#no funny tag today I am going to sleep

[ministarfruit]

day 14: before you go ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[frostbite-the-bat]

cool scratch art continues! soo... i figured out i can wear my favorite jacket as a cape! i love capes i want to wear one so this was my excuse to do just that. i liked it so much i decided to draw scratch in my today's outfit

[ambiguousgrass]

I'm reading transcripts of the exile streams and just. Wow. C!dream was a fucking asshole. Like I've watched these streams before but sweet jesus I forgot the extent of his bullshit.

[bluejeanstrash]

11/10

a/n: i got this idea from an nsfw prompt generator so if anyone else has already done this, that could be why ✌️

tags: fwb! seungcheol, overstimulation, semi-dacryphilia, forced orgasms

w/c: 2.3k

in hindsight, telling the most competitive guy you know that you may or may not be faking your orgasms with him was probably not the best idea.

it was just 4 hours ago when jun had suggested a game of truth or drink. and it was just 3 hours 45 minutes ago when he had asked you ‘have you ever faked an orgasm?’

‘yeah?’ you’d answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. and because whatever was in that alcohol was making you loose-lipped, you had continued.

‘in fact-’ a pause ‘-and i’m not proud of this, but i’m really good at it. the guy could never tell’

there was an immediate murmur of we can tell around the table but you interrupted.

‘trust me, you can’t. those guys still think they’ve given me the best sex of my life but they were horrible. i faked it so i could get done with it and go home’ you took a sip of your drink despite answering.

‘so, anyway, yes i’ve faked it. many times’ you had concluded, looking directly at seungcheol when you said that. you didn’t mean to look at him, he was just there in your line of sight.

he also had this funny expression on his face, somewhere between amused and offended.

were you trying to tell him something?

seungcheol and you were in a (secret) friends with benefits thing. you didn’t really call it that but that’s what it was. it had happened as a result of another game of truth or drink around 3 months ago, and thankfully, every orgasm with him in those 3 months had been very much legit.

so, when you’d seen him outside the bathroom later you’d clarified.

‘you know i wasn’t talking about you, right?’ you reassured.

‘of course you weren’t’ he answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

it had annoyed you. no man should be that confident.

‘oh? confident much?’

he’d leaned in, a little too close for being in public, and said ‘i may not know a lot of things...but i know how to make a woman cum’

and as his thumb softly grazed your lips, he’d stated ‘i know how to make you cum’

‘do you?’ you retorted, moving back ‘or have i been faking it and you just think you’re doing a good job?’

you don’t know why but you kind of wanted to piss him off. i mean sure, you were sleeping with him, but seungcheol was your friend before a fuck and it was always fun messing with him. 

‘what are you trying to do?’ he’d asked, an eyebrow raised in mild annoyance.

is this a challenge?

‘i’m not trying to do anything’ big. fat. lies. ‘i’m just saying you’d never know’

sounds like a challenge to him.

(12:40 am)

‘please, no more!’ you move under his arms, writhing desperately.

‘answer the question’ he holds you in place, his grip tightening around you.

‘how many was that?’

‘f-fou-r’

‘did you fake that one?’ he asks softly.

‘no, i didn’t! i fucking swear!’ 

‘hmmn’ you feel a trail of gentle kisses travel up your neck ‘but you said i would never know, remember?’ 

seungcheol’s voice sounds sweet. so very sweet. but you know that tone—it's pure condescension masquerading as sweetness.

right now, you’re sitting on the floor, back pressed to seungcheol’s chest, locked in his heavy arms. 

after jun’s, he’d offered to drive you home, which had recently become code for ‘let’s go fuck’. and before you could even kiss him at your apartment, he’d grabbed your vibrator.

he’d made you sit in front of the floor length mirror, nestled in between his legs, with a towel laid out underneath as he played with you. were you getting pampered today? maybe.

it sure felt like it after the first orgasm, and the second. but when he’d moved on to your third before you were even done with the last, you realised what this was. a lesson. a lesson for running your mouth.

‘another one then, just to be sure’ he hums, before pressing the vibrator back against your clothed cunt.

40 minutes in and seungcheol hadn’t even bothered to take your panties off. there was something quite erotic about seeing that damp patch on your underwear spread as he made you cum over and over. proof, he called it. and by now you were soaked, the silky fabric clinging to your puffy lips.

you squirm at his words, fingers digging into his skin at the overstimulation. he doesn’t even flinch.

‘look what you’re making me do to you’ he clicks his tongue like it’s a pity. like he doesn’t fucking love it.

‘you know i want to let you go, right? but we just have to be sure so there’s no confusion about this in the future’

subtext: if you ever fucking insinuate that i can’t make you cum, i’ll make you cum until you’re begging me to stop.

you try and wriggle again, but there’s no point—you’re completely at his mercy.

‘tsk, don’t move around so much. you should rest now. you’ll need the energy’ he cooes.

you can only whine helplessly at his words as you feel your brain and body consumed by a familiar high. and so you cum again, moaning his name as you do.

‘how many?’ he asks while you’re still coming down from it.

‘f-five’ 

‘did you fake that one?’

you tell him you didn’t. you promise.

‘are you sure about that?’ 

‘i’m sure! seungcheol please’

‘hmmn’ for a second there he actually contemplates letting you go but your cocky little words ring in his ear.

‘i’m not’ sadistic fuck. and once again you feel the relentless vibration as you jerk forward, your legs clamping shut. immediately, seungcheol drags you back, his lips gathered in a pout of displeasure as he drapes one heavy leg over yours to spread you open. 

‘where are you going? hmmn?’ he presses the head against your throbbing clit, not letting up for even a second as he forces another orgasm out of you. your sixth.

drained. that’s how you feel after you cum, your body falling limp against his. ‘seungcheol, i’m done’ you whine feebly, hoping to garner a little sympathy.

‘no, no’ he shushes you ‘we’re not close to being done here. i haven’t even seen your pretty pussy yet. how can we be done?’

he leans forward, two fingers grabbing the fabric of your wet panties to pull them aside. ‘how pretty’ he smiles, gaze fixated on your slick cunt, and a split second later you hear the hum of the vibrator again. the second it touches your exposed cunt, a sharp gasp escapes your lips.

‘f-fuck’ you curse, feeling that knot in your stomach just a few minutes later.

‘coming already?’ he taunts as you end up giving him another. 

‘that makes seven’ he counts it for you like he’s helping you out. you’re not sure how far he wants to push you today, but you do know you need to make it easier for you somehow.

‘please…can’t anymore…the vibrator’ you manage to string together in between quick gasps. the intensity of it against your swollen clit is too much. you need relief—something soft, something warm, something gentle—like seungcheol’s fingers. 

after what seems like forever, the buzzing stops. ‘thank you’ you whimper and are met with a wry chuckle, his body shaking behind you.

‘you shouldn’t thank me yet’ he whispers. one of his big hands wraps around your throat giving it a light squeeze before sliding down your body to your cunt, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

‘so wet for someone who’s faking it’ he mutters to himself, thick fingers sliding in between your wet folds as he scoops up your arousal, pushing it back inside you. his finger slips in so easily that he adds a second. as he fucks you, fingers moving in and out, a vulgar squelching noise fills the room.

‘so fucking wet’ the softness of his voice now layered with something heavier. you can tell feeling you with his bare hands must’ve really turned him on. or at least that’s what his hard on pressing into your back is saying.

as you watch his fingers disappear inside you and come out all slick and shiny, your body somehow starts to crave another orgasm. 

he knows it too. the way your walls begin to squeeze around him as he curls his fingers up, two stimulating your g-spot, while his thumb rubs your clit, all working up an incredibly hard orgasm. 

‘go on…let me see you cum for me’ his voice is all you needed to hear, because a second later you come, for the eight time, gushing all over his fingers. 

‘look at yourself’ he commands.

you do, looking lazily at your reflection through tired eyes.

‘look’ he grabs your face, forcing you to look.

‘what’s that dripping out of you?’

your eyes drop to the towel that has a very telling wet patch on it. getting overstimulated with the vibrator always made you a little messy but not like this; never like this.

‘answer me’

‘cum’ and so much of it. the way it’s stained the towel, the way it’s spread all over your inner thighs, and the way it’s still dripping out of you is such a pretty sight for seungcheol.

but you’re exhausted. it was so intense and there’s no way you can do it again. 

‘seungcheol…i don’t have any left in me’ he can’t help but smile at your silly little statement.

‘no?’ he plays along, pulling you closer. his one hand grabs your breast, softly caressing it, before taking your nipple in between his fingers. his other, slides down to your swollen clit to rub in slow circles. and finally, his soft lips kiss down your neck, peppering little pecks along the way before stopping at that spot that only he knows exists. and as he stimulates all three so slowly and sensually, you feel your body start to betray you. 

‘when did you turn into such a little liar, hmm?’ he asks, feeling your body start to tense up like it always did before release. he knows this feeling, he’s felt this over and over for the past three months—you can’t fool him. and as you bite back your moans, it takes over, and you cum again. number nine. seungcheol smiles to himself, and doesn’t stop.

he keeps going despite you just having given him one. it’s sore and sensitive but the way his lips have latched on to that spot on your neck it’s impossible not to surrender.

in a consistent rhythm he builds your high back up - neck. breasts. clit. you look at yourself in the reflection and god, it’s so erotic. the way he’s holding you—tight and completely under his control, his arms flexing as he masturbates you—makes you dizzy.

you want to curse and scream as you cum but you’re too overstimulated to formulate a single thought. only eager little moans spill out of your mouth.

‘go on, i know you want to’ he coaxes as you do, thrashing and tugging at the fabric of his pants.

‘i thought you had no more left in you?’ he teases as you come down from your tenth.

maybe it was a lie before but now you really don’t. isn’t 10 enough? he has to be satisfied with that. there’s a few seconds of silence when you think he might be. he lulls you into a false sense of security as your eyes fall shut, and then the sick sound of the vibrator fills the room again. no.

‘what do i need to do?’ your eyes sting with regret as you feel it touch your extremely sensitive clit.

you know what you need to do. you just don’t want to do it.

he pushes it harder, toying with you. fine.

‘i’m sorry, okay?’ a desperate apology finally spills out. 

‘i take it back! you would know if you made me cum’ you whine. he says nothing, simply increasing the intensity.

‘i’m sorry’ your voice breaks as two perfect tears roll down your cheeks. until now, seungcheol had only ever pushed you to tears from the denial of pleasure, never from too much of it. he finds it incredibly arousing.

‘you’re so fucking cute when you’re desperate’ he says, looking at your pathetic reflection in the mirror. you look so pretty with those wet eyes and a dripping wet pussy that he suddenly feels forgiving.

‘cum for me again and i’ll let you go’ he kisses your neck. a wet little kiss.

‘i can’t’ you cry, tears flowing free now. ‘i can’t’ 

‘you can’ and you will for him.

‘you’re going to give me one more’ he says like you have no choice in the matter and presses the vibrator harder against you as you grab onto his arms. 

‘shhh, don’t cry. be a good girl now and cum for me again. then i’ll believe you’ he cooes.

‘show me…show me how you can’t fake it with me’

as your start to spasm, your body shaking under him, you let out a moan, half of pleasure, half of exhaustion. you grip him harder, nails leaving red scratches all over his pale skin as the orgasm takes over.

he watches, fascinated at how you’re still giving him body shaking, toe curling orgasms after this many; at how your body moves at his command. he’s satisfied.

finally, you hear the buzzing stop as he puts the vibrator away. he wraps both arms around you, holding you in a tight embrace, his lips brushing against your ear.

‘how many was that?’

‘eleven’ you admit, not believing the number coming out of your mouth.

he smiles. god, it feels really fucking good to have been proved right 11 times. his eyes drop to the mess you’ve made—on the towel, on his hands, between your own legs and he feels extremely smug.

‘so, did you learn your lesson?’ he asks sweetly, placing a single kiss on your shoulder.

‘yes! i did. i promise!’ 

did you? well, if this is your punishment you may just have to piss him off again.

[devotedlystrangewizard]

went to bed when my internet broke right as i was in queue for the final trial at 4:30 am

[burntheedges]

Maintenance Request: Chapter 15

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday 18+ | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 3.6k

chapter summary: you and Joel go on a second date 👀 a/n: thank you as always to @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta 💕  chapter tags/warnings: flirting, banter, fluff, cursing, pet names (honey, baby, gorgeous, darlin’, sweetheart, cowboy), fondling, kissing, cuddling, comfort, food mention, drink mention, cursing, mention of reader's shitty ex (controlling behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, cheating) (shitty ex does not appear in this fic)

Chapter 15

Saturday, October 26 Ninth week of the semester

Joel (10:03 PM): Hey honey, you awake?

you (10:04 PM): sure am. even though someone tired me out last night 👀

Joel (10:06 PM): Think that was a joint effort, gorgeous. (10:06 PM): You up for a call?

** outgoing FaceTime call to Joel **

“Evenin’, honey,” Joel looked tired and warm and like something you wanted to sink into and never come back out of. Like what you wanted in bed with you, right next to you.

“Hey there,” you smiled. “How was the movie?”

He shrugged. “Not bad. Funny. One of those movies for teens that she loves and I find incomprehensible.” You laughed. You probably understood more of those than he did, given Ellie and your students, but you knew what he meant. 

“Got plans tomorrow, honey?”

“You mean other than my hot date with some cowboy?” 

He laughed. “Some cowboy, huh? Yeah, other than that.”

“Brunch with Ellie and Beth, since we didn’t go today.” You watched as he sat on his bed and leaned back into his familiar pillows. “You look comfortable over there.”

He shook his head. “Not nearly as comfortable as I’d be if you were here, baby.” You smiled and looked up at your ceiling. 

“You’re such a flirt.”

“And you love it.” You looked back at the phone to find him raising his eyebrows at you. When you’d looked away you’d lowered the phone, so he could see your shirt. Which was his.

“You sleeping’ in my shirt, honey?” 

You smiled. “Smells like you, Joel.” 

His eyes were soft as he looked you over, even through the phone, and you pulled it back a bit to give him a better view of you lying against your pillows on the bed.

The grin that took over his face wasn’t soft anymore.

“Are my eyes deceiving me, honey, or are you wearing my shirt and nothing else?” 

You grinned. “Sharp eyes you got there.”

He groaned. “Fuck, sweetheart. What do I do with you?” 

You shrugged, grinning. “Anything you want, I guess.” He groaned again and wiped his hand over his face. 

“You’re tempting me, honey, but I think we should hold that thought until tomorrow.” You sighed, but nodded. He may have blown your mind the night before, but you were only going on your second date. And you didn’t want this to only be about sex. As amazing as the sex was.

“You’re probably right, Joel. So what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

You talked to Joel for about a half hour, until it was obvious to both of you that you were falling asleep. 

“I can see your eyes closing from here, gorgeous. Go to sleep.”

“Joel–”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, honey. Get some rest. You might need it.” You smiled at his wink, and said goodnight.

...

