#still pretty new to drawing hahaha~ my hand hurts

[waterfallofspace]

Sooooo, I tried a comic format for the first time!~

I knew I wanted to do something with the little A/ku sketch, aaaand this is what ended up happening~

(loosely) based on ~this wav~ that was a birthday gift for the incredible @goodlucksnez so please take this as a second gift, a little past your birthday so let's just call it "brainrot feeding" <33

[plussizefantasia]

Don't Cry over Spilled Lemonade pt.2

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: A little bit of dread on the reader's part but mostly it's fluff and yearning, just the way I like it.

A/N: hahaha I finally finished it!!!! Thanks for all the love on part one it really made me so happy to see so many people liking the little story that I wrote half asleep <3

Anthony wrestled with his thoughts for the rest of the evening. He hated himself deeply for hurting you and even more for not remembering it. Knowing himself though, he knew that his actions were probably fueled by a desire to leave the gathering and visit Siena, she had been his refuge in the years before and during Daphne’s debut. 

He would never forgive himself if the reason you would not ever stand to be in the same room with him was his naive infatuation with the opera singer. Especially given the fact that as soon as he met you all thoughts of her flew from his eyes and he never thought of her in that way again. Deep down he knew that his heart now belonged to you although that thought was much too terrifying to dwell on for more than a minute.

You on the other hand were reeling with the new information. You had vowed to hate Anthony Bridgerton until your dying day but his pleas for forgiveness had shaken your will. You still held a deep anger towards him, one that you didn’t think would go away any time soon. But it was becoming harder and harder for you to find the detestation in yours that had once been bubbling at the surface.

You didn't know what to expect from the Viscount anymore, you had always had a pretty clear picture of the man in your mind, and in one fell swoop he had shattered it like glass. Seeing him playing with his younger siblings in the park the day after your conversation in the hallway certainly didn’t help settle your mind.

If there was one thing you knew about Anthony Bridgerton it was that he loved his family. Sometimes he goes about it in the wrong way but you could tell that he does everything he does for them, even getting grass stains on his trousers because Hyancithy and Gregory are insistent that he plays tag with them in the great park.

It is their laughter that draws your attention first followed shortly by a sharp shout and even more giggles. You are fortunate enough to catch sight of the Viscount tripping and landing on his backside, his hands falling to the side of him and right into what looks to be some freshly planted flower beds. His head hangs and he takes a heaving sigh before pushing himself back up. You can’t help but laugh at the sight.

Anthony would be able to recognize your laugh anywhere, he hears it flowing through the halls of his home enough that it’s become ingrained in his mind. His head turns to where you are and your eyes meet. He is taken aback by the warmth he finds in them. How long has it been since you’ve looked at home with anything but detached coldness?

It is Hyancinth who bridged the gap between the two of you, with a shout of your name she comes bounding across the green and practically leaps into your open arms. 

“Hello sweet girl, having fun are we?” Your hand runs down the back of her head and you smile down at her.

“We were playing a game of tag, would you like to join us.” Sometimes you forget how innocent the young girl is. Her smile is contagious as it spreads across your own face.

“On any other day my darling but I’ve only cut through the park on my way to visit with Lady Danbury and you know how she is about punctuality.”

“Oh.” Her face falls and your heart follows.

“How about this? Once I am done calling upon her ladyship I shall stop by and you can finally show me the new dresses you got for dolly Molly okay?”

Her smile returns full force and she squeezes you a little tighter before conjuring up a mask of faux indifference.

“I suppose I can accept that.” 

“You’re starting to sound like Viscount grumpypants over there.” You tickle at her side.

“I heard that,” Anthony calls from a ways away, Greg held under his arm.

“I was not trying to keep quiet my Lord.” Your eyes meet his once again and Anthony cannot help the little bubbling of hope that builds inside his chest when he sees the lightheartedness contained in your gaze.

“That’s Lord Grumpypants to you.” He shoots back and delights in the way your smile widens. 

