#SEND REQUESTS PLS the next part is where shit goes down and the other request i have is something v cute :D

[jiminrings]

what if....just WHaT iF senior y/n started to prepare lunch boxes again?? and shy stem koo is all giddy and happy to see them placed on his desk (gahhh idk if that’s a good idea or if it makes sense at all) as always, thank u so much for writing for us!!

omg ok... can we see when y/n starts to leave “his” lunchboxes again??? 😄

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

stem koo loses in a competition but he wins at the end of the day (kind of)

the universe is out to get jungkook

there's a hit list and he is the only person that comprises the entirety of it

the world is his oyster and it offers him nothing but Ls

he has a guardian angel but the only thing it guarantees is his downfall!!!!

“in 5th place, we have jeon jungkook!”

holy fUCK does he hate any ordinal rank that isn’t the first when it’s next to his name

god his face is being shown in the digital monitor and his eyes are quivering behind his glasses

maybe it’s just him but perhaps everyone in the auditorium could see how fRUSTRATED he is

his pupils keep dancing and he has a curt smile on and it’s physically a pain for him to go up the stage and claim his flimsy little piece of paper

jungkook clearly did not expect to go up on stage this early in time and certainly did not expect to be in fifth place ://

second is beyond embarrassing, third’s actually not that bad, fourth is an odd rank and always unnoticed, but fifth however is just plain-out gAG

the rank makes him shudder as if getting a consolation 2nd rank isn’t bad enough and they STILL decided to have the awards go up to fifth place

“in 4th place, park jimin– come right up!”

://

... naur

hold on a second

there is nO fucking way

don’t get him wrong!!! jimin is one of his closest friends but holy fuck this has gOT to be a punch in gut for jungkook

if he has to be very critical in an academic standpoint,,,

as in annoyingly critical

jimin’s more of a so-so alright :// he just randomly decided to shift to stem because he was getting bored of business!!! IT WAS NEVER HIS FIRST OPTION

he isn’t in much stem clubs like jungkook, doesn’t study as much as he does, always rests and goes out on weekends and takes breaks in between studying, not spending every moment trying to improve himself unlike him.....

u-uh which is normal

bUT JUNGKOOK FEELS LIKE JIMIN ISN’T ON HIS LEVEL

AND NEITHER SHOULD HE BE HIGHER

god does that sound problematic

the fact that jimin is surprised too helps ease the guilt that kook experiences tho

“really? shit, i just guessed half of the answers to the questionnaire LMAOOOOOOO”

...

.....

that’s it.

the world is out to get jungkook

he doesn’t necessarily take his anger out on people because he represses it all but he’s noticeably dull the whole day

and the day after that of course because he pours effort into everything!! and that includes sulking

“you’re worrying about that brat again,” yoongi says through his chewing, savoring every bit of the fish and chips you’ve made him, “the same brat who looked like he was gonna deck me, his senior, on the spot for eating from his lunchbox — which i’m also doing now!!”

he still isn’t over it alright

tbh yoongi kinda admires the kid because he’s smart and all that

and you also like him and he can kinda see why

BUT NOOOOO HE JUST HAD TO DO THAT ://

“i don’t care for him,” you scoff through the same chips you made yourself, wiping the residual oil on yoongi’s denim pants, “i’m just curious.”

“you don’t know?”

sheesh when did yoongi DO all the knowing

“he lost in this stem competition; something like that. anyways, it was our school’s turn to host it and he was one of our two representatives and yeah.... he’s fifth place.”

“he is????”

yoongi nods at your barely-concealed shock, “jimin ranked fourth.”

didn’t you just do a drinking tequila until you have a completely normal resting face competition last nIGHT?!???

:O

you feel sorry for jungkook :((

so much sorry and awed at the same time that you’d sell a lung to see him break into a smile from a corny ifunny.co science joke atleast once

“i have two rest periods in a row, right?” you ask yoongs while you try to gather your things to put them back in your backpack as calmly as possible, eyes not breaking character

“why do you assume that i’d know your schedule?” he grimaces at the concept of being thoughtful to his closest friend, “you have three rest periods in a row.”

“good. i’m just gonna get something back from the dorm.”

that something just had to be a fresh batch of newly-made fish and chips, tucked neatly into his electric lunchbox

jungkook’s about to call it a day because the three-hour lecture he used to find engaging is strenous, about to exit the room with his shoulders sagged when-

isn’t that his lunchbox?

it’s laid on the mini desk next to the exit, the all-too-familiar sticky note with the doodle and his name being stuck on — something he’s dearly missed

you did a good job, jungkook :)

jungkook feels dizzy to hold the lunchbox back in his hands, opening up to see if it tRULY is the deal and it’s with giddiness that he finds that his meal’s still warm

yeah

it’s okay

it’s more than okay

jungkook won this time :)

[lavenderwhore444]

House Trained

a collab with @reallyshey 💗

shigaraki x dabi x reader

commisons

masterlist

interactivefics

CW: nsfw duh 🙄 piss 🥰 vaginal sex anal sex unprotected sex, cat hybrid Shigaraki, darker tags under the cut...beware

PSA: I was NOT a part of the shit or vomit, so do NOT request that pls 🥰 it's pretty obvious I didn't write it cause it's so good I could never write that well 🥲, blood, pain anal, spikey dick hehe 😼 punishment (locked in a cage) umm all done? slight dubcon…???Coercion...????

The concept of human and animal mixing themselves wasn’t something new but science made that too close to reality. Now a hybrid was the common pet for many- the perfect balance for those who wanted children but simply weren’t equipped with the time or the money. Those cute angelic human faces, with ears poking out from-

And Tomura had squatted and was pissing on the couch. Y/N couldn’t help but rub her eyebrow in frustration. It was like she had just cleaned that yesterday! At this rate, she may as well throw out the couch. And she loved her little kitty, of course! But it was getting ridiculous.

It was like taking care of a child who'd never been potty trained. She couldn't put him in diapers either. He’d be humiliated and pissed off at her for god knows how long. So she had to take him to the bathroom about once every two hours. Sometimes he’d make a fuss and pee on the bath mat on purpose, but other times, he was compliant. She found that pushing on his bladder a little helped when he was feeling stubborn.

It hadn’t always been so routine, though. At first, he was mortified at the prospects of Y/N watching him pee. It's gross! She wasn’t supposed to see him do that! In hindsight, maybe getting him so comfortable with that was a mistake. He was brave enough to go in front of her no matter where. She should have just locked Tomura in the bathroom and listened to him to make sure he went but no.

Of course, she had to baby him. He would rub up against her leg all day, purring. He’d lay beside her at night and beg for praise, and she couldn't deny him because he's just oh so cute. Things really took a turn when he started calling her mommy. That definitely flipped a switch for her. Y/N was so easily manipulated by him, and neither of them realized. Shigaraki thought he just had the perfect mommy, and Y/N just thought she had the perfect baby boy.

She loved her cute cat hybrid, but he even had some funny habits. For example, he was still a young cat- about twenty-two-ish in human years. But even so, she’d never bothered to get him spayed. It hurt her feelings to even think about it. She tried talking to him about it, but he only cried and cried and cried until she promised him she wouldn’t.

And even then, her little baby wasn’t aggressive. The worst-case scenario was this- his spaying and genuine accidents. He took out his sexual desires on her pillow, humping it, kneading it, and biting down on it. His tail twitched in a specific way Y/N had learned to recognize whenever it was obvious he was getting aroused, whether from her belly rubs or simply the passing of time.

He was strictly an indoor hybrid too- Y/N believed in keeping her hybrid safe from passing cars, especially when he didn’t know any better. I mean, how the fuck was he supposed to protect himself? He’s so codependent on her. Tomura crawls across the floor and clings to her leg more often than not. He tugs on Y/N’s clothes for food and has to have at least twelve good night kisses. He’s pampered and spoiled and so happy he found a good mommy.

Y/N would kill anyone or anything who would dare hurt her precious boy. He was so sweet and defenseless. Only a monster would hurt someone so sweet. But Y/N knew the world was full of monsters. She's not näive. Her parents were a good example. They had unprompted hate towards her boyfriend at the time and his family until it tore their relationship apart.

He was the one keeping her sane, keeping her grounded but their hatred got in the way. They had planned on adopting a hybrid before, they even decided to name him Tomura. Y/N wasn't hung up on him, she had her little kitty to love! But the name was still sentimental. If only he had kept talking to her, they could have had a life together, but he ghosted her completely and their last conversation was something mundane.

She’s brought back to reality by something soft rubbing her leg, she looks down to find Tomura smiling up at her.

“Mommy, you forgot to take me to the bathroom, meow,” he says calmly, as though peeing on the couch was a completely reasonable response to that.

She sighs, “Next time, just remind me, Tomu, just please stop peeing on the couch,”

He nods and rubs against her leg a bit more, “I’ll be a good boy, mommy,” he promises, knowing he’s going to break it, “Pet me please, meow.”

It’s not really a question, and more a demand: his tail swishes when she sits down on the floor with him. He nuzzled into her hand as she scratched behind his ears. Getting the couch cleaned all the time was expensive and embarrassing. What do the neighbors think every time they see it pull into their driveway?

Y/N finally caves, and, opening her phone, calls the first business with “Animal Trainer” next to it. It looked like a serious business and was rated five stars. It didn’t even look that expensive either! Even so, she had to get him to stop acting out like this.

“Hello?” She says once the phone stops ringing.

“Yes, this is Dabi speaking. How can I help you today?” A voice responds on the other side, thick and gruff. He sounded like he’d smoked for quite a few years (that or he had just gotten out of bed).

“Hi, this is Y/N. I’m calling because my cat hybrid is spaying and pissing everywhere. He’s not fixed, and I promised him I wouldn’t do that to him. I need to get him to stop. I can’t keep cleaning but I’m not going to give him up to the shelter either.”

There’s a moment of silence on the other line. “A bad kitty. I can fix that. You’ll need to chip in, of course.”

She hesitates and looks over at Tomura who is starting to rub against her legs, curious about what and who she’s talking to. “Of course. When’s the soonest you can come over?”

“How about right now?”

“Perfect. Here’s my address.”

-

Dabi walks through the door, and her mouth falls open.

“You,” She says in surprise and in shock.

He grins devilishly, “Me, it's nice to see you, sweetheart.”

She scoffs, “It’s nice to see me? You stopped talking to me after we dated for almost a year!”

“It’s not my fault you changed your number and didn’t tell me,” He snaps back at her, his irritation growing. He grew sick of the disconnected response from the phone too quickly for her to joke about this.

“I never changed my-” She stops, “Oh.”

His face softens too, “It was your parents, huh?”

“Yeah,” she says, looking up at him.

Y/N wraps her arms around Touya hesitantly, and he does the same. Meanwhile, Tomura sits there in shock. Who was this man cuddling with mommy? He’d have to drench the whole house to get this guy’s scent off, and what’s in the bag?

“And this is Tomura,” She introduces. He looks up at the mention of his name, letting out a confused meow.

He grins- Y/N really knows how to pick them. This was the name they promised they’d name their own little hybrid all those years ago when they made plans to marry. So even if she was angry...

“Hey, little guy,” Touya says, trying to be friendly.

That was pretty easy when a cute kitty is staring up at you. But not so easy when he hisses at you and mutters profanities. He frowns. This was gonna be a lot of work.

“Hey,” he says, turning away from the pissed-off kitten, “I’ll give you a discount, how's three hundred sound?”

Her eyes light up, “Three hundred sounds fantastic! Thank you, Touya!”

She hugs him again and Shigaraki wants to yell but...mommy seems so happy with this... this stranger. And he doesn't want to make her sad, so he crawls away and mopes in her room, curling up in her bed and burying his face in her blankets. Does she love him? Is he going to stay? He wouldn't blame Y/N; this Touya person is rather cute but still. She doesn't notice her missing kitty while she continues to work out the details with Touya.

“Y/N, down to business. Why is your hybrid causing you problems? You said something about spaying? Tell me about it.”

“So what happens is that he goes around peeing everywhere! I used to be able to help him go to the bathroom, but now he just goes wherever he wants, whenever he wants! I looked it up and it sounds like spaying, but it’s full-on piss sometimes too.”

Touya is quiet for a moment, thinking, “So he sees you as a mate and he’s trying to mark his territory to ward off another male. Have you invited anybody over recently?” He asks, trying to grasp the situation.

Y/N shakes her head. He saw her as a mate?! “No, I try not to. My house smells like piss thanks to Mister Whiskers.” She huffs.

“He probably sensed another hybrid then from the outside. Possibly a feral. The best way to get him to stop is to make him think he already owns you. I’ll call hybrid control too. It’s not a good place for hybrids on the streets.” He says, pulling out his own phone and sending a text.

“Okay then. How do we do that?”

“It’s quite easy,” he says, “Let's go find Tomura first.”

He heads upstairs to where he assumes Tomura’s hiding. The smell of pee intensifies as he gets closer to what he assumes is your room. He opens the door to see Tomura curled on the bed, frowning.

“See how territorial he is?” Touya points out, “He already sees me as a threat even though I've just walked in the door.”

Y/N nods, but she’s still in disbelief. Tomura sees her as his mate? That's ridiculous. Although, if what Touya’s saying is true, she really wouldn't mind. She’d always had a crush on Tomura, I mean just look at him! He’s cute and so cuddly. The adorable ears and fluffy hair really add onto the whole cute kitty image. He’s so smart too. And kind. Their relationship isn't one-sided at all, he takes care of Y/N and she takes care of him.

Touya nudges her towards the bed, and she sits next to him. They both look at each other for a while, and Touya doesn't interrupt. They need to go at their own paces, for now at least. Y/N finally reaches a hand out to scratch behind his ears, and Tomura starts to purr again. It feels like Y/N is the only one in the room. He doesn't even notice Touya until he sits on the other side of him.

He wants to hiss and scratch at him, but Y/N is scratching his head just the way he likes.

“Hey buddy,” Touya says, reaching out to rub soothing circles on his back, “You love Y/N a whole lot, huh?”

Tomura nods, still suspicious of the man sitting with them.

“She’s your mate, isn't she?” he says, fingers trailing across his neck to scratch the back of his head, “You've got a nice pretty mate Tomura. She’s all yours, sweetie,”

Mate?! How did Touya know how he felt about y/n? They barely said a word to each other.

“Mate,” he nods, grabbing onto Y/N’s thigh.

He worms his hands between the mattress and her soft thighs and squeezes it in his arms, laying his head on it.

“Mate,” he purrs, happy that he’s able to say it out loud, “Mommy’s such a pretty mate.”

Touya nods; this is good. They're making progress.

“Now Y/N, why don't you lie down on the bed,” Touya instructs.

She does as told and lies on her back, trying to relax. She tenses up again when his fingers tug down her pants. She tries to grab his hand and stop him but he bats it away.

“Do you want your house to smell like piss for the rest of your life, or are you gonna let me help you?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

She nods and lets him pull down her pants.

“Are you sure this is necessary?” she asks, not enjoying the cold air on her cunt nor the fact that she was nearly naked in front of both of them.

“Completely necessary,” he assures her.

Next to go is her shirt, then her bra until she’s lying completely naked in front of them. When he starts to strip Tomura down, she gets worried. Why is Tomura suddenly so compliant with Touya? He was ready to flip his shit just minutes ago. Touya guides Tomura to kneel between Y/N’s legs and wiggles his spiked cock out of its little pouch. Tomura mewls softly; he’s never felt someone else touch him there before.

“Now, why don’t you rub mommy’s pussy right,” he guides Tomura’s hand to her clit, “There.”

He looks confused but does as he’s told. Obviously, Tomura doesn't do it well enough. The nerves and inexperienced hands don’t do anything to get Y/N aroused. Too bad so sad, he’s here to fix a problem, not make it pleasurable. He lines up Tomura’s cock, and Y/N finally pieces together what's happening. Her breathing picks up and her eyes widen. Surely he wasn’t really going to have Tomura fuck her, right? That would hurt! Like really really hurt!

But the look of excitement in his eyes made her feel guilty. He wants this so badly and he loves her so much. If this was going to help him she’d just have to take it. So when Touya helps him poke the tip of his cock in, she’s already white-knuckled from gripping the sheets. She whimpers when more of it starts to go in; it felt like the branch of an English hawthorn was forcing itself inside of her. At the same time, the tiny, sharp thorns on his cock were tickling her G-spot.

She wasn't ready when he started to fuck into her, he was over the moon with joy whilst she was crying out in pain. Tomura can’t decide between yowling, meowing, or moaning so he chooses a mixture of all three. All of his little noises are adorable; the whines and whimpers of her name make her try to smile through all of the pain.

“Gotta...breed mommy,” he pants, “Breed mommy!”

Her eyes widened.

“No sweetie,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut and trying not to focus on the pain, “You can’t breed a mommy baby. Please don’t Tomura.”

“Hey,” Touya says, “do you want this to work or not?”

She whines in defeat and lets him keep fucking her.

“Breed, mommy,” he chants, happier than ever.

Everything's “fine” until he decides to bite her tit.

“Ow! Tomura, no!” she cries, trying to push his head away, but Touya holds her hands in place.

“You can’t deny him Y/N. It won't work if you do,” he tuts.

She tries to squirm away, but Touya keeps his grip on her firm, and the cold hands of death couldn't pry Tomura away from her. So she cries and moans and prays that he’ll cum and get this over with. Touya lets go of her hands and climbs behind Tomura. What was he doing back there?

Y/N doesn’t even have a moment to be confused as Touya unbuckles his pants, Tomura grinding at her pussy, his sharp barbs and accurate aims make the pain and the pleasure simply too much for her brain to work. He doesn’t even take off his shirt, or slide them down, just pulls out his cock from his jeans and shoves it into the cute tight, and unsuspecting hole in front of him.

“Meow! Mommy! It hurts! Meow!” Tomura cries, yowling in pain as his virgin hole is penetrated. Touya’s cock is massive- at least twelve inches in length. Despite Tomura’s small size, she can still feel Touya against her own stomach, the way his cock burrowed a hole into Tomura, in through one end and attempting to force its way out the other.

“Look at that cute little pussy. It’s all nice and red for Master''. Tomura was bleeding! He meowed, feeling the trickling down his thighs as Touya pushed himself into Tomura, again and again, forcing Tomura to keep fucking Y/N despite the pain that he was in. As she gets wetter it’s easier for her to talk and think. She cradles Tomura’s head in her arms and lets it fall into the crook of her neck.

“How is this helping?” she asks, still crying from the pain of Tomura’s cock in her.

“Um, it’s keeping him inside of you? Listen, I don't fucking know. I just wanted to fuck him, ” Touya laughs, before pausing, “Or even bitch him if it works.” Leaning down to trail kisses up Tomura’s neck, he coos “Who’s my pretty boy?”

“I am, ” he sobs, “Mommy, please, it hurts. But it feels so good just- just make it stop mommy please.”

“I can't, sweetie. I’m sorry,” she says, kissing the side of his head, “It’ll feel good soon, Tomura, I promise.”

He bites her tit again, not as hard as before, and tries to stifle the sounds of his crying. How could he be a good mate if he was so weak? He doesn't deserve her. He should give her up to Touya; he’s strong and smart, not weak like he is. But then Y/N pulls his face away from her chest and kisses him. It’s rough and passionate and the best thing he’s ever felt, besides her warm wet pussy, of course.

When he cums, he cums hard. His cock was made for breeding so it squirts out more cum than humanly possible. It takes mere seconds for it to start gushing out of her, seeping deep into her womb. There’s no doubt she’s pregnant; Y/N never planned to have sex at this point in her life, so she was on absolutely no form of birth control.

