#—but I HATE it seeing shit in passing to be never mentioned again like hello please at least check in once in awhile

[hentyehottie]

‎✧ lovesick!chifuyu x hyperfem!bimbo reader : A jealous, pining Chifuyu finally gets the courage to approach you after watching you fraternize with Mitsuya ♡

black fem reader, chubby bimbo reader, reader is a fashion girlie! not really mentioned but chifu studies literature, semi-public sex (I think), kinda whiny reader, kind of a shift at the end. lovesick!chifuyu, reader is a maneater not a mean girl! (jk) Mitsuya & Takemichi make an appearance! There’s like one b*ji spoiler, standing doggy, slight choking, pussy eating, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), excuse any mistakes, MDNI

author’s note: for my bby @prtttycocobuttvr 🫶🏾chile this has been in the drafts for idk how long 🥲 extra long for literally no reason, the bulk of it isn’t even the smut…the ending is so abrupt 😭 but I really needed this out my drafts

wc: 3.7k

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Every now and then Chifuyu thinks back to the day the two of you met.

He fucking hated you at first, he’s ashamed to admit. Was it really hate though? Could’ve been annoyance, jealousy maybe? A lil bit of both is what he’ll chalk it up to. It was love at first sight for him, meanwhile you never gave a second glance in his direction.

He started seeing you more as the weeks passed, the two of you had no classes together, but he still saw you around far too often. You smelled just like marshmallows or vanilla, something sweet that demanded his attention every single fucking time you strutted past him. 

It became a routine—class, cafe and lastly the library where he’d find you doing anything but reading. 

Once a quiet safe haven for him to relax with a good book, now overtaken by the clicks and clacks of you touching up your makeup, or the rustle of a potato chip bag while you sit there with your pink Hello Kitty headphones watching some Netflix drama, even the constant sucking and the jumbling of ice as you slurp down every drop of your boba coffee while waiting for your newest minion to finish your homework.

That day was supposed to be no different. You and one of your minions were heading to that same table, around the same time you always arrived. You looked so damn good too. You always did. 

He was obsessed with your new hair color, black girl blonde is what he learned it’s called. Ash blonde with dark chocolate roots and it’s just so damn pretty he’s losing his fucking mind. Your face is fresh and bare, no makeup aside from a dark blackish-brown lip liner and gloss. Lashes full and fluffy, you must’ve gotten them filled over the weekend.

His eyes are trailing your every move, waiting for the glimpse of your backside that never came.

“Hiiiii Mitsu & friends!” You leaned down to drape yourself over the lavender’s shoulders. Chifuyu tries to keep his cool, brows furrowed and eyes almost as wide as saucers as he watched this strange display. 

And friends? How fucking pathetic is that. Granted, he didn’t know your name either, often referring to you as “that pretty girl” when he spoke about you to Baji’s grave but fuck, that made him feel like shit. 

It’s the first time he’s heard that cute voice of yours and it’s when you’re greeting Takashi fucking Mitsuya?? You guys seem well acquainted and it burns Chifuyu up inside, when the fuck did you two get all buddy-buddy? And what the fuck did Mitsuya have that he didn’t? 

He wonders who initiated the first contact, wouldn’t be surprised if it was Mitsuya, he’d always had the confidence a loser like him lacked. He was also very good with women, unlike Chifuyu. Then again, you seem very bubbly and outgoing so it very well could’ve been you who approached him.

“Here are those fabric swatches I was telling you about. If you decide to use any just let me know! I have tons of rolls and I can bring you some yards.” You hand him a couple of squares of fabric. At least ten 4x4 squares that you took the time to cut and string on a little o-ring like paint swatches. So cute. 

“Thank you, y/n!” He smiles. “I’ll surely let you know.”

Just like that, you’re heading over to your table, minion hot on your heels. 

It’s a quick exchange, and it should’ve been harmless, but boy does it boil his blood. God, did you speak to everyone but him?!

“Y/N,” Damn, he learned your name, heard your voice and watched you diss him all in one sitting. It was insane. “You know her?”

“Yeah, we’ve only spoken a few times but she’s super friendly. She’s an exchange student from the states, a fashion major too, we have classes together.” Mitsuya spoke as he sketched out a few designs for a project. 

“This would make a nice jacket.” He shows Takemichi the blush pink corduroy square for him to feel. “Maybe pants too if she has enough. It’d look nice on Koko, he’s my model.” “It would! It’s nice and soft, like velvet! Koko’s super pretty too, it’ll look great.”

He steals glances at you every now and then. 

“Just talk to her dude, she’s literally so sweet.”

He doesn’t raise his head, still sketching away, but it’s clear who his words are directed to. Mitsuya has known him for quite some time, of course he knew how to read his pragmatic friend. 

“Yeah! Unless you’re scared.” 

He cuts his eyes at the crybaby blonde. Of course he wasn’t scared, just a bit apprehensive is all. 

He looks your way one last time.

Your back is to him and you have your MacBook open in front of you watching a recap of celebrity metgala looks. You’re enamored by your fashion content, even taking notes in your cute notebook with your adorable pom-pom pen. You’re too oblivious—too much of an airhead in your own dumb little world to notice that simp eye fucking you. 

Dude’s practically drooling while staring at your tits. It’s disgusting, enraging even. It boiled his blood, so much that he’s scooting his chair back to approach the both of you. Takemichi and Mitsuya watched him with careful eyes, since he didn’t say a word before he made his move. Fuck it, his pride was already shot and he didn’t have shit else to lose. 

You didn’t even notice him at first, both airpods in, now staring into your hello kitty shaped compact mirror while reapplying that sticky beauty supply lipgloss all over your plump pout. 

Before he could even stop himself he’s snatching up your homework sheet, scanning his eyes over this chump’s work. Wrong. Wrong. Most were either fucking wrong or incomplete! Complete bullshit and he was gonna let you turn that in?!? 

“Get the fuck outta here.” He’s speaks so calmly, it’s all the more sinister. 

The four-eyed geek is snatching up his bag and calculator so damn fast you’d think Chifuyu had a gun to his head. 

It pissed him off so bad! But why did it piss him off so bad? 

Probably because you’ve approached everyone but him as if he’s not one of the smartest people on this fucking campus. Probably fucked them all too, so why were you being so damn stingy with him? And why the hell was he so worried about it?

Chifuyu motions to sit down next to you, thighs spread with his hands clasped between them. He run’s his sweaty palms along his pants every now and then, trying to build the courage to speak to you. 

You give your lips one last smack, capping your lipgloss and shutting your compact. “Hey, you’re Mitsu’s friend! Do you know where…nevermind. I don’t even remember his name.”

“He said he had something to do, I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.”

“Oh okay. What’s up?” You finally give him your undivided attention, dropping your stuff into your little designer baguette bag, turning in your chair until you’re facing him. You’re almost instantly entranced by those striking eyes, iris’ the color of sea glass. The dark locks of his undercut styled messy and wild. He’s cute. Real cute. 

“I like you.” Chifuyu has never been one to beat around the bush, even though his heart was nearly beating out of his chest right about now.

“You don’t know me to like me, so if you wanna fuck me, just say that.”

You say it like it’s nothing. Must be used to it by now, constant fetishizing instead of genuine attraction. But the way he’d been pining over you was much deeper than someone who just wanted a quick fuck. You plagued his mind—his thoughts, all you.

He runs his tongue over his lips, not in a creepy way, but because he’s nervous and they’re dry. Either way you still notice it, it’s kinda hot honestly. 

 “I do. I mean I would, but I don’t want to-I don’t have to,” He’s stumbling all over his words and it’s fucking embarrassing. Word vomit, is what Mitsuya calls it, it starts and there’s no telling when it stops. 

“Regardless, I wanna know you–I think you’re so pretty, I like your style, the way you dress and stuff. And I’ll do your homework, if you want. Or I can actually show you how to do it, cus’ if you turn this garbage in you’re sure to fail.” Chifuyu tosses out. He barely wanted to do his own, so why the fuck was he offering to do yours? Was he that desperate for your attention? 

You’re twirling your hair around your finger, head tilted. You’d never had one of them offer to teach you, just always offering to do it just to be in your space. 

“Hmmm..so you wanna be my tutor. I guess, but what’s in it for me?”

The blackette could feel his eye start to twitch, there’s no way you were serious. “I’m doing your homework and tutoring you for free, what the fuck else do you want from me?” He scoffs. 

Greedy bitch. 

“Boy please, I can have any of these other guys doing my homework. You obviously want something from me and I just wanna know what you’ll offer me in return.” 

“I don’t want anything from you, I’just want you.”

You stare at him and he stares back, that adorable face of his morphed into a slight pout. He holds eye contact the entire time, it’s almost intimidating, but his aura is so light and genuine. 

He’s a strange boy, you’ve concluded, but it’s intriguing. 

“Why?” 

“I don’t fuckin know,” He truly doesn’t know, you’re just a dumb girl he happened to see at school. Not the first and definitely not the last, but you’ve been on his mind since he first laid eyes on you. “But I like you, a lot. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He was infatuated and he didn’t know why. 

You divert your eyes, tapping your puffball of your pen against the wooden table. “What if I want you to fuck me?” 

There’s a pause, you look at him and he looks at you before he sucks his teeth. “You’re joking.” Even still, he feels the blood rushing from his cheeks to his cock.

“You said whatever I want.” He needs to make sure he heard that correctly. Was it a test? A prank? Because you’re obviously just fucking with him. “But if it’s too forward, we can just study I guess.”

He’s silent and so are you but the way he’s boring into your soul makes you wish you never brought it up at all. “You serious?”

You nod, batting your fluffy mink lashes at him and as lame as it sounds, that’s all it took. 

Next thing he knew, Chifuyu was eating his crush’s pussy in one of the private study rooms. He’s almost embarrassed at how quickly he fell to his knees, eager to slurp on your pretty, plump cunt. 

The library is old. One of the oldest buildings on campus, hasn’t been renovated since it was built. A private study room was the perfect place—just a windowless, concrete box where no one could see or hear you leaned on your back with your feet in the air while he sucked on your pussy. 

Your clit is juicy and suckable, the pink nub catches his attention the minute he slid your panties down and spread your thighs open. 

He’s used to keeping his face stuffed in a book back here, now he’d much rather have his face stuffed between your thighs every second of the day. 

You’re a sight to see right now, tits spilling out from under your top, panties looped around one of your ankles and your skirt is flipped up and out of the way, away from the mess he’s making between your thighs. 

