#oh hell yeah they do very sibling-y stuff

[silencesscreams]

i can see you

james potter x best friends sister!reader (smut)

summary: james develops a strange feeling for sirius’ sister (reader) when she comes to london once her job required her to move. he first off thought she was a shitty person, an awful one with an awfully pretty face. so when sirius offers for her to stay in their loft until she finds an apartment, he decides he’s going to make her want to get out of there as fast as possible, until he wants her to stay more than anything in this whole world.

a/n: omg im so sorry this took so long, i tried my best w this one. also, english isn’t my first language so sorry for any mistakes. inspired by i can see you - taylor swift

warnings: mdni. smut with plot, afab!reader, use of she/her pronouns in reference to reader, use of y/n (I AM SORRY), afab!reader, being shorter than james, muggle & modern day!au, chef!peter, ships included (dorlene, marylily, wolfstar), swearing, cuddling, mentions of alcohol and drinking, a lot of physical touch, kind of public??, kissing, praise, v soft dom!james, fingering, oral (m receiving), light choking, size kink??, penetration, unprotected (don’t do this please), overstimulation

for the past two years, you started to have weekly calls with your brother, to update him on your life and know what’s happening on his.

you got transferred to london because of your job, you couldn’t find any apartments online and you were supposed to move the other week, being really desperate you told him about it, hoping he knew a real estate agent or something like that, but you were incredibly caught by surprise with his answer.

“thats such nonsense, you should just stay in my empty room until you find another place.” sirius said, his phone on speaker as he made a sandwich in the kitchen. james eyed him with a confused look on his face, but sirius decided to ignore it.

“really?” you ask, hopeful, you really could take a break from looking for apartments.

“of course. i mean, remus has practically moved into my room, so we just need to take some stuff of his out, but yeah, its no big deal.” james couldn’t help but look at him like he was crazy, remus’ room was right next to his, hell, remus’ room had a bathroom adjoined to his. james was starting to feel faint.

as soon as sirius got off the phone with you, he started blabbing.

“what the fuck, sirius?!” james said loudly, sirius sighed, putting his sandwich harshly on the plate.

“what now? i’m really just trying to eat here”

“your sister? really?” he looked like he was about to faint.

“she’ll pitch in on the rent, don’t worry about that” your brother tried to get him calm.

“oh please, i dont care about that! you know how i feel about sharing spaces” he was getting stressed, he couldn’t help it. “and you know how i feel about your family, i have been telling you to be more careful these past years but you don’t listen at all!”

it really had to be remus’s room? couldn’t peter just switch rooms and lend her his instead?

“she’s not like my parents, and neither is regulus, they didn’t do anything” sirius paused, “do your best friend a favor, will you?” and he knew he was going to.

“she’s not messy or nosy or anything like that, right?” james asked, giving into it fully.

“please, shes a cleaning freak, she’s worse than my mother” he paused. “that’s an exaggeration but she’s not messy at all, i swear. you wont even notice she’s around.” james doubted that, but he knew how much sirius missed his siblings, and he knew how fond sirius was of you.

james swore to himself he was going to get you to leave either way, he didn’t want you there and he didn’t care if he had to pay more rent because of it. he didn’t like you, he never did. even in school, before the whole sirius moving out thing, he felt weird around you. and he remembered that feeling very well, even if it was many years before, he didn’t feel like he could forget.

-

your moving truck arrived at the building a few hours before you, but when you got there, sirius had already arranged your furniture, which did make you a bit emotional. he had even bought a toothbrush, carefully arranging it in the right side of the cabinet, the side that pointed towards the door of the bathroom that led to your room.

the boys came to pick you up at the train station, you recognized them from sirius’ social media. they were everywhere.

you were extremely confused on why all of them had come and pick you up, you were hoping to see your brother standing awkwardly, instead he was there with all of his roommates. you felt like you were a teenage girl again, trying to talk to your brother during lunch, but his friends were always around.

you recognized remus from the photos he sent you, and peter was always on the background of your calls with him baking something.

and then there was james.

james potter. you didn’t know how to feel about him anymore. when your brother first introduced you, you found him attractive, but then you hated him.

when your brother ran away to his home you couldn’t help but hate him.

sure, your house wasn’t the best place in the world, but he took away your older brother, how were you supposed to feel?

as time passed you started to tolerate his presence. now you really don’t care about him, but he sure looked better than he usually did many years before.

-

you felt like you could kill him.

after living with james for a month you found him obnoxious, rude, annoying and a few other things you were too lazy to mention.

but the thing you hated the most was how invasive he could be.

you barged into his room, he was laying there, crumbs all over his red shirt.

"you should learn how to knock" he rolled his eyes when he said it, your brows furrowed.

"you ate my brownies." you had baked a few because it was bring your kid to work day and you were in charge of the snacks.

“they were really good, i thought peter made them” james paused. “he runs a restaurant downtown, you know, he’s always baking and-“

“i’m gonna have to make a whole new batch. you ate like ten of them.” you were about to get a really bad headache depending on his answer.

“i told you, they were really good.”

if you were in a cartoon you would’ve turned red and there would be smoke coming out of your nostrils and your ears. you had no comment.

you hated when he did that, just compliment you so you couldn’t really hate him that much anymore.

he used your shampoo, but it smelled really nice.

he ate your leftovers, but you really know how to order chinese food.

he even wore one of your biggest shirts you bought when you were in college because you were too lazy to buy pajamas and suddenly that shirt was really nice, because, sure, james potter actually listened to avril lavigne.

he shrunk one of your favorite sundresses, you almost cried that day and he never even apologized.

the list went on and on, and somehow, every compliment of his sounded like he was taunting you, making fun of you right in front of your face and all you could ever do was thank him.

maybe that’s just how you were, polite no matter what. but you sure didn’t want to be polite to james that day.

“no, you don’t get to do that” you felt like you were being crazy.

“what do you mean?” he chuckled. he so did not chuckle.

“you don’t get to compliment me! that doesn’t bring my brownies back!” the word brownie sure sounded stupid in that moment.

“i’ll bake more for you, but they’ll suck, you know that” he actually sat on the bed to argue, how kind of him.

“the kids will probably die if they eat your brownies.”

“you’re feeding children? where do you even work?” he looked so confused and you kept getting angrier.

“do i really look like the kind of person who would eat a hundred billion thousand brownies? god, james, why can’t you just not touch my shit?”

“that’s not even a real number and there were a lot of them! i thought it wouldn’t make a difference!”

“it wouldn’t, if you had eaten one or two, but you ate half of them!”

“oh please, lets put it to a maximum of 25%, alright?” you felt like you were going absolutely insane. he was probably going to get you in a mental hospital and you’d be walking around, looking half dead, murmuring ‘brownies brownies brownies, i want my brownies back’.

you decided to just give up, slamming the door the hardest you could while heading out.

-

as halloween came around, the bickering with james stopped, you didn’t quite know if it was because of the season or you just got used to each other, but you didn’t mind it much. he could be very exhausting when upset, and you were sure you could too.

you loved fall, maybe it was that you were in a great mood. pumpkin flavored stuff, candles and everything else included.

on the day before halloween, you woke up early, you had to go apartment hunting and once you got back you would try and help peter make deserts. even though your ghost shaped cookies look like very sick jellyfish, you wanted to help. it was the most you could do, you weren’t paying rent, sirius wouldn’t let you. and they were going to throw a party on the next day so you wanted to help them get everything settled.

when you got home you were so incredibly tired, you had spent all day out and it was already 9pm. you had to walk so much you felt like you were your feet would fall off because they were used more on that day than they were your entire life. you were more upset you didn’t get to help with the food though, the pain didn’t really matter that much compared to that.

you just wanted to lay on your bed, put your feet up and-

giggles.

there were giggles coming from your room.

and then you remembered it, the neighbors, a few girls that went to the same school as you and were very good friends with your brother were staying over. a big slumber party of some sort, you and james were sleeping in the living room, because, of course, the four girls formed two couples and they would sleep together separately. no actual bed for you tonight! you really liked them though, so you couldn’t complain.

you knocked on the door to your own room and marlene opened it, cheeks flushed, and you could see dorcas on your bed, doing something on her phone.

“hi, lene” you decided to call her that because sirius called her that, it was cute. “sorry for bothering you both, i just wanted to get my pillow, my blanket and change real quick”

“oh sure, come in” she opened the door and you went straight for the drawer under the bed, grabbing a light green heavy one, you usually used that on winter but it was a cold night and you didn’t really want to bother them by taking your usual one from off the bed.

you never changed clothes so fast, tossing them in the laundry bin along with a shit ton of james’ shirts that were on his side of the sink.

“thank you, have a nice night”

you sighed while going to the living room, to find james sitting on the armchair, shirtless and wearing sweatpants, drinking a beer and watching that 70s show (again). you decided to ignore how good he looked and just get some rest because you really didn’t want go think about james in that moment, or ever as a matter of fact.

you lay down on the couch and throw the blanket over your head.

“you know what bums me out about this show?” james says abruptly, like you would really like to know. you grunt, waiting for his answer. “they really didn’t know when to stop it, its only good until what? season-“

“james, im really tired, i just wanna get some rest, please” you get out from under the covers to say that, so he ignores it fully.

“how did apartment hunting go?” he asks, pausing the episode and asking alexa to turn on some playlist with songs a sad dad would listen to.

“shitty, theres not one good place up for rent in this city, its actually sick”

“yeah, thats tough” he pauses for a brief moment “come here” he said, patting his knee. was he asking you to sit on his lap? was he going fucking crazy?

“i’m sorry, what?�� you were so confused, since when was he like that to you?

“get up, sit here with me a little.” were you dreaming? was this one of those weird wet dreams you had in high school?

“james, i’m really tired, my back hurts and i really want to lay-“

“i’ll give you a massage, it’s whatever” he answered, a sad puppy look on his face.

you gave in. you walked over to him and sat on the arm of the chair, but he pulled you onto his lap.

“i need to be close to you, if i’m not it’s really awkward and uncomfortable.” some song you didn’t know was playing.

it was slow and sounded old, you didn’t recognize it.

“james come on, im really tired.” you say, smiling though, you didn’t know why he was doing this. he must’ve had an awfully good day.

“just for a bit.” why were his hands on your waist? why were you nervous. you nodded, you felt that if you opened your mouth to speak, nothing would come out.

you could feel his breathing on your neck, his hands roaming your waist as he lead them up to your shoulders.

his hands were on the low of your back, under your shirt. that was certainly new, and that was really not a massage, but you weren’t complaining.

you looked back at him, wide eyed, what was he doing?

once you turned your face to look at him, you couldn’t look away anymore.

maybe it was how nice he looked in the paused lighting of the tv, maybe it was how warm he felt, when the weather was so chilly recently, whatever it was, it hooked you.

he was looking straight into your eyes and you felt so open to him, it was weird to see him like this.

you felt like you were back in school being head over heels for your brother's best friend.

you heard keys jingling outside, so you stepped away, leaving him sat by himself wondering what he did wrong. sirius opened the door abruptly, scaring james, who looked at him confused.

“sorry, mate, the door was … hey! is that my instrumental playlist?” james turned a bit pink.

“yeah, I was just...” he looked at you. “forget it.” he turned it off. you were pretending to be unbothered, looking at something on your phone.

you couldn’t quite wrap your mind around what had just happened.

you unfolded the sofa into a bed, getting comfortable on the right side, but then you felt his eyes back on you as sirius went into his own room.

“oh, sorry. do you want the couch? i can sleep on the chair, i don’t really-“

“we can share. don’t worry about it.” you nod at his comment. what had gotten into him? he turned off the lights, leaving the tv on. you were trying to calm down, sleeping in the same place as him, being nervous about it was so silly, but, still, you could feel your heartbeat.

“you wanna pick something?” he interrupted your thoughts, you didn’t want to watch anything. you wanted it to be over as soon as possible.

“no, you can just go back to your thing, i don’t mind it.” you answered. he laid down by your side.

fuck.

you were going to share the damn blanket.

he unpaused the tv, putting the remote on the right arm of the couch, that was your side. his arm went over you, he wrapped his arm around your waist once he went back to his side, though half of it was empty.

was he trying to spoon you? you could feel yourself getting nervous, your body starting to feel hot.

you (stupidly) decided to test his actual intentions with that, turning to your side to see if he’d pull you in, he quickly did.

you could have died right there.

he had never even hugged you before, was he really horny or something? and so you felt it.

‘oh my god.’ you thought to yourself repeatedly.

you felt his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him, which was basically impossible with your ass already glued to his crotch.

you ended up sleeping like that, waking up in the morning to the ‘are you still watching?’ screen.

the day was fine, and you found out you and James had a lot in common, you ended up talking the entire evening, he spent the whole party next to you.

you slept in separate rooms at night, but you still spent a while with him in his room talking about all sorts of things. you never imagined how you and james could be alike. you never imagined how he could be so sweet, funny and nice.

after the fall holidays you and james became closer and closer, when labor day came up you realized how much you liked him and when thanksgiving came around, you realized how you might actually be falling for him.

he didn’t help with that at all. he was always touching you, you even ended up cuddling when you would watch some awful movie in his room.

you never really got if he liked you as a friend or he wanted something more, until christmas.

you carefully placed your gifts under the tree on christmas eve, so in the morning when you saw a little box with your name on it, you were incredibly excited.

everyone was sat on the living room floor, opening gifts. in the little box was an envelope and it was from all of the guys. there was something written in the paper inside but you didn’t want to read it at the moment.

“thanks” you smiled, but you didn’t quite know what it meant.

“we all talked and we want you to put your name on the lease.” sirius said quickly, looking at you anxiously.

“like, actually?” you ask, starting to feel extremely happy because you loved living with them.

“yeah” remus answered, smiling.

“thanks, i really appreciate it.” you couldn’t stop smiling, it felt great to know they wanted you there. james, who was sitting next to you, gave you a one arm hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“so you’re gonna let me pay rent now?” you ask to your brother, smiling.

“i guess so.” he replied. you knew he was happy too. “gonna get you an actual gift though”

they were planning a big christmas party, they invited some people from work, the girls and some other people you didn’t really know, so you were expecting to spend the night with james. you went all out, put on your favorite red dress which was short but still fancy for the event.

once you were ready, half of the party was already there, including all of james’ coworkers and friends. you sat next to him on the couch, they were all there all talking about something from his work you didn’t really understand.

they were all dressed up too, but what shocked you the most was that james was wearing a suit, sure, his necktie was already loose and the buttons on his shirt too, but he looked amazing.

“can i stay with you for the rest of the night? i don’t really know anyone here.” you whispered into his ear, nervous about the answer.

“sure” he nodded. “hey, henry” he called for his coworker that was sitting on the arm of ouch.

“yeah?” the guy answered.

“this is y/n, the friend i was telling you about the other day.” james gestures to you. you can’t help but smile awkwardly and wonder what he said about you.

“oh, hi! pleasure to meet you.” he got up from his chair and shook your hand, smiling at james and nodding. what did that mean?

“pleasure to meet you too.” you smile at him.

“i’m just gonna get some drinks, i’ll ill be right back. do you want something?” james asked you.

“just a soda.” he gets up and heads to the kitchen.

“so, tell me, how are your brownies?” henry jokes, you look at him confused.

“good, i guess, but thats a biased opinion.” you answer, curious on how he knew about your brownies.

“you know, james talks about you all the time.” he comments, you were sure he already had a few drinks.

“really? what does he say?”

“when you first moved in he hated you, you know? he always said it was fun to make you mad and all. but since october he’s been so nice when he talks about you, i personally think he fancies you, but i wouldn’t know. i don’t think he’d tell me if he did, specially because you’re his friends sister and all.” he was rambling but you really enjoyed the part he said about james seeing you as more than a friend, you enjoyed it so much you didn’t even pay attention to what he said after that.

“i doubt it, we just turned into good friends, that’s all.”

“nah, i think he wants to make you into something else.” henry might’ve just made your entire night with that phrase. you couldn’t hide your smile anymore.

“here’s your soda, a beer for you, henry” james handed the drinks and took a sip of his coke. you sat next to him, holding your soda in both of your hands, looking down at it nervously. “did something happen?” he asked you.

“no, just thinking ‘bout something” you answer, looking into his eyes now. he smiles, wrapping his arm around your waist. that makes you so flustered, you feel your entire body getting warmer and that’s just the start of it.

for the rest of the night, he stayed by your side. his hand resting on your waist, thigh, around your shoulders, wherever he wanted them. you could feel your heart beating in your chest for most of the time. he had never done that before, not in public and surely not like that, not in a sexual manner, at least that’s how you identified it, because one thing was a friendly touch, the other was what he was doing.

he made you feel needy, aching for more - he was making you want him.

did he notice? did he ever even perceive how he made you feel? how could he not?

goosebumps covered you once he grazed your thigh for the first time out of five, the fifth was when he finally let his hand stay put there.

it made you feel crazy, it really did.

you didn’t know if he meant it as you took it, but you really hoped he did.

the party was still going around 1am, james had disappeared and you were left sitting on the couch, waiting for him to come back.

you couldn’t stop thinking about him and it made you feel kind of silly. you were a bit disappointed that nothing happened but you sort of expected it. you knew nothing would actually occur, but still, it made you a bit sad. maybe the touch lead you on, but it-

you looked at your phone once it vibrated and you felt the absolute need to scream because of how excited the text made you, but you didn’t.

