏻 he not giving out w’s for free now
he likes calling you “babe”, “baby girl”, and “princess” 🤤
gets annoyed when you call him “boom boom boy”
he likes to be called “babe”, “katsu”, “‘tsuki/‘suki” (only behind closed doors tho hehe), and “king”
he doesn’t like “daddy”,,,
he likes “papi”
HE EMBODIES THAT HE LIKES PAPI OKAY
exhibitionism kink on 1000
this motherfucker would abso-fucking-lutely love to make sex tapes.
or already has.
probably would be featured on “hot guys fuck”... iykyk 😳 don’t question me
“blonde body builder hottie with huge cock pounds a cute brat until she squirts” would be the title for his first video.
he do got a huge cock tbh. thicc n girthy. skinnier than deku’s, but longer. a solid 8.5-9 in. vvv veiny. that shit is muscular ya’ll, it prolly lift weights 😭
shaves everything to baldness, he likes keeping everything super clean and removing hair just makes it easier for him
he HATES shaving tho, it’s so fucking annoying, time consuming, and it pisses him the fuck off when he nics his skin. i think we all agree on this
for sure he has a bidet
mans ass is SO goddamn clean
but he hates his ass to be touched
the typical boyfriend type shit to yell at you after you grabbed his ass:
“You know I fucking hate it when my ass is touched.”
“I’m sorry, ‘Tsuki. It’s just so juicy--”
“I DON’T GIVE A FLYING FUCK HOW JUICY IT IS, DON’T TOUCH MY ASS!” 💀
UGH this fucker has been building his body up for years okay, he needs someone to appreciate the art of his muscles with the utmost gratitude and to remind him that he’s hot as shit, even if he already knows he’s fine asf. reassurance, yknow. give his dick ego a stroke.
kiss this fucker’s abs
lick his toned ass neck
caress his biceps
i bet he likes mutual back kisses
bite on those hefty ass thighs while you look up at him so innocently-- or maybe with a cocky smile on your face
mmm that really riles this man up
‘tsuki is dom asf. leaning more towards hard dom but can be a soft dom when he (or you) wants to be.
you gotta physically fist fight this fucker if you tryna get him to submit. he refuses to be a sub and will NOT go without a fight tf.
once he does finally submit after putting on the MOST EXTRA 👏🏻 ASS 👏🏻 FUCKING 👏🏻 FIGHT, he’s bratty as fuck. he just don’t be giving out shi like that man. you gotta earn it.
“You won’t do shit to me, princess.” headass. 🙄 yeah, he can keep talkin’. but once you’ve got his wrists bound and you’re swallowing his cock whole while your pretty eyes stare up at him is when he starts really enjoying it.
BRATS >> BRAT TAMING >>
he likes it when you’re a stubborn slut for him. because he’s a stubborn lil bitch himself.
give him the good ol’ “What makes you think you have any power over me, boom-boom boy?” ohohooooo you’re fuck’t™.
mmm mirror fucking. he’d love to scoop you up and ram himself deep inside you and watch over your shoulder in the reflection in front of you both as he fucks you.
car sex >> car sex while it’s raining heavily >>
i feel like he likes to get his dick surfed on. ride that dick sis 😌✨
i feel like i can’t stress this enough but
HE 🔊 LISTENS 🔊 TO 🔊 SLOWED 🔊 R&B 🔊 MUSIC 🔊 WHILE 🔊 FUCKING 🔊
ouuuu bitch. i wanna fuck him your honor
he loves degradation.
he will call you his dirty fuckin’ slut.
dumb cock whore.
“you needy slut, you can’t live without my glorious dick for a day, can you?”
he loves to bite and be bitten, as long as it’s not on his cock or ass. this muhfucker will smother you in hickies, especially in places where other people can see them because you’re fucking his, you got that?
absolutely loves to watch his fingers get sucked on
he’d be willing to experiment with the smallest sparkler-like explosions to release in your mouth while doing so to tingle your tongue.
your tongue might feel like it’s been burned by a hot spoon for a day or two buuut, ya win some, you lose some.
what great sex doesn’t come with a little bit of ... residue, if ya will.
he’s definitely an ass man.
loves hitting it from the back/doggy style.
he looooves that ass.
he likes lap dances / to be twerked on / your ass shaking in front of him or on him.
he’ll make that ass clap and pussy purr just for him.
if you got long(er) hair, he’ll wring the tresses around his hand and use that shit like a mf rope. he’ll bend you backwards with your hair in hand and make you look him in the eye as he pounds into you, nothing else but the sounds of your ass cheeks clapping, the low music playing, and your pretty moans bouncing off the walls. OUUUU fuck.
HE WILL DEMOLISH YOU.
impact play + his quirk is SO GOOD. especially for punishing.
ya’ll know this fucker will spank you till you’re sobbing, small explosions bouncing off the flesh of your ass cheeks.
he likes seeing the raised, irritated skin that he caused displayed on his princess’s ass, yet another way to mark what the fuck is his.
he’s very protective, territorial, and POSSESSIVE. his arms will always be around your form in public; whetha’ it’s your hips, shoulders, or waist, he’s touching you somehow.
if someone flirts with his baby or he sees anyone fucking you with their eyes... he goes apeshit. he’ll most likely threaten to pulverize their ass with his bare hands before he mercilessly fucks you to a melted mess in front of them <3
you ain’t goin’ nowhere, so he’ll fill ya with his kids.
also loves to drizzle that ass wit his cream, especially while you shake your ass while he does it 🦋🦋🦋
also loves coating that pretty mouth in his cum.
has the biggest lingerie kink there is, especially if it’s vermillion colored, that drives him 🥜
he’ll eat you (esp from the back) so sloppily ya’ll-- homygod.
he starts off head with a good ol’ pool of saliva dripping from his mouth onto the back of that pussy, holding your hips still so the rapidly cooling sensation of the liquid is all you feel until it drips on the sheets below your form.
THE WAY HE WILL SHLURP YOU UP. loud lip smacking, sweet juices all over his face and dripping down in between your shaking thighs, his grunts vibrating and bouncing off your skin and your pretty moans to finish it all off. his tongue fucking game is a1 holy shit.
edging edging edging edging edging edging edging edging edging edging
he’s gonna make you beg for an orgasm. no free shit. you gotta earn it, babie.
he denies you the push over to euphoria so that way when he finally gives it to you, dear god it feels like your body is fucking levitating because he just kept constantly building you up and up and up until boom-- bliss. your body feels like it fuckin’ exploded.
this man is so soft with aftercare ya’ll.
a relatively comfortable silence, other than the music still playing.
he holds you so close to him, snuggling you up as you finally collect yourself and come back down to earth.
he’ll kiss you all over that pretty face, esp your forehead and cheeks. he’ll give you a cute lul tired smile n chuckle at your fucked out face before he finally tells you how gorgeous you are.
he’ll then let you know that you took his chaotic cock™ like tha bad bitch you are.
then he scoops you up in his big ol’ hero arms-- princess style-- n takes you to the bathroom with him to clean up.
he runs a hot bath for you both, your back pressed against his chest, his head resting over yours or-- his head resting on your shoulder, kissing all up on your marked neck, and his protective arms are wrapped around your waist, whispering sweet n low, raspy “i love you”s. 🥺 wow he’s so cute
katsuki bakugo, ya’ll. a menace. a chaotic bad bitch. a force to not be fuck’t with. we love him in this household. 😌
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pairing : nanami kento x gender neutral reader
warnings : cursing (i think), i didn’t proof-read, fluff i guess?
wordcount : 1600
a/n : this is my first nanami related anything and omg the way i headcanon him makes him appear as some sort of old man asuhjdnsajkdnsa LOL
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Crossing your legs, you nervously tap your foot against the table’s legs, you weren’t used to such a professional atmosphere. This certainly wasn’t commonplace, after all, you even saw some top names from the Japanese filming industry chatting and eating, and you swear you’re sweating bullets. Nervously wiping at your forehead with the handkerchief graciously gifted to you by the waiters, you straighten your back.
“Relax.” you hear your boyfriend say, and you look up to stare at his eyes. Striking, one would almost say dead, but you see a lukewarm smile on his lips that someone would otherwise call scary, but you knew Nanami like that.
Wearing a black dress suit, alongside a crisp dress shirt- not even a wrinkle in sight- he paired them with casual black slacks. The whole thing that brought the outfit together? You were almost sure it was the belt, but you wondered why he was always so over the top, no matter for what occasion.
“Sorry.” you breathe out, and he chuckles dryly before taking off the black dress suit, neatly placing it over the cushioned chair.