“Very well Lord Grumpypants, I must be off but I’ll see you all later.” You say the last words down at the young lady still wrapped up in your arms. You give her one final squeeze before releasing her and bowing your head slightly at her older brother. You try not to dwell too much on how much you enjoy the viscount’s smile.

Anthony takes the day in the park as a sign, one that shows him all hope is not lost. All he needs to do is fix his mistake. He craved you, that much he knew. He craved your smile and your laugh, he yearned for your kind eyes and the way you seemed to float when you walked. He has never considered himself a particularly creative man but the images his mind conjures of the two of you make him second-guess himself.

He did not have time to imagine for very long, however, as Colin was due to return today for the start of the season and Eloise seemed to need constant supervision lest she run away the first chance she got. The Danbury ball could not come soon enough.

The Danbury ball was one of legend, the older woman’s opening ball was not one to be missed as it set the tone for the rest of the season. Young women not lucky enough to gain the Queen’s favor had a second chance at the Danbury ball, a chance to show themselves off to the ton once more in the hopes of catching the eye of an eligible young man. 

You were no different than those young ladies, primping and preening all day long with the hopes that you would be able to secure a match this season before you become too old to do so. Your mother was adamant that this season had to be spectacular, you had to look and act your best always. She was weary and weeping, moaning about how you’d be letting down the family if you were unable to secure a match.

It was interesting you thought, how quickly she changed her tune. During your debut season, she had spoken dreamingly about a love match and finding happiness and now you were sure that she would shove you off to whoever if it meant that you would be married. It seemed your Mama’s greatest fear was you becoming a spinster. 

You obliged her whims, after all, you did wish to find a match. You had always dreamed of a love match. With every year that passed by the candle of hope held within your heart flickered, it was small now, but you had to admit that it still burned. You still soothed your restless nights with dreams of a husband and children, a loving home full of laughter and joy. That is the future you want, that is the future you will fight for.

Tonight you aim to make an entrance, any attention at this point is better than being snubbed. You wore a gown of deep red, with golden lace around the bodice and black and gold beading around the waistline and down the back. Your maid pulled and twisted your hair, piling it upon your head and creating a bold and dramatic look. You were going to pull attention, you had to.

And pull attention you did, from the moment you entered the ballroom all eyes were on you. Ladies whispered and hid behind their fans. Men stood in circles with their peers but you caught the glance of more than one bachelor. And yet, nobody had approached you. You were beginning to feel the flash in your cheeks. Perhaps this was too much, such boldness was offputting and you should have stuck to the known. Dressed in soft pinks and whites, proclaiming purity and softness. 

Anthony was beside himself. You were the most ethereal creature he had ever had the privilege of laying his gaze on and he wished to spend the whole night by your side; catching up on all the lost time. He knew though, that you would never allow that, and he would rather die than hurt you again. 

So he watched and watched and watched. As time ticked on those cowards kept you waiting. Dances began and ended, people arrived and left and all the while you were stood, bathed in candlelight and alone. 

The sun had long since set and you were done. No longer would you endure this embarrassment. You had followed your gut and put yourself out there and it had failed. You were destined to be alone you suppose.

Just as you were getting ready to turn away and retreat back to the safety of your family home a hand entered your sight. Palm up and inviting, your eyes traced slowly up the arm and towards the face of the gentleman who had finally put you out of your misery.

Anthony Bridgerton stood before you, arm outstretched and a small smile on his face. “A lady as beautiful as yourself does not deserve to spend the whole night without a single dance.” 

“Are you offering?” You looked him in the eye and raised a brow. This was the first time since your conversation in the hallways that Anthony had approached you without one of his siblings present to be a buffer.

“I’m giving you an opportunity.”

“And what might that be?” You tilted your head to the side and watched as a smirk slowly spread across his face.

“You have a choice, right here and right now. Either grasp my hand and we dance the rest of the night away, opinions be damned. Or you snub me, snub me like I snubbed you that night, and get your revenge.”