Sunday, October 27 Ninth week of the semester

On Sunday evening, you were ready and waiting on your sofa for Joel to pick you up around 5:45 pm. You were in a comfortable outfit, as you’d agreed, and you’d gotten to choose the place for dinner this time. Joel would have to be home for Sarah later, anyway.

Your phone buzzed, and you checked it, wondering if Joel was running late, but you found a text from Beth.

bestie (5:39 PM): have an amazing date (5:39 PM): tell me everything later

you (5:40 PM) I will

bestie (5:40 PM): don’t be afraid to tell him, babe (5:41 PM): I have a good feeling about this one

you (5:41 PM): me too

bestie (5:42 PM): 🫂

Over brunch, you’d told Beth and Ellie that you were planning to tell Joel about Matt. At least, enough about him to give him an idea of what had happened. You figured if you and Joel were going to be together – and you hoped you would be – you’d have time for details later. They’d agreed it was a good idea, and helped you think about what you wanted to say.

You took a deep breath and sank back into your couch. You can do this.

A moment later, a knock at your door announced Joel’s arrival, and you smiled. 

You opened your door to find him leaning against the frame on the other side, already grinning at you. He was dressed in one of his flannel shirts that showed off his shoulders, though you noticed it was still nicer than his typical work shirts. Before you could say anything he stepped forward, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you into a kiss.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he mumbled against your lips. “Missed you.” He teased along your bottom lip with his tongue, and for a moment you both slipped into a deeper kiss, before you gentled it and pulled away. 

“Hi yourself, handsome.” You pressed one more gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth and you felt it when he smiled.

“You ready to go?” He stepped back from you and let his hand fall to tangle with yours. You nodded.

After locking your door you let him lead you to his truck. When he offered his hand to guide you into the passenger seat, you kept hold of it and pulled him in to kiss you again. You felt him smile against your lips as he stepped in between your knees. “If you keep this up, honey, we might not make it to dinner.”

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Can’t help myself.” He hummed and slid his hands up the outside of your thighs, around your hips until he had a firm grip on your ass with each hand. He squeezed once and then pulled you forward suddenly, tugging your hips to meet his. 

“Honey, if you wanted to stay in, I wouldn’t be hard to convince.” You could feel the evidence supporting his claim in his jeans and you bit your lip. He watched and then kissed you, softly.

You straightened your shoulders and shook the haze out of your mind. “I do actually want to go on this date with you, Joel.”

He smiled. “Me too, darlin’.” He leaned in for one more quick kiss before stepping back, gesturing for you to turn in the seat so he could close the door.

Soon you were on your way, and Joel’s hand found its home on your thigh once more.

“So where to?” You’d agreed last night that you would choose the restaurant tonight, since Joel had chosen for your first date. You gave him directions to your favorite local taco place. It was in a tiny old-house-turned-restaurant, and you figured he’d love the backyard that functioned as their outdoor eating area. You also knew you’d be able to have some privacy for what you wanted to talk about.

It wasn’t far from your apartment, and soon Joel was pulling into a parking space just around the corner from the restaurant. “I’m guessin’ it’s that colorful place on the corner?”

You nodded. “Yep! Come on, tacos await.” He laughed and followed you down the street.

Inside, the restaurant’s cheerful interior was as warm and welcoming as always. The walls were painted bright colors and all of the furniture was comfortable and well-used. The host recognized you (which was a little embarrassing, but fine) and quickly took you through the small indoor space to the backyard. You heard Joel’s surprised inhale behind you as you stepped outside, and you smiled.

The backyard was fenced off and the lot was bigger than it looked from the street. String lights decorated the fence and criss-crossed the yard overhead, along with other colorful decorations. There were a lot of tables, but the thing that had always made you love this space was how the tables were divided from each other – with plants. It was like sitting in little garden nooks where you’d normally find benches. There were bushes and tall plants everywhere that had been intentionally grown to provide privacy throughout the yard. Paths wound throughout, and the host led you down one of the winding paths to a small table in a back corner, surrounded by the fence on one side and a large hydrangea bush on the other. It was a gorgeous spot. 

You turned to see Joel’s reaction as you sat, and you weren’t disappointed. He was looking around with a curious, interested look on his face, taking in the yard. You bit your lip, waiting for his reaction.

As he settled in his chair he reached his hand out to brush his fingers lightly against the hydrangea blossoms, and he smiled. When his eyes met yours, your breath caught in your throat. 

“I had no idea this was back here,” he sounded stunned. “Darlin’, this is amazing. D’you know if they grew it like this?” 

You grinned. “I hoped you’d like it. Yes, Beth and Ellie and I come here a lot, and we’ve met the owners a few times. There was a huge overgrown mess of a garden when they bought it – it took a lot of work, they said, but they kept as much of what was here as they could. They decided to let it guide their plan for the space, rather than the other way around.”

Joel was smiling, almost wistfully as he looked around the yard again. “They did a great job. I can tell someone really knows what they’re doing.” You nodded. He turned back to you and suddenly reached across the table to take your hands in his, tangling your fingers together and squeezing. “I do like it, honey. I–” he cleared his throat. “I love it. But I also,” he shook his head, and you squeezed his hands. He looked down at where your fingers were tangled together, and then met your eyes again. “It’s been– nevermind.”

“Joel, I–”

“No, baby, thank you. That’s all.” He smiled and squeezed your hands again. “I love it.”

You thought maybe he wanted to say something else, but then he changed the subject to the food. You told him what you liked, and soon your waiter arrived to take your order. After your drinks quickly arrived, you were alone again.

Joel still seemed to be thinking about something, and you weren’t sure what, so you decided to give him time to work it out. You could always ask about it later. Instead, you decided to go for a lighter topic – you weren’t quite ready to bring up the one you’d planned to talk about, not yet.

“So what show are Sarah and Tommy watching?”

Joel groaned, and the two of you discussed the reality TV show that had hooked the other two Millers until your food arrived. 

“I just don’t care about the love lives of these people,” Joel said. “I can’t figure out why they find it so compelling.” 

You laughed. “I watched a couple of seasons of that one with Beth. It’s entertaining, at least.” 

Joel shook his head. “None of their relationships ever feel real, you know? I just get impatient with it. Knowin’ most of them won’t end up together, anyway.” You nodded. That made sense. You could already tell that he went after what he wanted, once he knew he wanted it.

You both took a moment to eat, and Joel told you how much he liked the food, too. “I’m glad you showed me this place, darlin’. Can’t believe I’ve never been here. Sarah’ll love it.”

When your tacos were done, you ordered another round of drinks, and Joel scooted a bit closer to the table so he could reach out to take your right hand in his left again. You were feeling comfortable, and as always, talking to Joel was easy. You took a deep breath and decided to go for it.

“Joel, I wanted to, um, talk to you about something.” You noticed that his brows furrowed immediately in response to that, and you squeezed his hand. “Nothing like that. I wanted to–” You sighed, and took a sip of your drink. “I want to tell you about that past relationship, the one I told you about a little bit the other day. In my office.”

Joel looked surprised – his eyebrows flew up, and he reached to take your other hand, capturing both in the middle of the table. “You don’t have to, honey. I–”

“No, um, I know.” You interrupted, but brushed your thumb over his knuckles in apology. “I want to. Not all of it. I figure we have time, you know? I think we both, well. It feels like we’re both thinking we'll have time.” His face was serious as he nodded in agreement. You nodded once, sharply. “But I want you to know a few things, just about what it was like. I think it’ll make it easier, for us. If I tell you now.”

Joel listened attentively as you explained. His hands were warm and you felt comforted by his touch, by the caress of his thumbs as they moved back and forth. He murmured your name softly. “I’ll listen to whatever you want to tell me. Thank you for trusting me.”

You closed your eyes, thinking about how different just this moment was from anything you’d ever had with Matt. It was a good place to start, maybe.

“Let’s start with that. Matt, that’s his name, he didn’t trust me at all. It’s easy for me to put names on all of the issues now, it’s been five years and a lot of therapy,” you smiled weakly, but Joel was watching you like nothing could tear his attention away from this moment. “I didn’t recognize it at the time. But he was pretty manipulative, emotionally. He withheld things like trust and–” You closed your eyes. “And love. I had to, um. Earn those things, he said.” Joel made a noise, and your eyes flew open. His expression was dark and angry and you blinked, surprised. He seemed to see your reaction and softened his brow.

“Sorry, honey. That – that wasn’t for you. I don’t like the sound of this guy, might look a bit mad as I listen.” 

“I feel pretty angry about it sometimes, too. I did, for a while.” You shook your head. 

“Um, but anyway. He didn’t… I’m not sure he actually liked me, you know? More that he liked having someone to control. But there wasn’t really any love in that relationship, not after he swept me off my feet at the beginning. He never did things for me, like nice things, and when I did things for him he would only tell me how I didn’t do them right. It was…” you looked away, trying to decide how much detail to give, how much you needed to say right now. You shook your head and looked back to meet his gaze. “I’ve had a lot of time to work through it, I guess. Not that I’d say I’m over it. But like the other day, sometimes I react based on my experiences with him, not based on what’s happening right now, in the moment. He cheated on me, a lot. He used to tell me things like that were my fault, because I wasn’t good enough.” You felt Joel’s grip tighten on your hands and looked down. “I was with him for almost two years. It wasn’t like that the whole time, but you know, it ended up there by the end. I just–” 

You looked back up, but the look on Joel’s face made you lose your train of thought. He wasn’t angry anymore. Or he was, a bit, but he was also looking at you like you were breaking his heart. “Joel? Are you–”

“Don’t ask me if I’m ok,” the words rushed out of him and he stopped, taking a deep breath. “I– I am so sorry that happened to you. I don’t, shit,” he trailed off, eyes dancing over your face. “Thank you for telling me about it. I promise, sweetheart, I won’t–”

You cut him off. “I know, Joel, I–”

He whispered your name again and shook his head. “Let me say it, please. I promise I won’t ever treat you like that. If I ever do anything, anything at all that even hints at how he treated you, please tell me. But you should know Sarah would probably kill me herself. If Tess and Frank didn’t get to me first.” 

You smiled. “Joel, Beth and Ellie agreed with me that I should tell you a little bit about it today, because we all think you’re a good man. And I want you to know me, you know? This might… well. It might come up again. It probably will. And I wanted to explain, more, after… yeah.” You felt shaky, suddenly, like telling him all of that had taken more out of you than you’d thought. He eyed you and tugged on your hands.

“Can you come over here, just for a minute, honey? Can I hold you?” You nodded quickly and stood, coming around the table to let him pull you into his lap. He slipped his left arm around your waist and his right up your back, cupping your neck and pressing your head down onto his shoulder. The chairs weren’t really meant for this, even if they were sturdy, but you figured a few minutes wouldn’t hurt anyone. Hopefully the waiter didn’t come back.

You felt Joel press a kiss to your hairline, and you sighed into his neck. He put his lips to your ear, and murmured, “I won’t lie, baby, I am so angry that man treated you that way. I don’t…” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I know it’s early, so I’ll just say I care about you. A lot. I’m so sorry, honey. And I want you to know how proud I am, to have your trust.” 

You didn’t know how good it would feel to have someone say that to you until Joel said it. 

“I know you could tell I was thinking about something when we got here, something I was having trouble telling you.” You nodded into his shoulder and felt his smile where his mouth was pressed against your cheek. “This year for my birthday, Sarah got my watch fixed.” He moved his wrist to show you the watch you’d seen him wear most days you’d known him. “I’d been meaning to do it, never got around to it.” He let out one rueful sounding laugh. “But it’s… You know that feeling, when someone does something for you or gives you a gift that really makes you feel, well. Seen, I guess? Appreciated. Like they really know you.”

You try to lift your head to look at him, but he presses your head down gently. “Sarah knew I’d never get this fixed. She snuck it out of the house to do it, all on her own. It, well. It meant a lot to me.” He cleared his throat. “Honey, you know I like you a lot. I think you like me, too. But when I saw this place, and when I saw you waiting to see my reaction to it, it— it felt like the watch.” He kissed your cheek again, and this time he let you lift your head so you could meet his gaze. He cupped your cheek in his right hand and the look on his face took your breath away.

“I know this is only our second date. I know we’ve barely gotten started. But this feels special, sweetheart. I didn’t want to scare you off by sayin’ too much. This feels like…” he trailed off, and smiled. 

You smiled back. “I know, Joel.” He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours, and you leaned into it, eyes slipping closed. “I feel it, too.”

You sat there together for another moment, but too soon, you pulled back. “I should get back to my seat before the waiter gets back.” Joel nodded, but pressed a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before he let you go. 

Back in your seat, you and Joel just looked at each other for a moment. “Should we, um,” you started, but didn’t know how to finish your suggestion. He smiled.

“Want to get out of here, darlin’?” You smiled back, and nodded.

Once the waiter came back you took care of the bill, and Joel guided you out of the yard and through the house with his hand on your lower back the whole way. At the truck you reached to open the passenger door, but Joel reached out to put his right hand on the door, holding it closed. 

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, and turned you around. He crowded you against the side of the truck and cupped your face in his left hand. “Hey there, gorgeous.”

You smiled. “Hey, handsome.”

“I’ve got a couple more hours before I have to head home, you know.”

“That so?” You grinned. “Well then, I think you should take me home, hmm? Maybe come in, have a drink?”

Joel answered by leaning forward to kiss you, hard. 

…

bestie (9:14 PM): how did it go???

you (9:32 PM): it went really well (9:33 PM): he liked the garden too

bestie (9:33 PM): well we know he’s into plants (9:34 PM): did he say anything about it

you (9:35 PM): about Matt? just that he was sorry I’d been through that and he promised not to treat me that way (9:36 PM): he said if he ever did anything like that Sarah would probably kill him

bestie (9:37 PM): as she should (9:37 PM): I’m calling you I need more details that can’t be all of it

you (9:37 PM): lol fine

...

a/n: the taco place is based on a real coffee shop and empanada place I used to frequent when I lived in Houston (Campesino, I miss you), with the addition of a garden I saw somewhere else.

I hope I tagged everyting write for their convo! Don't worry, shitty ex never actually appears in this fic. let me know if you think I should add any tags.

Also, time to share this genius meme from @gasolinerainbowpuddles:

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[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (12) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n from miami, USA to sofia, bulgaria

bro miami gp was WILD i can't believe i slept thru it 😭

masterlist | last part | part 12 | next part

TWITTER

pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h landoscar sitting so far apart from each other at the same miami heat game is incredibly funny to me ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h do they even talk 😭 do you think they knew the other was going?

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 36m oscar sighting today vs lina sighting today

↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h its like 25 degrees in miami and 10 degrees in sofia

INSTAGRAM

aidan_ebass Sofia, Bulgaria

liked by cameliazzz and 231,029 others

aidan_ebass a love letter to sofia tagged: cameliazzz and selinabui

lottie2418 EXCUSE ME SIR THAT LAST PHOTO???