Even if she had used a condom, Tomura’s thorny cock would have poked right through it. His cum would’ve somehow breached her IUD, and it was sure to be one hundred times more potent than human cum and no chemical could’ve stopped it. They're both aching when Touya finally fills Tomura’s tight, no longer virgin, asshole. Thankfully it makes it easier for Touya to slide out of him without either ripping Tomura’s asshole or having Tomura’s asshole pull his cock right off.

-

Touya is surprisingly good with his aftercare. And it looks like he came prepared as well.

Touya takes his sweet time gently putting hybrid injury cream around his ass. There's nothing of course he could do about the inside besides giving Tomura some anti-inflammatory medicine and blood stoppers. All wrapped inside of a pill pocket, the brat.

And despite his so-called love for Y/N, Tomura still kept up the attitude. When Touya moved onto Y/N, slowly caressing her cunt and making sure she was okay, taking care of her and wiping her clean of cum, Tomura would throw a fit and say he wanted attention.

Don't get him wrong, he was worried for his mommy. He didn't know what the white stuff leaking out of her was or what the white stuff that'd been leaking out of him was- he just knew it felt good. But he recognized bruises from his own hands, his claws digging into her from when he orgasmed.

But he wanted attention too! What about him?! Why did mommy get all the attention? It was like he had completely forgotten the attention that had been on him for a while. He meowed over and over, tugging on Touya’s arm.

“Master,” he whines, “What about me?”

“Shh,” Touya says, “We need to take care of mommy too, Tomura.”

“But-” he starts.

“No buts unless you want me to spank yours,” Touya warns.

Tomura opens and closes his mouth, deciding he’d rather not have his ass beat red. He still whines, though, putting his head on Y/N’s chest, so he never left his master’s line of sight. When Touya pushes his head away, he mewls over and over, crying out for his master. Claiming that “You don’t care about me, Master!”

Touya silences him with a kiss on the forehead and the lips, and that satiates him...for a while until he’s pawing at Touya again, whining and whimpering. However, when Y/N is the one to try and silence him, he shuts up immediately. You never tell him to be quiet; you always tell him how much you love his voice.

So he curls into you and kisses your neck, telling you that you're the best mommy in the world. You can only smile and nod, letting Touya apply ointment to your wounds. Tomura has never felt like this before, not just from his orgasm but being cared for by two people. Of course, Y/N cared for him well, maybe too well. She spoiled him beyond belief. He got away with pissing on the couch for months. He got whatever food he wanted whenever he wanted. You even let him eat at the dinner table though he was NOT supposed to.

Touya fixed all of that. He disciplined Tomura, shoving him in a diaper until he begged and cried to be good, and he was...until Touya went home. Touya also put him on a diet that was healthier for his sensitive stomach. Lastly he made it very clear to her that Tomura will only be eating out of his bowls on the floor, much to Tomura’s disappointment.

-

Despite it all, they end up together. All of them. Mommy and Master and cute little Tomura at the center. Maybe he would’ve stopped acting up but he didn’t. He just wanted both of them more- and both of them together. So he makes mommy call Touya for no reason or forces her to, pissing and shitting wherever he could, even vomiting.

Even things that didn’t need to be fixed- they called Touya. And of course, Touya always sets Tomura straight. He’d shove Tomura in a kennel for hours, and force Y/N to watch, to discipline him for calling him over, sometimes even himself if he got ahold of the house phone, and Y/N to get her to stop spoiling Tomura.

And of course, Tomura would yowl and cry that nobody loved him, making painful noises that would cause suffering to any normal human’s heart (at least, Y/N would argue that). He would piss himself even more, and even shit on the blankets to try and get the smell to let him out. Touya however, only pissed on Tomura when he pissed in the kennel, and sprayed air freshener when he shit. Maybe it was something that he wanted himself.

Y/N, of course, would always let him out when he let out a particularly miserable noise. She washed the disgusting blankets at night when she was supposed to be asleep and cleaned him up through the bars of his cage. Whenever Touya caught her, he was furious. It took only minutes for her to be squished in the cage besides Tomura, praying he didn't decide to make any messes.

She comforted him, reminding Tomura that Touya would provide wonderful aftercare for the bruises and indents the cage gave them. When Touya fed them through the bars it was especially humiliating, making sure to spill or smear at least some of it on both Y/N and Tomura. But Tomura was happy to clean you up with his cute pink tongue, and that never failed to make her giggle.

Despite the punishments and the spoiling he loves his mommy and master equally! They were so good to him! Dogs can be a man’s best friend, but what best resembles a lover? The cute little kitty cat in the middle of mommy and master.

[haik-choo]

karasuno first years out late w/ their s/o

request: Could you write how 1st years (yachi too pls🥺) going out with their s/o late at night ?

a/n: this is such a cute little concept i -- 

[KARASUNO FIRST YEARS OUT LATE AT NIGHT WITH THEIR S/O]

-tsukishima, kageyama, yamaguchi, hinata, yachi

tsukishima kei.

not gonna lie, he’s often awake late at night. he’s a night owl and doesn’t mind sacrificing his sleep to watch some youtube videos

occasionally, he even goes out late at night, slipping past his parents and brother’s room and softly closing the front door with his headphones covering his ears and his hands stuffed in his pockets

so when you text him at 3am and ask if he can go out with you to the convenience store, he agrees in seconds to meet you at the halfway point between your houses

wastes no time in putting on his sneakers and a hoodie; he wants to get there quickly so that you aren’t left out by yourself

tsukishima knows there’s creeps out there, which is exactly why he jogs to the halfway point and is relieved when he’s the first one there

as soon as he sees you in the distance he fast walks to catch up to you, and slips his hand into yours

he totally brings bluetooth earbuds so that you two can listen to the same music instead of his wired headphones <3 uwu

is always on the lookout for any weirdos, and if he spots someone eyeing you up he shoots them the nastiest glare

eventually wraps his arms around your shoulder while your hand is sitll in his and its that cute little thing where your arms is across your chest holding his hand </3

pays for whatever you get at the store, ignores your complaints and tells you to shut up when you continue to insist on paying

“im trying to be a good boyfriend for once, for the love of god PLEASE shut up”

secretly takes a candid photo of you at some point in the night and sets it as his home screen -- NOT his lock screen, and when you see it he outright denies having taken it

tsukishima: you told me to take a picture of you

you: stop lying i know you’re a closet hopeless romantic 

convinces you to stop at the park and eat the snacks you both got there, music still humming in your ears as the moonlight washes you both in cool tones

tsukishima when he’s alone with you is so soft -- he literally kisses your hand and temple and mutters very softly “love you” 

all in all, tsukishima kei is the perfect night-owl boyfriend to go on snack-runs with 

kageyama tobio.

"why would i go out right now. do you know what time it is. i have practice in the morning”

kags really out here kinda hurtin’ your feelin’s ngl boy doesn’t understand the vibes LOL

honestly you probably woke him up, he’s asleep at like ten every night (even tho he still has homework to do he just flat-out ignores it LOL) 

only agrees to go out walking with you because you said he could bring his volleyball and you’d toss a few for him....and also because he’s a little worried because it’s so dark out

doesn’t walk with you to the park but meets you there LOL

he deadass has his wholeass duffel bad with the ball, two waterbottles, two towelettes, volleyball sneakers and everything

“you know,,,,we’re not playing a game, right, tobio?”

“yeah???? and??? what’s your point”

acts nonchalant but is totally having fun and is lowkey glad you asked him to go out so late because it’s cool out, there’s no one to bother him, and you just look...really good under the stars

he’s not a cheesy person but...god you just take his breath away sometimes. not that he’ll ever say that though

you ask to take a break like thirty minutes in because you are LITERALLY dying meanwhile he hasn’t even broken a sweat (”you’re already tired? maybe you should workout more” “shut UP kageyama”)

you both sit on the bench, and you’re lowkey waiting for him to reach for your hand but they’re just folded in his lap as he stares out in the nothingness of night

kageyama can’t take a hint. we know this. he’s incapable of knowing what you want unless you flat out tell him; so you have to be a very honest person

he doesn’t even really initiate skinship, not because he doesn’t want to, but just because it never really crosses his mind

plus he doesn’t feel the need to constantly show affection because he thinks it’s obvious that he likes you

despite this, he is good at spotting weird people, and he’s pretty protective of you, so you’re completely safe with him. trust him, he’ll keep you safe

all in all, have patience and stamina because kags will play volleyball with you until you pass out. also, he loves you 

yamaguchi tadashi.

is in bed by 11pm but doesn’t actually go to sleep until two am because he’s scrolling through tiktok on his phone

sees your text about wanting to go out for a late night walk and maybe go through the little forest near your house and automatically sends a text that says “ill meet you at your window! can you pack some snacks? :)”

he walks all the way to your house, even if it’s more convenient to meet halfway because he wants to protect you! he’s not the strongest nor is he the most intimidating, so all he really has to offer is his presence

despite not being strong nor scary, yams literally has eagle eye. you can’t tell me that he can’t read people in a heartbeat -- he’s extremely perceptive 

also texts you to not bring a jacket because he’s bringing on of his own for you !!! so sweet what the hell

he waits at your front door and when you step out he automatically pushes his volleyball jacket into your hands and he takes the bag of snacks from you and sticks out one of his hands UGH such a gentleman

lets you ramble about anything and stares at your side profile as he listens 

joins in with a few quips here and there but ultimately is pretty quite and lets you speak or lets the silence cozy into the conversation

sees that there’s a guy sitting on a bench up the road and he switches places with you so that you’re further away from the stranger 

also wraps a protective hand around your waist until you both are past the random dude but yams will glance behind yall every once in a while

when you two reach the mini forest he ends up taking the lead claiming that he knows a good spot

and damn, he’s right

it’s a little clearing that is illuminated solely by the moonlight and he sets the bag of snacks down beside him before sitting down himself, apologizing for not bringing a blanket that you two could sit on 

pats the spot next to him so that you sit right beside him and he leans back with his hand on yours ONGMIRG 

is the super cheesy type and tells you that you look really pretty and that,,,he kind of wants to kiss you

you: *experiencing heart palpitations* and you did this for what. 

yamaguchi: ...because i love you?

you: *K.O*

all in all, yamaguchi is the boyfriend that completely indulges your late-night escapades <3 

hinata shoyo.

is either completely fast asleep and doesn’t see your text or was awake and not planning to sleep for the next five hours, no in-between

but if he’s awake and sees your text, he agrees right away and asks where you want to meet up and what time because homeboy probably has to bike to get there AgAGAGAGA

literally doesn’t even show up in sneakers. he’s wearing sandals and shorts with a short sleeve top 

“i came in my pjs”

“i see that.”

asks if you two can bike around instead because he doesn’t want to have to wheel his bike around for like an hour 

he tells you to hold on tight because the bike was built for one person, and when you press against his back his warmth is literally so,,,comforting 

has no sense of awareness and will scream going down a hill in the middle of a neighborhood, no fucks given

so, no, he doesn’t notice any weriod people even if there are some around

you always end up running into some weird people and you get new interesting stories every other day because let’s be honest hinata is a magnet for crazy shit and crazy people (usually crackheads) 

you both just ride around as he talks about his day, usually his sister always comes up in the conversation( “she asked me to marry you the other day” “doirhgAEROIHFGRE SHOYO WHAT” “what? i told her i would. i keep my promises!”)

after like thirty minutes he begs for a break and you stop at a little 24/7 ice cream store that is run by the sweetest elderly couple

you share a sundae because you don’t want to eat too much this late at night

he plops on the bench right outside the store with his bike leaning against the metal handles, and h snuggles up to you and watches you scroll on your phone

he talks a little here and there, but for the most part, he goes quiet, and it’s during this time where you’re unaware of his gaze that he just takes his time drinking in your features in the yellow light of the lamppost 

he can’t read the mood most times, but this time he does, and he stays quiet, and he thinks to himself

that he really will marry you one day

all in all, hinata gives you the impulsive young teenage experience of late night bike rides while eating his fair share of ice cream

yachi hitoka.

another either or, except this time she’s either fast asleep or stressing over homework and the nine tests she has the next day

when you ask if she can go on a walk with you she’s hesitant because she doesn’t want to get in trouble with her mom and she’s a total goody goody and terrified of doing anything reckless; but then she remembers that her mom was on a business trip and so she, very cautiously, says yes

you: good. i’m outside your door btw

yachi: i never had a choice did i

you have to meet her at her house because she’s way too scared to walk by herself at night; she might even make you factime her as you commute because she’s worried for you

jumps at every little thing, even the crows cawing make her shit herself

instictively grabs onto your sleeve and nervously look around the entire time, to the point where she doesn’t hear what you say

so you offer to go to a little cafe that’s still open and right away she nods

she’s so adorable, she bows really deeply when you two walk into the store and apologizes for it being so late

and finally, because you two are safe, she’s calm and smiling as she sips at her strawberry smoothie

awkwardly and very shyly reaches out for your hand on the table and gently lays her palm on yours

canon: yachi totally has freckles and you can’t convince me otherwise 

her face is red and her freckles are just on display you can’t help but coo at her and tuck some hair behind her ear because god could she get any cuter?

you two end up staying for like a hour and a half and very shyly she asks if you could walk her home 

and this time on the walk she’s not overly cautious and seems to enjoy the nighttime breeze and your hand softly clasping hers

does that cute thing where she lays her head on your shoulder or arm while you both are walking and looks up at you through her eyelashes and asks if you could give her a kiss on the cheek </3

you: stop. please. im going to die.

when you’re at her door she literally just stands there awkwardly for a few seconds before tilting her head upwards and pressing her lips to yours and then promptly running inside

video calls you three seconds afterwards to make sure you get home safely 

all in all, you might need to be the impulsive one, but yachi enjoys spending late night time with you more than she admits. also please kiss her thanks      

[lilyharvord]

Omg describe the parent trap au pls I'm begging you

AH! Okay! I've got five requests... means I have to do it XDDD

(bear in mind I had this idea before broken throne came out and we knew Cori and Shade were a thing)

1. Mare and Cal are still young, they're dealing with the ramifications of everything. Mare gets pregnant, they have twins. Their relationship sort of falls apart... and they go their separate ways, each one taking a twin daughter. Mare to Montfort, Cal to the States

2. Some years later (11) the twin daughters both end up at the same sort of camp thing (not sure exactly what's going on there, but they do). They totally hijack each other and end up being forced into an isolation where they only have each other. Then they realized: HOLY SHIT YOUR MOM IS MY MON AND YOUR DAD IS MY DAD. Then they hatch their "master plan" to get Mare and Cal back together. One daughter Coriane (Cal's) and the other Avery (Mare's) switch places, going back to the opposite parent in hopes that they will have to come back together to switch them back.

3. Shenanigans obviously ensue. And Cori realizes horribly quickly that Mare is dating someone... and Avery kinda didn't know about it. The guy (who is not Tyton because I Would NEVER slander that boi like that) is an asshole period. So Cori has to be a snappy little shit and tries to break them up. I just have this one conversation in my head where the guy confronts her and is like: For your information, I adore your mother, she's exactly the kind of woman I always dreamed of marrying. And Cori just leans forward and goes: and my mother's political and military standing wouldn't have anything to do with that... would it? And he goes from being nice politician guy to straight dick in .2 seconds and leans forward to day: listen here puss, I'm marrying your mother in three weeks, whether you like it or not. Is that clear? And once I do, I'm shipping your ass off to the Lakelands. And that's when Cori sends emergency message number 1 to Avery in the States who has been busy ignoring her panic because she's having the time of her life with her dad.

4. Anyway, Julian is the one that figures it out, cause he follows Avery after she runs out to place an emergency call to Montfort to tell Cori to hang in there. He makes Avery tell Cal and we get the cute scene where she's in his office and she has a little suitcase with her, and he laughs and asks where she is going when she buries her face in his shirt. And all muffled says: I'm going to find Cori. And he laughs again and says: I see Cori, so where is she exactly? And she just kinda sniffles looks up at him and says: In Ascendant, with her mom Mare Barrow. And Cal just kinda of looks up at Julian who gives him that little smile. And then he cups Avery's face, lifts it up to look at her, and says: You're not Cori.... you're Avery? and then he puts it together. They decide to go to Ascendant to switch them back. Cal is low key a wreck all the way there, and Julian goes with them with Sara because he's low key gotta chaperone his stressed out nephew still. (Little does Cal know that Julian, Sara, Cori, and Avery all planned it so that they go to the place Mare/Fiance are looking at for their wedding, without Cal knowing what's happening, and without Mare knowing anything at all.)

5. They all end up there, They get separated from each other for a split second and when they happens, Cal ends up spotting Mare getting into an elevator with her asshole fiancé, and she literally almost falls over leaning to the side making sure she is actually seeing her ex-husband and not a ghost of him induced by her low key guilt over remarrying (especially since who she thinks is Avery has been so very opposed to it). Then Cal goes up (mind you, he may be slightly drunk cause... it's funny in the movie, so it works here) runs into both the girls, and finds out Mare is getting re-married, and they try to convince him to stop it, but he won't hear any of it, and tells them he is only there to switch them back.

6. Cal goes down ahead of the girls, and is in the bar trying to get something to deal with the raging headache he has, and who does he run into but Asshole Fiance who is so freaking excited to realize it's him because wow, political ambitions to the max there.

6. Anyway, they go down to a garden and the girls are sitting there with Julian and Sara, and Mare is literally on the HUNT for Cal. She's so confused why he's here, etc. etc. Then she spots him walking down the stairs of the garden (it can be in slow motion while he's adjusting his jacket if you like 😏) and she literally runs into someone, and ends up in a fountain. Cal pulls her out, and she's just looking up at him shocked and confused, and then the girls show up and explain what they did and Mare's just baffled until she laughs and hugs them both. They sit down, Cal gives her his jacket and they talk for a second and Mare just says: I can't believe this... seeing them together, seeing you again... I just-- And then asshole fiance shows up and is like: FINALLY! There you are! Oh um...oh good, you've met! Honey, I was just speaking with him in the bar and um, we were talking about some trade deals, and um wait, I dont understand how did you two meet? and Mare... why are you all wet? and Mare just looks at Cal and goes: you're doing a political trade deal with my fiancé? and Cal's like: i didn't know he was your fiancé? And then Mare's like hahahaha how did we meet? How did you two meet? And Fiance just goes: Am I missing something here? And Mare going: hahaha this is one small world. Cue Avery popping up near his elbow and saying: Hey. And then him sniffing and going: hello. And then Cori popping up and going: Hi, how's it going? And him having a small freak out before Mare sort of grimaces and says: Um... did I ever mention to you that Avery was a twin? And he's just totally put out and grumbles: you neglected to mention that little detail. And the girls are more than happy to introduce Cal as their dad, and fiancé just goes: well, this is a small world. And Mare just awkward grimaces and says: and getting smaller.

7. Anyway, the girls make them go on a cute little date, and they sort of talk about why they broke up and why she left, and we get my favorite dialogue exchange from any movie every made and Mare says: well, I got on an airship to Montfort, and... you didn't chase after me. And Cal just sort of leans forward and says quietly: I didn't know you wanted me to. Then we cut to the next day, they're agreeing to send the girls back and forth between them for certain things, and then low and behold their trouble making daughters show up wearing identical outfits, and the girls give them their proposal. They will tell them who is who after they go on the camping trip. (Aka the one Mare takes Avery on every year in Paradise Valley). Cal crouches down and says: This one is Cori, I'm sure of it. And the one he's point to who is actually Avery just smirks and says: Are you sure dad? You wouldn't want to take the wrong kid all the way back to Archeon would you? And then they're forced to agree to said camping trip.