“Why would you apologize for that?” he asked, a hint of sarcasm sprinkled in his voice, and you swear your heart is just about to burst.
“...I don’t know, okay?!” you reply, your cheeks warming up, you would never hear the end of this for the rest of the night, but you didn’t mind. When Nanami teased you, it made your heart flutter. Maybe it was because he was serious and cold with everyone else, and so playful and bright with you, you weren’t entirely sure.
“How cute. Do you want a drink?” he questioned before picking up the menu, eyes briefly scanning it. You too pick up the menu, and your eyes damn near bulge out of your head.
Expensive alcohol, expensive casual drinks, expensive everything. Was it even legal to charge 70$ for a simple bottle of sake? You weren’t even going to get into the wine, that was on a whole other level.
“Well, my love? You don’t need to worry about the expenses.” he placed the menu down, calculating eyes boring into your soul. “I work a boring job just to spoil you, after all.”
“These are really expensive...” you don’t lock eyes with him, even though you had dated him for a long time, you still found those eyes to be sort of scary. Not in a bad way necessarily, but just... Scary.
“I’ll just have a water-”
“No. You will not be having water. You always worry too much about money.” he leaned over the table, thumb placed onto your chin, slightly tipping your head upwards. The rest of his fingers caressing your skin in any way possible.
His fingers were cold to the touch, and you shiver, eyes darting left and right before you build enough courage to look at him back. He’s not looking at you, rather, the menu you were holding- and he was looking at it upside down.
Did this guy have anything he was bad at?
“Hm, darling, didn’t you say you like sweet tea? This is fairly inexpensive, 25 dollars?” he pointed at the inscription, a picture of sweet tea right next to it. You had to admit, it did look yummy, and you swallow just now realizing how dry your throat is.
“No.. I think I’ll just have water-”
“Listen, love.” he looked back up into your eyes. “I know you want it, just say it already.”
That was also something you always loved about Nanami, he was persistent and stubborn. You didn’t mind water, but you also didn’t mind sweet tea, you just didn’t want to create a deeper hole in his wallet.
“Let’s skip appetizers.” sitting back down on his seat, he yawned before placing an arm on the table, arm rubbing against the white stainless cloth.
Looking back up from your menu, you look at his sandy blonde hair that you found yourself to comb with your hands mercilessly every single night, he always was annoyed when you did it, and you can’t help but question what he would do now- especially since he had brushed it to look perfect.
“I know what you’re thinking. No. You’re not going to do that. Did you pick anything yet?”
“How’d you know?- You know what, nevermind.” shaking your head, you giggle. It was like he could read your mind.
“Uh, this sounds good. The grilled salmon?” you were talking out of your own ass, to be truthful. Fancy restaurants weren’t your thing, and nor was the food. Salmon was familiar enough.
“Wonderful choice. I knew I picked well when I started dating you, my sweet.” crossing his arms, he had an arrogant smile that he couldn’t quite hide from you, it just showed how much you mattered to him, as he didn’t hand out compliments like candy.
“May I take your order? We have a special Valentines Day sale, so every dish is 10% off.” the waitress whipped out a notepad, pencil behind her ear. Even the work uniforms here were formal.
“Yes, thank you ma’am.” Nanami licked his finger before flipping the page of his menu. “May we have grilled salmon, for the both of us, sweet tea, and champagne?”
God, you found his polite tone so attractive for little to no reason.
The waiter quickly jotted everything down, before nodding. “Alright, I’ll be back with your drinks! Please let me know if you need anything~” before walking off, and you can still hear the clacking of her heels against the floor.
Once the waiter was gone from both of your vision’s, Nanami turned back to look at you, as he was admiring the architecture of the establishment.
“You’re adorable.” was all that left his lips. Blushing, you awkwardly smile at him back, you weren’t good with compliments, and he knew you weren’t. He just found you so endearing.
“Shut up, Nanami.” his arm reached out to touch yours, and so did yours. Briefly touching each others hands, he stared lovingly at you, and you did so back.
Immediately jumping up, you look at the waiter, who had a smug all-knowing grin plastered onto her face. Two drinks sat on top of a silver platter, one had a lemon slice on the side, and the other was obviously champagne.
“Your sweet tea and champagne, your food will be coming out shortly.”
Nodding, you turn to face Nanami yet again, praying that he didn’t see you jolt up like that, but his sly smile says otherwise.
“Are you that embarrassed that the world knows your mine?” he had a neutral look on his face, and you take a second to marvel at his cheekbones and defined jawline before snapping out of your daze.
“It was only one person! That’s not the whole world, Nana!” you say, growing more comfortable in your seat, surprisingly it was pretty fun being here. Taking a light sip of your sweet tea, you savor the slight lemon-y taste.
“Nana. That’s a new one.” scoffing, he too took a sip of his beverage, smacking his lips together. “I like it.”
“The drink or?”
“Both, but I think I like you more.”
Not knowing how to respond to that, you look down at your lap, and you hear him laugh a little before feeling him plant a kiss onto your forehead, whipping out his phone as he sat back down on his chair.
“Hmmm... The stock market isn’t doing so well right now.” he turned his back on you, whispering to himself. The guy swore to every God out there that he was not interested in his job, but you just knew he had an interest in finances in general, which you also liked about him. He was dorky, in his own way, and it was adorable.
“Blegh... Nerd talk, nerd talk.” Placing your arm on your table and resting your hand on your chin, you use your unoccupied one to have your hand seem to yap away- 4 fingers repeatedly tapping against your thumb so that it looked like a mouth.
“It reels in copious amounts of money, but I fucking hate it, haven’t I told you this multiple times?” he tsked.
“Language, Nanamin!” you warn, as if you could place a finger on him, ignoring his previous comment.
“Yeah, yeah. Oh hey, look, she’s back with our food.”
Looking back up, the first thing you realize was how god damn delicious the salmon looked, and your stomach grumbles with excitement, the other? A bouquet of roses that she was holding, rogue rose petals dancing down onto the floor, a bow loosely wrapping the flowers together.
It takes a while to recognize what Nanami had done prior to this.
Looking at him, your mouth opening and closing, eyes wide open, you try to speak but you can’t. He gazes back unanswering, but his eyes tell you everything you need to know, he probably doesn’t regret it.
“Shhh...” he shushes you up, crossing his legs, before letting his sneaking smile go free. “Happy Valentines Day, darling.”
“Fuck you! Is this why you didn’t let me take you out for a date this time around?” you whine.
Nanami covered his mouth, but you can still hear him laughing. Truthfully you gave no fucks, and was just happy that Nanami was so romantic, but the guy was gonna be the death of you.
“Love you too, darling.”
Yeah, he definitely was going to be the death of you, but at this point, you didn’t care.
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I’ll Take Your Man(s)- 5
Characters: EZ Reyes x black!reader, Miguel Galindo x black!reder
Summary: EZ finally decides to be a good friend when its too late.
Warnings: You’ll hate Emily probably more than Carmen. angst (I was on my period when I wrote this soooo, you’re gonna cry. sorry not sorry.), smut (once again hormones played a part so sorry not sorry lol), some racist pos, TW: Mentions of death.
A/N: I truly was just fucking around with part 1 and thought of it as a one shot now I got a whole series going. I love everyone for the support. Look out because I got some more hitters for you.
Miguel Gif Credit: @xxrouxx
EZ Gift Credit: @alessandroborghee
“The princess is up before 9?” Kennedy, your dad’s nurse asked as she set up his medication.
You smiled brighter than you have in days. “EZ is taking me out today. Just me and him, like old times.” Last night you could barely sleep. It was like the night before the first day of school. You were so excited to have alone time with him. Work, your dad, his stuff with the club and Emily took away your time with him. Today was going to be perfect.
Kennedy stopped counting the pills and looked at you with pure shock. “So, he finally manned up and asked you out? I thought I would never see the day.”
“Oh, it’s not a date. Just two friends hanging out like old times.” You maneuvered around Kennedy, setting plates for the breakfast tacos you just made. You didn’t want EZ driving on an empty stomach.
Kennedy clicked her tongue and gave an unbelievable okay. Just as you were about to ask her what all that was about, there was a knock on the door.
Running to the door, you unlocked it and greeted EZ. “C’mon, I made tacos!” You tugged the mammoth of a man inside of your house. EZ greeted Kennedy and your dad.
Like the respectful man Mr. Felipe and Ms. Marisol raised him to be, he went to shake your dad’s hand. The man definitely felt and looked weaker than the last time he saw him. EZ couldn’t believe how much of an asshole he has been. He’s been dealing with Emily while you were dealing with this all alone. No wonder you were always almost on the verge of tears. This was too much for one person to handle, but that was the end of it today. He was going to be more present and help you out some more in whatever way you needed.
