#as you can tell i dont have much experiences with drinking or drunk people

[spacexseven]

tuna quick concept for you: drunk yans. hear me out.

flirty!drunk chuuya. even when hes a yandere he somehow also manages to be a tsundere. sure, he stalks you and frets and sends you gifts and wants to kill anyone who gets close to you… but that doesnt mean he has a crush on you! dont be so arrogant! his “flirting” is a lot of getting nervous, saying something super rude or embarrassing, and then wanting to punch himself in the face about it for the next week. (especially with mean! subordinate au chuuya who is already flustered cuz he knows you dont like him) but when hes drunk? entirely different story. he usually scowls and looks away when you try to greet him, but now he’s so happy to see you he’s about to fall out of his seat. as soon as youre within arms reach hes all over you. touchy touchy touchy. hangs off your arm and giggles, every so often burying his red face in your neck and nipping at you. if you move away he just giggles some more before tugging you back over. he’ll only get bolder as he gets drunker, eventually moving over so much that he’s just fully sitting in your lap (for my male/amab readers he might start teasingly grinding down on you at this point) and spending the rest of his consciousness muttering about how pretty you are. might grab your face and try to kiss you but will completely miss and headbutt you. cue more giggles. he can only hold his liquor for so long, so eventually he’ll just curl up and go to sleep and you can carry his 10 pound ass out. expect him to avoid you like the plague for a while if he manages to remember.

emotional!drunk dazai. yan dazai plays his cards close to his chest with you to start out with. the idea of you knowing just how much he wants you makes him anxious, out of both resistance to vulnerability and fear of scaring you off. he’ll be pretty aloof, maybe even cruel, to try to offset his growing desires. it becomes harder as he gets more attached to you to not pounce on you and smother you with his affections every time you enter his sight, but hes determined. but then he gets drunk and all bets are off. it could be for any number of reasons, trying to give himself alcohol poisoning, oda and ango or the ada inviting him out to unwind, whatever. he ends up the same way, miserable. all he can think about is how he wants to die, needs to die. how pointless living is and how hes so empty and- you. he starts to think about YOU. how happy you make him feel. and once he gets his hands on you theres no way out. he’ll either start wandering around looking for you or the people he’s with will bring you to him cuz he keeps muttering your name sadly and its getting hard to watch. its certainly a sight, seeing THE dazai with wide eyes brimming with tears, tugging at your shirt and whining. if you try to get away he’ll start sobbing and throw his arms around you and beg you not to leave him so just let him do what he needs to do. hope you wanted to spend you night with dazai (who, if this is mafia dazai, might be your boss) snuggling you and murmuring insane little rants about his feelings for you into your neck, which he only stops doing so he can kiss you wetly on the cheek. if you think you can just play along til you get him smiling again and then leave you’re sorely mistaken. he WILL notice you trying to sneak out and WILL grab your hand and nervously ask where you’re going, already starting to get upset again. you’re in for a long night. 

was gonna do more but it turns out im a LIAR and this wasnt quick at all. let me know if you want more ig i dont know why this made me so insane. I got sleepy drunk ranpo and clingy drunk aku on the back burner.

- 🩹

SLEEPY DRUNK RANPO!!! YES

cw: yandere characters, intoxicated characters, non-consensual kissing.

maybe one night a large group of people from the pm decide to go drinking and of course dazai tags along. he just wants to get under your skin so badly all the time that it would be more surprising for you if he didn't come. chuuya, on the other hand, you were not expecting. the executive probably had better places to be than a seedy bar in the heart of the city. it doesn't seem like his scene but...what would you know?

as the night progressed, the two higher-ups drank an alarming amount. chuuya was the first to succumb, intoxicated and whiny. you've always known chuuya to be somewhat stern, even when he helped you out, it was accompanied by a scoff and he would stride back as swiftly as he came. so it was understandably shocking when he slumped down against your front. you were painfully stiff as he laid his head on your chest and an arm around your muddle. chuuya was half-falling off the seat and whining into your ear about how warm you were as you sat, frozen.

he raises his head and started placing sloppy kisses down your neck, pausing periodically to giggle before continuing. a clumsy hand squeezes your thigh and he starts trying to proposition you in what he might have thought was a sexy whisper, but sounded more like him slurring and mumbling to himself.

his messy attempts at kissing were quickly averted by a slight move of your head, but he doesn't give up, continously alternating between pouting, giggling and kissing. eventually, to your relief, he finally slumped over, breathing slowly as he falls asleep.

now, to drag him back...

dazai was out with everyone only because you were there, though he wouldn't admit it. him trying to outdrink chuuya was just a sad attempt at a distraction that he ended up taking too seriously, eventually becoming inebriated enough to blank out ane then start dozing off.

he snaps back awake to stare at you with wide eyes, his mouth agape as he attempts to process the scene.

"[name]? you..." and then he starts bawling his eyes out, grabbing onto you with a surprisingly strong grip.

dazai also clings on to you all the time, sobbing about how much he loves you and please don't leave he won't hurt you again! he doesn't kiss you as much as chuuya but he is surprisingly talkative (although most of it is indecipherable).

he doesn't ever let go, and you have no choice but to escort him back, knowing everyone else was terrified of the executive. hopefully he won't wake up embarrassed and decides to take it out on you.

[cosmicstarlatte]

Mexican Restaurant (Obey Me!)

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You and the brothers got hungry and end up at an authentic hole-in-the wall Mexican restaurant. They decide to put their spanish to the test.

»Characters: Demon Bros

»Tags: Bilingual (Spanish/English) Bulleted style fic, Gender Neutral, Pathetic Lucifer lmao

»Note: Sorry if the grammar/spelling is off. Ye ye, I'm Mexican but my spanish is okay at most. 💀

Lucifer:

"Es picante? Lo quiero ordenar." (It's spicy? I want to order it.)

Ordered first

He didn't want you to translate for him

He wanted to use his limited Spanish to impress you

Wouldn't stop smirking since he felt like he was quite impressive

Until Mammon took over

Bitterly ate his enchiladas

He didn't understand what guapo (handsome) meant but heard it frequently in his direction

His pride wouldn't let him ask you

Sulked for the rest of the night

You asked if he was okay

"Si."

Mammon:

" Y esto cuanto cuesta? QUE!? " (And this is how much? WHAT!?)

Yeah he picked up *some* Spanish due to possible illegal activities

Took advantage of the free chips and salsa

Ordered steak fajitas

Sung and danced with the band

Yeah he was kind of drunk

Wore the title of "El Mamon" proudly without knowing it can be translated to "Idiot" in Spanish

"No te preocupes, yo te cuido" (Dont worry I'll take care of you)

Got his and your meals taken care of by the end of the night

The people hope to see El Mamon [affectionate] again, he's always welcome

Levi:

"Hola! Mi nombre es Leviathan!" (Hello! My name is Leviathan!)

Wanted to impress you so he refused to have you help him

Just pointed at something at the menu

"Por favor!" (Please!)

"El especial es muy picante...seguro que lo quieres? '...si!?' " (The special is very spicy...are you sure you want it? ...yes!?)

Was confused when they brought a crowd with his food

Held back his tears while he ate El Diablo Fuerte burrito challenge

"Mm..so...good..."

Passed out after saying that

For once, Levi's embarrassing scene made Lucifer feel better

Satan:

"Si, tamales por favor." (Yes, tamales please.)

Also a little fluent but not like Mammon

Practiced his Spanish with you, it was pretty cute tbh

Could practically eat from Lucifer's bitter energy alone

Learned to flirt with you in spanish

Took a chance and danced with you

Smirked at Lucifer while dancing

Asmo:

"Hola!" (Hello!)

Only the most basic of Spanish words

Wasn't shy to admit he needed help with the menu so you sat very close and translated

Worked extremely well in his favor

Levi shot daggers at him while Lucifer continued sulking

Ordered a carne asada quesadilla platter

Posted an unconscious Levi on DevilSnap

Him and Mammon made the place livelier than usual

Ended up dancing and flirting with the server

Got his entire meal for free

Beel:

"Dame todo. 'Que?' Todo." (Give me everything. 'What?' Everything.)

Ron Swanson™️ energy

It's the only Spanish he ever needs when ordering so he gets by every time

Happily shared a little bit of everything with you

Upset that Belphie got in the way of spoon feeding you some churro ice cream

Finished Levi's burrito with ease

Asked the server for seconds

His bill paid for the restaurants rent for the month

Got a little jealous of everyone dancing with you

Yes he made his move and got his chance

Was the one to carry Levi back to the hotel

Belphie:

"Ayudame?" (Help me?)

Can actually navigate the menu on his own

He's use to it because of Beel

Wanted the same experience you gave Asmo

Which he got (much to Lucifers dismay)

But he ordered himself when the server came

"Horchata y birria tacos por favor." (Horchata and birria tacos please.)

Horchatas his favorite drink. I will die on this hill

You asked "Belphie do you actually know some spanish?"

" I just said I needed help. I never said I didn't know."

Was the one to tell Mammon to call himself El Mamon

Lucifer and Levi lost this one. 😔 What adventure will we go on next? 🤭

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[hirik0]

Like a virgin

Old perv Price/ inexperienced Graves, crack fic

Graves is 4 glasses in a bit more drunk then usally gets when it slips out of him. He sits at a tabel in the darkest corner of the bar with Price. "I never had more then a hand job", he says blushing out of embarressment. Price is looking at him in disbelieve. Graves is handsome there is no way he is that unexpired, but he stays silent let Graves tell him as much as he is willing to share, even if he probabtly wouldn't if he wasn't clearly drunk. "Always trained so hard at first, then we where in a war zone and it was not worth the risk to do more then hand jobs between comrades. Then with Shadow Company the work load just got more", Graves having the feeling he has to explain himself before he takes a big sip from his whisky, trying to wash his shame away with the drink. Price just nods along and holy shit it's like Graves opened a door in his brain or something like that. Price never understood what people found so attractive at someone with less sexual experience, why they are willing to teach them, he thought he never had the patient for that, but he would try for fucking Phillip Graves. Being the first to claim Graves ass, shit he wants that, wants to fold the comander in half, should he offer? Maybe not now when Graves is clearly to drunk when he told him something that personal. The problem is Price is already a lot for a expiriencend partner, having fantasys a lot can't keep up with or didnt enjoy when they are willing to try. No way he can convince Graves. Maybe if he starts small, just with .. no stop he will not fuck Shepherds fucking dog. "And you John, you ever problems to find someone?", Graves ask him looking at him with big doe eyes. "Not in the way you do", Price answers not even have listened to what Graves told him while has was stucked in his head. Probably better for Graves because Price is pretty sure he would never tell anyone that sober. He should better forget about it.

Graves drunk confession was nearly a week ago and Price thinks he's going insane. He knows Gaz calls him a pervert, Ghost uses even less flattert words if they talk about Price sex life, he knows that he's in some sick things, that people can't handel his more extreme fantasys. The problem is all his fantasys are orbiting around Phillip fucking Graves now. Every no matter how insignificant interaction they have his brain over analyses and trys to relate them to how Graves behaves in the bed. Every night he dreams about what a perfect littel student Graves would be, how he would follow orders perfectly, how eager he would be to please. He also knows this fantasys can be ruined with just one fuck, in wich Graves is destroying the fantasy version he made up. He wants the fantasys to end and at the same time to never end. He gets pulled back out if his head when Graves is entering his office. "John I have some files to get over", he says big smile on his face. They talk about work for a while and Price cant take it any longer. "The other night in the bar", he starts making Graves freeze and swallow nervously. "What about it?", Graves ask unsure pulling back from the desk bringing more distance between them. "I could teach you, some thinks if you want to", Price ofers, showing Graves all the cards he need to see right now. Graves jar drops open, his eyes go wide in shock and he has to sit down on the chair that luckily is right behind him. His face turns red and it just dont stop Price fears some blood vesel is about to explode. "I.. what the FUCK", he is finally abel to say after he moves his mouth a few times with out making a sound. "I mean is soundes like you would like do eh expand your horizon", Price explains himself further braceing himself to get punshed by Graves. Graves still beet red is walking out his office trying to dont walk to fast. And all Price can think about is if Graves face gets that red when he gets fucked in the sheets. Well that was a catastrophe and Graves seems to be very much not intrestet. He will have to life with that.

Graves can't stop thinking about what Price offert him now 3 weeks ago. He was mortified by it? Totally. Did he wish the ground would open and swallow him whole? Absolutely. Did he swear to never drink more then two glasses of alcohol ever again? Yes. And still could not stop thinking about it. Price offert him a judge free space to learn what he wants to learn. He wrote and burned a bunch of lists with the positive and negative consequences. And in the end he will take Price offer, like how much is there to learn? Its probably a not even more then 5 lessons total. It will not harm them in any way and not change their relationship its a very transactional relationship. Price gets free sex and he gets knowledge, perfect treat no strings attached. So he desites that after the briefing he will ask if the offer still stands, its harmless. A bit more them the brothers in arms hand jobs he used to have, but its the same principle right? The briefing is long and he thinks of chicken out of it. God this is embarrassing he's 33 and has to ask someone to teach him how to gave sex, he should have figured that out as a teenager like everyone else, but he he grew up in rural Texas. His family picture perfect fundamental Christians and if he hadent had his best friend and his parents he would have no sex education at all. Being so nice to explain atleast how sex in a heterosexual marriage is suposed to be. Not that it helped 15 year old gay teenager Graves at the time and it was embarrassing but he figured out the rest on his own. He takes a deep breath before he steps closer to Price. "Does the offer still stands?", Graves ask nervously tapping his fingers against his legs. Price raises his eyebrows in suprise before a smile is apearing on his face. "Of course, your free this evening?", Price ask not believing what he's hearing but rolling with it. Graves blushes at this, with how early this is about to start, his ears are on fire his cheeks a bright pink. "Just talking, don't worry", Price says with a wink before leaving the room. Graves wishes they would skip the talking part and just to hands on teaching.

Graves enters Price office nervously a round 7 pm. Price looks up from his paper work to smile at him till he gets back to work. Graves squirms on the chair nervously waiting for Price to finish his report, somehow Price being so casual about this is not really helping his nerves, quite the opposite. "Relax", Price says calmly while he signs the document. "Relax, it's not like we.. this is a normal meeting", Graves hisses. Years of religious shame make it hard for him to even say what this is about. He's blushing already and they haven't even started. Price finally looks up from his desk and he's making Graves squirm again under his gaze. "So, what have you done?", Price ask casually and Graves envys him for hiw casual he can talk about sex. "What I told you in the bar", Graves answers. "Phillip I need a bit more then that." "Hand work nothing more", Graves says trying to be vague. "Not even expirimented with toys?", Price ask suprised thinking that Graves inexperience is limit to doing it with other people. "God Price, they told us in church you go to hell if we do anything that's not sex with in marriage between a man and a woman. I thought god personally will set me in fire on Sunday when I wanked of you really think I used toys?", Graves hisses mortifyed, his blush slowly spreading down to his chest, god this is humiliating. Price makes a unhelpful oh sound. "No problem, just makes this agreement go longer", Price reasures him, trying to show Graves that this is nothing to be ashamed about. "How long you think we need?", Graves ask, needing a shedule to work with. "As long as you want it to go", Price answers frowning confused. "Oh.. I eh thought we would set a set number of meetings", Graves says sheepish, rubbing the back of his head looking at the floor. "We can do that if you want, let's start with 10", Price ofers knowing he has to follow Graves lead here. Graves eyes widen at this 10? Thats already doppel what he thinks they need, but Price can probably put a better time frame on this then him. "10 is good", Graves says a bit unsure still not abel to look at Price. "We can do less", Price ofers at the hesitation in Graves voice. "No 10 is good", Graves reassures a bit to loud and to fast for Price liking but he can always ask after every lesson if Graves wants to continue. "Your free on Saturday?", Price ask already having blocked the day for time off just having to put in the paper work. "The whole day?", Graves ask getting nervous again. "Eager to learn?", Price jokes, but its not landing Graves against nervously squirming in the chair. "John", Graves warns his face being beet red, but he finally looks up heated eyes burning in to Price. Oh Price has the feeling ones Graves gets out of his shell they will have a lot of fun. "Just tell me a time.", Graves says sounding uterly mortifyed his gaze going behind Price. "3 pm? At my appartement?", Price asks and Graves nods looking still a bit unsure. Well they can start with what Graves knows and slowly work up from there. Price writes down his adresse and gives it to Graves wordlesly. Graves walks out of the office, felling shame but also a wiered exitment.

