#so hopefully this can help someone somewhere from being in my shoes

[kazoo-goddess]

So, I've wanted to make a post like this for some time, but I only just got the motivation because of an ask I got recently. I want to give a piece of advice to everyone, in general, to keep in mind when using any social media platform--advice that I wish someone had given me way back when, that I feel is important to pass on:

Not every post you see is for you. Not every post is about you.

This is not meant to be a negative thing, or a put-down! It is not meant to dismiss anyone. It's really what it says on the tin: When you see a post cross your feed, and you disagree with the post or it upsets you because you disagree with the message it has, try and keep in mind that you may not be the target audience for the post. In particular, take this into account for advice and positivity posts--The OP doesn't have anything against you personally when they share words that are meant to be uplifting that you don't agree with. A post that says "Keep going! You can do it, even if you think you can't!" probably isn't meant to put down people who are in a position where they very literally cannot do it or think their way out of their situations. Like this post, it's more likely that the OP is sharing positivity or advice that they themselves would have liked to hear.

Even this post, the one I'm writing now, might not be for you or about you! If you disagree with my viewpoint, that's okay, and there's nothing wrong with that! But I, personally, am writing this post for people who might need to hear it--people like me, who are easily upset or hurt by things they see or hear in passing, whether on the internet or real life. I'm not writing it because I want to spark an argument, I promise.

Posts aren't always meant to spread outside the OP's original circle of followers and friends. But that's a hazard of posting to public social media websites--a joke originally meant to have an audience of 12 people close to you can suddenly explode, getting thousands and thousands of views and reposts and going completely out of the OP's control overnight! It's no one's fault; it's not done maliciously. Sometimes a post or joke just resonates with others. But maybe it doesn't resonate with you--that really is okay! Just try and remember, if it gets under your skin, that it isn't for you. And if it's not for you, it's okay to just ignore it and move on! It can definitely get annoying when it's something you keep seeing over and over from friends and acquaintances reposting it, and I'd never fault anyone for losing their temper over it--but sometimes, just taking a second to remind yourself that you weren't the audience for something can really help calm you down and help you feel better and move on with your day.

While this goes for advice/positivity posts, it also goes for opinion posts! And in this case, to be completely, perfectly clear: I mean harmless opinions. A ship they like that you don't; a tv show they enjoyed that you didn't; a character they really love that you absolutely cannot stand. The kind of opinion you disagree with so much that makes you feel absolutely steaming mad. (Again: This does NOT extend to these things when they go into a genuinely harmful category. No homophobia, no pedophilia, nothing like that. I am talking about harmless, mundane disagreements.)

Maybe you see a post talking positively about a manga that makes you feel ick. The OP more than likely didn't write that post with the hopes that it would reach you specifically just to make you upset! (And if they did, that's rude, and an entirely different can of worms that this post is not about! >_>;) But the post upsets you anyway, even if it wasn't MEANT to. It's understandable, it happens! But the thing is: You don't need to engage with that post if it makes you feel bad! If you have a post blocker, you can block the post or blacklist the tag; if you don't, you may just have to scroll past. It can be so, so, so tempting to try and get in a biting comment in the replies to snap at the OP and tell them, "No, you're wrong, your opinion makes me mad and I don't want to hear it!" Trust me. I know. I get it, because I've been there! But in the grand scheme of things, it's not worth it or healthy to burn yourself out over it. It wasn't for you, and it wasn't about you! And you're better off doing what you can to take care of yourself, and preserving your health and happiness where you can.

I feel like I'm writing this with sort of childish language, and it might feel like I'm talking down to others. But really, I think I'm just writing it in a way that a younger me would have understood and taken to heart if she'd seen it. I hope that, if you read this, you can see it that way too! There's a part of me that feels scared that this post in itself could explode with notes that will be very upset with me for my thoughts on this, whatever their reasons may be, but I wouldn't be making it if I weren't prepared for that possibility. If the message I intend to get out can reach even one person who it can help, then I think that's worth writing it for. Because, I want to reiterate it one more time, because it can be so easy to forget it and get yourself furious in a self-destructive way, sometimes you have to remember:

Not every post you see is for you! Not every post is about you!

#I really hope that I've done what I can to keep people from misunderstanding my message here! #I'm writing this partially because I got a very angry ask about a reblog I did including a character I like lol #and I'm writing it partially because my physical health is currently in a very bad place #and that is in part because I did not manage my stress and anger in a healthy way #and as a result #it took a toll on my body! and it is not fun! #so hopefully this can help someone somewhere from being in my shoes #five or ten years down the line #anyway late night ramblings #I rarely talk on here anymore! sorry!

[teejaystumbles]

Against all odds (part 7)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

This is all I've got so far but I figured I'd let you have it and hopefully I'll have more soon :3

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Hob works at a news agency. As someone with hundreds of years of experiencing political and societal change he has a keen eye for news-worthy happenings. Often he can predict very well which events are important, which will have historical influence or be the talk of the nation for a long time. Hob edits his colleague’s articles and reports, chooses which ones are worthy of printing and which aren’t, tries to remove or at least mitigate the xenophobia and fearmongering in what he hopes are the last days of the Cold War. People don’t need fear to grow, they need hope. He thinks he’ll stop doing this soon, though. His name - Robert Goulding at the moment - pops up in too many places and he doesn’t like being recognizable for more than a few decades. He takes care to not become chief editor and stay out of the limelight but he thinks he’ll move on soon. Maybe he’ll take a break and live off his stock profits. Find a quiet place for him and his stranger, somewhere in the countryside, with a garden…

Hob shakes himself out of his fantasy and laughs at himself. Wishful thinking will hardly be of any use. He’s been wishing and hoping for more time with his stranger for so many centuries. Now it finally seems like he might get lucky enough to have regular contact, via journal entries, and maybe even visits. That is enough. He shouldn’t be greedy.

With a sigh and a silent curse that he stopped smoking he goes to finish his work so he can get home and write an answer to his friend.

In the evening Hob pours himself a whiskey and sits down at his desk, open journal before him. He looks over to his bed. His stranger had sat here last night, watching him. Hob swallows reflexively and takes another sip of his drink, trying to not let his thoughts go down a slippery, horny slope before he starts writing.

June 15th, 1989

Dear friend,

I am glad you felt you could come and visit me and that you feel safe in my presence. I consider it an honour and I want to assure you that I do not mind in the least if you stop by whenever you feel like it. I trust you. Feel free to come here anytime, no matter if I'm awake or not, or if I’m even here. If my place can be a retreat for you from your everyday worries or workplace (as I assume you are busy doing something somewhere), I would be very happy. Leave your shoes off the sofa, that’s all I ask. ;-)

But seriously, my home is your home. I mean it. I look forward to seeing you again as well.

Reading about your ordeal was horrible. I am so sorry this happened to you and that I didn’t hear anything about it. I would have moved everything between Heaven and Earth to free you, my friend, please believe me. You say the ones responsible have been punished but I cannot stop myself from imagining visiting vengeance upon them for your sake. To imprison you someone, anyone, for such a long period of time, in the conditions that you described, is barbaric and the rage I feel at the mere thought is nearly blinding.

I am deeply sorry for your loss and for all you had to endure. I would give you anything in my power to make you feel safe, dear stranger. If you ever need my help, please call me. I don’t know if you had any means to call for help, you probably didn’t, but please - should you ever be in any trouble or danger or in need of help, I urge you to call on me! I will come and help you the best I can, I will not allow you to be trapped ever again. After all, what are friends for, if not for helping one another?

Your problems with closed spaces and strangers are completely understandable and I would never hold it against you if you never want to meet inside a building again. I hope we’ll be able to find a suitable replacement for the old haunt, at least until you feel more at ease again. These things take time, at least for humans, and although I would not dare to insinuate that you are not more robust than the average human and probably not subject to the same physical and mental limits I’d wager a guess that you will need time to heal, my friend. I sincerely ask you to take that time. You strike me as the type to jump headfirst back into work and duty after getting free and that is not recommended, no matter what or how powerful you are. You were imprisoned for 80 years and subjected to torture, you cannot expect to be the same after that. No one should expect you to be the same, to not be changed by it or in need of healing and time to recuperate. 

I am only human but in my long life I have met a few other immortal beings, not all of them human but all of them with very similar needs and wants. I know you’re probably bristling right now because I dare to suggest you might be unfit for whatever it is you do but I hope you believe me when I tell you this only because I care for you - you need a break. Please, stranger, promise me you’ll take care of yourself, if you cannot let others do that for you. I would be happy to help in any way I can. Visit me at your leisure, I promise I will never turn you away, or look down on you for showing weakness. You have seen me at my lowest and I have always trusted you to still respect me after that. Just like that, I would never think any less of you for any of this.

I’ll be happy to help you learn more about humanity, get to know humans again. I am honoured that you have elevated me in your mind to something else but I am as human as they come. So if you like me, you can like other humans as well, right?

I will think of a nice place to meet and let you know as soon as I’ve decided. Remember, in the meantime this place is always open to you. Even including watching me sleep. ;-P

Stay safe,

Your friend Hob

Hob puts down the pen and skims over his lines. Yes, that’s not too forward but inviting enough to let his stranger feel safe and welcome. It’s a bit daring, calling his stranger in need of a break, but it’s the right thing to say and offer.

He nods, downs his whiskey and gets ready for bed.

Part 8

#stay tuned for another dream😘 #dreamling #the sandman fanfiction #1989 au #teejay writes

[valiantstarlights]

Does Chef Hob have any tattoos?

Prior to Hob's marriage to Dream, his body is free of tattoos. (There had been one crazy moment when Hob was still a culinary student when he got an intrusive thought to get measurement conversions tattooed on his arms so he wouldn't forget them. Thankfully, he had enough sense left in him not to go through with it.)

When Hob gets married to Dream, he couldn't help but notice that sometimes, Dream looks at him uncertainly. Like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. This happens rarely enough that Hob doesn't want to bring it up, but the fact that it happened more than once has him fantasizing about finding Dream's ex and beating them up for making Dream unsure about Hob's love for him.

(Dream has yet to tell Hob about his ex. He probably never would. But Hob has heard enough threats from Destruction to conclude that whoever Dream's ex was, they treated him so badly that Destruction would never be able to stop worrying about Dream. Even if he has seen firsthand how good Hob is for Dream, and how Dream is very happy with Hob.)

Hob gets an idea just before his and Dream's one-year anniversary that would hopefully assure Dream that he's gonna stay by his side forever.

Hob asks Dream to write his own name on a piece of paper. Dream is confused but does what he's asked to do anyway. He writes Dream Endless in beautiful, flowing cursive that has Hob tearing up a little.

Hob thanks Dream and goes to get Dream's name in Dream's own penmanship tattooed on the skin right above his heart. It's a shame that he had to shave his chest hair around the area, but it was worth it when he saw the finished product, and the tattoo artist assured him that it would still be visible even after his chest hair fully grows back.

Hob belatedly realizes that, since the tattoo was supposed to be a surprise for Dream, he can't exactly get 100% naked around him until the date of their anniversary. And that's like, a month away.

Hob tries to act normally about this. He's still very affectionate with Dream, still services him with his mouth and fingers and cock. He just can't take his shirt off yet.

Dream, whose last relationship was very not good, notices Hob's strange behavior not a couple of days later. Usually Hob would be tearing off his own clothes after getting Dream's completely off him, but not anymore. They're still having incredible sex, but Hob's mind seems to be somewhere else. He takes longer in the bathroom. They no longer fuck in the shower.

Dream gets increasingly upset. Has he done something wrong? Is Hob covering up hickies from someone else and that's why he doesn't want Dream to see?

Destruction, being Destruction, notices Dream being more quiet and subdued than usual when they visit the next weekend and immediately corners Hob in an unoccupied room far from where the others are.

"What the fuck have you done?"

"Wh-- I haven't done anything!"

Destruction can smell a lie from a mile away, and a second later, there is a flash of steel and something sharp is against Hob's neck. "I said. What. The fuck. Have you done."

Hob is a chef and is very good at handling knives. But he knows, without a doubt, that Destruction is more skilled than he is. He raises his hands in surrender, sighs, and says, "Fine. Get that thing away from me for a second and I'll show you."

Destruction narrows his eyes but allows it. He does not stow away his hunting knife. Hob eyes the knife for a second and concludes silently that Destruction is actually a hitman for hire. He starts to unbutton his shirt.

Destruction panicks for a second, thinking that Hob is gonna try to seduce him to get out of this (which, ew), but then he sees just exactly what Hob is hiding from Dream and he lets out a loud, booming laugh.

"Can I cover it up now?" Hob grouses, "Or are you gonna carve it off my chest? Do you have a filleting knife somewhere on your person too?"

Destruction still hasn't stopped laughing. "You're...you're a fucking idiot, Gadling," he says in between wheezes.

Hob rolls his eyes and buttons his shirt back up. "Tell me something I don't know."

Destruction does a complicated twirl with the knife in his hand, and then suddenly it's gone, sliding back to its sheath hidden under Destruction's sleeve. "Well, for starters, Dream is upset and thinks that you're cheating on him."

Hob's eyes bug out of its sockets. "I would never--"

"Well, yeah, I know that now, but maybe tell him that yourself. Don't wait until your anniversary to show him your surprise because odds are, he'll just think you're gonna leave him on the day itself."

Who the fuck-- "Did Dream's ex--?"

Destruction's face darkens. When he speaks, it's flat but furious. "The only reason I'm not gutting that pathetic excuse of a human being is because they're too important right now. But the moment their usefulness expires and I'm allowed off the leash..."

Jesus. Hob just unlocked Destruction's backstory but he's pretty sure he isn't meant to be hearing these details. "Well," Hob says as lightly as he could. "When you get your hands on them, punch them in the teeth for me, will you?"

Destruction regards him then, the monsters that lurked underneath their skins intent on protecting Dream looking at each other in the eye for the first time. He nods, satisfied. "You got it, Gadling."

"You gonna tell me what your line of work is?"

Destruction smiles like a shark. "Sorry. Classified."

As soon as they get home, Hob sits Dream on their bed and kneels on the floor in front of him. He holds Dream's shaking hands within his own and kisses them.

"You're leaving me," Dream says, and Hob absolutely hates how weak his voice is but how sure he sounds.

"No," Hob tells him firmly. "I...this was gonna be a surprise, but I was advised to show you as soon as possible. I'm sorry if I caused you to become upset. Believe me, that's not my intention at all." He starts unbuttoning his shirt. "I wanted to show you that I'm gonna stay with you forever."

"What could possibly...oh." Dream sees the tattoo of his name written in his own handwriting on Hob's chest, right above Hob's heart. His fingers reach out and caress the skin. Hob shivers. "This is what you made me write my name for."

"Yeah," Hob says. His skin felt especially sensitive with Dream's fingers gently ruffling his still growing chest hair. "You like it?"

"Hob..." Dream looks at him like...like for the first time, he's a hundred percent certain that Hob wouldn't leave him. That Hob will remain true to him. He has Dream's name written on him now, more permanent than a wedding ring. No one would be able to look at Hob now and say that he doesn't belong to Dream. "I love it. I love you."

"I love you too, my sweet Dream. Gonna be yours forever."

Dream doesn't have a single tattoo on his body either, but come morning, he's asking Hob to write down his own name on a piece of paper.

Hob does his best to write his name in his neatest possible penmanship, even if it still looks mediocre and messy compared to Dream's impeccable handwriting. Dream doesn't mind. He loves it. He gets Hob's name tattooed in the same place on his body, right over his heart.

The tattoo artist, the same one who did Hob's tattoo, coos at them and halves Dream's fee when they found out that Hob and Dream's anniversary is coming up and that this was their gift to each other.

Hob grins foolishly every time he sees Robert Gadling written on Dream's chest, and he loves kissing over that area as soon as it was healed. Dream also loves running his hands over Hob's chest, his fingers petting Hob's chest hair that grows above the tattoo of his name.

On the date of their anniversary, they went to the beach. It was cloudy, and there were only a few people there, but that was fine. What they wanted was to show off their matching tattoos and have other people know that they were taken, wholly and completely, by the person whose name is written above their heart.

#Chef Hob AU #Dream and Hob living their own soulmate AU in a non-soulmate AU world #and we love that for them #Destruction is Agent 004 confirmed. The butts match. #idk why I'm pushing so hard for that modern setting AU headcanon but there you go #I hyperfocused on this and my thumbs are tired from typing #good job my thumbs #dreamling #the sandman #my writing

[blackmarketfruitrollups]

There, All Better (Brand Walsh X FemReader)

Warnings: Swearing, but if you've watched the movie I doubt you're surprised

A/N the lack of Goonies fanfic is absolutely appalling

Amazing how life can get turned on it's head so suddenly, isn't it? One moment life is routine and mundane, and next thing you know, your life is falling apart.

This was the unfortunate reality for Y/N L/N, and by tomorrow her family would be leaving the home she'd spent her entire life in, so that rich douche Troy Perkin's father could bulldoze where she'd spent her formative years, the Goon Docks.

Unfortunately there was nothing to be done. Both her father and Mr. Walsh had both done everything they could to convince Mr. Perkins to change his mind, but the old leather shoe had decided that countless people's lives and memories were unimportant when compared with his personal agenda. And Troy Perkin loved to rub her face in the fact that she had to leave.

The same Troy Perkin dating her best friend, Andi. And loathing wasn't a strong enough word to describe the mutual feelings between her and her friend's boyfriend.

Nonetheless, here she was in the back of Troy's convertible next to Steph, Andi riding in the front passenger seat while Troy kept angling his rearview mirror to look down Andi's shirt.