He’s so messy with it, spitting on it and slurping it back up, licking stripes up your sweet pussy until your clit is peeking out of its hood.

“So good.” He breathes out, spreading you wider. From your hole, all the way up and back down again, his tongue leaves no part of your cunt untouched. He’s dragging up one last time before sucking your cute little clit between his lips, running his hands up and down your plush thighs and belly. 

After a while you lean up and your shaky hands manage to pry those supple pink lips away from your clit, his lips leaving your pussy with a loud, wet ‘pop’. “Waittt, I never got your name.” You whined. 

As if names, or lack there of, had ever stopped you. But you desperately wanted to know his and you wanted to scream it when you came—which would be very soon if he kept sucking on your clit like that. 

He’s gazing up at you with those dazzling seafoam green eyes, silvery strands of your slick still connected to his lips when he pulls away from your pussy. 

“Chif-fuck...” He’s huffing and puffing trying to catch his breath, resting his head on your thigh for a moment. Your hand is running through his hair, back and forth petting motions until his breathing slowed. “Chifuyu. Matsuno..Chifuyu.” 

He rarely gave his full name, at least not to people he held no respect for. But you were different, he just knew you were. He’d never been this intrigued by another person since middle school when he met the infamous Baji.

“Chi-fu-yu. Chif-uyu.”

You test it on your tongue, wanting to get every syllable right. It makes him fucking melt, the sound of his name flowing from your glossy lips is so pretty. Fuck, he needed to hear you moaning, screaming and babbling it like a little slut. His little slut.

He wastes no time pressing his lips back to your pussy, licking thick stripes up and down, fat tongue relentlessly teasing your entrance and dragging back up to your clit.

“F-fuck how are you so good at this..” It catches you off guard. His head is sloppy and nasty, but not too wet with just enough teasing to drive you insane. It’s almost as if he’d been acquainted with your pussy before this, but you know there’s no way. 

You barely notice how your body subconsciously rocks against him, rubbing your pussy up and down his face, your clit bumping his little button nose every single time. 

Your question falls on deaf ears. 

The once bright-eyed boy is now staring at you, his eyes alarmingly low and glossed over as he loses himself. 

He’s too far gone now, lost in absolute bliss between your thighs—the taste of your gooey, sticky cunt, your moans, the feel of your thighs trembling. Pussydrunk wasn’t even the word.

He lets you use him. Lets his tongue hang slack against his chin for you to grind your puffy clit against it. His face is wet and sticky and he’s covered up to his cheeks in your slick. He can barely breathe, you’re rocking far too fast for him to get a breath in, but even still Chifuyu would eat your pussy until he was blue in the face if it meant pleasing you. 

Every inhale is laced with your scent and it’s like an aphrodisiac. Everything about this was so perfect. He can feel the shivers running up and down your body—you’re close, he knows it and that’s when he gets relentless. 

“G-nna cum for you baby..can I cum?”

Christ, the way his dick jumped should’ve been a sin. Chifuyu hums against your clit, groans his approval so his lips don’t have to abandon your perfect pussy again. You can feel every single lick & suck and even the puffs of air he breathes out of his nose as he slurps on your cunt, teasing your sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming Chifuyu. Mmm, I’m cumming. Chifu-” 

Your climax hits you like a punch to the gut, knocks the wind out of you and has you doubling over with your hands tangled in his dark locks, your trembling thighs squeezing against his neck. 

Your moans and pants are so sexy, he loves you like this. You don’t even realize you’re running from him until he grips your hips tighter, pulling you forward and holding you taut.

He’s desperate to drink up all you’ll give him, thick tongue gliding over your hole before he’s shoving it inside. Not a drop of your lovely essence goes to waste as you let him get his fill. 

The chime of the desk phone startles you and forces him to part from your cunt. He looks at you and you look at him, you make no move to get it forcing him to. 

“Chifuyu!” The librarian calls, he frequents this place so often that the two of them have gotten quite familiar. “Sorry to bother you and your girlfriend, but the library closes soon-“ She’s checking her watch. “In about ten minutes hun.” 

“Ah, okay! Thank you Miss and she’s not-” When he catches the dial tone he places the phone back on the receiver. 

“She says we have ten minutes until the library closes.” 

Before he can even finish, you’re already on your knees shoving his joggers and underwear down in one swift move. His dick is gorgeous—thick with a pretty pink tip. You’re not sure about the size, seven maybe seven and a half inches. Either way, it fills your mouth perfectly, big and heavy on your tongue as you lick the precum dripping from the tip.

The minute he feels your mouth on him he nearly loses all control, knees threatening to give. Chifuyu grips your jaw, popping his cock out of your mouth with an audible ‘pop.’

He notices a dip in between your brows. A frown? 

A pouty frown on your pretty face accompanied by a roll of your eyes. So cute. 

“Chifuuu,” You whining his name is tearing him apart inside, staring up at him with those doe eyes. “We only have 10 minutes. I wanna make you cum.” 

He’s pulling you back up, spinning you until your ass is pressed against his crotch. 

“I know pretty…I’m gonna fuck you.” His voice is breathy, desperate. “That okay?”

It’s soft but he hears it. The soft ‘yeah’ tumbling from your lips, the small gasps of anticipation as  you raise up on your tip toes to meet his height. He’s sliding his length through the junction of your thighs, coating himself in your slick.

It’s so good, this little crevice between your thighs and cunt feels like heaven. Like the warmest hug embracing him with every push and pull of his hips.

He has to force himself to pull away. He wouldn’t be able to face you again if he came from fucking your thighs. 

Blunt fingertips melt into the plush flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch as he slides past the tight ring of your entrance, a loud squelch greeting him when he bottoms out. 

You’re the epitome of enticing, a pretty bitch with a perfect pussy, and honestly he feels undeserving. He feels his infatuation for you growing deeper, except this is something he wants, no, needs forever.

He’s so gentle, stroking slow and stretching you out just right cus it’s a tight fit. 

Despite the wetness dripping down your thighs, you feel every single inch of him. The burn of the stretch, the slight ache as he kisses your cervix with every clumsy thrust. Your pussy feels so good around him, like it was made for him. Made to take his dick. 

“I didn’t—I didn’t think you’d be so b-big.”

Snaking his hands around your neck, he’s pulling you up so your back meets his chest, rolling his hips so the thick head of his dick mushes against the gummy walls of your g-spot. Your legs are trembling but he holds you up. Heavy breaths against your ear as his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Mmm, yeah? You don’t think much of me at all, do you? Think you’re too good for me?” 

“Noooo! I don’t think that.” He’s not letting up, stroke after stroke, until you’re creaming all over him, and even then, he still doesn’t stop. “W-would never… think that.”

The thick white fluids settling at the base of his cock, the slick gush of your pussy every time he fucked into you. It was driving you mad. 

“I don’t exist in your world,” Thrust after thrust. “But you consume mine, I want you so bad.”

Your brain is fuzzy, just barely able to make out what he’s saying. “I-ah want you tooo…y’know just h-how to handle me baby.”  

“Yeah,” He breathes out. “Of course I do.”

You’re not sure if it’s the sureness in his voice or the sweet kiss he presses against the bare skin behind your ear that sends you over the edge but your climax hits you like a train carrying the sweetest bliss. You don’t utter a word, just deep breaths and pants, a quiet belt of his name towards the end as you melt into him with every buck of his hips. He feels it—the spasms, the trembling, the cozy warmth you coat him in, an impromptu reminder that he’s unprotected inside of you. Still, he fucks you through it, just until he’s close enough-

“F-f-fuuuck.” The groan rips through his throat as he reaches his end, the grip on your neck loosens as he pushes you down and spills his seed all over the cheeks of your ass. 

He’s so unprepared it’s a shame, forced to use the inside of his turtleneck to clean the mess he made, even going as far as to place you up on the table and wipe between your thighs.

“Oh you didn’t have to- I have wipes..” 

“No big deal, didn’t wanna dirty your skirt. You made this, right?” He rubs the hem of the frayed pink denim, recall’s seeing a square of this same fabric on the ring you gave Mitsuya. 

“I-I did. How did you know?” 

 “I remember seeing you sketching it out. Glad it turned out nice enough for you to wear. It’s cute..” He trails off when you avert your gaze.

“Thank you. I’m glad too…” You trail off and you avert your gaze.

“Don’t go acting shy on me, y/n.” It’s the first time you’ve seen it, something akin to a smile on his cute little face, his eyes are as bright as stars as he stares down at you. It’s odd, almost as if the roles had changed.

“I’m not!” You whine. “It’s just strange, you’re strange Chifuyu.” 

[wonwoonlight]

finding love / kim mingyu

a/n: mingyu brain rot bc i dreamt of him last night and ive never felt so loved 😭😭😭😭 first fic of the year! not proofread bc im too lazy. Enjoy🤍 do tell me if u enjoy this??? Hello???

wc: 1.1k // just some musings about love // fluff // super very soft // i dont think theres any warning except that i want him NOW.

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You don't know love until Kim Mingyu.

It's not anything as dramatic as you not believing in it. You just really haven't found the right person, nor have you been trying to look for one. Which is why it's a wonder that you end up with someone as wonderful as Kim Mingyu.

Your meeting with him wasn't anything special either. It's nothing out of a fiction; it's not exciting and it's not magical. It's just you, being Chan's friend and introduced to the members when he invited you to their concert and you visited the backstage once it finished.

It wasn't an instant click either, you just ended up talking individually somehow and the relationship progressed as time passed by.

You don't know love until Kim Mingyu.

He holds your hand when you're afraid even if you don't say anything.

He holds your hand when you're afraid even if he's afraid.

You both hate horror movies with passion, but once in a blue moon you two would challenge yourself just to see if it has changed. Every single time Mingyu would brace it and watch through everything just so he can tell you when to close your eyes and when it's okay to open them again.

You don't know love until Kim Mingyu.

He would listen to everything you talk about. From your complain about your coworkers, to your random ramble about some stuff you see on Instagram reels.

He listens.

He always does.

Because one day you're talking about how it's been quite some time since you've eaten lasagna and the next dinner Mingyu bakes lasagna for you himself.

He listens.

Because when you mention once in passing to your friend, to which Mingyu only listens partly to because you're on the phone and doesn't realize he's already awoken from his nap, that you've always wanted to try snorkeling, Mingyu arranges for it immediately once he finds a suitable date for you both.

You don't know love until Kim Mingyu.