2cami4lina aid posts once in a blue moon and it's always wild like who even took that photo

emptybottlos why are they whoring out aidan, gramps blink twice if ur being held at gunpoint ↳ aidan_ebass @emptybottlos 😐😑😐😑😐

TWITTER

EB Updates @emptybottles_news · 4h 🗨️| hey guys, recently a lot of my posts have been flooded with a bunch of lina hate. this is insanely unwarranted, if you don't like empty bottles or ANY of the members, please do not interact with my account. it's really disheartening to see so many people insult this incredibly hard-working woman that such a huge fanbase, including myself, adore and claiming to speak on behalf of her bandmates, friends and even boyfriend is absolutely vile. ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 4h admin i fear it's time to spam block bc i'm getting sick of it as well ↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 3h alright, start throwing hands. any tongue that rises against selina bui shall fall, we ride at dawn

kayla @luna_apocolypse · 27m i am begging BEGGING that the european leg isn't completely FUCKED by the hate train like PLS LINA return to giving no shits and flirt all you want ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 12m well like... maybe let's not overdo the flirting

INSTAGRAM

mclaren Hard Rock Stadium

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mclaren A little look into OP81's Miami media day shenanigans 👀 tagged: oscarpiastri

eb_jonno your joking we just got rid of the nfl guy ↳ oscarpiastri @eb_jonno My skills would never get me to the NFL so I think you're safe

pastry81 lina pls save this man and his wardrobe, go girl give us nothing

TWITTER

camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 2h literally all of ebtwt waiting with bated breath over sofia n1 😭 ↳ camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 2h i'm a camilina truther but if i do not see lukas remove selina's gloves on a grainy livestream I WILL CRY

kay ♡ @ blackcatluna · 1h THEY DID IT OH MY GOD THEY DID THE GLOVE MOVE I'M INCONSOLABLE ↳ kay ♡ @ blackcatluna · 1h @luna_apocolypse SLEEP WELL TWINSIE THOSE BITCHES ARE BACK TO BEING DERANGED ON STAGE

lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 1h we must look so unhinged to locals, we look like a bunch of victorian ladies screaming over a guy removing a pair of gloves i can't- ↳ lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 1h YES IT'S MASSIVE AND I'VE NEVER BEEN GLADER TO SEE THE RETURN OF THIS MOVE BUT HOLY SHIT WE'RE DYING OVER TWO BESTIES FAKE FLIRT

lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 53m HE KISSED HER HAND OH WE'RE SO BACK LUKAS ZHANG YOU LITTLE FLIRT EFNSDJCNSDI

opal @pxastrixxx · 21m i've said it before and i'll say it again; you do not treat friends like that ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 16m do you genuinely not know what a performance is?

EB Updates @emptybottles_news · 3m Empty Bottles played Sofia (originally sung by @ clairo) as their audience selection song during the encore! ↳ amie <3 @mieflrs · 2m oh they understood the assignment this is EXACTLY the shit they should be getting lina to sing

MESSAGES

from the phone of oscar piastri

INSTAGRAM

emptybottles_official Arena Sofia

liked by chrisyamada and 328,375 others

emptybottles_official First stop of the European leg done and dusted! Sofia, you guys were a dream, we hope you had fun with us these past two nights ❤️

cami.png when the weather's so cold lina debuts a new minidress with sleeves 😭

eb_jonno why are you doing me dirty, i thought we were friends ↳ emptybottles_official @eb_jonno You signed off on this photo ↳ eb_jonno @emptybottles_official can i... change my mind?

mrslukaszhang they all look so good it's criminal

sofia.michaels good day to be named sofia 🥰

oscarpiastri Hard Rock Stadium

liked by quadlock and 209,486 others

oscarpiastri P6² in Miami

pi4str1 oscar, sweetie, i don't think that's how math works

opeightyone That gorgeous gorgeous helmet 😍

lukaszhang best of luck for the race tomorrow mate ↳ oscarpiastri @lukaszhang Thanks man

TWITTER

pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h WTF DID OSCAR HAVE THIS MORNING HOLY SHIT, THAT WAS SPECTACULAR

McLaren @ McLarenF1 · 2h OSCAR. JACK. PIASTRI!!!

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 1h carlos sainz when i get my hands on you...

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 17m OH MY GOD OH MY GOD LANDO WIN???? LANDO NORRIS WINS???? ↳ 🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 8m rip 'lando nowins', u were one of the funniest nicknames of the sport

clovie @ luvyouvie · 20m oscar p13, u were robbed my son, that was straight-up highway robbery

MESSAGES

from the phone of oscar piastri

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

taglist @ririyulife @ashy-kit @fionaschicken @namgification @cherry-piee @urfavsgf @eiaaasamantha @sp1rl @destinyg237

[day-drawn-blog]

Part VII: I went away cause I missed you or maybe You are not mine and am I truly yours? - The Power

Pairing: Astarion x Reader -- This is set in Act I

Tags: angst, fluff, sadness, angst, fluff, then maybe eventually smut because I do love that

Part I. Crowned light moon of mine - I found you too soon

Part II : Lace your heart with mine Let your sleeping soul take flight

Part III : maybe tonight I'll rest in peace

Part IV : There is more to do and I still want to live

Part V : our futures bound, our bodies known

Part VI: These ain't my sins. I broke my chains.

Part VIII: Your blood like wine, invites me in.

Part IX: I'll welcome my sentence and give you my penance

Part X : I can't go yet...don't let me die

You all stayed at camp as two of your party members recovered their physical and psychic damage. Not much happened. The second night, Astarion was able to step out, and sit next to the campfire with everyone. Everyone had spent time on their own way - resting. Wyll seemed to have refined a dance. He wanted to share with everyone, and asked for a partner, just as you walked in with a bunch of firewood. Everyone looked at you and Wyll found his volunteer. You indulged him.

It turned out more fun than you had thought.

You enjoyed dancing in a previous life. A life which you cannot remember much of, anymore. Everyone was being merry. Astarion seemed to be recovering because he made some snarky comment at Wyll's dancing skills. Said he always dreamt of marrying a handsome prince charming like Wyll as a kid - making everyone burst out in laughter. Wyll offered to dance with him in return and Astarion turned him down saying he was afraid of being stepped on. After which a funny banter followed.

All was not as bad as it could be. 

"You seem to be all better, Astarion. Good to see, soldier. It's all thanks to Halsin's medicine that our dear captain so diligently put on you all night" Karlach beamed, gesturing to you. You felt like a deer in the spotlight. "Ah no no no, I hardly -- " "Of course you did, you followed my instructions perfectly" chimed in Halsin, unhelpfully. 

You looked down to the ground blushing. You didn't want to look at Astarion. At this point you may as well hold a sign saying you love him, you thought. "Thank you. Captain." Astarion returned, in a solemn and deep voice. "I owe you my life". "Again." You were sure he said that last word, or did he. It was said very softly, almost to himself.

Everyone was able to march forwards again.

In the underdark the next day, Shadowheart and Karlach were chatting. You wondered if Shadowheart and Astarion had found their way to each other again. You hoped they did. You did not want to come in between real love. "You know, I have a spent time in a crypt. But the underdark, still unsettles me". What? 

Astarion had caught up with you. 

He was trying to make conversation! You were surprised. "Are you still feeling unwell? Maybe you thought I was someone else?". You blurted out unwittingly. Half joking, but also, not. "Why would you say that? I was perfectly aware who I was walking upto to have an idle chatter with. If you are not interested... however" He feigned being hurt. "You never talk to me, Astarion. This feels very, not normal. Why now?". You were genuinely curious. 

"Do I not?" He seemed hurt. 

"We haven't spoken a word except last night in the past week". You reminded him, pettily. " I had, a few things to sort through, in my head." He said, a bit distant. "But I feel much better today. Both in body and in mind". "That is very good to hear. We were all worried that night. You were close to falling in the water". 

You two then talked a fair bit. 

About the incident, about his time as a magistrate in Baldurs gate. A few things about Cazador. You felt there was more to the Cazador story than he let on. But that would have to wait. You were in combat again. 

You started with your back to his back. 

You had never fought this way before. You felt safer. You cancelled someone trying to cast a spell on the party. Then at one point, while you were momentarily distracted, you saw two hands on either side of you, cast 'ignis' from behind you, as hot flames burst forth. It was so warm for a moment. Not just from the spell but his breathy voice right behind you as he took down your enemy for you. 

His face was so close to you. 

"Look out!" You were so distracted by his face, you didn't see the arrows coming. Astarion turned you around while shielding you with his back that took the arrows. His armor was enough to save him but that was dangerous. "What are you doing?!," You demanded, slightly frowning since that was reckless. "Saving your distracted self. You're welcome" he snarked back. 

And whose fault is that, again. You sighed.

Fighting side by side had it's charms. It gave him advantage on his sneak attacks while you took out any enemies in range. But at one point, towards the end of the battle, you were both near a ledge, when someone set off an explosive and you both fell off. Down into the abyss. You cast feather fall to save your lives and braced for impact. 

It didn't hurt as much but you both fell in a pool of rubble dirt and dust that clouded everything. Coughing, you couldn't see in the smoke cloud and dust. The area looked precarious. As if a false step or loud sound would make you go crashing further. Astarion was a few feet away. Coughing.

He crawled towards you. "Are you okay"? 

A wooden beam seemed to fall towards you as you looked up. Your mind went blank. You Eldritch blasted it and realized it splattered into a hundred splinters that were now raining down on you. In an instant, Astarion was on you. Fully armored. And he shielded you from the worst of them. You on your back, him on all fours, protecting you.

"What are you doing?" 

You were genuinely angry. Why does he keep putting himself in danger for you! Those splinters were not enough to hurt you badly, and you did not need saving from something so trivial. What has gotten into him today. Being the Hero. Didn't he find the idea repulsive? You couldn't understand this man. He definitely disapproved of a lot of your more benevolent choices in the past. And now look at who is being the Hero.

Hypocrite.

You expected him to say he was saving you, and you had your reply ready in your head. That you would have survived just fine. You just needed to remember the right spell. 

"I'm being ... grateful". 

Is what he said. What? You looked into his eyes. Once again, his face, was very close to yours. "You are a handful. You know that"? He quipped. You were offended. "Excuse me - I cast feath -- " His lips were on yours. He sucked and pulled on your lower lip before parting. 

"I -- wa --- " 

"Shut up" and he kissed you again. Several times. Quick, rash and hurried. His tongue found yours. You had no time to breathe. Your mind was going blank again. Why does this man do this to you every time. You put your arms around him without thinking when a voice rang out. "You guys ok down there? " Karlach's voice ran out from above. 

He tore away instantly.

"Yes! " He promptly got away and waved "we are here!!" "I saved her but now we need help getting out". "You didn't save ---" " Shut up or I will kiss you again". It wasn't the warning that shut you up. But the shock at what was happening... You just stared at him wide eyed. "If you don't believe me, why don't you test me" he smirked. He helped you up. The party had thrown a rope ladder down to you two. 

After you. He said.

You held the rope. No, after you. "I'm afraid, my love, that can't be helped" he stood behind you and tugged at the rope to check its strength, he was so close again. "I need to keep my eyes on you darling. " He smirked again as he leaned in and kissed you again. This one was longer and more tender. "For the journey back up, my dear. Who knows when I can tear you away again".

His hand was on your stomach. Tantalizingly close to your breasts. "I would like to savor you more ....later" He said in a very low voice, next to your ears, almost in a whisper. Your head tilted back, he planted one more kiss on your lips and let you go. You gripped the rope hard. Your heard pounding from the kisses he lavished on you. 

You tried to focus on the task at hand, and made your way up, slowly. Looking back down every now and again as he smiled up at you.

You resolved to end this turmoil soon.

Back up reunited, you decided to stay with the others the rest of the day. That didn't prevent him from catching your eye and flashing his smile at you every chance he got. You turned away, cheeks flushed and confused, every time.

Back at camp that night, you tore away from everyone, to sort your thoughts through before confronting him. You found a secluded pool, so you stripped to your inners and went in the cool water. You were still uncomfortable being completely naked in the wilderness. Made you feel, vulnerable. Besides - who knew if someone was lurking. These woods were filled with thieves, bandits...vampires.

"There you are, darling. "

Shocked, you turned to see him. "How did you -". He smirked. "Why, I can smell your sweet blood miles away. Did you forget, I'm a... vampire" he winked. You were infuriated - not a moment's peace with this man around. You should have washed your wounds faster. Years of being a predator has given him perfect stalking skills it seemed. Fine. Might as well get it done with. You braced yourself.

Astarion stripped down and got into the water.

Part VIII : Your blood like wine, invites me in.

[ninthskzmember]

Used to this ღ

Kim Seungmin x reader.

bestfriend!seungmin, idol!seungmin, idol!reader word count: 1,5k warnings: fluff. petnames. i didn't proofread it. tags: fluff, friends to lovers.

Requests are open :)

April 9th, 2023.

A week has passed since the Maniac tour ended, meaning that today you will be able to see your dumb best friend at the company after a long time.

"Excited?" Kia asked with a smile on her face

"Why would I be, unnie?" You frowned at her question

"Kim Seungmin is coming back today. All of them are coming." She kept that smile on her face

"You're annoying. It's not like I haven't been talking with him all along" you rolled your eyes and she laughed at your reaction

"I just stated facts! I didn't know you would be upset about seeing your boy best friend after so long"

"I'm not upset" you held back a laugh and pushed your leader lightly

"Are you excited or not?" She asked again

"Are you excited about seeing Chris after so long too, unnie?" You fired back

"Hey, that's not funny" that smile disappeared from her face

"How to forget the night where Kia unnie was so drunk that she threw up on Chan Oppa's bed" Ski said, getting into the conversation

"Yeah, what were you doing in his bed again?" Lu teased

"Back to practice. Now." Kia turned on the leader mode and the seven of you got into position.

"Yeah but actually..." a curious Haneul spoke from her place "I never knew the reason behind you being there" her angelical aura couldn't make Kia mad.

"I was just wasted, and he's a gentleman so he offered his bed to me so I could sleep and sober up a bit" the leader explained while looking at you all through the big mirror in front of you.

"Yeah, I am" a voice came over from the opening door and the seven of you bowed at Bang Chan.

Kia turned absolutely red.

"No need to be ashamed Kia, we remember it with laughs" Jisung joked and bowed back.

Your eyes were trying to be x-ray, trying to find your best friend in between all the people that were entering the place.

"Sweetie" Seungmin made his apparence and left you speachless.

"Kim Seungmin" You rushed towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he wrapping his around your waist "I missed you"

"I know, you were annoying me almost every day" he smiled, letting his brand new smile be seen. Wordless. "You're staring, weirdo" his sweet little laugh came out of his mouth

"I'm sorry" you blinked a few times, trying to organise your thoughts. "You didn't tell me you took your braces off"

"It was all over twitter, I thought you already knew" he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I haven't been using it for a while" —because you were all over my timeline and it made me miss you even more— you thought, but didn't say.