‘James: come to my room once you read this, please.’

you didn’t think much of it, though you would’ve come if he just asked you to like he normally did.

you finished your drink and knocked on his door. he opened it but didn’t look at you, his eyes were focused on your knees, he looked nervous.he was still wearing his pants and the dress shirt, except it was unbuttoned. shit.

“y/n?” he was looking at you now.

fuck.

“yeah?”

“you look really good tonight.”

“i clean up nice sometimes.” you smile.

“oh please, you always look good” he turned a bit pink once he said it. “and thats a really nice dress” his voice was low when he said it, was he actually hitting on you?

“thank you” you whispered, you couldn’t help but feel anxious as his body got closer to yours.

“you know, i’ve been thinking about something for a while now” he says. you could feel your stomach start to twist and turn because you were so anxious on what he was doing next. you hummed, making sure he would continue what he was saying, but he didn’t.

he just kissed you like it was the easiest thing in the world. he pulled you into his room and closed the door, locking it quickly.

the feeling of his lips on yours was something you craved for a while now, you needed it so much you started to wonder if it was normal for you to need something this much.

you couldn’t stop once it started. his hands were on your hips and you tugged onto his hair desperately.

kissing him is redefining the whole concept of kissing to you, and probably ruining every other sexual experience you could have for the rest of your life.

he pushed you into the door, his hands now on your ass.

“shit” he let out quickly as he stopped kissing you so roughly and started giving you quick pecks. “you have no idea how long i wanted to do this.” you hummed. “you’re so fucking hot, it makes me crazy.” the praise was making your stomach twist again, a wet spot being formed between your legs.

he carried you with your legs around his body and took you to his bed. the same bed you have used to lay down to watch movies, to just gossip or discuss things, to do whatever.

he sat down and kept you on his lap, straddling him, but you needed more. as he kissed you roughly and messily you would casually rock your hips, causing friction. after you did that a few times he laid you down on the bed, telling you to stop being such a tease, he got on top of you, supporting himself with his knees, one of them between your legs, causing friction and making you more aroused.

when he started playing with the strings that held the dress together, you knew you were done for, so you let him undo the bow, kissing your neck. he was messy, sometimes he would bite and it would send bolts of electricity down your spine.

“james…” you let out as he bit you again.

“tell me” he said, trailing his kisses down to your clavicle. “can i take this off too?” he asked, playing with your bra. you nodded but he didn’t move an inch.

“i need to hear you say it. can i take this off?” he was such a fucking tease, it made you go crazy. he loved to hear your voice, he knew you wanted him to take it off, he just liked to hear you say it.

“yes, please” you struggled to hold in a moan once he started sucking on your neck.

“thank you” he answered, looking back to the hickey he gave you. “hmm, that’s gonna leave a mark, sorry baby” baby? he had never called you that, you hummed as he took off his collared shirt and then proceeded to take off your bra . he groaned at the sight of you, which drove you mad. his growing bulge was exposed.

he was big.

you immediately regretted every single time you had made a small dick joke (sure, there were only 2 times but they did happen).

he was on his knees, towering over you.

“you’re so pretty”, he leaned down to kiss you again, this time more eager than ever. his right hand cupped your jaw as his left one roamed your body, making you ache for more and more. “i really wanna touch you” he whispered and went back to kissing you, his left hand now between your thighs, waiting for permission to move.

“please” you whisper, stopping the kiss briefly. he kept on kissing you as he stimulated you through the fabric of your underwear, but that didn't happen for long, especially because of how wet it was, he needed to touch you, he couldn't help himself. the dress was so hiked up it looked like a shirt, but instead of helping you take it off, he pulled it down a bit, so he had access to your chest. he immediately started kissing around your left tit, making you go absolutely insane. and that combined with the sudden touch to your clit? yeah, you were getting fucked up that night.

he was better than anyone had ever been to you. sucking in your nipple and fingering you slowly, he was making you go crazy, needing him more.

he stopped sucking on your nipple and went back to your neck, his hand not stopping at all. the right one went to cover your mouth as you moaned.

“be quiet, hm? want everyone to listen? don’t wanna stuff that pretty mouth of yours too” his non dominant hand went to your neck, choking you lightly as his other one fucked into you. you were so close to cumming, with his thumb stimulating your clit as his other fingers went in and out of you, he knew that you were close, specially with the way your pussy was tightening around him. “so fucking tight, aren’t you? can’t imagine how you’re gonna feel around my cock” he stopped and took his fingers out, making you whine, missing the feeling of him.

“jameees” you moan, finding the courage in you to pull him in, giving him a kiss.

“take it off”

“what?” you’re confused.

“the dress, i really wanna fuck you in it but i don’t wanna ruin it.” he lets out. “take it off” he sounded like he was ordering you, and you loved it so much, you wanted to give something back to him.

“i will, but can i suck you off first?” you ask, looking at him doe eyed, and how could he say no?

“you really want to?” he asks, furrowed brows, you nod, quickly getting on your knees as he unbuckles his belt, throwing it on the carpet. he got up and pulled his pants down, staying just in his boxers, he climbed back into bed with you, kissing you sweetly.

you were on your knees in front of him, pulling his cock out of his underwear, stroking it lightly then kissing the tip. you take him in your mouth, using your hands to stroke what couldn’t fit, which, frankly, was about a bigger portion of it. he was the biggest you ever had.

“fuck” he groaned at the movements you were making, using his left hand to get strands of hair out of your face, as his right one supported him on the bed. he was trying not to thrust into your mouth but you were making it so hard. “your mouth was made for me, baby” he whispered, looking into your eyes. his free hand went to your neck, choking you just a bit, as your head bobbed up and down, taking as much as possible.

“so good, your mouth feels so goddamn good honey” he groaned as he finished the sentence and you used your non dominant hand to cup his balls. he was moaning a bit and it was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen or heard, though you were sure you would see hotter things that same night. he started thrusting lightly, he couldn’t help himself, specially with how good your mouth made him feel.

“stop” he ordered you, and so you did, a pop sound being made as you stopped sucking and looked up at him.

“did i do something wrong?” you ask, brows furrowed. his hand hasn’t left your neck, and so he pulls you in by it. his tongue went straight in your mouth, he needed to taste him on your lips.

“i wanna fuck you” he said, looking into your eyes, waiting for any kind of response.

“yes. please do” you quickly say, kissing him quickly.

“the dress” he remembers and you quickly take it off, not stopping the staring for a second.

“want you down on all fours” he says, getting on his knees. you do as he commands, getting in an arch position as he’s on his knees behind you. he can see that you still haven’t taken off your underwear, he bites on your ass cheek and then pulls it down with his teeth.

“you don’t mind if i keep this, don’t you?” he asks, helping you take it off fully. “it’s already ruined”

“it’s yours” you look back at him, he’s smirking like the devil. he throws your underwear into his bedside drawer.

“gotta keep it safe” he whispers. you can feel his bulge through his boxers as he leans in to kiss your neck, you whine, needing him more.

“patience, i’m gonna give it to you, sweetheart” his right hand gave your ass a smack. “up” he said, signaling for you to arch your back even more. as you do so, he groans, pressing his covered member against your wet cunt.

“you’re so pretty like this, all for me?” he asked, using his hand to play with your clit.

“y-yes, all yours” you said, trying not to whine mid sentence.

“good girl. mine” he gave your shoulder a quick peck. “gonna put it in now, okay? tell me if you wanna stop” he took his dick from out of his boxers and pumped it a few times. you could’ve fainted once you felt his tip lined up to your entrance.

he went in slowly, he was way to big for you. every time you thought he was done, there would still be more of him left.

“jaaames” you would whine

“just a bit left; don’t worry, princess” once he was fully inside of you, you felt amazing, like you were in heaven. “you’re so fucking tight, ‘feels so good” he said, trying to to groan, his voice was raspy.

if took a few thrusts for you to get used to his size, but as soon as he picked up a pace, you were a mess. you couldn’t hold in your sounds, the way he was stimulating your clit was absolutely killing you.

“be fucking quiet” he demanded with a groan, “you want everyone to know who you belong to, huh?” he didn’t stop, he just went quicker as a matter of fact.

“fuck!” you squealed as he pinched your clit, his thrusts began to be more rough, you couldn’t even focus. you’re eyes kept rolling back, your mind was fully blank and the only thing that was coming out of your mouth in that moment was a mixture of james, fuck, shit and a few other curse words.

you were in ecstasy.

“you like this, don’t you?” he was grunting lowly in between every few thrusts. you were so close, you felt your high coming to you, the way he was fucking you was not helping with you trying to hold it.

“james ohmygod james, im gonna cum” you say, trying not to stumble over your words.

“ask nicely and i’ll let you” he said, stopping the stimulation on your clit and thrusting harder. he was close too, the way your tight pussy would clench around him was making him go insane.

“please let me cum, james. need it so bad” you blurted out in between whining and moaning. he grins and goes back to stimulating you.

“good girl, do it” he went faster and didn’t stop playing with your clit. your eyes rolled back and you let it go.

your walls clench tight around him, he didn’t stop as you made a mess all over his dick.

as you finished, his thrusts only got harder, you were feeling so overstimulated and you felt like he was close too.

“fuck, sweetheart. gonna cum inside you, that’s alright?” you moaned in answer.

his hips stuttered and you felt his cock twitch spilled inside of you, his juices mixing with yours.

he made sure he got rid of every single drop.

your legs were shaking as he pulled out and tucked himself back into his underwear, you collapsed on the bed and he laid down next to you.

“wanna go back to the party?” he jokes, looking into your eyes.

“shut up” you reply, looking at the ceiling of his room.

“gonna clean you up, okay?” james assured you as he threw you a shirt of his that was under the bed. you put it on but pulled him closer to you.

“okay, but just stay with me for a while if that’s alright.” you asked.

“always” he pressed a kiss onto your forehead and you knew that this was not going to be a one time thing.

[a-aexotic]

Hiiiii could you do a rafe x reader fluff where topper texts reader saying “rafe likes you too, but you can’t tell him!” but rafe has your phone so he sees the messages and asks you if you like him and I’ll that cute stuff🤭 please and thank uou🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!thornton!reader requested? yes no

warnings. i think honestly nothing but alcohol, swearing, sibling banter, lmk if i missed anything!

summary. you've liked rafe for a little bit now and you never though in a million years that he would ever like you back. until your older brother decides he's had enough.

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"Topper, no." You put your hand on the bridge of your nose, disappointed and annoyed. Ever since you've told Topper that you liked Rafe, he's been nagging him about asking him out.

Topper rolled his eyes. "Then how else are you going tell him you like him?"

"I'm not telling him until I know for a fact he likes me back, I'm not embarrassing myself." You stated matter-of-factly, making Topper groan and lay back on the couch, his arms crossed.

"You're a pussy, that's why." Topper mumbled making you whip your head towards him, angry.

"Oh shut the hell up, it took you how many months again, before asking Sarah out?-"

"That's different, okay, she had a boyfriend and I'm not a homewrecker." Topper countered making you cross your arms and move your gaze to the TV.

Topper was very persistent on helping you get with Rafe. No matter how many times you've told him that you were just waiting on the right time to tell him, he'd pass it off as you being a coward. It was getting pretty exhausting, Topper's nagginess was really starting to annoy you.

You and Rafe were friends, that's all it was at the moment. He's never shown interest in you and it would be really awkward if you told him you liked him, then he rejected you. You would never be able to face him again.

-

Rafe and Topper were at the Club, getting lunch before Topper was supposed to go shopping with his mom for your birthday present. They were sitting at their usual table, ordering drinks. You were turning the big 1-8 this week and Rafe wanted to get you something special.

He'd usually get you some jewelry or a gift card but that didn't feel right. "What should I get her?"

Topper rolled his eyes, this was the fifth time he'd asked today. He took a drink of his cocktail before quickly answering: "I don't know, you should ask her."

"Dude." Rafe scoffed, "that wouldn't be special if I just asked her. It has to be a surprise."

"Why do you care so much?"

That question had caught Rafe off guard. Why did he care so much? He wasn't obligated to get you a present, especially a special one.

Topper knew instantly why he cared. A smirk rose from his lips as he sighed contently. "You like her."

"What? No, I don't." Rafe countered as he furrowed his eyebrows in thought. Did he? Topper stared blankly at Rafe. "I mean, she's nice. And cute. But she's your sister so that would be really weird. But I mean you are dating Sarah... Not that I would want to date Y/N, but-"

"You like her. You like Y/N."

Rafe was quiet for a second as Topper smirked, taking a sip of his drink happily. Did Rafe like Y/N?

She did make him feel all giddy and nervous at times, but he'd known her his entire life essentially. He remembers having a tiny crush on her in middle school and he wanted to her ask to Homecoming Sophomore year but those times were different. They were both basically adults now.

Rafe was just confused. He didn't know why Topper had to blurt that out right now but now Rafe couldn't even think straight.

He was pulled out of his thoughts once he heard Topper's phone ring. "I gotta go, my mom's here. Don't forget, you're hanging out at our house until I get back."

Oh shit. He forgot he said he was going to stay at the Thornton's until he came back from the mall. His face flushed as he looked at his phone, trying to play nonchalant. "Okay, uh. Tell me what you get her."

"I will." Topper had a big smirk on his face once he left Rafe alone with his thoughts. Did he like Y/N? Again?

-

You and Rafe were in the kitchen, making some lunch. At first, it had been awkward because of Rafe's discovery but it slowly faded because it was one-sided. Rafe had never felt uncomfortable in your presence, you always had a comforting aura.

You and Rafe were joking around and laughing, per usual. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence to see you two together, close and joking around. Even though he was technically Topper's best friend, that didn't stop you two from becoming closer.

As Rafe watched you laugh, he felt the familiar butterfly feeling invade his stomach. He hadn't felt that way about anyone in a while so it was a foreign feeling, he tried to push it down and just enjoy the time with you.

You put down the knife you were using to cut the tomatoes and sighed. "I'll be right back, I gotta go use the bathroom."

Rafe nodded. "Of course, I'll be here."

You smiled back at him as you hurried up the stairs to the bathroom. Rafe was finishing up his sandwich before he heard a phone ting loudly next to him. He turned around to see your phone and he read it subconsciously. His face went read as he processed it.

top 😎 Rafe likes you, too. It's confirmed now, don't tell him. What are you waiting for now?? 🤨😜

His jaw was practically on the floor. You like him? And Topper hadn't told him? He felt betrayed but suddenly he realized that you liked him. He felt a flash of emotions. Was this a good thing?

Rafe didn't have time to process this information because you finished up in the bathroom pretty quickly. You jogged down the stairs, a smile on your face. You froze once you realized Rafe was zoned out.

"Rafe, you okay?" You questioned as you walked back to your spot next to him, putting the lid back on the peanut butter jar. He quickly zoned back in as he heard your voice.

"Yeah! Yes, of course, I just got uh, bored." Rafe says swiftly, smiling at you as you looked back at him, a suspicious look taking over your face.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "You sure?"

"Uh, huh." Rafe put his stuff away as you watched him, trying to figure out if he was being honest or not. You decided it was best to just leave it be, Rafe was nothing if not stubborn.

You got your sandwiches and strolled back to your way on the couch, Rafe taking the seat next to you. Rafe took the remote and resumed the TV show you two were watching, an unsettling awkwardness between you two.

You were trying to figure what was wrong while Rafe was trying to figure out what to do about this situation. He'd dreamed of this day for years; the day Y/N liked him back. But of course Topper had to ruin it and tell him. It wasn't exactly his fault because he didn't know Rafe was going to read the text, but with Rafe's absurd luck, he did. And of course Topper's big mouth would go and text Y/N the moment he'd realized Rafe liked you back.

You remembered you needed to respond to your friend's text so you pulled out your phone, and there was Topper's message. Your face went white as you registered why Rafe was acting so weird; he probably had read the text by accident.

That was why Rafe was acting so weird. You wanted cry of embarrassment until you had registered exactly what the text said. Rafe likes you too. He liked you, too?

Rafe likes you back? You furrowed your eyebrows again, was Topper playing some kind of sick prank? You checked the date and no, it wasn't April 1st. Topper wasn't the type to play a prank, so why exactly was Rafe acting weird? If he did truly like you, then why is being weird and distant instead of happy? And then you realized it was Rafe - of course he was going to act weird and distant.

