#sorry for blowing up ur notification guys

[clownleys]

I'm a long time follower and I love your blog, I'm happy to see you again on my dash <33

Would you give a shoutout to a few of your fav mutuals and spread positivity too? <3

darling, this made me feel so happy and warm inside, you have no idea! how long have you been around? 👀 i love all my mutuals dearly, so i can't choose any faves. but i do want to appreciate the people that make me smile here everyday, so i'll give a shoutout to those who i see regularly in my notes or interact with, both mutuals and followers (including you, dearie!!) in the order of appearance: you dear!, @tikitikitu, @nicenightmare13, @cryolyst, @alexrrr, @cononeillbreastingboobily, @cantputitintowords, @mudalchemy, @anon 💋, @violetwreck, @very-authorized-author, @witchwhaat, @chaoticjuless, @way-to-go-lad, @voidistooshortforausername, @livy-doll, @eucatlyptus, @essaytime, @maurice-a-novel, @antea21, @thriceandonce, @holi-holy, @knifebun, @kli-kli, @pointlesshroom, @atencjuszka, @trevoristhemandarin, @pinkie-satan, @svantetic, @ichithecupcake, @chleby-i-ksiezyce, @iorwethh, @soraaiame, @glompto, @spiremire, @ocaenvvaves, @fangable, @warczacy, @svantetic, @chleby-i-ksiezyce, @yukinojou, @neutron-stars-collision, @a-lost-little-eevee, @sadchtulhu, @youre-you-i-am-me.....

alright im pretty sure i broke some sorta limit bc it won't tag people anymore? so anyway! here's a tiny portion of the people i really love on here! 💕

[hoseokieswrld]

STILL DON’T KNOW MY NAME | JJK (M)

CHAPTER TWO:

Pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader

Summary: In which a video game streamer, Jeon Jungkook, finds- and is intrigued by - an account that writes nsfw fanfiction about him and decides to send them a private message. He still doesn't know your name.

Genre: smut, pwp, internet strangers to lovers

Category: three-shot

Collab with: @dollfaceksj -> her masterlist

WARNINGS: sexting, explicit sexual content, strong language, pornography, cybersex, exchanging in nude photos, hidden identities. mentions of porn, masturbation (male and female), usage of sex toys, saliva (cus i like it messy🤭), mentions of pubes, cum (lots if it hehe), mentions of blow jobs, dirty talk.

total word count: 6.3k. masterlist previous next part

Two days.

Two post-horny days since Jungkook has sent you that dm…that you have yet to reply to. Why did I even send that? Get it together and stop being so fucking horny all them damn time. Jungkook mentally scolds himself. He quickly pushes you out of his mind, remembering he has bigger fish to fry than worry about a dumb Twitter reply. 

That day, Jungkook goes to the grocery store, desperately needing to stock up on a few things since he hasn’t eaten a proper meal in almost a week, living off of spicy buldak ramen and doritos. He continues his errands by dropping Bam off at his doggy camp for the week, still needing to be trained a bit more, which also gives Jungkook quiet time to clean his house and edit videos. 

Jungkook sits at his desk editing a few videos he took from his last stream to post onto his Twitter and Instagram. Recently, a lot of his followers have been begging him to make a TikTok account, but Jungkook doesn’t see much appeal in that. Maybe in the future, but it's a no for now. 

Jungkook finishes his to-do list a little earlier than usual, which gives him time to relax a bit. And by relax, he means starting a live stream for his followers. He gets to his set up, angling the camera at his chair making sure his desk was clean except for a water bottle. He sits down and tweets out he’s going to be streaming in ten minutes. His followers immediately retweet it and all the replies are begging him to play COD again. How could he reject that?

“What's up guys? Missed me?” Jungkook giggles when he sees the chat blow up with non stop comments. Jungkook also may have forgotten to mention he cut his hair.

kookphoric: U CUT UR HAIR???

Jeonjjjjk: omggg ur hair is so short lol

Jungkookieswrld: how do u look so sexy with long and short hair??

“Haha yeah, the hair was a last minute decision. ‘Omg your hair is so short-’ oh c’mon, you guys are being dramatic, it's not even that short! I still have a mullet…sort of. It's just trimmed, but I also got an undercut. Do you guys like it?”

Kookiejjar: its rlly nice!!

elikoo: i like your long hair a lot but this is still cute

Ashln00: idc what ur hair looks like i still wanna fck LOL

“Haha thanks, I guess? Let's start the stream! Been waiting all day to play with-” Jungkook is cut off by the sound of his phone going off. He grabs it, running his hand through his hair, wanting to silence it, when he sees the notification:

[Twitter] _elicticmoonl1ght sent you a message!

Jungkook feels like someone kicked him in the chest, knocking the breath out of him. You reply to his message all of a sudden during the stream? He notices he hasn’t seen your username and comments in the chat at all like you usually are. Jungkook shakes his head remembering he’s still streaming, and he can’t let something unserious and silly like this distract him. 

“U-uhm sorry guys, thought someone was calling me. Nevermind that, let's just start the game now.” Jungkook stutters, being a little flustered, subtly putting his phone on do not disturb as he slips on his headset, pushing the thoughts of you out of his mind. Jungkook finally begins playing and interacting with his followers, the thought of you slowly being pushed to the back of his mind. He’ll deal with you later.

It's been 2 hours, and Jungkook is playing his last round for the night before he ends his stream. 

“Fucking finally passed this level. I’ve been playing for 2 fucking hours and I just finished this part. You guys are good, but not that good. Just kidding, I’m kidding.” Jungkook laughs while the chat blows up congratulating and laughing with him.

“Thanks for playing with me guys, as always. I’m gonna end the stream now. Love you guys and goodnight!” Jungkook waves and smiles brightly as the comments bid him a goodbye. And with that he ends the streams. Jungkook is happy and laughing, today's stream was especially fun and his followers were so funny. 

Mindlessly, Jungkook picks up his phone to check the time and his emails. His smile quickly drops when he sees the notification from you again. Don’t be a pussy, Jungkook. It's just a random person on the internet, damnit. He hesitantly and nervously clicks on the notification, which logs him into his burner account and straight to your dms.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

hiii! sorry i haven't been active here in a few days, got super busy lolll

 i haven't opened any dm requests yet but i'm so glad u enjoy my writings! 

and maybe you'll just have to find out and see urself baby ;)

Jungkook can feel his cock stir in his pants. Find out and see for himself? And you called him baby? Well shit,. Jungkook wasn’t going to answer you since you hadn’t replied in a while…but he can’t help himself anymore. He’s been anticipating this since he’s found your page.

Ian_97:

You're harsh. How long do you wanna make me wait?

Jungkook slightly cringes sending the message. He isn't the type of guy to chase someone, so it feels weird begging for some attention from someone he doesn’t know. Especially on the internet.

Jungkook sees the three dots pop up, making him a little nervous. Did he scare you off? Do you think he’s a weird pervert now?

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

that's not harsh of me. be good and wait a little, yeah?

 Be good and wait? Jungkook thinks he might bust on the spot reading that. Usually he isn't the one receiving orders, rather the one giving them. But now, it gives him a tingly feeling in his tummy, that resembles excitement. 

Ian_97:

U want me to be good for you? Hmm idk, you took a while to reply.

Just wanted to lyk your stories are good, and i rlly enjoy reading them.

Fanboy much? The last thing he wants you to think is that he’s some lonely loser who dms random girls on Twitter. He’s never done anything like this before. What is he being so weird for? He remembers he’s obviously not talking to the girl in your story, but to a real person- the one who wrote it.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

well thank u! 

oh come on, it wasn’t intentional!!

you're the first guy who’s messaged me that's admitted to reading my stories,

 i'm shocked ngl

So now you know he’s a guy. To make it more evident, Jungkook may have put “straight male, 26, no minors” in his bio for you to get the hint…just maybe. 

Ian_97:

I'm the first guy to dm u like this?

Your stories never fail to entertain me that’s for sure.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

hehe i get a few dms here and there, usually from girls but your account stood out to me more bc ur the first guy i ever seen :0

which is why i accepted ur dm!!

glad ik my stories are reaching a bigger audience LMAO

Ian_97:

I'm glad.

Hope it's not too weird being the first guy to dm you.

But what made you first start writing stories? They’re written really well.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

Definitely not! It's really cool and different to talk about these things with who aren’t women yk?

awe i appreciate that sm ty! :)

it was random tbh, i’d read a bunch of stories online and always thought about writing

but for the past year now i've been watching this streamer and he had me hooked from the start

his tats piercings hair eyes

i guess he was so fine that it persuaded me to write stories LOL

he's my dream man tbh  

He’s the reason you started writing? Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness take over him, smiling harder than before. He was able to give you some sort of inspiration to begin writing and it blew up too. 

Ian_97:

Of course, I get that.

That's really cool.

Yeah I could see you're a fan of his.

So you go to school? I’m assuming you’re in college correct?

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

yea i am! In my last year actually 

wbu? :)

Jungkook was guessing you had to be at least 21. Not too bad of an age gap, but you’re still pretty young.

Ian_97:

Nah i dropped out a few years ago, it wasn’t for me.

I got a job instead. Pays good though so I can't complain.

Well that isn’t completely a lie. He did drop out of college and decided to get a job. He was never the school type of guy and had other interests that didn’t involve any schooling. That's how he got into streaming. His free time after work consisted of video games and photography which both together paid well and he quit his job to tend to them more.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

that's rlly nice! school isn't for everyone that’s for sure

glad you found something better than school, i honestly hate it :(

Jungkook can’t help but giggle at your texts. You are cute, sweet at that too. Jungkook swears he’s never blushed this much since he was in middle school.

Ian_97:

So am I, glad I stopped attending.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

i have a question…

you seem older than most of my followers 

so how did u find my stories? just curious cus this app is huge

it'd be hard to find it unless u were specifically looking for it :0

What lie is he supposed to pull out of his ass now? He can’t make it obvious he’s the guy she writes and fantasizes about. Yea i found you on Twitter because I was horny and you write hot fanfiction about me so I jerked off to it a couple of times. 

Ian_97:

I saw Jk trending on Twitter one day and saw one of your stories under a Jungkook hashtag. It was really random.

I went through your account and got hooked.

The feeling was something new to be honest, never read erotica yk.

Alright, believable enough. Jungkook mentally pats himself on the back for that somewhat believable excuse. It's Twitter, you can practically find anything on that app.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

ooo i see!

hmm got you hooked that fast?

 i mean i’d take it as a compliment except majority of what i write is smut….unless 

you're saying what i think u are? 

Ian_97: 

Well i don't think i have to say it for you to get it. 

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

oh…

so youre saying you’ve gotten off to my stories? 

 i mean i'm just guessing since you seem like you're enjoying them more than my 

other readers…

i promise i dont think it's weird, if anything it's a huge turn on for me ;)

You’re turned on by the fact he reads your stories? It feels like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders and he can breathe now. For a second, he assumed you’d curse him out, call him a creep, and block him. This was the complete opposite, Jungkook’s heart beats even faster when he gets another notification from you.

[ _elicticmoonl1ght has followed you! ]

Jungkook bites his lip, you finally followed him back after days of no reply. He can’t be more satisfied, but quickly realizes he’s yet to reply to you. He types a message, being bold again, since it seems you have no problem with it.

Ian_97:

Yea i have actually…you caught me. 

Your writing is effective. The things you write abt are right up my alley.

Done it a few times before i dmed u. 

Jungkook can’t believe he admitted to you that he jerks off to your stories. 

The last thing he wants to say is that he’s the guy you fantasize and write about, it’d just be weird. Jungkook thinks of every believable excuse he can come up with that doesn’t sound too out of the ordinary. Nothing truly sounds realistic, so he impulsively types what comes to mind.

Yet you haven’t replied in 20 minutes. Fuck. Jungkook’s nerves always get the best of him. Do you think he is some sort of weird “fan” that you find creepy? Is he too bold or horny? You obviously have a life and are not going to answer him immediately. His heart is racing, beating out of his chest with negative thoughts that plague his mind. That’s until he hears the whistle notification and unlocks his phone without a second thought.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

ah okay i see now, thanks sm! :)

Jungkook smiles, begins to text you back that it's not a big deal and he truly likes your stories. He’s quickly cut off when you double text.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

hmm proof or it didn't happen? ;)

Proof? What do you mean by proof? Are you subtly asking Jungkook for nudes? Or boldly, even? Are you just joking around? He doesn’t even know you, so why would you straight up ask for dick pictures? Jungkook’s obviously not going to send you a picture of his entire cock if you’re joking, that’s just fucking weird. You could really be joking, so he tries to play it off.

Ian_97:

You wanna see how hard my dick is rn, is that what you're asking for? 

Or are you just playing around, cause I'm not… 

I’m serious when I say your stories turn me on.

Jungkook is nervous…and also a huge overthinker. He tries to play off his horniness by laughing, but it really doesn’t help when you return the energy.

_elicticmoonl1ght: 

what if i do wanna see it?

would there be a problem with that?

Ian_97:

Of course not. 

I’m thinking about how horny you must be to write stories like that.  

You're that needy, huh?

He needs to control himself, make sure he doesn’t go too far too fast. You don’t know him personally so there’s a high chance you won’t take it in a good way.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

well you're also reading them…

sure you're not the horny one? :0

Ian_97:

Hey, I'm not denying that I’m horny.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

wow rlly ? couldn't tell lol

So you’ve got jokes, he can see. He can’t lie, it definitely did make him chuckle, but the tingly feeling comes back, and he can’t ignore it anymore. 

Ian_97:

You joke a lot, I think it's cute.

So you’re gonna tell me you're not horny?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

well u haven’t done anything to rlly turn me on 

only that you've said u read my stories

u little perv boy >:|

prove it then.

So you guys are actually doing this? The last thing he’d want to do was send an unsolicited dick picture to you. For all he knows you could just be joking with him.

Ian_97:

You wanna see my dick that bad? 

_elicticmoonl1ght:

and if i do? would u let me?

;)

Is that even a fucking question? He’d show you it in a heartbeat. He’s not one to send his dick to strangers, but it's not like you know it's him anyway. It is a risk he is willing to take.

Ian_97:

Sure I would.

The question is would you let me show you?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

i literally just told u i wanted to see tho

LMFAO

no but srsly i wouldn't mind seeing how i got u rn ;)

Well, you asked for it, but he doesn’t want to send you his entire cock and balls to you right off the bat, that’d be rushing it. He’d much rather ease into it, not cross any boundaries. So instead of that, he lowers his sweats a bit, his semi leaving a print in his boxers. He nibbles on his bottom lip as he places his large palm over his clothed cock, giving it slow and steady strokes, thinking about how he's dying to have sex with someone- with you.

He opens the camera button in the chat while lying down more onto his bed, angling hips out to give you a peak of his boner. That's when he snaps a few different photos and chooses the most appealing one. 

He presses send. And it delivers. 

Realizing what he’s just sent you snaps him back into reality. He sits there for the next thirty seconds, tummy full of those tingles he can’t seem to get rid of since talking to you. Opening his phone, looking at the picture he sent you again. All the color drains from his face, his eyes nearly pop out of his head. 

A glimpse of his fucking Hello Kitty plushie is in the corner of that picture.

That specific oversized, colorful plushie was gifted to him by one of his viewers which is always in the background of his streams. There's even been a shit ton of tweets just talking about it.

Well the room is dark so maybe you didn’t see it? Jungkook never thought he’d say this, but fingers crossed you’re only looking at his boner.