He finds time to contact you in midst of busy schedules, and always tells you beforehand if he's going to be too busy to reach out in any way. You've told him plenty of times that you understand and that he doesn't need to reassure you everytime, but you've also told him once long before you started dating that you're the type to welcome words of assurance more than anything.

So he continues to reassure you everytime he can.

“What do you think about this?” Mingyu asks, yet again in another set of outfits.

You don't know shit about fashion, and you think Mingyu looks good in everything because he knows how to dress himself well. This is something that he's aware of, but he also likes your validation so you always try your best to say anything other that “You look good” and “I like this better than the previous one”.

“I think… you know I like it best when you're in black so I'm not sure if your current outfit is actually better than the black one or not.” You say sheepishly, to which Mingyu laughs at.

Your heart skips a beat at the sound of his laughter, something that hasn't changed despite having dated him for almost a year now. He makes his way to you and engulf you in a hug, whispers something that sounds suspiciously like “you're so cute” though he doesn't admit it because you don't like being called cute.

“Hmm.. Maybe I should go for the black one.” He says as he looks at himself in the mirror once again.

“What? No! Wear what you think is best. You know I have zero sense of fashion.”

“You like it, though.”

“I like you. You know you can wear the ugliest shirt out there and I'll still like it.”

Mingyu freezes and you see the tips of his ears turning red. You don't always say your feelings out loud, and when you do, it always hits a soft spot within him. And for all the cheesy comments Mingyu always parades to his fans, he's actually bad at receiving them himself.

You would usually jump at this opportunity to tease him, but you're feeling especially soft today, so you walk up next to him and tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“I appreciate your sentiment, but don't trust me this time around, okay?” You chuckle and cup his warm face before dropping a peck on his lips.

“Alright…” He presses his lips together and goes for another kiss. “You'll really like everything…?”

And as much as Mingyu reassures you, you reassure him back.

“I like you. So you can wear anything, and I'll like it as long as it's not something weird like a dragon costume or something.”

Mingyu succumbs with a shy smile and hides his face in your neck.

You don't know love until Kim Mingyu.

He's brought you happiness that you didn't know existed. He always makes your bad days good and your good days even better.

You automatically look for him when something makes you laugh, a part of you always wishes to share your happiness with him no matter where he is. You also look for him when you're not feeling your best, because one look and Mingyu knows you need him beside you, his arms enveloping you to ground yourself to him, and his deep voice reminds you that things are going to be okay.

“Does it bother you?” Seungkwan asks one day. You, him, Mingyu, and Seungcheol are chilling in Mingyu's dorm.

“What?” You return his question, getting more comfortable on the sofa. You're leaning against Seungcheol's shoulder, as Mingyu is too busy playing something on his phone and you don't want to restrict his movement by leaning into him.

“The… you know. Whispers. What people say?”

“About me and Mingyu?” You make sure. Your relationship isn't public, but you know some people in his company doesn't exactly approve of his choice of a girlfriend even though their opinions don't matter.

“Yeah…”

You hum as you look at Mingyu, sitting comfortably on the floor near Seungkwan. He comments on how random the younger guy's question is, but doesn't seem too bothered by it.

Something pleasant settles in your chest as you continue looking at him, your smile growing when the answer to Seungkwan's question pops in your mind.

“Not really, no.” You turn to him with a smile, your voice firm with security. “I know Mingyu loves me and that's enough.”

You don't know love until Kim Mingyu.

Because he loves you with everything he has to offer and beyond, never once failing to let you know his feelings haven't wavered.

Because you want to do everything for him even if you're not able to, your heart always finding a way to be with him even when he's not next to you.

[temmtamm]

Hello! I hope you're having a nice day ^^

I was wondering if you could write a rise!Donnie x gn reader where the reader is kinda insecure of their intelligence? Since Donnie is a genius in a lot of things but reader isn't all that smart (can't even stand math, physics or chemistry) but they understand feelings more and like dancing and being in movement. I hope it makes sense lol, English isn't my mother tongue.

Remember to stay hydrated and safe!!

➴DONNIE WITH STREET SMART S/O➶

(Asks are open and appreciated)

Papers upon papers were skewered around the office as (Y/N) chewed at the end of their pen, their brows scrunched up in agitation as they did so.

They hated deadlines. They hated that they had to sit down and finish this shit when it wasn’t even done to begin with. It was like everything else went out the window and they hated it. It was only standard math, it shouldn't be that bad- And yet they've been here in the lair for hours on end. They even had to skip out of hanging out and dancing with Mikey after the two planned for this to be their chill day.

This all would've been okay if they were alone, but there was other people in the lair which made them feel as if they were stupid whenever one passed by and saw that they did no progress on their work.

"I hate school...I should've dropped out and became a stripper-" (Y/N) whined in defeat, letting their face fall onto the table in front of them.

The sudden sound of shuffling alerted them to the presence of someone next to them. It didn't take long for (Y/N) to pick their head up, and instead find that it was Donnie sitting on the edge of their desk, a hand coming up to rest against his neck. "You're still going at this?? This can't be that hard." (Y/N) groaned and tried to shield their work with their hand to avoid any comments. "You're just saying that cause you're a genius. This is actually really hard, Don."

Donnie raised a brow at that as a smile crept on his face. "Though I am flattered that thou recognized thy genius-" Oh, he's talking in that Shakespeare tone. (Y/N) hated that Shakespeare tone. "-One of the questions is quite literally 2+2." He finished, earning a glare from his lover.

"Yeah well, I don't know what to do. My grade's dropping because of these stupid tests. The only way I'm ever getting into MIT is through these damn tests." (Y/N) huffed, pushing their chair back as they got up. "Please, either help or get out.." Donnie smirked, opening his mouth up again to let another slide comment slip out, though immediately closed it once he saw (Y/N)'s face.

"Wait....Are you actually upset?" He asked, looking surprised. He never saw the usually upbeat (Y/N) like this. They always seemed so social and easy going, it was odd to see them being so stressed about this type of thing. "Don, you know I'm not good at this stuff....A bit ironic a genius is dating a dumbass, huh?" (Y/N) tried to ease the mood with a joke, but when they looked back up at Donnie they saw that he was almost offended that they could call themselves that.

"Look, (Y/N). I know it's odd for me, the funny, gorgeous, absolutely handsome-"

"Get to the point, Don-Tron."

"Right...I know it's odd see me get serious but you're not stupid. You're smart in your own right. You actually know how to talk to people, how to always lift a mood, plus not to mention those dance skills- Besides the point. What I'm trying to say is that you are smart, you are just....As people would put it "Street smart"."

He reached his hands out to cup (Y/N)'s face and place a kiss on their forehead. It was a small gesture but a much appreciated one as (Y/N) knew how indifferent he was to physical contact.

"You're still bad at math though." (Y/N) flashed a toothy grin at Donnie, knowing that he is just saying that as a joke to cover up the fact that he was emotionally vulnerable for a moment.

"Does that mean you'll help me??"

"Fiiine!! What's the first question?"

Thanks for watching ♥︎

[jubiilee13]

Cc!Ranboo or Cc!Tommy x Reader (you can choose <3)

They decide to tell everyone that they’re dating during a big trip (basically the whole smp gets together irl to hang out)

yes yes yes omg yes this idea is so cute

im gonna do tommy just because :D

I don’t think there are any pronouns mentioned but if there are lmk

TW: slight cursing

:D

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You bounced your leg nervously as you stared out the train window, eyes scanning over the passing trees and scenery.

"N/n it'll be ok. They'll be happy for us, i'm sure of it." Tommy whispers so only you could hear. You turn to face him, but not looking him in the eyes.

"But what if they don't tom. I'm so scared" You say, voice breaking slightly as your eyes brim with tears.

He brings his hands up to your cheeks, letting them rest there as he gently wiped away and stray tears that may have fallen down your face.

"Hey hey hey it's ok darling, we'll be ok, i've got you" He whispers as he moves his hands from your cheeks to embrace you in a hug.

You always loved tommy's hugs. They were perfect.. he was always so warm, and his long limbs wrapped around your body so perfectly. He smelled like fall, small hints of cinnamon, pumpkin, and the occasional amount of shaving cream lingered in the air around him. It was perfect. He was perfect.

You two were perfect. It was so easy to see, and yet you still doubted yourself. Tommy hated seeing you this sad, and he held onto you tight as you sobbed into his chest. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear until you eased off to sleep in his arms.

He held you like that for the rest of the train ride to london, smiling ear to ear whenever you would nuzzle further into him. It was calming for the both of you, and seemed to slightly ease up your raging nerves.

The train slowly came to a stop, and tommy gently shook you awake. Your eyes fluttered open, and you smiled softly at him. The two of you got off the train and you took in a breath of fresh air.

"Its almost timeeee" You say in a sing-songy voice, trying to lighten the mood, though the tiredness and anxiety was still evident in your tone.

Tommy smiled softly and took you hand in his, squeezing it slightly. That was your way of saying "I love you" without truly saying "I love you".

The car ride to the airport was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. You were finally starting to realize 'holy shit this is actually happening'. You sighed as the uber came to a stop and let the two of you out at the busy airport terminal. You stretched and followed closely behind tommy through the crowds of people.

"Hey n/n, whatever happens know that i will never stop loving you. If they don't accept us then fuck them" He says with a giggle as he takes hold of your hand once again.

The two of you stand side by side, standing for a few moments more before the first group of your friends emerged from the crowd, immediately spotting the two of you and embracing you both in one big hug.

"George! Sap! Dream! Whats up guys!!" Tommy says happily as he greets them. You stand to the side and watch the way his face lights up as he takes the time to talk to each of them individually. You grin as you continue to look at him, only to be torn from your admiring by a deep voice behind you.

"You really are head over heels for him arent you?" The voice says, earning a yelp out of you as you quickly whip around to face the seemingly familiar voice.

The fear quickly left your body as you looked up at the taller man.

"Wil!!" you exclaimed, as you wrapped your arms around him.

Only Wil knew about your relationship with tommy, and he was always poking fun at you two for it when nobody else was around.

"Hello to you to n/n" He says with a deep chuckle, before returning the hug. The two of you stayed that way for a moment, before you both pulled away and turned back around towards tommy.

"Tommy! Wil's here!" You yell to him, watching his smile somehow grow even larger.

The two said their hellos, and quicker than you knew it everyone had arrived. The large group of people began to head out and you followed behind them, your mind blocking out all noise of their chatter. The only thing you could think about was how they would react when you told them about your relationship with tommy.