"You disgusting pervert." She snapped, reaching across Steph to cuff the back of the jock's head. "Stop thinking with your crotch and watch the road before we crash and die."

"Jeez, Andi tell the buzzkill in the back to chill. You don't mind, do ya babe." Troy grunted, taking another peek down her shirt.

"Hey, who's that?" Steph interrupted, pointing down the road where someone was riding a comically small pink bike.

"Is that-?" Andi started, when Troy suddenly slowed down next to the figure.

"Brand?" Y/N leaned forward from the back seat, peaking around.

"Oh uh, hey Y/N." Brand stuttered, leaning his hand up on the car.

Brand and Y/N had known eachother a long time, grown up together in fact. Their fathers had worked together at the museum, quickly becoming close friends. One thing lead to another and next thing you know their families were never apart.

Whether it was barbeques, meeting to swim at the beach, or Y/N babysitting Mikey, they were always together, and over time both Brand and the girl had feelings for eachother. That being said, neither of them were going to do anything about it, terrified of ruining their lifelong friendship if the other person didn't feel the same.

Unbeknownst to them, their mothers had been convinced they were going to get married since they were both five, hopefully making the girl into Y/N Walsh.

But in the meantime, Y/N never expected to see Brand in sweats on some small child's bright pink bike, and Brand had never expected to see her sat in Troy's car, but here they were.

"Brand, can we give you a ride somewhere?" Y/N asked, Troy shooting her a scathing look while Steph and Andi wiggled their eyebrows at her.

"Uh, no." Brand panted. "Thanks anyway though."

Troy turned, looking at Y/N with a twisted grin, before starting the car again. "Yeah Walsh, let us give you a little ride."

Troy then grabbed onto Brand's hand on the car, before making the car move. "Hold on, here we go!"

"Hey!" Andi and Y/N shouted in unison, as Steph started smacking Troy's arm.

"Troy stop!" Y/N yelled, hitting Troy repeatedly as he continued to pick up speed. "Let him go!"

"Stop!" The other girls shouted, trying to help.

"Hey let go of my hand Troy!" Brand yelled, looking between Troy and the road as the bike started going faster than it was built to.

"Hold on!" The jock cackled, as Y/N continued to smack the back of his head.

"Let go!"

Suddenly there was an odd screeching noise, and turning around Y/N saw the training wheels that had previously been attached to the bike, laying in the middle of the road.

"Troy stop, you're gonna kill him!" She screamed.

"Let go of my hand!" Brand repeated, and this time Troy listened, releasing his hand to put them both on the steering wheel.

But it didn't matter, they had already been going to fast and despite Troy not holding him to the car anymore, Brand was going so fast that he kept up with them as they sped down the road. Until the curb on the side of a massive hill, the drop from the road being so steep and covered in rocks and trees injury was inevitable if you fell.

And Brand was speeding straight towards it with no brakes.

Steph and Y/N reached for him, but it was to late.

"Brand!" Y/N screeched as he was launched through the air.

"So long, sucker!" Troy shouted, continuing to speed down the road until he was smacked across the back of the head with a bag.

"PULL OVER."

"Holy shit, what's wrong with you?" He groaned, clutching the back of his head as he stopped the car.

"You're such an asshole!" Y/N yelled, jumping out of the car with her backpack. "If he's dead I'm calling the cops! Steph, Andi, I'll see you at school." She stormed off, running in the direction they had just come from.

"Yeah whatever." Troy spat, flooring it before either of Y/N's friends could do anything.

She ran back to the curve, finding the bike all mangled down the hill, and Brand having almost made his way back to the top, looking all dirty and torn up.

"Oh my gosh." She jogged down to where he was, cupping his face in her hands. "Are you hurt? Well, duh obviously, don't answer that."

He just stood there and blinked at her before she was pulling him by the wrist back to the top of the hill where she'd left her bag.

"Sit down, sit down." She pushed him to sit on the ground, recieving no resistance. Y/N knelt on the ground in front of him, digging through her bag for her makeshift first aid kit.

He watched her for a moment, feeling kind of ridiculous in his workout headband, but more focused on the pain in his face and the pretty girl in front of him.

Pulling things out of her bag she wiped at his face with a tissue before putting what he assumed was some antibiotic all over his wounds. She glanced down at her bag, then smiled at him sheepishly whilst raising her hand to show him a bright yellow bandaid with a smiley face on it.

"It's the only type I have."

"That's fine," he grins. "I'll take whatever you've got."

She returns his smile and puts a few bandaids on his face, neck and arms, leaning down to kiss the one on his forehead when she was done.

"There." She smiled. "All better."

Suddenly they were kids again, eight to be precise, riding their bikes in the middle of summer, when Y/N ended up face planting into the gravel. Brand, panicking, started digging through her backpack looking for bandaids (because even at eight her mother insisted she carry some).

Once he found some he placed them on her forehead, but was disheartened when he looked down and saw her eyes full of tears.

"My mama always kisses them better, but she's not here so what do I do?"

Brand looked around, before his eight year old brain decided that the most logical course of action was to kiss them better for her.

So leaning down, he left a big sloppy kiss in the middle of her forehead, before stepping back and smiling, proud of himself.

"There, all better."

#fanfiction #angst #fluff #x reader #x fem!reader #x poc reader #x plus size reader #the goonies #80s #80s movies #brand walsh #brand walsh x reader #mikey walsh #goonies never say die

[ariicandy]

╭・Being E-42 Miles’ Younger Sibling !!

ATP I might as well start writing miles bc this in my 3rd post of him😭 did this for my pooki 🙏

Grammar mistakes are here just to heads up!!

☓﹒❥ he’s probably a cat person. He will probably have a quiet cat not a cat that’s mean all the time. He already got being the prowler to worry about instead of fighting with a literally cat that scratches anyone in its way.

☓﹒❥ he definitely buys you things whenever you guys hang out, its his love language for being with hm during these hard times from your father’s death, it hit him really bad and he’s grateful you stayed patient for him. If you ever wanted to match with him, he’ll agree but not over the top with it. He will agree on matching shoes, accessories like small things. He normally won’t agree on full fit, he will only do it for special events like its one of you guys’ birthday, are going out somewhere big, etc. number one thing is you both definitely have matching pjs 1000%

☓﹒❥ If you have baggy clothes miles would probably steal them and style it REALLY WELL TO HIS FIT. You ask where your baggy clothe(s) are then you see it and he just says “it looks and suits me better than you” while giving you a mischievous smirk. You guys then proceed to steal each others clothes and have little sibling arguments on what pants/shirts look better on you than the other.

☓﹒❥ You know when people does that rubbing?? Or patting your hair but messes up your hair?? Hopefully i word that right because miles DEFINITELY does that to you on purpose. Even when he knows you’re going out, he will do it on purpose teasing you. He does it when you do a good job at school or help him with things in the house that mama morales told you guys to do. He will do it in a teasing way and/or in his way to tell you you did good.

☓﹒❥ would probably make fun of/tease you for your height if he’s taller than you. Hes those siblings that will take something away from you and raise it to the air so you can’t reach it(unless you are really good at jumping high). If you both are the sane than he will pull the oldest card, saying he had the final word with whatever and runs the house. You get it?(hopefully I word this alright😢)

☓﹒❥ He will walk with you to your class then back to his even when both of you know his next class is across the whole school he doesn’t mind being late just to had a small chat with you till dealing with teachers and school work again. Definitely gossip what you guys hear from different parts in the school. Where one section across the school says something but in the other are saying something else. You both connect the dots so well miles definitely wants to see how this goes and y’all have bets of how it will go.

☓﹒❥ if you ever had a crush on someone miles will go on FULL detective mode. He will tease you for one second then the next he’s asking you DEEP questions about your crush. He WILL give them one of his talks personally making sure they/your crush will treat you right.

☓﹒❥ Miles NEVER wants you to know he’s the prowler at any circumstances unless you have gotten hurt by his target/getting track down. He would so worried if you ate super badly injured, he would run to the nearest hospital quickly getting off his prowler gear n hiding it really well behind the building. Miles is super relieved when he heard the results are fine and you can go home, immediately would hug you apologizing for not protecting you. He swore to always protect you whenever you are out at night, to his advantage being the prowler he can be high up with a better view.

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SO SORRY BEING SO SHORT I COULDNT THINK MUCH FROM WHAT WE KNOW OF E-42 MILES 😢

#across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #atsv #miles g morales #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles #e42 miles #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles x you #miles morales prowler #prowler miles #miles 42 #miles morales x reader

[juddygirl]

Dog Training AU - Maxiel

Dog Training AU - Maxiel - 962 words

They were going to put Max's grandma's old golden retriever down after she passed. The poor thing had been neglected towards the last few months of her life. He is overweight and hasn't been properly trained. But Max couldn't bear the thought of knowing this dog would die just because no one was willing to put the time and effort into training him so he took him in.

Ghost weighs 47 kilos, hates being dragged on a walk at the park, chewed two of Max's pair of shoes and steals food from his plate when he's not looking. It’s only been two weeks, but he's already traumatized Sassy and Jimmy, they almost exclusively live under Max's bed now. On a whim, he looks at dog training classes, to bring peace back to his home.

You're doing something good, he hasn't been trained. He's not a bad dog. Max has to repeat this several times a day, he hopes he'll soon convince himself it's true, but he's running out of patience. He waits for Sunday, eagerly. Hopefully, the dog trainer will wave a magic wand over Ghost and fix his behaviour problems. Or just enough for Max to eat a meal in peace.

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Daniel doesn't know why he agreed to along with his friends in the muddy field on a cold Sunday morning. He should have stayed at home, warm under a blanket, or out with friends doing something quieter. Instead, he's there, his shoes are covered with dirt, or dog shit, he doesn't want to find out.

He has Shadow on a leash, she's a three-month-old puppy that Daniel gifted his girlfriend ex-girlfriend for their two-year anniversary. She had been over the moon about the little dalmatian he got her. She wasn’t so a month later when she broke up with him, and ended up kicking them out of her place. 

He had to get back on his feet quickly, find somewhere to live with Shadow. He’d been too heartbroken to meet his new neighbours or even unpack half of his things. He has had enough energy to go on walks with her, avoiding other dogs in the street because he has always been scared of them. Shadow wants nothing but cuddles and play. She always destroys everything she can find and runs away whenever she can. So his friends suggested dog training classes to get that under control. He was the one to drag Daniel out of bed that day. 

The class is about to start. All the dogs seem to be too happy to be here on this gloomy day. Daniel takes a couple of steps back anytime one comes close. 

Max is late, well almost. It took half a pack of dog treats to get Ghost in his car. He’s thinking it will take twice as much to get him out and onto the field where everyone else is, but he jumps out of his seat and runs towards everyone. Max is too stunted to hold him back. He pushes a cute guy onto the ground. He looks scared of this massive dog, drooling on him, not understanding he doesn’t want to play. Max is so embarrassed he doesn’t want to go there and let everyone know it’s his dog. 

Shadow barks at the big dog, not even scared that he’s twice her size. Daniel still doesn’t know if it means she wants to play or if she’s defending his honour, right now it’s in the gutter. He’s trying hard not to freak out, to let fear take over, but the more the dog is staring at him, the harder it is. He’s been told looking them in the eyes makes them angry, so he turns his face. 

“Ghost!!” Someone shouts before pulling him off. “Oh my god, of course, I’m so sorry.”

He helps Daniel gets up, apologises again and the class starts. 

It’s a disaster on Max’s part, Ghost refuses to listen to any orders, even those of the instructor. Shadow is doing better, a little too energetic and playful, but she stays put easily. 

“Your dog can feel your fear. You have to let it go.” The instructor tells Daniel, not so discreetly. “We’re gonna make groups of twos.” He then says like he didn’t humiliate Daniel in front of everyone. 

Daniel and Max ends up together, everyone else has already found someone. They introduce each other. Ghost tries to jump on Daniel again.  He seems to really like him. The exercise isn’t going as bad as the other, and Daniel is not fearing Ghost anymore. He even chats with Max. They leave near each other, walk their dog around the same time. Daniel probably tried to avoid him because of his fear. Both their dogs get along the best, they are running after each other, or rather Ghost is trying to keep up with Shadow, but it’s progress, it’s the most exercise he’s had since Max got him, not for lack of trying. 

“We should do this more often,” Daniel says when Shadow rests at his feet, exhausted. 

Max agrees and gives Daniel his phone number to text him when he’s out on a walk with her. Daniel give him his, just in case. And just like that, the first lesson is over and they have to go back to their lives. 

Daniel’s phone buzzes in his pocket. It’s a text from Max 🐶 a picture of Ghost, sleeping in his own little bed. I have to thank your dog for tyring him like that. First time since I got him that he didn’t destroy anything. Will gladly like to see both of you again. Daniel cancels his plan to self-pity, and invites Max and Ghost for a walk the very next day. 

#sunday fic #juddyswriting #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #maxiel #maxiel fic #alternative universe

[fruit-salad-ship]

Ok ok ok: venom au, plum needs to sneak into somewhere really fancy really quick and doesn’t have time to go anywhere else first (maybe they’re chasing someone who decides to social stealth at a party, I don’t know brain go brrr), peach comes out and makes herself into an amazing (and probably slinky) dress, they get into the party fine, they’re looking around or whatever and peach gets bored and starts bothering plum 👀

Losing my mind over the hypotheticals here.

Nothing I could draw or write would be SFW at all, in any way.

So it’s a company do, it’s why she could get in, but having an alien living inside you is a bit new to her, as it would be to anyone, so she totally spaces about it. She turns up to sneak information off the company servers, but realises the party was that night, checks her now cracked phone and yep, Callander alert never went off. Of course. So without a disguise, she’s in tatty looking sweat pants and a hoody, not good enough she’d stand out like a sore thumb. Peach whispers in her ear that she’s got a plan to help her, and turns into this floor length met gala looking number, shoes and all, you’d assume it’s maybe silk or velvet, reflects the light like an oil slick and hugs in all the right places. Peach takes a glass and chews it up, forming some shiny looking jewellery to match, and voila, disguise. Plum fusses with her hair, and in they go, turning heads for sure. Plum looks a little crazy, she’s talking to herself under her breath to keep her companion in check, peach is looking at the other party goers like they’re actual snacks, she’s hungry and very soon bored while plum networks, she’s caught plenty of eyes, often known for the dowdy lab gear and simple outfits. Not usually a stand out sort.

During one of these conversations, peach decides to toy with her, literally. Poor plum can’t focus, has to excuse herself, ‘going to get a drink’ or so she says, trying to casually walk out until no one’s around, locking herself in a supply closet she sometimes goes and hides in while at work to stress eat sour candy. The conversation between the two gets angry, she’s trying to get to the labs, trying to get data to find out what she’s dealing with, ie. Peach. And hopefully how to get rid of her, and this nightmare symbiote is just making everything difficult, wildly entertained with the plaything she’s inhabiting currently. Starts small sure, a flick, a pinch, a squeeze, but damn does it escalate.

Poor plums left a panting shaking mess, unable to get back on her feet, peach takes over, gets them where they need to go, admittedly still toying with this fun little creature, giving her a chance too try and focus up enough to get whatever it was she came to the labs for, before escaping the party. Not before being cornered by a coworker of course, who’s obviously hitting on her, despite knowing she’s got grey at home. Peach asks if she can eat this one. She says no. So peach just pushes her further, forcing her to make a fool of herself in front of this random guy from work.

The “can you just keep it in your pants for ONE night?” Sentence from plum, and peach just laughs, it’s a loud echo in her head, “no. but I’ll keep it in yours.” Regrettable decision.

I am going to go draw some things… because. Reasons.

#fruit salad #brainrot #nsfw? #a bit #not really

[ppnuggie]

hi hi congrats on 300 followers!!! (Imo you deserve a million but i mean everyone starts somewhere)

This ask is for the 300 follower special!!

personality :: for this part I'll put good and bad personality traits that I have

Good// I've been told that in general I'm a really nice person and that I care a lot for others,,which i do,, I'm very protective over people that I care about and love,, and will not hesitate to throw hands with somebody who disrespects them,, even if I clearly can't win in a fight,, I'm very open to people that I care about,, and I share a lot with them,, I always try to be there for people,, whether they're a good friend or not

Bad// I've also been told that I'm really gullible and will believe just about anything anyone says,, which is also true,, I tend to let myself be used as a doormat for other people,, I'm also a really needy / clingy person,, another thing is that I'm really touchy person,, not sure if that's a good or a bad thing but I put it here anyways,, especially to people I love I always feel the need to be around them and or touching them in some way,, not in the weird kind of way but touching them like holding their hand,having a hand on their shoulder, Etc,, one last thing is that im really quick to trust people,, it has faded over the years with lots of people coming and going,, but even so I am really quick to trust people

For likes and dislikes,, im not sure if you mean 'what i like in a person' or 'things you like in general', but im assuming you mean things in general

likes :: rainy days,, especially when its dark outside,, reading books about things that interest me,, binging movies/tv shows,, playing video games,, talking to my best friend for hours about literally nothing,,the smell of diesel fuel- (im not joking),,watching youtube,,drawing,,the smell of new alcohol markers,, reading tf x reader fics,,hugs,, and cuddles <3

dislikes :: when someone leaves the faucet water purifier on,, being disrupted when im focused on something,, people talking when im trying to focus,, losing my concentration,, when someone takes wayy to long to respond,, people judging me for how i look and the things I like,, not being able to be myself,,yelling,,and when someone is mean to me or my loved ones

fandom :: Transformers!! Either tfp or bayverse u can pick:)

any sort of gender preference :: male please!! Thank you:))

Also just some facts that might help: i wear glasses that always slide down my nose,, i almost never wear shoes in the house,, and i have a big bumblebee plush from g1 that i always carry with me :)

tysm !! 🥹🥹 im slowly gaining some <33 but hopefully ill reach my next goal ,, 500 followers 😎😎 also i wear glasses too but they slide down too 😭😭 i dont wear them unless im watching smt on tv tho 💀💀 i just cant see too far away ,, heres your matchup thoo !! tysm for being a follower of mine and supporting my content 🥹❤️🙏 i went with tfp with this as well :D also i do like the smell of gasoline too 💀💀 ion know why but i do ,, not that i actively participate in smelling it 💀😭

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 :

- ratchet

- breakdown

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 :

- ratchet

• whilst ratchet comes off as disinterested or grumpy most the times ,, he does have a slight interest towards you

• he does like that you care a lot for everyone at base ,, but he doesnt say anything about it

• occasionally he’ll spare you a genuine smile or two ,, not much for pda but in private moments he doesnt mind your hands all over him

• he’ll let you set on his shoulder or rest against his helm if it makes you feel better <3

• he doesnt play video games ,, but he can agree that he does love rainy days on earth ,, the soft raindrops bring him comfort and peace

• he can also relate to the losing concentration part 💀 he cant stand it

- breakdown

• hes more loud then ratchet is and more energetic then the old medic

• but it isnt much of a bad thing ,, he does tone it down when hes around you ,, taking notice of your dislike towards yelling

• he’ll definitely play games with you in his mass displaced form tho :D !!