Jungkook is taken out of his thoughts when he gets a notification. He hesitantly unlocks his phone and presses on your notification.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

oh you're SERIOUS serious

well damn i'm a good ass writer 

im messing w u lol

but can’t say i didn't like that tho 

what did you read of mine that made u that hard? ;)

Okay, it seems like you haven't noticed the plushie. Jungkook feels like he can finally breathe now. Dammnit, he needs to be more careful next time.

Ian_97:

Well honestly all the ones i read got me hard.

I like the one where she was being a brat and he put her in place.

Maybe one day i'll make it your reality.

Immediately after he sends his text, another notification pops up.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a photo! 

Jungkook can’t contain his hushed groan.

A picture of your plush tits in a simple black bra, your hand laying over one of your breasts, nails painted a simple baby pink. There you lay on some sort of pink and white sheet, in a room lit by a burnt orange lamp. Jungkook wants nothing more than to bury his face between both of your breasts, licking and sucking all over your skin until it’s littered with hickeys.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

make it a reality you said? 

we havent talked for long and u already wanna fuck me?

how needy of u :0

Ian_97:

You also just sent me your tits so I think we’re on the same page don't you think?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

well duh if u just saw my tits ;-;

i’m messing with u hehe

i don't mind actually, just haven't done this in a while lolll 

Ian_97:

Me either.

But i’m painfully hard rn.

You have nice rlly nice tits.

They look soft, makes me wanna kiss all over them.

Nice was an understatement. They were beautiful. Jungkook isn’t much of a titty guy, but he’s seriously never seen nicer ones than yours.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

thanks ;P

nice boner 

Ian_97:

Thanks, now I’m harder than ever.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm, couldn’t tell much from that one measly pic :(

maybe i can get a better look at it? 

Without an ounce of hesitation, he quickly yanks the waistband of his boxers right beneath his tight balls. His hard, warm cock springs to life, free of its restraints. He notices how he hasn’t shaved in a while, dark pubes a little longer than usual, hopefully you don’t mind. He runs the edge of his thumb across the tip of his cock, smearing his accumulated precum, pleading for more stimulation after seeing your beautiful breasts. 

Stroking his cock a little firmer, he thinks of your chest, wondering how it would feel if he had his cock buried in between your two plush tits, dragging his cock back and forth in between them. Jungkook prepares to take a picture for you, holding his hard dick in his right hand.

His obvious tattooed hand.

Before he could think twice, he immediately switches hands from the right to left, not a tattoo in sight. That would be a dead giveaway he’s the Jungkook you write about. His tattoos are specifically placed and well known to be his. You’ve also already expressed your love for them, so you’d connect the dots in a second.

Making sure his room is dark and nothing stands out in the background, he snaps a photo of his red, veiny cock, a bit of his pubes in the picture because why not.

You immediately open it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

holy shit

well someones excited

wish i was there to help >:(

Before he gets the chance to reply, another notification appears in the chat. 

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video! 

Your tits again, but bare. Your breasts look even softer than before, nipples pretty and delicate from how pebbled they are, almost begging to be sucked on. Baby pink nails once again come into view in the five second video, small fingers playing with your hard buds, hair peeking out from behind your dainty neck decorated with a simple gold heart necklace. Jungkook feels like he’s spent an eternity looking at them, admiring you, absentmindedly stroking the tip of his cock.

He hears a faint high-pitched whine, his eyebrows perking up at the sweet sound, before the video quickly cuts short.

Ian_97:

Fuck yes.

Need me to suck on them? So desperate.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

wouldn't say desperate

look at u, all leaking for me :/

Ian_97: 

Don’t blame the way my cock’s reacting to you, pretty.

Tits like that deserve to be. 

Jungkook thinks of sending a video to you as well.He glances at his erection, twitching on his stomach, laying there all lonely. It's only fair you get a live view of his desperation. His cock only wants some attention after seeing you play with your plush chest like that. 

He begins recording himself, giving his cock a few firm, slow strokes. His balls tight and tip gushing his sticky seed, letting a small groan escape his lips. The video is only 6 seconds as he presses send.

He mindlessly plays with his cock as he waits for you to see his short video and to reply with something else, he hopes another sight of your boobs. 

He strokes himself with his fingers, not applying too much pressure as he doesn't want to cum so soon. His foreskin moves up and down to the pace of his slow and languid movements.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

aww, cant help but fuck ur hand it seems like :(

ur little whimper is cute, didn’t think i’d have you folded so quick

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video! 

Jungkook can’t contain the moan that escapes his mouth. Your blue cotton underwear wedged in between your plump pussy, a small but noticeable wet spot stain near your clenching hole. Your painted nails are rubbing your throbbing clit through your underwear, a little stubble of hair can be seen poking through the sides, not that he minds at all. 

He makes out tiny moans and whimpers from above, your thighs wide open for him, shaking a little in the ten seconds video.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

don't know if ill be able to take u

you're too big :((

Ian_97:

Oh, is it? How unfortunate. Maybe you should show me it all.

Just need to make sure I can fit all of it in that tight little pussy.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

i think you're right :c

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video! 

There you sat, legs hiked up to your naked chest, drenched pussy spread into a “v” shape with your index and pointer finger. He can see your small hole clenching once around nothing, asking to be stuffed. You slide only your small middle finger inside of you, faking a cry as if to prove you're really too tight for his cock to fit.

Jungkook watches you in awe, your pussy looks like heaven, warm and wet. Your little cries have him imagining what you’d sound like saying his name, massaging his balls as he watches you attempt to take your little fingers.

Ian_97:

Oh fuck.

You are tight, but you’re drenched. 

I could slide right in if I wanted to, huh?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

maybe…

you should let me see exactly how big u are?

for educational purposes obvs :p

Jungkook’s fully hard, veins popping out the underside of his cock, standing tall and almost reaching his belly button. He takes a short video of it, presenting his long, girthy length, twitching involuntarily at the thought of pushing it into your tight hole, forcing it to fit. You can see his happy trail on his toned abs leading to the bush of hair that he doesn’t care to remove. 

He spits into the palm of his hand, strokes his dick a few times, as the sound of his sticky saliva being spread fills the room. Already feeling on edge, he stops recording and sends you it.

Ian_97:

Good enough for you?

Do you have any toys, like a dildo maybe? 

_elicticmoonl1ght:

more than enough, want it inside me so bad :(

yea i do !

Ian_97:

Perfect.

Gonna fuck yourself with it for me?

Wanna see how well your pussy takes it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm yea i can

but im alr kinda close i won't last long if i use it :0

Ian_97:

You’re so obedient.

I’m close too.

Want you to cum all over it.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video! 

A pink dildo, about six inches in length with veins, slightly curved to reach your sweet spot, is buried inside your swollen pussy. Your knees are still hiked up to your chest giving him the nicest view of your cunt being split open by the artificial penis. The base of the dildo is covered in a ring of your cum, your hands shaking from the immense pleasure it gives you, imaging it’s his thick, hard cock fucking you so well. 

It's music to his ears hearing the sound of smacking as you fuck yourself with the toy. He listens to your little pleads and whimpers with attention. He wishes it was his cock instead of that stupid toy. He’d make you feel ten times better. In the middle of the video he sees your cum leaking down to your ass. Your ass. Jungkook wants nothing more than to smack and grab onto it while fucking into you.

In the last 10 seconds of the video, your pink painted toes curl, more of your creamy wetness seeping out of your hole when the knot in your stomach finally snaps. All you can think about in your fucked out headspace is the mysterious stranger online jerking off to you. Your hushed cries and straggled moans is all that escapes your mouth when you’re fucking yourself harder than before. Your orgasm lasts for about six seconds, the video ending shortly after.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

i came so hard 

couldn't stop thinking about your big cock and how it’d feel inside me :c

wanna see u cum now 

It is almost a reflex that Jungkook starts to record himself fucking into his fist at a fast pace, squeezing it a little more, imagining it to be your sopping wet cunt. He can’t stop thinking about your heavenly moans and whimpers, your thighs and hands shaking from how good you fucked yourself is more than enough to bring Jungkook over the edge. His foreskin moves back and forth with his rough strokes and soon he finally cums. 

“A-ah, fuck,” he involuntarily groans out loud, unable to keep quiet as his orgasm takes over. 

When his cum spurts out, it dribbles down over his hands and thighs, a little catching onto his pubes. His saliva filled fist isn’t exactly what he wants to be cumming in right now, but it’s still enough to have him over the edge. He strokes his cock until he goes a bit soft, exaggerating it a little for viewing purposes. Once he becomes a little overstimulated he stops recording and sends it to you.

Ian_97:

I came even harder.

Kept thinking about your soaked cunt.

You sent a photo!

He decides to send you a visual of his cum covered hands and thighs, a little caught in his pubic hair you find so attractive of him. His balls are glistening with his spit he used as lubricant, the source to the smacking sounds. You fathom the fact that a random stranger online is so willing to send you something of the sort just because he likes your content, and it strangely turns you on. 

_elicticmoonl1ght:

u came so much…messy boy ;P

you were so willing to cum for me and you haven't even seen me yet

kinda hot ngl

‘Messy boy’. That is a new one, not that he’s complaining. 

Ian_97:

Haven't came that much in a while.

You haven’t seen me either but were quick to use your dildo. 

What a good girl you are.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

then we’re even!!

its kinda late and i should clean myself up

talk to you tmw? :)

A toothy smile takes over, you want to keep talking to him? To be honest, he was expecting this to be a one time thing, that you wouldn’t reach out to him again. 

Ian_97:

I should clean myself up too.

Yeah of course.

Goodnight.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

goodnight! <3

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Three months have passed since your first sexting session with Jungkook. The pair of you are still unaware of each other's identities, yet completely infatuated with one another. You’ve even strayed away from sexual topics just to talk about your lives.

Jungkook learns that you started writing fanfiction about him when you first started watching his streams about two years ago, strictly writing about him and only him. This only made his crush on you skyrocket, not being able to stop thinking about the mysterious writer he is utterly obsessed with. 

He thinks about you from the moment he wakes up to the second he falls asleep. The attraction and sexual tension between the both of you has been increasing day by day the more you talk to each other. 

Though he isn’t a liar, Jungkook has to be super careful of what he says to you. He keeps things sort of vague with you, telling you the truth about some things but never going into detail. He makes sure to keep it general, but normal at the same time. It’s not like he was a catfish…sort of? He’s still too scared to reveal himself, scared you’ll see him dishonest and not want to talk to him anymore. The last thing he wants you to do is for you to ghost him since he’s already developed a huge crush on you that’d be hard to forget. Soon, you’d realize your relationship is about to take a huge turn that takes you by surprise.

On a late Saturday night, Jungkook begins his stream, deciding to play Valorant. He notices the ring light above his monitor is flickering every few seconds, distracting him from continuing his stream.

Soon enough, the ring light dies, the lighting in his gameroom going dim.

“Shit, hold on guys, let me go grab another light so I can keep playing. It'll take a second.” Jungkook runs to his bedroom, mindlessly grabbing the first lamp he sees: the one from his nightstand. ‘It’s gonna do the job for now,’ Jungkook thinks.

What Jungkook didn’t think of is that coincidentally the hot guy you’ve been sexting has the exact same lamp and same schedule as your favorite streamer.

Coming back into view of the camera set up, he places his lamp towards the left side of his monitor, finally giving his audience decently lighting to see him.

“Okay, I’m back. This is all I have right now, please bear with me.” He laughs a little, slipping back on his headset and getting back to his game.

He plays for another hour and half, invested in the game when his phone goes off: a Twitter notification.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a photo!

He opens the message hurriedly, completely forgetting the fact he’s still live streaming, cock twitching when he finally takes in the image.

You’re standing in front of your mirror…completely naked. No underwear, no bra, just you.

Jungkook stares at the picture for a few minutes, taking a mental screenshot of you, memorizing every part of your beautiful body to jerk off to later. Your tits are being supported by your underarms, making them look so soft and plush, nipples erect as always. Your pussy is slightly hidden by the way your legs are crossed over each other, but is still visible to him, and a simple heart tattoo on your hip bone that he recognizes oh so well right now. 

Your toes are painted a clean white color, finger nails the same. Your face is covered by the edge of the mirror and phone, making him needier than ever. Not knowing your identity yet you still sending him a nude makes him want to take you right in front of your mirror, forcing you to look at yourself while he destroys you. Fuck, you’re sexy. 

After thirty seconds of utter disbelief that you’ve just sent him an explicit photo out of nowhere, there's no way he can keep his stream going with a flushed face and a semi-hard cock. He turns off his phone before accidentally flashing his audience.

“Today was really f-fun guys-” he frantically says, clicking out of his game. “H-Hm… I’ll play again with you guys very soon. I promise, something came up I have to tend to. Yeah, so goodnight!” 

Ending his stream immediately after he bids goodbye, he grabs his phone and speeds to his bedroom.

Ian_97:

Fuck baby.

Out of nowhere like that? You want my attention that bad?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

thought  u were doing something important but..ig you aren't

a little odd if u ask me 

Ian_97:

I really was.

Just a coincidence you sent that when I finished.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

no it's okay

jungkook went live at the same time you were gone. funny isn't it?

he also has the same lamp as you! how cute :P

Jungkook's heart drops straight to his ass.

Ian_97:

Really? That’s crazy ngl.

But let’s not forget what you just sent me.

You want my attention don't you, baby?

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm maybe 

not my fault you weren't paying attention to me, i got bored >:(

kept thinking ab how’d you’d react if i sent you that out of nowhere

i missed u :,(

Jungkook can’t help but find your neediness so cute, so desperate for an ounce of his attention. Maybe you’re just as obsessed with him as he is you.

 Ian_97:

Don't be like that baby, I'm here now aren't I?

Well my dick won't stop twitching, can’t stop thinking about that tiny cunt of yours.

I missed you too.

Jungkook unzips and pulls down his bottoms and boxers together, his half hard cock already leaking a little. He can’t seem to get your perfect naked body out of his mind, rubbing his cock and thinking about how wet your pussy probably is, how pebbled your nipples must be. All he wants right now is his cock buried into your sweet pussy, mouth busy sucking on your delicate nipples. 

Out of habit, he records himself stroking his cock slowly, tip wet with precum, pubes trimmed a little more than usual. This is so much better than that boring porn he used to watch. He much rather and only can get off to you.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

u shouldn’t have to get off by urself :(

wish it was my mouth making u feel good instead of ur hand

wanna suck u so fucking bad 

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video! 

A ten second video of you with your puckered lips wrapped around the pink silicone dildo, as to which Jungkook expressed his liking of the toy you use when you guys sext.

Your neck and bare tits come into view, drool dripping down your chin and onto them as you suck and deepthroat the fake cock. Lewd noises escape your mouth when you gag around the toy, each time more saliva accumulates as you completely swallow it, pulling it out of your mouth and gasping for air.

Ian_97:

Yeah, baby fuck.

Look at you taking that shit.

Want those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock. Gonna make you choke on it.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

want u to fuck my throat pls :(

He spits a glob of saliva into his hand and runs his large palm back and forth over his veiny cock. He’d kill for some head right now, masturbating is getting a little tiring, yet your beautiful body and needy texts are more than enough to get him going.

He slightly but audibly moans, knowing you enjoy the little sounds he makes when he gets off. The video of you sucking on the toy replays in his mind, Jungkook barely able to keep it together. Your lips look too soft, they are meant to be all over his cock.