And again, when you looked around, realized that just like old times, you and Seungmin were lost in your own little world. The rest of the members from both groups were fooling around, screaming, running, singing, jumping, dancing.

Actually, you missed the eight of them.

What caught your eye was how sweety Lee Know was looking at Haneul when she was talking to him and Jeongin.

"Hey," you called Seungmin and made a movement with your head to make him see what your eyes were looking at.

"Yeah, but look over there" he pointed at Jisung and Manee being an absolute CHAOS.

"Looks like I was not the only one missing a Stray Kid." you smiled

"I missed you too" he rubbed your back from the side where he was standing. "And don't get used to it"

"Not at all" you made a disgusted face, just to see how his smile appeared again.

There was something about him now that was making you go insane. Like, after the time you guys had apart, he stopped being a rebellious teenager and became a man. You couldn't take his eyes off him.

"Okay, everyone, let's gather here." BangChan called all of you and you obeyed.

He and Kia started talking about the Collab stage that the groups had, talking about how they wanted it to go and asking for ideas too.

"I think, we could go in groups and showcase our positions. Like, dance line, rap line, voice line" Felix suggested

"Yah, you wanna kill this one" Seungmin pointed at you

"I might be in both my voice and dance line, but I'm not a rapper" you couldn't help but smile every time that man spoke to or about you.

"You are as much as a rapper as I am. And I'm a fucking great rapper" he let out a cocky smile

"Actually, Stay wants Seungmin on the rap line" Changbin joked

"She's a great rapper though" Ski smiled

"I hate to interrupt such a lovely discussion but we need to get back on subject" Kia stated, leaving the conversation out of mind.

April 23th, 2023.

"You did amazing, sweetie. You look gorgeous" Your friend smiled at you

"Thank you, Seungmin" you answered shyly and hid your face looking to the floor

"No, no. Don't hide" he took you by your chin and make you look at him "Those diamonds on top of your freckles look stunning"

"You're making me blush, asshole" You pushed him

"See? I can't be nice to you" he crossed his arms on top of his chest, making himself look taller than he was

"Just get married already" Minho said rolling his eyes while passing by with a bottle of water in his hands "Awesome job, Y/n. You were almost as good as me" he said with sarcasm and you laughed.

"He's unbearable" Seungmin denied with his head too

"Either are you" You teased him and you could see how a little smirk wanted to appear on his face, which he repressed.

"Little shit" he looked away, hiding his smile

"Hey, don't disrespect me. I'll make you call me noona"

"I'd call you noona anytime"

"You're being weird" You said, closing your eyes halfway.

"y/n-ssi, Seungmin-ssi sunbaenim" Yeonjun came by

"She's also your sunbaenim" Protective Seungmo was activated and he placed himself right by your side, looking at the other male

"Hey" you slightly blushed, trying to not make eye contact with the idol.

"I just wanted to congratulate you both"

"Thank you." Seungmin cutted the boy off.

Yeonjun bowed and left you alone again.

"You were kinda rude" You looked at him

"Oh, c'mon girl" He rolled his eyes "I just can't stand him"

"That's 'cause you're jealous" you smirked at the guy

"He took you away from him for a long amount of time. So, it's safe to say no, I do not like him."

"That face, Kim Seungmin" Hyunjin passed by and laughed at the expression in Seungmin's face "What's got you all mad?"

You just pointed at Yeonjun, a few meters away from the conversation.

"Trying to steal ya' girl again? Damn, gotta talk with Changbin hyung"

His girl? Again?

"He's friends with hyung." That's all he said. Hyunjin just laughed and left

"Sorry, what was that?" You asked

"That was nothing. Just Hyunjin annoying us" he answered fast

"You're blushed" You laughed "Seungmin... Do you like me?" You took his hand, making him look at them

"Of course I like you. You wouldn't be my friend if I didn't."

"Ok, fair" you sighted "Let me reform that... Do you have feelings for me?" he opened his mouth to talk and you cutted him off "And don't give me the same fucking answer 'cause I will hurt you, I swear to god Kim Seungmin" You added and he laughed

"So... Technically speaking... having like... romantic feelings?"

"Yes, he does. Kiss her, you fool!" Hyunjin came over again and pushed you both, making you crush into his chest.

You looked up at his eyes, as he looked down at yours.

"I kinda romatically like you, yes y/n" he took a few strands of your hair out of your face

"I kinda romantically like you too, Seungmin" You smiled back at him.

He slowly leaned down, making your lips meet for the first time in the five years that you've known eachother and been friends.

You placed your arms around his broad shoulders and his hands took place in your waist.

"FINALLY" you heard Ski scream from the top of her lungs.

"FATHER AND MOTHER GOD" Jeongin screamed at the same volume as Ski

"I took the most beautiful picture" said Hyunjin and he was... Sobbing?

"Yah, that's enough. You're disgusting" Minho came all the way here and separated you, making you both laugh

"You're jealous you can't kiss Haneul like this" You fired at him, and for the first time in ages, you left Lee Minho speachless.

"SHE'S RED!" Jenny jumped up and down while looking at your member be flustered.

"Y/n" Seungmin caught your attention again saying your name in the sweetest way ever "Do you wanna go out with me?" his sweet voice didn't change at all, making you melt inside

"Of couse I want" You got in your tip toes and kissed briefly his lips.

[mayullla]

Title: Little follower! (Part 2 of 'Little henchman!')

Character(s): Leona, Ruggie (Twisted Wonderland)

Summary: At the end of the holidays you thought you would head back home and say goodbye to your brother like Ruggie and Leona. Packing your stuff you expected to leave today when Leona scooped you and told you he was taking you to the Night Raven academy.

Warnings/tags: Fem!reader, reader is around Cheka's age, Reader also has the same hyena ears as Ruggie, Ruggie is like a self-proclaimed brother(?), platonic yandere no romantic stuff here

Read Part 1 'Little henchman!' here!

It was through connections, a sob story, and a bit of money that Crowley allowed a child like you to come to the school. Bullied and hurt truth but exaggerated talk. Stuff like Leona would not be able to sleep at night without knowing you were always safe. Which nobody believed.

Tho it would rather be funny that it was all true.

Packing your bags, you were getting ready to head back home to where you lived with Ruggie's grandmother when Leona scooped you and tossed you onto his should like a potato sack. "Eh..." you blinked surprised at the situation as you looked at the back of Leona's head wanting an explanation. "You are coming with me, kid." He told you grunting as he adjusted you on his shoulder and took away your bag.

"The headmage had given Leona permission to take you with us after what had happened. Shehehehe... Leona told him about what happened but I am sure he pulled a few strings and stuff to get you in." Ruggie snickered his hands full of stuff most bags stuffed with food that he was planning on sending back to his home later.

You must have made a face when Ruggie started to snicker again looking at you. "Aah.. you are gonna be staying with me or Ruggie at all times alright," Leona told you after a yawn still didn't change your face.

"There will be food there. A buffet that you can eat to your heart's content." Immediately upon hearing that you accepted your situation, relax on the prince's shoulder. Leona smirked satisfied with your attitude as he headed to the portal that would take them back to the academy only this time when he used to have nothing but his phone and wallet, he now had you on his shoulder.

Almost everyone had their eyes on Leona and Ruggie the moment they step foot onto the school grounds. And chaos ensured much to his dismay.

You looked at your clothes, the fabric much more nicer than what you wear at home which was for the most part obvious since it was Leona who had everything ready for you. The yellow vest made you look at them curiously wondering why? Ruggie had told you that most students were actually sorted by a mirror and if you were to stay should you also be sorted by it? At least that was your logic.

"You are really naive with this kind of stuff huh." Leona looked down at you, his eye sharp it was as if he was mad, angry about something that you weren't sure of. "Kid you belong here, do not question such useless things." Immediately after you were greeted with a big hand on your head, Leona started messing your hair before leaving yawning stating that he would take a nap before the next class.

Clean-up has always been Ruggie and you but there are days when Ruggie would be out with other things to do and you would clean Leona's room yourself. Most things you could handle by yourself really well but it was still weird for the older students to watch a small kid cleaning up their leader's room. Yet when they try to get close to you, they would hear a growl at just the right timing as they turn back to see Leona glaring daggers at them to scram. Leona made sure that nobody was supposed to go near you without his or Ruggie's allowance.

However, there were always the dumb ones, the more dense or dull ones. There was a moment in time when a few of the students in the dorm became too cocky. As Leona was always ordering you around they thought that they would do the same. Well, Ruggie cuts in with a small threat at hand asking the guy if he should really pay up if he wants to get his stinking ass room cleaned up just because his own mother isn't there to throw the boy out the window. If it was Leona tho, that student would be leaving the room with bruises.

There were many times did Leona take you away from everybody, without a word. Quietly you stayed in one place maybe making something or daydreaming only to be scooped up by Leona. You wouldn't even make a sound, unsurprised by what was happening as you glance at the man's face. "Can't have you up and telling Ruggie where I am. Stay still so that I can catch some sleep." Leona grumbled laying on the side of the grass holding you down. He was way too powerful compared to you, something that you have realized after that "incident". There were many days he would just hold you like this and snore as if you were a doll of a small kid who can't live without it.

The kid being Leona of course.

You told him about it one time without much thought, Ruggie burst out laughing while the others who by chance heard it or eavesdropped tried to hold their laugh only to be quickly silenced by Leona's glare. You were given a hard flick on the forehead and then an aggressive head pat as you wallow in pain in your forehead. Your hair was a complete mess, 'a birdnest' as Riggie would often call it.

Looking at the grass feeling it poking your skin, and then at the clear sky and stuck you can't help but also doze on with Leona unable to keep your eyes open for long. Well till Ruggie finds you guys, nagging Leona and you to wake up and asking why the heck did you not do anything and that you were supposed to be his little helper.

What you didn't like tho were Leona's head rubs and when he licks your hair and ears. Maybe a form of maternal instinct or when you have become too messy from jumping around bushes. It usually happens when he was drowsy as he would occasionally do it to his nephew who would laugh affectionately already used to such showings of love and care. You weren't.

Trying your best to avoid them as much as possible yet unable to when Leona would glare at you and tell you to stay still as he would wake up if you moved so much. Pouting you stayed still till Ruggie finally comes along and tells Leona off not to tease you so much, but by that moment the guy was already asleep. (There was this one case when right after a small grooming section did you leave when you bumped into some students. Strong nose it was almost immediate when they all reacted shock voices asking you if you were perhaps the daughter of Leona. Leona woke up by then and did not give them an easy punishment.)

Leona wasn't sure when it started maybe a little before that incident did he realize that he grew attached to you. But he had grown to care a lot about you. He wasn't sure if it was similar to Ruggie who looked at you like his own little sister but maybe something like a daughter in his eyes. Maybe that was why he didn't necessarily deny the students who woke him up from his nap that he might be the father even if he knew that would start thinking that Leona had "become" a man at the age of eleven. Really it is dumb.

Tho he was also sure you and he would never have that traditional father-and-daughter kind of bond. Leona was sure he would never be the traditional kind of dad, nor a good father all of a sudden at the snap of a finger not that he ever thought he would ever even marry right now. He already has his hand full with napping, eating, being a prince and caring for his subjects, those who choose to follow him. And you too, the only time he ever sees you soo displease were when he tries to show you affection like this. The pout on your lips as if the world has forsaken you looks so amusing to him.

Ruggie has done the same sometimes, not as often as Leona before well till after that incident but can you blame him? He was the one who took care of you the most, so you need to stay still. Special treatment Leona would occasionally jokingly accuse you of not that you would care much. The only reason you would even stay still here with Leona much to your displeasure was that he was the one paying you. Sometimes you think of yourself as some sort of therapy for this guy when he grab you all of a sudden placing you in his lap as he continued to poke your cheeks. Pulling them mumbling how you should eat more, or how you were more of a squirrel than a hyena when you pout.

Ruggie made absolutely sure you would not be alone.... when he can. He didn't want you to be alone at all, and on days when you and he have some free time for yourselves, he will keep you by his side. Sometimes it frustrates you to no end and he knows that, but you could not stay angry at him for long as he always knew how to make you smile.

"Ne~ ne~~ who is that flower crown for?" Ruggie asked you, under a tree a little far off from the academy the two of you finally had some time for yourselves. As Riggie lay down on the grassy floor you took the chance to start plucking flowers and weeds slowly building a flower crown with it. It was something that Ruggie had taught you how to make when you were younger. Looking at Ruggie who was lying down right beside you, you looked at the flower crown that you make then him again.

"Hmmmm...? Hey!? Oof-!"

Suddenly placing the crown on his head you moved yourself and not so softly placed your head on his belly. You too also want to take a nap. "Easy kid. You gotta figure out how to control your strength." Rugguie wheeze, but you knew that he was fine and just exaggerating when he laughed and ruffled your hair. You stayed like this for a little while more, till the world called for the two of you did you return to the school carried on top of Ruggie's shoulders.

People asked why Ruggie was wearing that flower crown asking if he was some sort of princess. Ruggie would only vaguely answer from there but refused to take the crown off his head. You found them in his bedroom withered but carefully tucked somewhere safe. Maybe you would have realized it, maybe you didn't but Ruggie had missed you a lot back then when he first arrived at the academy.

Ruggie and you would always eat together, and more often than not you would share together deserts both in the cafeteria or when you had a job of getting something in the school shop from Sam did Leona always make sure to give an extra more telling you to buy some food for yourself. More often than not you would buy pocky. One in your mouth, the box open you would always share your sweets with Ruggie. Ruggie would come back from doing something that Leona had ordered him to finish, and casually open his mouth asking for a pocky stick. One pocky stick and you will get a small hair ruffle as thanks.

It wasn't obvious and maybe it was something you would have noticed more easily if you were older, that something about your situation in the dorm was odd. How you never have been able to interact with other dorms much ever since you came here unless Leona or Ruggie let you do so. It wasn't like you would go out to look for them so maybe you didn't notice but Leona and Ruggie made sure that you would not go near the other dorms.

While some were dangerous, Leona would never trust you in Octaville or where that Malleus guy dorm was. Trey had asked a few times to invite you to the Heartsabyul dorm saying that he would make you dessert and sweets much to your delight.

There was a certain kind of emotion, a kind that is mixed with everything. The two men were prideful in different ways, they doubt that you would ever leave them. Yet at the same time, they do not want to create a situation where you can leave or be taken by someone else. There was a mix of obsession and possessive feelings but nothing romantic. They considered you as a family but even they know that their obsession was out of line.

You didn't care notice or maybe you were blind in some sort of way. And they do believe that you would never truly leave them, but there was this fear that they would never admit was still there.

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Ritsu Sakuma x Reader ♡ Tags: Fluff, established relationship, casual romance, really wholesome, INTRO IS REALLY LONG, SORRY!, she/her pronouns ♡ Word count: 2,215 ♡ Synopsis: Inspired by the Meowsketeers scout story in which this card is featured in. I've been trying to read the scout stories since I never read them, and I thought that this one would be cute to add the reader in! Please note that this fic does not stay true to the story, but it has taken bits from it. A/N: There needs to be more Ritsu x reader fics.

