#Things have been messed up for awhile I just didnt realize how much

[gomzwrites]

Its 7am atm but my brain won’t shut up about this idea I have

Just thinking about their reactions to reader struggling with clothes - too tight or too loose

Not proofread, apologies for the errors

Tags: xgn!reader, suggestive tones(18+ mdni), I suppose this is also like pervy!cod members in some sense xD, mentioned of injury, possessive, musk kink(?), markings, tattoo

John Price

Everyone was given a new pair of military gears and outfits today, you had placed and wrote down the size you wanted previously

And yet still somehow they messed it up and your pants came in smaller than your regular size

You decided to try it on anyways because you can’t do much

That was a mistake

You pulled the pants, trying and skipping around as it gets caught around your ass, you gave another few more try before ultimately giving up, realizing that you might tore the fabric in the process

And so you push it back down, only to realize it wont budge

Great

You lay down on the floor, hands splayed on the floor as you let out a loud defeated sigh

“You alright there?” Price came by as he heard your voice, halting as he sees you on the floor

“I give up” you say as you craned your neck to look at him and pointed your pants

“Cant fit and cant remove it” you said before frowning and gestured your pants

He laughs slightly before kneeling before you

“Let me help”

He said as he gives those pants a tug, and it doesnt budge

He grumbles slightly as he lower down the zipper slightly, thank god you had a black tight pants on(like those swimmer type idk the type wheeze but just know you’re not in undies)

He tries again but it didnt move, so he held your knees up slightly, “close your legs” he said before shifting slightly

With a harder grip, he yanks the pants and this time it finally moved, but you also moved along side with it due to his strength, slapping his knee-thigh area with your ass

You blush slightly as you propped yourself up with your elbow, but Price didn’t say anything as he gives another tug

He continues doing that and each time your skin would come in contact with him, making a small slap sound every time, you can’t help but felt like you’re in quite a suggestive situation, and the grunts and curses he lets out only made things worse

Bit by bit he managed to pull it out until your knees, where you wiggle the rest of it out without much struggle

There were a few red marks on your thighs by the time the pants was removed, he traced one of it with his thumb and whispered

“Does it hurt?”

It took you a second to register his question before you shake your head, he gives a nod as his fingers lingered for awhile, before clearing his throat as he leaves, you missed the warmth of his fingers

“I’ll get you a new pair” “okay”

You slapped your cheeks after he left to hopefully set your mind straight, get a grip, he’s your captain ffs! you thought to yourself

Little did you know, Price was fighting his own struggles as he watch your thighs jiggle with every tug, and your skin was so soft and the way you stared up at him with those eyes of yours made him go crazy inside

He knows he shouldn’t be having these thoughts, but man oh man

How would it feel like having them littered with bite marks and hickies? How would it feel like if he were to use those squishy thigh to slide his hard-

He prayed you didn’t catch on his thoughts when he stood up, an bulge forming in his pants

Kyle Gaz Garrick

You queued up at a clothing shop, excited to try on one of those compression shirt that you’ve been wanting to get since you seen them online, and it just so happened that this specific black one is on sale

But you know how it is with items that are on sale, they often come in sizes that are either too big or too small

In your case, too small

You tried it on regardless, wedging it through your head with a few grunts

Eventually you got it on, and you looked good, the shirt clearly hugging onto your figure and showing off your features

But you can barely breathe

“Sweetheart ye done?” Your boyfriend Kyle asked as he knocks your door gently

You adjusted yourself better and held your breath as you open the door and grin

His eyes widen as he takes in your form, hands already on you as he praises and smirk back at you

“Holy damn- look at you, my sexy thing~”

He gave you a lil turn until he realized your breath were strained, and you were using your neck muscles more, not to mention each breath you took was shorter and more frequent

He instantly pulled the shirt around your chest a little, then frowning as he stared back at you with nothing but concerns in his eyes

“Hey its too tight isnt it?” He whispered softly as he rest his warm hands on your waist

“Yeah but, I look good though”

“Nuh uh, that doesn’t matter if you can’t breathe baby”

“But its on sale!”

“We can go other outlet to check it”

“Thats so much trouble though”

“Its not I promise, lets get these out okay?”

He gave a kiss on your head as he slowly raised em up, until it was around your chest

“Jesus…” he mutters in a whisper as he takes a look at you through the mirror, the shirt did looked hella good on you, but seeing your skin exposed like this? Mmm that’s a better view

You watched as he slowly kneel down and trace his lips around your hips, you squirmed slightly as you nudge his head

“K-kyle, we cant-“

“Shh”

He shushed before kissing on your skin, nibbling it as he left them everywhere, then giving a hard suck just above your V line all of the sudden as you let out a choked sob

He lets go and lick his lips as he looks up at you with a devilish grin

“I’ll wait outside, yeah?”

He whispered when he stood up and left the changing room, you contemplated if you seriously needed that compression shirt as you look at the mark he left you, god does he knows just how to rile you up

Simon Ghost Riley

You hissed out with a suppressed groan as you lay against the couch with a bandage over your abdomen, without painkillers the dull aching pain was getting to you

You had a stab wound at the very last moment during the mission and Ghost had to settled it hastily with the med kit, bringing you to a safe house nearby

You didnt even realize you had goosebumps all over your arm as you shiver slightly, your shirt was torn in the process and some of it were used as a makeshift tourniquet to cut off the blood supply, now only having a pillow covering your chest

“Here”

You heard a gruff voice behind you as something was tossed over your head, you quickly picked it up and realize it was one of his spare t shirt

You complied and wore it, realizing it was HUGE, the hem of the shirt extended until your thighs and the sleeves were covering until your forearm

You let out a hum of amusement as you whispered back a small “thanks” as you slide back to the couch

It smelled like him, and its warm and rather cozy, and that gave you a some comfort

You closed your eyes as you pulled up the shirt slightly so that the neckline was covering your nose, inhaling it and breathing slowly until eventually you dozed off

It will take a few hours before help can arrive anyways

Ghost had been watching from the side, and seeing how his clothe draped over your form has definitely awaken something in him

He slowly, and quietly kneel down beside you, careful not to stir you awake as he observes and look at you closely

God, he’d never realize how good you looked in something that was his

He wonders how you would look like with nothing but his big t shirt

It felt like he was marking you in some ways, showing off(albeit theres no one else) to everyone that you’re his(even though you’re not……yet)

What really made him clenched his jaw was how you were inhaling his smell, did you liked his scent that much? Mmm if only…

If only he could take you and cover you in his musk, rubbing it off on yours, letting everyone knows just who claimed you

John Soap MacTavish

You were training with him today to improve your hand-to-hand combat skills

One thing about Soap is that he will never go easy on you

So he would flip you, get you into a headlock, knocked you over with every chance he get

“Come on, yer need to faster rookie”

You huff and glare back at him as you take your stance, muscles already aching as you tug your pants

You regretted wearing this one

For some reason, you couldn’t find any regular pants you wear and so you dug out this old pants, but it was much bigger and it was falling every few seconds

You would’ve worn a belt, you should’ve worn a belt but you were rushing and didn’t thought about it

As you get distracted, Soap lunged on you as you barely avoided his fist, but he was fast as he gave a kick on your feet, tumbling you down for probably the 20th time on this session as you yelped

He grin and lets out a victorious laugh as he looked down on you, then stops as he notice just a small part of your undies revealing, along with a tattoo that was around your back, oh

You were on the ground, with your face towards the floor and ass towards him as you groan, panting out a few breaths as you try to lift yourself up slowly

“Giving up already?” He tuts as he comes closer and squat down, taking a better look at your backside with half-lidded eyes

He never knew you had tattoo, and it’s one of those tramp stamp nonetheless, which was really hot in his opinion. You had a small symmetrical wings with some thorns beside it as a design

But what really caught his attention was the hem of your undies, black, nothing crazy but still, it clearly distracts him enough that he didnt realize you were watching him stare at you

“Enjoying the view, Sarge?”

You wiggle your ass as he snapped out of his trance and cleared his throat, looking away with a blush.

“Ah-sorry, didnt mean to stare”

“You can stare”

He looked back at you with a frown as you flash him a grin, arching your back slightly as you wiggle your ass again

“Yer gonna be the death of me” he said with a laugh as he slaps your ass slightly, making you yelp as you giggled and tries to sit up, only to be yanked by your leg as he spins you around

Your legs were now beside his waist as he pulls you close, grinding on you as you blush

“Lets get on with a few private lessons…yeah?”

a/n: im updating Gaz's color with pink instead of yellow bcuz my friend mentioned it was hard to see if someone uses light mode tumblr :]

[artist-issues]

Honestly the main beef I have with this whole snowwhite business is that i think at least forty to sixty percent of the magic that comes from the animated movie is like, the animals? that animation itself is probably the more accurate reason, I suppose. I don't know enough words to describe this accurately but i don't see how live action could capture the sheer delight of two birds wringing out a shirt, or a turtle being used as washboard, or raccoons trying to sweep dust under the rug before Snow White scolds them.

I think the animation style is just, a delight to the eyes. and cgi cant mimic that whatsoever yet unless your under a talented director that knows precisely what they are doing. and I don't think that kind of director would even work with Disney in the first place.

Unrelated but a while ago i was listening to some of the songs of the original cause i suspected that those were the most slept on songs of the famous Disney Song discography in pop culture, and something that leapt out to me in the I'm Wishing song, is that it doesn't really matter whether or not the Wishing Well is actually magic, because Snow White making a wish into a well that makes a loud echo is precisely what gets the Prince's attention, and thus, by making a genuine wish from the heart, actually made it come true, which is payed off in the end because her Prince remembers and searches for her, which also means that by making a genuine wish in faith right in the beginning of her story ensured her being found/woken up in the end of the film, which...is like really neat when you think about it. I have trouble thinking of any Disney Princess that makes an action right at the beginning of her story that ensures at least a part of their ending.

i wouldn't have realized it without finding your post laying out how cool the Original Snow White film was, so thank you.

as for the whole Snow White Live Action situation I did think a good portion of the situation was rather stupid, as when i heard that a live action was in the works I didnt even have the energy to roll my eyes becuase I honestly thought that the Mouse was scrapping the bottom of the barrel on that one. I do think that Ms. Ziegler was downright stupid about her comments and should have been far more tactful, and I also do think that a lot of the response to her comments were out of proportion. Its a shame because while i'm sure some of the response was based in pointless racism; I think a lot more of the internet response was just dumping their frustrations on Ziegler rather than the real culprit of the whole damn mess, which is the Mouse. (Also personally I have heard this chick sing and I don't think her voice matches whatsoever. tho the same can be said for plenty of the live action singing at this point.)

i really like your blog and find your writing interesting. Thank you for putting your blog out here. I don't agree with everything you write of course, but i appreciate having the chance to read them. I wrote this mostly for kicks cause i've been thinking of reaching out for awhile and i figured i might as well do it now.

hope you have a good day

I appreciate all this so much! (naturally I wonder which things you disagree with but I guess that’s neither here nor there) YES, totally, the part with the wishing well, that’s the idea! The Queen is all about disguises and tricks, and the Dwarves hide from strangers, but Snow White does neither of those things; she’s all heart all the time, and acts on faith, especially in her attitude.

I agree with you about Zegler, and I agree with you about the animation style. It’s all so good, and as the first animated feature film, it’s hard to imagine the story not animated. Everything is very soft, water-colored, and round. I don’t think any live-action attempt can come close to that while still looking…well, real!

Anyway. Thank you for your comments!

[fnaf-girls-world]

it’s been awhile. i’m a sophomore now and im doing better, i have a new crush and a new vibe. but i just wanted to let out some things i have no bravery to talk about irl. the first guy i talked to in the beginning of the year i talked about a couple times on this app. he was so fun, and he was also the worst thing to ever happen. it’s not like we dated, i just liked him a little bit (more of the idea of him). but who knew someone that you never really had a relationship with could leave you with a trauma you didn’t realize you had. when the whole thing was over and i was done with him, consciously i moved on really quickly, but i subconsciously held onto it and feared a repeat. so when i got the next boys number i was scared that id mess up or something and he’d repeat the same thing. telling my mom about the whole situation really made me realize some stuff, talking about it made it easier to deal with. but now i realize that it plays more in other stuff. i have a new crush and so far i only noticed him because he stared at me. when i decided to follow him in instagram i got scared and didnt wanna because i thought “what if he thinks im weird” or “what if im the one staring at him?” little things that just don’t make since to worry about. which was proven by the fact that after i followed him he messaged me with ease, he initiated an interaction. so what am i getting to? i was left with a fear of being shunned or bought as a weird person by some guy who just had a bunch of negative things to say. ever since i met that guy my emotions in a way were heightened, i mainly cried more. i cried more with anything that had to do with social interactions not just a crush, just social stuff in general. this boy got to me so bad that it affected a lot of my social anxiety. i hated going to school, i felt like everyone knew how he felt and they all sided with him even though a max of 4 people knew and were all nobody’s. i’m so scared to the point that every time i follow someone new or if someone follows me i like to make sure they aren’t following him. i subconsciously try not to say to much around him out of the fear of being judged. why is it affecting me so much? he only said a couple mean things so why does it leave me so traumatized. it wasn’t even my choice to do the things that had him calling me stuff. i didn’t wanna look crazy, i didn’t wanna send those obsessive messages but everyone told me to and then they all left me after he thought i was a crazy. they knew it was wrong, but maybe i should’ve just did my own thing. i know better now and hopefully i’ll get better now, i just really hope that this trauma doesn’t last for the rest of my life, hopefully just for a couple months.

(9/2/24, 1:07am)

[vomixxlolz]

hello everyone its been awhile huh i mean i posted on sep 2 but thats was only for my new account

alot of things has changed i no longer go by astaroth mictian i go but gutz gaffuu levi vi and other namws and im still he/they

i am no longer with my ex thx god after that relationship i took time to reflect on myself and started getting in a deep depression all memories i just let go came back all 8 years being online has rlly messed me up letting myself get groomed and treated horribly

im taking my steps to becoming better and finally talking in therapy and trying to become better and let go of every thats messed me up the internet is a scary place and younger me didnt do alot research to know ive messed up many times and i now realize those mess ups and i truely dont know how to fix them theres peoples i wish to talk to again but im honestly scared bc i dont want to mess things up more bc im still in the process of recovering from literally everything i put myself threw being online and being around horrible people irl hell ive gotten myself in so much drama and i hated it thats why im not going to interact with any negativity and stay away from drama

i am working hard to fix myself so im no longer this depressed person but first i need to let go of alotbof things and get over the fact some people just cant forgive which in all honesty its their choice ive ment new people now who r supporting me to get better and putting yourself around positive things and people give you enough confidence and motivation to get better

and to the people ive hurt from my stupid actions in the past i apologize and hope we could try again some day i didnt see what i had until i lost it things i did were messy and i am really sorry

my therapist wants to diagnose me with DID which i actually might have i have been having such horrible memory loss hallucinations and blacking out something else controlling me while im just like in a void it feels i plan to get that checked out a therapy for that too i dont feel like im a whole person anymore and im working on getting that fixed asap

ive just been scared to post and all that as well

thank you everyone-levi

new account @gutzanimation

[clanhaven]

Hello Friends

ooc: Hi there, it’s me...Raven, again.  I did not want to have to do this but at this point I literally have no choice. As I type this I’m living in a house owned and inhabited by a man who: -Has lots of guns, yes he has permits for them. One is in his nightstand.  -Is showing signs of dementia, basically losing his mind. -Has grown more and more aggressive toward me, especially after I called him out on being a creep. -I just found out he apparently raped a girl 30 years ago, it was said he locked her up in a hunting cabin. He was never caught because she wouldn’t say anything... but she never recanted.  I want everyone on here to know, because...he doesn’t even know about tumblr, if something happens to me....Jon Shoemaker did it.  And if I disappear in the next month I hope someone will take this post, call the police, and ask them to track down the person who wrote it/the IP address.  I’m trying to get to Kansas to my Girlfriend, because I have nowhere else to go here in Florida. Being homeless here is literally just as dangerous as being with this guy. Only I would have no way of preparing for that danger. Otherwise I would be happily sleeping outside right now. The shelters here have also all been closed or overrun for months, ever since Covid...  Right now I only have $85.00 to my name.  The cheapest flight is $115 and will probably be gone before I can get the money for it anyway. Realistically I will probably need $150 at the least.  Again, I did not want to do this. I never wanted to be seen as the one always asking for money but I can’t let that guilt get in the way right now as I’m afraid for my life.  I hope it will be the last time. If you would like to donate to me, to help me out. This is my Paypal.  paypal.me/AlexandraFlanary Some friends also want to help me set up a Patreon as well.