“Ezekiel,” your dad lit up when he saw him. “You’re out, son?”
Your heart dropped. Even though it’s been a while since Ezekiel been over, he’s been to your house multiple times since he’s been released from prison. Just when you thought you were going to have a good day, something like this happens. “Daddy, E-,”
EZ held up a hand and sat on the couch next your dad. “Mr. Y/L/N, yeah, I got out a few months ago. Sorry, I haven’t been over, things have just been crazy. But enough about me,” he gently tapped your dad’s chest. “You’re looking like a million bucks.”
Your dad turned towards to you, not even registering the tears in your eyes. “You hear that baby? EZ said I look like a million bucks. Now you can stop worrying about me.”
“Yeah, daddy. You’re still the most handsome man in Santo Padre. Men better watch out for their wives and the women better hold onto their panties.”
Your dad let out a hearty chuckle that worried you some. He hasn’t laughed like that without coughing in a long time. “Oh, baby that’s nice, but I only had eyes for one woman and that ain’t ever gonna change. Anyway, I ain’t dropping panties like this handsome devil over here.”
It’s not panties, its panty. Well, you speculated that EZ has had sex with Emily at least once since he’s been back. What other reason would he tolerate her using him like that? Pussy ass whipped boy.
“No sir, just focusing on me right now.”
“That’s good, son. You know Y/N is still single for whatever reason. I think she’s waiting on a certain someone.”
He laughed at your embarrassment. “So, what are you two up today?”
EZ kept his eyes on you as he answered your dad. “Um, day at the beach, batting cage, maybe a movie and then some ice cream.”
“So, like old days?”
“Exactly, sir. I think some nostalgia would be good for both of us.”
Your dad slapped Ez’s thigh. “Well, hurry up and eat breakfast, so you two can get out of here.”
As the four of you ate, EZ and your dad did most of the talking. You were still a bit raw from their interaction earlier. EZ handled it so effortlessly, you didn’t realize how much this weighed on you. Of course, you had Kennedy, but she wasn’t there before the dementia. She only got glimpses of the vibrant man he once was. But EZ on the other hand has seen it all. There was no one else to relive memories with him, but in that moment, you had Ezekiel.
EZ noticed your silence and slipped his hand underneath the table to grip your hand for support. Now, he was going to make sure today was extra special for you.
Just like EZ said he took you out to the beach. There you stressed him out with all your running. Your boobs were bouncing too much and other guys were noticing. In fact, he threw his kutte over you for some modesty, but then he was the one sporting a hardon. Seeing you in his kutte was more beautiful than you dressed nicely.
The beach was as fun as it was torturous. You had a water fight with EZ, raced him along the shore, and laid down and read a book together. But all those activities were done with him being shirtless and with the sun beating down on him, there was a thin sheen of sweat on him that made him glisten.
Then the batting cage was no different. The both of you were fully clothed, but with EZ guiding your hips, you might as well have been naked. You could feel every one of EZ’s muscles. And you didn’t make it any easier for him neither. Your ass backing up him was testing his patience. But somehow the both of you were able to keep your cool.
The two of spent too much time at the batting cage because Coach EZ wanted to perfect your form so you skipped the movies and went straight for ice cream.
EZ took you to the hill that overlooked Santo Padre. This was your favorite spot back in high school. The two you would come up here to study, clear your heads, or simply enjoy the view. The last time you were here together was after Marisol’s death. You sat up here and held EZ as he cried his eyes out.
“Sorry, I wasn’t here for you when your mom passed.” Guilt racked EZ. You were there for every major event in his life, but where was he for yours. In prison, because he let grief and revenge consume him.
You slid your hand across the blanket and held his hand. “Ezekiel, you were in prison. What could you have done? Plus, Angel and Mr. Felipe were a great help. Angel really stepped up and took care of me.” It was true. What EZ didn’t know was you were going down a dark path after your mom’s death. Excessive drinking, partying with the wrong crowd. Anything to numb the pain you did it. Well, it didn’t sit well with Angel. He couldn’t save his brother from destroying his life, but he could save you, his brother’s best friend.
“Oh my god, you didn’t have grief sex with my brother?” There wasn’t an ounce of jealousy, he was just joking. EZ knew as much as Angel liked to yank his chain about you, he would never actually put the moves on you.
You nudged his shoulder and cackled. “We totally did. Right in Bishop’s chair in Templo.”
“You little shit,” he growled and began tickling you.
The tickle attack lasted a couple of minutes, but eventually he stopped to let you catch your breath. EZ lovingly watched as the moonlight bathed you. Every flaw about yourself that you confided in him he thought was beautiful.
Even in a town like this you were a minority. Thank god, you didn’t live in some Klan land, but still living here brought some insecurities of not looking like the other girls. But everything you were insecure about EZ loved it and everything else.
You caught EZ’s hand and intertwined your fingers. Mindlessly you twisted your conjoined hands, enjoying how the moon shined on them. “Don’t worry, you’ll be there for dad’s.” It was somber, but true. Each doctor’s visit, the news wasn’t getting any better.
“Y/N…” EZ shifted your face towards him and he caught the glint of a tear in your eye. Quickly you wiped it away when you saw he noticed it. “Can we talk about something else?”
And you did. Being up on the hill brought back so many memories. So, that’s what y’all talked about. How he and Angel broke you out of your shell, the time you both got in trouble for sneaking into an R-rated movie, the time you almost fought a mom in the stands from an opposing team because she was a racist piece of shit, the competitions you would have at the carnival, the weekends spent being called nerds by Angel because you would go to the library, and so much more.
“This is our life now, huh? You a biker and me a bartender. Who would’ve thought?” You two had plans and God laughed right in your face.
EZ chuckled and held onto you tighter. “Yeah, you were supposed to be at Stanford with me. Then law school.”
“With our luck it would’ve been like How To Get Away With Murder.”
EZ kissed your temple and pinched your side. “No, it wouldn’t have. Each of us would’ve graduated top of our respective classes.”
“Prosecutor Y/N Y/L/N and Immigration Attorney Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes. Then we would have big ass houses living right next door to each other.”
But did he want separate houses? Not really. Thinking back on it, the year he had left you behind for Stanford, he figured out his feelings for you. When he started noticing the ache of missing you hurt more than the ache of missing Emily, he realized he loved you. But how does a 19-year-old kid tell his girlfriend the girl he told her was just a friend and not to worry about was really the love of his life?
The answer is you don’t or at least not in Ezekiel Reyes’ case. You bury those feelings deep down until you forget about them and 8 years in prison help. Only problem is when you get out and the love of your life is all grown up and has full access to you now those feelings resurface. Then you realize that your dorky best friend has always been the one for you and she’s the one you should be spending all your time on.
“You really think I’ll be at my house if you live next door? You’ll be calling me for help every other night, Y/L/N.” EZ believed this alternative him would’ve smartened up and he would be at your house every night. In your bed. Naked.
Pulling yourself off him, you punched him in the shoulder. “Uh, excuse you, sir. You would be asking for my help and then I would have to make food for you.”
No argument there. You were just as smart as he was. “Okay, you’re right. But even though life hasn’t gone like we hoped, I think we’re doing just fine. We still have each other.”
“Yeah, when you’re not occupied with the white witch.” You don’t know what compelled you to say that. Everything was perfect then you had to ruin the moment. Maybe you just got tired of biting your tongue.
“Hey,” EZ cupped your face and leaned his forehead against yours. “No one is more important to me than you. Trust me.”
“Okay,” you mumbled as you looked into his sincere eyes.
EZ rubbed your nose with his and kissed it. “I mean what is it with you two anyway? You used to be able to tolerate each other in high school and now you can barely be in the same room.” EZ always knew you were never fond of Emily back then, but the shit the two of y’all got going on now is some Hatfields and McCoys type of beef.
Thank god your phone started ringing, because EZ was gonna see through the lie you were gonna tell. It was Kennedy on the phone, and you could hear your dad’s loud howls. She didn’t even need to tell you he was having a bad episode, you could hear it. Hell, even EZ could hear it. He started packing up as soon as he heard the yells. “C’mon,” he held his hand out and helped you into his bike. Never in his life has he drove as fast before.
It seemed like pure chaos as you stepped into your house. Your dad was screaming his head off asking where was your mom and you. Kennedy did her best, but at times like these only you could get him to calm down.
“WHERE’S MY WIFE DAMN IT?”
“Hey, hey, hey handsome calm down.” You wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead and kissed it. Immediately he stopped thrashing against the chair.
“What can I do?” EZ asked Kennedy.