Graves stands in front of Price appartment door, he is 30 minutes early and he struggels to make a dessition. He takes deep breath before knocking at the door. Price opens nearly instantly big smile on his face amd it helps with Graves nerves. He steps in nervously smiling back. He didnt know if he should bring anything so he didnt, but he had a longer shower and groomed himself. Price leats him in the livingroom. They sit on the couch together and Graves starts to wiggel uncomfortable. "Want something to drink to get a bit more relaxed?", Price ask getting nervous himself now because of Graves nervous energy. "I.. no", Graves ansers trying to stuckd as much to was he knows as possibel. Just to comrades sitting next to each other, with the hands in the pants of eachother. He did this before he can do it now, just a bit of a diffrent setting, he can work with it. "So how you usaly do this?", Price asks watching Graves intently. "I.. well he eh... god", Graves stammers taking a deep breath. "Just open fly and hands in the pants of the other, no looking, sitting next to each other, pretanding how ever you want to give you a hand job, cumming in you boxers", Graves explains and Price just nods already thinking about how to change it to something less steril. "How about we change the position a bit up", Price says after he choose between several posibel senarios. Graves sucks in his lower lip, slowly starting to nod. "What do you have in mind?" "You can sit with your back against my chest, so its still anoymous but with a better angle for my hand", Price explains thinking thats probably the most comfortable for Graves. "Yeah, I like this", Graves confirms before standing up to open his pants. God they are really doing this, his heart is racing he already is blushing. "Lube or spit?", Price ask while spreading his legs wider to make space for Graves in between them. "Lube." He is not even sure where Price gets the full bottel of lube from. Did he hide it under a cushion or something? "Its water based, clear and non sticky", Price explains while removing the seal. "Okey", Graves says not really knowing what the diffrence between the products is, for him lube is lube. Price smears a small amount on to Graves thigh and Graves looks confused. "To make sure your not allergic, burning dick sucks and kills the mode", Price explains.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

i had sex for the first time and it was kind of a horrible experience. i was checking out a bdsm club for the first time and a man in his 50s invited me to check out a different (sex) club the next day and bc i genuinely, idiotically thought he just wanted to introduce me to the scene and show me around i went. at the club he bought me a couple drinks, we talked and then he took me to a private room and went down on me. i didnt say no bc i was drunk and curious, and im bad at saying no to people in general. i thought maybe it would be fun. i wasnt into it at all but felt too bad to let him know. i faked an orgasm and left after a while. as we parted he kissed my cheek and said he hopes we can be friends. drunk me told him of course we could. the next morning i was hit with the worst wave of self loathing ive ever felt in my life, as well as just general disgust and regret. i cannot believe my first time was with an old man i feel zero attraction to. i already knew im probably a lesbian, but still i keep trying to be with men and i dont know why. i guess my question is do you have advice on how to get over a sexual experience you regret? how do i come to terms with the fact that my first time was with someone i feel grossed out just thinking about? and was i taken advantage of? im in my early 20s, he didnt know i was a virgin (i active implied that im not), and i know if i had said no he wouldve stopped. i wasnt falling down drunk or anything. he didnt really do anything wrong. i feel so stupid and ashamed of myself. i just wish my first time had been with a woman. i wish i hadnt been so naive and stupid and i wish i hadnt gotten drunk. i know its not true but i feel like no woman will ever want me now. i cant even masturbate bc the idea of doing something sexual, even just alone, reminds me of him and what i let him do to me. how do i move on from this?

hi anon,

I'm deeply sorry that this happened to you.

in this case, I would say the way to make peace with a sexual experience you regret is to understand that you aren't responsible for what was done to you.

to answer your question - yes, you were absolutely taken advantage of, and this person very much did do something wrong! quite a lot of somethings! he made the choice to lure someone younger and less knowledgeable to a secondary location you weren't familiar with, get you drunk, isolate you, and pressure you into sex that you didn't give enthusiastic consent to. all of that is CLASSIC predatory, manipulative behavior and reflects on him - not you.

you mentioned that you feel stupid; PLEASE don't. people are pressured into unpleasant sex all the time, very often in the exact same way you were: being entrapped in a situation where going along with it was easier than saying no. it's vile! and none of those people are at fault!

listen: you need to be on your side about this. would you tell anyone else who experienced this that they're stupid and naive? I hope not. I really hope you can find the compassion you'd extend to any other friend in this situation to yourself, because you're going to be the #1 person getting yourself through this.

feeling bad and gross about what happened is fine; what happened was bad and gross. please let those feelings happen and care for yourself while they do, because those feelings need to be felt! just be conscientious about which feelings you're indulging. it's fine to feel betrayed, violated, regretful, angry, sad, even to mourn for a better first sexual experience you could have had! just make sure to gently nudge yourself back if those feelings start veering into the realm of feeling guilty or responsible for the situation. not only is it unhelpful, it's not even true!

it's very sad that your first sexual experience was with someone you didn't want who treated you the way he did. in the future, when you're ready, I hope you'll be able to pursue healthier, mutually pleasurable experiences on your own terms. don't rush yourself to get back to any kind of sexuality, masturbation included - a good long break while you sort through your feelings may be very needed. there's no timeline you need to be on to recover from this; please don't get down on yourself for taking the time and space you need. if you don't have anyone in person you feel able to talk with, looking up online support and resources for people who have experienced sexual assault may be beneficial.

also, hey, please don't play the game of trying to say you don't belong in survivor spaces or how this wasn't an assault because your belief that he would have stopped if you'd told him to (a very generous assumption!) or because you led him to believe you had more sexual experience or it could have been worse or whatever. the feelings you're experience in the aftermath are textbook of assault survivors; that means the resources are for you!

also hey. listen to me. look at me. if any woman tries to tell you that you are less worthy of lesbian love and companionship because you have had sex with a man. ESPECIALLY a man who was taking advantage of you. you are going to send me their address and I will personally attack them with a baseball bat.

[psychicequalizer]

I don’t mean this as a personal attack or to be condescending since you are very young but one day you will mature and realize that trans liberation and the liberation of Palestine and Sudan are connected. Those are your siblings being bombed in their homes and starving to death because of the actions of your government. The very same boot on your neck is the boot on theirs. I understand not having a lot of agency to control international geopolitics vs. local political action, but I hope you can find it in your heart to still care and advocate for Congo, Palestine, Sudan, etc.

I have trans friends, Southern friends, and trans Southern friends who have watched tens and hundreds of their family members die since October and no, they can’t do a lot about it, but that doesn’t mean they quite rudely tell people to stop posting because it’s hopeless. Your cynicism is on no one else but you and to post the way you did about literal genocide is disgusting ngl. Please do some sober self reflection as to why people advocating against the slaughter of brown people bothers you so much, especially when you are fully capable of curating your own dash experience and never had to say anything in the first place.

Drink some water, rest well, and Free Palestine 🇵🇸

shit man i aint even gonna lie rn bc they say whatever you say drunk is probably what you really mean sober (i aint sober a lot but it is what it is rn) but man i cant do shit about nothin. i cant do shit about this. i cant do shit about nothin. i aint even that damn cynical neither, at least not compared to how damn cynical i was a couple years ago. n also shit, i already told yall that i aint educated enough on this shit to be takin no stance on neither side, n i aint tryna start no fuckin problems. im just real sick of hearin about it. n i aint even gonna lie, im about two fuckin seconds away from not even bein on this app no more. bout sick of it. shit bout all the people i met on here anyways save for about two of em aint even on here no more. whatever. im glad you think youre old n wise. good for you. happy for you. n as far as sayin shit, i can say say whatever the hell i want. this is my damn house n im allowed to say whatever the hell i want. you curate YOUR fuckin dash if you dont wanna see me. i dont give a fuck. shit i got 2k people followin this blog which is funny as hell but you aint gotta see me if you dont wanna. idc. im in a world where i do not need validation from people on tumblr to chill w myself. we chillin. i dont need you to tell me what the hell i should be doin. yeah i think palestine should be free. yeah i think everyone should be free. but there also aint no such thing as freedom n if you want me to elaborate on that lemme know n i will. godspeed brother (or sister idk i aint tryna assume nothin)

[diaryofseraph]

thought log 8/29

situation: i anticipate going out drinking with friends and am unsure if i want to double text luke saying that i love him, customary of what i normally do when i'm drunk, as he hasn't texted me back in a day

hot thought: i dont' want to seem like a fool saying that i love him when he clearly doesn't care about me. i feel weak and stupid doing so.

emotions: embarassed: 7/10, upset: 7/10

evidence for thought: he didn't text me back since yesterday afternoon

evidence against thought: it is not foolhardy to express my love for someone that i really care about. it's brave and really important. it represents the things that i care about in life -- being close to loved ones and making sure that i make the most of each day and telling them that i love them. i regret not doing so with my grandpa, as he passed away quickly and painfully, so showing my love to the people i care about is really important to me, as i never know if someone will survive to see another day.

i also think i got a lot of messaging growing up that showing love meant that you were vulnerable and weak. my parents never showed love to each other, and when my mom showed love to my dad through thoughtful actions, she was usually scorned and she would feel angry and regretful that she ever did something nice for him in the first place. i have also been told by my dad + mom to not be serious in relationships and that the love that i experience is not real love. and that i must always prioritize protecting myself, and that showing emotions is a weakness that others will prey upon. so when i do show love/affection in relationships, i often feel very hesitant and afraid, especially if it is not immediately reciprocated. i'm afraid of ending up like my mom in a relationship that she hates, and i'm afraid of people taking advantage of me for my potential wealth/status/other attributes that aren't actual love.

i'm in a relationship with someone who does not naturally show love through physical + verbal affection, which is really different from my prev relationship (though i'm sure kunal had a healthy relationship modeled for him growing up that had features of physical+verbal affection, so this was something that i became very comfortable with receiving + expressing as i was dating him). i know he does love me through his actions, and he is working on saying 'i love you' more and showing physical affection (holding my hand a lot, such as around his friends/family, giving me forehead + cheek kisses when he can, giving me a looot of hugs) because i explicitly told him that's what i wanted. he really cares about me, and it shows.

i'm not weak and stupid for showing my gratitude and love for someone. it takes a special strength to choose to be vulnerable and to choose to love someone. it takes strength to power through fear, doubt, anxiety, uncertainty to love someone. it takes strength to intentionally be delicate. and behind vulnerability is strength + courage. i think it's beautiful that i love him so much that i want to express it to him and that i get excited to tell him how i feel in these moments. it says a lot about who i am. and it makes both parties very happy, so it's a win win. :p

revised thought: i think it's a strength that i choose to be vulnerable around him and say that i love him. these moments can certainly be a boon to our relationship. i think these moments are endearing.

emotions: embarassed: 2/10, upset: 2/10

[franksintrayaoi]

Gizmo opened the bar door and heads quickly turned to face the man. Not because they knew him but because he was so tall,he towered over everyone in that building and he knew damn well he did. The bar was old,the floors creaked and it smelled of pure vodka and vodka based throw up. Gizmo trembled,not something you'd see usually for a man of his size but that never stopped him.

- Can I get a uhm whiskey sour? His voice was deep yet sounded so gentle and kind.

-we don't got those sissy drinks here,you take what's in the bottle that's it

A tall lanky woman with her sides shaved put her hands on gizmos shoulders. Her voice was husky and she played with his hair,he was blushing the whole time. The whole mojave knew gizmo wasn't to be messed with but he wouldn't lay a finger on people who didn't deserve it,hence why she wasn't scared.

In her husky voice she said

-hey big guy..why don't we have ourselves a drinking contest?both end in a reward

He blushed even harder. He was a total lightweight and wouldn't be able to handle all of that.

-uhm yeah sure....what alcohol are we doing?

-Spirytus.

That alcohol is 98% alcohol. Strongest you can still find in the mojave.

-oh man...I can certainly try. No guarantees.

-remember even if you loose you still get a reward.

The bartender laid out 5 shot glasses of the pure lava like alcohol. It burnt just to smell the goddamn thing.

Ready. Set. GO!

Gizmo ended up downing every single shot glass. But that wasn't the point of the contest,it was to see who would stay sober the longest and by now Gizmo was completely hammered. And so was the woman.

-whatzz a big guy liek you doing here eeheheh..

-whats your namee..

-Kc!!!!!

Her husky voice completely replaced by a slurred happy-go-lucky chant.

-shhhshsh....lemme walk you upstairs...

She attempted to walk him up the stairs but both of them fell. And kc landed on top of him.

-oooh enjoying the view there?

Gizmos face was completely covered by something he couldn't tell. And then it hit him...them were some tiddies in his face. He laughed so hard he started to cry. He didn't know if his laughing was cause it was funny or because he had never had boobs in his face before.

-why don't we take this outside..?seeing as both of us can't climb stairs.

They practically fell out of the door and shredded their clothes off. Gizmo looked absolutely handsome, his long locs were tied into a bun and he had a lovely body,he was muscular yet still chubby,you could tell he was livingthe high life.

And kc was equally as handsome,she didn't have much in the way of a chest but Gizmo loved how it complimented his body. She was so small compared to him,but compared to others she was also a giant.

-so big man are you gonna feel anything?

-im a..yknow...

-oh trust me I can tell.

-really..?

-oh honey you're shaking like a freeside junkie of course I can tell ya dont have any experience.

Kc pulled out a little tube of lube and spread it generously on her hands. Gizmo was clearly exited about this whole experience, his everything was hard and he was still shaking.

-now just relax big man..I don't bit..or maybe I do. Ya caught me when I'm drunk so I may.

She teased him quite a bit with her fingers, only touching him occasionally. To be frank she wanted him to beg for this and it looked like she was about to get what she wanted.

-please speed it up...I'm being tortured

-i did say you'd be getting punished for loosing didn't I?This is my reward big guy.

She gripped his erection and gave it a few tugs before trying to out the thing in her mouth. It was way too big for any of that. She steadied herself onto of him and grinded herself on his cock.

-i bet you like that dontcha you dirty boy?do you want more?

-please..KC I'm so desperate for this,please use me

Kc hovered herself above his cock and slowly put herself on top of it. It hurt but she liked that kinda stuff

-jesus fucking christ youre huge..I feel like this is a pole.

And then she got a idea,she's not exactly the only one with a hole and she was supposed to be taking dominance in this. She told him to get on his hands and knees and he listened.

-ooooh such a good boy aren't you?no more of this teasing,I wanna be inside your guts.

Gizmo whimpered and covered his face between his arms. Kc spread him apart and inserted a single finger.

-hnm I don't think this will be good enough for you big guy?you're aching for something bigger.

As she walked away she slapped his ass and went for her room to get her collection of toys.

-So Gizmo,pick your poison.

She held out a few toys and Gizmo pulled out the largest one she had.