“Y-yeah, shit.” He spits out, finally cumming over his hand and stomach, a little seeping into his belly button. 

Ian_97:

Made me cum so fast.

Should’ve been cumming down your throat.

@_elictmoonl1ght sent you a video! 

The dildo once lodged down your throat is now splitting your precious cunt open. Your inner thighs are covered in your wetness and coating the fake cock that is ramming into your pussy. Your delicate fingers are painted a soft baby blue, shaking with each stroke you make, pussy making lewd sounds.

Your thighs close as you reach your high and cum on the cock you wish was the stranger. Jungkook could never get tired of seeing you cum whether it is from your fingers or toys, he truly enjoys seeing you fuck yourself for him.   

_elicticmoonl1ght:

hmm wish u were cumming inside my cunt instead 

feel so empty now :(

Ian_97:

I do too, so badly.

I’m gonna go clean up and head to sleep though it's pretty late.

Goodnight baby.

_elicticmoonl1ght:

ofc me too!

goodnight jungkook ;)

Jungkook’s heart pluments as he reads your last text. He knows he’s seriously fucked.

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a/n: hi guys!! thank you so much for sticking around for the long awaited pt 2. school took an unexpectedly harsh turn and got a million times harder out of nowhere so i had to take a break from writing. thankful i finished finals so im off of school so im gonna also get out pt. 3 asap! thank you again for reading i appreciate it so much. please don’t hesitate to ask me anything and share & reblog besties!!💘💘🫶🏻

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[copyhanni]

ship ur moots with idols & why

honestly, i was a lil bit nervous to do this but here it is ! it was actually quite fun to do !!

@nishimurasone + sunoo ! i haven’t interacted much with you but you just give off sunshine in a forest vibes ? very much sunoo ( and riki ) simp vibes too

@sainns + sunghoon ! again, haven’t interacted much with you ( i really love your acc tho ) but your theme and all just reminds me of sunghoon ! also, happy birthday !

@stariekis + jungwon ! i just know you have the fattest crush on him. i just know for a fact you smile each time he appears on your screen. uriwon when ?! i need it neowww !

@lilacnini + beomgyu ! idk what lead me to this conclusion but in my brain it works ! beomjen ?! like ?! it just sticks in my brain for some reason 😌

@chaseyikis + jake ! hear me out ! i know you’re riki biased but listen ! sum about you just radiates jake ?! like your mannerisms and stuff just reminds me of him. chase x jake when !? honestly, y’all would be the finest couple ever bsfr ?! ( but ofc, i also ship you with riki too lol )

@kissvrses + chenle / jisung ! i can just imagine it in my brain yk ? like sum about you makes me think you have a fat crush on either of them, if not both 🤔

@sincerelyrki + sunghoon ! another sunghoon ik but like ?! you for sure have a crush on hoon. like ik everyone does but like … you’re unmatched when it comes to hoon ! you both remind me of coffee for some reason too ?? like your vibes are like the way coffee smells.

@stariikis + riki ! one of the biggest riki biased accounts i know frfr ! but like y’all absolutely slay everything y’all do ?! y’all would be the power couple of the century !?

@euncsace + yunjin ! idk but the vibes are just so yunjin coded ?! like the both of y’all are so slay ?? y’all as a couple ( platonic or not ) would eat this world up alive !?

@minhypenalt + jay ! hear me out … jay x selene ?? like … ? that’s one hell of a combination ??! like only someone as fine as selene can be with someone as fine as jay ?!

@okwonyo + wonyoung ! one of the finest writers ever is obv deserving of wony ! and the vibes just give off wony so yeah ! also you both remind me of strawberries and cream ? pls jiahwony whennnn ??

@nishions + heeseung ! i’m pretty sure you’re riki biased but hear me out ! the vibes just radiate heeseung … idk maybe it’s your theme ? maybe i’m trippin but i’m picking up a little crush for heeseung ?

@dollinin + ningning ! i looked through your profile ( i swear i’m not a stalker ) and your reblogs and stuff just gives off ningning !

@nikidiary + maki ! i saw that one anon ask that you posted abt maki and immediately knew maki and you 💯💯 i also totally didn’t stalk your account and saw you biased maki …

@ssunooism + danielle ! you spam me about her all the time … and i know if i shipped you with anyone else, my phone would simply blow up with notifs 😭 but otherwise you guys would be the cutest tgt !

i didn’t get to all my moots so sorry if you aren’t on here :(

[oohbuggypie]

GUYS WHAT THE HELL IS A BOOP I AM SO SORRY IF IM BLOWING UP UR NOTIFS WITH BOOPS IM PRETTY SURE IVE BOOPED U LIKE 10 TIMES @goferwashere ????? WHAT IS GOING AWNN

[barbararomance]

Sooo what about quackity with a latin s/o and they speak spanish when they are with their friends cause they think they won't understand, maybe quackity gets a little cheesy or something? And maybe somebody else actually understand what they're saying (maybe Sapnap have been practicing or Niki, cause I think she does understand a little bit spanish) and quackity gets really embarrassed when he realizes they understand.

I really suck at explaining, sorry, but love ur writing ❤️

play with? quackity!

synopsis! oh couples and their disgusting public displays of attention, it's unfortunate for alex and y/n their friends understand español ...

read me! likes, feedbacks, and especially reblogs are highly appreciated; come talk to me if you wanna repost my writings on other sites please. hi beloved anon!! i apologize in advance if there any mistranslations i barely know any spanish barely passed those tests >< but thank you for appreciation of my work enough to send in your desired imagine, much love from me barb <33 // send more requests here!

word count! 0.5k

the gang met up consisting of quackity, y/n, karl, sapnap, niki, and minx! they had agreed to meet up at a bowling alley and proposed to even stream for fun like they always do! the gang all chipped in money so they can finally bowl and so they did. chat was easily amazed with how much all these streamers... sucked at bowling, tweets about it blowing up and clipped to those famous clickbaiting clip channels. however there was one clip that made everyones jaw drop... it was minx's turn to try getting the first strike since no ones been able to done it; literally the first one who'll be able to take down all the pins get bragging rights and everyone wanted just that. swinging the ball minx tried to find the angle to perfectly strike everything and yet she failed.. Ls flooded chat, but really the chat had been filled with Ls since as been told before.. NOBODY HAS STRIKED and everyone was off their game, but it was then y/n's turn and finally.. A STRIKE! they jump up and down happily, quackity joining them but stopping as y/n kiddingly flips him and the rest of the gang off in false arrogance. y/n had the ultimate bragging rights, "¿no soy simplemente brillante, mi amor?" they ask quackity – a smug smirk displayed on their face. "si claro mi amor" quackity giggled returning y/n's smirk with his trademark cutie smile. everyone else groaned at the cheesiness and the couple just blew raspberries at them, the gang except y/n and quackity simultaneously roll their eyes in bitterness. the game continued and fortunately a few of them striked like sapnap did twice and karl once, niki outdid them by three – they played for many rounds and chat was completely entertained with the perfectly ratioed points each of the gang got with y/n having the most and quackity getting the least, everyone wondered how these two lovebirds found one another but the way they looked at each other made them happy quackity and y/n did. the play was coming to an end, and with the camera panned to y/n and their lover – it happened, the most viral clip of the lovebirds' career. "absolutamente lo mataste hoy, t/n. tal vez más tarde esta noche puedas jugar con mi-" quackity was about to joke but was cut off by nikis laughter. "oh my god quackity,,, i don't know how i understood that, but please don't continue" she says in between fits of giggles – "what did he say??!" karl asked interested, minx and sapnap joining in with curiosity. y/n sighed before answering: "i don't know guys, but he invited me to play with his-"

"PLAY WITH DEEZ NUTS Y/N OOOOOHHHH LETTSSSGOOO CHATT" he yelled, everyone in chat OOOHHHing and everyone chimed in to – y/n only can be found facepalming with a smile on her face. and after the last stupid attempt at a strike, the gang left the alley and went their ways as the stream ended. y/ns phone blown with millions of notifications telling them about how they got deez nutsd by their own boyfriend.

[zoeykallus]

Okay okay, first of all I love all of your works! every time i see a notification it makes my day better ((;

English is not my first language sooo im very sorry!

Okay but how about afab!reader is in a relationship with crosshair, it's pretty serious and she gets to meet the other batchers. There's a lot of teasing and yk just brother's being brother's but suddenly one of them let's something slip (something like.. "crosshairs is finally not a Virgin anymore") (usually reader and him are really flirty and crosshair is kinda like 'u couldn't handle me' and all this stuff) so reader finds out that he's a Virgin and confronts him, back at her place or smt.

Sooooooooo, they Start to make out and nfsw stuff happens but the reader is in Charge (hehe) crosshair actually likes it and the next morning he is greeted with a blowjob and is so snarky (but a whining/moaning mess) that the reader overstimulates him and continues until he cums two times and he's just completely blissed out.

Im a sucker for dominant Readers & bottom 'bitches' haha but clones are just *Chefs kiss*

If you consider to write this, take as much time as you need and don't feel pressured at all because I really hope u have a great day and that ur fine!

Lots of love!

😳

That is a lot of text! Give me a second 😂 Aloha! Thank you so much, always very pleased to read such things! English is not my first language either! So no worries, I know the struggle. You are doing pretty good as much as I can tell, probably better than me 😂 Hehehe, I love the thought of Crosshair's sass kinda backfiring on him 😂 I don't think experienced Cross is a "bottom bitch" but I can clearly see him being one in his first attempts at intimacy. And the thickhead is definitely too stubborn and proud to use the safeword.

Let's do this!

Crosshair x afab!Reader Two-shot 1/2 - Think You Can Handle Me?

Warnings: 18+ / SMUT / Dom Reader / Sub Crosshair / Inexperienced (yet sassy) Crosshair / Suggestive / Sexual Themes / Overstimulation / Edging / Alcohol

It's quite late in the evening when you return from your date with Crosshair. But the boys are still awake when you reach the Marauder. They are sitting outside, a few of them drinking corellian ale. The mood is boisterous and slightly drunk. Hunter has been blowing off a lot of steam tonight and comes to meet you slightly tipsy. He puts an arm around Crosshair's shoulders, who frowns in annoyance.

"Look at that. You guys are coming back late from your date. I guess that means our little brother isn't a virgin anymore," Hunter rumbles, swinging his bottle through the air and spilling a few drops.

You look at the two of them in surprise. Crosshair has always acted like he was a true pro in the sheets, that he didn't think you were up for the challenge. His excuse that he wants to take it slow now makes sense.

Crosshair's teeth are clenched as the words, "Shut up you idiot" come out.

Hunter looks from one to the other in wonder, then a light goes on, "You didn't tell her? Oh, let me guess, you've got the 'I'm too much for you sweetie, let's take things slow' routine going on?"

Crosshair's look is almost desperate, and he pulls himself together with difficulty.

"You're drunk and full of shit," he finally growls, tearing himself away from Hunter and retreating, though not into the Marauder, but past it into the fields behind the landing pad.

Wrecker frowns, "It's no big deal, right?"

Echo looks at him and says quietly, "It is for some men."

Tech adjusts his goggles and says matter-of-factly, "Crosshair is one of those men"

You finally follow him when he is not back after half an hour. You intentionally gave him some time to cool down and collect himself, and did not press him immediately.

He is, as you expected, behind the fields, between some trees, in a clearing where he often stays to train and contemplate. When he hears your footsteps, he looks up with his eyes narrowed critically.

"Get lost," he grumbles.

"Hey," you say indignantly, though gently, "I didn't lie or tell your secret. I'm probably the least to blame for this whole situation."

He sighs, nods, and says barely louder than a whisper, "Sorry."

He put down his rifle and looks at you.

"You know you don't have to do anything you don't want to do? Just because I know about it now, I don't think any less of you. We don't have to rush into anything," you say calmly.

You can see his jaw muscles move as he grinds his teeth.

"I know, but now that the cat's out of the bag, there's no reason for me to drag this out either. I want you, definitely, I've just been blocked by the thought that I didn't want you to notice that I have no experience."

He looks around and says meaningfully, "We are alone here, no one can see us."

You smirk and begin to undress. For a moment, he forgets everything he just thought about and just watches you, fascinated. Crosshair watches one garment after another fall and feels it getting tight behind his codpiece. Lost in stimulating thoughts and the sight of you, he automatically removes the codpiece and lets it fall to the floor.

You can see the bulge in his blacks' pants. When you are finally naked, you step closer to him and your hand slides over the bulge, caressing his hard length over the fabric. A soft sigh passes his lips.

You push him back, against a bench under a tree. When he feels the wood in the back of his knees, he automatically sits down, and you slide onto his lap, facing him. Your lips find his in a fiery kiss, his arms automatically wrapping around your naked body.

He can't quite grasp what's happening as he feels your fingers slip under the waistband of his blacks' pants and pull them down a bit, far enough to free his hard, cock. As you begin to rub your naked pubic against it, he moans into the kiss and his fingers grip tighter.

Crosshair can feel your soft, wet flower pressing against his shaft, and just the thought makes his heart start to race, and he gets all hot.

"You can always tell me when to stop," you tell him as your lips break away from his for a moment.

"I'm sure that won't happen," he returns and presses his lips to yours again, chasing your tongue with his.

After a while, though, he grabs your hips and stops you in your tracks.

"If you keep rubbing against me like that, this won't last very long for me. Why don't you show me something to satisfy you with before we really get started?"

"Very thoughtful of you," you say with a smile.

You get off his lap, and he watches you intently. You sit down next to him and point to the floor in front of you. He complies with the wordless request, kneeling on the floor in front of you, between your open thighs. His gaze wanders from your face to the wet flower between your thighs. He has never seen a pussy so close and real.

Crosshair's hands automatically rest on your thighs. He finally looks up at you again, expectantly. You start explaining to him where the clitoris is, what its function is, where the actual opening to your pubic is and what can be done to stimulate different spots.

Crosshair caresses the insides of your thighs, gently sliding his fingers through your folds, and smiles contentedly as he hears you sigh softly. With two fingertips, he gathers some of your arousal at your entrance and begins to gently massage your clit with it.

Your eyes fall closed, and you lay your head back in your neck.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes, very good"

Curious, he adds his other hand, two fingertips playing at your entrance, first massaging the outer sensitive area. Your excitement drips over his fingers and he looks fascinated, exactly what he is doing with you.

Slowly he inserts one finger while the fingers of his other hand are still massaging your clit. He's fascinated by the way your soft, wet heat closes around his finger. It feels so tight, he wonders how his cock will fit in there.

"It's adjusting," you say as if you've read his mind, "Slide a second finger in."

He hesitates for a brief moment, but then does as he's told. Your moan makes him look up, by now his hand was all wet and the wood beneath you stained from your arousal. When you suddenly make a hoarse noise and he feels your pussy tighten around his fingers, he almost pulls back, startled. But he quickly realizes that you are having a climax and continues to work you until you are trembling and twitching, begging him to stop.

He withdraws his fingers, looks at them for a brief moment, then licks your juice from his fingers. An unexpected, somewhat strange taste, but quite interesting, he thinks.

"Was that good?"

You nod and say somewhat breathlessly, "Yes, that was good, Cross. Now I can take care of you without you having to worry about whether or not it's enough for my orgasm, because basically you've already satisfied me.

"You can only do that once?"

" When it comes to women, no. It's quite possible several times. But now shut up and get back on the bench, we'll tackle that another time."