You exhale a laugh and look at him. His face held a smile but also a certain seriousness that belayed his intention. This was him making it up to you. He would accept rejection if that is what you wanted. 

Here he was, the man who had hurt you and who you still held a flame for offering himself up to like a lamb to slaughter. 

You must’ve been taking a long time to answer because the Viscount began shifting on his feet. He looked around the room at the other couples who began to take to the dancefloor.

“I do not mean to rush you my lady, but the dance will be starting soon.”

“Anthony you must promise me.”

“Anything, name it and it’s yours.” 

“Promise me that you will never hurt me again, I don’t think my heart could take it.” You took his hand. And let your lips curve into a gentle smile.

He pulled your hand wrapped within his own close to his heart, and vowed, “I will do everything in my power to protect you for the rest of my days, even if the one I am protecting you from is myself.”

“I don’t need protection Anthony,” you looked deeply into his eyes, “I just need your love, honest and true.”

“Then you shall have it.” 

Anthony pulled you to the dancefloor and led you in far too many dances to be appropriate that night. And every night for the rest of the season. And neither of you cared about what the rest of the ton had to say. You had each other, finally, and neither of you was letting go anytime soon. 

taglist: @ilikestuffs-stuff @cat-lockwood @wolf-phoenix-lover

@tenshis-cake @bridkesby @divergentalwaysandforever-blog @lillysfrogsandbogs @unholyhuntress

[boymeetsweevil]

Call me maybe

Grouping: Reader x Namjoon

Word Count: ~6.59k

Warnings/Themes: Club meet-cute AU, 1% angst +99% suggestive fluff, (legal!) alcohol consumption, language, flirting anxiety(?)

Summary: It all started with a stupid drinking game...

A/N: this is the One Direction wattpad-style fanfic that's been haunting me for so long. beware of that and the fact that this is unedited hahaha...

“You know the rules, girls. Whoever wins this round of rock-paper-scissors is It.”

You and your three friends, warm and bubbly from 2 rounds of shots at this point in the evening, assume your battle stances and stick your hands into the center of your table. Four hands make a square over the scattered layer of empty decorative shot glasses from the bar in the club.

There’s an air of electric excitement that comes with this game, lovingly nicknamed Hunter-Gathering. Whoever is It gets a target and has to pursue that target in hopes of bringing ‘home’ free drinks for everyone the rest of the night. But no matter how attractive the target is, you can't ever bring them home.

“Wait, wait!” Lia chimes in. “I can’t be It this time. I did it twice already and my ass still hurts from the last time.”

Dani nods seriously. “Fair enough. That means the odds are upped for the rest of you.”

“So, we’re just gonna ignore that ass thing,” another friend, Alexa, looks around the table with confused eyes.

“Do you actually want me to give you the details?” Lia smiles slowly at her from across the table.

Alexa’s face brightens with her own smile, worry evaporated. “You know what? I don’t! Never mind.”

The game begins and somehow you find yourself the lone rock amongst two pairs of scissors. Alexa and Dani laugh with relief because they don’t have to put in any work tonight. You roll your eyes to the heavens and silently question your karma.

“Are you ready to pick your target?”

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“Nope!” Dani grins.

She steps forward and grabs a clean face mask out of her clutch bag and wraps it around your eyes, careful not to muss your makeup or hair. Three pairs of hands rest on your shoulders and you let them spin you lightly around a few times. Not enough to get you dizzy but just enough to make sure you don’t know what direction you’re facing anymore.

“Alright,” Dani’s voice sounds out over the music of the club. “Take your pick!”

You stick your hand out blindly and someone unties the makeshift blindfold. Everyone follows the line your hand makes all the way to a tall figure standing by the side of the bar.

He’s probably the most handsome man any of you have seen in a while. There's an intimidating aura emanating from him. You figure it's the understated all-black outfit complete with the heinously expensive watch he's wearing and the sheer height of him as he towers over people near him at the bar.