[aves-ery]

The Woman in the Cabin; W. Maximoff

*not my gif*

pairing; wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary; a runaway happens to stumble upon wanda maximoff

warnings; talk of physical abuse

You had sprinted away from the small town, immediately into the mountains and into the forests. The man you called your boyfriend, now ex boyfriend, had gotten drunk and threw you into the wall. If you didnt get out then, it would've been worse.

It had been a few days now, and you were growing inpatient with food and water. You hadn't packed anything, you had just left, which the more you think about the more you have mixed feelings about.

Your dress was now dirty and your flannel was the only thing protecting your arms... not that it was doing good now, it was torn from leaves and branches and soaked from blood and tears.

You heard the stream of water running, and you stumbled while running towards it. The ground began to shine and you threw your flannel and dress off before shoving yourself into the water.

You sighed in relief, wrapping your arms around your body. Some wounds stung, like the ones on your calfs and your knees.

As you were washing your body, your eyes started to wander over the view. Quickly though, you noticed a small, log cabin in between the valley of mountains. How had you not noticed it before?

You almost tripped trying to get out of the river, stumbling to cover up, deciding to just throw the flannel over your undergarments. It barely touched mid thigh. You slipped on your shoes, and stumbled down the rest of the mountain and into the valley.

As you stood outside the cabin, you were debating if someone lived in there. If someone did, you would have to explain why you were a mess, even still dirty after sitting in the river for a few minutes. You'd have to explain why you were miles away from civilization.

With a deep sigh, you made your way up onto the deck, your dress neatly folded and draped on your arm. You bit your lip hard, and knocked lightly three times.

There was the sound of ruffling on the other side, you backed up just a little, and tightened your grip on your dress.

"Who is it?" A voice asked from the other side. Before you could answer, the door flung open, revealing a ginger woman in jeans and a button-up. She had a bright smile on her face. "Hello!" She said.

"Um hi." You said nervously under her gaze. The woman eyed your choice of clothes, and her eyes quickly turned into concern, and then widened in realization.

"You're- You're the runaway from town." She spoke fast, and took your hand and drug you inside. You panicked, she knew who you were. She'd take you back.

"Please don't take me back. I can't go back th-"

"Hey. No. No. After you left, I was there that day, word quickly spread on what he did. I'm sorry that he did that." She closed the door, and tilted her head. "I have some brownies baking in the oven? How about you stay? It's much better than... staying out there." She gave you a warming smile, and you nodded, already intrigued by the woman and how sweet she was.

She walked farther into the cabin, it wasn't that late but it was nice and quiet. A lot different from the small but loud town. The woman gestured to the couch, inviting you to sit. You did, and watched as she cleaned up a few dishes and took the brownies out of the oven.

"So, my name is Wanda. You might want to know that if you're staying for awhile." She said, already taking out a brownie, and hissing at how hot it was on her hand. You laughed, and adjusted to sit on your legs.

"Y/n. You probably already know that," You smiled as she set another brownie on a plate and handed you one. "Thank you," You said softly.

"Can I wash your dress and flannel? I'll get you a sun dress and another flannel if you'd like, I have plenty. Or anything else. You can look through my closet if you'd like. And you can take a shower. If you want. It's totally up to you." Wanda rambled, already shuffling to her room to grab a sundress.

"I'd like a shower! I can go in after and look at some of the clothes?" You yelled. Wanda gave a thumbs up from our her bedroom door, and came back with a towel.

______

Wanda was a very caring person, she let you wear her clothes and walk around without your socks on. She did tell you you have to atleast wear socks when outside. Your ex boyfriend, Jakob, wouldn't allow you to. You had to have your socks on inside, and you hated it. You liked to be barefoot, like to have your feet feel the different surfaces.

It wasn't just the fact she let you walk around with no shoes or wear her clothes, but the first night she had let you sleep in her bed, and didn't complain when you had shakily told her that you didn't like onions on your food.

"Holy shit! I'm so sorry." she quickly took it away from you. Silently cursing herself for not asking you what you like on your food.

"It's okay! It smells delicious though, Wanda." You beamed at her, and messed with the hem of her dress you were wearing.

It's another thing you liked about her. The way her clothes smelt, and why did they fit perfectly on your body?

"So off topic," Wanda was already cooking you new food as she spoke to you, "I have to go to town. I just went, but I didn't know I'd have an extra women staying with me. So I need some more food," She looked up at you. "You don't need to come with, I actually don't expect you to. But I just wanted to give you a warning before I left."

"That's fine. I'll probably hangout here and take a nap," You said and waddled over to stand beside her. The ginger looked at you, her green eyes dark and hazy, making you shift on your feet. "Maybe you should take a nap too, you look tired."

"Yeah, the couch isn't all that comfortable to sleep on," She looked down at the food, chuckling to herself.

"You can always take the bed, Wanda. Or we can share it. We are both adults." You took the oab off the stove, and preparing your meal.

Wanda blushed profusely, looking away and turning off the stove. You smiled at her side profile, and slipped behind her, lightly brushing her lower back.

______

When Wanda came back, you were cuddled up to her pillows and in one of her bigger shirts. The ginger blushed at it, and set the bags down on the floor. She had shut the door so she wouldn't bother you.

Wanda put everything away, and set the few things she got for you out. She has bought you a new flannel jacket, hence fall was coming up. There was also a few new outfits. They were mostly jeans and skirts, because it was most the stuff of hers you wore.

"Wands?" You groggily asked, standing in the doorframe, her blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

Wanda's stomach fluttered with butterflies at the sight, and she quickly looked away. "Hi, Y/n. I bought you... um I bought you a few things."

You smiled brightly, and waddled over to look at them. The second you looked at the clothes, tears welled your eyes and you closed them. "Wanda..." You whispered.

"I just... I don't mind you in my clothes but since you're staying for awhile- I don't know- I thought you might want something of your own! And maybe you're own bedroom too, we could hire someone for an add on. I just- I want you here, Y/N, here with me. Safe. So no one else can hurt you. Not him. Not the townspeople. No one." She looked at you, now realizing her words probably scared you away. They didn't though, they calmed you. Someone wanted you. Wanted you safe. You wanted to kiss her, to show her you wanted her too. Wanted to be here. Instead, though, you hugged her.

The woman hugged back immediately. Her arms tight around your waist, lifting you up slightly. Your arms around her neck, and then one dropping to her stomach so you could bury your face in her neck.

The hug was comforting, the best hug you've gotten in awhile. She smelt of the blossoms that were scattered through the yard.

The older woman rested her chin on top of your head, standing on her tiptoes to do so. Eventually, the two of you pulled away, still close enough, though, to be able to want to kiss her. That it was insanely hard to not press eachothers lips together.

Wanda leaned her forehead onto yours, brushing her fingertips along your forearm, and then wrapping around your back, to bring you in even closer.

The proximity of your guys' lips was now unbearable. The two of you so close, that you'd do the thing were you'd nudge your head up and get closer, but still resisting.

"Wanda, I really want to kiss you..." You mumbled, wrapping your arms around her neck once again. Wanda bit her lip tightly, probably drawing blood.

"I..." Wanda closed her eyes tightly, before backing away. You were shocked, and immediately wrapped your arms around your body, backing away too. "I think um, I'm gonna make some pasta tonight," Wanda turned away, eyes shut tightly. She regretted not kissing you, why did she pull away? You said you wanted to kiss her, what was pulling her away from you?

"I'm gonna-" Your voice cracked, you wanted to cry. It made you stand up straighter, knowing that she might catch you about to cry over a non-existent kiss. "Gonna take a shower." You quickly finished.

You spun around fast, immediately going to Wanda's room to grab a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt. You then headed into the bathroom, immediately breaking into tears.

Not wanting Wanda to hear you cry, you started the shower. Stripping yourself of your clothes and stumbling into the shower. Tears were streaming down your face, and you accidentally let out a loud sob, one Wanda would most likely hear.

You sat, too lazy to stand. The one person who cared to even have you around, didn't even want you the way you wanted her. You held your hands to your ears, crying harder, biting your lip so she wouldn't hear you.

It meant nothing to her, a silly mistake with a random girl who showed up on her doorstep, that she felt obligated to take care of. That was it.

______

When you woke up in the morning, you were curled on the couch, face still red from crying yourself to sleep. You tried convincing yourself you were overreacting.

Wanda was already up, sleeping great for the first time in awhile. Wanda felt guilty for not taking the couch, but when you had emerged from the shower last night, you hadn't said a word to her. Didn't eat. Just laid on the couch, trying to hide the fact that she knew you were crying. The redhead also felt bad for not kissing you, despite wanting to feel your plump lips against her own. Because she knew the moment you'd kiss her, or vice versa, you would tangle your perfect hands in her hair. And then she'd drag her hands down your neck, adding light pressure. It'd make you gasp for air, and then she'd find a way in, so her tongue could dance with yours. The kiss would end up in Wanda with an extreme attachment, more than the one she has now. And attachment leads to heartbreak, and Wanda sore to never let anyone hurt you. Ever again.

You turned around, eyes blurry, not adjusted to the light yet, or the smell of pancakes and bacon. Her figure was there, humming and listening to a Taylor Swift song.

"And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear," She sang out loud. You're heart swelled at her voice. "Have I known you twenty seconds, or twenty years?"

You sat up, stretching slightly and walked up to the counter. Wanda jumped at your presence and held her hand to her thumping heart. "Give a girl a warning next time, bun."

You're stomach filled with butterflies at the name, and you turned away clenching your jaw at the thought of last night. Wanda noticed and looked down at the food.

"Do... do you want to.. to um talk about it?" Wanda asked with a deep breath and close of her eyes. You bit down on your lip controlling a sob.

"Yes... yes please," You looked at her, your eyes welling with tears. Wanda panicked, and turned off the stove. She sat you down on the couch, her full attention on you as she sat with you.

Tension filled the air and Wanda played with the hem of her tank top. "Okay, what happened last night. Y/n... I wanted... I want to kiss you. But-But I... I. God this is gonna sound so dumb. I told you I wouldn't let anyone hurt you, and that means me too, Y/N."

Your heart fluttered at her words, and then you frowned, "Wanda, it's what a relationship... it's what relationship is. And I want you, to kiss me, please." You looked at her

Wanda laughed, a little bit at you, and moved her hands to wrap around your waist, "Relationships also mean talking about things."

"Well, I want you, Wanda. And we can't be shared to go into it. I know, you'd never hurt me like him. The month I've been here you've been the sweetest, and you are nothing like him. I trust you. With all my heart," You grew happier with every look she gave you. "So, I think, we could kiss? Once, baby?" You kissed her

Wanda gasped, kissing back and hugging you into the kiss. She ran her hands up your back. You grabbed her shoulders pushing her onto the couch. The kiss was sweet, even if you and Wanda didn't acknowledge the underlying hunger, even if both of you felt it. Wanda had smiled in the kiss, causing you two to break apart.

You let your head fall onto your shoulder, and you laughed. "Twice? Can we kiss again?" Wanda laughed too, pulling you into her again, a deep, lovely kiss.

[dr4cking]

His Mother’s Garden.

masterlist taglist

draco malfoy x reader | smut | enemies to lovers

a/n : this is so random bye :”

"y/n, come down here for a minute, darling. i have something to tell you" y/n sighed slowly getting up from her lovely bed as she heard her mom called her to come downstairs.

"yes, mother?" her mom greeted y/n with a big smile while her father sitting on the couch, y/n feels like she was going to be interrogated, she grabbed a bottle of water and drink.

"sweetie go pack your stuff and dress nicely, we're going to stay at Malfoy Manor for 3 days." she felt as if her breath got taken away somewhere when she choked on the water, her mother worriedly run to her and smack her back.

"pardon me, mother. but i think i've misheard about what you just said" y/n's mother just chuckled at her daughter's reaction.

"no darling, you heard it right, we're going to stay at their place"

"but why so sudden, mother? you know i hate their son" y/n whines loudly thinking about how awkward it is to spend the day with the malfoys.

"well i met narcissa earlier in gringgots, its been so so long, you know we're very close when we were young, and your dad here is working at the ministry with lucius malfoy too, darling. so we really have to catch up" her mother explained it with her bubbly energy, she did tell y/n how she and narcissa were basically best friends in their time.

"but why do we have to literally stay there? we could've just hung out there and then go back home" y/n frowns, taking a seat beside her father.

"of course not, narcissa is the one who suggested the idea and it would be rude of me to reject it, now dont be a baby and do as i say its only for three days, honey. this is the end of the discussion or we're gonna be late" her mother cupped her cheeks smiling so wide and give her a little kiss on her right cheek before taking her hand and shoved her to go back to her room.

she goes to her room, started to packing while blabbering about her mother, she picked a pleated skirt and putting on a knit sweater, she put on a light makeup and grabbed her sneakers, she doesnt want to dress up so much because she didnt want to go in the first place.

she takes her bag with her going downstairs seeing her parents already waiting at the front door, she huffed.

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"ah, finally the (your surname)'s here! y/m/n, who is this lovely lady, is this y/n? oh my god, you've grown up" narcissa said as she hugs y/n after she hugged her mother greeting her family, y/n smiles and nod turning the gesture politely.

"lucius, draco! hurry, come here."

both of the platinum blonde-haired men appeared at the door, lucius greet y/n's father, giving y/n a small nod, but draco stayed behind his parents, just looking up and down at y/n smirking making her rolled her eyes at him.

the malfoys lead her family in, showing their room for their stay, the house elves taking their things. as y/n wanted to follow her parents, a hand grabbed her wrist stopping her steps.

she looks up only to meet the boy she loathed so much in their school. draco lucius malfoy.

"not so fast y/l/n" draco pulled her closer, a smirk still plastered on his lips.

"get your filthy hand off of me, ferret. i’m not in the mood." y/n snickered yanking her hand back.

"ooo, feisty. listen y/n, i just want to make a peace for awhile. at least can we try to be civil? i dont want to ruin our parent's moment, and besides that, you're staying in my house, i dont want it to be awkward." draco rubbed the back of his neck staring at her.

"ugh fine, whatever draco" y/n turns and run to follow her parents not wanting to talk to draco for any longer, leaving draco behind who just rolled his eyes at her behavior.

the day goes on so fast, their parents talked and chatted all day, leaving draco and y/n no choice but just to listened and joined their conversation, they both wonder if their parents ever get tired, as the night finally came, everyone already going to their rooms.

y/n wake up from her sleep groaning, she took a look at the clock, it was 2 am.

she rubbed her eyes, her throat feels so dry, she decided to go downstairs to grab a drink before going back to sleep.

"what are you doing at this hour, y/n?" y/n turns around from the refrigerator finding draco who stood behind her with his grey sweatpants. merlin's beard, he looks hot.

"cant you see im drinking, idiot"

y/n close the refrigerator and started to walk back to her room wanting to avoid draco as fast as she can but she only made three steps before draco pushed her against the refrigerator trapping her making y/n let out a squeal.

"you’ve got a big mouth, dont you sweet thing?" draco smirk seeing her flushed face, he pressed his body closer to her making her cheeks heated.

"d-draco i-"

"sshh, cat got your tongue now, hm?" draco rubbed his thumb on her bottom lip, tugging at it making y/n shivered at his touch.

"oh i see you like this, yeah?" draco leans into the crook of her neck, his hot breaths against her neck got y/n to rub her thighs together and draco placed his knee between them keeping her thighs apart.

he starts to pressed kisses along her neck causing her breath hitched, her panties are dampen when she takes a look at his lower part and his hard on brushed against her heat, she let out a soft moan and quickly pushed draco away from her.

