#my neck hurts like hell as im typing this i spent a while on that gif aaa

[sirenspells]

MONTY!! @misty-wisp‘s boy but he’s a cat!!

Monty my beloved, drew him a cat design for the sillies but it was actually a lot of fun! Also fun little gif of him and Hero (design also by me)

[gummygowon]

cute relationship things with ateez!

genre: fluff (a lot)

warnings: none :)

established relationship!

a/n: i meant to post this like two weeks ago but i never finished it so consider this an early valentine’s day gift <3 ;) 

seonghwa:

for some reason, i feel like seonghwa likes to read books

with that being said, on lazy days where you guys didn’t want to get up and do anything

you guys would read books !!!

before you guys would read some were recommendations from each other on your own

and then maybe rant to each other over little details about the book like how the main character went back to their toxic ex or how the ending of a book was so bad

“seonghwa, how did you even read this?!? the stupid ass main character keeps going back to that one jerk! like does she not realize she deserves more than his ugly ass???!!!?”

“y/n, just keep reading.” 

“but hwa-”

turns out the main character got with the other woman yayyyyy!!! fuck shitty men

i don’t know how it happened but you guys started your own little book club with each other

so you guys could finally talk rant together at the same time about the book

so since you guys started to read the same book and if you guys found down time together you would read together

like, imagine it’s a peaceful friday night

seonghwa is back from work and so are you

you guys already showered and ate dinner

you’re just reading and then seonghwa just scoops you up and then puts you in between his legs with your back against his chest

and you’re like “wtf bro?”

and he’s just like, “what? i wanna read too???”

“didn’t you like read ahead tho??”

“yeah, but i wanna read it again.”

that was a fatass lie

he just wanted to be close to you 

hongjoong:

ok so, we all know that this man is hella busy all the time

mans is the leader, song writer, producer, dancer, rapper (which is why he is good at all positions)

but you were patient with him and whenever he goes days without seeing you due to his busy ass schedule he would make it up to you yk what i mean

but on the more chill days when you saw hongjoong or even the days where he was cooped in his studio (you would visit him there because sometimes you just had to see him)

you guys would just lay on the couch, just enjoying each other’s presence and not feel like you have to make up for lost time

you would be on the bottom on your phone or reading a magazine/book

then hongjoong would be at the top with his head on your stomach as he would be writing down lyrics that came to mind

killing two birds with one stone you feel me

sometimes you would show him a funny meme that you found or quote something that you just read to him 

“hongjoong, look at the way he fell!” you would be dying of laughter

and then he wouldn’t notice because he was really roped into making lyrics 

but you also didn’t see him focusing so much because you were of course laughing at the kid that accidentally got bitchslapped off the couch because of their sibling

“joongie look!!!”

“what is it?”

you would then show him what happened and then he would look at with that “you really interrupted me for this??” type of look

“i just lost my train of thought for this song because you wanted to show me this kid falling off of a couch???” 

“yes?” 

he would just bring a hand to his face and think what tf? why tf? and then slowly start laughing because of what just happened

“see, wasn’t it funny?”

“a child getting hurt isn’t funny, y/n” he would laugh while scolding you

yunho:

yunho powers im sorry for this one

alright so, it’s night time 

you guys are about to go to bed after a long day or work/school whatever

your eyes are fluttering closed because the day got you beat beat

but then yunho just kisses your face

and then you open your eyes slowly again to see yunho look like he just got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do

like imagine a kid that just got caught drawing on the walls

that’s what his face would look like

he’s just laying there like “i thought you were asleep...”

“i was just about to...”

yunho feels lowkey guilty now because you’re awake now and he knows you had a long day

he just couldn’t resist kissing you 

you just looked so pretty and peaceful sleeping 

mans was reminded by the universe themself about how lucky he was being able to date you

like, godamn what did he do in his past life to deserve you?

ok, back to this reaction idea thing-

yunho would apologize for waking you up with his cheeks a nice rosy color

you just look at him with tired eyes 

“i’ll forgive you, if you give me more kisses.”

and yunho’s smile just lights up the whole damn room and he’s like oh? say less

so he goes to kissing your face

like all over

your nose

your cheeks

forehead

basically anywhere ok?

and you end up laughing because it tickles 

but you just want him to kiss your lips which he does 

... eventually lmao

but when he does your still laughing which causes him to laugh

he tells you “i love you, did you know that?”

and you get all flustered and shit but you still keep that playful energy around 

“i love you too, but you aren’t forgiven just yet”

which leads to more kisses :))))

yeosang:

ok so you’re now the busy one

yeosang has so much respect for you because holy shit how do you balance that busy ass schedule of yours

your homework loads were no jokes 

then to add to that you have a job which was even more stressful

it was amazing how you can manage all that and still keep a smile on your face

you also had major respect for yeosang as an idol

the industry was not a place to fuck around 

you couldn’t be happier that your boyfriend was lucky enough to have a group who actually cared and supported each other

speaking of ateez, yeosang isn’t the most touchy person in the world

you didn’t mind of course, you’re the same way

however, when he did give you cuddles and kisses you would be a blushing mess

a sort of rare sight that yeosang loved to see

anyways, one night you were busy writing those argumentative essays that you were sure that your fingers would fall off by the time you were finished

you were working on it ever since you got home from school (with the occasional food and bathroom breaks )to the time when yeosang came back from practice

you moved to your shared bed by the time the sweaty boy came home and he was surprised that you were working on one subject for so long

the stupid piece was almost finished by the time yeosang was out of the shower

however, you didn’t even notice

you were too immersed in your writing to notice

yeosang took this as an opportunity to sit behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and watch over your shoulder as you worked

and of course, he would kiss your cheek occasionally

this was super sweet gesture but yeosang but you didn’t the notice that he wrapped his arms around you

“ai yah! what the hell?” you yelled and turned around to see your boyfriend clutching his chest

“oh it’s just you.”

yeosang would give you a deadpanned look and be like, “yeah, who else tf???”

you would apologize and kissing his cheek before returning to back to work 

which yeosang would return to hugging your waist and keep his head on your shoulder

and give you occasional kisses on your cheek or neck

after that night, it became a weekly occurrence

which you loved of course, who wouldn’t love their bf cuddling them while they chased their bag

san:

i am very excited for this one

ok so, san loves playing with your hair

it’s just so much fun 

running his fingers through it or just attempting to braid it or put it into a tiny ponytail

he loved it

he would probably always play with your while you were watching tv together, sitting together in the car, or even before you guys fall asleep

then one day after san came home early from work 

you guys were chilling on the bed watching the latest k-drama that came out since san made you wait so you guys could watch it together

san was in between your legs with his back leaning against your chest 

and that’s when you decided to run your fingers through his soft, fluffy hair

that’s also when san asked you to braid his hair

“sure, what type of braid though?”

“there’s different kinds????” 

“yes, san. now pick one.” you gave him your phone that was pulled up to different types braids.

“i want the french ones. they sound fancy.”

you roll your eyes and start sectioning his hair into two sections and start braiding his hair and lightly pull on the pink strands because you know san likes his hair pulled

so you doing his hair right 

and you begin rambling about your day/week

talking about whatever interesting happened to you because you know that san likes hearing you talk no matter what it’s about

however, you were knee deep into talking about the latest drama at work that you didn’t even realize that san stopped talking

“san?”

he didn’t answer and his head would be dipping down so low you were surprised you didn’t fall over

“baby?”

san still wouldn’t respond to you 

but this time he just flipped over so his head would be on your stomach as he wrapped your arms around your stomach

“mmmmmmm?”

“nevermind love, just sleep.” 

he would respond by burying his head further into your stomach and tightened his hold around you

you kissed his head and ran your fingers through his hair which lulled san to sleep even more

“goodnight sannie.”

mingi:

you have been best friends with song mingi ever since you moved into the tiny neighborhood that you call home

it all started when your parents brought you over to your next door neighbor’s house for breakfast on a cold saturday morning 

you were extremely shy when you were little so the only thing you could remember about your first experience with mingi was hiding behind your mother’s leg for the first hour of being there and watching the young boy play with his toy cars and planes before he finally offered a pirate ship to you

ever since that unforgettable saturday, you pretty much spent the rest of your childhood with mingi

you guys were practically joined at the hip 

even when you were getting endlessly teased by your classmates for the first month of school for having an accent whenever you spoke 

which resulted in you running to the bathroom crying

not even a minute later, you heard someone burst through the girls’ bathrrom

“y/n?”

you peaked your head out of the stall to see your tall neighbor looking out of breath

“mingi, you aren’t supposed to be here!” you said in between sobs

“it’s okay, i don’t care.” he said as he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you. “are you okay?”

you shook your head no looking at him with tears running down your face

the poor boy was internally freaking out since he has no clue on how to comfort people (especially if they’re a girl)

he was like eight at the time give him a little break

so of course, his first reaction was to make you laugh somehow

and he did this by randomly recreating the “boots and cats, boots and cats” rhythm after seeing siri do it in a youtube video and started to bop his head 

surprised by his sudden movements, you laughed out of pure confusion

as soon as mingi saw the corner of your lips flip upwards he began rapping faster to the point where he was gasping for breath leading him into a coughing fit 

“mingi you can breathe, y’know!” you giggled in between words

after the young boy had caught his breath from hacking away at his lungs, he smiled at you 

until- the teacher had came into the bathroom, scolding mingi for going into the girls’ restroom

even though mingi didn’t care at all that he got in trouble, the only thing he cared about was that you were feeling better

ever since then whenever you were sad or having a bad day mingi would whip out his phone and ask siri to rap while he free-styled over the monotone voice 

he literally still does it

even two years into your relationship-

“siri, can you rap for me?” mingi would ask his phone as he pointed his free arm at you

“boots and cats-”

“mingi, please no.” you laughed in between tears, your mood rising with every beat

wooyoung:

i wholeheartedly believe that wooyoung would kiss you face if you were sad

but the first time this happened, you guys were still fairly new into your relationship

which meant that you weren’t completely ready to be extremely vulnerable around wooyoung 

because in your mind, letting someone see you at your lowest lows of means that you really trust and love someone to let them see you like that

you always wanted to be known as the strong person in the friend group

you were that glue that held everyone together

always listening to others and taking care of others before yourself

which is why wooyoung fell in love with you in the first place

he had never been in a relationship where someone was so caring and thoughtful of others that he was scared that he wouldn’t be enough for you and that you deserved better

of course, he didn’t tell you that right away but he confessed to you about that wayyy later in your relationship which is another story to be told

but one day, life was coming at you so fucking fast

assignments were piling up left and right and deadlines were literally every other day

and then there seemed to be an increase in the amount of angry karens at your work

and your patience was thinning everyday with those people

then to top it all off, all the tests you’ve been studying for, you got mediocre grades, some even worse in other subjects

it just felt like no matter how much work you put into whatever you do, you got half ass results

it was just pushing your mental health further into the ground

you could handle a C every once in awhile but multiple? on back to back tests? no fucking way you just couldn’t

those stupid, dark thoughts would cloud your mind in an instant and on days like this, you would just let them consume you

you were too tired to pick yourself up again and fight back which led to you crying in wooyoung’s arms

usually, you would feel so embarrassed crying over things like this when you know other people have it worse but you couldn’t hold in it anymore 

you ranted about yourself in between your hiccups from crying which would hurt wooyoung’s heart a little bit

because he thought of you as such a strong and kind person- the complete opposite of what you were saying about yourself

so when you were done talking, wooyoung made you look at him and assured you that you were not any of those nasty things that you said about yourself

each insult turned into a thoughtful compliment accompanied by a kiss

“y/n, you are so intelligent-” 

kiss

“caring-”

kiss

“beautiful-”

kiss

“more than everything i ever wanted”

kiss

by the time wooyoung was done, you were a giggling mess

“and this is why i love you.”

he finally kissed you on your lips, smiling into it like the dork he is

it was the first ever time he told you that he loved you

jongho:

i am also a firm believer that jongho would sing his s/o to sleep

like with that heavenly voice of his, he better put them to sleep 

so on the first night you ever slept with jongho, you were too nervous to go to bed even though your body was screaming at you to close your eyes 

you kept tossing and turning every few minutes or your eyes would shoot open with your heart racing

at this point, you gave up on trying to sleep and got up (carefully to not wake up your sleeping boyfriend) to get a drink

while you were in the kitchen, clutching your chest in an effort to get yourself to calm down, jongho had stirred awake to an empty bed

a flash of panic surged through his body as he momentarily forgot where he was since he wasn’t at his dorm his room never looked this clean 

yawning, the vocalist would wander into the light with his eyes squinted, “y/n?”

“oh my god!” you jumped, water almost spilling out your glass

jongho covered his ears, “what are you doing up?”

“oh,” you felt your cheeks turn red since you felt bad for waking your boyfriend up. “i can’t sleep.”

“why?” he asked, walking towards the couch.

“i don’t know.” you answered as you followed close behind. 

you curled up next to jongho, clutching his shirt “i’m sorry for waking you up.”

jongho smiled tiredly at you before kissing your head, “don’t be. it’s okay. i don’t have work tomorrow anyways.”

you smiled in response before the two of you guys fell into a silence

“do you want me to sing you to sleep?”

“yes, please.” you murmured into his side as jongho placed his other arm around you, successfully trapping you in between his arms

he began singing softly into your ear as he stroked your hair

his warm voice coaxing your eyes to close 

at last, your mind was at peace with itself

your heart beat slowing down

and by the time the song was finished you were fast asleep in arms

jongho kissed your forehead once more 

“i love you.”

[wizardcommune]

gundham sfw alphabet

pairing - gundham tanaka x gn!reader

warnings - none!!

word count - 1.8k

a/n - FUCK YEAH GUNDHAM (also i apologize, i got lazy near the end)

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

in the beginning of the relationship, he would definitely be very hesitant to show physical or verbal affection since it wasn’t something he was used to. he’d show his love with acts of service and giving, most likely. (giving his s/o one of the devas if he knew they’d be separated for a short period of time, bringing them small trinkets he found like pretty rocks or bones, helping them with homework, etc.)

as time goes on, though, he’d become more comfortable with showing physical affection and would grow to become a huge cuddle bug!!! please hug him for me

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

literally the coolest friend ever. especially if you had an alternative fashion sense, he’d be so down to go clothes shopping with you LMAO

if you were okay initiating physical affection outside of a romantic relationship, and were able to make him comfortable with that, he’d totally be That Friend who cuddles with you all the time!! he’d never mention it though, and would die on impact if you brought it up in front of any of his other friends/classmates

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

once he’s comfortable with it, yeah! he’s definitely super touch starved because of him not having friends most of his life, so having someone to cuddle would make his brain go ^^^^^

honestly, he’s good with any position so it’s up to his s/o. he prefers being able to see their face, though

the first time he ever cuddled with them he cried :(( shh don’t tell anyone though

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

man that’s his DREAM!! the idea of just getting to live with his s/o + animals makes his serotonin machine go BRR

honestly, i think he would fucking suck at cooking. baking, however. :))

because of having to clean up after his animals and keep things out of their way, he would naturally be a pretty neat person out of habit!! i don’t think he’d mind too much if his s/o was messy though.

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I DIDNT DO THIS ONE BECAUSE IT MADE ME SAD IM SORRY

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

gundham already sets up so many walls, and for his s/o to be able to break those down would already mean he’d be willing to commit. i don’t think he would ever just like.... date random people for funsies, so being in a romantic relationship with someone is already so big to him.

honestly, i can’t see him being the type to want to get married. he’d definitely want to settle down! but the idea of having a traditional wedding stresses him out. (of course, that doesn’t mean he’d be any less committed :))

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

dealing with small animals like the devas has left him gentle by nature!! he doesn’t even notice it, but he is always extremely careful with his s/o with the subconscious fear of accidentally hurting them/scaring them off :(

emotion wise, i think it’d be the same. when he cares about someone (whether it be romantic or platonic) he’s always cautious of teasing them too much since he knows that it can hurt sometimes. 

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

HE FUCKINGNF LOVES HUGS

they’re probably SO good too, like he’s the type to give those hugs that make you feel so safe. full on wraps his arms completely around you and rests his head on yours if you’re shorter (since he’d such a fucking giraffe my god)

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

it would definitely take a while for gundham to admit it. i can see him saying it on accident, like when he thinks you’re sleeping or not paying attention to him. he’d also need a lot of reassurance afterwards, just because of that initial fear of rejection

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

if he sees someone flirting with his s/o and they’re uncomfortable, he’ll immediately wrap an arm around their shoulder.

“they said they’re taken, respect that knave.”

sometimes he does get insecure that’s he’s too much for his s/o, considering he’s an evil tyrant, and that they might want to leave him for someone who’s..... not an evil tyrant.... (once again, please give him a hug)

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

like i said before, he’s very gentle when it comes to affection so his kisses are vv soft!! he’ll always hold their chin or one of their hands.

his favorite places to kiss his s/o are probably their forehead and hands!!

he loves being kissed everywhere, but he really likes neck kisses and any kisses around his face :^)

l = little ones (How are they around children?)

he’s great with kids!! he’d tell them stories of how he defeated different warlocks that tried to test him, or giant manticores he tamed.

i think he’d really like kids too, mostly because they’re so easy to impress LMAO

it inflates his ego a little bit whenever one gets really into one of his stories

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

if he wakes up before his s/o, he’d gently pull them into a hug while he waits for them to wake up (sobbing)

morning voice morning voice morning voice morning voice morning v

he memorized how his s/o likes their tea/coffee and will make it really groggily HAHA

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

okokok hear me out

i think that gundham is a really good singer, so he would 100% sing u to sleep

he’d be embarrassed as hell though LMAOO

he’d probably cuddle them before they fall asleep and talk about each other’s days or just random stuff until they get tired

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

i think a few months into their friendship? he would talk about his childhood randomly, but would prefer if they don’t make a huge deal about it.

he’d open up more if his s/o did first! he would take it as they trust him enough to talk about it.