Crosshair complies again, sits down on the bench and you see the tip of his cock swollen and some precum shining on it. He can't wait to feel you.

As you climb back over his lap, he looks at you expectantly. Then he feels your hand on his shaft, in expectant tension, he holds very still. The next moment, his tip bumps your gate and as you slowly sink onto his lap, he feels the wet heat of your pussy, slowly enclosing his cock as he advances deeper and deeper into you.

He moans and his hands shoot to your rear, clawing into the soft flesh. As you sit fully on his lap and he bottoms out in you, he releases a shaky breath from his lungs. The feeling is overwhelmingly glorious. It feels perfect,

He literally clings to you as you begin to bob up and down on his lap. The feeling is so intense, new and overwhelming that he feels like he has to hold on to you to keep from being swept away by the feeling. It's fantastic but also intense in a almost scary way.

"Mesh'la," he presses out, his face pressed against your shoulder.

You feel his lap, his thighs trembling tensely beneath you. He gasps and trembles as he suddenly seems to hold his breath, you feel his cock pulsing inside you, his seed spurting into you like a fountain.

Finally he releases the air from his lungs and you pause on his lap. He is still trembling ever so slightly, the tension only slowly draining from his muscles. His arms are still wrapped around you, his fingers clawed at you. Very slowly, he loosens his grip and his embrace. He kisses your shoulder almost shyly before looking into your face.

His hair is a little messy and sweat is on his forehead.

"So?" you ask "How are you feeling?"

He grins at you, leaning back on the bench and resuming his usual posture.

"Can't complain, Kitten"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[dyst-blogs]

having one of ur posts blow up is great, i love the attention, but like. honestly its so annoying too. i keep making posts im proud of and think people will enjoy, and then i get 2 notifs and im like oh!? they like it?!?! :DD but nope its the post i made 2 weeks ago going from 7403 notes to 7405 notes. bluh. this is such a first world problem actually. who cares what am i talking about. sorry guys i forgot the world was huge and beautiful for a second

[windowlessatmosphere]

When the Truth Comes Out

Summary: The video Kim sent to Chay is leaked, and all of Wik's fans suddenly know Chay's name. Including the group chat.

Chay frowned slightly as he felt his phone go off in his pocket. He glanced at it quickly, seeing that the group chat was blowing up, and decided to ignore it. He went back to comparing lemons, stifling a laugh when his phone continued to buzz.

A few minutes later, he was pulling his phone out again in frustration, unable to focus on grocery shopping with the constant vibrations.

mb protection squad 7 notifications

fern 🎨 HOLY SHIT GUYSSSSSSS

new ☀️ ok i feel bad for wik but this is also very funny p’chay i can’t believe u didn’t tell us lol

fern 🎨 can u believe chay has secretly been mb this WHOLE time lol

new ☀️ I KNOW!! The betrayal 😢

He furrowed his brow as he read, eyes widening in panic at Fern’s last text. His mind started racing as he tried to figure out how they could have possibly known. He thought about pleading ignorance, but figured if he waited them out a little, they might give more detail.

ying 🐼 guys i feel like we shouldn’t talk about it since it was leaked? idk

Chay’s heart started pounding at that, trying to figure out what had been leaked, and by whom . He pulled up twitter and searched ‘wik leaked’, clicking on the first video that popped up. He put an earbud in and hit play. Kim appeared on the screen, a guitar resting over his knees.

He started singing a song.

He started singing their song.

Chay’s panic increased, remembering what happened at the end of the video, and hoping like hell it was going to cut off before then.

“Excuse me.” A girl tapped him on the shoulder, gesturing to the mangoes he was blocking.

“Oh, sorry!” He got out of her way at once, then made the split-second decision to abandon the groceries in favor of figuring out what the hell was going on. He made his way outside, leaning against the wall as he started the video back up. The wait was killing him, so he just skipped to the end, leaving about fifteen seconds or so. He stared at Kim’s face on the screen, hoping desperately the video was going to cut off early.

Please don’t say it, please don’t say it, please don’t say it…

“This is for Porchay,” he said.

Fuck.

-----

His phone was buzzing again. He was in the back of one of Kim’s cars, being driven back to Kim’s apartment, with no idea whether Kim had seen the video or not. The driver had given him a slightly confused look when he’d reappeared without groceries, but the look on Chay’s face must have persuaded him not to say anything.

More buzzing.

He sighed and pulled out his phone.

mb protection squad 6 notifications fern 🎨 i mean NORMALLY i wouldn’t it’s just that apparently chay is mb lmao

new ☀️ SO true fern honestly p’chay ur silence is speaking volumes rn

thorn 🎮 Yes, I’m sure Chay has been MB this whole time. Mystery solved. 🙄

fern 🎨 p’thorn r u aware that ur no fun at all??????

thorn 🎮 Yes.

Chay stifled a laugh despite himself, relieved to find that at least his friends weren’t putting the pieces together. Or, rather, that they just thought it was all a funny coincidence. He really wasn’t ready to tell them the whole story yet. He still had a dull feeling in his chest, though, anxiety thrumming at the thought of people using his name to try and figure out who he was. He shot a text back to the group chat, figuring he should at least try and behave normally.

chay ok fine u guys got me 😞

fern 🎨 i knew it.

new ☀️ lmao if ONLY that would be sooo cool

ying 🐼 lol poor wik tho and he looked so sad in the video!!

Chay snorted, shaking his head with the knowledge that if Ying knew why Kim had looked so sad, she’d be the first in line to tell him off. Yet another reason he didn’t feel the need to tell them all about his relationship.

fern 🎨 lmao p’chay is actually y/n fr

new ☀️ this is just the wik version of ur mom selling u to 1D

fern 🎨 wow cannot BELIEVE p’porsche would do that 😢

ying 🐼 he would NOT

chay he really wouldn’t lol

fern 🎨 i know but SOMEONE has to do it

new ☀️ p’prae would do it!! for one (1) corn chip

chay 😢😢😢

new ☀️ sorry p’chay truth hurts

ying 🐼 by lizzo

Chay shook his head again, this time smiling fondly down at his phone. His smile faded as the leaked video popped back into his head. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do. Did he tell Kim? Did Kim already know? Should he tell Mae? She definitely needed to know, but maybe Kim was supposed to tell her.

The car came to a stop and Chay realized they were back at Kim’s apartment. He wandered upstairs in a daze, trying his best to smile at the guards as he passed them.

“P’Kim?” he called as he opened the door. It was right around the time Kim should’ve been getting home, so he wasn't sure if he was alone or not.

“Here!” Kim called back, sounding like he was either in the music studio or the bedroom. Chay worried his lip in between his teeth, mulling over how best to break the news to Kim. “Hey,” Kim said softly, appearing in the foyer. As soon as he saw Kim’s face, he realized he didn’t need to tell him. It was clear he already knew.

“Hey,” he echoed, attempting a smile.

“You saw,” Kim surmised, eyes tracking over Chay’s face.

“Yeah,” Chay confirmed. “I’m sorry.”

Kim’s eyebrows immediately knitted themselves together in confusion. “No, I’m sorry. Why are you sorry?”

“The video got leaked? My name’s in it? And I know you didn’t want it public?” Chay rattled off, raising his eyebrows continuously as he spoke.

“But it’s not your fault,” Kim replied, brow still furrowed.

“I can still be sorry it happened,” Chay reminded him. Kim seemed to relax a little at that, but he still had a strange expression on his face that Chay couldn’t quite place. “C’mere,” he murmured, pulling Kim into a hug. Kim immediately buried his face in Chay’s neck, squeezing him tightly without any sign of letting go. Chay just went with it. Occasionally, something like this would remind him of just how touch-starved his boyfriend had been his whole life. Once again, he made a mental resolution to hug Kim more often.

“It’s my fault,” Kim muttered, once they’d pulled apart.

Chay was the one looking confused now. “Did you post it?” he asked mildly.

“No,” Kim looked affronted at that, upset that Chay would ever believe that of him.

“Then how is it your fault?” Chay asked, tilting his head meaningfully.

“I’m the one who recorded it,” Kim said miserably. “I’m the one who sent it.”

Chay sighed, shaking his head. Kim had a spectacular ability to find a way to blame almost anything on himself. This was especially true, he’d found, when a situation involved Chay in any way.

“It’s not your fault,” Chay told him firmly. “Whoever leaked it, that’s whose fault it is.”

“But—”

“No buts,” Chay insisted. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You don’t get to beat yourself up over it.”

Kim held his gaze for a minute, guilt clearly still etched into his features before he looked away. Chay sighed, wishing his words were enough to make Kim understand but knowing that they weren’t. He pulled him back into a hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek before burrowing his face into Kim’s neck.

“I love you,” he reminded Kim.

“I love you, too,” Kim echoed back immediately.

“It’s gonna be fine.”

Kim hesitated for a moment, the silence bearing down as Chay waited for him to respond.

“It’s gonna be fine,” he eventually repeated.

-----

safetypinnecklace: cannot believe we finally know mb’s name 👀👀👀 candleswik: we hav an elbow and a name ppl!!! p@rkj1m1ns: OMG does this mean there’s a song for mb on the new album??? x_14lanadelray: not to burst anyone’s bubble but this could be old lol like for an ex taylorsswift5: this was TOTALLY for mb i feel it in my soul xxtherewillbexx: which album is this from?? ayeayecapn: brb looking up all the porchays in bangkok paiitforward: he looks so sad do u think they broke up??? 🤔🤔🤔

Chay closed the browser on his phone, reminding himself for the millionth time that reading the comments was not helping anything. He was feeling itchy at the thought of how many people now knew his name, even if they didn’t have any idea who he was. They were still speculating, wondering whether he was Wik’s Mystery Boyfriend or some ex from a few years ago. Wondering about the song, wondering about their relationship, wondering about him. 

He was feeling sick to his stomach, and it was only exacerbated as he considered how he might have acted only a year ago. While it was hard to imagine, he tried to think of how he would’ve reacted, if he’d been in their shoes. It was hard to say. Wik had never publicly dated anyone. After meeting him, Chay had realized this was because Kim had never dated anyone at all. 

No pressure.

His phone rang, and he picked up immediately upon seeing that it was Kim.

“Hi, P’Kim.”

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“What’s up?” Chay asked, trying to gauge Kim’s tone.

“Mae wants to meet again,” Kim told him, after a beat of silence. Chay worried his lower lip between his teeth, fairly certain that he knew what that meant.

“Because of the video?” he checked.

“Because of the video.”

-----

“How did this happen?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m asking you—”

“And I’m telling you I don’t know,” Kim interrupted. Mae let out a frustrated huff at that, eyeing him suspiciously. Chay was seated next to Kim on the couch, silently watching them like they were engaged in a particularly interesting boxing match.

“You must have some idea,” Mae decided, narrowing her eyes at Kim.

“I only sent the video to Chay,” Kim insisted. “I don’t know how anyone else would have it.”

“You texted it to him?” Mae asked, fingers flying on her phone as she spoke.

“Um…no.” Kim’s eyes darted quickly to the side, and Mae looked up as soon as she heard the hesitation in his voice.

“How’d you send it to him?” she questioned, tilting her head slightly. Her gaze was fixed intently on Kim, and Chay was just glad he wasn’t the one being interrogated.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, it does matter,” Mae fired back. “Since we apparently have a security leak.”

“It was through Facebook,” Kim finally admitted.

“No, it wasn’t,” Mae frowned. “I would never have given you the password.”

“Not the Wik account,” Kim clarified.

“You don’t have your own account,” Mae argued, eyes narrowing with suspicion once again.

“I made one?”

“Then why aren’t we friends?” Mae cried, clearly outraged. Kim groaned, burying his head in his hands. There was a long moment before he emerged, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“Look,” he said. “I just made it to send the video to Chay. That’s all. I haven’t used it since.”

Mae frowned again.

“Why wouldn’t you just text it to him?” She looked confused. “That’s so much more secure,” she added under her breath, as an afterthought.

“Um…” Kim trailed off, sending a quick, questioning glance towards Chay.

“I blocked him,” Chay cut to the chase. Mae’s eyebrows shot up further than he would’ve thought possible, and Kim looked vaguely scolded.

“When was this?” Mae asked, perplexed.

“Before we got together,” Kim said. “Or…after. Or before…the second time?” His voice went up at the end. He glanced at Chay again, who looked faintly amused.

“What?” Mae was no less confused after Kim’s explanation.

“It’s a long story,” Chay told her, hoping they could move on.

“Okay.” She shook her head slightly, a hint of confusion still visible in her face. “So, you only sent the video through that account?” Kim nodded. “And you never sent anything else?” Kim shook his head. “Okay.” She thought it over for a minute. “We might be fine then. Although…”

“What?” Kim asked, when it became clear that she wasn’t going to continue.

“Whoever leaked it…might know Chay’s name,” she pointed out.

“...because it was in the video?” Kim raised an eyebrow. “I think everyone knows.”

“His full name,” Mae emphasized. “If they know which account you sent it to. They didn’t leak it, though, which is good news.”

Kim’s expression shifted quickly to concern at this revelation.

“We need to figure out who it is,” he said firmly.

“We can try, ” Mae told him. From her tone, Chay didn’t think it was too likely they’d be able to find out.

“Try?” Kim’s tone was leaning towards anger, which was unusual for him, especially with Mae. Chay rested a hand on Kim’s arm and shifted his leg until their knees were touching. Kim let out a long breath and pressed his knee more firmly against Chay’s. “I just think this is important,” he said, his tone much more measured.

“And I agree,” Mae said patiently. “I just don’t know how likely it is.”

Kim’s expression darkened at that, and he slipped a hand onto Chay’s knee before he replied. “So we’re, what? Just supposed to wait until they decide to reveal it?”

“No,” Mae said. “We can still try our best to figure it out. In the meantime, we can prepare for that…eventuality.”

Kim let out another sigh, clearly dissatisfied. He was drumming his fingers ever-so-slightly on Chay’s knee.

“Thank you, P’Mae,” Chay chimed in. “We should set up another meeting to talk about that,” he said, firmly ending the conversation.

“Okay,” she agreed easily, still eyeing Kim warily. “I’ll schedule something.”

Chay guided Kim out of her office, knowing that him blowing up at Mae was something to be avoided at all costs. Kim stayed silent as they walked down to the car, his expression stony every time Chay glanced sideways at him.

“She’ll try to figure out who it was,” Chay finally said, once they were headed back to the apartment.

“I know,” was all Kim said back, his voice monotone.

“She’s just trying to help,” Chay pointed out.

“I know.”

“And it’s not her fault.”

“I know.” This time, Kim’s tone was one of frustration.

Chay flinched a little, still unused to Kim speaking harshly to him.

“It’s mine,” Kim said with a hollow voice. Chay was shocked silent for a minute before he found his tongue.

“P’Kim!” he scolded. “We talked about this. This is not your fault.”

“It is,” Kim insisted.

“Just because you sent me a video?” Chay asked. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Not just that,” Kim muttered.

“Then what?” Chay questioned him, feeling more and more lost.

Kim didn’t say anything, but he cut his eyes slightly towards the front of the car. Chay sighed as he understood. Despite the fact that the divider was up, and the driver was paid extremely well to pretend he couldn’t hear anything, Kim definitely wasn’t saying anything else until they were home.

Once they finally stepped inside the apartment, Chay turned to Kim expectantly.

“Well?”

“I sent the video,” Kim repeated.

“P’Kim,” Chay started, exasperated.