• and for rainy days ,, he’ll take you on drives so you can experience it ,, he’ll drive slow and smooth ,, play soft music and just enjoy both of your guys’ comfort

• he will also binge movies with you ,, he is interested in what you humans come up with for entertainment anyways

• he doesnt mind touching either ,, he really loves it 🥹 he loves your affection a lot <33 so you dont gotta worry about that

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 :

soft rain pattered against the window ,, rolling down and away from your view. the sky was a dark grey ,, the sun nowhere to be seen. warm air blew through breakdown’s ventilation ,, keeping you cozy in his alt mode as he drove slowly down the empty road.

he found out that you had enjoyed the rain ,, and soon grew to understand why. he even had a special place in his spark for the weather on earth. even if he wasnt much a fan of the cold or super hot days ,, he didnt mind the rainy weather. not only didnit provide a nice free shower but also time with you.

soft melodies played out his radio ,, strolling down the black road and going who knows where. the scenery was calm and peaceful ,, the moment you two shared would definitely be cherished.

#🏷.300 follower event

[college-chronicles]

week zero

Day 1: song of the day: i don’t care if you’re contagious - pierce the veil

I lost my airpods and the $20 replacement… not a fun experience there. Moving in was not too much of a hassle, but last minute shopping was a pain. I already have so many of these things at home, but I forgot to bring them when I was packing, but it's fine. I’ve got what I need with me now. My roommates are great, super nice, and we’re getting along. I need a better showering strategy though, what I did today did not work.

Day 2: song of the day: like you know i get old - salvia palth, ew - joji

I did quite a lot today, got 20k steps in, mostly from running around where I didn’t need to go. I honestly don’t even remember what I did in the morning, besides getting up earlier than I intended, getting breakfast with Abby, one of my roommates, and playing guitar with Mark. He gave me two picks and showed me some technique things, so nice. I played piano again. It took me a while to get back into it, but it was nice, I hope i’m able to keep it up. Maybe I can play piano for jazz band. I don’t really want to play clarinet in orchestra or symphonic, and there isn’t a lot of room for it in a lot of jazz ensembles for some reason. I walked to ASP (African Student Programs) then back to Lothian because the location of a meeting wasn’t clear. I got asked for directions…I guess I don’t look like a freshman. I’m on day 4 of my duolingo streak. I went to the gym today and… wow some people really know what they are doing. The gym was the discord meetup, meeting up with more people tomorrow hopefully. Washed up after saying bye to my parents (and getting my airpods back.) Got boba hosted by a ministry, they’re cool people. Got back to Lothian, played piano, then went to bed. I met a business major… he’s chill. I need to know more girls fr. Hopefully will meet more in my major.

Day 3: song of the day: karolina by awilo

I don’t really have anything to do today, I’ll probably try to do laundry. Don't know where the replacement earbuds went, but they're somewhere in my stuff.

Day 4: song of the day: september by earth, wind, & fire

I didn’t do laundry. I did figure out a shower strategy. I got dinner with someone from the discord server, and on the way back from the dining hall (keep in mind, there is also one in the dorm, but we're saving that for the lazy days) we saw a raccoon and it jumped this guy's shoe and walked off like nothing happened. I got it on video, too. Hope to see more racoons.

Day 5: song of the day: hessian peel by opeth

I did do laundry. I also met someone from elementary school when I was in the laundry room, helped her with some stuff. I was late to a lunch thing, but I was able to meet some grad students who think I'm cool. Free food is also amazing, wish I took tupperware to get more of the tortilla wraps. They were really good. I ate one for dinner, too and proceeded to finish season 6 of desperate housewives. I have an interesting habit of stopping in the middle of an episode to go to bed, but I finish what I start in regards to my shows. (I still haven't watched the final episode of dynasty out of fear that I'll cry, and Miraculous still isn't over, so those are exceptions.)

Day 6: song of the day: haunt me (x3)

I slept in a lot today, and then got ready for block party, which ended up being really boring for me. Stood in line (in the very hot sun) with the business major, talked a bit, went on some bungee jump/trampoline things. The DJ annoyed me, and the artists kinda did as well, but I knew it wasn’t music I’m into. I mainly went for the discord meetup, which was successful. Met two commuters who are super active on the server. They’re both cool people.

Day 7: song of the day: i was all over her by salvia palth

I didn’t sleep until like 3 am because the block party was too overwhelming for me and the room was too cold and I had my first asthma attack in a few years. Not too bad. Forgot to take my allergy medication for the past three days, so that probably contributed to the asthma act up. The rest of the day was fine though, I woke up, took a shower, went to breakfast with my roommates, went to church where everyone kept asking me if I was eating well enough at college, came back and tried searching for research opportunities that interest me. Proceeded to play Minecraft for an hour, then go swimming with my roommates. The pool was a workout, just like the rest of this rather hilly campus. Walk back was uneventful. Got back to my dorm, took a shower, had a hall meeting that lasted for so long, then got back to my room to set a dumpster fire in the discord server and figure out how to make this blog.

editing Peace here. it is midnight, and i've got class at 9 am and i don't think i know where the class is. so that's week zero, onto week 1!

[saintlike78]

The only thing we share [R.A.B & S.O.B]

A/N: THIS HAS TAKEN FOREVER! I’m so excited to finally be done with it! I’ve been working on this idea with @arcaneslut, so major thanks to her for supporting me through this. Also a major thanks to @bellatrixscurls for boosting my ego heheh <3 <3

It ends kinda abruptly because I was thinking about a part two if anyone’s interested in that.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Fem! Reader x Sirius Black (NO INCEST!)

Summary: Y/N can’t seem to choose between the two Black brothers, so what happens when Sirius finds her in the arms of his brother?

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, threesome (M/F/M), vaginal sex, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, slight dom/sub-elements (dom! Sirius, soft dom! Reg, sub! Reader), handjob, mention of cum and cum swallowing, praise, degradation (use of slut and whore), one singular spank, crying, an indication of two-timing (but not really). As always lmk if I missed anything.

“Heeey Reggie,” your voice was happy as you approached the dark-haired Slytherin boy, your arms finding their way around his middle to hug him.

His own arms found their way around you, holding you close to his chest as he chuckled lightly, “Darling, how many times have I told you not to call me that?”

“A lot of times... buuuut it suits you, so I’ll keep calling you Reggie,” you grinned as you looked up at his face.

Regulus shook his head, but his lips were slightly upturned in a smile.

“Do you want to study with me now?” You asked hopefully making it impossible for Regulus to say no to you, but it was exceptionally harder when you were looking at him with huge puppy dog eyes, a pout pulling at your lips if he should say no.

“Of course, darling,” he smiled, not giving it a second thought.

This was what your relationship was, endless flirting and lingering touches. Regulus would do almost anything you told him to, he was completely and utterly enamored by you, he couldn’t get enough. The only reason why you weren’t in a relationship was that he wasn’t the only guy who was head over heels in love with you - the other guy just so happened to be the one person Regulus couldn’t stand - his own brother. Another problem that you had found was that not only were they both in love with you, but you were in love with them both as well, creating a small problem for you.

Normally you wouldn’t be so publicly affectionate towards either of them, afraid that the other would catch on; you weren’t ready to lose either of them, so you kept it in your own secret world.

Of course, you knew how unfair it was to string them both along, not giving them the full truth as to why you didn’t want a relationship because you did want to be with them but having to choose was impossible.

Neither you or Regulus made a move to leave each other’s arms and head towards the library, just looking at each other while talking quietly about your day. You were too caught up with one another to notice the voices that grew louder and the sound of shoes hitting the stone floor. Unfortunately for you, the voices belonged to none other than the four Marauders, one of them, unfortunately, being the one person who was not supposed to witness you in the arms of his brother.

“Uhm y/n, what’r you doing?” the sound of Sirius’ voice caused you to quickly detach yourself from Regulus, creating a distance between the two of you, acting as if Sirius hadn’t caught you red-handed.

“Oh, hi Siri, what’s up?” You tried to act casual, but your tone and body language was anything but casual - fidgeting and bouncing from one foot to the other. Both boys looked at you and then at each other, scowling when they locked eyes.

Remus, James, and Peter looked between the three of you very confused, all three of them silent, thinking of what to say.

“I think we should get going - right James, Peter?” Remus broke the silence, hinting, not subtly that they should make their leave.

“Yes, sure, let’s go,” James stuttered, Peter just nodded, all of them scurrying away quickly, leaving you to deal with your problem.

“Darling, what’s going on,” Regulus placed a hand on your shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze, but you could only look back at him with sad eyes, knowing that now you would lose both of them. Your stomach had dropped to the floor, and it felt like someone was squeezing your heart.

“Darling?... why are you calling her that?” Sirius crossed his arms angrily over his chest, his eyes staring intently at the hand on your shoulder, jealousy filling his chest.

“Please can we go somewhere more private... I promise I’ll explain everything,” you tried, gesturing towards the girl’s lavatory.

Both boys nodded and let you lead them inside, shutting the door behind you gently and leaning your back up against it.

You looked down bashfully, your hands fidgeting anxiously in front of you as your mind raced with ways to explain to them what you’d been doing.

“What’s happening, pup?” Sirius tried a gentler tone, but the anger was still evident in it.

“I’m sorry,” your cheeks grew hot, and you could feel tears slowly gather in your eyes.

“For what, darling?” Regulus was less angry, putting on a calm front for you.

“I’ve had a thing, with... Uhm... both of you...” you were trying your hardest to keep your voice steady, but you couldn’t help the slight shake to your vocal cords.

“... it was not my intent to string you both along... I just like you both so much and I couldn’t choose... I know it was very wrong of me, but I-I can’t stand the thought of... losing you,” your voice cracked, and the first tear rolled down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away, knowing how stupid you looked - you weren’t the victim in this.

They both stood shocked, not knowing what to say, but both wanting to reach out to comfort you.

The silence was deafening, the anxiety was eating away at you as you waited for one of them to speak and just end it with you then and there.

“I’m sorry... I understand if you don’t have anything to say to me or if you don’t want to see me anymore... I’ll - I’ll just leave,” your voice was quivering as you tried to keep your tears at bay until you had left.

You turned your body, ready to make a run for it, knowing that they probably hated you, but your hand never properly touched the knob before your wrist was grabbed and your body was yanked backward and away from the door. You were spun around to face them both, Regulus holding your wrist tight, not letting you run away.

Regulus let out a sigh before speaking, “I’m not happy about what you did, but I’m not ready to let you go... I can’t.”

Your eyes widened at his words, not expecting him to still want to be with you.

“Well, I’m not ready to let her go either... so now we have a little problem,” Sirius went to stand beside you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you towards him, surprising you even more.

The tears made your vision blurry as you looked between them, “I’m sorry... I just don’t know what to do,” you whimpered out, causing both of them to quit their scowling contest to look at you, both of their eyes softening.

“Oh puppy, c’mere,” Sirius pulled you into his chest, hugging you as you cried, wetting his white school shirt.

Regulus came closer to soothingly rub up and down your back.

“Listen here, if Sirius and I can agree, I would be willing to... share,” Regulus said begrudgingly, but anything was better than losing you, especially to his brother.

Sirius scoffed, but didn’t argue against his brother, “I guess, if that’s what it takes to keep you, then I’ll be willing to share as well.”

You sniffled and looked up, “are you sure? I don’t want to force you into anything.”

Regulus and Sirius shared a look, and both nodded, “we’re sure,” Regulus answered for the both of them.

You hugged Sirius closer to you, reaching one arm behind you searching for Regulus’s hand, which he didn’t hesitate to give you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, but both boys heard you clearly, Sirius giving your body an extra squeeze.

You removed your face from Sirius’ chest to look up at him, “kiss?” you puckered your lips, while his lips turned up into a mischievous smile, but nonetheless he complied, leaning his head down and connecting your lips.

The kiss was much shorter than you would have liked, your lips following Sirius’ smirking ones when he pulled apart, a whine tearing through your throat.

Sirius only chuckled at your needy reaction, prompting you to find solace in the man behind you; you turned your head only to be met with a smirking Regulus, his hand still in yours as he had moved closer to you.

“What do you want, darling?” Regulus had leaned down to be level with your face, his voice coming out soft, yet you didn’t miss the slight teasing tone he held.

“You… I want both of you.”

“Is that how you ask nicely, pup?” Sirius broke in, forcing your face to look at his by grabbing your jaw and turning your face.

You whimpered, “please, may I have both of you,” your eyes searched Sirius' eyes desperately.

He smirked, looking down at your desperate figure while running his hand up and down your waist, occasionally giving it a squeeze, “that’s better… good girls have manners and you are a good girl, are you not?”

You quickly nodded, “I am, I promise I’ll be good for you.”

Both boys let out a groan at your words, their pants growing tighter by the second.

Regulus pulled out his wand, casting a silencing charm as well as locking the door.

“You really want to do this here?” you asked with a small tilt to your head.

“Do you have a better place we could go? There’ll be people in your dorm and in mine as well and I’m not going down to the darkest place known to man, also known as the Slytherin common room,” Sirius said before he slowly started kissing your neck, sucking lightly when he found the spot that made you gasp out in pleasure.

“Oi! I’ll let you know that it’s very atmospheric to be under the lake,” Regulus said with an angry frown, not letting Sirius step all over his house.

“Whatever you say,” Sirius retorted against your neck, his tone sarcastic.

You could feel a fight starting to ensue, which was the last thing you wanted from them at this moment.

“Please don’t fight… this is good, please,” you whimpered as Sirius sucked a purple mark right below your ear, his teeth sinking lightly into the flesh before his tongue came out to soothe the skin.

“Don’t worry, pretty darling, we’ll take care of you,” Regulus’s soothing voice said before he stepped even closer to you, your body sandwiched between the two brothers.

Regulus’s hands caressed your body, his hands going over your bum before slowly lifting your skirt to caress your bare skin. He bent down on his knees, his hands kneading away on your bum, he came forward to leave small kisses on the cheeks, his hands trailing down your thighs and moving to the inside of your thighs but purposely ignoring the place you needed him most. “Spread those beautiful legs a little more for me, princess,” Regulus tapped the inside of your thigs; you didn’t waste a second, your legs spreading further apart.

Your hands found a home on Sirius’ shoulders as you used him for balance, your fingers digging into the muscles in anticipation. Sirius’ head retreated from your neck to look at your face, the mischievous smirk never leaving his lips.

He was about to lean down to connect your lips, but he was swiftly interrupted by a gasp leaving your lips; Regulus had placed his thumb on your panties, feeling the wet patch that had formed on them. “So wet for us, darling,” he breathed out, his thumb rubbing your core slowly, working his way up to rub your clit through your soaked panties.

You moaned and gasped again as the pleasurable feeling spread through your body.

“Such a little slut, getting wet just from the thought of having not only one, but both of our cocks... such a filthy girl,” Sirius teased, finally leaning down and connecting your lips in a heated kiss.

You parted your lips letting his tongue enter and dance with your own, your breathing growing labored.

As you were preoccupied with Sirius’ mouth on yours, Regulus took the opportunity to slip your panties off and down your legs, tapping each of your feet for you to lift and step out of them.

You could hear the low groan from Regulus when he was faced with your puffy glistening cunt, a sight so pleasing he couldn’t wait any longer before diving right in, licking a strip from your aching clit to your entrance. Your body jolted at the contact, you let out a loud moan into Sirius’ mouth and your fingers tightened their grip on his shoulders, scared you would collapse, even though Sirius was holding your waist making sure you wouldn’t fall.

Sirius pulled apart, desperate to look at your face, but jealous that Regulus had gotten the chance to taste you before he himself had.

“Who would’ve thought that little y/n was such a little whore?” Sirius taunted, pinching your sides. You moaned at his degrading words, the words going straight to your already dripping cunt.

Sirius let out a taunting laugh, “Oh you like that huh? You like it when I call you a whore?”

You nodded and whimpered, “y-yes.”