8. Cue my absolute favorite part of the 1998 movie, where we cut to the fiancé going: AND WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO FOR FIVE DAYS? STAY HOME AND KNITT? And Mare just turns around and says: listen, we're in a bit of a situation here. And then Cal's coming down the stairs from the Barrow's town house with his backpack like: 🙃 I have such bad timing. And Fiancé turns around and says: hold on, why is he going? And mare's irritated as all get out so she just snorts and says: because it's part of the deal... we go on this trip... together. And then Cal walks up and being the little shit he is says: is there a problem? And the guys just looks him up and down and goes: Yes, as a matter of fact, I'm not so sure I'm okay with this. And Cal immediately knows how to make this man's life fucking miserable, so he says: Oh I completely understand. The ex in the next sleeping bag is just... so awkward. And Mare just puts her head in her hand and Cal gives this guy his best sympathetic grin and says: which is why I suggest you go with them. And the girls in the truck are like: DAD! NO! And Cal's just like: No I insist. And then the guy is walking down the stair, looking for all intents and purposely like a jackass, and Cal's behind him, already trying to contain his laughter. And the guy gets in the truck, looking annoyed as all get out, and the girls are pissed, and Mare's just looking at Cal like: I can't decide if I wanna kill you or laugh with you. And then Cal just pats the side of the truck and says: alright have fun. And the guy kinda leans across Mare and says: I mean on second thought, maybe this isn't the best idea... I mean... I"m not much a... nature person. And Cal's like mock horrified and says: No, no you really should. This is a great opportunity for you to spend time with the girls and get to know them. And then he gives that jack as his prize winning, shit eating grin and says: Cause starting next week, they're half yours. And Mare just sticks her tongue between her teeth with her smile and puts her shades on and drives away. Cue Kilorn coming up next to Cal and smirking with him and saying; Oh I would pay BIG money to see that man climb a mountain.

9. The camping trip goes miserable, they come back early cause the girls create chaos and the fiancé leaves. Delivering the key line: Once we're married, I'm shipping those BRATS off to Tiraxes. Got it? IT's me or them, take your pick.

They come up the stairs to the town house and Cal's there (wearing super comfy clothes) and is mock shocked when he says: what happened? And the Avery just goes: we've been grounded. and Corie comes up behind her saying until the end of the century. And Cal's just like: why? What happened? and Cori says: we played a couple harmless pranks, and [insert fiancé's name] got a little upset. And Mare storms up behind them and says: Upset? A little Upset? Then she glares at the girls and then at Cal and says: But like father like daughters. You're grounding starts now. And the girls go inside, and Mare just kinda stays out there, fiddling with the engagement ring she took off and says: One day I'm going to have to thank them for this. And then Mare and Cal kinda of have a cute little conversation and then that night, they have their little romantic moment where they almost kiss, but then Mare pulls back. The next day, they leave. (At this point they weren't in Ascendant, they were in a smaller Montfort city near Paradise Valley). So Mare goes home. And once she and Avery get there, they walk into their apartment, and Cori's sitting on the couch, and Mare's just like: oh... um hello. And Cori just smiles and says: it took us about two minutes after you left to realize we were never letting you go again. And Mare's like: us? And then Cal comes out, and is like: us. And Then we get my Second favorite dialogue exchange of all time where Mare goes: so what now? Am I supposed to... to say that we're going to work all this out, that we'll... fall in love again and raise out children together and cry hysterically? And Cal just pulls her close with a smile and says: Yes, to all of that. Only you dont have to cry hysterically.

Then we get happy ending cause YAY the girls won and their parents are back together. Anyway, as you can see I've thought about this AU for far too long and I actually came super close to writing it but then decided, eh better not.

[storiesforallfandoms]

no one will hurt you ~ sweet pea;riverdale

word count: 1812

request?: yes!

@lucialilithmalfoy​ “yey the requests are open! can you do a Sweet Pea imagine where the reader is blind and he takes care of her? everyone knows him as the hot head and never soft, so when he’s taking care of the reader with gentle and softness, they’re surprised. he only has a soft spot for her. could be set in a time where the serpents are already on the northside and the reader is a northsider. just a bunch of fluff pls? i’m a hoe for soft Sweet Pea hehe”

description: sweet pea is known as the hot headed member of the southside serpents, but he does have one soft spot

pairing: sweet pea x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

Sweet Pea was always known for being a hothead. He was very passionate about his gang, the Southside Serpents, and would swing without hesitation at anyone who dared to mock them, or threaten them. He had been suspended from school, both Southside High and Riverdale High, due to fights on multiple occasions, he had returned home from school with black eyes and bruises most days.

Besides that, he loved running with the Serpents. He spent most of his time at the Whyte Wyrm with his friends, or out goofing off with Fangs and Toni. He was tough and, sometimes, ruthless through and through. The words “Sweet Pea” and “soft” did not belong in a sentence together.

That was, until he met his girlfriend.

She was a new girl at Riverdale High. She made a grand entrance her first day of school by tripping over something in the hallway, sending her books flying. Nearby students giggled and snickered as they whispered to each other about her. Sweet Pea hated the preppy assholes of Riverdale High, especially when they picked on others for no reason, so he made a point of helping her picking up her things.

“Here,” he said, extending the books and papers towards her.

Her face twisted with confusion and that’s when Sweet Pea got a good look at her eyes. It seemed like she had no control over them, they were just stuck in one position - staring straight forward. That’s when he realized that the poor new girl was also blind, something else that she’d definitely be picked on mercilessly for by the preppy’s.

He took hold of her hand gently and placed her books in them. She sighed with relief. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” he responded. “Here, take my hand.”

Her hand found his and he pulled her to stand, slowly. “Do you have a cane or anything to help you walk?”

“It’s...somewhere...” She gestured to the floor. Sweet Pea looked around the floor, but the students were now moving and he couldn’t get a good glimpse of where her cane might’ve gone.

Sweet Pea took hold of her shoulders and pulled her towards the lockers to get her out of the way of the busy hallways. When it was nearly clear, Sweet Pea managed to locate her cane and gave it back to her.

“Thank you,” she said. “I didn’t know this school was going to be so full or so busy, I wasn’t ready for it.”

“It’s alright,” he responded with a shrug. “Where’s your first class? I can help you find it if you want.”

Her fingers brushed over her schedule, which was given to her with both normal writing and braille underneath. Sweet Pea couldn’t understand why they’d give her a schedule with writing on it, but he decided it was best not to question it for now. It could be helpful to him if she had trouble reading it.

She recited the name and room number of her first class. Surprisingly, it aligned with his, which unfortunately meant that he’d actually have to show up to class for once.

Sweet Pea took her arm and slowly led her down the hallways towards the classroom, taking his time and allowing her to survey the path ahead of her with her cane. By the time they reached the classroom, the final bell was just ringing, meaning they weren’t exactly late but also not really on time.

The teacher gave Sweet Pea his normal, disapproving look as he walked through the door. “How nice of you to finally join us, Sweet Pea.”

“I’m so sorry, sir,” the girl spoke before Sweet Pea could say something he regretted. “I had some trouble in the hallway and...and Sweet Pea helped me. I’m the reason he’s late, I’m very sorry.”

The teacher looked between her and Sweet Pea, taking in her eyes and her cane the way Sweet Pea had. Even the worst of teacher couldn’t make comments about a new blind student, so he sighed heavily and responded, “It’s alright. You must be our new student, Miss (Y/L/N).”

“That’s me,” she confirmed.

The teacher sighed and waved a hand towards the two empty seats in the classroom. “Just take your seats.”

Sweet Pea helped her over to her seat and made sure she was properly sat in the desk before sitting next to her. The class started and Sweet Pea was immediately bored. He was starting to remember why he always skipped his classes and was wondering if he’d be able to ditch so far into class.

“Psst.”

The sound shocked Sweet Pea and he nearly jumped before looking over at the girl next to him. She was slightly leaned towards him, but it was still enough to look very obvious that she was trying to talk to him. Sweet Pea chuckled and gently moved her so that it was less obvious.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“It’s no problem. The teacher is kind of a hard ass, I wouldn’t want him to get angry at you for no reason.”

“No, no, not that,” she said. “Thanks for your help, it really means a lot to me.”

Sweet Pea couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face. “That was also no problem. If you need anymore help, just let me know.”

“I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

“Sweet Pea.”

He could see she was trying to contain a giggle. “Is that your real name?”

He smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

That’s how it all started. The next day, (Y/N) managed to find Sweet Pea in the hallway, claiming that he wore a distinct body spray that was easy to point out in the crowd, however much later she would admit that she asked someone to point out where he was to her. They decided to eat lunch together that day, and later that evening Sweet Pea took her to Pop Tate’s, where they decided that what they were doing was a date.

One date turned into many and before he knew it, Sweet Pea was introducing (Y/N) to his friends, and she was introducing him to her family. He was taking her home after school, where they’d hang out for the day until (Y/N) had to go home. Days turned into weeks which turned into months and, before he knew it, Sweet Pea was in his first serious relationship with the sweetest, most kind girl he could’ve ever met.

On one nice day during lunch, the friend group decided to eat outside. Sweet Pea was guiding (Y/N) out when she stopped in the doorway. “I gotta pee, I’ll meet you guys out there.”

“Okay.” He gave her a quick kiss, causing her to giggle as she passed him her lunch, before the two went their separate ways.

Sweet Pea set his and (Y/N)’s trays down onto the table and sat next to Fangs, leaving a seat free next to him for when (Y/N) came back.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Toni asked first.

“Hello to you, too, Toni,” Sweet Pea responded, sarcastically. “She’s gone to the bathroom, she’ll be back soon.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t go with her,” Fangs said. “You know, to make sure she was okay.”

“Shut it, Fangs,” Toni said, throwing some food at him.

“She’s able to do things on her own, I just like helping her from time to time because I know how much of assholes these preppies can be,” Sweet Pea defended himself. “You can call me every name in the book that means whipped, but I will stand by myself on this one.”

“You don’t have to defend yourself. She’s your girlfriend, you’re free to help her however you want,” Toni said, glaring slightly at Fangs.

“You’re just a completely different person with her,” Fangs said. “It’s so weird to see hotheaded Sweet Pea being all soft and sweet with his little blind girlfriend.”

Sweet Pea hit Fangs’ arm, causing his friend to yelp in pain and take hold of his arm.

“Don’t ever say shit about her again, Fangs,” he hissed. “Honestly man, even if she wasn’t my girlfriend, that’s some fucked up shit to say.”

“I wasn’t saying it like it was a bad thing! I just wonder sometimes if you’d act this way if she wasn’t blind, you know?”

“You really don’t know when to shut up,” Toni groaned, rolling her eyes.

“The fact that you don’t think I’d still treat (Y/N) like the queen she is to me if she wasn’t blind just goes to show that you’ve never been in a good relationship before, Fangs, nor do I think you will be,” Sweet Pea retorted. “I don’t care if (Y/N) is blind, deaf, in a fucking wheelchair, none of the above or all of the above. I love her for her, and because I love her, I love helping her. She’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met. She’s not a judgmental, asshole preppy, she’s a kind person who understands what it’s like to be the outcast. And if you ever say some shit like that about her again I will not hesitate to hit you so hard that you’ll lose feeling in your arm for a full day.”

Fangs flinched at the threat and quickly changed seats to sit next to Toni. She chuckled at his childishness and shook her head.

“Do you really mean that?”

They all turned to see (Y/N) standing behind Toni and Fangs. She looked shocked and as if she were close to tears, which worried Sweet Pea immediately.

“Which part?” he asked. “Dumb question actually, because the answer is yes, I meant every word I said.”

“I was specifically referring to the part about you loving me,” she responded, feeling her way towards the seat next to Sweet Pea. “You love me?”

“Of course I do,” Sweet Pea responded nonchalantly, although those words were very foreign to him. “I love you, (Y/N), you should know that.”

She smiled and leaned forward slightly. It took Sweet Pea a moment to realize she was trying to kiss him and met her halfway, pressing his lips against hers.

“I love you, too,” she said, her voice so soft that it was hard for anyone besides him to make out what she was saying.

Hearing the words come from her mouth made Sweet Pea smile uncontrollably. His heart was racing with happiness as he kissed (Y/N) again, never wanting to let her go.

“Aweeeee-ewwww,” Fangs said, making a fake gagging noise at the end of his sentence.

Sweet Pea glared at him before rising from his seat. “That’s it, Fangs, I’m gonna kill you.”

Fangs was up from his seat and running around the courtyard in seconds. The two girls laughed as Sweet Pea took off after him.

[cheeriecherry]

Can you write an hc where bakugou owns a coffee shop and the reader is like a daily costumer there, the rest is up to you! Also your writing is the best, ily mwa 😚

This is my first ever headcanon request pls be gentle TvT

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-Okay so you probably hear about the coffee shop from a friend

-The place is notorious for its good brews, but also for its...enthusiastic owner.

-You don’t fully believe your friend’s story when they tell you about the guy who yells and shouts and borderline scares customers but also who makes the best coffee on this side of the city.

-So you decide to check it out for yourself! You find yourself in the area one afternoon and figure what better time than today, when it’s dreary outside and a little bit chilly? A warm drink might cheer you up.

-It’s not very busy when you walk in, since most of the lunch crowd has already passed, but it’s definitely quieter than you thought it would be. There are two or three patrons sitting at the tables, either reading or doing schoolwork, and they all seem to be about your age.

-You’re startled when a gruff voice calls out to you, and your attention snaps to the coffee bar, where a spiky-haired blond man stands, looking impatient.

- “What do you want?” he asks bluntly, and it takes you a second to figure out he’s asking you what you want to drink, and not what are you doing in here.

-You fumble for a second, face heating up under his scrutiny, but eventually decide on a simple dark roast with foam on top. He narrows his eyes a bit, but gets to making your drink.

- “I would’ve pegged you as a ‘fancy caramel frappucino with oat milk and vegan whipped cream’ kind of person,” he says, while he waits for your coffee to brew. In the corner of your eye, you see all three of the patrons shift in their seats.

-”Well, I mean,” you stutter, “I wouldn’t say no to that. But you’ve gotta be in the right mood. Today’s more of a dark roast day.”

-He considers you for a second, gaze intense, but he doesn’t say anything else. When your coffee is brewed, he pours it into a travel cup and fixes it the way you’d requested, and sets it in front of you.

-You pay for your drink and offer him your quiet thanks, dropping a couple dollars in the tip jar on the counter, and when you walk out of the building, you miss the way his expression softens ever so slightly.

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-Your friends don’t believe you when you tell them about your calm interaction with the supposedly hot-headed owner of the shop. They tell you there hasn’t been a time when they haven’t heard him yelling.

- “Maybe you’re special,” one of them suggests, and you’re quick to get embarrassed and swat at them.

- “Not likely!” you say, “I probably just caught him on a good day.”

-Still, you make a point to drop in at the cafe again the next day, around the same time. It’s a little busier than your previous visit, with the end of the lunch rush still lingering around.

-Again, the blond seems to be the only person behind the counter, working diligently and effectively to prepare people’s orders. He’s not bad looking, you decide, not in the slightest, and you’ll be the first to admit that there’s something mesmerizing about the way he works.

- “Hey, space cadet.” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you glance at him with warm cheeks. “What do you want?”

-The line in front of you has dissipated, and you realize you’ve been standing in the same spot, staring, for several minutes. It’s a little embarrassing, but you hope he’ll just chalk it up to you having a off day.

- “Um,” you say, taking a glance outside, “I’ll have a chocolate latte. With an extra pump of espresso.”

- He narrows his eyes at you again before beginning to make your drink. You hadn’t seen him interact with many other people, but you were fairly certain he didn’t scrutinize their orders like he did with yours. Though you noticed he was undeniably calmer while he was making your drinks.

-Whether that had anything to do with you, you didn’t know.

-He sets your drink in front of you a few moments later, and you pay, leaving him with a tip and a quiet thank you.

-You once again miss the way his gaze trails after you as you walk out.

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-Before long, you find the coffee shop becoming part of your daily routine. You wake up later than most people, get a good portion of work done from home, then take a late lunch, which is usually when you’d stop in to get a drink.

-Over the weeks, you learn a little bit about your favourite barista. You’re shy around him for the first little while, barely mustering the voice to order your drink, but as you grow more accustomed to the routine you get a little bolder.

-You learn his name is Katsuki, but most people just call him Bakugou. You learn that he’s owned the business for about four years, having started it on a whim when his roommate suggested it. You also learn that he’s got a roommate, and that he’s apparently ‘the most annoying person and the physical embodiment of sunshine’ but also his best friend.

-He asks you a few questions in return, your name, what kind of work you do, simple things that aren’t invasive or impolite but that keep conversation going. Your friendship is still budding, but it’s growing steadily. He calls you out when you’re later than usual, and sometimes tries to guess what kind of drink you want, based on the weather (he gets it right about 50% of the time).

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-About two months into your daily visits, you have a bad day.

-And by bad day, you mean a Bad Day. The kind of day that has you stressed to hell and back, jittering in your own skin, and so restless you can barely get anything done. It makes you want to cry out of frustration. either that, or fully quit your job.

-As such, you’re so busy you don’t get to the coffee shop until late in the day, close to closing. Sure, you couldv’e skipped out on your warm drink for the day, but you didn’t want give up on your favourite parts of your routine just because you’re stressed.

-It’s almost dark out when you walk into the cafe, and Bakugou looks up from the counter when the bell above the door rings. His face softens slightly when he sees it’s just you, but a frown appears when he realizes what kind of state you’re in.

- “Long day?” he asks, leaning against the counter.

- “Something like that,” you sigh. “I need something with so much caffeine, I won’t sleep for six more hours.”

-He narrows his eyes at you and stares at you intensely, instead of getting started on your drink, and you stand there awkwardly while he silently judges you.

- “I think I’m gonna have to deny you on that one,” he finally says, and goes back to wiping the counter down.

-Your eyebrows raise in surprise, and you’re only a little taken aback. “Why?” you ask, “Are you out of beans or something?”

- “No,” he says, “But you look like shit. Maybe I’m going soft, but I think what you need is some sleep. That, or a new job.”

-You’d be more prone to argue if he wasn’t right. You sigh and droop, letting your exhaustion show clearly. “I’ll just have a chamomile lavender tea, then.”

-He gets to work quickly, and you lean against the counter to watch him. You’re both quiet, and it sits a little oddly with you. Though it hasn’t been that long of a time you’ve known him, you’ve gotten used to the idle conversation you share on a daily basis. You never see him talk with other customers like that, and maybe you’re being a little too hopeful, but you wonder if maybe he...feels something for you.

- “Damn, you really are out of it today.”

-You startle out of your thoughts, and your face feels like fire when you tune in on Bakugou’s face. He’s leant on the counter directly across from you, looking you directly in the eyes from about four inches away, two steaming mugs in between you.

- You skitter back a foot or two, apologizing profusely.

- “It’s fine,” he grumbles, taking one of the mugs in hand. “Come sit for a few minutes, though. I don’t feel right sending you out into the darkness when you’re this fucking oblivious.”

-You grab your own cup and hide a smile behind a sip, sighing when you sit down at one of the small round tables.

- “I think this is the first time I’ve sat down all day,” you tell him, when he takes a seat across from you. “Figuratively, of course. I work at a desk, so I’m technically always sitting.”

- The two of your nurse your drinks for nearly half an hour, talking about whatever you feel like, whatever comes to mind. You tell him about the project you’re working on, some shitshow that your boss demanded you take part in, despite it being out of your field of experience.

- “If I don’t do it well, I’ll literally lose my job. And I have no fucking idea what I’m doing, but when I ask people, they’re also clueless! The only person who has any kind of experience with stuff like this is my boss, and she’s refusing to take part in it. ‘Needs her seasonal vacations’ she says.” You grumble a little into your cup. “If I could pick one person to punch really hard...”

-A quiet laugh shakes you out of your reverie, and you glare at Bakugou halfheartedly. “It’s not funny,” you tell him, but he only laughs a little louder.

- “It is, though,” he replies. “You’re so different than what I expected.”