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

it depends on the person! with someone like hiyoko, he can get pissed pretty quickly, but his patience is VERY thick with his s/o. generally, it takes a lot to anger him. 

that being said, if they put themself in danger he would get ticked off out of fear.

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

especially in the beginning of their relationship when he was hesitant about physical/verbal affection, he would focus heavily on listening to them. he really wanted to show them that he respects them a lot, and remembering small things they mentioned would convey that well.

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

after coming out of the shower, he walked in to see them asleep on his couch with the devas curled up on top of their chest. he went to go lay down with them and it just kind of.. hit him. that he wasn’t alone anymore and they loved and were there for him. :( 

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

he’s very protective!! (especially if you’re in the killing game) the thought of something happening to you is his worst fear. 

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

ALL THE EFFORT

if his s/o asks him to do something in passing, you BET he’s gonna make sure he does his best

he keeps track of anniversaries/important dates religiously because he’s terrified of accidentally forgetting LMAO

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

sometimes i think he might come off as cold when embarrassed because his persona is so important to him, but if they expressed being upset he would backtrack SO fast

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

not very much?? like, i think he would brag about his hair or something sometimes but he’s always joking LMAO

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes and no? if something ever happened to his s/o, he would feel horribly empty for a time. but i also think that being in a relationship could help him not feel so lonely and teach him better ways to take care of himself, so if they were to ever split he would be able to heal after he got over the initial sadness.

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

he’s a Mitski Understander (TM) his favorite songs are crack baby, pink in the night, and i bet on losing dogs, i’m up for debate

and yes i absolutely will be making a gundham playlist

i don’t know if this counts since i’m 90% projecting, but i hc him as trans and ND so like. solidarity if you are too wink wonk

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

a/n - just so everyone knows, i honestly think every character would be fine with any type of person since projecting is so important to a lot of us. these are just my personal headcanons, and if they don’t apply to you please don’t take it personally!! <3

i think he would really want a kind s/o. especially with what he’s been through, someone who’s gentle/patient would mean the world to him

also someone who likes animals!! they mean so much to him and were basically his entire life until he met the others, so having someone who shared that interest would make him so happy

z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

it’s not uncommon for him to sleep with his animals!! he mostly just sleeps with the devas though; he would probably place them near his head or on his chest so he wouldn’t accidentally roll on them.

he also really likes cuddling with his s/o when they sleep! he wouldn’t mind being the big or little spoon, either.

[cottoncandy-jester]

✨Lie down darling it's time for a dream✨

Faking it pt 2(mom squad)

Thought i would do a part two except with the mom squad cause...yeah i like the thought of this scenario plus yaku makes my heart race

This is very much 18+ also like before reader is a girl

Sugawara koushi

Okay so starting with sugamama

he knows something isn't quite right when you guys do it mostly cause he knows your body

He knows your soft spots and little twitches during climax

Hell he knows the exact moan you maie when cumming

He is the type to catch you redhanded

Like when you guys do it and you claim to cum

He just stares at you for a looong time before giving you a look that just oozes with "you sure bout that?"

Honestly he is pretty upset that you would just lie right infront of him

He calls you out and when you try to come up with some excuse he doesn't want to hear it

"c-cumming! A-ah koushi!"

Your loud whine and arching of your back made the male above you grunt lowly as he cummed inside you but something wasn't quite right. There was no tight clenching feeling around his cock and the way you looked under him made him question the words that just spilled from your lips

"you came?"

His question made you shudder as you looked into his eyes only to see darkness staring back at you, he was dead serious and it was a little scary. As you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned up kissing his lips quickly a soft laugh escaped you

"of course I did koushi! What a weird question"

Your playful tone made him relax but something still wasn't right, he knew your body almost better than you did. He knew what you having an orgasm felt like and that did not feel like that, as he stared at you a feeling of embarrassment and pain flooded him at the thought of you faking an orgasm, was he that bad at sex now?

"sweetie, did you fake that orgasm?"

He noticed how pale you got from just a question and that was the evidence he needed to confirm his thoughts. Without thinking the male rocked his hips now slamming deep into you earning a shocked gasp from your lips.

"k-koushi what ar-"

"shhhh I'm going to make you cum, then we can talk about this but for now I need to see you at least squirt so it seems we are going to be here a while"

Akaashi keiji

He likes to think that you enjoy having sex with him

He doesn't brag or anything but he feels confident in his sex life

You never complained to him so he didn't think anything was weird

Sure sometimes your moans sound a little overdramatic and weird at times but maybe it's cause you really like it

One day after a session and a ton of aftercare he decided to jump into the shower

You two normally shower together but today you two decided to take separate showers

You were desperate for the orgasm that keiji failed to give you so you figured you would use a toy while he showers

You were not expecting to be caught

A shaky sigh escaped you as you shoved the toy deeper inside, the vibrating feeling driving you close to climax. You felt a little bad for telling keiji that you cummed when you really didn't but you honestly didn't want to hurt his pride so you would usually just make yourself cum afterwards when you're alone.

"so close, ah..I'm going to cum"

Your needy little whines that escaped you only got louder but before you could even do anything someone gripped your wrist tightly, you flinched only to be face to face with akaashi who had a curious Expression.

He slowly pulled the toy out of you before dropping it on the floor. He honestly didn't know what to think, you two just had sex and you were using a sex toy right after either you were still horny or not satisfied

"tell me, what exactly are you doing?"

You glanced down to see the male was still a little wet from the shower, you must have been too busy to notice the shower stopping and him getting out. A gulp came from you as you decided to confess the truth

"i-im sorry keiji, I didn't quite cum so I decided to just-"

"tell me you did and handle it yourself? That's quite rude. As your partner you should tell me these things"

His tone was brimming with pain as a large sigh came from him and he settled between your legs his tongue now trailing along your thigh.

"guess I have to make you cum over and over until I feel better about this"

You looked down and could see the light smirk on his face and honestly that scared you. You two spent the next hour fucking so hard that you were sobbing and shaking

Iwaizumi hajime

Okay so it takes him a while to find out

You keep it a secret pretty good

You two don't really talk about sex much except for when you want to try a new kink

Oikawa thought it would be funny to get you drunk and make you spill all your secrets

He learned your breast size, your favorite songs, and another interesting secret

"h-hajime is always sooooo busy and we barley fuck it's sooo awful"

Oh? Yes do tell more you drunk cutie

"then when we do have sex he has his moments where he just can't hit it right..ughhh I have to fake it sometimes..isn't that the worst tooru?"

Oikawa is SHOCKED

And offended like iwa chan how you neglect this poor girl of her proper needs

The idiot talks to iwaizumi the next day telling him everything

Iwaizumi is not pleased no he's pissed that you went to oikawa and blabbered about how unhappy you are

Jealousy is quick to set in and before you know it you find yourself in the back seat of iwaizumi's car facing his wrath

"did you tell shittykawa so he can fuck you? You think he can fuck you better than me?"

Iwaizumi's harsh tone as he pumped two fingers in and out of your wet cunt watching your body writhe in pleasure again the leather seats.

He had asked you out on a date but during the date he was cold and distance the entire time and you just realized why. The male pulled back only unbuckle his pants whipping his hard cock out as he looked down at you with a look of pure rage before he took out his phone and started to record you

"you're gonna soak these car seats with your juices and prove to shittykawa that I'm enough for you"

You two fucked for hours and when done iwaizumi sent the video to oikawa with zero explanation.

Yaku morisuke

Okay for this one yaku is a little mean but...I mean it's yaku.

Okay so yaku is terrifying when angry

You honestly didn't even mean to fake it the first time but he didnt catch it and you were way too scared to say anything

After your third time faking you were wondering what to do

He is really good at sex but there are just some times where he doesn't quite hit the mark

Like the dumbass you are you asked lev for advice

Lev honestly said to just talk to him but you decided you rather die than do that

So lev did it for you- AND BOY

You hummed as you cut up carrots for the curry you were making for dinner while yaku was gone, you definitely wasn't expecting him to show up early and by the slam you heard you can guess that he was very upset.

Before you could turn around you felt arms wrap around you locking you in place, a hand swiftly reached and gropes your breast. You tensed before glancing back and seeing angry eyes glaring at you

"h-hey, sweetie what's-"

"so, I can't make you cum huh? That's what you think yeah? What did you and lev laugh behind my back about it?"

His tone was sharp as he calmly reached past you to turn the stove off before pushing you against the counter bending you over it and quickly exposing your already wet pussy with a low growl

"fuck you, fuck both you and lev for making a damn fool of me."

When you tried to speak he simply wrapped a hand arounf your throat before giving it a firm squeeze while his other hand quickly released his cock from his pants.

"shut the hell up, do you know how fucking embarrassing it is to hear that you told lev that you faked an orgasm or two with me? Damn it that really sucks to hear but I suppose it makes sense"

Yaku lined himself up before shoving himself inside you with little to no warning, he pulled you back against his chest his hand still around your throat as he started to mercilessly fuck you in the kitchen.

"it's fine, just means I gotta break you a little..all you're going to think about is how good I make you feel. I'll make sure to make up for those times you didn't cum by making you cum all over the floor, you'll be my littlw dumb cock whore once I'm fucking done with you"

Yaku did make good on his statement and fucked you while whispering filthy words and Insults in your ear til you started to cry. You wounded his ego so it was only normal for him to be your self esteem just a little bit.

[hecksee]

Stained Flowers

Hi this is angsty af but im struggling right now so imma project onto fictional characters

Sorry @lumosinlove I like making Leo suffer

this is my entry for the @hpbrokenhearts ​ contest, i started out writing this when i was struggling, and tbh i still am, but it’s gotten a lot better. 

Much thanks to the wonderful @iswearimnotanaestheticgirl for editing this monstrosity. You wrecked carnage on it, but it helped so much and I love this end result so much. 

Thank you so much to @peggyrose19 and @marauderss-hp for looking this over and giving me suggestions! 

This is probably inaccurate but I don’t know anything about hockey, and this is fanfic so who cares about the accuracy. 

THIS COULD DEFINITELY BE TRIGGERING, PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

TW suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, its got a TINY bit of spice sprinkled in (i would rate this teen probably, mature if i was being extra safe), major character death, stress, homophobia, one sided pining, hanakhai, vomiting, something thats sort of like a suicide note, and a shit load of angst

Read on A03 here

Leo knew he was screwed the moment he saw Finn O'Hara on the screen for the first time. He knew he was gonna fall hard. It didn't matter that they had never met or that Leo’s attraction was purely physical. He knew that he would want everything with Finn.

But then Leo started to fall deeper and deeper over time, time that was spent mostly spent obsessing over Finn. Only a few weeks after Leo saw Finn for the first time, it started.

Everybody knew about hanahaki. When someone felt unrequited love, a seed sprouted in their lungs. Nobody knew how or why the seed appeared but it was inevitable. 

The victim would start coughing up flower petals, and if their feelings grew, the flowers would grow larger until the victim couldn’t breath because their lungs were filled with nothing but blossoms.

There were only three things someone with hanahaki could do. The main solution was to surgically remove the flowers but have all feelings of love vanish. And some said it was impossible to ever love another person.

So Leo knew exactly what was going on when he started coughing up small yellow petals a few weeks after he first saw Finn on screen. 

But, over the next few months he learned to recognize the signs. The tingling in the back of his throat before he started coughing up the silky yellow petals. The itch in his left lung when people mentioned Finn O'Hara. The stabbing pain toward the left of his chest when his teammates threw around homophobic slurs and comments like beads at Marti Gras is nothing new, but now it's accompanied with a burning sensation in his lungs and bloody daffodils.

The daffodils. The fucking daffodils. He decided to look the meaning of the cheery flowers up one day. Unrequited love. After that Leo laughed humorlessly, and decided that hanahaki had a fucked up sense of humor.

Somehow, Leo made it through a full year while coughing up a mixture of blood and petals. He learned how to hide it, how to excuse himself from a situation, and how to choke the petals back down while playing. He made sure that nothing would impact his career, no matter how much longer he had left.

Leo feared that his time was almost up some days. On those days, he wondered Why was he alive? Why did only the left lung sting? Wouldn't it just be better to end it than to live through the constant pain?

He almost made it through a year keeping his hanahaki a secret. 

Well, almost. His mom walked in on him cleaning the daffodils smeared with red off the floor, and he had promptly broken down in tears.

He had ended up telling her everything, how he was gay, how he hated himself for it, how he sometimes thought it would be better to just end it all instead, who he loved and why.

His mom had made him tell his coach, insisting it was for the best. There had been a major fight between the coach and him. Leo was yelling and crying but standing his ground about how he needed to play. How playing was the only thing he was living for, damn it. Leo had ended up winning, so he kept playing. And just like before, he kept the hanahaki a secret from everyone, especially his team.

But then, he found out why only his left lung stung. Logan Tremblay. The latest player that was drafted to the Lions. He was newly minted, fresh from Harvard university. Short, broad, brunet, green eyed rookie Tremz. 

As soon as Logan stepped out onto the ice for the first time Leo felt that telltale sting. But it was on the right side of his chest for the first time. Fuck, I'm not having unrequited love from one person, but from two?! 

His right lung had irises. Royalty, the Fleur-De-Lis, France. Leo didn’t know how those things related to Logan but he could take a guess. Logan was French Canadian born and raised, that had to mean something. 

Leo’s life went on. Now he had double the work of fighting the flowers down. Two names instead of one. Leo could tell there was something between Fish and Logan. The intense stares they gave each other across the rink meant something. The tension between them one day had just disappeared. Leo saw something as Logan's hot temper reared up whenever Harzy got into a fight or got hurt. 

The signs grew. Rainbow tape on their sticks, posting LGBTQ+ supporting messages on the team Instagram; small things you’d need to look out for, or know exactly what they meant to know the significance. 

The real confirmation was when the official Lions Instagram posted the picture of Logan and Finn kissing at a pride parade, smudged bi flags painted on both of their cheeks. 

The caption read “We are aware of the homophobia in the league, however, two of our players aren’t willing to hide their relationship from the public anymore. Both Tremz and Harzy have our full support.” 

The moment he saw it, the feeling of petals started to itch in the back of Leo’s throat, but he gagged them back as he scrolled through the comments. They were filled with the expected bigotry and homophobia with the occasional biphobic comment. Yet scattered in were the kind comments, full of support, rays of sunshine on a raining day.

Leo started typing out a comment of his own, telling the happy couple how happy he was for them. But the lie was rancid in his head. The flowers Leo had been choking back came up in a wave of blood. 

Before Leo got hanahaki, the few dreams he had were filled with a faceless man. One that would kiss him and fuck him, but now, now there were two men. And they had faces. 

Finn O'Hara and Logan Tremblay haunted Leo's dreams in the best way possible, more nights than not. Sweet soft kisses, hands tangled in auburn or brown hair, gently worshiping the hard planes and angles that came from a lifelong dedication to hockey were commonplace in Leo's dreams. 

In stark contrast, some nights were filled with sloppy, urgent kisses, nails scratching on backs, and a pure need for release. But the dreams would always end, and Leo was left with the burning pain of self loathing building up in his throat before the flowers would make themselves known.

During this dream, Leo had been on fire all night, and it was thanks to him that the team had been led to victory. So here he was with his boyfriends, celebrating. 

Leo leaned up to give Finn a soft kiss before turning onto his side and beginning to kiss Logan's neck. Finn had started to ruin Leo and didn't stop until Leo had hit the peak of his pleasure.

However, the aftermath of Leo's pleasure was slowly but surely turning into pain. Suddenly the metallic tang of blood was clogging his throat and the familiar smooth petals were filling his mouth. 

The flowers and blood were dripping out of his mouth, and seeping into the white bed sheets. Even worse was that Finn and Logan seemed unsurprised.  no, they were almost happy. Their gentle murmurings of praise turned into cold raucous laughter. In between the harsh laughter they told him how stupid he was, how he was a nobody, how they would never love him.

As the flowers only got worse, coming up in waves and mingled with the tears that were rolling down his face, Finn and Logan vanished. Then he was falling, falling, falling. 

He woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest, lungs gasping for air in between choking sobs; lying in a combination of petals and blood. His face was sticky with tears and warm, wet blood, and a few stray yellow and white-ish purple petals stuck to his skin. The only indicator that Leo's dream wasn't all bad was the stickiness in his underwear. But the worst part was that he was alone, stuck with only fantasies, once again.

The next day, Leo knew that practice would be bad. Even though yesterday his team was idolizing the Lions, they sure as hell wouldn’t be idolizing them right now. Practice was full of his teammates throwing around a myriad of slurs. The locker-room was even worse, where the coach wasn’t there to monitor their comments. 

Leo fidgeted with his bracelet, uncomfortable with the comments that were flying around, with the flowers edging up his throat. He didn’t remember what happened next. 

One minute Leo’s fidgeting with his bracelet, the next he’s yelling. Yelling about how people aren’t judged by their sexuality, how hell, maybe there even was a gay person in the room! To that he was obviously asked if he was the gay one, to which, he responded yes. Leo stormed out of the room to a soundtrack, suppressing the flowers fighting their way up his throat as soundtrack of cruel laughter and biting words rang around the room, just like the ones in his dream. 

