#bestie hated himself but had the confidence of a god

[doodlegirl1998]

Listen...I detest spinner now thanks to hori's canon. No hate to anyone who likes him and yes you can fix spinner in fics and arts...but to me, I see him as a raving and fanatical fan of shig who ....honestly didn't give a fuck about spinner...it was so oneside.

Spinner hating Izu and calling him murder???

Spinner saying he could have saved shig???

And Izu takes all bc ofc he does ...he is the perfect victim.

This is MHA ...Izu gets nothing but pain and blame. Bk and shoto have fangirls ...Shoto I get it (even if we ignore the whole dabi's situation) but bk?

And Izu is saddle with that superficial bitch ??. (I know people can fix ochako in fics. She is a character...but god canon makes me detest her)

To sum up, spinner is an insane fan who thinks he and shig are besties since day 1 and will write his fanfic about shig meaning he will write his own version of shig...not how the real shig is bc no one knows...and blames Izu for this.

Im tired of this manga.

But it does make me realize how...I can do better. I was feeling a bit insecure about my writing ...it boost my confidence a lil.

Hi @mikeellee , 👋

Not much filled me with anger quite like watching Bakugou get fangirls for existing and being his detestable self - and Izuku getting none.

There's also Spinner venting his rage at Izuku for Shigaraki's death (Izuku, who tried his very best to save Shig). Spinner's rage should be at All For One - not Izuku. So this was pretty rage inducing as well - considering this is in the same chapter Bkg and Todoroki get fangirls, the contrast is jarring. - And a spit in the face for Izuku from Hori once again.

Izuku owes none of the LOV, not even Shig in canon, a damn thing. If Izuku had decided to kill him (which he didn't), he would have been justified because Shig was a country ending threat with decay and AFO who was not gonna back down!

There's also the fact that Spinner is a hypocrite, turning around and calling Shoji a mutant slur when he has apparently been discriminated against himself.

Spinner for the love of God, sit down and shut up.

Also, I suppose that's one good thing to come from the state of MHA's writing now. I'm glad you are feeling proud in your own writing - as you should.

[xstarlightxstarbrightx]

Zhongli headcanons

HI HELLO I'M BACK-- i finished my h/c list ages ago but then brainrot took over and i was caught between mini fic writing and schoolwork lmfao. anyway, zhongli's my precious lil mans and i must SCREAM abt him for a moment thank u.

current list: - FLUENT in the art of yapping. could weave a story abt a blade of grass, and y'all know bitches are listening. - i feel like most ppl are kinda intimidated by him. like regular average ppl look at him and are shaken by this sort of regal air he's got around him. - straightforward! he doesn't beat around the bush when he's got a point or needs something. this kinda thing also makes ppl more intimidated of him bc he's just very confident abt it. - WARM HANDS,,, - he gives me the vibes of a fidgeter. like he spins his rings on his thumbs, and will fiddle with the sleeves of his coat. like it's just a habit he picked up, and now he can't help but do it when his mind is wandering. - ON THE TOPIC OF FIDGETING: Guizhong's puzzle box. Zhongli's usually pretty good abt figuring things out when he's confronted w/ something confounding/confusing, but when he can't figure it out or it's a very hard thing to work through, i am CONVINCED that he fiddles with Guizhong's puzzle box. like it's sort of like him trying to solve her final question helps him solve the current Difficult Question he's faced with. absolutely probably fiddled w/ it when he was deciding what to do abt retirement. - this man LOVES antiques and art/music (he likes a lot of things tbh) and he will do anything to talk abt them. like he's probably one of the best antique appraisers, and has stories abt specific antiques he's seen before. as for opera and music and art, he just really appreciates their creativity! also sorry he would absolutely indulge in the art of calligraphy. - he hoards rocks. listen, he hoards them. he loves rocks, and when he finds a Perfect Rock, he just yoinks it (Perfect Rocks are hard to come by yk!!!). - he's usually very sweet and nice, and has a good attitude, but i'm PRETTY sure he's got a bit of pride to him yk. - listen,,, he was in a really long war and lost a lot of ppl he cared abt in the Archon War, and i'm like pretty sure he's got battle anxiety now bc of it. like he would MUCH prefer talking things out, but if push comes to shove he will still fight; he just tends to push himself to the front so that less people get hurt. he just REALLY wants to protect people, which makes him a little self-sacrificial (he's usually fine). he's also fucking PROTECTIVE as FUCK. - Zhongli has gold blood. not red blood, gold; i think this makes him more nervous around red blood bc it means to him that someone is hurt and he wasn't able to protect them. it's equated with Really Bad Things. - back to sad things, i'm 90% sure he's afraid of forgetting things due to erosion. he's always had a good memory, so the idea that he might one day have his memories eroded is one of his greatest fears. - i feel like all of his worries and concerns have turned him from a stern War God to a very gentle mans that will make u soup when ur sick. - Zhongli and Venti are the best of friends and he would deck that guy so hard if someone asked him to. Literally besties for the resties, they hate each other but someone fucks with one of em, the other's got his back. - Zhongli talks pretty, so ya know he's got That Sass that hits different. Like it's out of left field, and it probably doesn't register as a slight at first. sometimes it takes u a good hour before u realize he wasn't complimenting u and instead was calling u an idiot. - the definition of "curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back". literally exudes pure curiosity when he sees something he hasn't seen before. - he adores little gifts,,, like these small gestures would Never Be Noticed by anyone, except him, and he just thinks it's so fuckin sweet. - secretly a prankster. you Would Not Expect It from him, but that's what makes it so perfect. he's the PATIENT type of prankster, too; the one who moves the flower vase a cenimeter to the left every day over the course of a month type of patient.

HERE'S THE LIST, LOVE THIS MAN SO FUCKIN MUCH YALL plEASE,,, he's my pretty mans and i just foam at the mouth over him i s w e a r.

Up next is Neuvi, bc i love him, and then i'll be delving into the Very Specific Niche Ship i obsess over which is them as a poly.

[natimiles]

SO LIKE... I'm a hoe for Theo and I will forever love his route even though I wish the story wasn't squeezed to death by a month. 😞

I wanna take a moment to to adore the fact that this grumpy ass guard dog has so much little brother energy I can't help, but scream (IRL I will be too scared too, but he's really funny when he's being bullied I'm sorry). I mean irl I'll probably bite his hand and tell him to leave me tf alone, but God he's adorable and scary with his older brother. I still feel heartbroken though because of... Well backstory reasons (if you know you know).

Alsoo.... I adore his frenemy... Probably bc he's my frenemy. My God I have such a love-hate feeling with this flirty mfer it's not even funny. I did legit hate him at first though and I still kinda do especially because he does creep me out a little with his flirting like... I get it's an act for the most part, but much like he hates how unreadable Dazai is, I honestly have a hard time reading him too. Still though, I feel really heartbroken for this dork. Yet I also wanna smack him in the face with a broom bc holy shit he needs a reality check. Like SIR this is not okay... Also I love the way this guy just had this pouty face, kinda makes me wanna bully him a little (even though I'll probably be to scared to bully him just like with Theo). Irl I'll probably absolutely hide from him though like the flag and absolutely wouldn't tolerate his attitude (I know he'll actually be understanding, but that'll take a long time to believe...) I feel bad, but like that's the honest truth.

I wanna befriend Issac, but I'll probably be scared to approach him. I mean we probably won't have much in common bc I'm anime/ manga/art-ish hoe, but something about him makes me wanna befriend him (possibly marry him)? He just looks so friend SHAPED even though he hates it...

Also I hc Levi with gifted kid burnout (totally not bc I'm sorta projecting myself onto him). Bro undervalues himself way too much... I was also gonna add that IRL every brother in the game will probably hate me solely bc I absolutely have no confidence and I rather hide especially to due the fact that I'll be far from home. 💀 I also probably be too scared to talk to Levi and Mammon even though I love them very much. Idk as much as I like tsun-tsun, I genuinely be to dense to understand and absolutely to sensitive to the shit they'll say.

Sill though, Levi is an mood and if I manage to not be... A weirdo, I'll probably get along with him the most ( even though he'll be yelling at me to finish the fucking manga properly). Mammon though... I love this dumbass, I truly do, but I swear we'll drive each other insane.

Also adore Levi when he's cocky (even if it'll start sting), I just swoon over a character who lost his confidence finally getting it. It's just.... Amazing. Mammon being the big bro... 😭 Oh how my heart burst.

YES! Let’s all agree that ONE MONTH IS TOO SHORT! At least Ikesen MC had 3 months before deciding to stay in the past. It bugs me that we have such a short time with them. I understand they didn’t want really long routes or whatever, but... damn Cybird, ONE MONTH? But it’s still better than ELEVEN DAYS, right? Yes, I’m talking TO YOU, Mystic Messenger.

HASIUEHASIUEHAS, he calls us hondje but he is such a puppy! Like Vincent just goes “Be nice, Theo. Shut it, Theo” and he just “Fine, Broer…” HIUSAHEAUISHESAIUH. But yeah, I know! It’s been a while, but I played his routes... Interlude helped a little to remember some things. And damn… it’s a lot to take in and develop IN ONE MONTH, CYBIRD! For both of them, really. I hate Vincent’s ending Irl I’d probably not get too close to Theo but not because he scares me, but because he’s rude HASIEHASIUE.

I. LOVE. ARTHUR. This bitch has so many issues. He’s another puppy that just wants (and needs) to be loved 🥹 And I love their relationship! Frenemies? Yes! Besties? Yes! Best wingmans for each other? Yes! LOVERS? FUCKING YES! I wanna smack his face with my face. Or with Theo’s face, whoever is closer, HASIUEHASUIEHSA. But even if it's a platonic relationship, Arthur is such a good friend. He really cares for others… He’s the one who helps Theo in Interlude and it’s precious 🥹

Me and Isaac don’t have anything in common. Would that stop me? Absolutely not. Just come here and let me love you, you awkward hedgehog! I LIVE TO LOVE SHY MEN! He would be a good friend too! If he considers you a friend, it means so much to him! But I’d rather marry him, HAISUEHASUIHESA. And we would bond over the things we like, even if they’re so different. I like the stars, but I don’t know much about them, so he could teach me. And I could tell him about all my favorite animes, mangas and games. 

Ooooh! I searched for it and… I can totally see Levi! People tend to think Satan is the only one that’s actually smart, but they all are smart in their own ways. I feel Levi is not appreciated enough, even in-game. Sometimes he’s there just to be funny and to be the awkward, shy guy. My baby doesn’t deserve that, he deserves so much love. Also, I think Mammon totally has ADHD. He’s good with math, as long as you explain it to him as if you were talking about money (his hyperfocus). Belphie is smart too, he sleeps in every class and he still has good grades. 

Irl I’d get closer to Levi and Beel first. I love cooking, so Beel would love me quickly. I wouldn’t help Belphie because I’d obey Lucifer and stay away from the attic, HAISEHASIUEHSA. Mammon is the type of friend I could have and that I would want to kill every 2 seconds, but I couldn’t leave him alone or he’d get in trouble and get himself killed. But out of everyone, I think Solomon is more the type of friend I usually have? I don’t know why though, I just have this feeling about him, AHSIEUHASUIEHSA.

I LIVE FOR A COCKY AND CONFIDENT LEVI! Gimme moooooore! I was looking at some random screenshots I have here and I found one of him, I think it’s from that beach Devilgram. The one we have an animation from him… I don’t know the name, HAIUEHASUIEHSA. But the point is: Levi can be assertive and confident when he really wants (or needs) to!

Ignore the awful quality. I had to play at the lowest quality because my phone wasn't the best at the time, AHSIUEHSA.

[evansbby]

took me a half hour to finish it, but.. god. from the moment we see omega, we’re immediately drawn to her the way all the poyt!boys are. steve. peter. bucky. but the captivating love between steve and omega is just… wow. i’ve HATED steve for the way he’s been, his refusal to break himself out of his big bad alpha mindset. the ending was everything i needed and wanted. love, safety, comfort. yes, it was hard and a long journey and painful but they pulled through and seeing steve with little rosie and being so soft and careful with her and UGH. i just love it. i LOVE this. from omegas growth and the way she defends and protects herself from bucky to STEVE’S growth and the way he BELIEVES her. it’s him being confident in his love of omega, in her faithfulness to him. he knows she wouldn’t cheat on him when before his insecurities led him to believe maybe she would. AND MRS. SARAH ROGERS? i LOVE her. and mr. rogers heart eyes for her? i loved that even more. another little note, steve saying she’ll be fine. dad said she’ll be fine so she’ll be fine, god, that broke my heart and i could see steve literally pretending everything is okay but internally being so goddamn afraid and in denial. them being parents and steve watching omega with just?? such adoration??? and being OPEN and listening and loving and just everything we ever needed him to be. thank you. thank you for being such an incredible writer and creating this.. whole universe. with bucky. and sam. and steve. and omega. and rosie. mr. and mrs. rogers. thank you, you beautiful soul.