"i- i should go" y/n runs to her room, cursing herself, draco behind her just chuckled deeply, satisfied at her reaction, but now he got some problem to take care of.

the next day came, y/n didnt get so much sleep after her last interaction with draco, just thinking about it makes a blush appeared on her cheeks, she threw away the thought of touching herself last night.

she quickly made her way to the bathroom and took a shower.

she just finished showering, putting on a bathrobe and letting off the towel on her head, but as she looked at the mirror, she screamed.

why is her hair green?!

only one name crossed her mind, she runs downstairs to get her target with anger bubbling up inside her.

"draco lucius malfoy! you better come back here! turn my fucking hair back to its color!" y/n yelled, running as fast as she can, catching draco who already ran away from her, without stopping his laughter.

"dont worry y/n, you look good with g-green" draco was panting heavily still laughing, he was still running but stopped at his mother's garden hiding behind it, hoping that y/n didnt catch him here. a smile never leaving his face.

but before draco could react more, he got tackled to the ground, y/n was hovering above him, her wand on his throat, threatening him.

she keeps talking but all he could think about was how hot y/n look on top of him, her new hair color still wet enough to drip the water down to his face, her top of the robe is low enough to show him her cleavage.

he quickly made his eyes back up to her, he would lie if he said this didnt turn him on.

"draco did you hear what i said? turn my hair color back!" y/n pushed his chest back down but her face redden as she realizes what was she doing right now, she quickly gets off of draco but only to be flipped over by him.

y/n was about to say something but got cut off by draco silencing her mouth with a kiss, he kissed her harshly, y/n was still in shock but not for long she melted into the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck deepening the kiss, they're practically swallowing each other faces, tongues fighting over the dominance, moans coming off from their lips without breaking the kiss.

memories of last night coming back to their minds.

"fuck- you're so fucking hot. do you want this y/n?" draco said as he pulled away, breathing heavily.

"yes, yes please, draco" with that, draco attached his lips to her neck, sucking and biting making a mark of his.

y/n rolled her hips on his crotch grinding against him making him let out a soft grunt, he pulls away to admire his work and he goes to untie her robe but not before he asked her permission, she nodded vigorously.

draco untied her robe making her body fully exposed in front of him, he moaned softly at the view and his lips instantly latching onto her nipple sucking and pulling it between his teeth softly making the girl squirmed. his other hand grabbed her breast squeezing it, he was amazed at how her breast fit perfectly in his hand.

y/n tugged at his shirt signaling she wants it off, draco gets the hint and takes it off, she pulled his sweatpants down making his hard cock slapped up to his stomach. she whimpered at his size wondering if it gonna fits in her.

draco groaned at the feeling of her hand pumping his cock up and down, her thumb playing at his red swollen tip, precum already oozing out of it. he stopped her hand before he cums right there.

he spreads her legs wider making the perfect view of her glistening cunt in front of him, he licks his lip, started to kiss her thighs before going to her core making her body jolted out.

"draco.. please, do something" draco smirk, he loves how he gets y/n to beg him, she sounds so hot, begging suited her.

he licked up her slit before sucking on her clit, he moaned at her taste, sending vibrations to her body, y/n gripped his hair tightly moaning his name over and over again as draco's tongue thrusting in and out of her hole.

he then inserts two fingers in her and pumping them inside of her fast, curling them inside, his tongue still licking her cunt lapping up her juices, y/n already a moaning mess.

"yes! draco right there! right fucking there.. oh god im gonna-"

of course.

of course he pulled out, right before y/n could ever reach her high leaving her whining and glared at him in anger, draco chuckles looking at her face.

"stop being so fucking greedy, y/n. you only allowed to cum when my cock is buried deep inside you" draco pumps his cock tapping it against her cunt, lining his tip up and down at her clit, y/n gets impatient but draco pushed her hips down to stop her from moving.

he slowly pushed in his entire length inside her, both of them cant help but moaning each other’s name out loud, inch by inch filling her inside. draco stopped to let her adjust as he fully inside her. he wants her to feel every part of him. y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, nodding at him to move.

"god- you're so tight y/n, i cant barely move. do you know how long i've been wanting to have you under me" draco's breath tickling her neck as he buried his face on her neck, slowly picking up his pace as he thrusts in and out of her.

"yes- fuck.. harder draco i want it rough and fast, please" draco was shocked at how y/n think her tight little pussy could take him rough and fast, but he obeyed anyway.

he grabbed her legs, putting them on his shoulder and begin to thrusting harder, rough and fast like she wanted making her cried out at the angle.

"fuck! you're such a slut y/n, letting me fuck you senseless in my mother's garden, dont you scared at the thought of getting caught, hm? oh i bet you would love that, right?" y/n only could mutter a low 'yes' as draco keep pounding at inhumanly pace making her whole body shake.

"what is it? i cannot hear you, my little slut" draco gripped her throat with his hand, pressing their foreheads together as he stared deeply into her soul not even stopping his thrusts.

"y- yes draco im your slut, i'd love tha- g- god please.."

"stop stuttering." draco's hand move down to twirling her nipples in his fingers and pinch them lightly making her yelp.

"draco?"

draco and y/n stopped their activities for a minute, staring at each other in horror, draco smirk down at her while she stared at him in confusion.

he starts to move again, snapping his hips harder, making y/n gasped, he quickly put his hand over her mouth. draco was thankful that the bushes hiding their ungodly activities perfectly.

"yes, mother?" draco said casually as if nothing was happening right now, he quickens his thrust, going deeper and harder into her while a tear rolled down on y/n's face at the feeling of the knot in her stomach tighten and she had to hold her moans.

"what are you doing there, draco?" narcissa asked as she cant found her son anywhere, only hearing his voice.

"im doing some school stuff mother, i'll be quick and head inside" draco answers holding his moans between his words feeling he would cum any sooner, he hoped his mother take the hint and leave already.

like draco expected, narcissa gives him an 'okay' before going back inside the manor but not without the hesitation in her voice but she left anyway.

"fuck.. you almost got us caught y/n" draco chuckles as his hand left her mouth, a loud moan suddenly escaped her lips.

"you're insane draco, why didnt you s- stop- oh my god.. gonna cum"

y/n cried out she cant even finishing her sentence as draco brings his hand down on her clit, rubbing in circles, getting her closer to her high, his other hand going back to choking her, he leaned in to capture her lips to hold his own high, he wanted her to cum first.

and within seconds, y/n came undone, it hit her hard causing her legs to shake, her eyes screwed shut seeing the stars all she could remember was his name when she moaned it out loud.

draco look down at his cock covered with her juices milking him, he moaned loudly and with the last thrust he collapsed on her, spurting out all of his warm thick cum inside her, painting her walls white making the girl moaned too feeling so full.

he moaned her name into her ear sending butterflies to her stomach as he rides out their orgasms. draco pulled out slowly making y/n winced, their mixed liquids dripping down to their inner thighs.

"merlin. that was so fucking hot, y/n" draco said reconnecting their lips, kissing her with passion and emotion this time.

"that was more than being civil, draco" y/n laughs making draco join her laughter too. he starts to dressed himself back up.

"there i thought we were enemies" draco said as he cleaned her up and tying her bathrobe back.

"oh we are, i still hate you" y/n poked his cheek making draco laughed.

"didnt seem like it 5 minutes ago" draco said as he captures her lips on his again as he finished cleaning her.

"round 2 in my room tonight?" draco asks as he pulled away. y/n smirked at him.

"only if you turn my hair color back" and he pulls out his wand from his pocket and swished it turning her hair back to its natural color.

both of them heading back to the manor, feeling excited and new. they stopped at their parents already waiting for them to show up in the living room with a mix expressions worn on their faces making draco and y/n blushed madly.

"im glad we decided to stay." y/n's mother breaking the silence making the room filled with laughter.

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tagging : @dracoscum :( @hellounicorn @onyourgoddamnleft @whoreforgeorgeandfred @turn-to-page-394-please @youreso-golden @dracmalf0y-dm @f4iryluvy @arzfia @slut4dracoo @alexthealexthealex

[miiracleangel]

midnight moments

with the hot middle blocker squad

Suna, Tsukishima, Mattsun, Kuroo and Tendo

how i feel some midnight talks with some of our favorite middle blocker boys would go.

⚠︎︎ light nsfw and mentions of nsfw but it’s mainly fluff and chaos with tendo

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Suna

Your lift your head up from your boyfriends chest to look at the time.

2:34am

“Fuck me” you whisper to yourself annoyed

“How can you think about fucking at a time like this” your boyfriend sleepily asks startling you. Moving his body from under you and flipping you both over with his body hovering over yours.

“ You scared me, i didn’t know you were up” you said while looking wide eyed at the ceiling while your boyfriend starts kissing at your neck and trailing down your chest before coming to a halt.

“Wait so you didn’t say that to me?”

“No Rin I was mostly talking to myself but please continue” you say quietly and amussed.

“Fuckkk thattt i’m going back to sleep” he says as a pout forms on your face watching him lay his head on your chest.

“Talk to me Rin”

“about?”

“anything”

“Alright well today Osamu “accidentally” rolled the ball cart into Astumu today and instead of apologizing Osamu punched Atsumu in the face”

“Wh-“

“Apparently Atsumu ate Osamus breakfast instead of making his own and that was his revenge”

“which one is Atsumu and which one is Osamu again”

“I don’t know”

“Rin what” he lets out a breathy laughs at your response. “Osamu has the grey hair, Atsumu has the yellow hair” he answers

“When did you finally realize you can tell them both appear?”

“two days ago”

“oh my god Rin”

“I’m playing it’s been awhile, it’s not exactly hard to tell them apart.” he mumbles. His fatigue soon taking over.

“I keep mixing up their names” you tell your boyfriend as he reaches for his phone and starts scrolling through it and brings it to your face.

“You took a video instead of stopping them?”

“yes”

“why”

“That requires me to actually do something about the situation instead of enjoy it”

“Alright Rin” you laugh as he lifts his body up to lay back next to you, laying on his stomach with a arm laid lazily across your chest. Soon sleep starts to creep upon you as well.

“Rin?”

“Sleep hoe damn”

“You’re next to be punched” he laughs at your quick remark and scoots closer to you so now you’re face to face and he plants a kiss on your lips.

“sleep” *kiss* “sleep” *kiss* “sleep-“

“I love you” you interrupt as you turn on your side to face him. Eyes closed, sleep finally taking over.

Your boyfriend smiles at your sleeping form and kisses your lips

“I love you too”

Tsukishima

“Oh my god go to sleep it’s 3am”

“cuddle me”

“why”

“Because i can’t sleep and i’m asking nicely”

Your boyfriend huffs and turns around in your bed to face you and pulls you to his chest.

“Thank you” you mumble snuggling closer to him.

“I’m gonna move”

“Don’t you dare Kei”

“Too late i’m moving” he says as he moves to lay on his back. “Now i can’t fall back asleep” he huffs.

“Wanna talk about something?” you ask moving your head to his chest as he put a hand on your back.

“Sure how about we talk about the fact my needy baby woke me up for absolutely no reason”

“ I’m gonna pretend you weren’t trying to make me sound annoying because you called me baby” you remark at him.

“You’re a pain” he remarks back

“And yet here you are next to me” you spit back.

He always loved these kinds of talks with you just back and forth with each other always wanting the last word.

He won’t admit it though you’ll use that shit against him.

“I’m here because you wanted to date me” he continues.

“You asked me out”

“You said yes”

“I should’ve said no”

“You really should’ve” he says making you both laugh at your antics.

“Believe it or not i actually like you and enjoy your presence” you say lifting your head up from his chest and resting your chin on him instead. Seeing him smile to himself while looking up at the ceiling.

“Believe it or not” he says looking down at your face, rubbing the back of his hand on your cheek.

“I’m actually in love with you”

“That’s gross Kei” you say laughing as you scoot up to lay your head in the crook of his neck and start drifting to sleep. “I’m pretty sure i’m more in love with you though”

“That’s embarrassing” he adds

“I know” were your last mumbled words before you fell asleep leaving your boyfriend to cuddle with your sleeping form. Sleep creeping upon him as well.

“I definitely love you more” he whispers into your forehead before planting a kiss on it.

Mattsun

“Issei...Issei” you repeat your boyfriends name while poking at his nose.

“Two more minutes mom” he says with a smile on his face, opening one eye to see your pouty face.

“Awww does my widdle babie have twouble sweeping” he jokingly says with a baby voice earning a eyeroll and a smile from you. He turns over so you both are facing each other.

“Did i wake you up”

“Yeah but i woke up to your dumb face so it’s okay”

“I hate you” he laughs at your reaction and starts kissing your nose between his words.

“i’m kidding i love your face” he says smiling at the end. “You wanna talk about something”

“Like what babe” you say, your big eyes staring at him through the dark room.

“let’s play 20 questions”

“Goodnight Issei”

“I’ll start, what’s your favorite color?”

You look at your boyfriend with dead eyes.

“Y/f/c, but you knew that right”

“of course i did baby” he says with a light giggle. “okay youre turn”

“What’s your favorite food”

“ those cheese filled burger steak things, but you knew that right?” he says making fun of your last remark.

you giggle “of course i did baby”

“Okay Issei next questi-“

“Are you a virgi-“

“you know the answer to that already Issei”

“shit you right” he laughs out at he goes to hover above you and starts kissing your lips.

he flips you both over so your straddling his hips, his hands roam over your ass. Fingers tracing along the hem of your underwear as you rub your clothed slit against his growing bulge

You break the kiss and sit up, stopping your movements

Mattsun let’s out a light groan “no baby keep goin-“

“My turn, if Makki was a girl would you fuck him?”

he looks at you surprised.

“depends”

“ON WHAT”

“If he has a fat ass then maybe but if he’s as flat as he is right now then no”

you look at your boyfriend dumbfounded

“unless i’m with you then obviously not unless...”

“unless what babe?” you ask moving your body to lay next to him with your head on his chest.

“threesom-“

“good night Issei” you move to your side of the bed and face away from him as he has a laughing fit.

“no baby come back next question”

you huff “Last question” you say as he sees sleep is starting to take over your mind.

He smiles at your sleepy face “How much do you love me” he asks tracing your facial features with his fingers.

“Like THIS much” you say extending your arms as far as they go.

“Well i love you THISSS much” he says extending his longer arms the same way you did then he pulls you to lay on his chest as you soon drift to sleep.

“i love you” you mumble

“cap”

“issei”

“i love you too baby”

Kuroo

You huff as you leave your room to go get a drink in the kitchen only to be met with the time on the stove

2:38am

after your drink you slowly make your way back to your room to be met with your shirtless boyfriend sitting up on your bed.

“can’t sleep” he asks as he pulls you to lay your head on his lap as you shake your head at his question. “Talk to me”

“That’s what i’m doing right now”

“well keep talking”

he rubs his hand through his hair “What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know Tetsu tell me a joke” you say sarcasticlly just to get your boyfriend to say anythjng.

“I’d tell you a chemistry joke”

“Tetsuro”

“But i know i wouldn’t get a reaction” he says belting out his cackling laugh as you turn your head to look at him.

“nerd” you said to yourself loud enough for him to hear.

“You tell me a joke then”

“What do you do to your chemistry nerd boyfriend who keeps saying bad chemistry jokes?”

“i don’t know y/n”

“you BARIUM alive”

Kuroo laughs even louder at your joke causing you to sit up and smile at his face.

“That was good babe” he says wiping tears from his eyes.

“ I learned from the best” you say planting a kiss on his cheek.

Kuroo lays back down opening his arms to invite you to lay on his shirtless chest. You’re slowly being lulled to sleep by his heartbeat and slow breathing.

“How often do you make chemistry jokes anyway?” you ask him wondering if he annoys his teammates with the same jokes until you were pushed out your thoughts by your boyfriends giggle.

“periodically” he lets out another laugh as you roll your eyes.

“not funny didnt laugh”

“you kids don’t understand good humor”

“Kuroo you’re a month older than me” you say as he gives you another laugh

“babe”

“Tetsu”

“ You make me hotter then sulfur hydroxide mixed with ethyl acetate”

“you make me vomit” he laughs at your remark before kissing the top of your head.