“Oh my god,” Dani whispers as you all take in the stranger’s face.

“We can finally get top shelf vodka,” Alexa pretends to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye.

“Not bad,” Lia hums in appreciation.

“Okay, why is everyone acting like I bagged him already?” Your voice grows high with nerves. “I'm pretty sure I have, like, a 2% chance of interesting him."

“What are you so worried about?” Dani crosses her arms at you. “Just do whatever you did to get those history nerds to help you out that one time."

"This is not the same thing. Those guys parted their hair 90/10 unironically and thought Diva Cups are for when you don't want to hold your pee when you stand in line for roller coasters."

"You're kidding," Lia gasps. You wish you were.

"Well, just pretend he's one of them anyway." Dani suggests, "Every guy is the same."

You can't argue with that logic.

“I mean, I can try flirting with him, but he’s probably so used to people throwing themselves at him. I don’t think anything I do would, like, make a dent, you know?”

“Babe, no. No—listen to me, okay?” Alexa takes you by the shoulders and forces you around so you can see how serious she is.

“Tonight is the last free night of vacation. After tonight, we have less than a day to get over our hangovers, pack up the Airbnb, and then catch our 6am flight back home to start the spring term. Our last night of freedom lies in your hands.”

“But, what if—”

“No ‘but’s. Do you see yourself? Do you see your skin in this fresh white two piece? Have you seen how your tits look in this off the shoulder top? That poor man doesn’t stand a chance!”

Lia murmurs her agreement in the background and Dani mentions something about fearing for the guy's soul. You think about the freakishly good pictures you all took in the stylish club bathroom when you first arrived.

“I see your point.”

You turn back toward the bar to review your target. He sips from a dark green bottle as he looks around at the people on the dance floor between your table and the bar. As he continues to scan the room, he locks eyes with you. You hold his gaze even though your instincts are screaming at you to duck for cover. Surprisingly, he gives a small smile and raises his bottle in salute.

"See, you got the hardest part down already. Just fake the rest until you make it."

You chance a look back in his direction only to catch him staring in the direction of the table. When he catches your gaze again, he whips his head away, cheeks tinging pink under the soft yellow lighting at the bar.

Alexa cackles and starts detailing all the drinks she wants made with the top shelf vodka. Lia and Dani discuss leaving early to go back and clean up the apartment so it’s clean in case you break the rules and bring this guy back for the night.

“Uh, aren’t you guys moving a little fast?”

“Aren’t you moving a little slow,” Alexa counters.

“Hold on, Lex.” Dani turns to you. “You know you don’t actually have to do this if you don’t want to, right? Hunter-Gathering is just a game, there's no pressure.”

For all their poking and teasing, you're reminded right then and there that your friends would never put you in a situation where they thought you were actually at any risk. The weight you felt on your shoulders lightens somewhat.

“No, no, I definitely still want to play, I just don’t want you guys to get your hopes up.”

“I believe in you.”

Lia bumps shoulders with you quietly. She’s not the most affectionate, so you know she really means it.

“I’ll do my best.”

You let them tweak you a little bit, fixing stray hairs and wiping away smeared lip gloss and hiking up your skirt, giving you their drink orders, before you grab your purse and phone and push in your stool.

When you finally make it to the bar, he’s in the same spot as you first found him in. He spots you once you get close enough and naturally makes room for you. You set your bag on the bar countertop before hopping up on the empty stool immediately in front of him. The movement causes your skirt to ride up even more and you’re glad you only let Lia hike it up one inch instead of three.

Dani's advice about treating this guy like any other scrub from school reverbs in the back of your head right as the nerves start to set in. With the guys in your art history class, your grade was on the line. There was no room for hesitation when you could barely draw a stick figure, much less write an essay analyzing what an old painting style could tell you about the dairy economy in a certain town like some of your classmates were doing. It was because you were desperate that you were suddenly able to transform into a femme fatale. It also helped that these guys quivered at any interaction with an adult woman.