'What if they hate us'

'what if they think we're weird'

'they're gonna think im not good enough for him'

'they're gonna hate me oh my god'

'what if-'

"n/n you're zoning out again" tommy said as he broke you out of your unfocused state.

"Sorry tom" You murmur as you interlock your pinkie with his.

He smiles softly and the two of you walk behind the group of your friends for a moment, giggling every once in a while whenever someone would do something stupid.

The silence shared between you and tommy was soon broken by none other than wilbur.

"y/n? tommy? you two have been awfully quiet, wasnt there something you wanted to say?" He says, watching the way your face flushed and you shyly scooted behind tommy.

The group went quiet as they all turned to face you, and you looked up at tommy for reassurance.

He smiled softly at you as you nervously cleared your throat.

“I um… hi. So um… how do I put this? Um… after much debate me and Tommy just wanted to let you all know that we are… um… a thing? We’re dating that’s what im trying to say im not good with words-“ you intake a sharp breath after your final words. You close your eyes, and stand in place, preparing for the group to yell, or fight, or something hateful.

The silence seems like it lasts for years, before George finally speaks up.

“Congrats big man!!” He exclaims happily, before the rest of the group chimes in with their congratulations. After much chatting between your friends, you all continue walking.

You smile softly to yourself as you hear Tommy telling the story of how you two met to dream, sap, George, and Bad.

It was cheesy really, you two met in a bedwars duos lobby and hit it off from there. First it started out as occasional messaging on discord. Then you invited him to stream with you (which he happily obliged to). And next thing you knew, you two were practically streaming together or calling every day.

You grinned at the thought, and you suddenly felt another hand intertwine with your own.

You look up to see none other than tommy (big surprise I know).

“I’m proud of you n/n. And what did I tell you!! They’re fine with it” he says before using his free hand to lift up your chin.

He gives you a cheesy smile and you can’t help but pull him by the collar and capture his lips in a kiss.

It was a quick kiss, but the action still made the two of you blush slightly.

“I love you Tom” you whisper to him as you lean into his side. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer, the two of you walking in sync.

“Love you too n/n”

This was going to be one hell of a trip

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a/n SORRY THIS IS DOODOO KEKEKDKWKSKWD

[pungentdarling]

The Pungent Darling

Hello world!! The Pungent Darling is run by Michelle. Trying to fight imposter syndrome one post at a time. If it were up to me I’d only be going by Pungent Darling, but my mom insisted on me keeping my name in here somewhere. This was after I lectured her on why someone would choose to write with a pen name. I told her mine was for the anxiety of putting myself out into the world. This is terrifying!! But still she persisted. So, here we are, welcome to the blog where thoughts, opinions, creativity, reviews and rants will be held. Light a candle, grab some snacks and don’t forget a drink, this is going to be a post about my background to make me feel legit on why I deserve to start a blog.

If you know me, you know how much I constantly talk about “when I start my fashion / music blog,” or “when I interview [any celebrity] I’m going to ask them…” One of my brothers once told me “I’ll let you interview me when you’ve got the story” haha, harsh!! What can I say, I’m a dreamer with my head in the clouds. While I was up in the clouds letting my mind wander I started to remember all the things I did before I shut off my creativity. I stopped having goals for myself and ended up in the ether untied to anything. I’m starting to ground myself again and walk the talk.   

I used to have a tumblr blog of pictures I would take of bands at their concerts, some with a photo pass, some from the crowd. It was a blast!! But I forgot the login, so that is a chapter of my life I won’t be able to edit. The feeling of adrenaline while photographing a band between the stage and barricades is wild. The screaming fans behind you while you’re photographing each band member feels like they’re cheering you on. I always wondered if the musicians could see me smiling (I tried to photograph my favorite bands at that time so this was a big wonder and wishful thinking.) I'd also be singing their songs as my face was shield by my camera (always wanting to stay out of the way and observe.) Shout out to my plethora of Canons, thank you for getting me into places!! This was a very fun and cool part of my life, I wish I would’ve stuck it out, but imposter syndrome and lack of passion will make you stop doing anything. It sucks when it was the only thing you’ve built your personality around.  

DiD sHe Go To CoLlEgE?! YUP!! I graduated with a bachelor's degree in arts, majoring in Broadcasting and Journalism minoring in Apparel and Textile Merchandising. I shit you not, those exact lengthy ass words are on my degree!! This school is not worth mentioning and I’m still mad at myself for going there. Words of advice don’t go to a college just because it’s the cheapest state school and the school colors were your favorite complimentary color combo. I’ve always had a love / hate relationship when it comes to this section of my life. Through all the pain, came things I’ve learned that will stick with me for life, the good and the bad. 

My vision for this page is to share experiences and things that I think are cool. Basically all the things I love and want to share; traveling and checking out new local places, sometimes a quick day trip! Two hours one way isn’t that far if it seems worth it, in my humble opinion. I want to share what I’m reading and cooking; concert reviews; travel logs; grief; fashion things; music interest and food places. I’m not going to limit / force myself on the length of the post like I would in the past, maybe that is why my previous writing / blogging endeavors never worked out. Third times the charm!!

Please enjoy this picture of me in a very weird time of my life, but looking at it now it’s one of my favorite pictures of myself. It embodies the chaos that is The Pungent Darling. I can’t wait to see where this blog goes, all I want is to keep evolving and sticking to my boundaries. 

Xoxo,

The Pungent Darling 

[harrietbarnesblog]

hello :) i hope your reqs are open! im a little new to this, could i request peter parker and reader are besties with feelings and reader starts smoking bc her friend peer pressures her? and peter is concerned and wants her to stop and take care of herself. fluff angsty please and thank you so much in advance 💛

Hurts to see you like this

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Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: mention of smoking and drinking, angst, fluff in the end, swearing, peer pressure,

People say being in high school is so fun. But it is not. It is total shit. You don't really see how it is fun getting stressed by the things you gotta study, your parents constantly nagging you to get good marks, worried you won't be able to meet everyone's expectations from you, a fear you would disappoint everyone, and finally peer pressure.

Parties. You hate it. Too many people and music playing too loud. You say that you aren't interested in parties to your classmates when they invite you to one, they start saying hurtful things. They pressure you until you give in and attend the party.

And when you attend it they pressure you into making you drink alcohol. And you drink because you don't wanna seem like a coward or something. And then they slowly pressure you into smoking. And you get hooked on it. you start using it as a coping mechanism.

Peter never fell into the trap of peer pressure. You admire that about him. You wished you were like him.

You didn't tell Peter that you started smoking. He would be so pissed if he knew about that. You would try to tell him but back away thinking of what he will think of you.

A month passed and you pretended like you don’t smoke and didn't have feelings for Peter while Peter pretended like he didn't know about you smoking. Of course Peter knows about it, he has seen you sitting on the avenger’s tower roof with a cigar in your hand while he went for a stroll at night as spiderman. He was truly deeply concerned about you.

Gathering up the courage Peter decided to confront you. Tapping his leg, leaning the side of the elevator, he waited for the elevator to reach your floor.

Tony was doing some work in the living room when Peter got out of the elevator.

“Hello Mr.Stark. Is y/n here?” he asked.

“Yeah in her room, underoos.”

“Thank you, Mr.Stark.”

“You are welcome, kiddo.” he said, carrying on with his work.

Peter knocked on your door and waited for your reply.

“Come in.” you shouted from inside. Peter entered the room. You were sitting on your bed with your laptop on your lap.

“Hi peter.” you greeted him, smiling cheerfully. He didn't say anything, he just started going through your things. The smile on your face turned to a frown.

“Hey what are you doing?” you said. You placed the laptop down , standing up. “Peter, what the fuck are you doing?”

He picked out a box of cigarettes from your bag and threw it in front of you. The blood in your face drained.

“You know what that is?”

You didn't reply to him, your stomach churned.

“That's the shit you have been smoking for a month and forgot to mention to me or are you using it for more than a month?.” he asked you angrily.

“Peter…” you tried to make words come out of your mouth but you couldn't. You felt like someone was choking.

“Do you have any idea how concerned I have been? I waited for you to tell me about it when you are comfortable. But you never did. You got addicted to that shit. That thing could kill you.” he ranted on and on.

"Hurts to you see like this, y/n." His voice was filled with worry.

Your nails dug into your palm.

“Are you even listening to me?”

"You're making me feel fucking stupid. Like I have gone crazy." you spoke up.

“I'm not.”

“But it feels like that.”

“I'm just trying to show you that I care about you and you should stop smoking.”

“I tried. Ii tried to stop but I couldn't. I really tried, peter.” you start to cry. All the emotion you bottled up exploded. “I feel so pressured. I promised myself I wouldn't smoke again when I tried it for the first time. But they pressured me again and kinda got addicted. I Started using it as a coping mechanism. But I wanna stop. I need help.” Peter held you in arms as you sobbed.

“It's okay. We will figure this out together, I will help you.” he said.

“You will?” you asked, staring into his eyes.

“Yes.”

You didn't know what got into you, you kissed him on his soft lips. To your surprise he kissed you back. When you pulled he had a small smile on his face. He wiped the tears off your face.

“It's alright, okay. Now you are going to sleep because you need rest.” he said.

“But peter…”

“No buts.”

He closed your laptop and placed it on your table.

He sat on the bed. You placed your head on his lap. He ran his hands through your hair. You fell asleep n. Admiring you, Peter smiled. Soon he drifted to sleep.

Tony knocked on your door to check on you two but didn't get any response from you two. He opened the door to find you sleeping on Peter who was also asleep in an awkward position.

Tony took your soft cotton sheet on top so you don't get cold. He took another sheet for Peter and put it on him. He turned off the lights and went out of the room leaving you to sleep peacefully.