Bestie let me just say this first: DAMN YOU ARE A FAST READER! Like half an hour?!? To read all that!?! Wow! I’m replying to this message days later and putting it as a draft to post later this week, but I remember reading this on the night I posted it and I was sooo shocked how quickly you read it!

I’m so happy you commented on the growth of the two main characters! This chapter ultimately was all about growth, with Steve but also with omega! In many ways, they are still the same. Steve will always be domineering and controlling and he has his set views BUT it’s in the little things and tweaks to his character, how he’s just that little bit softer 🥹🥹 (but only with omega and their BABY GIRL🥺🥺)

And omega is still shy and insecure and awkward and quiet… but she was able to stand up for herself at the very end. (Tbh she always stood up to Bucky, if you look back. Every time they had an interaction, she stood up to him in some way, which I love. It’s just this time she REALLY told him what she thought)

And yes 🥺 Steve in denial about his mother’s sickness. In a way it’s very befitting, we all know how delulu this man is! But yeah, I wanted it to be very heartbreaking.

Thank you soooo much bestie!!! 💖💖🙏🏼🙏🏼😭

[onlyafoolformyships]

It is so tragic that someone so sexy has to go through so much

-Dean Winchester

[mydarlingem]

don't take too long

hi besties!! this is the first nsfw piece i have written so idk if this is good or not. also like i may be self conscious about my body but i want a man to worship me fat and all?? so heres confident chubby reader! anyways here y'all go. if this is bad pls tell me.

keiji akaashi x gn chubby reader

400 wc

keiji akaashi sat on the floor of his office, exhaustion weighed heavy on him. all he wanted was to get home to you, he missed you so much. it had been only a few hours, but your presence made the time go faster than it should. 

as if you were a psychic, his phone buzzed. he pulled it out of his pocket and smiled at your name on his screen. 

my angel <3

hi keiji when are you gonna be home? 

he sighed, he knew you hated his late nights almost as much as he did, he didnt like leaving you along for this long, he wanted to shower you in affection like you always did for him. he quickly typed out his response. 

hi pretty, finishing up here but will be home in about an hour, im sorry :(

my angel <3 

Attachment: 1 Image

dont take too long :) 

he clicked his messages excited to see whatever random animal picture you sent him and almost dropped his phone out of his hand. there were you, wearing only cute little underwear, chest, stomach, thighs all of it on display just for him. you were wearing such a seductive smile he found himself blushing just at the look on your face. 

your tummy squished up against your thighs, he felt like he was going to burst. you were breathtaking, the way your thighs were pressed up against each other, he wanted nothing more than to be between them. he made a mental note to ask you later to lock your thighs around his head while he worshiped you. what more could a man want from life than to be crushed between the thighs of their lover?

the confidence you always had for everything you did made him envious of you, he had never met someone like you. you were true to yourself, you were powerful and holy god you were sexy. you made him feel like a new man when you left love bites on his neck, when you stole the moans that escaped from his lips. 

what did he do to deserve such an angel like you? and how quickly could he get home to absolutely worship you? 

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

Hey bestie can u make a eren x reader one shot where eren just won’t let the reader move on🙃

thank u anon for this lovely idea

scumbag!eren x crybaby!fem!reader

WARNINGS: dubcon/noncon, past toxic relationship, slut-shaming, possessive behavior, yandere tendencies,

WC: 1.8k

He pins your wrists against the dingy bathroom tiles with an unrelenting grip, and you swear you've never felt more claustrophobic in your life.

The dark-haired boy eyes the glitter on your cheekbones, the neon-colored eyeliner, the rogue on your lips, and the black satin of your mini dress exposing a substantial amount of plush thighs. He's never seen you like this-never allowed you like this before.

You almost feel like uncharted territory but nothing escapes his observant nature. From the tremble of your lips, and the water starting to collect in your lower lash lines, Eren knows this you. Maybe not who you were pretending to be in the strappy heels, low neckline, and the party-girl masquerade you put on in front of your shallow ditzy friends, but he knows who you really are. Vulnerable. Scared of your own shadow.

"E-eren,' You stammer, "Please let me go." You try not to think about the voice cracks, trying to sound as assertive as you could without meeting his eyes. Eren, of course, thinks you look like a baby mouse. Hopeless and trapped.

"Don’t you miss me?" He mummers into the nape of your neck. You have an explosive No prepared in the roof of your mouth, ready to sound out the single syllable, until his hand, adorned with chunky silver rings, covers your mouth, muffling your whimpers. You could taste the metal.

“It’s a rhetorical question.” He’s smirking, green eyes lit up dangerously under the too-white bright lights, “Let me talk okay? I just want you to listen.”

All you’ve ever been doing is letting him walk and talk over you. And then when you finally got the nerve to stand up for yourself-

“I haven’t seen you the past three months” his low voice interrupts your contemplation, “It’s like you’ve been ignoring me.” He finishes flatly, his thin lips stretched into a line. His multitude of ear piercings catches the light, glinting sharply.

It’s too overpowering, his close proximity after going cold turkey. His presence is like a drag of a cigarette after not smoking for months. Hurts your lungs but the remnants of what you used to feel with the sudden rush of nicotine bubbling up again. Because when all is said and done, you’re still deliriously attracted to him. And you hate yourself for it.

You try to focus on the other sensations, sensations that aren’t busy on the feel of his warm breath or his hands holding yours down. You can still hear the song playing from the club.

All my bitches feel like I dodged the county

Fucking with you feel like jail n——-

Yeah, it really did.

Changing tactics, he holds you by your neck instead, giving your aching wrists sweet relief but that relief is nothing compared to the panic of having his beefy hand on your thrumming pulse.

His grasp wasn’t tight. You could breathe, but it was the kind of tight that let you know he would go tighter if you didn’t listen properly. React properly.

“You’re fucking ignoring me again” he’s practically growling the words out, baring all teeth, “I know I’m pretty difficult to tune out, so I would like to know what the fuck you’re thinking about.”

His hand leaves your delicate throat- his knee between your thighs keeps you in place- to roam down the satin of your dress, the fabric clinging to every curve. You hate how scrutinizing his viridian eyes are, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over the previous hot-girl-summer confidence.

He hated how good you looked on the dance floor, laughing with your stupid friends like you had lost all your inhibitions. Hated that you looked so good, everyone could see it. Hated how you didn't notice his eyes boring holes into you. Do you remember the time how you used to be hyper-focused around him? Aware of every movement, aware of every tonal shift?

And now you didn't even look at him.

"Are you thinking of other guys? I saw you grinding on those men like a slut." He presses his body deeper, "Have you fucked any other guys since we broke up? You must have. I know how slutty your pussy is"

You bite down on his hand. Hard.

You're counting on his reflexes, for him to retract his hand and give you an opportunity to run to the door. But Eren has been fighting for years and predicts your maneuver. With a calculated sidestep, Eren lets go of his hand, before promptly slamming you against the bathroom wall again but this time front-first.

Clouds dance in your vision, and you're sure you would have fallen by now if not for him holding you up. Eren uses this newfound position to his advantage by groping your ass, rutting his dick against your backside.

Deciding to be petty, you let the spite-coated venom escape your pretty lips, "Yeah. I fucked so many boys, and they were so much better than y-"

Anger blinded him. Roughly, he turned you around to face him once more, forcing you to look up at the green-eyed monster. He flipped your dress up, nearly ripping it during the process, shoved your lacy panty aside, and plunged his fingers inside. He felt a visceral sense of validation course through him at finding wetness coating his slender fingers to your utter mortification.

"Liar. I know you haven't been fucking anyone else." His smile is all teeth, pearly white and sharp,

You gulp, feeling sweat beading down your neck and arousal pooling at the bottom of your stomach. Damn yourself.

"You don't know that."

He looks almost feral, green eyes in slits and hair all mussed up, falling out of his usual bun. The top few buttons of his black button-up are left unfastened giving you a gracious view of his smooth muscular chest, and the dangling silver cross-chain.

"No, I do. See a little birdie told me all you've been doing the past few months is crying yourself to sleep, and eating frozen meals. This is the first time you've been out since I broke up with you, huh?" Condescension drips with every word.

He thumbs away the tear falling down your cheek with a mocking kindness and adds, "There, there. Don't cry. Good thing I happened to be here tonight, right?"

You're full-blown crying now, too upset to care if you're smudging your make-up. This is the real you. This is how Eren remembers you.

"Awe, my precious little crybaby, don't worry. You came here tonight looking for dick? I'll give it to you. It's okay," He coos, breath tickling the shell of your sensitive ears. Well, every part of you felt sensitive right now.

You're rubbing your eyes, sniffling, "E-exactly. You b-broke up with me, so why are you here? Why can't you just let me be?"

The dark-haired boy sighs, and with an uncharacteristic softness, leans his head down to press his forehead against yours, and intertwines his hand with yours, noses almost touching.

"To be honest, it was just to teach you a lesson." A soft exhale, "I didn't think you'd actually stay broken up with me." He's crushing your fingers now, "Didn't think we'd be broken up with for real."

Your eyes flash with indignation, feeling your body surge with an emotion you couldn't qualify, "I don't care. Yeah, I was sad but god, you were a terrible boyfriend! I'm so much better off without you. All those lonely nights are still better than any night I've ever had with you!"

You're breathless by the time you're done.

"Done with your little monologue?"*

You can feel your shoulders shaking, and you almost want to laugh from the indecorousness of it all. How could he not care? Was this how little you mattered to him?

"I know you're lying because" Without any preamble, he shoves his fingers inside of you again, finding that spongy spot that made your knees weak, eliciting a soft moan from your downturned mouth, "You're wet. And you want me."

"In fact," an edge of excitement colors his voice, "I bet your insides are still molded to fit my dick."

It's hard to talk when one thumb is violently brushing over your clit, and his tongue is forced into your mouth, drowning any whines of protests. You close your eyes, focusing and unfocusing. A hand snakes up your dress to fondle your tits and tease your perky nipples.

It's just one sensation over another, and your sex-deprived body was welcoming all these feelings with open arms. Eren knows your body like it came with an instruction manual and that manual advised him to bite your earlobe, which was especially sensitive. He knew where on your collarbone you liked to be marked, how hard you wanted your nipples pinched, and how you could ride his face with complete abandon.

But right now, he didn't want to pleasure you. He's coaxed enough orgasms out of you throughout your relationship.

He unbuckles his belt and frees his long slender cock, the head a flushed angry red, dribbling with precum. He lines his full-mast cock to your entrance. Fully alert as to what was about to happen, pretty pleas of "no Eren, please don't, no" are falling out of your mouth, wide starlit eyes dotted with pearlescent tears. He kisses the top of your head like the way he always used to.

And then he thrusts himself inside. You give up so easily, he thinks. Do you even realize how you're swinging your hips on your own accord? How you're wrapping your lush legs around his waist to pull him deeper?

His pace is ruthless, making your head bob up and down. Moans and grunts drown out the music from the club. You're begging him to slow down.

"You're mine. Always mine. Always were. Can't fucking believe you really thought-" He doesn't even finish his thought because a violent shudder rips throughout his body.

Your nails are digging into his back, so sharp it could have been clawed. You could feel yourself right on the edge-

The door shakes to reveal a tall young man with slicked-back blond hair with a frat-boy laugh.

"Holy shit! Eren?!"

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckcufkcufkcufckfuckfuckfuckfuc

Shame burns your face. You have no choice but to cover yourself behind Eren's broad frame. You're just hoping to every god he'll go away, and keep this to himself.

Your dark-haired ex-boyfriend turns around to face the blond, "A little busy here, Porco. Shut the door. I'm uh, getting reacquainted with someone."

"Goddamn. Is that ___" You don't even have to look at Porco to recognize how impressed he was.

"Get out Porco." Eren growls.