Tonight's drinks are on the line, you tell yourself. As best you can, you try to trick yourself into entering the same mindset you were in when you would lay on the charm extra thick for the art history guys.

You let the corner of your mouth lift up in a coy smile while you survey the bar. The bartender is moving back and forth quickly to handle the high demand. A second later the girl next to you leaves her spot with a tray of 8 bright pink drinks, practically glowing in the dark. You wonder briefly if you should try to get a round of those for the table.

“—one of those before?”

His voice is deep and pleasant. When you give him a look over your shoulder, you have to suppress a gasp. Up close he's even more handsome. You really have your work cut out for you.

“What?"

"That neon pink drink," he nods back in the direction of the girl who'd taken the cotton candy pink drinks with her. "I was wondering if you'd tried them before."

“No, I haven’t,” you smile, letting your lips part slowly. His eyes dart from your painted eyes to the colored stretch of your mouth and then quickly back up. “Have you?”

“No. But I like to try new things.”

You purse your lips as if in thought, something you've seen other girls do while flirting with guys at school. “You must be pretty unpredictable, then.”

“Huh? Well, I wouldn’t say that.” He stammers a bit and nearly drops his beer bottle trying and failing to put it down. All the intimidation you felt coming from him earlier seems to have disappeared.

“I was just kidding.”

Like it has a mind of its own, your hand reaches out to rest on his arm reassuringly while you continue to laugh at him. His features clear up then and a relieved smile blooms on his face, bringing out an adorable dimple with it.

“You’re teasing me,” he realizes with a good natured huff and steps into your touch.

“You seem kinda fun to tease.” You let your hand linger a little longer before finally pulling it back.

“It’s kinda fun. You're pretty good at it.”

Oddly enough, this isn't as difficult for you as you thought it was going to be. In fact, you find yourself naturally tilting your head and fixing him with an intrigued look from under your lashes. He takes the opportunity to look you over as well, a small smile on his lips.

The personal attention does make you a little nervous despite the fact that it’s positive. So you dig in your purse to avoid looking directly at him for too long and to give your hands something to do. You brush up against a tube of lip gloss, pull it out, and reapply some to your lips.

You look back at him when you realize he’s grown quiet, only to find him following the movements of the gloss brush tracing the curve of your lips, cheeks dusted pink and eyes half-closed like he's in some sort of trance.

Experimentally you press your lips together and then purse them to make sure the gloss is distributed evenly. The man doesn't blink once. Suddenly, all his expensive apparel and large stature aren’t so intimidating.

"Is there something on my face," you smirk.

He slow blinks down at your mouth twice before realizing you're speaking again. His eyes grow wide and he raises a ringed hand to rub at the back of his neck. The movement rustles the hair covering his ears, revealing their pink tips. Cute.

"Just looking."

You laugh a little at him again. He marvels at the way the club lighting dances around in your glossy smile.

"So, how come I've never seen you here before?"

"Well...it's the first time me and my friends have come here."

"I see." He pivots to face you and leans his closest elbow on the counter of the bar. "Are you guys new to the area?"

"You could say that, yeah."

He raises an eyebrow when you don’t elaborate. Without looking away, he raises his hand to signal to the bartender that he wants another drink. When the bartender runs right over, you realize this guy actually might be a big deal. Silently you pull your card out of your wallet as the bartender makes their way over. You figure you’ll have to spend some money before you can really ask someone like him to buy drinks for your table.

"What'll it be,” the bartender asks.

"Two of those pink drinks please," he says and before you can place any order the bartender zooms away.

While the bartender starts preparing the drinks, you turn toward him.

"Who said I wanted the pink drink?"

He grins down at you, a dimple now popping up in each cheek. "Who said it's for you?"

"I'm pretty sure it's for me."

"And what makes you so sure?" He takes a step closer to you.

"Just a hunch," you hum before crossing your legs.

The white fabric of your skirt hikes up your thighs again with the movement. You smooth your palms over the soft material.