“And I talked about you,” Kim interrupted. Chay blinked, falling silent. “And then I fucked up and talked about you again. And now people are interested, and…” he cut himself off, frustration clearly building as he ran a hand through his hand.

“Okay,” Chay sighed, pulling Kim’s hand out of his hair. “C’mere,” he instructed, half-dragging Kim over to the couch. “This is not your fault,” he reiterated.

“Why else would they leak it?” Kim asked in a small voice.

“Some people are assholes?” Chay suggested, feeling triumphant when Kim let out a small huff of laughter. “You can’t blame yourself for everything,” he said. “Even though I know you want to.”

“Just when it’s my fault,” Kim muttered, petulant.

“You always think it’s your fault,” Chay argued back, flicking his forehead. Kim looked ready to disagree, but stopped short when Chay gave him a look. He was essentially pouting, now, and Chay rolled his eyes before pulling his boyfriend into his side. Kim immediately snuggled in closer, wrapping both arms around Chay like an octopus.

“I love you,” Chay told him, kissing the top of his head.

“I love you, too,” Kim said, his voice slightly muffled by Chay’s t-shirt.

“And this isn’t your fault,” Chay reminded him, starting to play with his hair. Kim stayed silent long enough for Chay to flick his ear.

“And this isn’t my fault,” Kim echoed back dutifully.

Chay smiled at that, continuing to play with Kim’s hair when he heard his phone buzz. He grabbed it, his other hand stilling without him noticing as he read the message.

prae 💃 lmao new just told me wik is dating someone named porchay???? do u hav something to tell me??? 😂😂😂

Fuck.

[emerald-ocelot]

My notifs are blowing up rn um thank you guys and sorry if I don't respond to ur comment I probably forgor or didn't see cause stupid 🥲

[fatuismooches]

I almost screamed in my hospital room when i checked my notifs on my phone after i woke up omg-

Smooches, you don't understand how happy i'am after seeing u back 😭🙏💞 i thought something happened to you 😭 its been so long.. I've been refreshing ur acc each time i want re-read some of ur works, hoping to see that u are still active and upload something.. I really miss ur ramblings and writings 😔

as always, another masterpiece has been created.. gosh ur Dottore Childhood Crush made my heart shudder. Especially when Dotty (not so) confessing his feelings towards reader, i literally can't stop smiling (i'm going to eat him bcs he is such a tsundere-). I miss ur writings so much, its so beautifully written 😭🛐💞 definitely became one of my favorite alongside ur Capitano Childhood Crush fic!

Anyways, how are u doing? I really hope that u are doing well 🙏🙏

-🥝

DWUIBWDU IM SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WORRY 🥝 ANON😭😭❤️ Don't worry I'm fine lovely, and thank you for re-reading my works. 🥰🙏 It actually makes me so happy that my stuff is worth re-reading that much- And I promise to post my ramblings- I've accumulated a lot while i was away😭

I'm so happy at all this positive response from my dottore childhood crush fic 🥺 !! And to think it's all the way up in your favorites?!! I'm so happy💗💗💗 And yea, I think Dottore is not very good with affectionate words, it comes as a struggle for him, not just because he doesn't know what to say but it's a bit of a blow to his ego, to think he's saying such nauseating sickly and syrupy sweet things- But he's still very good with words so he has no problem putting someone in their place if he has to. I think of him as more of an action sort of guy too!

As for me, I've been doing good! Same grind as always of course but I'm excited to indulge in more brainrot with you and everyone of course 🛐💞I'm real happy to see you in my inbox! I hope things get better for you 🥝 anon, ily.

[racingmiku2018]

would u mind telling the masses (me) about ur dnd campaign (i want 2 hear about pokemon dnd...)

omg yes always i love talking about our dnd campaign (using a readmore to prevent dash clogging) (also sorry for not getting to this in a timely manner tumblr keeps eating my notifications)

so the working base of our campaign is the pokemon mystery dungeon games, where you play as a pokemon on an exploration team at wigglytuffs guild. things are fine and normal until some asshole starts stealing time gears, which are gears that control the flow of time on the little pokemon continent youre on - in our campaign, there are 6 in total. i cant remember how many are in the actual games but it cant be much more than that? when a time gear is stolen from its little area, that whole area (until it hits the working area of another time gear) freezes in time and turns gray, and nothing can move in that grayed out freeze zone. so you go through the game trying to stop whoever stole the time gears and return the flow of time back to its normal ticking.

our party consists of a bard popplio, a time wizard nickit, a blood hunter fennekin/deerling hybrid called a fenneling, and a monk aipom - i play the aipom!

from here we start going into session summary territory and were in a little deep so please bear with the Text Wall 🙏 ill be skipping a lot of the minutiae in the interest of saving some characters bc idk tumblrs text limit but i can go into greater detail later

session one is, as one would expect, the one where all our characters meet and get acquainted, and we sign up for wigglytuffs guild as one team (much to the distress of one of our members, who does NOT want to be on an exploration team) but before we can actually call ourselves guild members, we have to go through a little test dungeon to retrieve a ribbon!

the test itself is easy enough. defeat 3 dungeon feral bidoof (they went down like sacks of potatoes) and go into the back room of the dungeon to grab a ribbon - except some dickhead morgrem managed to weasel his way onto the testing grounds and has the ribbon. he wants money or something better for it so we decide to give him an ass beating, he teleports away after dropping the ribbon, and we retrieve it, returning it safely to our testers hands - he is less than pleased about the state of the ribbon, which is torn and frayed and bloodied because we had to fucking fight for it.

now fully initiated members, we spend the night in the guild and get our first actual job the next day - oran berry collection at a nearby village of caterpie. we blow through the dungeon, where morgrem waits at the very end, eating all the damn oran berries which he probbaly fucking needed bc of how bad we beat his ass earlier, so we beat his ass AGAIN and also i managed to kill one of his little minion impidimps. this is the first actual kill that isnt a dungeon feral. we collect the required amount of oran berries somehow and leave some food for the village (the forest was their only food source and theyre all fucking starving) before returning to the guild with guilt ridden hearts. our guild master goodra is disappointed in how we took all the oran berries we could find, and the guy who tested us, indeedee, is proud of us for getting the amount of berries asked of us despite the circumstances. indeedee and goodra are in love but that doesnt come into play until later.

that night we (by which i mean nickit and fenneling, because aipom and popplio failed a check and missed the prophecy dream entirely) get our first prophecy dream! a shaymin is begging for help at waterfall cave. the next day, a shaymin runs to the guild and begs for help, because the time gear at waterfall cave has been stolen. we arent allowed to go there yet because were level 2 and still extremely squishy, so we have to take a different job beforehand. clearing the dungeon with some difficulty (we got our shit absolutely fucked by a couple of venonat which is extremely funny considering how low level they were in comparison to morgrem, who we almost reduced to a stain on the ground), we get to the end of a dungeon where we meet a celebi! she gives nickit some augury sticks, we deliver the item in the job description, and celebi teleports us back to the guild. as we sleep that night, fenneling makes a pact with fucking kyogre to get stronger, and then we all get pulled into a second prophecy dream - we are shown a bunch of disasters and are told not to trust hoopa.

for reasons, we have a day off the next day, so we decide to finally see whats what with waterfall cave, where we are kinda ambushed by a sneasler who threatened to kill us if we didnt quit the guild. naturally, we beat her within an inch of her life, but she teleported away like the morgrem, and we continued on with the dungeon exploration. at the end of waterfall cave, we meet a meowstic who happened to be part of the cult of hoopa, and he gives us a magic hoopa ring, which our popplio takes and puts on immediately, and the stress of the situation makes aipom hurl. we are then blasted out of waterfall cave by a geyser of water, and wake up in a hot spring.

we head back to the guild, and learn that indeedee has been captured by a big bad named grimmsnarl (i say 'a' big bad bc were like a quarter into the campaign and idk who the biggest bad is yet). goodra is extremely upset about this for obvious reasons. we catch him in time to tell him about the dream, the cave encounter, and the ring, and goodra tells us to please god stop wearing ths ring, here is access to my personal library where you can find wizard spells, i am going to go find indeedee please dont investigate the time gear thing until i tell you otherwise.

so we sleep.

the next day, shaymin rushes back to our guild because another time gear is gone and shit is FUCKED. he begs us to do something because the guilds current plan (which is 'run around like headless chickens in search of indeedee and also maybe the time gear thieves) is trash, so team silly (our team, who hates the name i chose bc i got cornered by a secretary) goes out to investigate.

or we try to, before getting cornered by the secretary vivillon again and given a mission to help a senior team because theyre getting fucking WALLOPED out there. so we go and we take out the cultist pokemon attacking the senior team of 3 poochyena, managing to bag our second actual kill that isnt a dungeon feral, which the poochyena are thrilled about because they want meat and we have just provided a fresh corpse. after saying our farewells to the poochyena, we realize nickit was able to put a tracker on the cultists, so we follow them to their base (which has been left abandoned), trash the place and their teleporter so they cant get back easily, and get clues: one of which says that this cult isnt a hoopa cult, and theyve been framing hoopa as the time gear thief, and another saying the locations of the remaining gears.

we go back to the guild and sleep, and after a very funny dream melding involving eggs and stage fright, we are pulled into a group dream with hoopa! he tells us hes not stealing time gears but we should start stealing time gears just so the big bads cant steal anymore and we stand a chance of restoring things back to normal.

the next day, we head out to a dungeon where a time gear is located, and get curbstomped by dungeon ferals for an hour before getting to the time gear puzzle, which we solve with ease, and now have to fight an aspect of cresselia - not as strong as the real cresselia, so we beat her ass with haste and flee with the gear before the real cresselia shows up. we figure we cant go back to the guild like this, so we run to the next town and are accosted by culists again, who we manage to absolutely murder, and our fenneling eats part of one for some godforsaken reason. upon reaching the next town, we take a ferry ride to the next time gear location (which is a whole fucking nightmare but idk how long the text limit is and we gotta Move) and fall underground, where, miraculously, there is a time gear! so we kill the aspect of tapu bolo guarding it, take the gear, and outrun the freezing zone currently heading right for the town we just left. we have the town evacuate and keep on moving. the entire north part of the continent is now frozen in time, so we head south to the last remaining gear, and the last unfrozen town in the continent.

the town we get to has two things: a bar/inn called club heartthrob, and a monastery. we rest at the bar/inn and spend some time at the monastery, whose abbott arboliva shows us to the nearby dungeon, so we clear it after the party explodes due to popplio having a meltdown in the time gear puzzle room. we then meet the real honest to god enamorous, who guards this last gear, and thankfully we dont fight bc enamorous is willing to talk with us and ascertain our goals. upon seeing that we are really just trying to make things right, she gives us the gear and a little thing to immobilize grimmsnarl (who has the other 3 gears) and sends us back to town, where that fucking morgrem has appeared, pissed off everyone in town, and gives us a message from his boss grimmsnarl saying that hes captured the guild pokemon and will kill them if we dont come to give him our gears.

arboliva gives us a gem that, when crushed, will summon every pokemon at this towns monastery to help us beat absolute ass if we need the help, and we go on our way.

on the way to go beat the fuck out of grimmsnarl, we gain a new party member, joltik, who becomes very useful very quick.

we get to grimmsnarls base, where we save the first half of the guild pokemon, and go deeper in to find grimmsnarl partying and the rest of our unconscious guild members, including popplios band members, goodra, and a half dead indeedee.

we come up with and perfectly execute a plan to shield the guild members until we can wake and unleash them onto grimmsnarls gang summoning arbolivas monastery and like every other pokemon on the grass continent that we managed to save with the town evac, and by god they are Pissed. we destroy grimmsnarls gang with the only real casualty being my aipom that went down like 4 times in the course of this fight, kill the FUCK out of grimmsnarl, and now we have to fill in the guild master about our game plan but we gotta wait until next session because goodra is very occupied with helping his boyfriend. and also our nickit is actually a zorua.

[poorwayfaringstrxnger]

hi guys [especially all the assassins creed blogs out there]

im sorry if u see me reblogging 792947 of ur posts and blowing up ur notifications bc it must be so irritating omg but u should take it as a compliment it means i love ur posts 🙏🏻🙏🏻

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment. 

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly. 

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches. 

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.” 

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest. 

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement. 

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room. 

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you. 

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up. 

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently. 

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric? 

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends. 

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back. 

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her. 

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.” 

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school. 

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High. 

Cut all ties now. You have two days. 

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon. 

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her. 

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.” 

“It’s none of your business, Zara.” 

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders. 

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym. 

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle. 

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left. 

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand. 

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to  catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning. 

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door. 

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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[shotorozu]

hellolololo!¡! so i recently saw this video where their

s/o goes on to omegle and the other person from omegle like goes “hi ur cute” or “u have snap?” and then their boyfriend just enters the frame,, can u do that to todobakudeku separately :3

if u dont understand u can check this out 😭 https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJdEqc7V/ tyy ❤️❤️

“ur kinda cute” on omegle

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

part two — part three

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack — ‘x reader’

note(s) : i love these types of requests 🤩 so i plan on making 3 parts with this (oh and don’t worry, i’ll finish the other tiktok prank series i have going on at the moment)

also, there’s no proofread on this so if there’s any typos or mistakes, sorry! i’ll be editing them in the morning

┈ ✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁ ┈

todoroki shouto

okay so, the entire tiktok idea was planned— but the part where shouto came in surely wasn’t staged

so, being a curious young person— you wanted to make a tiktok, where you went on omegle just to speak to people for fun

and inside of your head, you’re kinda thinking that “this is dumb, omg im going to get flashed on there.” also while you were setting up your laptop

but you just used the appropriate tags and !! you were set off for an adventure

you set your phone aside, and you filmed most of the experience— cutting out the not so interesting encounters out of your tiktok

and then came on a dude, who had a,, unique reaction. he didn’t seem all that fishy— until he asked you for your snap (your social medias, essentially)

“you’re kinda cute, y’know. how did i not see you before?”

you shake your head, “oh no no! i appreciate your compliment, but i’m very much taken!” your mind immediately flashing back to the image of your icyhot boyfriend

“nahh you’re lying! i don’t see any dude back there”

oh,, and that was because shouto was out getting snacks 🧎 “no really dude, i appreciate it! i’m very much taken and being disloyal is out of the question!”

this dude just kept insisting and insisting, and due to the struggle— you weren’t able to hear the door knob jiggle

it seemed to be that his advances came to an end, and your lover made an entrance— a mop of red and white peaked out from the door frame

and the dude literally got scared and ended the conversation 💀 because you really weren’t lying!

you also figured that it was time to end your omegle shenanigans, and finish the tiktok— because your boyfriend was already there “hi love, who were you talking to?”

you closed your laptop, and offered him a smile “i was on omegle for a tiktok! i’m glad you’re back.” you discard your phone, wrapping your arms around his torso (and also making sure you don’t delete the draft)

shouto doesn’t say a lot, but he immediately accepts your touch, setting the groceries aside.

he doesn’t question the fact that you were on omegle because well,, he had to get used to your shenanigans on tiktok SOMEHOW

a few hours later, you posted the tiktok— and almost immediately, the tiktok gains a lot of attention

“i love how your boyfriend drove the last dude away 💀💀” “man the last dude didn’t take the hint 🗿” “your boyfriend indirectly protected you! we need more guys like him.”

you snicker at the comments, which ultimately gathered shouto’s attention “what’s up, love?”

you show him the tiktok, “the tiktok did well.” he’ll comment calmly, but shouto’s lowkey MAD ?? that a dude had the audacity. but he’s just glad that you’re happy just maybe,, don’t go on omegle anymore 💀

“love— next time, let me in on your tiktoks.” he says, running a thumb along your cheek lightly. because he was actually quite entertained, putting everything aside

bakugou katsuki

as if bakugou katsuki would let you go on OMEGLE, a place that’s known for having the sketchiest people to ever exist— but make it virtual

but being with you made him realize that well,, if you want to do something, you’ll go through lengths just to do it.

even the great bakugou katsuki can’t really stop you. whatever makes you happy— but oh, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t highly discourage it

which lead you to go on omegle for a tiktok in the other room, while bakugou exercised in the very next room.

when you told him that you wanted to film a tiktok, bakugou only shrugged— “don’t do overly dumb shit.” was what he only told you and he left the door open too

you then set up your phone and laptop, applied the appropriate tags— and went off to make your tiktok

you only filmed the interesting encounters, and the people you met on there were very diverse in personality and just,, in general.

after the 4th encounter, then came a rather interesting dude. he didn’t seem all that ordinary but he wasn’t spectacular. he was just nice

and the conversation was rather normal— until he started asking for your socials “putting everything aside, do you have social media? you’re really cute.”

you reject immediately, “oh no, i appreciate your words but— i already have a boyfriend.”

you just have to hope that he noticed bakugou walking back and forth with equipment, but with his next words— that doesn’t seem to be the case

“i didn’t see anyone back there, a simple no would’ve been sufficient instead.” uh oh

“no really, i—” and before things escalated, katsuki’s head peaked through the door frame, freshly out of the shower “are you almost done, idiot?”

the dude literally looked behind you, and thought “oh shit, their boyfriend is bakugou fucking katsuki.” because bakugou is famous for,, multiple different reasons

the dude’s camera shakes in terror, “oh uhm,, it was nice meeting you!” not long before he dips from of the conversation, never to be seen again.

closing your laptop— you end the tiktok while bursting into laughter, and this action just confused katsuki ever further. he heard you speaking to someone, and when he looked, the person was nowhere to be seen

“what are you laughing at??”