The door closes with a loud thud.

You're borderline hysterical at this point begging Eren to get out of you, but his grip on your hips is iron-tight.

Outside you hear stunned gasps, but one phrase stands out to your straining ears: "Yeah, I guess they're back together."

Eren kisses the top of your head once more, "After I fuck you, we'll go home together girlfriend."

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* {A/N}: This line "Done with your little monologue?" is inspired by this delicious fic by @hotwings0203.

[lutawolf]

*hand flies up in the air like I'm a kid in school* Luta, Luta! Help a girl out. Who's Tawan in KP? Saw the name mentioned and I'm clueless. Would you also be willing to tease what you think is coming in episode 5? Because I can't help myself enough to not ask?

You asked, there for you shall receive. Thank you @iamafictionfreak for asking by the way! 😘 Just don't hate me if I'm completely wrong and for any of the spoilers from the book/series this blog may contain. Also please forgive me if this is long. I don't know about others but when a blog gets too long, I wonder about the validity of reading it. Yet, I'm guilty. Here we go anyways. THERE BE SPOILERS

Tawan is Kinn's ex and he wants Kinn back. He is very conniving. It's also important to note that while the wheel is still turning, the hamster is dead. Meaning he is bat shit crazy and not like me, I have some morals. He shouldn't show up until after the great wilderness adventure though. Which I have given you an example of below.

When I saw the teaser for the next episode, I went stupid. Just ask my bestie @victooooorious who had to console me as I screamed "This is not like the book!" Not that I mind them deviating from the book. Like, thank you director gods for deviating from the rape scene. However, I don't like the idea that Mafia Daddy aka Mr. Korn is anything other than supportive of Kinn and Porsche. Because that's what I adored about him in the book. Plus, I now have to guess like everyone else on what's going to happen next. 🤣🤣🤣

Alright, lets start off with how the book says this should roll. The morning after, Porsche in the book, has a crisis for a lot of reasons. He takes a break to recoup, goes out on the town with his guy friends and tries to hook up with a girl, can't. Kinn comes to the rescue, which is where we get the very hot picture in the *this shall not be mentioned* previous trailer. Oops, I mentioned it.

They are frotting together. I will scream, cry, and throw things if this is taken out of the series. Not only because it's hot but because I'm sick of everything being strictly anal sex. There are other sexual things that two guys can do that don't involve the ass..... Okay, moving along, I warned you this would get long. Porsche then goes to Mafia Daddy and tries to quit and Daddy goes "What? Why! What did Kinn do!? Fuck that, you are going to take a break and we'll talk about this in seven days." Kinn finds out and loses his shit. Because book Kinn became addicted to Porsche from the very first minute of their first real kiss. He will do anything and everything for Porsche but let him go. So he chases Porsche to his house and that's about the time of their great wilderness adventure. This is also when KimChe meet, unlike in the series.

Instead we have Porsche getting beaten up by Big and Ken. We have Kinn having a talk with Mafia Daddy about Big and Ken's feelings.... So what the fuck is going to happen? Okay, so I feel that series Porsche is a confident bisexual, though I will repeat that I think Kinn was likely his first guy. This is just my guess, I don't think Porsche would have had a chance to really explore that side of himself. Even so I don't think we are going to see an existential crisis because he comes off as a confident bi. I think the crisis is going to come from him being beaten up by other guards and I don't think it will be just Big and Ken. I had to really think about this because, would it push him over the edge unless Kinn didn't help him but that would really be changing the core of who Kinn is. When it comes to Porsche, Kinn will make an exception every time.

So lets rotate back around. I do think that Kinn might have a slight crisis and distance himself from Porsche. Which leaves Porsche wide open for bullying. I also think he will be fucking hurt as hell by Kinn distancing himself. Which is the catalyst to make Porsche say "fuck this" and goes to Mafia Daddy to quit. I still refuse to believe that Mafia Daddy has changed that much from his core character. I think he still tells Porsche to think it over. In the meantime Porsche heads back to his old life, including his old bar job. Kinn finds out and has a talk with Mafia Daddy, which is when he finds out about Porsche being bullied and Daddy breaking it down to him. Kinn goes fuck this shit and goes after his man. He finds Porsche at the bar, where we hopefully have frotting and then Kinn asks him to be his bodyguard again.

There is also this and it is completely different from the book. I have no guesses. I like Kim but I can't get past the age gap to even want to look at what will happen with KimChe. I'm honestly hoping they've decided to take their romance out. Which is sad because I loved book KimChe beyond words.

Okay well there you have it. You now know who Tawan is and you now know what my guesses for the next episode are. Please people for the love of all that is holy (pinkmilk) don't come at me. I'd love to hear your opinions. Lets absolutely discuss. Don't come at me. Hope you enjoyed and please let me know if you did! Thank You 😘

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Limp Noodle ~ S.H.

A/n: I have never once been good at making choices so I’ll be doing both OOF! This request is dirt old but whatever. I’m actually writing requests now look at me go!

Request: “...prompt 20 or 21 Steve Harrington x clumsy male reader” by anon

#20 (here): “I can’t do this without you”

#21: “Guess who broke their nose! Me. It’s me. I broke my nose.”

Word Count: 2000+

MASTERLIST

“Are you SURE that this is a good idea?” The words came from Y/n as Steve parked the car, waving through the windshield window at Jonatan, Nancy, Robin and a new friend, Bianca. They’d all decided on a triple date and like idiots they’d let Steve, Bianca, and Nancy decide so they were now all headed on a hike. Robin was the least athletic of all of them and hated exercise of any kind. Jonathan was the one in the group who hated being outside in the sun and much preferred being inside cuddled on the could other swaddled in bed. Y/n... well Y/n was the single most clumsy person you’ve ever met.

Now, take whatever image that popped in your head when I said that and then make it ten times worse. Then take THAT mental image and multiply by it by ten AGAIN. Y/n was worse. He was absolutely sure he was going to thrip and fall over the side of some steep hill and fully die. He would be lucky to make it out of this trip without a stick going through his eye. Y/n and the outdoors didn’t mix. They never had. He could barely walk, let alone when it was uphill and outside and humid and hard to breathe and everyone was so beautiful and distracting.

Steve didn’t agree with that analysis.

“This is a great idea actually,” Steve decided with complete confidence. “Don’t worry about it okay? You’ll be fine.”

“Incorrect,” Y/n Aries immediately. “We started dating because I tripped seven times and you caught me every single one. I tripped seven times in three days Steve - and that was just the, what, one hour a day you’re with me? In THREE HOURS I TRIPPED SEVEN TIMES!” He was whisper yelling, getting rather heated. “I’m going to knock my head into a tree and bleed out.”

Steve laughed. He reached over, taking his boyfriend’s hands. “Do you trust me?”

Y/n’s shoulders sagged. “That is a cheap trick, Harrington.”

In response Steve only raised his eyebrows. When Y/n refused to answer, Steve sighed. “Y/n. Do you trust me?”

Closing his eyes a second, Y/n held in a sigh. When he opened them again, he managed a small smile. “Yeah. I trust you.” Steve went to get out of the car and Y/n caught his wrist. “Just promise you’re going to stay with me okay? I can’t do this without you. I’m serious.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Come on Drama King.” They both got out and made their way over to the other four.

“Hey guys!” Nancy greeted warmly. She had calmed a lot since Y/n had first met her. Darkened. But she was still pleasant enough, and Y/n tolerated her for Steve. He didn’t know why they were all friends after Nancy’s brutal ripping up Steve’s heart but... he expected it was that trauma bonding things that Steve and Robin refused to ever talk about with Y/n in the room.

“Hey bestie.” Robin winked at Y/n and he felt himself relax. Around her he always felt more comfortable. She got him on a much deeper level than Steve did. She had actually been the one to set them up after failure after failure of Steve’s attempts on girls who came to the ice cream shop they met at originally. It had gone up in flames recently, but they’d snagged a job at a movie store so they still worked together. Y/n was pretty sure neither of them would have it any other way, even if they sometimes pretended to hate each other.

“Hey loser,” Y/n joked back. Robin shoved him and he laughed, accidentally ramming into Jonathan as his feet almost came out underneath him. “Sorry,” Y/n mumbled.

Robin scoffed in amusement. “I always forget you have two backward feet.” This was something she said often, in reference to the popular statement of ‘two left feet’. One day Robin had proclaimed that Y/n was something worse than two left feet, and then being backward had kicked off as an inside joke.

“I’d you have that problem standing still, how do you think you’re going to do on a hike?” It seemed Bianca was trying to get in on the joking, but it hit a hard cord with Y/n.

He wasn’t in the mood to joke. “What can I say? Great day to die.” He put on the fakest smile ever. “Come on everyone!” Then he began to surge ahead, onto the trail, and the others scrambled to catch up.

It didn’t tale long for Nancy and Bianca to hit the head of the trail. Steve dutifully stayed by Y/n, but he watched the girls head with a sort of forlorness. Because Y/n was so slow and Jonathan and Robin lagged even behind him, the two girls in front were racing up and down the steep sides of the path they were on, jumping over logs and hopping up on stumps to make the path harder. They were laughing hard and having a great time. Y/n knew that Steve desperately wanted to join them.

What kind of a boyfriend would Y/n be to stop him? “Go on,” Y/n sighed, nudging Steve forward encouragingly.

Steve looked at Y/n with an expression that tried far too hard at innocence to succeed. It was so obvious he was full of crap that Y/n was rolling his eyes before the brunette even spoke. “What? What do you mean? I’m having a great time with my boyfriend which was the point of this whole thing. Have I bored you already?”

“No, but I’ve bored you. Go and do parkour with the bad ass chicks up there. Go on.” Steve hesitated, but when Y/n shot him a look, he finally did speed ahead to catch up and join in the unnecessary shenanigans that gave Y/n extreme anxiety just imagining himself doing. He sighed watching Nancy and Steve. He knew that things were WAY over between them, but Y/n found a little jealousy in the way they worked together so fluidly. They were perfect for each other - even as friends. She just kept up with him and challenged him in a way that Y/n never could, and Steve thrived.

Slowing down in his moment of annoyance, Robin and Jonathan caught up to him. “Welcome to the world of those who have to sit back and wonder why they’re not still dating,” Jonathan sighed. His voice was as laced with bitterness as Y/n’s thoughts were.

“They’re so complimentary,” Y/n complained.

“You could argue that you guys are the same,” Robin pointed out. “You both hate doing anything outside or away from home. You both love reading and photography. I mean Y/n’s incredible view of the world allows him to be a great writer, but it also connects you two. Writing and photography aren’t far from each other and you prod that every day. Nancy can’t slow down enough to appreciate things like Jonathan does, and we all know Steve is no reader.” She chuckled. “And we’ll never know how awkward and snappy got buff and pretty.”

Jonathan and Y/n smiled at that. “Imagine another world where Nancy and Steve stayed together. Then maybe you and me would have-“ suddenly he lost his words as he tripped, and Jonathan reached out to catch him. The two boys busted up laughing. “That’s the second I have to say both sorry and thank you for your reflexes Mr. Byers.”

“Ah anytime. That’s what friends do. Share interests and talk about alternative world where they’re dating and catch each other when they almost die.”

That made Y/n laugh harder.

Suddenly there was a very unpleasant thump and a scream. The three in the back snapped their attention to the three ahead and saw Nancy and Bianca freeze and look back at Steve, who had landed on the ground. His hands had risen to cover his face, and he slowly turned on his side, curling in on himself. It seemed like he’d misstepped at some point and tripped and fallen.

Perhaps Y/n shouldn’t have been the one they worried about on this trip...

-

When they finally got Steve to the hospital, it was a mess. There had been blood everywhere, and Y/n’s weirdly good driving had saved the day in a pinch once again. They’d gotten there quickly and in one piece without getting pulled over.

Only an hour later they were given news. Steve came out with the skin around his nose already bruised and puffy. “Guess Who broke their nose,” he mocked in a song songey voice.

“Me?” Y/n joked.

“Me!” Steve agreed, pointing at himself. “It’s me. I broke my nose.” He slung an arm over Y/n’s shoulders and the other four covered their mouths to hide laughs. People wouldn’t be forgiving in public if it got out that the two men were dating, so they were trying to be lowkey.

The Doctor came over behind Steve. “He’ll be fine. I’ve given him direction son how to ice it and even given him some pain killers to help with the next few hours. But it is just a broken nose, so nothing too severe.”