She patted his shoulder. “Nothing unfortunately. He only calms down for her. But you can be there for her. Y/N doesn’t say anything, but this drains her. She needs all the support she can get.”
God, how much were you keeping from him? How could he call himself your best friend and not know you’re suffering like this? What happened when he picked you up today was nothing compared to this.
“Oh, my baby girl. Who the hell is that strange woman and why is she saying your mama is dead?”
No tears. Not in front of him, you told yourself. “That’s Kennedy, she’s your nurse.”
“I ain’t sick. What do I need a nurse for?”
You grabbed his hand and kissed it. “Yeah, you are. You’ve been sick for a while like Mama’s been dead for a while.”
He shook his head back and forth. “No, impossible. I don’t get sick. What are you talking about?”
“Daddy, what year is it?”
“It’s 2012. I know it cause Eze-,” he stopped his sentence as soon as he saw EZ. Then realization hit him, and his tears flooded his eyes. “I did it again, didn’t I?”
You held onto his hand tighter as his body began to shake. “It’s okay, daddy.”
Your dad patted your head and cupped your cheek. “No, it’s not. It’s getting more frequent and I can’t keep doing this to you.” He raised his hand and beckoned EZ to come to him. “Promise me you’ll watch over her. She’ll fight you on it because she’s hardheaded.”
“Hey, I’m right here.”
Both men ignored you and continued their conversation. “No worries, Mr. Y/L/N. I’ll always be there for her.” EZ stared at you until his phone started buzzing. “Shit.” He declined the call and sent out a text. He didn’t have time for this shit.
“Okay, handsome let’s get you ready for bed.” Kennedy offered to help but you declined as usual and told her to go home. Episodes like these made you want to spend as much time as possible with him. So even though you were dog tired, you would help him.
EZ promised you that he would be there when he was done. There was no way he was leaving you after a night like this. Except his phone wouldn’t stop ringing. When he texted Emily telling her not tonight, she lost her shit. She would triple text him and then call him multiple times. It got to the point that he had to answer the phone. “Emily, I said not tonight.”
“But it’s an emergency.” She couldn’t believe it. She saw his Instagram and knew he spent the day with you, but he couldn’t still possibly be with you. And if he was, it was time for him to leave.
“I’m going through my own emergency right now. I can’t help you right now.”
“5568KGC7422PQ.” She rattled off the ID number effortless.
None of that meant anything to EZ. “I don’t have time for this, Emily. What the hell was that?”
“Mr. Y/L/N’s insurance ID number. One click and it goes away and Y/N won’t have time to talk to you or my husband. She’s gonna be busy working to pay bills.”
Now EZ understood why you called Emily the white witch. “Ugh, I’ll be there in a few. But this is the last time, Em.”
Emily smiled to herself as she fixed her boobs in the mirror. “See you soon, Ezekiel.” History trumps everything and it was best to remind you and EZ of that.
You came into the kitchen to grab a glass of water to put by your dad’s bed when you heard EZ. Fucking Emily called and he came running like a fucking dog every time. “Club shit?” You asked to see if he would lie to you.
“I think you know it’s not.” EZ could tell by your tone you heard part of the conversation and that you were upset about it. He couldn’t blame you. Every time that you hung out, it seemed like Emily interrupted it. “I’ll be gone for a little bit, but I’m coming right back.”
Instead, a pouring your dad a glass of water, you poured yourself a glass of whiskey. “Don’t bother. I don’t need to be an afterthought.”
“Y/N, I promise this is nothing like that. Let me handle this and I’ll be back.”
You threw back the drink, not even wincing as it hit the back of your throat. “Nah, have fun with the bitch who killed your baby just to get back at you, even when she had a choice not to raise the baby.” You slammed back another drink. This night was ending completely different than you thought it would.
EZ paused putting on his kutte, “Excuse me?” He went into the kitchen when you didn’t answer him. It wasn’t even the insult that has him pissed. He deserved it for the way he’s been acting. It was that last part that threw him off. “What are you talking about?”
You weren’t tipsy, but felt more relaxed due to the liquor, which meant loose lips. You promised yourself that you would never tell EZ this, but you wanted him to hurt as much as you did.
You would have not been on this girl’s doorstep, but EZ had called you frantic. When he called, you could barely understand him. All you heard was ‘Emily’, ‘pregnant’, and ‘abortion’. It wasn’t too hard to figure out what was going on after that. She was going to kill your best friend’s baby and you were here to convince her otherwise.
“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Emily didn’t hide her disdain for you, but it didn’t bother you. This was all about saving EZ’s family.
“I came here to talk.”
Emily fully came out to the porch and closed the door. “So, talk.”
Oh, you weren’t even going to make it inside. No manner ass having ass bitch. You counted to three to calm down. This wouldn’t work if you lost your temper. “EZ called me today and I just want you to know that I’m not trying to tell you what to do with your body. If you genuinely don’t want this baby, I’ll take you to the clinic myself, but if you’re doing this just to get back at EZ, please reconsider. You won’t even have to raise the child, I will.” Tears were streaming down your face now. You didn’t realize how much you wanted to save this child until now. It was possibly your last lifeline to EZ.
Emily guffawed. “Even if I did have the baby, I would put it in the system before I ever give it to you.” She went full evil white woman. “You think I would give you my baby, so you can live out some weird fantasy of being a family with EZ? No fucking way. Actually,” she grimaced at you as she fluffed your hair. “Thank you, Y/N, you cemented my decision in terminating this pregnancy.”
This was the opposite of what you wanted. You thought Emily would see sense, but her hate for you wouldn’t let her.
“Emily, please. I’ll help with whatever bills. Just don’t do this to Ezekiel. He needs something to live for.”
“Ha! He did it to me first and like he said he won’t be getting out. Come on, Y/N he killed a cop. He’s gonna die in prison. There’s nothing for him to live for. Plus, do you think you could really afford to help me out? The whole town knows your mom’s sick and you’re on the verge of dropping out of school. You have more pressing issues than whatever I do with my uterus. Now go home before I call the cops. We don’t want you adding legal fees to those financial issues or you becoming the new hashtag.”
And just like that Emily slammed the door in your face, making her the person you hated the most.
EZ was in denial. Emily couldn’t have been that evil and demented. That was the Emily he dated. But he did just get a glimpse of her when she threatened your dad. “I-, III-, I- have to go.” EZ ran out your house. He needed to get down to the truth.
Stupid Ezekiel. You thought you were going somewhere with him. But somehow you couldn’t compete with Emily. Normally, you don’t talk down on other women, but what the hell was so special about her. If there was a white woman to simp over, there were plenty of better choices than her.
As you went over the list of better white women in Santo Padre your phone started ringing. “Hello,” you answered harshly thinking it was Ez calling to apologize.
“Someone’s in a bad mood.” Miguel’s smooth voice soothed your nerves.
“How the hell did you get my number?” Truthfully, you weren’t shocked, but it was somewhat annoying that he could get this easy access to you, especially when you’ve been trying to avoid him.
“You and I both know I can get to you if I want to. But that’s besides the point. What is troubling you?”
You sighed and leaned against the wall. You needed to vent, but Miguel Galindo was not the person for that. “Long day. Anyway, what may I help you with, Mr. Galindo?”
“We’re back to Mr. Galindo? What did I say about that, Y/N?” The use of his formal name reminded him of his father and the last thing he wanted to think about was him when he was with you.
His voice got deeper when he said your name which touched parts of you that it shouldn’t be touching. How in the hell did Emily score this man? He was so fucking alpha and boss. What in the hell was he doing with a weak bitch like Emily?
“Yes, I would prefer it that way.”
“I wouldn’t.” He needed to hear you say his name. He wanted, no he needed you to be comfortable with him.
As you argued with him about formalities he pulled into your driveway, happy to see EZ’s bike was nowhere in sight. He chuckled at your professional tone you tried to keep it formal as he knocked on your door.
“Ugh, hold on. Everyone and their mama want to bother me today.” Swinging the door open you saw a smiling Miguel, but then it fell as soon as his eyes settled on you.
This was the most frazzled and upset he saw you. Instantly, he pushed off the column and wrapped your arms around you. “What’s wrong?”
You weren’t going to cry. You refused to cry. “Nothing,” your voice slightly wavered, but you were gonna be strong. Oh shit, no you weren’t going to be strong. “Everything,” you cried as you crumbled in Miguel’s arms.
“Was it the prospect?” Miguel’s been waiting on the chance to get his hands on EZ.
“No,” you lied, protecting your idiot best friend.
Miguel knew you were lying. He could smell the motor oil all over you. It was the same smell Emily tried to cover up.
“He’s with my wife, isn’t he?”