Sirius’s lips turned up into a satisfied grin, “hmm filthy girl,” he whispered.

Regulus pulled away for a moment, “she tastes absolutely divine.”

At his words Sirius reached a hand down, collecting some of your arousal on his fingers as he ran them through your folds, making you whimper, before bringing his fingers to his lips, licking them clean.

He smacked loudly, “mmhm perfect.”

Your cheeks turned pink, and you leaned forward hiding your face in Sirius’ clavicle, prompting a chuckle from the boy.

“Aww, are we feeling shy? Huh?” He feigned a caring tone as he mocked your shyness.

You whined and shook your head, but your face was quickly pulled from its hiding spot by Sirius.

“No whining,” Sirius scolded, to which you just nodded.

“Sirius, can you grab her leg?” Came Regulus’s voice, instructing his brother.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “don’t give me instructions.”

You reached a hand up to caress Sirius’ cheek, “be nice,” you whispered, trying to keep them civil, instead of Sirius complying you let out a surprised gasp when Sirius’ hand suddenly was around your throat, giving it a small warning squeeze, but not enough to actually hurt you.

“We might not agree about who’s in charge, but it’s certainly not you... got it?”

You gulped, but nodded, “yes, sir.”

Another groan escaped Sirius at the use of the title, “you’re going to kill me.”

Sirius let go of your throat, reaching down to grab your leg like Regulus had asked, hoisting it up.

“There we go,” Regulus breathed out, his middle finger circling your entrance.

You could feel your heart through your chest, the beating growing faster and more rapid as the seconds went on. Your breath had been replaced by moans – filling the quiet room, along with the squelching sounds as Regulus inserted a finger in you, pumping it slowly in and out, feeling your warm walls pulse and contract at the minimal pleasure he was able to give you with just one finger.

Sirius leaned down to suck and bite at your neck; whimpers left your mouth at the pleasurable pain his teeth gave you, your hands moving to hold onto him by the back of his neck, pulling gently at the hairs at the nape.

Regulus added a second finger, pumping them faster while his other hand reached up to rub your clit in fast circles, pressing it occasionally to add pressure.

You could feel the familiar warmth building in the pit of your belly, your orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Please, may I cum?” You begged, gripping Sirius’ hair tighter as you tried to fight off the feeling.

Sirius submerged from your neck, squeezing your waist, “not yet… sluts like you have to wait for it.”

You whimpered at his words, tears gathering in your eyes at the strain of holding it in, “please, sir, I can’t,” you tried begging once more, but to no avail; Sirius shook his head and gestured for Regulus to stop, which he did, but not without a displeased grunt.

Regulus pulled his fingers from you, causing you to whine at the empty feeling and the fleeting orgasm having been stolen from you. You were about to turn your head to give Regulus a displeased look, but your cheeks were promptly grabbed by Sirius, his fingers squeezing a pout from you.

“What did tell you before?” he questioned with a raised brow.

“No whining,” you would’ve dipped your head if it hadn’t been for the hold, you found yourself in.

“Good girl,” Regulus praised as he stood to tower over you once more behind you.

“Good girl,” Sirius mocked, “she can remember simple instruction, but yet she still whines like a desperate little slut.”

“Don’t be so mean,” Regulus scolded, smacking Sirius’ hand that was holding your leg up, causing him to drop it.

Regulus leaned down to your ear before whispering, “don’t listen to him, darling, you’re doing so well, good girl.”

You turned your face, being level with Regulus, you connected your lips, tasting yourself on his lips and the sweet taste of him, breathing out a ‘thank you' before breaking apart.

Regulus just nodded with a smile, glad you understood his comfort, his hand finding home on the side of your waist Sirius wasn’t holding onto.

You felt Sirius’ hand back on your face, turning it to face him once more, “you know you can tell me if it’s too much, right?”

Your heart fluttered at Sirius checking on you, making sure that you were alright and happy with everything that was happening; you nodded in reply, looking into his eyes to show him that you meant it. Sirius smiled and leaned down to also be able to whisper in your ear, “good girl,” he whispered for only you to hear.

“Come, over here,” Sirius started guiding you towards one of the sinks in the lavatory, a large mirror hanging above the basin, your eyes meeting your own as Sirius pulled you further towards the image.

“Now look at that, such a pretty slut, it would be a shame if you don’t get the same view as us,” Sirius’ hand was stroking up and down the expanse of your back when you came to a halt in front of the shining mirror; Regulus followed suit standing on the other side of Sirius behind you. They were tall and intimidating – absolutely stunning, enchanting, causing all thoughts to leave your mind as you stared at them through the tall mirror; your stomach was filled with butterflies, accompanied by an ache created by the denied orgasm, your arousal was slowly dripping down your legs, but yet time stood still as you waited for one of them to do something, anything – you would let them do anything.

“I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to watch yourself get ruined like the filthy girl you are, understand?” Sirius was caressing your sides, but you knew it was as a decoy – his real purpose being freeing your shirt from being tucked into your plaid school skirt.

“Yes, sir, I understand,” you voiced your understanding, but you looked to Regulus, unsure what he thought of this particular arrangement.

Regulus caught your stare, returning it with a soft smile and kiss to your temple, “it’s okay, pretty girl, I’ll wait my turn,” he said with a wink.

Regulus stepped in front of you, temporarily blocking your reflection in the mirror, but his reasoning soon became clear as he started undoing the buttons of your shirt, helping you out of it, exposing your bra-covered breasts to the eager boys.

Sirius’ hands trailed up your back finding the clasp of your bra and undoing it, the bra loosening and helped off by Regulus. Out of instinct, your hands went up to cover your now exposed chest, but Sirius was quicker than you and took a hold of your wrists, his arms on both sides of you. “Don’t turn all shy now - you were so desperate before, be a good slut,” Sirius was taunting you, but his words only made the ache grow even bigger causing a whimper to be ripped from your throat and your head to turn to look at him over your shoulder; you were only met with a mocking tilt of his head, whilst his hands brought your wrists behind your back, switching to hold them both with one hand.

“Move out of the way, will you Reg.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, his face contorting into one of disgust at Sirius using a nickname for him, but nevertheless, he complied, but not before leaning down and giving your lips a quick peck.

With Regulus no longer blocking the mirror in front of you, you could see the situation unfold clearly; Regulus was close but leaning casually against a sink strategically placed so he could look at you without being in the way of the mirror, his hands starting to work on the zipper of his black school trousers.

Your focus was back on Sirius when you heard the same sound of a zipper, but from behind you; Sirius was quick to pull his painfully hard cock from the restraints of his own trousers, the tip of his cock red and dripping with pre-cum. He stroked himself a couple of times, his head thrown back and a groan leaving his lips, his raven-colored hair falling in front of his face when his head fell back into place. You let out a breathy moan at the sight, enamored by his beauty and growing more needy and desperate by the second.

Sirius flipped your skirt up, the clothing piece rather useless as you were bare everywhere else; your focus was momentarily lost on Sirius’ face, therefore, leaving you unprepared for the slap that was landed on your ass, pulling a yelp from you, but leaving you no room to complain as he pushed himself inside you – the complaint dying on your tongue and replaced by a surprised gasp of pleasure. Sirius and Regulus’ eyes were locked on your face, memorizing the look and contortion of satisfaction, the way your mouth was slightly agape, the slight backward roll your eyes made

Sirius set a fast pace, keeping you up by your arms as he held them tightly behind your back, giving both himself and Regulus a perfect view of your breasts as they bounced on every impact.

Your moans and smalls squeals, accompanied by the wet slapping sounds filled the bathroom, the occasional grunt and moan leaving Sirius’ mouth.

A yelp broke through when Regulus used his free hand, the one not currently working himself closer to an orgasm, to reach forward and tug at your sensitive nipples – pulling, twisting and rubbing them, his eyes locked on your reactions; he smiled a pleased smile at the sounds you let out, your eyes finding his, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open and hold his stare.

“You gonna cum, princess?” Regulus asked, giving your left nipple a particularly harsh pinch, your cunt pulsing and tightening around Sirius.

“Please, may I,” you pleaded, your eyes flitting between the two brothers, frustration building as well at the orgasm you were trying to hold off.

“Go on, milk my cock like the whore you are,” Sirius grunted, a low moan escaping as well as your cunt squeezed him once more.

Sirius moved his hips with a few hard thrusts, snaking his free hand to the front of your body to put pressure on your clit. Your breath stuttered, a gasp catching in your throat as a silent scream made its appearance, your orgasm rocking through your body, your cunt throbbing around Sirius. You spasmed as you tried, but failed, to topple forward, Sirius’ hands holding you too tight to let you fall.

Sirius moaned loudly as he reached his end, emptying himself in you, he stilled cock twitching. He rocked a couple of times, working you both through your orgasms before

he slowly pulled out, bending down to look at the way his cum dripped from you, muttering a small ‘gorgeous’ to himself. Rising to his full height, he kissed up your neck and your cheek while holding your body close to his, whispering small praises in your ear.

You were trying to catch your breath, your body twitching slightly at the sensitivity and the aftershock of the built-up release you had been keeping in for so long.

You were thrown out of your own thoughts and tiredness when you heard a moan coming from your side; Regulus’s head was thrown back as he tried desperately to finish himself.

You turned your head to kiss Sirius’ cheek as his head rested on your shoulder, before freeing yourself from his grasp to stand directly in front of Regulus. Grasping his face, you turned it down to look in your eyes as you leaned up to connect your lips with his in a hungry open-mouthed kiss. Your hand reached between your bodies as you took his cock from his hand, working it yourself; you applied pressure as you twisted and stroked with your hand at a fast pace. Regulus pulled away from the kiss to let out a stuttered moan as your thumb brushed over to sensitive slit, his hips working to match the pace of your hand.

“Gonna cum,” he breathed out, “let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours.”

Even though his tone was much softer than Sirius’ had been, it was still a command, to which you complied.

You sank to your knees, keeping your hand in motion, but replacing it with your mouth leading Regulus to his much-needed release.

His hands grasped your hair at the base of your scalp, holding your head still as his hips moved him through his release, his cum seeping into your mouth on your tongue and down your throat.

With the help of Regulus, you stood, met with the soft smile from Regulus and a gentle kiss on your lips from him. Sirius stepped behind you, holding your bra and shirt helping you put them on, turning you around to button the shirt up.

“Thank you,” you said, stroking his hair as Regulus stroked your hips from behind you.

“For what? This or the other thing?” Sirius smirked, your eyes rolling at his insinuation.

“Both, I guess,” you giggled making both boys chuckle, as Sirius finished off the last button on your shirt.

Your eyes scanned the floor, but the short search for your panties was unsuccessful.

“Uhm, where are my panties?”

Sirius smirked once more before holding the piece of clothing up but quickly pocketed it when you tried to reach for them. “Oh, I’m keeping these… as a souvenir.”

You rolled your eyes once more, but the smile was ever-present on your face.

“Again, thank you for this,” you breathed a content breath.

“I can’t say I wasn’t surprised, but if this is the price to be with you, I’m willing to pay it,” Regulus said, gesturing to Sirius as he said ‘this’, earning him a disgruntled ‘hey!’, though Sirius nodded in agreement.

“I’m interested in what’s to come.”

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[creepychan08]

Yandere Oikawa x reader

It was a known fact that Oikawa always get what he wants. Be it in sports,  academics,  or girls he always come out at the top and he relishes in the attention that he gets. With his smooth words and gestures,  he managed to get the hearts of everyone he met- teachers, classmates, the trust of his teammates and even the principal himself.

Oh and did I mention?

Oikawa Tooru is the great Alpha of Aoba Johsai.

In this world,  werewolves exist and the population is divided into three class- alphas, betas, and the omegas.

There is also a predestined mate for each one of them. Usually, werewolves find their mate during their high school days where there bodies started releasing pheromones that catch the attention of their specific mates.

Despite of this however,  unmated werewolves can still flirt with anyone as long as they were still not taken to just generally waste their youth.

You were one of the people who are against that. You believed that since everyone has their own mates,  they must remain pure and untouched until they meet the one destined for them. That way even before meeting them,  it shows their loyalty in waiting for their partner.

Yes, and that's why you kind of despise Oikawa Tooru. Unfortunately,  he is your classmate so you have to suffer everyday in just being near his presence. His huge ego doesn't help as well.

"Omg,  look,  look!! He's sitting over there! I wanna talk to him!"

"Oikawa-senpai looks so hot today!!"

"Gosh,  I wonder if he will accept this lunch I prepared for him!"

"Notice me, Oikawa!!!"

The shrieks of girl flocking outside your classroom caused another headache in your already throbbing head. Closing your eyes in distressed,  you buried your head in your desk trying to drown out the sounds. Some of your classmates surrounded Oikawa and were eagerly shoving letters and foods on his desk as he laughed and winked flirtatiously at them.

You sighed and took out your bento,  figuring that it would be better to eat somewhere quiet. Standing up,  you didn't notice the gaze that followed your form as you exit your classroom.

Timeskip

It was the end of the last period and you walked out of the school when you forgot your textbook underneath your desk. Heaving a sigh of irritation,  you turned around and went back only to see two people talking in your classroom.

With the light from the sunset coating the room in a soft orange glow, you squint your eyes to see Oikawa with his hand tilting the chin of another girl as he moved his face forward and from where you can see, softly press his lips to the pair of awaiting ones. Feeling your face burn in embarassment from the scene, you gasped and quickly hide when you saw him turn towards you.

Disgusting.  Fucking disgusting.

Is the thought going in your head. You know he's a playboy but you couldn't help the shivers of disgust that runs in your body as you saw his display. How could he do that??  And the girl as well??  Yes,  they were unmated but still!  Haven't they ever thought how their mates would feel when they discover how their mates acted before meeting them? First kiss,  first hug,  first date. Wouldn't it be better to reserve that for your mate when you finally meet them?

Shaking your head in defeat you kind of pitied whoever ends up as Oikawa's mate. Oh well none of your business.

As you decided to forego your earlier plan of picking up your book, you turned to walk back down again when you feel a cold hand tightly gripping your arm.

"Yn-chan~" an eerie voice sounded loud in your ears as you shuddered in response. Turning around you saw Oikawa with the usual grin on his face but there was something dangerous in his eyes.

"Its bad to watch a confession,  you know?"

"I-" you felt the words stuck in your throat but you took a deep breath and faced him properly.

"I apologized for that Oikawa-san. I didn't meant to watch. I was just getting my book- I left it behind but seeing as you two were busy, I decided to just leave it there." You explained.

"Oh and please don't call me by my given name. We are not close. It's Ln-san to you."

Oh? One of Oikawa's eyebrows raised at your statement before he dramatically bowed at you as he pulled the door to the classroom open.

"By all means, please take what you need, Ln-san." It wasn't much but you feel uncomfortable in his presence so you quickly entered the room to find the girl crying where she stood. Trying to get out of the place at once,  you took your book and immediately flee the scene only to hear Oikawa giggling at you from behind.

"Don't worry Ln-san,  I didn't kiss her~ Take care!"

You scoffed in return. Who the fuck cares about that? That egoistic bastard!

A week has passed after that and you'd gladly say that everything return to normal but unfortunately it did not. After that encounter,  Oikawa started acting different around you. He seems to bother you at any chance he could. Like suddenly talking to you in class and asking to be partners for activities. Occasionally asking to have lunch with you as well.

Needless to say, you gather a lot of hatred from his fangirls who started harassing you. You heaved another sigh. Well.. there goes your plan for a quiet school year. Inwardly you curse him in your mind as you trudge towards your club activity. Hopefully, seeing your friends in the club can help dampen your negative mood.

It was night time when you finish in the school. Your friends waved goodbye to you and you return the notion as you slowly walked behind them. You took the time and just admire your surroundings. You always love watching the stars and moon. It makes you feel peaceful and relaxed.

Weirdly though,  you felt something unusual in your body. There was a tingling sensation and you felt light headed. Fortunately there was a bench near the gates of the school so you decided to rest there for a couple of minutes.

Breathing in the clean air around you,you try to relax when you suddenly pick up the scent of the most wonderful aroma you've ever smell. A group of footsteps soon followed and you watch a small crowd of volleyball players come out of the gym and towards the exit of the school.

You froze as you realized that wonderful smell is coming from their direction.

You feel your heart stopped. Is your mate a part of the Aoba Johsai volleyball club!?? Who is it??

Your answer soon came when you saw a lone pair of shoes stopped a distance before you. His friends unknowingly leaving him behind.

"Yeah,  don't you agree,  Shittykawa?" you heard a guy said before realizing they left their friend behind.

"Oi,  what are you standing there for?  Hurry up Oikawa!"

Your eyes twitched as it slowly goes up to see the owner of the pair of shoes that stop a distance from you and the group.

Oikawa Tooru.

He's your fucking mate!!?? 

Your mind couldn't grasp the info as you stared dumbly at him. At his awestruck look as well. His teammates seems to piece the picture and they immediately left,  bidding him farewell.

"You're my mate..." Oikawa whispers,  and you saw how he look at you as if you're the most precious thing in the world. You wish you could say the same. But its not because he's fucking Oikawa!  The one who played around and break a lot of girl's hearts. The one who probably had sex with a lot of girls before you.

And it broke your heart.

"Why is it you?" you asked, seeing him walk nearer towards you.

He stopped and looked at you like you shot him.

"What?"

"I've been waiting for this moment all my life and now... " You turn to hide your tears, ashamed to let him see your appearance.

"Don't!" Oikawa shouted, grasping your face with both of his face as he turn your face towards him.