The next day he dreaded going to practice. He knows he won’t be welcome on the team anymore, so what’s the point of going?

Leo ended up just texting his old coach that he was resigning. His team broadcasted the fact that he’s gay on their Instagram. Now Leo’s the target of the myriad of hate that Finn and Leo faced. It made him sick to his stomach. Seconds later, he was puking into the toilet. No flowers this time, but still unpleasant. 

He still walked with dragging steps to the rink and practiced, of course. He didn’t want to lose his skills when he attempts to go pro. Trying to ignore the fact that he knows no one will take him now. 

Out of the blue, three days after Leo outed himself, his phone rings shrilly. Marlene McKinnon. The Lions announcer. Why was she calling him?

Marlene asked him to play for the Lions because he had great potential. Leo hesitated. Did she not know that he was gay? He pensively inquired about his sexuality, how would that impact his place on the team? 

To his surprise, Marlene told him it wouldn’t influence anything. Leo was shocked, but in the happy way. Then she asked if he had any health conditions. Just like the thing about his sexuality, Leo hesitated. Eventually he nodded and said yes. 

It’s hanahaki, he told her in a slow voice, but it doesn’t impact my playing.

Fucking lie. 

Marlene was silent for a moment but then put him on hold with some shaky words. 5 minutes later, she agrees to let him play, on the condition that his hanahaki doesn’t get worse, and if it does, he needs to have them removed. Leo agreed, and suddenly, Leo was going professional. 

Sure, Leo was worried about becoming a Lion; his subjects of affection were there and they were in a happy relationship. But over time, and many, many practices filled with words thrown at O’Hara and Tremblay, he had learned to choke back the petals. 

After a few months, the day came where Leo was leaving. With many tears, and a lot of goodbyes, Leo left for Gryffindor. After a couple long flights, and a short taxi ride, Leo stepped out of the car to Hogwarts. 

Inside the rink, he was greeted with the signature smell of a hockey arena, he couldn’t quite describe it, but it was pleasant, and reminded Leo of home. 

In a blink, he was bombarded with maroon and gold, hugs and welcoming words. When he turned his head from the excitement, he saw them. Finn and Logan, standing back with Pascal Dumais, who he was going to move in with. 

After meeting everyone and flipping out while Finn and Logan give him a hug while swallowing down the familiar liquid and petals that up, Leo was informed that he won’t be living with the Dumais’ after all. 

“You’ll be living with Finn and Logan, I hope that’s alright?”

Leo quickly excuses himself to the bathroom to let the mixture of flowers, blood, and bile out. 

But Leo ended up moving in with Fish and Tremz. However over the weeks, he formed a close bond with both Finn and Logan. Of course, he became closer with the rest of the team, Loops especially. Hell, Leo has a feeling that Loops knows what it feels like to love someone who will never love him back. 

But after Sirius and Loops get together, Leo knew that he’s the only one who will never get the privilege of having requited love. 

Leo was glad that he had managed to keep it a secret from the team. Well, there were some people he had to tell. After all, Remus was the team medic. Remus was keeping it a secret from the team and the public. But Remus didn’t know who was triggering Leo’s love. The only people who knew were Leo and his mother. 

Each practice where the two of them do anything lovey dovey, Leo needs to be excused while he chokes back the flowers that are bringing themselves up his throat. But his goalie face hadn't been developed over happy things, so he shoved his feelings back and forced himself to remain calm, pretending to support their relationship; which he did, of course he did, but Leo wished more than anything that he was there with them. Leo wishes he was there in between them, wishes he was the one holding hands with them, and sharing sweet soft kisses with them. 

Hell, more than once in the time when Leo was with the Lions he considered ending it all. The thoughts weren’t new, no, he’d been struggling with them since he had realized he was gay. But now, with the objects of Leo’s affection so close yet so far, he didn’t know if it would be worth living.

But then one day, about three years after the hanahaki had started, Leo woke up with agonizing pain in his chest, like someone was squeezing a palm around his heart. He thought back. The aching had worsened every time he interacted Finn and Logan. Now the flowers were coming up almost every hour of every day. The tingling feeling is now always at the back of his mind. As soon as Leo thought about Finn and Logan he felt flowers coming up. 

The flowers are accompanied with a burning pain instead of a small stab. All of the flowers are full blossoms, a few with stems and leaves. They’d be perfect and prim, beautiful, if they weren’t coated in enough blood to look like a murder scene. 

This was it; this was one of his last days, if not his last. 

With slow robotic steps, Leo stands up, taking some deep breaths. He fished a pen and a notebook from his cabinet, and started to write four letters.

The words to his family tell them how sorry he was at how bad he was at hiding his worsening hanahaki, how much he loves them, and how he wishes he could have said goodbye in person. 

“I’m sorry for causing you pain.”

In the letter towards the team he apologized for hiding his disease and explained how thankful he was to be a part of his dream team. He told them how different the Lions were to his old teams, how they were a family and how they loved each other no matter what, regardless of their differences.

“Thank you for being like a family to me.” 

In the one addressed to Logan and Finn, Leo explained how they were the subjects of his attraction, how much they influenced his life coming out by choice, consequences be damned. Through blood, sweat, tears and flowers, he found himself rattling on and on about how much he loved them, how he fell in love with them, and how much he valued the friendship they had; even if it was just friendship. Leo’s hand lingered as he thought about it. Would this letter cause the two of them to blame themselves? Should he really write it? 

No. He had to. Leo added a note telling them not to. It wasn’t their fault, it was his choice. 

He brushed away the crimson mess. With droplets of blood staining his fingers, Leo starts on the final and most formal letter. 

Leo wrote vaguely in this letter. He told that he did have hanahaki, and how he had dealt with it for years before he joined the Lions. He publicly commends the Lions for being so accepting of him, even though he had hanahaki and he was gay. Finally, he thanked his fans for staying with him through it all. 

Then, with all the letters finished, Leo sealed them in envelopes and wrote to whom they are addressed to. Gingerly, Leo placed them on his nightstand and prepared for his final practice. 

During practice Leo told everyone how much he appreciates them, which wasn’t too unusual, so nobody took much notice. Otherwise, practice was uneventful. Leo blocked some passes as they prepped for their game with Hufflepuff next week. 

Leo was coughing almost nonstop during practice but he chokes back the blood, bile, and flowers. He allowed himself to think that this is the last time he’d have to push it down. The aching pain in his chest doesn’t subside, if anything it only grew worse the longer practice goes on. 

Leo walked into the locker-room, preparing to take a shower and stretch before heading home when the aching in his chest grew. He could hear the blood pumping in his ears and the world around him blurred. He swayed, unsteady on his feet, trying not to cry or scream. His breaths were labored, he was becoming lightheaded and his heart was pounding in his chest. The pain became too much to bear and Leo’s legs failed on him.

The team rushes over with concerned expressions on their faces. On his knees, the flowers, stems, and leaves start to come up, splattering all over the cold ground, no matter what Leo does to try and keep them back. The team became frenzied, calling for Remus. 

It was too late. Leo knew that this was his end. 

Once, when Leo was little, he asked his grandmother why people didn't just get the flowers removed. She smiled at him sadly and told him that, there might be a person you loved so much you couldn't bear the idea of not loving them. Even if you died for it. 

At the time, he brushed it off as stupid but now, now as tears sqeezed through his blurry vision and the feeling of the cold tile floor disappears, he understands exactly what she meant. 

The last thought that went through his mind, before the petals, flowers, and blood came up for the last time, was of his two loves. In an instant, all of his fantasies of Finn and Logan melted into the reality of their friendship and flew past his eyes. With one last satisfied smile, Leo closed his eyes. His grandma was right. 

Some love really was worth dying for.

Just a quick reminder, this is my entry for @hpbrokenhearts so if you liked this fic or it made you cry/broke your heart, please put a broken heart in the comments, either in emoji form or not! Thank you so much for reading!!!

[fanfic-me-up]

okay so i kinda got carried away with this one??? i just really love this idea and how freaking fluffy it is! so thank you for submitting it @peachy-yabbay​! 😊 also lowkey im sorta falling in love with kaminari?? like he’s so fun to write and i had a smile the entire time. anyway i rlly hope you enjoy!

Feel free to request more here. I write fics, drabbles, and headcanons 💖

Also, I have a yoga fic already posted with bakugou x fem!reader so if this doesn’t satisfy your need of bakugou being a flexible pretzel and failing you can read more here 😂

Bakugou Katsuki

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL

like Bakugou prides himself on going to the gym everyday, but he focuses on strength training and muscle building

the art of flexibility takes time, effort, and perseverance

he gets super frustrated when he can't get the splits in 2.5 seconds

“Careful or you might pull something.”

he ignores you ofc bc for some reason he thinks he’s gonna get the splits if he just - forces himself???

“seriously, Bakugou, don’t push so much-”

“Shut up I know what I’m - OW SHIT FUCKING HELL”

poor bby is on the ground cradling his thigh bc he pulled his hamstring

And lemme tell you THAT SHIT HURTS 😭

he’s literally screaming bloody murder

-like he’s faced a lot of pain from hero training but pulling your hamstring is just so. much. worse???

you grab an icyhot pack (aka you grab Todoroki lol) but Bakugou’s just like “hell no fuck off half n half”

“Must be bad. I heard you crying from downstairs-”

“I SAID FUCK OFF” Todoroki shrugs and leaves.

you roll your eyes at Bakugou’s stubbornness and grab some muscle balm instead

“Tch. I can do it myself” but you ignore him and rub the balm on his thigh, he doesn’t fight it

after that whole fiasco he finally listens to your warnings when you tell him that's enough

he’s in the splits in a little over a month!

“Oh my god, Bakugou, you’re doing it!”

“Tch. I know.”

you don’t miss the small smile on his face

he goes up to you later and shoves something in your hands

“Um. What’s this?”

“A movie ticket” you stare at it blankly, he rolls his eyes

“I’m taking you to the movies tonight, dumbass.”

“Like a date?” you stare up with hopeful eyes

“The fuck? No! As payment.”

you blink, clearly confused

“You know… for helping me with my stretches.”

Oh.

you blush in embarrassment at the misunderstanding

“I’ll meet you out front at 7. Don’t be late.” he walks off, but before he reaches the corner he stops-

“Ugh fine! It’s a date! Happy!?”

you erupt in the biggest smile

he wants to be the only one to make you smile like that from now on

Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki is impressed with how flexible you are, and you’re quite surprised when he asks you to help him

the most aloof - and handsome - guy in your class you’ve barely spoken TWO words to has come to you for help??? is this a dream? someone pinch you 👀

but there you are, the next day in his dorm, gently pushing his hips down

Todoroki’s working on his warrior/scorpion pose (ya’ll there's so many names for this pose jfc the one where you’re standing on one leg, back arched, and you’re holding the other leg above your head)

he’s sweating and breathing heavily, and when you go to steady him, you actually burn your hand on his bicep.

“Ouch!”

“Are you okay?”

he’s hovering over you the next second, you show him your hand, a blister already forming

“Damn it. I still have trouble controlling my left side,” he looks away from you, clenching his fists, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you blow cool air on the wound to stop the tingling, “all better,” you smile up at him

“Here, let me,” he pulls his shirt up to reveal his stomach and places your hand on the right side. You sigh in relief as your hand is instantly cooled.

Uh oh.

you realize where your hand is currently pressed against 😳

you’re so tempted to trace along the hard contours of his abs

“Y/N? You’re burning up.” he touches your cheek, your heart doing somersaults at the closeness

“Oh-kay, that’s enough for today!” you squeak, running away from a thoroughly confused Todoroki

Todoroki shows excellent progress in just a couple weeks. He says it’s because he has a great teacher, but you know it's his work ethic and how he listens to your advice and applies it flawlessly.

He’s even gotten better at controlling his left side since he’s constantly relaxing his muscles to get deeper in the stretch.

it happens during warm-ups before training

Class 1-A goes into some stretches when you see Todoroki go into a perfect scorpion. His back perfectly arched and his leg reaching above his head.

“Oh my god, Todoroki, you’re doing it!” you clap your hands in excitement

“Am I?”

...is this boy for real? lol

“YES” you laugh at his stoic expression

“I see.” He softly comments before going into another stretch.

your shoulders deflate, disappointed at the lack of enthusiasm

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he cracks a small smile and your breath is taken away by the simple gesture. It’s rare to see him with such a soft expression, and the fact that you’re the reason for it sends your heart aflutter.

AND bc he’s totally oblivious to your current state, he goes up to you and whispers, “you’re an amazing teacher, Y/N”

“It was n-nothing re-really it was a-all you!” you laugh awkwardly, unable to meet his eyes.

“How can I thank you?”

“It-it’s really n-not necessary!”

“Hmm…” he walks away deep in thought and you’re just standing there like the stuttering mess you are bc how dare he walk away like nothing!?

Mina’s got your back tho bc frankly it's quite sad how awkward you are and how oblivious Todoroki is that she NEEDS to become the captain of this ship stat

She “casually” suggests to Todoroki that he should take you out to eat as a thank you for helping him.

and when he walks you to your door that night he says, “I hope you enjoyed our date”

“D-date?” cue the butterflies in your stomach

“Was it not a date?” You’re pinned by his intense gaze, but you manage to squeak out a “yes!” in your confused daze. He chuckles at your nervousness

“Have a good night, Y/N.” he kisses your cheek

and when you give Mina the details of your date there’s a bunch of squealing from her end and you’re just like 😳 the entire night

Kaminari Denki

“Woah, Y/N, you’re really flexible. Can you put your foot over your head?”

You show him and he’s totally amazed. “Cool! Can you teach me? I wanna put BOTH legs over my head!”

first day of stretching with Kaminari is… def a day you remember

“Ow ow! Y/N, don’t break me!”

“Denki, I’m not even touching you!”

He looks up where your hands are on your hips

“oh... heh” he gives you a sheepish smile

You roll your eyes. How you’re gonna get this boy flexible enough to put his foot over his head is beyond you, but you’re happy it’s going to take a while - it means more time spent with your crush

You spend an hour with Kaminari each day to perfect his stretching routine (It should only take about 20 minutes, but the boy’s got the attention span of a newborn puppy)

“Woah check out that cloud, Y/N.” Kaminari looks in awe at the sky. You sigh, not again

“Denki, we’re not done, get back in the stretch”

“Look Y/N,” he points, “doesn’t it look exactly like baby yoda?” He lies down on the grass to gaze at the clouds

“Oh my god, Denki, I’m gonna kill - oh wow…” you gaze up in awe at the cloud, “baby yoda…”

You and Kaminari spend the rest of the hour cloud gazing

After literal MONTHS of getting on Kaminari’s ass he can FINALLY put his legs over his head.

He calls out to you during a training exercise, “Y/N LOOK I DID IT!”

“NOT ONE BUT TWO!” he points at both of his legs with a huge smile

You feel a rush of happiness because even after how frustrated you were with him at times, you would do it a million times over if it meant getting to see such a pure smile.

“Congrats!” you say, “Now, stand up so I can give you a hug!”

“Um…” he sheepishly looks up at you, “I’m kinda... stuck?”

You roll your eyes affectionately, “the things I do for you.”

You’re about to help Kaminari when Bakugou shoves him backwards giving everyone in class a clear view of his ass in the air 😂

“Hah, dumbass.”

Kaminari waddles helplessly side to side

“Y/N?” he squeaks, “a little help here?”

Later that week he tells you he found a yoga class for both of you to take and you’re surprised. He still wants to spend time with you?

But then he says, “Are you crazy? Why wouldn’t I wanna spend time with the coolest person I know?”

You choke on your tea, in disbelief at his words - that was a huge compliment and you know Kaminari is a very open person so you just brush it off with an “Oh stop it…”

“No I’m serious, Y/N, you’re awesome. Like super awesome,” he gives an awkward laugh while rubbing the back of his neck

“I’ve been thinking… maybe after yoga, we can, i don't know... hit up the arcade or something? Or it doesn’t have to be the arcade, it could be anything really!”

You’ve never seen Kaminari this flustered before. He’s the type to brush off his mistakes with a laugh, always moving on to the next moment.

“No, the arcade sounds fun!”  

You reassure him and the confident light in his eyes returns

“Oh and Denki?”

“Yeah?”

“Prepare to get rekt in mario kart”

This starts a whole ass play fight about who’s gonna get dunked on when racing down rainbow road

[sakurakuna]

“lets make it official” | t.h

Summary; you and tom have been together for quite some time now, but labels up until this point have remained an unspoken subject...                           

a/n; HEY! I took very long break but im back now, this fic has been rewritten tons of times since fucking January, yet even now im still not crazy about it. I just really wanted to get back into writing so please leave feedback!

warnings; mentions of sex and like one curse word.

wc; 2k

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IT WAS A COLD EVENING IN EARLY MARCH, and you had just finished taking your exams, and were more than tired because of all the time you had spent last night cooped up in the campus library trying to retain and memorize any little information that would help you out on the exams. 

Which definitely helped you out a ton due to you walking out of the room with a lot more prep in your step. Feeling all the bit more relaxed now that the exams were over and you could go back to your normal schedule that didn’t include such immense amounts of studying as well as a lot more hours of sleep, which you hadn’t been getting a lot of recently. 