“No. He has club shit to do. Not everything is about you Mr. Galindo.” You pulled away from him and poured yourself another drink.
Miguel joined you on the couch and held your hand. “I’m sorry. I genuinely care for you and I know how much it hurts you when he leaves you.”
“You genuinely just want to get in my pants, but sorry Mr. Galindo it ain’t gonna happen. So, you can take your car and your fake concern and get the fuck out of my face.”
Miguel could tell you were lashing out, but you had the wrong one tonight. “Listen to me,” he jerked your chin tightly. “None of what I feel for you is fake, you need to understand that. So you need to drop the attitude, now. Do you understand me?”
“Mmhmm.” You pouted at the dominance. You might as well have rolled over and expose your underbelly.
He tried to pretend he didn’t see how delectable your lips look, but they were calling to him. One touch was all he needed. His thumb swiped your bottom lip.
This was the touch you were craving. Yeah, Jordan fucked you yesterday, but it wasn’t intimate. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t the support you needed. So, when you kissed Miguel you didn’t think about EZ or Emily. Your sole focus was on yourself for once.
It was selfish of him not to question it, but Miguel wasn’t going to miss his opportunity to know what your lips felt like against his. Then he especially didn’t stop you when you hopped in his lap and started to grind against him.
You could feel that Miguel wanted to touch you more. He may not have stopped you, but he wasn’t going to do more than what you allowed him to. That’s why you guided him to your core.
Miguel wasted no time. His fingers dipped into your channel and he just knew he was addicted without a taste. “Just know you signed your soul to the devil,” he whispered against your lips as he watched you writhed in pleasure.
EZ rushed to get to Emily. She had a whole lot to clear up and he needed to get back to you quickly.
As soon as he came into view, Emily ran to hug him, but he stepped back and put an arm between them. “Did you abort our baby out of spite?”
“What? Where is this coming from EZ?” She thought they were over this. He assured her they were when she came to him crying about Cristobal.
“Did you or did you not kill my baby because Y/N offered to keep it?” His voice got louder with each word he said. EZ knew all of it was true, you wouldn’t lie on someone like that, even Emily,
Emily couldn’t lie her way out of this. Your word was good as the Bible to EZ. “I was just a kid, EZ and I was hurt. I didn’t mean any of it.”
“You didn’t mean any of it?! You threatened to call the cops on her and then explicitly told her that you hoped she didn’t become the next hashtag. Teenagers aren’t that fucking evil. They know better. It’s happening fucking right now. Oh my god.” He began pacing and rubbing the back of his head. “I can’t believe I’m just now seeing the real you.”
“Ezekiel,” she tried to reach out to him, but he shrugged away from her touch.
“Stay the fuck away from me and Y/N. And if you ever threaten her father ever again, I’m gonna make you regret ever meeting me.”
Emily watched through hot tears as she EZ rode away. She knew she just lost him. There was no turning this around. You officially won EZ. At least she still had her husband or so she thought.
“Oh fuck, right there,” you rolled your eyes to the back of your head and grabbed a fistful of Miguel’s hair as he made you his dinner plate.
You don’t know what the fuck you were doing. One minute you were making out with the man, the next he was fingering, and now he was trying to ‘suck the sadness out your pussy’ his words not yours.
Again, you questioned what the fuck Emily was doing with EZ when Miguel was eating pussy like this. Woman had her priorities all the way fucked up.
“God, you taste so good. You’re going to let me get a taste whenever I want?” Miguel looked up at you as he kissed your inner thigh and fingered your pussy.
“Mmhmm,” you easily agreed. If you weren’t on the brink of orgasm number 3, you may have been able to tell him no. But at this point you were about to hop on this married man’s dick with no thought except your next nut.
Miguel knew as soon as the orgasm haze fade away, you would pull away from him. That’s why he was trying to imprint his name on your pussy. Every time you or another person touched it, he wanted you to think of him.
You had to grab a throw pillow to keep quiet. Miguel was making sure you never forgot exactly who the fuck he is.
“C’mon princesa, let me hear you.”
Just as you quietly screamed his name you locked eyes with EZ. It looked like he had been crying, but that was quickly replaced with pure fury.
Rapidly you got up, fixed yourself, and put yourself in between the two men. Repeatedly you were calling out EZ’s name because he was zoned in on Miguel and even though you were mad at him, you didn’t want him to die.
“Stay in here.” EZ ordered you in a deadly whisper.
Quickly you called Angel. You weren’t strong enough to hold back EZ. “Angel I need you to come over asap. It’s EZ.”
“Man, I knew he was a crier when he has sex.”
“Angel this is serious! He’s about to fight Miguel!”
Angel was already putting on his clothes, but now he was rushing. “Why is that Y/N?”
Angel paused to process what he hears and then ran to his bike. “I’m on my way now, but once I’m finished with my dumbass brother, me and you are having a long conversation.”
Did you listen to EZ’s order? Nope. EZ had the look on his face when he was trying to find Ms. Marisol’s killer all those years ago.
“Go back inside!” Both men ordered you.
You ignored both of them and tried to get in between them. “EZ, please calm down.” It was easier to get the prospect to listen or you thought that it was.
EZ easily pushed you behind him and got in front of Miguel. “So, you’re taking advantage of vulnerable women now? Low, even for you.”
“Ezekiel, let me tell you something. I didn’t take advantage of anyone. I came to be a supportive friend unlike yourself. What exactly was so important that you had to leave your best friend in such a vulnerable state?” Miguel knew the answer was his wife, but he wasn’t expecting EZ to admit that.
“Yeah, I went to leave to tell your wife to leave me the fuck alone because she couldn’t take no as an answer over the phone, so she threatened Y/N’s dad.” EZ chuckled and shook his head. “You two are really the perfect couple.”
Miguel tilted his head at what EZ implied. He wanted to dig into it more, but you stepped in between them once again. Miguel grabbed a hold of your wrist and pushed you behind him despite you trying to stop him. “See, the problem is you’re so much of a fool that it was too easy for my wife to manipulate you. Me and Emily are nothing alike because I would’ve simply threatened you. Anyways like I said, I came here to be a supportive friend to Y/N.”
“Of course, you’re definitely the more violent one out of the two of you. Would it have been the acid, or would it be a beating then display my body in the church for the whole town to see? Plus, does support mean being in between Y/N’s thighs, because I haven’t given that type of support before.”
Miguel slowly smirked and rolled his tongue around his mouth as he stepped closer to EZ. “What? Are you mad I got a taste before you?”
And that’s when you knew you were going to have to start planning EZ’s funeral. He threw a punch but miss due to Miguel being quicker than you thought he would. “Stop it!” You yelled at them, but they weren’t paying attention to you.
Neither one was landing their punches, so you were thankful for that, especially for EZ. You knew if EZ had touched that man his days with the MC and his days in general were over. Thankfully, Angel got there in time and was able to separate the two. “Get him the fuck out of here, Y/N!” Angel pointed to Miguel as he held back EZ.
You rushed Miguel to his car. “He’s a himbo. Please don’t kill him.”
Miguel tilted your chin up and pecked your lips. “He’s only alive because of you. Tell him he should thank you every day for that. I’ll be in touch.”
“Miguel,” you leaned into his car window and tried not to fall for his beautiful, crafted face. “Tonight, was a mis-,”
He stopped you with a heart stopping kiss. “Don’t finish that sentence. See you later, princesa.”
As Miguel drove off Angel started yelling at you. “Did you really have to kiss him? TWICE?”
“He kissed me. Not the other way around.”
That was enough, he didn’t need to hear anymore. EZ grabbed your hand and started pulling you towards your house. “C’mon you need to shower and then go to bed.”
“And I can do that all alone.” You snatched your wrist back. Now that it was just you and EZ could focus your anger back on him.
“We don’t have to sleep in the same bed. I’ll sleep in your dad’s recliner.” There was no way he was going to sleep on the couch Miguel was just eating you out on.
“We’re not doing anything. In fact, we’re not sleeping in the same house. In fact, go to the hoe you abandoned me for. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind housing you.” With that you thanked Angel and shut the door right in EZ’s face. It was time to realize that you would never be a priority and move on. Just hopefully moving on didn’t include a married man.
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Chapter 4: 6 Months Later
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Summary- It’s six months into 2017 and Y/N really needs a place to move into. Luckily Jungkook and Hoseok have an opening.
word count- 3.2k
pairing- asshole!Namjoon x Reader
genre- collegeau, e2l, angst
warnings- lots of swearing, alcohol consumption, Jungkook being mean (but only because he cares!)