“Thanks,” Y/n told the Doctor. They left then, everyone heading home. Y/n designated himself in charge of caring for Steve, and called his parents to let them know that Steve ‘got tired’ after the hike and totally knocked out. They didn’t mind, liking that Steve was actually spending time with other kids again, so it went without too much problem.

As Y/n was tucking Steve into bed, Steve caught his hand to still him. “I love you.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. They hadn’t said that yet but... well, if hypotheticals with Jonathan had taught anything today, it was that Y/n was glad he was in this version of things, even if it was a little more complicated this way. So he meant it when he replied, “I love you too Stevie.”

Steve glared. “Not Jonathan?”

“Jon-“ Y/n’s deep confusion cleared as he realized what had been happening right when Steve had tripped. Jonathan and Y/n had been close. Laughing. Talking. Touching. “Oh my god Harrington did you break your nose because you were being a jealous idiot?”

“Maybe,” Steve grumbled, looking away.

Y/n laughed, gently tugging on his chin so their eyes met again. “Please sweetheart, you can’t get rid of me that easily. Me and my two backward feet are going to plague you for the rest of our lives.”

Steve’s eyes got very soft. “Do you really mean that?”

Getting sincere, Y/n leaned down and kissed Steve’s forehead. “Stephen Harrington, I’ve never meant anything more. I know we can’t get married or anything, or even date publicly, but... I don’t care. And maybe that’s some really forward thinking and we haven’t been dating that long, but I fell... a LOT of times in my life. It only made sense that the first time someone ever caught me, it was you. And it made me realize that I was gifted with my two backward feet so that one day I’d fall for you.”

Steve groaned. “That was painfully cheesy.”

“Okay, okay,” Y/n dismissed, rolling his eyes. The sweet moment was completely ruined.

“No seriously I would break my nose again before hearing that-“

Y/n reached over, turning the light off before climbing into bed with Steve. “Shut up Harrington, or I WILL break your nose again.”

Steve laughed before pulling Y/n close so they could fall asleep curled up with each other. “My cheesy, dumb, clumsy boy,” Steve mused quietly.

That made Y/n scoff. “If either of ya is the dumb in this relationship it’s YOU, Harrington.”

“Shut up,” Steve whispered. It was quiet a while before he finally followed up with, “I’d like that future with you too.”

To hide his smile, Y/n mumbled, “Good night Stevie.”

After a second, Steve replied, “Good night, Y/n.” And for now, that was the end of it.

[itscominghome]

Hey bestie , I love what you write . Can you do one with mason , where they are dating and she gets negative comments and like she feels very bad but didn’t tell him . At the end he finds out and he takes her defens .💕💕

thank you for your request :) sorry it took so long x

Summary: Since you and Mason made your relationship public three months ago, you have received negative and abusive messages from fans. But when everything takes a drastic turn, Mason is there to protect you and takes to social media afterwards to shut down all the abuse and threats.

Warnings: Derogatory language

I'll Always Protect You

"Mason deserves better"

"Slut"

"You're not even that pretty"

"What does Mount see in you"

"I wish he'd just hurry up and break up with you"

"Lets be honest, you wouldn't look twice at him if he wasn't who he was"

"You're just with him for the money"

"I know where you live"

"Break up with him, we know where you live"

These were just some of the many Instagram messages I would receive daily. Some were just calling me names or making me out to be a gold-digger and the sorts. But those on the worse end of the spectrum, those threatening me made me feel sick in the stomach. They had started just over three months ago after Mason and I had gone public with our relationship and they hadn't stopped, only gotten worse. I hadn't told Mason about any of them, I mean surely all of the threats were empty, just a series of words strung together to try and scare me. But part of me was scared that if Mason saw them, he'd start to believe them himself.

"What you looking at, baby," Mason asks from beside me on the bed, sounding concerned. I realised that there must've been a shift in my emotions and immediately plastered a smile onto my face.

"Nothing, Mase," I reply, my voice unsteady. I hate lying to him.

"Tell me you're not reading one of those stupid articles about us again," he says, looking at me, a look of sadness on his face. On top of the private messages I had been receiving, there were a few articles online from gossip sites and even big newspaper companies slating our relationship. Of course, Mason knew about those, there was no way to keep them quiet.

"I don't care what they say, I love you," he would affirm every time he saw one or caught me reading one.

Mason had stayed over at my house last night, not yet moved in with each other, but today wasn't one of the days we could have a lazy day. A day spent cuddling up to each other in bed, doing nothing but watch films, or catch up on the latest episode of 'Married at Frist Sight', which Mason would repeatedly remind me he hated (he loved it really). But, unfortunately, Mason did have training on my day off. I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head before the bed dipped beneath me as he started getting ready.

"I'll come and pick you up later and we can go out for a meal or something," he promised as he opened the door thirty minutes later, pecking my lips lightly.

"Sounds good," I smile, "I love you,"

"I love you too," he says before closing the door and making his way to his car.

Tap. Tap. I looked up from the TV to look around for the source of the tapping noise. I noticed it almost straight away and my heart skipped a beat. There was someone outside my window, tapping on the glass, wearing a black balaclava. I froze in my seat, my hands shaking. He continued tapping for a few more seconds before moving to another window and continuing. Then he moved to the door, jiggling the handle in an attempt to open it. At this point, I start to panic, even more, rushing around looking for my phone.

"Where is it..? Where the fuck did I leave it..?" I whisper to myself as I rush upstairs, extremely distressed. I find it on my bedside table in my room and immediately dial Mason. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.

"Come on, pick up, pick up, Mase." Ring ring. Ring r-.

"Baby, you can't be missing me that much already, I've only been gone for ten minutes," he jokes light-heartedly.

"Mase..." I say, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Baby, what's wrong? What's happening? Talk to me," he says, concern evident in his voice.

"Someone's outside, they... they were at the window... tapping it. And... And then they... they started trying to open the door. I can hear them shouting through the letterbox and hitting the door. Mase, I don't know what to do," I say, tears streaking down my face.

"Shit... I'm turning around right now, I'll be back as quick as I can, lock yourself in the bathroom or something, just in case they get in. Stay on the phone," I nod, trying to steady my breathing. On my way to the bathroom across the hall, I can hear the abusive muffled shouts. I pray to God that Mason can't hear what is being said through the phone.

I hear Mason's car pull up in the driveway and his car door slam shut. I unlock the bathroom door and race downstairs where I can see him attempting to confront my perpetrator before he runs away. I open the door, tears of terror still staining my cheeks. Mason sees me and runs over, pulling me into a hug

"Hey, hey it's okay, they're gone, I'm here now. I've got you," he comforts, taking me back into the house and sitting me down to calm me down.

"I didn't think they were being serious..." I say under my breath.

"Baby, what are you on about?" I try my best to play it off as nothing, but Mason won't listen.

"It was just a few messages, it doesn't matter,"

"Show me them," I reluctantly pass him my unlocked phone and he scrolls through my message requests.

"Why didn't you tell me..." he says with a frown, clearly upset that I had not confided in him.

"I thought that if you saw them, you'd start to believe what everyone was saying,"

"Oh, baby..." he whispers, pulling me into his chest, "Nothing anyone says will ever change how I feel about you. Go and get yourself a bag packed and you can come to training with me,"

"It has recently come to light the amount of hate, abuse and downright threats have been hurled at my girlfriend, Y/N. And to tell you the truth, I'm disgusted. So, I've come to Instagram to address it.

I was unaware of how much abuse had been projected onto her until earlier today when I read some of the messages she has been receiving on both Instagram and Twitter. Most accounts claimed to be Chelsea fans, but as I'm sure all of my teammates would agree, to verbally abuse one of our partners, someone that I LOVE, does not qualify you as a Chelsea fan.

I had obviously seen all of the news articles, those I could look past, but the threats became very real today. I am sure that those of you who messaged threats like "We know where you live, break up with him," were all just empty words. But today, I had to drive back to Y/N's house after leaving for training after receiving a phone call from her, telling me that someone was tormenting her in her own home. If this happens again, it WILL become a matter that will need to be treated more seriously.

Finally, I would like to say that no online abuse of anyone should be tolerated. People in the public eye have feelings too, they are human too. It is never okay to attack someone for loving who they love. I know that this message will not stomp out all of the abuse, but I hope that the majority of you are mature enough to take what I have said into account and will consider what you say before you send it.

M19" I read aloud to myself when I see that Mason has posted. I feel a pair of arms snake their way around my waist, pulling me closer into his body. Mason.

"Thank you for protecting me today,"

"I'll always protect you,"

Sorry I'm taking ages to write requests, I have been so busy with coursework and homework as of late. That, and posting about 30 things about the match today. So, sorry for the spam, but I hope you enjoyed this request! <33

[frogtanii]

hi! i absolutely loved the most recent chapter and it gave me an idea and inspired me to write this, i hope that's okay! after how you described atsumu's feelings about osamu drifting away it made me think that it's probably been affecting him for a while and i feel like he probably went to y/n at some point about it, so here's a little hurt/comfort drabble about that!

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tonight, it had been the icy glance osamu sent his way as he prepped dinner on the kitchen island. his twin's stone grey eyes suspiciously following his movements as if he was analyzing and criticizing each and every little motion.

"'samu," atsumu acknowledged his brother trying to ease some of the tension, yet completely ignored the woman latched onto his side. osamu flicked his eyes back to his work, letting out a breathy scoff as he did so. atsumu knew his brother always hated people crowding him in the kitchen when he was trying to cook. so how was it that his own brother seemed to annoy him more than meiko's clingy grasp?

the action plunged a knife deep into his heart, and atsumu found himself frozen, staring at his brother. was it just him, or was the oxygen in the kitchen suddenly running low?

"'m just grabbing a drink, then i'll be outta yer way," he explained, not in the mood to deal with the pair.

but meiko had other plans. stroking her outgrown acrylics up and down osamu's biceps, meiko lifted herself on to her toes, pressing her rouge lips to osamu's ear. locking her malice striken eyes with atsumu's, she whispered into osamu's ear. it was quiet, but atsumu caught a few words. something about you, atsumu, and sexual favors; the same insult always. but what really twisted the knife already stuck in his heart was the way osamu laughed. he laughed. as if his own brother's emotions were something to be taken as a cheap joke.

so when osamu leaned down to whisper a response into meiko's ear with that same malicious gaze, atsumu decided he didn't want to stay and hear what his brother had to say. so he found himself storming out of the kitchen, drink forgotten. meiko and osamu's snickers fading as his feet instinctively carried him to your room.

however, he faultered upon reaching your closed door. would it really be the best idea idea bother you about this? He knows exactly what you'd say, something along the lines of "you could never bother me" or "i'm here for you no matter what."

but part of him couldn't help feeling guilty. here he was about to dump his problems onto your already heavy shoulders. yet his body started moving on its own and he couldn't stop himself; he wanted – no, needed – your comfort. so with three light raps on your door, he called out to you, "angel, it's me, can i come in?"

your voice sounded a muffled confirmation from the other side. wrapping a shaky hand around the doorknob, atsumu entered your dim room. you were nuzzled into your duvet, turned on your side to face the door as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone.

he must have looked pretty pitiful, because as soon as your eyes landed on his hunched form you shot out of bed, fully alert. you were in front of him in no time, bed sheets tossed carelessly to the floor in your haste.

"'tsumu, what happened? what's wrong?" your voice was so soft, so gentle, and your touch even more so. warmth spread across his cheeks as you cupped his face with both hands, your thumb skimming his cheek to clean the trail of tears. had he really been crying? he hadn't noticed.

when he didn't answer, you spoke again. "was it osamu again?" he nodded, god you really did know him so well. it wasn't the first time atsumu had confided in you about his broken relationship with his brother. but still, you just knew, just like how you knew exactly what he needed in this moment.

if you were angry – which you 100% were – you didn't let it show, more concerned with the boy in front of you. one of your hands traveled to the back of atsumu's neck to pull his head down to your shoulder while the other soothingly ran through his hair. "i'm so sorry 'tsumu. i've got you, you're okay." your voice was just above a whisper.

and that was all it took for atsumu to completely unravel. his arms wrapped themselves around your waist to pull you closer into him as he buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck. his tears had surely soaked through the fabric of your shirt by now, but you showed no indication of caring about that. instead, your fingers continued their ministrations in his hair, all the while you whispered sweet affirmations in his ear.

he relished in your warmth. god, was he glad he came to you. you, who had the weight of eleven peoples' hatred bearing down on your psyche. yet here you are, opening your arms to hold him as he sobbed, selfless as always. and in that moment he only hoped he could make you feel as safe in his arms as he did in your's right then.