-You tilt your head to the side. “What do you mean?”

-You don’t miss the way his cheeks flush slightly, but you don’t say anything about it.

- “I just mean. Most of the pretty girls who come in here are either so vapid it’s painful, or they’re just here to twirl their hair and flirt with me. It’s fucking annoying.”

- You chastise him a little, telling him that not everyone is the same, to which he replies that he knows that and that It’s just the experience he has with coffee shop girls.

- “You think I’m different, though?” you wonder, setting your empty mug down.

-He averts his gaze ever so slightly, flush still evident on his cheeks. “And pretty.”

- A feeling of boldness consumes you, and you stand from your chair, walking around the small table to come to a stop in from of him. He stays seated, looking up at you and watching you carefully. 

- “I think you’re pretty, too,” you tell him, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, “and thank you for the tea.”

- His face resembles a tomato when you pull back, and by the time he snaps back into reality you’re already out the door. However, on a napkin on the table, you’ve left your name and phone number for him, and the sweet message of Let’s go out some time!

[redstarwriting]

I Love Her, Mr. Stark

Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Request: “hi! are your requests open? if yes, peter parker x avenger!reader pls? while battling the vulture, reader came in to help him, they defeated him but reader got injured (like stabbed or something) then peter realizes his feelings for her (like he loves her and doesn’t want to lose her) angsty but fluffy pls!!”

Word Count: 2,609

Genre: Fluff | Angst

Warnings: Swearing, bad injury, sad and panicking Peter Parker, Stabbing

A/N: After my brain decided to actually let me do things and make me not feel like a waste of space, I went off. I didn’t expect this one to be this long, but I feel really bad for not uploading anything recently. I feel like an extra long one was necessary. I’m going to try to actually start writing a lot again and not be lame, so yeah, hopefully that works out. I hope you enjoy this one and I just wanna say sorry for taking so long to post again. I feel really bad about it. (P.S. I threw a reference to the Spider-Man PS4 Game since I started to replay it recently, points to you if you know what it is)

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Adrian Toomes recently escaped from prison and was wreaking havoc again. Currently, he and Peter are having an aerial battle around the Freedom Tower. Peter is trying to web him and force him to become stuck to the antenna, but it’s proving to be a little more difficult than he had planned. Luckily for him, he has close friends who happen to be in New York who can help him. This close friend is you. And you show up at the perfect time, considering Peter is dangling from his “talons,” his webs connected to the edge of the Freedom Tower as he uses his superhuman strength to keep from being flown up even higher and then dropped.

“Hey, Itsy, need some help?” Your voice rings in Peter’s ear, and he instantly feels himself be let go as you land a direct “magic” hit on the Vulture. Your powers were similar to Wanda’s, but instead of being based off of the mind stone, your powers were based off of the space stone. Peter always found it crazy interesting, because similar to Wanda, you could control energy and shoot energy blasts basically, but he always called it magic. Seeing blue energy shoot out of his best friend’s hands was high-key classified as straight magic and he didn’t care what anyone else said. Sometimes it bothered you when he bragged about his “best friend’s” magic. But that’s only because of the tiny huge crush you had on the kid. “Wow, so glad NASA could make it to help little old me,” he says, quickly recovering and shooting webs at a caught off guard Vulture, managing to slow him down even more. “Oh please, NASA wishes they had me. So what’s the plan with this guy?”

“Easy. Disorient him enough that I can web him to this here antenna so he can’t move until a police helicopter comes and gets him. Oh, and maybe destroy his wings. That would be pretty useful.” “You got it, Spinderella,” you say, immediately flying up to the Vulture. You push him back with your powers, forcing him closer to the antenna and the top of the building in general. It proves to be a harder feat than you anticipate, mainly because he’s upgraded his armor to be able to withstand superhuman strength and abilities. After all, his suit is made from Chitauri technology. You grit your teeth in frustration, pushing him back with all your might, all the while dodging his attacks of Chitauri blasts coming from mini guns he somehow made into armbands. “Damn, old man really knows how to put up a fight,” you mumble under your breath, blasting him with a handful of cosmic energy. he shoots backwards, getting in just the right range for Peter to web him up, which he immediately starts to do. You quickly begin tearing apart his wings with your powers, but it’s another task that’s more difficult than you’d imagined it would be. Chitauri tech was not easy to pull apart, even with your power. Although it was hard, you were doing it slowly but surely. While he was distracted by his wings being completely destroyed, Peter was busy webbing his weapons and webbing him down. When he was completely webbed down, Peter started to help you immobilize him.

“How did this bird brain even escape from prison again?” you ask, pulling apart his one wing while Peter literally just pulls the other one off of his back. “Did you just call me a bird brain?”

“Yeah, she did just call you a bird brain. And now I’m gonna call the police and you’re gonna go right back to prison. But while you’re still here, how did you upgrade your wings?! Those things were so much stronger than last time did you find more Chitauri tech or-”

“Kid, if you don’t stop talking, I will get Schultz to pummel you.” Peter looks at you with his eyes as wide as they can go, and you laugh. “Calm down there, Spidey, you can take ‘The Shocker’ any day,” you tell him, pushing his shoulder. He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. The police should be up here pretty fast, so what do you say we go grab some food at Mick’s and send a bunch of pictures of burgers to Mr. Stark to annoy him?” You two begin walking away from Vulture towards the edge of the building. “That sounds great, especially that last part. Remember that time he literally blew the window up there because he got mad at us for constantly sending him cheeseburger pictures when he was in a business meeting and then immediately felt bad and paid for everyone’s meals and gave the owner of Mick’s like ten thousand dollars for repairs?”

“Yeah, that was terrifyingly hilarious.” Peter says as you start flying off of the side of the building. You turn to look at him and challenge him to a race when a sharp pain spreads through your abdomen. You look down to see one of the talons from Adrian’s boots has pierced your stomach. You slowly raise your head to look at Peter, who is looking directly at your stomach. You manage to whisper out Peter’s name before shock takes over, and you lose consciousness. This is really bad for you considering you were already hovering in the air. 1,776 feet in the air to be exact. Now? You’re plummeting towards the ground. “(Y/N)!” Peter screams, instantly diving after you. He manages to catch you in midair, swinging to a rooftop as far away from the crowd that gathered under the Freedom Tower. His mask disappears and he starts to panic even more than he already was. “Shit shit shit, (Y/N)? (Y/N) please wake up. (Y/N), wake up… shit please,” he has your head in his lap, and he notices his tears landing on your face. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck,” he starts swearing, his mask finding it’s way back onto his head. “Shit, Karen? Call Mr. Stark please like right now,” he frantically says. “Okay Peter, calling Tony right now,” Karen responds, and Peter immediately hears the ringing of Tony’s phone. After about two rings he hears Tony’s voice. “Hey, kid. I see you and (Y/N/N) are together and I swear if you two start spamming me with pictures of food I-”

“Mr. Stark! I need help like right now, please- oh my god- I don’t know what to-”

“Woah woah woah, kid, calm down. What happened? Are you okay?” “I”m fine! It’s (Y/N)! She’s hurt, Vulture stabbed her with something a-and now she… she isn’t conscious and I just- please hurry up Mr. Stark, I’m scared! She isn’t waking up!” Peter is full on sobbing at this point and definitely panicking even more than he was before. “Okay, Peter just stay where you are. I’m coming to both of you right now,” Tony tells him, and Peter musters out an ‘okay’ before the phone call ends.

Although Tony got there in around three minutes, it felt like 3 days to Peter. He just kept looking at your pale face and thinking about everything you two have ever done together. It ranged from fighting together, then to pranking all the other avengers, then to just hanging out and playing video games or eating, until he started thinking about the little things you did. Like how your head would fly back when he’d say something funny or how your eyes would light up when you saw your favorite food. Or how you always knew how to make him feel better, whether it was you being physically there to support him or just a quick text telling him that you believe in him. He even starts thinking about the dumb little nicknames you constantly come up with. Then he thinks about what he would do if he actually lost you, and started to freak out even more than he was already. He couldn’t lose you. You were his best friend… or did he feel more than that? The thought of losing you just made his heart shatter into a million pieces. He always knew he loved you and you loved him, but he thought it was a platonic love. But was it? His mind was goin a mile a minute, and he was only pulled out of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Iron Man himself. “Mr. Stark-”

“Look, I have a lot of questions that you’re going to answer but right now we need to get her to the tower. One of Banner’s friends is in town, she’ll know how to fix this,” With that, Tony picks your unconscious body off the ground and takes off. Peter begins webbing after him, keeping his eye on you the whole time. Well when he can see you through his tears, that is.  When you all arrive at the tower, Tony takes you straight to the lab where Helen Cho is. She takes one look at you and immediately goes into doctor mode. “Do you think you can help her?”

“I can, but it will take a while. We don’t have time to talk about it though, give me her and I’ll do what I can,” she responds as Tony lays you down on a makeshift operating table, leaving the room for Helen to do her work. He walks outside to see a very distraught Peter sitting on the edge of the building with his head in his hands. Tony walks over, sitting next to him. “This is all my fault, Mr. Stark,” Peter says in a small voice, fresh tears finding their way down his cheeks. “No, kid. Shit happens. I just would like to know what exactly this shit that happened was,” Tony says, glancing over to him. Peter manages to tell him the whole story of what happened through tears, how you two defeated… well thought you defeated Vulture. But he upgraded his suit, and his talons could be shot out at things if he was ever in a dire situation. “I should’ve webbed down his legs, but I was too focused on his wings. I thought he wouldn’t be able to do anything if his wings were down and I was completely wrong and now (Y/N)’s hurt and she might die and it’s all my fault and I’m the worst hero ever and-”

“Peter. Mistakes happen. She’s going to be okay, Helen Cho is very gifted. I know you’re worried because she’s your friend but-”

“I love her,” Peter blurts out, and Tony raises an eyebrow at him. “I… I really love her, Mr. Stark. I can’t lose her,” he says, his voice breaking signifying a new wave of sobs rushing over his body. Tony puts his hand on Peter’s back, trying to comfort him. “It’ll be okay, kid,” Tony tries to stay positive, but he’s definitely worried. He’s never seen Peter like this, and he honestly hates seeing him this broken down. “It’s probably going to take a while for Dr. Cho to fix her up. Why don’t you come inside and try to get some sleep? After all of this you have to be exhausted. Not only did you finish fighting a bad guy an hour ago, but you also had school today and probably just cried your body weight and mine. I think going to bed early would be a good idea,” Tony suggests. Peter only nods, but stands up, walking inside the tower. Tony goes after him and watches as Peter walks to the couch in the living room area, promptly plopping himself down onto it and curling into a ball. Tony goes and gets him a blanket and a pillow, draping the blanket over him and wiggling the pillow under his head. “Get some sleep, Peter. I’m sure when you wake up she’ll be okay.”

Peter hears Tony walk away, but he doesn’t say anything or move. He just stares at the back of the couch, curled up under a blanket in his spider suit as silent tears escape his eyes and millions of thoughts running through his head. This is the exact position he falls asleep in, waking up the next day at around nine in the morning. He’s confused as to where he is for a moment, but then he remembers what happened yesterday, and he immediately feels his stomach start to twist in knots. He throws the blanket off of him, standing up to see Steve sitting in a chair, reading the news. He glances up, his eyes landing on a very disheveled Peter Parker, but Tony let all of the Avengers know what happened. They all were kept updated on the situation, and around two hours ago, Helen finished the procedure on you and you were recovering. “Hey, Queens. I’d go to the lab if I were you.”

Peter began making his way there without hesitation. The minute he walked in he saw you lying there, still sleeping. Tony was standing next to you, and he looked up when he heard Peter walk in the room. “Hey, kid. So good news, she’s okay. She’s going to be okay, Dr. Cho literally saved her life, and she’s just recovering right now.” Those words made Peter feel relieved immediately, and he basically tackles Tony in a hug, which Tony actually returns. “Thank you, Mr. Stark.”

“Don’t thank me, thank Dr. Cho. I mean, thank her when she’s awake. She worked on (Y/N) for ten hours straight. She’s getting some well-deserved rest.”

After Peter breaks away from the hug, Tony pats his shoulder before walking out of the room. Peter walks over to where you’re laying, and he takes a deep breath. You’re still asleep, so he just pulls a chair up next to you, sitting down in it. He grabs your hand, grazing over it with his thumb before sighing. He knows you’re asleep, but he really just needs to apologize for everything. And to tell you how he really feels. Especially since you’re asleep. That way he won’t embarrass himself. “I’m really sorry, (Y/N). I should have seen that coming… I was so scared. Like, it felt like I was watching Uncle Ben all over again and I… just the thought of losing you hurts. I can’t deal with that. The idea of waking up one day without a text from you calling me ‘Spider Face’ or ‘Daddy Long Legs’ or some other demented nickname you can think up in that weird brain of yours just… it sucks. I don’t want that to ever happen. I need you, (Y/N). I really do. I never realized it before, but I really do love you. And not in a platonic way. Definitely not in a platonic way.”

“Took you long enough.” He freezes when he hears your whispery, weak voice. “You’re awake?!” You laugh at his horrified expression due to his confession that he thought you didn’t hear. “Don’t look so scared, Aragog. I feel the same way about you.” “…You do?”

“Yes, dummy. Of course, I do.”

“Oh… well in that case, when you get better, how about we make that Mick’s run I mentioned yesterday a date…? Maybe…?” You smile at his sheepish expression, weakly nodding your head. “I’d like that.” From that moment on, Peter was far more protective of you not only in fights, but just in general. He almost lost you once, and now he was determined to never even let you get a scratch on your body. He loved you far too much for that.

[michaelneedssomefics]

Haloween

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: Smut, cursing, tiny bit of angst.

A/N: This is the first fic I've ever written, so please leave your opinion! Also you're more than welcome to send asks and requests :) I kinda want to try head cannons aswell.

You and Peter have been dating for the past couple of months, and you've went as far as sex before, both of you took each other's virginity and kept the sex pretty much vanilla.

It's October and Halloween parties are happening almost every night, both you and Peter knew about them and were invited to them, but Peter isn't really into the whole "partiying" idea and you'd rather spend the night with him if you were already free.

You were shopping for your costume for the Halloween dance when your eye suddenly cought a bright red on one of the racks. You walked towards it and saw it was a Victoria Secret angel costume. It had red stockings, attached to a full body red silk lingerie, a matching robe and white wings. 'Why not just try it on?' You thought to yourself. You took your size and went to the dressing room, tried it on (boy was it hard to get everything into the right holes) you looked at yourself in the mirror and damn you looked stunning. Your boobs were so complemented by this outfit, same goes for your ass. The robe ended barely after your ass, not really trying to hide it.

You would never even think about going like this out in public though, let alone a school dance. But then this idea popped in your head... you've been seeing these youtube videos of girls pranking their boyfriends, wearing scandalous costumes and telling them they’re heading out to a party, to see their boyfriends reaction. A smirk appeared on your face at the thought. You took the costume off, went ahead and paid for it and headed back to you place, too excited about the idea to wait.

When you got home you texted Peter, 'Hey, wanna see u, come over pls? xx'. A few minutes later you heard your phone ping, and saw a message from Peter saying 'sure angel, I'll be there in about 10'. You giggled at the irony of the nickname. 'Oh I'll show you angel' you thought.

After Peter arrived you two watched a horror movie, cuddling each other with a blanket wrapped around the both of you. You both didn't really watch the movie, more talking with each other, and you subtly changed the subject to Halloween, to try and bring up the party subject. "Oh, I was invited to this party tonight and I think I'm gonna go, do you want to come with me?" You asked him, knowing he's not into the whole party idea. "No, I don't really want to, but you have fun". Goody goody.

It was now around 6pm so you excused yourself, saying you need to go get ready. Peter followed you to you bedroom, and laid on the bed, scrolling through his phone while talking with you through your attached bathroom while you were styling your hair and doing your make up. You decided to go with simple waves, leaving your hair down. You did some of your make up as light as you could, so the attention would be all on the outfit. You closed the bathroom door so Peter won't see the outfit before it's on you, the action making him a bit confused since it's nothing he hasn't seen before, but he pushed the thought away, thinking nothing of it.

You were standing in front of the mirror with the full outfit, wings and everything, the robe closed. 'Pete would know I would never go out with something like this' you thought. 'Well, there goes nothing' . You open the bathroom door, walking casually to the full length mirror, as if everything is normal.

Peter was just... staring. 'Wtf?' He thought. Is this really what you're gonna wear to the party? You went over to your shoe rack, picking black high heels. You went over to sit next to peter on the end of the bed, putting on your shoes.

Peter was immediately standing, looking at you suspiciously. You put on the most innocent face you could, looking at him through your eyelashes, "What's wrong?" You asked. He open and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say. Is this ok of him to not want you to go out like this? Since when do you even go out like this? Let alone buy outfits like that one? "You're... you're pranking me or something right? You'd never go out like this". Shit. You knew he knows you too well. "What do you mean 'like this'?" You tried to sound irritated. "I, I mean wearing next to nothing. Are you really going to a party wearing lingerie??" He said in disbelief. Were you really that oblivious? " uh, yea. I'm a Victoria Secret angel, it's the outfit." You said bluntly.

Peter shook his head. "You're, you're not going like that! Are your parents really allowing this??". "My parents are out of town until tomorrow night, they don't need to worry about what I'm wearing. What, were you gonna nark on me or something? Who are you to decide what I wear and to where I wear it?" You said, both of you knew your parents would never allow this, putting aside the fact you would never go out like this. "(Y/N), just thinking about all the guys that would stare at you makes me worried sick! What if one of them tries touching you? I'm not letting that happen!" He says. "Then come with me if you're so worried about a guy staring!" You said, knowing fully well how he hates parties. "No, you know I'm uncomfortable with going to these kind of things (Y/N)" he says quietly. "Then it's your problem, not mine." You copy his tone. "(Y/N) how could you possibly think going out in fucking underwear to a party is ok?!" He half yells, "it's the same as going to the beach in a bathing suit Peter! Besides, I'm wearing a robe, no one will see anything!". "Come on a napkin would cover more then that robe! (Y/N) don't you get me?? I'm gonna be worried to death if you go out like this! No way am I letting any guy a chance to eye fuck you and those fuckers might do more than just looking at you!" He was yelling a lot at this point, and you've never seen Peter this angry and frustrated, and this would also technically be your first big fight, so you decided to stop before things get out of hand.

"Okay okay babe, I was just messing around, I'm not really going anywhere, no one's going to eye fuck me". You said calmly, cupping his cheeks with your hands and looking into his eyes trying to get him to relax. You could see Peter's disbelief at first, eyebrows shooting up, lips lightly parted, and a second later his eyebrows furrowed, his jaw clenched. "Pete-" he didnt let you finish, crashing his lips on yours, kissing you roughly, you gasped in surprise which gave him the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, you kissing him back immediately after, you tongues fighting for dominance, you lost.

After a few minutes of one of the most passionate kisses you've shared with Peter, you both parted in need of air but peter quickly took off his shirt, then your whole outfit at the same speed, almost ripping your costume in the process, leaving you in nothing.

He picked you up and threw you on the bed, his eyes were so dark, and all you could do was stare at his bare abdomen, never failing to mesmorise you, but your focus was brought back to Peter's eyes as he started talking, "no one gets to see you wearing something like that other than me." He said while taking off his pants, leaving himself in nothing but boxers who left nothing to the imagination, his cock strained against the fabric. You felt yourself getting wet, he was so sexy when he was angry with you. You crawled towards him slowly, reaching up to rub his length through the boxers, pulling out a groan from him.

