#like he'd say some random comment and giggle about it

[candyunicornsateme]

Kenny commenting “oh lawd he comin’” on every picture that Cartman’s in the background of even after Cartman yells at him about it 

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: More Than A Woman

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Summary: You’re back with more antics and poor Joe is on the receiving end of yet another Tiktok trend. This time it's asking him to name a random woman’s name out of nowhere to see what he'll say…

Warnings: slight angst, unserious/funny

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

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*No specific date for this fic!*

(y/n’s pov)

Joe and I were sitting on the couch watching The Office while we waited for Ja’marr, TB, and Tee to arrive for dinner.

I knew Joe would tone down the coupley stuff when “his boys” arrived, so I was currently savoring the feel of my boyfriend's body against mine.

When I walked into the living room earlier to find him comfy on the couch, I immediately crawled on top of him and laid my head on his chest.

Joe grabbed a blanket and put it on top of us before he slipped his hand under my sweatshirt to rub my back.

Now and then he'd kiss my head or comment on something in the show since the episode currently playing was quite the doozy.

If you know anything about The Office… you probably feel some type of way about the words “Casual Day”.

The episode was messy nonetheless and pretty unforgettable. We had seen it so many times but it still made Joe laugh so many different times.

Since we had seen it so many times, I was increasingly getting bored.

Time to do a little trend with Joe.

I went through my mental folder of different things I could do with him without getting up from my comfortable place in his arms. That's when the idea hit me.

“Hey, baby.” - you

“Mhm?” - Joe

“Name a woman.” - you

“Name a woman?” - Joe

“Yup.” - you

What’s he going to say? I thought.

“Uhm… I don't know, uh… Meredith.” - Joe

“Meredith?” - you busted out laughing

“Yeah.” - Joe nodded

“Like the one in the show? The one’s who's boobies you just saw? Jeez, now I know where your mind is at…” - you

“What?! It's not like that, she was just the first woman that popped into my head. They were blurred out too! I don't need to see some rando’s boobs when I can see yours anytime I want! I swear I wasn't being creepy…” - Joe

The entire time he was seriously trying to defend himself, I was holding in my laugh. I was just teasing him but I'm guessing he didn't pick up on that.

“Joe, I was just playing around.” - you laughed

“Good. I thought you were being for real for a second and I was worried I was going to be put on the couch tonight.” - Joe chuckled

Mmm, Imma mess with him.

“Who said you aren't being put on the couch tonight? I'm kinda disappointed you didn't name… I don't know… me!” - you

“Aye! That's not fair, you don't count.” - Joe

“Joe, why wouldn't I count? I'm a woman, aren't I? That was the criteria.” - you

“You’re more than just a woman though… you're my gorgeous, smart, sexy, kind, and amazing girlfriend.” - Joe smiled

Joe leaned forward to press his lips onto mine in a sweet and thorough kiss, but when he pulled away with a sly smirk on his face I decided he wasn't getting away with it that easy.

“Stop trying to butter me up, boy. You're still sleeping on the couch.” - you grinned

“Damn it!” - Joe grumbled

I giggled as I spread kisses all over his cheeks before finally planting one on his lips.

“I'm just kidding.” - you

Joe opened his mouth to talk but the sound of the doorbell cut him off.

“The guys are here.” - you went to crawl off of Joe but he stopped you

“Come in!” - Joe

The front door opened and in walked the wide receiver trio. I gave Joe a skeptical look but he just kissed my cheek and pushed my head back onto his chest.

He was really not trying to sleep on the couch tonight.

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Authors note: kind of a niche blurb… iykyk.

Request for this fix;

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

[sturn3]

𓂃 ࣪˖ situationship with athlete!matt &cheerleader!reader ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

★ no one knew about you two.

★ matt had quite a busy schedule. trying to balance out his football &youtube career and his grades all in one. so he wasn't looking for anything serious...

★ every game you'd steal glances at one another. whenever he'd catch you looking, you'd turn around and resume to your conversation with the other cheerleaders. when you'd catch him looking ,he'd turn around and kick the ball and shoot a goal trying to impress you.

★ for someone that didn't want to a relationship with you, he sure fought over you, a lot. picking fights with everyone in the locker rooms that would make comments about you in a sexual manner. or attack his opponents that he previously peeped trying to get a conversation out of you. even if he didn't want anything serious with you, he didn't want anyone else to have you either.

★ safe to say, he always led you on. dedicating secret goals to you at every game, texting you past 10pm to meet up, whispering sweet nothings to you just so he could have you for the moment.

★ after the big game day, you rushed out to meet him in the dark parking lot ,immediately recognizing him leaning against his truck. he looked amazing. wet hair from the shower he must've just taken, simple white tee that was tight around his biceps, defining them even more and some grey sweatpants.

★ when he saw you approaching him, he felt as if the air in his lungs had ben knocked out. every time he sees you, he swears ,you get prettier. finally, you reached him and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "You did so good today, handsome." you praised, and he gave you a shy smile.

★ as soon as you guys got in the car, all that could be heard were your heavy breaths and skin slapping.

★ when your passionate moments came to an end, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by your emotions. instantly, you started thinking maybe you should distance yourself.

★ a few weeks after that...

★ you were at a house party to celebrate your school's victory. you ignored matt like the plague. stopped replying to his texts, stopped answering his calls, not viewing his stories and changing paths every time you crossed him. that truly pained him. so, when he saw you stroking someone's bicep and giggling at someone else's joke, he saw red. wanting to drag you away from here and punch this dude. HIS girl laughting at another man's joke. ridiculous.

★ when you'd finally had enough of that random dude whose name you honestly could not remember for the life of you, you went to sit outside on the porch.

★ matt took that as an opportunity to talk to you. he hated that you ghosted him as if he meant nothing.

★ "what do you want, Matt?" you said as he stood behind you. he was surprised at how you could feel his presence. "to talk," he said.

★ "i don't believe we have anything to say." you replied as you got up, at the same time pulling your skirt down as it rode up from the movement, you began to walk away.

★ as one could imagine, matt had enough. he ran after you and grabbed your hand to pull you against him. suddenly being chest to chest with him, you were so close you could feel his breath, you were so close you thought he could hear your heart about to explode.

"why do you keep running away from me?"

"cause i don't wanna get hurt."

"so, you resort to hurting me instead??"

"look, matt, i'm sorry, i can't do this." you said again as you began to walk away from him for the hundredth time.

"no ,stop." he said, pulling you back in "you don't get it. i'm in love with you."

"no, matt. you're not."

�� as soon as you said that, he grabbed your face in his two hands to pull you in for a passionate kiss. if you thought that any kiss you had previously shared was good, this one was better than all of them combined.

"you better not be messing with me, matthew. i KNOW people," you threatened with a smile on your face as you lay your head upon his chest outside the party.

✧ ﾟ୨ৎ*💋🍒🎱⋆｡ﾟ

^ lowkeyyyy inspired 💋💋

[ballblender]

Could I request some headcanons for GoM + Kiyoshi helping their scared s/o on the train? I’ve never been on one before and I’d be so nervous. Death grip on their hands fr

a/n: Thanks for the ask!! I'll also include Kagami if that's okay! :) Btw anon, i recommend trying out the train (unless you live rural and far away from a station, or already know how to drive lol), it's honestly so convenient :) also jshdghd they might ooc because i honestly haven't watched the show in almost a year

GoM + Kiyoshi comforting their scared S/O on the train

cw: fluff, gn reader, idk - trains???, not proofread, my writing is never proofread LOL

Kuroko

"Y/N...what are you doing?"

It's a strange sight to see his usually smiley and happy partner currently cowering as the train rumbles. The carriage is full of passengers, standing tall above the pair.

"Don't laugh but, I...I don't use the train very often...or ever, at that."

Kuroko's face contorts to confusion.

"...so, this must be scary for you, right, Y/N?" Kuroko asks, smiling reassuringly as you bod in response.

"That's okay, I'm here with you. Just hold my hand."

He wasn't expecting you to grab onto him like he was your saviour, but giggled softly anyway.

He kisses your cheek, whispering how he'll have to take you out on dates more often so you can get used to the train.

Kagami

(having a little liberty this time since he wasn't technically part of the ask)

When your boyfriend told you that he'd show you around America, you were excited, as you should've been. Not much about the place seemed to matter to you right now though, as you stand, cramped up in the damp-smelling train of the New York City Subway.

Kagami himself appears unfazed by the way the carriage rumbles, the random coughing from every direction, the flickering lights, not even the rat licking up an old coffee stain on the floor.

"Taiga..."

"Yeah, what's up?"

"...I-I wasn't prepared for America to be this...how do i put it...ratholey?

Kagami laughs out loud, smiling broadly.

"That's a good way to describe New York."

You chuckle along with him, each other's laughter serving as a better light than whatever was short-circuiting above you both.

You hold his hand, and he holds yours, resting his palm on your thigh, as he rubs your knee with his thumb.

"LA is better than this, I promise."

Aomine

"Idiot...why are you scared?"

You can practically feel Aomine's mocking smirk forming, even if your eyes are shut and your face is buried in his chest.

"I don't use trains...you know I walk to school..."

Aomine's eyes roll as he sighs.

"Well, better get used to it now, or how are you gonna live in this city as an adult?"

It's these occasional moments of wisdom that draw you to Aomine. Until he of course ruins it.

"Unless you want me to piggyback you everywhere like a baby."

"Shut up."

He chuckles, stroking a few loose strands of your hair from your face.

"Kidding. I'm not gonna break my back carrying your ass."

You huff in annoyance at his comment, your hands finding his as your face buries into his chest even harder. He chuckles, squeezing your hand and kissing the crown of your head.

"I told you to shut up."

Midorima

"Oha Asa predicted (Your Star Sign) would not suffer any misfortunes today, you shouldn't worry." Midorima says this so matter-of-factly, it's scary.

"I-I know that...but it's still scary, Shin."

Midorima casually wraps a hand around your shoulder and pulls you slightly closer to him.

"You really should travel by train more often. In the future, what if a job you want requires you to travel by train? Don't be scared." he says his last sentence with a little smile, an uncharacteristic one at that, yet you find it so endearing.

Midorima has always been like this, acting less like a boyfriend, and more like a proper spouse, a husband you can share anything with, and be free of judgement, well, except from Oha Asa's.

You then feel him slip a small bangle onto your wrist.

"Your lucky item today is a silver bangle. But, I want you to wear it whenever you go on a train, okay? In fact, wear it everywhere, then I'll be with you."

You look down at the bangle, admiring the small 'M' engraved along it.

"I will...I'll wear it all the time. Thank you, Shin."

As he takes hold of your hand, you suppress a giggle; he'd already given you your lucky item earlier that day, a animal eraser. He must've been looking for an excuse to spoil you.

Murasakibara

The carriage rumbling: the murmurs of students: the ringing of phones. It was a lot to take in, especially since the last time you used the train was when you were a kid.

It especially didn't help that your giant of a boyfriend was crunching on snacks, the sound only adding to your unease.

"Mmph...this flavour's nice."

"Atsushi."

He turns to you and swallows the mouthful.

"Yeah, Y/N?"

"Could you...hold my hand?"

"Ehh? But how will I eat my snacks?"

"...use your other hand."

"But that hand's for holding the bag!"