You lift your head up to face him and he stares at you with an adoring face rubbing his thumb across your cheek. “don’t vomit on me” he says breaking your concentration, you roll your eyes and sit up on your elbows.

“Forget hydrogen, you’re my number one element” you say to your boyfriend before you kiss his lips to fall back asleep.

He just stares at you dumbfounded and a blushed mess.

“y/n”

“yes”

“I love you”

“I love you too nerd”

Tendo

my widdle chaotic babie

You wake up to a soft sucking feeling on your nipple and stir away to look down and see what you HOPE was your boyfriend stuffed in your shirt

“Satori?”

“mhm” he hums before releasing your nipple with a pop and wiggling his way through the top of your shirt.

“babe you’re going to stretch the shirt neckline stop” you mumble sleepiness still in your voice.

“I can’t sleep and this is my shirt anyways” he says now fully emerged so both your head and squished against each other.

you let out a breathy giggle as he kisses your cheeks “talk to me i’m boredddd” he whines.

“I can tell you a story” you said removing your arms from your shirt to hug your boyfriend who refuses to leave the comfort of inside your shared shirt.

“Make it good or i’ll bite your nipple” he threatnes scooting back down, emerging back into the shirt slowly.

“bite me nipp-AH”

he continues the light sucking on your nipples and waits for your story

“Okay fucker so Once upon a time” you started. “There was a little gremlin who woke up his master from their slumber when he SHOULD be fast asleep in his quarters.”

Tendo removes himself from under your shirt “This story sucks and it feels like an attack on my life”

He gets up and starts jumping on the bed.

“ARE U SERIOUS TORI?!”

“I. NEED. TO. SLEEP” he says between jumps.

“This isn’t the way Gizmo” you say laughing as he jumps down on his butt and laughs at the nickname.

“Gizmo wasn’t that cute when he was all angry and stuff” he pouts and you’re quick to comfort him.

“He was cute before all that and he is cute still now” you say not referring to the fictional movie character and Tendo smiles and plants a kiss on your lips.

“Come here my cute little gremlin” you continue and he takes his place cuddled next to you and gets attacked by your kisses.

“Emphasis on the cute right”he says letting you grab his face and plant kisses all around his cheeks and nose.

“of course” you say in between kisses.

He lets you continue the attack of kisses. Loving the attention from you.

“Do you love me?” he interrupts

“Of course Satori” he hums at your response and hugs you into his chest.

“Okay so that means you will stay with me forever?” he whispers back making it sound more like a demand than a question cuddling closer to you to fell back asleep.

“That was a little random but sure”

“Just cuddle me bitch”

“I am you cunt”

[the-midnight-slasher-official]

vincent sinclair-breeding

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WARNING: SMUT. FORCED BREEDING. LYING

you have been in ambrose for awhile now. You cant really remember your life before ambrose. Your positive no one remembers you and or misses you. Yes bo is a huge asshole to you, and vincent is always your saving grace when bo is in a shitty mood. and lester would also be a huge saving grace as well, but hes always away doing god knows what.

Bo was huge on killing you because he didnt see any potential in you. but vincent wanted to keep you, and lester liked having you around also. So bo let you stay with vincent. Bo made it clear that your vincents pet and that your vincents problem. If anything bad happens to you vincent would be cleaning up the mess and dealing with your body. But vincent would never let anything bad happen to you. He always keeps you by his side and never lets you out of his sight.

He fell too deep in love to let you out of his sight let alone going to the bathroom. Vincent absolutely hated it when you sneak out of the room at night. He was extremely paranoid that you would leave the house and run away, and tonight just happened to be one of those nights. you were currently laying in Vincent and yours shared bed. you were locked in the bedroom in the house while Vincent worked away in the house of wax. you couldnt escape through the window because he had bo bolt it shut. you stared up at the ceiling determining whether you hated vincent or not. He kept you trapped here, and would never let you leave his side. But you deep down were very in love him, and you tried to hate him because you couldnt ever deal with the rejection from him.

while you were thinking away your worries and anxiety in the bed at 2:23 am. Vincent was also busy thinking about his worries and anxieties while he was drawing in his wax cave under the house of wax. He stopped drawing a long time ago because he began to focus on the thought of you leaving while he was trying to draw, and now thats all he can think about. So he sat at his desk and thought really hard about what could make you willingly stay without him having to force it upon you.  his biggest turn on's he had with you was your size. you were smaller than him and he found that cute and a huge turn on.

He wanted to take good care of you and give you flowers and give you baths. but he already does that. he already gives you a roof over your head and feeds you three times a day, and gives you baths and every morning he gives you flowers. But he also went to bo for advice on how to keep you close, and of course bo being bo said that he doesnt give a shit about what vincent does with you because your not his problem. But bo did suggest getting you pregnant so you could stay with vincent and it would also give him an opportunity to show you that he can treat you well even when your pregnant and be a good father to the child.

Vincent thought long and hard while he sat at his desk. And he chose that he will get you pregnant so you could stay close to him and rely on him. He wants to do it out of love. Because he loves you dearly. he loves you so much that hes willing to kill his own siblings that hurt you in any way or form. He huffed out of exhaustion and closed his sketch book and cleaned everything up, and shut off all the lights. He headed through the tunnels and made his way up to the trap door that opens to a room in the house. he opened the trap door and hoisted himself up out of it and walked through the house to get to his room.

he opened the door to your and his shared and room and noticed that the light was quickly shut off and you quickly got into a fake sleeping position. he sighed and closed the door and kicked off his boots. he walked over to the bed while taking off his wax covered apron and tapped your shoulder. you got scared and jerked and looked up at him, not expecting him to touch you in any way or form.

"what where you still doing up?" he signed to you.

"i was asleep" you said fake yawning.

"bullshit" he signed.

you rolled over facing away from his side of the bed. vincent got into comfy clothes and slid into bed and put an arm around you and played with your hair until you actually fell asleep. a few hours later you woke up and had to go to the bathroom but vincents hand was wrapped around your waist. you knew he hated it when you left the room at night. but you had to pee very badly.  

you very carefully moved his arm and slid out of bed. occasionally looking behind you to make sure that hes still asleep. you looked over at his night stand and seen his mask. It made your heart melt and you smile. He was confident enough to take off his mask around you. you looked at the ground and seen his discarded clothes, and that kinda turned you on a little bit, and you looked at him and seen that he was wearing plaid boxers and a korn shirt. his long hair was all over the pillows, and his body was wrapped up on the sheets. you admired one of his strong arms behind his head.

you quickly turned around and tip toed to the door. you quietly turned the knob and realized that he locked it. you felt stupid for forgetting that he locks the door at night as well. you tip toed to his nightstand and opened the little drawer it had and grabbed the key. He doesnt know that you knew the key was in there. you walked back to the door and quietly unlocked it and went to the bathroom. after going to the bathroom you walked back to the room. you stepped into the door way and seen vincent still sleeping. so you took this advantage to go downstairs and get a glass of water since you didnt get a glass before bed.

you walked pass a sleeping lester on the couch to get to the kitchen. you didnt want to wake him up either. not that he would hurt you or drag you back upstairs. you just didnt wanna wake him up from his dream. he looked extremely exhausted. you went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass and opened the fridge to get some fresh filtered cold water. you filled the glass, and took a few huge chugs. you walked passed lester again asleep on the couch and you noticed the front door. sure vincent would be awake for awhile. so you stepped out onto the front porch to have fresh air. and you didnt realize that you were out there for more than ten minutes.

you heard a noise and turned around and seen vincent fuming angry behind you. he was breathing heavy and his eye brows were furrowed. he grabbbed your arm and pulled you through the front door.  he dragged you up the stairs while thinking about what to do with you. because you just flared up his paranoia about you leaving.  as he reached the top of the stairs, he picked you up and carried you to the room. he set you on the bed and grabbed the key out of your pocket and locked the door. he angrily slammed the key on the dresser. he looked at you wondering what to do.

he thought about what bo said. But he wanted to do it out of love when you were ready and not force. But he realized that he had to get you pregnant in order for you to stay with him. Besides he really wants a kid with you, but he knows that you dont want any with him, at least he doesnt think.

you deep down wanted his kids but you never said anything to him. He stared at you while he thought about how to deal with this, but knocking you up seemed to be the only thing on his mind. fuck he wanted you to have his kids. he walked over to you and pushed you down into the bed.

"vincent. i wasnt trying to leave, i promise. i was just getting fresh air" you said. but he shut you up by kissing you. and lifting you shirt. you swatted vincents hand away. but he slid his hand right under your shirt and groped your chest. the small moan you made was all vincent needed to continue. he roughly slid off your pajama pants and stood back up admiring the way you looked so small and vulnerable for him. he loved how you were so much smaller than him. that makes him feel more confident. He bent down and kissed you passionately. he unbuttoned the crotch area of his pajama pants and took his cock out, without taking off the pants. and he plunged into your soaking wet cunt.

he began at a fast angry pace.

"v-vincent" you groaned. he only thrusted faster. grabbing your thighs and pushing them to your chest as he leans over you and pounds you into the mattress. after awhile he reached down to your cunt and began to rub your swollen nub. making you scream in ecstasy. when he thinks you've squirted enough, he pulled out and signed for your to get on your knees. once you did, he signed for you to open your mouth. you opened your mouth and he grabbed his cock and slid in. throwing his head back as he began to fuck your mouth like he did your pussy. pre cum and spit began to drool out the sides of your mouth and hit the floor and run down your chest. his wet balls were smacking against your chin. every moan you make, made him shove his big hard cock deeper down your throat.

after a few minutes of the wet sounds of his cock balls deep down your throat. he pulled out and laid you down on the bed with your head hanging off the end and he slammed his cock back down your throat. he absolutely loved the way his cock made your throat bulge. he wrapped his hand around your throat feeling the way his cock pumped in and out. he quickened his pace and you felt his balls smack your face over and over. you gagged out pre cum and drool out of your mouth around his cock. he slowed down just to hear the pre cum and drool hit the floor.

he pulled out and flipped you back around facing him and he plunged back in full force making you scream. he fucked you faster than ever before making you see stars. the only sounds filling the room was his balls smacking your ass and your loud moans. he looked down at you signed

"do you want my kids babygirl?"

"yes. yes please. i want your kids so fucking bad. knock me up good baby" you moaned. and that was enough for him to bury his cock deep in your sopping cunt and shoot his seed. he then leaned down and kissed you deeply.

"i love you" he signed.

"i love you too vincent" you said as your forehead pressed against his. he looked surprised that you said that you loved him. but kissed you deeply shoving his tongue down your throat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~the next morning you walked down the stairs and seen bo and lester staring at you and vincent. you blushed and vincent held the small of your back as he walked with you to the kitchen. he sat you down at the table and went to the fridge to get you something. you know they heard you and vincent last night.

"fuck loud enough?" bo said shooting you both a dirty look.

"fuck off" vincent signed.

[drabbles-of-writing]

in the adopted au, what does lilith think of hunter? cuz i can see this going three ways. 1.) she knows this kid is the same one that belos has been looking for, and thus lilith wishes to capture him as well. 2.) all she knows about this kid is that her sister is taking care of him, which raises so many questions. where did eda find the kid, did she steal him, etc in general lilith has all sorts of wild theories around who this blonde scarred up kid is. and 3.) she didnt even know hunter existed until she got in touch with her sister again when luz is around and genuinly thinks that hunter is her sister's actual child, and no one corrects lilith until after season 1 and she's been staying in the owl house for awhile. grant it, hunter is still eda's adopted kid but no one told her. lilith's even more upset when even gwendolyn knows hunter and how eda kidnapped.... er, adopted him.

i love ALL of these ideas canon i cant believe i have to choose between them. imma just say some stuff on all of them and hope i come to a conclusion when writing it kjsthkrjthrkj god help me

1) Lilith could've easily tracked Eda down after Belos's nephew mysteriously went missing the same night Eda escaped, and found her in like the night market with this tiny child hidden under her cloak. Lilith ofc immediately says Eda has to return him she can't just kidnap a child, however Eda is stubborn and deadpans "Belos can run me through with those weird horns of his if he wants this kid back" and thus Lilith is now half trying to get Eda to come to the Emperor's Coven to get healed and half trying to re-kidnap Hunter and bring him back to Belos. Shes convinced that Eda just has this kid out of spite and the poor childs gonna grow up feral and a whole mess of problems, Eda's not qualified to have a child in her possession. course as Hunter grows up he learns how to handle himself against Lilith as well and trick her to escape, which Lilith blames on Eda making the kid hate the Emperor's Coven for seemingly no good reason. shes even MORE insistent on getting Hunter back when she realizes he has no magic, and thus is at a far greater disadvantage just in general. girl has no idea that Belos caused the kid all those scars and not Eda or the trickster lifestyle Hunter has now. shes VERY apologetic when she learns the truth.

2) "Eda where the hell did you find a CHILD" and generally her concerned that Eda legit kidnapped him or just picked up the kid on the streets like a stray cat. "Eda did you even get him any Shots he could be Diseased. are there even Adoption forms. Eda--" and just general nagging from Lilith trying to figure out how Eda got this little bastard kid that insists on stomping on Lilith's feet. in her spare time she draws up theories on where Eda could've gotten this child and is concerned by the fact that Eda thought she could take care of a kid. a demon child is one thing, those guys are mostly self-sufficient and can eat almost anything, a witch is another matter. she understands a bit more upon realizing Hunter has no magic. no wonder Eda would take him in then, shes the most powerful witch on the boiling isles, but still an outcast in her own right. ironic she'd take in a witch with no magic, and just as odd as her. Lilith nearly lost her mind when she realized who's kid he originally was

3) Lilith had seen glimpses of Hunter before but never thought much of it until they truly got in contact again, and Lilith did a sharp double-take. kids a blonde with different eyes, sure, but he's got all of Eda's snark, stubbornness, showboating, and the irritating charm both of them insist they have. to Lilith, that's a very obvious child of Eda's, and she Loses Her Mind. when did Eda have a kid? he looks like hes 16, she had a kid 16 years ago?? did she only recently take the kid in??? did his other parent die or leave him on her doorstep?? was Eda just really good at hiding him? shes an AUNT?? shes got a lot of thoughts. I wonder if that'd also mean she'd try to take Hunter with her when she takes Eda to Belos, thinking he'll cure her. I wonder if she'd feel bad since Hunter is her 'real' family like she said in canon or if she'd let Hunter stay with Luz and King in the hopes that when Eda gets cured she can just return her to the kids waiting at home. if she let him stay with Luz you better believe he's grabbing everything he can and storming back to the Coven to kick Belos and Lilith's ass he is NOT letting them take the one good parent in his life. if Lilith took Hunter With her,,,,hoooo boy shes in for a surprise when Hunter is fighting to stay with Eda while also getting as far from the Castle as possible, and when faced with Belos, is called family. Lilith would have. multiple questions on why Belos and Eda both have a kid before its explained that no, actually, he's not related to Eda at all. and god, her learning that Gwen not only knew about Hunter but also learned he wasn't biologically Eda's before her? she'd be so pissed

[vivinightingale]

Now that I think about it I realize I need to know; first kiss headcanons with the yugioh bois?

Ooohhh first kisses?? Dont mind if I dddoo~ (had to put Atem and yami with the same picture cause of limits sorry v.v)

Yugi Muto:

Yugi has never kissed anyone before, so at the thought of kissing you his face becomes red hot.

He always thought about kissing you first, but always back out of it. So you will have to make first move.

It was awkward, and teeth hit one another since he didnt know to kiss.

However, when you do it's so magical. You can feel the sparks fly between you two. He tastes as sweet as his personality.

After the first kiss he could get enough of your kisses and kisses you everyday always enjoying the magical feeling you give him.

Ra does he love you.

Yami/Atem:

Atem is very passionate man, he just cant help these strong feelings. Especially when it comes to his love for you.

So when you first confessed your love for the pharaoh he was so happy that his feelings were returned that he pulled you into a kiss.

Though he hasnt ever kissed anyone before it feels like he has. It wasnt awkward, it was smooth and sensual.

He tastes like the finest wines, and sweet chocolates. It was a sweet combination that makes you crave more.

When the two of you part you already miss each others warmth, but have to keep it respectable due to his status.