-oh my you're such a dirty boy?she squirted a few pumps of lube on it and pressed it against his ass

-holy fuck..please put it in already Kc

Kc bit his neck and shoved it into him. He came immediately and Kc laughed about it.

-im gonna have to punish you for that Gizmo...

She pulled out the toy and only rubbed it against him. Gizmo groaned and shoved himself onto the toy.

-Oooh I see someone's taking control.....

She bit Gizmos neck and slowly pushed it in and out of him. His cock was dripping with precum and semen from when he had came before. He rolled over on his back and pulled kc on top of him with her ass hovering on his face

-woah there little big mak you're getting assertive aren't ya?she sat right on his face. She wasn't done being dominant yet.

IM SORRY.

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you 😀 I hope you got enough sleep haha.

Yes, I wanted brownies, but my friends smoked the stuff instead of using it in the brownies 🙄 but I would do edibles again no doubt. It was a fun experience.

Do you drink alcohol? If so, whats your drink of choice? (Hahaha)

I too have been wanting to ride inside a Nascar car and go around the track, i used to watch the races and it looks fun to just drive in such a fast speed.

For my bucket list though, I dont really know haha.

1. Design and build my own house.

2. Travel to Europe, maybe backpacking.

3. Go on a cruise ship.

And my guilty pleasure...listening to Taylor Swift 😬

Any exciting plans for today?

-CuriousGeorge

Hello hello youuu. 😆 i fell asleep on a nap.lol.

Yeah edible is fun if it's right amount. I like pen better.haha.

Oh yeees i drink alcohol. I used to like to get so fucked up when i drink..but as i get older, i prefer to smoke weed better than alcohol. Because im too old to handle the hangover. Now if i drink i limit myself only to get buzzed.

High n drunk is fun.lol. i like it. It's different feelings.

Oh yeaaahh how i want to travel to europe too someday especiallt france n uk. N i also want to design n hv my dream house.. describe ur dream house n i will tell u mine..hahha.

I hv been on a cruise.. it was a very very very fun experience. Went to cozumel mexico, grand cayman island and jamaica. A lot of people say that going on a cruise is a love hate kind of thing. My suggesttion is if u gonna go to on a cruise, it's better go big or go home.. it will be worth it to save money to get the biggest royal carribean cruise with their all u can eat n drink package.

Haha u r a swiftie? I listen to some of her song but not really all the time or all of her songs.

Nah, nothing exciting except thunder storm is coming n i love it.haha.i love rain so much n it's cold here all gloomy. My kind of weather.

Im ready for next question too if u r.haha.

Cheerio!

[del1ghted]

I just found your blog and really love your modern Xiao and Childe! would you maybe do some for Albedo or Diluc? :)

mhm of course !!

short modern au diluc & albedo relationship headcanons

pairings: diluc x reader, albedo x reader

warnings: none

fandom: genshin impact

gender neutral pronouns used as always !

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diluc

-> diluc is rich and rather well known around town, so i don’t think he’d be into public restaurant dates since too many people come up to him with questions about him or your relationship. he’d rather have a fancy meal at home with just the two of you, completely relaxed with the fireplace flickering in the background.

-> an absolute pro at cooking. despite him having adelinde and countless other maids at his disposal he prefers to be independent and be able to do things for himself. he tells you about the summer when he was younger how he desired to be a chef, which led to him learning and trying to perfect countless of dishes until the dream wore itself out. the recipes he favored the most he knows by heart and has you try them.

-> allows you and only you to braid and try different styles on him since he has a lot of hair, although he doesn’t have the courage to leave the comfort of his room with them unless you reassure him that he doesn't look ridiculous.

-> he can barely contain a soft smile if you show up during his shift at angel's share; if you agreed to hide your relationship for the sake of privacy it's pretty much useless since rumors spread regardless, no matter how hard diluc tries he can't stop how fond he looks when he sees you.

-> rants about his adoptive younger brother kaeya often. it's honestly a little endearing to see diluc riled up every once and awhile; losing his 'gentleman composure' in favor of smacking kaeya on the head occasionally. his jealousy stems from seeing you two together, while kaeya might have a naturally flirtatious personality he gets a little insecure if you get along really well with him.

-> this man goes above and beyond for anniversaries. he doesn't post much if not at all on social media but on special days he can't help but want to share how much he loves you with the world. diluc would book the fanciest places and have a little weekend get-away for just the two of you.

-> finds it adorable when you wear his coat, will subtly hand it to you more often under the guise that "it's cold."

"oh it's fine diluc i brought a jacke-"

"mine's better."

-> if you're bedridden with a fever he knows exactly what to do! used to taking care of himself and his brother while his dad was busy, adelinde also helps with providing medicine and soups that'll help with your headache. gives you his favorite brand of grape juice and light scented candles around your room to make you feel comfortable.

-

albedo

-> this boy's favorite thing to do is draw you. seriously- he keeps a separate sketchbook entirely dedicated to you because he can't get enough. it starts when he's at a cafe, mindlessly doodling over his notes when he realizes he's sketching out the beginnings of your face. he feels a little flustered but doesn't erase it because admittedly, he likes the drawing a lot.

-> not too good at expressing his love with words, so he'll reach down and lace your fingers together without explanation while recalling the results of an experiment.

-> loves museum, library, and study dates ! his favorite place to kiss you is against a shelf hidden away in the corner of the local bookstore - cupping your face oh so gently as he compliments your features.

-> a bit short tempered with others if he hasn't seen you all day; melts in your arms once he sees you and heaves a long sigh, complaining about everything that annoyed him that evening as you brush his hair back.

-> the slightest bit shy talking about his interests for long, thinks he's annoying you and may retreat just a bit once he realizes he's talked all evening. please tell him you adore hearing him speak about what he likes, his eyes will light up!!

“ah.. i apologize, i didn’t mean to continue for that long.”

“no no it’s alright! please continue i’m interested!”

“oh....okay then” :)

-> as said in his voicelines albedo thinks relationships are taxing because of the effort of maintaining it. his love language comes in quality time above all else, finding it much easier to stay in your presence. he’ll feel comfortable even if there’s no conversation going—you being there is enough.

-> if you’re an affectionate person he honestly might get a little spoiled and drunk off that love. good luck trying to leave bed in the morning, he’ll tug you down and wrap his arms around you stubbornly.

-> was never a morning person, the urge to stay in bed all the time only increases when he’s bundled up with you. despite his desire to never leave the comfort of the sheets, he brings you breakfast with your desired drink after you both get up.

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A/N: i hope i gave you what you were looking for ! thank you for requesting !!

... i had to add sibling kaeya cameo because we dont get soft kaeya and dilic in canon sigh >:[

[bratkook]

rough hands. (m) jjk

pairing : tattooed!jungkook x tattooed!reader (slight fuckboy!jk)

word count : 12k, (i hate myself why cant i ever write anything shorter than 10k goodbye)

genre : (fr)enemies to lovers, smut, this is for @mygukandonly​ ty for the idea and for sharing my thirst for jungkook lmao also ps. if you read this/enjoy it pls reblog bc tumblrs tags are dead af tysm

warnings : overstimulation, dirty talk (its kinda sweet tho?), playful banter during sex, unprotected sex

summary : how is he meant to confess that he’d tear off his left arm for you if you asked when he can see the way you look at him in disgust when his nervous rambling leads to retelling the raunchy stories of girl’s past

The muffled sound of your roommate and his best friend laughing in the kitchen can be heard through your bedroom wall, a smile spreading across your face when you hear Hoseok’s telltale joyous laugh, no doubt in the middle of telling a story. 

You rake your fingers through your hair once more, fluffing it up and stepping back from the mirror to give yourself a once over, your hands tugging down on the tight dress you had on. The black shiny latex hugging your curves in all the right spots and you smirk as excitement fills you when you think of the dumb shit you and your best friend Rina were going to get into tonight.

In the kitchen Hoseok pours another shot for himself and Jungkook, the two of them energized at going out tonight as well, the video game demo they had been working on at work had gotten approved, being given the green light to move further into it so they would be celebrating tonight. The rest of his friends were set to arrive at your shared apartment for some pregame drinks before they left to their designated bar of choice.

“Y/N! Take a shot.” Hoseok shouts out when you step out of the hallway, his head peeking out by the breakfast bar to see you. He’s wearing a simple white tshirt, his colorful tattooed arms on full display as he holds out a shot glass for you to take. As you step closer to grasp it Jungkook’s eyes bulge out at what you’re wearing, he chooses to throw back his shot, letting the burn of tequila take his mind off how hot you looked. Jungkook has had it bad for you for so long, you and Jungkook have ran in the same circle since high school, not exactly friends but there was always a mutual friend linking you two together.

Jeon Jungkook has always been shameless, even at the young age of 16, when his hair was all bangs and the only thing on his mind was bands, shows, and girls. His debauchery only worsened in college when his muscles bulked up and he started experimenting with tattoos, there is nothing horny college girls love more than a man with long black hair and inked sleeves so of course he embraced it. 

The social circle you two shared slowly dwindled away after the first year of college as people dropped out, moved out of state or started a career while you finished your schooling. Because of that, you hadn’t really seen or heard much about Jungkook during your last year of college, not sure if he ever finished, dropped out or took a year off. It wasn’t until fate had you responding to a room mate needed ad that lead you to Jung Hoseok and in turn leading you right back to Jeon Jungkook, full circle.

And in that reunion it was made clear that he had stayed exactly the same, the same 16 year old mentality trapped inside a bulked out tattooed man, his new found goal being getting under your skin because he loved seeing you upset.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s as you grab the shot glass, standing right beside Hoseok as he pours himself yet another shot. He just smirks at you, noticing your added height with the platform shoes you have on, “If you wear those shoes you can get on all the rides at Disney.”

He hides his smile behind the glass, seeing you roll your eyes as you throw back the shot, glaring at him once you swallow it, “Oh shut up, I’m normal sized, it’s not my fault you’re a fucking Titan.”

Hoseok laughs loudly at your comeback, his shoulders nudging Jungkook and seeing him fighting back a smile at your reaction, “Touché.”

The contents of the tequila bottle start to dry out so Hoseok pushes it away, opting for grabbing a cup to start making drinks to pace himself until his friends show up. You have the beginnings of a buzz warming you up, sliding out your phone to see that Rina texted you to come over, wanting to pregame as well before you went out together.

As you start texting her back your ears tune in to the story Jungkook had decided to start telling, reminiscing on the last time they had all gone out to that dive bar. His hands are animated as he tells Hoseok about the drunk girl he had his eyes on, the both of them ending up in the gross bathroom while she gave him a sloppy blowjob, stopping halfway through to puke all over the floor and how it had absolutely wounded his ego. Him and Hoseok are bent over in hysterics as you lock your phone and roll your eyes, like clockwork Jungkook had to start talking about his sexual escapades, “And that’s my cue to fuck off.”

You shove your phone into your tiny side bag as you start to walk away and Jungkook presses his lips together as he realizes once again he said something he shouldn’t have. Hoseok turns to look at you, “You sure you don’t wanna come out with us? It’ll be more fun than that fetish club you’re into.”

You laugh at him, acting as if he didn’t frequent that club as well, “Is Iseul joining you?”

He frowns at the mention of his girlfriend, getting a little sad that she would in fact not be joining him, “No, she’s got an early shift tomorrow so she cant.”

“Sorry but if she’s not there I’m not interested.” You tease with a shrug, throwing your arm up in a wave before leaving your apartment, the door slamming behind you.

Jungkook instantly sulks once you’re gone, mentally slapping himself for always managing to say stupid shit around you. He couldn’t help himself, the small crush he had spawned in high school when you were still the timid girl that wore band tees two sizes too big, and now that you had matured into this, all leather and stockings and tattoos that rivaled his, that crush had bloomed and with it came plenty of wet dreams and fantasies. 

He knew he stuck his foot in his mouth every time you two ended up in the same vicinity but his usual confident and cocky self became a nervous fucking wreck around you. His brain chose to either rile you up with mean jokes or let his mouth run on autopilot. Unfortunately the only two topics programmed in consisted of shit regarding his job as an audio engineer for video games or his raunchy one night stands. More often than not it was the latter, talking about vulgar things made you walk away, if he talked about technical shit that you didn’t know about, it left room for questions from you and more of a chance for him to embarrass himself.

He uncaps the tequila bottle again and tips it back, taking a swig from the bottle and accepting that he’d have to live with annoying you from afar.

Its not until you come home that night, absolutely hammered, while hes there that he gets the first glimpse that maybe his dreams aren’t so far fetched. He’s stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, the buzz of the night having left him a while ago, a bowl of cheerios in his hand that he’s currently shoveling into his mouth when you stumble in, tripping over the doors threshold as you giggle and attempt to shut it quietly as to not wake up Hoseok.

Jungkook smirks with a mouthful of cereal as you press your forehead against the door and double over in hushed laughter, no doubt remembering something stupid that happened earlier. “You okay?” He finally speaks up, scaring you, you whip around in shock and slam your back against the door, a small whimper of pain leaving you as you slide down until your butt meets the floor.

“Oh shit.” He sets his bowl down and goes over to make sure you’re okay, your body is slumped on the floor with your legs sprawled out and he forces himself to just stare at your face, a small frown on it now that you realize how drunk you are. But thanks to that, the usual dont touch me attitude you normally have is missing, letting Jungkook scoop you up by the arms. He swallows as his fingers go down to tug the hem of your dress since it had rode up from you sliding down, his fingers lingering slightly on your thigh.

Your head lolls over now that he’s holding you up and away from the wall, a small smile on your face as you stare at him, your finger coming up to gently prod at the bar he has in the center of his lip, seeing them curl up as well because fuck are you drunk.

Your eyes are having trouble focusing on him with the dim light and the two shots you took just as you left the bar finally settling into your system but you make him out just fine, the weird orange glow coming from the kitchen illuminating him enough for you to see him. “You’re really cute in this lighting.” You slur out.

Jungkook just blushes, not knowing how to respond to you because you complimenting him was not the norm. When your brain decides that your head is far too heavy to hold up it drops back, showing him the expanse of your neck and the beautiful peony you have at the side of it, just under your ear, leading up to the spot where your neck meets your collarbone and Jungkook can’t stop himself from thinking of sucking hickeys into the skin there, the purple splotches coloring the blackwork tattoo.

“Wow, you’re sloshed.” He hauls you up, the muscles on his body clearly not being for show as he carries you to your room. He flicks the light on and gently places you on your mattress, hearing you groan in protest but otherwise not moving. His hands start to unbuckle the straps to your shoes, cute leopard print platform heels with the words doll face adorning the toe strap and it was very much you.

They land on your hardwood floor with a loud thud but you don’t register it, your eyes staying shut as you shove your face into your sheets. He opts for leaving you in your dress, shoes were fine but clothing was uncharted territory so he just unfolds the fluffy throw blanket at the edge of your bed and drapes it over you. His hands turn you over until you’re on your side, a stack of pillows at your back so he knows you won’t run the risk of choking on your puke if the situation arises. When he knows you’re no longer at risk of dying he starts to get up, your hands coming to grasp his and it startles him to see your drunk eyes blinking at him softly.

Your lips are moving but he can’t make out what you’re saying so he inches closer, “Huh?”

When hes about a foot away your hands cup his cheeks and bring him in for a quick kiss, the scent of vodka filling his nose as he feels the softness of your lips, “Thank you Jungkookie.” The phrase slurs together in an almost incomprehensible sentence but he hears it as he pulls back, your eyes shutting and your hands dropping and laying limp beside you as you knock out.

Jungkook just stands at the edge of your bed, watching you sleep for a moment before he scurries out to the living room, forgetting about his cereal and collapsing onto the couch to crash, his hands rubbing his eyes almost as if he’s trying to wake himself up from the dream he swears hes in.