So the first thing you planned to do once getting back to your apartment was to tend to your tiredness and nap the second you settled in, change into some more comfy clothing and maybe even make yourself a cup of tea and scroll through Instagram a little beforehand. But that plan was sadly cut short by a text from your roommate, Yasmine, who you shared an apartment with off campus with for the last two years.

The text explained how she last minute decided to invite her boyfriend over for the afternoon to help study for her psych class. Which wouldn’t sound like much of a problem to the average person, but for y/n and yasmine it sort worked like a code for “were definitely fucking” ( the code was mostly used by Yasmine) so you now definitely knew you wouldn’t be able to take a nap or relax even under the circumstances of your roommate moaning through the ridiculously thin walls of your apartment.

But that didn’t leave you super upset, because unlike past roommates Yasmine had the decency to tell you about her intimate activities in the apartment beforehand, (even if it was quite late) which you were thankful for. Besides you now have an excuse to go visit the boy who you’ve been giving most, if not all your attention to these last few months.

You knew he’d be back from classes so there was no need to worry about him being home or not.

Many people would even say that you and Tom have been attached by the hip, always having at least some type of contact with each other when you could. Whether it be him just walking you to class, a study date at a nearby cafe, weekly movie nights, dates at your favorite chinese place at three a.m. Or even just having a cozy night in where you're cuddled up talking about nothing and everything. 

 Which sounds pretty typical for a couple who's been together for a few months, the only difference was that you and Tom weren’t official on being boyfriend and girlfriend. Of course, you didn’t want to rush, but you felt like you should’ve at least had some type of conversation about it now.

Especially while your feelings seemed to be growing at a much faster rate for the charming brit than you originally thought they would. I mean when you first started talking you strictly remember telling yourself to keep your walls up and not let yourself fall so easily for the boy, knowing he had a reputation that didn’t lead you to believe he could stay with a girl for too long. 

But as time went on, you learned that there was much more to him than just his good looks, so worries of his reputation seemed to gradually fade. As he showed you sides of himself that others would be shocked to hear that the cocky, and arrogant “Tom Holland” was able to portray. 

Sides of his that you would only describe as kind, and thoughtful, significantly much softer in manner. Always knowing how to make you smile with his silly jokes and adoring compliments. That usually left you flustered with heated cheeks, and he of course would always sit there smirking before sweetly showering your face with soft kisses, unknowingly making your heart flutter from the affection. (and it didn’t hurt how gorgeous he was either)

Of course they were all things that clearly opposed his notorious image he upheld around campus. But, they were also the things that made you slowly fall for him everyday. Things that only made you want nothing more than to be an official couple, which is why you had made a mental note to have that talk with him sometime while at his frat today. But for now you were trying to keep your sleepy eyes open as you got there.

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“y/n…” a clear look of surprise was etched on Tom's face as he opened the door to reveal you on the other end, a much rather tired version might you add.

“Listen I know I should’ve texted rather than coming unannounced like this, but I was just so tired and…” 

That was all you managed to say before you were stopped by feeling his lips on yours. At first you froze at the sudden move, but in a matter of seconds you returned the kiss, letting yourself get lost and fall deeper into the feeling of his soft lips against yours. 

He knew that if he hadn’t stopped you, you would’ve started to trail off into a little ramble (in this case it would’ve been of unnecessary apologies), something you often did when you were clearly tired. 

He soon reluctantly ends the kiss with a delicate peck, leaving you feeling more awake with a newfound blush across your cheeks. “You know you're always welcome here, love.” his hand came up to cradle your cheek as he reminded you, and from what the tone of his voice seems like the fiftieth time. And yes you knew you were always welcome to come whenever, especially when all his frat brothers treated you so nicely. It was just the overthinker in you that caused you to believe that you were overstepping, or getting too comfortable for his liking.

“I know bubs it’s jus’ that I can’t help but feel like I’m being a bother sometimes.” you tell him honestly while lowering your head slightly to hide the subtle redness that rose in your cheeks, partially from the after effects of the kiss but mostly from how his soft tone seemed to always make you melt inside.

“You're never a bother, love. Ever,” he states, making sure that his eyes were locked with Y/N’s as he muttered those words.

 “Besides I could always use some of your company.” he says with a smile, and with you still not being fully used to all the affection you received from him yet, you could feel your heart flutter lightly in your chest from his words.

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“So what brings you here,” Tom asks as he hangs up your coat for you, which you thank him for.

 “Well, I was planning on getting some rest back at my apartment. But Yasmine texted me while I was on the way telling me her boyfriend was coming over.” you explain to him, and he nods understandingly. He already had a pretty good understanding of what your roommate had meant by her text so luckily for you there was no need to explain further. 

“And there was no way I was going to be able to get any type of rest with them going at it in the room next to me. so I just came here knowing you’d be back already. ” you say, letting out a small huff that was almost inaudible, but Tom still managed to hear it. 

 “But look on the bright side, love” he starts, wrapping his arms around your waist to give you a comforting hug from behind. The simple gesture makes you feel more at ease as he rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“If it weren’t for yasmine I wouldn’t get to spend the rest of the day with my girl.” he smiles, as he starts to pepper small kisses into the crook of your neck. 

And although the feeling wasn’t anything less than nice, you couldn’t help but focus on his words, specifically the last two, and although they were words that you loved to be called, you knew they also held a conversation that has yet to be had between the two of you.

But before you could bring it up, Tom had already sensed your change in mood, and eventually removed his lips from your neck to see what the problem was. “What's the matter darling,” his eyebrows were furrowed as he tried to figure out what was on your mind. 

‟W-what are we?” You ask him in a voice that’s barely above a whisper(clearly ignoring his question), but Tom could still hear it clear as day because of how close you were. 

As you free yourself from his gentle grip around your waist you turn to face him, noticing the confusion written all over it. Which you were very aware was caused by your one little question that you knew probably confused the hell out of him, but you just couldn’t seem to get anything else out but that. 

“What do you mean love?” his head is now cocked to the side with a puzzled look stitched on his face, making his curls flop to the side as well, his somewhat pouty lips making you involuntarily grin as you shake your head softly. 

“I mean it’s been a few months since we’ve known eachother now” you took a deep breath. “And we are pretty close-,” he takes your face in his hand and caresses your cheek, “and I feel we should talk about us,..like what we are officially.” you explain, almost immediately second guessing yourself before you spoke again.

“Well is having a relationship something you even want with me?” you ask nervously, looking up at him, feeling your heart start to beat faster as you await an answer.

“Of course angel,” he assures, continuing to caress your cheek. “it’s jus’ you know that when it comes to relationships of all things I’m no expert,” he says with an obvious tone. “In fact I am just about as clueless as ever,” he mumbles with a laugh, making the corners of your lips upturn in the slightest.

“But if I’m being completely honest, you’ve made me feel things that no one has ever made me feel in my entire life. Made me feel a true happiness that I didn’t know I needed until I met you. I mean You're so kind and generous, and you always know how to make me smile and laugh. And you're one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met. 

“And I know I’ve still got lots to learn when it comes to relationships, but I know I wouldn’t wanna do it with anyone but you” he affirmed.

By the end, your eyes were glossy and filled with tears that threatened to escape, you hated how you had gotten so emotional in such little time. They end up falling regardless and stain your cheeks, But Tom was quick to wipe them away with his thumb.

Once your eyes start to clear you notice the sweet look that clouded his, as he waited for you to say something. However you decided to not respond with words, and with something much more intimate.

Without a second to spare you press your lips upon his. Creating a sweet kiss full of passion from the both of you as your lips moved in sync. You kissed each other almost as if it were your first time doing the act, which was far from true, but this one had a feeling better than anything you could ever hope for.

In time you broke the kiss to catch your breath, you couldn't help but look at each other, smiling like crazy as your lips brushed against each other’s.

“I guess we’re a proper couple now, huh.” he says, giving you another peck before pulling you into his chest. “I guess we are.” You smile happily as you relax into him.

His embrace felt so warm and comforting around you, so much that it made you let out a small yawn as your eyes fluttered shut against his chest.

“Looks like someone still needs their nap.” He teases, making you smile dopily as he gives one last kiss on your temple.

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👀 Does Kama like to peg Ash? 👀

u know what... ? u know what ?

KamAsh headcanons (AND NSFW HEADCANONS) time!!!!!! i don’t care anymore i had fun writing the kama*master ones 

so have these !!!!! might also become a character analysis and trivia because i cannot stay consistent when im talking about them !!!!

reminder bfore i start: ITS FINAL ASCENSION KAMA. NOT THE OTHERS. 

ok we’re good now

i think kama tops by default in every relationship they’re in, but their true strength resides in the fact that they are vers. and i believe that ash is ALSO vers. because flustered kama is a luxury and super cute and delicious and BECAUSE YOU WOULDNT LET YOUR GOD OF LOVE TOP YOU ???? ARE YOU SURE ??? YOU WOULDNT LET URSELF BE PAMPERED BY UR GOD ? ARE U REALLY SURE ?

ash is very cute because he’s gap moe, his respect for parvati shows that he’s not just a rage machine and can very much think normally like ur regular gold hearted delinquent anime boy !!!! god i Love him... anyway, i think he respects kama enough to look out for them and worship them like a proper God!! i believe that ash would call kama things like ‘your divinity’, ‘your grace’ (and if u have some jp knowledge, i think he’d add “-sama” to their name) because they... are god? (i think arjuna and karna also call them like this !! polite mahabharatan warriors are good boys)

since ash never married in the epic, i like to think that it’s because he was very much focused on his duty and ALSO because his participation in the war was out of loyalty towards king dhritarashtra and hastinapur so he was... perhaps planning on getting married once the war Ends ??? HE WAS OUT THERE FIGHTING !!!!!!! but we all know what happened to him (sheds a tear) 

anyway i think he’d be a bit of a masochist. (the room falls silent and you all look at me)

SORRY THAT WAS VERY HARDCORE ALL OF A SUDDEN but hear me out, FIRST OF ALL this man was able to endure an immortality curse until lord krishna eventually decided to free him so he’d join the throne and SECOND OF ALL, in his interlude he speaks of looking for ways to repent because he regrets what he’s done. and since we’re kinky over here, i’m gonna throw gentle femdom in the mix bc i think it fits them and its cute. especially because kama is literally the best person he could apologize to. and the only person who’d make his repentance pleasurable (because its their mcfreakin talent !!!!!) even if it technically wasnt his fault, i think his need to atone would just... overpower that and he’ll want to do anything kama wants, just to earn a crumb of forgiveness (without being desperate about it because... HES GOT AN EGO STILL, COME ON)

i like to think that he’s tried to apologize properly before... in a tense moment when they’re both more calm and alone. but kama stopped him because it’d just make things worse. if kama loses the need to have a grudge, will they even be useful as a servant anymore ? would they forgive themself for being so lenient ? forgiving their murderer’s protégé when they havent even had proper revenge ? kamadeva might have been a benevolent god before, but now they’re a lot more malicious (mara...) and this pointless anger would just make them look like an idiot (because servant shiva doesnt exist (YET?)). and i think ashwatthama would understand. 

so he won’t say the words “i’m sorry” because it’d just hurt them. 

THO WILL HE STOP LOOKING OUT FOR THEM AND SPOILING THEM ? no he will not

kama would find him interesting because he’s perfect bullying fodder but as i said before, it doesn’t work on ash. HE’S A WARRIOR ??? A CURSED IMMORTAL ? DO U THINK THAT PETTY PRANKS LIKE THE ONES KAMA DOES WOULD AFFECT HIM ? “are you bored ?” he asks while they’re trying to surprise him from behind and jumpscare him, without even turning to face them. kama groans in defeat.

SEDUCTION DOESNT WORK ON HIM EITHER AND THATS SO FUNNY but thats where it becomes subtle, he grows attached to them because they’ve gotten used to eachother’s presence (and strength in battle... small things like that). love can be born out of simple things!! blatant bimbo seduction doesn’t work on him but when he comes to wake kama up, and they’re too lazy to get up or float and groggily order him to lean forward so they can hold onto his shoulders so he’ll lift them up when he straightens himself is...

he’d find it cute. they’re cute. when they reach the cafeteria it’s still quite early and he already knows what they like to eat and get their plate ready for them while they’re waking up and yawning. god... they’re cute... its so subtle and cute...

......ok time to be horny !!! (TOMATOES GET FLUNG AT ME)

i think that they’d reach this stage after a while, when kama just gives up on bothering him cuz he’s annoyingly strong (and ganesha is more fun to bother anyway) and since they’re around eachother very often, kama would grow comfortable around him. same for ashwatthaman ! they’re very nice to be around when they’re calm and just chillin. 

the only teasing kama hasn’t tried on him is being openly horny and come onto him, asking him things about himself. and ash revealing that he’s never done these sorts of things before (HES A LIL MAD CUZ ITS EMBARRASSING ... DAMN... !!!), i think it’d give kama ideas. I MLAUGHING TYPING THIS BC I DIDNT THINK OF HOW THEY’D COAX HIM INTO GETTING NAUGHTY YET AND IT SOUNDS LIKE A BAD PORN INTRO AHHHHHHHHHHH

ok yeah like i said i didnt think of the coaxing yet but knowing ash, kama could turn it into a competition and make fun of him a little and he’s ready to go. arrogant dummy. 

he’s polite but his arrogance is a charm point because he’ll def want to prove himself to the god of carnal love. imagine kama’s reaction when he actually outfucks them.

HONESTLY ? I BELIEVE HIS WARRIOR STAMINA WOULD JUST BE INCREASED ONCE HE BECAME A SERVANT. AND KAMA WAS NEVER A WARRIOR theyre a lavish and lazy god.

BUT THEIR EGO IS WOUNDED and their shocked reaction is cute and ash wants to keep holding them for a little longer

their sessions genuinely feel like hatefucking at first since they’re both weirdly competitive like that but then, guilt hits and kama feels like an idiot because they just came onto someone thats supposedly their enemy??? and they’re a bit distant in the aftermath, they almost... look a little shy. 

ashwatthaman isnt beating himself over it as much as they are tho. it felt good, he got to see a new side of them he never thought he’d get to see so intimately and... he outfucked God :) SO HE IS PROUD. but looking at them lying there, breathless and looking all sad worries him. so i can see him leaning forward and spooning them, holding their hand and kissing their fingers and it’s such a soft gesture, kama stutters and asks “Where.. where did you learn to do that.” and seeing their reaction, Ash blushes as well and explains that he saw his father kiss his mom’s hand once???? AND ITS... SUCH A CUTE AND OBVIOUS REASON. kama feels dumb for asking but it makes them chuckle. 

and i think seeing someone who constantly looks so tired and depressed, have a genuine little chuckle would melt ash right there. i think he’ll want to see more. 

AND FROM THAT POINT ON, i think kama would also get used to this... intimacy they start to share. when he wraps his arms around them he always hugs them in this protective way, as if he wanted to shield them from something. and when he holds them like that, they always feel the need to wrap their legs around his waist, hide their face against his neck and Allow him to cuddle them.

they both have an ego u know aha. so if u openly ask them about eachother, they’ll get embarrassed and shut u down. IT’S... IT’S NOT LIKE THAT (sweats)

it is. it is like That. 

ANYWAY THEYRE BOTH VERY VERSATILE and ash is pretty much into everything kama could teach him about. like i said earlier, he’s also fine with being manhandled, mostly the feeling of kama’s nails gently pressing against his skin, or being bit. i think he’d be into getting a lil feral.

a mutual once said that sexually liberated ashwatthama is hot as hell and i feel it in my bones.... kama coming onto him after a particularily short mission that got ash angry but not enough to let out some steam --> they get pounded into the mattress and they live for it because riling him up when he’s like that is actually really fun.

OBSESSED WITH THE BOTH OF THEM SLOWLY SEEING IT AS A GAME AFTER A WHILE... 

OH ash bottoming is also very cute. his first times would be awkward but kama is a pro at this anyways and i’m finally going to answer ur ask: YEAH HE GETS PEGGED !!!!! he finds out how excited he gets when kama calls him a good boy !!! and he never knew that he was into these sorts of things but holy shit it feels nice.

when kama gives him his first blowjob he almost loses his mind

what i really love about kama is that they can see how tense he gets, even if he’s having a great time, and i know they’d teach him how to relax. EVEN WHEN THEY’RE RIDING HIM, they’ll massage his pecs and his shoulders, set the pace and squeeze down on him just to hear him moan. stare at his surprised little face because he didn’t know he could make THAT kind of nois e ? ? ? ? ?

HE’S EMBARRASSED but he doesn’t want them to stop

OH YEAH i wanna come back on the whole masochist thing (I GET SNIPED), him getting repentance and being punished through sex is both very liberating and hot as hell, especially when it’s kama. ashwatthaman moaning ‘your divinity’ like it’s a prayer is also hot as hell !!!!!!! IDK i just think that they can both get very intense, and also last a while, until they’re thoroughly SPENT.

...and leave room for softness. kama gently brushing his wet hair behind his ear, leaving him breathless and a little shy. they then lean in to kiss him and he immediately melts into their touch. but then they bite his lip. and he ... he Likes it but he could almost pout.

time to get a little angsty (i lock gazes with you) i think that after a long while of sharing such a relationship, ash would almost say The Forbidden Words in a daze. and kama deeply kisses him so he stays quiet. and they’re just staring at eachother, until kama tells him that he’s not allowed to say it. and if he does, it’ll almost be a betrayal towards shiva AND themself. they’ve grown impossibly close but neither of them can say Those Words because they both feel like they’ll break something.

also bc they both have huge egos.

but i think that deep down they really want to say them. 

another variant of this is kama wanting to make him admit it, have him say Those Words. but because of his blessing and respect towards lord shiva, he cannot. both because of the guilt and that it’d end up feeling like a lie, even if his touches, his kisses and the way he looks at kama screams otherwise.