"I always wondered why am I drawn to you in the past days.. what is it with you? And why have you caught my interest. I thought its because of what happened back then in that afternoon when you saw me with her." Then he shook his head,  "But I guess its not so. You see Yn-chan even before I knew you were my mate, it seems my body already knows its you. You're mine!" And with a strong force he pulled you towards him in a crushing embrace.

You stiffened. The words he uttered must be romantic to others but it only made shivers run down your spine. You don't know why but when he pulled back to look at you and you stared at those golden eyes of his, both pupils dilated, a rush of fight and flight kick in. He is dangerous. Your mind screamed at you. Get away from him!

You pushed him back and started running down past the school gates towards the empty street. You looked back to see his astonished face before it morph to a feral look and he smiled widely at you.

"Oh Yn-chan, don't run away~"

A set of footsteps soon followed and you gasped as you hear it coming nearer and nearer you.

"No!  Please stop!  Don't follow me!!!" You screamed as you continued running,  panting for breath. You knew there was something dangerous about him and with him acting like that it only proves your point.

"No!!  Can't you see you're mine and mine alone!! I'm your alpha!! " He yelled and with one lunge he pounced at you, grabbing you as you fall to the cement floor. Twisting his body so he take the blunt fall, you both finally skidded to stop. With you on top of him.

Opening your eyes,  you breath heavily as you realized you were lying on top of someone breathing as hard as you. That and you felt arms tightly wrapped around your waist was enough to jolt you back to reality.

Eh?

From below,  you saw Oikawa grin madly at you.

"I catched you now babe~ So don't try to escape me, your one and only alpha~"

Fin

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[niskoo]

Burrito run

pairing: rich kid! Jake x rich kid! reader

genre: fluff, crack, bff2l! AU

warnings: food, swearing, sneaking out (??)

word count: 3k words

a/n: my dumbass posted this on my nct acc omfg

this was originally for haechan of nct for my nct acc (@daegall) but i thought i could treat you guys to hehe

networks: @enhypennetwork

You had known Jake for more than half of your lives. Thanks to both of your rich ass parents setting you two up for a playdate at the age of 12, now you have found your rock and partner in crime. You know when he's feeling down, when he wants to cause trouble for no reason, when he has an eye for someone, heck, you know when and how to get him out of any situation when needed.

Like right now, as he gives you a side glance as he talks boringly to a group of men. All they talked about was business. Jake wanted to talk about that one burrito place down the block, he wants to get out of there and go get some. He wants to get out of this stupid high class party he has no part of.

He knows you do too, he knows by the way you keep glancing at the back door by the kitchen, and how you occasionally move to each group closer to the door. You know he catches up to the plan, how he also moves from group to group, excusing himself every 2 minutes.

You politely excuse yourself from the many unknown rich aunts who just questioned your love life, giving them a very passive smile, before turning to move to another group.

You don't get to go to another group, because you're already so close to the door, and Jake approaches you.

"Why, hello there, miss Y/n."

You feign shock at his greeting, holding a hand to your chest, "My, Jaeyun, wasn't it? It's been too long!"

Your best friend nods, playing along to the small skit you two have created, "About 2 hours, I think? You've grown very beautifully,"

You flick your hand at him, nudging his shoulder not-so-gently, "Oh stop."

You bite your lip to hold back a loud laugh when Jake winces at your harsh push at his shoulder, watching as his face twists in playful anger. You can't help but thin he looks absolutely adorable, nose scrunched up and eyes narrowed in a non meaningful glare, you ought to kiss his puffed cheeks.

You shake the last thought from your mind, bringing the elegant glass of champagne to your lips, sipping lightly at the sweet and slightly sour liquid. You then take a double check around the spacious room, to see if anyone is watching.

Your mother and father were chatting at the far corner with the parents of Jay, a guy you met earlier this evening. He looked just as bored as you. Jake's parents stood not too far from your parents, greeting anyone who approached them.

This was your chance.

Quickly, as Jake was mumbling something about you growing up strongly as well, you grab his arm. He yelps in surprise, as you drag him through the back door, lightly blushing at your gentle touch at his wrist.

The back door soon slams behind the both of you, and you are met with a large yard.

"Y/n! What if someone caught us?"

Giving Jake a side glare, you start to trudge down the flight of stairs to the garden, "You were too busy complaining about my guns to notice we had a chance to escape. You're welcome."

"You're weak!"

"Am not!"

"Are to!"

You ignore the upcoming argument you could've started, taking off your painful heels. They were absolutely stunning, but stung your feet constantly. Beauty is pain, as mother says.

"Lead the way to the burrito truck you claimed to see on the way here!"

Through the many bushes, and many guards, and even more bushes, you finally make it out the the big mansion, and into the dark streets. It's 10 in the night, you hope the burrito place is still open or your only choice left is a McDonalds about an hour away or convenience store food. Not that you minded, but you haven't had a burrito since you were 18. You had it right after graduation day with one of your closes friends who you have no idea of her whereabouts now.

The last time Jake had a burrito is about last week, the first time he met another rich kid named Sunghoon. Their parents gave them a bunch of money to go spend on expensive and top quality foods, but they both mutually agreed to get cheap burritos that would probably give them a bad stomach.

Jake takes the lead, as expected, for he was the one who spotted the food truck. He took off his blazer some time ago, you don't remember when, but with his jacket thrown over his elbow and sleeves rolled up like that, you can't help but admire.

You notice every single little thing about him, his slow, rhythmic paces, occasionally kicking stray rocks on the sidewalk. You watch as his hair slightly bounces as he kicks yet another rock, and you want to pet his hair.

There was that one time when you were 16 and you had a movie night as your parents went away for some business, he had his head on your lap, you didn't mind for some reason. At some point you had started playing lightly with a few strands of his hair, but you didn't notice. The moment you softly ran your hands through his hair, you realized, and decided to keep your hands to yourself after that. To your surprise he protested against it, claiming it was very comforting. So now every time one of you come over to the other's house, you would somehow find yourself playing with his hair, like pure human instinct.

But now as you observed your best friend more, you have a different feeling running through you as you had an urge to softly play with them once more, as if it wasn't as platonic anymore. But that was absurd. you've been friends for 10 years now, why are you just feeling like this now?

Your heart jumps in your chest when you are suddenly met with Jake's eyes, shining brightly with a slight mischievous gloss glazing over them. "Can we pick up the pace please? I'm getting pretty hungry and I know you are too."

Your heart softens as he sticks his arm out, gesturing you to come next to him. You jog barefoot to his side, instantly looping your arm with his.

It doesn't take long to find the food truck Jake mentioned, just a 10 minutes from the mansion, somewhere near the center of town. You had to drive about 2 hours to get here, and so did Jake, so it's a bit strange how he knew his way around the town so easily. You guess he just is that way.

You practically drool at the smell of savory foods that lingers in the air, sucking the saliva in your mouth.

Your best friend eyes you playfully, nudging your hip with his, "See? What did I tell you? Burrito food truck!"

You don't respond, simply grunting and dragging him to the cashier to order some food.

It takes a lot of time to decide on what burrito you'd buy, there were even tacos, and weirdly, cookies and croissants. It was your dream food truck, really. In the end, you both went for the classic burrito, nothing could beat it.

There were no seats to the food truck, sadly, so you and Jake opted to sit on the curb, legs sprawled out on the road, hopefully no cars drive by.

"You ready?" Your best friend asks you, looking at you with much anticipation. You stare at your own burrito in much more anticipation, it's been 4 years since you had a burrito. You wonder how you could survive that long.

You nod vivaciously, already opening your mouth to take a bite. Jake chuckles as he watches you take your first bite, your cheeks instantly puffing out full of the contents. You shut your eyes in bliss, licking your lips for anything left on them.

As you continue to chew, you shake your head, "Shit, I haven't had anything this good in sooo long." You exaggerate, taking yet another bite of the heavenly treat.

Jake can't agree more, he just had a burrito last week, but somehow eating one with you feels different. Especially when you don't mind him seeing and pointing out the smeared food around your mouth, simply trying to search for it with your tongue instead.

Your best friend wants to cherish this moment forever, keep it deep in his heart and laugh at it in the future when he suddenly gets reminded of it, he wants to brag about it to his friends, maybe even share it with his grandchildren, he doesn't know. All he knows is that you're it for him.

You're the one he's spent all of his teenage years with, his first heartbreak, first sleepover, first drink was with you, heck, you were his first close friend!

You know so much about him, you share so much about yourself to him, he's the one you trust. He's the first person you call out to when you're down, first person you call out to in the best of your times. It amazing how much you've been through together, and Jake thinks anything is possible, as long as it's you.

Falling in love seems so much easier than ever, especially at that moment, eating a burrito instead of the expensive caviar at the party before, just with him. And nobody else.

He wants to make you his. Not just his best friend, his lover, his soul mate, his whole world. Not that you weren't already.

"What's wrong?" you suddenly ask Jake, startling him. "You nudge your chin at the burrito in his hands, "Why aren't you eating?"

Jake flushes, realizing he's been staring at you the whole time, taking a big bite of his burrito, before looking away bashfully. "It's nothing."

You grow suspicious of his actions, watching as he swallows and bites his lip shyly. You choose to leave it there, instead bringing up your parents being out of town next week.

The conversation keeps going, from one topic to the other, swerving all over the place, but that's just how it is, talking to the person you're most comfortable with.

The conversation goes on and on until you find yourself walking along the streets blindly, fiddling with the paper packaging of the burrito you ate. You also find yourself wearing Jake's shoes instead of walking barefoot, he gave to you after you complained about walking over so many rocks, and you didn't like how your heart swarmed and beat dangerously fast as he claimed it would be better if you borrowed them for the night.

Strangely enough, his blazer he took off about and hour ago now stayed on your shoulders, keeping you warm from the cold breezes of the night. All your best friend's actions made you swoon over him, and that wasn't something you would feel often. Maybe occasionally, but not everyday.

Jake doesn't know what got into him when he took his shoes off for you, or when he draped his blazer on your shoulders, or why he took your heels and held it for you. What he does know, is that he enjoys the way your lips purse and a light shade of pink dusted over your cheeks. Or how you pull his blazer tighter around your body and sub-consciously loop your arm around his again.

You two never really got to go through the proper high school experience, your parents forced you to go to a strict school with strict rules, they didn't even have celebrations.

Jake always imagines what it would be like to go to a dance, prom, maybe? Full of fun, dancing, and definitely you. You had a similar vision. Chugging down punch or soda and dancing crazily together until you both get sick and throw up in the bathroom.

Prom was like a mutual yearning for the both of you.

God, how you would kill to have a normal high school experience.

"You know," Jake starts, "this feels like I'm walking you home after prom."

You can't stop the grin from reaching your lips, giving into it and letting out a soft laugh. Softly, you elbow his side, "Corny."

There are a few laughs here and there after that, but overall just comforting silence that goes throughout the night. The crickets that echo throughout the night are your only noises, and the few cars rushing by. You two come to a stop at a random bench by a streetlamp, settling there until you realize it's time to go back to the party.

You realize it, but you just don't want to let go of the moment.

You feel Jake hook his leg under yours, swinging them together in sync as you rest and stare into the night sky. Tonight isn't that much of a pretty night, no stars, barely a moon, but that's alright, you're enjoying the most of it.

You turn your head away from the boring black sky, instead facing the mot interesting thing you find in life. Jake is staring down at your swinging legs, smiling at the sight. He fiddles softly with your fingers, caressing and tracing them as if they were one of the most precious things in the world.

Your eyes trail from your tangled legs, to your tangled hands, all the way up to Jake's face, tracing each and every detail with your gaze. You don't remember when he matured, you only remember the fluffy cheeked bowl cut Jake when you two were still middle schoolers. Now all that cheek has become more defined, especially his jaw, you can't help but admire him. He was like a piece of art. Your favorite piece of art.

For the second time that night, you focus on his hair, and ought to run your hands through them once again. To pull him into your embrace as he rests on you, to simply relax and twirl his strands around your fingers.

It seems like whenever you're staring at his hair, Jake just startles you with his eyes, still glossy, but this time they hold something different.

They admire you just as much as yours admire him.

Slowly, as if an unspoken agreement, you lean in closer to his face. His breath close to your cheek sets goosebumps trailing your body, and his touch now on your neck warms you inside.

Your eyes flit between his eyes and lips, oh those plump, soft lips you dream of. You would never admit it, but you have had many urges to crash your own upon them.

And that's exactly what you do. Though, crash isn't the right word to describe it. They press together softly more than recklessly, pulling into a soft lock, something much more than just platonic love being poured into it. Pure bliss and love are being poured like gentle and calm rivers, the ones you find clear and beautiful in parks. It runs faster as Jake tilts your head to kiss you closer, lips wrapped up in the warmth of yours. It feels like home to him.

Jake is absolutely perfect, you decide, despite all the many nights spent together breaking down, left for each other to pick the other up, it makes him perfect.

He thinks you're the most flawless thing he's ever seen, despite all the gems and crystals he sees in most parties, you're the brightest one shining, he could never find any jewel more valuable than you.

You pull away with one last soft lock of your lips, but stay close and ghost them together. You find his eyes the shining the most you have ever seen in the 10 years you have spent with him, one different emotion fluttering behind them. Love.

You surely don't feel that big of a person when you're at these big rich parties, even if everyone knew of your name. But kissing your best friend and being the one he sees, he loves, being his, you feel like you could rule the world.

You know you're his after this. How could you not? The way he breaks out into a very bashful smile when you leave one last peck on his lips, the way he holds you so close. There was no way he couldn't be yours after this.

A week later you have a very sleepy boyfriend on your couch, his head resting on your lap as you play softly with his hair. Nothing is all that different, except for all the kisses he steals when reaching up to you. And of course, the corny lines being thrown at each other as a competition to see who can come up with the cheesiest, most disgusting pick up line ever.

"I want to wrap you in my arms and make you my baerito."

"Ugh Jake that was just straight but bad! Not even funny or cheesy!"

Jake simply laughs, and wraps his arms around you just as he claimed to have wanted to, mumbling how he agreed into your forehead.

Being in his arms, you feel like you could fight everything that would try to hurt your lover, but for now you stick to the playful pokes he gives to your stomach and sides.

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[hangovercurse]

Until You Fall Asleep

After moving in with the crew to help cure your quarantine boredom, you find a new way to deal with your insomnia.

Request: “Could you please do a Colson fanfic where you're a friend of the gang and you move into their house for quarantine so you're not alone. Colson finds out you have terrible insomnia and starts staying up to keep you company and you gradually start sleeping in his bed because it's the only place you seem to actually sleep. You start to get really close through these late night chats, watching films, sharing stuff and opening up to each other... Friendship starts to develop into something else. I need some fluff to see me through these sleepless nights! 🙏😘 Thanks!”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 3487

Living with your best friends during a nationwide quarantine seemed like a good idea when you agreed to it, but after the 5th night of wandering the huge house late at night because you couldn’t sleep, you were starting to think you should’ve stayed where you were. At least at your own place, you didn’t have to worry about sneaking around so as not to wake anyone up.

Luckily, no one seemed to notice that you woke up earlier than everyone else in the house or went to sleep later. Or if they did, no one said anything.

Day five

Tonight hadn’t been going so well. You had tried showering, you hadn’t eaten for at least a few hours before trying to sleep, you turned your lavender diffuser on, you’d even tried yoga. Nothing helped, and you were left staring at your ceiling.

Frustrated and uncomfortable, you rolled out of your bed, sock clad feet pattering across your room and slowly pulling your door open. You made your way through the house and out to the pool, letting the cool night air wash over you. A deep breath fell from your lips as you began to pace around the deck, hoping to tire yourself out enough to sleep.

After a few minutes, you heard the sliding glass door open, looking up and finding Colson stepping out with a blunt in his hand. He smiled tiredly at you, “you’re up early.”

You raised an eyebrow, “what time is it?” You figured it was 4, maybe 5 am.

“Almost 7,” he looked concerned, “you okay?”

You were trying to figure out how you managed to stay up until 7 am without a wink of sleep, “yeah, just couldn’t sleep. It’s cool though. Why are you up?”

Colson lit the blunt as he spoke, “couldn’t sleep either.”

Day eight

You found yourself curled up on the couch, reading a book at 5:30 in the morning after hours of trying to fall asleep. You swore if you stayed in your room a second longer, you’d break something, so you snuck out to the TV room with the most boring book you could find.

“Do you ever sleep?” Colson’s voice surprised you, making you jump lightly in your seat. The man chuckled at your reaction, taking a seat next to you.

You pouted at his glee, “I could ask you the same thing.”

He shrugged, “sleep is for the weak.”

A sarcastic chuckle fell from your lips, “oh yeah, I feel so strong and cool right now.”

The man laughed with you, but soon turned serious, “serious though, are you good? Both nights this week I haven’t slept you’ve been awake, and I know you don’t take naps.”

You sighed, “it’s just insomnia, I’ve been dealing with it on and off for a couple years now. It’s not a big deal.”

He cocked his head in curiosity and worry, “how much sleep have you been getting?”

You ducked your head in embarrassment, “I slept for an hour at like 3, hopefully I’ll fall asleep again at some point tonight.”

Colson frowned, “can I help at all?”

A small smile fell upon your face, “sometimes talking helps, but honestly not much else. It’s not that big of a problem, though. I’ve been dealing with this for a while, I’m used to it.”

He looked shocked, “dude, you sleep for a few hours every night! That’s a problem. I don’t even know how you’re still alive.”

“Like you’ve never gone a couple days in a row without sleeping,” you said sarcastically.