But dont worry when night falls he will give more to fulfill your craving.

Yami:

Yami is very confident man, he has to be since he as the title 'King of Games'. However when it comes to you that confidence slips his mind.

When the two of you started dating he was ecstatic to finally call you his own. However the thought of kissing you was driving him mad.

He wanted to so bad to kiss you, but he could seem to find the courage to do it till you pecked him on the lips lightly.

At first he couldnt really think, but once it sunk in, he pulled you in for a proper kiss.

His kiss was bit rough, and tasted liked blueberries and lemons. It was all divine, and both left want more, but settled with hold each other close.

You took his confidence away, but he doesnt mind as long as he gets to kiss you like this every day.

Joey Wheeler:

Man from the moment he met you he always thought what it would be like to kiss you. How soft your lips would be against his, and how you would taste.

Needles to say he was smitten with you, and knew he had to make you his. Let me tell you that's exactly what he did.

It took him two weeks into the relationship to finally ask you for a kiss, and when you accepted he pull you sweet soft lips to his rough ones.

His was inexperienced and rushed, with the clashing of teeth and clumsy tongues. However it was sweet in nature and tasted savory. Something you could easily get addicted to.

When the two of you pulled away you were both a blushing mess, but that was quickly covered up with laughter and hugs.

It wasnt his best first kisses but he still wouldnt trade it for anything in the world because it was with you.

Tristan Taylor:

He never thought of kissing anyone before, but when started dating you that's all he could think about.

Your soft lips just seemed so inviting that, but he always go embarrassed with thought of doing it.

You have to be the one to make the first move, but trust me once you do it's all over. He loves the feel of your lips on his, the way your hands fit so smugly with his.

He tastes like smoked wood and honey it's a divine mixture that you cant help but love

The kiss was pure and innocent but you could feel the love behind it

Too bad the mood was ruined by joey bursting in.

Duke Devlin:

Duke may have kissed other people or two, but you...you were something diffrent.

He knew you were something special, something that would only come once in a life time. So he wanted to make it special.

So he took it slow and made sure he out love into everything he did or with you. There where times were he nearly kissed you, but ended kissing your cheek or forehead.

However, when you finally had enough and locked lips with him, he was in heaven. He felt sparks, the love, and the passion. Most of all he knew you were the one.

The kiss tasted like apple and cinnamon, and you wished it lasted a life time but eventually you both needed to breath.

When you both pulled apart Duke pulled you close and nestled his head in the crook of your neck. It was the most beautiful thing to ever happen to him.

Seto Kaiba:

Kaiba is a man of few words, he mostly let's his actions do the talking. However, with you he had a hard time doing that.

Whenever you came close to kissing him he would always move away, and when tried to Express your feelings to him he wouldnt say anything.

To began to feel like he didnt care for you as much as you do for him. So one day you Began distancing yourself from him.

He took notice of this and knew why you have been acting this way. So he caught you while you were walking through the halls of Kaiba Corp. He pulled you into a kiss.

The kiss was inexperienced and rushed, but it was magical all the same. It tasted like smoked oranges.

When you pulled away he apologized for his absence, and took the day off to be with you and Mokuba.

Bakura Ryou:

Bakura is inexperienced and nervous when it comes to dating, but he was willing to try with you.

The thought if kissing you was both scary and fascinating to him, so when you brought it to him he jumped into action.

He shakily put a hand on your face, and leaned in slowly. It was real agonizing up until you lips finally met. When they did he forgot how scared he was.

It felt like heaven to him. With your soft lips molding with his, and you tongue facing with his. He could ask for a better first kiss.

He tasted like peaches and cream, he is sweet as his personality. When the two of you parted his face was red, and he quickly hid his face in your shoulder.

The two of you cuddle for the rest of the night happy just to be in each others arms.

Yami Bakura:

Yami didnt have time for relationships or caring for others, don't surprised everyone including himself when he fell for you.

You were pure a beautiful to him, and he wanted that for his own. So when you confessed feelings for him he didnt waste time snatching you up for his own.

Because of his search it took awhile for the two of you to share your first kiss, but when you did it was a lot softer then you thought.

His was brash but soft. Tender and full of love, but also want and need. It was as mixed as his feelings, but you knew how he felt and that's all that mattered.

His kiss tasted like cucumber lime. Refreshing yet tangy, and his lips were soft then one would believe.

"You mean the world to me, even if the world isnt shit..."

Marik Ishtar:

Despite all his talk Marik is a bit shy when it comes to dating. So when the two of you started dating he was a bit lost.

For awhile it was nothing more then holding hands and hugging. Until the two of you went to the fair.

As you guys were riding the ferris wheel, your cart sat on the top. You could see most of domino city, and it was so breath taking.

That was when Marik called out your name, and when you turned to fave him his lips met yours.

The kiss was nervous and uncertain, but at the same time it was loving and careful. He tasted like cider and cinnamon.

When you pulled apart he pulled you close once again "I love you...so much, and I'm so lucky to have you."

Yami Marik:

He doesnt waste time in taking what's his, so not long after your relationship was established he snatched you up and smashed his lips on yours.

He didnt care who witnessed his shameful acts, he just wanted them to know who you belonged to.

The kiss was rough and full of want, but you could still feel some love behind it.

His kiss tasted like salty bourbon. It was hot against your tongue but felt relaxing all at the same time.

When you pulled away he locked his lips, then grinned at you.

"I love the taste of purity"

[obsessive-ego]

Just a little spit

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Nsft

Reader falls asleep during movie night and drools on beej, things get messy

It's been a long week, work was running you left, right and center, 8 hour shifts, 7 days in a row, so it was no surprised you were low energy, but tonight was movie night and tomorrow was a day off.

Movie night was a weekly occurrence in you little apartment, you've been looking forward to this night all week, exhausted as you were, you were powered by the idea of soon you'll be in comfy clothes and hanging out with you best friend. Changing into your pajamas, a baggy tshirt and boxers you feel as though a weight has been lifted.

"Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice" you say plainly, you've summoned the undead bastard more times then you can remember, so at this point it felt like second nature.

Your bedroom fills with a thick smoke, amazing how he never sets off any fire alarms, waving the smoke away from your face, trying not to cough, you're caught off guard by a multitude of hands grabbing you and pulling you into the soft stomach of the demon in question, 2 sets of arms hold you tight to his midsection as he spins you around with glee.

"Bought time I saw my sweet little breather~ babes did you miss me?"

You stumble about when he places you down, dizzy and trying to find your balance while the ghoul chuckles at you.

"Oh ho, look at you, all casual and comfy for me? Looking like a snack babes" he coos eyeing you up and down, you can feel a shiver run up your spine, his flirting always got to you, wither it was legit or not, it was incredibly easy for the demon to make you blush.

You catch beetlejuice staring, following his eyes you notice hes staring at your legs, before you say anything beetlejuice cuts in

"Didn't think you were wearing any pants there sugar, your shirt hid those cute little boxers from me, kinda bummed you're not just in a shirt and panties for your old pal mr beebleboose" he snorts out an awful cackle

"Are we gonna watch a movie or are you just gonna be an ass all night?" You huff out

"I can do both" the ghoul shrugs, following you to the living room

Beetlejuice flops down on the couch "so besides you, what's on tonight's menu?"

"I was thinking final destination?" You ask waving the dvd case around

"YES! A bunch of breathers getting torn apart for cheating death, an excellent choice my dear Y/n"

You couldnt help but smile at his reaction,

"Oh! What about-"

Ding dong

Beetlejuice just stares at you, you smile "one step ahead of you my friend"

The ghoul gives you a smug grin, grabbing your hand and leading you to the door "got me without a plan sweet stuff, but your pal is the king of improv, I got a trick I've been saving that's really gonna get your knees weak, watch and be amazed" the ghoul then drops his coat around your shoulders, you weren't quite sure why, was it because you were in your pajamas? That you look alittle exposed? Was it a pride thing for him? To have you wrapped in his coat in front of a complete stranger? Who knows with beetlejuice, if it wasnt one thing it was another. The coat didn't exactly help cover much past your baggy shirt, in fact it emphasized the idea you weren't wearing any pants, oh well.

The ghoul swings open the door with glee, practically buzzing with excitement, you couldnt help but feel excited, it was always contagious when beetlejuice was in this type of mood.

It was a miracle that you were still able to get take out, with the amount of times beetlejuice has scared the piss out of the delivery guys, it was a surprise you havent been blocked. But it wasnt like anyone would believe the stories they would tell.

"Pizza for l/n"

"That's me, Thanks man" beetlejuice took the pizza from the guy and handed it to you,

"Hey, sweet stuff, what you order?" The ghoul asks without turning to face you, before you could respond beetlejuice snapped his fingers, your body goes ridged

"Pepperoni, bacon, and snakes" you rattle off nonchalantly, with beetlejuice puppeting you.

"Snakes?" The delivery man responds

Coming back to your senses, you eagerly await what's next.

"Snakes" with that beetlejuice collapses into a pile of black and white striped snakes, you jump at the sight, they begin to slither towards the delivery man, who straight up screeches and blots away.

You hear Beetlejuice's awful laugh, not sure where, as the snakes pile back into the demon you knew.

"Such a beautiful sound, right babes?so, What do ya think sweets? Dont think I didnt see you jump" he snorts out an awful cackle, while you shrink with embarrassment.

Beetlejuice wraps an arm around your shoulders "I'll let it slide sugar, cuz you look so sweet in my jacket, keep it on for the rest of the night and give me a 10 on my performance, and I wont tease ya about being scared" he chuckles squishing his cheek against yours, his scruffy beard scratching your face, he could probably hear your heart hammering away in your chest, you sigh trying to regain what little dignity you had left.

"I have to say bj, that was amazing, you really outdid yourself, a perfect 10"

The moment the words left your mouth you felt the ghoul's grip tighten around you,

"You're too kind, and correct about me being a perfect 10" he flashes you his big fangs, you couldnt help but laugh.

...

You really enjoyed these nights with beetlejuice, unfortunately you're second wind of energy was about to run out, you could barely keep your eyes open, it was bad enough you're already leaning against the ghoul in question, which you were teased with.

"My jacket not enough sweets? You want to get into my pants next?" He snickers, you were really too tired to counter that comment, instead you just mumble something unintelligible and refuse to make eye contact.

The ghoul drapes an arm around you out of habbit, how you would lean against him in the summer to cool off, streaks of pink flashes through his hair as he enjoyed your warmth, your scent, you. He adored your movie nights, just you and him, he would never admit it, but simple things like this, the whole domestic thing, with you, was almost enough to get his undead heart pumping. His perfect little breather, no idea what he did to deserve you, nice, funny, and hot, now if he could get you to confess you love him first then he'd be set, but just like him you are a coward when it came to such things, but beetlejuice can wait, for now.

Snapped from his thoughts, when he clues back into what was happening in the film, he smiles.

"Oh sugar, this is the best part- oh" turning to you, he huffs out a small laugh, you were out cold.

"I'm I that boring sweetheart? Or is it the film?" He chuckles

This wasnt the first time you've done this, beej constantly complained about how hard you worked and how tired it made you, but yet would never complain when youd pass out on him, but teasing was a different ball game, he adored seeing your face scrunch up in embarrassment, how funny you sounded as you try to babble out an excuse, the demon knew you liked him, but still adored messing with you due to how funny your reactions were.

The demon was brought back from his musings with the feeling of a unfamiliar warmth on his shoulder and arm where your head rested. Closer inspection, you were drooling in your sleep, beej couldnt help but smile at this, you are NOT gonna hear the end of that, he chuckles.

You shift in your sleep, and let out a soft groan, the ghoul let's out a desperate sigh, such a beautiful sound, just enough to get his motor running.

Yes beetlejuice had a soft spot for you, but he was a very sexual being, the amount of times the ghoul has spied on you during private times were more then he could remember, the amount of times he's jerked it to the thought of you were also more then he could count, god slash satan he wanted to pound you into the mattress so bad, have you yell out praises on how good a lover he was. It's been awhile since he cleaned his pipes, with your soft warm form pressed up against him, now seems like a pretty good time, the idea of being caught was always a nice thrill, to have you catch him, may be youd be flattered and join in, as impossible as that fantasy was, it was a nice thought.

Without much further convincing, beetlejuice had already pulled his cock from his trousers, and lazily began stroking it with a third hand, the others were busy with you, on draped around you shoulders, the other absentmindedly circling the spot of drool you had made on his shoulders. Every soft noise you made, every sigh, every groan, every mumble you uttered in your sleep was fuel to the fire of the ghoul's arousal.

Stifling a groan he utters "you have no idea what you do to me sweets" still circling the drool spot you made on his shoulder, shifting a bit in you sleep, his finger slips into your mouth, the demon was quick to retreat his hand in fear youd wake up, you only scrunch up you face in response. Beetlejuice let's out a breath he didnt know he was holding, not that he needed to breath, yes he liked the idea of being caught, but in reality youd be sick to your stomach at the sight, you'd probably banish him.

Once beetlejuice realized you were out cold, he returned to his strokes, until it clicks, the hand he was circling the drool you left behind, his finger was now coded in a nice thick layer of your spit. A ghoulish grin spreads across his face, hair fully electric pink, how he dreamed of that beautiful mouth around his cock, how lovely your moans would sound with your lips around his shaft. He couldnt let this opportunity go by, the ghoul slowly begins covering his dick with your salvia, he shivers at the sensation, still warm from your mouth, the ghoul utters a muffled groan "just like that sweetheart, you're so good to me"

Beetlejuice couldnt help but imagine you, mouth hovering over his lap, drool dripping from you mouth onto his cock. He groans softly "lubing me up babes? Such a considerate breather"

Once his cock was as covered as it was gonna be with the slavia you graced him with, he once again began with his strokes, starting off at a slow gentle pace, soft moans escaping his lips, you were asleep next to him, so the ghoul couldnt be as loud as he'd like to. When you were away the ghoul would treat himself to long loud sessions of alone time using your delicate laundry items, he could be as loud as his undead heart desires, not caring about your neighbors, but now, not so much.

"God I wanna slip into that pretty mouth of yours, feel how wet and warm it is, have you lube up my cock with your salvia before I shove it in that cute pussy of yours" he stifles a groan as his strokes begin picking up pace, his eyes were glued to you sleeping face, the arm the demon had around your shoulders slowly began to draw hearts with his fingers on your back.

You mumble and shift a bit in your sleep, your hand finds it's way to his thigh, gripping on to his pants, beetlejuice nearly jumps out of his skin, he was so lost in his fantasy of you, you completely catch him off guard, but hed be lying if he didnt enjoy the scare. It felt real good to have your hand resting on his thigh while he jerked off.

"Naughty little minx, you do want to get into my pants huh?" He chuckled softly.

The thought always crossed his mind during your weekly movie night, he fantasized about how you would grow bored of the film, lean into him, and have those pretty hands of yours find their way into him pants. Having his cute breather lazily jerk him off while watching a horror film easily had to be in the top five of his fantasies of you, simple but still delicious.

"Naughty thing" the ghoul stifles a groan as his pace picks up, the thought of your hand replacing his quickly taking over his mind.

Beetlejuice was using every ounce of strength he possessed to not start bucking up into his hand, not wanting to jostle you awake since you were leaning on the ghoul. Chasing his own orgasm, his pace becomes quite harsh, to the point where the ghoul summoned an extra hand just to bite and muffle his moans.

It felt so good, having you so close to him, hand on his thigh, salvia on his cock, god slash satan he wanted to scream out in bliss, he was so close, so focused on your sleeping face, his sweet breather, so kind and considerate, using their spit as lube for a hand job, he couldnt have asked for a better breather.

"Your so good to me sugar, you know just how to treat a guy, I'm gonna pay you back, anything you want, upstairs, downstairs, butt stuff, just say the word doll~" he groans out.

"...bee.." you mumble, shifting in your sleep, ever so gently sliding your hand up his thigh, that was enough to get the ghoul to the finish line.

"F-fuck y/n" and with that the ghoul shoots his load, into his hand and his lap, thank god slash satan it missed your hand, as hot as itd be to have those pretty hands of yours covered in his cum, now was not that time.