"Yes, right, no one gets to see me like this other than you baby. Let me make it up to you, make you feel real good", you said, slowly taking off his boxers. Finally, he steps out of his boxers, leaving you face to face with his fully erect cock, his tip a red as angry as he was, a tiny bit of pre cum leaking. You kissed the base, lightly biting and then soothing with your tongue. You then licked excruciatingly slow from the base to the tip, Peter moaning, you start sucking hus tip, each time you bring in you mouth more and more, swirling your tongue around. "Fuck" Peter says breathlessly. He reaches up to your hair, tugging it making you moan, the vibration sending more pleasure to him. You stop your movements suddenly, his cock still halfway inside you mouth, looking up at him, blinking innocently. He's confused at first, then realizing what you're implying he hold your head in place with both of his hands, and slowly starts thrusting into your mouth. He then speeds up, thrusting a little deeper, his head thrown back, moans and curses coming out of his mouth. "Fuck, feels so good, you're never going out like that, fuck, that ass is mine" you hum in agreement, the vibration almost sending him over the edge so he pulls out immediately, a string a saliva hanging from his tip to your tongue.

"Please tell me you're on the pill". He says, pushing you on your back, starting to circle your clit with his thumb while leaning over you with his other arm, "yes, yes, I am, shit" you moan, "good because I wanna cum inside you". He kisses you roughly, spreading your lips with his fingers, "you're so wet, just for me, tell me, would anyone else be able to get you this wet by just sucking their dick?" He asks, kissing your jaw, then your neck right where your sweet spot is. "N-no pete only y-you make me feel like this" you choke out, moaning so loud, you just want him inside you already. "That's right, only I can." He says suddenly flipping you on your stomach making you squeal. He grabs your hips pulling you up, kneading your ass with one hand and the other guiding his cock to your entrance. He slowly fills you up, both of you moaning loudly. Once he's fully in he let's you stretch out a bit, leaning over leaving marks on your shoulders.

Once you're stretched enough you wiggle your ass a bit, looking at him over your shoulder, saying seductively, "please, fuck me". And that's it for him. He pulls almost all the way out, thrusting back in quickly, he kept going like that, making you moan so loud you grabbed a pillow and buried you face in it to muffle your moans. After a while he snakes an arm around your waist pulling you up so his chest is to your back, while still thrusting faster and deeper he circles your clit with his other hands' finger, and you were screaming his name. "fuck (Y/N), gonna cum, gonna cum in that tight pussy, because it's mine, no one else's. Cum with me babe, come on". And that was it, your eyes rolling so far you saw stars, you were tightening around his cock, making him cum too, his thrusts sloppy as you both road out your highs, and you felt his cum dripping down your thighs.

He pulled out, you dropped on your stomach, breathless, and turned on your back to see peter walking over to the bathroom, coming back with a warm cloth, he gently cleaned you up, then him self, then threw the cloth on the floor and plopped down beside you on his back, and you snuggled up to him, his arm pulling you closer by your waist.

Damn. Peter has a whole other side of him you need to explore.

"You didn't... you wouldn't..." Peter tried to say, not finding the right words, "no Pete, I wouldn't, only you get to see these parts of me.", you said and he chuckled lightly, kissing your temple and pulling you closer, both of you exhausted, falling asleep almost immediately wrapped in each other's arms.

[twdeadlysins]

Please Don’t Go

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 3,199

Summary: Daryl and the reader are on their routine supply run, but unlike all the other times they have an unexpected guest. 

Request: Requested by @leej2468 -> 92.“What the hell were you thinking?!” 91. “I’m never letting you go.” 100. “I won’t lose you too.” - The reader (M/F) and Daryl are on a run to get supplies. Something goes wrong and the reader takes a bullet for Daryl and the shooter splits. The reader is bleeding out and Daryl shouts #92. They say people always do crazy things when their in love. Basically admitting their feeling for him. He tells them his already lost his brother #100. He gets them back to the prison and Hershel tries his best to help the reader. The reader manages to live and Daryl holds them close and says #91. — I hope you like it! Thank you so much for the request!

Warnings: season 2 spoiler, mention of character death, fluff, angst, the usual walking dead violence, language, blood, and such with possible typos

Author’s Note: Another Daryl one-shot in the books, hella ya! I hope @leej2468 and everyone else who reads this likes it!! I have plenty more requests where that came from!

If you want to be tagged/removed for my Daryl Dixon fics, then don’t hesitate to send me an ask, message, or leave a comment! The same goes for any other fics! I’m in no way, shape, or form a writer, so um don’t attack pls. Any feedback is much appreciated! Thank you and I hope you enjoy!

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners.

MASTERLIST // DARYL DIXON MASTERLIST

The rapid wind made your hair flow as you rode with Daryl on his bike, tapping a rhythm on his chest and probably annoying him in the process, but he showed no sign of stopping you. The group had settled into the prison not that long ago and were in desperate need of supplies especially baby formula. Judith had came into the world while Lori left it and it took a toll on everyone, some more than others. You were known to have a bubbly personality, someone always in high spirits, outgoing and an all around fun person who made lots of jokes, so when Lori died, you did your best to bring good vibes and cheer everyone up. Cooked, cleaned, read, played games, anything to help… Rick even yelled at you for being so happy in a time like that. 

He was grieving, so you did your best not to take it to heart, but it still stung a little. You were saddened by Lori’s death, she was one of the first people you had gotten to know when you came to the quarry, but you didn’t want to bury yourself in your cell… she wouldn’t want that and neither did you. Other than Lori, you were close with Rick, despite him lashing out at you, the whole Greene family including Glenn, and Daryl… the one you loved in a different way. 

Daryl and you were close, very close. Your personalities clashed at first since he closed himself off, never letting anyone get too close where as you welcomed it. It wasn’t until you all had arrived at the C.D.C that you and the hunter’s relationship took a turn for the better. Everyone was having a joyous time, dining together and drinking, and so when it was time to go to bed, you and Daryl had other plans. You talked and talked for hours, drunk off your asses, laughing and having a great time, just getting to know each other more. After that, he was more comfortable with you and even sparked up conversations first which made your heart swell. You both were in a comfortable place and you didn’t want to disturb it or even lose him if you admitted your feelings. Since that day, you two have been inseparable since, tied to each others hip and paired with one another every time like this run you were on. 

Daryl slowly pulled up to a vast grocery store containing all the items you needed to tie you guys over for a while. You swung your leg off the bike and grabbed two bags, handing one to the archer as he stood up and picked up his crossbow to secure it over his shoulder. When you entered the store, you parted ways to cover more ground and get the supplies you needed so you could get out quicker. As you were walking down the chip aisle, you were met with a walker who was staring intensely at a bag of chips and it made you giggle. “What?” you teased, wielding out your hunting knife and holding it out in a questionable manner. “Want some chips?” 

The walker swung in the direction you were at and groaned, stumbling over to you as if it were drunk. When it got in arms length of you, you kicked it in the torso and shook your head as it fell to the ground. It got up and growled louder, charging for you, so you grabbed its neck and held it there. “Can ya stop teasin’ the damn thing ‘n kill it?” 

You smirked looking to the side to see Daryl in the corner of your eye as you plunged your knife into its skull before it dropped with a thud. “What? I can’t have a lil fun?” you quipped, turning to grab your favorite chips off the shelf. Daryl strode over to you and bumped your shoulder when he stood next to you, watching as you plopped a couple in your mouth. You took a few more and held them to his mouth, gesturing him to open wide. He complied and you carefully shoved them in before lightly patting your palm under his chin with a grin. “M’thanks,” he said as he chewed. 

You smiled as you nodded, rolling up the chips so you could stuff it in your bag to take with you. “Alright,” you said as you put your finger in your mouth to get anything that was stuck on or in your teeth. “I won’t get distracted, promise.” You crossed your heart and Daryl gave you a look, wanting you to say more, making you roll your eyes. “And that also includes not teasing the creeps or eating everything I find.” Daryl smirked and nodded, satisfied with your answer and walked past you, but not before he grabbed the back of your head to kiss the top of it. You smiled and looked over your shoulder as he went down the aisle, feeling the butterflies in your stomach go berserk. ‘Y/N, you’re getting distracted… something you promised you wouldn’t do.’ 

Your mind was right, you needed to focus and grab the shit you needed to bolt out of there. Judith needed formula bad and there was no time for drooling over food… or Dixon. It had been at least thirty minutes of seeking out the goods you needed and you even snagged a miniature bag of peanuts to snack on while you went to look for your partner in crime. You softly hummed a tune to yourself and threw your head back to chew on more peanuts before seeing Daryl’s figure through the shelves. The bag of items you gathered were draped over your shoulder and you were casually rummaging through your snack, snatching as many as you could. “Hey, Dare, what’d you find…” 

You instantly tossed the bag of nuts, dropped your grocery bag and whipped out your pistol in a blink of an eye, glaring at a mysterious man who was aiming a gun of his own at Daryl. “Woah, there buddy, what’s goin’ on here?” you questioned, scanning his figure, reading his body language before taking a peek at Daryl. He had his hands at his sides in a semi casual stance, but you could see a hint of tension in his toned muscles. His crossbow was across the floor where the guy stood, it was obvious he instructed Daryl to slide his weapon over. 

“Drop the weapon, lady. I don’ wanna shot no one, but I will,” he said in a wavering voice, looking between you and Daryl as if you’d make a sudden move, he was clearly nervous. 

“I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t do that,” you solemnly replied, earning a scolded look from the hunter. You knew before you even answered the man that Daryl wouldn’t approve, he would want you to abide and you’d both figure a way out of it, but you couldn’t do that… you wouldn’t. Your choice in the matter changed in a second once he cocked his gun, ready to shoot at Daryl. “Okay! Fine! You win, I’m puttin’ it down,” you shouted, slowly bending down and placing your gun on the cold tiled floor, not caring if it was a bluff, you weren’t about to take that chance. He motioned with his head for you to kick it over to him, so you scooted it with the side of your foot next to the archer’s bow. 

“Go stand next to your boyfriend,” he demanded, gaining more confidence since he was in total control of the situation, but it was all a mask. He was a coward, but you needed to boost him, remind him of his authority in the situation. Daryl was in fact, not your boyfriend, but you two knew better than to correct him. You quickly stepped over to Daryl and he instinctively pushed you behind him and grabbed onto your hand tightly making it almost go numb. “You’re in control, so what now?” you spoke up as you watched the man stare at the two of you, not knowing what to do. 

“I’m goin’ get what I came here for, so don’t try nothin’” he responded, going to the shelf behind him and dumping cans in his bag while occasionally looking over his shoulder at you and Daryl with caution. You squeezed your protector’s shoulder with your other hand that wasn’t being smothered by his and placed your cheek against his upper arm, watching the man clear the shelves. Daryl’s orbs flickered between his crossbow and the man, and you lightly shook your head once he looked at you thinking it wasn’t a good idea. He let go of your hand anyways, so you loosened your grasp on him as he stealthed his way to the weapons on the ground while the man was occupied. You eyed the man, hoping he didn’t glimpse over in your direction, but sure enough he peered over and his eyes widened, making yours do the same. He reached for his gun and you shouted, running towards Daryl and shoving him out the way before feeling a piercing pain in your abdomen as you stood in place of the archer.

Daryl had fallen on his side and removed his arms from his face that he covered out of instinct, and stared at your stomach with shock. The man glanced at the gun in his hand, traumatized of what he had done and bolted towards the exit. Daryl was brought out of his trace and reached for your discarded pistol, firing a couple shots at the man who had just shot you three times, but the archer missed every single one of them. You dropped to your knees, tears streaming down your face, clutching your stomach with your mouth agape as Daryl slid his knees across the tile to get to you. 

Blood was pouring out of you at an alarming rate, staining your white t-shirt as you laid on the cold floor, making you lightly chuckle. “Bad time… to wear… white, huh?” you joked, struggling to breathe and it made Daryl’s brow crease together as he tried to stop the bleeding. “Yer makin’ jokes at a time like this?! What the hell were ya thinkin’?!” he yelled, voice cracking as his hands were slipping, coated in your blood. 

“I… I was thinking…” you said before trying to shallow, groaning at the pain it caused to do such a simple task. “He had a… a gun aimed at the… person I love most in the world… and people… people do crazy things when they’re in love… Daryl… Dixon,” you mustered up a closed lipped smile, slowly raising your shaky red hand to caress his cheek. Daryl instantly covered your hands with his and shut his eyes, bowing his head as he cried.  

“I’ve already lost my brother… I can’t lose ya too, Y/N.” Daryl whimpered before sniffing and rubbing his nose, trying his best to suck his emotions back in for your sake. He began stuffing your pistol in the back waistband of his jeans and slung his crossbow along with the filled grocery bags over his shoulders. He picked you up bridal style and kicked the store door, breaking the glass and striding through it to get to his motorcycle. You wanted to fight him, to tell him there was no point in trying to save you, you were most likely going to die within the next few minutes due to blood loss, but you didn’t want to waste the last of your energy to argue. Besides, Daryl’s a stubborn man and you knew you couldn’t talk him into doing such a thing, he wouldn’t let you. 

Daryl carefully seated you down on his bike, your back facing the handlebars. “I know it hurts, but try ta sit up for me,” he said before he hurriedly secured the bags and his crossbow at the back. The scorching sun was beating down on your pale, clammy face as you leaned against the bars, holding your wounds tightly as you waited for Daryl. He hopped on the bike and carefully, but quickly scooted you flush against him so your chests were touching and your thighs were on top of his. The hunter revved the two wheeled vehicle and took off wasting no time in getting you back to the prison. While still clutching your stomach, you lazily wrapped your free hand around his torso and rested your head on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck and smirked as the air cooled your sweaty skin. You withdrew your arm from around his torso and brought your hand up to settle on his neck, rubbing circles around it. “If… I die-” 

“Nah, don’ say that,” Daryl interjected before you could finish your sentence and you shakily lifted your head to peer at him. He quickly looked at you with watery eyes that were mournful and his lip quivered, but he suppressed it as he tore his crystal blue off of you to focus back on the road. 

“If. I. Die…” you emphasized, earning Daryl to sorrowfully close his eyes at the thought before staring at the road again. “This is what I would want as I did… to be in your arms… riding on your… bike, feelin’ the breeze on… my… skin,” you chuckled and this time you didn’t feel any pain at the action, just peace. “I… love you… Daryl.”

“I love ya too, Y/N.” Daryl kissed the top of your head and rested his chin on your head, getting closer to the prison, just a couple more minutes and you’d be there. The hunter’s heart dropped when your gripped loosened from his neck and dropped in your lap, he glanced down and saw that your eyes were closed and you were limp, the color of your skin drained. “Please don’ go!” He desperately shouted before he called your name and shook you, swerving slightly as he did, trying to multitask, but you wouldn’t budge. Once the prison came into view, he screamed at the top of his lungs for someone to open the damn gate and didn’t show no sign of stopping if no one did. Carol bolted inside the prison while Rick and Carl scurried their way to the gate doors, opening them just in time for Daryl to barrel through and drive up the grass to get close to the prison doors. 

Daryl swung your arms around his neck and lifted you up by thighs, holding them by his waist, keeping you close to his chest as your head lolled underneath his chin. Carol and Hershel rushed out the door and met Daryl at the top of the stairs. “What in the hell happened?” 

“Some asshole held me at gunpoint! He tried shootin’ me, but ended up shootin’ Y/N since she pushed me outta the way, jus’ save her!” Daryl yelled in a panic as they all sped into the prison. Glenn, Maggie, and Beth, who was holding Judith, were all standing up due to the commotion. Maggie gasped and covered her mouth as tears flowed and Glenn brought her to his chest. “Maggie, I know, but I need ya to help me, hun,” her father said, making her nod and quickly go aid him. 

Carol and Rick brought one of the morgue trays they had at the prison and placed it in one of the empty cells. Daryl gently placed you on the metal table before Hershel checked your pulse and the hunter stared at him, scared that his expression would morph into what Daryl refused to accept. “Her pulse is faint, but it’s there. I need everyone out except Maggie and Carol,” the doctor instructed before listing off things he needed to Maggie who then left to get the supplies. 

“Nah, I ain’t leavin’ her doc,” Daryl said as he held your hand, but Hershel shook his head and apologized, stating he needed the room, but that he’d give updates on your condition throughout. Daryl stood there not wanting to leave you and any other time he would fight it, but you needed to be operated on stat. The archer rubbed your hand with his thumb before he placed his hand on your head, stroking your hair as he gave a lingering kiss on your forehead. 

After hours and hours of constantly chewing his thumb, tapping his foot, and pacing throughout the common area of the prison, Maggie slowly walked out of the hallway that led to the cells. Daryl’s head snapped up and once he saw the brunette smile through her tears and nod, he smiled as well, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. He looked back behind her, asking with his eyes if he could go back and see you to which Maggie stepped to the side, gesturing him to go on ahead. Daryl peered over at Rick and the southern smiled ushering him to go, but Daryl gave Maggie a hug and thanked her before he did.

Daryl peeked into the room, standing outside the door and leaning against the door frame. Hershel was checking your heartbeat and blood pressure while Carol tucked you in the bed they moved you in. Daryl’s orbs gawked at the floor and table; blood littered them both, tools were scattered on the metal table, and bandages and towels were across the floor. Carol gave Daryl an empathetic smile before following where his eyes were. “I’ll clean it up, even find a rug and put it in here to cover the stains,” she said, making the hunter tear his eyes off of the horror and nod at her idea. After Carol cleaned up a bit and Hershel informed Daryl on your condition, he was left alone to be with you.  

Two weeks had gone by and you were finally able to permanently get out of that god forsaken bed on Hershel’s orders, the prison actually felt more like a prison than a home at that point. The sun was setting and you had stepped outside down to the gate that opened into the front yard of the prison all by yourself. Daryl would take you on ten minute walks around the prison, but to finally be outside and get some fresh air felt amazing. You had your arm at your side while the other was on top of your bandaged stomach, looking out over the trees where yellows and oranges with a mix of reds filled the sky. 

A pair of strong arms wrapped around you, just under your breasts and you giggled when you felt scruff tickle your neck, and went to place your hands on top of his forearms. He settled his chin on your shoulder and you turned to see the man you loved staring back at you with adoration. “Well, hello there to you too,” you cheekily said, pecking his nose, making his eyes flutter shut as he hummed in content. Daryl hooked his finger under your chin and gingerly kissed your lips before repeating what he reminded you everyday since you got shot.

 “I’m never lettin’ ya go.” 

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MASTERLIST //  DARYL DIXON MASTERLIST

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[anothers-trash-my-treasure]

Pushing The Limits.

Welcome Back!

This is for the anon who requested Elliot with a Daddy Kink. Idek where this came from, I’ve never written something like this before but I’m low-key obsessed with it. Enjoy the pure sin!

Pairing: Elliot Alderson x Reader

Warnings: smut Smut SMut SMUt SMUT! Unprotected sex (use protection pls), name-calling, low key humiliation kink, choking, rougher sex. obvs daddy kink

Word count: 2550 (EXACTLY, this makes me so happy lol)

Please don’t hesitate to send me prompts or asks!

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*Gif is not mine*

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It had started with a simple text message.

Come over after? Miss you.

Very simple and straight to the point. Iconic Elliot. I smiled, deciding I wanted to rile him up a bit.

I’m off in a half hour. Miss you too, daddy ;)

I bit my bottom lip nervously before clicking send. Last time I had attempted to initiate sexting he had firmly said no, and that was the end of it. We had spent the night watching old movies instead. It’s a risky move to send a message like that, but I figure if he misses me enough he’ll act on his anger instead.

You just love to piss me off, don’t you?

I smirk at his response because at least I got one. And that tells me, he really does miss me enough to put up with my shit.

Love it just as much as you like to punish me for it.