BUT REE WHAT ARE THE FORBIDDEN WORDS

"I Won't Say (I'm in Love)" Hercules (1997).

is this enough of a clue ;;);)););;;))))))) HAAHA

THEY HAVE SO MANY LAYERS TO THEM ITS UNREAL

anyway shower sex hot !! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

i also think that them mutually jerking eachother off is hot as all hell and ONCE AGAIN, flustered ash who doesn’t know what he’s doing (at first) is cute !!!! cute !!

ashwatthaman LEARNING from kama is also a big fave. they’re abt to bathe in kama’s luxurious bathtub they had master buy for them and they’re removing their earrings and he silently leans forward and bites their ear and suddenly their face is red. god. huge dummy god of love. i love them soooo much its unreal

THEIR DYNAMIC IS BASICALLY.. I WONT SAY IM IN LOVE but still look at eachother like they’re newlyweds everytime they get intimate and (sheds a tear) i think theyre super married

GOOD GOD .......BODY WORSHIP IS SOMETHING THEYRE BOTH HEAVILY INTO ALSO. both giving and receiving, even if kama is a lot less obvious about it and a lot more smug.

oh, i think ash would be the loudest between the two !! THIS ONE WAS OBVIOUS. hearing him like that would also coax kama into making more noise as well so its win-win 

ok to be honest i think i should draw porn of them being soft like... THERES DETAILS I HAVE IN MIND THAT ARE IMPOSSIBLE TO WRITE DOWN IN THE HEADCANON FORMAT and i’m too nervous about writing fics (looks away) but i have things to draw.

ANYWAY I THINK THIS GOT VERY LONG ????????? SO IM GONNA STOP HERE. IF U MADE IT THIS FAR: THANK U FOR LISTENING TO MY BRAINWORM !!!! 

[himbofreddynewandyke]

creamsicle smut + freddy being conflicted

being Mr orange gave freddy the chance to be the cool guy he’d secretly always wanted to be, leather jacket and slight sneer, sure the stakes were higher but suddenly he didnt have to worry about his actual life, could act how and dress how he wanted, drink and blow smoke and banter with Cabot’s men, and they bought it. he was always waiting for someone to cry out, not “hey, this guy’s a cop!” but “hey, this guy aint one of us, he’s a fuckin dweeby loser” but that never happened. mr orange fit right in.

and when mr white flirted with him, freddy newandyke would've just blushed and stammered and made an excuse to leave, but mr orange flirted back, sent mr white longing looks while biting his lips, making sure the older man knew exactly what was on his mind.

White was confusing to freddy, he was dangerous, dangerous as hell, during their conversations he slipped mentions of his previous violence into them so casually – because it was casual for him, but freddy found everything about him strangely arousing, the way he was so sure of himself, the way he could be so brash yet a gentleman, he joked about time he kneecapped some mouthy guy once while they were eating burgers then ten minutes later offered his lighter to an elderly couple at the next table who were having trouble with theirs.

freddy had known he was gay since he was a young teen, not just gay but the worst type of fag, the type that wanted to be on the receiving end of sex, the type that wanted to be the more submissive partner. he may have been a social inept kid but he’d been smart enough to know to keep his mouth shut about crushing on other boys. as an adult he'd been with men a few times, never any names or kisses or beds, anonymous handjobs in club bathrooms, quick and hurried and always left him feeling dulled and wanted more. after he joined the police force his fear of his sexuality being found out and his own self hatred kept him celibate, and if he spent most nights thinking about being held and kissed and fucked by another man - his mind wouldn’t allow him to entertain the word ‘boyfriend’ - then that was his business only. and now, while he was playing this role, fitting in for the first time in his life as mr orange, this opportunity had fallen straight into his lap. He wanted mr white. He wanted mr white to fuck him, wanted this brute to rid of him of his pesky virginity, it was dangerous, it was dumb, but the undercover job had given him a type of courage he could’ve never possessed by himself.

white was definitely into him, freddy suspected he’d organised all their excursions together outside of joe’s orders, and one late evening when they were driving around, when white had slipped his hand on freddys knee but not gone further, was when freddy realised the older man was waiting for him to make the first move. so he made it, put his hand on white’s and brought it up higher, guided it over his thighs then over the top of his crotch. white didn’t react at first, just parked the car, then lent over and kissed him hard, his hand on freddys neck pulling him in. when they reluctantly broke apart, white started up the car again “my place is only about 10 minutes away”. feeling bold, freddy had kept his own hand on whites inner leg the whole way there.

once they got inside of his apartment, white tossed his car keys on the table then pulled freddy over to a couch, pulled him onto his lap so he was sitting and freddy was straddling him, then started kissing him again, slower this time yet no less forceful, his hands slipping under freddys jacket and undershirt. "he knows what he's doing" freddy thought "oh thank fucking christ, he knows what he's doing." freddy grinded up against white, couldn't help letting a whine escape him, he kissed down whites jaw n started sucking at his neck, white lifted his head up and pressed their foreheads together "what do you want sweetheart, we'll do whatever you want" he said. freddy licked his lips and swallowed "i want you to fuck me". White grinned, "yeah?" "yeah" freddy confirmed.

After a few more minutes of necking white led him over to the bed, and stripped them both effortlessly while still making out with freddy, this confirmation of his experience helping to relax freddy, white was running his hands over freddys sides and it was strangely tender and soothing, not at all what freddy had anticipated, but that he enjoyed nonetheless. They explored each others bodies, hands everywhere and kisses all over chests and shoulder, freddy growing red at how much his body responded to whites movements, arching into his touch, the stupid noises he was making.

When they were face to face again white gave freddy a small kiss on his lips "still want me to fuck you?" he said "yes" freddy said, not sure what he was supposed to do, but white had turned away, going thru the drawer of his nightstand, pulled out a tube of lube and a foil wrapper. Oh, right, a condom. Freddy felt mildly stupid, wouldnt have thought in the moment to ask about protection, then relief that white was the kind of guy to not have to be asked to wear one.

Freddy got onto his hands and knees on the bed, feeling self conscious, the most he'd been since he became mr orange. "you want me to be like this?" he asked, white rubbed his lower back and arsecheeks, "whatever position you want baby" "ok" freddy said, still unsure.

when white slid a lubed finger into his arse, he gasped and slid his arms down, buried his face in them. "shhhhhh" white soothed "that ok?" freddy was breathing heavily but stuttered out "yeah". "just relax, ok baby?" white slowly fingerfucked him, added another finger then a third, the whole time checkin in with freddy. Then he removed them, freddy kept his face hidden against his arms with his arse up, could hear white quickly opening and putting on the condom, then squirting more lube on, felt the head of his cock against his hole, then inside him, inching in slowly, giving him time to get used to the feeling. Freddys legs were shaking and white rubbed lil circles over his outer thighs, "good boy, you're doing so well baby". Freddy was so out of his element, appreciated the encouragement. it occured to him that white had probably seen past mr oranges sneering overconfident swagger, could tell it was freddy’s first time doing this.

there was a slight burn and stretch, but sex didn’t hurt like freddy had anticipated. Freddy was suddenly grateful that white hadnt given him the rough fuck he was expecting, was going slow, steady thrusts, could feel whites hand on his back and neck, reassuring him. White gently pulled out, "we're just gonna change positions baby" and freddy let him manipulate his body, couldnt stop him if he wanted to, onto his side with white behind him, pressed against him. White brought freddy’s leg up and then guided his cock into him again, freddy giving a sharp intake of breath at the new angle. This was nice, white's arms around him now, and white kissing the back and side of his neck, "sweet boy, such a gorgeous boy" he breathed into freddys ear, and freddy twisted his head so they could sloppily half-kiss. One of white's hands started on his cock as he continued fucking freddy at a slow rhythm, freddy didn't feel close to coming but didnt care about it now, all the new sensations he was feeling tonight were enough, the warmth of white pressed up against him, and inside of him, and his arms around him. White muttered "gonna cum" next to his ear, and soon did with a grunt, freddy thought he could feel the fat cock pulsing inside him. White didn't continue thrusting but kept his softening cock inside of freddy as he jacked him off, freddy was exhausted, didn’t think he could come just then, he felt like telling white not to bother but couldnt get the words out, didnt realise he was still slightly shaking. White continued switching different rhythms on his dick until freddy came suddenly and unexpectedly with a small yell.

When white slipped out of him and let go freddy wanted to bury his face in his arms again but couldnt move, then felt white's weight back on the bed, pulling him over so they were facing each other, started kissing slowly and lazily, and that was just what freddy needed, he moaned, sunk into white, he could hear him muttering “gorgeous, youre fucking gorgeous baby” then white rolled over slightly so freddy was curled into his side, occassionally pressing small kisses on whites chest, white running his hand through freddy’s hair. “you enjoyed that orange?” freddy smiled weakly, bone tired and still processing what happened, “yeah”. white groaned and yawned “i’m tired as hell, we’ll shower in the morning” “you want me to stay the night?” freddy said surprised. “sure, if you wanna. im not gonna fuck you then make you sleep alone” white said

it wasn't supposed to happen like this, white – this man who just yesterday was bragging about how to cut a man's fingers off for defending his business  – was supposed to fuck him, be rough with him, be every stereotype that freddy anticipated, then send him off into the night. Instead he'd been more tender and sweet than freddy could’ve imagined, than he had a right to be, than anyone would ever treat freddy again, had made sure he was ok and called him pet names, called him gorgeous. Freddy should've left right then. Instead, he did the worst thing possible. He burst into tears

this was the icing on this whole mistake cake, not only was white gonna think that he was some foolhardy whore who spread his legs for the first man who’d have him (which, an hour ago, he couldnt have given a damn about it, maybe thats what the reputation he wanted for mr orange), now he was gonna think he was emotionally disturbed.

"hey, hey" white's hand slipped down from his hair and started rubbing his back, bringing him in closer, which just made freddy sob pathetically more, bury his face into white’s neck. "I didn't hurt ya did i?" freddy shook his head and managed to whisper out a "no". "you're just feeling a bit vulnerable?" and freddy said "yeah", white continued to rub his back while making shhhh soothing noises, said “you’re ok, you’re good sweetheart”. freddy soon calmed down, whites hand never leaving him, neither man talking. freddy usually had trouble falling asleep but exhausted after his crying fit and with the warm body pressed beside him he went to sleep quickly

when he woke up, it was still dark, he and white had drifted apart slightly during the night but white still had an arm resting over him. Freddy rolled over which woke White up with a grunt. "wassa time?" he muttered. freddy looked at the digital alarm clock on whites nightstand "just after 3am" white gave another grunt as thanks, his eyes closed "c'mere" freddy sunk into his side again, let white lazily sling an arm around him, then he leaned over and started softly kissing along whites shoulder and neck "love how affectionate you are kiddo" white said, his eyes still closed "go back to sleep, i'll cook you something nice for breakfast in the morning"

no one had ever described freddy as 'affectionate' before, but then again he'd never been this affectionate – nor recieved anywhere close to this amount of affection – before. For the first time since he began the job, freddy felt guilty, for letting white treat him so good, treat him like a lover. He didnt feel like supercool Mr Orange anymore, just felt like a rat. He wondered what would happen between him and white, whether they could do this again (and again and again). He wondered if he could somehow get white a leaner sentence, lie maybe, say that white was forced to do the job to pay back a debt to Joe, but even in his head he knew White wouldn’t go along with it, he was an honourable guy, just with a really fucked up code of honour. For one crazy minute he wondered if he could just abandon everything, the police force, his whole life, and just drive off together, he and white living life on the lam. He yawned and wondered what white was gonna make him for breakfast.

[jinmukangwrites]

Nightwing BTHB

X/Completed /// Fire/Requested /// Diamond/Next

Warnings: fear toxin, angst, normal DC things really. This one is actually pretty tame.

Prompt: Big Brother Instinct

Gosh, it's been awhile since I last tortured my boy Dick. I missed this.

-o-o-o-o-

Dick is screaming, writhing, begging for it to stop, begging for Bruce or Batman or someone to save him, oh God someone save him, make it stop, make it stop make it stop. Tears run down his face and his hands are constantly jerking and flexing against the velcro restraints as his fingers claw at the white blankets below him, there's red under his fingernails from when he had tried to claw his own eyes out.

Tim can hardly stand it, it feels like his heart has been ripped out and stomped all over. It should be him. It should be Tim in that room strapped down like an insane patient while Alfred and Bruce desperately try to find a cure for Scarecrow's newest fear toxin. That sniper was aiming towards Red Robin, not Robin, not Orphan, not Red Hood, not Nightwing. Towards him. It would have hit him if Nightwing hadn't suddenly pushed Tim out of the way. Tim remembers falling to the ground, scraping his elbows and knees, and turning to see a beautifully feathered dart sticking out of Nightwing's neck. It flashed in Tim's mind that colorful things usually mean dangerous, poisonous, but that flew from the forefront of his mind when Nightwing stumbled and paled, eyes wide.

"F-fear toxin," he had said.

He was fine for the first few minutes, only slightly shaking when Bruce sped in with the Batmobile. Halfway back towards the Batcave, Nightwing was panting and blinking way too much, tears were running down his face and his hands were white knuckled around his own arms. He accidentally referred to Bruce as "Tati" when Bruce asked him how he was doing and everyone knew that it was going to get worse from there. Nightwing considers Bruce a father, sure, but there is only one person who he calls that.

When they pulled into the cave, Hood and Orphan were both holding Nightwing down as he screamed and screamed and screamed, his fingers were bloodied and red, blood dripped down from his wide, terrified eyes.

"Stop!" Dick begs from the other room, his voice breaking at an octave higher than what it should be. Tim flinches and wishes, with a flash of guilt, that be could put a pair of headphones in right now. He needs to find where Scarecrow is and how he escaped Arkham without anyone noticing. Bruce has a strict no headphones in the Cave rule, that was set before Red Robin joined the cause when Jason missed the red alert one time because he was jamming out to Panic! At The Disco and Fall Out Boy with his cool new iPod.

So no headphones, Tim is forced to listen to Dick tear his own vocal chords out in his fear.

Tim clicks on a link, then another, and another, Dick is reduced to sobs an hour in, oddly silent after another, then back to screaming. The toxin is harsh, working randomly, gifting Dick with moments of clarity and then ripping it away by showing him Harvey Dent and a baseball bat, or Mary and John falling to their deaths, or something else that Tim can't entirely guess. He hears a woman's name, Dick screams about her and sobs, something about Blockbuster's death. He struggles so hard against the restraints when he begins to wail about the Forever Evil disaster, about Luther, about a pill, about how he couldn't breathe.

Tim wishes Bruce would just knock him out. It's making it hard to work and it keeps pulling at the back of his head that he should be back there instead of Dick. Tim's probably the best off from his brothers, he came and went so quickly that he hardly had time to make enemies or make a name for himself. Scarecrow was in jail most the time, Joker was uninterested in killing another Robin quite yet, Poison Ivy or Ra's or any of the big leagues just didn't seem to want any big moves quite yet and most of Tim's career as Robin was spent dealing with normal people who wanted to get themselves rich in various unoriginal ideas before Damian came and he left to the Titans.

Dick's been through it all. He's been tortured by the hands of the Joker, he's been beaten half to death by Two-Face, he's been drowned and bound and kicked down and kidnapped and buried alive and so many other things that it isn't fair. It isn't fair that Dick is back to this and Tim is happily doing his sweet detective work without a scratch on his body. It should be Tim in there, screaming about the night his parents died or that one time Tim was almost killed or when he was held in captivity after he found out he was still alive, alone and scared and hardly able to move a foot in any direction, while all his family thought he was dead and no one is going to come for him.

His fingers hurt. He's found out nothing but that Scarecrow hasn't actually escaped from Arkham and that the toxin recipe was smuggled out to one of Scarecrows loyal henchmen. With that discovery, the Arkham doctors were informed and they gave him a slap on the wrist and moved him to a more secure cell in the prison.

And that's it. There's no actual recipe for the fear toxin, there's no identity for the henchman, there's nothing useful.

He hears movement behind him as he watches through the security cameras of the location Nightwing was shot for the fifth time in ten minutes. He doesn't turn to look, he knows it's Bruce back at the lab trying to figure out a cure for Dick's fear. Dick is silent, probably going through a more lucid few minutes, giving Alfred and Bruce time to try and cure him, to take blood samples without the needle missing or asking him how he's feeling and all of that.

There's clinking, chemicals being mixed together in silence. How long has it been? Almost twelve hours. The sun is probably reaching its highest point in the sky. Kids are probably going to school, people to work, life beginning to make noise. They don't know that one of their beloved heroes is living each and every one of his nightmares below Wayne Manor.

A hand falls onto Tim's shoulder and he almost jumps out of his skin. He spins around to see Jason standing there, hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead from the recent removal of his helmet. He's smirking slightly, and Tim wonders how anyone could be even slightly smiling at a time like this.

"What did the computer ever do to you?" Jason asks and Tim frowns.

"What?"

"You're glaring at it like it peed in your root beer."

"First of all, that's a stupid thing to say, second of all, I'm not glaring."

Jason let's out a chuckles and there's a small whimper from where the medical ward is. Tim takes a deep breath and turns back to the computer. The screaming should start up again soon. Bruce swears and grabs whatever he is working on and sprints to the med bay.