“nothing katsuki, i was laughing at the tiktok i just made.”

then— you figured that it would be best to tell katsuki now that you were on omegle (long story short, he wasn’t pleased)

he scolded you that you shouldn’t be on omegle, but let’s be honest, he couldn’t stay mad at you— so he just cuddles the frustration away

when you upload the tiktok the following hours, it blows up pretty quickly—with comments like “LOL IS THAT BAKUGOU KATSUKI??” “he had guts until he saw bakugou katsuki 💀” “tbh i’d be scared too”

and when you report the news the katsuki, he smirks— “as he should be.”

midoriya izuku

at this point, izuku is very much used to your shenanigans on tiktok. he’s very supportive of whatever you do all in all

but, about omegle,,, yeah,, as much as he trusts you— he does not trust omegle. he’s aware that it’s a shady place, and he doesn’t advise that you do go on that website bc he cares

so when you brought up the tiktok idea, he proposed that he’d be there, right beside you just to monitor if anyone’s being weird :)

and that’s great! because you also wanted to ask if he wanted to be a reoccuring guest in your tiktok— and of course, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he opposed?

he helps you set up your laptop and phone— all of that sort of stuff, and then you guys were off to make an interesting tiktok

oh, but izuku did apply the appropriate tags because he didn’t want you to see odd things he was secretly nervous but,, you were very ethusiastic, so he was too.

the first several people were interesting in their own way— especially with their reactions to your boyfriend appearing on screen

usually, they’d back off with, and comment on how cute your boyfriend is— wishing the both of you well before calmly leaving to meet new people,

that was how it was, until you met this person in particular.

he sounded very,, egotistical— i wouldn’t say that because you’ve just met the dude, but he acted like everyone wanted him or it sounded like that

then he says, “you definitely have a phone number, right? you’re cute, just my type.” wkdksmd this is awkward since izuku’s right beside you, but he’s just outside of the frame

then, izuku pops out of the frame— in all his cute ass glory, he gives a small wave to the not so pleased stranger

“please, that’s your boyfriend?” he scoffs, “with those arms, he looks like he could be your little brother! now let me ask again—”

it’s really weird?? because have you seen izuku’s gainz?? and this dude’s audacity is extraordinary.

but little did this guy know, he’s looking at midoriya izuku— and,, you’ve seen his performance in the sports festival.

the dude takes another glance at your boyfriend, who’s sitting there right beside you— and he realizes who he was talking to

“oh shit, you’re—” and before the both of you could realize it, he nopes out of the conversation.

after that encounter, you burst into a fit of laughter— the look on izuku’s face being priceless. “you should’ve seen your reaction!”

“haha, i guess he knew who i was,” he says bashfully, cheeks warming up. because it registered in his mind that people actually knew who he was. “can you,, upload the tiktok later? i want to hug you— i mean! if that’s fine.”

of course it’s fine! you oblige, and give him all the hugs he could ever need

after cuddling with izuku, you do upload the tiktok— and an hour later, your tiktok notifications blow up

the tiktok all in all gathered 1M views, 780K likes, and over 1,500 comments— most of them saying stuff like

“your boyfriend’s reaction was so cute?? i know he looked like he was going to punch him through the screen but 👀” “last dude was just not it.” “LMAO HE REALLY TRIED IT” “is your boyfriend IZUKU MIDORIYA??”

when you excitingly showed him the tiktok’s results, he was certainly pleased— because most of the comments were positive, and also because the tiktok’s results made you happy

“i’m glad that it did well!” he’ll sigh in relief, pressing a kiss against your temple, let’s just not go on there ever again

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May I request the "Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” with makoto and akechi? I love them both so much and i am in deprete need of fluff

Akechi Goro

You stood patiently in Akechi’s office in the police department, your hands resting on the polished wood of his desk. He instructed you to wait while he finished up some afternoon work for the day.

You spun around in his chair with a huff of air, looking around curiously. You never had really gotten too good of a look at Akechi’s office, but there wasn’t much to look at.. Some plaques, some photos.. But the most extra thing he has was a mug with pens in it.

“I should really push him to decorate more in here..” You murmured to yourself, brows furrowing in contemplation.

Suddenly the office door flew open, causing you to jump in alarm, eyes darting to the culprit. Akechi stood in a disheveled state, kicking the door shut behind him. He discarded his long coat, as a trail of sweat leaked down his forehead.

“Hey, baby. How was your day?” You asked with a kind smile, watching as Akechi only let out a tired huff and dragged the chair across from yours beside you.

You already knew the drill, letting him lean against you as silence overcame the two of you. Akechi pulled out his phone and began typing something, but you paid it no mind. You rain your fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp, blowing on the back of his neck to cool him down.

“Long day I’m assuming?” You asked gently, only getting a tired sigh in return again. Akechi rolled over and put his phone down on the desk beside you before speaking.

“We got a lead on the case I was assigned, and I spent the whole day running around the city... And I didn’t think about how hot it was today so I lugged around that pesky coat..” Akechi groaned, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Aw, poor thing.” You cooed kissing his forehead.

“Well, relax okay? You have a little bit of time off before you habe to go back out.”

“Luckily..” He sighed basking in your touch.

His phone dinged in the silence, and he chose to pay it no mind in favor of closing his eyes. Though you on the other hand, found yourself turning your head to the glowing screen. You pulled one hand away from Akechi’s hair and let the other loop between his arms in an embrace, while the other reached over for the device.

What caught your eye was the background, not the notification..

“Am I your lock screen?”

Akechi choked on his own breath as he jolted forwards slightly, head whipping to the phone in your hand. Clumisly he snatched it back and shoved it away somewhere, a pink hue dusting his cheeks rapidly.

“You weren’t supposed to see that..” He mumured in embarrassment, looking anywhere but you.

“Hey? Why so glum. I think it’s cute, honey.” You hummed in glee, rubbing your nose onto his.

He appeared stunned momentarily, before he noticed you pull out your own phone. You revealed the black screen that soon lit up into an image of him, smiling as he tried out a new food.

At the similarity his face melted into a tired smile, full of warmth and joy.

Makoto Niijima

You absentmindedly waited in LéBlanc Cafe, scrolling through your phone quietly. Ryuji, Akira and Haru talked around you in excitement about some new video game. Though confusion mostly came from Haru’s behalf.

You waited for your girlfriend to come back from the restroom, tapping your feet against the floor.

“Hey, [Name]! You excited for tomorrow?” Ryuji asked changing the subject, nudging your foot with his under the table.

You jumped at the contact and turned to him quickly, setting your phone down beside your girlfriends.

“Huh...? What’s tomorrow..?” You asked in blatant confusion.

“Makoto didn’t tell ya— OW!” Ryuji grunted suddenly, looking to Akira who held a blank face with his elbow rested in Ryuji’s side.

“Oh....” Ryuji caught on, eyes widening in realization.

Your brows furrowed but you shook it off, reaching over for your phone. You opened it, but the wallscreen that met your eyes didn’t belong to you.

The imagine was you watching some fireworks during new years, caught mid air as you jumped around in excitement. Your face softened at the memory, remembering that day so vividly and how it went.

Then you realized.

This wasn’t your phone..

It was Makoto’s.

Your face turned beet red as you suddenly set the phone down, covering your cheeks in embarrassment.

“Whoa there [Name]! What’d you see?” Ryuji said with a laugh, grabbing at the phone with a grin only to falter once he saw the image.

“Aww!” Haru cooed looking at the image. Akira himself even let out a smile, glancing to your flushed form.

“I’m back.” Makoto announced, walking over to the table with a smile.

“Hi, Honey.” You said with a smile, looking sway from her eyes.

“Is there something wrong, love?” Makoto asked in concern, sitting back down next to you. Her hand rested on yours, causing your heart to race.

“U-Um.. Well...” You started, tugging on your shirt collar.

“Am I your lockscreen..?”

At the question, Makoto’s face grew red as she looked down at her lap.

“I-I’m sorry.. If it makes you uncomfortable.. I just.. I thought yoy looked pretty that night..” She explained, covering her mouth with her hand.

You looked around, cheeks still a light pink. You slid closer to her, and let out a small breath of air.

“I.. I think it’s cute, Makoto..” You mumbled, giving a shy smile when her head lifted up.

“R-Really..?” She stumbled, blinking slowly.

“Mhm..” You affirmed with a nod.

“I love you very much, [Name].” Makoto said confidently, holding your hand in hers.

“I love you too, Makoto.”

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AHHHH GUYS IM SO SORRY HI IM NOT DEAD!!!!! I HOPE UR ALL OKAY RN!! also to anyone new or wondering since im back requests r back open :D

[hyunjilicious]

that night [harry styles]

A best friends to something else type of story. Exactly 7.8k (literally 7800 words which is scary) and you know I can’t write that much without SMUT. This takes place during a sleepover at the end of quarantine! Maybe tell me what you thought? :) (I promise I’ll edit this soon!)

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“Show me yer phone, love” Harry groaned, sending you the coldest of death stares. The night started off as usual, you two just watching some old documentaries, paying more or less attention to them as you mostly just sat and talked. Things took a turn when your phone started blowing up with messages. Being the kind of person who always replies in an instant, suspicions arose when you decided to completely ignore the texts. Although Harry never violated your privacy and never pushed you for answers you didn’t want to give, when you started laughing and got nervous about whoever it was that kept texting you, he figured it would be worth it to push your buttons.

“I said no” you repeated yourself, standing up from the couch. There were two main reasons you didn’t want to talk about the person texting you, and these 2 reasons were also probably the only two things in the world you wouldn’t want to discuss with him.

“Why no’?” he asked offended, following you into the kitchen, like a small child begging his parents to let him have his way, “What can be tha’ bad? I wouldn’t have asked any questions if yeh hadn’t been so off about it from the start”

You turned and looked at him dead in the eye, contemplating what to say next. He beat you to it.

“Is it a guy? Have you been seein’ someone?” Harry asked as he walked over to you, completely ignoring your personal space. “Is tha’ it? I don’t wanna read yeh texts, just tell me yes or no, and I’ll drop it. Promise”

You took a deep breath. “Yes, it’s a guy” you said calmly, “But we’re not seeing each other”

“Then why does he keep texting yeh like crazy?”

“Crazy…” you sighed, tapping your chin, “Good description”

“Come on, Y/n” Harry whined, tapping your shoulder as he walked past you and towards the refrigerator, “Just tell me, I’m really curious, crazy how?”

“Promise you’re not gonna freak out?” you laughed, grabbing whatever he was pulling out of the fridge and handing to you. You stopped paying attention after three cups of pudding and one bottle of wine.

“When have I ever freaked out?” he joked, mocking himself. He was usually a calm person, more composed than anyone you’ve ever met, and he less than rarely got angry. And from those times when he did lose his temper, 90% of cases were mild and he was still calmer than anyone else in that kind of situation, but that 10% left was pure terror. When his friends told you years ago that nothing’s scarier than Harry when he was truly mad, you didn’t quite believe them. You had to see for yourself to accept it. It only happened a few times in almost 5 years, but you always still did everything you could to keep him from going off again.

“Ok, so” you started speaking as you rummaged around your kitchen for bowls and glasses, “His name is Marcus and we actually met on Tinder-”

“Wait a second” he cut you off, “During the lock down?”

“Oh, no. It happened before all of this madness. Around january, I think”

It was obvious he was already bothered by how this conversation started, but he did his best to control himself so you wouldn’t decide to drop it. “Pretty serious, then, huh?” he said eventually.

“Literally the opposite” you laughed, pouring the pudding into the bowl, “We saw each other once-” and it hurt you to say the following part but you did it nonetheless, “hooked up, and didn’t talk since”

Pure annoyance was readable on his features. “Apparently haven’t talked until now?”

“Yeah, I mean-” you cringed, “He texted me like a week or so ago and we didn’t - vibe, and he got weird, so like I muted the conversation for 7 days because I didn’t want him to bother me anymore but he got so defensive it was funny so I didn’t really wanna block him”

“Yeh muted the guy a week ago and he still keeps trying?” Harry asked, completely taken aback, “Can’t blame him, but still, tha’s a bit much”

“It is” you nodded in agreement, and motioned for him to open the bottle of wine for you.

“He must have liked yeh a lot” he mumbled, twisting the corkscrew into the top of the bottle, “Maybe you two had a really great time, and he-”

“Harry” you stopped him, leaning your head to the side, “I know you’re squeezing information out of me right now, but I honestly don’t think you want to hear more of this”

“Ok” he sighed defeated, “I’m gonna stop pushin’ yeh. Thanks for tellin’ me tho. And sorry if I crossed any lines''

“You haven’t, H” you smiled, giving him a hug from behind. “It’s fine”

After gathering everything you had fixed up to take into the living room, the pudding and the wine, as you passed the threshold of the kitchen, you heard Harry speak up, traces of amusement audible in his voice. “But like… At least was the sex good?”

“You want me to answer that?” you chuckled, plopping down on the couch. “Do you seriously want me to answer that?”

“Yeah” Harry shrugged, smiling innocently.

“It was horrible” you said bluntly and watched his grin wilt away. “Probably the worst sex I’ve ever had. No, no, no.. Definitely the worst sex I have ever had in my entire life”

His mouth fell agape. “Seriously? Why?”