"Hey, Rafe?" You whispered and Rafe turned his attention on you instead of the screen in front of him. "Did you uh, read my text on accident?"

Rafe's eyes widened. "Uh, why?"

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "Why do you think?"

Rafe turned his gaze away from you, bashfully.

"Was it.. Is the text true?"

It took him a couple seconds before responding with a nod. He could try and deny it but where would that take them? Nowhere. It was already out in the open, he might as well address it.

You felt yourself heat up at the confirmation. Rafe liked you - but now all you could hear was Topper's annoying voice comment on how much of a pussy you are. You kept looking at the boy and you wanted to say something but you were nervous.

Rafe looked up at you for the first time for what seemed like hours and as he looked into your wide gaze, he felt himself melt. He couldn't help but smile at your shocked expression but you felt your shock fade into admiration, a smile crawling on your lips, mirroring Rafe's.

Rafe was never good at expressing what he was feeling but he wanted to. He wanted to say something he just... couldn't. So he did the one thing he knew he was good at.

He slowly lifted his hand from his lap and moved it slowly to yours, clasping it in his. You happily accepted it as you both stared into each other's eyes, a mutual nervousness shared between the two.

"Y/N." Rafe let out, breathlessly. "I do like you, seriously. I have liked you for years."

"Years?" You almost laughed but held it in, Rafe rolling his eyes at your tone. "I've liked you for a couple months."

"Wow."

"Well -- I mean, I've always thought you were cute, so." You mumbled as Rafe's lips turned upward again. His ego definitely boosted at that compliment.

"Even with the side part?"

You laughed at the mention of the iconic side part. "Yes, Rafe, even the side part."

"I've always thought you were cute. But the bangs were a no-no for me, I had to question my type for a sec there-"

"Shut up I was like, 12."

You guys both laughed until it died down for a little. Rafe squeezed your hand and then you remembered you were still holding it. You looked down and Rafe swiftly moved his other hand to your face. You both bored into one another's eyes and it felt like time itself had stopped. As Rafe pulled in, you closed your eyes.

Before his lips could land on yours, you heard the front door open. You whipped your head to the door, watching Topper come in, carrying a bunch of bags, your mother following close behind.

"God, I texted you guys like 5 times, I needed help!"

"How much stuff did you guys get?" Rafe's eyes widened at the multiple bags the two were carrying. He got up from the couch and quickly helped your mother, carrying all the bags she was.

"Thank you, Rafe." She smiled as Topper glared at Rafe. "Can you boys go put the bags upstairs for me? They're all for Ms. Y/N's birthday."

Topper scoffed, "Can you guess who's mom's favorite?"

"I think Y/N's everyone's favorite but-"

"Shut up, Rafe."

Rafe smiled at you and you felt yourself heat up at the comment. They walked but the stairs as you sat at the couch, in awe of what just happened. Rafe held your hand and was about kiss you? Your birthday week couldn't have gone any better. That's the best present anyone could give.

[dandyleyen]

Dungeon Meshi - My Thoughts (Ch1-10)

Each section gets written out as I am reading. Keep in mind that I have finished episodes 1-12 of Cooking in Dungeon and that I have read chapters 27-31 (excluding 28.5)

Chapter 1.

I assume we’ll get info in this later on but I wonder why the country was sealed away in the first place.

“I bestow my entire kingdom upon the one who defeats the magician." - The King (presumably) I know that the anime does get into this a bit more as we go on and that a new king (or queen ?) would be crowned eventually but I wonder why it is that the king (if he is who he says he is) wants to allow his kingdom to be given away. Curious.

Side note, but I adore Laios talking about the dungeon ecosystem and food chain. Would love to seen an in-depth trophic web with different ecosystems of the dungeon. You could also include the factors that aren’t natural to the ecosystem, so like,,, the various races that go into the dungeon and how they effect the environment around them with adventuring and other things. I wonder if there are any concept maps made already for this type of thing. We’re seeing a basic food chain but I want it in depth !!

Laios is very cute, send tweet !

Chapter 2.

I do find it very sweet that Laios is asking Marcille if she wants anything specific to eat.

Laios is such a little weirdo. God, I love him. This was also the first occasion of me wanting to try one of the foods they made. The tart looks really good and I'm currently regretting reading this before dinner :|

Chapter 3.

I had it in my mind that chimeras were like a very specific animal combo, but hearing Laios calling the basilisk a chimera put that into perspective for me. Like,, yeah no that makes sense. Interesting.

Chapter 4.

Marcille and Falin on the front page :( Guys.

The episode for this was a rough watch for me because of how Marcille was getting treated tbh, and it's similar now while reading but I did feel more with the show. I get the concerns that the party has, because they need to hurry (mind you, Laios literally holds them up down the line with the painting stuff in the other level), but implying she is already being a bit of a burden by saying she'll be "more of a burden" if she collapses is,,,, not Chilchuck's best moment.

"Not being useful to anyone makes me feel so lonely..." - Marcille I liked her already leading up to this but this was one of this things that got me to latch onto her so quickly. I do appreciate that Chilchuck did initially go to apologize for having called her a burden, and that Laios pointed out that everyone was useful in the team but with different strengths. Them :(

Chapter 5.

Chilchuck fighting for his life and trying not to get his shit rocked by the traps going off is incredibly funny and I feel for him. My neurotic little guy,,, love him.

Laios wanting to take the bones home is incredibly endearing. Me too, buddy, me too.

Chapter 6.

Touden siblings flashback !! I care about them so much, you guys.

Laios looks so dejected about not being able to eat living armor,,, what a freak /pos. He isn't wrong though, if you can beat it you can probably also eat it.

Chapter 7.

MARCILLE WEARING THE ARMOR IN THE FRONT PAGE ??? Oh my god . Christ. Not even a warning ? God. Oh my god. I'm kicking my feet and giggling, y'all she is so,, . Christ.

Love that Laios got to discover something that likely no one else knew about just because he was soo hell-bent on eating different monsters.

Downside: I couldn't rock with the meal in this chapter. Too... mollusk-y. Mollusks freak me out.

Chapter 7.5.

Ohhh this is everything to me. Monster biology !! We get to learn more about how monsters are seen and spoken about in-universe. I adore this. I can't remember if the anime shows any of this section, but I think it's an incredibly fun part of the world-building. It makes it feel real.

Chapter 8.

This is incredibly nitpicky but it's a little annoying when people use "symbiotic relationship" to ONLY mean a beneficial relationship on both ends. Chilchuck asks if the vegetables act as parasites to the golems and Senshi says that it's the opposite and then proceeds to call it a symbiotic relationship because they help one another. He's not entirely wrong, but symbiotic relationships include parasitism ! Mutualism (the relationship between the golems and the vegetables), commensalism, parasitism, and competition are all symbiotic relationships. Again, incredibly nitpicky but this always bothers me.

"It's a crime to tamper with magical creatures without permission" - Marcille Girl,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, don't even talk about crimes rn when you know damn well what you're getting up to in your free time*

On another note, I love how we learn more about Senshi's motivations in staying down there and all he does to protect the ecosystem functions.

Chapter 9.

One of the first signs, to my knowledge, that the dungeon is acting strange. The red dragon itself (himself ? herself ? theirself ?) is acting a bit strangely ! We learn earlier on that red dragons aren't very mobile and the characters assume (hope, really) it would be resting after such activity, but here we learn that it's on the move and showing up closer to the orcs. The orcs have pretty much been here the longest and even they see that as odd. Makes you wonder.

The baby orc ! What a cutie. I love that the kid is the one to suggest they share the meal and that Marcille tries to smooth the situation over. I like how fuzzy the orcs are. It caught me off guard in the anime but the fur is a neat touch.

Laios not really considering the possibility of defeating the mad sorcerer and becoming king. Pretty boys are often allergic to thinking.

ALSO, Laios talking about Falin always gets to me :(

Chapter 10.

Is it even necessary to tell y'all that I immediately latched onto Kabru ? I'm transmasc, ofc I latched onto him. Same with the anime. It was funny to get invested in him only to see him and his party immediately getting their shit rocked.

We're being told again that the dungeon has been acting strangely, which is not new info to us but it does help to build a case for it. Kabru points out that he's been told about the dungeon layout changing day-by-day* and the monsters becoming more aggressive.

Ah. Marcille essentially flash-banging the group (and the bugs) is incredibly relatable. I can't do bugs. I cannot and I will not. I know the meal looks incredibly pretty, but I physically would not be able to consume it knowing that it's just,,, bugs. I don't even eat lobster and shrimp due to how bug-like they are. It's bugs !

---- *Asterisks-marked comments are marked because they are points I know that become relevant down the line because I've either seen it already or read about it already. I will wait to get there in the chronology to speak more on it, but this is my way to point out some foreshadowing that I am aware of.

[glittter-vamp]

Ohio Is For Lovers | J.B

CHAPTER 12

Joe Burrow x Reader Series.

Warnings: 18+ only. MDNI. Don't want to give to much away so please read with caution, if this chapter isn't for you, I completely understand 🖤

Word Count: 4.5K

Beeping is all you heard as you struggled to open your heavy eye lids. After attempting to do so for quite sometime you finally open them and notice you're in a lit room. You slowly blink a few times clearing up your hazy vision. You soon realize that you were in a hospital room. Confused you look down at yourself and see that you were in a hospital bed. Your head was killing you and so were your back and ribs. "Well look who's awake!" Someone says coming in through the door. "Hm?" You hum wondering who was the unfamiliar voice. "Relax sweetie, I'm your nurse Rebecca." A short redhead woman with short hair says. "What Happened?" You croak, your throat incredibly dry. 

"You were in a car accident a few days ago and you were in a coma until just now. Now let me get the doctor and I'll come back to do some tests on you. Then we can talk about finally letting you see visitors and getting you to eat. "Visitors?" You ask confused as to why you weren't allowed any. "Yeah other than your immediate family you aren't allowed any visitors and you've had three people come and go, specifically our very own Cincinnati QB1. He's a character that one..." She winks at you checking some stuff on your arm and writing down something on a clipboard. "Would you like me to send your sister in? She went to the cafeteria I think." The nurse asks. "Please." You reply. "I'll be back, just relax, everything is going to be fine! I'll be right back." She says patting your knee gently.

You try your very hardest to remember what happened but all you remember was being at Joe's and then nothing else after other than waking up here. As you tried your best to remember the accident, your sister Jessica comes in. "Oh my gosh...honey how are you feeling?" She asks softly with tears in her eyes. "Like absolute shit...I can't remember the suppose accident I had and my body hurts like hell." You groan. "I'm sure you will remember soon but I'm just glad you're awake, you really scared us there for second." Jessie says sitting down next to you on a chair.

 "Are mom and dad here?" You ask. "I...haven't told them you're here." Jessie says. "What? Jessie- Mom and Dad are in Costa Rica on that trip they've been talking about for years. They come back in two weeks, we can tell them then. Especially now since you're awake, it can come from you." Jessie says and you give her an unamused look. "Are you the only one of our siblings that's came to see me?" You ask and she shakes her head. "No they've came every now and then since they're farther away than me but your friends have been coming here a lot...especially Joe. He's been here everyday, when were you going to tell me about that? I thought you hated him after the drama online?" Jessie asks and you sigh. "It's... very complicated." You mutter.

"That's exactly what he said, but Peyton and Sasha filled me in." She snorts. "Of course they did." You sigh making a mental note to give your friends shit for spilling the tea to your older sister. The doctor ; who's name was Doctor Brown and the nurse soon come in and begin to test you on things and ask you a billion questions. "Now, for being in a coma for almost a week you're doing far better than we expected. I'm very happy with your improvements but due to the nature of the head injury we need to keep you here for a few more days to monitor that and run some more X-rays and CAT scans make sure we know what we're dealing with for all the injury's, you have some broken ribs and bad bruising due to the seatbelt and airbags." The doctor says. "Now...we might have some shocking news for you but we took blood tests while you were asleep and we found that you are pregnant miss Y/L/N." The doctor says and your heart drops. "Excuse me?" "What!?" You and your sister say in unison. "I had a feeling this was going to be big news due to how early you are so please just take it easy, the pregnancy wasn't affected by the accident and all seems to be well. You are a little over two months pregnant, 10 weeks to be exact. We are going to reevaluate some things now and come back later since you are pregannt we need to minimize any X-ray's and CAT scans due to the fetus. I'll give you some time to process everything, I'll be around making rounds so just ask the nurse for me if you need me." She says before leaving the room.

 The nurse gives you a reassuring smile and leaves behind the doctor. "This has to be a fucking nightmare and I'm going to wake up any minute now." You say rubbing your face. "I...Well um, Let me go get you some food. Fast food okay?" Jessie asks. "Sure, a burger and a vanilla milkshake please." You sniffle. "You got it, I'll call your friends and let them know you're awake...do you want me to call Joe too? He gave me his number to keep him updated on you." Jessie asks hesitantly. "Uh...I need to talk to my best friends first." You say. "Gotcha...they also filled me in about Mariana. You knew I never liked that girl right?" Jessie says making you chuckle. "My food please." You say and she rolls her eyes leaving the room.

You then sat there thinking about how you were currently pregnant. You didn't know how that was possible, you had gotten your birth control after the first time you hooked up with Joe plus they check for a pregnancy before you get birth control and nothing was mentioned. It just didn't make sense... This could not happen. There was just no way. You hadn't realized how long you had been in your head until there was a knock on the door revealing your two best friends.

 "Sleeping beauty is finally awake, Joe must of finally gotten through security and gave you that kiss huh?." Peyton jokes as he walks in first with some balloons. "Oh gosh, I knew I was going to cry." Sasha sniffles. " I love the two very different reactions from you both right now." You chuckle at your best friends. "We know you're still in pain so we'll leave the hugs for after you feel better." Peyton says trying the balloons to a chair. "How do you feel?" Sasha says coming over to hold your hand. "Like shit, my entire body fucking hurts." You sigh. "We're so glad you're awake, not being able to come in and see you fucking sucked." Peyton says sitting on the other side of you. "I don't get why they didn't let you in, I'm sure Jessie would of signed off on it." You scoff. "She tired to but it's hospital policy to only let immediate family inside of those who are in coma's" Sasha rolls her eyes.

 "Yeah girl you should of seen Joe, we texted him about the accident and I swear to god that man got air lifted here, we live closer to the hospital than he does and he was already here when we got here." Peyton says. "Yeah he got pretty mouthy with the security and nurses, he was freaking out about not being able to see you and knowing limited information about you since he's not family. What really got him is that they weren't accepting the flowers he kept bringing you." Peyton snorts. "Was I admitted into a prison, what the hell type of hospital is this?" You say annoyed that the hospital was making such a big deal. Hearing that Joe was here everyday and trying his best to try and see you, made you get butterflies and feel giddy, it also meant a lot to you that he actually did care that much about you.

"I uh, have some...news." You say hesitantly looking at your best friends. "Please don't tell me you have to learn to walk again, I will hunt down that son of bitch who hit you. I know dangerous people, the cops aren't gonna know what happened to that piece of shit of that hit and run!" Peyton says getting heated in a second and you can't help but laugh. "Jesus calm down, I think I'm good on walking. I can move my toes and stuff." You say wiggling them. "Oh thank god, continue. Sorry, that was the Albanian coming out...sorry." Peyton calms down and you and Sasha look at each other in shock. "Anyways...say what you have to say." Sasha says to you urging you to continue. "Okay well uh...the doctor sorta just told me that I'm um...I'm p-pregnant." You bite your lip and Peyton and Sasha stand completely there frozen, for too long. "Well say something!!" You speak up. "Holy shit." They both say in unison. "Holy shit is right, I don't know what to do! I don't know if I should even tell Joe." You sigh laying your head back on the bed. "How far along are you?" Sasha asks trying to process this. Doctor said a little over two months...I don't know how this happened. We only had unprotected sex once before I got my birth control and I took a plan b right after." You sigh rubbing your temples. "Did you get your period after?" Sasha asks. " I spotted after I got my birth control but that's pretty much it...I know the birth control itself can fuck up your cycle so I just thought it was that." You bite your lip.

"How do you feel about this? This is some serious shit." Peyton asks. "I don't even know...I never even thought about having kids much less with Joe...you know what I've been through with him." You say muttering that last part. "You know you have choices and whatever that may be we will support you." Peyton says and Sasha nods. "Thanks guys..." You sigh. "But...just know that baby will be spoiled to the moon if you have it." Sasha smiles making you chuckle. "Knock knock!! I come with food!!" Your sister says coming into the room with your food. Sasha and Peyton pull the table that was on the end of the bed towards you and you thank them as your sister places the food in front of you. "Now...I know you just woke up but since you two are here, I'm going to go home for the weekend." Jessie says looking at you for approval as you eat your burger. "I'll be fine." You nod. "Yeah I'm sure once Joe finds the news out he won't leave her side anyway." Peyton winks and you roll your eyes at him. "Okay cool, call me if anything! Hope you feel better soon little sister." Jessie says kissing the top of your head before she says bye to everyone and leaves.