I’m pushing my luck and I know it. But god, I can’t help it. It’s just so fun when Elliot gets riled up and in the right mood. My shift ends and I begin my trek to his apartment. I climb the stairs as fast as I can, stopping briefly to catch my breath when I reach his floor. I knock on the door lightly before trying the handle; It’s open.

“El?” I call out as I close the door behind me.

He mumbled a response and I round the corner, seeing him sitting on the end of his bed. His hoodie is pulled up over his head and a freshly rolled joint hangs from his lips. He shakes as head at me as he pulls the joint away from his mouth, exhaling a mouthful of smoke. He stares at me with unblinking eyes and I know what kind of game he wants to play.

“Am I in trouble?” I ask innocently, folding my hands in front of my body.

“What do you think?” He asks, a harsh tone to his voice as he takes another hit, “Come.” He gestures to the floor at his feet. I do what he says, he doesn’t look like he’s in the mood for me to bratty just yet. Once I’m kneeling on the floor in between his feet, I look up at him, awaiting my next instruction.  He takes my chin in his hand roughly, forcing me to look at him.

“You know how I feel about this kind of shit.” He says firmly, thumb dragging across my bottom lip, “But it doesn’t look like a simple ‘no’ will stop you so,” He brings the joint up to his lips again, taking a deep drag and holding it before letting it go, “Looks like I’ll have to punish you, instead.” I let out a shuddered breath as excitement boils in my stomach. It’s been a while since daddy came out to play.

“Here are the rules.” He says darkly, “You don’t cum until I tell you.” That alone hits me like a freight train in between my legs, I’m fairly certain I could cum just hearing him talk like this, “You say red if anything gets to be too much. The rest will be discussed as we continue. As for now,” He pauses, giving me a chance to object to anything while leaning back to put the joint on the bed-side table. He glances down at his lap, “You know what to do.”

I waste no time, standing up on my knees and getting to work on his belt buckle. I work on the button and zipper of his signature black jeans before tugging them around his ankles along with his boxers. My mouth waters as I watch him spring out of the confines. I love his cock, the way it stands so proud against the black fabric of his sweater. I reach out a grab it tentatively and revel in the soft gasp he lets leave his lips. He watches me with intense eyes, leaning back on one hand as I spit in my hand before pumping it up and down his shaft, never breaking eye contact. He is not having this.

“No,” he hisses, “I want your fucking mouth.” He says as he buries his other hand in my hair and shoves his cock into my awaiting mouth. I moan around it, loving the sharp zaps of pain running through my scalp as he manoeuvres me how he pleases. “Was that so fucking hard?” He growls at me.

I look up at him with wide, innocent eyes that I know he loves as my mouth is dragged up and down his cock. All the while he’s moving my head, my tongue is rolling along the underside. His eyes are half-lidded, his breathing laboured as he uses me. I love it.

He starts to thrust his hips up slightly, hand gripping my hair tighter, “Take it all, slut.” He grunts, forcing me to take his right to the base, past my gag reflex. I can feel him at the back of my throat and body instinctively tries to swallow. His eyes roll back as my throat constricts around him.

“Fuck, baby girl. Look at you,” he moans, “taking my cock like a fucking champ.” He pulls out briefly, rubbing the tips against my parted lips, “what are you?”

I suck on the head, slurping sloppily because I know he loves that, “I’m your cock slut, daddy.” I say, my voice already raspy. He growls at my response.

“Yes, my beautiful little cock slut.” he moans, pushing past my lips again before starting to steadily fuck my throat. I can tell he’s getting close, his trusts getting sloppy, head thrown back and mouth open wide. I love knowing that I’m the one who makes him feel this way. It’s my mouth who makes him lose his mind. He shoves in deep again, holding there for a few seconds. A shudder racks his body and he moans loudly. He pulls my head away, breathing heavily, “fuck, too close..” he moans.

All I can think, at this moment is how badly I want his cum shooting down my throat. I whine, “Daddy, please give me your cum.” I kiss the top of his head softly, “Please daddy, want it so bad.”

His eyes roll back and he moans, defeated, “Fuck, shit, shit, shit, shit.” He puts the tip in my mouth just as he starts to cum, his hand working the base, moaning loudly. I moan happily, I dirty talked him over the edge. “You, fucking, minx.” He moans, gasping in between words as he finishes.

Once he pulls out, he grabs my jaw, “Show me.” he demands. I happily open my mouth, showing him the mess he made inside my mouth before closing, swallowing and opening again to show him just how badly I wanted it.

He moans again, throwing his hoodie off and flopping back on the bed. I stay in my position, knowing it’s far from over.

“Did I do good, daddy?” I ask cheekily after a moment, knowing full well he’s pissed.

“No,” he says simply, standing up and pulling me with him, “I was going to be nice to you. But for that little stunt, you’ve earned yourself a real treat tonight.”

He pushes me back on the bed, “take off your shirt.”  he demands as he starts working on my jeans. Soon enough, I laying fully exposed on the bed for him. He crawls on top of me, kissing me harshly and moving my hands above my head.

“Keep your hands there, don’t move.” He says, manoeuvring his body down in between my legs, “and remember, you don’t cum until I say so, understood?”

I grip the pillow above my head, mentally preparing myself for whatever he has planned, “Yes, daddy.”

He wastes no time, immediately attaching his lips to my clit and sucking hard. I throw my head back and my arms flex with the effort of keeping them still. His hands are gripping my thighs in a near death grip as he goes to town on me. He moves his tongue from my clit to dipping it in and out of my wet core, fucking me with it at a leisurely pace.

“Fuck! El- Daddy, feels so good,” I moan loudly. I’m close already, his talented tongue sending me racing for the edge. My hips instinctively buck up against his face and he pulls away. I whine, looking at him quizzically.

“I told you not to move,” He says lowly, nipping at my inner thigh, “Besides, you think I don’t know when you’re close?” He smiles devilishly as I pout down at him.

“But-”

“You think I’d let you off the hook that easy?” He asks, returning to ever so softly dragging the tip of his tongue over my cunt. He chuckles darkly as the soft moan I let out, “baby girl, we’re just getting started.”

He moves my legs over his shoulder so he can slide his middle finger into my heat. But only just up to the second knuckle, so he’s just barely brushing against my g-spot. I whine breathlessly, biting my lip and gripping the pillow tightly and his thrusts his finger in and out of my shallowly. It takes everything I have in me to not grind my hips against his sinful mouth. He’s moaning and tugging on my clit as he adds a second finger, stretching me out in the most delish way.

“Daddy, please.” I whine, “I need more.” I meet his eyes, giving him a pleading look.

He detached his mouth from my pussy, “more?” he asks, I nod desperately, “Like this?” and with that, he’s shoving his fingers as far as they’ll go, rubbing my clit with his thumb is soft circles. I see stars.

“Fuck!” I moan, “daddy yes! So good, fuck I’m gonna-” Before I can finish my sentence he’s detached himself from me fully. I whine in frustration, twisting the pillow fabric between my hands as he sucks his fingers clean. He moves up my body, attaching his lips to one of my nipples while his hand plays with the other. His eyes don’t leave mine. When he pulls away I’m sensitive and begging, “Please, let me cum.”

He kisses his way up my neck, kissing and sucking before he reaches my ear, tugging on it lightly before, “Not. Yet.”

He moves back down and continues to tease me. Sucking and playing with my clit while he fingers me slowly, every now and then moving them in a ‘come hither’ motion. He keeps his eyes trained on my face, never letting up from his ministrations just dangling me over the edge. He knows my body so well, knows how to keep me right where he wants me; on the edge of insanity. He edges me a few more times before tears start to prick at my eyes. I’ve lost track of how many times he’s denied me at this point.

He pulls away once more and I let out a sob, “Please!” I cry, “pleasepleaseplease.”

He sits up on his knees, grabbing his once again hard cock in his hand, pumping it steadily as he looks at me, “Fuck, look at you.”  he groans, “Crying for my cock, you want it that bad?”

I nod desperately, my hands twitching where they lay beside my head. I want to touch him so bad, but I don’t want to risk moving without permission, “Want your cock so bad, daddy” I whine, biting my lip in an attempt to ground myself.

He moves in between my legs, rubbing himself in between my wet folds, “Think you deserve my cock?” He asks in a low growl, “Have you learned your lesson?”

I nod again, squeezing my eyes shut, “Yes, yes, I’ll be good. Won’t do it ever again daddy, promise.”

He takes pity on me and finally sinks into my heat, letting out a soft moan as he down so. I moan loudly in relief as he fills me. One of his hands comes up to grab at my throat, placing his mouth by my ear, “You still can’t cum until I tell you.” He reminds me before pulling his hips back and snapping them back against mine harshly.

His free hand goes up to wrap around my wrists, pinning me to the bed effectively as his hips continue their merciless attack. I throw my head back, leaning into his grip on my throat. His lips are attached to my jawline, sucking and biting at my skin, leaving it peppered with hickeys. He grunts softly against my skin, murmuring praise softly.

“Such a good girl for me, taking your punishment so well baby.” He moans sweetly and them almost immediately switching roles, “Such a good fucking whore. My little slut, huh?”

I scream my agreement, losing myself in the pleasure. My head is swimming with the lack of oxygen, arms numb from being held tightly and hips bruising from the force of his thrusts. I’m obsessed with this feeling, only he can make me feel this way.

I can feel myself nearing the edge once more and I arch my back, “Elliot, please.” I moan, “Daddy, please let me cum, I’m so close.” I whine.

He sinks his teeth into my lip, removing his hands from my throat and wrists, and moving one of my legs over his shoulder, “not yet.”

I groan, holding on the last bit of control I have, my hands flying to his biceps and digging my nails in harshly, “pleee-easseee,” I moan, “God, fuck, daddy, please!”

“Not fucking yet.” He growls, bunching his eyebrows and concentrating, glancing down and watching where our bodies meet intensely, slowing down to tease me more, “you’re lucky I’m letting you cum at all tonight. You can wait a little longer”

At this point, tears are streaming down my face as I bask in the pleasure, unable to let myself disappoint him again tonight. I’m so sensitive and everything feels too good. I focus on him. Sweat running down his abdomen as it flexes beautifully. He’s thrusting slowly now, mouth hung open as he watches himself disappear in my tight, wet heat. He looks so good and I wonder for a moment what I did to deserve him.

Suddenly he moans, speeding up again, “fuck baby,” He takes both my legs and shoves them up near my head, “So good for daddy.” He moans, snapping his hips roughly again, chasing his orgasm, “c’mon then. Cum for me, you deserve it baby girl.”

Something inside me snaps, my back arching off the bed, head thrown back as pleasure envelopes my body. I can barely register my own moans, nearly screams and the sound of the headboard banging against the wall.

“Shit,” he moans, shoving in one final time, “God yes baby, fucck!” He moans lowly, releasing inside of me. He hangs his head and thrusts shallowly as he rides out his orgasm, both of us breathing heavily. He collapses beside me. I can feel him dripping out of me, my legs shaking from the aftershocks.

“Learn your lesson?” He asks, glancing over at me, smiling crookedly.

“If I didn’t, what are you going to do about it?”

[banditthewriter]

Impossible Year - Billy Russo - 1

Prompt: i think tumblr sent my ask prematurely;( i was trying to send a billy request where while deployed he gets a care package from reader. it was supposed to be a one time thing (for charity or something idk) but he’s so touched by it that he writes back to thank her. she decides to keep sending him stuff (bc the poor guy doesn’t have anyone) he falls for her and when he’s back in new york he goes to surprise her and ALL THE FLUFF PLS Prompter: Anonymous

Thank you so much for this request because it spurred this lovely fic! Got twelve parts in total! There is fluff but there’s also angst because, I mean, why not?

Tags are at the bottom. Let me know if you would like to be added to one of my tag lists! Enjoy!

***** January When your brother had been deployed, you remembered him talking about the care packages that schools would send. He appreciated the gesture and it was a little something from home that always warmed the hearts of the soldiers that would sometimes have to go months without seeing or hearing from family. It took some research to find a program that allowed you to send care packages to soldiers without having their information. It was a little unclear if the soldiers signed up for the program or if it was just something that they received unawares, but you didn't think any of them would mind getting something like this. The first thing that you packed was toiletries. Your brother had complained at length about the lack of toiletries when he was deployed, so you figured that was a good idea. Toothpaste and a pack of toothbrushes, some unscented baby wipes, packs of tissues. Next was snacks. You packed powdered drink mixes, some chips, and even a large ziplock bag of gum and other hard candies. You weren't sure where this package would end up so you didn't want to send something that would melt and get everywhere. The last thing that you put in the box was a letter. Dear soldier, I hope this care package finds you well. My brother served in the military and he told me that he always looked forward to receiving a package from someone. I thought that it would be nice to send something for someone else. I'm writing this letter a few days after the first of the year. I've decided that for my New Year's resolution I would resolve to try to do more for others. Whether it's paying for a parking meter or, in this case, sending a package to a stranger overseas. It's not much, but I just want to help people. Maybe it's silly to make a resolution after the new year begins, but we're never too late to be a better person. And if there is anyone that deserves something nice, it's our armed forces. I sincerely hope that I didn't pack anything that you're allergic to. I tried to keep things as simple as possible but I still wanted them to be a treat. Be safe and know that you are appreciated. Thank you, Y/N Y/L/N With that added, you sealed off the box and put it on the table to bring to the post office. There was already a package slip attached to it where the package would be shipped to. You weren't sure where it would go from there, but you hoped that it made the soldier happy. ------ "Package for Russo," a voice called as something heavy landed on the cot that Billy had claimed as his own. He sat up and looked at the box with interest. He hadn't ordered anything to be sent to him and it wasn't like he had anyone to send him something. He looked over to where Frank was reading a letter from one of his kids and gave him a look. "Maria taking me on as a charity case?" He pulled the box closer to him while Frank looked up from the multi-colored page he was reading. "Not that I know of," he said with a shrug as he tried to look at the box. "What's the return address?" Billy checked the address and let out a swear as he leaned back a bit. "Who the hell signed me up for one of those bullshit soldier charities? Jesus, it's probably some elementary school kid that's going to call me an Army man." Frank was laughing as Billy pulled out his ka-bar to open up the package. At least he'd get something out of it. There was usually candy or other things in the packages that the kids sent out. A look around the rest of the tent didn't show anyone else with a mysterious box on their cot so at least it wasn't company wide. He quite liked having things that people wanted to trade for; Marines would kill for some chapstick sometimes. On top of some newspapers was a letter. The handwriting didn't look like a student but Billy didn't hold out much hope. A quick skim over the letter quickly changed his opinions. He pulled back the newspapers and skimmed the items; a lot of thought went into these items. The sender had mentioned a brother in the service so she must have gotten some ideas from him. All of the candy were the kind that wouldn't melt in the heat, the items were packed carefully. There was enough to share and enough to barter. Billy laughed and with a shake of his head, he picked up the letter to read it once more. "Anything good?" Billy held the box out for Frank to pick through. He seemed just as impressed with what was presented and Billy didn't even stop him when he reached for the letter. "Holy shit, an actual adult that used common sense. And you were dreading that package," he added with a laugh. Later, after PT and a few drills, Billy grabbed some of the paper that Frank kept on hand and sat down at the chess table between their cots. His pen hovered over the paper before he begin to write. Dear Y/N, Your package was definitely a welcome surprise here. Your brother was right. And you made good choices in the things that you sent. It really showed that this wasn't the first time you've sent a care package to military personnel. When one Marine gets something from home, we all feel like we got something. It helps that you put in enough for me to share with the rest of the guys. They all appreciated it as well. One guy offered his hand in marriage, but I highly doubt you're that desperate. I just wanted to say thank you. Things from home make deployments go faster. Sincerely, Billy Russo He had hesitated on signing his full name, but the girl had so why not. He also hesitated before he added a post script. P.S- In case you're not too busy, I've included an address where you can send other letters. In case you want to keep in touch. It's nice to talk to people back home sometimes. Before he could talk himself out of it, he scribbled down her address from the package and sealed the envelope. He'd have to wait for the next time the mail went out, but it was a done deal. ------ January was almost over and you were exhausted. Between helping your parents move and a new project at work, you felt like you hadn't slept in months. With everything going on, you had almost forgotten about the package you had sent out to a nameless, faceless soldier. The envelope in your mail was addressed to you but it was post marked somewhere overseas. Confused at first, you wondered if maybe one of your brother's buddies had somehow gotten your address. The letter inside gave you a little more information as to who it was from. The soldier that received your package had written you back! You had included your address because the company you went through was the one that mailed it out but they promised to send it back to you if anything went wrong with the post. You hadn't thought that the soldier might write back. The Marine, your mind supplied as you read that part again with a smile. Billy Russo. The name made you think that the Marine might be young, but something about his word choice made you think that wasn't the case. And he included an address for mail to be sent in case you wanted to send anything else. With a wide smile, you moved over to your coffee table and grabbed a pen and some paper. You'd work on a letter now and plan your next package a little more carefully. It was without a doubt the highlight of your month.

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[lilyswritings]

Crash and Burn

I WILL NOT BE WRITING A PART TWO (pls see this post). Thank you.

anonymous requested: 1) Could you write a really angsty one shot with Doctor Strange where you knew him before he got into the car accident and you always helped him with his paperwork and things that he deemed 'weren't important enough for him', and liked him, but he never noticed you because he was more interested in Christina. So after he gets into the accident, you're the one who helps take care of him when Christie needs time to rest, but he always thinks that it was only Christie taking care of him because a 2) lways asleep when you took care of him. And then when he gets into that argument with Christie, a similar argument happens between you and Stephen, and he says a lot of hurtful things since he doesn't know that you're the one who has been helping him this whole time. And then when he becomes Doctor Strange, he finally realises how badly he's treate you all these years. I AM SO SO SORRY FOR MAKING THIS SO LONG AND IM A REALLY SHITTY REQUESTER BUT THIS HAS BEEN IN MY MIND FOR SO LONG AND I SUC 3) K AT WRITING AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU DON'T HAVE TO WRITE THIS I'M JUST RANTING AND I'M A REALLY SHITTY PERSON I'M SO SORRY BYE HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY <3

author’s note: Okay, when I first got this request (back when Doctor Strange CAME OUT) I fell in love with it and have been working on it ever since! I’m sorry it took over a year to write, and it still doesn’t have the ending you wanted, but I’m a perfectionist and I’m only JUST NOW happy with how it turned out. MAJOR ANGST WARNING!!! please enjoy!

warnings: car crash, injuries, Stephen being an asshole, description of hospital

word count: 1,897

Stephen Strange x Reader

   Strange and Palmer. Palmer and Strange. Not Strange and Y/L/N. That’s how it has always been. Christine and Stephen, even when they aren’t dating, act like they’ve been married for years -- they have a perfect synchronisation, they balance each other out and fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. So where does that leave you? 

   The background, of course. It doesn’t matter that you’d graduated the same medical school at the same time as the both of them, or that you are highly skilled in most fields of medicine. You file the papers, deal with the ‘boring’ patients, and stand in the background, awaiting your orders.

   It’s not like they ignore you -- being ignored and not being payed any attention are two different things. You feel especially lonely one Tuesday morning, right before your shift ends, sitting at your desk and typing up medical reports on one of Palmer’s recent patients. You slowly tune out, fingers typing monotonously as your foot taps against the ground, awaiting that small chime on your phone to signal your shift end. Just as the alarm goes off, and your heart soars, you’re pulled back into reality as Stephen rushes around the corner. 

   “Y/N?” He calls, and your brows tug together. 

   “Yes?” You ask, hopefulness in your voice. Are you needed? Does he want you to help him operate? But no, everything crashes when he opens his mouth again. 

   “Where’s Christine?”