His night had been restless, he couldn’t even blame it on sleeping on a couch, he usually did that when he and Hoseok went out and he had to carry his best friend home. No his dreams had consisted of you and that damned latex dress, the small innocent kiss you gave him spurring him on, so he was thankful when he woke up and no longer had to be scared of you walking in on him saying some shit in his sleep.

Hes currently sprawled out on the couch, shirtless with his grey sweats on, one hand tucked behind his head as the other fiddled with his phone, scrolling through instagram and shamelessly rewatching your story for the millionth time. He just couldn’t stop replaying a video of you speaking into the camera, very drunk with a massive smile as you tried to get your friend who was in the background to face the camera, erupting into a laugh that made him smile along.

His finger presses down on his screen, pausing the video as his ears pick up the sound of a bedroom door opening, either Hoseok was up or you were. He wasn’t sure who he was hoping for but when he sees his friend walk out of his room with bedhead he wishes it was you.

Hoseok smacks his lips together a few times, his squinty eyes looking at Jungkook as he smiles, “How’d those jäger shots treat you?”

Jungkook laughs as he recalls Hoseok egging everyone on to take more of them, sitting up and ruffling his wavy hair, “I can still bounce back as quick as I did when I was 16.”

Hoseok just groans, his palm rubbing his forehead, “Wait until you hit 26.” He waddled into the kitchen and begins rummaging around, the sound of pills shaking in a container being a telltale sign that Hoseok desperately needed advil.

“Hungry?” He calls out and Jungkook hums in response, he was very hungry, he hadn’t wanted to get up and make himself food since last time he did he had mistakenly used up the last of your oat milk and you had been furious, tossing the empty carton at his head when you had tried to make yourself a bowl of cereal. “You cool with pancakes?”

“Dude you could give me a still frozen eggo waffle and I’d be grateful.”

Hoseok laughs loudly at his statement, pots and pans clanking together as he sets up and Jungkook winces, your bedroom shared a wall with the kitchen so it was only a matter of time until the noise woke you up.

It takes roughly 15 minutes of Hoseok chatting and the noise of the mixer to stir you from your sleep. Your mouth is dry and your eyes are pulsing from your headache when you fully awake, pushing yourself up from your bed you’re confused as to how you even got into it. The black dress you wore dug into your skin, the straps leaving deep imprints in your shoulders from the way you slept.

“What the hell.” You moan out, rolling your neck and staring down at the mountain of pillows that were laid out in a specific shape. Had Hoseok hauled your ass to bed last night?

The muffled sounds of chatter start back up, the smell of pancakes slipping under the crack in your door and you grin, hoping Hoseok had added chocolate chips into the mix.

Pancakes were a necessity right now, your stomach felt hollow and from past experiences if you waited too long to eat after drinking all night your hangover would last way longer, so you stand up, your sore feet aching as you shuffle to your drawers and pull out comfortable clothes.

When your door creaks open Jungkook stops talking, his fork staying impaled in the pancakes as the sound of your feet padding on the hardwood floor gets closer. Hes sat on the tall barstool facing the breakfast bar, Hoseok stood on the other side of it, both of them in the middle of eating when you finally show yourself.

Your eyes zero in on Jungkook and you frown, hes sitting shirtless, half of his back and side facing you, letting you see the swirls of black ink that cover the majority of his body. Your eyes follow the dragon that starts on his shoulder, tracing the head all the way down as its body curves and twists until the tail peaks away under the hem of his sweats, but you can’t drool over him, no matter how delicious he looked so you opt for being a brat.

“Don’t you have a home?”

Hoseok chokes on his laughter, seeing Jungkooks cheeks redden as he stares back at his plate. Did you not remember planting one on him last night? You were very drunk but c’mon, could the universe throw him a bone for once.

“Here, your stacks are over there, chocolate chips and all.” Hoseok flicks behind him, your gaze following and seeing the plate of pancakes with your name written all over it. The smile you have contrasts deeply with the look you had just given Jungkook, you were a sucker for chocolate chip pancakes.

You walk into the kitchen space and fix yourself up a plate, scooping out some of the leftover eggs in the pan and choosing to stand next to Hobi instead of sitting beside Jungkook. You’re both crammed on the small counter space beside the sink, the two of you had never gotten around to buying a dining table and always suffered the consequences so you always managed. 

You lift up the plate to your nose and inhale, sighing in appreciation, “Hoseok, Iseul is one lucky lady. Why hasn’t she put a ring on it yet?” You tease, setting the plate down and grabbing the syrup bottle to drown your pancakes in the sticky goodness.

Jungkook is blatantly staring at your plate in disgust, his eyes looking between his plate and your own, your pancakes covered in the thick syrup, the excess dripping off and pooling into your eggs.

“Jesus what.” You snap, setting the bottle down rather aggressively, sending him daggers as his face scrunches up at your food.

“Thats fucking disgusting.”

“You like your pancakes bone dry, I don’t fucking judge you so don’t judge me. We’ll see who’s laughing when you’re choking on your dry ass food.”

Hoseok just stands there as he eats his eggs, a stupid smirk on his face as you banter like children. It’s always entertaining for him, he wishes he could record every interaction because you and Jungkook were the same person, the same sick sense of humor and quick drags made for some interesting comebacks.

He can see Jungkook getting increasingly flustered as you both continue shooting insults at each other about breakfast food, the dreaded oat milk fiasco being brought up and when you point your fork at Jungkook threateningly thats when Hoseok steps in as referee. “Alright, alright children enough!”

He raises his arms up, silencing you both and forcing you to drop your makeshift weapon, “Jungkook, you know the oat milk scandal is a sensitive subject so minus 10 points for bringing it up.” Jungkook glares when you poke your tongue out at him, “And Y/N, Jungkooks right, you drowning your shit in syrup is disgusting so minus 15 points for that.” And now Jungkook is grinning at you mockingly, enjoying the shock on your face as you look at Hoseok, calling him a traitor and picking up your plate to go eat in your room since no one fucking appreciates me in this stupid house!

When your door slams shut Jungkook chuckles, his tongue prodding at his cheek as he shakes his head and resumes eating his breakfast. Hoseok holds his coffee cup next to his lip as he stares at his friend, “You two fight like a married couple.”

Jungkook’s reaction is immediate, scoffing and rolling his eyes, “She’s just annoying.”

Hoseok hums, nodding along like he believes Jungkook, “Ah, so are we both still pretending you don’t have it bad for her?”

That gets a real reaction from the younger boy, his eyes darting to the wall that you share with the kitchen before glaring back at his friend, “Dude!” He whines, his shoulders sagging, “Do you want her to hear you?” Hoseok just cackles, grabbing his dishes and placing them in the sink to start washing them. Jungkook just continues grumbling to himself, his fork clanking against the plate as he stabs his pancakes aggressively.

“Give yourself some credit Kook, she doesn’t hate you like you think she does.” Jungkook found that hard to believe, your morning greeting of accusing him of being homeless due to him always being at your place showed him how you really felt, but last night was the first time he had felt like maybe deep down you thought he was cute enough to kiss.

“Last night,” he starts off, setting his fork down, “she came home at like 4am totally wasted, I don’t even know how she managed to climb the stairs up to the front door. I carried her to bed and she uh, she kissed me.” He whispers the last part, his eyes glancing at the shared wall again, praying you were listening to music and not hearing this conversation.

Hoseok shuts off the faucet, whipping around with wide eyes, “Huh? Like coherently kissed you with tongue down your throat or like drunk peck kissed you?”

“The second one.”

The expression on Hoseoks face doesn’t comfort Jungkook, he’s pouting in sympathy, “I mean, she kisses Iseul with tongue and everything-”

“Okay but-wait what?” Jungkook stops himself from interrupting further, his interested piqued in hearing about you and Hoseok’s girlfriend making out. It was a regular occurrence, if you both got drunk enough the compliments began and before Hoseok knew it you and his girlfriend were swapping spit and then acting like nothing happened as you entered the dance floor.

His friend rolls his eyes at the look Jungkook throws at him, “Yeah, I think Iseul loves her more than me.”

“Okay well tell her to get in fucking line.” Jungkook jokes, “But no, she kissed me last night and considering she doesn’t like me within her bubble it has to mean something right?”

Hoseok pats his hands dry as he approaches the breakfast bar again, Jungkook looks unsure, his teeth nibbling on his lip piercing as he stares at him. The conversation had switched over drastically from Jungkook pretending he wouldn’t lay his body across a puddle of water for you to cross, now he looked like a nervous teenager that didn’t want to get rejected by his crush.

“I don’t know dude, you’re gonna have to say something to find out.”

Hoseok knew more than he would ever tell Jungkook, you had openly confessed to wanting to climb him like a tree only if he wore a muzzle a few months back so Hoseok knew Jungkook had a chance at least. The only issue was he wasn’t sure just sleeping with you would be enough for his friend, the crush he had been harboring was too strong for a one night stand and he wasn’t convinced you’d want the same so Hoseok kept his mouth shut, letting you two figure it out.

He tried his best to make it so you two would be around each other, always inviting Jungkook over or inviting you out with them but Jungkook never did himself any favors, he needed you guys to hang out in a different environment that didn’t require loud music and other girls so when his girlfriend suggests taking a weekend trip to her family’s lake cabin he doesn’t think twice before inviting you to join.

The weather lately had been miserable, the highs skyrocketing into the 100s so you didn’t hesitate to say yes, on the condition that you could bring your best friend with you just in case the rest of Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.

When the day comes you and your friend have to leave a few hours after the rest of the group does, having to wait for Rina to get off her short morning shift before you embark on the 2 hour drive. So walking into the cabin you’re met with some unfamiliar faces staring back at you from their place on the couch. You give a wave, spotting Iseul on a lounger, she smiles widely and hops up, bounding over to you and wrapping you in a hug.

“Yay, you made it!” She pulls back and greets Rina, standing beside you both and gesturing to the full room. “Guys this is Y/N and Rina.” They all wave back as she starts to introduce them in order, Jimin had red hair and a nose ring, Yoongi had grey hair and a rose tattoo on his hand, The last one to be introduced is Taehyung, brown hair and a wide smile, giving you and your friend a wave. Jungkook and Hoseok give you a wave as well, no introductions needed for them.

Due to your late arrival all the rooms have already been decided on, Jimin and Yoongi lucking out with securing the master suite but you and Rina had no complaints, grateful to have even been invited.

Now that introductions were out of the way and everyone was here Hoseok announces that hes gonna start up the grill outside to make some food. Everyone gets up to start assisting but you and Rina head back out to haul your bags in along with the alcohol and groceries you bought.

The weather is humid and gross, your skin tacky with sweat so you’re wearing the least amount of clothing you can. Already in a stringy gray bikini, a loose cut up tank top and the shortest shorts Jungkook has ever seen on you. Your tattoos on full display, the florals that cover your entire left arm, reaching your shoulder, he follows them up and over his eyes glued to the bold lines on your back that peek out when your shirt moves.

When you bend over to set down the box of drinks he stares at your ass, trailing down the soft skin of your thighs that were bare compared to the rest of your body. Tae elbows him harshly, “So thats Y/N I’m assuming?”

Jungkook grunts in response, swallowing when he sees you pull your hair up, exposing your neck and that tattoo he desperately wants to mark up, “You ever gonna make a move?”

“I don’t have the balls.”

Tae hums, “Great, well I do so see ya.” He slaps his arm and Jungkook thinks hes joking until Taehyung actually makes his way over to you, offering to help carry your bag to your room upstairs. The grateful smile you give him makes Jungkooks face twitch, you only ever smiled at him like that when you were wasted

Taehyung wasn’t actually going to hit on you, he wasn’t a cruel friend. He was just going to flirt harmlessly, give Jungkook a reason to fucking make a move. Rina is all giggles as she watches you follow Tae up the stairs, pointing towards the room you had been assigned.

As he walks in front of you, making friendly conversation you take the time to stare at him. It seems all of Jung Hoseoks friends were fucking god sent, Tae’s fluffy brown hair and kind eyes were easy to warm up to, his style more toned down than Jungkooks, only a few minimal tattoos scattered on his arms.

He sets your bag down on the bed and turns to you with his hands on his hips, “Thank you.” You mutter out, walking over to the window and shutting the blinds slightly to stop the sun from beating into the room and warming it up further.

“Yeah no problem, have you ever been here before?” He asks, making himself comfy on your bed.

“No, never. Super glad to finally have a friend who can say they have a lake house though.”

He agrees whole heartedly, the both of you making your way back out of the room and into the dining room to try to see what you could help out with.

It only takes less than a hour for everyone to gather around the table, munching on their hamburgers and hotdogs as you listen to Hoseok, Yoongi and Iseul talking about the summers they used to spend here during high school, all of them having grown up together.

“You two went to high school together also right?” Iseul speaks up when the laughter dies down, her fingers pointing between you and Jungkook. She smirks to herself when she sees the look on Jungkook’s face, swatting Hoseoks hand away from her side as he tries to pinch her for putting the two of you on the spot, he knows what shes up to.

“Oh, yeah we did.” You sigh, shaking your head as you think back to high school and all the cringeworthy things that happened. “Had a lot of mutual friends but uh, we didn’t have lake house summer hangouts like you guys did. The closest we got was backyard house shows during the summer that reeked of B.O.”

Jungkook lets out a laugh, nodding along as he remembers the shows your group would end up at. The group you had was a pretty huge on, all of the kids in your grade that liked the same music tended to bunch together and do things as a herd so even though you technically went to shows together it wasn’t one on one.

“Wait, do you remember that show the summer after high school where I dove off the stage–“

“Your dumbass always did that.”

He waves you off, determined to tell the story he sort of remembered, “I know, but this time all I remember was jumping off and then waking up with everyone huddled around me trying to call an ambulance.”

Your eyes widen as you recall the exact day he was talking about, it was a typical backyard show with too many underaged kids getting drunk off beer. Everything was set up like it normally was, a makeshift stage and amps against the brick wall with a small crowd huddled around it. The only difference was this house had a pool, an empty one, and although everyone had been cautioned to stay away, once people got hammered nothing mattered.

The crowd surrounding the stage was teetering close to the edge of the pool so you and your friend at the time chose to watch from the sidelines, and thats when a very drunk 17 year old Jungkook hopped onto the stage, wobbling onto the top of the drum kit and catapulting himself into the crowd. They had managed to catch him and started crowd surfing him back, right into the empty pool. Jungkook had been tossed into the deep end, head first and you had seen it all happen.

“There was so much fucking blood.” You shiver as you recall the group of you running into the pool to make sure he was alive. He had managed to bust his head open and as you saw him with blood dripping down his head you realized then that you really didn’t dislike him as much as you claimed you did because you really didn’t want him to die.

Jungkook throws his head back and laughs loudly, morbidly recalling how his friends had told him to go to the hospital in fear that he had a concussion or needed stitches and even though he said he was fine he was lowkey scared to sleep that night and not wake up the morning after.

Everyone laughs along, enjoying the way Jungkook turns a traumatic story into casual conversation. When Jimin asks what he did after he gained consciousness Jungkook just smirks as he drinks the last of his beer before shrugging, “I drank some more and got back into the crowd.”

You just cover your face in second hand embarrassment at the memory, a few laughs slipping out because yeah it had been slightly traumatic but also kinda funny.

“Have you changed much since high school?” You lift your head and see Taehyung had addressed his question to you and Jungkook chuckles under his breath, remembering your quiet demeanor.

It wasn’t until college that you came out of your shell, gaining confidence and experimenting with your fashion and hair colors, the tattoos covering your body increasing quickly. But Jungkook could say your personality has stayed the same, sure you were no longer timid, quick to bite back now but the personality he had found himself latching onto had stayed the same. Even when you two distanced yourselves he always thought of you, he liked to think it was fate that had you and him both knowing Hoseok.