"Nice skirt."

"Yeah? You like it?"

"I like it," he admits quietly.

"And the top?" You gesture toward the pair of straps on the matching tube top, manicured nails gliding over your décolletage. He wets his lips.

"The top too."

He reaches out one large hand to one of the straps that have fallen over your shoulder. The drag of his fingers against your bare arm as he fixes it makes you shiver. You lament the loss of contact when pulls his hand back.

The bartender arrives with your drinks then, startling the both of you out of the little staring competition that had spontaneously started. The pink drink seems to glow from within, topped with whipped cream and full of little round ice cubes made from some sort of darker rose syrup floating in the liquid like lava in a lava lamp. The color barely prepares you for the thick sweetness that floods your mouth on the first sip.

"Oh, that's kinda..."

He huffs a laugh around his own first swallow and nods in agreement.

"Not what you wanted?"

"It's just really sweet. You like it?”

He shrugs. “It’s alright. But—"

The way he cuts himself off has you confused for a moment before he's reaching towards you cautiously. You're not too sure what's going on until you feel the pad of his thumb swipe over the corner of your lips carrying away some of the whipped topping from the drink. Your eyes widen when instead of wiping the cream on one of the cocktail napkins available on the counter he brings his thumb to his own lips. In a fraction of a second the cream is gone, but you're left feeling a rush of fluttering warmth on the side of your mouth and in the center of your chest.

"You think your friends would like these?” He slides his drink to the side so he can lean on his elbow and turn to you again. Now's your chance.

“Um, I don’t think this is really their style.”

“What is their style?”

You rattle off their drinks of choice, making sure to mention their favorite brands with a sigh. Of course, whenever you play this game, the brands can change depending on the budget of whoever’s buying. This time, you make sure to name drop as much as possible, per Alexa's request.

“Sounds like your friends really know what they like.”

“Yeah, they have really…unique tastes.” You falter a little under his amused stare. “But we don’t always drink that way. I mean, not every bar even carries all those to begin with.”

“That’s true.” He nods. “This bar has every single of them, though. Pretty lucky, huh?”

“Yep,” you chirp. You’re not sure if you’re in trouble or not because he’s still smiling. He seems to be onto the game, but doesn’t seem bothered by it.

“Well, it would be a shame not to welcome you all to the city. Get whatever you want. My treat.”

“Are you sure?”

You place your hand on his arm again and squeeze for good measure. You don’t miss the way his large bicep flexes under your touch. After a beat, he brings his hand up to grasp yours and holds it while signaling to the bartender again. You give him a blindingly bright smile and he strokes his thumb over your knuckles.

He asks the bartender to ‘take care’ of your table tonight on him, and you realize then that you’ve won the game. The victory isn't nearly as sweet as the pink drinks from earlier. The rules prohibit you from bringing him home or going over to his place. And even if it wasn't prohibited, your vacation is basically over.

“Where are you and your friends from?

You take his hand between yours and play with some of the rings on his fingers. They’re beautiful together in an eclectic way and you wonder if someone chose them for him.

“It’s a kind of small city, not like this one. It’s really just our university and then a few surrounding towns.”

“What made you guys move here then?"

"Oh, Right." You feel guilty. "Me and my friends are just here for vacation."

He blinks at you but takes the news in stride. "Well, if you want—I know the city pretty well since I have a place here—maybe I can give you a tour of the town later this week."

"I'd love that, I really would. But we're actually leaving tomorrow."

"For real?” His eyes grow wide and he looks down at your linked hands before looking over your face. You're shocked to see his features fall.

"Yeah, it sucks."

“Damn,” he smiles bittersweet at the floor. “I wish we’d bumped into each other sooner.”

“I absolutely agree," the sound of Alexa's voice rings loud in your ear.

“Uh, hello. Did you need me for something?" Your voice is high and tight as you fix her with an accusatory stare. You're not 100% positive, but it seemed like you and he were having a moment.