   You try your hardest not to visibly deflate, turning and paging her. “Wing 3.” You answer, curtly, and off he runs again. You sigh, printing the forms, stamping them, and sliding them onto the office desk and you walk to grab your coat and scarf. You hear a small commotion in another wing, but shake your head as you wrap the scarf around your neck and exit the hospital, feet moving quickly to take you home as you fight the heaviness in your eyelids. When you finally get back to your small apartment -- probably a fourth (or less) of the size of Stephen’s -- you flop onto your bed, your eyes shutting with the dread of another long night shift. 

   It isn’t too long before you wake up again, but when you do, the sky is dark, and heavy, loud rain lashes at your windows. You yawn, turning on your lights, and shift your computer onto your lap to type up some reports. Halfway through one, though, Stephen calls you on your work number. 

   “-Hello?” You answer, confusion coating your words. 

   “Y/N? What have you got for me for tomorrow?” He asks, voice smooth (and cocky) as ever, and you mentally slap yourself as you realize he wanted notes by the time he had to head to his talk. You quickly pull up the pages. 

   “Right, well, we have a woman who had a seizure shortly after experimenting with--” 

   You can hear the boredom in his voice. “Next.” You roll your eyes, flipping the page. 

   “Man whose spinal cord seized up, tugging on his tendons and--” 

   “You remember that I am a neurosurgeon, right?” You shake your head. 

   “Stephen, you can’t just write off all these-” You cut yourself off at the sound of an engine revving comes through the line, and narrowed eyes flick over to the window displaying the torrential downpour outside. 

   “Steve, you’re not actually driving in this weather, are you?” 

   He scoffs, “Of course not!”. A beat, and you raise an eyebrow, even though he can’t see you. 

   “For a doctor, you care awfully little about your life.” You try to joke, but find your heart too worried to joke. He chuckles on the end of the line, and then it goes quiet. 

   “Send me some patient files, I’ll take a look at them.” You shake your head, dragging the files into a folder on your laptop for later. 

   “Not right now -- I’ll send them to you later, after your talk.” He scoffs, and you giggle. 

   “What are you, my mother? Don’t you trust me enough to--” 

   The deafening screech of tires fills the line, the sound of metal crashing into metal causing you to jump. Eyes widening, you push yourself up off of your bed, still clutching the phone. “Stephen?” The quiet that greets you causes panic to rush through you, and you find your shaking fingers ending the call and dialing 911. 

   “Shit shit shit shit...” You repeat, running out of your bedroom to grab your coat and slip on your shoes as you explain everything to the operator. You run all the way to the hospital, knowing you can’t drive in this weather, and when you arrive an emergency helicopter has just landed, picking you up and speeding away on the route of where Stephen was headed. The rest of the night passes in a blur. 

   The sight of his fancy car face down in the water, the cold nipping at you as you run into the water, wading towards the car and trying to open the door, desperately. The ambulance taking the both of you back to the hospital. Christine’s stupid voicemail answering you every time you call her. That goddamn heart monitor, a constant background noise. And finally -- Stephen, his hands impaled with shards of metal, a bruise forming around his eyes, and blood pouring from his forehead. 

   Your hands shake horribly as you wheel him to the operating room, watching the nurses scramble to find a surgeon. When they come back with Dr. Anders, a very new doctor with little experience, you grit your teeth, pulling on your gloves, and take on the task of saving your (very dear to you) colleague yourself. 

   You did great, they tell you. Better than Palmer could have. You saved him. You did better than any other doctor we have, they say, but you know it isn’t true. Stephen could have done better, if you hadn’t -- if he hadn’t been so careless. You don’t wait next to him, for him to wake up. You can’t face the inevitable overwhelming disappointment, when he wakes up and realizes his hands are beyond repair. 

   You find yourself in the cafeteria, eyes bleakly staring into the black coffee in front of you, your head in your hands. You catch the empathetic glance of an older woman, a few tables away, but you can’t bring yourself to acknowledge her. 

   You watch Christina run past you, towards Stephen’s room, and scoff as you see Nick enter the cafeteria just behind her, a nice suit on. He catches your glance, but you just look back into the swirling darkness of the coffee. You punch in your card, taking a day off, and go home.

   In the next few months, you manage to bring yourself to stop by Stephen’s almost every day. You pick up the insane brochures for medical facilities that could possibly save him, the ones he leaves behind everywhere, and when you get home you spend hours researching flights, costs, treatments, and therapy. 

   You anonymously pay for a treatment for him, one just outside the city, and you accompany him there when he thinks he was able to pay for it himself. It sets you back a month’s rent, but he seems just that little bit less broken after it, so you find comfort in it. 

   You don’t bring him food often -- you figure out that mealtimes are when he and Christina spend time together. You just do the anonymous work, like convincing visiting doctors to look at his file, or paying for certain medication and delivering it to him, claiming it was free or off his paycheck. He never seems to notice that he’s too broke to afford it, and just accepts that he got it and that’s all that matters. But everything seems to crash around you, one night when you bring up the accident.

   “Look, Stephen...” You start, sitting on the couch as he tries to write his name, over and over, the scribble of the pen emanating around the room. “We need to discuss what happened, that night.” 

   He looks up, dropping the pen, and curses. “What night?” He asks, almost sounding bored, and you breathe in deeply. “The... The accident.” He stops, his jaw clenching, and stands up abruptly. 

   “What’s there to talk about? I fell off a cliff. Some doctor butchered my hands. And now I’m trying to reverse that.” You flinch when he says butchered, your fears creeping up around you. 

   “We need to talk about... The details. Why you fell, if--” He stops you. 

   “No, we don’t. Why are you doing this?” You almost scoff at the question, standing up and walking towards him. 

   “Because I care about you!” You admit.

   “You care about me? Don’t kid yourself, Y/N, you’ve never cared about me!” You step back, horrified, but he keeps going. “I have money, I know that’s why you hang around.” Your mouth gapes as you register the insult. 

   “Of course that’s not -- I’ve stuck around you through everything!” You shout, and he turns and points at you, accusatory finger raised. 

   “What about when I got into the crash? What about when you were nowhere to be found when Christine was operating on me and--” You scoff, eyes brimming with unshed tears. 

   “Christine wasn’t on duty that night!” You yell, causing him to stop and stumble back, but you push on. 

   “Christine came in later that night to sit by you, after I had spent hours in the rain trying to find you and pull you out of your sinking car. After I operated on you, because they were going to let an almost intern do it. Christine was on leave that night on a date with Nick!” You practically scream the last part, searing tears finally falling onto your face. 

   Stephen has an unreadable expression on his face as he watches you fall apart in front of him, but somehow he still manages to hurt you more. 

   “Maybe Christine could have saved my hands -- You’re practically just a secretary.” You inhale, sharply, mouth opening and closing at the harsh words. He seems to realize his mistake, that he took it too far, but when he reaches for you you shove his hand away. 

   “Y/N...” He mutters, and you shake your head. 

   “No, Stephen. You don’t get to do that to me. Seven years, I’ve stood by you -- defended you, watched out for you, found cases worth your precious time. I’m done.” You punctuate the last word with a jab of your finger, spinning around to grab your things. 

   "You’re a real piece of shit, you know.” You mutter, turning and walking towards the doors. You stand outside, and just before the door closes you say, “Goodbye, Stephen.” 

   It’s pathetic, really. You sit in your car, watching the rain run down your windshield as the tears run down your face, for the most part of an hour. At one point you even bang your hands on the steering wheel, honking at a poor passerby who jumps and starts running. 

   Your eyes are raw, and tired, just like you feel, but it’s stupid, and you know that. You have to stop. Finally, you wipe your eyes and calm yourself, pulling out of the space and zooming away from Stephen’s apartment building -- you don’t return after that.

[melodicminho]

strangers to lovers (part one) / hakyeon

anonymous said: Hi, nice day!! I read your masterlist. And no one has ever requested for VIXX! I want to be the first person. I want to request an Strangers to Lovers AU with Hakyeon/N because Strangers to Lovers is like, my favorite trope. <3 If it's not possible, then a College AU? Thanks in advance, have a nice day/week!~ 

the intro is kinda *REALLY* long so there will be a part two, oops. i hope this is okay for you even though its super trash!

thing is, you two have been bumping into each other a lot

you guys don’t know each other, but somehow ur both at the same place at the same time?

first time he saw you was at a public swimming pool

you had on a thin swimming shirt with shorts and you were hanging out with your friends

all he had was a quick glance at you before jaehwan started to splash massive waves at him

the next time you two were in the same place, you had seen him at the dancing studio

he was dancing some sort of choreo in front of a few people

one by one, those people copied his moves slowly but surely as he watched on with an approving look on his face

you gazed at him through the window for a few more seconds before turning around to head to your destination

hakyeon taking a mere glance as he noticed someone vaguely familiar

the third time he saw you was when he was at the zoo with his friend taekwoon

you were excitedly watching the dolphin show as taekwoon led him down the other way, to where the penguins were

hakyeon wanted to go talk to you that day, but taekwoon wouldn’t stop dragging him to other animals, much to his dismay

he saw you again on a different occasion which

??? are u stalking him or something lol

he was out with hyuk at this local barbecue place

and somehow, you were seated a few tables away from him with your friends

you n ur friends noticed hakyeon and ????

“is he stalking u or what lol”

he isn’t really sure if this is a sign to approach you but hes still kind of worried that you really are following him around

sanghyuk noticed that hakyeon was staring and nudged his shoulder, speaking with his mouth full of beef

“if you’re so interested, maybe you should talk to them, hyung”

“no no i can’t. i think they’re stalking me”

seems like he said that too loud though cause your friend in front you just spat out her drink onto the table

“oh my god WHY” you whisper shouted in embarrassment, pretending you didn’t hear what that strange man said as you continued to cook the meat in front of you

intrigued, sanghyuk looks at his friend with sparkling eyes, shoving a perilla leaf into his mouth, “what makes you say that?”

“i’ve seen her at the same places i’ve been four times this week??? this seriously can’t be a coincidence”

“maybe you’re the one stalking them?”

sanghyuk receives a slap to the back of his neck for that comment

“hey, it could also be that red string of fate thing, that would be pretty cool.”

“this isn’t a soulmates kind of thing, kid, what are you saying.”

sanghyuk raises his hands up in defense and goes back to eating as hakyeon stares at the back of your head with a frown on his face

shoving a wrap into your mouth, your friend quietly peeks behind your shoulder and wrinkles her nose, “yo, that dude’s staring at you.”

with a weak sigh, you rest your head on the table, quietly whining

“maybe you should go talk to him or something, tell him to stop and all”

and you were like !!! year ur right i will go talk to him and so you stood up with a defiant look on your face and began to stalk towards hakyeon as he sat there motionless

sanghyuk whips out his phone to text the groupchat hhhhhgko

‘yo come to the bbq place i think hakyeons gonna get beat lol’

you ask hakyeon if he’s been stalking you for the past week and his mind is blown!!! what did you just say to him

he would’ve been more upset with you if you weren’t so attractive uuhg

he scoffs, “you’ve got this all wrong, isn’t it the other way around?”

and ur standing there like

excuse me?

sanghyuk’s silently sitting at the table with his tongue in his cheek as he tries to contain his laughter and he’s telling the rest of the group to \HURRY UP’

“you really think i’d stalk someone like you? that’s headass”

“um OUCH”

hyuk throws his phone onto the table and throws his head back, trying his best not to spit his food out of his mouth

before hakyeon gets to say anything else, taekwoon’s already there to diffuse the situation. had it been hongbin or wonshik, they’d possibly instigate an even bigger fight if they felt like it

“hyung, calm down. i think you’re getting a little too worked up” jaehwan eyes smiled at his friend as he slid into the booth beside him, the man turning back to you with a sheepish grin

with an intimidated glare, hakyeon tried his best to calm down, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. with how upset you are with him, someone you don’t even know, he admits defeat to himself. you probably weren’t stalking him

“you thought this person was stalking you?” taekwoon looks at you with a blank gaze once hyuk was done explaining

then he smiles shyly, looping his arm with yours, “you thought my friend was stalking you?”

an alarm goes off in hakyeon’s head

!!!!!!!!! FRIEND

“huh? that’s your friend????”

“um i think our whole group knows them except for you, hakyeon” sanghyuk speaks informally, eating the beef with hongbin and wonshik as jaehwan nods an affirmative

ur friend’s sitting alone now but she doesn’t mind lol you said you’d pay for the food today so she’s gonna ask for more meat

“so this is the guy you were hanging out with at the zoo?” you looked up at taekwoon with a wrinkled nose and he laughed

“he was in the washroom when you found me by the penguins”

you pointed at jaehwan, “and that was the guy you kept splashing at the pool?”

“uh yeah, but he went to go eat a snack when you saw me.”

then you glared at wonshik, “and he’s also the guy that was teaching that choreo class, right?”

he shrugged nonchalantly, “i mean yeah, but you came to see my class.”

hakyeon feels insulted as you’re talking to the other boys except for him

your gaze was then pointed at hyuk who gave you a squishy smile, “why’d you bring him here?”

“cause i like the food here, duh.”

you groaned and hit your head against taekwoon’s shoulder a couple of times, his arm still linked with yours

“all this time he was part of our circle and i didn’t even know? you guys are so despicable.” you poked your tongue at all of them and they shrugged in response

since the situation was no big deal anymore, you went back to you and your friend’s table and started eating again, not even speaking a word to hakyeon

“you’re such a bad person hyuuuuuuuuuung” the younger ones of the group booed and nudged at the man as he shoved perilla leaves into his mouth, his embarrassment growing and growing

fast forward a few days

the fifth time you see him, it’s a grocery store

without hesitating, you stood beside him as he looked at the different cereals

he didn’t look up since he thought you were a stranger

ok u kind of are still but

you nudged him, your eyes fixated on his face as he slowly turns to you

there was a hint of surprise on his visage when he saw that it was you and his posture deflated a little

“hey, i’m sorry about what happened between us before” you smiled warmly at him and he gave you a little smile back

“it’s alright. i think it was my fault anyways. i was being creepy at the barbecue place and i can’t blame for you thinking you were being stalked. it’s 2017, you never know what someone is capable of i guess.” hakyeon rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle and threw a cereal box into his shopping cart

“wanna start over?” you ask him, your voice going softer as you hold your hand out for him to shake

with a forgiving smile, hakyeon instead pulled you in for a warm embrace

once you started fresh, you and hakyeon have become the inseperable friends of the group

jaehwan voices his dislike for this

“he stole them from me!! this is disrespectful”

you were on your phone with your legs resting across hakyeon’s lap, your pressed against hongbin’s side on the couch you all were sharing

“that’s unfortunate” hakyeon would chuckle, patting jaehwan’s shoulder, “sorry, kid.”

“i also am opposed to this friendship,” taekwoon mutters from the recliner, frowning at the way hakyeon’s hand is resting on your knee

“you stole them from us, you friend stealer.” the man speaks with an empty voice, his gaze blank but powerful as he has a silent staring competition with the person he’s accusing

hongbin wraps his arm around your neck to put you in a loose headlock which makes your attention go to hakyeon and taekwoon

????? these guys man

“i’ll forever be #1 on their list of friends now,” he says proudly, leaning back against the couch with an arrogant smile

evERYONE HATES IT WHEN U TWO ARE IN THE SAME ROOM

kdkvhhhd pls shut up hakyeon ur so noisy

people who aren’t in your friend circle think you two are dating and it’s so stressful for everyone bc hakyeon keeps fawning over u

“thats my mans” he sobs as you do something that isn’t even something he should be proud of

you literally just made food for yourself

??? taekwoon decides that hakyeon should have an intervention

everyone quickly agrees although they don’t really know why he needs one

“u need to get ur shit together”

“u need a break from y/n lol why are you like this”

you’re just eating the snacks everyone provided for the intervention, you don’t really mind anything that’s going on

“no more y/n for you until you can kep yourself under control!!!”

hakyeon submits

sends you love signals every now and then when everyone’s hanging out

you’re amused at this so you send a love signal back

basically all of these guys are your bitches ngl they worship the ground you stand on for some reason

probably because you’re the equilibrium that keeps this group of 7 friends together

it was hakyeon at first but that was because he didn’t know you existed until a few months ago

two leaders in the group is probs what everyone needs lol

as hakyeon gets to know you more and more as each day passes by, he slowly gravitates towards you once again

you just keep pulling him in with your spontaneous personality and pretty laugh, and your eyes lure him in, and your voice makes him want to listen to it all day and your huggable frame makes him want to--

ewHoa

hakyeon calm down honey

his daydreaming stopped when a pair of fingers snapped in front his face

“yo, you alright?”

“yeah, lol, don’t mind me.”

going forward a few weeks!!

u seem to plague his mind everyday

silently losing his sanity because ur all he can think about and he can’t do anything WHEN YOU SMILE AT HIM LIKE THAT !!!!!

he is trying to gather up the courage to ask you out, and jaehwan and wonshik are trying to hype him up but it kinda just makes him feel worse

hakyeon is worrying a lot and probably feels like you two are better off as friends

jaehwan’s saying no and wonshik’s agreeing with hakyeon just for fun

“at this rate, you’re never going to get a chance with them if you don’t ask them out /: “ hongbin says, squinting his eyes at the tv screen in the living room as hakyeon clutches at his chest

someone help him

[allaboutwannaone-blog]

friends to lovers!guanlin

genre: fluff word count: 2.2k author’s note: ok i have decided that i’m super bad with summaries so i omitted it hAH :-) send me requests!! :))

• it’s that time of the year again…*dramatic sigh*

• yes,, it is one week before school starts!! honestly,, you’re kind of really daunted by the upcoming year because you finally were becoming a senior

• you can’t actually believe that YOU, someone who still cuddles with soft toys at night and cries like a baby will be graduating soon like hell nah i’m not ready to step out of my comfort zone, not ready for everyone to judge my ugly ass, not ready to be single yet again (not that being single is wrong!! but you just feel kinda like a loser when everyone around you is already dating 🙁)

• in order to make you feel better about yourself, you decided to go to the mall to get some clothes because,, impulsive splurging is your passion (even though you end up regretting it to the max after that) and bless the lord you need some new colours in your wardrobe because every single thing in your wardrobe is black 

• you casually stroll to the men’s section because you just like oversized shirts a lot,, they make you feel bigger and more confident and looks good too so why not!! and the staff don’t actually give a shit about who goes where in their store so nobody would judge you either famous last words

• just as you were reaching for this super cute red shirt that just calls for you, another hand came into your vision and took that last one off the rack

• startled, you spun around to see who the culprit was and got even more surprised because

• a) holy feck this guy is cute (and by cute i mean the handsomest person you’ve ever seen)

• b) holy feck this guy’s aura and face is colder than eating ice cream in the middle of the winter  

• and you just kind of slither away in fear all while keeping your eyes on him like a snake because you ARE a snake since you eat snacks at night even though you promised your diet app not to

• but that was the last of him you saw for the rest of the break (certainly not the last you thought of him tho!!)

• fast forward to the first day of school,, and you’ve guessed it!