"Hey, stop that," Jason says and Tim wants to groan.

"Stop what?"

"Copying me, I'm the one whose angry and annoyed all the time."

"Shut up," Tim growls and clicks on a new video link. He has to find the perp, find the recipe. Dick is breathing hard and Alfred is whispering comforts.

"Look," Jason says and he walks around the chair and literally sits on the keyboard of the computer.

"Dude!"

"Listen," Jason repeats and folds his arm across his chest. There's a continual "f" being typed into the computer and Tim wishes Jason would just get out of the way. "You're not the first one Dick took a hit for."

"Get off the computer," Tim hisses.

"He's done it for me, he's done it for Bruce, hell I bet he's done it loads of time for the demon spawn. I don't know about Cass though, but he probably has. That guy would jump in front of bullet for the dogs, Tim. So stop beating yourself up."

Tim remains silent, he can't find the words to say. He knows Jason is right, Dick has a… not a self sacrificing complex but a big brother complex. He thinks he should be the one to protect everyone, that he's the oldest and therefore he has to do everything in his power to make sure everyone is okay and happy and alive, no matter the cost, even if the cost is his own life and sanity. Though, just because Jason is right doesn't mean he's going to rise Jason's already high ego to tell him so.

Jason smirks anyway, taking Tim's silence as a victory. He jumps off the computer and folds his arm across his chest, looking down at Tim and Tim glares right back. Jason's smile only falters for a second when Dick suddenly let's out a terrified scream.

He clears his throat as Bruce yells something and Alfred snaps something back. It's clear that Jason is struggling just as much as Tim. Damian and Cass were both probably suffering as well, but Bruce had sent them back out into the city to look for leads. Tim remained back to do research and Jason because Bruce doesn't trust him outside in Gotham without Dick's or himself to supervise quite yet even though Jason, by all means, could leave right now if he wanted. Tim wonders why Jason is willingly staying.

Dick lets out a whimper, he's starting to beg, saying no, I'm sorry, he can't be dead, get off me, I'm poison, I'm scared, leave him alone, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, let me go, I don't want to die, Bruce IM SORRY, and Tim doesn't know that he's hyper focusing on those words until Jason snaps a finger in front of his eyes. Tim focuses on Jason's face, how it's tight and the smile is the furthest thing from loose and genuine.

"Here's what's going to happen," Jason says and Dick's voice breaks in the middle of another scream, "Alfred and Bruce are going to find the cure, Dick is going to calm down, Bruce and Alfred are going to give him a 30 to 45 minutes lecture, then he will let us in to see him. We will go in, and you'll jump into Dick's arms and tell him to never do that again and he'll smile stupidly and say no promises."

Tim reaches up to wipe at his eyes.

"He'll be okay," Jason says as Dick begs Alfred to not touch him and screams as they don't listen, "he always is."

-o-o-o-o-

"He wants to see you," Bruce says and Tim feels like he's going to melt into the chair. Finally, finally Cass and Damian found the henchman and got the recipe to the toxin (after beating the man within a half inch of his life, of course) and Bruce had finally managed to make a cure. It took an hour for Dick to stop crying out or sobbing and shaking, thirty minutes for Bruce to yell his ear off, fifteen for Alfred to give Dick that "I'm very disappointed in you" talk, and another hour for Dick to be left to rest.

All in all, it's been almost sixteen hours since Dick was shot with the dart. Sixteen hours filled with terror and tears and helplessness.

And finally, finally Tim is allowed to go into the med bay and check to see Dick is okay with his own eyes.

Tim stands from the couch. He had been moved upstairs for dinner a few hours before while Bruce remained down in the cave to make sure Dick was stable, they have been banned going down by Alfred's stern glare, not even Damian attempted to go back down after being caught trying to the first time.

Going down into the cave feels like Tim has been sucked into a horror movie. Doubts run in his mind and he can't even place them. It's just a constant anxiety mining at the top of his skull. That all flies away the moment Tim enters the med bay.

Dick's there, and he looks close to normal. His cheeks are red and his eyes are a bit puffy but his //smile, his smile is what makes him Dick. It's lopsided, showing off white teeth, crinkling the corners of his eyes. No one has a smile like Dick Grayson.

"Hey buddy," Dick says, his arms open wide, inviting, and Tim feels a pinprick of dejavu but he pushes that aside and runs into Dick's arms. Dick laughs and embraces Tim in a strong grasp. He's warm. Tim's face is wet.

"Don't ever do that again," Tim says, his voice shakes.

Dick laughs and ruffles Tim's hair. "No promises."

[wizardcommune]

aaaaaa i also love urbosa (i’m the previous anon that asked for her ehe) i am just a Little Lesbian who is starved for content... is it too much to ask for sfw alphabet with her? i really don’t think you write her out of character like you worry in the tags :>

urbosa sfw alphabet

a/n - THANK YOU!!! that means so much to hear fndbsngm 

also, i’m so sorry about the wait on this one!! my school’s trimester is ending early so i’ve been trying to raise my grades at mach twenty. i do have a break now though, so i’ll be able to write more frequently!!

pairing - urbosa x reader

warnings - none!!

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

urbosa prefers giving verbal affection, and receiving physical affection! she compliments you as often as possible

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

as a best friend, she teases you a lot. she's like a big sister

but like. y’know. not in a weird way,,

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

she does! she’s not an extremely touchy person, but it would be comforting to hold you

her favorite positions are to lay on her back and put your head on her chest or shoulder, or spooning. no matter your height, She Will Always Be The Big Spoon

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

urbosa would still want to lead gerudo town as chieftain, but she’d settle down more in terms of fighting. she wouldn’t want to risk herself as much considering you were there

honestly i feel like urbosa is just That Person who fucking sucks at cooking. she knows it too; she’ll just kind of stare blankly at you in pain if you suggest she cook

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

she would be fine with the idea of commitment! she would want to wait at least a few years before considering marriage. it’s a weighty decision and she doesn’t want to make the wrong choice since it could harm both of you

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

she’s very gentle with you! definitely not as much as someone like mipha, but she’s very careful not to accidentally hurt you

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

urbosa doesn’t hug you often, but she shows physical affection in other ways. i.e. gently pulling you to lean on her when sitting down, keeping a hand on the small of your back, running her hands through your hair (if she can), etc.

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

probably a couple months at least? (i've never been in a relationship so is that normal????) 

she’ll say it on a calmer night, when the yiga clan is silent for once and king rhoam hasn’t called for her help. on rare days like these, she’s accustomed to drawing a bath that smells good as hell, so you’ll be really comfy and probably sleepy LMAO

will tell you right before you fall asleep when she’s thinks you aren’t awake!!! once she realizes you are, will 100% give u a forehead kiss 

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

urbosa doesn’t get jealous very often, mainly pissed if someone won’t stop harassing you. she’ll wrap an arm around your waist, and if they aren’t already intimidated (they’d have to be drunk or just have The Audacity) she won’t hesitate to roast tf out of them. if you thought her teasing you was bad, it’s terrifying now. she won’t hold back

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

she honestly doesn’t have a preference on where to be kissed! she likes kissing you on the shoulder, forehead, and hand the most. :))

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

she’s actually really good with kids! even before she became chieftain, she liked hanging out + playing pretend with them

something really cool about urbosa that the kids like is that she treats them with high respect and talks to them like adults!!! (but very sensitive adults at that; she doesn’t tease them much. kids deserve kindness and you bet she’s gonna fulfill that)

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

she prefers long hours of sleep + waking up late. so if it’s a chill day when you’re not needed for anything, she’ll stay with you in bed for hours

if she wasn’t able to sleep as much, she’ll be lowkey grumpy in the mornings until she gets her tea

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

like the mornings, she drinks tea a lot before bed. she gives me jasmine or chamomile tea energy???? idk

long baths are a must, especially since it’s so sandy,,, everywhere,,,,

she’s the type to have a ton of candles and nice soaps and stuff, so she always smells really good before bed

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

pretty early in the relationship! she trusts you enough to talk about things that are bothering her/have in the past. 

although, i’m not sure if she’d talk about zelda’s mother and stuff like that due to privacy reasons. unless zelda herself didn’t express concern over it, she’d keep the details pretty tight

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

unless you’re a yiga member, urbosa’s patience is very thick. i literally cannot think of a time she would get fully mad at you?? 

if you ever put yourself in danger, (especially for her) she would definitely scold you. never angry, though

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

urbosa remembers things even you don’t remember. mainly things you point out at a marketplace or something. 

(on that note, she is absolutely the type to spoil you. you can mention a pretty flower in rito village in passing and she’ll be convincing revali to go get it for you within an hour)

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

IM SORRY I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING FOR THIS ONE EITHER

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

very protective!! even if you can fight/are a champion, she’ll subconsciously be protecting you in battle. 

she doesn’t want you to worry about protecting her, honestly. (tbh she lowkey likes when you lean on her for safety)

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

she puts a lot of effort into them!! she actually finds it really fun to get to plan dates and stuff. she loves giving gifts and they are always very well thought out!!

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

bold of you to assume urbosa isn’t perfect

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

she does care about her looks, but only because it makes her feel good!! as long as she looks professional and clean, urbosa could care less about what other people think.

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

urbosa is comfortable enough with herself to be okay without a partner, but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt. if you ever were to get hurt/leave her, she would be crushed, but she would be able to heal.

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

she hates the cold with a burning passion and anytime she has to go to the tundra, she’s grumpy the whole time

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

i couldn’t think of a partner one, but she’s scared of dogs for some reason. she is a cat person and they lowkey freak her out

z = zzz (what are some sleep habits of theirs?)

even though she has guards, being the chieftain means either of you could be put in danger at any time. because of this, she’s a fairly light sleeper. she’s also pretty protective in her sleep! she’ll pull you close to her and keep a hand on the back of your neck or stomach

[gamzee-the-capricious-fanfic]

Chapter 3

Some Notes: There is some minor friend on friend violence. And some drug mention/use. Also, I don’t like weed terminology, its boring, so i’m just going to use cheesy slang for weed cause why not

It's the day before classes, the last 4 days have been a bit rough for you. Your pangs of guilt when seeing Karkat is starting to fade but it's been a bit difficult for you to communicate with him. Not because he avoids you or anything, quite the opposite really. He's pretty much always in your business at this point. You are no longer aloud to be alone at all now which you feel is putting strain on everyone. Especially yourself. You were ok when you had at least one option to be alone, well, to be fair that last day wasn't great but you had actually just found your husktop (how did you lose it?) so at least you wouldn't have been completely bored. So far though you just feel tossed around. You don't really think anyone really wants to sit around and grub-sit you all day. You feel stifled and unable to do anything you want to do. I mean, you don't feel like you can ask someone to go with you anywhere, it has been more like you have to follow them around. But worse than that you kind of feel… unwanted. 

It's not an unfamiliar feeling. In fact you've felt that way most of your life. I mean your own lusus never really wanted to stick around. The eventual use of sopor later on helped you to not feel that way. Well, the feeling was still there but buried deep in your high as hell mind. Then of course you met your friends, but they never really wanted to hang out with you. Tavros talked to you a lot but it wasn't within his means to visit you. Karkat you felt kind of just tolerated you before you were moirails. Occasionally others would talk to you but not much. You guess you never really processed those feelings when you were doped up and now they are all up crowding your thinkpan. You wish you could get high. 

At the moment you are trailing after Nepeta and Equius. They are talking animatedly, or well Nepeta is at least. You kind of feel, in the way. You guess you are just lucky they aren't trying to incorporate you into the conversation out of guilt. You would much prefer to not interact with anyone. You wonder if you slowed down enough would they notice you were gone? They aren't looking at you so you slow your walking keeping an eye on them to see if they may look back. Once they are quite a ways ahead of you you quickly make your way behind a building so you will no longer be in line of sight. You wonder how long it will take them to see you are not with them. Best to not think about it. You're on a mission: find a way to get high so you can stop thinking about things for at least a little while. You don't intend to pick up sopor again by any means but you know there are human alternatives. You want to get high, just for today. You hope that when classes start tomorrow everything will be at least a little better. You head off towards the city, if you stay on campus, the chances of you being caught are likely.

It takes you a few hours but eventually you find a seedy motherfuckin area and actually you kind of stumble into a drug deal. It could have been bad but you waved around some money and the dealer was happy to sell to you. He offered you many different types of human drugs but you heard from Dave that weed is pretty ok and there is not a high chance of addiction. So you buy some, you probably spent more for it than it was worth but you don't really care, you pay a little extra so the dealer can show you what you are even supposed to do with it. He says the fastest way to use it is to smoke it so you figure that is what you will do. You bought enough to make a few blunts as you find out they are called, you don't really give two fucks about the terminology. You shove the packet of weed in your pocket and head on your way. 

You find a nice secluded spot just off campus and you figure its as good a place as any, so you sit on the ground back against a building and you try to figure out how a human lighter works. Alternian ones are so much easier, this design is stupid. You finally manage after a few tries, great. You roll up a motherfucker and light it. Shit makes you cough but honestly whatever it takes at this point. It takes a little bit of time but you start feeling a bit high. Not as good as sopor but it is enough to chill you out. It makes it easier not to think about things. You sigh and look up at the sky. It's about 7 pm you think. You turned off your phone so you couldn't check for sure. You decide to sit there for a while longer, even though the high makes you feel better you don't want to go back to your room. You know Karkat will just rip into you so you'd rather put it off a bit for now. You decide to light up another one. Might as well. 

The sky has long since gone dark and you still haven't gone back yet. The darkness is no obstacle of course. Trolls are technically nocturnal creatures after all. You sigh, you should probably turn your phone on at least. When it turns on you see you have 25 missed calls, all from Karkat, and a slew of messages from various friends. You don't care to look at them so you just delete them all. You look at the time while you are at it, huh, 11pm. You didn't think you had been sitting here that long. You decide you ought to get up. Your legs feel all stiff from sitting so long. You decide to slowly start walking towards the side of campus your dorm building is at. You still want to procrastinate on getting there but you know you ought to at least sleep a little before classes the next morning. You imagine Karkat might rant and rave at you for at least a couple hours. 

Your halfway to the dorm building just minding your motherfuckin business when you hear something running towards you. Your high is still going so your a bit slow to react but it is Karkat and he looks pissed. You wonder why he is not slowing down as he approaches you but you soon find out. He tackles you to the ground driving the breath out of you and then he punches you in the face. Hard. 

"YOU FUCKING VILE HORSESHIT PRICK!" He punches you again. You are too surprised by this reaction to do anything. 

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU JUST UP AND DISSAPEAR LIKE THAT!" He goes to punch you again but you grab his hand stopping him. He is practically snarling at you and every ounce of high feeling you had is gone. 

"FUCKING SAY SOMETHING YOU ASSHOLE, GIVE SOME EXCUSE I DARE YOU!" 

You kind of snap. "I DON'T NEED TO GIVE YOU A MOTHERFUCKIN REASON. I'M NOT SOME FUCKING WRIGGLER THAT NEEDS LOOKING AFTER KARKAT." You shove him off of you. You are angrier than you ever recall being. Karkat looks alarmed but you don't care. He tries to say something. 

"SHUT THE MOTHERFUCK UP AND JUST LISTEN TO ME FOR ONE GODDAMNED SECOND." You lower your voice a bit, rage is still boiling through your veins so it is more of a dangerous quiet. "I can't fucking stand to be smothered Karkat. You think I like being tossed around, unwanted, and treated like I'm broken motherfucker?" 

He stutters, the fear on his face makes you smile. "I-I---n-no Gamzee. I-I'm sorry--" 

"Of course you are. OF COURSE YOU ARE. I can make you real and truly sorry my brother." 

A timid voice comes from behind you. 

"G-Gamzee?"

You turn with an almost guttural growl at whoever interrupted you. It's Tavros. Part of you is screaming inside to not hurt him but the you that isn't you takes a step towards Tavros with a sadistic smile on your face. Karkat grabs your arm and pulls you towards him. Next thing you know your hands are around his neck squeezing. Despite that he looks calm, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. You loosen your grip on his throat and he shooshes you. The anger is starting to slip away leaving you feeling empty. Your hands fall to your sides, you feel like a limp doll, probably look like one too. Then filling up the emptiness you feel is horror. You were going to hurt them. You almost came close to killing your moirail. 

"O-oh god, Karkat i-im sorry, i'm so sorry. I wouldn't have--" you trail off, you were lying, you would have killed him. You would have snapped his neck like a twig. You think he knows too.

You don't understand how he could stand there, comforting someone who was just seconds away from killing him. You feel sick to your stomach. Karkat is rubbing your back and murmuring to you that everything is ok. 

"But I hurt you..?" You can't comprehend that being anywhere close to ok.

"Well, to be fair I did punch you, twice.” He examines your face. “Hold still.” 

He wipes your face with his sleeve, you didn’t realize your nose was bleeding. He makes a face at the blood on his sleeve. You look down at his neck, you can still see the imprint of your hands. He notices you looking. 

“It’s fine Gamzee, It could have been worse.”

You suppose so? But still doesn’t erase the fact that you still did that and had the intention to do worse. You sigh, you do that alot these days you realize. After a moment you say in a quiet voice, not one of violence but uncertainty. 

“I… don’t see how you can still up and have any feelings for this motherfucker after all this.”

“Well, you might be a violent clown dumbass but you’re MY violent clown dumbass. Does that answer your question?”

You chuckle softly. 

 Another voice chimes in. It’s Tavros, you kind of forgot he was still there.