“Definitely, for the better though.” Jungkook eyes his friend like a hawk, the small smirk on his face as he stares at you from across the table, making eye contact for a second before looking back at you. Jungkook sees the way you lean on the table, your cheeks tinting when you see the way he stares at you.

“I’d love to see photos, ya know, to compare.” The laugh you let out has Jungkook sulking. Taehyung was charming, all the girls flocking to him and usually Jungkook was the same but he turned into a jackass around you.

Hoseok sees his sulking friend and claps his hands to get everyones attention, “Alright I’m sure we’re all still sober enough to not fucking drown, lets go swim. I’m melting.”

Rina heads to the room to change since she was still in her work uniform so you wait for her on the back deck, resting on the porch rail and watching as they haul over fold out chairs and floaties to the water.

If you thought Hoseoks friends were hot fully clothed seeing them all taking their shirts off left you speechless, you stand with a wine cooler in your hand as one by one they start undressing. The only ones missing were Tae and Jungkook, both of them having been put on clean up duty.

“I wish this was a brazzers video and I was getting railed by all of them.” Your friend sighs as she pops up beside you and you just nod along, the two of you wiggling your eyebrows at each other.

“You coming?” Taehyung speaks up behind you, smiling to himself from having heard your friends statement and you two jump, your friend scattering away and saving herself from further embarrassment, she had her eyes set on Yoongi so thats who she was currently warming up to.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, taking in his shirtless body, his toned chest out in the sun like the golden god he was and then out comes Jungkook, his long black hair pushed off his face, fully shirtless in black swim trunks. As he stands next to Taehyung your mouth waters at the sight of both of them, Taehyung’s shoulders were wider than Jungkooks but the black and grey art work spanned across both of his arms and chest, leading to his back is definitely your type.

He catches you staring and smiles to himself, making a show of stretching his arm out to wrap around Taehyungs shoulders, shaking up his body, “Race you in?”

When he looks at you too you gulp down the last bit of your drink, setting down the bottle and slipping out of your clothes, not giving them a second glance as you scream out “Go!” and take off.

The dirt you run on slightly burns your feet and when you hear Jungkook and Taehyung catching up you scream, urging your legs to pick up the pace.

“Loser has to skinny dip!” Taehyung adds on to the rules, enjoying the annoyed look Jungkook sends his way, he knew what Taehyung was doing so he lurches forward until he’s right behind you.

You scream again when large tattooed arms wrap around you and haul you up and over their shoulder in a flash. You register that it’s Jungkook when you peak up and see Taehyung struggling to keep up, how Jungkook was able to carry you while also beating him had him baffled.

Jungkook would be damned if you had to strip in front of his friend so he feels no remorse, a smile stretching across his face when he hears you laughing, his hands are wrapped around your thighs just below your butt and he’s tempted to smack it but the cold water of the lake splashing onto his legs snaps him out of it.

“Fuck!” You screech as Jungkook enters the lake, the freezing water shocking you and he laughs again, sliding you off his shoulder to stand up on the lake bed.

“I didn’t expect it to be that cold.” He shivers next to you, dunking his head into the water before popping back up, his labret piercing glimmering in the sun.

Taehyung makes a show of splashing his way in, the water spraying everywhere and it has you shielding your face with a laugh, “Fucking cheater, is this your plan to see me naked Jungkookie?”

Jungkook smacks the water, the droplets spraying across Taehyungs face but he embraces it, laying back to float on the water with a smile, “No one said anything about getting naked until you spoke up, just say you wanna show off your monster cock and go.” He jokes, hearing Taehyung explode into laughter, choking slightly on the water as his head slips under from laughing.

You roll your eyes at the topic of dicks, “I don’t have a monster cock, unless you’re into that.” Taehyung teases you, trying to get further under Jungkook’s skin

“I could be.” You play along, it was now Jungkooks turn to roll his eyes, sinking further into the water until only his eyes were visible, could he drown himself here? He’s pretty sure you wouldn’t even notice if he didn’t come back up for air considering your eyes were glued to his friend. Jungkook was going to fucking strangle Hoseok for inviting him.

His eyes drift over to the right, seeing Hoseok, Iseul, Yoongi & Rina taking turns jumping off of it while Jimin floats on a flamingo floatie a few feet away. He starts to paddle his way over, not hearing any protest from you or his friend just reassures him that he made the right choice.

When Taehyung deems Jungkook is far enough he calls you closer, “Wanna know a secret?” That piques your interest, inching towards him with a curious face, “What if I told you I know someone who has a massive heart on for you.”

“Heart on?”

He laughs again, raking his hair off his face and nodding at you, “Yeah heart on, like a boner but for your heart.”

Note to self, yes all of Jung Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.

“I would tell you that I hope the person you say isn’t secretly married with kids.”

He floats onto his back again, his arms lazily paddling him to circle around you, “Oh no, our Jungkookie is definitely single.” He brings one hand up to cover his mouth, pretending to have slipped up.

“So what you’re saying is you don’t wanna fuck me?”

Your response is not one he expects but the way he bursts into laughter makes you smile, you had caught on to Taehyung’s antics, noting how he was friendly when you two were alone and only amped his flirting when Jungkook was present. You weren’t sure why he was using you to irritate Jungkook but if what he said was true it surprised you.

His loud laugh draws everyones attention and he rights himself up as to not choke on water again, “Like a brazzers video was it?” He teases, “He told me about your little smooch a few weeks ago.”

“Im sorry our little what?”

He wipes the water off his face, “Yeah, you came home drunk as fuck and he took you to bed and your predator ass planted one on him, with no consent. Shame on you.”

You splash water onto him, Jungkook sees it from his spot on the pier, a scowl on his face at seeing you acting playful with his friend, blissfully unaware that he was the topic of your discussion.

“Can you please grow a pair and tell her you love her.” Iseul moans out when she sees the look on the youngests face.

“Wait what?” Your friend asks and Jungkook turns around to give Iseul and Hoseok an exasperated look, “Seriously?”

Iseul just shrugs from her spot sat on the wood, not giving a damn about outing his crush in front of your friend and Hoseok just smiles, his foot planting on the center of Iseuls back and giving her a shove until she screams as she gets pushed into the water, beer bottle and all. He gives Jungkook a highfive until Iseul pops back up, her eyes full of rage as she holds up her ruined drink, “Jung Hoseok what the fuck!”

“Sorry babe, you kinda deserved it.”

Rina nudges Jungkook with her knee, her face making it very clear that Jungkook needs to fess up before she very loudly called you over. He sighs and hauls himself up until he’s standing and even though he’s towering over her Rinas face doesn’t soften, “Stop staring at me like that.” He grunts, “I just have a crush on her, its not like I confessed to something despicable.”

She crosses her hands over her chest as she stares at you and Taehyung still talking in the water and she can tell you’re not into him, you were both playful but she knew you very well, your flirting tactics not coming out to play with Taehyung but Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice this. She also knew that you’d secretly bend over for Jungkook if he ever asked but he didn’t have to know that right now, “Well you better say something cause it looks like your buddys making more progress in one day than you have the entire time you’ve known her.”

He groans in annoyance again, flicking water droplets at her face and deciding he was over this conversation, walking back to the cabin, not caring that he was dripping water everywhere.

You see him stalking away looking pissed off and Taehyung smirks, after coming to terms with the fact that you had in fact kissed Jeon Jungkook it only took a few more minutes of talking for you to also start confessing to not exactly being opposed to sleeping with him as well. Taehyung nudges your shoulder, “I swear to god if you don’t follow him I will be offended. No ones telling you to bang him, just talk because he swears you hate him.”

When you turn to glare at him he spits water at you until you’re relenting, “Fine, but if this is some sick prank I’ll shove my foot up your ass.”

“Ooh kinky.” He winks at you, laughing and beginning to paddle away when you turn and start wading out of the water. The sun beats on your back as you step out of the cold water, and you’re tempted to just go back and act like your conversation with Taehyung never happened but you’re curious now.

When you reach the back porch you hose yourself down, getting rid of any of the mud you trudged over before patting yourself dry with the towel you laid over the porch railing.

From the pier Iseul is pulling herself back up, announcing that she was about to go inside but Hoseok grabs her, all of them noticing you following Jungkook, “Fuck no, Y/N and Jungkook are the only ones in the house.”

She lets Hoseok keep his arms wrapped around her and smiles, crediting herself for being the one to push you two together and Hoseok groans, attempting to push her back into the water but she latches onto him, making them both tumble in with a splash.

You shut out their screams when you step into the house and close the sliding door, entering the kitchen and spotting Jungkook stood against the island, one of your wine coolers held against his lips. When he sees you staring at it he pulls it away quickly, “Shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked before grabbing one.” The last thing he needed was another oat milk fiasco.

You just shrug as you approach the island, resting your body against the granite across from him, “Nah, help yourself. Whats got your panties in a bunch?”

He sets the bottle down softly as he watches you, your hands clasped together, stretched out in front of you as you bent over the counter innocently. His teeth tug at the bar in the center of his lip, his inky strands covering his eyes but you can see his gaze peeking through, “Did I ever do anything to you for you to dislike me this much?”

You straighten up at his question, a frown tugging at your lips, you didn’t dislike him, you found him immature and he liked to push your buttons on purpose but you knew he was harmless. Obviously Jungkook didn’t know this considering Taehyung had just told you he thinks you hate him. “What, Jungkook I don’t dislike you?”

He scoffs, taking a swig of his drink with his brows raised, not believing you in the slightest, “Then why are you so mean to me when ever I’m around you.”

“Because you’re mean to me! You always say shit to get under my skin.”

Jungkook laughs at that, pushing his hair back and tossing the empty bottle into the paper bag set up on the counter, “Yeah because you’re easy to annoy.”

Your arms stretch out at his statement, “And so are you, you don’t see me moping like a baby. Besides I didn’t do anything to you out there so don’t try to pin your bad attitude on me today.”

He opens the fridge again, pulling out a water bottle instead before turning back around and staring at you, “Really, you didn’t do anything?”

You glare right back at him, walking around to meet him and snatch the water bottle out of his hands, call it even for him taking one of your wine coolers. “Please enlighten me on how I managed to ruin your day by not saying a word to you.”

Between you two running into the lake until he paddled away the only exchange you had was a curse word & Jungkook acknowledging the freezing water, where could you have possibly pissed him off.

He chooses on foregoing grabbing another water, his hands crossing over his chest, the muscles bulging out at the action but you force yourself to look away, “You objectifying my friend and talking about his monster cock isn’t you doing anything?”

You freeze from drinking the water, your cheeks ballooning out as you keep it in your mouth because what the fuck. Objectifying? You swallow the liquid, full on laughing now, theres no way he’s being serious. “You were the one that brought up his dick, are you dense?”

Okay, you had him there but he wasn’t going to admit defeat that easy, “Sure and you kept it going.”

You laugh louder at that, twisting the cap back onto the water bottle and tossing it at his chest lightly, smirking when you see him scramble to catch it, “The amount of times I’ve had to hear unwarranted stories about your dick in or around someone is fine but me joking with Taehyung is crossing a line?”

Jungkook presses his lips together, his mind repeating what everyone has been telling him all day. Tell her you jackass. “Yes because it fucking sucks hearing that shit from you.” He bites his tongue, stopping himself from blurting out the most important part, but his statement is enough to get you to believe what Taehyung had said earlier. Did Jungkook actually have a heart on for you?

“Why, are you jealous?”

“Yes.” He admits almost immediately, his response catching you both off guard, but the smirk on your face only gets bigger. Jungkook is wary of your reaction, not exactly fond of the way you look like you just caught your prey. When you reach out, your fingers gently touching his shoulders his wariness only deepens.

“Why would you be jealous about me wanting to fuck your friend?” Jungkook says nothing, your fingers continuing to trail up and down his shoulders softly and he likes the feeling of you touching him, wanting to lean into your touch but he’s not sure if you’re fucking with him or not. “Who knew all it would take was one kiss for Jeon Jungkook to get possessive.”

He blanches at your sentence, “Wait you remember?”

“Of course I do,” you lie, not wanting to tell him that Taehyung had been the one to remind you. You wanted to see how far you could push him until he admitted to something. The typical Jungkook you were used to was the one who went to bars and clubs and managed to score a handful of girls numbers before taking one home, the countless stories you’ve heard being proof of that. The Jungkook stood in front of you did not live up to the reputation you had seen.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I mean you were wasted so I just didn’t think you’d remember...” he trails off, unconsciously stepping back until hes pressed against the fridge.

“You wanna refresh my memory?” You’re half teasing him, half serious, enjoying seeing Jungkook looking like he’s about to explode.

He doesn’t get a chance to respond, the sound of the sliding door making you take a big step back before looking over. Jimin had his head peeking through the opening, a small grimace on his face as he realizes he interrupted something, “Sorry, we’re gonna go tubing if you guys wanna join.”

Jungkook hopes you say no because he can’t find the balls to speak up but you nod instead, turning to face Jungkook again, “Maybe later then.” Is all you say before turning around and following Jimin back out to the lake.

He watches you leave, bending over the island and groaning into the granite, where had that come from and why was he kinda into the way you spoke to him? Jungkook stands back up, taking a gulp of his water and following after you and Jimin.

Even when you’re all gathered on the boat, Rina being dragged in a giant circle tube beside Yoongi the both of them screaming, he can’t get your conversation out of him mind. His eyes focused in on seeing you laughing hysterically as you record your friend, a smile spreading across his face because your laugh is contagious.

When you hop onto the tube next, dragging Taehyung with you to further egg Jungkook on, Jimin slides over beside Jungkook and sighs, “Sorry about barging in earlier.” Jungkook just shakes his head, telling him not to worry about it, he didn’t mind it. Your words had spurred him on and all he wanted to do now was rip off that lifejacket you wore and take you in front of his friends but he knew no one would appreciate it.

Later in the night everyone gathers inside and does their own thing, a few people playing board games while you retreat into your room, feeling sluggish from the water and sun so you sleep through the dinner everyone eats.

When you finally emerge from the room, your hair damp from your shower you find the living room dimly lit and empty, the clock above the stove letting you know it was 9 at night. There was two plates left out on the counter, wrapped in foil and you knew it was meant for you. As you near it you see the scrap of paper next to it, Iseul’s handwriting standing out.

Left on a hike to go stargazing, text us when its clear to come back.

You frown at the message, what did she mean by that?

Regardless you peel back the foil and smile at the food she had left for you, popping it into the microwave and picking yourself up to hop onto the counter as you wait.

When you slip your phone out and start to scroll through your socials the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs scares you, your eyes flicking up and seeing Jungkook trudging down, a baggy crew neck on him and his face looking flushed from the sun hitting it.

“You didn’t go on the hike?” You ask as he approaches you slowly, his face looks sleepy and you can tell he also took a nap from the way his eyes blink at you lazily.

“Hike?” He rasps out, his hand ruffling up his already messy hair, a small frown on his face from the foggy feeling he still had from just waking up.

“Yeah,” you hum, pulling out your plate and starting to eat it on the counter, “they left on a hike or something. Theres a plate there if you haven’t already eaten.”

He looks at where you’re pointing and he smiles when he sees it, his eyes also spotting the note left and skimming it. His friends were such instigators.

He lingers behind you, torn between eating or doing something to you. You’re hunched over the counter, your legs rocking you against it as you happily much on some of the roasted potatoes. His eyes lingered on your legs, your skin still exposed in a loose pair of cotton shorts, a baggy tshirt hanging off your shoulder and letting him see the tattoo of a bee hovering over a sunflower.