“No! I go to sleep late as fuck, but I sleep eventually most nights. You’re on a whole different level.” His tone was slightly defensive, if not concerned, “do I need to get you some pills or something? I can do that.”

Your eyes went wide, “Jesus, Kells, no. I have enough to deal with, I don’t need another addiction on my hands too.”

He chuckled, “I’m just saying it might help. I’m assuming weed does nothing?”

You sighed sadly, “it did for a while, but I think my body got used to it. I just have to wait it out until I inevitably pass out.”

“Well, guess I’ll just bother you until you fall asleep.” He relaxed further into the couch, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Colson, you really don’t have to-“

“You won’t let me get you drugs, so I’m gonna stay up with you. It’s the least I can do.” He smiled widely, knowing he would get his way.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?”

Day Twelve

“You think that Captain America has the best character arc? Seriously?”

Your nightly chats with Colson had moved into his room after Baze was woken up by Colson’s loud laughter during a conversation about what type of dogs you’d both be. So, you were sat cross legged on his bed, facing each other in deep conversation.

The man tried to defend his stance to you, “okay, I know everyone loves Tony’s whole asshole to hero thing, but Captain America went from this goody two shoes to this badass criminal and he still got the girl in the end.”

You shook your head, “you’re just wrong in every way. I’m not even saying Iron Man had a better story, but literally every other character developed more than Steve. He wasn’t that badass in the end, and the fact that he went back to get the girl just proves he never really changed all that much. He was static.”

“So, you’re telling me, if we watched every single movie with Captain America in it, you wouldn’t be entertained?” He crossed his arms and leaned backwards, eyeing you challengingly.

You scoffed, “the movies are fine, I just think that Marvel has produced better superheroes with better plotlines.”

“New plan, we’re going to watch every marvel movie in order and then you can tell me that I’m right.” He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV across from his bed.

Rolling your eyes, you moved back to lean against the headrest, legs spread out in front of you, “you’re not right, but I’ll watch them just to see the look on your face when you realize you’re wrong.”

Colson flopped down on the bed next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you so that you were leaning into his side. A yawn escaped his mouth, “if you get tired, let me know.”

You giggled, “I’m always tired, I just can’t sleep. I won’t get offended if you fall asleep though.”

He pulled a face, “I’m not falling asleep.”

About an hour into the movie the slow rise and fall of his chest indicated differently. You chuckled to yourself once you realized he had fallen asleep, turning further into his chest, and allowing yourself to get more comfortable.

Somewhere between 4 and 5 am, you found your eyes finally closing of their own accord, unconsciousness washing over you.

Day 17

Since starting your marvel movie binges with Colson, you’d found yourself getting more sleep. You couldn’t tell if it was from the movies or from Colson, but either way something seemed to be working.

Tonight, however, even your new routine wouldn’t lull you to sleep. You tried every breathing exercise in the book, but nothing seemed to work. Colson had fallen asleep a while ago, his arm wrapped around you as per usual, so you couldn’t talk yourself to sleep.

So, you decided to take a stroll around the house, hoping the small form of physical activity would help. But in order to get out of bed, you would have to find a way out of Colson’s embrace without waking him up.

You slowly and gently grabbed his hand and removed it from your side, laying it on the bed next to you. Then, you sat up slowly, only to be pulled back into his chest, “where’re you going?”

His voice was deep and gravelly, sleepiness very evident. You responded with a whispered, “I can’t sleep, was gonna go walk around.”

He pulled you in closer to him, nuzzling his face into the crown of your head, “but you’re so warm.”

You chuckled, cuddling into the man, “fine, I’ll stay.” You tried to close your eyes and find sleep, but again, none came. Sighing, you accepted that you would be stuck in your current position, realizing there were worse things than being wrapped up in a beautiful boy’s arms.

Day 25

“I know aliens probably exist, but do you think they’d ever take one of us to study?”

Colson chuckled at your question, “like a human in general or, like, you and me?”

“Like you or me. Do you think we’re important enough to be studied?”

He squeezed your waist, “I think you are in desperate need of sleep.”

Laughing, you responded, “I’m serious! And I have been sleeping, thank you very much.”

“Okay, fine. I think if aliens ever came to Earth, they’d probably be more interested in, like, genius billionaires or really dumb people, like people from Florida.”

You slapped his arm, “don’t be mean to Florida.”

You could feel the vibrations from his laughter, making you giggle. “Fine, but my point is they wouldn’t be interested in us unless they’re really into music.”

“Darn,” you huffed.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “you want aliens to take you and study you?”

Balancing yourself on his chest, you lifted yourself up to look down at him, “yes! That would be so fucking cool.”

He shook his head with a laugh, “you’re crazy.”

“Think about it, who else would be able to say they got studied by aliens. And then you’d know that you were important to someone, even if it is just alien scientists.”

Rolling his eyes, Colson pulled you back down into him, your hands still resting on his chest, “I don’t need aliens to know I’m important.”

“Well not all of us can be ubertalented rock stars with millions of fans,” you joked, a teasing smile on your face.

You glanced up to find his eyes trained on you, holding a softer look in them than you had expected, “I didn’t mean that.”

It took a few moments for his words to get processed by your brain, but you immediately dismissed the thought that he could be talking about you specifically. More than likely he was referencing his family in general, which you could be included in.

Day 31

To celebrate a full month in quarantine, the guys had decided to throw an in-house only party, which just meant that everyone had an excuse to drink together more than normal. You were staying mostly sober, knowing that otherwise the boys would most likely break something, most likely themselves.

You watched from your place on the kitchen counter as Rook, Baze, Slim, Dre, Irv, Dub, and Colson played a round of King’s cup.

“Y/N, you have to drink,” Rook called from across the room, “it’s a six.”

“If there’s no women playing then you just skip that card, Rookie.” You called but took a sip from your cup anyways.

Colson whined, “this is boring.” You chuckled as he moved away from the table to come stand by you, the rest of the guys continuing without him. He leaned against the counter next to your dangling leg, letting you run your fingers through his blond hair, “parties are boring now, Y/N.”

You could tell that he was gone, the alcohol having almost full control of him. “When we get out of quarantine, we’ll throw the biggest party ever, Kells,” you said, letting your hand fall to rest on his shoulder. The man grasped your hand in his and moved it back up to the top of his head, silently begging for you to continue. He turned into a cat, practically purring as he leaned into you, “hey, Kells, you tired?”

He shook his head, “no, ‘m gonna stay up with you, remember?”

You laughed softly, “it’s okay, Kells. You should get some sleep; I’ll be okay for a night.”

His arms wrapped around your middle, head burying into your stomach, “I’ll go to sleep if you do.”

“You gotta let me off this counter for that.” This was a side of Colson you rarely saw; the drunk, very cuddly version of Colson. Occasionally he’d cling on to you when he got really tired, but that was in the privacy of his room. Here he was hanging onto you in front of all his friends, though granted they were too drunk to notice anything unusual.

You hopped off the counter, taking on some of Colson’s body weight in order to get him up the stairs and to his room. Truthfully, you planned to leave him in his bed once you got him there, but he had other plans. As soon as you moved to walk away from the bed, he grabbed your arm sleepily, “why are you leaving?”

Running a hand along his jaw softly, you softly said, “I’m gonna go to my room.”

He whined, “you never sleep in your room, stay.”

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond to that, “Kells, you’re drunk, you need some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep without you.” His eyes were glazed over, making his pleading look even more appealing than normal.

Sighing, you muttered, “yes, you can. I’ll be right down the hall,” but he wasn’t taking no for an answer, hand still firmly around your wrist.

“No.”

You rolled your eyes, climbing into the bed next to him, “I’m only doing this because you need to go to sleep.” He hummed in response to that, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly into him, leaving no room for you to escape even if you tried.

Day 37

Nights with Colson had slowly turned into every moment with Colson. You woke up together, ate breakfast together, spent time together. You were rarely separated for long, not that either of you minded.

At some point, the line between friends and whatever lied next had gotten blurred, but not fully crossed. You and Colson were touchy and cuddly during the day as well as at night, and everyone in the house was starting to notice it.

Part of you just wanted to kiss him and see what happened, but you knew messing with a situation like this could go very wrong very fast. So, you just left it up to him to figure out where this thing would go, knowing he probably wouldn’t make the first move either.

But as you laid in his arms, listening to his midnight ramblings, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you took matters into your own hands. You watched his lips move as he spoke, wanting nothing more than to lean up and press your own against them. Of course, you would never actually do it, but it was nice to dream.

There was a lull in the conversation which was spent with your eyes dancing across each other’s face, trying to figure out what to say next. Suddenly, he blurted out, “can I get your advice on something?”

You nodded in response, a soft smile on your face. He continued, “this sounds so stupid, but there’s this girl I’ve been talking to recently and I can’t figure out if she ‘s into me or we’re just really good friends.”

You sat up slightly, perking an eyebrow up, “well what signs has she given you that she’s into you?” Your heart burned, hoping he was talking about you. It was a feeling that had been happening a lot recently whenever you were around him, which was almost all the time.

He sighed, “I mean, we talk like, all the time about everything. And I think she flirts with me, but I’m not completely sure if she’s flirting or she’s just being friendly.”

“Well, what signs say that she’s not into you?” You ask, biting your lip to hide the grin forming on your face.

Colson hesitated, “I mean, none, really. I’m just scared of messing up our friendship, you know?”

You nodded, “well, you’ll never know if you never ask her. I’m sure it’ll work out.”

He was quiet for a long time, clearly turning the advice over in his head, “I would but, with quarantine and everything, I just don’t think it’s the right time. We wouldn’t be able to actually, you know.”

Your heart fell, realizing that there was no possible way he was talking about you. It felt like every bone in your body turned to Jell-o at the realization, a lump forming in your throat. “Right, well, maybe you could invite her over to the house. Or do a cute facetime date or something.”

He nodded but stayed quiet. You fully sat up, swinging your legs off the bed. “Where are you going?” he asked softly.

Something inside of you was slowly crumbling, and you needed to get yourself out of his presence as soon as possible, “I just need to take a walk, I don’t think I’m tired enough to get any form of sleep.”

Colson let out a small “oh,” as you stood up and swiftly left the room, tears forming in your eyes.

You felt silly for letting yourself fall so easily and for thinking that he might have felt the same way. But you could’ve sworn there was something forming between you two.

And how had you never heard of this new girl? How long had that been going on?

So many thoughts swirled around in your head as you made your way downstairs and out to the empty pool deck, pacing the familiar space. You tried to convince yourself that your feelings weren’t as strong as they actually were so that this could somehow be easier, but you knew it wouldn’t work.

The sound of the door sliding open caught your attention, your eyes meeting those all too familiar blue ones. “You okay?” he asked, leaning against the wall of the house. You flashed him a fake smile with a nod. “This doesn’t have anything to do with what I just-”

“No, no,” you cut him off, “I’m just restless right now, needed to get some energy out.”

He nodded, watching you cautiously, “I’m actually super tired, so I’m gonna get some sleep. I’ll see you in a few?”

You nodded, knowing full well you had no intention of getting back into his bed, “yeah, goodnight.” You turned your head to the ground, studying the cement below your feet.

The door opened and shut, but when you looked back up, Colson was still standing outside, watching you. “I don’t know why I said that. There isn’t a girl in quarantine. Well, I mean, there is, but we wouldn’t not be able to see each other.”

Your head was spinning, trying to make sense of whatever he was saying. He kept talking, “I got nervous and chickened out and then you left and I felt like an idiot.” You looked up to him, confusion evident on your face as he continued on the borderline of rambling, “so I’m just gonna throw this out there and whatever happens, happens.”

You stared at him blankly, not fully processing his words or what was happening.

“Would you wanna go on a date with me? Or, like, whatever kind of date we can pull off here?”

Your eyes went wide in shock, the rollercoaster you had just been on emotionally twisting your mind. You didn’t speak for a few moments, making Colson nervous, but you finally got out a stuttered, “yes.”

He sighed in relief, “god I feel like such a teenager right now.”

You came back to your senses, narrowing your eyes at him, “do you realize the emotional turmoil you just put me through? I feel like I’m crazy!”

He chuckled, moving towards you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, “I know, I’m an asshole. But it was worth it, right?”

“I was literally rethinking my entire life out here,” you pouted, leaning into his touch.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You rolled your eyes, “look who’s all Mr. confident now.”

The vibrations of his laugh shook your own body, “well, you said yes. This would be a completely different story if you had said no. Then I would be the one rethinking my entire life.”

You smirked teasingly, “I could always change my mind.”

He shook his head with a chuckle, “shut up.” His lips met yours, one hand reaching up to softly hold your jaw. You melted into the kiss, your arms moving to wrap around his neck loosely.

You pulled away slowly, a smile spread on your face, “this almost makes not being able to sleep worth it.”

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[miridiums-writing]

Barbarian Bakugou x Plus-sized!Villager!Reader

Summary ; reader loves in village that is ravaged by bararians, bakugou catches them and finds out they are mates

Warnings ; violence, there is implied sexual assault but it never happens kinda like a passing thought. I never actually state gender though reader does wear a dress, so if your someone who doesn’t like wearing dresses then you might have trouble fitting into the narrative. REMEMBER ANYONE CAN WEAR A DRESS, I WILL HYPE YOU UP. They eat in it, also they eat meat so if you’re vegetarian or anything of the sort you probably won’t relate, Bakugou yes he is a warning, swearing it is Bakugou after all.

AUTHORS NOTE ; ill have part 2 out hopefully in a few days, ill link both the petite reader version and the plus-sized reader to each other so whichever suits you better you can read.

Tag list : @squishytenya

Petite!reader version part 1

The village was alight, red ran rampant through the streets, the screams of young and old mixing to create a noise that would give anyone a headache. You were running as fast as you could, no shoes on, trying to pick up your skirts as you ran. You had been woken by a scream and hadn’t thought to put on shoes before you ran to escape the sea of arrows shot at your home. People dragged younger ones through the wreckage, others cried, others shouting for loved ones. Nobody seemed to be left unscathed.

Your feet were in tatters at this point, having ran through rocks and glass to get here. Your only motivation that got you this far, even with the pain you were in, was the orphanage at the top on town. On a slight hill further away from the village, secluded in a way. You hoped against hope the children were ok. You dodged through fire, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You had to make it. You had to keep them safe. Though in your blind panic you didn’t notice the figure stealthily following after you.

You were running up the hill now, twigs that littered the woods floor poking into your poor feet, causing you to slow slightly, but your determination kept you from walking. Just as the orphanage came into sight arms wrapped around your waist. You kicked in attempt to get away, hoping against hope you could escape, get to them. Those kids did nothing to deserve the pain. Your attempts did nothing but tire you more, your hope of escape starting to slip from your grasp. “Stay still dammit” a gruff voice stated. He moved you both back, further into the woods, blocking your view of the orphanage and kept you still.

“Oi Kirishima! Keep those idiots away from the orphanage” He called out further into the woods, not second later a muscular man with spiky hair and even spikier teeth seemed to appear in an instant and disappear just as quickly. With the disappearance of the other man he moved you so you could finally see his face, though his grip on you never loosened. If you were honest with yourself, he was rather pretty. Hard red eyes stared into yours and seemed to judge your appearance as you gaped at him. His blonde locks spiked out, much more naturally than the other mans, he had a defined jawline, and a look that screamed danger. In your curiosity you failed to notice how odd this whole situation was. Here you were being held down by an intimidation and rather frightening man, but you felt no fear towards him.

“Found you” he said, looking at you with a smirk as his face moved closer to yours. Just as you thought he was going to kiss you his face moved lower to your neck and started to pepper kisses and nips into the sensitive skin. You tensed in his hold, not sure what he was about to do, and scared for the outcome that seemed inevitable. Just then he roughly bit into your neck, causing you to shriek at the vast difference from what he was doing before and the pain that started to thump against your neck like a drum. When he was satisfied, he started to lick at your neck, no doubt cleaning up the blood. “There, now that’s sorted time to clean you up and get moving” He tightly grabbed a hold of your hand, pulling you close to his body. “If you try and run you wouldn’t like to know the fate of those kids you so wish to protect so behave.” You didn’t want to know what he could to, so you allowed him to pull you away from the orphanage.

He pulled you both down the hill and towards the town, he hadn’t told you his name and didn’t seem in the mood for light conversation, so you stayed quiet, not wanting to anger the man further than he already seemed to be. When you both got back to the village it was silent. A stark difference between the village you had left behind, and it set you on edge. He must have noticed how you had started to shake a little, though he didn’t say anything on it. “Hide you face into my back, quickly” he said, his voice slightly softer than earlier, though it didn’t stop the unease. Just as you opened your mouth to question it, he gave you a glare that made you close it instantly. You ducked your head down into his back behind him and tried to ignore the strares, questions swarming your mind. “right let’s move out” he shouted, his voice seeming even more loud now you were against his back, making you cringe slightly. With one hand now taking your weight he hoisted onto a horse, repositioning you in front of him to lean against his chest. “Get some sleep, its gonna be a long ride teddy bear”

When you woke you were still in his arms, though you were now wrapped up in a fur coat, keeping you warm from the wind. If you didn’t think about the fact he basically kidnapped you it could almost be sweet. He had positioned you in a way that meant the brunt of the wind was hitting against the fur coat, keeping you toasty warm. He was looking ahead, no doubt keeping control of the horse, though you did notice how he would glance down at you. Due to your position you couldn’t really see anything, giving in to the temptation of going back to sleep for now, who knew when you would be able to sleep again, you let your eyes closed and allowed yourself to relax, your head snuggling into his warm chest.