“Y-yeah, well, uh, I’m not in a quadrant or anything with you” He blushes profusely. “ but I still uh, care about you, uh, i-inafriendway.” He says that last bit very quickly. 

Karkat rolls his eyes, you’re not sure why though. Actually most of Tavros’s actions and words kind of confused you. You’re getting some mixed motherfuckin signals. It’s too confusing to think about right now you decide. After looking at Karkat you stifle a laugh at a thought you just had.

“You know, if no one else knew better they would probably think we were kismesis.” You gesture to your face and Karkat’s neck.

“Oh god, I can’t even imagine that. Me hate dating you? No fucking way.”

You laugh for real now, you 100% agree with that statement. Karkat grabs your hand and starts tugging you towards the dorm building. 

“Lets get you cleaned up then we are going to have a pile session, well, probably just on the lounge couch.”

Damn, you were totally ready to whip out the horn pile. After a big exaggerated sigh you smile. It's been a while since you two had a real feelings jam. 

Later in your guy's room you and Karkat are all sorts of comfy in the couch. You are lying with your head on Karkat’s lap and he is running his hands through your hair. You have already went back over and talked about the whole feeling suffocated thing, this time with less yelling and violence. Karkat was thinking of a way to compromise, you get to do whatever but he still wants a way to know if you are unsafe or feel like you might have a seizure. 

“Ok, how about, a text warning? Like not a word or anything that may be too long. Maybe an emoji?” 

You yawn, It’s really fucking late. “Yeah sure Kar, that sounds fine by me.” You think for a moment. “I guess we should pick one then?”

Karkat starts flipping through the emojis on his phone occasionally showing you one that he thinks would be appropriate. You just want a funny one though.

“Look, Its gotta be something you wouldn’t normally use ok? These fucking stupid ones look like something you would just randomly send me.”

You suppose he is right. He searches intently before pointing at one. It is a red x lookin thing. 

“This one, remember that you dumbass.”

“Sure Karbro, now, not to be too much of a buzzkill on this whole pale sesh but can we go to sleep now?” You yawn again.

“Oh god Gamzee, please never call this that ever again. An idiot like you knows what it sounds like.” He is making a face. “Now maybe get the fuck off of me then we can sleep.” 

You sigh, then you grab him and pull him down to lie on the couch next to you. He grumbles. 

“What the fuck are you doing Gamzee.”

“Oh no bro, I am too motherfucking tired to get the fuck up so I guess you are just stuck here.” You smile and pull him in close, no escape for this motherfucker. 

Karkat mutters some very interesting curses but ends up settling down giving in. You love it when you win. 

Some inspiration songs for this Chapter:

The Reason cover by Chase Holfelder https://youtu.be/jsLHVKGIMik

Fit for Rivals Damage https://youtu.be/MsWzZ4SnhSk 

Twenty one pilots Car Radio https://youtu.be/KAmBKyfoJCY

And Every Breath You Take cover by Chase Holfelder https://youtu.be/KAmBKyfoJCY

^ this one more like Karkat in this chapter

[badboys-imagines]

Lie to me

Pairing : Tom, Reader

PART II

Summary : A complicated story in which Y/N and Tom already know each other from work.

Y/N : Your Name

Y/L/N : Your Last Name

A/N : Tell me if you like it :)! xx

(PART I here)

Y/N stared blankly at the screen as the emission ended.

God. Tom loved her.

Reality took hold and she grabbed her phone, her hands shaking as she dialed his number.

Wait, a little voice sang in her head.

What if he didn't want to be with her ? After all, he'd never said anything. Besides, Tom lived a peaceful life in London while she enjoyed New-York City...

She had to send him a message, at least.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" She wrote.

Not good enough, Y/N thought, erasing the sentence.

"Seems like we need to talk, Hiddleston. "

No, no and no.

Y/N sighed in exasperation. She knew why it was so hard for her to speak the truth. They were different. A life by Tom's side would mean paparazzis, tabloids and all the things she despised. Not to mention the female celebrities who flirted with him. For all these reasons, Y/N would never be able to admit her feelings.

"I love you." She typed lazily, "I'll never gather enough courage to say it or send this stupid message. How pathetic. I'm so scared all the time, always wondering if you finally fell for some sexy actress. Anyway, with time you'd get tired of me. I feel so small in your world. But hell, I need you, Hiddleston. My dearest friend, my partner in crime. I will always love you."

Y/N knew she would never send it. Instead, she just lied down on the couch, throwing her phone next to her. She stared at the ceiling for a while, emotions becoming overwhelming as she thought of Tom. The young woman slightly turned her head, eyes wandering on the TV screen. Lulled by the constant chattering on her favorite channel, Y/N drifted into sleep.

Just before she could reach for Tom's hand in her dream, a loud noise of shattering glass awoke her.

Y/N groaned, opening an eye.

"Fuck !" She swore, contemplating her broken phone on the floor, "No, no, no !"

It was a disaster. Y/N desperately needed it to receive calls from her boss.

She ran to the closest shop and paid a colossal amount of money to get her device fixed in the week. Meanwhile, they gave her another phone and she trotted back to her building, partly relieved.

A lump in her throat, she spent the worse night of her life, her stomach in knots as she checked her phone every five minutes, wondering if she should call Tom.

After what seemed an eternity, Y/N finally closed her eyes.

When she woke up, it was already noon.

Dragging her feet to the kitchen, Y/N contemplated cooking something, but then fell on a chair, releasing a long sigh. Her heart felt so heavy it seemed to drag her body down.

Rubbing her bloodshot eyes, she gulped at the thought Tom was just going to disappear from her life if she did nothing. In fact, there were only few chances they were going to meet again. Y/N had to call him. Tell him she needed him, as a friend of course.

She dialed his number and it rang.

At the same moment, a soft knock on the door caused her to lift her head up.

Probably the neighbor.

To say Mr. Thurman didn't like her was an understatement. He was certainly annoyed after she'd let the TV on all night.

"Just a minute !" Y/N yelled, anxiously waiting for Tom to pick up.

That's when she realized another phone was actually ringing. Behind her door.

Y/N froze. She thought about the infinitesimal chance it was him standing in the corridor, but it was delusional.

Tom was in Europe, miles away from her. It had to be that grumpy neighbor of hers.

Sighing deeply, Y/N made her way to the door and unlocked it, running a hand through her messy hair. As soon as she opened it, a familiar scent invaded her senses, causing her stomach to clench, and a sharp British accent came tickling her ears,

"Good morning." Tom's voice softly said, checking her out from head to toe.

Y/N's jaw dropped.

Oh god. She wasn't dreaming.

"Tom ?" she gasped, "What are you doing here ?"

Heart stuttering, Y/N cleared her throat, hating herself for being in her pajamas at that very moment. Wasn't he supposed to be in UK ?

She rubbed the back of her neck with her hand and an uncomfortable silence fell between them. Tom's eyes darkened to the point they almost looked grey in the daylight. To the way he stared at her in disbelief, Y/N could tell he was surprised and maybe slightly disappointed by her reaction.

After a moment, he shrugged, burying his hands into his pockets, "I'm sorry," he chuckled uncomfortably, "I didn't mean to disturb you. I'm here for a while. I was just wondering if you could... Host me for a few weeks."

At first, the young woman remained silent. There were plenty of hotels out there, cheap and expensive ones. Tom could have easily found a room. Her gaze settled on his and she finally caught the last words of his sentence.

Oh, no.

"Don't you have friends who could give you a room ?" she suddenly asked, heart hammering in her chest.

Tom blinked in confusion, pressing his lips together,

"Well, yes I do." He paused, narrowing his eyes, "Are we not friends ?"

Y/N bit the inside of her cheeks, her heart slowly sinking in her chest.

No, he wasn't just a friend.

However, she missed him. Her giant dork, the guy who made her laugh, the man she loved.

"A few weeks you said ?" Y/N repeated, taking a moment to think, "I guess you could sleep with me. Oh... I mean, not with me, in my bed, in the bed." She stuttered, her cheeks turning crimson red. Gulping audibly, Y/N quickly shook her head, "Anyway. Yes, you can stay here."

Damn it.

Even though he kept his voice low and calm, Tom bit down onto his lip, his usually cold, pale skin tinting with light shades of red,

"Very well then." he plunged his gaze into hers and for a moment, Y/N lost herself into the blue ocean of his eyes, ''If I can sleep in your bed," Tom quoted teasingly, "we should be fine doing this for a few weeks.''

"I didn't mean it like that..." Y/N started to mumble.

Wait. A few weeks ?

It took her a moment to realize what it would involve. Tom living with her, even just for several days, would be the end of her. The simple fact he was standing at her door had her trembling and unable to speak correctly.

"But a few weeks..." she repeated, fidgeting with her fingers, "It's pretty long, Tom."

It was the moment Y/N's neighbor chose to pop out of his apartment, grumbling and swearing as he used to.

Martin Thurman had always been curious. Maybe too curious. He stopped what he was doing and pretended to look for his keys, watching Tom intently. There were great chances her neighbor had been listening to them through his door.

"Why don't you come in ?" Y/N suddenly asked, gripping Tom's sleeve as to pull him inside.

He took a few steps ahead and swiftly glanced behind him, just in time to notice Y/N's neighbor before she closed the door. As soon as he turned around to look at her, the young woman clumsily bumped into his chest. Tom promptly wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping Y/N from falling on the floor.

Her heart started pounding erratically as a delicious warmth filled her stomach. Y/N felt Tom slightly pressing her body against his and she cautiously avoided his gaze. As his thumb made tiny circles on her back, Tom brought her closer.

"Y/N."

He lifted her chin up with his free hand and locked eyes with her. As soon as his icy orbs pounced on hers, Y/N was lost.

"Do you want me to leave ?" Tom rasped, causing her to blush.

Holding his blue gaze, Y/N tried to utter something like a yes. Her lips moved as to form the word, but no sound came out of her mouth.

It was going to hurt, again. She knew it.

They remained silent for a few more seconds, Y/N barely breathing, her skin burning as she felt his body so close to hers. Heart thundering in her chest, she took a deep breath,

"Stay."

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[bobasheebaby]

I Love You

Pairing: Bastien x Harlow Word count: 1,729 Warnings: nerves, first date feels, angst, some fluff Summary: Harlow and Bastien have a first date. Does everything go as planned? Faith Evans I Love You is the song that got me through. A/N: AU that takes place during the social season, no scandal. @liam-rhys wanted a Bastien x MC this is one of two ideas that came to me. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist. Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, just borrowing them from PB.

First time I saw your face My heart just erased All the guys I knew before You walked into my life I was the type to never want for nothing Each and every day, I try to make some sense of this What you mean to me, I know it could be serious Each and every nite, I dream about just holding you Loving you like this, what is a girl supposed to do I love you I want you You're the one that I live for And I can't take it any more I love you I need you What can I do to make you see You're the only one for me The secret was out, well at least between the two of them, their shared feelings finally exposed.  Maybe staying would work out for her in the end. She had wanted to pull out and leave when she told Liam she would never be his, but he pleaded with her to stay, worried about the scandal that could erupt if one of the top suitors suddenly left in the middle of the social season. She promised to stay, it was hard—she fell hard for the head of his royal guard and had been counting down the days until she could finally leave with her heart intact—scared her feelings would never be reciprocated. 

Now the social season was coming to a close, Liam would soon announce who would be his queen and she would be free to go home to New York. Did she still want to leave? Knowing he felt the same way, would she be able to leave Cordonia and go back to New York like none of it had ever happened? Would she be able to pretend she hadn’t left her heart in Cordonia? If she was honest with herself she didn’t want to leave and go home anymore, she wanted to stay—with him. Only problem was no one knew, maybe that was her fault, waiting so long to let him in on the secret she hadn’t realized they shared. She felt like a fool for keeping her secret for so long, all the time they could have spent together wasted. If she stayed what excuse would she use to explain? Would he even want her to stay? Harlow felt stupid for ever worrying about him feeling the same about her, but what if it wasn’t enough? What if while he had feelings for her it was temporary, just for the remainder of the social season? What if he never wanted to be with her past the social season? There she went with her fears once again, letting herself worry over something she wasn’t even sure she had to. Harlow never felt quiet like this before, the feelings he incited in her. The intensity of her feelings both scared her and thrilled her all at once. She wanted nothing more than to be his, she was unsure how they could make it work, Liam had been afraid of a scandal before—wouldn’t this be worse? She couldn’t hurt him like that—yet she knew she needed to follow her heart. Her heart, these weren’t simple feelings—that kiss, she could still feel his lips on hers when she closed her eyes. The way her body reacted, her skin lighting on fire from a few simple kisses becoming a vivid memory forever imprinted in her mind. Her body yearned for more, the memory of the kiss inciting wildly vivid dreams. Her body had been disappointed when he stopped her and left, her mind and heart falling deeper knowing he wanted to take her out. The anticipation of their date kept her entire body on edge, she wasn’t sure what to expect—what could they do, where could they do that wouldn’t draw attention to them? Were they ready for everyone to know the reason she essentially pulled out of the social season? She stayed but no longer cared about winning each event. The thought of what their date might lead to made her heart rate speed up and her breath catch in her throat. Her stomach was a bundle of nerves, it felt like it was filled with a million butterflies  flapping their wings all at once. She stood before her mirror her brown hair falling around her face in beach waves, she took in a deep breath as she smoothed down the black lace top trying to calm her nerves. Just breathe, it’ll be fine. She tried to reassure herself, tried to settle her nerves, she wasn’t usually so nervous about a first date—but she never had feelings like these before either. She looked again at her appearance in the full length mirror, she tried to dress nice but not too dressy, black lace high necked top with a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, topped off with a pair of black flats. She checked her makeup, making sure she didn’t need to touch it up, she had gone with a smokey eye, and nude matte lipstick, naturally highlighting her cheekbones. She wanted to look effortless even if she felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest. Harlow glanced at the time, grabbed her purse and headed out to meet Bastien by his car. She slowed when she saw him leaning against the dark SUV waiting for her. Her breath hitched when she took him in, he was dressed in dark wash jeans, and a crisp black button down shirt, his grey eyes shining brightly, his raven hair slicked back perfectly. She had never seen him in anything other than his grey royal guard suit, even after she’d backed out of the competition she’d only seen him in an official capacity. While he always looked good she thought this look suited him more. Bastien pushed himself off the car when he spotted her coming towards him, his smile growing as she came closer. He felt his pulse quicken at the sight of her, she filled him with such happiness he’d never felt before. His stomach twisted in knots as he started to question the plans he had for their date. A wide smile spread across Harlow’s face as she closed the distance between them as she greeted him with a smile. Her heart raced at their close proximity, stomach in knots once again, she mentally worked to calm herself. “I thought maybe we could go back to my place and I could cook you dinner,” he started, obviously nervous, “I would—“ “That sounds perfect Bas.” She replied smiling, seeing him as nervous as she was helped put her at ease. As he helped her in the car she couldn’t help but smile at how sweet his plan for their date was, something private and personal, where they wouldn’t have to worry about anyone spotting them. The short ride to Bastien’s home they slowly felt their nerves ebb away as they fell into an easy conversation. They pulled up to a small two story Rustic home, nestled in a small wooded area off the beaten path. The mixture of wood and stone working perfectly together and seemed to suit him well. The inside of the home was minimalist while still being warm and comforting. His living room opened onto his kitchen, a nice plush couch facing a flatscreen tv. The kitchen was outfitted with all stainless steel appliances, plenty of workspace and a round table in the middle. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I thought I’d make a simple spaghetti.” He stated as he moved around the kitchen with ease. “That sounds perfect. Do you need any help?” She asked smiling. “You can open the wine.” He replied gesturing to the wine and corkscrew with his free hand. Harlow went about opening the wine and they slipped back into an easy conversation. Before she knew it they were sitting down to eat. The delightful smells of homemade pasta sauce engulfing her senses. She took a bite and let out a satisfied hum as the flavors exploded over her tongue. “This is delicious.” She stated while twirling a second bite. Conversation continued to flow easily throughout dinner. They cleared the table and moved to the couch. Harlow who had felt at ease all through dinner, started to feel the butterflies fluttering in her stomach once again. She never felt so nervous with someone she liked before, but she knew this wasn’t like anything she felt before. Her heart raced, why can’t things just be easy? She longed for the ease they had developed back. She decided to let her nerves go and go for it. She leaned in pressing her lips to his. His hand came up to tangle in her hair as he kissed her back. She rested her hand against his chest as she deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced together, she felt heat pool in her core as electricity flowed through her veins. She moaned into the kiss shifting closer until their bodies were as close as possible. A loud banging on the door broke them apart, Bastien let out a sigh as he got up to get the door. Harlow flopped back on the couch letting out an exasperated breath as she watched him walk to the door. Bastien opened the door, “Drake, what are you doing here?” He asked, surprised to see the younger man at his door. “They’ve been calling you know, where the hell have you been?” Drake questioned, his voice raised as he ran his hand through his chestnut locks. “Drake,” Bastien stated in warning, reminding him he raised him. “It’s my night off my phone is on silent, why are you here?” He repeated his previous question. “The king collapsed, they have to move up the coronation and they need the head of the royal guard to help do that.” Drake explained, clearly agitated. He looked past Bastien and spotted Harlow sitting on the couch, trying desperately to make it look less like they were caught in a heavy make out session. “Williams?” He asked clearly confused as to why she would be at Bastien’s. Harlow felt her cheeks flush, tinging a deep pink. Her heart pounded in her chest, knowing there would be questions coming. She raised her hand in a small wave, “Hi Drake.”