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[hollandorks]

HEY BESTIE!! i’ve missed u! this summer has been very busy but i’ve been loving sitn so i wanted to write in an ask! 🫶🏼

obsessed with lena being like 😏 when she mentions batman… the dramatic irony!! i love that shit 😌

the way he calls her menace… 🤤 love it

overall, loved chapter 5 so much!!

the line in chapter 6 about b taking the extra contact lens and earpiece 🥺 wahhh that made me a little sad THEN the scene when y/n sees selina take it out!! 😭 ty for just making it a passing moment of jealousy tho! 🥲

“‘That’s why he recognized you. Just now. He was shouting in my ear, but–‘ Selina huffed a humorless laugh.” god i love this because also the fact that he recognized her so quickly even with the disguise and stuff (ofc lena also did but i just really love the fact that he could recognize her anywhere 🥰)

I LOVE the way you wrote about the senses and all of her memories of the iceberg lounge now that she’s back

i also love that she’s going to help selina now too! i’m so excited for chapter 7!! (i’m v excited for her to see bruce again right after that)

ok so song recs!! young and beautiful by lana del rey has always had such a bruce wayne vibe to me! then for a taylor swift rec, dancing with our hands tied! the lyrics: 🥲 the music: 💃🏻

how have you been?! i hope you had a relaxing beach vacation! (and hope you enjoy your next one 😉)

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Hi bestie!! I've missed you! How's life? Get anything else published? 😉 Also how's the job? (Or was in an internship?? Damn now I can't remember sorry!! 😩)

I love writing in little teases where people are like "ha you have a crush on Batman!!" but they have no idea. It makes me giggle to myself 😂 (Like Gordon's comment in the motn epilogue!)

Also yes I only wanted it to be a passing moment of jealousy!! I hate love triangles tbh so I'm doing everything I can to stay away from that. A little bit of jealousy is normal (especially because, hello, we've all seen Selina, she's gorgeous) but Bruce is such a simp for the reader it's obvious he'd never even look at Selina that way! And we can tell he's a simp because she's disguised and he only needed a split second to recognize her 😉

Ch 7 is a good one!! I want to say more because I'm excited but spoilers!

Those songs!! LOVE THEM BOTH. I love love love seeing your song recs. I've said it before and I'll keep saying it! That whole line about dancing through an avalanche in the Taylor song 👀

Also I've been good!! First beach vacation was very relaxing and very hot but ended with some weird and dumb family drama--but whatever! It was still a good time. I'm headed out on beach trip #2 on Tuesday! This one won't be relaxing because it's with my mom's entire side of the family 🥵 but my brother is here from Alaska so that's a plus!

[winderlylandchime]

Hello again, i hope you had and continue to have a lovely weekend :)

Honestly, I forgot so many of S5 storylines since I think I’ve only watched this season twice. And when I do watch it it’s just the last couple episodes minus the finale. I mean I even forgot Ted’s makeover/plastic surgery storyline. So I was just as surprised as my brother was. That I don’t forget: He is hating Eli and Monty so much its funny and I already know he’s going to hate them even more. He also really can’t stand Ben and Michael this season.

And he kept mentioning throughout the episodes how bad Lindsay’s hair is. I wonder what he’s gonna think about Brian’s later on, he will obviously continue crushing on him but i wonder if he’ll have any feelings about it.

I’m glad to know I’m not the only one that wishes Emmett and Brian had more of a friendship/bromance. I love Ted and Brian so much but Em would be perfect with Brian. Especially since their personalities are so different. And yes, he really is gay for Gale/Brian, there were way more ‘he’s pretty/hot/wow look at him’ but i decided to skip them because it would be 16 parts long and half of it would be about Brian being pretty. I can’t wait for him to “meet” Gale and to see his realization about how dorky Gale is irl. I wonder how his crush will go from there.

AND YES! My mom did watch Queer Eye thinking it was this show. Dad still teases her about it because apparently she walked into the kitchen when she watched it and went ‘i thought (brothers name) said they fuck in here? So far it’s just clothes and avocado toast’ maybe i should tell her they did a QE storyline. My brother has watched it religiously since it came out (the new version) but he just never shared that with anyone. Which was weird to me since he shares everything else, that a normal person would keep to themselves, with literally anyone that he meets.

As for the meta post. I really, really, really hope that one day he goes insane about Brian like this. I just know he is thinking way too many thoughts about him. Our whole entire family has passed the video back and forth and the amount of family members that contacted me to ask what is he talking about is ridiculous. Even our mom thought the video was funny because of how he was pacing around and kept talking like he was on 6 different drugs.

Btw if you ever wondered, how many times is too many times to listen to Sandstorm in a row? The answer is 27 times. I had to threaten him to stop so what did he do? He left the house and went to the neighbor (i feel bad for her cause he just adopted her as an ally to his everyday nonsense) AND HE MADE HER PUT ON THE SONG because i can’t do shit about it. And all he did was sat on her yard and held a middle finger up towards my yard (we share a fence) while talking to the neighbor about Gale on Criminal Minds and how he thinks maybe he could show up in later episodes since he’s the ex husband. So once again: grown man for sale if anyone wants him.

Hello dear sweet anon!

I always forget Ted’s make over too. Sorry, Ted. I love Brian and Emmett because I see Emmett as the more femme version of Brian. He has lots of sex with lots of people, dresses fabulously, and is career driven. So similar!

I’m surprised that your brother has not discussed QE at length with you. He seems to discuss everything else. But I’m LOLing at your mother “it’s just clothes and avocado toast” … which it is.

I am very excited for any meta about Brian or Britin he comes up with! He’s going to do numbers here on tumblr.

HE NEEDS TO STOP LISTENING TO SANDSTORM. IT IS TOO MUCH.

Thank you so much for these updates anon. I hope your week starts easily and your Monday goes by quickly!

[fuckthatbitch240]

Hello, my name is Esmay. I’m a 30 year old from Arizona. I’m currently stuck in a horrible predicament. I’m 7 months pregnant, & I have an 8 month old infant daughter. I moved my daughter & I to a Domestic Violence shelter TOS here in Payson AZ. Things were good. Up until 2 weeks ago. I did what I thought would be a good thing for a family that barely moved in, I was translating for them. They couldn’t speak English. Well, this family got close to the kids that were there, they kept the tv control in their room & it became to be an issue due to the family spoiling the kids. The other mothers were now being ignored by their own children. There was one kid that was impacted the worst. This was a 4 year old boy with ADHD. He started telling his mother how much he hated her, & refused to listen to any of her demands. He wanted nothing to do with his mother. Well here I go trying to figure something out between them. So the non English speaking family could understand that my roommate didn’t want them to give her children candy or popsicles at night. Initially the family seemed to be understanding. Except they kept on feeding the kids popsicles, & it got to the point where my roommates kid was running away from his mother & hiding in their room. So seeing as things haven’t stopped my roommate decided she’d better go talk to the staff. Well, she went to them & explained that she didn’t care if the kids played with them. (mainly the 17 year old girl.) So, of course the shelter agreed to speak to them. Now mind you around this time, I haven’t spoken to them because they were walking around acting like the whole house belonged to them. The 17 year old always had the TV on in the middle of the night with the volume up to 85. The 15 year old boy was constantly eating our food. Even if we had written our name on our stuff. If you buy it or get it from their pantry it has to have your name or initials written on it. That way no one can take your food. Or so they claim that those are the rules. Anyways, like I had previously mentioned, I’m 7 months pregnant, anytime I would try to go to the kitchen this family would literally go out of their ways to congregate around the kitchen island & make it difficult for the other families to get their food to cook or even to go outside. I started losing weight rather than gaining it all because they wouldn’t get out of the way & I was tired of all this drama. So one of these days my roommate & I get an over night pass. We needed a break from all that chaos. I think we left for 4 days. Something like that. I know for 2 of those days my daughter had gotten sick & that’s why I booked myself a hotel room so she wasn’t getting the other kids in there sick. So once her fever went down we went back. I had noticed that our cabinets were basically empty. That family had eaten most of our food. I decided to stay out of it. The food wasn’t worth it to me even if I was upset about it. I knew I could go and buy food when I got hungry. Fast forward a couple of days, my daughter & I had been basically keeping to ourselves and hanging out in the room. I only at 2 times a day for like a week. Once at 5 in the morning and my other time was midnight. Those were the times I knew I could get to my food without being bombarded at the kitchen. My roommate decided she was going to put her kid on a schedule to keep him busy but unfortunately those plans fell through. Her plan before bed was he was allowed to watch a movie so he didn’t get nightmares. Well, again.. we could find the tv remote so that wasn’t even an option. Now to the day I left for the 2 weeks. I was sitting in the living room with my daughter watching tv because I downloaded an app that worked as a remote & the family came home did they’re thing bang stuff around, bombarding the kitchen, & talking extremely loud & basically talking shit about us. Mainly the 17 year old girl. Up until this point the mother had never told her daughter to have some respect. But the 17 year old girl had no intentions on listening to her mother. To be continued.

[yueqqi-main]

Hey, mind doing a quick favor and stop scrolling please? Thanks.

Since I’m tired and also pissed off at a lot of things in general, namely ppl still expecting me to do the impossible and unsick myself like magic or apparently I’m faking disability but not enough to qualify for disability, and continuing to get mocked and verbally and psychologically abused at home but ig no one cares so

Just a less than subtle reminder that I have a Ko-fi and I just got $100 after really straining myself the last couple weeks since I’m not the only person to feed, family isn’t being very helpful on the mental health front and making things worse since at this point I don’t have much financial autonomy anymore else risking a much much worse outcome, and I can’t get out of here bc we’re in a fucking pandemic and I already drained away all of my savings in the first two months of being out of work. But, $100 only lasts maybe two weeks if I’m lucky and unfortunately unless I’m fending for only myself it’s definitely not gonna last very long.

Really, shares are very much appreciated and I’m tentatively testing the waters if I can start doing commissions now that my art has improved a lot, so if anyone also wanted to drop their opinions if they’re interested after checking out my most recent art @yueqqi or on my Instagram @/yueqqi that would also be appreciated. I feel ashamed asking for help like this again but it’s been really hard and I’m desperate.

[moths-obsessions]

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[suna-reversed]

Hello :)

Sukuna. fluff. Pretty please.

Could you write something about sukuna falling for itadori's best friend. You can throw some angst in there too because I am a masochist❤️

Sukuna x F! Reader 

oh god, this turned purely self indulgent halfway through. low key thinking of turning this into a series to give you the angst you deserve.

A/N: (reader is Itadori’s senior and is 18) (loosely inspired by the song “me and my husband” by mitski)

“And I am the idiot with the painted face

In the corner, taking up space

But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved”

——-

- You had been one of the few poor senior students who had been victim to what had been Itadori’s “elevator pitch” for more people to join the occult club early back in high school. [the said “elevator pitch” being him jumping out at random people with a white bedsheet over his head saying “boo” as he handed you the club form]

- You didn't end up joining the club. But you somehow did end up getting joined at the hip with the chaotic mess under the white sheet.

- Whether it was you two rushing to the theatre to watch Jennifer Lawrence’s new movie,  or going to a revolving sushi place [only to get pocky from a nearby vending machine instead because revolving sushi is apparently expensive], Itadori Yuuji had become a comforting and very important presence in your life.