Your eyes fluttered open at a loud shout, startling you from the fragile sleep you had managed to get. “We’re almost there” He claimed, glancing down at your sleepy form curled into him. Cute. The thought was a fleeting one, but it made him freeze up slightly, he hoped you didn’t notice. This mate stuff was making him soft. The horse abruptly came to a stop and the man carefully gave you his hand to help you jump down. You noticed almost immediately this was much gentler than he had been previously, and honestly threw you for a loop. On one hand this was much nicer treatment than previously, even if he hadn’t been particularly bad, on the other hand what does this entail, does he want something in return? The man pulled you inside what looked like a large tent and pointed towards the bed to sit down, it was covered with fur blankets and looked rather nice and warm to cuddle up in.

“Look here’s the deal,” he said, sitting down on the floor before you, making your face in line with his. “You’re my mate, kinda like a soulmate, I guess. It’s a feeling. My name’s Bakugou Katsuki by the way. Call my Katsuki though, it’ll just piss me off if you call me anything else. Just, listen to what I say. Ill go get you some food, you look like you need it.” As Katsuki walks away you could hear him mutter under his breath “Skinny as anything” When he had officially left, and you decided he was far enough away you started to look around. The tent was rather spacious, but not to the point it was cold. If anything, it was so warm in here. Like an invisible fire was somewhere in the room keeping it warm. The tent itself smelled like wood pine and honeysuckle, and a hint of caramel, it felt more homely than your old village ever did. You knew you had to think through what he had told you, but you didn’t want to even think about it. Taken away from your home after it having been destroyed by them and he tells you you’re his soulmate and you need to listen him.

When Katsuki got back you were cocooned in the blankets, sure the room was warm, but as the night air drew in the rooms temperature seemed to drop drastically, so you had taken it upon yourself to collect all the blankets and pile them onto of yourself. Katsuki stood at the entrance dumbfounded at the sight, as in comparison he stood tall in his trousers and fur coat, with his necklace and earrings to adorn the look. He wasn’t used to feeling cold. He would need to thank his parents later for getting on at him to make sure he had enough blankets for his mate when it got cold. He placed the food down on the table and started picking apart the blankets until he revealed you, cuddling into yourself. “Look, I know its cold but you gotta eat, come on” He allows you to get yourself up, though you take one of the smaller blankets with you to combat the cold.

The meal itself wasn’t anything special. A meat of some kind with potatoes and asparagus. You were so hungry you ate it without question, too hungry to care. He watched you from the other side of the table, it made you slightly self-conscious but brushed it off as his thing, he had a habit of watching you. When you finished you made sure to tidy up your area as best as you could, not wanting to seem impolite. This made Katsuki scoff at you, your insecurity coming back quickly.

“Bed time” was all he said, even though you had been sleeping most of the day, the thought of curling up into the blanket seemed heavenly. As you climbed into the bed, securing yourself under the furs Katsuki came in behind you. He simply brought your body to his, circling his body around yours in a protective manner. With him so close to you, you found it hard to fall asleep. Though Katsuki seemed to find it easy, simply snuggling his face into your neck and falling asleep. You decided to go through your options. Option one, stay still and go to sleep unknowing to what could happen tomorrow, though by his current attitude and behaviour you now highly doubted it being too dangerous, or option two, somehow manage to escape his iron grip and run out of the tent, with no knowledge of where you were, how far from home, or what could be outside the tent. The thought of meeting something worse than Katsuki made you shiver and slightly move closer to him. At least you knew what he was capable of, plus you had the added protection that he claimed you as his mate, those usually ended happily. No one wanted to endanger their mate, it went against Barbarian law. Something you vaguely remembered researching when you were young and curious. With those thoughts in mind you allowed yourself to succumb to the warmth Katsuki provided and fall into a broken sleep.

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Deadbeat Pt. 4

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), fluff, angst, smut, cursing, abandonment, toxic parent, violence, toxic siblings, infatuation, cheating/divorce, angst, mild housewife kink, mentions of prostitution, mentions of alcohol, corrupt official

Lee Bodecker x Reader

Arvin Russell x Reader 

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.

A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.

This is unedited, and I missed anything I should include as a warning let me know! This chapter covers a little bit about her relationship with Arvin and some other things as well. I hope you all enjoy!

I also am having some writer’s block with my Obi-Wan Kenobi miniseries I was working on, so expect Part 3 sometime Sunday hopefully! So sorry for the delay on the final chapter.

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You had lost your virginity in the back of Arvin Russell’s pick-up truck. Your mom and you had gotten into a fight again- you don’t even remember what about. You remember she pushed past you to go outside, while you grabbed the phone dialing Arvin’s number. You didn’t even need to say anything. He just knew. He groggily mumbled out that he’d be there soon. And like the sweetheart he was, he was there in the middle of the night to come pick you up. 

Your mom didn’t even look at you as you came out of the house, your coat secured over your pajamas. She just stared out at the dark night and would light herself a cigarette, taking a long drag. He pulled up to your house in his truck and you’d hop in the passenger door. You sat flush with his side, while you cried silently. He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other wrapped tightly around you, occasionally taking his eyes off the road to kiss your temple affectionately. 

There was a spot out by the lake. A small clearing you could get to by driving on an unmarked road through some woods. He would bring you there when you had to get out of your house. Sometimes, he’d just hold you or he brought a large quilt with him and you’d both crawl into the pick-up and lay together watching the stars as he held you close. 

Despite everything that happened, that boy has always been good to you. He was the kind of boy who you could wake up in the middle of the night and he’d show up in his pajamas to come get you no questions asked. You both looked a little silly. Him wearing his work coat and boots with his pajama bottoms and sleep shirt, and you wearing your coat over a nightgown you paired with whatever shoes you had by the door. 

He’d park the truck and pull you into his arms, holding you close and whispering to you that everything was going to be okay. He’d stroke your hair and press small kisses to your cheeks, not caring that they were salty with tears. You never doubted how much that boy loved you. 

He untangled himself from you for a moment so he could grab the blanket off the top of the backrest. He got out of the truck and you followed his lead, he always held out his hand to escort you down. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest and looked at the ground while he spread out the blanket in the pick-up. 

You’d both climb in and kick off your shoes, and he’d pull you into his chest, so you could rest your head on him instead of the floor of the truck’s bed- which was still hard despite the blanket. You’d rest your hand on his torso, aimlessly drawing shapes over his t-shirt while he looked at you like you were the only girl in the world. 

Sometimes, he would try to think and come up with stories to make you laugh. Sometimes, you’d both just talk about your future, wanting to get out of this town. He’d make promises of taking you away from all your troubles and at the time, you truly believed he was your future. Other times, much like this time, you’d cuddle up together and enjoy the quietness, just enjoying the contact of being so close. He’d never press you to talk about your problems, but he was always there to just listen or if you wanted help he’d be there for that too. 

In-between the whispers of promises and comforting words, you’d both share kisses until before you knew it, you were on top of him, straddling his waist and his hands gently gripped your waist. His touches were always respectful, and he’d always wait for an okay before touching you anywhere. At the time, it was what you wanted. 

“I love you so much,” he’d whisper when you broke the kiss to catch your breath. He pressed his forehead to yours and made circles on your sides with his hands. You’d giggle at how his words made you feel, butterflies in your stomach and goosebumps rising on your skin. He’d smile at the sound of your laugh, knowing he was making you feel better. 

“I love you too,” you whisper. He leans up and connects his lips to yours again. They’re so soft and his body is warm. He sits up so his back is up against the back windshield and you’re sitting in his lap. One arm holds you close to him, his thumb delicately rubbing the exposed skin of your thigh, your nightgown gathering at your waist in this new position and the other hand holds your face as he kisses you deeply. His touch makes a soft moan escape your lips and it encourages him to grip your skin a little bit tighter. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighs, running a hand through your hair, before ducking down to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. The action makes your hips instinctively grind against him and you feel his hot breath on your neck as he groans at the feeling. His arms hold your back and guide you so you’re laying back down on the blanket again, this time his body above yours. He holds himself up with one hand and moves his jacket over with the other for a pillow for you to use. He leans down and presses his lips to yours again. Your hands find themselves under his shirt, sliding up his torso, and you smile against his lips when he shivers at your touch.

“Please touch me,” you beg softly in his ear and almost immediately his body freezes above you for a moment. You bite your lip and nod, noticing his hesitation. “I want this,” you confirm, leaning up and kissing him again.

His hands push up the fabric of the nightgown and then slowly pull your panties off. He was moving like if he went too fast, you’d break. Your hands go to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it off of him, and then you kiss him again with much more urgency, guiding his hand to in-between your legs. You moan at the feeling of his hand finding your clit and rubbing it in a gentle circular motion. Everything was just so slow and purposeful, and all very loving. He kissed your neck, biting and leaving small lovebites on your skin as he picks up his pace, sliding two fingers into you.

His fingers curl and move perfectly, he knows your body so well and he’s already memorized what makes you react to his touch. He kisses you again, sliding his tongue into your mouth, suppressing the moans that fall from your lips at his touch. He can have you falling apart just with his hands.

“Arvin, I need you,” you plead, feeling yourself getting very close. “Please.”

He pulls his hands away to pull off your nightgown, and he stares when your nipples harden in the night air. You were the more beautiful sight he’s ever seen. He also pulls off his own pajamas and his boxer shorts, tossing them somewhere behind him. His lips attach to yours again, one hand running down your side and the other cupping your breast, massaging gently. “Are you sure, baby?” he asks in a whisper against your ear. You can feel his length teasing your folds and it was driving you crazy.

“I’m sure,” you moan softly, running a hand through his hair. He’s very careful, sliding into you for the first time. It was his first time too, and he was worried about hurting you. You wince at the feeling and he pampers you with kisses until you’re ready for him to move.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbles against your skin, and your legs wrap themselves around him. The pain you felt shortly after turned into an immense feeling of pleasure and you moved your hips, silently begging him to move. He chuckles softly, and begins to move his hips. He’s so focused on looking at you, looking at your reactions, making sure you’re okay.

“You feel so good,” you praise, your nails gently marking his back. You did really, honest to God, love Arvin Russell.

“(Y/N) I love you so much,” his gaze looking down at you like you’re the only other creature in the world. Both of you were so dumbstruck by love, and the harsh realities of the world hadn’t torn you from him yet.

Even after you finish, he wraps you up in his arms, making the moment all about you. He was so attentive and caring. You worry that you took him for granted when you think back. No place made you feel safer than his embrace. He was the most selfless person you’d ever met and he would do anything you wanted. He made you the center of his life, and you were so thankful to have had him, even if the world got in the way.

But you didn’t know if Arvin was the boy you had thought you wanted. When you got a call to come pick-up Tommy, you never imagined that Arvin had it in him to inflict so much on someone. The boy who never once scared you, secretly held the ability to beat someone so severely. You were livid with your brother. You were absolutely furious- but this wasn’t something that surprised you about him. Arvin surprised you. He had this anger bottled down deep inside him, and you were scared of it. You were angry and confused.

You were mad he didn’t talk to you. He just went off and did it. It was shocking. He almost killed him. The beating was graphic, Tommy still not even telling you everything. You couldn’t bear to hear it. You could rationalize Arvin’s actions if it wasn’t your brother. It was someone so close to you, and it made you look at him differently. You were also so upset that he kept it from you. You wished he told you about Lenora, and about Tommy and his friends hurting her. But he didn’t. He kept it from you, and he handled the situation in the worst way possible.

For a while, all you would see when you looked at him was the cruelty he inflicted on your brother, even if you agreed the creep deserved it. But that was family, and you had a more delusional view of your family back then. You held a loyalty to them that they didn’t return to you, clearly. Not a day went by when you wished it could’ve turned out differently.

When he showed up at your doorstep, begging for forgiveness, his eyes full of regret, you couldn’t picture anything else than how he must have looked when he attacked Tommy. You can only see how horrible Tommy looked when you had to pick him up off of the ground and carry him to your mother’s car. You knew Tommy deserved it, but he was your brother. You can’t blame Arvin for his actions, and you see that now. But when he was sitting on your front porch steps for hours every day hoping you’d come out and talk to him, all you saw in your mind was the version of him that was sadistic enough to inflict that much pain on somebody.

You wonder if this is why you find yourself drawn to the Sheriff. You knew he had skeletons in his closet, but he was much more up front about his own demons than Arvin. With the Sheriff, his own personal devils were worn on his sleeve, even though he thinks the badge hides it well. With Lee Bodecker, what you see is what you get. Even if he had the secrets the town claimed he had, he was no good. His issues weren’t as nicely tucked away as Arvin’s. With the Sheriff, like yourself, your issues were right there on the surface. You could look at Lee and see the pains of his life. He was not nearly as good at hiding his wrongdoings as he thinks. With Arvin, he was good at pushing it back and hiding it away- and you saw now what happens when he choses to let go.

Arvin would linger in your mind occasionally- thinking about all that could have been with him. But your image of him is tainted, and you don’t know if you could love him again like you had when you were blissfully unaware of this side of him.

You aren’t even sure if this is the reason, you’re finding yourself so drawn to Lee. You had a hard time seeing where these lines were being drawn. Your train of thought hasn’t been rational, you don’t think you ever have been in your life. There’s just something about him that has pulled you in that you couldn’t explain. It was getting harder and harder for you to deny the feelings, as confusing as they were.

“Hi, sugar,” the blonde woman says when you open your front door. She’s wearing the nicest clothes, with white sunglasses, and an animal print coat. If she wasn’t in this town, you thought she’d be a Hollywood star or something. “Ain’t you a doll?” she chuckles, looking you over. “My big brother around?” she asks, looking over your shoulder to obviously peer into your house. The action makes you close the door slightly.

“Who are you looking for?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. You look behind her, a man standing on the steps with a camera around his neck accompanied her. The pair of them were a sight, and the two made your skin crawl.

“Lee!” she exclaims, “Lee Bodecker. Don’t he live here? I’m his sister, Sandy. This here is my husband, Carl.”

“One second,” you say quietly, closing the door and locking it, leaving them on the porch. You had an uneasy feeling about the pair of them, that you couldn’t explain.

You run up to his room and knock on the door. “Lee,” you call, obvious distress in your voice.

“What is it?” he asks, door flying open immediately, concern evident on his face.

“Some woman is here asking for you,” you inform him. “Said she’s your sister. Her and her husband are outside on the porch?”

He lets out a sigh, obviously annoyed that the pair would show up. He tells you he’ll take care of it and follows you back downstairs. He heads over to open the door and the two of them step into your house without waiting for the invitation to come in. You see that Lee’s jaw clenches at their actions. He’s upset they’re here. He’s upset they know about you. He doesn’t know what they want yet, and he doesn’t want to find out with you sitting in the room.

“Can you let the adults have some time to talk sweetheart?” Carl says looking over at you, asking you to get lost in your own house. It’s infuriating. Your fist clenches and you see Lee out of the corner of your eye react the same. Sandy shoots you a sympathetic look and Lee silently apologizes, and nods, his way of asking the same. You hold back from fighting with the stranger when you see Lee’s plea. You nod and head upstairs.

“She’s as pretty as a picture,” you overhear Sandy say as you head upstairs. “She your new sweetheart Lee?’

“What do you want Sandy?” you hear Lee ask with a heavy sigh. Out of respect for Lee, and just assuming it was personal family issues, you head to your room- missing the rest of the conversation. You think about how much you can’t wait for those two to get out of your house. You knew it was wrong of you to judge, but Christ that pair just made your skin crawl for a reason you couldn’t explain.

Sandy and Carl had no problem showing up at Lee’s doorstop asking for money. Of course, that reporter Henry Curtis showed up at their door asking for information about Lee, and Sandy didn’t tell him anything. However, she saw this as an opportunity to get something for herself. She thought by not letting the reporter in and sharing information about her brother she deserved a reward. Sandy knew was in the pocket of a lot of people and she thought by threatening to talk to the press she could get something out of Lee. So now, here they are asking for hush money.

“The only reason you’re not behind bars right now is because I chose to look the other way while you’re whoring yourself out,” he points out to her. “I’m letting you walk free and then you have the audacity to ask me for money? What? Because you wouldn’t talk to a reporter? Fuck, Sandy. I thought you were smarter than this.”

“You let me walk free ‘cause it’ll smear your image, Lee,” she points out. “You ain’t doing that out of the kindness of your heart ‘cause you love your baby sister. You won’t win reelection with a sister locked away for prostitution.”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he spits angrily. “Don’t test me.”

“If you don’t think I’ll blab all your dirty secrets when shows up again, you’re stupid Lee,” she counters. “I think what I’m asking for is more than fair. Lock me up, I don’t care. I’ll make bail and you’ll never hold public office again.”

He feels pinned. All he can think about is getting these two of his sight and out of your house. In the moment, he cares more about that than the money. Fuck it, he thinks. Having this fight with her while you’re upstairs is not worth it. He gets up from the chair, and heads over to his jacket. He pulls a couple hundred dollars of the envelope in his inside pocket from his most recent visit from Brown. “This is for keeping your mouth shut, and for never coming back to this house- call me at the station instead if you need to see me,” he says, handing his sister the small stack of twenties. She nods, kissing his cheek, before they both leave the house as quickly as they entered.