This little dispute carries on for a while until he suggests, and you (hesitantly) decide to sit on his lap, perched on his thighs as he continues chomping away.

Weirdly, you do feel safe. Too bad you'll be getting crumbs all over you.

Kise

"So then my boss told me that-"

Although Kise is great at telling his stories, both about his modeling work and about Kasamatsu's never-ending impatience with him, you truly couldn't care less in this moment.

Your shoulders press together as the carriage shakes. The contact is hot and unpleasant, despite Kise's joyful face.

Your forehead begins to sweat, the air in the train is damp and humid.

"Kise, c-can you stop talking for just a second?"

"E-eh? Why? I was just getting to the good part!"

"I really don't feel well..."

Upon your words, Kise looks up at the announcement bar, and grabs your hand.

"Come on, Y/N, let's get off at this station."

"Huh? This isn't our stop though..."

He chuckles, the train coming to a stop, as he leads you out.

"I can't have you fainting on me! Let's cool down with a drink or something, my treat!"

You smile at the offer.

"Alright."

Akashi

While you and Akashi would usually walk together, or get rides in his limo, today he decided to use the train. You honestly didn't question it, Akashi always had his reasons for doing what he did.

What you forgot, however, was that you've never actually been on the train before.

It's more...suffocating than you were imagining, despite passing by the beautiful hills and landscapes. Akashi is drawn to them, staring out of the window with a small smile painted across his face.

You, however, can't ignore the other passengers. The sneezing lady, the sniffling office worker, the crying baby. It's a lot all at once.

"Y/N? ...What are you doing?"

You realize that, subconsciously, you covered your ears with your hands.

"Ah, sorry."

"...Do you not like the train?"

"...I...i've just never been on one before..."

A slight silence forms between the two of you.

Akashi's fingers slowly find yours.

As your hands squeeze together, you know it'll be alright.

Kiyoshi

You're with the rest of the Seirin team, walking back from a game (Kiyoshi managed to convince Riko to let you watch from the bench), when Riko rounds up everybody to get their attention.

"Okay everybody! We have to meet up early tomorrow, so let's get the next train out of here."

Everybody nods in agreement, and you realise, you've never actually been on a train before. Kiyoshi's hand squeezes yours as soon as your expression changes.

"Y/N? What's wrong?"

"I've...never been on a train before."

He blinks for a moment.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah..."

Kiyoshi chuckles.

"Well, what is it that you're so afraid of?"

"Just...never thought i'd have to go on one."

Kiyoshi chuckles again, shaking his head slightly.

"We'll have to go on dates more often to help you get used to it then."

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a/n 2: sorry for the lack of posts, and more sorry to this anon for how late this post is. ill try better to post more often hehe

[bbina]

"man you look rough" you giggle, watching wonbin yawn for what seems like the nth time today. from what you’ve witnessed, shotaro quite literally dragged wonbin out of bed, not even giving him the time of day to fix himself. he literally looked as if he had just woken up considering his hair was all disheveled and he was still in pajamas

"well shotaro here said it was an emergency" wonbin rants loudly that shotaro can hear it, glaring at the boy who was busy checking out a bag of tangerines. shotaro hears his complaint and laughs

"get mad at sohee! he said it was an emergency" shotaro laughs, throwing his thumb back at the boy behind him picking a fight with seunghan over which orange juice to buy

"this shit is gas i'm telling you!"

"tropicana is shit!"

wonbin merely rolls his eyes and continues on with dragging the pushcart to where shotaro was. you feel a little relieved that it was only you, wonbin, shotaro, seunghan, sohee and anton who were out doing groceries. a little breather from the couple you've spent the last two days with. at least for now you can keep your guard down

you guys didn't bother to wake eunseok up since he was gonna cook either way so you just let him sleep like a rock back at the villa.

"y/n" you hear wonbin call out, breaking your train of thought. you look up at him to see him looking at you with concern. you shake your head, telling him it was nothing. he hums as he diverts his attention back to which pancake mix to buy

"so, who were you texting all night, wonbin? was it y/n?" shotaro teases, causing you to tense up. wonbin almost drops the box of pancake mix with shotaro's sudden question

shotaro laughs at your reactions. he noticed some tension going on with you two all morning. from the time he woke wonbin up, wonbin was about to cuss him out til he spots you behind shotaro looking all excited, he easily drops it and lets himself get dragged into the car. then when it came to the car seating arrangements in anton's old jeep, shotaro expected wonbin to be at his usual spot whenever he was driving, that being which was the passenger seat but shockingly enough, wonbin insisted that he'd rather sit at the backseat next to you. earning looks of bewilderment from the rest of the boys

"none of your business" wonbin retorts, flipping him off as shotaro laughs again, winking at your direction. you feel yourself blush a little and brush him off but you neither confirm nor deny it, and neither does wonbin.

shotaro drops the subject after that, now seemingly invested between the three youngsters who started fighting in the middle of the grocery store. yelling at them that it was time to pay at the cash register

while shotaro, anton, sohee and seunghan were at the cash register paying, you and wonbin waited outside in the parking chatting amongst yourselves

"so how are you feeling after last night? still upset?" wonbin asks, his hands in his pockets as you two wait for the rest of the guys.

you shrug, "not that much anymore after experiencing my first late night talk with my fake boyfriend" you say, wiggling your eyebrows, giving him a look. wonbin laughs at your comment, nudging your shoulder

"i'm serious! i think i'm slowly accepting everything. just 2 days left til this shit is all over and i'll never see them again.. hopefully" you look up at the sky, trying to not to think about the shit that happened for the past few days. you hear wonbin hum in agreement.

"yep. two days left and i don't have to keep this act up with you"

"what? already tired of me?" you jest, playfully pushing his shoulder. wonbin chuckles and pushes you back. the situation felt eerily similar to last night. you and wonbin ended up by the waves, engaged in deep conversation. wonbin had his guitar with him, so while you were venting, he strummed random chords, attentively listening and occasionally sharing his thoughts. eventually, he began singing along to his playing, encouraged by your persistent requests for him to sing (which he didn't mind) italics - flashback

"pleaseeeee" you plead, hands clasped together as you beg wonbin for the nth time to sing

wonbin rolls his eyes and continues to strum along. you pout as you realize he was ignoring you. instead, you start singing along to whatever he was strumming to which was sparks by coldplay

"can you change the song i don't like the lyrics" you murmured, turning away, thinking about sungchan based from the lyrics

"no" wonbin pokes his tongue out, ignoring your request. "i'm gonna make sure you'll like the song by the time i finish playing it"

you huff at his cockiness. you'll just have to block out the song either way.

"but i'll promise you this.. i'll always look after you.." wonbin sings lowly, intently looking at the chords as he strums. "yeah, that's what i'll do.."

you snap your head towards him, finally hearing his voice. something in you churns. you know damn well he was just singing to the lyrics of the song but you're not too sure why it sounded a bit different when wonbin sings it. you shake your head, getting rid of that weird fuzzy feeling you were feeling

thankfully wonbin switches up the song, not liking how it was too mellow for his liking. now he was just singing random songs he can think of.

"did you ever do something like this with sungchan?" wonbin suddenly asks, dropping the guitar on his lap. he was probably tired from playing

"like what?"

"shit like this like sneaking out to talk or something i don't know"

you shake your head no, "nah. but if we did, it's with eunseok" you say, recalling every shared memory you have with sungchan

wonbin hums, "i see"

"why do you ask?"

"there's a first for everything then" he smiles cheekily, grabbing a handful of sand before throwing it at you. you let out a squeak as you stood up from the sand and ran away from him

wonbin laughs and follows suit, chasing after you

you could say, that was one memorable night

you two were play fighting at this point, barely noticing the presence of the three guys behind the two of you, holding grocery bags

anton coughs to get your attention. you and wonbin freeze, slowly turning around to look at the grinning boys behind you. barely even noticing that wonbin was holding your hand.

"are we interrupting something?" anton gestures toward your hands. you and wonbin both glance down simultaneously to see what he's referring to—your intertwined hands. quickly, you let go, dismissing the warmth his hand provided. wonbin hastily wipes his palms with the material of his sweatpants before casually placing his hands behind his head.

"well are you guys just gonna stand there? help us!" seunghan complains, holding three grocery bags in front of wonbin's face. to which wonbin scrambles to get, wanting to get away from this awkward situation

you can only offer a peace sign before you bolt towards the car, not wanting to help the rest of the guys

"song y/n get back here!"

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you all were now back at the villa. eunseok was a little upset that no one even bothered to wake him up to go grocery shopping but quickly dismissed it when you said you bought ingredients for his beloved vongole pasta (anton intervening by yelling he paid for it). eunseok immediately goes to cooking with what you guys bought. it was getting late anyway for breakfast

to everyone's surprise, wonbin decided to help with cooking too. he was grumbling about how he didn't want to wash dishes anymore might as well just cook. without hesitation, you also joined in the cooking, not wanting to be stuck with sungchan and his girlfriend who were in the living room watching tv

"get out of here there's no space anymore" eunseok complains, shooing you away from his "station" as he liked to call it. you simply ignore him and asked wonbin if he needed any help

"you can cut these green onions" wonbin suggests, passing you a cutting board and a knife to cut the green onions with. accepting the tools, you begin the task, knowing that once you start cutting, it's gonna be a crying mess, literally.

you let out a hiss when you start chopping the onion as they start to do their magic by making your eyes water. wonbin hears your reaction and drops whatever he was doing with the meat he just took out of the packaging and comes to your aid

"cut it thinly so it wouldn't make you tear up as much" he advices, swiftly taking over that you didn't even need to do a damn thing.

"yes chef!" you jest, raising your hands up in a mock salute. wonbin chuckles and motions you to move aside so he can transfer the freshly cut onions onto a pan.

you two were just in your own world, oblivious to sungchan's lingering stares from the living room.

your little moment was cut short when eunseok starts yelling about how he spilled a lot of salt on the meat and needed tongs asap.

"the tongs y/n! the tongs!" he yells frantically, looking at every cupboard for the tongs. you simply shrug and let him suffer.

"i thought you wanted me out of here"

"y/n!"

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the three of you cooked a delicious set of dishes that consisted of kimchi fried rice, fried eggs, chicken and pasta (per eunseok's request)

now you all were at the dining hall of anton's villa, ready to feast on this delicious meal that you, eunseok and wonbin worked hard on cooking (mainly eunseok and wonbin since all you did was stand there and watched while waiting for wonbin to tell you to do something)

"thank you for the meal!" you all chorus before diving right in

"this kimchi fried rice is so good!" you exclaim, doing a little dance in your seat as you savored each bite. wonbin smirks to himself, knowing damn well he cooked that shit

"well you did help me cook so," his tone playful yet flirtatious as he openly flirted with you in front of everyone. the guys all stopped for a moment to process what just happened.

"no i helped you cook" eunseok intervenes, his eyebrow raised, ready to shit on you for not even doing anything besides asking if you can taste whatever they were cooking.

you ignore the banter being thrown around the table. wanting to have more of the kimchi fried rice wonbin cooked, you stood up to reach for the serving spoon, only to see something you didn't really need to see right now, which was sungchan feeding his girlfriend

wonbin doesn’t miss the frown on your face as you watch sungchan feed his girlfriend in front of you. he watches you quietly sit down and look for something else that wasn't his kimchi fried rice. noticing that there weren't any chicken or fried eggs left, you lean back at your seat dejected as you mindlessly play with the remains of your food.

wonbin taps on your shoulder and whispers something in your ear.