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Sighing, you looked at the apartment listings for what seemed like the thousandth time. With the new semester starting in less than a week you were in a bind. For the past three years you had lived in an apartment owned by the sweetest old man imaginable, who not only charged you insanely cheap rent for a studio but also gave you a weekly supply of side dishes. It was truly an irreplaceable arrangement and you were sad to see him retire and move out of the city, landing you in the uncomfortable spot of finding a new affordable place to stay.
You groaned loudly, looking up from your laptop to Jungkook across from you, finding him engrossed in whatever pre-semester reading he was doing. Looking at Jungkook, with his tattoos and built frame, no one would guess that he had a 4.0 GPA, but he was nothing if not an overachiever.
Seeing him paying you no attention, you groaned again, louder, dramatically draping yourself over the table, your fingers splaying right next to his laptop.
“I told you. Move in with me,” he said, refusing to look away from his screen but patting your hand sympathetically.
“You live with boys. Boys are gross!” you whined, rolling around a little to really amp up your tantrum, the other customers in the small cafe looking at you in annoyance. Jungkook on the other hand, still refused to look at you, raising a finger, as his lips moved fervently, soundless reading his lecture. God, he was such a nerd! Who pre-reads the whole semester worth of lectures before they even begin?
When he finished reading whatever notes he had on his organic chemistry elective (yes, elective!), he finally looked up at you, shaking his head with a little smile. “You know I live with Hobi, right? He literally has a mental breakdown every time a hookup asks ‘What are we?’ and deep cleans the apartment.” You laughed, having fully witnessed one of those ‘mental breakdowns’, and Jungkook joined in, cackling loudly, before continuing. “But seriously. Think of it as doing us a favour, we have two rooms open and I really don’t want to live with two randos.”
This is why Jungkook was your best friend. He knew exactly what to say to convince you of something. He knew that even if you protested, your first priority was a clean space and you were a sucker for his puppy dog face, which he was giving you in full force at the moment. You looked at him, his eyes wide, eyebrows furrowed together with a little pout and you couldn’t help but give in.
You groaned, sitting up straighter, almost knocking your coffee over in the process. “Fine! Can you ask your landlord to forward the lease to me, I’ll sign tonight.” You had resigned to your fate, although the prospect of spending the last year of university living with your best friends did bring a smile to your face - even if Jungkook and Hoseok had a bad habit of ganging up on you during fights.
“Check your inbox!” Jungkook responded with glee, as you rolled your eyes. Of course, he had already sent you the lease, the little overprepared nerd.
“On one condition, Jungkook,” you looked at him sternly, the smile dropping off his face at your tone. “You cannot make fun of Tae when he comes over. You have to be nice.”
He rolled his eyes at that. It was no secret that Jungkook harboured a huge grudge against your sort-of-but-not-really-boyfriend. Probably because of the label itself. If you were being honest, that was the biggest reason you didn’t want to live with Jungkook and Hoseok - they were not shy about their hatred for the man you liked, and took every opportunity to judge you, lovingly, of course.
“I won’t! His face makes fun of him itself.” Jungkook crossed his arms as you glared at him, before softening and apologizing.
You let him stew for a while before clicking through your inbox. You found the email from the landlord, and with an easy click on Adobe you were now roommates with the infuriatingly pushy boy in front of you. As he saw your signed lease appear in his inbox, he vibrated with excitement. Jungkook had been dying to live with all his best friends for years, quoting something about enhancing the university experience and wanting to be in a frat without being gross. Yeah, you didn’t know what he was talking about either, all you knew is that he had now affectionately dubbed you the new member of the ‘Den of Hoes’. Oh did you not know? Yes, that’s what they called their apartment. Boys are so stupid.
It was a month after the coffee shop manipulation that you ended up moving into the Den of Hoes. As Jungkook and Hoseok helped move in the plethora of things you had accumulated from living in one place for so long, you looked around the apartment. You had grown to love the apartment over the years and it felt odd to call it your home now. The doorway opened to an open concept living room and kitchen, separated by a breakfast island that housed Jungkook’s bowl of candy and energy bars. The living room had a large television that the boys shared custody of and a big black sectional sofa that had absolutely no cushions, something you were dying to rectify. The living room led to two hallways on opposite ends, and each hallway housed two bedrooms and a bathroom, with Hoseok and Jungkook’s rooms on the left and yours and mystery person’s rooms on the right. There was also a large balcony, running across the north side of the apartment, accessible from the living room and Hoseok’s room, filled with a collection of mismatched patio furniture the boys had picked up over the years.
Although you had been wary about their shenanigans before moving in, you had to admit it, your friends were neat freaks. The entire apartment was spotless, which you hoped was not due to your arrival. Or if it was, that it continued. As you watched your friends struggle to bring in the gigantic rubbermaid box that contained all your books, you tried to map out how you could add to the sparse decor. Jungkook and Hoseok kept their personalities to their rooms so the living areas were pretty empty, the only semblance of personal touch being the wall of empty liquor bottles that they collected as some sort of badge of a night well spent.
“Why do you have so many books? You’re a CS major, stop reading!” Hoseok whined, leaning on his knees as he tried to catch his breath, Jungkook laying on top of the box in defeat.
“I told you guys I could’ve brought it in myself…” you said, grabbing a couple of water bottles for them and joining the two of them on the floor as they argued that your strategy of carrying the books in manageable chunks was less efficient than their display of macho strength as they carried the whole box up the three flights of stairs.
“Well now that we are finally done, let’s celebrate!” Jungkook stood, making his way to one of the kitchen cabinets and grabbing an obscenely large bottle of champagne. “I’m gonna call the rest of the crew and we can have our first party!” His excitement was palpable as he popped the cork, nearly missing your face, and spilling a quarter of the bottle on the floor much to yours and Hoseok’s dismay.
As Jungkook was about to message the group chat, you remembered that the fourth person was meant to be moving in later tonight as well. However, despite your insistence that the party be moved to when everyone was well acquainted, Jungkook was unstoppable, reasoning that there was nothing better to break the ice than having six new friends helping bring all your stuff in. The bubbles in your head from your drink made you agree and as the rest of your friends arrived, the copious amount of soju that was broken out had you feeling giddy and your fingers loose.
Y/N: come christen my new room?
Taehyung: thought you’d never ask!
Taehyung: be there soon baby. wear your red lace please ;)
Y/N: implying that i didn’t put it on before i messaged you
Taehyung: that’s my girl
“No! No Y/N! You didn’t just invite Tae!” Hoseok whined as he read your messages over your shoulder. You really needed friends who respected your privacy.
“Hobi! Don’t be mean! That’s her boyfriend!” Jimin chided, trying to fill his glass with champagne but missing it by a large margin. Yeah, the lot of you might have gotten pretty drunk, pretty fast.
“Not her boyfriend, just an ass,” Yoongi snickered over his drink, his arm around Jieun who playfully smacked his chest at the comment.
“Don’t listen to them, Y/N. He’ll come around, he loves you. There’s no other reason he’d be with you this long,” she patted your leg sympathetically while Yoongi rolled his eyes. Jieun and Jimin were probably the only ones that didn’t judge you for being with Taehyung.
Although you didn’t argue much with your friends, already aware of their disdain for the boy, you couldn’t help but feel your heart sink at their words. It would have been alright if this was an occasional comment, but it seemed that every time you talked about him, they would try to convince you why he was a bad choice. You knew he was a bad choice, you knew that he had commitment issues, you knew what the two of you had was just sex, but you couldn’t help get your hopes up. He was different when the two of you were alone. Your friends didn’t know about the poems he would write as he tenderly held you after sex, his fingers tracing your skin. They didn’t know the messages he would send you wishing you luck on a big test, or before a job interview. That’s the thing, they didn’t know him and they made no effort to include him and if you were being honest you blamed them for him avoiding you at parties. Why would he want to hang out with a bunch of people that went silent every time he walked into the group, or people who would not-so-subtly insult him every chance they got.
Your mood sufficiently dampened, you spent the rest of the three hours drinking and watching TikToks, despite your friends’ apologies and efforts to make you laugh. At around 2am, everyone left, leaving only the three of you to clean up.
“You know, we only say that because we’re worried about you, right?” Jungkook sighed, seeing the frown on your face as he picked up the empty bottles while Hoseok wiped the counters.
“I know, Kook, but it’s too much. You guys don’t even give him a chance!” You almost yelled, the water splashing in the sink as you roughly washed the dishes of grease from the pizza from earlier.
“We do babe. Or we try to,” Hoseok hugged you from behind, knowing that you could never stay mad at him after some cuddles. “You didn’t have to uninvite him today. We would’ve played nice.”