"thank you," he mumbled into your neck suddenly. atsumu wanted to say so much more than that, but he couldn't find the words. so instead, his fists clenched the back of your shirt and pulled you closer to him, hoping his actions would portray more than his words could.

"of course," you whispered back. somehow, he knew you understood.

-

this turned out to be longer than i thought, sorry! it's a little rushed and not that great but i hope you like it!

— noah (anon)

(i might more in the future so i'll go by this name if that's okay)

WHAT IS W YALL DOWNPLAYING UR TALENTS CS THIS???? THIS????? IS INCREDIBLE BESTIE I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS and you bYE <3333 i would love it if u sent more of ur writing in!!!! l o v e l y

[whorehausen]

because of the recent taunting, 6. “sweetheart”, ethan page/eddie kingston

Eddie and Ethan make me so soft! I need them to either have a full-scale feud and fuel me or be besties again because I can't cope with this snarkiness with no context. Ethan didn't start an entire ass highspots show to keep Eddie in wrestling only to get mad at him when he did that and did everything Ethan told him he was going to do. I just don't believe your honour. cw: some very mild mentions of self-confidence issues/ body issues.

“Oi! Ethan!” Eddie calls but Ethan ignores him. He isn’t in the mood to explain himself to him right now. Not in the middle of a dynamite taping either. They are at work for god sake. Keeps walking but he should know better than he to think Eddie would just drop it. “Eh! Sweetheart, hold up!” he calls and the pet name makes his blood boil. “Don’t fucking ‘sweetheart’ me Eddie!” Ethan growls back at him turning around to hiss at him. “I’m not your sweetheart,” he tells him pointing at his chest, directly between all his chains and rosaries.

“Then don’t ignore me when I’m calling on you. I know you heard me” he huffs at him. “What’s going on with you lately?” he asks him and Ethan just shakes his head at him.

“I don’t know what you're talking about” he lies easily and tries to turn away from him but Eddie catches his wrist too tightly in his hand to let him go anywhere.

“Hey! Papi! Come on. All these years and you can’t tell me you’re pissed off at me unless it’s over Twitter or on TV? C’mon now. Stop playing with me. What I do to piss you off so bad?” Eddie tries to joke with him but it only makes Ethan angrier.

“Fucking let go of me, Eddie. I’m not playing with you. I’m just done with you – there’s a difference” he growls. “Go find one of your goddamn twinks to annoy if your bored”

“That what all this is about? I’m not paying you enough attention, pretty?” And god that smug smile of Eddie’s drives him wild and makes him want to punch him at the same time. “Ain’t my fault you’ve been so busy lately. Shit. You’ve barely had time for me since you got here. I thought Sky and all them boys were keeping you busy and taken care of. All your fancy’s and expensive things. Been walking around here like you were too good for me all of a sudden. I start playing with some other people and you're going to get jealous on me E? We’re too grown for that babe” Eddie tells him and despite the smirk on his face Ethan knows there’s something truth and some pain in those words.

“I never said I was too good for you” Ethan huffs at him. “That’s your own bullshit, told you a long time ago don’t put that on me” but he doesn’t quite meet his eye.

“Yeah but you also used to tell me when something was bothering you and not avoid me for weeks so you got my attention the old-fashioned way. So what’s going on?” Eddie asks him boxing him in against the wall making it impossible for Ethan to get away from him. Eddie’s cologne and the smell of cigarettes hit him and making his heart pick up a little bit too quickly.

“I didn’t think you’d take him up on it” He mutters looking down between them both, not meeting his eye as shame washes over him.

“Who? Take who up on what?” Eddie asks him and of course, Eddie doesn’t care when it’s been eating him up inside for weeks.

“Garcia,” he says and tries to look away from him but Eddie scoffs out a laugh.

“It was you. You told him how to get my attention” Eddie shakes his head.

“Course it was me, think he came up with all that on his own? Doesn’t have the brain cells” Ethan snaps.

“So if you told him how to make me want to fuck him and you haven’t been coming around to me – why you so worked up about it?” Eddie asks him and he hates when he has to spell things out for Eddie. Hates that he’s jealous of a 23-year-old kid more.

“He’s so fucking young. And Pretty. And Small” and he hates how the spits the word small out but Ethan's struggles with his body issues haven’t exactly been a secret. Lost count how many times he and Eddie have spent car rides across state lines talking about their struggles. “and it’s not even just him. It’s Takeshita too and every other goddamn kid running around here wanting a piece of you, suddenly noticing you because you're hot shit. I was there before all of that” he huffs.

“You don’t think I know that?” Eddie asks him softly bringing his hands down onto his waist. “Only reason I finally gave in and fucked Danny is because he was pushing all the right buttons – buttons you told him how to push sweetheart – he’s not my usual type” He points out. “We were never exclusive but we both know when I had you I wasn’t messing around with anyone else. It’s you who left to go seek out other people, not me. So don’t act like you suddenly aren’t enough for me when it was the other way around” he shakes his head at him that same hurt look flashing across his face.

“I didn’t stop coming around because you weren’t good enough. Stopped coming around because I didn’t want everyone thinking I only got signed here because I was fucking you” Ethan whimpers out finally looking back up at him. “Then you were fucking all those younger guys and I just figured you didn’t want me around anymore. I’d aged out or wasn’t the right type anymore or whatever” he mumbles. Sounds stupid when he says it out loud to him and isn’t letting it buzz around in his head for hours on end.

“Sweetheart” Eddie sighs cupping his face between both his hands softly. “You know you’ve always drove me wild right? Didn’t matter what size you were, we’ve always had something. But you are in the literal best shape of your damn life. Of course, I’m still attracted to you, of course, I still want you. Why’d you think I’m always doing stupid shit trying to make you laugh? Why I was sad when you stopped doing the vlog cause I didn’t have an excuse to come annoy you anymore. I’ve missed you, babe” Eddie tells him gently.

Ethan feels like an idiot. They’ve both been avoiding each other thinking they didn’t want each other for no god damn reason.

“You got anything else to do around here?” Ethan asks him and Eddie shakes his head. “Good. Go get your shit. We’re going back to the hotel” Ethan smirks at him and Eddie nods.

“Yeah, just one more thing,” he tells him and before he can ask Eddies leaning in and kissing him in that way that makes Ethan’s knees weak.

[sukifans]

aahhh I’m so excited I love your writing!!! your sokka “help me” fic is one of my favs ever I seriously think about it at least twice a week. in a similar vein, would you be able to combine prompts 10 & 12 for sokka x fem!reader? thank you!!! :)

SOKKA + “can i try that new chapstick? i wanna have a taste” + “i hadn’t noticed but my sweet, funny, goofy best friend is kind of hot, especially since they’ve been on this fitness kick”

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

“nastiest skank bitches” Group Message

loml: ladies, i need a girls night

loml: desperately

babygorl: god i’m down, this semester blows

fugly slut <3: i’m in!! always here for a girls night 🥰

loml: y/n??

you: gals. pals. as much as i would love to...

fugly slut <3: ughhhhhhhhh

babygorl: you better not be blowing us off for sokka again istg

you: 😅

loml: TRAITOR BITCH

fugly slut <3: HOES BEFORE BROS

babygorl: WHORE

you: bruh.mp3

you: he’s coming by after the gym to help me with my physics homework!!! I NEED THE HELP PLS I PROMISE ILL BE THERE NEXT TIME

babygorl: lying is a sin y/n

babygorl: sinner

loml: if sokka’s gonna b there maybe she’ll be sinning in........ other ways...... ahaha

loml: fuckboy_emoji.jpg

fugly slut <3: when you gonna tap that fr

you: NEVER LITERALLY NO EW

you: HE’S MY BEST FRIEND

you: UNLIKE YOU RATS

fugly slut <3: he do b kinda yummy tho liiiike 👀

you: STOP

loml: yeah he’s hot sorry queen

you: HE’S NOT HOT

babygorl: i almost hate to admit it but...

babygorl: his biceps 🥴

fugly slut <3 emphasized “his biceps 🥴”

loml loved “his biceps 🥴”

you: hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!

fugly slut <3 disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

babygorl disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

loml disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”

babygorl: uh huh yeah sure

loml: yall hear sumn?

NEW MESSAGE from sokka :^)

“hey i’m omw up!”

you: whatever you guys suck

you: i gtg

fugly slut <3: AND YOU SWALLOW

babygorl: bye girly!! get that bestie dick!!

loml: save a car, ride an engineering major >:)

you: desgostang.jpg

You dropped your phone onto the bed next to you with a groan. Your friends really and truly could be such freaks about your relationship with Sokka—or lack thereof. They’d been especially adament ever since he started some stupid bet with Zuko about who could get the most “gains” by graduation, incited by Aang making the mistake of commenting on Zuko’s more pronounced muscle mass.

Idiots.

That’s what Sokka was. Your idiotic best friend, who was funny, and sweet, and intelligent. You loved him, of course, but not like that. And he was not hot.

Definitely not.

The pounding on your dorm door interrupted your musings before Sokka let himself in, dropping his gym bag on the floor and kicking off his slides. His hair was loose and still damp from his post-workout shower and he wore slim joggers with a loose muscle tee.

“Hey!” He smiled brightly when he spotted you sitting in your bed. “What’s up?”

“The usual.” You moved your legs out of the way so he could flop down onto your mattress. “How was the gym?”

Sokka groaned. “Cardio. I’m already sore.” He stretched his arms up to fold behind his head, pulling his muscles taut.

Hm. He does kind of have nice biceps...

You shook yourself internally. Thoughts like these had been creeping out of your subconscious for weeks now, no thanks to your rabid friends.

“My leg’s been killing me, though,” he continued, rubbing his opposite foot across the skin that covered that metal pins and plates holding his bones together after a nasty break in high school. The leg often still gave him problems, ranging from the dull ache he could ignore on the day-to-day, to throbbing pain that left him limping.

You frowned, looking away from his arms to meet his eyes. “You should probably rest up before you hurt yourself,” you said.

“I’ll be fine.” He shrugged and propped himself up on his elbows. “Gotta catch up to Zuko, y’know.”

“Why? You’re already taller than him.”

“So? I wanna be more yolked, too.”

You rolled your eyes. “Buncha dumbasses.”

Sokka quirked an eyebrow. “You want this dumbass to help with your physics homework or not?”

“Haha,” you chuckled nervously, “just kidding, buddy! I meant Zuko and Aang. You—definitely not a dumbass. Nope.”

“That’s what I thought.” He shot you a smug look as he pushed up to sit cross-legged across from you on the bed. He held his hand out with a dramatic, world-weary sigh. “Alright, give it here.”

You opened your laptop to pull up the website that hosted your homework practice problems. “You know I love you, right?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, grabbing a notebook and pen from your desk to work out the math as you handed over the computer. He paused before standing to retrieve his bag, plopping it on your desk chair so he could root through it and pull out his glasses case. You felt your cheeks warm a little when he set the frames on the bridge of his nose.

Fine—he was kinda cute. You could concede that without having to dig too deep into your somewhat jumbled feelings for your best friend.

But you would certainly not “tap that.”

Well...

No. You would not.

You watched his eyes flick over the screen as he tapped the pen against his chin, catching the cap between his teeth while he thought about the formulas he’d learned in a past semester. He nodded to himself and started scribbling out a diagram and the math to go with it. You found yourself a little mesmerized by the way he simply just knew what to do, confidently scratching away at the paper as easily as one might write the alphabet. Your eyes trailed from his long fingers and calloused hand sweeping over the page, up his toned arm (lingering on his bicep a little longer), and to his face. He chewed at the inside of his cheek in concentration, sometimes parting his lips to murmur the logic to himself.

For someone who often said a lot of stupid shit, he sure had a pretty mouth.

You considered what he might do if you snatched a fistful of his shirt and yanked him into a kiss. Would he shove you away and leave? Awkwardly but kindly reject you? Or, would he kiss you back—throw the work out of the way and grab your face to coax you in deeper? Maybe push you back onto the bed and—

“Okay, so basically—”

Jesus Christ, get a fucking grip.