"you okay?"

you gave him a weird look before shrugging and waving him off, "yeah why wouldn't i be?" you say

though you've insisted that you were fine, wonbin knows that deep down, you wish that it was you in the place of yujin.

“really? in front of my kimchi fried rice?” you say in a joking manner, making gagging sounds in front of the couple causing them to sheepishly stop their actions. yujin blushing as sungchan apologizes on their behalf

everyone around the table laughs at your comment.

“was waiting for someone to say something!” shotaro quips

“you guys are just jealous that he brought his girl to this trip” seunghan laughs, sohee hitting him from laughing so much

“don’t mind her sungchan. y/n is just jealous that no one is feeding her the way you're feeding yujin” eunseok chuckles, teasing you. the whole table (including wonbin) doubles over laughing

your eyes widened, you were totally caught off guard by his comment of you being jealous. to make yourself not look any more suspicious, you laugh awkwardly, defending yourself against such accurate allegations

“am not! was just trying to lift the mood since there's no food left, that’s all..” you try to explain but it just makes you even more awkward

without another word, wonbin suddenly makes train noises

“here comes the chicken train~ choo choo~” wonbin holds out the piece of chicken skin he was saving to eat last to you.

you looked at him like he was crazy. totally not expecting such bold actions from wonbin. it was pretty hard to believe he would let you have the last piece of his chicken.

the table then start to make “ooh” noises, also not expecting this from wonbin. especially not to you. last time they checked, you two didn’t have anything going on? or do you?

“what the fuck?” eunseok exclaims

“rue? when was this?” sohee chimes in

“couple off!” seunghan beams, seemingly invested between the two couples on the trip

you then make eye contact with sungchan and he almost looks a bit hurt? he was about to open his mouth to make a comment before you feel wonbin kick your leg beside you. a signal to follow his lead

ignoring the butterflies in your stomach and the way your heart was pounding against your chest, you open your mouth to let wonbin feed you

“say ahh” wonbin coos before shoving the said chicken skin to your mouth. you slapped his arm in retaliation with how harsh he fed you

“were you trying to get back at me from the marshmallow incident?!” you yelped as you chewed on your food, repeatedly hitting him on his shoulder. wonbin laughs loudly, head falling back before diverting his attention back to his now half empty plate. man, he was totally saving that piece to himself but how could he when you looked like that?

“i just gave you the chicken skin i was saving for myself and this is how you thank me?” wonbin sasses, an eyebrow raised as he looks at you with that look.

you then burst out laughing at his sassy outburst. unbeknownst to you, it sounded like music to wonbin’s ears.

he turns away as you continue to laugh, smiling to himself that at least you forgot about sungchan even if it was just for a moment. something in wonbin felt like he wants hear you laugh more often. no more to your sad sappy self and more of you being happy

“this sucks! i’m surrounded by couples!” seunghan whines, after witnessing the most romantic act wonbin has ever done.

“what are you even yapping about? wonbin and i aren’t a couple!” you protest

“yet” wonbin shrugs, finishing up his plate before going to the kitchen to put his dishes away

the way he says it so smoothly made you choke on your spit, your face turning red. eunseok swiftly hands you his drink, smacking your back before you pass out in the middle of the table

“eunseok’s gonna have to have that talk with wonbin i see..” shotaro sang, wiggling his eyebrows as nudges eunseok’s shoulder

“i thought i told you guys to back off my sister?” eunseok clicks his tongue in annoyance, tilting his head to the side. he was now beginning to question what's really going on between you and wonbin

“wonbin hyung is so brave!” sohee cackles

you can only awkwardly laugh at the current state of the situation. you and wonbin were just playing pretend after all. it was only contractual to get over your feelings with sungchan. it would be only a matter of time before the truth gets out and you’re praying to the gods above that no one ever finds out. especially not sungchan

between the lines ★ yet

⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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[harleehazbinfics]

Home is where my heart is.

Chapter 4: Family Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 2000+ A/N: WHERE ALREADY AT CHAPTER FOURRR AAA this concludes the life they had while they were human, but we'll still have a few flashbacks to see cuz plot. also thank you for over 1,000+ of likes and reblogs that means so much to me that you enjoy my works. i think y'all really liked the devout one lol, i'll just say now that i have plans to make it about lucifer so if you're into that please expect more and hit follow, really helps when peeps comment on stuff <33 much love, enjoy!

there were so many errors bro LMAO also I added a few paragraphs to this, so pls enjoy my scuff (edited as of Feb 20)

“I’m home~,” my husband’s voice calls out from the doorway.

Wiping my hands on my apron, I greeted him coming from the kitchen, “Al! Welcome back. How was your day?”

“Same as always. It’s gotten quite dusty out, I wouldn’t recommend you and the lil’ munchkin to go out for a while. I’ll take a shower first,” he responded dusting himself off briefly by the door before removing his shoes and coat. Heading towards the bathroom past me, but not before giving me smooch on the cheek and a gentle rub on my swollen belly.

Yes. Miledy got pregnant with Alastor’s child. He slowly warmed up to the idea when he saw her babysitting the neighbor’s toddler and when they both visited an orphanage, albeit to Al’s hesitance, where he saw her dote on the children, as she was also a kid that grew up in an orphanage feeling great empathy towards them. If Alastor didn’t stop her, she would have adopted all of them. At the end of the day, he concluded that you would be the best mom possible out there and gave her wish. Making him very sentimental and missing his late mother, which she often comforted him about.

I sighed happily and rubbed my stomach. I stared at the cradle with much longing, I couldn't wait to see our baby. Above the cradle was a mobile, it was a string of ornaments that were meant to be a toy for them, it was decorated with shells, dolphins, rabbits and a deer—as requested by Al.

I picked up a music box that had our favorite music. Alastor had this requested as a gift for your child, I was surprised when he presented it to me. I didn't think he'd be attached to them as much as I was, but I guess he adores them in his own way. Making a family does make it seem more real.

It makes me think back all those lives we've taken just to protect our family. I wonder if those people had family too? Did they look for them?

I was pulled from my thoughts when Alastor stood beside me, gazing at the cradle as I was.

“And how have the two of you been, my love,” Alastor asked, his hair still wet and changed clothes.

The both of us walked towards the couch, him making me sit on his lap as always after work, where he would rub my stomach and lower back, and even sometimes my chest whenever they get too heavy.

“Been kicking and moving around so much lately. I’m so sore all over,” I moaned as I leaned my back on his chest, letting him massage my lower back.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll give them a good talking to,” he joked poking around my stomach.

Giggling and squirming in his hold I cried, feeling fluttery inside when the baby kicked in response, “Al, that tickles! Haha!”

“What?~ I’m just disciplining our child,” he explains himself in a light tone.

“You’re such a loser,” I rolled my eyes playfully at him.

“Oh, please,” he scoffs, “I’m anything but a loser. Have you seen my wife? The most sought out singer in all of Louisiana? You must have heard of her surely.”

“I have indeed,” I giggled, “but I heard she unfortunately got knocked up by some random radio broadcast guy that does his shows in a basement.”

Alastor gasps dramatically clutching his hand over his chest and exclaims, “You did not! One, I own a studio in the city where I do my shows, thank you very much. Two, how dare you say unfortunately, I’m the most highly paid broadcaster. Any person would drop on their knees to even get to be in the same room as me.”

I chuckled at his haughtiness and conceded lying on his chest once more, “You’re right, you’re right, your royal highness.”

He lets out a hum similar to a purr contently embracing us.

(3 years later)

“Abigail!”

A little squeal sounded down the halls along with little pitter patters of her tiny feet as she tried to get away from me.

“Come here, Sunshine. You need to get changed. Don’t you wanna go and see Dad?” I asked her walking to her slowly.

She excitedly jumps from behind the couch and yells, “Dad! Dad! I wan’ta see Dad!”

“Alright, alright. Come’re,” I called her to come closer to put on her little yellow sundress. I took my bag that had all our necessities while Abby tried to put on her shoes that she immediately showed off when she did it all by herself.

“Well done, Abby! Dad will be happy that you can put on your shoes by yourself now. Do you want to tell him yourself?” I asked putting on her hat.

“Mhm! I’ll tell him myself!” she answered cheerfully holding my hand after I shut the door and locked it.

“Alright then. You ready?” I asked her again with a doting smile.

“Yes! Let’s go meet up with Dad!” she replied excitedly trying to drag me with her.

After we arrived at his studio, we went to his office and waited for him to finish with his morning show so we could take Abby to the park and eat at a restaurant for lunch after. She was on the floor playing with her toy doll and stuffed bunny, playing pretend by herself.

“Hello there, darlings,” Alastor greeted with a smile. Arms already open for his daughter to dive in.

“Dad!” She yelled excitedly jumping into his arms, “Are you done with work?”

“Yup. You excited to go to the park today?” he asked booping her nose playfully.

She laughed delightedly making both Al and I’s hearts to melt.

“Yeah! I wanna go now please!” she requested politely hugging her father’s neck.

“Okay, Sunshine,” he replied petting her back.

Hand in hand, the three of us spent the day together happily on our family outing. Of course, it couldn’t be helped that we would be stopped a few times, but we immediately excused ourselves from them to enjoy as much time as we could while we were together, not letting all the disturbances get in the way for our plans today.

Reaching home with a tired Abigail in my arms. Alastor carried all our bags and toys that we bought for our daughter along with a balloon with a smiley face on it tied around his wrist. As he was opening the door for us, he stopped suddenly, making me look up to him alert.

I clutched Abby closer getting ready to run. Alastor fully opened the door and dodged a swing from a brass knuckle to his head.

“Run!” he yelled as he fended off the intruder from getting to us. Abigail waking up from the shout of his father, she trembled in fear as she saw him fight another man.

“Mom? What going on?” she asked, confused and afraid grip tightening around me.

“Shh, I’m sorry but mom’s gonna ask you to stay quiet, okay? Just-just close your eyes, honey.” I requested seriously making her tuck her head in my neck.

I ran as fast I could, reaching our other house that was used for emergencies. We entered together and pushed her inside a bunker in the bedroom.

“Baby, you need to listen to me. I need you to be quiet for me, okay? No matter what, don’t open this door if it isn’t me or Dad, got it?” I ordered her with a serious face making her nod despite being afraid out of her skin. I swiped the tears under her eyes and gave a kiss on her forehead saying, “I love you so much, Abby.”

I left her after locking the door and pushed the vanity on top of the door. Holding my gun close to me and creeping my way out the bedroom to check for any of followers, as I was rounding a corner someone tugged at my hair making me throw my head back.

I whacked him with my gun up on his chin making him back up from me, taking this opportunity to shoot him in the chest twice. I aimed my gun to the window when I saw a sliver of light catch the corner of my eye, shooting when he jumps in through the window stopping him from letting him move further in.

I turned my gun to the door when I heard it open, only to feel relieved when I saw the familiar tuft of brown hair styled in a certain way that I could immediately recognize. I run towards him for an embrace that he returned.

“Where’s Abby?” he asked looking around the room.

“She’s in the bunker. Did anyone follow you?” I asked placing my hands back to my sides.