• by some miraculous turn of fate, you spot a slightly familiar yet unfamiliar face standing right in front of the classroom beside your homeroom teacher 

• it was him

• and boi, he looked finer than a strand of hair wearing the red shirt he picked that day 

• after your teacher’s explanation, it turns out he was a transfer student from taiwan (oH NO NOT AGAIN *cues groans*) and his name was lai guanlin 

• he instantly became a favourite amongst your classmates,, a chorus of small yet audible sighs from the girls could be heard, and the guys were practically bouncing out of their seats to greet him

• after his introduction (that highlighted his super cute accent), he went to his assigned seat, which was conveniently situated behind you. you had no idea whether he actually recognised you or not,, so you gave him a small, hesitant smile but all he did was to just stare blankly at you so hAh prObabLy nOt

• days passed and he settled in pretty well,, he now was friends with this big group of boys  (including him, there are eleven, you believe) who called themselves wanna one and literally have females and males alike practically salivating at the sight of them, so naturally your hopes of getting closer to him were dashed because you weren’t part of that social circle (besides being friends with daehwi in the student council)

• that was also why you’ve decided to throw the thoughts about him to the back of your mind and busied yourself with the upcoming council president selection

• you actually didn’t want to join it at first, but with the encouragement of your peers, you decided to just wing it and yolo for your last year in high school

• but that was also how you found yourself in a battle of nerves with one of the most popular girls in your school, chaewon (ok pls just insert any name here ur enemy’s your pet’s i just randomly chose one)

• chaewon wasn’t really the baddest bitch around, though she can be a little arrogant and quip sarcastic remarks once in a while,, you don’t dislike her, but you don’t like her either 

•  but for some reason, her looks and athletic abilities (which you, for jisoo’s sake had none) have guys and girls alike, just like wanna one, falling at her feet

• it wasn’t like she was a complete airhead either, she got decent grades, is punctual in handing up her homework too,, which makes her a really strong candidate up against you

• the elections came and went, you gave your speech and she gave hers, and unfortunately, but not unpredictably, she won and got to parade around with a makeshift sash the whole day

• you were…undeniably a little sad because hey you really did put in effort to memorise the script and think about how to improve the school (you spent sleepless nights thinking about that okay) and not freak out while talking in front of so many people but you didn’t get it in the end

• but you didn’t want to sound like a sore loser either so you just kept it to yourself,, 

• hOWEveR

• just as you were about to congratulate her,,, she, in all her winning glory, went

• “honestly, you didn’t stand a chance against me but i just went along with it because it made me feel superior. but good game, you tried your best, but hey, it wasn’t enough!”

• to say that you were crushed was an understatement 

• you…had no idea how to react that, so you just stood there and froze for a while 

• but suddenly, a terse voice that sounded dangerously close to you rang out

• “to be honest, we all know you pulled some strings to win because evidently y/n has a way better personality than you.”

• you spun around (deja vu, anyone?) and lo and behold, you see this tall silhouette basked in light and hOLY MAMA that is ,,, LAI. GUAN. LIN. 

• ?1!?1!?1!??1!?1??1 <— your heart and mind at that moment

• “i hope you won’t let this ‘win’ get to your head,, because i and my friends won’t hesitate to get an appeal for her to take your position if you were to act up like this again, so do us all a favour and get out.” 

• ?1!1!1?1??1?1!1!1!!1!1!1!?1?1?1?!1!1!1!!1!1!!1!1!1!1!!1!1!1!!1!1 <— your heart, beating at a 100 miles per hour as you see him turn around and go back to his friends, not without him giving you a gentle smile (you were certain your face was red now yOu’vE beComE a tOmaTo)

• you didn’t see it but his ears had turned red from shyness aw what a cute baby (but only towards you tho 😉) 

• it was after that day,, you guys just- suddenly clicked

• he gave you a nod the next day when he walked past you to get to his seat 

• and when you turned back to thank him, a full blown smile spread across his face (tHAT SMILE,, YOU KNOW THAT SMILE WITH HIS TEETH AND GUMS) and you felt like ‘shit, i’m getting sucked into this black hole but for some reason i don’t want to come out’

• you don’t notice it but his friends sitting behind him are wiggling their eyebrows and gossiping (mmo, ring a bell??) about how cute of a couple you two would make but none of you caught it since you were busy staring at each other,, sharing a moment

• small talks became real conversations, what originally was mundane became full of laughter and funny stories he told you about his friends (he tells you deep dark secrets about them like how once daehwi was rocking out to ariana grande in the shower and slipped and fell) 

• you told him about your friends as well and how they thought he was the most good looking person they’ve ever seen,, and he just tells you to tell them that he’s not interested

• you kind of want to probe further but you didn’t want it to be awkward either so you just settled for an questioning look you hope conveyed your message but he just gave you an ambiguous smile,,, which kind of made your heart sink a little because…of course he has a crush, he could literally have anyone he wanted why would he even bother about you

• so you just,,, kept your feelings under the radar for the moment 

• but anyone, everyone could see you were heads over heels for him 

• and that he was heads over heels for you too!!!! he had never shown any interest in any girl except for you

• he dismissed any confession letters that came his way, got rid of girls who would stick to him with the very cold look that scared you in the first place

• he never had much interaction with girls 

• heck, he never even smiled that much with guys besides his friends 

• but you two,, clouded with the delusion that your crush would never like you back, continued being friends close to lovers

• until the day before the basketball finals

• yes, guanlin was part of the basketball team, and was the co-captain in fact, which is a really amazing feat considering he just entered your school a few months ago

• you were staying back in school to help settle some stuff with the council since you were still a rank higher up than the rest,, you needed to get everything right for tomorrow’s big game, make sure the ushers know their duty, the students knew where to sit, the court was decorated and at its cleanest state

• and guanlin was practising to get his shots right for tomorrow because he didn’t want to let anyone down,, and most importantly, he didn’t want to look like a loser in front of you!! after two hours of training, the coach let the players go for a thirty minute break before going back to shoot some hoops again

• wandering around the school, he saw the door of a conference room slightly ajar, and heard your melodious voice flowing from it

• peeping in, he saw you standing in front of the board, laying out the plans for tomorrow and observing how you carried yourself, your confidence, your beauty and he came to the conclusion that yo,, it was,, now or never

• clutching the extra jersey he had in his hands tightly, he opened the door, apologised for the interruption and beckoned for you to come out

• you were escorted outside with the sound of wolf-whistles and clapping but you paid no heed to them, only looking at the seemingly flustered boy standing in front of you

• guanlin: “hi?”

• you: “hey!”

• him: “okay so tomorrow is the championship right? you’ll be there right?”

• you: “yes, why do you ask?”

• him, throwing the dry-fit shirt to you: “it’syoursnowpleasewearthistomorrowand…”

• you, barely catching it and not making sense of the situation at all: “and?”

• him: “if i score the winning goal, will you date me?”

• everything went still for a second

• you looked down at the jersey that had his name proudly printed on it and supposedly belonged to you forever now, and looked up at his expectant and nervous face bewilderedly 

• you: “wait, can you repeat that again?”

* him, mildly exasperated that you were taking so long to give him an answer: “date me if i score the winning goal tomorrow.”

• honestly the stunned look on your face makes him want to just pinch your cheeks and kiss you but he’ll resist for the sake of the fact that you might not reciprocate his feelings

• but when you replied him with “okay, deal.”, he couldn’t help but just give you the biggest and loveliest hug you’ve ever experienced

• it was like,, you belonged there

• in that warm cocoon of heat and love 

• and guess what??

• the next day came and everyone, and i mEAN EVER Y ON E was looking at you striding into the venue with his jersey and the wanna one members were just like MY BABY HAS FINALLY GROWN BALLS I AM SO PROUD OF HIM *wipes tears from eyes* 

• you cheered and screamed so loudly for him you swear they could probably hear you from australia and when it came down to the last seconds, where the other team was just leading by two points,, guanlin caught the ball and dribbled it towards the other side of the court

• those seconds felt like ages and just when he was about to make the three-pointer,, he looked at you with that smile on his face

• …and sCORED!!1!1!1!1!1!!1!!1!!!!!!!!

• you jumped out of your seat and hi-fived your friends around you, celebrating their victory until you see them suddenly freezing, looking behind you

• you turned around (again, deja vu???) and saw him, guanlin, with the brightest smile that seriously could light up the universe if he tried 

• “so, date me?”

[tomimagines]

One More

Characters: Tom Holland - Harrison Osterfield - Y/N

Request: “drunk tom pls” - anon

Notes: a little bit of smut, not much. This may seem similar to other imagines i’ve written but this theme was next on the list! You guys loved the interactive one and so i decided to add one song i thought would set the mood for the whole imagine but there is one part I’d suggest to listen to at a specific time in the imagine, but that’s totally up to you…

-Basic Instinct / The Acid (2:30)

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You walk, well, more like you dance your way through your living room and through the crowd of people who have gathered to jump together to the music. A blue cup is in your right hand while your left is punching the air along with everyone else.

“Hey, Y/n! I think someone’s at the door!” Someone shouts at you.

“I got it!” You shout to no one in particular.

You set your cup down at a nearby table and make your way to the door. You don’t even look through peephole and just open the door. You already know who it is, though.

“Harrison! Jacob! You guys made it!” You immediately reach out to hug both of them before stepping aside to let them in.

“Beautiful as ever, Y/N,” Jacob compliments you as he passes by and you wave it off even though it made you grin wide.

“What about me?” An all too familiar voice asks.

You smile as if it’s on instinct and turn to face Tom. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

He chuckles before he wraps his arms around you. He squeezes you tightly which makes you groan. “I’d forgotten how tiny you are.”

You push him away softly before nudging his shoulder, “Am not. We’re basically the same height!”

He follows you inside, closing the door behind him. He joins the boys with you leading them into your home.

Crowds of people are mingling about in the hallways, living room, and outside. Everyone has a drink in your hand and at least one body part following along to the music that’s blasting with the surround sound system you had integrated into your new home.

You managed to save enough money in a span of two years; working your ass off, taking in overtime hours, and basically doing nothing but focusing on work. Throwing a party and inviting some of your closest friends to celebrate with you felt like the right way to start this new independent life.

There isn’t any furniture that were in danger of being damaged except for an old couch your parents lent to you for the time being, so if it were to get destroyed, it will be excuse enough to replace it. The only other furniture is in your bedroom, safe and sound.

“There are drinks in the fridge!” You shouted at the trinity, pointing towards the closed door that led to your kitchen. “Snacks are outside and bathroom is down this hallway to your right!”

“This place is nice! I’m proud of you, Y/n!” Harrison says, giving you a side hug and squeezing your shoulder. You laugh, not even hiding your own pride.

“Where’s your drink?” Tom asks you.

“Um,” you look around and then shrug, “I have no idea. Guess I need one too.”

After all four of you get your drinks, you head outside and sit on plastic chairs your neighbors were so nice to let you borrow for the night. You’re excited to hear all about their crazy year with the release of their new movie. You go on and on about how amazing the movie is, how you’ve seen it four times already, and even point out the part Harrison makes a cameo in. They go on and on about pranks they did on each other and even about Tom’s fans making fun of him saying ‘croissant’.

“Wait, what?” You interrupt. “What did you say?”

“Croissant!” Tom replies.

“Quackson?? The fuck is a quackson? The son of a duck?” You tease.

“For fuck’s sake!” Tom throws his hands in the air, Harrison and Jacob laughing their asses off.

You continue the chatter until you notice that almost everyone’s drinks are empty. You offer to bring some more and leave them to fetch some more beers. When you come back, you hand everyone their desired bottle before taking a big gulp from your own.

“Y/n! Come here!” Someone in the yard shouts for you.

“I’ll be back,” you tell the guys and make your way over to your friend. She’s standing with a group of people, mostly guys and she pulls at your arm almost the instant you’re close enough. She starts to go on and on about what the guys standing around her do. She introduces them to you briefly but you’re a bit tipsy to even memorize their names so you label them instead; red, hairy, freckles, glasses, and necktie. You continue to drink and smile and nod to whatever they’re saying, just trying to be friendly.

(Listen now.)During the vague conversation, you hear a familiar song start to play from inside the house. The music is loud enough to carry outside to where you’re standing and soon enough, your body begins to move along with the beat.

You ignore the people around you and just let the booze in your system and your happiness overtake you. You turn in a circle, smiling like an idiot, and your eyes land on him.

Tom is staring straight at you. There’s no emotion in his gaze, he just simply lifts his bottle to his lips. He tilts it back but his eyes are glued to yours and it’s the most intriguing thing you’ve ever seen.

You feel heat rise up your spine and it’s only then that you realize your body is still moving. You’ve been dancing and staring at Tom the whole time. It almost feels too intimate but you don’t stop.

He swallows his drink and it’s like the world goes into slow motion. You see his adam’s apple move up and down his throat and it makes you bite your lip. Your eyes lift up to look once more into his and you send him a grin. The corner of his lips lift a bit but you still notice it.

He’s enjoying this, and you’re enjoying giving him a show. Everyone is outside at this point, dancing together or alone. You’re with them, still moving but now with a purpose. You want to keep his eyes glued to you. You want to give him something to stare at.

He narrows his eyes as if he had just read your mind. It makes you giggle.

He lifts his bottle and shakes it a bit, telling you it’s empty. Okay, so? He can go get another one?

His eyebrows shoot up and then you understand. “Oh, right.” You say to no one in particular. “Kitchen.”

You push through the sweaty bodies of intoxicated people and make your way inside the house and into the kitchen. You don’t even check to see if he’s following you because his stare burns hot behind your back.

You open the door and walk inside. The cool air seems like heaven as you pick up your semi-damp hair and fan your neck with your hand.

“Let me help you with that,” you hear him say and before you can even react, his hands replace yours, holding your hair. You wait for him to fan your neck as well but instead, a mixture of warm and cold air meets your skin. Except, it’s not air… it’s his breath.

He’s blowing onto your neck and it pulls onto your core. Your mouth pops open and a small, “Ohhh,” escapes your lips. Your eyes close as you focus on both the cooling of your skin and the sensual act that’s happening right now.

“Cool enough?” He speaks.

You can barely make out a “Mhmm,” before he lets your hair fall back down. You stay still and he’s the one who steps around you until you’re face to face.

A smirk plays at his lips. The fucker knows what he’s doing.

“A little payback for what you did out there,” he replies, again, reading your mind.

You roll your eyes and stand up straight. “I wasn’t doing anything. I was just dancing,” you shrug it off and walk off to the fridge.

You hear him chuckle behind you. You open the fridge and take out a bottle, although this won’t exactly clench your thirst.

“Remember last time we saw each other?”

Your back straightens immediately and you turn to face him. He’s looking down at his hands, his small tendrils of hair covering his forehead. “That’s what your little show reminded me of.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply, your throat suddenly going dryer than it already is.

He looks up at you. “Last year. You and me. Naked. All night.”

You try to swallow but can’t. You don’t want him to know that you’ve replayed that night in your mind over and over every night since then.

“I remember how after we… well, you know… you were so happy. The happiest I’d ever seen you. You literally got up, put on my shirt and played the exact same song you were dancing to earlier, and danced with pure joy.”

Oh, shit. You hadn’t even noticed.

“I have seen you naked. But nothing ever seemed so attractive than that moment.”

“Okay, I remember,” you confess.

He smiles and slowly starts to make his way to you. You take a step back but the counter stops you. “I want to repeat that moment again....”

You’re breathless and he hasn’t even reached you yet. The way his eyes roam over your face, down your neck, your chest and lower down almost has you hyperventilating.

The last time you guys were together, you didn’t stay in contact until tonight. He left you wanting so much more and it wasn’t a heartbreak, but more like a longing. If you agreed to what he was proposing, chances are that he will leave you with that feeling once more.

But then again, you’ve been daydreaming about this moment for over a year.

He’s standing inches from you now. He places his hands on the counter on either side of you, completely entrapping you. His breath washes over your face and it’s like a drug. You want more. You’ll always want more.

“Let me…” he begins but you’re already nodding.

His head leans down and his lips press onto your cheek and electricity runs from that point all the way down to your toes. He pulls back to look at your reaction and he seems satisfied. Yet, he doesn’t make any movement to kiss you again.

“One more,” you breathe out.

He smirks and tilts his head but this time his mouth is on yours. Your hands are fisting around his shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss starts out slow and sensual, both of you taking your time, tasting each other and savoring what you had missed.

Then his hands find your waist and he pulls you up until you’re sitting on the counter. He parts your legs and positions himself in between them, all the while never breaking the kiss- which has now turned into a hungry one. Your tongues thrash with one another and your hands are everywhere; his hair, on his neck, pulling at his shirt.

You hear shouting near the door and you immediately push him away but not far. You face the door, panting and when you can no longer hear anything, you look down at him. His lips are red and slightly swollen, his hair a sexy mess.

You both laugh softly and his hands wrap around your lower back. “One more?” He asks you, his eyes glinting joy mixed with lust.

You nod and lean down to kiss him again but he pulls back, shaking his head. “I meant… one more night?”

You start to think but you’ve always been thinking. Always overthinking. Who knows when you’ll get a chance like this again?

“One more night,” you confirm.

You expect him to leap with joy but instead, his finger reach for your chin and he tilts your head back. You gasp as the contact of his lips on the skin of your neck sends chill down your spine. You hold onto him tightly and cradle the back of his head.

He then lifts you up from the counter, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist. He begins to walk towards the door, manages to open it while still holding you up and walks out into the hallway. Without you having to tell him, he walks towards your bedroom.

“One more,” he orders and now you know what he’s asking.

You lean down and kiss him again and again, showing him how much you want him. You hear the door open and he steps inside.

“One more?” You ask when you pull back.

“One more,” he whispers before you shut the door and the world outside with it.

[thetaekooklibrary]

fics with bff vmin pls? other than that you've tagged. thanks!

our bffs 95z tag is updated quite often since it’s in so many fics, but I just did a quick search for recent ones that weren’t in our tag lol

Omega by Wontonz - Taehyung doesn’t expect to wake up one morning with his own body’s lubricant dripping down his thighs, nor does he expect for his best friend to be exactly what he needs to fix his little problem.

GAME OVER: Side Quest by mintsoda - “Taehyung’s eyes grow bigger than two moons, his mind goes blank, and he feels like he’s still falling from the impact of the other man throwing him down to the ground when he looks into the other’s eyes, when he takes in the scowl on his lips, the cute nose and the jet-black hair that falls into his face airily, covering his furrowed, strong eyebrows. All the sounds around him are muffled as he continues to just stare, and even when Jimin appears next to them and clutches at the stranger’s arm Taehyung cannot seem to rip his eyes away from him. And that’s when he knows that he is completely and utterly done for.” Taekook side story for our Yoonmin fic GAME OVER where rich heir Taehyung falls hopelessly in love with Jimin’s bodyguard Jeongguk.

but all your flaws and scars are mine by misanthrpic - taehyung hates the (totally hot) bratty freshman that stole his spot in the art exhibition.

Be a man, a real man (gotta see u love me) by nutaella - I found your flashdrive still connected to the computer AU & a slight coffee shop AU or the time when Jeongguk saw a flashdrive connected to the lone computer he usually uses in the library and is eager to find out who the cute owner is

chong! jojun! balsa! (point! aim! shoot!) by nutaella - sunflower

The Wheels on the Bus (Go ‘Oh Shit, He’s Cute’) by officialkth - Jeon Jeongguk misses his stop – and Jimin’s party – when a cute stranger falls asleep on him on the bus. (part 1 of the adventures of shy!guk and model!tae series)

freesia by mintsoda - “‘You should have just let me die!’ he yells again and starts walking away, tears now flowing down his face. He can’t believe that he of all people got soulmated by a vampire. Why him of all people? ‘Wait,’ the vampire shouts, ‘I don’t even know your name!’ ‘You should have thought about that before you gave me your blood to drink!’ Taehyung yells back and keeps walking through the rain.” Taehyung and Jeongguk become soulmates – more or less – by accident.

Loving every day about you by hes_kth - “Yes,” Jimin closes his eyes for a moment. “I don’t know if you realized this but you’ve been sticking to him all the time, he’s been sticking to you, and you guys do couple-y things all the time. Not that anybody’s bothered by it. I don’t think you understand how much he likes holding you?” “What?” Or,Jeongguk likes holding Taehyung close and the older doesn’t realize for a long time that friends don’t really do that.

You hit me head on (got me weak in the knees) by Fourthfireshadow - It’s really hard to hide all the ‘Whipped’ in front of the cameras. or, alternatively. The one where Jungkook is the Golden Maknae of BTS and Taehyung is a quickly rising Youtuber and BTS fanboy.

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