“—from the problem and draw it out like this to apply the formula, yeah?”

Sokka looked to you expectantly and you blinked at him as your face burned. “Sorry, I zoned out. What did you say?”

“C’mon, I know you hate physics but you gotta at least pay attention to me if you wanna pass,” he teased, shifting close enough that the sides of your bodies pressed together. Was it getting warmer in your room, or was it just your best friend?

He launched into the explanation again and you nodded along while internally willing the blood to leave your cheeks. Even as your thoughts ricocheted around inside your skull he managed to break it down in a way that somewhat made sense. He sat back and watched as you slowly worked through the next problem. You glanced up when you heard a soft pop to see him applying chapstick.

“Is that a new flavor?” you asked.

“Yeah, chocolate orange or something.” He held the tube out to you. “Wanna try?”

Fuck it.

Before your rationality could catch up you pressed a hand to his cheek to turn his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips only slotted together for a brief moment before you pulled back to stare wide-eyed at each other. You could feel the fire creeping from your cheeks down your neck, mirrored in the reddening of his tanned skin.

He blinked. You blinked.

The chapstick slipped from between his fingers. Rationality arrived late.

You bolted.

“Uh, see ya later!” you shouted as you threw the door open and rushed out of the room.

“Wait, (Y/N)—“

You didn’t stick around to hear the end of his desperate call. Even thought it was your dorm and you were barefoot you still raced down the hall, wincing at the sound of a door slamming behind you.

“(Y/N)!”

Damn that lanky bastard. You were booking it and he was already hot on your heels. You barreled into the door leading to the stairwell and almost made it down the first step when he grabbed you around the waist and yanked you back. Despite your struggles, the arm hooked across your middle was unyielding until he pushed you into the corner and crowded you against the wall, hands caging you in from either side. Your heart was racing and you weren’t sure if it was because of your escape attempt or that he was close enough you could smell his body wash and deodorant. It was almost enough to make your head spin.

“Sokka, I-I don’t know why—I’m sorry, please, I shouldn’t’ve—“

“(Y/N),” he said firmly and your mouth snapped shut. “Why did you run away?”

“Uh, I—well, um...” You shrunk down against the wall and swallowed hard. “I-I don’t know.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”

“Look—“ You paused and stared at him once you processed what he said. “What?”

He laughed, dropping one of his hands to brush against your cheek before threading into your hair to cup the base of your skull. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

With that he surged forwards and kissed you enthusiastically, making you gasp into his mouth. You balled your hands into the front of his shirt to keep yourself steady as you melted into him. His free hand pressed into your lower back to bring you in closer. His tongue slipped out to tease at your bottom lip and he chuckled when you had to quickly grab his shoulders as your knees almost buckled.

“Get that,” he murmured against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours as the two of you gasped for air.

“Oh,” you breathed, “that.” You hummed happily when he kissed you again, his stubble scratching against your chin and under your palms when you cupped his face.

You both looked up when a stairwell door somewhere above you slammed open, followed by a group of jostling male voices. Sokka grinned when you glanced at him with wide eyes and shiny, swollen lips. You tried to hide behind him as the clamor bounded closer and closer. The group of guys rounded the next flight and gave shouts of recognition upon seeing you two standing against the wall.

“Sokka!”

“Hey, man!”

“Hey, guys,” Sokka said, holding his hand up in greeting.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, is that (Y/N)?”

“Nice, dude!”

“Ah, yeah...” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and you raised an eyebrow at his turned head. They all cheered and congratulated him, slapping his back as they passed and disappeared down the next set of stairs. When Sokka met your eyes again you cocked your head.

“Who were they?” you asked.

“Honestly, I’m not sure.”

“Sokka.”

“My reputation precedes me, what can I say?”

“Mine doesn’t.”

“Well—“ he suddenly became very interested in the underside of the stairs above you “—my reputation may or may not involve talking about you. A lot, apparently.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t do it on purpose!” he interjected quickly, taking your hands in his. “It’s just—I dunno, I guess I think about you a lot, so...”

“Oh.”

“Fuck, okay, that sounded weird.” You laughed a little at his embarrassed floundering. “I just mean, like, things that remind me of you or, y’know, stories that involve you...” he trailed off, flushing at your amused smile. “Stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“Making fun of me!”

“I didn’t say anything,” you giggled, hooking your arms around his neck.

“You’re still laughing at me,” he whined, lips turning into a frown. His hands slipped back down to your waist.

“You’re cute.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Without preamble, he ducked down and hoisted you over his shoulder as you shrieked in protest. “Sokka! Put me down!”

“No can do, baby; we have unfinished business to attend to.” He said as he marched you back in the direction of your room.

“You’re gonna finish my physics homework?”

“Nope.”

Oh.

A/N: 2k words bc, again, i have no self control. thank you for the request!

ATLA TAGS: @hotgirlazula @octophopi @blazedbakugou @protect-remus @akiris @sunflowerazula @wooscottoncandyhair @chewymoustachio @ohno-caroline @sunflowerr-mami @1vitamin @ladylizzieofdarbyshire @u-4iia @nymeria-targaryen @tommy-braccoli @dizzy-miss-lizzieeeeee @a-sloppy-bitch @nomin-rights @siriuslyslyslytherin @starryncn

SOKKA TAGS: @fiantomartell @avatarayeaye @zvkta @sher-lockedmarvel @grandmascottlang @captainshazamerica @yuesallura

[literate-simp]

BEING BESTIES W/ SOME JJK CHARACTERS; Yuuji, Megumi, Nobara, Gojou and Sukuna.

Notes: Look. I know we all simp terribly for our husbandos/waifus but I just wanted to write a simple hc about what it's like to be their besties

Warning(s): slight cursing. I indulged too much on Sukuna.

Includes: gn! reader, fluff, chaotic energy, mentions of romance (just light)

Itadori Yuji

He's friends with everyone, says hi to strangers and probably would be besties with every old lady he meets so it wasn't hard to be friends with him.

But the second he becomes besties with you, shit's gonna get borderline chaotic.

3AM and y'all can't sleep? McDonald's parking lot with an abandoned shopping car would sound damned fine. You both remember the moment as 'Chicken Nuggies and the Wind' since he t-posed on the moving cart whilst eating nuggies (you both almost scratched a Ferari).

If you weren't a jujutsu sorcerer in training, he'd still try to sneak you in his room to watch some movies. You with the snacks, leaving Yuji in charge of the movie picking (you can't decide to save your life)

Cuddles! Nothing wrong with besties cuddling. He's extremely respectful to your s/o (if you have one) and are probably good friends with them too!

Though the second you come to him crying, they were already being patched up in the hospital. Won't hit a woman, against his morals, but he will make sure she never speaks to you again.

Understanding, chaotic besties! An arm around your shoulder when someone's obviously making you uncomfortable, he's the one barking when he sees someone slip something into your drink.

The friend to help you find your way out of a frat house. Makes sure you're getting touched with your consent and sober. All you need to do is give him a sign that you're alright and he'll give you a thumbs up before leaving.

Definitely the friend you'd open up to (about anything) and not be treated differently after so.

You told him about your problems a few minutes prior. It was quiet, a bit too quiet. And you were worried he might leave you for it.

"Ey, Y/N. Wanna go to McDonald's again? I think they have that burger you like," He blurts, catching you off guard. You raise your eyebrows before smiling gratefully.

"Sounds great, Itadori."

You guys talk about women with butts all the time. Not out of thirst or anything, it would just be a random thought that comes up and one of you would contribute to the other. You once mentioned something about Jennifer Lawrence and he would not stop talkinf about her. It was hilarious how much he was drooling.

You wear his hoodies and he's fine with it. Thinks you look good in them. Sukuna teases you both about your relationship and Yuji slaps his mouth shut before he says anything more.

"You look great in them, Y/N," Itadori grins, rummaging through his closet to find more hoodies.

"Thank you. They're pretty comfy," You mention the fabric and the fluffiness. He listens to you intently before Sukuna pops out from his cheek.

"Ehhh? This is the one you think about everyday--," Itadori has never slapped his cheek so hard before in his life.

Megumi Fushiguro

Honestly, pretty chill dude.

He has a small group of people he trusts, and a smaller one to which he considers to be his good friends.

So to be his best friend, you must've gained a huge amount of respect from him; saved him, maybe even overheard something you shouldn't have and kept quiet about it on your own accord.

You would have a 'you aren't comfortable with it, so I'm not forcing anything' vibe to which he would be relieved to know. Though even so, you are the more hyper one in the platonic relationship.

Outings would consist of trips to libraries or quiet nights on the couch with your legs entangled together with lo-fi music playing in the background.

Not much talking, Megumi likes to keep to himself and you have no problem with the comfortable silence you both bring together.

Though sometimes it gets too quiet so you annoy the hell out of him to get his attention; cheek poking, soft arm punches, slight pushing.

Megumi ignores this, finding your actions a bit cute. If it gets too annoying, he will get up and leave, having you trail behind him, whining like a child wanting candy.

Yuji would join in. Definitely. Nobara too if she was bored enough.

"Megumi~ I want your attention~," You whine, running after the raven-haired man.

"Yeah! Yeah! Pay attention to Y/N!" Yuji supports you. You clap your hands together, only to be hit with a shoe by Megumi.

He would never do anything outside of your comfort zone. If you had an s/o, they both would be neutral with each other.

If you were to get hurt from said s/o, they would leave your house with a bloody knuckle. He wouldn't hit a girl, but he definitely will destroy whatever life she has outside of your relationship with her.

Parties are a no-go for him, unless his friends force him to. He's the designated driver with three other drunk children (Hint; Yuuji, Nobara and you). He wouldn't carry anyone else but you back to your room.

"Jeez, Y/N. You should know how to handle your alcohol," Megumi sighs, laying you on top of your bed gently and pulling the covers up.

"Nngh. Didn't know it was alcohol," You groaned. He smiles, patting your cheek before getting up to leave.

"I'll get you some painkillers in the morning, alright?"

You can wear his sweatshirts if you annoy him about it (he secretly likes how comfortable you are around him). He thinks you look charming in them, Yuji never shuts up about your friendship. It's the few times he's seen Megumi genuinely smile.

Nobara Kugisaki

Radiates bad bitch energy.

It isn't easy in the first stages since she has standards with friends but the second you both find something similar about each other, it's an immediate ride-or-die friendship.

You would need a major backbone, 'I'm too hot for this bs' kinda vibe (it's canon that the reader is a bad bitch, periodt). You would have arguments with her but it's pretty basic stuff like the perfect colour for nailpolish or whether Maki deserves the Earth or the universe (you both agree it's the universe).

Outings consists of shopping malls and popular cafes. You take selfies everytime you see something relatively new.

Talk about anything under the sun -- newest trends, new food to try out, Maki -- but her favourites are hearing you talk about your day. If you weren't a jujutsu sorcerer, she'd visit your apartment, give you a hug and sit on the couch to listen to you blabber away about something that isn't related to curses or death. She needs time to rewind and you never mention how vulnerable she looks when she's tired.

"Uh-huh and what happens next?" Nobara asked, carressing your hair as you lay on her lap.

"He wouldn't stop following us! It was so creepy! No means no right? Like why would you waste your energy following a group of friends who aren't interested?" You ranted on. Nobara simply nods in agreement, smiling at your annoyed face.

She doesn't mind your s/o, probably would just say hi before leaving you two alone. She doesn't have a problem about her friends having a relationship, she does, however, gets pissed that she isn't in one.

If you come to her crying about them, she would slither in some 'fuckin told you they were gonna do it' or 'I told you so'. Though it makes you upset, you know she's gonna trash their house the second you leave the room.

Your (now) ex would suddenly be cancelled beyond belief, you wouldn't know what happened to them.

Despite the bad bitch personality, you are the more patient one.

Parties is a yes. She comes in as a self-confident woman and will leave self-confident and drunk. She's the life of the party and pulls you into conversations to keep you company. Even if you don't contribute much to the conversation, she makes sure you aren't out of her sight. She's not the type to bring a friend to a party and leave them the second after. She cares about you even if her way of showing was a bit too pushy.

You share clothes with her and she'll give you comments about it.

"The shirt doesn't fit. No, no. The other one. Yeah, that one."

"Who cares if people say you aren't supposed to wear skirts? Your ass rocks better in those than mine. Just take them."