“None. I had 4 people outside, you?” he said rushing into the room making sure Abby’s safe.

“Just 2,” I sighed rubbing my face frustratedly. “I’m sorry. It must’ve been Alex’s men. They’re getting pretty fucking desperate if they’re attacking from our house,” I snarled.

“It’s fine, darling. That’s why we prepared this to make sure Abby stays safe,” he said assuring me, and giving me a quick peck on the head. Then helping him push the vanity off the door and took our daughter out.

“Let’s stay in the cabin for a while, we aren’t safe here,” Alastor suggested which I agreed to.

Morning come; Abby woke up confused, she then realized she was in her father’s cabin seeing his prized hunting gun on wall. Her eyes scanned the room for her parents and found none of them there, so she slowly opened the door and was greeted by the smell of cooked meat. She found her father in the kitchen cleaning while you were knitting on the sofa. Hearing the door creak, both the adults turned their heads to their daughter’s little round head.

“Good morning, Sunshine~,” Alastor greeted waving his spatula.

I got off the sofa, leaving my knitting materials and scooped her up into my arms, “Hello, bunny. Did you have a good sleep? It’s already 10pm.”

“Mhmm, but I had a bad dream. Mom and Dad where fighting some bad guys and I was so scared that you got hurt,” she mumbled making my face ridden with guilt.

I never wanted my baby to experience this, I never knew that Alex’s obsession would ever get this deep.

To briefly explain what happened over the years, I sang in a private bar where some very important people were having a meeting. Unfortunately for me, one of people there was interested in me. So, I explained to him that I had a husband, but he refused to leave me alone until Alastor came with the owner of the establishment to diffuse the situation. However, it didn’t stop there, he insistently showered me with gifts and letters that I had to refuse each time. I confronted him saying that I would never be with him as long as I lived, so in retaliation his obsession turned sinister, believing that if he couldn't have me then I was better off dead.

Alastor, fueled with irritation, confronted him almost successfully killing him in the process if it weren’t for Alex’s group to look for him and warded Al off. And to this day he’s eager to hurt our family.

“I’m sorry, honey,” I replied eyebrows furrowed kissing her head, “it’s just a bad dream don’t be scared.”

“Exactly, nothing to be worried about. Why don’t you have some breakfast first? Breakfast is indeed the most important meal of the day, Sunshine,” Alastor spoke up after setting the plates, taking Abby into his arms, and placing her on her chair.

At the end of the day, when Abby passes out from exhaustion from playing in the meadow all day. Alastor takes his gun off the wall making me stand up in worry.

“Where are you going?” I asked, holding his arm.

“To finish this once and for all. I don’t want Abby to be in danger anymore. Most of all, I don’t want you to live in fear that we’re going to lose Abby, neither do I,” he reason placing his hand on your cheek.

“Just please... please be careful, Al,” I pleaded him covering his hand over mine.

He gave me a smug smile and replied, “I’ve never lost before, darling. I’ll be back before sunrise. I promise.”

I nodded as he gave me a kiss, as much as I was worried about him, I knew Al could take care of himself.

“Stay safe,” I said staying by the door frame while he waves goodbye, painfully unaware how devasted I would be when he never returned the following day.

[breeistired]

Rafe with autistic reader

Warnings: Suggestive content, innocent reader

Tropes: kookxpogue, sunshinexgrumpy

Summary: Reader is autistic.

Bree rants: Hi! So, I am only mildly autistic, so if I get any of this wrong I am deeply sorry. ALSO, if you're reading this, please help me work tumblr, I don't know how to make a taglist or boarders. Thank you- Also my askbox is always opened, so ask me random questions, I am always bored. Before I forget, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGET IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!! AND, if you want this to be a full oneshot, please tell me in the comments. I love you and enjoy reading!

(HOW DO I MAKE BOARDERS.)

Rafe! Who found you at his house in his party crying because everything was too loud.

Rafe! Who was about to yell at you but once he looked down, he felt soft and mushy.

Rafe! Who would continue to stare at you while you cry, not knowing what to do.

Rafe! Who finally speaks up and asks you if you need something. You shake your head no and he does not take that lightly. Instead grabbing you some water and sitting beside you.

Rafe! Who eventually finds out its because of how loud everything was and takes you up to his room. Topper whistles thinking Rafes getting lucky. Rafe tells him to shut up and you sit on his bed.

Rafe! Who would calm you down by dimming the lights and covering your ears. He thought this was childish but you seemed to have been calming down.

Rafe! Who would let go of your ears and ask you if you're okay.

Rafe! Who slowly finds out you suffer autism and your friend had brought you here to, "let loose." He would fight the urge to punch whoever that friend was.

Rafe! Who would yell at anybody who even talked near his room so you wouldn't have to panic anymore.

Rafe! Who would spend all night with you, letting you rant about your current hyperfixation just so you didn't have to pay attention to the loud party beneath you two.

Rafe! Who smiles at your little giggles and hand gestures. He hated when people would talk to him, but with you, everything you said sounded so luring. Even though you were talking about sharks.

Rafe! Who would drive you home and get your number.

Rafe! Who becomes obsessed with you after a week of getting to know you. Doing research on autism just so he could help you out like you helped him that night you met, he would've been fucking some girl he didn't like or smoke weed all night. Instead he found you.

Rafe! Who would ask you to be his girlfriend after two weeks.

Rafe! Who buys you anything you hyperfixate on. Legos? He's buying every set and listening you talk about the lego sets. Sharks? He'd buy you a mountain of plushies. Anything your autism liked for a few months or weeks, he would buy.

Rafe! Who never forced you to come to crowded places with. And if you do, he brings noise cancelling headphones or something for you to fidget with.

Rafe! Who practically almost murders anybody who says your too weird or something about your mental health.

Rafe! Who makes sure you eat all your meals, even if its krafts mac and cheese for the 5th time today.

Rafe! Who lets you sleep with him but gets annoyed when you have to put one of your shark plushies between you two. Though he would never tell you he was annoyed.

Rafe! Who ends up telling Barry random facts about the new movie you're obsessed with because that's all you talk about.

Rafe! Who loves you to death despite everything. He loves you and your hyperfixations. (maybe not the shark plushies though)

[icycoldninja]

Can u write the DMC boys accidentally come across the reader’s diary? Curious, they flip open the pages finding random sketches of her daily life: Trish picking her nail, Vergil polishing his Yamato, Lady chatting up with Nico; etc with little comments like

‘Lady looks the coolest with glasses’

‘I wonder what brand Trish got her corset from. It really accentuate her figures so well!’

‘Dante and Vergil fought again. It would be amusing had it not been for the fact that a tree collapsed because of them’

They thought of detailed the sketches are, quietly admiring it before coming across the middle of the diary, which was full of their drawings and her random thoughts being written inside:

‘He looks so cool with his jacket. Can I be equally as cool as him?’

‘They said that men look the most attractive when concentrating on something. At first I didn’t get it, now I fully understand the hype’

‘I saw his biceps the other day. Sometimes I don’t know if I want to be him or have him’

It was quite endearing before the boys come across the “less appropriate” section of the diary, including the comments and her sketches of them:

‘I took a good look of his side profile the other day. I wonder what it’s like to ride his nose. The bump on his nose would be the cherry on top *aggressive lip biting*’

‘His hands are so big…sometimes I wonder if it would fit down there without me screaming’

‘I’m supposed to be better than this, now that I found out his devil trigger is rather bewitching to say the least. It’s risky but at the same time worth it to find out what kind of impalement I can die from’

‘I want to lick his happy trail ngl’

‘Every time he gets mad, I can’t help but scream without the s’

You asked; I shall faithfully deliver.

Sparda boys + V Reading Reader's diary headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-You made the mistake of leaving your precious diary out while Dante was in the vicinity, and this man POUNCED on the opportunity.

-He started flipping through your diary, finding all these sketches of your daily life, as well as some silly little comments.

-It was all heartfelt and wholesome at first. Dante thought you were a really good artist and couldn't help but giggle a little at how much you seemed to admire him and Vergil. (Him more.)

-Then he came across the section that shall be henceforth known as The Cursed Pages.

-Jesus Fricking Christ, this was a whole new level of horny. There were hundreds, if not thousands of sketches of himself as well as the others crammed into every corner of the paper, surrounded by comments that you'd made, most of them horny ones.

-Dante didn't want to read any further. He shut the book, put it back, and tried to pretend he never saw anything. Sure, he was flattered to be your muse and all that, but he never knew you felt...that way.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil is normally not very nosy, but seeing you leave your diary on the table, then walk away snickering had him very curious.

-Against his better judgement, he began flipping through the various entries there, smiling as he read what was basically your daily life in manga form. You were a good artist, he'd give you that.

-Then he came across The Cursed Pages. Oh God.

-Vergil understands diaries are where one is supposed to be able to openly describe one's fantasies, and he had no problem with that, but when nearly all your fantasies are about him, he can't help but feel a little worried. And a little flattered. And a little hot.

-You've made several....interesting comments about his body, and other parts of him, and honestly, it sounds like you're head over heels for him--obsessed, even.

-Well, at least Vergil can use this information as reassurance that if he ever confesses to you someday, you probably won't reject him.

□ Nero □

-Nero is not known to be nosy, but when you, his long-time crush, left your diary out around him, he decided to break character.

-He knew he shouldn't have, but he decided to forgo his principles and snoop.

-Needless to say, he found some Pretty interesting stuff, from little sketches of your daily life, little chibi drawings of V and his pets, and tiny comments that seemed to come straight from your heart.

-It was all so sweet, he thought, until he saw The Cursed Pages. Then all the warm bubbles he had floating around in his stomach popped immediately. What the hell kind of mind did you have that made you create such perverted drawings?!

-After a little while, Nero's initial shock faded and he realized that you were actually pretty talented and your horny remarks ended up making him horny.

-He had to put your diary down before he got too hot and bothered because if he got to that point, there'd be no returning.

● V ●

-V isn't one to snoop, especially through your things, but your diary was so tempting, he couldn't resist.

-So, he took a peek when you left the room, finding some nice sketches and funny little comments.

-He didn't expect to find much else in there, but as he continued to flip through the pages of your diary, he found entries that were getting more and more personal by the minute.

-This led him to The Cursed Pages, where you practically vented all your sexual desires and more.

-V was disgusted, flattered, shocked, and a little ashamed for having gone this far. It was nice that you liked him in that way, but...did you have to be so...dirty minded?

-V eventually chalked it down to the natural obsession that comes with love and quickly returned your diary to its place before resuming whatever it was he was doing earlier, pretending all this had never happened.