A smug grin plastered across his face as he gazes at you a soft "thank you" is whispered your way, as he slides his now soft cock back into his pants, snapping his fingers to clean himself up as of nothing happened.

The electricity of bright pink slowly leaves his hair, being replaced with a much softer mix of pink and green, the hand around your shoulders now lazily rubbing circles on your back, the film long over, beetlejuice snaps his fingers once again and the tv turns off leaving the two of you in gentle darkness.

"Nigh sweet stuff"

Bonus

Waking up to the buzzing sound of your phone you groan, ot was your day off and yet you forgot to turn your alarm off.

"Morning babes"

No, you feel asleep on the couch again, leaving against that bastard "morning" you grumble

As you try to get up to start your day beej pulls you back down into him lap

"Oh no sugar, you're not getting away that easy~ was I so boring last night you fell asleep? After my amazing performance too, such a cruel little breather you are" he teases "not to mention you were drooling on too" he cackles pointing at the spot.

"Doll if you wanted to spit on me, I can name some better places then my arm" he hollers with his awful laugh.

You're never gonna hear the end of this.

[stellocchia]

Hey!

I read a analysis post not that long ago about the battle of the lake stream. (Rainbow-Kitten-5's analysis)

Along with what you have reblogged about exile (Loyal duo my beloved).

With all that I came to see that c!Tommy has not been fine for sooo long.

Makes me even more happier looking back on all the shit he has gone through and seeing him going to therapy now.

It really is because he needed help for awhile maybe not as much but he did (He most definitely did) but then exile happened then Bedrock Bros which... I loved but Tommy sure didnt get to much help. Doomsday and Disc war happened which Disc war when trying to get Dream into Prison showed he needed help. Hotel did lots of good shit for his metal health that went to die in prison. Now he is going to therapy and god if that isnt a great message.

(Final Control room fucked everyone up. Forgot to say that but it did. I mean Tommy did have a panic attack. Almost forgot the blip that was him visiting places that messed him up so he could go kill Dream.)

Cc!Tommy is such a great writer (and those who helped too!!)

...

This went from me talking about how Tommy needed help for a long time to praising his character...

Well then hope you have a good day!!

(Every person on that server needs therapy)

Yeah, even the therapist needs therapy there...

But yeah, c!Tommy started struggling way WAY before his third exile. As you pointed out, the final control room messed up everyone who was killed there and no doubt Tommy's and Wilbur's exile didn't help either of them. I remember that someone actually pointed out that Tommy used his third life to barter with someone the first time during the scene where he and Quackity were talking Wilbur down from pressing the button and... man... like, I don't think that he was already actively suicidal at the time, but that does show a worryingly low regard for his own safety that I don't see many people talking about.

There are other moments like Tommy flinging himself on the podium after Tubbo's execution that could have very well ended with him losing a life as well. Or the pit scene. Tommy actually started showing some very worrying signs well before people often realize. And, if you think about it, it makes sense. He felt like Wilbur's actions were on his shoulders at the time (meaning that he felt responsible for having to convince Wilbur not to blow his country up) and on top of that he acted as basically the de facto leader of the rebellion and they were in the middle of a war at the time. It's no surprise that all of that combined wouldn't do wonders for anyone.

And things just got progressively worse and worse for him. Because after that he had about 1 or 2 weeks to enjoy New L'Manburg before he was put on trial and exiled over bullshit. And we all know what happened in exile. His stay with Techno also didn't help him, it taught him mostly harmful coping mechanisms where he was rewarded for lashing out violently. That together with Techno being rather manipulative to get Tommy to work with him and reinforcing similar talking points to the ones Dream used just really didn't help. And then it was war again.

He had a bit of a break with the Hotel Arc, but that, once again, came to a halt with his 3 week-long stay in prison with his abuser where he died. I'm honestly so impressed by c!Tommy not giving up after all of that and even learning to actively seek help when he needs it. It's a nice thing to see, it gives us some much-needed hope after everything. And he is healing now. And sure it's not linear, but, well, that's how healing works for you!

And absolutely agreed! It's not a secret that c!Tommy is one of my favourite characters and he is amazingly written! I absolutely adore him and, while a lot of the themes he's covered in his story are dark, I appreciate the constant underlying feeling of hope that has followed him all the way. It's possibly what makes me appreciate his character so much.

[tsukishimaenthusiast]

Heyo! Can I request an imagine of Bokuto with a shy girlfriend and how they meet? Thanks

bokuto w/ a shy girlfriend

part 2: here

you were walking through the aisles of a random convenience store, trying to find your favorite snack. when you were finally in the right section, you squatted down to search for your snack. “hey, akaashi! you gotta try these! i got them last week and they’re so good!” you turned around to see a tall, muscular man with spiked up hair standing behind you with a slightly smaller guy next to him. when did they even get behind you? the bigger guy squatted down next to you and grabbed the same snack you were looking for. “excuse me, i just want to grab one of these,” he said with a smile. honestly, when you first saw him, he was kind of intimidating, but his smile softened him up. you quickly moved your hand out of his way, trying to avoid eye contact. you watched them as they walked up to the cashier and read the back of their jackets.. “fukurodani? not too far from here… they must play on a sports team or something,” you thought to yourself.

a couple weeks have passed since you saw those two guys at the convenience store. they were both good looking, but there was something about the boy with the spiked up hair that intrigued you. you must’ve been caught in your thoughts because you soon heard your friend shout, “hey, y/n! did you hear me?” you snapped out of your trance. “what? no, sorry,” you replied. “i asked if you wanted to come to a volleyball game with me later this week. my brother has a game but i don’t want to go alone! will you come?” you had nothing better to do so you told your friend yes.

you and your friend sat in the bleachers, waiting for the two teams to come out. you zoned out for a bit but when you brought your attention to the court again, you were shocked by the volleyball team in front of you. “fukurodani!???”, you hadn’t even realized you said it aloud. “yea… they’re a really good team…. you see that guy with the two-toned hair? that’s bokuto koutaro, their ace. he’s also in the top five in the country!” you couldn’t believe your eyes or ears. there he was, the guy from the convenience store! you’d never thought you’d see him again. “that’s the guy,” you told your friend. “really!? why didn’t you said he had spiky, dyed hair, y/n!!??! we could’ve discovered who he was a lot sooner!” you shrugged. “i dont know, it didnt seem that important.” the game would be starting soon so you guys decided to put the conversation on hold.

as you were watching the game, you understood why bokuto was the ace. every hit he made was incredible! whether it was a line shot or a diagonal shot, each one was powerful and practically scored a point for fukurodani every time. not to mention that the other boy that was with bokuto that day, akaashi, was an amazing setter. during the second set, bokuto messed up one of his line shots and it went out of bounds. it didn’t do too much damage for the team, but for some reason bokuto was sulking. he made this really odd face. was he sad? angry? you couldn’t tell. honestly, it was a little comical. fukurodani’s coach called a time out and akaashi spoke to bokuto. “maybe he’s trying to cheer him up? get his head back in the game or something..”, your friend suggested.

soon enough, the game went back into play. bokuto was still on the court, but akaashi wasn’t setting the ball to him. this went on for a couple more rallies until bokuto began getting antsy. akaashi finally set the ball to him and bokuto scored another point. wow, he was still on fire even after not being able to touch the ball for a while. he truly was the ace of the team.

unfortunately, for you friend’s brother, fukurodani won. you kept telling your friend how impressed you were by bokuto’s skills on the court, though. “then why don’t you go and tell him before we leave?” you felt your face heat up. “you know i could never do that! i’m too shy…” your friend just shrugged their shoulders as you guys began to leave the bleachers. you and your friend met up with their brother and the rest of his team. they were having a quick overview of how the game went down. you noticed fukurodani coming into your field of view. “y/n!! now’s your chance! go compliment him!” before you could even argue, your friend pushed you into bokuto. he turned around and looked down at you with a smile. “hey! are you okay??” you quickly looked away to avoid eye contact. “uhh s-sorry. yea i’m fine! i-i just… i just wanted to say that you’re an amazing volleyball player,” you said with low confidence. bokuto was already smiling but you could've sworn his smile got ten times bigger. “wow!! thank you.. uhm.. thank you- what’s your name?” “y/n,” you replied. “thank you, y/n!”, he said enthusiastically. you felt a slight blush appear on your face and bokuto developed a soft look in his eyes. you guys were awkwardly smiling at each other until you heard you friend shout, “y/n, we’re leaving now!” you excused yourself and headed towards your friend but decided to look back for a quick second. bokuto was watching you exit the building and you couldn’t help but feel a bit giddy.

a few days have passed since the volleyball game. like when you first saw him, you wondered if you’d ever see bokuto again. you didn’t want to be weird and show up to his volleyball games, you didn’t even really know him that well.. you got a notification on your phone so you decided to see what it was. a friend request? from who? “bokutokoutaro_4” was the username. bokuto?? how did he even find your account? you decided to keep your questions to yourself and let him follow you. you followed him back and looked through his account. all pictures of him in his volleyball uniform and with his friends. you received a message from him about five minutes later. “hey y/n, it’s bokuto. do you think i can get your number?... just so it’s easier to text.” he was really straightforward and honest, but you kinda liked it. plus, everything was easier over text for you.. there was less confrontation. you gave him your number and received a text message a minute later. “hey it’s bokuto!” you smiled to yourself, “hi :)” you replied back. you decided to be ballsy for a minute and texted him again “i’m just curious, how did you find my account? i only told you my first name so i just think it’s kinda cool how you found me so quickly ahah.” you decided to send the text right away before you could hesitate. his response took awhile to come in. “oh god i hope you don’t find me weird.. but when you complimented me at the game, you seemed so shy and cute!! you felt butterflies in your stomach as you read the text. you guys ended up texting for the rest of the night.

a couple weeks have gone by since you and bokuto started texting. some of the conversations were sporadic. it was either because he was too busy or you were too busy. you had just gotten done taking a shower and put on your pjs when you heard your phone start to ring. you checked to see who was calling you.. it was bokuto. you started to panic. why was he calling you? you guys never spoke over the phone before. you don’t know why, but you answered the phone anyways. “hello?” “hey y/n! did i catch you at a bad time? anyways, i know it’s short notice but i just found out i don’t have practice tomorrow. want to meet up and hang out somewhere?” you froze. “sure.” wait what? you didn’t even think before your answer. “awesome! i’ll text you where to meet me later tonight,” and he hung up after that sentence. you stood there with your phone in your hand. “what did i just get myself into?”, you asked yourself, sighing.

you woke up the next morning and got ready to see bokuto. you guys were going to meet up at a cafe in the morning and walk around tokyo afterwards. you decided to keep the makeup light and wear something cute, but comfortable. on your way to the cafe, you felt your nerves build up. you prayed to the gods that you wouldn’t be too shy or awkward around him. you noticed bokuto standing outside the cafe, waving at you. you greeted each other and went inside. bokuto ordered two lattes for you guys and refused to let you pay. when you were chatting with him, you realized that you didn’t feel so nervous talking to him. there was something about him that made you feel comfortable and safe.

after the two of you finished your lattes, you roamed the streets of tokyo. you walked into random shops and tried on accessories. somehow, bokuto convinced you to take a selfie with him while you guys both wore fedoras. it was weird, but funny. you guys stayed out for a couple of hours and bokuto ended up buying some street food for you guys so you wouldn’t go home hungry. after finishing the quick meal, he insisted on taking you home. you had to take a bus in order to get your house. when bokuto sat next to you, you felt a little timid. you just spent hours with him, though, so you weren’t sure why. maybe it was the close proximity. bokuto began to speak up, “hey y/n? can i tell you something?” you nodded at him. “when you came up to me at the game, i recognized you from somewhere else…the convenience store. you picked out the same snack as me. and you were just so .. beautiful, i couldn’t help but memorize your features. so when you came up to me at the game, i knew it had to mean something cause i never thought i’d see you again...” you were completely flustered and his confession made you melt inside. he noticed you seemed a bit taken off guard. “please don’t weirded out or embarrassed, i just had to tell you!” he added quickly. “no it’s okay, bokuto. i appreciate you telling me,” you muttered. although you thought and felt the exact same things about him, you decided to just keep it to yourself.

after the bus ride, you finally arrived at your house. bokuto walked you up to your front door. “thanks for hanging out with me today, y/n! i had a lot of fun.” you smiled up at him. “no, thank you for inviting me!” bokuto paused for a moment before leaning in to hug you. he wrapped his huge arms around you and held you in his embrace. he began to slowly pull away but didn’t do so entirely. he seemed hesitant, but he spoke up, “i really want to kiss you right now… c-can i kiss you?” you felt your face heat up. he stared at you, waiting for your consent. you licked your lips lightly and nodded at him. bokuto slowly cupped your face and brought his lips to yours. you knew he was a strong guy, but he felt so gentle holding your face while kissing you. you couldn’t help but smile at the feeling. he let you go and gave you a smile before stepping away from your front door. as you were about to enter, bokuto shouted, “hey y/n! next time, i’ll take you on a proper date!” you laughed and walked inside your house. you locked the door and rested your head against it. “can’t wait,” you thought to yourself.

y’all i literally wanted to write sm more for this but i felt it was already too long so lmk if u guys want a part2 of like bokutos gf meeting the team or something bc i really wanted to write that LOL

[ironwoodprotectionsquad]

Major Leaf anon here: Omg i didnt think so many people would like Major Leaf! And writing fics with him!😭 (I am going on vacation so take good care of him while i am gone 🐢) (his name was inspiried by Major Grom btw, a russian comic book movie on netflix that i really liked)

To the council meetings: that would be so badass, James a the top of the table, on his right Major Leaf, on his left Captain Banana. No one would dare to argue with them (you can change the name if you like, i was thinking of a yellow python thats why and Qrow would 100% choose a silly name).

(Also i did ship ironqrow like from the get go in volume 3. Just when Qrow didnt tell James the truth or didnt talked with Ruby about trusting James, really pissed me off. In an au they work really well and i like seeing it so no worry!)(i even know the fic with the gardens you wrote about i read that too!)

Anon you have my word I will take the bestest care of him ever! He will be pampered endlessly by Penny and James until you get back! Where are you going if you don’t mind me asking? I’m not surprised people love him he’s a good turtle kind and compassionate. And we all know James could use all the love he can get. I didn’t know that that’s cool!!

Yess and of course Qrow and Penny are close by as their spokesperson’s. James has never enjoyed council meetings so much. Before he dreaded them but now he actually looks forward to them and the chaos am that breaks out. If Qrow isn’t in Atlas or can’t get to Atlas in time James asks Winter to step in, in Qrows place and she is not sure how she feels about this. Penny is very excited and loves having Winter in the meetings as well. She quickly realizes it’s just Penny and Qrow basically pulling stuff out of their asses just to mess with the council. Suddenly Winter is enjoying this a little too much and tries to do things that will specifically annoy Jacques and he can’t go after winter because technically it’s Captain Banana not Winter doing this. (I couldn’t come up with a name but I love it Qrow would 100% name him when hungry and come up with that name).

(That is 100000000% valid I know I was annoyed when they didn’t talk to each other again. It’s why I basically only live in AU’s now where Qrow actually trusts James and talks to and supports him. But who am I kidding I’ve been ignoring a lot of canon for awhile now like Volume 8? Whose she? The ending of Volume 7? Nah show got canceled suddenly after the gravity fight. Qrow doesn’t talk to James in the show? Nah that happened off screen XD. Oh good I’m glad I’m not crazy and didn’t just hallucinate that XD that fic was so cute though oh my gosh!!!! Also if you’re the anon that asked about IronWitch it’s just never really been on my radar so I just don’t have many thoughts about it. I totally see them as like best buddies lolz)

[neocityarchive]

blind love | l.m.k.

— in which mark lee is so much more than just your best friend but you were too blind to realize it.

word count: 7.2k | warnings: light swearing | blind love - lola young |

a/n: i didnt mean for it to be this long but i hope you enjoy!!!

“Just friends,” Mark said, his voice still steady even in the growing tension of the moment. “That’s all you said we are, right?”

Your head dropped down to look at your hands, not knowing what to say. The overbearing guilt of rejecting his sudden confession was crushing your chest that it became painful to breathe.