“Well, i got to his house… And you know, up until then everything was fine, like he seemed like a completely normal and fun guy while we texted but like, as soon as i got to his place he became really… I don’t even know how to put it, he was um.. Very clingy and weird and we talked for a bit but then when we went to his room he turned into literally the biggest asshole I met”

“What?” Harry exclaimed, “Tha’s not wha’ I expected”

“Exactly!” you laughed, “Neither did I!”

“Then wha’ happened?”

“I went down on him and he didn’t do the same because apparently he finds that gross? That’s what he told me but I didn’t wanna get into it because I went there to get dick so I was like let’s just fuck, and we did… We made out a bit, got him worked up again, and when we fucked I literally thought something was wrong with me, because he just.. I don’t know. Bumped into me and after he finished I was there like… What just happened?”

“Yeh were right when yeh said I didn’t wanna hear this”

“Told you” you giggled, grabbing your pudding and toying with your teaspoon.

“Jus’ stop using Tinder, please” Harry eventually shook his head.

“A girl has needs, ok?”

He was enraged and completely ignored your words, “And wha’ does he want from yeh now? He really thinks yeh’d see him again? Really?”

“I don’t even know what he’s been saying, honestly” you shrugged.

“Can I see?” 

“Can you like, read from the notification box? I don’t wanna leave him on seen”

Harry nodded in agreement and you gave him your phone. He pressed the lock button, the screen lit up, and it was instantly flooded with texts from him. Since you put the conversation on mute a week ago, you had no idea what he had been saying. It seemed that he didn’t appreciate your lack of interest and that he didn’t bother to hold back.

‘You pathetic whore, u really think ur gonna find someone better than me? U think ur so high and mighty and hot but  ur gonna die alone you bitch. Do u feel better about yourself if u juts ignore my texts???? Well good for fucking u-’ and Harry locked the phone, the screen going black.

“The fuck did I just read?” he questioned, his annoyance from earlier, now morphing into pure anger.

“You said you wanted to read” you shook your head.

“Why does he think he can talk to yeh like that?”

“I don’t honestly care” you sighed, “It’s not like I’ll ever see him again, so he can go and say anything he wants”

“‘S not how that works, darlin’” he said.

"Can we drop this, please" you sighed, unable to quite look in his direction, "I don't like this"

"Well-" Harry erupted and judging by the way his voice instantly died down, you could tell he almost lost control, "I don't fucking like it either, ok? But yeh shouldn't jus' accept tha'!"

"I wouldn't call it acceptance, H" you shook your head, discarding your bowl of pudding and jumping straight to the bottle of wine. "I told him I'm not interested, and I stopped replying. It's not acceptance... he just keeps trying"

"But for some reason yeh're letting him talk t' yeh like tha'"

"Well-" you shrugged, and took a big gulp of red wine, "He talks by himself"

"Y/n…" Harry called, his voice soft and you could tell that there was anger hidden somewhere deep inside, but you still appreciated the fact that he managed to keep it contained. He extended his arm, his fingers brushing against the side of your thigh. It was a soft, delicate touch, that made every hair on your body stand up. He did it to get your attention and boy, did it work. Instantly, your eyes snapped to his, and were met with something you did not see coming. "Can I say something?" he asked cautiously, his eyes shining with genuine worry.

"You're making this into something much more significant than it actually is"

"I'll drop it" he eventually nodded, "If you promise me something"

"What?"

"If anythin' similar to this happens again, tell me"

"And what are you gonna do about it?" you giggled, trying to lighten the mood. As you kept staring into his green eyes, you brought the wine bottle up to your lips, took a long sip, and then handed it to him.

He took the bottle out of your hands, seemingly not giving more than two shits about it. The warmth in his eyes accentuated as his eyebrows gathered into a concerned furrow, "Make sure it doesn't get to yeh"

"It doesn't" you smiled.

"Lemme make sure" 

"Ok, Harry" you laughed, "I promise you that the next time a guy from Tinder gets mad about me not reciprocating the feeling, and he starts sending me that kind of texts, I will tell you"

The sarcasm just flowed out of you, and he was not impressed.

"I meant in general, love"

"Any guy?" you taunted, "Not just from tinder?"

"Fucking put on tha’ movie" he shook his head, "I know yeh too well. Won't get anywhere until you get some wine in tha’ belly"

"That's your plan?" you laughed, "Get me drunk and make me spill all my secrets?"

"I never assumed you had any secrets, but yeah, now I wanna know those too" Harry grinned, throwing his arm around you and pulling you to his chest. Although this kind of intimacy was something you've been somewhat used to, tonight it was just a bit more difficult to bear. And it may all have been due to the way he mentioned he wouldn’t want anything to get to your head, and the way he said he’d make sure of it. Even though you weren’t truly clear how he’d do that and what exactly was going through his head, it was crystal clear how you’d have him do that.

But now was not the time. You glued your eyes to the TV screen, and begged your brain to focus on the movie in front of you and not whatever Harry was thinking about, mere inches away from you.

There had been something in the air that night, because neither of you managed to pay any kind of attention to the movie anymore. You talked, the conversation not going back to the previous topic, you laughed, gossiped like there was no tomorrow, and now it was almost 4am, and you and Harry were 3 bottles of wine in. Deciding to cut the alcohol before it was too late, you settled for water, as Harry went on to finish a weird story he once heard from a hippie touring the states in his van. He was completely smitten, his eyes shone with admiration for the old man. Harry spoke with words of great respect about a life he wished he could once live. It was only a matter of time until it would get to you.

“But,” you sighed, laying down and placing your head into his lap, “You really seem like the kind of guy to pack his bags and just leave. Like get a couple of friends or something, leave a note saying you’ll eventually be back, and just travel around the world”

“I kinda already do tha’ love” Harry laughed, double chin showing as he looked down at you.

“Not what I meant” you shook your head, “And you know it”

“Wha’ did yeh mean, then?”

He looked down at you, his hands finding their way into your hair as you contemplated how to put the words together. “I don’t know… Less social interaction-” you finally said, “Make it less about living the same songs in front of thousands of people, and more about living a completely new experience as you really get to know just a handful of people”

He didn’t look convinced. His dimples were showing, and a chuckle was threatening to escape his lips.

“That didn’t make any sense, did it?” you laughed.

“It did” Harry smiled, “Might have’ta resume this in tha’ morning, but i think i got the idea”

You pointed your finger to him, “Best”

“Me?” he grinned, grabbing your hand, “Oh, stop it!”

“Not you, your idea”

“Nice save, love”

You wanted to object and keep this topic going as the butterflies in your stomach started to riot, but just as you opened your mouth to speak, the sound of your phone receiving another text filled the air. In an instant, your eyes locked with Harry’s and you knew he wasn’t gonna let any of that shit slide. Not wanting to give him the chance to protest, you sprung up and leaned towards the coffee table, your fingers barely managing to brush against the side of your phone before Harry grabbed your waist and yanked you back, pressing you against the cushions of the sofa as he hovered above you.

The intimacy and urgency of this whole charade made your skin crawl, and you couldn’t help but let a few giggles escape, “What are you doing?” you laughed.

“Not lettin’ tha’ asshole ruin your night, love” Harry smirked, tilting your head so that you had to face him. 

“I’ll see the text in the morning and it will ruin my whole day” you played along, but as it turned out, you dug your own grave.

“Oh?” he grinned, “So it does get to you”

“No!” you belted, “That is not what I meant, Jesus harry”

“Come on, hon” 

His head tilted to the side, before he leaned down and nudged the tip of your nose with his. “Jus’ say the word”

That sent burning chills down your spine, and your cheeks couldn’t do anything but to comply and turn an erotic shade of pink.

“I’m not sure what to say” you mumbled, fighting against the urge to jump on him.

“I’m yer best friend, love-” he made a small pause, for dramatic effect, and just stared down at you while your blood boiled, “Lemme show yeh how good yeh can feel”

“I-”

He cut you off, obviously proud of himself, “I obviously wouldn’t have asked twice if I hadn’t felt you squeeze your thighs around me”

“Fuck, Harry-” you said, embarrassment rushing all over you as you threw your hands in the air.

He leaned down, and brushed his lips along your jaw, “Yeh could be screaming tha’ name”

Regaining your composure, you grabbed his chin and forced him to make eye contact once again, “What does this mean to you?”

“It doesn’t have t’ mean anything we don’t want it to” he nodded, “Just friends looking out of one another”

“Mhm..” you choked, “Yep”

“Tell me, and I’ll get off of you”

Your answer came a short second later. “Yeah, get off” you said sternly.

His features barely got a chance to show the disappointment that enveloped him, because as soon as the words left your mouth, you pushed yourself up. Excitement started showing on his face as you pushed yourself up. With a devilish smile on your lips, you grabbed the hem of his shirt; not giving him a chance to secure his balance on his knees before you pulled the material up his body. He clumsily shuffled out of it, his tattoos coming into full view.

“Is that a new one” you asked, pointing to his left shoulder.

To your surprise he took you seriously, and looked down, obviously confused, “Which one, love?”

“This one” you grinned, pushing yourself up and against his chest, this way, giving yourself a chance to press your lips to the base of his neck.

Harry’s whole body shivered under you as he let out a small chuckle. Instantly, his hands found your waist. Once your lips grazed his sensitive skin, the muscles of his neck relaxed as if under a spell and his head fell back. Harry’s fingers dug into your sides as your teeth sunk his flesh, sucking profusely. Having waited for this so many years, it felt all too real and completely unreal at the same time. There was a fire burning inside of you and the soft moans slipping past his lips were no help with taming it.

“Having fun?” Harry laughed, but his confidence and usual air of self control were shaking.

As a response, you bit into his ear lobe and delighted yourself with the whimpers of pleasure he didn’t even try to hide.

Although burning for it, you didn’t have it in you to go for his lips, so when he was the one to do it, all your radars went crazy. The way he grabbed your chin and pulled you closer, it was all you wished for. Years worth of pent up emotions dripped from your lips and onto his.

How ungrateful and inappropriate would it have been for you to beg for more and guide the situation in a different direction? Even if his gentleness made your knees weak, the heat between your legs begged for a less kissing and a lot more biting. 

It was when he pressed you down against him that made you forget about everything that held you back. His erection was rubbing against your thigh as you grinded down on him, and you couldn’t help but break the kiss and sink your teeth into his lower lip.

Harry threw his head back against your touch, and a proud smile lifted up the corners of your mouth.

“Come on” you moaned, kissing your way down to his ear, “Show me how you should treat a girl”

His fingers snuck into your hair and pulled your head back, forcing your eyes to meet his’, “Is it me? Or are yeh a bit more excited for this than you initially let on?”

Your eyes sparkled as you let out the fib, “It’s just you”

Grinning, he shook his head in mock approval, and secured you in his hold, before effortlessly spinning the two of you around. Now, a mess of limbs, you looked up at Harry with what could only be described as pure lust. And it all reflected on his features. His ridiculously messy curls framed his face perfectly, allowing his proud gaze to fuel your engines.

With all your might you wanted to let him take the lead and not show too much enthusiasm, but it felt next to impossible. Before you knew it, your hands were cupping his cheeks again, forcing his body flush against your own. He kissed you back with no hesitation, as if he too waited years for this to finally happen, as if this was his dumb way of confessing to you that he too, was head over heels for you. But that was a scenario that regardless of its likelihood, was sure to ruin your mood. 

So you pushed it aside, forced your mind to fall on standby, and instead, you concentrated on the way his hands explored every single inch of your body. When he broke the kiss, you wanted to protest, your tongue crying from the sudden loss of contact. But his lips traveled lower, kissing all the way over down your neck, along your collarbones, and across your chest. It was all aggravated and hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough. 

“Yeh good?” Harry asked, looking up at you, cheeks all flushed.

“Yep, yeah” you whispered, the weight of the moment turning your voice into a light chuckle. Breathless and innocent, you were on cloud nine, and all your struggles to keep that hidden were in vain.

Delicately, as only he could, Harry pushed your shirt over your head, leaving you exposed, a fact which sent a whole new wave of pleasure down your body. This gesture alone shook your whole world, but he wasn't wasting any time. You barely even got a chance to catch your breath before he lowered himself, and cupped your breasts into his palms. Your back arched in an instant, and when his warm lips connected to your skin, goosebumps propagated all over your whole body. As circled his lips and caught your nipple between his teeth, your mind went crazy, muscles sizzling with anticipation. A suggestive moan slipped from your throat, and you could tell it surely tickled his ego.

“Gettin’ there?” he questioned even if he already knew the answer.

You threw him half a shrug, tilting your head to the side and pressing your cheek to your shoulder.

“So fuckin’ cute, angel” Harry chuckled, shaking his head as he crawled up your body, “Why’re yeh so cute?”

“How would I know?” you blushed, playing along with his overly teasing approach, “You’re the one who sad it”

“Don’t know why I think yeh’re cute?”

You nodded no.

A small but sure fire lit up his features, and he knew it was on. He did maintain the eye contact for a while, but when he finally looked down at your body, nonchalantly staring at your chest, that was when your breath got caught in your throat. The pressure was building up, yet Harry kept pushing your buttons. 

In desperate need to pick up the pace, you nudged his chin with the back of your fingers, and when his eyes caught yours; you raised one eyebrow, motioning for him to continue. “Wha’ do yeh want me t’ tell yeh, love?” Harry grinned, leaning down to kiss your neck.

“Tell me what you like about me” you laughed, linking your fingers in his hair. While you laughed due to the amount of different emotions that coursed through you, Harry made it all the more difficult for you to keep it together. His kisses were light enough for you to feel the ounces of love that dripped from his lips, but carnal enough to keep you on your toes.

“I love everything about yeh” he murmured against your skin, his chain of passionate kisses crossing over to the other side of your neck, “I mean, wha’s there not t’ like?”

“Word” you giggled, your sarcasm coming in perfect contrast to the weakness his question brought to your knees.

“Fuckin’ love every inch” Harry said, having completely ignored your joke, “Every single part of yeh, yer body and god, yer mind”

His hands cupped the sides of your rib cage, as his lips traveled down your sternum. He seemed lost, completely absorbed. Every time he looked up at you, it was impossible not to notice how out of this world his eyes seemed. Glossy and dark, extravagant green looking to explore more of you. And those were only the times you managed to catch him staring. The pleasure this man provided surpassed the moaning level, he got you working hard not to scream in ecstasy, as his tongue ran laps around your nipples, and the way his lips sucked with that specific amount of pressure. It looked as if he already knew where all your buttons were, he acted as if he knew your body better than you did. And for you, that was a new experience, which would’ve already been too much, even without Harry involved. But seeing your fingers get lost in his absolutely perfect in a messy kind of way locks, as he treated your skin with such refined skill, you found yourself way too close to the edge.

In the high of the moment, probably following an unidentifiable stimulus, you found yourself concentrated on the way his palms felt against your skin. He held you in his arms as if you were the most precious thing he ever laid eyes on. And for some reason, that feeling alone had you skyrocketing.

It was when you moaned out loud, for the first time not holding back, that he finally decided to give you what he promised. 

“Yeh sure this is ok, angel, yeah?” he murmured, looking up at you. 

His light stubble tickled the lower side of your abdomen as his breath barely managed to reach your skin. 

“Yeah” you clumsily nodded, your words coated in fervid enthusiasm.

Something happened. Something clicked inside of him. You saw it in the way his eyes warmed up. For a second he didn’t move, instead he just took in everything that was happening. When he eventually pushed himself up, you expected him to help you or motion for you to undress, but he didn’t. Harry lowered himself on top of you, pressing his chest against your own.