[just-jordie-things]

Ohhh then can I ask for 37 prompt with gojo

Cuz why do I feel like this man would have the most awkward crush kiss with his so in high school scenario

went out on a limb and guessed u meant 38 but if u want 37 lmk! <3

38: Awkward Teenage Crush Kiss ___

gojo satoru had no fears. he was the strongest man in the world and he'd known it since he was old enough to know anything. he was overbearing in his confidence, and had been a cocky little shit since he could walk. still, the world bowed down to him, out of respect, out of fright, it didn't matter, they bowed.

being treated like royalty a god came with and odd warping of a young kid's mind. for the first fifteen or so years of his life, satoru would have told you that he loved it, he loved the praise, he loved the admiration, he loved his own force of sheer power- and that wasn't exactly untrue now, now that he was nearing graduation and ready to make a proper debut as a jujutsu sorcerer.

but there was definitely somethind different about him now. now that he'd had a glimpse into the dark realities of jujutsu society, now that he had an understanding of what he was really fighting to protect. his mind was growing, he was evolving, and it had slowly happened before your eyes as you spent your years right by his side, as his classmate, and then his friend, and now...

you'd definitely had some kind of effect on satoru, he'd known that much for a while now. something about your relaxed presence seemed to wrap him up and calm him, too. your usual indifference to his banter or flirting often had him flustered, bewildered by your fond eyes and sweet smile. you actually cared for him, you actually enjoyed his company, and you didn't keep these a secret from him.

you greeted him delightedly when he'd return from missions or join you for lunch, throwing your arms around him with the same excitement either way. had he been gone for weeks or hours it didn't matter, your eyes crinkled with your joy at his presence beside you.

and for the very first time, satoru doesn't know what he's done to deserve such treatment. he can't recall a definitive moment where there had been this shift in your relationship, when he'd started thinking about you even when you weren't there. and he certainly tried to remember, he'd lay awake late into the night racking his memory for what it was he'd done to earn your affections- even if they were friendly. but he never got anywhere, and most nights drifted off to sleep thinking about the warm way you smiled at him, and the sweet way you spoke to him.

it's a few nights before you're going to properly graduate when he finally works up the courage to ask you about it.

(gojo satoru has never had to convince himself to be courageous in his life. he simply was)

you're focused on the movie that the two of you had made plans to watch- the second part of a trilogy you'd been excited about and therefore satoru insisted you made the time to watch them all together- when he breaks the silence with his sudden question.

"why do you like me?"

you give him a double take, at first sending a soft smile his direction having expected a random comment, only to realize what he'd actually asked you, and now you're furrowing your brow.

you kick your legs out across his bed as you mull the query over, as though genuinely trying to find an answer, and satoru frowns when you don't instantly give him a reason.

"do you really need me to tell you?" you ask with a giggle of amusement.

"why else would i ask?" he says with wide, impatient eyes. you giggle again, always finding joy in his company, somehow.

"cause you like praise" you respond honestly. satoru's brows fall as he gives you a bored look, but you just shrug your shoulder before turning your attention back to the movie.

satoru shifts in his previously comfortable position to face you, crossing his legs in his lap as he leans into your personal space.

"you're really not going to tell me?" he whines.

"you don't need me to tell you," you let out a breathless laugh, a little surprised by his antics today. "we've been friends for years, you know exactly why i like you"

"well, you could still tell me" he tilts his head, and you smile in admiration as soft wisps of white hair sweep across his forehead.

"i don't need you to tell me why you like me" you point out, leaning your head back against the wall. satoru pouts, now that you've given up what he was going to use as leverage.

"can you just give me a hint?" he huffs, and your smile widens brilliantly, as though you've never been in a better mood than you are right now.

all of the time you spent with satoru felt like that.

"you're so dense sometimes," you sigh at him. "but you're probably my favorite person on the planet"

that makes him smile- and it makes his face warm, too, which you can see, and you take great delight in it.

"really?"

"really," you affirm in a soft voice. "i like you because you're unlike anyone else i've ever met, and i imagine i never will meet someone quite like you,"

you give in, because it's hard not to when he's looking at you so intently. you wonder if he knows that he has this power over you, or if he's clueless about it, too.

"i like you because you know exactly who you are, and you've never been afraid to be that person," you continue fondly. "i like you because you're the nosiest, most involved person in the world, and you make a great effort in making sure i'm okay, safe or fed or having slept well, you put more time in making sure i'm taking care of myself- and taking care of me when i can't- than you've ever turned around and given to yourself,"

you sit up off the wall now, brows pinching in just the slightest as you think through what you wanted to tell him next. your eyes flicker over his features as you edit and retract words in your mind. satoru looks like he's never focused harder in his life, hanging onto your every word, and then tucking them carefully into a special spot in his chest that must be for you because it warms whenever you're around, by his side or in his mind, that spot seems to buzz with life and excitement.

a smile twitches on your lips before you speak again.

"i like you because the way you treat me- the way you make me feel has helped me learn how to like myself," you muse. "because i know if you see something in me worth sticking around for... then that something must be there"

satoru's heart is hitting against his chest so hard he can feel it in his ears, and he thinks it might just sucker punch it's way through his ribcage and into your hands.

or maybe it's been in your hands all this time?

his eyes flicker between yours as you share shy smiles and nervous, breathless laughter.

yes, he thinks with absolute certainty, his heart has been yours all this time. and deep down he realizes he must've always known it, because you made him feel just the same way.

you'd always been more than a friend, you'd been his person, the only person that stuck by him and put up with him through and through- and you'd never found it to be a chore. you were his favorite person, and just as you said yourself, you always would be.

"i want to kiss you,"

he blurts it out, and his face is pink with the slight embarrassment of not having conducted himself in a bit more of a romantic way, but he can't help it. your eyes go wide before they soften, and you're smiling back at him in pleasant surprise.

"i mean i-" satoru huffs, rolling his eyes at himself before moving closer to you, staring at you with a heaviness you'd never felt from him before. it had your heart doing somersaults as you waited for him to say what he meant. "can i kiss you?"

this time it comes out soft, his gaze falling to your lips before you answer, already swept up in the idea of kissing you that he's running his tongue over bottom lip with anticipation.

"yes"

your answer falls from your mouth in a murmur and not even a second passes before his lips are on yours, firm and sweet and kissing you with such a desperation you could almost believe the world was ending and this was your only chance.

you kiss him softly, languidly, taking your time as you slant your mouth over his and try to commit every detail of being this close to him to memory. but it's not long before you throw all caution out the window and your hands are awkwardly grabbing at him- his collar, his shoulders, his hair- it's like you're unsure what to do with them, but in reality you're just eager to take in every second of this moment.

as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss, testing all new waters, you both grow sloppy in your movements. he's practically pawing at you, pulling you close, his hands gliding everywhere they can reach and in turn you're pressing into him until your nose is smushed into the curve of his, soft pants falling against his lips before you're kissing them again.

it's messy, it's uncoordinated, and if you weren't in your body right now you would laugh at the sight of the two of you kissing so madly you aren't even bothered when your lips clash at awkward angles, with you accidentally kissing his teeth and his own kisses landing on your chin, or your cupid's bow. if you truly were out of body, though, you'd realize that you hadn't even cared- or seemed to notice at all.

it was a bliss only the heavens could bequeath upon you, and despite having all the time in the world, you and satoru were happy to rush through your kisses, letting your excitement get the better of you.

___

xoxo ~ jordie

[guppybibi]

how they react to artist!reader

✧┊ft: akaashi keiji & kōtarō bokuto

❁ཻུ۪۪♡

❥ akaashi keiji

- thinks everything that you make is an absolute masterpiece, but if you do ask him for critique prepare yourself for his blunt honesty.

- though it isn't obvious from his stoic face, he goes into overthinking mode whenever you ask him for suggestions.

- hurting someone's feelings because he said something wrong is the last thing he wants.

- if you wanted to do some sort of art challenge with him he'll happily comply. i think he'd be pretty good at arts, not the best but definitely not the worst.

- when you compare each other's works, he always lets out a laugh when he sees how much of a downgrade his work is.

“Alright, I’m done! How ‘bout you, Keiji?” You giggle, holding the canvas against your chest secretively. Snooping was for sure, not allowed! “Just a few more finishing touches.” He mumbles, painting a few more brush strokes. His eyes full of pure concentration, laser focused on the piece he was making.

After a few extra minutes of waiting for Akaashi to finish, he places the paintbrush down on the small coffee table. “Okay, on the count of 3! 1, 2, 3!” You counted down, excitedly flipping over your canvas once the count ends. Keiji follows and does the same, both of your paintings being revealed at the same time.

An amazed look comes up on your face, nodding approvingly as you look at Akaashi’s piece. “Wow Keiji! Your art is improving, I see you're following my tips!” You compliment, your eyes filled to the brim with awe. “Yes, I’ve been putting your suggestions into mind. But my work is nothing compared to yours. It's wonderful as usual and expected.” He admired, adoring your creation.

“Well, I don't really care about whose work is better right now. We spent time together, considering your busy schedule, I’m really grateful.” You spoke softly, fingers fiddling around with the bristles of a random paintbrush as a content smile made its way to your lips.

❥ kōtarō bokuto

- basically obsesses over everything you make, it can be a work in progress or a literal fail yet he still has a compliment to say about it.

- a walking ego boost for you to be honest.

- not..the best in arts. though overtime as he practices with you, he's gotten better! practice makes perfect after all. so if you want someone to draw around with, he's just one call away!

“Y/N, I’m done! I’m sure I’ve outdone myself this time yet again, I’m not only an ace in volleyball but in drawing as well!” He brags, his confidence overflowing. While you just laugh in response, still focusing on putting the finishing touches. “I’m sure it's gonna be great Boku, you've been improving recently.” You comment, at this point you were sure his head was growing bigger from the amount of compliments he was receiving..

He patiently waited for you to finish, not rushing you as he started to chat about random things. Like how Keiji won't wear the t-shirts he suggests even though he has worn equally weird t-shirts before and whatnot. You chuckle, despite being pretty stoic; Keiji was probably evenly as weird as Bokuto. Once you are satisfied with your work, you place the pen back to its designated spot. Crossing your legs as you held the sketchbook close to you, you looked up to Bokuto with a smirk.

“Ya ready?” You ask, which you immediately get a nod in reply. After a countdown, the both of you flip your sketchbooks and show each other your work. It took you a moment to realize what who Bokuto drew, it was you in a meadow. It wasn't the best piece in the world, but to you it felt like it surpassed even the Starry Night. “Woah..you're right. You did outdo yourself this time..”

“Of course! An ace like me never fails to disappoint.” He boasts proudly with a grin, throwing the sketchbook aside and pulling you in for a hug..

[serapheemz]

✧. 🍂 Annoyance

Irritability is the first word that comes to mind when you think of your co-worker, Dazai. Maybe it's time to get some revenge for the backhanded compliments he adores throwing your way.

CW ! choking, hair-pulling, dacryphilia, rough oral sex

EXTRAS ! bottom!Dazai, anal fingering, hand jobs

There's something so erotic about pure needy sex.

It has you huffing and puffing for more air, your lungs constricting and your fingers tightening their grip on the sheets with every moment that progresses.

It's all you think about nowadays.

Every day passes horribly slow and you become very exasperated. Everything and everyone nips and teases you, their voices dance and prance dumbly around your head and encompass your ears.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with your co-workers. Being a part of the Armed Detective Agency is a pleasure on most days, that's if your dumb co-worker, Dazai, isn't bothering you.

He's loudmouthed, horribly annoying with his mocks and dreadful pranks, and even bratty at times. He has this horrendous tendency to target you most days. It's when he knows you're tired and prone to annoyance.

There are so many things you hate about him.

He breathes loud in your ear on purpose, he steals your lunch and tries to feed it to you, he grabs your pens and pencils then drops them to the ground, says "Oopsie, sorry, Y/n!' and proceeds to flaunt his ass as he picks them up. He splashes water on you after he's done washing his gross hands, he randomly asks you idiotic questions that you have to answer, or he bugs you about them all day long.