"Want us to call your boo?" Sasha teases and you give her an annoyed look. "Sure... but does anyone know where my phone is?" You ask looking around as you sip your milkshake. "I think it got damaged in the accident but I can go pick up a new phone for you tomorrow, I still have connections with that guy from Apple." Peyton suggests like no big deal. "I'll deal with it later but thanks.. oh god, someone please tell me you got in contact with my job." You say looking at them in horrror. "Your sister did, they said to not worry about anything and to take all the time you need." Sasha fills you in as she texts on her phone. "Okay I just texted Joe, wanna make a bet on how fast he makes it here?" Sasha says to Peyton making you roll your eyes. "20 bucks he makes it here in 10 minutes." Peyton says. "Deal." Sasha smirks sitting down. "You guys are so annoying and he lives across town." You shake your head. "You don't understand how your man drove the night of the accident." Peyton shakes his head. "He made Vin Diesel look bad." Sasha says making you laugh.

You two talk between the three of you. Them telling you that they hadn't reached out to Mariana about the accident which you appreciated because you did not want to see her. Before you know it the door of the room flings open and there was Joe out of breath. "You owe me." You hear Peyton say to Sasha who rolls her eyes. "We'll leave you guys alone...I'll come tomorrow around noon." Sasha says to you and you nod. "I'll bring you two breakfast cause I know Joe ain't going no where." Peyton says leaving making you snort as you look over to Joe who couldn't stop looking at you in complete awe. "Did you run?" You chuckle seeing he was still catching his breath. "Went up the stairs, elevators took too long." he says making you chuckle. Joe closes the door and walks over to you, you could see a lot of emotion on his face that he was trying to hold down. "I was told that you were out here fighting people because you couldn't come in." You raise an eyebrow at him and he chuckles. "I might of acted irrationally." He smiles. "You didn't have to do all that...I'm sure you have better things to attend too than me. "You shake your head. "You hit your head pretty hard huh?" He asks and you roll your eyes. "You know what I mean." You reply. "No I don't actually, I got a call from your best friends that the girl I love got into a car accident leaving my house and you were rushed to the hospital unconscious. How else was I supposed to act?" Joe finished, you could tell that the stress from everything finally made Joe snap.

"The girl you what?" You ask Joe in shock and he takes a moment to realize what he said. "I meant exactly what I said." Joe says clearly not caring about beating around the bush anymore. "Those are some big words for two people that haven't even dated Joe." You bite your lip not knowing how to feel about this. "Well that's how I feel and after all we've been through I'm not going to take it back nor do I expect to hear it back from you. I'm not going to keep lying to you or myself." Joe says making you take a deep breath. Before you could respond there was a knock on the door and the nurse comes in. "Sorry to interrupt but there's a few things I need to change out for Miss Y/L/N." The nurse says to us. "I'll step out, do you want anything from the cafeteria?" Joe asks you pretending like you two weren't just having a serious conversation. "Something sweet." You bite your lip and Joe nods before leaving the room, giving you one quick glance as he shut the door. The nurse checks you out more, making sure you were doing okay and asks some questions about how you're feeling. She also helps you to the bathroom. 

As she was helping you with sitting back down on the bed on the Joe comes back in. "Everything okay?" Joe asks seeming alarmed that you weren't tucked in the bed like he had left you. "Better than we hoped! You'll be out of here in no time." The nurse smiles at you as she helps tuck you in and then leaves you and Joe. "I think she likes you." Joe mutters which made you snort. "Jealous?" You tease him as he sits down in one of the empty chairs handing you a plastic bag filled with sweets. "I'm not worried about it, she can't compete." Joe says cockily and you roll your eyes at him. "Why'd you get so much stuff M&Ms would of done okay." You shake your head. "I was talking to my mom while I was picking stuff out and paying, got distracted." He shrugs.

You really take a good look at Joe and you realize that he looked somewhat similar to what he did after your argument and him finding out Emily's baby wasn't his. "Have you slept at all?" You ask him. "Hm?" He hums. "Yeah, here and there." He shrugs like no big deal. "Joe...go home and rest." You sigh. "I can sleep here, beside you... just fine." He smirks and you give him a look. "Don't you have like spring training or something?" You eye him. "That doesn't start for another two weeks, but you get extra points for even knowing that was a thing." Joe smiles and you roll your eyes at him in annoyance.

Joe ends up staying for the rest of the night. Which you really didn't mind, you weren't a fan of hospitals so it was nice having him here taking your mind off things. Though the whole being pregnant thing was hanging over you like a cloud. You had no idea what you were going to do and how you were going to tell Joe...if you even decide to tell him. This was a guy who almost just had a baby with someone else and who you weren't officially dating. Then the whole deal with the tabloids finding out about this potential child and the other side of you that wanted that big career move and to get away from it all.

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Four Days Later:

Today you were finally leaving the hospital. After constant tests, some physical therapy and being under constant observation you were finally going home. Joe had stayed with you the entire time, only going home to shower and change clothes, every time he came back with a fresh bouquet of flowers. Sasha and Peyton also came by frequently bringing you two food and kept you company. You had told your siblings that you were fine and that you'd see them when you came out of the hospital and to not tell your mom and dad about the accident. You were very appreciative of everyone for being there for you but you didn't need your parents freaking out and dropping their trip. "Alright Miss Y/L/N...everything seems to be good. Now, would you like me to schedule you a prenatal appointment with the OGBYN you have in your file?" Doctor Brown says and you feel your heart start beating 10 times faster. Out of the corner of your eye you see that Joe slowly turns his head towards you. "Um, yeah sure." You quickly and awkwardly say to the doctor wanting her to stop talking about this but she doesn't take the hint. "Can...we have a minute please, Doc?" Joe says and you feel your heart drop, here we go you thought to yourself. "I'm finished here, a nurse will come soon to wheel you out." She smiles at the both of you. You two thank the doctor and immediately Joe turns to you.

"Is there something... I'm missing here?" Joe asks calmly which was kind of freaking you out and you build the courage to finally look at him. He looked confused and a bit upset. "I wanted to talk to you about this in a more private place." You say and he takes a deep breath. "We'll get you home and then we will talk." Joe nods. "If you want I can call Sasha or Peyton to take me home." You bite your lip trying to avoid a fight with him. "I'm not mad Y/N just... confused and concerned. I'll get you home, plus it's Wednesday morning, aren't they working?" Joe asks and you nod. The nurse comes and they walk you down in the wheelchair. Joe pulls his car around and he helps you get in since you were still sore and had a few broken ribs. 'Are you hungry?" Joe asks as he sits in the driver seat. "A little but I rather get home and order something." You say and he nods. You hated the tension you were feeling in the car. You had no idea how you were going to have this conversation with Joe. The majority of the ride was spent in silence. You could tell Joe was in his head as much as you were.

You finally make it to your apartment, happy to be home. Joe had tried convincing you to stay with him instead but there was just no way you were able to get up and down the stairs right now and he only had a half bathroom accessible downstairs. You notice a welcome back home banner & a basket sitting on your kitchen counter. You knew it was Sasha and Peyton who did all this since they were the ones that were coming in and out of here bringing your clothes and stuff. Joe helped you get on the couch carefully and you asked him to bring over the the basket. You notice that it had a lot of your favorite things, certain candies you like, new cute fuzzy slippers, new PJs, cute girly ice packs and hot water bottles, pain medication and a box clearly containing a new phone. Judging by Joe's reaction when you grab it, you could tell he was the one who got it for you.

The police had came to the hospital to ask you questions about the accident that you still couldn't remember and they had let you know that your poor car was a total loss and your phone had been damaged as well, leaving you with no phone. "You didn't need to get me a new phone but thank you." You say to Joe. "Don't know what you're talking about." He lies and you give me him a look which made him smirk. "Do you want to stay on the couch or I can help move you to the bed. I know you're tired since you barley slept at the hospital." Joe asks as you yawn. "My bed does sound nice but I'd have to shower first and that's going to be a hassle." You sigh.

"That's what I'm here for. We can get you cleaned up and you can have a nap while I go get us some food." Joe nods. "I should of probably taken my sisters offer to stay with her." You sigh. "Why?" Joe says rather defensively. "Because I don't want you having to deal with me. I'm like an adult child right now." You sigh. " Y/N you've helped me out at one of my toughest moments, the least I could do is help you out in one of yours." Joe says helping you up from the couch. "Since your dining chairs are plastic maybe you could use that to sit in the shower?" Joe asks following you to your room. "Yeah that works." You nod going to your drawer to get some clean clothes. Joe sets up the shower for you, thankfully your shower head was detachable so you should have no trouble showering. "Are you going to need help getting undressed?" Joe asks. "Uh sure." You nod awkwardly. You had a flannel shirt on since that was the easiest thing to get into and you unbuttoned the shirt and Joe helps you take it off wincing at the movements even though you were both being gentle. You look at yourself in the mirror and could see the bruising peeking out of the bandage around your rib cage. Joe then gently starts to take off the bandage which was the most painful process of all. "I'm sorry, I'm trying to be as gentle as possible." Joe says looking at you with eyes full of nervousness. "You're doing good, the pain medication is just wearing off." You give him a reassuring smile. Eventually you finally get undressed and Joe helps you get in the hot shower. "Are you going to be able to bathe yourself?" Joe asks handing you your soap and exfoliator. "I think I can manage with the important parts, go take a breather." You smile at him and he nods before closing the shower curtain "Call me when you're done or if you need anything." Joe says before leaving the bathroom. 

You shower as best as you could, wanting to wash your hair but there was no way that was happening today. After about 30 minutes in the shower with Joe checking in on you every 5 minutes and freaking out when he heard one of your shampoo bottles fall, he came and helped you out and dried you off. He wrapped your bandage around again which was worse than when he took it off, both of you hated every minute of that process, you letting out every bad word in the dictionary. "Okay, okay we're done. Is that too tight?" Joe asks. "It's fine, thank you...sorry for calling you a motherfucker." You say making Joe laugh.

 "It's okay." He smiles at down at you, you look at each other for a moment before Joe leans down and gives you a kiss. He was very gentle with it but it still held a lot of emotion from this past week. "I'm not mad that you didn't tell me by the way, I don't blame you." Joe says holding your face in his hands. "I'm scared Joe...this wasn't suppose to happen. I'm supposed to move soon to another state and start a new beginning...there's no way I can do this." You say breaking down. "You don't have too, whatever you choose to do I'll support it." Joe reassures her as he wipes her tears with his thumbs. "I'm really sorry Joe, I know this must fucking suck after what you've been through." You sniffle. "It's not your fault, shit happens and I rather go through this with you than anyone else. Whatever happens, I promise we're going to be fine." Joe says and you nod calming down. Joe then helps you get dressed after you calm down and helps you get into bed. "I'm gonna go get some stuff from my house before getting us food, I'm going to basically move in and there's nothing you can do about it." Joe says making you chuckle. Do you need anything before I leave?" Joe asks. "No I'm good, I'm just going to take my nap." You shake your head. "I'll be back soon, I left your phone on the side table." Joe says leaning down and giving you a kiss. "Take my keys to lock the door." You say to him before he walks out of the room and he nods. 

That went better than you thought it would, now...you just had to think about what the next step was going to be.

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! The next chapter will be a lot heavier than this one so just a heads up. Thank you for reading! 🖤

[whitefoxgirl]

🦊Culture Shock🐰 A Jungkook Series Episode 2: Superheroes

Summary: Jungkook starts a podcast with his best friend who is a foreigner to discuss different topics they were shocked culturally about.

Author's Note: Hello my beautiful readers! I am thankful that this got so much love!~ As I mentioned, requests are open because I'm feeling uninspired! I wanna finish the Namjoon series with a BANG! And writing for others might get the wheels rolling~

Author's Note PS: If you'd like to be tagged, interact with this. I am tagging people who reblog, but if you wish to be tagged comment or simply reblog and I will add you :)

Pairing: Jungkook x BFF!Reader (not dating, just two best friends) Fandom: BTS Warnings: Brief mentions of suicide, cringy, full of crack moments. Genre: Fluff, crack, angst Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @7ndipity; @yoongimentita7; @ancoraesisto; @lovemeforeternity 🡸 Previous episode Next Episode➔

[PODCAST INTRO/THEME]

🦊: Hey guys welcome to "Culture Shock". They said... we wouldn't make it past the first episode and yet we're back. Jungkook: With Episode 둘! 🦊: Dos!~ Jungkook: Deux!~ 🦊: に!~ Jungkook: *long pause* 🦊: He's squinting his eyes. Jungkook: *chuckles* Together: TWO! Jungkook: OH MY GOD!~ Jinx! You owe me a soda. 🦊:*giggles* Jungkook: Do it after the podcast, we need to do this. 🦊: It's been crazy~ Jungkook: Fucking... INSANE!~ 🦊: I knew we were gonna get some love from the podcast because of you but- Jungkook: I told you people would like our dynamic!~ 🦊: Yeah, but you know ARMY loves to protect you. Jungkook: *chuckles* She says as if she hasn't been a fan since day one. 🦊: Oh my god, please, don't expose me. Jungkook: I would just like to say... Having a podcast with you is fun. 🦊: 레알?~ Jungkook: Yeah! I really like listening back to our podcast, which is something that I do with your voice messages sometimes, especially when I'm on tour. 🦊: *groans* Oh my god!~ Saying stuff like that will s- Jungkook: NO! Platonic! Platonic! 🦊: *in between giggles* stupid~ Jungkook: I don't think you guys understand. Y/N makes me feel like... at peace. But at the same time, I feel like I wanna bully them. 🦊: Oh my god!~ 🦊: It's giving siblings. Jungkook: Well!~ Someone said that in the comments. 🦊: *gasps* Really?! Jungkook: *chuckles* Yeah, that we give siblings vibe. 🦊: I saw someone say that they liked that you have a friend that's this close to you. Jungkook: Whaaaa~ 🦊: *deadpan/trying not to laugh* I'm his only friend. He's a loner. Jungkook: That's cannon though! 🦊: That's not cannon~ Miguel is LITERALLY on his way here because you're disrupting the cannon!~ Jungkook: *laughs* 🦊: *long pause* Actually!~ Keep disrupting it. I wanna see him~ Jungkook: *groans* We saw "Across the Spider-Verse" three times IN A WEEK just because of Y/N! 🦊: Miguel being a bilingual KING?! I don't know who would mi- Jungkook: His physic looks like Seokjin-hyung! 🦊: Yeah, Miguel has broad shoulders like Seokjin-oppa~ Jungkook: Yeah, all that's left is his butt. 🦊: But Jin is NOT Miguel. Jungkook: Oh, hell no! He's not Miguel! 🦊: Jin is very saggitarus. Jungkook: *snickers then laughs* WHAT?! 🦊: Yeah, my brother's a saggy-titty too and he acts JUST like Seokjin-oppa. Jungkook: 오? 레알? 🦊: Yeah, my dad's a saggy too. Jungkook: You're surrounded by fire *chuckles* 🦊: You're my only earth friend. Jungkook: Namjoon's also earth too. 🦊: I forgot that you two are basically twins. Jungkook: *chuckles* 🦊: That's why you heard the bells?! Jungkook: Maybe!~

🦊: Before we introduce the topic though, I would just like to say that I'm kinda glad that the podcast is not a video podcast, but I'm kinda sad about that too. Jungkook: Why?~ 🦊: Because I feel like it would be fun for us to dress up in every episode!~ Jungkook: *snickers* Like in Frenemies?! 🦊: Yeah!~ I mean, they were toxic as fuck but it was very entertaining to see their sibling vibe and their dressing up. Jungkook: Yeah, they had matching fits too. 🦊: Yeah!~ Jungkook: What would we dress up as though? 🦊: Well, it would be according to the topic. Jungkook: *gasps* That would be dooooooope! 🦊: RIGHT?! Jungkook: But we can't do that. We have to protect your privacy. 🦊: Yeah... Jungkook: And masks muffle up the sound. 🦊: For sure.