Drenched in sweat, Ritsu slowly woke up from his nap in the ES gardens. His mind was still filled with thoughts of what happened the other day when Tsukasa confronted and withdrew some of the new members of Knights.

Ritsu pitied them, but what was said was the mere truth. That's the way Knights operated, it was never a unit to have fun with as an idol. But seeing those tearful faces did take a toll on him.

At that moment, Ritsu felt something heavy weighing on him. It wasn't what happened that day, but something physical that he could feel near his stomach.

'Who is it? Am I being attacked? It's not those pranks Tsukipi set up, right?' he thought tiredly. Unless it's (Y/N)...? No... she said she'd be busy today–

Ritsu was getting annoyed. "Hold on. You don't disturb people when they're sleeping!" he groaned. "Now I'm in a bad mood... Don't mess with me– Huh?"

Eyes wide open, Ritsu found that on his stomach was a black cat.

"Ugh, so it was this guy!" he fumed. "Get off! You're heavy and it's too hot...!"

Yet the cat wouldn't budge. It stayed lying on Ritsu's stomach as if he were a pillow. Ritsu wasn't having any of it though, no one dares disturb his sleep even if they were a cat! Getting angrier by the second, he decided to fight it off him.

"Hey! Ow! Don't dig your claws in me!"

"That Suo, he's late!" exclaimed Leo. "What a troublesome guy! I came early today since he gets angry at me when I come late."

"Unbelievable! He's wasting my precious time!" Izumi chided. "This is so annoying. Did your wanderlust infect Kasa-kun?"

Leo laughed. "Eh? What, what? Wahaha, that's funny, Sena! I suppose it's fate that Knights' leader is to be cursed by wanderlust!"

Frantic footsteps could be heard as Tsukasa barged into the studio panting. He apologised, mentioning to his seniors that he got involved in a little incident with Ritsu. That was when Ritsu entered the room, still arguing with the black cat he encountered outside.

"I told you to let go of me, didn't I?! Why can't you understand me, you stupid cat?!" Ritsu growled. "Do my clothes smell like catnip or something...?"

"A stray cat got attached to Ritsu-senpai and it won't let go of him," stated Tsukasa.

"Unbelievable. This was why you were late?" said Izumi. "There's got to be some way to pull it off. Just grab it by the neck like how a parent cat carries a kitchen– Owah! This guy tried to scratch me! If you were human, I'd have you pay compensation!"

Arashi suggested that they all calm down and get started on the retrospective – the reason why they were holding a meeting in the first place. If they ignore the cat, perhaps it would let Ritsu go!

But as Arashi started playing the video of their live, Leo noticed something. In the video, Leo pointed out the front row seats where beside a fan's feet, a black cat was seen.

"This guy, it saw Ritsu at Knights' live and came to meet him!" said Leo excitedly.

"Hah...? No way! That sounds so unrealistic," Ritsu replied before turning to the cat which started showing him affection. "Owah, what? Don't start licking my cheek!"

"Given its reaction, it probably did come to meet Knights," said Tsukasa. "Isn't it just the cutest? It probably fell in love with Ritsu-senpai's brave figure at the live!"

"What?! Don't say things so nonchalantly!"

But the other members of Knights had agreed to let the cat do what it wanted despite Ritsu's comments on how much of a disaster this was.

The cat didn't let go of him even during the retrospective. It lay sound asleep on Ritsu's lap. Knights had come up with a name for the cat too, 'd'Artagnyan', their 'newest knight that was drawn in by Knights.'

Ritsu didn't like this idea at all. He didn't see any resemblance between him and the cat that his fellow members were constantly pointing out too. Though, he didn't want to just kick it out. He wanted it to leave on its own volition.

"It clings to you like how you cling onto (Y/N)," stated Arashi causing Ritsu to erupt into a steam of embarrassment. "Maybe it finds your scent comforting~? If so, it might be satisfied with something that has Ritsu-chan's scent on it..."

"Something with my scent?" Ritsu repeated. "Ah, I just came to an unpleasant conclusion..."

He was talking about his favourite blanket – the only thing in this studio that had his scent on it. But there was no way that Ritsu wanted to give this unlucky cat his favourite blanket!

"Ah, wait! Don't suddenly pounce for my blanket, you idiot cat!" huffed Ritsu as he tried to yank the blanket away. He was now on the floor fighting with the cat. "Give it back! I don't want such an unlucky cat to use my blanket! Guys, please help me out here!"

"Oi, oi. There's no need to get so worked up over something like this, right, Ritsu?" said Leo. "I know it's annoying, but it'll be dangerous if you get violent in here, no?"

"But I really like this blanket! I won't allow it to use it! Ah, don't scratch it–"

"Please calm down, Ritsu-senpai...!" sputtered Tsukasa.

But before Izumi could assert himself to scold Ritsu, you had rushed into the studio. Arashi had texted you about the situation before they started their retrospective, hoping that you'd come to solve the issue at hand. After all, you solved a lot of their problems before, it became customary to ask you for help.

"Ritsu, are you okay?" you asked worriedly, bending down. "Hey, what's wrong? You're not usually like this."

"(Y-Y/N)?!" Ritsu blurted, perplexed at your sudden appearance. "W-What are you doing here?"

You answered that even though you were busy with your own assignments today, you couldn't just ignore what was happening with Knights, with him.

"Is this what's bothering you?" You tried picking up the cat, but it immediately started hissing at you. "Ah! Okay, I'm not going to pick you up then...! Anyway, Arashi texted me all the details already. Why don't you just give up the blanket, Ritsu?"

"N-No!" he cried. "I can't!"

"I don't understand why you like that blanket so much," said Izumi. "I'll buy you a new one if that makes you happy–"

"That's not it! (Y/N) bought me this one!"

Everyone had gone silent over that fact.

"Then I'll buy you a new one," you offered.

"No!" Ritsu protested. "You got this for me when we were first years! I can't just let that go!"

Ritsu usually wasn't this worked up, so you knew he was upset about something other than his blanket. But you also knew that he was a very sentimental person too, so you couldn't just force him to give up something that he truly loved. It was sweet that he had kept this blanket up until now though. It showed how much he loved you.

"I have an idea," you suddenly said. You rummaged through your bag and pulled out a white sweater. "This also has Ritsu's scent on it."

"Wait," Ritsu began. "That's my sweater."

"Mhm, my favourite one too!" you giggled. "If we give the cat this, then it'll give up on the blanket!"

"B-But (Y/N), you love that sweater...!" he said.

"I do, but you love that blanket too, right? I'll give this up so you can have your blanket back!"

With how selfless and thoughtful you were being, Ritsu had finally cooled down.

"N-No, it's fine," he said sadly. "I'll let it keep the blanket, you keep the sweater, okay? I'm sorry, everyone, I went overboard. I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

"Ritsu..."

He picked up his blanket with the cat still attached to it and left the building quietly. The meeting with Knights had come to an end. You sighed, apologised and thanked Knights for putting up with your boyfriend before following after him.

Ritsu was situated on one of the tables at the ES gardens, his head laid on his arms as he watched the black cat sleep in his blanket.

"It's my fault that Knights ended up fighting again... If only this cat hadn't been there. No, I should've been calmer..." he murmured. "It would've been better if I had analysed the situation calmly like I usually do, and brought it to a positive conclusion..."

"Ritsu~" you called out.

With the sound of your voice, his eyes immediately gravitated towards you. He didn't lift his head though, he was too tired for that.

"(Y/N)..."

"Here," you said, pressing a cold can of soda to his cheek. He cried at the coldness but quickly covered his mouth from being too loud. He didn't want to wake up the cat despite how annoying it was today.

"Ah, thank you..." he said, taking the can from you. He laid it in front of him, not opening it. "(Y/N), I'm really sorry about earlier. You were busy, and Nacchan had to call you over to deal with something so small."

"Eh, it's okay~," you said. From behind, you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close to you. "I'm nearly finished with my assignments anyway. But Ritsu, are you really okay?"

Ritsu strained a smile, but he held your arm in a way to comfort himself. "I'm fine now. I'm going to sit here and reflect on my actions until this stupid cat wakes up. If I ignored the cat in the studio and it gets restless, it might be even more troublesome."

You laughed. "It's so cute when it's sleeping. It reminds me of you."

"Eeehhh? Why does everyone keep saying that?" he asked.

"Well, it's cute and you're cute! Also, it takes naps just like you, hehe~"

Ritsu sighed but laughed along. "Ah, you're wearing the sweater," he said, finally noticing the baggy look on you.

"Yep! I'm glad I didn't need to give it up in the end, but I do feel sad that you had to give your favourite blanket away," you said.

"It's fine. Maybe it'll let it go later..." he started. "Well, I hope it does anyway. I really do like that blanket..."

He chuckled, reminiscing the time you first got him the blanket. The two of you met just before entering Yumenosaki. You were Mao's friend initially, but he had introduced you to Ritsu during the time he had to repeat his first year. Ritsu had treated you coldly at first, but when you spotted him sleeping in the gardens, coming to know of his illness, you had decided to gift him a blanket for him to use.

It was a blanket you had bought at a shop in town, nothing special, but Ritsu thought the world of it. Even when he treated you so poorly, you were still so nice to him – to accommodate him in this way. He grew fond of the blanket, but he mostly grew fond of you.

After that day, he stuck to you just like the cat he was watching now.

"You know, I'm surprised it's still kept in good condition after all these years," you pointed out. "We're in our third year now... and it still looks brand new."

"I take good care of my things, (Y/N)~," he said. "And I'll be keeping that blanket for as long as I can."

You smiled and gave him a peck on the back of his head. "Anyway, aren't you going to tell me what got you so riled up? It can't just be because of the cat, right?"

"Ah, right..." he said. He opened the can that you gave him and began to drink the contents of it. "So, this is what happened..."

He explained everything to you, recalling what happened that day when they had to withdraw some of the new Knights members. He was honest with his feelings, how bad he felt when he saw those tearful faces, how bad he felt when he knew that those dreams were being crushed.

But after some reassurance from you, Ritsu felt a lot better. That's when Tsukasa showed up to check up on him too. A suggestion of finding foster parents for the cat was brought up which Ritsu agreed to.

By time, he grew fond of the cat albeit he still wanted it gone. But things had resolved themselves, and Ritsu was back to his calm, analytical self again.

You had come to say goodbye to the cat, d'Artagnyan, too. This time, it had let you hold it.

"Hehe, it really does remind me of you," you told Ritsu who immediately turned red. "Don't miss Ritsu too much, you hear me~? I hope you live a comfortable life."

Watching you be so gentle with the cat like that had Ritsu feeling some sort of way. He smiled gently to himself, appreciating that you were there with him, that you were there to console him and to listen to every word he had to say. There was nothing better in this world – even his favourite blanket – that would compare to you.

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do you perhap have bakugou whump fic recs?

I have many such recs! not all of them are "whump" in the purest sense of the word, but they've got angst and hurt/comfort in abundance, so yeah.

I also have an older rec post from like five years ago which has quite a few Bakugou whump fics as well, so I'll link that here.

and here are like 16 new ones lol.

some quick notes:

I'm just including links and summaries here, so please make sure to check the tags for each fic if you have certain squicks or triggers you're trying to avoid!

please be aware that I am not very nitpicky about grammar and style and spelling and the like, so long as I'm feeling the characterization and general vibes. so while I can't promise that all of these fics will read like Nobel Prize-winning lit, I can say that I personally enjoyed each one enough to go back and reread more than once.

although it tends to be one of the most common tropes in Bakugou angst fics, I do not vibe with the "abusive Mitsuki" angle, so you won't find any of that in the works below. same goes for Midnight-bashing (which is also surprisingly common).

I also did not include any fics with sad endings just because I didn't feel like depressing myself today lol.

I don't think there are manga spoilers in any of these fics except one (which I noted and marked with an asterisk), but definitely check the tags just to be safe.

lastly, though I'm by no means a prude when it comes to fanfic, all of these particular fics are SFW, just FYI.

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It's Already Tomorrow on the Other Side of the World by Nicole_Silverwolf

In the absolute immediate aftermath of his rescue at Kamino, Bakugou just wants to sleep. If he sleeps then this nightmare will be over. Except he's freezing in the mid August heat. And he can't stop shaking. A glimpse of two imperfect humans trying their best told in 3.5 parts.

post-Kamino Dadzawa and Katsuki. easily one of my all-time favorite BnHA fics. it's so sad and cozy.

Coming Up for Air by achievingelysium

Katsuki has nightmares. He doesn't think he deserves the comfort, but Aizawa-sensei sits with him anyway.

more Dadzawa dealing with nighttime Kacchan angst, since that's like my #1 BnHA fic aesthetic. this is so well-written. like, there are a couple of lines in here that just... guh. just hit right to the core of me.

Bakugou's "Super Fun" Three Day Vacation by Marvelless

Bakugou and his parents arrive home after the Kamino Ward incident for some much-needed recovery time.

post-Kamino Bakufam angst. lots of paranoia and dissociation. this is one of those fics that's sort of a guilty pleasure for me, because Katsuki definitely feels a lot more... fragile?... in this than I think he would have been in canon. but he's still enough of a grump during all of his spiralling that it still feels like him. and I do love me some Bakufam wholesomeness, and this fic has got that in spades.

the art of poor judgement by emelinelou

It's a Tuesday when Bakugou admits to himself that maybe, maybe he is sorta, kinda under the weather. Things go quickly downhill from there. . Alternatively: Bakugou's too stubborn to be "sick," Midoriya and Kirishima are in over their heads, Todoroki is the Most Useful in a pinch, and Aizawa is not paid nearly enough for this.

probably my favorite sickfic. chapter two especially. Bakugou's narration in this is fucking fantastic. he's so fucking done with life. meanwhile everyone around him is freaking out, and he himself is a complete mess even though he won't acknowledge it, and it's just great. it's equal parts funny, sad, and absolutely adorable.

(incidentally, even though this fic is marked as incomplete, it really doesn't feel that way and ends at a perfectly reasonable stopping point, so don't let that put you off.)

Solar Flare by TheQueen

Three weeks after Katsuki Bakugou receives his quirk, he takes a short tumble off a bridge and watches, dumbfounded, as stupid Deku extend a hand. Don’t take it, the universe commands. Don’t tell me what to do! Katsuki snaps.

this is a really cool AU in which Baby Katsuki accidentally starts defying the universe and ignoring his predestined path, which has a profound ripple effect on his life. sort of like a time-travel fix-it, minus the time travel. also just a heads up that Bakugou is like five years old in this so I guess it's technically a kidfic. and there is plenty of angst, a little bit of whump, more Bakufam, and plenty of baby Kacchan and Deku being cute like it's their job.

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lose it all (with eyes wide open) by ghostwriterofthemachine

Katsuki is blinded. Izuku is muted. Both of them are kidnapped. Things get worse.

this is one of those fics that just kind of leaves you stunned at how freaking good it is. featuring: psychological mindgames, hopelessly bleak situations, and codependency so utterly raw and desperate that it broke my heart roughly 17 times.