There are so many things to hate.

But so many others to love.

Dazai can be very bittersweet at times. He likes to arbitrarily compliment you. On every morning this week, he made sure to make at least one ambiguous flattering remark.

You walked into the Agency on Monday. Coincidentally, you bumped into him as you opened the door to enter your office.

He wailed ironically, putting a hand over his forehead and groaning dramatically, saying how he 'didn't mean to bump into you. What a coincidence!' when you very clearly heard him get up and cackle before placing himself behind the door, in big hopes of bumping into you. So, it was very intentional.

This Wednesday he said your top made you look almost as pretty as the café waitress and gave you a funny wink which Atsushi nervously giggled at.

Finally, it was Friday, and he didn't spare you any time in the morning.

Dazai grinned from ear to ear, his pride already glazing his lips and tongue before he even opened his mouth to give you another backhanded compliment.

"Someone tried to look good today. You got a date or something? Lucky youuuu! Not so sure about them, though."

You remember giving him a death glare, one that he'd remember all his life. The indignation in your eyes was probably more traumatizing than his time spent in the Port Mafia.

He continued to make mindless comments about you, to you. It felt utterly ridiculous, but you had no idea if you were supposed to take them as an insult or compliment. Perhaps both, because Dazai has a certain skill he's learned over the years, and that's to get you feeling bothered even with the most random of words.

He's a confusing guy and he loves to make you feel confused about your own self, too. How the hell did that make you feel flattered, needy, and angry at the same time, you had not a clue.

You're not even sure if he does it on purpose, to mess with you. He's an intelligent man, maybe he knows of your sexual frustration, maybe he can feel it gnawing in your aura whenever he passes by you and he's only doing this to drive you to the point of utter debauchery.

How conspicuous.

You don't care anymore though, not when you have him whimpering as you fingered him open, your non-dominant hand holding a fistful of his hair, prettily messy all over his pillow.

His dick ached for friction, that's why he'd involuntarily and subconsciously thrust his hips up, in an attempt to gain some sort of attention.

It made you barbarically happy seeing him beg and whine, claw and gnaw at your hand that held his hair so damn tight it was beginning to render him lightheaded.

"Keep begging like a bitch, maybe then I'll consider it."

"Puh-pleaaaaaseeee-uhhh..." he cried, the burning sensation of your fingers pressing and rubbing his g-spot made his toes curl in delight. Such delight he'd never felt before or even knew of.

Your grip on his hair loosened and you brought him up to meet your gaze. The saccharine pleading look in his eyes spoke millions, yet his mouth was only babbling phrases he couldn't even comprehend.

It was only a matter of time before he began to shed tears over his pretty, rosy cheeks, and you showed no mercy for the pounding pain that reveled in his head.

"Y/nnn," he dragged, trying to convince you to touch him more, "It-It's huurthhinggg... pleaaaseee..."

Your eyes bored holes into his own. The fat, crocodile tears that started out simply as small streaks slid down his glowy cheeks, dripping down his chin and onto the slinky mattress you were deforming using your combined body weights.

It was hard not to give in to what he was pleading for. It was even harder seeing him so disheveled and ruined already. Truly, you had no idea you'd have him reduced to nothing but a whimpering mess from just a bit of dicking around.

You freed your fingers, gently wiping off the excess lube on his thigh and slowly moving them upward, encasing them around his throat and pushing down lightly on the two pressure points. It had him in a frenzy, arching his hips up back into your hands, silently begging.

He was harder than you'd expected. He even hissed when you smooched the head of his pretty dick. Dazai twitched at the sight, he bucked his hips in the air and thrusted into your hand. You pushed him back onto the bed, using your weight to hold him down and keep him from moving too much.

The atmosphere went from rough and suffocating to sensual and tactile.

Dazai's eyebrows raised in astonishment at the feeling of your tongue running down his vein and licking a stripe back up his cock. It was so erotic watching your lips tease him when he ached for some more action.

He mumbles something incomprehensible and quickly his vision flickers. He opens his mouth and he trembles, his thighs clench around your arms, but you push them back, allowing yourself more space to reward him for his patience.

"G-Gonna!-" he cut himself off and throbbed in your hand. The release that pent up inside him finally spilled out along with a string of whiny moans. He's shaking, nearly convulsing and shuddering with every drop of cum that dribbles down on your hand.

You move in, craning your head over his. Your lips are close and you don't take your eyes off his.

He looks desperate, and needy for a sign of reassurance from you. He's tired, scruffy, drained.

You don't say a single word and lean down to kiss the side of his nose, humming melodically to soothe his heart.

"...Are you gonna keep annoying me after this?"

"Mmm, no. Not if you agree to have more fun with me in the future." he smirks weakly.

Your lips part, but you again, stay silent for a moment. You thought things over. Maybe hooking up with Dazai once in a while wouldn't be horrible.

"Yeah, sure. Just don't act like a brat tomorrow."

Dazai closed his eyes, happily humming and sighing. It was a very nice sight. He was really pretty. Those brown locks fell perfectly over his face and on the pillows underneath his head.

You plopped next to him. It was dead silent as if time had stopped. You look over at Dazai, and instead of being engulfed by that burning annoyance, you melt. Maybe the annoying bit of his personality was crucial to making you like him, too.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook:Sugar & Spice (Intro)

In which Jungkook really wants people to love you just as much as he does - or maybe not.

Tags/Warnings: Raccoon Hybrid!Reader x Idol!Jungkook, established relationship, opposites attract because I love that concept, are you tired of my hybrid stories yet because I'm not, fluff, romance, smut, jealous koo, slice of life, mild ddlg themes

Chapter length: short

Other content: Spoiled, Calm

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"I forgot.." you mumble quietly, a little ashamed about your entire situation as you've just had to explain to your boyfriend that yes, you've just gotten your period, and yes- you've probably now stained his nice expensive little sofa in his studio.

"It's fine, see?" He mumbles before casually wiping the leather with a tissue before throwing it into the trashcan nearby. "Didn't even stain at all. Do you wanna go change?" He asks casually, looking at you - before he clicks his tongue, the clear waters in your eyes a telltale sign of your typically emotional reaction to things like these. "Come here, crybaby, everything's fine!" He laughs a little, letting you cling onto him as you hide in embarrassment.

"I don't feel good." You whine into his chest, and he chuckles.

"I know baby." He says, as he pats your head. "You wanna go wash up?"

"But I don't have anything to change.." you complain, now getting even more frustrated.

"Bullshit. I've got your pyjama pants here somewhere-" He says, parting from you to search for the clothing item before he crawls.. underneath his desk?

"What're you doing, Kookie?" You giggle a little, watching him pull out a simple black canvas bag that he opens the zipper of.

"Excuse me? You think after what- 4 years I wouldn't be prepared for shit like this?" He proudly claims, before holding up one of your period-slash-heat pull ups- something you've been horrified of telling him about the first two years of your relationship with him, too fearful of how he might react to it. But you've learned soon enough that while Jungkook does sometimes get a little mean in his fun with others around him, he's not a bad guy at all. He's just a bit clumsy at times.

"Why do you have them here?" You whine, grabbing after the pair he's got in his hand.

"Why not?" He shrugs. "Your heats can start random as shit, and your periods are even worse. Better safe than sorry." He simply answers, closing the bag and shoving it back underneath the desk. "Now go change, I'll prepare the couch so you can nap." He jokes, smacking your thigh as you get up to follow his word.

Pulling out a blanket, he puts everything he knows you'll appreciate where he thinks it'll be good, before he checks his phone.

Only recently, he's gone public. While fans knew you existed, they didn't know much about you, nor that you and Jungkook weren't just platonic but a genuine relationship. And while he'd been prepared for what surely was to come, he'd been surprised by the welcoming reaction of the fans, many already expecting it and others defending that he's a person who deserves a private life.

And so, he's been more open with you, company even allowing you to now be seen in behind the scenes footage, and even publishing professional photos from backstage of you. People became pretty much just as charmed as he himself had been years ago- happily accepting you as a part of it all now, and he couldn't have been luckier.

But at the same time, he starts feeling just a little upset at the comments some fans keep repeating.

"She's so cute, I wish I had a hybrid like her!"

"Honestly though, if hybrids were allowed to be idols, she'd definitely be the visual of the generation!"

"She kind of seems almost too nice for Jungkookie~!"

"You think she ever feels lonely at home? I mean, he's at work all the time.."

"Jungkookie?" You ask, and he snaps his head up from his phone, boiling emotions quickly forgotten at the sight of you holding your fluffy striped tail in your hands. "Can you take a nap with me?" You wonder quietly, and he internally swells with pride.

"Of course, baby bear." He chuckles before joining you on the couch, holding you close and tightly just how he knows you like it. Does he leave you alone too much? Do you feel lonely sometimes? He's interested in the answer, but scared of it just as much- so he won't ask the questions. He'll just hold you, love you, and care for you.

Because the love you have is special, and nothing will break you both apart. Not time, not work, and for sure, not his career.

Hopefully.

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[castlebyersafterdark]

you not being alone in your unrestrained appreciation of this man:

https://www.tumblr.com/henbeaka/754216657617092608/we-are-all-will-byers-internally?source=share

if will doesnt draw mike laid out with nothing on sometime somewhere in his life, it will be a goddamn tragedy (has titanic really ruined this trope by making it a joke? doesnt matter cos titanic wont be out until 97 and are byler even going to see it at the movies? hmmm im not sure. maybe will sneaks away to see it cos mike scorns, or drags him along and mike is mortified by how much he liked it

i mean they are both swooning at leo di caprio, let's not lie to ourselves)

even funnier possibility: will steals jon's camera to take saucy pics of mike but forgets to figure out developing them, then jon develops the print and his eyes are burned from his skull (phoebe from friends voice ''ahhhhh my eyes! my eyes!'')

Are you kidding me? Absolutely. I'd say getting to draw Mike in all his naked glory is one of Will's top fantasies. Our soulful little artist. He'd have dreamt of this, years of watching Mike and sketching him. Quick little studies of his profile when they're hanging out and his sketchbook is present. And then there are the secret, indulgent drawings that he feels somewhat ashamed about, in his private sketchbook hidden in a tear in his mattress he'd cut years ago. But they get together and grow comfortable with each other. Will draws Mike. A lot. But now Mike sits for him, poses under Will's instruction. Mike, who can't sit still, but can sit still for Will. It's an excuse to stare at him.

One day Will shyly asks Mike to take his shirt off as he draws. He just wants to practice on anatomy, he swears is his excuse. Sure. Mike doesn't let that comment slide 🤭 But Will sketches him, both are blushing all the while. The art sessions get bolder. Instead of the chair, Mike lounges on the bed. Ditches his shirt automatically. Will almost can't get the words out when he asks him to take off his pants the next time. And another time - everything. It's vulnerable. Tense. Intimate, to be completely exposed under an artist's gaze. Eyes roving over all that beautiful, pale skin and the dark curls all over his chest and lower. Putting pencil to paper to capture and draw the most intimate parts of his lover. Mike's confidence grows over time when he looks at Will's drawings, sees how Will truly views him.

Will doesn't lie. And neither does his art.