You can feel him stood behind you and you freeze, looking over your shoulder at him with your brows raised, “Why are you standing like that?”

He shakes his head, relaxing the stiff way he stood and leaning against the counter instead, flicking his hair out of his face as you keep staring at him. “Just thinking about what you said earlier.”

You pop a piece of chicken in your mouth as you hum, “What did I say?” pretending to act confused, a smirk curling up on your lip when you see the deadpan look he give you as he pushes off the counter.

The nervous Jungkook from earlier is gone, the shock from you egging him on earlier had passed and it just solidified that he wanted to have you. “About me refreshing your memory of our little rendezvous.”

You laugh at his term, setting your fork down to fully turn to him, “Do you want me to kiss you again?”

He smirks at you, now standing a foot away from you, your back pressed against the counter as you craned your head up to stare at him, “Among other things.”

“Other things?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, his hand reaching out to cup under your chin gently, “I’d like to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you’re crying. If you’re into that.” He smiles at the small gasp you let out, your eyes gleaming with desire at his words. You had thought you had the one up on him earlier but his change was a welcomed one, you wanted to experience the Jungkook you had heard about, rough and cocky.

You rest back onto your elbows as you stare at him, letting his thumb rub under your lip, “Oh really? Are you all talk?”

Jungkook scoffs, dropping his hands to cage you between him and the counter, his head dropping down a bit until your noses nudged together. “No, I always deliver.”

You don’t get a chance to respond, his head tilting slightly until your lips are together, the cold bar of his piercing pressing against you. Jungkook feels you relax into the kiss, glad that you weren’t pushing him away like he always swore you would. When he tests the water, gently licking his way into your mouth you groan, your hands coming up to clutch onto his sweater to tug him closer until his leg is between yours.

Kissing Jungkook felt natural, maybe it was the pent of sexual frustration you two had apparently had with one another but you just wanted to get to it. You drop one hand to trail down his thigh, palming his growing erection through his sweats.

He groans, pulling back from the kiss to rest his forehead against your, his soft breaths hitting your face as you continue to stroke him. “Feel that?” He hums softly, “Just wanna fuck you.”

You laugh gently, kissing his neck and feeling him roll his hips into your grasp, “How are you supposed to make me cry when you’re this needy?” Your teeth nip his skin, his hips stuttering when you do.

Jungkook just chuckles, the sound continuing when he trails his own hand down until hes dipping into waistband of your shorts, his fingers coming into contact with the wet spot on your underwear, “Keep it up.” He warns, “I’ll remember that in a bit.”

Your hands tighten their hold on him when he pushes your underwear aside to touch you directly, his fingers teasing your skin softly until he’s rolling your clit in a tantalizing manner. When you drop your head back and glare at him he just smiles, “Who’s needy now?”

“Still not crying.” You bite back.

Jungkook looks at you with his brows raised, new set determination on his face as he nods, stepping back from you and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them down your legs in a flash.

The cool air inside hits your wet folds and you gasp, kicking your discarded clothing aside on the floor and letting him drop to his knees in front of you. His long hair falls in front of his eyes, his hands grasping the top of your thighs to slide your legs apart with a grin.

He can see you wanting to speak up so he beats you to the punch, his nose nudging into your clit as he teasingly dips his tongue in between your folds to lick a broad stripe up. You let out a shuddered laugh, your hands reaching down to tangle in his head when he spreads you open with his fingers and starts to eat you out like a man starved.

Your eyes shut, your head falling back at a particular hard suck he gives your clit, his tongue going back to circle around your entrance to lap up your wetness. He groans at the taste of you, your hands tugging at his hair when he falls into a rhythm that has you quivering.

He slips two fingers into you, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him making him moan in anticipation of how you would feel around his cock.

Just like Jungkook is in every aspect of his life, he’s shameless in the way he pleasures you, the sounds of him slurping against you in combination with his fingers thrusting into you has you hurdling towards the edge faster than you’d like to admit.

You rest your weight on your elbow behind you, feeling your legs start to tremble and Jungkook notices, his arm wrapping around your thigh to help stabilize you. He can’t even get himself to gloat at having you fall apart this quickly, instead he enjoys you rolling your hips into his face, tugging his hair hard, your inner walls spasming as you reach your climax.

“Oh fuck.” You moan out, squeezing your eyes shut as your whole body is lit up, Jungkooks tongue continuing to flick your clit as you cum, his fingers slowing down slightly as you come down.

He can hear you breathing harshly, your fingers gently raking through his hair while he gives your pussy one last kiss before hes standing back up. His mouth and chin are covered in your arousal, his hand tugs up his shirt to wipe at his face, peeling it off his body and tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

“You’re not crying but its a start.” He mumbles out, his eyes trailing over your face as you stare at him fucked out. His talk was true, the small tidbits you’ve heard of him being able to make girls cum in record time hadn’t been a lie to boost his ego.

You look between you both, seeing his cock tenting in his sweats and you smile as you reach your hand into them, wrapping around his heavy length. He sees how your eyes widen at his size, you can tell he’s big and you haven’t even properly seen it yet.

When you tug them off you marvel at his size, big dicks would forever be your weakness and of course he’d have one. “I really wanna suck your dick,” you start, a small smile creeping up on your face as you give his cock a small pump, “but I’m not trying to barf my dinner up on the floor. Can’t have two girls puking over your dick in your lifetime right?” You knew his dick would make you choke and if you hadn’t just eaten you wouldn’t care, but barfing was definitely not a kink of yours.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, a laugh escaping his lips, “You’re the worst.” He shuts his eyes as you both start to chuckle. Jungkook doesn’t care, he was trying to make you cry, he didn’t need to have his dick sucked to do that.

“Its not just my height thats Titan size huh.” He jokes, laughing harder when you release his dick and groan, your faux annoyance being shown when you let him slide your shirt off of you, his hands coming up to cup your exposed breasts.

“No, I am not calling your dick Titan sized.”

“Oh no?” He asks, stepping closer until his length is pressed between your folds, a slow thrust starting that has you groaning, “This Titan dick can make you feel real good though.” He can barely utter out the sentence until he’s laughing again, burying his head into your neck at how stupid he sounded.

“You’re insufferable, I swear if you have an attack on titan fantasy I am walking away.” He lets out a playful whine, his mouth latching onto that tattoo he always wanted to kiss, his tongue softly licking at the skin as he sucks it, pulling back and humming when he sees the purple splotch in between the petals of the peony.

“I’m not that big of a weeb, can still make you feel good tho.” He mutters giving your lips another kiss, feeling you smile against him, your hands pushing him back by the chest.

You turn around, bending over the counter and shaking your hips slightly, “Show me.”

He bites his lip, his eyes staring at the slick coating your pussy, trailing down your thighs and he feels his dick twitch, not needing to be told twice. Jungkook presses his length against you, rutting between your folds, the both of you sighing as he coats his dick in your wetness.

“Remember, I wanna see you crying.” Is all he says before he’s pushing into you, the tip of him slipping in and he marvels at the way you spread around his girth as he thrusts further into you, a small moan leaving you when he bottoms out.

You wanna tell him that you won’t be crying tonight but the way he fills you up has you seeing stars, his dick nudging all the right spots inside of you so all you can do is tighten your walls around him and gasp for him to move.

Jungkook grasps your hips, his thumb tracing the outline of your back tattoo as he pulls back and starts a slow pace, determined to find the rhythm that has you falling apart.

When your hands grip the counter in front of you, helplessly trying to find purchase, your fingers knock into your dinner plate and swipe it into the sink beside you but you don’t register the noise and Jungkook grins when he hears the loud moan coming from you when he dick hits the back wall of your cervix.

You’re still sensitive from your last orgasm, so the feel of his thick cock stretching you open has you keening, your hips rutting back to meet his thrusts that have grown in speed, “Who’s needy now huh?” He grunts out, loving the sound of your skin slapping together, “Trying to fuck yourself on my cock, maybe you should do all the work then.”

When his hips still you whimper, twisting your head around to see him giving you an evil smirk, “Go on.” He urges, guiding your hips with his hands to get your started.

A heavy sigh fills the air as your hands press firmly onto the counter to ground yourself as you start to rock back onto him, a slow start until your need to cum again takes over and you speed up your movements.

“Good girl.” He praises, his hand reaching forward to push your hair over your shoulder, his hand trailing down your spine until it reaches your ass, his hand palming your flesh as he groans when he locks into the view of his dick, seeing the way you’re creaming on it.

The sweetest moans reach his ears, he can feel the way your velvety walls tighten around him further, “Fuck Jungkook.” You moan out, you can feel the sweat building up on your skin from exertion and he takes sympathy on you, knowing you want to cum again.

He leans over a presses a kiss against your shoulder before he takes over again, resuming the brutal pace he was pounding you with earlier and you sigh in relief, fully slumping forward and letting him have his way with you.

“You feel so good Jungkookie.” You breathe out and he smiles as he lets his hand slip around to your front, his fingers finding your clit again and the contact has you moaning again. His rough hands helping you reach your peek again, “Oh my god, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t plan on it, loving the way you’re clamping down on him and mumbling nonsense into the cool granite, “Don’t worry, I got you.”

With a few more thrusts you’re falling apart, pressing your forehead against the counter and moaning his name out louder than you thought was possible. Your friends made a good call vacating the house because there was no way you’d be able to keep quiet.

“Thats it.” He coos, pulling his hand away from your clit without slowing down his pace. Your legs felt like jello, glad you had a place to rest on while he continued to jackhammer into you. The first signs of overstimulation started to prick into you, small whines leaving your lips and Jungkook takes notice.

He pulls out of you slowly, his hands grasping your hips to turn you around. Your body is pliable in his hands, letting him move you and haul you up onto the counter, your feet dangling off the edge and a hazy smile on your face.

He presses another kiss against you, letting your tongues tangle together as he grabs your arms and wraps them around his neck, coming back down to hook under your thighs as he slides back into you.

The way you groan into his mouth makes his cock throb, your soaking entrance letting him glide right into you, “Hurts.” You whine out softly when he starts to thrust, not sure if you’d be able to handle another orgasm but Jungkook shushes you softly with another kiss.

“You can do one more for me right baby?” He asks, sucking on your lower lip as he rocks into you slowly. His eyes are half lidded and you can feel how hard he is in you, your body still trembling slightly from your last orgasm but you nod anyways, letting him kiss his way down your face until he reaches your neck again, soft praises leaving his lips.

Your fingers tangle into his hair again as you slump against him, letting him hold you up. You trail along his tattoos, tracing the giant death moth spanned across his collarbone, the tip of the wing reaching the bottom of his neck.

He’s grunting softly against you, getting lost in the feeling of you, the added touches and kisses you plant on his skin igniting the fire inside him. His arms scoop you closer, his hands spreading against your lower back as he speeds up his thrusts, your legs still wrapped around his arms.

The way his dick curves inside you has you moaning again, the pleasure creeping back up and your head falls back as you feel the pressure building again. You’re not sure you could handle coming again but Jungkook seems determined to get you there, rolling into you, the feeling of his pelvis rubbing your clit is too much. Your hands cling onto his back, your fingers digging into the flames and dragon that occupied the space.

“Fuck I can feel you squeezing me.” He gasps out, “You can cum again sweetheart its okay.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, hearing him grunting into your ear, his voice dropping into a gravel as he nears his edge as well. You’re clinging onto him for your life, gasping loudly when you reach your third orgasm of the night, the force of it making your mind go blank.

You don’t tune into to the small shriek of his name, the growl he lets out when you tighten around him tighter than before, his hips rearing into yours in a sloppier way until he’s cumming, hips surging forward to bury himself deeper into you as his cock twitches.

You come back when he moans your name out, the feeling of his cum filling you up making you mewl against him. He thrusts shallowly a few more times before pulling out with a sigh, letting your legs fall limp over the edge.

His cum drips out of you, slipping through your folds and down your ass until it pools onto the counter beneath you and he smirks, his eyes coming up to look at you and his expression gets bigger when he sees the tear streaks on your cheeks. His hand cups them, his thumb sliding across your face and wiping them with a laugh, “I told you I’d make you cry.”

You don’t have it in you to be the usual brat you are with him, not after cumming this hard three times in a row so you just pout at him and lean forward to kiss him again, this time being more gentle and slow paced than the last.

“How was that?” He mumbles against your lips, letting you pull him in to you, wrapping your arms around his tiny waist as you nuzzle into his chest.

Jungkook feels you laughing against his skin, “How was that?” You mock as you give him a squeeze, “Let’s just say I’ll cry over your Titan cock any day.”

The both of you burst into laughter, Jungkook pressing a kiss onto the top of your head as you two just stay there. Jungkook and you had officially crossed the line from being bratty friends to sleeping with each other. Neither of you knew what it meant but it seemed like a conversation for tomorrow morning, right now you were content with just holding him.

So when your phone vibrates beside you you’re reluctant to pull away, so Jungkook compromises by reaching it for you and handing it over.

You see its a message from Iseul and you unlock it, your face heating up as you groan and show the message to Jungkook, his face turning just as red as he sees what she sent.

Iseul 10:15pm : Thank you for the show, I hope you two realize we have security cameras in the kitchen and living room you horn dogs.

The two of you peek over at the corner of the room giving a wave and smiling shyly at the blinking security camera staring back at you. Maybe she could send you the footage for keepsake.

[morizoras-cave]

Drink (Request)

Ryan Reynolds x teen!daughter!reader

Genre: angst, fluffy ending

Request Description: Could you maybe do a Ryan Reynolds x teen!reader where the reader maybe goes to a party and something gets slipped into her drink but she calls Ryan and says she doesn’t feel well and he gets her and looks after her? Only if this is okay for you to write and you feel comfortable doing it. I love you work so much🥺 Thank you!🤍

Warnings: attempted rape, drugging, language

(A/N): this is my first ryan reynolds post. v excited. reading this back, i realized that this could be taken as victim blaming. the beginning part where ryan is talking about how his daughter “shouldn’t wear that dress out” was more of a “awww look hes a protective and good dad”. i dont believe in victim blaming at all. (off topic here) also i wrote the last part of this drunk af. anyway i hope y’all still enjoy. now smell you later losers!! break begun!

“Y/n, you are not going to a party in that outfit!”

You glared at your dad, who was both shaking his head and wagging his finger in disapproval. 

“What’s so wrong with this dress?” you protested, crossing your arms. 

“The boys and the girls will be after you in seconds! I will not have some sweaty teen thinking something nasty about my daughter!” his voice was high (as always), as he squealed his argument. You rolled your eyes. 

Your mom walked into the room to grab something from the fridge, but stopped and looked at you. “Nice dress, N/n, you going to a party?” 

“Don’t encourage this!” Ryan hissed and you smiled scornfully. Blake’s laughter came throughout the room and she stopped beside you with her glass of milk in her hand. 

“Calm down, Ryan. She’s growing up!” 

“Nuh uh!” your dad looked away, still unsatisfied. You couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Y/n, just go to your party. I’ll deal with the grump lord,” your mom pushed you towards the entrance. Ryan’s face twisted into that of someone betrayed by his closest. 

“Woah, woah, woah! Grump lord? I have a code name? In my own house?” 

You skipped to the entrance room, sliding on your jacket and your shoes, smiling playfully. “Wait!” your dad yelled and footsteps nearing you, as he jogged to the entrance. You looked at him. 

“Just.. Call me if you’re in trouble. Anything at all,” he knew he was defeated. Although, you loved basking in the glory of victory, you couldn’t help but smile at your dad’s kind words.

“I will,” you promised.