"No, babe, I just wanted to come over and show you my beautiful drink. I wanted to come show my gratitude to you both for making sure we have a good last night. The girls will appreciate that. Thank you, kind sir."

“Name’s Namjoon. And no need to thank me,” he smiles at the exchange between you two and sticks out his hand. Alexa daintily lays her hand in his and he lets out an incredulous laugh before playing along and raising it to his lips.

"What a gentleman," she coos before pinching lightly at the skin of your exposed back. It's a clear message just for you, telling you that there's about to be a change in plans. "What were you guys discussing?"

"I was actually about to offer up our booth. There's more than enough room for your table if you wanted to move. Me and my team—friends definitely wouldn't mind the company."

“You don’t have to do that!” You pipe up, suddenly shy. But it's quickly dashed away as Alexa pulls out her phone and opens up the groupchat.

"Let me just ask our friends if they’d like that."

You already know the answer, so you sigh quietly and gather up your card, phone, and purse. You can’t say you won’t miss the privacy from when it was just you and Namjoon, but you’re glad to be with your friends again as well.

The move from your little table to the VIP booth is lightning fast. By the time you get your own drink, Lia and Dani are already clutching their things and vibrating with excitement near the ropes leading to the VIP booth. A few of Namjoon’s friends are chatting with them from the other side of the ropes.

Once your group trickles in, you don't miss how they all arrange themselves in the booth so you're forced to sit on the end next to Namjoon with barely any space. The only options are to let one of your legs hang off the edge of the booth the whole time or sit practically half in his lap. Alexa winks at you over the first sip of her next very expensive drink.

Namjoon's friends are occupied by your friends re-telling some of the more exciting parts of the beginning of your vacation. Some story about how 'someone' lost their top while trying to jet ski. You send a weak glare to Lia as she tries to get them to guess just whose top it was. That's what you get for experimenting with spaghetti strings, you suppose.

"Do you guys like to dance," one of his friends says after a while of vibing to the music once the chatter cools down. Hoseok, you think his name was.

"Yes, definitely." Dani remarks while re-applying lip gloss. "You know who's a great dancer?"

"Who?" Hoseok looks around excitedly.

"She's gonna say me," you groan. "Which is not even true but let’s just all move down there already, no more 20 questions."

"Just one more," she pouts. "Namjoon, do you like to dance?"

He looks down at you once he's also out the booth, that little amused smile back on his lips.

"Well, it's not really part of my day job, but I don't mind it too much."

"What's your day job," you blurt out.

"I'm a...musician."

"A musician!" Alexa rushes over to you to link arms. "Did you hear that? Namjoon’s a musician."

"I don't recognize you," Lia says and Hoseok and another one of his friends burst into quiet laughter behind her.

"You definitely won't find Joon’s pics anywhere, that's for sure," one of his friends says. The rest of them dissolve into another fit of giggles.

The club lights hide the muted pink tinge his cheeks take on, and Namjoon leads the way to the dance-floor with a chagrined roll of his eyes.

"You think he's really a musician?” You whisper to Alexa and Lia. Dani is somewhere up ahead, already dancing.

"Maybe technically. Going off the way his friends keep laughing, he's probably, like, a failed SoundCloud rapper or something."

"No failed SoundCloud rapper wears Gucci like that," Lia motions with her chin to some piece of Namjoon’s outfit.

"That's true," you hum.

"Rich parents," Alexa says simply.

You and Lia consider it and then nod.

As you settle on the dance floor, you feel the rest of your nerves drift away. Lia comes over to take a selfie with you, and the two of you flirt with the camera until she's satisfied with the photos you've taken. She grabs your hand and makes a show of spinning you around and you figure that this is how the night will go before you stumble out around 2 or 3am and drunk pack for the flight home the next morning. You let her lead you back, further into the crowd before you bump into someone.

Namjoon's large hand comes to stabilize you at your waist and Lia acts like nothing happened before dancing away, phone light illuminating her sneaky smile.