“I… I didn’t uninvite him,” you muttered, your face heating up at admitting the embarrassing truth. Taehyung was notorious for having a pretty flexible definition of ‘soon’, so you weren’t shocked that he was yet to show up, but that didn’t mean you wanted your friends to have another thing they hated him for.
“You mean he ditched you?” Jungkook laughed bitterly, shaking his head angrily. “What a fucking ass! See, this is why I don’t like him!”
“He didn’t ditch me! He’s still gonna come!” You turned to your friend, ripping off the rubber gloves you were wearing in fury.
“When? At 4am when you’re asleep? This is even worse than a booty call!” He ran his hands through his hair, his tongue poking his cheek in a way that showed how annoyed he truly was.
“Guys… calm down, let’s not fight.” Hoseok walked between the two of you, trying his best to deescalate the situation. However, you shoved his hand from where it laid on your shoulder, moving towards Jungkook and poking him in the chest, your eyes ablaze.
“No. Please Jungkook. Please explain to me how this is any different than you and Jisoo. When is the last time you hung out with her?” You could see Jungkook’s eyes harden at your comment. It was a low blow, Jisoo and Jungkook had a complicated relationship since their first year of university. An on and off relationship that was only off because Jisoo claimed to want to experience university without a boyfriend, whereas Jungkook was all in.
“That is completely different because she is my ex. And we’re both on the same page, working towards dating again. Do you think he mopes around like you when you don’t call him?” He crossed his arms, looking at you down his nose, his gaze making you feel smaller than you had ever felt. It wasn’t because he was mad at you, it was because deep down you knew he was right.
“Don’t do this, Jungkook,” Hoseok warned after seeing how your face fell at his comment, pushing him backwards, but Jungkook was nothing if not determined.
“No, Hobi. She needs to know she’s being an idiot. He doesn’t love you, Y/N. He’s just using you to get his dick wet and you’re letting him treat you like shit!” He put his hands on your shoulders, trying to shake some sense into you. Usually you would laugh it off, but all you could do was hear your heartbeat in your ears, feeling your eyes sting.
“Don’t you think I know that?” You yelled, pushing him off, your voice echoing around the room. Jungkook and Hoseok looked at your tear-stained face in alarm. “I know he doesn’t love me. I know I’m one of many booty calls, but he makes me happy. As fucked up as that is, he makes me feel wanted and pretty and I don’t know… you wouldn’t understand.” You wrapped your arms around you, expecting Jungkook to feel bad for you and just leave you alone, but he continued.
“You’re right. I don’t understand why you’re crying over a guy when you could go outside and have hundreds falling for you. Why is your self-esteem so low all of a sudden?” His words cut deep causing you to release a silent gasp, your mouth falling open.
“Jungkook! That’s enough.” Hoseok spoke sternly, bringing the argument to an end. “We’re all drunk and I think we should just go to bed.”
“Fine,” Jungkook said curtly, looking at you one last time before stalking back to his room. You had no idea how the night had gone so shit so fast. Regardless of what Hoseok said, you felt stone cold sober.
“Fine,” you called out to him, stomping your foot petulantly.
Just as your argument ended the melodic twinkle of your ringtone rang out, cutting the strained silence in the room. One look at your phone showed Taehyung's face, smiling brightly holding up a finger heart, reminding you of when you took the photograph in California last year. Such a simpler time.
You watched as Hoseok just shook his head, going back to cleaning as you stepped out of the apartment to get some space, phone in hand. Settling on the floor across the hall from your door, you dialed Taehyung back, listening to the tone before it rang through to voicemail. You decided to wait before calling him again, bringing your knees to your chest to work through your thoughts.
As you once again considered breaking things off with Taehyung for the thousandth time, you watched your new roommate walk towards the door. You couldn’t see his face but watched as the tall platinum blond man dragged his obscenely large duffle bag behind him, almost tripping as he opened the door and unceremoniously walked inside. You were glad that you all had cleaned up everything already. Before you could dwell further on your relief that Jungkook and you didn’t fight in front of the stranger, your phone rang once again.
“Hey babe. Sorry but can we raincheck tonight?” Taehyung’s gravelly voice rang through your speaker, his words reigniting your anger from earlier. Why couldn’t he just prove your friends wrong for once?
“I just came home from a party and honestly I’m kinda too tired to come over.” He did sound tired, evident from the little groan in the middle of his sentence. Usually you would let it go, but the earlier events made you snippy.
“Of course you are.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you mad?”
“What do you think, Taehyung?” you huffed.
“Why are you mad? You want to get laid that bad?” He didn’t sound annoyed. If anything, he sounded concerned as if sex was some ailment that you needed or you would perish. You rolled your eyes at his tone, knowing he couldn’t see you.
“Are you kidding me? It’s not about that. You promised you were gonna show up.”
“Okay. First of all, I never promised, stop getting dramatic. Second, come on babe, this is how we are. Casual. What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal is I can’t do this anymore, Tae… I can’t be waiting on you all night to get ditched!” You knew you were raising your voice, probably disturbing your neighbours, but you hated how calm Taehyung sounded.
“Y/N. You agreed to this. Why are you making me out to be the bad guy? I told you I don’t do relationships. You wanted this.” He emphasized his point with a sigh.
“Well maybe I don’t anymore!”
“Tell you what. It’s late. Why don’t you sleep and we’ll talk about this tomorrow?” He was so dismissive it made your blood boil.
“I don’t want to talk tomorrow! I want to talk now! We’ve been doing this for months Tae, does that really mean nothing to you?”
“I can’t do this right now. Go to bed, Y/N.”
“Fuck you, Tae.” He had hung up before you could get your words out, your chest burning. You felt like crying, you felt like screaming, breaking something, but all you did was stand up from your spot to make your way into your apartment and Jungkook’s room. He was standing in the middle of his room, apparently in the middle of changing if his shirtless outfit was anything to go by.
He took one look at your face and after a pregnant sigh, he opened his arms, bringing you into a hug. As all your fights with Jungkook always went, this one was also resolved with whispered apologies and a hug.
Looking at the time, the two of you decided to go to bed instead of delving into a long heart to heart, and you went to your room to unpack your skincare and start your routine for the night. Walking to the bathroom, hands full of products, you opened the door to find your new roommate fresh out of the shower, a bright blue towel wrapped around his waist and applying moisturizer in the mirror.
Your jaw dropped when you recognized the blond man gawking at you through the mirror.
The universe really did love making your life hell.
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Enhypen and Reading
Pairing: Enhypen x reader
Warning: none, just a lot of fluff
Word Count: 2.4k (my thumbs slipped a little haha)
Description: Just a bunch of little one shots of Enhypen and either them or their significant other reading!
Notes: This is my first time writing a headcannon/these little scenario things. I think they are so cute and wanted to try and make one so here it goes!
-You will just be sitting at home, curled up on you bed with a cup of tea and a good book.
-He will come into the room and be insanely tired after practice
-And dude just crashes on the bed like the meteor that whipped out the dinosaurs
-He will just kinda moan from exhaustion into the comforter
-Will just kinda give a grunt in reply
-You laugh to yourself and get up to grab some food for him. You grab a bowl of ramen (obviously) and come back to find him skimming through the fantasy book you left on your pillow, hie long dark hair pushed back so he can see the words.
-It’s a fantasy book, so it peaked his interest a little bit. I feel like he would like either sci-fi or fantasy. Maybe dystopian.
-”Watcha got there?”You ask teasingly, and set the bowl of ramen down for him.
-“.....nothing” he says and throws the book onto the bed again. You just kinda laugh and pick it up, and go back to your spot on the bed.
-“You want me to read it to you from the begging?” and he nods shyly in reply, because even though Heeseung is the oldest he is still a baby.
-He grabs a few bits of food then lays his head on your shoulder while you read to him. He actually get’s pretty invested in the story too. Like, boy will ask every time he gets home if you can read to him for a little bit.
-What started as a little reading before bedtime became a dead ass obsession
-You end up getting the whole series for him and he is really sad when there is only three books.
-If there is an adaptation of book to movie he will sure as hell watch the movie with you but get hella mad at the movie not matter how well made it is.
-Will 10/10 scream “READ THE BOOK!” at the tv while angrily eating popcorn.
-He might or might not have conned the members to watch it with him.
-Overall, loves spending time with you and bonding over an unexpected love
-I feel like Jay hates reading, but does not necessarily hate books or a good story.
-Can’t sit still for a super long time and read.
-Reading aloud Pt.2
-He will just be playing video games while you are just sitting next to him in one of his sweatshirts (which he is trying not to flip out about because you literally look like the cutest human being that has ever walked the earth)
-Will just ask if you can read to him aloud. Mostly because he likes the sound of your voice and just wants something to listen to that isn’t the sound effects from Zelda: Breathe of the Wild
-“Are you sure?” you ask, knowing full well you are reading a romance novel this time around.