The party was loud and booming. Every inch of the house was hot (in an uncomfortable way) and crowded, teenagers rubbing against each other and dancing. You found yourself with your friends in the living room, dancing to the sound of a Nicki Minaj song. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink!” you yelled over the music. Your friends, extremely intoxicated and doing ‘the stanky leg’, gave you a mindless thumbs up, and continued to dance. You giggle was drowned out in the music. 

You squeezed your way past different people, finally making it to the table with all the liquor. The boy who was hosting had miraculously bought enough for there to just be an all-you-can-drink table. 

The unnerving feeling of someone watching you became immediately clear. You looked around, finding the person fairly quickly. It was a boy, maybe a couple of years older than you, with a drunken gaze and tousled hair. He was smirking at you. You rolled your eyes and poured yourself a gin and tonic. 

The moment the drink was finished, someone poked your shoulder. You looked up. It wasn’t the same boy as before. This one was bigger and broader. He had the same knowing smirk on his face. You felt unnerved.

“Hey. Is this your friend over here? They look pretty smashed, you might want to check on them,” he pointed to somewhere behind him, taking all your attention from your drink to your idiot friends. You told them not to drink too much.

“Can you show me where they are?” you mumbled and the boy nodded, pulling you away from your drink. He led you to somewhere entirely different in the house, where a girl you’d never seen in your life was doubled over, puking on the poor host’s carpet. 

“I don’t know this girl,” you explained and the boy’s mouth made an ‘o’ shape. He sighed and then shrugged.

“Sorry, I thought I saw you talking earlier. Sorry to bother you,” then he walked off. You shook your head at the weird incident and walked back to you drink. You started gulping it down hungrily, deciding you were definitely too sober to be at this party.

 Almost immediately, you started feeling extremely drunk. Extremely. Which was weird, you thought, but it was hard to concentrate on it, when the environment was so loud and your thoughts were so blurry. 

Then, slowly, you realised that you didn’t usually feel like this when you were drunk. You tried to rationalise it. Maybe you just put too much gin in your drink? Maybe you had forgotten that you’d drunk something? Whatever the case, you started feeling weird. 

Everything was spinning. You wouldn’t have been able to find your friends if you wanted to. Then, in your chaotic state, your eyes passed someone else’s eyes, and you recognised them. It was the boy from earlier, the broad one, smirking at you. This time, his smirk felt alarming. Chilling. 

That moment was when the penny dropped. Your head snapped to the other boy, the one who’d just watched you. He gave you a grin. 

You were shaking, blinking away tears. You realised the position you were in. You were prey. And you were vulnerable. You took a few shaky steps, trying to make it seem like you hadn’t just realised you’d been roofied. 

When your back was turned to them, and you were stood behind a wall of dancing bodies, you pulled out your phone from your bag. You couldn’t tell if it was your vision, or if your hands were shaking, but everything was buzzing, unable to keep still. 

Your finger hovered over his number. What if you weren’t roofied? What if you were just drunk and silly? How embarrassing would that be? You felt tears prick your eyes. 

His voice echoed in your head. “Call me if you’re in trouble. Anything at all.”

You pressed down on his number, bringing the phone to your ear. You could hardly form a sentence. Everything was moving and it was so loud. 

“Hello?” Your dad’s voice was like cutting open this hellspace to some sort of heaven. It felt safe. You closed your eyes, a tear running down your face. 

“Hi, dad,” you had to yell, “can you- can you come pick me up?” 

There was a moment of silence from the phone, before he said: “Sure, why? You’re at Erik’s house, right?” 

“Yeah, Erik’s house. Let’s talk about this later!” then you hung up. It almost felt like your heart was shaking in your chest. It was too much, all of it. You could hardly walk, but you took a step towards the door, then several more. 

You feverishly grabbed the door handle, trying desperately to open the door, but you weren’t strong enough. It was a chilling realisation, that you weren’t even strong enough to open a door. 

“Do you need a help?” 

You jumped and shrieked, but it was drowned out by the music. No one noticed. You looked up and you had to stand there for a moment, before you realised that it wasn’t any of the boys you’d seen before. 

This boy looked concerned. You couldn’t even process how you must look, tear-streaked face, ruined makeup, shaking and helplessly grasping a door. You didn’t care. 

“Here,” he mumbled and opened the door for you. You whispered a ‘thank you’, and wobbled out on the street. You heard the boy leave, but you kept standing there, waiting uncomfortably for your dad to show up. 

Eventually, you saw his car pulling up in the distance. You breathed out in relief and dashed to his car, opening the door and sitting down beside you dad. He was looking at you, brows furrowed in concern. 

It was a scary thing. He was always afraid of seeing you like that. Seeing you scared and drunk and desperate. As you sat down his hand grasped yours. 

“Are you okay, Y/n? What happened?” 

You shook your head. You felt so unfocused. It was impossible to understand everything that was going on. You missed being sober. “My- My drink,” you mumbled senselessly, unable to speak normally. 

“What about your drink?” Ryan pressed, squeezing your hand. You were his child. He loved you. He was worried. Beyond belief.

“I-I think someone.. I think someone put something in it..” you mumbled, head swinging. You were far from the normal you. Everything was swinging right by you. 

“You think someone..?” Ryan trailed off. You saw his knuckles turn white as he grasped the steering wheel angrily. “Did they- Did they touch you?”

You shook your head. You saw your dad breathe out in relief, his hand never leaving yours. 

“Alright, I’ll just drive you home. It’ll be fine,” he mumbled (mostly to himself) as he started the car and drove away from the booming, partying house. “It’ll be just fine, N/n.”

He kept mumbling to himself, but you fell asleep in the car. Eventually everything was too much for you, so you just decided to close your eyes. It was a good decision. Sleep was so peaceful. 

Ryan drove you home, carrying you into their house and into your room. “What’s wrong with her?” Blake would yell, confused and scared, but Ryan would just focus on getting you to bed. 

“She was roofied. Someone put something in her fucking drink! She could’ve been- She could’ve been fucking raped!” he ranted to his wife, whilst you slept peacefully in the other room. 

Needless to say both your mom and your dad were much more overprotective after that, both with parties and with boys. But it was okay. You woke up safe and sound, and you were happy your dad had gotten you before something awful happened.

Honestly, you didn’t oppose their overprotectiveness, because after that night you felt like you needed it. No matter what way you twisted it, that night fucked you up. You weren’t as reckless or careless after that. And you got help from a professional, but still. It was an awfully traumatising experience. 

You were just happy your dad had been with you that night. And that he cared for you. Of course, he would. He was your dad. He loved you more than anything else in the world. You had no reason to worry, not when you had your dad by your side. 

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[kakashihasibs]

Yamato for the headcanon meme?

Alright okay hmmm

1) realistic.

I know i really love the idea that Yamato gardens and takes care of plants, but i don't think he actually does. When we see him using mokuton it's always very structured, which makes sense since he studies architecture! But i think for a long while he actually ends up sort of distancing himself from the more "natural" uses of mokuton as a way of separating himself from Hashirama. (Not completely of course, we see him use deep forest emergence after all)

If he takes up gardening I think it's after retirement. When he is relaxed and able to feel completely free from being used as a weapon 😌 as much as that is possible for any shinobi.

2) hilarious.

This isn't funny but yaknow. I've seen a lot of people write Yam as a lightweight when it comes to drinking, but with the healing factor of mokuton i think he'd actually be able to out drink anyone. Like if yam wants to be drunk he has to work at it.

Which means in that omake with Asuma, how much did yam put away while poor asuma sat there watching askdjdkdl (i dont do this anymore but my idea of it is like when, at a party, i sat down at the bar and lined up more shots than i want to admit to and drank them all one after another 🤦 yam does that but bc of his weird healing abilities it's like if a regular person just drank a beer or two in somewhat quick succession)

4) unrealistic.

I am his trophy husband (joking). Uh idk I'm just vibing with the yam loves older pop music headcanon tbh.

Honestly with the drinking and the pop music Yamato's vibes in any bar setting is just profoundly weird and wonderful. You watch some random ninja guy drink more than anyone should physically be able to and sure he gets drunk but he isn't like dead from it and then he gets up to sing material girl by fucking Madonna. I love him.

3) sad.

Okay listen i have like the worst headcanon that I haven't said at all to anyone bc it's honestly distressing so these are outta order so i can put this under a read more. Brief CSA mention (more as an analogy) under the readmore. Read at ur own discretion. (Long and the short of it: the curse mark is like hella traumatizing)

SO I've thought a lot about that fucking curse mark on all the root agents. Bc it like haunts me. Danzo puts it on CHILDREN!

So like a lot of the seals and curse marks we see being made usually require: direct contact, blood, and occasionally like a ritual sort of setting.

Ugh okay so okay baby not yet tenzō whose only experiences up til that point have been surviving torture and experimentation and being 'rescued' by Danzo who only wants him to become an emotionless weapon for the nation state.

Danzo tells tenzō that he should be grateful for merely being alive. Convinces tenzō he cannot ask anything more. You have that dynamic going into what is most likely a ritual setting (maybe) with a grown man putting his blood covered fingers down this kid's throat specifically to keep tenzō (and any of the root kids) silent about Danzo. Anything that danzo does or orders is forcibly kept secret.

Danzo wants absolute power and control of the root agents. Like that has to be deeply and profoundly traumatizing. Even if tenzō didn't understand it then i have no doubt that that shit pops up later in life as flashbacks and intrusive memories. I think it affects him in a very similar way to how CSA affects people.

Like yam has probably been to a dentist once and never again. And I'm done now. Is this sad and awful enough?

(Edit to add: what i think is really getting to me about the curse mark is that it isnt to keep state secrets safe. No, it is specifically to prevent root members from talking about Danzo. Danzo isn't protecting konoha he's protecting himself. So no one can expose his abuses and crimes. So he doesn't have to face an consequences. AAAHHHHHHHH D:< i hate that man)

[wolfienation]

some quotes i kinda like (see: love)

"I urge you, come be angry at a nearer distance." - The Cruel Prince "Come home. Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart if you must. Just come home." - The Cruel Prince

"You're in love with her. Here's the best part: she loves you more than her own life. Here's the worse part: she loves you so much more than her own life." - Unknown

"We're a little less than lovers. But a little more than friends." - Unknown "For your life has lived me, your laugh once lifted me, your word was gift to me. To remember this brings painful joy. 'Tis a human thing, love, a holy thing, to love what death has touched."  ―  Yehuda HaLevi "What a privilege it was to matter to you."  - Beau Taplin "Listen to me - I am your echo. I would rather break the world than lose you." - Unknown

"I'd choose you. In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you." - The Chaos of the Stars

"I want to be with you, it is as simple and complicated as that." - Unknown

"And somedays I miss everyone - who has ever left, all at once.” — Donte Collins "Your heart knows things that your mind cannot explain." - Unknown

"The course of true love never did run smooth." - William Shakespeare, A Midsummer's Night Dream

"Some days you wake up and want to change the world. Others, you just want to break that same world in two. But most of the time you just have to get on with the business of living." - Kara Zor-El, Supergirl Volume 5 (#33)

"Those eyes of yours could swallow stars, galaxies and universes. What hope did I ever have?" - Unknown "She is a knight polishing her armor, carrying her own sword. Fighting her own battles. Making her own glory." - Unknown

"It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyways." - Atticus "Let's get drunk on the night and say all the words we never dared whisper in the sober day light." - Unknown "Joy and suffering dance long together into the night." - Sherlock Holmes, the Irregulars

"We looked at each other a little too much to be just friends." - Unknown

"When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it." - Caitlyn Siehl, Start Here "A ghost can be a lot of things. A memory. A daydream. A secret. Grief. Anger. Guilt. But in my experience, most times they're just what we want to see." - Unknown "Angry. And half in love with her. And tremendously sorry I turned away." — F. Scott Fitzgerald

"No matter how mad I've been, I never, for one second, stopped wanting you here with me." - Unknown

“Aye, queen you shall be, until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear.” ― GRRM, A Feast for Crows "Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt." - GRRM, A Feast for Crows

"I made you my temple, my mural, my sky Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life." Taylor Swift, tolerate it.

“You have me. Until ever last star in the galaxy dies. You have me.” — Amie Kaufman "Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway." -Sade Andria Zabala, coffee and cigarettes. "You look at her too much. It is dangerous to look at people in such a fashion. Something terrible may happen." - Oscar Wilde "I was always looking when you didn't notice. And before I realized, it became a habit." - Unknown   "I look at you and I see the rest of my life in front of my eyes." - Unknown

"I know I wanted it to end but, why didn't you chase after me? You know me better than I do, so, why didn't you stop me?" - Unknown "I really don’t know what 'I love you' means. I think it means 'don’t leave me here alone.'” –Neil Gaiman

"It was in that moment that I knew. It was you. It was always going to be you." - Unknown

“I could not escape from you. My soul favors you endlessly.” — Margaret Atwood "There were two reasons I was scared to let people in: the damage that they could do, and the damage that they could find." - Chris Mc Geown

"Grief is the price we pay for love." - Queen Elizabeth II

 "We were fire and water, love laced with sin, and whenever we happened to touch smoke rose from our skin." - Amrita C, elemental chemistry

"But to be furious, murderously furious, is to be alive." - Claire Messud

"I have loved the stars and I have loved her. And I'm sorry universe, but you do not compare." - Unknown "Because she needs me; she needs me more than I need untainted hands." - Oyinkan Braithwaite "I cannot love a hero. I do not want to see you being transformed into a statue.” - Christa Wolf

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.” – Edgar Allen Poe "If you love somebody, they turn into a god. But you can't control what God they turn into." - Sonya Esman

“Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.” — Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

"& how many times have you loved me without my asking? how often have i loved a thing because you loved it? including me." — Danez Smith, from “acknowledgments,” Homie

[hardestgrove]

It's also like a very short timeframe between "old enough to get invited to wild teenager parties" and "moved to Hawkins" so like even if they start that early in 80's California he has what, 1-2 years to get drunk enough to consider getting his kisses in with a guy even though it could ruin his life if his dad found out ?? Like clearly he HAS party and drinking experience given Halloween but I dont think older teenagers would have taken a 13 year old or younger at their parties so. I'm in the minority here but I don't think he has much actual experience with anyone past heavy making out and maybe handies, and just with girls and maybe one or two guys if he wasn't in his right mind to assess the risk or care about Neil finding out, he just talks big lol

this is true! even if he started drinking at a younger age which is likely tbh he probably wasn't being invited to the real ragers until 15 if he was lucky. 16 is more realistic and then he moves to hawkins when he's 17 so he only really had about a year to go ham on the cali party scene. personally i think i'm probably in the middle ground between you and the fanon concepts of his prowess so to speak lol. i think he deffo has some exp and likely an okay range of it in a "has done a few different things at least once" but yeah not as much as some people would imagine bc like man...... it's effort to pull in girls and get them naked and shit :/ and he's got a life outside of being a playboy lol. i think there's just an Assumed Reputation bc like, he has had a whole sex more than once and girls do swoon over him. i do also think that any sexual/intimate interaction he's had w/ men so far has 100% come from times when he was too out of it to be like "oh this is a BAD idea". billy is hyper aware of what he needs to do to keep the worse of his dad's shit off his back so it's exactly the kind of thing he'd police in himself.

i usually put billy has holding himself to neil's standards to cope but not actually believing a lot of his doctrine like, purely out of spite you know? he's still absolutely internalized some of it but when it's very obviously something that Neil Is Telling Him About The World billy listens but then is like "man the SECOND i'm outta here i'm doing the exact fucking opposite of what you wanted you piece of shit". so i can see him having Thoughts™ and Acknowledging The Thoughts™ to himself to some extent but just leaving it at that as much as he can for the present.