“I’m sorry, Mark,” was all you could say. You forced yourself to meet his gaze through your already glassy eyes, wanting to let him know the sincerity of your words.

He smiled kindly, shaking his head. There was sadness in his eyes. And in all the years you two have known each other, you could tell how hard he was trying to hide it. “It’s okay. That’s all we’ll be.”

You bumped your head repeatedly against your study table in an attempt to rid yourself of the memory that’s constantly been playing in your head. 

It was a Sunday which meant there were no classes, which meant the university was closed, which meant that you couldn’t even make an excuse to see your best friend Mark who somehow, after almost three years of friendship, suddenly decided that it was a good idea to tell you he loves you more than a friend should love a friend.

You couldn’t say it happened out of nowhere. He’s been saying he has something important to tell you for almost two weeks before the incident but every time you confront him about it, he always makes up some lame excuse to dodge. It took a lot of self-hate for yourself and a nice amount of his protective instinct to finally make him spit it out. 

He came to your apartment that night, finding you barefaced, wearing a pair of sweats and one of his hoodies that you stole some time ago. From that he already knew you weren’t okay. You like wearing his stuff to seek some sort of comfort. Somehow, the smell of his clothes helps calm you down.

You were supposed to help him finish a report but you couldn’t concentrate after getting a below satisfactory grade on a major exam. College has done nothing but give you a shitload of insecurities lately and this just pushed you off the edge. The only thing that has been keeping you sane was the knowledge that you had someone who you can run to at the end of the day. Someone who is willing to listen to your rants and would do almost anything to cheer you up.

That day, however, none of Mark’s usual encouragement worked on you. He was getting frustrated hearing you downplay yourself because of a single exam. You started going on about how stupid you felt, how staying up all night to study did nothing but make you ugly. Mark countered every insult you threw at yourself, throwing in a few jokes here and there, all of which you ignored. But when you went on about how all of this made you unworthy of anything, how no one could possibly love you in this state, he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“I love you,” he snapped, cutting you off from your long self-deprecating speech. 

“You’re my best friend. You’re supposed to say that,” you whined, clearly missing the point.

Mark, on the other hand, was barely holding it all inside. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. “No, idiot. I love you. Stop saying no one could love you, because I do. And not just because you’re my best friend.”

It wasn’t until you noticed his hands were quivering that you realized what he really meant. Looking back on it, you couldn’t help but hate yourself. You were sure it took a lot of his courage (and frustration) to come clean to you like that, and you couldn’t even take him seriously at first.

“Mark, no,” you remember telling him.

“I do. I hate that I do, but I do.” He looked away. “I love you and I know you’re feeling burdened right now, but you don’t have to say it back.”

A part of you broke that day. You hated rejecting people after having gone through several rejections yourself. It’s the worst feeling. You always wished there was a way you could always return people’s feelings just so no one would get hurt, but the universe just doesn’t work that way.

You muttered about a hundred sorries to which Mark replied a hundred ‘it’s okay’s. Maybe it was meant to make you feel better, but it just felt like your heart was getting ripped off your chest.

Mark didn’t stay long after that. You didn’t even get to help him with his report. He said sorry for suddenly dropping the L-word and you said sorry for not being able to say it back. He smiled sadly and it took your everything not to cry. He asked if he could hug you and you didn’t even answer. You just went straight into his arms, burying your head in his chest like you’ve done so many times before, breathing heavily to keep yourself from breaking down. And when the two of you pulled away, he insisted on being alone for a while. You said okay followed by another sorry.

You didn’t know “being alone for a while” meant ignoring you for god knows how long. You see him at uni but he wouldn’t even meet your eye. Even when you share the same class, he would choose to sit as far from you as possible. Once, he entered a cafe you were in and upon seeing you inside, he immediately turned around and walked away.

He’s ignoring you and he isn’t even being subtle about it. Mark Lee could never be subtle about anything, not even his feelings. You really were just too blind to realize anything.

Even other people saw how he felt. People used to come up to you all the time and ask about your “boyfriend” Mark. Sure, you would blush, shy that people thought you’re in a relationship with your best friend. When you explain that you weren’t actually dating, you would get the same shocked reaction every time. One of your friends even said you acted more like a couple than most people in a relationship do. You always thought it was just because you and Mark were such good friends.

“Friends don’t hold hands in public,” you remember Renjun saying.

“We don’t hold hands. He just grabs me and drags me to places,” you said defensively.

“And they don’t hug each other and stare at each other’s eyes while talking about pizza,” Jaemin scoffed.

You just rolled your eyes at them. It never crossed your mind that maybe they were right. You and Mark have never acted like how friends should. Maybe it’s the reason why you’re in this mess after all.

You sighed to yourself. You miss him. You can’t even pretend that you don’t. He’s become such a huge part of your everyday life that you couldn’t just ignore the sudden empty space he left when he said he wanted to be alone. You know he needed time to be by himself. But a part of you keeps holding on to his promise that even after his confession, you two would still be friends. And friends text each other, right? So all your attempts at communication depended on just that.

Thursday, 5:31 PM

You: wanna go watch a movie? i’ll buy the tickets.

Mark: cant. i have an exam tomorrow. sorry :/ maybe next time?

You: oh. okay. goodluck on your exam :)

Friday, 2:21 AM

You: [photo] this is possibly the cutest cat photo i’ve seen in awhile

Mark: that’s cute but dogs are still cuter

You: … okay?

Mark: go to sleep, y/n

Friday, 12:03 PM

You: i know you dont have class rn. have lunch w me?

Mark: oh i already ate with jaemin. sorry!!

You: it’s okayyyy :>> i’ll see u later? it’s friday night sooo we can hang out.

Mark: idk the boys already asked me to go out tonight

You: oh okay have fun!

Saturday, 6:54 PM

You: maaaark

Mark: y/nnn

You: [types] i miss you kajdhfhdksjdh [deletes]

You: nothing haha wanna grab some coffee?

Saturday, 7:01 PM

You: nvm haha have a nice nighhhttt

Sunday, 10:21 PM

You: hey can we talk

Mark: ???

You: please?

Mark: ye what about?

You: you said we’d still be friends

Mark: lol aren’t we?

You: this isn’t how friends talk to each other. i miss having an actual conversation with you.

You: we dont even see each other anymore.

Mark: i literally reply more to u than i do to jaem wdym haha

You: wow fine okay

Mark: ?????

You: i guess i deserve that haha

Mark: im tired y/n. night.

You: :( nighttt

You checked your messages for the nth time, reading everything as if something was gonna miraculously change with the cold conversation thread. Your fingers have been hovering over the keypad, typing and deleting ‘i miss you’ and ‘talk to me’ for about a hundred times already.

You don’t get why you can’t just say it. What’s so wrong with telling your best friend you miss him? Why is it so hard to press send? Why are you suddenly so afraid of how he would reply or if he would even reply at all?

It was only 10:30 in the evening. You know for sure Mark is only lying about going to sleep. He never sleeps this early unless he really is tired. He does nothing on Sundays so he can’t possibly be tired. Sundays are usually just the two of you hanging out in his apartment or yours, just to watch movies or study together. So what did he do today?

“Stop thinking about him,” you grumbled to yourself. “It’s just Mark. He’s a big boy, he can handle himself.”

But that’s not the point, a voice inside your head said. Just tell him you miss him.

You typed it again, ‘I miss you,’ but deleted it as soon as it was finished. Again. 

You’ve spent everyday with Mark that it suddenly hurts to think he’s enjoying the time you usually spend together alone. It’s crazy how you can’t stop thinking about how his day went or if he’s okay or whether he’s eaten or not. You know how stubborn he can be. Sometimes, he’d get so engulfed in whatever he’s doing that he would accidentally skip meals unless you remind him otherwise. 

“Fuck this,” you muttered to yourself. You figured you won’t ever be left at peace if you don’t do anything about whatever you’re feeling, so you decided to text Jaemin.

Sunday, 10:52 PM

You: jaeeem hi :)

Jaemin: y/n!!!!! hello :>

You: sorry for bothering you but have you talked to mark lately?

Jaemin: im talking to him rn haha why? you want me to ask him something?

You: not really hahaha how is he?

Jaemin: haha why not ask him yourself

You: he doesnt wanna talk to me lol pls just answer

Jaemin: he’s stubborn as always. he wont listen to me.

You: why, what’s he doing?

Jaemin: idk but it’s definitely not talking to you ksjdjkd

You: … very funny

Jaemin: sorry lmaooo he’s running on an hour or two of sleep everyday

You: jaemin!! why won’t you scold him?

Jaemin: we do! he just doesn’t listen. u know he only listens to you.

Jaemin: idk why you guys still arent together lmao bunch of idiots tbh

You: we’re just friends

Jaemin: rlly? oh btw mark hyung is looking for his save the bees shirt. did u see it anywhere?

You: yeah he left it here like two weeks ago when he slept over

Jaemin: LMAOOO DOESNT SOUND LIKE FRIENDS TO ME CHIEF

You: i fckingskjfhfn hate you

Jaemin: HJSJSHHDJD ok but seriously tho mark hyung is fine. just give him time, he’ll come around.

Jaemin: he misses you but u didnt hear it from me

Jaemin: ok bye he’s getting suspicious now lol

You: idk how you’re both an angel and the devil at the same time

You: anw thanks jaem. dont tell him i asked about him lol byeee

You sighed, putting your phone down in surrender. Your mind was more of a mess now than it was before you talked to Jaemin. You hate that he makes sense especially about the weird, more-than-friendly dynamics of your relationship with Mark. But more importantly, your head was beginning to be overfilled with worry.

Mark runs on barely two hours of sleep everyday. No wonder he always looks so out of it whenever you see him in the hallway. You wanted to call him, to tell him that he should sleep already, to remind him that he shouldn’t overwork himself, that doing just enough is okay. But you know he doesn’t want to talk to you. The cold replies and the ‘????’ were more than enough to tell you that.

Still, you figured it was worth a try sending him a little reminder. So you grabbed your phone once again and typed a message, revealing a little more of your emotions than you intended to. And before you could even think twice about it, you hit send.

Sunday, 11:04 PM

You: hey i know you’re still not asleep. dont worry, you dont have to reply to me. i just wanna tell you that you should take care of yourself. i know you. you’re stubborn and sometimes you won’t sleep or eat unless someone reminds you to so,, this is me reminding you haha. stop overworking yourself mark, please? you cant be sick cause i cant take care of you since you wont talk to me… lol jk. but seriously, get more rest (and talk to me,, hahah jk again unless u wanna ;)) please go to sleep now. goodnight. see you around i guess.

You stopped texting Mark after that. You wondered if he would find the initiative to talk to you first if you didn’t start the conversation. Now, two days have passed and your sleep reminder remains to be the last message on your conversation thread. You couldn’t say it didn’t hurt. You were hoping for at least a small thanks but didn’t get anything at all.

You were starting to get more and more frustrated as the days went by. It’s so unfair that you are slowly losing your best friend because of this. It’s unfair that you can’t even be mad at him because you just broke his heart. You wished there was any way you could have changed what happened, but the past remains to be written.

That afternoon, you passed by one of the cafes you and Mark always go to. You went inside, suddenly craving their special banana muffin which he introduced to you some months ago. The owner recognized you right away as you came up to the cashier.

“You’re not with your boyfriend today?” she asked.

You felt your heart skip a beat and not in a good way. It hurt. You figured there was no use in explaining since she probably won’t believe that Mark is not your boyfriend so you just smiled sadly and answered, “No.”

The lady somehow talked you into buying two muffins so you can bring one to your “boyfriend.” After handing her your payment, you realized maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. Mark always brings you stuff whenever you’re mad or upset. He knows exactly what you’re craving for even before you knew you were craving for it. Why not try if it works on him?

As soon as you headed out the cafe, you whipped your phone out to text Jaemin, asking if he knew where Mark was. It’s Tuesday, his most free day of the week so he could be anywhere. Jaemin replied not after five minutes.

Jaemin: not sure but he mentioned something about the library??

You: okay thank you!

From that, you knew exactly where Mark is. There was a small patio-like spot beside the library that he likes going to. Not a lot of people utilize the place since the tables and chairs are almost always filled with dried fallen leaves from the surrounding trees but Mark likes the thought of being close to nature.

That day though, there were more people around the area than usual. It was lunchtime so most people were out of the classrooms. Still, it wasn’t hard spotting Mark. It has never been much of a challenge finding him in a crowd of people. You saw him as soon as he came into view, sitting by the table on the corner under one of the ginkgo trees. He had his laptop open and a box of food beside it. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration one moment and then he was laughing the next. 

You were about to make your way towards him but immediately stopped in your tracks when you realized he wasn’t alone.

You didn’t know who the girl was. You’ve seen her a lot of times in class and in the hallway. You even have a vague memory of Mark talking to her one time. But you never really bothered to learn her name. She had that soft, innocent look that goes so well with her shy smile. She had her hair tucked in her ears to show just enough of her pretty face. She was beautiful. Unconventionally but undeniably. But none of that mattered.

When she said something with a smirk and Mark let out his trademark laugh, nose scrunching, hand repeatedly hitting the table, shoulders shaking and all, it felt like something punched you in the stomach. He uttered something in reply and now both of them are clutching their sides for laughing too hard. 

He looks happy, you thought, I should be, too.

But you aren’t. You continued watching their exchange, him showing her something on his laptop and both of them laughing once again. Your chest felt heavy, like something was sitting on it and now it hurts to breathe. You didn’t realize you’ve been clutching the plastic bag containing the muffin too hard until you felt the sting of nails digging on your palms. You knew you should look away but you couldn’t. You wanted to run towards him. You wanted to tell the girl to scooch over so you can sit beside Mark and give him his muffin.

This is pathetic. I should be happy for him, you said to yourself. But why am I not?

You wanted to be angry, to scream and say that it should be you he’s laughing like that with. To say that it’s you he should be spending his time with. You wanted to ask if he still feels the way he said he does about you. And if he does, then why this? But you remained glued to the ground.

You hated how you were being selfish. You rejected him, remember? So why do you expect him to follow your tails like an intoxicated mad dog? Why can’t you be happy at the possibility that he found someone that feels the same way he does? Why does it… hurt? It’s not supposed to. If you really are friends, then him being happy with someone after your rejection should make you happy as well. If you really are friends, then you shouldn’t be standing here looking stupid, watching them from afar, wishing he’s with you instead.

“What are you looking at?”

You jumped at the sudden disruption, almost dropping your muffins. “What the hell, Jaemin?!” you whined, finally looking away from Mark.

“Mark hyung and Mina?” he snorted.

So that’s her name. “No,” you lied, forcing yourself to take a step away, then another, then another.

“Are you jealous?” Jaemin teased. “Have you finally realized you’re also whipped for our hyung?”

“No,” you grumbled.

“Then why are you almost crying?” 

You blinked. You didn’t even realize the tears pooling in your eyes. Why are you being like this? “Shut up. I’m not.”

Jaemin only shrugged. “Fine. Torture yourself, then.” He smirked. “By the way, Jeno and I are inviting people to our place this Friday after exams. Just some drinks and maybe karaoke, I don’t know. We all deserve a break from hell. Wanna come?”

You didn’t reply. Your mind was too preoccupied with other things.

“Mark hyung is coming,” he said. “Maybe Mina too.”

“I don’t wanna go,” you said immediately, suddenly coming up with a decision.

The boy laughed. “You are jealous! God, I love it when you prove yourself wrong. You shouldn’t be though. You already know he likes you.”

“I’m not jealous! Stop it,” you whined, really wanting to cry this time. Everything is so frustrating and Jaemin is not being of any help. You wanted to go home and just wrap yourself in your blanket and maybe one of Mark’s hoodies.

“Then come to our place this Friday. It’s gonna be fun.” He grinned.

“Fine. Whatever. Just get away from me, you little shit,” you said, kicking him lightly in the butt.

You didn’t know if it was a lie or not but if Mark really is seeing someone now, you just didn’t like the idea of seeing them flirt with each other in front of your eyes. Even the thought of it makes you want to pull all your hair out. Is that considered jealousy? If so, why are you feeling it for someone who’s supposed to be just a friend?