When Ice Doesn't Float by Ma_skee

A simple rescue exercise goes south when Izuku falls through the ice and it goes from a class assinment to an actual rescue and a race against time to keep him from freezing to death.

technically this is more Dekuwhump than Kacchanwhump (though we do get a bit of the latter toward the end), but I'd argue that few things could possibly stress Katsuki out more than being in a tense survival situation in which Deku is hurt and needs help. anyway so yeah. this is classic hurt/comfort and very good.

spinning out of control by mollE

Katsuki joins the 'I've Been Mind Controlled' Club. He wishes he hadn't.

please see above re: how all Dekuwhump scenarios are secretly Kacchanwhump scenarios in disguise. anyway so basically a mind-controlled Bakugou beats the shit out of Deku while being fully aware of it the entire time, and has a complete (and understandable) emotional breakdown afterwards.

all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing by maxisnotokay

Izuku has had this thing about him that Katsuki has never been able to name, but he's been chasing it since he learned how to run. It takes a catastrophic building collapse during their third year and a severe concussion for him to realize what it is. Aizawa loses ten years off his life. When does he not.

gotta love a good building collapse fic. this one has a concussed Katsuki, a very worried Izuku, and the usual "thanks to this intimate life-or-death situation, I have belatedly realized some fundamental truths about the nature of our relationship" tropes. but it's good. a lot of really good banter and back-and-forth dialogue in this one too.

takes one to know one by Sour_Idealist

Deku has left UA. Ochako still looks for him in unguarded moments. Bakugo is, unsurprisingly, being a jerk.

some good emotional hurt/comfort post-Jakku. Ochako has a chat with Bakugou about Deku. specifically, Bakugou's feelings toward Deku. it's good shit.

*fear is the heart of love by nikkiRA

*please be advised this fic contains major manga spoilers!!

Bakugou gets hit by a quirk that amplifies his greatest fear for 24 hours.

losing Deku. the thing that scares him the most is losing Deku. this is a good fic. emotional hurt/comfort for days. though once again do keep in mind that there are a couple of major spoilers in this.

silence is what i do best by notreally

the one where both Izuku and Katsuki were hit with a truth serum sort of quirk, and things aren't going all too well.

not just a truth-telling quirk, but a truth-compulsion quirk, to the extent that (spoiler alert) the quirk causes them physical pain and distress if they don't speak the truth. which, as you can imagine, leads to all sorts of extremely vulnerable conversations and a lot of good h/c.

close by not quite by blossomshed

When Bakugou goes after a beacon during a class-wide rescue op, he doesn't expect to find Deku - or to find himself dealing with the fallout of a gift he doesn't want, and a side of himself he'd never bothered to examine. He deals with it nonetheless.

this fic is so dear to me. it's yet another "Deku transfers OFA to Bakugou fic", but it's just so fucking good. and it also features a (very much confused) ace Bakugou, which is such a rare find. there are lines from this fic which I still think about constantly. it's funny and profound and adorable and so wonderfully IC, please go read it.

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BONUS NON-ANGSTY FICS because I just felt like ending this list with some happy stories where Kacchan gets a lot of love:

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give me compliments (i said give me compliments) by wonhaebunny

“It’s just cute,” Ashido is telling them as she walks into the classroom. “Like, when you compliment someone and they get flustered so easily, don’t you think it’s endearing?” Kaminari blinks. “Like Bakugou?” he asks slowly. - 1-a realises that katsuki is really, really bad at receiving compliments. exposure therapy ensues.

he is bad at accepting compliments. this is a very, very cute fic.

The Friendship Ladder by nikkiRA

Bakugou and Kirishima tell their classmates they're dating, but everyone seems more interested in who gets to claim the newly vacated spot of Bakugou’s best friend.

as the summary implies this is technically KRBK, but the focus here is very much class 1-A as a whole. there's just something about seeing the entirety of the class squabbling over their Kacchan love that tickles me to no end. Deku is also fantastic in this lmao.

The Yoshida Trail by WinterSwallow

Mitsuki Bakugo returns with her gift to the mountain.

last but not least we have this gorgeous character study with a criminally low view count. Mitsuki climbs Mt. Fuji with an eight-year-old Katsuki in tow, as the fic explores his childhood and young adulthood through a series of vignettes. the insights in this really have no business being as profound as they are, given that they're voiced from the perspective of one of the most graceless characters in the series as she observes her equally graceless son through all the ups and downs and tumbles of his life. but somehow that just makes the whole thing even better. idk I just really love this a lot.

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anyway that's it for now. hope at least a few of these are enjoyable. thanks for the ask!

[heart4reigns]

HIDE AND SEEK, roman reigns.

warnings: alcohol, confessions, both are insanely in love with each other, implied sexual activities, situationship

tags: drink carefully kids!!! woohoo girl-code!

summary: a little game of hide and seek won’t hurt anyone, right?

“HONESTLY, i love you.” the words from last night’s dinner kept you up. the scene kept replaying inside your head as you remembered your reaction. it caught you off-guard, obviously. you were in love with him too, but you didn’t know what to do. so you got up from your seat and excused yourself, leaving him hanging. that was the biggest mistake you have ever made in your entire life.

the sound of your alarm was the last thing you wanted to hear today. you wanted to sleep more but you knew you had responsibilities such as driving your best friends (and coworkers) to work and gym since it was your turn. it took you a couple of minutes to gain consciousness, dragging your body to the bathroom.

you honked your car, indicating your presence. "alright calm down!” you heard jimmy’s voice. “hurry up, i don’t have all day here. gotta pick up jey too.” you complained. “damn, you’re picking up the whole block.” “and whose fault is that? not mine. stupid schedules, you’re a grown man. you can drive on your own.” you joked. “i know you love me and jey.” you only chuckled in response, driving to jey’s house, only to see him standing in front of the door. “about damn time!”

"you coming tomorrow night right?" you finished your session. right now, the three of you were sitting in a coffee shop, reviewing your schedule. "i can't... i have physics due monday?" you immediately blurted out, not thinking about what you just said. "you're insane and you're coming. come on man, you never bailed on any party! especially seth’s birthday.”

your best friends knew what was happening. "just say you've been avoiding roman." you couldn't help but to nod. "yeah, as a matter of fact, i am avoiding him." you said, waiting for their reactions. "yeah girl, i already know the story. he told me about it." a sheer panic was plastered on your face. "what did he say?" you asked. "it's a secret." jimmy snickered. "tell me or i will actually drive your ass to the retirement home." you joked. "nah, he didn't tell anything. i was just messing with you." you clenched your jaw in annoyance.

"i just don't understand," jey paused for a second, taking the time to drink his coffee. "why didn’t you say it back?" you sighed in response. "he confessed last night and i didn't know what to say." he furrowed his brows. "so you ghosted him?" "yes i did." you ghosted the roman reigns.

the reason? you were scared. you had been single for a few years and getting in a relationship right now scared the shit out of you. "that's so fucking funny." jimmy laughed. "you? ghosting the man? dude, everyone wants him. but he only wants you." your face reddened as he finished his sentence. "shut up, you know i’m a pussy. besides, i think he hates me now.” jey pulled out his phone, showing you messages from the family groupchat. "at 9.54 am, 'has anyone talked to (y/n) she's not answering me'. at 10.11, 'should i call her?' and then jimmy only replied with a dog pic." jey narrated the conversation. "well, i'm sorry." you apologized.

"you know, he really loves you. you shouldn't really be scared, (y/n)." jimmy added. you knew that too, but you were still afraid to own up to your own feelings. "let's just go to work." you stood up from your seat, practically dragging them back to the car. you had to face work with an anxious state, you really didn't want to meet roman today, but at this point–it was inevitable.

the ride to the arena was filled with laughter and jokes, obviously, riding with the twins was something you look forward to. they were sweethearts, always trying to cheer you up, despite the stressful environment of the industry. "you're not going to our locker room today?" you shook your head. "bro, i am literally avoiding your locker room leader." you defended yourself. "boo, loser." jimmy ruffled your hair. "see you!" you practically skipped to the female locker room, hoping you wouldn't encounter a certain male wrestler. to your luck, you saw him near his locker room. "fuck." you muttered once again.

you squat under a table, waiting for him to go away. he saw someone in the corner of his eyes, so he looked your way to no avail. roman furrowed his brows, completely confused. he shrugged it off, entering the locker room on his own. you sighed in relief, standing up on your feet. "what the fuck are you doing?" a voice came behind you, startling you. "god, seth! you scared the shit out of me." your eyes widened in fear. "who are you hiding from?" the wrestler asked. "n- no one, actually, need to change! see you!" you skipped your way to the locker room.

"has anyone seen (y/n)?" roman asked the entire locker room. jimmy and jey froze, they didn't know what to do. "nah." "nope." "oh, saw her earlier!" the last sentence came from seth. "where is she?" roman continued his question. "she went to her locker room, i supposed. quite funny that i found her ducking behind a table." something clicked inside roman, he was avoiding you. he looked at his cousins, raising an eyebrow. "you know anything?" the twins shook their heads in unison. they might be great actors on stage, but they were bad liars.

roman was confused. he was confused with your behavior. last night, he confessed that he wanted to take your current situationship seriously, but you didn't respond after that. it was obvious that you loved him back; all those dates, all those 'sleepovers', it was a situationship. he wanted to make it official. the two of you were grown adults, sooner or later you had to talk it out.

you were already in your gear, ready to face the night with whatever was thrown to you. the women's locker room was filled with chatters, everyone was getting ready for showtime. you heard a knock on the door, expecting it to be one of the crews. "hey it's roman, is (y/n) there?" the locker room looked at you, waiting for your answer. "no. no, tell him i'm not here" you mouthed at bayley, who was in front of the door. "she's not here!" bayley opened the door, you ducked behind one of the lockers. "oh. if you see her, can you tell her i'm looking for her?"

"damn, (y/n). relationship problems?" right after bayley closed the door, the entire locker room was curious about your situation. "fuck, it's nothing." you tied your boots. "it's definitely not nothing, are you okay, girl?" zelina asked. "yeah, yeah. don't worry about it guys. i'm okay." "if you need anything, we're here okay?"

the backstage went chaotic when showtime started, everyone was doing their job. you were ready to walk out as your music started playing. "(y/n), (y/n)!" roman was at the end of the hallway, practically running to get you before you went out. your eyes widened in in surprise as you quickly walked out of the backstage, trying to avoid him.

it was clear that you were ignoring him. he could only see you on the monitor, all smiles as if nothing was wrong. roman crossed his arms, still studying you on the screen. "what's with that pout, man?" jey nudged him. "i'm just so confused with (y/n)." he replied. "did she say anything to you? did i do something wrong?" jey shook his head. "nah man, maybe she needs time? probably overwhelmed with the love you gave her." he continued. "why would she be overwhelmed?" jey shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to spill all the information to his cousin. "maybe that's for you to figure out on your own."

your match ended, meaning you had to go backstage. roman was up next, so it was really your lucky day. you could go back home without interacting with roman. so there you were, in the locker room, still out of breath. you looked at the monitor, seeing roman standing tough with his entire bloodline by his side. "i don't know what happened between you two, but i need you to stop playing hide and seek." bayley said. "right, it's weird seeing you on your own. you'd be with him by now."

it was true, everyone thought it was weird seeing you on your own. but once again, you were still scared of acknowledging your own feelings. "get home safely, (y/n)." you clocked out of work, your entire body feeling sore. you looked carefully in the hallways, not wanting to be spotted by a certain black-haired wrestler. "(y/n)." what a fucking lucky day, you thought. you ignored him and immediately walked away from your spot. before roman could catch you, started the car–leaving him in a confused state.

as soon as you got home, your phone rang. it was roman calling, but you chose to ignore it.

roman: hello?

roman: are you okay?

roman: did i do something wrong?

roman: i hope things are okay, see you at seth's tomorrow

you were literally playing a game of hide and seek as soon as you arrived at seth and becky's house. "hi, happy birthday champ." you hugged seth, giving him his birthday present. "AW THANKS (Y/N)!" his loud and cheery voice filled the room. "where's roman?" seth asked, not seeing your male counterpart with you. "oh, he's on his own." seth brushed it off, not wanting to intervene in your relationship problems. becky passed you a cup filled with alcohol. "you look like you need a drink." “i really do.”

the black-haired man got out of his car, carrying seth's birthday gift. he didn't know if you were already there, but he was hoping that he could have a talk with you. "hey, happy birthday bro." roman hugged the man. "thanks! thought you'd come with (y/n) tho." seth returned the gesture. "is she here?" seth nodded. "she's talking to sami outside." seth pointed at you, laughing your ass off.

"here comes the tribal chief." sami announced, making you choke on your drink. "fuck!" your eyes widened in fear as you excused yourself from the conversation you were having. he was walking towards you, to your luck, someone greeted him, sparing you time to get away from the crime scene. you went back inside, only to be greeted by jey's dumbass smile. "hide and seek?" you nodded, taking a shot of whatever alcohol was inside your cup.

"wait, where is (y/n)? she was just here." roman said to sami. "yeah, i lost her too. she shouldn't be far from here though." he replied. roman had to admit that you had good hiding skills, you were in the same house but yet, he couldn't find you. maybe it was a mistake that he confessed to you. maybe you didn't want him? all those questions roamed inside his mind.

seeing him not enjoying the party bothered you a bit. it was all your doings. you sighed, still not wanting to deal with confrontation. "you know you can't really ignore him forever." you took yet, another shot. "damn girl, calm down." "i'm gonna need more drinks if i'm gonna talk to him tonight." your head was already fuzzy from the alcohol. "whatever you say, (y/n)." jimmy rolled his eyes.

it was the alcohol inside your veins that made you feel like you were ready to face your current situationship. you didn't avoid him, in fact, you were waiting for him to talk to you. but as soon as he saw you, you immediately walked away, hiding in the kitchen. it was empty, thankfully. you breathed out, trying to calm yourself down.

"you know, you have nowhere to go now."

there he was, holding a red cup. it was now or never, you thought. "hiiiiii." your words were dragged down. "and you're drunk." you shook your head. "i'm perfectly fine!" you smiled, feeling nervous. "are you sure?" he raised an eyebrow. "no, i'm just feeling a bit fuzzy. but i'm good, what's up?" he chuckled at your sentence. "what's up?" he repeated. "you've been ignoring me, (y/n)." you took another shot of your drink, only to have him take away your cup. "hey, i was drinking it." you pouted.

"we need to talk." here we go, you thought. "why are you ignoring me?" he asked. "uh... i am not?" you didn't know what to do. "you don't reply to my texts, you didn't answer my call, and we've been playing hide and seek... did i do something wrong?" you immediately shook your head. "no, no. you didn't do anything wrong." you continued to shake your head. "then what happened?"

you sighed. "i'm sorry." you apologized. "i don't need your apology, i just want to know what happened." he admitted, leaning on the counter. "i'm just scared? i like you too, god, i love you. but i'm just scared about this." his eyes flashed with pity. of course you were scared, you were not used to being in love with someone. you were just scared with your own feelings. "oh." was all that came out from his mouth.