-“Yeah, I don’t care what it is. I just want to hear your voice.”
-The compliment made you turn a little red, and you just decide to give in.
-It starts out okay, but as you read more, the more romantic the book gets.
-Jay goes from just hearing your voice, to listening to the story and after a while stops playing his game to listen to what happens.
-It will literally be 4AM and he is 10/10 invested now.
-But he would never ever tell the other members because they would tease him to the ends of the earth.
-After that night, he secretly became a fan of romance novels and would listen to the audio-book version (because he does not want to sit for so long) and play his video games. But his favorite audio book narrator is you
-Sometimes the two of you would have nights where you pick a romance novel and play video games. It has gotten to the point where sometimes he will read to you while you play video games if he wants to know what is gonna happen next.
-10/10 did cry when you read The Fault in our Stars to him that one night, but will never admit it
-And being the smooth mf he is, will sometimes use cheesy pick up lines from the books, which always end up with him kissing you.
-Has defiantly made out with you after reading the make-out part in a book. He likes the way you blush when reading it aloud and gets endless satisfaction from teasing you about it.
-Why do I get the vibes that Jake is kinda a big sci-fi nerd?
-Like dude has definitely seen all the stars wars movies, and likes the original three the best.
-So, you transfer that knowledge into books. I don’t think he would actually sit down with a book either, but maybe has done audio books in the past and sometimes reads an e-book on the way to practice or something.
-Has recommend a few sci-fi books to you which you really liked
-This boy is the epitome of a snuggle bug so I’m willing to bet that both you and Jake have made a blanket fort and made a stay at home reading date.
-It started out with you reading a fantasy novel and Jake reading some sci-fi/dystopian (maybe Maze Runner or Hunger Games)
-You made it a lot longer then he did in terms of staying up late, and he ended up falling asleep with his head in your lap the book still in hand. You just lovingly pet his hair and give him a soft kiss on the forehead.
-He is kinda still awake and notices when you kiss him causing him to smile and blush a little which you sure as hell noticed. Therefore, making you feel blushy.
-The two of you wake up in each other’s arms with books scattered around you and pillows on the ground. The members may or may not have taken pictures to send to Jake later.
-“I have to go Jake, I’ll see you latter tonight.” you mumble, still feeling a bit groggy.
-You let out a laugh at his cuteness. “Yes, I have to leave.”
-“Just a few more minutes? Plz?” He begs and he looks up at you giving him his best puppy dog eyes as his arms wrap tighter around your waist.
-Does not like to read because they cannot sit in one place for so long pt.2
-I feel like he would not do audio-books or e-books, but still likes a good story like everyone else.
-So it ends up with you just making up your own before you go to sleep at night.
-It started out with you jotting down a few story things in your phone before bed when Sunghoon came along and climbed in.
-“What are you doing?”
-“Nothing, just writing down ideas” you reply happily
-He leans his head on your shoulder not just to be affectionate but to also see what you are doing.
-“What are you-stop!” you say playful, realizing he is reading your work over your shoulder.
-“Come on, what’re you doing?” He asks equally as teasing.
-You just let out a sign and start telling him the story you had been thinking of for the past few weeks. It’s a fantasy story. One about ghosts, a murder, and time travel. And it has Sunghoon addicted.
-He doesn’t really care for reading books or listening to them, but hearing you come up with this idea all on your own, and how you have expanded your imagination to create this fictional world kinda impresses him.
-Will fall asleep to you telling him this story, his head in you lap as you stroke his hair affectionally and continue talking.
-Will bring you tea or coffee when your throat gets dry from talking too long.
-During the romance scenes he makes sure to give you a kiss on the cheek
-“What was that for?” You ask playfully.
-“What was what for?” he responds casually, acting as if nothing happened.
-“Never mind.” You respond with a laugh and continue talking, but as you do his face gets a little red, which you will most definitely tease him about later.
-But most importantly, he loves spending the time with you, and can’t wait for the end of your story!
-I feel like Sunoo really likes comics and you cannot change my mind about this.
-He either likes contemporary comics or fantasy to me. He honestly just seems like the type to really like that combination of words and pictures to make the story come alive.
-Everyone and a while, he will give you one that he really liked and thinks you would like too.
“I got this for you.” he says, if not a little shyly.
-Its a rectangle wrapped in black and white polka-dotted wrapping paper.
-“What’s this for?” You ask, taking the neatly wrapped package.
-“Nothing,” he replies simply, your eyebrow arched at him suspisously. “Just open it.” He insists.
-You rip open the paper to find a copy of your favorite romance comic and a sci-fi comic you had been wanting to get your hands on for forever.
-“OH MY GOSH!” You exclaim, and you can’t hold your excitement and begin to do a little jumpy dance as you admire the beautiful, shinny cover of the comic.
-“I’ve wanted this one for so long!” you squeal. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” and you go to hug him, only for his arms to find his way around your waist, yours around his neck.
-“I’m glad you like it. I’ve never read the sci-fi one, so we can read it together latter tonight.” he says with a smile.
-“Yes! I can make us hot cocoa too!” and you turn to look out the window, snow fluttering down on the other side.
-“That sounds good.” he says, and leans down and places a soft and gentle kiss on your lips. You kiss back, and you find your hands find their way into his soft dark hair.
-Later that night, you both settle into bed and start reading.
-Sunoo would 10/10 put on like ambient background noise and maybe turn on soft, warm lights to make the space nicer. The room would smell like hot coca and ramen as you read the night away
-You end up falling asleep first about about 3AM and he falls asleep a little latter.
-You wake up to him hugging you like his own personal teddy bear.
-It was probably the best night the two of you had in a while.
-I think if he had to read anything it would be webcomics
-Like he most definitely has Webtoons on his phone and for some reason I get the vibe that he doesn’t read them everyday.
-But when he is on the mood to read one, maybe after practice I can guarantee you that he read that comic until the sun rose the next day.
-Like he binged an entire 150 episode comic in one evening/night.
-I mean, you do the same thing, but for some reason it it ten times funnier when Jungwon does it. I feel like he would get super into it too.
-He most definitely reads in many places over the course of him binge reading this comic.
-Maybe in one place you’ll find him on his bed, reading upside down. 20 minutes go by and you find him sitting in the kitchen.
-Will read webcomics like people watch sports...loudly. Yells at his hone when the characters do dumb shit, and squeal and cheer when the main couple in a comic get together.
-DO NOT INTERRUPT HIM
-“What ya doing?” you ask, as you look over his shoulder to see him scrolling through the comic quicker to see what was going to happen next.
-“Reading.” he replies simply, not looking away form his phone.
-You just let out a small laugh and sit down on the floor or the couch, or wherever he is reading really and open your own book. You lay down on his lap and start to read.
-It takes him a hot moment to realize you where there, and once he does his cheeks turn a little red, but you’re too busy in your novel to notice.
-Just admires you reading for a minute before he presses a quick kiss to your temples then goes back to scrolling through his comic like nothing happened.
-You don’t say anything, just smile to yourself and set a mental reminder to kiss him back when the time comes.
-I cannot see him as a reader in any universe I’m sorry
-Is WAY to active to sit and pick up something to read
-But, just like Sunghoon he does enjoy a good story.
-Off the record, I have a theory that even if someone doesn’t like one form of telling a story, like a book they may enjoy another form of it like a movie or even a video game.
-Anyway, I feel like the only way you could get this boy to read something was f there was a tv show about it.
-Like I feel like he does like cartoons and stuff so, he would maybe read the comic before watching his tv show.
-Or even finds a tv show that he really likes to the point where he wants to share it with you.
-He is kinda embarrassed that he finds something that is not even real so compelling. Especially since it is a cartoon.
-But you let him know that it’s okay.
-“Niki, everyone likes different things, it’s okay.” you say comfortingly as you go to turn on his favorite cartoon.
-“But cartoons are only for kids.” he says, shyly.
-You look at him like he has grown another head. “They are not.” you insist. “Who do you think draws cartoons?”
-He doesn’t answer.
-“Adults.” you said and kiss him on the cheek to reassure that it’s okay.
-“Thanks.” he says, and a small smile is back on his face. You sit back down on the couch and he puts an arm around your shoulders, giving you a small kiss on the cheek before the show starts.
-As for the comic part of it, he has most definitely, left the first one on your bed. It’s clearly a loved copy, considering the front page is bent and the spine is cracked. The pages are yellowing, some of them dog eared.
-But nonetheless, you like sharing this fictional love with him.
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