- So of course when he suddenly dropped out of your life, being the worried friend you were, you decided to poke around a little only to find out that he was...dead?

- Maybe a few months down the line, you would’ve started to slightly recover from the tragic news you had just gotten. Instead, what you got was your supposedly dead best friend popping up days later to tell you that he ate a finger and now he was the vessel for some centuries old curse,,,

- Um yeah...safe to say that Yuji did not expect you to go into the fit of emotions that you did [boy had the audacity to call you dramatic for fainting and then crying while hugging him once you gained consciousness] 

- some time passed and Yuji and you didn’t see each other much with him practically training to be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Still, simply happy to have him back alive, your brain managed to convinced itself that everything was still the same. 

- And it was when he’d sneak out a day or two from his heavy schedule and you’d be back to your normal routine of watching movies, stuffing your face with snacks, getting your face licked by the mouth on Yuji’s hand…

- ,,,wait what

- The first time the curse had made contact with you was simply out of annoyance of why the stupid brat even took the time to see someone as mundane as you so often.

- His plan was to simply scare you into leaving, knowing it would cause the brat pain.

- So he grabbed the opportunity when Yuji moved forward to brush off some popcorn dust on the side of your mouth, not only licking the side of your face but also being successful in slightly grazing his teeth against your tender skin. 

- Yuji had mentioned that being a vessel had caused some weird physical “abnormalities” for him. you didn’t understand it back then but at least knowing that had sort of prepared you for such an instance.

- So imagine the curse’s surprise [and an even further growing annoyance] when your eyes barely widened for a second before you burst into laugher, 

“Didn’t you train your dog to not bite?”

- by now, Yuji had jumped 5 feet away from you and was still halfway through his string of apologies, but upon hearing your reaction, he mused on your fake calm while letting out a chuckle himself, 

- “Guess I’ve got to get a leash for him” 

- By this point, the ever so indifferent curse had taken two teenagers talking about him like a mere annoyance as a personal challenge.

- And that’s how it started.

- He’d come out every now and then, licking your fingers as Yuji passed you something or making lewd remarks on anything and everything that you ever started a conversation about. 

- But you and Yuji barely paid him attention and it was an understatement to say that it infuriated the living hell out of him.

- Particularly you, who wouldn’t even be annoyed or sarcastic about his tactics anymore. Instead, treating him like a friend who was simply joining you and the brat to hang out. 

- He hated it. Hated how bright your laugh was. Hated how you made them stop every time you saw a stray animal just so you could pet it. Hated how your skin was as soft as a cloud and how you sometimes smelled like cherry blossoms. He’d kill you in an instant if he could ugh.

- it was a weekend and Yuji and you had been watching a movie, even though Yuji was barely paying attention. You knew he was tired as his large frame slumped over your shoulder. Pulling the blanket up to his face, you once again felt the wet feeling of the assaults you had grown familiar with on the side of your hand.

- “You could’ve just asked for a pocky if you wanted one, no need to lick it off my fingers you grumpy little thing”, you laughed as you stood up to go to the bathroom

- that snapped the final string. 

- Coming back into your living room, you wondered if Yuji had somehow gotten up in his sleep and managed to draw weird black lines over himself all in the span of 5 minutes. 

- ‘Yuji, what the fuck?’

- ‘Well well, now who’s acting like a grumpy little thing’ 

- The deep voice sent rumbles down your spine and you knew in an instant what had happened. 

- Even though your breath hitched in your throat and your body begged for you to run as fast away as you can, you held your ground as you simply tilted your head at the curse 

- “Well, I’d like my best friend back if you don’t mind.”

- You saw the smirk on Sukuna’s face falter for just a second before he crossed the space between the couch and you.

- Now as strong of a front as you managed to hold up until now, watching something like that stride straight towards you would have had even the strongest of sorcerers shitting bricks.

- Instinctively, you took a few steps backwards, but he simply continued to close the distance between the two of you until you were backed up against the wall.

- You flinched as he slammed a hand right next to your head and he seemed to gain immense satisfaction from that as he looked down at your startled face with a smirk plastered on his tattooed face. 

- Sukuna was sure that you’d be begging for his mercy any second now. His smirk widened and he was ready to mock your pleas as he saw you open your mouth to say something, 

- “ ...so much for a damn pocky.”

- All those other times you had caught the curse off guard were nothing compared to the “partially-confused partially-baffled” expression that he held on his face now. It almost made him look human. Almost.

- You didn’t realise just how long you were holding his gaze until Yuji took back control and apologized like a million times over, reassuring you that he would’ve never let you get hurt. 

- The curse didn’t show up for almost a week after that. And while you were grateful for not having to wash off your hands or face 14 times a day, you somehow felt anxious about its sudden disappearance. 

- All those worries were thrown out the window as he once again showed up while Yuji was passed out on the couch after a particularly tough session with Gojo sensei.

- Looking at the curse, you felt anger more than anything, how could he just drop out on you with no warning and then show up in the middle of your living room- ...wait a second, why the hell are you mad at a literal curse for not telling you he was taking a mental health break or whatever it was that he was doing? 

- While you sorted out through these conflicting thoughts in your mind, the curse seemed to be going through a similar crisis. 

- Having woken up in the brat’s fragile human body with no warning whatsoever, Sukuna wasn’t in the mood to see your face so soon again. He didn’t know why your physical presence unsettled him so much. All he knew was that he hated it. Even more now that he knew what you looked like all scared and small compared to his vessel’s towering build, and how you smelled even sweeter than what he had tasted, and how despite all that you still had the courage to stand up to someone as dangerous as him. Ugh, disgusting. 

- “The stupid brat passed out.”

- Such a simple statement caused you to snap your head up at him. But he didn’t wait for your reaction as he somehow managed to plop down on the couch while still looking graceful. Picking up the half eaten box of pocky, he warily pulled one out, eyeing it as if it was  a poisoned dagger before breaking off a piece and placing it on his tongue.

- “This is what you would risk your life for, brat?” 

- He turned his head slightly to look at you still frozen in place, staring at him with that doe eyed look that made his chest burn a little. Isn’t this what he wanted all along?

- “Are you simply going to stand there and gawk? I don’t bite-...well, not unless you ask me to.”

- He knew that would set you right back to your usual self,

 - “...maybe we do need to get a leash after all.”

- Sukuna internally grinned as he saw you move to the other side of the couch, ready to hear whatever more of the snarky comeback that you’d have (not that he was anticipating it, it was just the better alternative to being gaped at. Or so he told himself)

- “You ate the non chocolate covered part of the pocky by the way-”

- “As if a layer of this disgusting brown substance can make the rotten stick taste bette-”

- “Well aren’t sticks all you had to eat in yOuR TiME anyways?”- 

—-

- You somehow managed to fall asleep after the bickering, proceeding to sit in silence after you told him to not bother you while you tried to read. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were a little disappointed when he actually didn’t. Instead, he sat on the couch with a slight smirk still plastered on his face, continuing to simply gaze at you. your heart did lunges every time you slyly looked up from your book to take a peak at him. you wondered how many ways he had come up with to kill you so far. 

- On the other hand, the curse sat idly, watching you while his thoughts rumbled in his mind. Maybe killing you can be pushed off the agenda for now. There are much better ways to hurt the brat anyways aren't there? Perhaps he could use one of these brownish covered sticks to-...what is he thinking?

- He ultimately deems it stupid brat’s humane emotions and sheer stupidity that must be interfering with his thoughts.

- A loud sneeze snaps him out of his daze as he sees you slumped against a pillow, your book falling off your lap. And then he does something that he immediately decides that he would pretend to have not done for the rest of his existence. Luckily, the brat takes back control right after he does it anyways.

- But that thought slips his mind as he finds himself replaying the serene look on your face as he gently pulled the book out of your hands, and how his hands shook a little as you nuzzled your nose into the fabric of the blanket that he pulled over you. How could you have felt so calm around him?

[astaroth1357]

Brothers Accidentally Make the MC Cry

Hello, this is the obligatory italics blurb that I have to put under my titles or else things look weird and it bothers me. Don’t mind the blurb. The blurb is a friend. (Though I could start writing pieces of a little story up here just to see if anyone even reads them… Hm…. Ideas, ideas...)

Warning: Angsty

Lucifer 

If he were being honest, he’d say that a part of him had always feared this would happen...

Lucifer likes to tell himself that he’s invincible, but everyday stresses can get to him just like anybody else. And like other people, he may not always act his best when he’s dealing with a full plate…

The MC hadn’t meant to make his day harder when they told him that they accidentally broke a lamp. It was a genuine accident! But Lucifer was still dealing with the fallout from another one of Mammon’s failed schemes, Satan had cursed all of his ties again, and Beel had eaten every scrap of food in the House… for the second time that week...

In comparison to everything else, a broken lamp was quite minor, but for Lucifer it was just the last straw and, for just a moment, he lost control…

His palm slamming against his desk hard enough to snap its legs and send it crashing to the ground. He scarcely knew what kind of look he had on his face, but whatever it was, he had made his human jump back in shock...

Really, it was silly for them to assume that he had gotten that upset over a lamp, but he saw tears starting to gather in their eyes all the same as they stammered out a quiet apology… 

It felt like an ice spike to the heart. Damn his temper… He really ought to have been more careful with them after… well, everything he’d done before…

He was quick to go over to them, catching their face with his hand and giving them the most sincere apology he could muster while wiping away their tears… Overreactions aren’t becoming of him and he hated to cause them pain… 

He, of course, took care of the lamp himself as penance and on the surface that seemed to be it (but to anyone paying attention, he had softened up on the MC considerably for at least a week. They probably could have sworn in front of Diavolo and he’d let it slide, he felt that bad about it...)

“I’m sorry, MC, I shouldn't have reacted like that… You haven’t done anything wrong, I promise… Please, there’s no need to cry…”

Mammon

Oh? What's that? His heart is now in a million pieces now...? Well, that seems fair…

He and the MC were out on one of his gambling nights and he was actually on a killer winning streak for once! Jackpots around every corner, he was rolling in it!

The MC had tried to convince him to just throw in the towel early, take his winnings while he had them and bail, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.

In hindsight, their insistence must have really shown how much the MC cared about him and wanted him to keep his earnings... but in the heat of the moment all he saw was someone trying to spoil his one night of fun.

To be fair to Mammon, it’s rather rare for him to lose control of his anger like he did. But when they tried to pull him away from the roulette table, he genuinely snarled at them and told them to get lost...!