"so... is this over?" he asked. you didn't want to end it, you wanted him. was it gonna end like this? he thought. all those memories came rushing in as he waited for your answer. if you didn’t want him, he would respect your choice and fuck off to somewhere and cry about it. he was so in love with you, that the thought of you leaving made him sick.

on the other hand, you too, were so in love with him. right now, you couldn’t think about anything but him. it was truly love at first sight when you first encountered him backstage. so, maybe, it wasn’t over. you had to push all your fears behind for him. you knew he’d make you happy.

"you know what? fuck it." you paused for a second, stealing the drink in his hands. "i fucking love you." with that, you kissed him, leaving him in a state of shock. of course, he returned the gesture. "you're my boyfriend now." you said to him, earning the biggest smile you have ever seen plastered on his face. "okay," he replied, still feeling in cloud 9. "please don't ignore me ever again, god. what would i do without you?"

a/n: 100 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL WITH SOME HIDE AND SEEK!!! hope u enjoyed it <33 bc i did woohoo

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Remedy

Pairing: Modern!Surgeon!Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warning: description of pulling out stitches, fluff

Summary: Injures heal differently. Yours do slow, but you don't mind

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The week goes by and your stitching heals. Today the thread will be pulled out. “Doc, can’t you let me go to sleep?” Aemond chuckled at your words. “The area around it will be numbed. You won’t feel a thing. Sara is a very competent surgeon. She will do a fine job.”

I nod, not really sure. His student came rushing in. She had a notebook under her arm and looked out of breath. “Sorry, doctor. The last surgery was a bit longer than anticipated.” Aemond stood next to me, unmoving. He nodded over to a table with utensils. “Begin.” The student nodded.

She cleaned the area before she applied a numbing cream. “We will wait now for a minute and then I will touch part of the area and you tell me if you feel anything.” You nod. A minute goes by and Sara touches your skin. “Do you feel anything?” I shake my head.

Sara takes the scissors and goes to work. You turn away, closing your eyes and taking Aemond’s hand. He momentarily looks down at you. Shocked about your reaction. He squeezes your hand and turns back to his top student. She was already finishing pulling out the thread. “Finished!” She declared proudly as she dressed the wound. Aemond nodded, taking notes. “You can take a break, Sara. Thank you!” She nodded and scurried off.

You were still holding on to his hand and had your eyes closed. “No friend of needles?” You opened your eyes and your eyes widened. “So much, doc. I hate them. And I hated this even if I don’t feel anything. I hate medical stuff in general. I fainted once as we had a day excursion to a doctor in school.”

Aemond smirked. “Well you were very brave now.” You smirked back, “Does this mean I get a sticker or candy?” Aemond threw his head back and laughed. He took deep breaths to calm himself down. “I am sorry. I have neither one of those on hand.” You pout jokingly.

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Aemond came to your room daily. He liked your company. You were funny und not as annoying as his other patients. To be fair his other patients consisted mostly of old, rich men his grandfather knew. And everyone who knew Otto Hightower knew how annoying and arrogant he could be.

Currently he was sitting opposite of you, a chess boar between you. You were good, but Aemond had tricks up his sleeve. But he was debating to let you win. “I think you are rubbing off on me.” You laid your head to the side and looked quizzically at him. “How so?”

Aemond sighted, “I told my student, Sara, she did a good job. I have never done that before. Her look spoke volumes. And I greeted a lot of staff I normally don’t greet.” Your eyes widened. “Oh. My. Gods! I tamed the Dragon Prince!” Aemond was confused, “Dragon Prince?” My eyes widen. So it was a nurse internal rumour. Oops. “There is a rumour going around the nurses station you have a dragon tattoo hidden under your scrubs.”

Aemond’s eyes widen. He became a little defensive. “How did you pick that up even if you don’t work here?” You smirked and made jazz hands. “Magic!” Aemond chuckled. “So is it true?” Aemond just shrugged. “Checkmate!” You groaned, “I want another game! You play unfairly!” The tall doctor just smirked.

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[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Kurt Kunkle (4/4)

Word count ; 4.2k

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*Sorry for being an hour late! Jut woke up. I decided to sleep in today :)

“Are you guys ready?” Jessie hyped from the stage, charismatic, charming, and incredibly sarcastic. 

If Kurt wasn’t as jealous as he was, he would’ve been a fan. What fueled him more was seeing his girlfriend in the audience, near the front. She was adamantly watching. Kurt had his stream up. He only glanced at his reflection, and he had to admit, the car crash did a number on him. He had a bash in his skull and she blood dribbling from his mouth. His left eye was black and bruised. His shirt was torn. Even Kurt knew he looked unhinged.

Jessie did her mantra, and it irked the man. He was somewhat dazed, fingers twitching as he waited. He wanted it to be a spectacle. For Jessie to drop dead at the end of her show and to have Y/n flock to him for comfort the minute he saw him. It was just so unfair for Jessie Adams to have everything. The fame, the shows, the love of his life.

“All eyes on me. I want to be seen,” Kurt giggled.

He notice this chat was calling him a psycho. Delusional. Insane. It was funny, because he was the victim in the situation.

“Great. Get your phones out like we do every time. This is our favorite part, right?”

Kurt couldn’t help but pull his phone closer to his face, even though the overhead light blinded the camera. He pulled the gun to the stream, showing it off.

Jessie was prancing around on stage. She wasn’t even telling jokes anymore. It irked him that she was a ‘comedian.’ The woman was stalling. She completely lacked talent. How did Kurt just now blow up, after ten years of hard work, but Jessie squired thousands. In a matter of a few years?

Kurt’s gaze flitted back to the camera. He received a donation. ‘I made a Kurt Pepe to celebrate his survival.’ He didn’t say anything, though, returning his attention to the gig.

“So, if you follow me on social media, you probably know me and my girlfriend had to put some skeezy bozo, the driver included, in their places during a Spree ride today. The bozo, though, was all like ‘Come on, girl, give me a smile.’ Ugh, I mean, that’s not breaking news to any woman in this room. We go through this shit every day.” Some woman cheered from the audience in support of this statement. “What really grinder our gears was the slurs. I have to applaud him, though. It’s not every day a guy ticks all three boxes : I mean, any girl would be lucky to have him. Racist, misogynist, and homophobic?”

“Fuck that guy!”

“Right? Fuck that guy,” Jessie hollered. “He was a date-rape drug in person. And I was angry at this guy, but then I got sad. Because of the driver. The Spree driver.” Kurt turned the camera back to him. He was baffled. Maybe Y/n did have a point in their call earlier. “First of all, he was hitting on my girlfriend - and terribly, might I add - since they were real life friends. But second, he was like, ‘how’d you get suck a big following? We should share tips.’”

Kurt felt numb and angry at the same time. She was making a complete mockery of him. He raised the gun, his hands trembling. His patience had been tested all day. Oh, it was hard not to pull the trigger.

“And then he was kind of, like, soft begging, like,’ Oh, please, lord, tag me.’ And it was so sad and pathetic. And…” Jessie’s expression completely changed. Kurt was taken aback. “It was just like me.” That made Kurt pause. He finally started listening to what she was saying. Deeply. “I went to my granny’s house after with my girlfriend. My… my safe place, like my pre-show sanctuary. And I could not shake that ride. Like, I was so pissed. And I was thinking about that guy, and that ‘please tag me’ energy. And I was like,’ ugh god, that was pure me.’ Like, he was me. I’ve done that shit before. 

“And then I just, like, reckoned with myself. For the last two years, I’ve been saying,’ All eyes on me.’ Now I finally have what I want, and I am creeped the fuck out. I’m serious. It’s like, whether you have twenty-million followers or twenty follower, we’re all being watched and judged and hated. And you love it, you love it. You need it. You’re all addicted to it.”

Kurt completely zoned out. This horrible, unfair woman… was right. For years, he had been trying to get the girl. But was the answer in front of him all along? Did he just… have to put down the camera —?

No. This woman knew he’d be watching. But he couldn’t deter himself now. How tens of thousands of followers he’d now acquired made the difference. He was making a difference. And at the end of the night, he’d get that girl. No doubt was in his mind.

“…And that’s why, when I wake up tomorrow, I’m going cold turkey. No more social media for me.” Kurt was stunned. She couldn’t be serious. Nobody could live without it. Not Kurt, not Y/n, and certainly not the woman who made a career of it. Kurt’s hands were trembling. He had to shoot. He needed to shoot.

“Okay! All eyes on this, bitch!”

That was all Kurt needed. It was like a lightbulb went off. He couldn’t do it here. Not now. He had to get Y/n and Jessie Adams alone. He had enough eyes on him to commit the deed. He was considering it as a… subscriber-only special.

And so, he darted out of the room to continue with his plan B.

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Spree was down. Because of a murderous Spree driver. I was almost relieved our Spree Social was with Kurt and a total asshole. It could have been us that were victims. So, instead, Miles rang up a GoGo. I knew what Jessie was doing; she was a lesbian flirting with a man. But, apparently Miles was too obsessed with her to realize that we weren’t just setting up for a threesome.

“It’s a white coupe!” Miles informed, flashing a sloven grin. 

Jessie wrapped her arm around my shoulders her fake smile dropping in a flash. Miles was called over by some ‘bro’s, but that was enough for us to make our mighty escape. We exited through the back and dashed up to the white coupe. Miles calling out to us from the outside.

I slipped inside, and slammed the door. The window was down, so as Jessie exclaimed,” Drive, drive, drive!”, she flashed a middle finger out the window.

I laughed loudly, a little tipsy from drinking all night. Jessie was also drunk, but she was better at hiding it. If anything, her mind was clearer after a few beers. I leaned against the window, a grin permanently glued to my face as the driver took off. 

“God, at least he can’t spam me anymore, seeing as I broke my fucking phone,” Jessie sighed, leaning against the headrest. She was already on the verge of dozing off, but since we were going to her place, it wouldn’t be worth napping.

I nudged her playfully, and she reached over, intertwining our fingers. The city was dark and the roads were vacant. Jessie suddenly spoke up, incredibly alert,” Wait, what address did he give you?”

“Three-seventy-five south Hobart.”

“Okay, good.”

“Good.”

My heart froze. Maybe I was just drunk, but I leaned into the front, peering at the driver incredulously. I was… terrified when I saw the driver was Kurt. It may have been dark, but his jawline and dampened bangs were instantly recognizable. He glanced at me, flashing me a smile. I instantly withdrew into the back, blinking in surprise.

“Kurt?”

“The one and only.”

“H - how…”

“It’s my job, Y/n.”

“Wait, Kurt - oh, my god. Are you stalking her —“

“Yeah, you literally work for Spree —“

“Well, I’m sorry I’m not a super famous comedian and I have to work two jobs to pay the bills,” he suddenly snapped. He glared at us in the rear view mirror, and a pang of guilt hit me. But, although he was still displeased, he returned his gaze to the road. An awkward silence fell over us.

“I’m about to pass out. Fuck, I’m stressed.”

Shivers rolled down my spine. Kurt had made me incredibly alert now, but Jessie was clearly winded from the show. I let her lean her head down. I stared out at the passing traffic, hand on my chest to calm my pounding heart.

“Jessie,” Kurt suddenly spoke up, an eerie smile on his face,” I liked your set tonight. It was… it was inspirational.”

That was what made Jessie alert. She didn’t have her seatbelt on, so she scooted closer to me. She had a deathly grip on my hand. I squeezed it, as a silent ‘everything will be okay.’

“You saw it?”

“Hell yeah. I was there. It was awesome. Jessie, I think you’re actually a genius.”

“Thanks man. Uh… don’t take what I said to heart. If anything, take it as a compliment. I, uh, broke my phone for you…”

“I’m so glad you didn’t take that water bottle earlier. That would have been…”

“Why, Kurt?”

My question fell on deaf ears. Jessie was fading, and Kurt was selective with his hearing. I didn’t like that he chose not to answer it. “You know, Jessie, when you were talking up there, I realized inside of me, it was like this activator. And it, like… whoa, all of a sudden, the things that you were saying, I realized they were in my head, but I just had not thought them yet.”

“Okay… cool.”

I pulled my dead phone from my pocket. “Um, Kurt, do you have a phone charger in here?”

Kurt glanced at me, and I noticed something was dripping from his hair. He turned back before I could recognize it, though. “Um, nope. I need to charge my phone for work.”

“My phone’s dead. If I could use it for just a minute —“

“No.”

Ouch. Maybe he was holding a grudge from earlier. But something was off. Jessie was doing her darndest to stay awake, and somehow, she asked the fundamental question :

“Why are we going east? We need to be going west.”

“You know what I’m all about now, Jessie? I’m all about love. That was the fundamental issue me and Y/n had. But I’m a man of love, now.” It was like I wasn’t even in the car. Jessie was petrified, and Kurt was motioning like a madman, grinning ear to ear.

“You can just… just pull over here and let us out —“

“Okay, just listen to me,” Kurt interrupted. “It’s good for you to hear this before you die. Love is more powerful than anything.”

We both fell silent. I clung to the woman, petrified. 

“Love is seriously the way to go. I mean, I’ve been in love with Y/n for years, but I just wasn’t showing it the right way. Imagine how happy she’d be from the audience growth I’ve had. And the audience growth we’d have for a leaked sex tape! I mean, having sex. We’re beyond having sex at that point. We’re, like, making love!”

“Where are we going, Kurt?” I squeaked fearfully, tears threatening to fall.

“Oh! I’m taking you home,” he said, confused. He turned completely, and I could see that what stained his face was blood. It glimmered in the street light.

“This is not the way to my fucking house, Kurt!” Jessie shrieked, having lost her temper once again. Understandably so, because the man was a maniac. And I felt guilty for creating it.

“Oh,” he sighed. “Not your home. My home.” He turned, looking at me again. His face was stone cold serious, and I couldn’t help but squeal quietly. 

“My home.”

Jessie, with flared nostrils, turned to look at me and I at her. The reality of the situation was setting in. Kurt was a fucking psycho. And we were going to die. And probably get raped first. For content.

This wasn’t the Kurt I knew. Or had he always been this way?

We continued driving in silence. Kurt turned into a deserted neighborhood, dark and dismal, but I knew the streets well. We were close to his home. Jessie pulled away, quietly shuffling through her purse. She withdrew a phone cord, wrapping her hands in it. Kurt was humming to himself.

I recognized the song. It was our favorite in high school. I knew it well.

 Grunting, Jessie suddenly pulled the phone cord over Kurt’s head and around his neck. Kurt kept one hand on the steering wheel as the car swerved, the other going to tug at the strong cord. I was left to sit back, not wanting to compromise Jessie’s plan in the slightest. Kurt was struggling, and struggling badly.