Flash forward, and it's the late 90s, and our boys are cinephiles for sure. They love living in the big city, having access to so many more films. So much never reached their small town. Titanic would have reached them, though. Anywhere. It may not have been their top pick of the year, but it's a pop culture moment and they relent and grab some tickets to check out the hype. The movie is breaking countless records and reviews say that it is a technical marvel in film-making. Mike has a secret guilty pleasure for romcoms (if it's heavy on the com! he insists. Will lets him believe that's the whole truth) and he's willing to branch out from sheer curiosity, while Will does love a historical drama, heavy emphasis on the drama. If it ends up cheesy or boring, the two of them always have fun sharing mocking commentary whispered in each other's ear. So, they're both a little shocked to find themselves swept up in the sincere romance portion of the movie, and both keep looking at each other with eyes that just say everything, smirking about their new mutual crush on mister Leo. What a cutie. And then - the draw me like one of your French girls scene. Mike squeaks a laugh during that scene and claps a hand over his mouth as he giggles out of his control and Will whips his head to stare at him. They know. They fucking know what they are. How many times have they done this? Mike, laid out and posed on the bed as Will traces soft graphite across paper as his eyes trace the sharp angles and lines of Mike's body. It's a random Wednesday and they're at a theater in Chelsea, one of their favorites. They don't have to worry as much there, and have been holding hands since they took their seats. Mike pulls the ultimate date-move and stretches, and his arm re-positons across Will's shoulders. He pulls him close and leans over to place a kiss to his neck just as Rose is retying her robe and admiring Jack's sketch. "When we get home, will you draw me like--" and he doesn't get to finish as Will cuts him off with a kiss and the world's fondest eye roll.

[briefcasejuice]

𝐢𝐢. daredevil headcanons!

a giant list of comic, live action, etc. daredevil headcanons i've been growing in a twitter thread since late august. > part 𝐢. | masterlist

COMIC/LIVE ACTION AMBIGUOUS

matt's the kind of person that speaks through their yawns; like he’d be mid-sentence and yawn, he doesn't wait for it to be over till he starts talking again.

matt has auditory hallucinations of his dad's voice when he's sleep deprived and his dad's is the only face he dreams about.

matt texts with full punctuation proper caps and everything, foggy texts with full punctuation but uses a lot of shortenings and emojis, karen doesn't have auto capitalization on but uses full punctuations and cute emojis; she’s a white heart user.

matt soothes a hand over his beard (or chin if he’s going clean shaven) when he's thinking (the way charlie cox does in interviews).

foggy played the acoustic guitar in college (to get girls of course).

foggy has one those dad phone cases with the flap that goes over the screen. matt would've gotten one but it's annoying to handle as a blind person.

matt talks in his sleep; sometimes it's cases he's working on, sometimes it's random phrases like, “gotta keep you safe”, “he's behind there” and other times it's just stupid stuff related to whatever dream he’s having.

every time matt's ‘dead’ or missing, foggy quotes thurgood marshall to himself whenever he misses him, is in a situation where he would usually ask matt for advice or just needs a little support.

matt picks up a lot of foggy's speech patterns and doesn't even notice it (autism).

even though matt wears his glasses a lot, if you've known him long enough you can tell he'd been crying because his nose goes temporarily red for a day after he has a really good cry.

foggy has an extensive dad joke notebook. matt actually learned to read ink with his fingers by stealing jokes from the book.

matt used to hang out with an older stray cat when he was younger, before he was blinded and after he was blinded, for every cat he met, he pictured them as that childhood cat.

matt takes whatever foggy hands him almost on instinct and it’s lead to some really funny scenarios like matt holding all of foggy's belonging in his arms in the middle of a colombia courtyard because foggy can't find something in his bag. he also gets this ultra serious look on his face whenever he takes the items like foggy's trusting him with the world.

COMIC

matt's definitely the type of guy to stand in the living room listening to news on the television for 40 mins — dad style.

matt, foggy and kirsten listen to abba; they’re huge fans.

matt is a certified dark chocolate guy, karen is a milk chocolate gal, foggy will have any kind.

you tell mike and matt apart by which one has smile lines around his eyes.

the reason matt keeps changing the shape of his glasses is because he keeps losing them. whether it be around the city or just random shenanigans of putting it down and forgetting about it.

mike says, “matt jumpscare” whenever matt enters a room he's in.

before stick found matt, mike taught him how to do spinning tricks with his cane. after stick found him, matt became super good at it and taught mike some new tricks. mike noticed the sudden uptake in skill but didn't comment on it cause matt was already good at everything plus at least he was learning cool new stuff out of it.

matt hates lollipops; it's just sucking on your own saliva to him and he doesn't want to be tasting himself (in this context).

both matt and mike have really distinct laughs; matt's is very sudden, enunciated and his head gets thrown back while mike's is like a snort-giggle before he full of laughs and he bites his lip on a smile at the end of it.

sam's workplace once handed out father's day mugs but he doesn't... y’know so he passed it onto matt. matt didn't know it said ‘happy father's day! best dad ever!’ until mike used it. matt had gotten upset because it's his favourite mug and mike was like, “matt, what the fuck, why's your favourite mug the father's day mug?” and matt goes, “the what mug?”

definitely unrelated but after that, matt started buying things for sam which sam thought was really random but it was usually just items matt came across in stores that reminded him of sam.

both matt and mike mimic/mock people with a whiny voice to make fun of them. foggy hates it ‘cause they do it to him (affectionately) the most.

matt uses mike and (or) foggy as sensory anchors.

mike used to be so annoyed at having to 'drag his brother around' after matt was blinded but soon, he got used to it and was really jealous when matt started gravitating towards foggy and trusting foggy to lead him.

matt dreams about mike sometimes which can get really funny because even as adults, mike still has the same 9 year old face in his dreams.

mike got pretty good as acting for matt early on because they'd switch places a lot; it only got more complicated when matt was blinded and suddenly they had to worry about a lot of things only matt could or would need to do. in soule's run mike (spawns) begins existing with an identical pair of matt's glasses — i like to think it's a product of that. matt buys two lots of pairs of the same glasses for a multitude of reasons but one of them's always set apart for mike, not just only in case he needs to act as him but also because they actually take a weird sort of pride in being twins.

LIVE ACTION

matt and foggy would go to ihop in their pjs after doing unintentional all nighters in college.

foggy’s tackled matt into a hug while he had an injury multiple times before and it hurt but matt dare not say it did ‘cause foggy’ll feel bad then order him to stay home.

matt has a slight lisp.

matt and karen like dark chocolate, foggy likes milk and dark (in that order) but will eat whatever's there.

foggy used to say 'dude' a lot when he was younger; brett and matt still make fun of him for it.

karen goes as rapunzel for halloween every year.

matt obviously didn't know they were getting the nelson and murdock sign in 1.09 so: foggy and karen would whisper in foggy's office about ordering it and where to hide it once it gets here etc., matt knew of course he just couldn't let them know he knew because it would ruin the surprise for them.

emergency ice packs (& other medical supplies, lollipops included) in the office.

foggy mimic/mocks people with a whiny voice to make fun of them.

buying silk sheets was one of those 'when i get my first paycheck!' type promises for matt until he met stick who drilled it into his head that he didn't need nor deserve that kind of comfort and he went for a futon (canon). after elektra, when he started forcibly growing older because of the trauma their relationship left behind and the corrupted closure of his father's death he started dreaming like that again and did indeed buy silk sheets with his first paycheck from landman and zack; granted, it was most of his paycheck.

[smhtaehyung]

6 hours ➣ HOUR 5

hour 1, hour 2, hour 3, hour 4

Summary: the party finally quiets down. You run into Jungkook to have a talk. Finally realizing your sudden attraction towards Taehyung was real, you decide to do something about it.

Masterlist - under construction

Pairings: fuckboy!tae x reader, crush!jk x reader,  jm x crush!reader , hoseok x random

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3k

Genre: smut, college au, nonidol!au, love cube sorta thing

warnings: alcohol use, drug use, slight existential angst, innapropriate sexual comments, graphic depictions of smut, fingering, oral (f. m. recieving), kinky dares, slut shaming, protected sex, overstimulation, thigh kink, dirty talk, spit kink, multiple orgasms, degrading,  face fucking >> reader is in love with jk, jimin is in love with a reader, taehyung is just there being hot and flirty.

Taglist: (at the bottom) If you want to be in the taglist, reply to this post or dm me to stay updated :)

Chapter 6 release:

17th of October > 11 pm (CET)

Hour 5

"Climax hour"

Time: [ 4:17 AM ]

Every party must reach its end. Sometimes, parties end abruptly, making you realize you've been talking with a stranger for the past two hours not noticing your friends leave. Some parties start, continue and end without anything happening really. Those parties are forgettable. Taehyung's party was making you overthinking it even though you were still there. Maybe it was your brain, defending itself from possible drama, putting you in a state of - all this shit happened - let's get over it - how do we do that?

Constant loops.

You couldn't really remember the last time you were at a party after 4 AM, so you could say total exhaustion was present in your mind and body. It was difficult to manage your thoughts, your intoxication fading away but leaving you with a pit in your stomach. Sitting at the top of the stair case, everything started to settle in. The sudden moment of realization hit you. Still, you couldn't believe so many things could happen in one night. Finding out your best friend had a crush on you in the midst of you fooling around with your crush who was not as shy as he turned out to be. Then, there was the dreaded realization of you making the wrong judgement over their friend who just wanted to make you laugh. And went to the extreme to do so. So there you were, feeling like a whore without a best friend, chasing a dude who gave you some sense of comfort in one of the most turbulent nights of your life.

Then you saw Tae. You saw him walking around the kitchen, some of the makeup on his face smudging off. He looked like a mess, but a cute one at that.

You just observed him, hoping he'd want to find you again. But in that moment, you thought Taehyung gave up. Maybe it was the night sky that wasn't as dark anymore. Maybe it was you, since you had a feeling you mentally drained Taehyung, edging him the entire night. Or just maybe he gave up on chasing, finding some quiet in the kitchen since the music seemed to be at the lower volume, finally.

This position gave you a great view of the party. Or the afterparty that seemed to slowly take its tired toll on you.

People were starting to leave, saying their goodbyes with Taehyung, complementing him for being such a great host, when he really did nothing. Once again Taehyung put on a fake smile, nodding to the people who seemed to hype him up.

Deep in thought and observation of Taehyung's character, you were thrown out of it once someone familiar sat next to you.

"Hey." Jungkook's voice was slightly raspy by this point.

"Just wanted to say bye before I leave." He nervously played with his lip ring.

"That's considerate." You laughed through the awkwardness.

Jungkook noticed the silence as you two observed the aftermath of a party downstairs. He giggled once he saw you were looking at Taehyung and him only.

"What?" You smiled back at him, not knowing why he was giggling.

"He likes you. Well, they both do." Jungkook's tone was quite direct, causing you to grow slightly nervous.

"Did you talk to Jimin?" You used the same direct way of speaking he usually did, catching him off guard. He smirked at your attempt.

"I did, just now. He's taking a nap in the guest room before walking home. Needs that energy I guess." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Is he really okay after your talk?"

"Well..." Jungkook sighed and continued.

"We talked. He was mad. I apologized. Hugged it out. Time will show. I have nothing to say more, I'm just happy I didn't ruin our friendship."