Jungkook: Today's topic, is one that I picked after watching "Across the Spider-Verse" for the MILLIONTH time. 🦊: *laughs* Jungkook: And it is!~ Sup- 🦊: SUPERHEROES!!! Jungkook: *long pause* *smiles* You're fucking annoying. 🦊: *laughs* Jungkook: *in between laughter* Like today they texted me if I changed my phone. 🦊: DUDE! Oh my god, it's becau- Jungkook: Leave my ph- 🦊: No~ Guys! *gets closer to the mic* *whispers* His phone is held together by DUCKTAPE right now. Jungkook: It's industry grade too. 🦊: You need to change it! What if you electrocute yourself? Jungkook: Who even thinks that?! *chuckles* 🦊 I'm just worried! How come you're a millionaire and you don't have quality of life. 🦊: Like, guys. His sock, RIGHT NOW, has holes. Jungkook: They WORK!~ 🦊: Okay!~ Stay broke~ Jungkook: *giggles* Okay!~

🦊: Okay but *laughs* let's get into it. Jungkook: So, my biggest culture shock is different countries liking different superheroes. 🦊: Oh!~ Jungkook: I was SUPER shocked. 🦊: That's a very good observation too, explain~ Jungkook: So, I don't know if you know b- 🦊: What? Jungkook: *chuckles* But!~ *tries to not laugh* Different counties like different superheroes. 🦊: Yeah? Jungkook: Like Korea is obsessed with Iron Man. 🦊: Can you confirm that? Jungkook: IIIIIIIII can confirm. I love Iron Man and I know like 85% of Koreans love Iron Man. 🦊: He has a bunch of Iron Man figures. Jungkook: I have to hide them because Bam is very hyper. 🦊: He knocks them down? Jungkook: Yeah. 🦊: That's cute~ But like, Iron Man is VERY popular in Korea. Jungkook: Yeah, I don't know anyone who likes superheroes and DOESN'T like Iron Man. 🦊: Is it because of the comics though, like? I don't get i- Jungkook: No, no, I think it's because of- Well, at least for ME it's because of Robert Downey Jr. He was soooo- 🦊: He was so good.~ Jungkook: Such good casting!~ 🦊: Didja know that the line "I'm Iron Man" in the end of the movie was improvised? Jungkook: Yeah, I knew. I'm a huge RDJ dick rider. 🦊: *scoffs then laughs* Are you aLLOWED to say that?! Jungkook: *deadpan/trying not to laugh* I own Hybe AND BigHit. 🦊: *smirks* The fact is BigHit and Hybe couldn't have- Together: -done it witHOUT ME!

*both laugh*

🦊: So, that's very interesting, since Korean culture WANTS to be what Iron Man is, you know? Jungkook: Yeah, like... We wanna be rich, known, charismatic- 🦊: But like, who doesn't, you know? Jungkook: Yeah, exactly. But it's like... Korean people strive for success. It's so big from the moment we're born. If you're not successful you're a failure here, even if you're happy. 🦊: Fucking sad... Jungkook: Yeah... That's why a lot of teenagers in school commit... uuuuhhhh... You know... 🦊: Unalive themselves Jungkook: Yeah, they unalive themselves because there's the pressure of not only the parents but also your neighbors, your community, your society, it- 🦊: It feels like if you fail, you're letting the whole country down. Jungkook: Exactly... 🦊: Is that why you were so rough on yourself when you made mistakes when you were younger? Jungkook: *long pause* *hisses thinking* *sighs* Yeah... Yeah, for sure. I did feel from time to time that me failing meant that I was failing my country. Jungkook: But more than my country, I was failing my hyungs. 🦊: Awww, that's cute~ Jungkook: *chuckles* Yeah, I felt like I was failing them and ARMY more than my country. I cared more about them and ARMY because those were my priorities back then. 🦊: Yeah... Jungkook: I think that's why I got attached to Iron Man so quickly becau- 🦊: He just had everything held together. Jungkook: Yeah, and even if he failed, he never really FAILED, because he learned from his mistakes. 🦊: Which is something that you're taking with you now. 🦊: You're not as cynical as you were before. Jungkook: Thank god I'm not *chuckles* 🦊: Legit~ I think if I had met you back then, I would have dated you. Jungkook: *groans in disgust* Ew!~ *in between laughs* why?~ 🦊: I like fi- *in between laughter* fixing things Jungkook: *gasps* *laughs* OH MY GOD! Is that why you lik- 🦊: No no~ He doesn't need fixing. He's perfect the way he is. Jungkook: *groans* Oh my god, you're such a simp~ 🦊: Getting back to it though. I didn't really notice it that much, but now that you mention it, it- Jungkook: It's impossible not to see, right? 🦊: Yeah, a lot of Korean artists have openly expressed their love for Iron Man. Jungkook: Exactly. My ratio is... 1 out of 2 idols likes Iron Man. 🦊: REALLY?! Jungkook: Yeah!~ I know A LOT of idols that just LOVE Iron Man. 🦊: Huh... Interesting... I hadn't really thought about that before.

Jungkook: What's a popular superhero on the Western side? 🦊: *hums thinking* 🦊: Spiderman, for sure! Jungkook: Really? Why? I didn't think *in between chuckles* that he was that popular. 🦊: Well... Okay, there's a lot of reasons. But I think the main one is that ANYONE can be Spiderman. Jungkook: *gasps softly* That's true. 🦊: Like... Not anyone can be Iron Man. Jungkook: Nooooo 🦊: You need to be a billionaire first, to become Iron Man. 🦊: But with Spiderman, anyone can be under the mask. Even um... What's his name? Jungkook: Stan Lee? 🦊: Yeah! He even said, "We didn't intend his suit to cover him completely, but by doing that, we designed him in a way that anyone can be Spiderman". Jungkook: OOOOOOOOOOOH!! Jungkook: And it's even more amplified by the fact that he- Together: He's completely average in everything. 🦊: Exactly. Jungkook: He's not mega smart like Tony. 🦊: Nope. Jungkook: Like he's smart, but he had to- 🦊: Make a huge effort, yeah. He's just an average kid. Jungkook: Yeah, and even with Peter Parker, his photography is so average that he works for a newspaper 🦊: Exactly. He basically paparazzi's himself Jungkook: *chuckles* Exactly! 🦊: And I would just like to add, that he's also the most flexible too. Jungkook: What do you mean? 🦊: Like I said, anyone can be Spiderman, but when it comes to Peter Parker, he's so average that anything can happen. Jungkook: Right. 🦊: Like... His life could be amazing or absolute trash. Jungkook: Oh! That's true! Jungkook: Is Spiderman your favorite in Marvel? 🦊: Oh yeah, for sure. Jungkook: Why? 🦊: Well... Now that Miles Morales exiiiiiists!~ Jungkook: *groans playfully* 🦊: He's a Newyorican!~ His mom is Puerto Rican, and his dad is African American from New York. Jungkook: Love it *chuckles* 🦊: The fact that he was created because of Donald Glover is everything. Jungkook: *gasps then laughs* I saw that! I saw that! 🦊: He just represents a lot of gente Latina. Jungkook: Is he the only Latinx Spiderman? 🦊: Uh.... You know what? Te la debo. Because Miguel is Mexican-Irish, but, without spoiling Miguel's origin story, he's not a true Spiderman. He didn't- Jungkook: *laughs* HE DIDN'T GO THROUGH THE FIRST CANON EVENT! 🦊: Nope!~ He wasn't even bit!~ Jungkook: *sighs in relief* Crazy how his logic works. 🦊: For sure.

Jungkook: What about DC? Together: Batman! 🦊: Batman is everything. Jungkook: Forever. 🦊: I wanna see Robert Pattinson's Batman with Cameron Monaghan's Joker. Jungkook: Oh, for sure! I wasn't sure about the "Gotham" Series when you made me watch it because I dislike people dying and coming back and the cycle repeating itself. 🦊: Oh, I hated that too! Jungkook: But that JOKER! 🦊: *moans playfully* 🦊: He channeled Heath Ledger and Mark Hamill Jungkook: It was amazing. I was so sad they couldn't actually put that label on him. 🦊: Crazy...

Jungkook: *smacks lips* I'm gonna listen to this tonight. 🦊: *laughs* Jungkook: Just us ranting about Marvel heroes 🦊: Iconic Jungkook: I wanna say thank you to everyone who liked the podcast. 🦊: Thank you so much. Jungkook: We did this for fun, so I was glad that everyone else is having fun with us. 🦊: I actually have a topic for us for the next topic! Jungkook: Really? What is it? 🦊: "@lovemeforeternity" requested us to talk about a few things, but the one that I know will be an awesome conversation is!~ 🦊: FOOD! 음식! COMIDA!!!! Jungkook: Oh my god! We have sTORIES! 🦊: We do!~ We do!~ Jungkook: We should invite Jimin for that one. 🦊: *gasps* SHOULD WE?!?! Jungkook: Comment below if you guys would like that to happen! 🦊: Again, guys, thank you so much for the love that you have been giving us!~ Jungkook: Remember to comment and tell us what you would like us to talk about and THANK YOU FOR NOT DOXXING AND BULLYING Y/N!~ 🦊: You should say the Spanish outro and I'll do the Korean one. Jungkook: OH! Uh.... *inhales and giggles* Okay okay!~ Jungkook: Hasta... La próxima, mi gente!~ 🦊: *in between laughs* 안녕히 게세요!~

[spectralsleuth]

Don't know if you're still accepting asks about LSoW, but you mentioned once that all of the turtles in your au are intersex, except Mikey. Can I ask why you made them so and why Mikey is the exception?

I'm always accepting asks about LSoW! :D I'm not the best about answering them because I have crippling anxiety, but I love getting asks. ;-;

Disclaimer first: Genuinely no disrespect to any intersex people, because chromosomal differences and IRL intersex conditions have near next nothing to do with (I cannot exaggerate this enough) TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES, the depiction of the Turtles in LSoW, or honestly, half the AU's with the same sort of headcanon. So keep that in mind. I strongly encourage people to do some research into actual intersex people and characteristics, because it isn't my intention at all to represent very normal people with (STILL CANNOT EXAGGERATE THIS ENOUGH) TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES. (Although if there IS an intersex person who reads LSoW and is like, hell yeah ninja turtles are just like me, more power to you brother. I wrote it for you and you only, I am kissing you gently on the head like a benevolent patron.)

That being said, 'intersex' was the best term I could come up with for this head canon, and fits so.

Reason 1: It's funny.

I am making Leonardo ninja turtle deal with turtle equivalent of periods, that is the funniest shit I will ever do. The idea that A: Raph dealt with it first, B: Leo was a smug shithead about it and then dealt with it a year after, and then C: Donnie was SMUGGER THAN HIM, and also dealt with it the NEXT WEEK? Hilarious. I am a comedy god.

Also I think I headcanoned Raph as having CJ with Casey a long time ago because Casey and Raph are soulmates in every universe. But problem is I headcanon Casey as TRANS, so how did they have Casey? Adoption is also great, but you know what would be FUNNIER-

(egg babey)

Reason 2: Mikey's personality. (Also, it's funny again.)

When Draxum was making the turtles in LSoW, he gave them all the bits and pieces he needed in order to make them effective yokai super soldiers. Man literally said 'I'm making a turtle that can hold a sword and do backflips, I'm gonna give it all this other stuff too, OBVIOUSLY.' But box turtles are already pretty territorial and aggressive? I think the reason I gave at the time was Draxum literally said, 'Michelangelo is already so territorial if I gave him estrogen he'd have killed the others.' (Which is a gross oversimplification of how turtles split gender in the egg, herpetologists pls don't @ me they're ninja turtles I am sorry.)

Also it's funny again because Mikey is also smug down the chain of brothers from oldest to youngest with not having to deal with this embarrassing problem, but then DOESN'T get whacked with the egg whammy stick like the others?? Smug youngest sibling?? Mikey asking Leo with fake sympathy, 'Oh, is it your troubles again?' and Leo is forced to try and kill him with a rock.

Reason 3: Draxum (Also STILL YET ANOTHER reason to be funny.)

Draxum figures in the far off distant future if his supersoldiers DO make nests and eggs, a very territorial and family oriented guard that DOESN'T nest would be super effective.

Imagine the post apocalypse future where Raph and Casey have CJ, and you are a simple resistance soldier. You are minding your business surveying Krang tunnels after a delicious breakfast of beetle protein bar shaped into dino-nuggie form courtesy of Donatello Hamato, and Mystic Master Michelangelo appears out of the shadows in a side tunnel and tries to skin you with a fork because you got within a half mile of his expecting brother and his ninja girl friend.

(The only Y/N fic I will ever write.)

I hope that answers the question!! Also reminder to everyone that even though I am taking a little break from TMNT, my fics are far from abandoned and I have them cooking along in the background. Most of the writing I get done is in spite of horrible unmedicated ADHD, anxiety, and being 30 years old with a very tiring job and increasingly troubling disability. That's not me complaining, but I think a little reminder that a lot of fic writers do this as a hobby. The second I feel the slightest bit of pressure I crumble away from fics like I've been cursed by a mummy, because feeling pressure from something so silly is wild to me.

This ask actually I think is a perfect way to show how to support your fave fic authors, and encourage them to continue writing! I actually had to sit down and think about my own notes, and talk over my reasoning with The Council in dm's (@/tangledinink and @/heck lol). So thanks!

[stuckonmain]

Return (Pt.21)

TOH Hunter/Golden Guard x reader

 Masks and Bets part twenty-one.

Yes, I am updating this finally. More info on the hiatus in the author's note lol

Series Masterlist

*******

Hunter was in a not-good-very-bad mood.

  Luz looked around nervously. “I... saw something or... someone. But it was probably just in my head…Any sign of...him?”

  “Oh come on! It's not like a swarm of ghosts will inexplicably appear if you say his name!” Hunter snapped. Although…well, maybe they would? “ ...I think.” …whatever. “Anyway, if Belos WAS here, he's long gone now.” Hunter continued, waving at the very Belos-less patch of forest.

  “Well, he better stay out of our way. This mama's HUNGRY FOR VENGEANCE!” Camilla exclaimed.

  “Oh hell yeah!” Lane grinned, throwing an arm around Leo.

  Leo looked uncomfortable. “Uh…thanks.”

  Hunter sighed, tugging his costume tighter around his waist. 

  Halloween suddenly felt like a million years ago.

  (Just another great thing Belos had ruined.)

…Whatever, it didn’t matter. He had to find you before Belos did. That was what really mattered.

  “It’s so weird seeing red grass again.” Leo said as the group walked towards Boonesborough. 

  Grass? He was thinking about GRASS?! What about you?! 

  “We don’t have time for grass.” Hunter grunted, crossing his arms. “Belos is out there, and you all know he’s gonna do something- a-and he has a head start! We have to keep moving until we stop him!”

  But instead of listening, Willow summoned a wave of vines to cheer Gus up.

  “Seriously?!” Hunter screeched as she rode away. 

  “Jeez kid, are you good?” asked Lane.

  “No! Of course not! Belos is here a-and everyone is just- just messing around!” Hunter exclaimed. In the corner of his eye, Amity played with abomination goo uselessly as if to prove his point.

  Leo shrugged. “Well, they’re homesick…”

  “Homesick?! Well you know what Belos is gonna do while they’re homesick?! That’s right, he’s gonna- he’s gonna… Hunter swallowed. “What if he does what he did to me to…to (Y/N)?” he whispered.

  Leo squeezed his shoulder. “Well, we’ll stop him before he does. But look, we’re still moving, and your friends just need to…y’know, unwind for a moment. This is heavy stuff.”

  Hunter sighed. “I know! But we’re so close…”

  He turned on his heel and stormed ahead, half-aware of Leo and Lane staring after him.

  His face burned. They just didn’t get it.

*******

  “(Y/N)? Do you have friends?” said Collector, sitting at the foot of my bed.

  “Huh?” I grunted, rubbing sleep out of my eyes.

  “Friends. ‘Cuz King tells me about his friend’s Luz and Eda, and since he’s sleeping, I decided to ask you, Older Sibling.” they explained, flopping onto my legs.

  I scowled. “No. I don’t have friends. They disappoint me.”

  “They do?”

  “Nah…that was a Creep reference.” I sighed, closing my eyes again.

  “What’s Creep?”

  I yawned. “It’s this…this old app for videos. It shut down a few years ago.”

  “So do you have friends?”

  Why wasn’t he just letting me sleep?!

  “Sure, Collector. Sorta. I used to. Back before they disappeared into a portal or got turned into fucking puppets.” I said bluntly.

  “What’s ‘fuck’? Belos used to say that back before I beat him at tag, and you say it a lot.” Collector said, resting their head in their hands. 

  “It’s…um…a nice thing to say to people.” I said, beginning to smile as I begrudgingly climbed out of bed. “C’mon, lemme show you.” 

  “Okay!” Collector grinned, taking my hand, and I led him out of my room, and into the hallway where Odalia Blight’s post was.

  Just as expected, Odalia Blight stood in the hallway of the castle. Collector had, unfortunately, recruited her to play their- and my- mother in the big game of house that he was playing.

  “Oh Motherdalia!” I said in a sing-song voice as we approached. “Fuck you!”

  Odalia scoffed, rolling her eyes.

  “She doesn’t look happy…” Collector said unsurely.

  “She just expresses emotion weirdly.” I said, nodding definitively.

  “Oh, okay…if you say so.” he smiled. “Fuck you!”

  Odalia looked nervous, but said. “Uhm….lovely, Collector!”

  “See?” I said proudly. Collector smiled.

  Back in my room, I began to make my bed.