Fortunately, he regretted his actions immediately after he saw the hurt in their eyes…

If their goal had been to get him to step away from the table, they achieved it. But only because he got up to pull them into a hug while stammering out apologies… Watching them actually shed tears hurt worse than any rope Lucifer had ever tied around him...

He spent the rest of the night away from the casino and trying to cheer up his human like his life depended on it... Seeing them in pain just tore him up that much.

"Ah, come on MC… I'm sorry, honest…! Please don't look at me like that, I'll do whatever ya want okay...? Just no more cryin…"

Leviathan 

Now thinks he's the worst, literally the worst. Lower than lesser demon spit. Lower than Cerberus' shit. Lower than… well, you get the idea…

Levi can get very… intense when things involving his passions are brought up. This can be a fairly endearing quality… but it also means he gets disproportionately impassioned about seemingly minor things.

Levi ended up snapping at the MC when they let him over-sleep one day. This wasn’t unusual for them to do as Levi’s sleep schedule was notoriously shitty, but they shouldn't have done it that particular day…

An item he wanted on Akuzon was going to go live that morning and he had to be awake to participate in the bidding. He had mentioned it to the MC the day before, but he blew past it so quickly they didn’t actually remember…

He found out that he missed the bidding after he woke up and he was pissed. Genuinely enraged that they didn’t remember to wake him up to the point that he was shouting and baring his fangs! 

… Really it was not a good look and he should have known better.

The look of fear and the tears gathering in the MC’s eyes snapped him out of it like a hard slap to the face, and somehow, it stung even more than that would’ve... It wasn’t long before he was crying along with them, practically begging for forgiveness...

He made it up to them by having a private showing of their favorite movie using a projector in the Planetarium, cuddling with them under a blanket while still, occasionally, muttering apologies under his breath.

“M-MC…? MC don’t cry…!! Please don’t cry, I- I’m sorry!! I… MC… I’m so sorry…”

Satan

Like Lucifer, he always worried this would happen and he hated when it finally came to pass…

He’d spent all his life learning how to restrain his temper, but it’s not a perfect science. There are the occasional times where the heat of the moment gets the better of him and he does something he regrets…

The MC had walked in on him one morning while he was fuming about Beel leaving the fridge empty again. It hadn’t been the first time they’d seen him like this, but this time he was absolutely furious.

He had told Beel again and again and again to get his snacking under control or to, you know, get up early and get more food so the whole family wouldn’t spend the morning starving but noooo! Mr. I’m Hungry never thinks about anything but his own stomach and then leaves whoever’s on kitchen duty to pick up the slack like some dimwitted muscle-bound meathead and THEN-!!

When the MC tried to take his arm to calm him down, he jerked their hand away from him and roared right in their face. He may not be a lion, but the full sound of a pissed off demon could make humans have breakdowns all on its own…

Which was more or less what the MC began to do as he gripped their wrist, panicking while taking shallow, stuttered breaths…

Satan's anger left him swiftly and he let them go, only reaching out to touch them again when he tried to wipe the tears from their cheeks… He had to coo and beg for them to calm down, which was only so successful because he was fighting back tears himself… 

On a scale of 1-10 of the worse things his temper has ever done, he'd rank this a firm 200... He refused to touch them for about a week afterwards and it took a long time for him to trust himself again… He just didn't want to hurt them...

"MC?? MC…? M… Oh no… MC, I'm so sorry, I would never hurt you! I… I wouldn't dare… please believe me..."

Asmodeus 

Oh baby! Sweetheart! Love of his life!! No, please no… don't subject him to this…

MC and Asmo were out dancing and some witch came by to try and flatter him.

Now, Asmo is a flirt normally, but get a few drinks in him and well… Let's just say his love of attention overrides his better judgment far more often than it should and friends don't let friends go home with creepy witches.

When the MC told the witch to scram, Asmo was confused and, frankly, quite irritated. That lovely lady had been stroking his ego in all the right ways and his human just scared her off so rudely!

Under most situations, Asmo would have kept his cool better but the haze of Demonus made his tongue loose... which let the venom fly…

He couldn’t quite remember what he said. The words left his mouth so quickly that they slurred together on his clumsy tongue, but it must have been enough because the MC flinched away from him.

That hurt all on its own, but as he started to process the pain in their eyes… he had never sobered up so fast...

He had their cheeks cupped in his hands and were kissing away their tears within the instant. Though the loud music at the club should have drowned out his apologies, the MC could see it written all over his equally tearful face…

He pulled them into his arms and then out of the club shortly after, the fog of Demonus that plagued him just moments before had long left him and all he knew was that the MC needed to be brought home and cuddled… stat.

“M-MC…? I’m sorry was it something… did I…? I’m so sorry… Please don’t cry…!”

Beelzebub 

He really didn't mean to shout so loud… honest... 

Beel becomes a completely different person when he’s hungry. He’s not entirely to blame, as his hunger can get so intense, but he still can snap from time to time when he really doesn’t mean to…

It was right after one of his practices and Beel hadn’t gotten a chance to eat in a few hours by the time the MC came to grab him from RAD. That already had him in a bad mood, but practice hadn’t gone too well for him either… 

He honestly didn’t realize how sharply he snapped at the MC when they asked him how he was. The irritation and frustration of the day all hit him at once and he became much harsher towards them than he ever intended…

It must have been the shock of seeing ever-sweet Beel suddenly get so aggressive with them that startled them so. He saw a couple tears gathering in their eyes before they could hide them and his heart just sank…

The MC was picked up in a crushing bear hug before they even let out their first sniffle. Beel didn’t even have to say how sorry he was, they could feel it in every squeeze he gave them. All while he completely ignored the growling of his stomach...

Beel wouldn’t let them go until he was certain they’d forgiven him which, honestly, took a while. Mammon was the one to ask why he had carried them all the way back to the House like a baby but… well, he didn’t need to know, now did he?

“MC, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have shouted… Are you alright...?”

Belphegor 

Stubborn boi is stubborn and trying really, really hard not to crack right now...

That's not going to last long.

Belphie can be a bit of a brat and since he's the baby of the family so he's used to getting his way. He and the MC don't argue a ton, but when they do, he always digs his heels in and refuses to budge an inch on anything.

So what started out as a simple disagreement on how often Belphie would flake out on his chores turned into a kick-the-door-down argument over how much his laziness left the MC to pick up the slack...

It ended as all their barn burning arguments do, with demon-form Belphie sitting cross-legged on his bed refusing to look at them and the MC angrily pacing about the room until he cools off…

And then he heard it.

First a sniffle… and then a hiccup. Another sniffle then muffled whine…

Oh no… not this… Why are they crying…? They don't normally cry…

To his credit (or perhaps discredit), he managed to hold out for about two minutes before he finally glanced back at them. Seeing the MC wiping their tears all alone on the floor crumbled his resolve real quick.

The MC found themselves enveloped by Belphie's arms before they even noticed he got up. Naturally, he was pouting and trying to make it seem like "not a big deal or anything" but they could tell by the nervous twitch of his tail that he was hurting too…

Needless to say. Belphie started remembering his chores a lot more after that.

"Humans are so fragile… I didn't mean to make you cry, you know? I'll get things done just… Don't cry… please…"

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello, I really love your tlovm works. They are great! Thank you 💖 Also, may I request a headcanon on Percy as a brother figure? Like brotherly relationship with him and the gn!reader? I hope you will understand what I mean 👉👈😳. Feel free to scrap my request if you want to do so. Wish you a good day 🌻

Losing his family and home was the worst pain Percy has ever experienced. A pain so excruciating that he believed his soul would never know peace until those who wronged him were dead by his hand in an act of long awaited vengeance. This was a dream even Percy himself thought was a delusional revenge fantasy that would never come to fruition. So naturally he became aloof, secretive, guarded and secluded as a result of his traumatic past that haunted his nights; reopening the wound that never truly healed.

So when you entered the picture Percy was naturally an overbearing and over protective brother figure who would loose his shit over a small scratch. This is an over exaggeration but I wouldn’t be surprised if you came back from a mission go awry looking like a bloodied mess Percy would become a full fledged mother hen nursing you back to health when Pike is RIGHT THERE-

Firmly believes that Cassandra would love you considering how you both like to get on his nerves for the sake of entertainment and on the behalf of your boredom and inability to pay attention to anything of slight importance/ interest. Though he’d dread the day where you two would meet because then he would have two chaotic miscreants tugging at his coat when he worked and the incisive “what’cha doing?” And the “what’s this thing do?” That he swears he’d loose all the intellect he had because of you and Cassandra but he loves you just as much as his sister and he wouldn’t be putting up with your mannerisms if he didn’t.

Due to his intellect Percy would bestow upon you his wisdom, mainly because he doesn’t want to be the only member of vox machina who has the brain cells. It was hard enough when he had told Vax and Scanlan the importance of having an image and how one presents themselves in the opposite of one’s true self that only ended badly. So he would be delighted when you’d shit talk everyone within the confines of your rooms over a couple of drinks and a home cooked meal.

Whenever you was too preoccupied with doing your own thing Percy would make it apparent that you needed to eat, hydrate and take care of yourself which was kinda hypocritical because you would say the exact same to him whenever he was busy with his project in his workshop doing the exact same thing which was a point of lighthearted teasing for you. Not to say he wouldn’t do the exact same because he would but in a more subtle expression.

Vox machina would have defiantly teased Percy for being like an older brother to you but he wears that shit with pride no matter how sour his face became with every passing mention. He just doesn’t want to loose you like he did his family, he doesn’t think he could bear the weight of another loss that he could’ve prevented.

Say your badly injured by some bandits whilst exploring the town one day you can beat your ass that Percy would hunt the fuckers down and give them a reason to cry for mercy but No Mercy Percy was his title for a reason. He hates being useless and would probably prevent you from joining them on missions out of fear.

He’d train you in combat so you’d be prepared for anything and everything if a situation would arise that your weapon is discarded mid fight. Again this is out of protectiveness and a genuine concern for your well-being when he can’t be there to have your back without coming off as overbearing.

He talks about you more then he’d like to admit. He would see something in a shop window and make a passing comment of how’d you like it. It was sweet to say the least but you would act like an embarrassed sibling who was being doted on in front of their friends.

I deadass think you, Percy, Vex and Vax would have a ‘who knows their sibling better’ game nights which always has you and Percy in the less somehow whilst Vex and Vax were at one another’s throats because they got each other’s favourite food wrong. It was entertaining until dagger and now and arrow were drawn that you had to pull the half elves away from one another. You with Vax and him with Vex before retiring to your rooms for the night.