"He wants to walk you home later. Just ask him. He doesn't want to lose you. He's just really bad at saying this to you right now." Jungkook's soft tone really made you feel as if things are going to be okay. You liked his calm presence.

"I will." You nodded.

"Well...I'll see you around." Jungkook got up and smiled, taking a step down.

"Jungkook."

"Yeah?" He turned around.

"Thanks." You smiled, he smiled back as you both waved to each other. You were glad things didn't turn out awkward after your fooling around. Guess you were just in right place at the right time and the rest remained history. Still, you felt as if you could finally move on. As shallow as it all unveiled in the most horrid ways, you had one more itch in your mind. Seeing Taehyung's real smile and most importantly - checking if that weird feeling in your stomach around you grew stronger, because yours truly did.

Downstairs, trapped in his own moment of realization for about half an hour already, Jimin's words echoed through Taehyung's worn out mind after their talk in the bathroom.

Taehyung hugged Jungkook, patting him on the shoulder. Jungkook talked shortly about some things to Taehyung but you could not eavesdrop at all. No strength for even trying. Jungkook gave you one last glance at the door, smiling. With that peculiar smile, he left. You took a deep breath, finally being able to focus on your thoughts. The guy drinking water at the kitchen counter downstairs with clown makeup was the only person you wanted be around at that moment.

There was something awfully desperate about the time 4 AM at every party. Definitely too late to be awake with definitely no more room left for any excesses.

After such a turbulent night, you felt worn out already from having so many different conversations.

The music that was hours prior inviting you was at this hour irritating your whole body, even though the volume was mellow. The alcohol doing it's job of messing up your well being. Only one desire was left for you - total and complete silence.

You were so eager to find silence that you stopped looking for Jimin, following Jungkook's advice of meeting him later.

It seemed quite absurd the entire night, his feelings for you making you suddenly feel pain the same way he felt pain.

You noticed Taehyung by the staircase, standing alone, his lips formed into a straight line.

"Tae." You softly pulled on his sleeve.

"Yeah?" He softly spoke, completely still once realizing how close you were standing, basically leaning against him.

"I want to go somewhere more quiet. Can you help me? I can also help you get off that crime of makeup off your face." You held his hand, making him chuckle.

Taehyung hated that the alcohol slightly wore off already. He hated how now if he did anything with you he would be considered a bad friend to Jimin, and he was well aware of it. The alcohol wearing off was making hungry and he wanted to blame alcohol for wanting you so bad but knew that sounded like bullshit even to him. Now that the intoxication wasn't present, he wanted you even more.

"Follow me." He let go of your hand, walking upstairs.

Walking behind him, after a long night, you truly felt safe in his presence.

Second time tonight being in his room felt quite different. Progression from closet onto the bed.

"You're not that bad, you know?"

"I know I'm not, you just didn't want to listen."

You took a some toilet paper and soaked it with body-wash and water, reminding you of a thought of you hating the fact guys never own anything to take your makeup off at their place.

You started to rub off the circles on his cheeks. He was so handsome even when he was tired, his face so soft. He closed his eyes. You were completely enticed by him, your attraction finally reaching his level. You slid onto him, sitting on top. He was startled for only a second before he spoke up.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Where did you even find this lipstick?" You giggled casually, trying to avoid the situation of you sitting on him.

"I asked so many girls...none of them was simple enough to just let me borrow it. Like I had no idea drunk girls were so protective about their lipsticks. But this one girl gave it to me...but I had to explain that I was trying to impress a really cute girl."

"Well, you impressed her. I'd totally just give it to you, no questions asked."

"Really?" Taehyung gulped.

"Yeah, like If I was shitfaced and a guy wanted to borrow a lipstick, I would love to see if the guy gave my lipstick some grace at the party."

"Knew you were still fun." Taehyung smiled as you looked down, trying to force your smile into a straight line.

There it was. His real smile. It made you finally act upon your thoughts.

You kissed Taehyung softly, catching him off completely off guard. Soon, you felt his muscles relax, deepening the kiss on his own. Your lips pressed against his finally gave him some sort of relief. Some sort of comfort he hasn't really gotten from you. You licked the bottom of his lip, his mouth opening. His tongue found yours, fighting for dominance.

Your head hit the soft pillow as Taehyung hovered on top of you, leaving kisses down your neck and exposed collarbones. He was sliding down your dress, eager to see your exposed body. “You really should wear lipstick more often.” You pointed at the lipstick traces on your chest and neck, making him giggle. Forgetting to clean it off really gave the situation some charm.

He was squeezing your bare breasts with his big palms, causing your nipples to harden and feel pressure. You moaned, his cock twitching inside his pants.

You took it off of him, your hands immediately feeling grateful to slide up his neck and chest more easily. You moaned once you felt him cup your heat, so you helped him take off your clothes the fastest you could. Taehyung attacked your bare breasts with kisses as soon as he removed your blouse and a bra. Your nipples hardened under the touch of his lips and his saliva that coated them whole. He began sucking on your nipples, causing you to brush your heat against his gradually hardening crotch. Tae took off his pants the messiest way possible, only to keep kissing you eagerly.

He traced his finger up your barely clothed slit once your pants flew off the bed when you took them off. Tae’s finger that lazily circled your clothed nub made you spread your legs wider, feeling very needy of him. He began sucking on the soft skin of your breast as you let out breathy moans filled with pleasure. “Ahhh, Tae.” You whined, desperate to feel him more.

Suddenly, you felt more wetness seep through your panties and you drooled at the sight. Taehyung took his hard length in his hand and began rubbing it against your clothed folds in such desperation you’ve never seen before. He shut his eyes and began groaning, stroking himself only slightly to get some relief.

“Take them off., Tae.” You whined again, rolling your hips against his solid cock.

“Fuck.” He groaned and hooked his finger onto the hem of your panties, slipping them off with ease. You both breathed into each other’s mouth once he began rubbing his bare throbbing member against your bare pussy.

Taehyung shut his eyes and begged for you to slide onto him. You clung onto his neck and hair with your arms and wrapped your legs around his waist, knowing that position would make him bury himself even further. He took a second to succeed in detaching his lips from yours, putting on a condom. Taehyung then finally buried his cock in you, making you moan at the stretch.

His long and hard length gave off a sensation you never experienced before as the natural lubricant of your core made everything so much easier. You couldn't remember the time you were this wet. His hard tip poked the back of you, making you choke a moan out. Taehyung adored the new sensation even more, feeling your tight folds clench around him hard. No one was stealing you away from him now. Both of you were completely united with each other and it felt better than imagined.

He started rocking his hips inside of you, his tip becoming more sensitive every time he’d hit the back of your walls. You moaned in pleasure, pulling him in for a kiss with every few thrusts. “Oh God, you're so tight.” He groaned, speeding up the pace by rocking his hips harder and faster into you, completely filling you up.

His hand moved to your side, slowly rocking himself inside of you, quietly groaning. Turning your head to the side, mouth found one of his digits, sucking on it.

The sloppy wet sounds filled the room that matched with your whines and Taehyung’s groans.

He started kissing your neck again, biting down on the soft flesh. The harder you kept pulling his hair, the faster he began fucking into you, causing your breasts to bounce up and down. He straightened his back, the position of it helping him to speed up his pace. He kept biting his lip and shutting his eyes over the sight of how much you loved his big member filling you up. Taehyung used his hand to rub circles onto your clit. He completely speed up the pace of penetrating your womanhood, making you uncontrollably moan. “Your whining is so hot, baby girl.” He groaned, fucking into your tight entrance even harder. The moment and the feeling of it all arousing him so much, Taehyung had to stop and grip himself for a second to get composed.

He stopped thrusting into you very abruptly, leaving you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Then he placed a small peck onto your lips before going in for a long gentle kiss that left you lingering for more. "Stopped not to come?” You giggled in a adoring manner. “Yup.” He directly answered, making you giggle into his chest. You playfully slapped his shoulder and pulled him in for another kiss, feeling him slowly rock his hips back and forth inside of you. He stopped again for another few seconds, keeping his dick buried deep inside of you. You began clenching around him on purpose, causing him to moan instantly. “D-don’t do that. I don’t want to c-come yet.” He shut his eyes, gripping your hip to keep you in place as a warning sign.

You kept kissing him for distraction, and felt proud once you realised it worked. Taehyung teased himself long enough to hold back his orgasm, so he was back at it, rocking his hips inside of you. You began moaning once you started feeling his big member twitch inside of you, loving the way it filled you up with every thrust. “Ahh, fuck that.” He denied his own wish, the need to fuck you restlessly occupying his mind. Taehyung hooked your leg around his waist again, speeding up his pace by fucking into you with no hesitation. You kept whining and moaning, your voice turning him on to the point he couldn’t even explain anymore. He wished he could have always heard your sweet moans, and he wished he could have always re-lived the sight that was right in front of him.

“Tae, I’m so c-close.“ You kept moaning as his hand rubbed fast on your sensitive clitoris, causing your folds to clench tighter. Taehyung nodded that he was close too, his words barely audible from all that groaning. You arched your back and shut your eyes all your erogenous zones awakening as the spasming of your muscles began hitting every pleasurable nerve inside your body. You clenched so hard around Tae, he knew that was his cue to climax too.

"Oh, fuck." He moaned as he kept slamming his hips into you, his length reaching deep inside of you.

All the sexual tension throughout the night was finally reaching just what it needed. Your tangled bodies, sharing that comfort your found in each other, even though it appeared this night. This long, wild night was making you believe you learned stuff about Taehyung's character more than you've known him.

Taehyung finally reached his orgasm, keeping eyecontact with you as he jerked himself in you for those last few thrusts. You clung hard onto him, turning your head to the left.

Then it finally hit you. The dawn was slowly creeping up on you. Taehyung's room was illuminated by this flourescent blue light you only saw in movies with way too many artistic color theory shots. Taehyung's warm body laying on top of you, his heart racing incredibly fast.

There was only one more thing to do before leaving the party.

Watching that damned sunset, enjoy the silence and remember all the events occuring the previous night. And then replay them.

"Let's go on the balcony." You whispered to Taehyung, placing a kiss onto his cheek.

He of course, followed you like a puppy.

FINAL CHAPTER

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[kisses-4-loki]

It comes to a head when someone makes an especially gross comment about Loki’s alleged affair with a frost giant. They say it in front of Fandral, implying he’s stupid for staying with Loki, and he’s had enough.

He drags the guy all the way through the court to Odin, and basically demands Odin banish or execute him or he never sees the baby again.

Odin just nods quickly because he’s a little scared of Fandral

Some random court guy: hehe isn't it so funny that the Prince was fucked by a frost giant! and Fandral is staying with him. Its like he can't even see it-

Fandral, eye twitching: oh nah

He then DRAGS this man from the town to the council chambers, throwing him in front of Odin. But odin and court guy are like oshit, and then Fandral goes on a long rant about how he's committing treason and speaking poorly of the royal family. Loki is sitting in on the court today while frigga watches the baby, so he is just giggling the whole time, so so fond of his husband.

Fandral DEMANDS that the man is executed, or at least banished, and Odin who is now embarrassed in front of his entire council and unable to disagree has the guy banished. He is VERY afraid of the look in Fandrals eyes. also, thor is glaring at the man as well now, which does not bode well, and he'd rather the man banished or executed by the government than murdered by his eldest son.