[outrebanx]

almost

JJ Maybank x female reader

Masterlist

Summary: a recollection of all the moments you and jj ‘almost’ shared

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: pretty angsty, mentions of weed at the beginning, highkey bad writing but we move on

A/N: I dont actually know if something similar to this has been done before (if so sorry im not copying you) but this is a little different to how i normally write so i hope you like it and as always feedback would be great 💗

(look at the jawline deaR GOD)

Knowing JJ for most of your life had its ups and downs - on one hand he was always there to cheer you up with his jokes, because that’s what friends do, on the other hand you didn’t see him as a friend you saw him as much more and you could never say anything as you thought he didn’t feel the same way.

You didn’t know when your feelings for him changed, but you had a feeling they were always kind of there from the moment you met the scruffy blond boy who offered to help you when you fell off your bike on the way to school one day.

———

“What do you think your future will be like?” JJ asked, handing you the blunt you were sharing.

You were both lying down on the hammock outside the chateau, shoulders pressed together, if you both turned towards each other at the same time your faces would be practically touching.

You took a hit from the blunt, blowing out a cloud of smoke, “I’m not sure - I think I want to get off this island, go somewhere new where people don’t know me.”

“What about me?”

“What about you?” You asked, turning to look at his face, his eyebrows scrunched together whilst he looked at the night sky.

“Am I not gonna be in your life anymore if you move?”

“Of course you will bub, you’re coming with me.” You laughed, nudging his shoulder with yours.

It was his turn to look at you now, your eyes focused on the stars above you, a small smile on your lips, “I like that idea - we could go to Yucatan, live off what we catch and surf all day.”

“Sounds great, and I can speak Spanish pretty well so we’d be sorted.”

He chuckled, “That’s our plan now then - we escape this place together.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, did he know that was exactly what you wanted? To escape this place with him at your side, maybe even telling how you feel after all this time.

You turned to look at him, your faces almost touching, you looked between his eyes and his cracked lips, and just as you leant in to meet his lips with yours, John B called out, “We’ve got a movie set up, you guys coming?”

You quickly moved away from JJ, jumping out of the hammock and heading up to where John B was standing at the door - your heart beating and hands shaking at what nearly happened.

That was the night that you almost kissed JJ.

———

The boneyard was full of people tonight, it was one of the biggest keggers of the year - all the schools broken up for summer and the heaviest part of tourist season. JJ had always loved kegs -  the alcohol, the weed, the girls he didn’t have to commit to because they were only visiting tourons. It was everything he ever wanted, and yet tonight he didn’t want any of it.

He had seen you chatting to a touron boy earlier, a blush spread across your cheeks as you laughed at one of his jokes. At this sight, JJ’s heart sunk - he liked being the one to  make you laugh with his jokes, but that seemed to be happening less and less recently, as you spent less time with him. Was it something he did?

He didn’t spend much time pondering over this though because he saw you break away from the touron and head over to the keg that John B was manning, and JJ followed, wanting a drink and to talk to you.

John B nodded at JJ in greeting when he arrived at the keg, you turned around and smiled up at him, “Hey J, no girl on your arm yet?”

He looked down at the sand beneath his feet, “Nope not tonight Y/N.”

You ducked into sight of his face, stumbling a little due to the alcohol you’d been drinking, “Why not?”

He cleared his throat, “I don’t like the look of any of them, that good enough for your interrogation?”

You laughed, “It’ll have to do, but one day you will reveal all your secrets to me.”

He grinned, “You already know all of them, except of course, what happened to fluffles.”

You gasped, playfully hitting his arm, “You said you didn’t know anything about my little bear!”

“It must’ve slipped my mind, oops.”

You downed the remainder of the alcohol in your cup and then grabbed his hand, leading him away from the keg, “Oh god, are you going to murder me now Y/N?”

“Nope that’s for another day, we’re going to dance.”

“I think that’s actually worse.” He joked, earning a small glare from you.

“Too bad - now dance pretty boy.”

JJ couldn’t help but smile as he danced with you, trying to keep up with your very drunk dance moves was almost impossible but he tried anyway, spinning you whenever you grabbed his hands and insisted.

You eventually tired and moved into his hold where he wrapped his hands around your waist, the smell of your sweet perfume moving into his nose as you rested your head on his chest.

The two of you stayed like that for a little while, swaying to the beat of the song, enjoying the embrace of the other.

“Hey J,” you looked up at him, “I will find out what happened to fluffles.”

He laughed, shaking his head at you, and when he looked down at your face, a mischievous smile on your lips, he instinctively leant forward.

Before he didn’t want to do anything he would regret, so he changed direction and instead whispered in your ear, “No you won’t.”

That was the night JJ almost kissed you.

———

Everything recently had gone to shit. It wasn’t all bad but that was the best way you could describe it. You still had feelings for JJ, but it was more apparent than ever you couldn’t act on them.

You had applied to a college in New York on a whim, not even thinking you could get a place, but you had been wrong. The letter in your hands, not only confirmed you got a place, but that you were being offered a scholarship as well - something that you really needed as your family couldn’t afford sending you to college.

When you told the group about the offer they were all beyond happy for you, each of them showing their own little ways of congratulations. Kiara and John B both promised to come and visit you, Pope already planning how you could meet up whilst you were both away, but JJ just hugged you tightly, telling you he was proud of you before going back to fiddling with his lighter.

After that day, you saw JJ less and less - you were often busy packing for the ever approaching day where you would leave, but when you did spend time with your friends he wasn’t always there. Sometimes he was with a girl he’d met the night before, sometimes doing work or sometimes just not giving an excuse and just disappearing - what was obvious was he was distancing himself from you.

It broke your heart that you couldn’t spend your last month or two with him before you left, ignoring the romantic feelings you had for him he was your closest friend and so you would really miss him no matter what.

It was the day before you were going to leave and you were spending the day with the pogues, including JJ for once, at the chateau, sitting around the fire and drinking together, the last time you would do this for a while. It was bittersweet, you loved your friends more than anything but you wanted to experience new things in life - and college offered this.

“I’ll miss you all so much,” you said, looking at the faces in front of you.

“We will too,” John B replied, hugging you as the others all agreed and joined in the hug.

“Okay, you can hug me more later but right now I can’t breathe and I want some water.”

They all removed themselves from the hug, turning into their own conversations as you made your way towards the chateau.

You didn’t want to cry in front of any of them, but you allowed a few tears to fall down your cheek as you stood at the kitchen sink, back to the door, not even noticing JJ standing there, looking at you with concern.

“Are you okay?” He asked, you jumped, wiping your face before you turned to him with a smile.

“Of course I am, just a little sad that I’m leaving.”

“I’m sorry.”

You stepped towards him, “What for?”

“I’ve been avoiding you since you said you were leaving and I shouldn’t have as we won’t see each other much anymore and-“

“JJ it’s fine don’t worry,” you reached out your hand for his, “and I’m sorry too, I know I said we could move away together, but plans changed and I really wish you were coming with me.”

“Hey,” JJ moved his thumb over your cheek, wiping the tear that had began falling away, “there’s always the chance to leave together after you’re done with college, I know I’ll be waiting.”

You looked up at him, the words you wanted to say at the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say them, so instead you said, “I’ll really miss you J.”

He sighed before pulling you into a hug, “I’ll really miss you too Y/N.”

Neither of you moved for minutes, staying in each others warmth, both of you unable to say the correct words to each other.

That was the day you almost told JJ you loved him.

That was the day JJ almost told you he loved you.

[namjoon-koya]

Choose wisely: prologue

(A/N: I really wanted to write a horror fanfic and I got a lot of inspiration from YouTube on how to make one so here it goes.)

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Warning ⚠️: angst, horror, creepy pictures, fluff, nsfw in the near future, dreamcore/Liminal Space.

Summary: While Bakugou and you are fighting against a villain along with Midoriya and Todoroki you both unexpectedly get hit by the villain’s quirk. You both wake up in a different world it feels like a dream, but you both can’t seem to escape until someone informs you how to escape it and it won’t be easy choosing wisely is the only way out to getting back into the real world.

The Liminal Space is the Space that lies between the known and the unknown. It is a transitional space of heightened intensity that we experience when we traverse the threshold of the creative unknown.

Hero work never seemed to stop or slow down at least not for you and Bakugou; after graduating U.A both of you decided to work in the same company considering you both were dating and still wanted to continue to be close even if the U.A days were over. Both of you have been dating for 2 years now, your friends assumed Bakugou and you would have settled down already gotten married and maybe start a family.

It wasn’t that simple as they though Bakugou lived for the thrill of being a pro hero he was still the same even after graduating U.A Bakugou still continued to want to prove he was the best pro hero ever. Of course you’d still continue to support him, but sometimes you did want to settle down already; but you never knew how to bring that conversation up to him.

Hell you and Bakugou didn’t even live in the same apartment yet, Bakugou loved you and you loved him; but there was no communication between the both of you when there was a problem “it’s frustrating..” you said out loud as you continued to gaze up at the ceiling. You heard your phone go off on the nightstand you slowly started to get up from bed realizing it was almost 10AM which meant it was time to go to work.

You walked over to the bathroom and began your daily routine before going back to the bedroom and getting your hero costume “I should ask hatsume to make a few upgrades.” You said as you examined your outfit in the mirror. You picked up your backpack from the ground and headed to the kitchen, you often didn’t have time to eat so you’d just grab a fruit out of the fruit bowl and just be on your way to the agency. You heard your phone ring again you looked down and see Bakugou had sent you a text.

You made sure you had everything before finally leaving, you made sure to lock your door since often times you’d forget and Bakugou would just call you a dumbass and remind you to lock it. Once outside you saw Bakugou’s car you rushed over and opened the passenger side “Good morning Katsuki.” You said smiling as you put on your seatbelt he gruffly says morning before kissing you on the cheek.

He pulls back “did you remember to lock your door?” You roll your eyes “ONE time Bakugou it was just ONE time.” You try to argue, but he only laughs “actually three-“ you pout “I was drunk that time and also my neighborhood is pretty safe!” Bakugou let’s out a sigh “better to be safe Y/N.” He says as he starts driving off the agency.

The drives to the agency were often quiet, but not the awkward kind of quiet; but more like the comfortable type of quiet Bakugou would often hold your hand in his as he drove you scolded him saying it wasn’t safe, but he’d smirk and reply by saying “I’m a pretty safe driver babe.” Whenever he’d stopped the car because of the red lights he’d bring your hand to his lips and leave a small kiss on your knuckles making you blush.

He would catch a glimpse of you blushing and just smirk “you play unfair.” You mumbled out “never said I would play fair Babe.”

You both finally arrived at the agency and saw Kirishima already there “finally the two love birds make it to work!” He shouts happily “shut up dumbass the traffic was more packed today that’s why.” He said crossing his arms. “Mm sure it was, but how’s your morning Y/N.” You smile at Kirishima “it was fine thank you for asking did the boss already hand out assignments?”

“Not all, but I’m working with Tetsutetsu today so I’ll definitely be some kind of adventure today.” Kirishima said as he smiled, the two boys were somewhat familiar Tetsutetsu had a hardening quirk, but instead of his skin hardening his skin would turn into steel which amazed you a lot and of course you can’t forget their similar shark teeth.. you could only imagine how hard their bite together would be.

“Blaze, Ground Zero you both will be working with another agency’s member. Deku and Shoto.” Once you heard those two names come out the boss’s mouth you swear you could feel Bakugou try to hold back every curse word he could think of. You had completely forgot that Bakugou STILL continued to compete against them for the number one spot.. you let out a sigh. You could hear Kirishima laughing behind you “Good Luck Y/N you’re going to need it.”

The four of you decide on meeting in a cafe to lay low apparently the new villain kept tabs on heroes to avoid getting caught as the boss informed both you and Bakugou. Once you both arrived at the cafe you saw Midoriya and Todoroki siting together chatting away through the window. Bakugou let out a frustrated grunt “we should just leave-“ “and get scolded by our boss? No thanks!” You say as you open the door, Bakugou followed behind you still holding a scowl on his face.

“Todoroki Midoriya! It’s been so long!” You said going up to them Midoriya’s eyes sparkled as he saw you “Y/N! I’m so happy to see you! U-uh you too kaachan.” Bakugou only grunted which earned him a elbow to his side. “Todoroki how have you been?” You asked “I’m fine Y/N thank you for asking.” Once the four of you settled down and ordered drinks that’s when you all started talking about the villain.

“So what do we know?” You asked.

“The villain hasn’t showed his quirk yet, they tend to keep tabs on heroes to avoid getting caught, traveling in daylight is scarce BUT not uncommon for them, night time seems to be the time they come out more.” You hummed as Todoroki provided the information.

“Why night though? Heroes come out either way in the nighttime.”

“Seems to me like he’s playing a game of cat and mouse.. mouses tend to come out at night so maybe he’s waiting for the cats to take the bait?” Midoriya’s hypothesis seemed reasonable some villains you’ve come across loved to play around with heroes until they got caught..

The four of you made a plan to catch the villain when it’s night, Todoroki would stay with Midoriya and you’d stay near Bakugou. You felt uneasy about this job.. you didn’t even know why often times you’d feel more comfortable, but something was telling you not to do it.. you shrugged it off trying to not think about the worse case scenario happening.

Finally when it was night the four of you headed out it seemed somewhat peaceful and quiet expect for the cars often honking or passing by. The uneasy feeling came back again and you started becoming hesitant in your own steps as you followed Bakugou; he noticed he stopped before looking back “are you alright?” You nod.

He continues to walk until you both land on the spot where you two are suppose to be “Oi deku are you guys ready?” He asked through the small earpiece “ready kaachan it says that he’s supposed to be here.” So you guys wait until the villain comes out a few minutes pass by and then an hour. You let out a sigh “Deku are you sure he’s here? Maybe he left-“

“Are you sure about that?”

You felt yourself shiver was he behind you guys all this time?! You and Bakugou quickly jump out the way to keep distance between the killer, you couldn’t see his face; but his outfit was definitely.. normal than other villains you’ve faced he had only a dark cloak on with a white mask covering his face.

“Why so scared Blaze? Are you having an uneasy feeling?”

You choked how the hell did he know? Was this his quirk? To scare people to make them feel uneasy so they can make mistakes?

“Y-Blaze! Don’t get distracted now!” Bakugou shouts at you, you quickly snap out of your train of thought as you quickly activate your quirk. The villain only laughed.. why is he just laughing? At this point the uncomfortable feeling you had went away and now you’re pissed off is he really underestimating your quirk?

“Dont make that face little hero! I’m not making fun of you, but your quirk is completely useless against me.. don’t believe me? Watch.”

The feeling came back again this time it was much more stronger you felt sick, you felt dizzy what the hell did this villain do to you? You could hear Bakugou yelling your name, but suddenly darkness overwhelmed you.

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You suddenly woke up you let out a groan “why does it feel like I drank too much?..” you said as you rubbed your eyes you looked around and realized you were in some kind of house.. the stairs looked like it was decaying.. the house didn’t even look modern it looked more like.. it was vintage.. “Bakugou?.. Todoroki?.. Midoriya?” You called out as you started to get up from the floor.

Did.. the villain kidnap you? No he couldn’t he was all alone with no backup at all and Bakugou would’ve taken you to a safe place by now.. so where the hell where you exactly? The house seemed empty.. it was empty there was no TV, no decorations, no fridge and not even a couch.. the uncomfortable feeling came back again.

Why did it feel like you were a dream.. but then it felt so real? You opened the front door and took a look outside there was no cars expect for other houses which looked like they were decaying and similarly vintage as well.. you rushed down the street “Bakugou! Todoroki! Midoriya! Please! This isn’t funny anymore!” You shout, but no one came.

You were completely alone in this dimension.