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[thelyzardqueen]

My first relationship - like, first real one - was toxic. I met Peyton in some dumb guitar elective in high school. It was the end of his senior year and the end of my junior year. That summer we spent weekends partying with our friends. He was never my type, but I found myself very attracted to him. Maybe it was because he was just as desperate as I was to get laid so he actually paid attention to me. I don’t even remember the exact string of events that led to me losing my virginity to him. I’m pretty sure we never even went on a date or hung out without the constant company of our friends. I do remember, however, not caring about what happened afterward. I told myself that I just wanted to get sex over with and move past the initial hesitation of it all.You’re told your whole life that guys only want one thing, they don’t want to date you, there is no romance, don’t believe when a guy tells you they love you because they’re only manipulating your emotions to fuck you. So, I told myself that I was going to get ahead of it. Why couldn’t I play a man at his own game and win? Why couldn’t I use him to get off? I remember the first time being lackluster. It was exciting and felt great, but that whole magical, coming of age feeling they tell you about was absent. But eventually, over time - to my fucking surprise - I fell in love with him. I couldn’t tell you the moment it happened or even how it happened. But I can tell you what it did to him and what he did to me. His love for me manifested itself in violence and insecurities and distrust. For a year and a half I dealt with this and I dealt with it alone. I couldn’t tell my parents I was sneaking around with a guy they didn’t know about. My friends already hated him, so telling them would just add fuel to their ever burning fire. The last time I remember seeing him is a bit hard to talk about. For the greater part of our relationship, we did not live near each other. We still found ways to see each other, and on this particular day I was going home for the weekend. He hated me for leaving. But what else was I supposed to do? He barely had a real job for once and I had a hard time finding one. Neither of us had cars at the time and I had shit I wanted to do. I wanted to go to college and do something with myself besides smoke in the living room watching cartoons with his roommates for the rest of my life. But the last time I saw him. I was getting ready to leave and we were saying bye. I hugged him and he stood there, unmoving, not reciprocating my hug. He had a blank stare, eyes filled with tears. When I asked him what was wrong, he said I hurt him when I leave. This was always a fight. This was his way of making me feel guilty, but I was done playing into it. When I didn’t instantly reassure him that I would come back - after having fucking done this over and over and still coming back - he became angry. He gripped my neck and screamed in my face, slowly losing bloodflow. I remember that I did not fight back. I did not beg him to let me go. I’d wished he crushed my neck that day. I wished he would have to live with that the rest of his life, but now I have to live with that memory for the rest of mine. 

But, that was just the last memory. It wasn’t always that bad. I remember laying in bed with him while the rest of the world disappeared for a few hours. We talked about dumb shit, our favorite shit. We were never going anywhere, though. We could never realistically have a future together, despite the time he asked me to send him pictures of rings so he could pick out one I would like. With Peyton, I liked the idea of having a life long relationship more than I liked being with him after his first few tantrums and fits. I wanted to be able to say that we made it, we bridged the distance and fucking made it. Instead, I get to say that I made it out alive. For a while there, I was uncertain.

Peyton broke me. I hated who I became because of him: this insecure, needy, angry person. I hated crying myself to sleep every night and finding emotional release only in the shower with a Bic razor pressed against my skin. Looking at everyone around me and finding their flaws and using those to hurt them. . .

And then I met Wesley. He was everything Peyton was not: kind, dumb, non confrontational, immature. In many ways I took Peyton with me. All of his stupid, toxic traits followed me into this new relationship and I hate myself for it. I remember getting angry at him for minutia. He didn’t match his clothes. He didn’t know what he wanted to do most of the time. We were going to go eat somewhere about a month into us dating. I told him where I wanted to eat and as we were on our way there, he asked where we were going. I remember being instantly irritated. I called him stupid, my brow furrowed, fury in my eyes. And, in very Peyton like fashion, I appologized as soon as we got to the restaurant. I begged him to forgive me and I would be better. Be better I would not. For 4 years he dealt with my attitude and random emotional outbursts. Poor guy didn’t know what to do. Hell, I didn’t even know what to do. 

It was never all me, though. I did calm down after he almost left me about 2 years in. I learned how to check my attitude before it got out of hand. I got so good at being nice to him that he proposed to me on my 22nd birthday. But once I sorted through all of my baggage and slayed all of my demons, I was finally able to see the relationship for what it was. I saw all the times I talked about the future and growing with him and building a life to this dude with an expressionless face. He had this reflex that I could not stand. He would close his eyes and rub his temples when I spoke too fast or put too much information in his head. Wesley had his own pre-Aleyah issues and he could never cope with them. Being with me drove him mad, even when I wasn’t being an asshole. He tried so hard to make me happy, but he could never make himself happy. It is impossible to try to make someone happy when you are miserable with yourself. And making someone else happy isn’t your responsibility. 

We had a complicated relationship. My parents let him move in with us. We worked together in a depressing place where I was his boss. So, leaving him before shit got crazy would have meant him being homeless and jobless. So, I had to make sure if we broke up, it would be for good and not just some dumb fight. Plus, we had already mailed out the invitations to our wedding and I had just purchased my wedding dress. 

Im over this. Until next time.

[packetofsuga]

Was it Worth it?- Chapter Five

Description: You knew Jin loved challenges but you never thought you’d become one of them.

Main Pairing: Jin x Reader

Word Count:  2459

Still In Progress: 6/?

Namjoon laughed uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck, “What do you mean?” he questioned, avoiding eye contact.

“You know exactly what I mean. What does he want?” you repeated.

“Why would I know?” he breathed.

“Namjoon.” you snapped. He let out an awkward chuckle.

“C’mon Y/N, I don’t know much. Nobody tells me anything.” he mumbled, “Why do you think he’s talking to you? Maybe he likes you.”

“That’s what it looks like but does he actually? Yoongi seems to think he has bad intentions.”

Namjoon shrugged, “Ah… You know Yoongi, maybe he’s just jealous.”

“Yoongi doesn’t get jealous.” you pointed out.

“Aish. Damn it, Y/N, I really don’t know, okay?”

You cocked your head to the side, “Fine. One last question. Should I trust him?”

He quickly looked at his phone and pointed towards the door, “Well would you look at the time. I gotta go, I’ll see you later.” He nodded at your cello, “Play a little something, would you? It’ll relax you. Call me if you need any other type of help, baby girl.” He left the room and you sat glaring at the door for a minute before you gave in and picked up your cello.

Namjoon walked down the music hallway, over to his group of friends and pushed Seokjin against the wall.

“Call the bet off,” he demanded.

Jimin whined, “Aww no c’mon. None of you guys know how to have fun.” he pouted. Seokjin raised an eyebrow at Namjoon, both of them ignoring Jimin.

“Why should I?” Seokjin asked.

Hobi scoffed, “Other than the fact that it’s cruel?”

“I just had to lie to my best friend, a girl that I once had feelings for. Just so I wouldn’t fuck up your deranged little plan of making her fall in love with you just so you can win this stupid fucking bet. So I’m over it. I don’t want to have to lie, or avoid telling her the truth ever again, okay?” Namjoon growled before letting go of Seokjin. Seokjin brushed himself off and cocked his head to the side, peering at Namjoon before smirking and turning to the other boys.

“Let’s have a party.” he said, as one of the practice room doors opened. Yoongi stepped out, Tae close on his heels.

“A party?” Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow as he adjusted his shirt. Tae smiled, his lips slightly swollen.

“Your house?” Seokjin asked, grinning.

“Isn’t it always at my house?” Yoongi rolled his eyes as he nodded his head toward the opening of the hallway, we’re gonna go to the benches to sit wanna come?” Everyone but Seokjin nodded and moved to follow him.

“I’ll meet up with you in a second,” he promised. After they left he wandered down the hall and poked his head into a practice room.

You jumped at the sound of the door opening, your bow stopping. Seokjin smiled at you.

“Hey, cupcake.” He closed the door behind him, “What are your plans for tonight?”

“Um… Probably nothing,” you admitted.

“Nothing? A pretty girl like you has nothing to do on a Friday night?” he asked, surprised. You shrugged, “Well, Yoongi’s having a party tonight. You should come. I’m sure he would want you there.”

You scowled, “Yeah, well, I don’t really care what Yoongi wants.” Seokjin raised an eyebrow.

“I want you there,” he said, offering another reason to go. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Oh really? Why?” you asked, “Why do you want me there, Seokjin?”

“‘Cause I like you. You’re cute. And you have Namjoon and Yoongi wrapped around your little finger so you must be pretty great. You can call me Jin, by the way, cupcake.” He flashed you a dazzling smile.

“You can call me Y/N, not cupcake.” You smiled at him before rolling your eyes. Jin chuckled.

“Well, you should still come to the party. If not for me and Yoongi, Namjoon will be there. And Tae. Think about it, okay?” he pleaded. You huffed and nodded, looking down at your cello and beginning to play again. He stood there for a minute, “You play beautifully.” You paused and glared up at him.

“I started playing again cause I was done talking to you. As in you should leave. As in get out.” you snapped. He laughed and walked back to the door.

“I’ll see you later then?” he asked, grinning over his shoulder.

You shrugged again and waved your hand at him in an attempt to shoo him out. He chuckled and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

You walked up your driveway, digging out your keys when you heard someone yell your name. You turned and saw Tae running to you from Yoongi’s house.

“Hey! You coming tonight?” he asked, beaming at you.

You laughed awkwardly, “Uh, no. I’m probably gonna go stay in my room all night and chill honestly.”

He pouted, “Aw, it’ll be really fun.”

“If it’s already fun then you don’t need me there.” you giggled.

“You’ll make it even more fun!”

You shook your head, “Sorry Tae Tae, not tonight. Maybe another time.” He pouted some more then waved and jogged back to Yoongi’s house. You went into your house and into your room, flopping down onto your bed. You heard your brother walk upstairs after a while.

“You coming tonight?” he asked, pausing in your doorway. You glanced up from your laptop and gave him a look that made him laugh, “Right. You don’t parties. See you later then.” You waved and closed your laptop, deciding to take a nap.

You were woken out of your nap by your phone buzzing nonstop.

From: Your Brother 11:46 PM

Y/N

From: Your Brother 11:46 PM

Come to tje partu

From: Your Brother 11:47 PM

Pkease

From: Your Brother 11:47 PM

Have some fin

From: Your Brother 11:48 PM

Y/NNNN

From: Your Brother 11:48 PM

Lol sorrt im drink poease come itd reallt fun

You stared at your phone for a minute before cursing and running downstairs. You stormed over to Yoongi’s house and banged on the door. Yoongi’s brother opened the door and grinned at you.

“Heyy, Y/N!” he greeted loudly, pulling you inside.

“Ah, hey Jun Ki. Where’s my brother?” you asked. He pursed his lips and scanned the room.

“He is…. Over there,” he grabbed your shoulders and turned you towards the kitchen, “Went in the kitchen.” You thanked him and pushed your way through people to get to the kitchen. He spotted you and smiled.

“Little sister!” he smirked. You scowled. From the way he was texting you would have expected him to be drunk off his ass but he was talking completely normal and seemed totally fine.

“Now now,” Jin’s voice came from your right, “Don’t get mad. I made him give me his phone and let me do whatever for three minutes because he lost a game. He hasn’t had anything to drink. Scouts honor.” You glared at him.

“So you thought it was a great idea for you to text me and get me all worried about my brother?” you snapped.

Jin shrugged, “Would you have come otherwise?”

You huffed, “I’m leaving.” Someone shouted in the other room and you jumped.

“Aw. Are you afraid?” Jin cocked his head to the side.

You ground your teeth together, “I’m not afraid. I’m just… Cautious.”

“Well stay and be cautious here with us.”

“No thanks,” you said quickly.

“Aish. Y/N I love you I really do but you think too much.” your brother pointed out, “Maybe you should drink.”

“You think I’ll only be fun if I drink?” you asked, slightly hurt.

“No no. I just… It’ll make you think less and will make you allow yourself to be more open to things you normally wouldn’t.” he explained quickly.

“You’re not drinking.”

He smiled, “I never think in the first place.” You groaned and glanced around the house. You locked eyes with Yoongi who was on a couch, a giggling girl kissing his neck. You glared at him and he froze. An arm slung over your shoulders.

“You came!” Tae exclaimed. He was very obviously drunk. You turned to him and saw him glance at the couch. His eyes darkened as he took another sip of the drink in his hand. He tore his eyes from Yoongi and beamed at you, “I’m so glad you’re here.” He dragged you out of the kitchen.

“Yah! Where are you going?” Jin protested. Tae stuck his tongue out and pulled you to a back room in Yoongi’s house.

He threw the door opened, “Look who I found!”

Namjoon smirked at you, “Baby girl! You gave in and came. Cute.”

You groaned again and pinched the bridge of your nose for a second, “I’m going to regret this.”

You spent the night in the back room of Yoongi’s house with Namjoon, Tae, Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok. You were passed between Hoseok and Namjoon, Namjoon wanting you on his lap and Hoseok wanting to dance with you. Tae stayed drinking and bubbly, though you could see in his eyes there was something wrong. Jimin was hanging onto Jungkook who kept shoving him off and whispering something sharply that made Jimin pout, but five minutes later would be all over him again.

You slipped out of Namjoon’s arms and stood up quietly, trying not to wake anyone up. Namjoon had fallen asleep holding you tight in his arms, Tae was curled up in a ball on the couch, Hobi was laying on the floor sprawled out, and Jimin was curled up in Jungkook’s lap. You collected all of the empty bottles in the room and carried them out into the kitchen to throw them away. When you walked back out of the kitchen you heard someone sigh and you jumped. Blinking and peering through the darkness you noticed Yoongi was sitting on the couch in the dark.

“What the hell are you doing?” you asked breathlessly, “You can’t just lurk in the dark like that.” You pressed a hand to your chest as if trying to prevent your heart from jumping out.

“It’s my house, I can lurk wherever the fuck I want,” he grumbled.

You rolled your eyes, “Okay,” you drew the word out, “Grumpy.” You started to walk away but stopped and whirled around, “Hey, what did you do to Tae?” you questioned.

Yoongi groaned, “Why the hell is everyone so worried about my damn love life? I didn’t do anything to him.”

“What did you say? I know what you did earlier, I saw you with that girl. He saw you with that girl. Now, I don’t know what’s going on between you two but he seemed hurt by that. I don’t know if you saw him at all but he was trashed and if I’m right that’s because of something you did or said to him.”

“I need a cigarette.” he huffed, pushing off the couch.

“Min Yoongi.” you snapped.

“Fine! I told him that he needs to stop getting attached to me, okay? He said something cute and coupley and I panicked. Do you get it now? Jesus.” he dug into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes and made for the door.

You grabbed his arm, “Yoongi, I thought you quit you can’t just-”

He ripped his arm away from you, “Why do you even care about me?” he roared. You tensed and he breathed deeply, “Why do any of you care?” his voice sounded weak. Vulnerable.  

“Because anyone who knows you well knows that the person that you portray isn’t you. You’re just afraid of getting hurt again,” you said softly. He hung his head, sighing.

“She really fucked me up, didn’t she?” he glanced up at you, “I mean I knew she did, I just didn’t realize how badly.” You reached over and cupped the back of his neck, pulling him into a hug.

“It’s okay. You’ll heal.”

He squeezed you tightly, “What if I don’t?”

You let go of him and took his hand, “You will. And you’ll find love again. This time with someone who’s capable of loving you back.” You pulled him up the stairs towards his room. You brought him into his room and pushed him on his bed so he was sitting on the edge.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. You kissed his forehead and backed away.

“Go to bed,” you instructed before turning towards the door.

“Y/N?” Yoongi called quietly. You turned, “I’m sorry for calling you stupid. I didn’t mean it.”

You nodded, “I know.”

“What if… What if I don’t?” he whispered, “You know, find love again, what if I don’t?”

“I think you already have. And I know you’re scared. But it’s okay. You’ll be okay.” you smiled, “Honestly, you’re lucky. I don’t think he would ever hurt you.” Yoongi nodded, laying down. You walked to the door then hesitated and turned around, “Do you think… Jin has changed? And that’s why he’s interested in me?” You waited a long minute before you realized Yoongi had fallen asleep. You cursed under your breath and left his room, closing the door behind you. You padded down the stairs, planning on finishing cleaning.

“Oh,” you heard a voice from behind you. Turning, you found Jin near the front door, “I didn’t know you were still here.”

“I didn’t know you were still here.” you shot back, making him chuckle. You smiled slightly, “I was just in the back with the guys all night. They fell asleep so I figured I would clean up a bit.”

“Ah, I just walked your brother home and then planned on just crashing here.”

“Walked him home?” you asked. Jin rubbed his neck awkwardly.

“Ah... He may have drank a little bit.” He saw your lips twist into a scowl and quickly added, “Not much, I promise! I made sure he didn’t drink a lot. I told him ‘your sister will murder me if you get wasted’ and he laughed and was like I can drink a little bit I’ll be fine. Long story short he was not fine. Did you know your brother is a lightweight?”

“Yeah. I did,” you giggled, “He’s safe though?”

“Yeah, I brought him home and put him in his room. He passed out before I left.” You thanked him quietly before beginning to collect all the trash and cups around, “You want some help?”

You glanced up at him and hesitated before smiling, “Sure. Yeah, that’d be great actually.” He smiled back at you and went to go get large trash bags out of the kitchen.