Personally likes dressing you up, doesn't like dressing you up for dates though. Still doesn't know why.

Gojou Satoru

God, the willpower you have to even tolerate this man is immense.

It's not hard to be his friend, all you have to do is do something that amuses him and he'll keep teasing you about it.

In this platonic relationship, you're the more calm one. People call you to take care of Gojou constantly, and you're the only one he allows to scold him.

He goes for missions half the time so it's rare to see you both go for outings. The most you've been together outside of Jujustu Tech and work hours was in a bar with Nanami (you both bond over the fact that Gojou is terrible to work with). He got too drunk and started slurring his words.

"Y/N~ stohp flirting with Nanamin and talk to meee," He whines, pinching your cheeks as you sigh.

"We are simply talking about your bad work habits, Satoru," Nanami answers whilst shaking his head, downing another drink before he gets up to leave. "I'll take him home, rest well Y/N."

"Noooo, I want Y/N!"

A needy best friend. Constantly asks for attention. If you ignored him, he would only make the situation slightly more annoying -- similar to Megumi's Y/N, the basic cheek poking and whining.

Your s/o would probably hate him, he's a bit too flirty and likes to hug you in public. People mistake you both for a couple rather than the s/o at hand. Don't be surprised if it's the main reason your relationships don't end well.

If you come to him upset because of them, he wouldn't waste a second to zoom to your shared apartment and 'deal' with the person. Would come back with a smile and some takoyaki. No blood on him since he used his infinity.

Parties are alright with him. He's the cool flirty dude everyone seems to fawn over. Would accompany you for half an hour, only to leave with another chick to a nearby bedroom. You never end up partying with him after opening the God forsaken door and he's never stopped trying to make it up to you.

Other than the traumatic event, he'd a bit of a douche but still tries to look for you in the crowd. He waves once he sees you and flashes a reassuring smile before continuing his talk with the others.

You don't share clothes with him simply because it's Gojou. Who knows when the last time he washed his clothes.

Though he's willing to share. You're just more reluctant, really. Finds it cute when his shirts are slightly bigger than you. If you're built bigger than he is, he would like how tight it looks on your body.

"Starting to think you look better in my clothes than I am. And that's a pretty good compliment." He grins.

Hates the fact you never take his compliments seriously. Says it from the bottom of his heart, he really thinks you're charming.

Ryomen Sukuna

God, was it hard trying to befriend this curse of a man. An asshole, he stuck his feet out to trip you over multiple times before cackling like a damned demon (which he is).

Though you're always genuine with him. You liked having conversations with him and listen to him boast about himself for hours. Guess that's when he saw you as a close acquaintance.

Would never tell you you're his best friend. Never. Not once. Him simply acknowledging you was enough for everyone to know he favored one person.

Being friends with Sukuna meant being friends Yuji. Itadori always apologizes on his behalf and you would always laugh, telling him it's alright. Sukuna gets annoyed by this though.

"Stupid human. Who do you think you are being all mush with this useless vessel of mine?" He sneered the second he could pop out. You shrugged, taking some popcorn to feed him.

"He's a pretty good guy. You should cut him some slack," You answered, stuffing some popcorn to your face as well

Will constantly threaten to kill you but you never paid heed. You know you're his only friend. You don't agree with his actions but you find the curse interesting.

Literally the only person who's allowed to tease him. You get away with things most curses would get killed from. You once hand him super hot sauce for his pancakes and he glared at you for the remainder of his time being conscious in Yuji's body. You found the plate broken with a fork stabbed through it.

You aren't allowed to go on outings with Sukuna (obviously) so you both spend your time within Yuji's room. Not allowed to go out since everyone'll freak out seeing Yuji with tattoos resembling the King of Curses.

"Humans are so boring," Sukuna groaned, his head on the bedstand. "All they do is just sit around doing nothing but scroll through their stupid boxes." You smiled at him.

"Not my fault you commit mass genocide for fun. I'd say we're pretty passive."

He would literally never care about your love life. Still has the old man mentality that romance meant sex and that was about it. If they were to meet, the curse would just roll his eyes and turn the other way.

Getting hurt by your s/o results to hurtful teasing and bloodshed. No in-between, no nothing. He wouldn't know how to comfort you properly so he'd send Yuji in his place. Would sit at the back of Yuji's mind getting pissed that he was hugging and rubbing your back gently as if he couldn't have done it himself (literally sent Yuji only to judge him).

Not allowed to go out so parties is also a no-go BUT since this is just a headcanon, let's imagine it's college AU.

College AU Sukuna would love parties -- he throws them, orders his friends to invite hot girls and frat guys. And invites you himself. No one would know you were friends since he never mentions it but will literally choke anyone who looks at you like you're a piece of candy.

Gets way too drunk and probably have railed 3 people to cloud 9 in a matter of 2 hours but still go out just to check up on you. He doesn't necessarily care but he hates having the sick feeling that you were in possible danger somewhere he wouldn't be able to see you.

Stare at you for a good 3 seconds before leaving you alone. You'd never know he was there.

Clothes! His clothes are Yuji's and he barely even keeps his shirts in tact. Does he care whether you wear it or not? No.

Is he pissed? Slightly.

This took me two days, I'm not sure if it sounds canon anymore. Anyways, thank you for reading!

♡︎ literate-simp

[kyanmapng]

han seojun sleepover headcanons.

listen to what to do (feat mark) by henry. 

˗ˋˏ author’s note ˎˊ˗

come and get your seojun love and appreciation. this one is for @seojunly who asked for sleepover hcs! 🤗 imagine sleepovers with the one and only han seojun who happens to be your childhood bestie. i focused more on 20s ver seojun but there are also flashbacks to childhood and high school days. it ended up being a hybrid of both scenario and headcanon. enjoy!

sleepovers are actually almost a weekly occurrence. most of the times it’s not really planned. you hang out with each other and suddenly it’s too late to leave and you are forced to crash. (also seojun just flat out refuses to let you leave after a certain hour, he would try to make you stay or he will walk you all the way to your apartment, there is no in-between)

even if it’s something that happens this often, don’t think for one minute that seojun is not losing his mind over it. you are best friends, right? it’s normal right? but when you fall asleep on him while watching netflix? when you cuddle closer and hug him? his soul leaves his body and he never had to urge himself to keep his self-control more. 

when you were younger you used to have sleepovers all the time as well, but when it was at his house his little sister was in the picture and it was more like a hangout than anything. and gowoon liked you as her sister and wanted to spend time with you so he was often third-wheeling and sulking in the corner. 

it doesn’t help that you are so unaware of his struggles. you unknowingly make his brain turn off every time you lean over him for something or put your hand on his thigh to support yourself. whenever your hands meet in the bowl with popcorn you turn to him and smile, sometimes he annoys you and holds your hand but you think nothing of it because he loves to tease you - but he is spazzing out about holding your hand. 

if you order pizza he always leaves the bigger pieces to you and even has less and gives you the last one, because he loves seeing you enjoy your food. 

he can actually make a lot of dishes and flexes that anytime you come over because you are only ever confident in instant ramen as to not set fire to your kitchen (you are just more of a baker, which he doesn’t mind because he has a sweet tooth and when it’s made by you? his heart is sold.) 

it depends on how tired you are, but sometimes you keep dishes overnight and sometimes you do them together and it does feel homely. working in sync and moving around each other with a practised sense of familiarity. you jam out together to your favorite songs but more often than not you stop singing and listen to him with a smile. when he notices he is a little bashful and pokes your forehead telling you to “not slack off”. 

when you were little, you used to be afraid of the dark and even had this small light, but even then you sometimes couldn’t fall asleep and seojun noticed that and would tuck you in really tight. (“no monsters can get you now, i will fight them off for you.”) you giggled and held out your hand to him shyly. he got so used to holding your hand while you dozed off that it was weird when he slept on his own. 

he likes to tease you about it now that you are older. asking if you need his hand to sleep comfortably, resulting in getting whacked by a pillow. 

maybe you have a toothbrush at seojun’s because you do this so often and it makes him smile every time he sees it. he makes faces at you through the mirror when you brush your teeth and hopes it will make you laugh and often you almost choke because when it doesn’t work he is not above tickling you. (he is a bully sometimes.) 

when you were in high school he would always make you sleep in his bed and take the couch instead. but now when he’s all grown up with bigger bed it’s always quite a fight. with you telling him it’s okay, you can fit. and him being like? i’m a guy, how can you be so calm with sharing a bed? 

and it’s like a lightbulb is lit and you realise. it’s not like you don’t see his visual, because how could you not? it’s more like … you try to overlook it to stop having thoughts that are not in childhood friend spectrum. things about how squishy he looks when he wakes up with his bedhead and puffy cheeks. how his voice gets deeper when he greets you in the morning. how he definitely put on some muscle when you end up leaning on him and maybe you walked in on him once or twice when he was changing his t-shirt. you try not to think about him borrowing you his clothes to sleep in, because you shouldn’t be thinking that! he is your best friend! 

it ends up with him on the couch again, regretting having morals and staying away. but maybe one day you drink a little too much because your friend was celebrating getting promoted and she makes you drink to loosen up. it goes on for longer than it should’ve and seojun being the worrywart he is ends up calling you to check up on you. when you answer all giddy and giggly he knows right away you are in no condition to walk home. he wheedles the location out of your drunk self and tells you to stay put. 

he shows up out of breath because he ran most of the time, too nervous you might try to meet him halfway and end up getting lost on the way. after he literally picks you up (walking is not an option with your level of intoxication) and piggybacks you home he is ready to tuck you in and be on his way, but… you end up holding him back. “can you hold my hand? i’m scared.” 

seojun’s heart does a flip and he gulps so loud it echoes through the apartment. “are you scared of the dark again?” he wants to tease but holds out his hand anyway and you grab it happily and you shake your head no to his question. confused he asks what is that you’re scared of then. and the answer shakes him up to his core. 

“i’m scared you might end up hating me.” you take a deep breath, looking away. “for liking you more than a friend.” after that you end up knocking out and he is just sitting there with his free hand on his face as if it could stop the blush. he let’s out a sigh, whispering “you are so unfair.” while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and lying down next to you. 

you wake up with a massive hangover, but that almost doesn’t register because you are tucked into someone’s arms and you can’t remember anything. you panic for a split second before you recognize seojun’s face few centimetres away from your own. his eyes flutter open as if he sensed you waking up. and you expect him to pull away and apologize (this did happen sometimes when you both actually fell asleep in the same bed or on the couch and usually he jumped out of the bed faster than you could say his name). this time he doesn’t move, only gives you this unnerving stare that a man who just woke up shouldn’t be able to muster. 

“do you remember anything?” you try to ignore the close contact and keep your cool, racking your brain for answers. you remember your friend pouring you drinks and remember laughing when your favorite song came on before you realized it’s your ringtone. you remember seojun’s voice and how he smelled like he came straight out of the shower, you remember almost falling off his back when you thought you saw a stray cat and tried to jump off. you remember your head hitting the pillow and… oh god, your face goes red. 

“did...did i really make you hold my hand?” seojun nods. “and… is there any hope you didn’t actually hear me say that .. thing?” seojun chuckles, enjoying his upper hand. 

“i could never hate you, you dumbass. i’m in the same boat.” that takes a while to register in your hangover state. but seojun doesn’t give you the time. he kisses your forehead and holds you closer. 

“now we don’t have to fight over sleeping in one bed anymore. i’ve always slept the best with you next to me anyway.”    

[radmerrmaid]

I. i don't want any trouble (it just chooses to follow me)

Summary: Baron Helmut Zemo asks you to be his escort and partner in crime for the week. And you can't really afford to say no.

Pairing: Helmut Zemo/Reader, past Steve Rogers/Reader

A/N: Besties, it's me, full on my Zemo bullshit. Comments, reblogs and feedbacks are very much appreciated. Message me with a cute review to be added to the taglist :-) I'll love you forever.

Warnings: Slow burn. Angst. Non-canon compliant. Pretty Woman!AU (i think?). Criminal activity. Mentions of character death (Zemo’s Family). Anti-superhero talks. Alcohol abuse. Age gap. Mentions of prostitution.

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To put it simply - having Baron Helmut Zemo back in your life could either mean a wonderful opportunity or a death sentence - the best thing that could happen, or your worst nightmare. And at that moment, it’s very hard for you to decide which one is it.