  “So do you have friends then?” Collector said, sitting on the ornate vanity.

  “Uh…Well, sure, I guess.” I said, putting a new pillowcase on my pillow. 

  “Like who?”

  “Y’know…uh…Hunter. And Luz, you’ve heard about her from King. And uh…Willow. I kinda had a crush on Willow to be honest.” I chuckled, running a hand through my hair. 

  (I wasn’t sure if I still did, but she was really cool.)

  (Actually I was pretty sure Hunter kinda had a crush on her too.)

  (Which was weird, because I was pretty darn sure we both also had crushes on each other…Although actually, no, that wasn’t right. ‘Crush’ did not accurately describe my feelings for Hunter, because I didn’t like him because he was cool or hot or something. I liked him because…because of everything. Because he was my partner in crime, my right-hand man, my sailormate, my go-to person ever…

  Because he was a solid half of my world. That was why I liked him.)

  (Not that it mattered, since he was in The Human Realm and I was here and I’d probably never see him again…)

  “What’s a crush? And are you crying?” said Collector, staring at me all wide-eyed and curious.

  “...Noooooo…?” I said slowly. I wiped my eyes on my pillow. There. Now I wasn’t crying!

  “And a crush is like…wanting romance with a person based on shallow things like how they look or how ‘cool’ they seem….you know? Like how Willow got a haircut and suddenly I thought ‘Oh my titan she’s so hot’ regardless of what I’d thought about her before. Or something. I dunno. I was socialized weird.” I shrugged.

  “How so?” asked Collector, swinging his feet back and forth like a schoolgirl.

  “Well….from age one to eleven I was raised by these people named Sparrow, Adam, and Nico…” I began, wringing my hands. (I chose to leave out how, incidentally, two outta three of them had been…me clones, technically.) “...Then from eleven years old to fourteen, I trained to be a scout…and then when I was fourteen, Lilith Clawthorne decided to take me under her wing…and now I’m sixteen-ish I think, and I have…uhhh Motherdalia.” I finished, cringing at ‘Motherdalia’ as if it tasted bad to say. (It kinda did.)

  “Is that weird?”

  “Kinda, yeah. For a witch, I guess.”

  “But you’re a grimwalker?” Collector asked.

  I wrinkled my nose. “Uh…yeah. Yeah, that’s true. I guess I was destined to be weird then, huh?”

  Collector bumped my shoulder against their own. “Hey, so are me and King! It’s why we all make such a great team- a titan, a grimwalker, and me!”   I really wanted to snap at them for that, but the way he looked so hopeful and childlike make me hesitate.

  “Uh…yeah. Yeah, I guess so, Collector.” I said, smiling a little.

  “We’re the coolest team ever, aren’t we?” He yawned, flopping onto me.

  “...Yeah.” I smiled half-heartedly. “I guess we are.”

  It was hard to hate the kid, I was coming to understand. Because despite all the shit he’d caused, they were, at their core, clearly just a kid. A troubled kid, sure, and one who I was still kinda mad at, but it was shifting into less of an ‘I-want-to-kill-them-dead’ kind of mad, and more into an ‘they-need-to-go-to-time-out-and-I-wanna-be-the-one-to-send-them-there’ kind of mad.

  Still…they weren’t my friend.

  I missed my friends.

  I missed Lilith, Willow, Luz, and especially Hunter. I missed Nico and Sparrow and Adam, who I remembered now mostly in full. Which was ironic, considering now none of the memories helped me find them- whatwith how the Isles were practically unrecognizable. 

  Titan I missed my friends.

*********

  “Aunt Eda!” I hissed as King and I led her down the Hallway that night.

  “Yeah kid?” Eda said amusedly, clearly not taking me very seriously.

  “You havta stop leaving, Collector still thinks you’re in beast mode.” I sighed.

  “Yeah.” King nodded. “And you know you’ll just get puppeted if he knows you’re in control…”

  A shadow passed over Eda’s face, and probably mine, too.

  It was a reminder of Lilith’s fate. She had visited me once and The Collector had seen and now-

  Now I liked to visit the Archive Room a lot more often than I did before she joined their ranks.

  Eda sighed, smiling ruefully. “I just wanted to visit Raine.”

  I winced. “...I know. …I’m sorry.” I fiddled with the dumb heart-shaped sleeve cuff on my shirt. “They’re a good witch, your Raine Whispers.”

  “Hell yeah they are.” Eda grinned.

  “They saved my life, I think. In a way.” I mused. 

  Come to think of it, I kinda owed Raine Whispers…everything. If they hadn’t reversed the effects of Terra's tea…then I’d have probably been brainwashed forever…

  Weird.

  “Sounds about right for them.” Eda smiled, ruffling my hair.

  I chuckled, shocking her off gently. “Well, I’ll leave you two to your mother-son bonding time- I’mma go to the Archive Room.”

  Eda messed with my hair a final time, before patting me on the head.

  “You’re a good kid, (L/N). I’m glad Raine saved you, however they did- tell me the story when you get back! Unless it’s boring.”

  “Thanks Aunt Eda- you got it.” I grinned, hugging her and King. “Good night guys.”

  And with a final wave to my family, I headed off to the Puppet Room.

  *******

Author's note: Guys, I am so sorry for the hiatus. A lot has changed since I started writing this book, so to be honest- for a bit there I just felt weird writing it. And bored.

  Because I started drafting this as a thirteen year old girl. And nowadays I'm driving, skateboarding, singing, and crushing on girls while being seen as just a normal teenage boy. And writing this felt like continuing to be that thirteen year old girl. ...Sometimes it still kinda does. And on top of it, I figured the ending was self explanatory, so writing it felt painfully boring. So I took an accidental hiatus, just to give myself some time to figure things out.

  And what I've figured out is that I feel bad that I haven't finished this yet. Firstly 'cause of you guys, of course, but also because...well, I cared about this project once. And y'know, I wanna see it finished too. Like I said, I've worked way too hard on this for dumb things like giving up.

  So if you guys are still there, here is the next chapter of Malleable Metals. Can I guarantee that the chapter after this will be updated quickly? No, I cannot, but I'll definitely try. Can I guarantee that it will be updated at all? Yeah. If not this week, then next week. If not then, than later. Summer's coming, I'll have more time soon- and dammit there's only two-ish chapters left according to the plot outline I wrote in middle school! 

So TL;DR- Thanks for reading. I'm a shit author, but y'know, I'm also enjoying life for the first time ever- it's pretty radical. This ride is almost over, and I am so grateful to have you with me on it. 

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[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

Frustration (Mikey Way x reader)

Kinktober day 6: Angry make-up sex 

Summary: After a friend posts a picture of (y/n) having fun with them, Mikey finds that he’s rather jealous - and his insecurity leads to an argument that can only be resolved one way. 

Word count: 1471

Warnings: silly little argument + conflicty stuff, dubious consent (like there’s no clear no, but also no clear yes - it’s just heavily suggested that our reader is fine with what’s happening) ,degradation 

“Hey, I’m home.”

When their boyfriend didn’t answer, (y/n) stuck their head around the door frame, concerned. He was sat at the kitchen table staring at his phone with a deep frown. “Mikes? Is something wrong?”

A muscle in the side of his face twitched slightly. “You went out wearing that?”

They glanced down at the very short shorts they had chosen to go out in. “Yeah. You saw me when I left… what is it, what’s up?”

He shook his head in disbelief, holding his phone out. “This.”

It showed the photo their friend had posted on Instagram earlier, one (y/n) had loved. There were eight of them crammed into a tiny booth seat at the pub, legs tangled over each others laps and arms around waists or shoulders. Everyone was dying with laughter and nobody was looking at the camera - it was the perfect semi-candid shot. “Okay, what about it?”

“You think it’s appropriate to go acting like that in public?”

They rolled their eyes at his tone. “We were out for a couple of drinks, not whoring ourselves out on street corners. And nothing I ordered had booze in, before you ask. I was just having fun. It’s hardly illegal.”

That didn’t seem to help his temper at all. “Okay, but why are you getting so… personal with people in public?”

“They aren’t just people, Mikey, they’re my friends. Why is this bothering you so much?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” He huffed sarcastically. “Maybe it’s because you’re my partner. You’re taken. You shouldn’t be out showing yourself off like you’re single.”

Their eyes narrowed. “Showing myself off? I was hardly doing that. Hell, you were invited! If you were so concerned about me having fun with people without you then you should have come along.”

“What, so I could sit there and watch you drape yourself over a whole host of random people?”

“They’re my friends!” Their jaw dropped, furious that he was being so childish. “You know, some of us are capable of making friends with people without having to scrounge them off an older sibling.”  

Something in him snapped at that dig. “Say that again. I fucking dare you.”

(y/n) snorted. “What, you think you’re all big and scary because you’re six inches taller than me? Get fucking real.” 

Suddenly they found themselves pinned against the wall, Mikey’s leg shoved between theirs and a familiar hardness pressing against their stomach as he glared down at them. “You’re gonna pay for that.” He didn’t give them the chance to respond, slamming his lips into theirs and tugging firmly at the handful of hair he’d seized. Judging by the way they moaned against his actions, he was doing the right thing.

Breaking the kiss, he manhandled them through the doorway to their bedroom. “Strip. And kneel.” 

They scoffed, arms folded. “Make me.” 

This time when he kissed them, his hand kept such a tight grip on their throat that their mind was going fuzzy from lack of blood. When he finally released them he fixed them with a glare that made their hair stand on end. 

“Next time you say no to me, I won’t touch you at all. I’ll tie you up and make you watch as I get off all by myself while you’ve got no way of doing the same. Is that what you want?” 

(y/n) shook their head, and he smirked. “That’s what I thought. Now strip.” 

They’d barely finished removing the last item of clothing when he moved to stand directly in front of them and pushed them to the floor, also totally naked himself. “Open your mouth.” 

“No.” 

“You’re really pushing your luck today, aren’t you?” He seized their chin tightly, squeezing until their mouth hung open. Scanning their face for any sign of doubt or worry - there was none - he rammed his dick into their mouth before they could talk back, groaning as they gagged a little around his length. “That’s better, putting that pretty little mouth to good use.” 

His cock hit the back of their throat over and over, and he watched as tears mixed with the saliva that trailed from the corners of their mouth. The sounds he was making were almost unholy, and despite the force he was using them with, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel their own pleasure building. They’d never been the most vanilla of couples, but this was certainly the roughest Mikey had been with them in a while. And they were loving it.

Both hands on the back of their head, he held them down so their nose brushed his pubes, ecstasy flooding through him as their warm, wet cheeks fluttered around him. “You’re my little whore, aren’t you? You belong to me. You can go out looking like a common slut for all the world to see, but only I get to see you like this. Like the needy little bitch you are.”

He let them go, listening to their choked gasps as they got used to being able to breathe properly again. It took very little effort to drag them onto the bed, spreading their legs so he could kneel between them and press himself against their entrance. They keened softly, putty in his hands as he pinned their wrists above their head.

“You keep your hands to yourself, and maybe I’ll give you what you clearly want. Huh? No touching. If you move those hands, I won’t let you cum for the next week.”

They nodded and he let go, smiling as they kept their hands in place. “So good, doing as you’re told.” Gripping their hips harshly he thrust into them, straight away moving at a punishing pace and relishing in the cracked moans his movements were pulling from their throat. He fucked them relentlessly, fingers digging into their soft skin as he dipped his head to sink his teeth into their chest.

They arched against him, still just about keeping their hands away as they struggled to speak. “I - shit, so close. Need you.”

He slowed for a second, resting his forehead against theirs as they whimpered. “Now, do you think you deserve to cum? Do you think you’ve been good enough?” 

“Please. Fuck, I can’t… please.” They became even more incoherent as he slid a hand between them, pressing his fingers against them in a way that made them squirm. “Oh God, Mikey!”

The way they cried his name so reverently was more than enough to convince him, and he started thrusting again, somehow managing to go even deeper than before. It was only a matter of moments before they were tightening around him, muscles spasming as their orgasm left them boneless.

 “Fuck, that’s it.”

Pulling out as they came down from their high, Mikey only needed to jerk himself a few times before spilling across their stomach with a groan, vaguely aware of them stroking his shoulders encouragingly as his vision greyed out. He collapsed next to them, breathing raggedly as they ran a hand through his sweaty hair. Neither of them said a word. After a couple of minutes they got up, already walking slightly stiffly as they headed for the en suite, cleaning up the mess he’d made. When they were done, they grabbed his water bottle and brought it over as a kind of peace offering, snuggling back under the covers. He took a drink and sighed, guilt sinking into his chest as he saw the beginnings of the bruises already littered across their delicate skin. 

“I’m sorry. It was a stupid thing to start a fight over.” 

(y/n) shrugged. “I mean yeah, it was. But I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have said some of the things that I did. I gotta say though, I really like your method of conflict resolution.” 

“It wasn’t too much, was it? I didn’t make you uncomfortable?” 

“You want me to be honest? Fine. Michael James Way, I think that was some of the best sex we’ve ever had.” 

He snorted, tucking an arm around their waist. “Glad to hear it. I mean it though. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. I... I just can’t help but think that you’d be happier with someone who wasn’t me. Someone more sociable, more of a party animal. Someone who isn’t worse at socialising than a nerdy seventh grader.” 

“Hey, no.” They propped themself up on an elbow so they were looking down at him. “No way. You’re the love of my life, and I need you to start believing that. Nobody compares to you. I don’t wanna imagine what my life would be like without you in it.” 

He pulled them down again for a kiss. “God, I love you so fucking much.” 

“And I fucking love you, Mikey fucking Way. No matter how much of an idiot you are.” 

[wander-wren]

lets get controversial! For the character bingo flamey beard man, Endeavor himself!

whoops

so i don’t like him. i think his redemption arc could’ve worked in another world, and i haven’t caught up on s6 yet so i don’t know exactly what he’s like at the moment, but…yeah no.

i don’t think i have to rehash all the todoroki kids’ childhoods and why that’s baaaad. we all know. i absolutely hate him for what he did to rei—talking about the mental hospital, specifically. the stuff that led to it, sure, but mostly the fact that he put her there not because she needed help (she did), but because she hurt his Precious Creation. and just leaves her there. for over a decade. no.

also, he says he wants to be a better dad and then never really does it. and look, if he was trying, he would be allowed to make mistakes. i would love to see that kind of messy complicated relationship. but i don’t, really? it feels very tell-y. everyone Says he’s trying and Says they’re starting to forgive him, but all i see is him texting shouto repeatedly and getting no response and being very angry about it (after he had to get his number from fuyumi, btw. nice boundary crossing and harassment, dude, very making amends of you. i wonder WHY your fifteen year old kid went no-contact).

i also don’t like how he acts with other people just like, in general. i’m not sure if i actually think he has a god complex but he definitely does not give off “listens to others” vibes. but he is a Good Hero, which is a very interesting. thing. to me. is duality the word?

so yeah tldr i’m not a fan but i do think dabi traumatizing his dad back is VERY funny. one time in a fic i had shouto murder him bc i thought it would be fun. i know there’s probably fics out there that give him an actually good redemption arc and that’s awesome but i do not want to read them.

god i do love shouto’s reaction to his making amends, though, even though i feel like it’s unearned. the scene where he fights the nomu and after it’s done shouto just…crouches down on the floor? idk what emotion he’s portraying but i Feel It. and the whole mess of “i hate him but he is the best person to teach me what i need to know.” and the growth of “you can train me but it’s on MY terms now.” hell yeah. while i’m on the subject i actually love all the todoroki kids’ reactions bc they’re all so different and they all make sense. i’m p sure i’m interpreting the “holds their family together” square wrong but i am. i am hugging all of the siblings + rei. and kicking endeavor into the street.

OH ONE MORE THING: i do think he’s a very interesting parallel to bakugou especially since he’s a top hero. he’s a much better hero than bakugou is, at least in the beginning, but he’s a far worse person with a worse redemption arc. i think he serves as a good warning for him. very cool

[ifhoonlvr]

Running out of time ….

// pairing , yang jungwon x gender neutral! reader

// summery , running out of time to make y/n stay. Running out of time to save her.

// warnings , attempted suicide , self harm , angst , family problems , cursing

// date , 10/19/22 - 10/23/22

// word count , 555 words.

// notes , I don’t promote any of these things , if your going through this feel free to text me :) I’m always here !!

part 2

———————

‘do it..’

‘just leave.’

‘why are you even here? You have no purpose here. Leave the earth.’

The reddish dark lines were everywhere around my body. Of course they stung. They even burned a little. It’s crazy how people can have thoughts like that. But there’s nothing you can do. Once their there. They will never go away. ever. It’s even hard to not hear them when their so loud. There yelling at you until you do something about it. And that’s we’re the illnesses comes in and stuff. Once you start, hah , you’ll never stop, believe me. I’ve tried and failed. Surprised I even stopped ..