He was gasping for breath, finally releasing the wheel. His foot was slamming on the breaks, and that caused my head to skyrocket against the window. My vision went blurry and I lost control of my body as we swerved onto Kurt’s front lawn. 

Kurt finally shook himself free, and Jessie fell back, screaming. I took my foot up and went to kick his red face. He took it, but at the same time, caught my foot. I screamed trying to pull back. However, he tugged on it, maiming me in the backseat.

He undid his seatbelt with his free hand. He looked pained as I swatted at his leering body. He grabbed me by hair and bashed my head into the window. It didn’t knock me out completely, but I was winded. I didn’t have enough strength to stop him as he surely attacked Jessie the same.

Silence fell over the car, except for the ringing in my ears. And that’s when I felt Jessie’s side of the car open. I glanced over, fingers twitching, as I watched her body fall out the car. Kurt was paying me no mind, talking to his stream, as he hoisted Jessie up and started dragging her to the middle of the field.

This was the time to escape. Y/n, please, wake the fuck up.

I sat up abruptly, screeching out of terror when I saw that Kurt had dragged Jessie’s body into the middle of the field. He was waving a gun in one arm, and a phone in the other. I must not have alerted him. 

I tried opening the door, but then I noticed a certain red light on the handle : the child’s lock was on. I stomped my foot and began attempting to climb into the front. I noticed, though, that this drew Kurt’s attention back to me. He began walking over to the car, but I noticed Jessie twitching from behind him.

Good.

I was half in the front seat. He was almost there, but in a last ditch effort to save my skin, I reached over and locked the driver’s side door. Kurt, with a pouting expression banged on the window. I flinched, trying to push myself up further.

“Y/n, unlock the door. You’re acting irrational.”

“Me?” I shrieked, banging on the window back. “You’r the one fucking killing people, Kurt!”

I kicked, pushing three-fourths of my body into the front. Kurt, with a strained face, was now slamming the back of his gun into the window. And yet, just as I clambered into the front seat, a shot was fired.

But not at me.

I covered my head instinctually. Silence fell, but then I heard roaring laughter and an ‘oops!’

I looked up, trying to reposition myself. But, as I looked up, I realized what he’d shot. Jessie.

A scream bubbled but could not escape. I was frozen, even when another gunshot fired. It was muted, probably due to the silencer clipped on the front. Tears were streaming down my face. I suddenly flinched, though, my gaze flitting away from Jessie’s corpse as glass shattered on me.

Before I could react to the shattered window, though, Kurt reached in and unlocked the door. I tried scrambling to the other side, but as my body turned, he grabbed my ankle and dragged me out. My head hit the step on the way, and the ringing got louder.

I felt the world underneath me move. I heard vague, enthused chatter as two warm arms hooked under mine and pulled me off the ground. I couldn’t will my eyes to open, but I also wouldn’t allow myself to pass out. Jessie had died fighting for her life because of my friend. The least I could do was escape, too.

I felt grunting as I was hoisted over a back. Footsteps ensued, and I couldn’t help but bury my blood-stained face in the crook of Kurt’s neck. I was aware of what was going on around me. I just couldn’t move my body in the slightest. 

A door opened. I assumed we were entering his house. I was in so much pain. And yet, Kurt was still humming our song. He was stronger than I ever gave him credit for. But that was beside the point.

I was dropped on a cushioned area. The couch, I think. My head lulled back instinctually, and I tried to tune into the one-sided conversation. Fingers poked and prodded at my face gleefully.

“…Now, I see you certain psychos in the chat begging for me to kill her,” Kurt chirped. “Sorry, not happening anytime soon. Right now, I’m thinking about finishing off dad and then getting the fuck out with her. You guys might not have a stream from us in a while, on account of escaping the police. That’s tough luck you know?

“But god, just look at her. All sound asleep… I should clean her off a bit before we get going.”

Kurt pulled away, but just then, I heard a manic, deep cry. I muttered under my breath, finally having feeling return to my twitching body. Chris’s voice rang out. 

“Kurt…! Did you do this to your mother? Who did this?”

I heard him adjust his gun. “Sorry, dad. I just had to get her out of the way. I’m going to make this quick because Y/n and I are heading out soon. I’m thinking Nevada. I don’t want to be too far away from home, after all —“

“What the fuck are you talking about, man? Just put the gun down. We can talk about this —“

“We had an entire fucking lifetime to talk about it! We had tonight!” Kurt was pissed. I knew he always hated his father, and rightfully so. But nobody deserved to die in this situation. “But no-o-o, you cared more about your shitty soundtracks and drugs and alcohol. I’m done wasting my time being unhappy, I’m done wasting my time on you and mom!”

“Kurt, please… just think rationally. What would Y/n think —?”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Just like that, it was like I had found life. But instead of immediately springing to my feet, I remained still, with my eyes closed. I heard blood splatter across the walls, and some even hit me. I heard Kurt laugh, satisfied.

“Wow! That was easier than I thought it would be. He didn’t even put up a fight. You’d think a selfish asshole like him would.”

He thudded back over to me, gripping my cheek and tilting my head up. I assumed his phone was in close proximity of my face. “Isn’t she cute, chat? I can’t believe some of you wanted her dead. I stole this wedding ring from mom. I plan on proposing when she wakes up, just to show you guys how much we love each other.”

His words made me sick to my stomach. Kurt had lost it. I scanned my brain for signs. When? How? Why? I couldn’t believe he’d always been this way. Maybe the change was so slow that I never could’ve called it. But I should’ve. Because lives would’ve been saved if I spotted the insanity sooner.

“Welp, let me give you guys a house tour while I pack.”

I heard him stomp away. The house became silent, except for Kurt’s distant, cheerful chatter. That was my queue. I hopped to my feet as quietly as I could, stabilizing myself. I’d taken too many blows and had sustained a limp. My face felt sweaty, but I knew better. It was caked blood.

I sent one glance over my shoulder, which confirmed that Chris had bled out right beside Kurt’s pale and deceased mother. I wanted to throw up on the spot, but I knew this was my chance to escape and call for help. I limped over to the front door, which had been left wide open. 

I almost laughed as I passed through the door frame. But it was all for nought, as Kurt’s shout of surprise echoed the living room behind me. That was enough to send me running, even though a jolt went through my body with every step.

Kurt’s house was in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. However, as I got closer to the road, preparing to scream, my leg caved. I let out a scream, but it was from pain. My leg had finally caved, and I facepalmed in the dirt. My immediate reaction was to claw myself back onto my feet and keep screaming, but a body tackled mine.

I let out voice-cracking sobs from the pain. I definitely twisted an ankle and got a concussion at the minimum. However, as a hand covered my mouth, I could only hear some loud hushes emitting from the psycho straddling me from behind.

“Calm down, Y/n. You’re safe now. Stop being so silly,” he comforted, pressing something metallic to my hair as he ran his fingers through it. His fingers were slimy and wet. I released mangled sobs into his hand.

His weight lifted off me for but a moment, and I was flipped onto my back. Even with a streetlamp shining on us, there were still black pots in my vision. I blinked furiously, finally being met with Kurt’s manic expression. He was so happy.  He shouldn’t have been. I didn’t see anything on his features betray anything else. He loomed over me, like a predator and prey.

“There we go. Nice and calm. This is how things are supposed to be, right, Y/n? Things are supposed to be fair. And now they are.” There was a hunger present in his eyes. He leaned closer, andI felt his breath fan across my face. “Now, I’m going to remove my hand and you’re going to be calm. Otherwise, I’ll have to knock you out. And that’s not how I want our first kiss to go, you know?”

My blood ran cold, but I resigned myself to what would happen next. I nodded.

He removed his hand, and I opened my mouth. He was on edge, preparing to hit me with the butt of the pistol. Instead, I meekly croaked,” Kurt, stop.”

He completely blanked before tilting his head in confusion. “What’s wrong, Y/n? Stop what? Do you need a shower? Oh - are you hungry —“

“Kurt! This is insane. You’re insane,” I sobbed. “I can’t believe I used to have a crush on you. If only I knew what you were really like.”

Kurt’s brows furrowed, and I almost laughed. Of course he was that stupid to have never known. He was too obsessed and demented. The way he must see the world…

“You… used to have a crush? On me? When?”

I snickered. “Like, tenth grade. Back when you used to be a good person. Honestly, Kurt, just fucking kill me. I’m tired. I’m hurting. I’m sad and everything bad. If you like me so much, just end it for me.”

Kurt frowned, once again stroking my hair with gun in hand. I tilt my head away over so slightly, making him twitch in dissatisfaction. “Well… if you really don’t like social media that much… we’ll go off the grid. A road trip. Just you and me. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

He’d twisted my words to his own satisfaction. He never listened. I couldn’t help but resign myself to what happened next. He crashed his pistol into the side of my head, and it all went blank.

[allthenamesithinkofaretaken]

There Was an Attempt:

Mornings

Requested by: @blackkillerbunnysstuff, they wanted to see Muerte being affectionate

Includes a 'Morning After' (hope you don’t mind) and really just some domestic fluff + goodbyes from me.

Also we got??? A Chihuahua???? I don't know it's so smol and it's 2 months old 😭

The morning light seeped through the light curtains of her room, casting a warm glow on the surface of the bed. There were already the sounds of children playing outside, squealing and giggling as they played a game of tag. They’d left a window open, it seemed, as the breeze blew past and sent the smell of baked pastry from the bakery nearby. Muerte’s nose twitched at the smell, huffing out as his eyes fluttered open to the bright morning light, the warmth of (Y/n)’s body snuggling closer to him bringing his attention down to her.

A breath escapes him, reaching up to lightly trace patterns against the bruising love bites he had left on her neck the night before, unable to help the light laugh that escapes him when she tilts her head to the part of her neck he had touched.

He didn’t know she was that ticklish.

“You got to stop,” (Y/n)’s voice broke through the silence of the room, groggy as she presses her face further into the fur of his chest, slapping away his hand that threatened to inch closer to her ticklish spot. “Muerte, I swear, let me sleep.”

“It’s already 8 in the morning,” he glanced out the window, propping his head up by his hand, elbow against the pillow beneath.

“And you kept me up until 3 am, so I deserve at least…” she paused, and he snickered at the pinch of her brow as she seemed to fade out in her thoughts before going back. “... 3 more hours of sleep.”

“What if I pull you up and dump you in cold water?”

She didn’t need to look at him to see the mischievous grin displayed on his lips, a low whine pushing past her as she buried her face on her pillow instead. “I hate you.”

“Funny,” he huffed, “I remember you screaming something else last nigh—”

“—Hey!” She playfully swatted at his chest, and he fell on his back with a laugh, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her up to him, letting her lay on his chest as their loud laughter died down to low chuckles and giggles.

“I still don’t believe I’m not crushing you with my weight.”

He snakes an arm around her, her skin tingling at the way he brushes the tip of his fingers against her warm skin. “I’m fine, mi Estrella,” he sighed. “Now I thought you said we were going to sleep for three more hours?”

“And I thought you wanted to get up?” She grinned, running her fingers through the soft fur on his chest whilst his hands mindlessly rubbed at her scalp, the sleepiness from before making it known with a yawn stretching her lips.

“I can be bribed with waffles later?”

“Deal.”

---

“Do you need eggs?”

“Yeah, just put them there,” she points to the empty bowl on the counter then resuming wiping down the last plate to wash, putting it away on the rack before helping Muerte with making breakfast.

While he was handling making the waffle batter, she was cracking the eggs over the frying pan, the sound of popping oil filling the room, as well as the scent of bacon and eggs.

“We don’t really have anything on the agenda today, huh?” she looked out the window, their plates of breakfast in hand just as Muerte finishes setting up the table, spotting the streets of Far Far Away be as busy as always. “Other than the usual, of course.”

Muerte lifts a cup of tea up to his lips, humming at the taste as she places his food in front of him, giving her a quick peck on the cheek as she takes a seat beside him.

“And other than you having to be Death and whatnot,” she takes a bite of their food, humming at the taste. “I might pay a visit to Perrito later though, he said he wanted to introduce me to his friend Donkey?”

Muerte huffed, “Don’t,” he takes a mouthful of food, and she arches a brow of confusion. With the food in his mouth, he could only shake his head, his next words muffled as he spoke. “Just don’t.”

“You know I can’t leave Perrito like that,”

“Then send him a letter like you always do.”

When they had finished with breakfast, Muerte was first to take their plates to the sink, turning the faucet on as she walked up beside him with a brow arched.

“You seem very helpful today?” She takes the plates he had rinsed from his hands, “You know, not that you usually aren’t, but today feels different?”

“Can I not just help mi Estrella out?” He places a kiss on her forehead before resuming with helping her with washing the plates, with him rinsing them whilst she takes care of scrubbing it with soap.

After placing the plates on the drying rack for a while, Muerte takes her by the waist, pulling her in an embrace as he rests his chin on the top of her head, hearing her muffled laugh from beneath him as she wraps her entire arms around him.

“Really, Muerte, what is going on?” She said in between the fits of giggles as Muerte began to sway them both, humming a familiar tune as the one they had danced to that night. “If you don’t want me to meet with Perrito for some unknown reason then fine, maybe I’ll stay.”

“It’s not Perrito I’m concerned about,” he grumbled, pulling apart from her, not really giving her any more context as to what he said. “I just…”

“I love you, alright?” He finally spoke, and the words tore through her heart and made her stomach explode with the most euphoric feeling she’s ever felt. She didn’t even realize how concerned he had gotten from the way she just looked up at him, unmoving, eyes wide and lips lightly parted. She couldn’t hold back the tears that invaded her eyes, and his concern faded at the joyous sound that left her lips as she tackled him with a hug. His back hitting the counter with a pained ‘oof’.

“I’m sorry!” She gasped, retreating her arms back and raising it above her head. “I’m sorry, I got way too excited and—” her words fell into fits of overjoyed laughter, a hand coming up to wipe away the happy tears from the edges of her eyes. “I love you too.”

He pulls her to him, leaning down and letting her lips press against his own, her arms wrapping around his neck while his hands hold her by the waist, turning and hoisting her up so she could sit on the counter.

She pulled back, leaning her head against his shoulder as he basked in the warmth of her embrace.

But like all the things that start, they eventually had to end. Pulling away from their embrace, Muerte gave her a kiss on the forehead, (Y/n) sighing as she leaned into the hand that cupped her cheek.

“Do you really have to go?”

“You know I do, mi Estrella,” he sighs. “But I promise, I’ll get back to you as fast as I can.”

She presses one last peck on his lips, smiling as she brushes away a few specks of dust on his poncho.

“I’ll be here waiting.”

(Aaaand that’s a wrap! I love you guys by the way. Thank you for staying with me up until here and I know this isn’t the end and I’m making it seem like it is, but it isn’t. I will be back. I can’t believe I wrote so many for our Immortal! Reader and Muerte after doing one on a whim one night, and I didn't expect you guys to like it as much as you did. Again, thank you! And I’ll see you soon! Don't know if you guys will notice but I ended this the same way I ended the first ever chapter of TWaA)