He’s different from what you remember. Back then - before Sokovia, before Steve Rogers, before the Snap - Zemo had this hint of dangerousness, melded with politeness and discretion - even a hint of malice that came out almost involuntarily in the corners of his mouth whenever he felt pleased. Right now, it seems like every drop of that infamous energy fits perfectly under his skin, almost twitching like a spark between his fingertips — pure and raw confidence from a man who knows exactly what he is capable of and that he won’t settle for a negative answer.

It’s a client, a very special one. High pay. A definitive chance of turning your life around. In your line of work, a loyal client that pays well is hard to come by, and because you’ve been away for a few years and very low on credibility and connections - and also desperately in need of money - it would be impossible to get a better chance to go back to the glory days of your career. And god, were you eager for that.

“Do you have an answer for me, dear?” he asks sweetly, for the first night tonight.

Helmut Zemo sits across from you elegantly; he effortlessly finds you into the same bar you’ve been on every night for a few months now, and today he even managed to not look so out of place. You are certain that the soft purple sweater and the black jacket are all designer clothes - but they successfully make him blend in under the dimmed lights. The bright glint of a Bulgari watch is enough to separate him from mere mortals, though.

He waits patiently for your answer with a glass of scotch, his calm demeanor evidently opposite to your agitated and anxious energy, fingers fiddling with the paper label of your beer, finding it almost impossible to relax under his sizzling and demanding stare.

“I told you to go fuck yourself and leave me alone. Isn’t that answer enough for you?” you pointed out, voice touched with boredom. Zemo’s smile widens at your rudeness, actually amused at your bad-mannered remark; you hate how it makes you feel like a disobedient child - the superiority aura an effective way of reminding you not to forget who you are talking to.

Well, if anything, he is persistent – you recognize, bitterly. You’ve been telling him to get fucked ever since he asked for the first time, but you supposed not any amount of expletives will ever answer a “yes or no” question – especially when it’s clear that you can’t afford to say no. But you definitely should say no, right? Because… Damn, where to start? There are about a million reasons why you, an unemployed private detective who also happens to be Captain America’s ex-girlfriend, shouldn’t say yes to Helmut Zemo, a terrorist convicted of killing innocent people and currently evading high-security jail God knows how.

Jesus, just thinking about it makes your head spin. Instantly, you wave briefly at your friend behind the counter to bring you something stronger – thank fuck he owns you a favor and lets you drink for free; it is becoming harder and harder to pay to forget what a mess your life is.

It’s been a couple of weeks now; no matter how many times you tell him to go fuck himself, he’s there again a few days later - between painfully bright alleys in empty supermarkets and dimly lit bars, he presents the proposal again: six days and six nights of your services to help him locate some items that were stolen from him. Oh, and he also needed you to pose as an escort while he steals them back. At the end of the heist, you get paid - more money than you’ll ever be able to spend in a lifetime.

The truth is – you want to say yes.

You wish you could blame it on the alcohol; the way your body seizes with excitement while fear, curiosity, and nervousness all simmer fervently inside your belly with the possibility of going back to work. Sure, alcohol makes you outstandingly reckless, but no amount of beer can explain you actually being interested in working with Zemo - the guy responsible for dismantling the Avengers.

Two shots of vodka appear in front of you and you down them immediately, chasing the buzz that it’s going to make this whole interaction way easier - and erase the tint of guilt that it’s already burning and consuming you slowly from the inside.

“Let me guess”, he starts, calling your attention back to him as he sips his bourbon, “you’re thinking about how wrong it is to be having a drink with me”, his tone is tinged with sarcasm. “Should I remind you that we used to work together in the past? With all of our transactions running smoothly, I may add.”

It is a bit infuriating, how calm and unbothered he is about this whole situation. In his defense, you are not as disturbed by his presence as you should be. You haven’t called the cops yet, right? But calling the cops meant having to deal with the cops yourself – and most likely, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes, so yeah, not a chance.

“Why me?” you ask back, abruptly, both dodging the mention of the past and genuinely curious. As much as you wanted to get back in the game and be obscenely paid, you also didn’t want to end up being a part of his “world domination” plan. Isn’t that what super villains do? “You single-handedly dismantled the Avengers, and there are at least a hundred professional girls you can find in this town that can be more helpful than me.”

He gives you a presumptuous smile, most definitely taking your sarcastic commentary as a compliment: “Well, as far as the world is concerned, I’m currently serving my time in the Raft. We don’t want anyone to think otherwise.” he gives you a wink, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. You drink your beer absently, and glare at him when something occurs to you: “well, I have to tell you: if this is about Steve Rogers, then I’m most definitely out.”

Zemo lets out a brief smile at that, as if he were expecting the wariness. “I assure you, I have nothing but deep respect for Captain Rogers - now that he’s retired. This is not about him.” he frowns, and intensifies his gaze, removing all the previous playfulness of his tone to add, “a professional escort won’t work. I need you.”

The way he phrases it, accompanied by the earnestness of his stare, makes you look away, a little embarrassed without knowing why. God, even sitting across from him, feels wrong – makes your skin prickle with excitement. The opportunity dances freely, unashamed in front of you, shining mischievously just like the glint of his brown eyes. You did work with him before, but it was never like this; back then, he was a polite and weirdly friendly army officer who gave you assignments, not a dangerous murderer with the potential to bring super-powered heroes to their knees.

“I understand the trepidation,” he says casually, bringing you back to the moment. “But I must tell you, we have a very specific window of advantage, and I like to use it in our favor.”

He is right. With your mind already making the connections, you realize that whoever stole from him would move fast to get rid of all of it soon, not to attract attention from the new Captain America or The Winter Soldier. News of his imprisonment hit the fan about two weeks ago; you would have to move twice as fast, shake a few dangerous trees to know if there’s good shit coming in from Europe. With a product as expensive as this, it would be difficult to convince your old sources to open their mouths, but you knew what buttons to push. Also, your rent is due next week, and you need money, fast.

You only realize how wide and pleased his smile is getting when it’s too late. The gears turning in your head are almost too noisy to ignore, and Zemo can see it right through you. No professional escort would work that fast.

God, you wish you could hate him. It would be so much easier – to just get up from this chair and tell him to go fuck himself again, but mean it this time.

“Shut up.” You warn before he can open his mouth, but you both know he doesn’t have to say anything. Fuck, he is annoying. Zemo’s presence causes a duality of raging emotions; anger, yes, but you have to admit that there’s something - an urgency that instigates that familiar and almost forgotten suggestion of something exciting. And if his offer is anything to go by, god, it is exciting, all right. Easy money and a chance to go back to the way things were before the Snap – before Steve.

You take another gulp of beer. Zemo stays patient, as if he has all the time in the world to wait for you to sort all your bullshit and collect the remains of your pride before saying yes. You sigh heavily, focusing on your rent due next week and the zeros on your bank account.

“Six days,” you announce, finally, trying to leave the anxiousness out of your voice. “You’ll have me for six days. After that, you and I are done.”

You immediately curse yourself for the double meaning, and he doesn’t say anything, but the smile he gives you before he raises his glass to you sends a menacing spark through your spine, and, you realize with horror, the quick shock of arousal you feel has little to do with your bills finally being paid.

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You met Zemo for the first time in a small café in Paris. It's uneventful, really. Not a remarkable meeting at all; except for the part where your mind decided you needed to get into his pants as soon as he sat across from you.

At this point, it's interesting to mention that it was unusual for you to met with clients face to face. Having zero contact with them meant more discretion and more focus left for you to do an exceptional job. Usually, your associate did all the negotiation, but Zemo pays a few thousand dollars extra to get the results directly from the source, so you decide to make an exception - and you instantly regret it, of course. It's not that you were scared, or didn't know how to deal with people that may be dangerous. It's just that you were… unprofessional.

He easily could be mistaken for one of your professors back at school, you think, scanning his attractive profile while he orders, smiling charmingly at the waitress. It's hard to imagine he's an Army officer, much less a dangerous man, like you associate warned. He's polite, unnervingly so, even wears a wedding ring - that you embarrassingly feel very disappointed upon noticing - looks directly into your eyes, and asks questions about every little detail about your investigation.

From the very first time you've met him, you find yourself wishing this wasn't a business meeting, more often than it's safe for a woman in your position. Between meetings in Paris cafés and slightly awkward conversations about your lives, it’s almost too easy to fantasize you’re on a date with a much older man, maybe some guy you’ve met in a book store, and actually allow yourself to have fun with him.

The truth is that you were a college dropout, now turned private detective and bounty hunter, who desperately needed to go out more, instead of following people around to take covert photographs - or maybe break-in into their apartments in exchange for money.

It's not the first time you need to track down a person instead of an object, but this time, it takes you almost twice as much time. Usually, clients aren't interested in your methods, but Zemo asks for a full debriefing of your search - and you end up feeling pleased to explain your routine to someone. The brown envelope stays on the table, separating the both of you during all the conversation, and he doesn't even look at it during your explanation - which makes you feel strangely awkward as if you are being interviewed for a job.

"Your father was right, you are a very good detective."

You don't expect the compliment or even the mention of your dad, so for just a heartbeat, your mouth twitches up, and then you're clearing your throat.

"Uh. Thank you", you feel like a little girl being praised, your shoulders nearly touching your ears while you involuntary squirm. You're surprised, too, because, usually, your associate never mentioned the fact that you were his daughter to anyone. "Hopefully this address will help you find what you're looking for."

"I'm sure it will, liebling", your eyes widen for a moment when you hear the pet name, but he's already picking up the envelope, dropping a small suitcase filled with cash - and a disposable phone - at your table. "Nice work. I'll be in touch."

He hires you six more times - but the meetings happen way more often than you'd expect. You have your share of loyal clients, people that always come to you when they need something to be found - fast and quiet. But Zemo works closely; not only does he pay for six weeks of expensive accommodations in fucking Paris, but he also texts frequently, asks for a meeting every time your search comes up with something interesting, and it's always… weird. Not in an unpleasant way, but it doesn't feel normal, mostly because you have a hard time ignoring the massive attraction you have for him.

"You are very good at this," he tells you one day during lunch, voice filled with awe; almost like he's proud of your efforts. It fills you with some sort of giddiness that you are used to it by now - you have to muster a lot of self-control not to squirm at his compliments. You managed to track down a woman that escaped jail in Sokovia within three days of her arrival in the States, and Zemo's satisfied smile makes you smile right back at him.

You know you are good at this - it's the reason why you decided to drop out of college to sell information and find valuable things and people for cash. But you aren't used to compliments; your associate tries, but you feel like he is too busy handling your clients and too enamored with the money coming in to noticed how your skills have been improving.

"Thank you" you answer shyly, not knowing exactly what to say back, so you opt for honesty "It's actually fun. I like it."

You don't know why you said that, but once it's out, you feel strange. You haven't even admitted to yourself, but yeah, you liked it, even if it's not exactly an honest job - after all, you're pretty sure a significant part of your clients are criminals, mobsters, thieves, and, at the very least, billionaires that don't want to be bothered contacting the police. An army official it's the cleanest you've ever dealt with, and you wondered if dealing with people on the wrong side of the law didn't bother him.

"What about you? Do you like what you do?" for a heartbeat, you worry that you may be intruding, but he doesn’t seem to mind, actually frowning as if he's in deep thought about your question.

"Sometimes", he shrugs, and then puts a hand at the brown envelope on the table, your latest lead on another missing's person case "I like puzzles, the hunt" he sighs and then sits back on his chair "other than that, it's just… duty."

You didn’t expect that much honesty - but you smile at him all the same, because, yeah, you get it. The hunt is fun - hacking into security cameras, sealed files, and restricted systems; faking emails, and even voices on the phone. Staking out for hours on end to make sure the lead is legit, it's all fun. But other than that, you're really glad you have your associate to deal with all of it.

"Yeah, me too."

It feels intensively intimate, in a way that nothing has ever been. Not bad, because the conversation is always so easy with him as if there’s an invisible spark that calls you to him, that entices your curiosity and makes you want to know more - even if he’s just telling what his son thinks of the new park they visited.

It's the last time you see him before turning the TV on a week later and seeing Sokovia floating in the air - and then dropping onto the ground again. After that, you see his relatives' names in a newspaper; in a list of identified fatal victims of the disaster.

You don't even think that he's alive until you hear his name again two years later; laying in the bed of some three stars hotel in Eastern Europe - coming out of Steve Rogers’s mouth.

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