His fingers locked themselves against your chin, “I really wanna fucking do this right for yeh”

His confession took you aback. The seriousness in this tone was not something you anticipated. At first, he was the one who made it all seem like a meaningless game, yet right now, it seemed as though he fell into his own trap. 

All you could do was nod. Nod in approval, nod as a sign for him to keep going. As a promise that it was all ok. This attitude of his was not something you signed up for. Even if it looked like the beginning of what you always wanted, it also felt a little bit too sudden.

“Come here” you cooed, cupping his cheeks in a loving manner.

In an instant, he leaned into your touch, his skin burning against your damp palms. For the x-th time that evening, his lips melted onto yours, but something felt different. But you kept going, allowed the moment to carry you further without giving yourself the burden of dictating a direction. 

And seconds passed, and with each one, his touch became more and more aggravated. You could feel his need, and you have loved to think that what you were feeling from him was love, but it was just too big of a step to take right now. Not too shortly after, the situation escalated towards the point you left off earlier. You let him take the lead, and he soon returned to his usual self.

Harry made his way down your body through a chain of lingering kisses, each one of them awakening yet another side of you. This time, you were given no time to prepare. His experienced hands grabbed your thighs, groping their way up to your hips. Although it was fairly fast, it felt like an eternity. You breathing picked up when his fingers hooked themselves into the waistband of your leggings, and without even thinking about it, you pushed yourself up, allowing him to take them off. 

Now, you hadn’t seen this coming, because if you had, you probably would have chosen to wear something less embarrassing than your Superman underwear. Your cheek heated up as if it was the first time a man had seen you naked, and all your insecurities washed over you. None of those thoughts crossed Harry’s mind though. 

He just smiled - a gesture whose roots you’d never know. 

Harry positioned himself between your legs, his fingers gingerly tracing up and down your outer thighs. “Really fucken gorgeous, yeh know tha’?”

His compliments have never been this hard to receive, “Shut up” you chuckled, rolling your eyes as you couldn't help but squirm under his stare.

“Wha’?” Harry grinned, leaning his head to the side as he let his teasing side take over, 

“Tha’ tinder fuckface never told yeh just how perfect yeh look?”

“This is still about him, huh?”

“It’s about yeh, love” Harry rolled his eyes, letting his nails graze your skin, “Always been about yeh, always will be”

With each word that let his mouth, he leaned down, lower and lower, until every inch of his body was pressing against your own. He dominated the moment, and you love it.

When he engulfed your lips into a kiss, his right hand traveled between your legs. That alone made your core vibrate, and knowing there was no way to hide your enthusiasm, made you smile.

You felt the back of his fingers trace up and down your opening, and his words confirmed your suspicions. He pulled away from your lips just enough so he could speak, but he was still too close for you to properly see his features - he was just a few literal inches away, “I can’t wait to taste yeh, doll”

The grin on his lips and the pride of his tone, had a visible effect on you. The hairs on your body stood up in anticipation, and you couldn’t help but arch your back and close your legs around him. You kissed him back, and this time, it was on.

As his tongue pushed past your lips, Harry’s hands lewdly traveled down your sides, caressing every inch of exposed skin they found in their way. You didn’t see the eagerness coming, but when he reached between your legs, the flimsy material of your underwear didn’t even begin to come in his way. He shoved his hand under your panties, his fingers instantly coming in contact with your opening.

It was solely the emotional value of the moment that made you nearly gasp. Harry took his sweet damn time, as if you needed any more foreplay. The pads of his fingers gingerly traced up and down your opening a few times, before coming back up again to rest against your clit. It was soft and easy at the beginning, but the feather light touch of his fingers started gaining more and more pressure as subtle circular movements started to form.

When you looked up at him, you were met with the mess of curls that had fallen onto his forehead as he had his head hanging low, with his eyes trained between your bodies. With a gentle nudge against his chin, you prompted him to look up. At first he seemed a bit disoriented, but a wicked grin shortly appeared on his lips. It made you smile.

He was the one to resume the kiss, making it gentle this time - in perfect contrast with the action of his fingers, as he slowly made his way past your folds. When the first finger went in, you curled the corners of your mouth in anticipation. It felt fine, but it was just the tip of the iceberg and you knew it. Eager for more, you allowed your teeth to lewdly sink into his lower lip, willing to show him you wanted more. 

With a grunt, Harry shuffled a bit, his knees bucking into your hips. The deep breath he released tickled your skin, but you weren’t going to let this go. As you forced your teeth just a bit deeper into his plush skin, Harry let his forehead fall against yours. 

His tongue neatly traced along your upper lip, and you thought it was in response to your actions. And this erroneous thought kept you from anticipating his next move. When Harry pushed one more finger in, your senses went mad, and the simple fact that he didn't give you too much time to adjust before he pushed a third finger in, rocked you completely. 

You moaned in return and arched your back.

"I got yeh, baby girl" he whispered softly, "Look at me, I got yeh, ok?"

After receiving an enthusiastic nod from you, Harry made his way down your body. This time, he swiftly shuffled to the side, pulling your legs together and riding you of the unnecessary piece of underwear you still had on.

Not waiting for him to take control, you spread your legs, and feasted on the carnal look he had in his eyes as he looked down at your body. He didn’t waste any time before finding the perfect spot between your legs. Your whole body shivered as he leaned his head to the side, his light stubble tickling its way down the inside of your thighs. 

And following the rough feeling of the still shy beard you didn’t think he was able to grow, when his soft lips brushed against your skin, you involuntarily clenched. You bucked your hips and your legs tried, but to no avail, to close the distance between one another. You wanted more - needed more. And he noticed it.

Looking down along your body, you could only see the top of his head. And his fingers, pressing into the skin of your legs. And the tip of his nose as he proceeded to tease you into oblivion with millions of kisses, each of them nothing less than heavenly, but still, nothing compared to what you knew was coming next. The only warning he gave you as a hurried grin, and it was nowhere near enough.

It was on. Elegantly, but with traces of dominance in his touch, and with two fingers, Harry spread your pussy wide open, his tongue lewdly slipping right inside you. The contact and the buildup made you gasp. Had you not been so over the moon and distracted already, you’d have heard him snicker in response to the sound you just made. But you were too caught up. You felt him on every inch of your body, and the signals your core were sending you, were not what you wanted.

You wanted this to last. To have him go at it, lapping at your core for hours. To feel his tongue wag until your senses went numb.It might have been the dry spell that was forced upon you as the pandemic overtook your life, or the timeless, painful crush you’ve had on him for years, but you were already on the edge.

Trying hard to make the moment last, you curled your pointer finger and shoved it into your mouth, biting down hard. Your back arched dangerously as your head flew back, but it all just worked in his favour. Your pleasure was building up, and the careful, experienced movement of Harry’s tongue against your clit was only gaining momentum.

“Yeh taste like fucking heaven but I think yeh already knew tha’” he said, for a second pulling away from your core and giving you a chance to catch your breath.

All you managed was a pathetic excuse of a nod, along with a shy roll of your eyes.

“None of tha’” Harry laughed, licking his lips, “Don’t care how close yeh are, ‘m not gonna stop until yeh moan my name, love”

“Jesus christ, Harry!” you panted, shaking your head.

He responded in a similar manner, and again, with no warning whatsoever, he went back in. This short break allowed you to regain your composure, even if it was just a tiny bit. Your excitement, although still there and just as consuming, was easier to control now. You felt his touch all throughout your body, his tongue tickling all your senses.

What brought you closer into the moment was the feeling of his hands, as he grabbed your thighs and pushed your legs up onto his shoulders. For whatever reason, this felt even more intimate, and as his fingers sank into your flesh, you felt your engines start up again.

The delicate flicks of his tongue were getting more and more aggravated by the second, and now it was close to impossible to keep calm. Sweaty palms gripping tirelessly into the cushions under you, your back under constant strain, your eyes squeezed shut - he had you entirely.

And as if that wasn’t enough, he went further. Harry pushed one finger inside of you, moving his lips up to fully concentrate on your clit. His tongue prepared you, got you all ready and wanting, and then, he wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves and sucked - gently and with a minimal amount of pressure, but god-

“Fuck, Harry-” you called out. It was more of a cry, choked back in the depths of your throat, all breathy and muffled.

“Come on, angel” Harry whispered.

As you looked down, past your heaving chest, your eyes landed conveniently on the top of his head. Complete chaos - his unruly curls tickled the inside of your thighs, as his fingers dug into your flesh. The two rings he never takes off were sure to leave proud indents on your skin.

Harry sucked at your bundle of nerves, the eager touch of his tongue awakening absolutely every need inside your being. Add the experienced pumps of his fingers and the fact that this was Harry Styles and none other, and you were done.

With each passing second you started to lose more and more of the control you had on your body. Sweating nervously out of every pore of your body, you squirmed under his weight hoping you’d make the moment last.

“‘S good, love, isn’t it?” Harry smirked for just about a second, “I can see yeh, yeh’re a mess fo’ me”

“Fuck” you whined, covering your face with your right palm as your head tilted backwards, “Shut up”

“Oh!” Harry faked surprise, “Gettin’ cocky?”

As he spoke, Harry curled his fingers inside your pussy; maybe intentionally - maybe by chance, hitting all the right spots and making you moan out loud.

“I’ll take tha’ as an apology”

You scoffed.

Harry shook his head. When you looked down at him again, you caught him licking his lips. It was obvious he waited for you to catch him doing that.

Already at the edge of your self control, you curled your fingers into his hair, motioning for him to resume his work. He followed your lead without any complaints, and when his bottom teeth grazed your clit, even if it was light as a feather you lost it.

Your mind became numb, drunk on the pleasure he provided. Your eyes rolled back as you enjoyed every second of your high. Harry kept you spiraling, continuing to lap at your core as the muscles of your legs tensed uncontrollably around his frame.

“Holy fuck-” you breathed out, voice shaky and wounded.

He made sure to milk every ounce of pleasure out of your being, leaving you a heaving mess under his stare.

Harry pushed himself up, nonchalantly wiping his chin, his eyes not allowing yours to look away.

As you gathered yourself and worked on bringing your breathing back to normal, there was only one thought going on inside your head - that it would only be fair if you reciprocate the gesture. Thinking about it was enough to make your core buzz again, but you didn’t have it in you to bring it up, and instead hoped he’d show he wished things didn’t stop either.

But he didn’t.

However, you got to kiss him again. And no matter how badly you wanted to keep the atmosphere on fire, he had other plans. 

“Did I take good care of yeh?” Harry asked as he leaned down beside you. His hand found your cheek, keeping you in place for another longing kiss, “Did I do yeh right?”

You nodded against his lips, not willing to actually word the answer.

His chuckle made it clear that the point got through. And for a second it seemed as if the night wasn’t done. None of you was willing to pull away, and allowed the minutes to go by without a care in the world, lost in each other’s arms.

“Freakin’ love yeh, angel” Harry said.

It wasn’t the first time you’d hear this coming out of his mouth, but you couldn’t help but smile thinking this time it was meant in a different manner. You answered him by cuddling deeper into his chest, and that was a moment you wouldn’t have traded for the world.

And you fell asleep like that. No matter how big and luxurious your couch was, you still spent the night glued to one another. Harry felt every calm breath of yours on his skin and everytime he moved a bit to adjust his position, his hold tightened around you to make sure he wasn’t pushing you away.

After what was probably the best sleep you’d gotten in the whole year of 2020, morning came around. Actually it was lunch time, if we’re being generous. The sun was high up, proudly making its way into your living room, past the curtains to forgot to draw the other night.

When you awoke, Harry wasn’t there anymore. However, panic didn’t have the time to settle in as you heard movement coming from the kitchen, and the strong smell of coffee reached your nose in no time.

You got up from the couch, with herds of butterflies in your stomach. Harry’s words from last night still echoed in your head, and even now, with no alcohol in your system, they managed to bring goosebumps all over your skin.

“When did you get up?”

That was how you made your presence known.

Harry turned around with a smile on his face. He had a bag of avocados tucked under his arm, as he typed away on his phone. His undone pants were hanging onto his thighs for dear life, and the only other piece of fabric on his body was a thin, brown hair tie around his wrist. There were a few purple marks along his collar bones and his hair looked rougher than usual, things which deep down, shook you up a bit.

 “Wanted to take yeh out fo’ breakfast, but I gotta leave in like an hour, so I figured this should do”

“Yeah, yeah sure” you agreed, “It’s perfect”

“Would’ve done mo’, but Y/n, yeh have no food in this house”

You laughed, walking over to slump down into one of the chairs, “Didn’t get a chance to get any perishables”

“You got some” Harry chuckled, “You got weeks’ worth of everything you need to make guacamole and pancakes”

“I have no idea how that happened, those will spoil” you shook your head, “You can take some of them actually”

“Or I could just come over”

“Even better”

The food was ready in no time. Harry had everything done and set while you washed up a bit, and after that, you both sat down to eat. Minimal and light, but still, there was a weight in the pit of your stomach.

“About last night-” Harry began to say, but you tried to stop him.

“You don’t have to-”

“We kinda do, love” he smiled, “I need to apologise, angel”

You squinted your eyes, “For?”

“I don’t really have t’ apologise fo’ what I said because I meant every word” Harry slowly said, as if he has a hard time putting his thoughts together, “I jus’ wish I hadn’t said it like tha’ though”

“Like what?” you questioned, a bit lost.

“Like I had the right to say that kind of crap” he laughed. It was nervous laughter, like he was afraid of what was coming next, “I do fucking love yeh, but I shouldn’t have assumed you wanted to hear that”

“What are you talking about, I don’t understand” you groaned, growing a bit tired of the impatience he brought upon you.

“You’re my best friend, ok?” he sighed, “That’s all we are, Y/n, and that was not supposed to happen”

The food got lodged in your throat, and you felt like if you didn’t stand up, you’d no longer be able to breathe. “It was your idea” you scoffed.

Harry’s eyes followed your frame, but he remained seated, “I know”

“So what changed? If anything even changed. I don’t understand what the problem is. You regret we did what we did-”

“I don’t regret anything” Harry butted it.

“You said it was not supposed to happen!” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes as you walked over to the sink, just to make yourself useful and to stop just standing in front of him.

“The things I said to you-” he said sternly, pushing his chair back and throwing his hands into the air, “I shouldn’t have said those, ok? It doesn’t matter who meant what, I told you things that-”

“What did you tell me that’s bothering you so much?” you almost yelled, annoyance dripping out of your pores. You walked over to him, and he closed the distance by standing up.

“I-” Harry stuttered, playing with his hair to buy himself some more time. “All the-”

“What?” you pushed, “That you like everything about me? That’s what you regret saying? And what else?”

“God” he groaned, “I don’t regret saying tha’, it’s just tha’ it wasn’t my place to say it”

You fell silent.

“If I were you... I’d want to hear those things from someone that is more than just a friend to me” he confessed.

“And you can’t be that to me? More than a friend?”

After a few seconds of painful silence, realization hit him, “Y/n…”

He did reach out. He took a step towards you but you stepped back. The remorse in his tone was too painful to ignore. So you moved away from him and slowly made your way out of the kitchen.

“Y/n!” Harry called, following you.

“Just go”

“Please...”

“Please what?” you shook your head, but he didn’t have the words you needed to hear.

“I’m sorry”

“It’s fucking fine” you sighed, walking backwards towards your room, “Just show yourself out”