The problems in my life can add on to it.Not having a father their in your life is hard , when your siblings hate you and your the least favorite child according to my mom and siblings. Yeah this is what I have too go through every single day of this fucking dumb life. Maybe I should just let go. Leave everything behind me and leave this earth. It’s not like anyone will care and notice , they don’t need me either way. They seem much better without me and they’ve proved the server times.

Sometimes I just wanna-

-slam-

“why are you still here? Fucking leave already damn.”

I then let out a breath. ‘How about you leave fucking bitch.’ I thought before closing the diary and placing it under my bed in a box. I then grabbed my backpack and phone before leaving the house. Or whatever it is, it’s not like they even want me their. Whatever. I’ll die soon either way. I then left the house not without of course , slamming the door shut and then I made my way to a place where hell resides with little devils inside of it.

“hey y/n !!” A voice yelled happily.

Y/n then started walking faster.

“hey- why are you walking so fast know- hey wait up!” He yelled before running a bit to catch up to the girl. Y/n then caught a glimpse of the red headed boy. ‘jungwon’ she thought with inaudible sigh. It’s not that she didn’t like him , she just rather be alone because his reputation will get ruined and people will start to not like him.

“Hi y/n ! How was your day?…’silence’.. well I hope it was good ! Mine was pretty good , I got an ‘a’ on my math test yesterday which is very good !”

Y/n then stopped walking. Jungwon then looked at her in confusion before also stopping.

“Why do you always walk with me? Yk it’s bad for your reputation”

“Oh well , I walk with you because I wanna be friends with you. And I don’t really care about my reputation.” He said with a wide smile. Which caused y/n to sigh.

“Well that’s no good for you.” Y/n said before fixing her backpack and continuing to walk. It was then jungwons time to sigh before walking behind the girl talking about random things that came up to mind.

To be honest , y/n didn’t mind. She liked the company, it’s like the care and love she never got as a kid that she yearned for. It’s just that she didn’t wanna be his friends for him to be heartbroken when she leaves the earth.

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I’m making a part 2 sometime idk when but this is apart of the Halloween one shots !

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[nezumidoll]

It's like yeah I know I was dx'd with ADD 14 years ago but still... Seeing ADHD reels on Insta/FB and going "what? That's not what everyone experience???" and also that people don't get how hard it can be to function in a society with these symptoms??

Example 1: Getting very ragey because of sensory overload at work. I know I can't have a fucking meltdown at work and I can't be aggressive or rude to people just because I can't handle noises or something. So I have to somehow just deal with being in a panic and rage while being professional. Because, you know, I want to actually have a job.

Example 2: having to do chores around the house and really really want to do them because you just hate it being Dirty and chaotic but fuck it if you can actually make yourself do it sometime soon.

Example 3: Having to try and handle being in a workplace among people who just seem to be unable to actually say what they want you to do and by when. You ask "okay, so how many of x should I do and when does it need to be done?" and your co-workers reply "oh, do somewhere around x to y amount and it would be good if you can do it sometime soon" and you keep asking for specifics and they just don't give you specifics and then you have to deal with trying to do something without proper fucking instructions or a deadline and it stresses you out and either you don't start the task until you get the clear answer or you do the y amount as quickly as humanly possible and then find out you nearly stressed yourself out when there was no rush and they didn't really need it or they wanted something else. Like damn, tell me what I need to do and I will do it. You just gotta tell me.

Example 4: please do not ask me to take meeting minutes. I can't listen and write at the same time. I will get distracted or miss things or just be too stressed out worrying about not writing the right thing to actually pay attention.

Example 5: I will remember a lot of random things but fucking hell I will not remember your birthday. Maybe not your name the first 5 times we meet. Hell, I forget my own siblings' birthdays. I might remember that one time you talked about F1 though.

Example 6: In a hyperfocus state I will probably do 3 peoples work in one day. without working overtime. However, if my brain says no, it's damned hard to get it done and it will probably be at a regular/slow persons speed. I am productive if I have enough on my plate to be stimulating, and probably not very productive if there is too little stimulation.

I have more examples. But those are the big ones, I guess. Socializing is hard, managing work and stuff at home is hard. Not because I am lazy or willfully obtuse or something. It is fucking tiresome. AD(H)D is not an excuse. It is not a trendy dx.

Repeat after me: a psychiatric disorder is something that cause distress and impairment of important areas of functioning.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[cavefairy]

oh boy yall picked that one huh (this poll :3)

so !!!! the idea was based on my drive home after work every weekend, since i get off at like 1130ish every friday/saturday (always got me on closing shifts, i am constantly Very Eepy). windows down, music blasting thru a karaoke speaker on the floor of my passenger seat (my radio is ass and has no bluetooth/aux cord), drivin fast n theres no streetlights, just woods and sometimes the occasional car headed the opposite way. man. hits mf DIFFERENT. anyways.

so yeah i was like 'huh yeah im sleepy, i dont wanna drive. what if the sille goobers were with me. what if one was driving and the other was makin snarky comments from the backseat. and what if i (or a y/n. whatever) was just like. laid over dozing off on the sillie guy in the backseat. what then.' and yeaahhhhhhhh so i started writing when i got home. and then. forgot abt it lmao

was trying out the comic sans trick. where you write in comic sans and dont go back and edit until later and now that im looking back my spelling errors annoy the hell out of me but i dont wanna fix em and then really never touch this again bc if theres mistakes then i know ill have to come back to fix them and then ill be compelled to write more and yeah. im lying to myself. im not gonna finish this lmao

sidenote. hc that sun listens to almost exclusively disney music. and subjects anyone in the car with him to his carefully curated all time favorite disney songs playlist.

yes the little car mentioned is exactly what i drive atm. im saving for a new one. lil piece of shit car /aff (the old spiteful bitch is a 1997 and we have owned her for about 5 years. i started driving on this car. my older sibling used it as a practice car. my younger sister is supposed to start using it after i get a new one. man.)

how do the 8-10 ft tall jesters fit into a car that my three younger sisters hardly fit in around my school stuff ? who knows. clown car magic maybe.

[butterfluffy]

Hey hey hey! I saw the last slot is still on sooo I have a request! Could I get 🍨 with Eustass Kid? The reader is gn and they are the oldest sibling out of the ASL sibs and they met up with Luffy during the Sabaody arc. They fight alongside with the 3 and stuff. But! Here's the catch; reader knows Kid since he first set sail and accompanied him for some time before going off on their own. Thank you!~

“we're not dating, well, yet!”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· reuniting with your friend, eustass kid, and your youngest brother, luffy—a question went out of the boy's mouth, “are you two dating?”

⠀⠀➧ r. fluff | eustass kid × gn!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ prompt: (🍨 | “we're not dating!” · “yet.”)

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! mistakes and swearing may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to “i'm in love with you!” confession event made to celebrate this account reaching 300+ followers! visit it to see my other works on this special!

reqested by: anonymous — i posted a fic that is like this too for the previous event, ahshahshs. v fun to write. (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

It was definitely unexpected for you to see your youngest brother on Sabaody, moreover seeing him punch a Celestial Dragon and bringing multiple marines in the island together with an admiral.

But what's even more shocking is that your former accomplice is here too. And that is no one other that the greatest trouble maker of the so-called “Worst Generation,”

Eustass “Captain” Kid.

“What a shock, you're here too, Kid!” You said with a chuckle as you fight some marines that went attacking you for taking part in beating the Celestial Dragons in the human auction house, as Kid frowned upon seeing you.

“Am I not allowed to be here, hah, Y/n?” He growled, standing beside you with his hand up in the air, using his devil fruit abilities to snatch the weapons of his enemies while you shook your head no, proceeding to fight alongside him once again after so long.

“Whoah, Y/n, Y/n, you know jaggy?” Luffy asks out of curiosity, joining in the conversation you and Kid are having, ignoring the marines who are trying to shoot him down.

“Ah, yes, I know this guy very well, Luffy~” You cooed, wiggling your brows as you embraced Kid all of a sudden, causing him to freeze. “Y/n—you, l-let go of me, damn it!!”

“Y/n-ya, Eustass-ya, I don't think this is the time to be flirting around, since the marines are about to greet us with their canons and guns.” Trafalgar Law sneers, causing Kid to blow a fuse mid-fight.

“OI! We're not flirting!! And... Y-Y/n, you shithead! S..Stop being clingy as fuck!” Kid growls, stammering and blushing as if he was a teenage boy who got noticed by his crush..

“Oh Kid, you're still such a tsundere, haha! But okay, I'll let go of you for the meantime since these marines are gonna kill us if we don't beat them to it.” Releasing the red head from your embrace, you then sent him a wink before clashing with some marines.

“Strawhat-ya, your sibling seems to be so close with Eustass-ya. Are they together or something?” Law questions, noticing the relationship you and Kid have as Luffy tilt his head to the side.

“Mhm.. Wait, let me ask,” Dashing to where you're at, Luffy then popped the question with a loud exclaim, “Y/n! Are you and jaggy dating!!?”

“Eh?” You blinked, looking at Kid who is now a blushing mess, taking his anger and embarrassment on the marines before he shouted, “WE'RE NOT DATING!!!”

“Ehhhh!? You two are not dating!!!?” The boy with a strawhat boomed as you snickered.

“Well, yet! We're not yet dating!” You gushed as Kid gasped at your words, head immediately turning to you, “The hell..!?”

“Ah, Kid! Once we get out of this island, let's date, yeah?” You suggested, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly by your confession that stunned the red head. “W-WHAT—F..FUCK YOU!!”

“Okay, I'll take that as a yes, and, love you!!” Sending him a flying kiss, Kid sighed and calmed himself down, whispering a small “Love you too,” with a smile on his face...

© butterfluffy 2022

[alyswritings]

Girl in the Chair

Request: saw a post regarding this and now i can't get this out of my mind: how about a teen!cousin sister!reader x ag!peter parker fic where she's may and ben's daughter so they're basically raised together and one day she finds out about him being spidey and then starts helping him out with little stuff (like making silly excuses for his absence at home and patching him up)?

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x cousin!reader

Summary: Y/N helps Peter keep his secret identity.

Warnings: swear words, kind of angsty ig, some fluff

a/n: thank you for the request! yes, i did get the whole "person in the chair" thing from tom's spider-man. hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Y/N was the closest thing that Peter had to a sibling. She was only four years old when Peter's parents left, only two years younger than him. Even before he had to move in with them, they were still very close and each other's best friends.

After Peter's parents disappeared and he permanently moved in, they ended up growing closer and they did practically everything together. They were there for each other through all of the hard times.

When Ben died, it destroyed both of them. For the first few days, they comforted each other, but after that Peter started getting distant and he was almost never home.

Currently, Y/N is lying on Peter's bed, her hair hanging off the end of it. She's on her phone, waiting for him to get home, though she doesn't really expect him to get back.

The window opens and Y/N looks over, watching as Spider-Man climbs in the window. Her eyes widen and her jaw drops as she watches him come through the window. Spider-Man drops to his feet and takes the mask off only to reveal Peter making Y/N's eyes practically pop out of her socket.

"Oh, my God!" She yells, sitting up. Peter jumps about a foot in the air, finally noticing her.

"Y/N." Peter says heavily. "He-- uh, hey. What's, uh... what's up, sis-cuz?" He awkwardly laughs.

"You're Spider-Man!" Y/N gasps.

"What?!" Peter's voice raises a few octaves. "I-- no. No, no, I... I'm not."

"Then what the hell are you wearing?" Y/N asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh..." Peter looks down at the suit. "Um... I... school play?"

"You go to a science school, genius." Y/N remarks.

"Uh... well, what the hell are you doing in my room anyway?" Peter asks, locking his bedroom door.

"You promised we'd watch Harry Potter, remember? And despite you not keeping a single promise the past couple of weeks, I was still holding out a little hope." Y/N explains.

"Okay. Right. We can watch it now." Peter says.

"Oh, who cares about wizard children right now. You're Spider-Man." Y/N states.

"Okay, okay, fine! Yes! I am Spider-Man!" Peter hisses.

"What the hell?" Y/N asks.

"I-- it's a long story." Peter says.

"What, because I'm so busy?" Y/N scoffs.

"Look, you... you can't tell anybody. All right, nobody. Not a single soul. Not even Aunt May." Peter says.

"You want me to lie to my mom?" Y/N asks.

"Like you've never lied to her before?" Peter retorts, knowing full well that she has.

"Well, yeah, on my own accord." Y/N says. "Why can't I tell anybody?" Y/N asks.

"Because then they know who it is, and I... I don't want that. Who knows what kind of attention or-or danger that could bring." Peter says.

"Danger to who?" Y/N asks.

"Me. Us." Peter says.

"When did this happen?" Y/N asks.

"I... I might've snuck into Oscorp one day... trying to find stuff out about my parents. I snuck into a lab that had genetically altered spiders and one kind of, you know, bit me. And I woke up and could do stuff."

"When did you decide to start using the powers?" Y/N asks. "Once you learned how to control them, at least. Assuming you didn't have instant control."

"Look, can we just talk about this later? I don't... I'm not in the mood." Peter says.

"Oh, come on. I just found out you've been Spider-Man, you're gonna make me lie to everybody, you've been keeping this secret and God knows how many more from me, and you want me to let it go?"

"Okay, okay. After... after Uncle Ben, I... I started to look for the robber who-- who, you know..." He doesn't really want to say it.

"Who killed my father, yeah." Y/N forces a pained smile. "Go on."

"I... and I started trying to find the one that did it. And at some point I made the suit and-and the web shooters and I became Spider-Man and... well, I'm still looking for the robber, but I'm also now Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. Fighting crime. With no true identity."

"You know my dad wasn't your fault, right?" Y/N asks.

"He was out looking for me, so--"

"Pete..."

"Rather it was my fault or not, I'm finding the guy that killed him, okay?!" Peter snaps.

"You're also putting yourself in danger. Especially going after the guy." Y/N argues.

"Well, you and Aunt May were pretty broken up that night. I can't... I can't just let him live with it." Peter says.

"You're gonna kill him?" Y/N asks.

"I'll probably just turn him in." Peter says.

"You're a dumbass." Y/N says.

"Just promise me you won't tell anybody." Peter pleads.

"Fine. I promise." Y/N says.

"Pinky." Peter holds his pinky out.

"Really?" She asks.

"You're the one who started it." Peter counters. Y/N rolls her eyes, but links her pinky with his. "Just don't die on me, please."

"I won't." Peter assures. "So... Harry Potter?"

"No. No, uh... I think I'm just gonna... stay in my room tonight. See you tomorrow... or whenever." Y/N says, unlocking the door and leaving.

- - -

A few days later, Peter gets home from school, immediately greeted by May.

"Where were you last night?" She asks.

"Wha-- where was I?" Peter asks.

"Yes. Yes, where were you?" May repeats the question.

"I, um... I, uh--"

"He was up on the roof. You know, how we always used to sneak up there as kids." Y/N says, quickly walking up.

"Right. Right. Yeah... yeah, I was... I was there." Peter nods.

"Wha-- why?" May asks.

"He got too hot in his room. And he lost track of time and fell asleep." Y/N says.

"I-- just don't do it again." May says.

"Got it." Peter says.

May looks between the two before just sighing and leaving, shaking her head muttering under her breath.

"The roof?" Peter mumbles.

"What, because it's too much of a lie? We used to do that all the time." Y/N says.

"Yeah, but... still, really?" Peter asks.

"Come on." Y/N grabs his arm, dragging him to his room. Y/N shuts and locks the door. "Okay, so I've been thinking and I'm gonna help you."

"help me with what?" Peter asks.

"Being Spider-Man." Y/n says.

"What?" Peter chuckles.

"Yeah." Y/N nods.

"No. No, no. I'm... you don't have any, you know, powers or anything." Peter says. "And I'm not taking you straight into danger."

"Not like that. Just like... you know, I can lie for you. Make up excuses when mom asks where you are. Or-or help you with injuries. Surely, you get hurt... which makes me feel worse about this whole Spider-Man thing, but, uh, you know. Or if you need help figuring something out."

"I can make my own excuses." Peter says.

"Yeah, but you suck at them." Y/N says.

"Wha-- no I don't." Peter frowns.

"You told mom you were fixing my bike one time." Y/N says.

"Yeah, and?" Peter asks, not seeing the issue.

"I haven't had a bike since I was twelve." Y/N says.

"I thought it was good." Peter mumbles.

"Yeah, maybe if I still had a bike." Y/N says. "Oh! And I can help you make more web fluid shooting things."

"You're failing science." Peter reminds.

"Because you have no time to help me and the tutors at my school are assholes." Y/N retorts. "And fine, not that, but everything else."

"Y/N..." Peter sighs.

"Oh, come on. I wouldn't even have to leave my room for any of it. It's like... like I'm your, uh... oh! Your girl in the chair." Y/N grins.