Thursday came and you found yourself crying after realizing the shirt you’ve been wearing the whole day was Mark’s. No wonder he looked surprised seeing you in the hallway. He looked away immediately though, acting as if you weren’t there. It didn’t even cross your mind since you use this shirt quite a lot.

After calming yourself down, you put your playlist on shuffle and cried some more after Friends by Ed Sheeran started playing. You didn’t even realize how fitting the song was for your situation until now. Mark probably did.

You remembered him singing that song once. The two of you were just lounging in his apartment. He was playing his guitar while you pretended to study when in reality you were just looking at him. You watched as his fingers plucked and strummed the guitar strings while he softly mumbled lyrics, head bobbing to the tune. He’s good. Unsurprisingly, since he’s good at everything.

When he realized you were staring at him, he turned his head slightly to meet your eyes, one side of his lips curling up into a smirk. “No, my friends won’t love me like you do,” he sang. 

You looked away, your cheeks heating up almost immediately. It was hard to focus on your readings when he’s sitting right in front of you looking like that, singing like that. You sighed. He truly was never being subtle about how he felt.

After finishing the song, Mark put his guitar down and laid his head on your lap, not even bothering to ask if it’s okay. That’s how comfortable you were with each other.

“What are you doing?” You remember whining.

“Wake me up after 15 minutes,” he said, already closing his eyes. You took a photo of him that night. He’s cute when he’s asleep. Even cuter when you look at him up close. 

Of course, you just had to search your camera roll to find the photo. When you did, it felt as if a storm was raging on your stomach and a gorilla was pounding on your chest. It never dawned to you just how much it hurts that he suddenly left you alone until that moment.

“Goddamn, I miss you so much,” you muttered, looking at his peaceful expression in the photo.

And then you cried some more. You feel lost.

All you wanted to do was curl up in his arms and inhale his scent and listen to how his day went (and maybe accidentally fall asleep together). It sucks because you really had no one else to turn to. The single person who has always been your safe place doesn’t want to talk to you and even if he did, you really wouldn’t know what to say. Perhaps friends really aren’t like that. The thought of everyone being right when they said that maybe you and Mark were never really just friends has never been stronger than it was tonight.

Still, you couldn’t be bothered to sort your feelings out.

He feels like home, you thought. It was the best way to explain the sense of comfort and safety and the feeling of being more than enough that he provides you. It’s the only thing you can think of when your mind drifts to how he is always the constant person that you run to at the end of the day. But friends can feel like home, too, right?

Not to this extent. Not really.

Friday. You found yourself aimlessly roaming around the neighborhood after your classes in the hopes of distracting yourself from your feelings or whatever the hell they’re supposed to be called. You wouldn’t have remembered Jaemin’s party if you didn’t happen to pass by their apartment building.

You stood in front of it for two solid minutes, contemplating whether to go or not.

Mark might be there, you thought. With everything that’s going on in your head and with all the mess happening in your chest, would it really be a good idea to see him? You thought maybe all these things you’re feeling are just a result of missing him. All these sadness and confusion might just be because you miss your best friend.

So you entered the building. You told yourself that you’ll try talking to him again this time, no matter how stubborn he’s going to be. And if it still doesn’t change anything, then you will take it as a sign to let him go. If not forever, then at least for now.

You reached the door to Jaemin and Jeno’s apartment. Even from the outside, the sound of the bass can already be heard. You wondered how long before the neighbors would file a complaint against them, but knowing Jaemin and Jeno, their neighbors are probably inside, partying with them right now.

Before entering, you looked down on your chest just to make sure you were wearing your own shirt and not Mark’s. It didn’t feel right wearing his stuff anymore. God, it really felt like you just broke up. Why is it like this?

You took a deep breath and opened the door. There were already a lot of people inside even if it was just 8 in the evening. Most of them, you know the faces of. You smiled to greet some and muttered a hi to others.

Renjun spotted you as soon as you came into the living room. “Y/N!” He grinned, handing you a cup of god knows what. “Jaemin said he invited you but we were all pretty sure you were gonna ghost us. But you didn’t!”

You laughed hesitantly. “Thanks, I guess?”

“Drink up. It’s a cocktail I made myself,” he said proudly, almost forcing the cup into your mouth.

You took a sip, figuring it won’t do any harm but you spat the liquid back to the cup as soon as it touched your tongue. “What the hell did you put in this?”

He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. I just mixed in everything I could find. Thanks for trying it out though. I’ve been looking for a volunteer for five minutes already.”

You frowned. There were a lot of things you were unsure of at the moment but there is one thing that’s certain: you have weird friends. You were about to complain to Renjun when he plucked the cup from your grip and went on to find another victim, not even bothering to listen when you said you literally spat on the cup.

Mark didn’t seem to be anywhere. The apartment wasn’t that big so if he was here, it would be easy to spot him. Maybe he decided not to show up after knowing you were coming. And honestly, part of you was relieved. As much as you wanted to talk to him, you still didn’t know what to say. 

I’m sorry I broke your heart, but I miss you so much and I did a lot of thinking and maybe we really shouldn’t be labeled as just friends but I don’t know if I love you, is that okay? That’s just stupid. This whole thing is stupid.

You wanted to leave. Parties have never really been your thing. You usually just go because Mark asked you to since he loves interacting with people. But you figured you needed some alcohol in your system, mainly as a distraction, but also to give you a boost of courage just in case. So you made your way to the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with anyone as much as possible.

You stopped in your tracks as you came to the kitchen. The sound of that laugh was all too familiar.

Great, you thought. Mark was there. And Mina was too. But so were Jeno and Jaemin who exchanged looks as soon as their eyes landed on you. They were all laughing about something before you came.

“You’re here!” Jaemin said a little too enthusiastically in a poor attempt to address the sudden increase of tension in the room.

“Hi,” you said, smiling sheepishly, purposefully avoiding Mark’s gaze which you could feel boring into you. “Just gonna get a drink.”

“Help yourself,” Jeno said. Jaemin smirked beside him. 

The refrigerator was just beside Mark. Just great, you thought again. You walked towards it, desperately trying to ignore the four pairs of eyes following your every move.

“Excuse me,” you muttered, still not looking at your best friend.

Mark took a step sideways before opening the fridge for you. You muttered a quick thanks before grabbing the first bottle your hands landed on, not even bothering to check what it was. You really just wanted to get out of there. Maybe the talking to Mark plan was flawed from the beginning because you clearly can’t find the courage in you to face him now.

Beside you, Mark clicked his tongue. He was so close that you could smell his perfume mixed with a bit of alcohol. It made your knees weak. 

He took the bottle from your hand and put it back before grabbing a different one and handing it to you. “The other one had vodka. Vodkas give you a headache, remember?” he said in a slightly annoyed tone.

“Oh.” Your voice sounded small even to your own ears. Not gonna lie, you wanted to cry at that moment. “Thanks.”

You could hear Jaemin snickering behind you but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care. You turned to everyone and said a quick goodbye before dashing out of the kitchen.

Your heart was beating hard and rapidly and not because you moved too fast. You didn’t know why but it hurt seeing Mark like that, like he was okay, like nothing changed with the two of you. It hurt knowing that even after everything, he still knows you the best.

You wanted to run. You wanted to disappear. But you couldn’t leave without passing by the kitchen. Somehow, you know someone in there would stop you. If not Mark, then definitely Jaemin. But you really wanted to be alone. So you resorted to the next best thing. You whipped your phone out and sent Jaemin a text.

You: thanks for inviting me to this party. now i feel like shit :D

Jaemin: IM SORRY BUT DONT LEAVE YET TF

You:  i need to be alone and i cant leave without passing by the kitchen and seeing mark. so pls let me use your room for a while.

You: i wont do anything i promise. i just need to calm down.

Jaemin: fine but dont lock the door

You: okay thanks

The door to Jaemin’s room was at the other end of the apartment. You made your way through the noisy crowd, slipping from Renjun’s weird gimmicks when he tried to make you a victim once again, before finally reaching the quiet confines of Jaemin’s room.

The thin walls barely blocked the noise but at least there was no one else here. You sat at the edge of the bed and placed the beer bottle on the floor. You forgot you didn’t even manage to open it. So you just stared at your feet, trying to catch your breath even if you didn’t do anything. That heavy feeling on your chest was back again. It was now associated with being in Mark’s presence.

You started counting to ten to calm yourself down before burying your face on your palms, breaking down into sobs as soon as your forehead came in contact with your fingers. “God, why can’t I just…” you cried, “... admit it to myself already?”

You wanted to thrash around in the bed in frustration but you thought Jaemin didn’t deserve such a mess so you settled with getting up and lightly banging your head against the door. It’s a bad habit you do when you feel annoyed or frustrated. Mark has always been reminding you to stop before you hurt yourself.

Mark. Again. You groaned, hitting your head a little harder this time.

Someone knocked on the door making you stop. You took a step back, thinking you just imagined it. But there it was again.

“Someone’s here,” you said, trying to hide the sound of your voice breaking.

“I know. Can I come in?” It was Mark. There was no question. 

Your heart started pounding on your chest once again. You wanted to tell him to go away but you couldn’t find it in yourself to do so. 

He took your silence as a yes. He swung the door slightly and poked his head through the small opening. Your hands immediately flew to your face to hide the fact that you’ve been crying.

“You know, I came in here because I didn’t wanna see you when I pass by the kitchen if I leave then you come here making me look like a clown,” you said, your voice muffled by your hands.

Mark chuckled softly. “Why didn’t you wanna see me?”

You didn’t reply. Your face felt hot, not just because of the tears that just won’t stop falling but also because all the blood has come rushing to your cheeks.

Mark grabbed both your wrists and gently lowered your hands down, trying to see your face, but your head bent down as soon as it wasn’t covered. “Y/N, look at me,” he said, hands still on your wrists.

“No.”

“Are you crying?” The idiot crouched down to have a glimpse of your face making you whine and cover your face again. “Last I checked, I should be the one looking brokenhearted around here.”

“God I hate you,” you mumbled. “You ignored me for nearly four weeks and you come in here just to make fun of me.”

He let out an empty laugh. “Well, you did break my heart so…”

At that, you removed your hands from your face to look at him. You were going to say sorry but Mark had that smug look on his face that made you want to punch him. It was almost convincing if you weren’t so good at reading the real emotions in his eyes. His expression softened upon finally seeing you properly.

He looked away, not being able to hold your gaze either. That just confirmed how hard he was trying to keep up with the exterior he was showing everyone.

“I’m sorry,” you said, voice breaking.

He sighed.  “I told you. It’s okay.”

“But it’s not,” you cried. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t realize how easy it was to misread what we had because let’s face it, we don’t act like ‘just friends.’ I’m sorry because I was too blind to see how you felt even when you weren’t really trying to hide it. I’m sorry because even though I rejected you, I was so selfish that I still wanted to keep you for myself without realizing that you probably needed to be away from me to move on. I’m sorry because…” you swallowed.

Mark was just looking at you, eyebrows slightly raised in anticipation of what you were going to say next. You missed him. You missed that cute face of his. You missed being in his presence. You missed his voice and his laugh and how he loves teasing you even if he probably feels like shit inside. You missed everything. Four weeks have been too long without each other. Four weeks is too long without your best friend. Four weeks is too long without your home. And that’s when you realized…

“... I can’t let you go. And I might be too late, but I’m sorry that I only just realized why.”

“Why?” he asked. 

It was a simple question. Why? Yet it managed to carve out every single feeling you’ve ever felt for this boy. Every little moment he made you laugh. Every small heartbreak you get when he fails to keep his tiny promises. Every single night you ‘accidentally’ fell asleep next to each other. Every ounce of fulfillment you get when you finally convince him to sleep after a long day. Every goodnight. Every good morning. Everything.

“I love you,” you said. It sounded almost like an exhale.

For a moment, Mark didn’t reply. Your head immediately started swarming with unwelcomed thoughts. Maybe you were too late. You almost forgot about Mina who he seems to be having an excellent time with. Maybe he managed to move on within those four weeks. It’s possible, right? You had your chance and you missed it. 

Finally, Mark let out a laugh, his head falling down to look at the floor. “I told you you didn’t have to say it back,” he said, voice soft.

You shook your head. “I’m not saying it because you said it first,” you said. “I realize this might be the worst timing but I just thought you should know you weren’t the only one being stupid enough to fall for their best friend. I was just too dumb to realize that that’s what it was.”

“Why would it be the worst timing?” He frowned.

You felt like crying again. You really wish you had some alcohol in your system right now. Why is this whole confession thing taking so long? “‘Cause you’re dating Mina? Or trying to. I don’t know. I tried not keeping tabs on you because our friends are assholes who wouldn’t stop teasing me. She’s pretty, by the way. You two look good together.”

Mark laughed again. It was raw and real this time, and god, the way your chest tightened in endearment at the sound was so pure. “You thought me and Mina are dating?”

“Aren’t you? I’ve seen you guys together a lot.” Well, once. But you tend to overestimate things.

“No!” He snorted. “Jaemin and I are trying to get her and Jeno together. If anything, she made me realize that we definitely aren’t just friends.”

“Really?” Now you just feel stupid. But what else is new? It’s all you’ve been feeling lately. Come to think of it, Mark and Mina didn’t even come close to how you two act with each other.

“Really,” he said. “Friends don’t stay at each other’s place and cuddle with each other just to fall asleep, Y/N. Besides, I said I love you, didn’t I? Did you really think that’s just gonna go away that quickly?”

“Mark, I can’t even sort my feelings out. How am I supposed to figure out how yours work?” You sighed.

“Fine. Just to be clear, I still love you. Even if you don’t, I love you,” he said, taking both your hands and placing it on his shoulder before putting his on your waist.

“But I do.”

“Say it then.”

“I love you. Even if you’re the dorkiest person I know, I love you.” Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair. You’ve run your hands through his hair so many times before. You wondered why it never crossed your mind that you liked doing it not because his hair is soft but because you were sucker for the domestic feeling of it.

Mark couldn’t stop himself from smiling that he had to bury his face at the crook of your neck. “I’m not used to this, sorry.”

“Me neither,” you laughed.

When he finally composed himself, he pulled away just enough to look at you. All those times you’ve stood this close before does not even compare to how it’s like right now. This is the perfect mix of feeling new but familiar.

“You have no idea how many mornings I fought the urge to kiss you whenever we wake up next to each other,” he said in a soft voice.

“Well, nothing’s stopping you know, is there?” you muttered, eyes fluttering to his lips.

You pulled Mark down by the neck as he pulled you closer to him, your lips finally connecting. The idea of kissing him isn’t new to you. There were so many times before that you’ve found yourself inches away from his face and slamming your lips together wouldn’t have been such a bad idea. But this is the first you actually kissed him yet he felt so familiar that you were almost sure you’ve done this a million times before. His lips were soft against yours that it made you weak in the knees. If he weren’t holding onto you like he was, you probably would’ve crumpled already.

The two of you pulled away, breathless.

“Wow,” he breathed. “That didn’t even come close to how I imagined it would feel like.”

You laughed. “This whole night didn’t come close to how I imagined it would be like. I thought you were gonna keep on ignoring me. And honestly, I wouldn’t know how to cope anymore because I really, really miss you already. So thanks for saving me.”

“Stop making me blush. I don’t know how I can possibly love you more than this.”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. This was only one of the very few times that the reality went better than your expectations. But then again, maybe you and Mark have always been meant to happen. It was happening even before you realized it was. And now that you finally managed to sort how you both felt, there was no more wasting chances.

“Do I still have to ask you to be my girlfriend?” he asked.

“We’ve literally slept in the same bed so many times. I’d be more surprised if we’re not dating already,” you joked.

Mark grinned. “You’re literally the only one who didn’t realize that until today, but it’s okay, I still love you.”

You laughed. “Wanna go outside and pretend we didn’t make up? I’m 100% sure Jaemin betted on us.”

“I worry how your mind works sometimes, Y/N,” Mark said with a frown before kissing you on the forehead. “But let’s do it.”

You smiled. You’ve said it a lot but you really missed this proximity. You missed being able to hug him whenever you want, and now you can kiss him whenever you want too. You wanted to say you could get used to this, but the thing is… you already are.