He’s livid. Adrenaline is pumping and he can’t even think straight. He walks over to the window and looks through the curtain, watching the pair drive away. Sandy is driving while Carl looks to be adjusting the radio. He could punch the wall; he can’t even describe the feeling that overcomes him. He’s just overwhelmed, his mind is hazy. He feels like he has no control of his life and he just wants to drive off and never come back to this fucking town. He’s so mad at his sister for showing up here, and even more mad that she brought that fucking husband of hers. He’s pissed thinking about how Carl spoke to you and he’s angry at himself for not coming to your defense. This is who he is. He’s everyone’s lacky. Just letting everyone use him for their own selfish gain. He was complacent when faced with adversary, he always had been. He hates how he’s let himself fall this far down. He’s nothing more than a pushover.

You assume the pair left when you hear Lee close the door to his room, loudly. It surprises you and makes you jump. You decide to head over to his room and see if everything is okay. You get up from your bed and put your book on your nightstand, heading over to his room. You’re concerned and you know there probably nothing you can do to help. But he was so helpful and attentive when that reporter had you so upset. You needed to offer to return the favor at least. You only knock once before his door flies open, and he’s looking down at you. Anything you were planning on saying is lost and the look he’s giving you makes your mind go completely blank.

You don’t know who made the first move. It was like you both went in for the kiss frantically at the exact same time. The kiss was hungry and feverish. Both of your just pulling each other as close as physically possible. His hands run up your back and tangle in your hair, tugging gently, making you moan. Your arms wrap tightly around his neck and he uses his foot to kick the door closed.

“Fuck, doll,” he groans when he pulls back for air. Both of you are panting, and neither one of you know what you say. You both just look at each other wide eyed, your eyes scanning his wondering where the hell that came from. You don’t give yourself much time to think about it, pulling him in for another kiss by the tie of his uniform.

Part Five

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You’re Mine

A/N: NONE OF Y’ALL COME FOR ME FOR THIS HEADER THING LMAO. I really wanted to use it for this fic cause it involves a jealous Bakugou haha. I’m very proud of this fic so I hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing: Bakugou x f!reader

Words: 3,404

Warnings: Choking, hair pulling, degradation, spanking, quirk use. Rough sex. Smut. 

Tags: @smol-enby​ @myherowritings​ @lordexplosionsextra​ 

You and Bakugou had a very loving relationship, even though he was constantly busy as a pro hero, he still made time for you. He was pretty stubborn and could have you boiling with sheer frustration at how he acted, with his cocky attitude that hadn’t really changed since high school. As much as you loved being with him though and admired how attentive he was to you, there were times when he could really drive you up the wall with how he acted. You two butted heads frequently, he was an asshole but you loved him and couldn’t imagine a future without him. You knew he cared about you, from the way he would cook you dinner on his days off when you had a long day at work or just craved his cooking in general; him staying in bed to cuddle you for a few more minutes when you begged him not to leave, having movie nights with you in matching pjs even though you knew matching pjs were not his thing. He did these things cause he loved you, you knew that. Or did you? 

Him being the famous pro hero Ground Zero took up a lot of his time. From press conferences, to working overtime and everything in between, you guys barely had time to slow down and enjoy each other’s presence like you used to. By the time you had picked out matching pjs and popped popcorn for movie night, Bakugou would be passed out on the couch. You tried your best to not be upset about it, you knew that Bakugou was working his hardest to keep Japan safe. But there was always a little voice in the back of your head telling you different. Bakugou went from whistling in appreciation when you would walk by him in a cute outfit to barely acknowledging your presence when you came in from work and he was playing video games with Kiri and Kaminari. 

“Babe?” You questioned and Bakugou’s red eyes that were always a comfort focused on you-for a brief second. 

“Hmm?” Bakugou questioned as his attention went back to the game. 

“Want to watch a movie together?” You questioned hopefully and Bakugou nodded. 

“Yeah let me finish this match up and then we can, baby.” Bakugou answered and you sat down on the couch, a smile spreading across your face. Finally, after weeks you and your boyfriend would be able to have some quality time together. 

One match turned into three. You stalked off to the bedroom-not that Katsuki would have noticed. You passed out shortly after laying down, and woke back up around 2 in the morning, heart sinking slightly when you heard Bakugou still playing games. You heard your phone chime and looked to see that you had a notification from Izuku Midoriya and you smiled to yourself as you looked at the text. You and Izuku had always been close friends since you two were kids; in UA you both drifted apart as you strived to become the best heroes you could and you started dating Bakugou at the time as well. You and Izuku still talked from time to time, but it was in passing. You needed someone to vent to about how you had been feeling about Katsuki though and besides Mina, you knew Izuku was always there to listen to your troubles even if you two had drifted. 

Izuku was sweet like that. 

Anger subsided, you made plans to go out to grab a bite to eat with him tomorrow and just catch up before passing back out. Not like Bakugou was going to come to bed, anyway. 

You woke up the next morning and pulled out a cute sundress, admiring it in the mirror before changing into it. You went to the bathroom and fixed up your appearance before pausing. Why were you getting dressed up? This was just a casual bite to eat, that’s all. You slipped some shoes on, faintly smelling breakfast wafting from the kitchen just before Bakugou stepped in the bedroom. He had on sweatpants that hung low on his hips, a happy trail disappearing in the sweats and your eyes trailed up his muscular form to look at his handsome face that you loved so much. He took in your outfit and cocked a brow. 

“You going somewhere?” He asked, coming over to you to wrap his arms around you. 

“Mhmm, I’m going to go out and eat with a friend,” you say, making sure to not mention the friend was Izuku Midoriya. Bakugou would go feral at that. 

“Oh well I made breakfast to make up for last night. I’m sorry, the boys wouldn’t leave me alone about playing a game.” Bakugou apologized and you could tell he was sincere as he placed a kiss on your cheek. Guilt panged in your stomach but you quickly willed it away. Why were you feeling bad? He was the one who wasn’t paying attention to you, you knew if you brought this up to him too, he would just get upset. 

“Mhmm. If I wasn’t going to eat, I would eat what you made. It smells delicious.” You said as you gave Bakugou a kiss before leaving the house to go out to eat with Izuku. You weren’t doing anything wrong, just going to see an old friend. That Bakugou absolutely hated. 

You arrived at the cafe, seeing Izuku’s bright green hair from the window and you smiled. You stepped out, the comforting smell of coffee and pastries calming you as you stepped inside to greet the man. His eyes meet yours and he quickly stands up to wrap you in a hug. 

“(Y/N), it’s so good to see you.” Izuku says and your heart warms at his soft voice in your ear before he pulls away. You both sit down in the booth before he hands you a drink and you realize that it’s your favorite coffee drink-he had never forgotten. 

Bakugou clicked his tongue as he looked down at his third unread text he had sent you as he walked into the break room where Kaminari and Kirishima were. 

“Hey man, I thought you took today off to spend the day with (Y/N).” Kirishima said and Bakugou shrugged as he adjusted his hero gear. 

“I did but she went out to eat, so I came here to make a little extra cash.” Bakugou said but what Kaminari said next made his blood freeze. 

“Oh yeah, Mina told me she was going out to eat with Izuku today.” Denki said and Kirishima’s eyes widened when Bakugou slammed his locker shut, his hands gripping at the metal tightly. 

“She what?” Bakugou growled as he turned around, his eyes glowing like fire and the heroes stepped back-both were all too familiar with the hothead and his temper. “She went out to eat with Deku?” Bakugou spat out, his eyes dark as he gripped his phone tightly. It’s not like he cared that you were out with a guy, hell you went out on “dates” with Kirishima and Kaminari all the time. But this was Izuku, and he knew that the nerd had feelings for you. Anyone could. You were Katsuki’s, and the fact that you went out to see the stupid nerd had his blood boiling. He stepped away to call you, and after the second attempt you finally picked up the phone. 

“Why the hell are you out with Deku?” He asked, not caring if he could be heard through the line. 

“Because, I can.” You shot back and Bakugou’s grip on his phone tightened. 

“I took off work so we could spend time together-.” Bakugou started but you cut him off with a laugh. 

“Oh really? Cause that’s the first time you’ve put any effort into doing anything in our relationship lately. I’m tired of you not treating me like you used to, Katsuki.” You said and Bakugou’s stomach twisted. You never said his first name unless it was serious, you always called him babe or Suki. What he wouldn’t give to hear that right now instead. 

“(Y/N)...” Bakugou started but you stopped him with a sigh. 

“I really don’t want to do this over the phone Katsuki. It’s my fault for not saying anything about this sooner. We can talk more when I get home,” you said before hanging up. Bakugou looked at his phone, guilt coursing through him. Fuck he really messed up. 

“U-uh is everything okay, (Y/N)?” Izuku asked and you nodded, a small smile on your face. 

“Yeah, just had to take care of that. I’m good.” You lied, your stomach twisting with nerves. Time passed by for hours but felt like minutes as you and Izuku continued to talk, both of you trading stories of how hero work has kept you guys busy. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you noticed it was Kirishima. 

“Hey Kiri, what’s up?” You asked him, hearing as Kirishima shushed Denki in the background. 

“Hey (Y/N)! Um… we wanted to let you know that Bakugou got hit with a quirk today and he had to go home early. We figured we would call and let you know cause it’s not something anyone can really treat except you,” Kirishima finished off awkwardly and you cocked your head. 

“What do you mean?” You asked and Kirishima chuckled as he coughed awkwardly. 

“Well the idiot was blowing off steam after your phone call with him and he rushed headfirst into an attack. It was a sex quirk. We don’t know how long it will last and medicine won’t really help it,” Kirishima said and you could tell he was scratching the back of his neck awkwardly like he always did when he was nervous. 

“O-oh. Okay, I can take care of that.. I guess.” You said before hanging up the phone, a blush on your cheeks. It’s not like you and Bakugou didn’t have sex… the sex you guys did have was mind-blowing. But you guys hadn’t had proper sex in a few weeks-almost months, and you didn’t really expect to be having it because he had been hit with a sex quirk. 

“I’m so sorry Izuku, but I have to go home. Katsuki got… injured on the job.” You said and Izuku’s eyes widened as he waved his hands in understanding. 

“Oh no! I totally understand. Let me know how he’s feeling later, okay?” Izuku said before giving you a hug goodbye. 

You went to your car and your heart pounded in your throat when you saw that you had a few calls and texts you had missed from Bakugou. 

Angry baby 7:49 PM

(Y/N), I need you to come home. Now. 

Angry baby: 7:50 PM

(Y/N), I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’m sorry. Just come home. Need you. 

You quickly pulled out of the parking lot, heart hammering in your chest as you made it to the house and noticed Bakugou’s car parked rather carelessly in the driveway. You got out and made your way inside, darkness embracing you as you shut the door. 

“Katsuki?” You call out, seeing faint light in the bedroom. You walk into the bedroom, jumping when the door shuts behind you but before you can react properly, you’re pressed against the wall and fiery red eyes meet yours. 

You gasp when Katsuki’s hand threads into your hair, fingers gripping at the locks as he pulls. Hard. You let out a small whimper as his other hand comes to grip your jaw, pointer and thumb coaxing your lips apart. 

“You,” Bakugou pants out, his breath fanning against your face as he looks down at you. “You are in so much trouble, baby girl.” You can feel how hard he is, the fabric of his sweatpants straining to keep his cock contained as he presses open mouthed kisses to your neck. 

“K-Katsuki, I-ah!” you start, a cry escaping your mouth as your thoughts are turned to mush when Bakugou bites down on your neck. His hand that is still in your hair tugs slightly as he sucks at the inflamed skin. A growl rumbles from his throat as he picks you up, carrying you as if you weigh nothing. 

“No talking. You’ve been bad and I’m going to punish that slutty pussy of yours,” Bakugou says, his voice dropping an octave lower as he grabs the front of your dress. The room fills with the sound of fabric ripping as he tears the dress off of you. You start to protest but you take a better look at Bakugou and see that his body is glistening with sweat, his breathing seems to be slightly labored and guilt floods your system. Sure, Bakugou can rush headfirst into things, but it’s only really when he is really upset. You not talking to him about things and expressing your feelings caused a rift between you. You wanted things to work out between you and Katsuki. 

You felt as Katsuki’s rough yet gentle hands traveled down to your underwear, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You let out a moan as your back arched slightly at Bakugou’s hands on you. He removed your underwear before kneeling down to admire your soaked cunt. 

“I know this quirk is making me want to fuck your brains out right now, but I really want to eat this pretty pussy out first.” He said, his lips going to leave marks on your thigh and your hands automatically went to his unruly blonde hair. A groan left his mouth when you tugged slightly and he made quick work of his tongue. Lewd noises of him licking, slurping and biting filled the air as he inserted two fingers into your tight hole. You started to move your hips against Katsuki, your clit dragging along his tongue deliciously as he finger-fucked your cunt, causing your walls to clench around his digits. 

“K-Katsuki.. I’m fixing to c-cum.” You manage to squeak out and Katsuki lets out a chuckle. 

“That’s it, baby. Cum all over my face.” Bakugou says as he dives back in, his tongue flicking at the small bundle of nerves. Your orgasm washes over you in waves and you moan as you ride it out, your slick coating Bakugou’s chin and mouth as his red eyes meet yours, a smirk forming on his face. 

He lifts up to give himself a few pumps to coat his dick with his pre as he wipes your slick off his face, using his dick to gently tap at your entrance before pushing inside. A moan escapes the both of you as Bakugou hovers over you, his lips going to latch at the skin of your neck as he starts to thrust inside of you. 

“I’m not going to hold back, just know that right now.” Bakugou growls in your ear before hooking your legs around his waist with one hand while the other goes to wrap around your neck like it was made for your throat-almost like a necklace. He squeezes slightly, drawing out a choked moan from you before he slips two fingers in your mouth, digits pressing your tongue down to keep your mouth open. 

“Keep that pretty little mouth of yours open,” Bakugou says before he purses his lips, slowly allowing his saliva to fall from his lips and into your mouth. You let out a whine as his spit hits your tongue and his cock drags along your walls when you clench. 

“Fuck baby,” Bakugou moans, his teeth latching on your skin again as his thrusts get faster, harder. “You’re going to take this cock like the filthy slut you are. You like this cock going deep inside? Yeah, deep inside that tight little hole of yours.” Bakugou growls as his fingers stay on your tongue, causing drool to seep at the corners of your mouth. His teeth dig into your skin and you let out a whine. “I’m marking you fucking everywhere. You’re fucking mine. All mine,” Bakugou’s voice drops lower, almost feral as he picks up the pace even faster. You feel your toes curl into the sheets as his dick kisses the sweet spot inside of you; sending you towards your second orgasm. You clench around him as you moan out his name, your juices coating his cock as you release a second time that night. Bakugou’s hips stutter as he lets out a groan, shooting out hot ropes of cum to paint your walls white. 

He pulls out of you and motions for you to flip over. He cocks his head and raises an eyebrow when your eyes widen. 

“Oh, you thought we were done? We’re nowhere near done, princess.” Bakugou chuckles before grabbing your hips and flipping you over. His hands grip at your hips, fingers leaving indents as he wraps a hand around your waist; prodding his cockhead at your enterance before slipping inside smoothly. A moan leaves his lips as you move back against him, his lips leaving kisses along your back. 

“Fuck, (Y/N). You feel fucking amazing, shit.” He moans out, his free hand going to tangle in your hair again and pull slightly. You let out a whimper when you feel a heat course through you at Bakugou licking a stripe from your neck up to your ear. “You’re all mine,” he growls out, and you feel as his fingers dig sharper into your waist as he thrusts into you. “No one can fuck you as good as I can. You were made for me and only me. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for weeks.” 

Your body shudders in pleasure at his words alone as he continues to move inside of you. The sounds of Bakugou’s growls and your whimpers fill the room as he keeps fucking you and you feel absolutely full. You hear a sudden smack before your brain registers that Bakugou has spanked you. 

“Again, please Katsuki,” you whine and Bakugou smirks, you can feel it on your neck. 

“Oh? You want me to spank that cute ass of yours again?” He teases, his tone slightly amused. 

“Yes! Please Katsuki. Use your quirk…” you mumble out, making him chuckle as he cocks his head. 

“Hmm? Couldn’t hear you over the sound of me fucking you. What was that?” He teased and you felt your face heat up. 

“Use your quirk on my ass, please!” You blurted out. That was all he needed to hear before you heard the small pops of Bakugou’s quirk being used, his hand connecting with your ass. You let out a sound between a yelp and a moan and Bakugou did it again. 

“You’re such a filthy girl for wanting me to use my quirk on you. Such a filthy, naughty girl.” Bakugou said before spanking your ass again. It stung, but it was a pleasant feeling. 

“Fuck. Katsuki… I’m about to….” You whimper before letting out a choked moan when Katsuki slaps your ass again, causing your orgasm to wash over you once more as you fall forward on your elbows to keep your spent body up. Katsuki grips your hips again as he moves faster into you, strings of curses leaving his mouth as he cums again. His cum slowly starts to seep out of you and onto the sheets, making Bakugou smirk as he pushes it back inside with his fingers. 

“You look so pretty filled with my cum, baby.” Bakugou says as he gets off the bed, coming back to you with aloe vera and a washcloth. You notice his eyes aren’t glazed over anymore and he seems to be back to normal again. Thank goodness. He cleans you off and gently applies the aloe vera to your ass before climbing back into bed with you, gently wrapping you up in his arms. 

“(Y/N)... I’m so sorry I haven’t been as attentive. You’re my everything and I’ll continue to prove that to you everyday to make up for these past few weeks. I love you.” Katsuki says softly as he looks into your eyes, his red eyes sincere and you feel your heart soar. 

“I love you too, Katsuki.” You say happily as he presses a kiss to your forehead before wrapping you up in his arms.

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