Whilst you have your fights like all siblings do at the end of the day you knew you loved each other and would defend the other like your lives depended with undying loyalty but talk shit about one another with low blows here and there when tensions are running high within Vox Machina. That didn’t deter you from saving each other from yourselves on dark days. Percy couldn’t ask for a better sibling figure and you couldn’t have asked for a better big brother figure.

[mentalpolaroids]

Coastal Venture (part III)

[gif creds @thecarreras]

JJ Maybank x female!Reader

Warnings: season 2 spoilers

Part 1 Part 2

“TJ said he saw someone.”

“Alright, let’s get this place searched. Start on the port side.”

John B and (Y/N) were able to find their way outside. They could hear voices everywhere around them looking for stowaways but two voices in particular stood out. 

“Come back here!”

“No!”

It was Sarah and Ward. (Y/N) quickly glanced at John B, feeling stupid for letting such an important piece of information slip. She forgot to mention Ward was alive. 

“You want them to take you?”

“I didn’t ask to be here!”

The two Pogues looked over the railing to see the Camerons fighting. 

“You’re here and you’re staying here! You’re my daughter!”

“Jesus.” the girl murmured, frustrated at seeing her friend having to deal with her shitty father, and took a quick look at John B to see his reaction at the sight of the man he hated the most. And who wasn’t dead after all.

Sarah stormed out, she assumed she went back inside, but before she could say any word of comfort to the boy beside her, another hushed voice called them.

“Hey!” they turned around to find a very sweaty Pope, “Shit, (Y/N)!” the boy engulfed her in a hug and she contently reciprocated it, not minding the sweat.

“Jesus you scared me.” John B commented. 

“You ok?” Pope asked her.

“Yup, never better.”

“Good.”

“What’re you doing?” John B asked, confused at what Pope was doing there alone.

“I brought a friend.”

And then he stepped aside a bit, revealing a dark skinned girl behind him.

“Cheese on bread.” she exclaimed, looking directly at John B.

“Cleo?”

“So it is you.”

“What the hell? What you doing here?”

“I’m so confused right now.” (Y/N) whispered to Pope, as she saw Cleo and John B interact. 

“What are you doing here? I work here. This is my boat.” she explained, “It got too hot in Nassau because of you and Sarah. I had to run.”

“It’s not safe out here, we gotta go.” Pope stated, turning to the Pogue girl, “Come on, I know someone else here who’ll be happy to see you.”

No matter how fucked up the situation they were in was, the mention of JJ and knowing she was reunited with her friends was more than enough to give her some motivation to get the hell out of that ship. 

“So I’ve heard.” she answered, smiling. 

“Ripping jungle break all day long.” JJ answered, a dreamy look in his eyes, “Bamboo hut, cooking a fish on a fire, (Y/N)’s always talking about building a small cabin on a beach and decorating it with seashells.” he smiled, the memories of his late night conversations and plan making with his best friend making him feel at ease, “And after that, you go back out and just hit the waves again.”

..

“That’s the dream? Surf trip?”

“You’re taking (Y/N) with you?”, Kie asked, smirking at the blonde, who could never hide his crush in front of her. Not that he needed too. Anyone could see it.

“That’s the dream. Our dream.”

“Sounds perfect. Got room for one more?”

JJ laughed, knowing Kie needed something like that too. 

“Hey, hey, open it.” 

They heard Pope whisper from outside the container and hurried to get the grate off to let him and John B in.

“Thank God.”

“You need help?”

“I’m good.”

“I thought Rafe got you guys for sure.”

“No, we’re chill.” John B answered, getting in after Pope. 

“Okay, let’s put the grate back on.” Kie got ready to cover the small opening but Pope stopped her.

“No, wait. Hold it.”

“What? No, put it back!”

Appearing from outside, cautiously glancing inside to see what she was getting herself into, (Y/N) smiled humorously at her friends’ reaction when they saw her. 

“Hello, friends,” she jumped over the “window” on her stomach to pass through it, “guess who’s back!” she tried to say, her voice coming out in a funny tone due to the effort it was taking her to get inside and for having her stomach pressed against the hard surface. 

“Oh my God!” Kie whispered-yelled, a wave of relief falling over her at the sight of her friend.

“Shit.” everyone glanced at JJ. His features made up a stunned expression while staring at the girl, now inside the container after Pope helped her, “Shit.” he repeated but this time he walked towards her, almost knocking some things down on his way, and engulfed her in the tightest hug he was certain he had ever given to someone. 

“Hi.” the girl said, smiling uncontrollably, her face hidden in his neck as she wrapped her arms tightly around his torso, “Missed me?” she teased, knowing damn well by his tight grip on her that he did in fact miss her. 

“Just a bit.” he joked, discreetly kissing her temple and squeezing her waist. 

“Jesus Christ.” their heartwarming moment was soon interrupted by Cleo, who was judgingly examining the container, mostly Kie and JJ, not expecting for there to be more people on board, “I kill you, John B!”

“Who is this?” Kie asked. 

“Just relax, ok? I told you I had a surprise.”

Kiara became more agitated, the idea of having a stranger between them not sitting right with her. 

“Kie, relax.” he held her by her arms, making her focus on him, “Remember I told you about the girl we met in the Bahamas that saved us?”

“Uh… Cleo, yeah?”

John B nodded and looked at Cleo.

“She’s gonna help us, alright?”

 “We tried, ok? I got attacked, if it wasn’t for (Y/N) I probably would be decapitated right now.”

“Next time, ask me.” the dark skinned girl fought back, clearly not pleased with the situation she had gotten herself into. Again.

..

"You seriously didn’t grab nothing? Not one single gun?” JJ scoffed.

JJ glanced at the girl, subconsciously checking if she was hurt in any way. She smiled at him reassuringly and rested her hand on his arm to try and calm him down a bit. It was clear he was starting to get agitated, but her tender touch was enough to cool him down. 

“This is why I should’ve gone with.”

“It’s fine. We’re fine.” she reassured him. 

“Let me get this straight.” Cleo interrupted the starting comotion, “You five, with no weapons, decided you were gonna hijack this tramp steamer on your own?” everyone looked either down or around, anywhere to avoid Cleo’s, once again, judgemental glares, “Do you have any idea who these people are? Eberhimi, if he catch you, he’s gonna kill you. Dead. Cut off your fingers.” 

“Ok, what about waiting till we get to port?” Kie suggested, “At least if something goes wrong we have a place to run.”

“No. No, we can’t do that.” Pope responded. 

“Why?”

And as Pope explained why it was a bad idea to wait till they arrived wherever they were heading, (Y/N) nudged JJ, who she noticed was quieter than usual. 

“You ok?” she whispered.

“Are you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I am too.”

She held back a smile, the way he made her heart beat faster never growing easier for her to handle. He always knew exactly what to say to make her lose her cool, leaving her feeling like an embarrassingly shy little girl. She pinched his arm, receiving a light nudge in response. 

“If we wait ‘till we get there, they’ll trap us.” Pope concluded.

“We have no choice!”

“Guys.” (Y/N) caught everyone’s attention, “There’s one more thing.” she glanced at John B, “This time making sure I don’t forget to mention, Ward’s alive.”

The three Pogues stood shocked in their places, not expecting that one of all things. John B nodded.

“He’s alive and he’s on this boat.” he added. 

“What?”

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“Are you serious?” 

They looked between (Y/N) and John B.

“It was all a set up.” she explained, “Blowing up the boat, the confession to Shoupe. All of it to clear Rafe’s name.” 

JJ stiffened at the mention of his best friend’s ex-boyfriend. There was an infinite list of reasons why he didn’t like the oldest Cameron sibling, one of them was that he, at some point, had her. Rafe didn’t deserve her and he hated the fact that, like everything else, he was able to get her. His girl. Plus, he still couldn’t push further to the back of his mind the sight of Rafe holding her, forcing her inside his truck, and him feeling useless for allowing that to happen. For letting her go, even if it wasn’t his fault.  

They were all still a bit confused and still processing the unexpected information, so she continued.

“Think about it, he goes to the Druthers, and what’s on the Druthers?”

Realization washed over them.

“Scuba.” Kie answers. 

“Exactly.”

“So, Ward’s alive, huh?” JJ started, “And he has the gold, and the cross, and Sarah.” he looks back at (Y/N) after he walked closer to where the other Pogues were sitting, “He even had you for a moment.” and everyone knew how that last fact was what was bothering JJ the most. 

“Thanks for rubbing that in.” Kie commented. 

“So he’s just gonna get away with everything again, huh? Not happening.”

“Hell no.” (Y/N) added.

“We’re not gonna watch this movie again, right, Pope? You said we need to win. And with her,” he pointed to Cleo, “we’re going to the bridge and we’re gonna take it right now. You with me?”

“Let’s do it.” John B agreed. 

“I’m with you.” Pope said, determined, “and I wanna be the one to take that bridge.”

That last sentence made Cleo chuckle humorlessly and everyone looked at her. 

“He’s gonna take the bridge? He couldn’t even take me.”

“Oh wow.” (Y/N) murmured, starting to find the conversation amusing. 

“Ok, first of all, I was going easy on you.” Pope complained, but Cleo fought back. 

“I went easy on you.” 

Kie shushed them when their voices started to get louder while they bickered and after John B successfully told them to relax, JJ suggested a plan. 

“If you’re really with us, if we use that knife, we can go up into the bridge, hold it up against the captain’s neck, then we go on the intercom and make him tell the rest of the crew to meet up in the forward hull.” he explained, “Once they’re in the same place, bam, we lock them in there and we take back what’s ours.” 

“That’s actually a very good plan.” (Y/N) commented, smiling proudly at JJ. 

The four Pogues smiled at the voice coming from the speakers, signaling Pope and Cleo had succeeded in taking the bridge. 

“I like it, it could work.” Pope agreed. 

JJ, happy that his plan was approved, turned to Cleo, the only person left to agree with it, “Are you with us, then?”

..

“Attention, all passengers and crew, report to the tween forward hull. That’s an order. Repeat. All passengers and crew, report to the tween forward hull immediately.”

“Once they’re all in the hull, Kie, (Y/N) and I will lock them inside.” JJ explained as they uncovered the small opening of the container to get out. 

John B had the mission of finding Sarah and get the lifeboat, and hopefully escape from there, cross in tow, away from the nightmare that was their trip on that damn ship.

Part 4

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