"Girl in the chair?" Peter echoes.

"Yeah!" Y/N nods.

"Okay, if it's... just stuff like that... which can be done from inside the house... then, fine." Peter agrees making Y/N grin.

- - -

As time went on, Y/N continued to make up excuses for why Peter wouldn't be somewhere, but always making sure they were excuses that didn't sound dangerous. She helped him with whatever injuries he got, quickly becoming skilled in the patching up process.

Y/N is sitting in her room and staring at her science homework with the most confused expression on her face.

"Y/N? Honey?" Her mother knocks on the door before opening it. "Sweetie, do you know where Peter is?"

"Oh, he's, um... he's... I wanted some ice cream. So I made him go get it." Y/N says.

"You made him get it?" May asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, I mean, I am a teenage girl in the 21st century. It's... it's dangerous out there. He offered, as well." Y/N says.

"Oh... okay. Just... let me know when he gets back. I'll be in my room." May says.

"Got it." Y/N nods, smiling at her mom. May softly smiles at her before leaving, shutting the door behind her.

"That one was actually pretty good." Y/N mutters.

A few minutes later, there's a knock on Y/N's window. She looks over, finding Peter in his Spider-Man suit, but she can see his face, able to spot the multiple cuts on his face.

"Oh, my God!" She exclaims, rushing to the window. She unlocks it, pushing it open. "What the hell happened to your face?" She asks as he climbs in.

"Nice to see you, too." Peter sarcastically smiles.

"Your chest is bleeding." Y/N points out.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know." Peter says.

"Y/N?" They hear May call out. "Honey, you all right?"

"Yes!" Y/N yells, rushing to the door. Peter hides in the closet as the door starts to open, Y/N quickly getting there, stopping her mom from opening it any further. "Yeah. Yes. I'm... I'm great."

"Why were you yelling?" May asks.

"Oh, I was just... I finally understood something in science." Y/N says.

"Oh. That's great, darling." May smiles.

"Yep." Y/N smiles.

"Okay. Keep it up." May says.

"Will do." Y/N says, watching her mom walk off. She sighs, shutting the door and putting a chair in front of it to block it. She turns to Peter who walks out of the closet.

"That might be your stupidest lie yet." Peter teases.

"You know, disinfectant stings. And I'm gonna be the one holding it." Y/N says.

"Sorry." Peter quickly says.

"Yeah." Y/N nods. "Bed." Peter sits on her bed and Y/N gets the first aid kit out of her desk. Y/N grabs her desk chair and puts it in front of Peter and sits on it. She puts the kit next to him and starts cleaning up the injuries on his face. She finishes with his face.

"Okay... take the top part of your suit off." Y/N orders.

"What?" Peter asks.

"I need to clean the wound on your chest. Unless you'd like to continue bleeding." Y/N says.

"I... it'll heal soon. What's the point?" Peter says.

"Pete, I'm your cousin, I've seen you shirtless before." Y/N says. "it's not a big deal."

"Fine." Peter grumbles, taking the top part of his suit off, letting it fall onto the bed. Y/N starts to clean the cut, Peter hissing in pain at the disinfectant. He squirms a little in discomfort.

"Stop being a baby." Y/N chides. Peter quietly mocks her. Y/N presses the cloth with disinfectant harder on his chest, making him let out a quiet cry of pain.

"Ow! God, Y/N. Jesus!" He whispers, pushing her hand away.

"I warned you to watch what you say." Y/N says. She continues to clean his wound.

"I have a question." Peter says.

"What?" Y/N asks.

"Why do you do this?" Peter asks.

"Do what?" Y/N asks.

"Help me." Peter says.

"Why would I not?" Y/N asks.

"You just didn't seem... you know, super supportive of the whole thing." Peter says.

"Well... I figured if you're gonna be brave and stupid, I'd be stupid with you." Y/N says.

"Cool." Peter mumbles. "You're brave, too."

"Well, I'm not the one fighting crime, am I?" Y/N retorts.

"Yeah, but you don't have to be... you know, a cop or-or another sort of crime fighter or something to be brave." Peter says.

"Well, thanks." Y/N mumbles. "There. Done."

"Thank you." Peter tells her.

"Help me with science homework?" Y/N hopefully asks.

"Fine." Peter lightly rolls his eyes.

Peter went to change into pajamas while Y/N sits back at her desk and puts the first aid kit up. Peter soon returns and grabs a chair, sitting next to her.

"What do you not get?" Peter asks.

"Everything." Y/N states.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse

[almanacrat]

Friend of a Friend (part 2)

Ethan Nestor x femReader

warnings: just swearing

-

Back at Mark’s house, Mark and Ethan were getting ready to plan out their next video. They sat at the kitchen table, computers open and brains running.

“Did you enjoy Comic Con Eth?” Mark asked.

“Yeah, I loved it! I met a lot more fans than I thought I would. Oh- and I met this super cool girl who was there!” Ethan rambled.

“Did she have black hair?” Mark inquired in faux interest.

“Yeah.”

“And was she wearing a Friday the 13th shirt with black boots?”

“Yes! That’s the one!” Ethan exclaimed with a broad smile, “You saw her too?”

“Yeah, she's my sister!” Mark raised his voice as he broke the news.

“What? You don't... You don't have a sister.” Ethan wore a confused smile on his face.

“I have two siblings, right?”

“Yeah?”

“One brother. One sister.” 

“You're messing with me. You would've introduced me to her by now.”

“You want proof?” Mark challenged.

Ethan nodded, prompting Mark to pull out his phone and show multiple family photos with Y/n in them. Ethan’s jaw hung ajar as he recognized the girl from the convention. 

“Why haven't you introduced us? She’s so cool!” Ethan stammered.

“Because I have to protect her.”

“From me? Mark, please? I’m not gonna kill her, I’m practically harmless.” Ethan threw his arms in the air, knocking his plastic cup off the table. “Okay, that was an accident.” He defended.

“Let’s drop it.” 

Later that night, Mark got a text from Y/n.

                                                    Sister Y/n

I got you something at CC today!! You better like it or else... 😈

                                                                                             Ooh! What is it?

It’s a surprise

Also I met THE Ethan Nestor today at comic con

                                                                                                       So I heard

                                                             My worst nightmare has come true

                                                        Also not fair! I want to know what it is

Does he know now?? 

You'll see what it is when you get it🙄

                                    Unfortunately, yes. Give it to me on Saturday bc I                                   

                                                                                          will be home then

Does this mean I can meet him?? again????

But like for real instead of coincidentally????

                                                                                                           Hell no

But Markyyyyyy :( 

Please?

                                                                                                                  No 

Then you aren't getting your gift

                                                                                    Bro that’s so unfair😑

Not letting me meet Ethan is unfair

Can I pleeeeeeaaaase meet him

                                                         Why do you wanna meet him so bad?

he’s funny 

                                                                                          I’ll think about it...

Progress!!!!!!

Mark groaned as he set his phone down, rubbing his face with his hand.

“Whats wrong, honey?” Amy asked as she sat next to Mark on the couch.

“Y/n just texted. She wants to meet Ethan now.”

“Mark, I know you’re very concerned about Y/n, but what harm is going to come from her and Ethan meeting?” Amy began to rub his arm, hoping he would be less stressed.

“I don't know, but I wouldn't want to find out.”

“Mark, Ethan is one of your best friends. You would know is he had bad intentions, and I think it’s obvious he doesn't. Just think about it, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I love you Amy.” 

“I love you too, Mark.”

A few weeks passed, and Ethan kept hinting at wanting to meet Y/n. He wanted to beg Mark, but didn't want to push it. Y/n knew she could push it, though. Every phone call they shared involved her asking if he had decided yet, to which Mark would tell her that his decision was no. This didn't deter Y/n, but it made her a feel like she was treading water. She felt like she was getting no where, but all her moments of bugging Mark had started to work. Mark mulled over the idea, and figured that his friends would have to meet Y/n at some point, but he wasn't going to plan for them to meet. 

“Okay, so there's been a change of plans.” Mark announced when he approached the table where Tyler and Ethan sat. “Sean has had some family stuff come up and he has to fly home early, so he won't be able to be in the video with us tomorrow.”

“What?” Tyler sighed.

“Nooo.” Ethan protested.

“I know it sucks.” Mark spoke.

“Who’s gonna fill in for him?” Tyler asked.

“Not a clue. Do you guys have any ideas?” Mark took a seat leaning his head on his hand.

The three of them sat in silence, brainstorming who would be fun and who was in town, then Ethan had an idea, but it was a longshot. His eyes widened as he sat straight up.

“What have you got, Ethan?” Mark inquired.

“Mark...” Ethan pleaded, and Mark immediately knew what he was implying.

“No. No way.”

“Mark, please? We don't have anyone else and you'll be here the whole time so nothing will happen.” Ethan reasoned.

“Ethan, no. Tyler, do you have any ideas?” Mark ignored Ethans disheartened face and puppy dog eyes, switching his focus to Tyler who looked confused as all hell.

“I mean, I was thinking about Wade but he’s out of town. I got no one.” Tyler responded, shrugging. 

“God dammit.” Mark sighed, slowly returning his defeated gaze to Ethan, making him perk up and eyes grow wide with hope. “You win, Ethan. I’ll go call her.” Mark stood up and pushed his chair in, grabbing his phone.

“Are you serious? Oh my god! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!” Ethan sprang up from his chair and wrapped his arms tightly around Mark, who just patted him on the back and rolled his eyes.

“Only because it’s our last option.” Mark said as he removed Ethans arms from around himself.

Mark disappeared into his room to call Y/n. Meanwhile, Ethan was overflowing with joy and excitement, explaining everything to Tyler.

-

For the people who asked for a part two: @busybeingtrash @kat-sukis-hoe @nyx2021 

should I turn this into a mini series?

[moemoemammon]

(Two things, 1. This is my first time requesting so I'm sorry if this is not the thing to do it, and 2. Sorry if somethings is misspelled or grammatically incorrect, eng is not my first language:p)

May I request some of the bros, specially Mammon, Luci and Satan, with a MC who's similar to Lucifer in some aspects (like, some of their manners are the same as his and sometimes they're little bit too strict) and after a while they discover that its bc MC is also an older sibling. And (only if you want) meeting their younger sibling, please 🙏

Btw love your works ♡♡♡

Lucifer Number 2~

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

It doesn't occur to Lucifer how similar the two of you are, but the first thing he realizes is how pleasant conversations with you can be. You both share common interests, your tastes suit his own, and you seem to be the only competent person in this house.

You're the responsible type, and he likes it. He'll sometimes find you scolding his brothers for their behavior too, and as amusing of a sight as that may be, he doesn't want you to be burdened with their idiocy.

AND you're the eldest sibling in your household? Cheers to that. You too know the weight of being the responsible oldest, and the role one must take to ensure their siblings grow up well. You too know that you'd rather your siblings have things easier than you did.

But there's one thing he finds annoying... You can NEVER speak your feelings, and act as if it’d kill you to do so. He can respect secrecy when it's appropriate, but Lucifer would like to know what's on your mind. Not only that, but you can be HORRIBLY headstrong. There's nothing that can stray you away from what you've already decided.

"MC, I request that you take a few days off from school to do as you please. I've already spoken with Diavolo and your professors, and you've been given an excuse. I know you'll study anyway, so I've dropped off your assignments in your room. But... you should rest. It isn't good for you to be pushing yourself so hard. Hm? You're calling me a hypocrite?"

Mammon

As if one Lucifer wasn't enough. Now there's TWO of em?! Why's his luck gotta be so lousy!

Definitely the first to realize how much like Lucifer you are, and was SHOOK. Seriously, what gives?! What horrors exist in the human world that could've made you like THAT..?

Ever since you showed up, it's been impossible to get away with anything! He can't sneak out of the house because you're always there somehow, you tattle on him when you catch him leaving anyone's room, and you won't even let him copy your homework! What gives?!

Avoids you like the plague. You're no fun! There's only rare moments when you're kinda okay, and he likes those the best. The times when you're kinda sensitive and you'll drop the high and mighty act. But then you're back to being a pest!

"For the billionth time, I ain't got time to study! There's money to be made, and a guy like me ain't gonna waste a second lookin' at a dumb book when I could be- H-Huh?! You're gonna call Lucifer?! N-now, there's no need to be so hasty, right? Oi!! I'm sorry, damn it-!"

Levi

What's the deal with Lucifer number two? As comedic of a trope as that may be, Levi doesn't really care for having two nagging types in the house. Especially a human...

When you're in his room, all you do is nitpick about how he should tidy up and open a window! Don't you know that an otaku's room is his pride and joy?! It's a sacred space not to be trampled on by the opinions of a normie!!!

But still... he has to admit that even if you don't get all the stuff he's talking about, you at least try to understand it. And there are even some of his interests that you're genuinely invested in!

You might be a pain in the neck and harass him about annoying things, but he guesses he can deal with it if you'll actually sit through a TSL marathon with him...

"I-I'll lend you this manga, so make sure you read it! And when you're finished with that, I'll lend you the spin-off series by the author's brother! I know you'll like it, since you're interested in gritty stuff. Oh, and- Huh? My laundry? Y-yeah.... I'll do that.."

Satan

You are... surprisingly good company. Satan enjoys talking to you over afternoon tea, and the two of you share stories between one another.

But still, he can't shake the feeling that there's something... unpleasantly familiar about your personality. It isn't until you say something that sounds suspiciously similar to what Lucifer would say that he realizes who you remind him of. And oh, he hates it.

Tries playing pranks on you, but somehow they never go to plan. How that is is beyond him, but you never fall for anything! No matter how sweet his smile, you're always rightfully suspicious. You're annoyingly meticulous about checking your surroundings, and you're so aware of yourself that it's troublesome! Be more gullible!!

The king of petty has decided that its now his life goal to make you fall for at least one of his pranks. He doesn't care how elaborate he has to make it, or how unrewarding the payoff may be. He'll make you pay for seeing his brother in two places at once.

"MC, would you like to join me this afternoon for a book reading? Though, I'd love it if you could read this book in particular. I think you'll find it very-.... Hm? 'Isn't this the cursed book that makes you grow hair all over your body', you ask? Ahaha.... tch."

Asmo

Come now, there can't be TWO killjoys in the house! That's way too depressing!! It was funny at first to see that there's someone who can match the scary Lucifer's energy, but now it's becoming a nuisance!

You won't even go to the countless parties he's invited you to! Hell, you barely even give yourself room to mess around a little? Isn't it boring being so tightly wound? You're in luck, because the adorable Asmo-chan knows the PERFECT way to let loose~

You'll RARELY let him close to you, and that's usually when you're tired of him harassing you. Then he gets the honor of playing with your hair while you've got no energy to fight back! He'll style it wonderfully for you!

Also nags you to take better care of yourself. You're not a demon, so you have to care for your health! These late night study sessions are giving you bags under your eyes! And stop taking on so many extracurricular activities!

"Geez, MC! I didn't think you'd die from overworking, but that's the path you're headed on! You really are like Lucifer, you know? That being said, I'll do my best to make sure you relax! Shall we begin~?"

Beel

Beel may not be too bothered by Lucifer's strictness, but that doesn't mean he's immune to it. To think that even a human can be like that...

It's nice to see that you can take care of yourself, but aren't you working too hard? Your grades are good and you've got many interesting talents, but you also have to properly rest.

Has started bringing you snacks on the regular. And don't even think about skipping meals, because he won't allow it. He'll literally pick you up and bring you to the table if he has to. And if you're staying up late to study? He'll carry you to bed. Don't try to protest.

Beel is your babysitter now and there's nothing you can do about it. It's good to be responsible, but don't think about trying to take care of everyone else if you can't care for yourself. Now eat these twelve meat buns he bought for you.

"MC, let's eat lunch together. I know you were going to skip because I heard you talking to Solomon earlier, and I won't let you. Ah, don't worry about not having money, because I've already bought you some lunch. Let's eat in the courtyard."

Belphie

NO.... IT CAN'T BE... THIS HAS TO BE A NIGHTMARE....HE WANTS TO WAKE UP....

You're such a drag. You harass him to attend student council meetings, but him about his studies, and won't let him avoid a single obligation he has. What are you, his mother?

Has 100% joined forces with Satan to try to make you fall for many, many unsuccessful pranks. Are you curse proof or something? When he tried a '10 hour bed-head' spell on you, it just rebounded right to him! Then he found out that you'd borrowed a spell repelling amulet from Solomon and realized just how prepared you are...

When you aren't bothering his entire soul by trying to make him do things, you're actually nice to talk to. You're knowledgeable, you pay attention to the people around you, and you can always read a room. He likes to ask you for advice sometimes.

"Aren't you tired of being like that all the time? So... attentive, I mean. You should just take a nap some time. Or better yet, take the week off. Maybe I'll teach you how to properly relax? Then you might finally be able to take that stick out of your- ow... What're you hitting me for?"