"You good?" Namjoon's voice is soft in your ear.

"Y-yeah."

"You wanna dance, or should I let you go?"

Your friends shamelessly all look at the way he curves himself around you, all with their thumbs up in encouragement. You're reminded of the way you did the same a few nights prior when Dani was getting hit on by some cute guy at a different club.

At that time it felt fun hyping her up and watching her make a move, seeing how enamored this random guy was with your friend. Of course he is, you thought at the time, she's amazing. And you remember that this is probably what's driving them tonight as well with you and Namjoon.

You chance a look at him and realize that he's come to rest his cheek lightly near your temple, a soft look in his gaze as he awaits your answer.

"Sure, let's dance."

Namjoon was telling the truth when he said he wasn't all that into dancing. But he put in enough work to be able to follow you and meet you halfway while you were grinding on him to the music.

Even when you shyly stepped away after the first few dances to return to your squealing friends, you loosened up over time with more music and drinks and found yourself naturally ending up on him again. The first few songs turned into more and more and soon you were face-to-face, with his thigh wedged between yours and a heavy palm on your lower back guiding you to the beat.

You're not sure when you decided to abandon your friends and his, but at some point you did return to the booth under the guise of checking your phones. And you did check your phone first. But soon he was crowding you toward the wall by the booth and leaving you with no air of your own.

"You're really leaving tomorrow," he sighed into a bruise he was trying to leave near the hollow of your throat. "Or did you just say that because I was some creep at a bar."

"I never thought you were a creep."

He looks down at you with disbelief before getting distracted by your kiss-swollen lips.

"I mean it. I'm just a little shy sometimes."

"What do you have to be shy about when you look like this, huh?"

"Stop," you laugh lightly and look away from him.

He'd made a comment earlier about how much he liked the pristine white two piece you wore, but you'd been inching his hand up your skirt then. Now, one of his thumbs rubs an idle pattern just below the curve of your breast.

"No, but seriously. Are you actually leaving tomorrow?"

"Yeah. The new term starts for us all in a few days."

"So, leave in a few days," Namjoon whines.

"That's not enough time to get ready for the term."

"But I'll be so alone without you."

He gives you an exaggerated pout that splits into a real smile when you snort at his stupid expression. He pulls you to him just a smidgen tighter then.

"Does this usually work with other girls?"

"I don't know. Never tried it with other girls," he frowns a little at you.

"Sure."

"You know me and the team almost went to Club BigHit last Saturday?"

"Oh, really? That's kinda funny." You try to imagine what might have happened if he'd come to the same club you went to earlier.

"Yeah," Namjoon's voice grows quiet. "If I hadn't gotten sick then we would have met last week."

"Yeah, maybe."

"You sure you can't miss a few days of the term?"

"Yes, I'm sure." You let out an exasperated laugh. "You can't really be this upset that an actual stranger is just passing through your life."

"No, I know. I just—," he lets his head fall forward until he's touching his forehead to yours. "It was like something clicked when I saw you. I feel like I need more time with you."

"Oh," your voice comes out a little breathier than you expected.

The same look that had flashed across his face when you first came up to him finally gets to rest on his features. You want to let him down gently because you really can't play catch up during the first week of school.

"Tell you what. I can't miss the beginning of the term but if you make a song with my name in it and it gets...say, 50,000 listens, I'll buy a ticket that same day and come meet you. Wherever you are."

He pins you with a look then, inquisitive and dark. His eyes scan your open expression for something, before whatever he finds passes the test. He stands up tall.

"And it just needs to have 50,000 listens?"

In your mind you were thinking it would be too lofty for a failed SoundCloud rapper, but something in his tone sounds like he's rising to the challenge and it makes you nervous. You spent a lot on this vacation, you can't afford to actually fly out so soon if he somehow managed to get the listens and call your bluff. Besides, targets are off limits.

"Um, actually make that 150,000. And it has to have my area code in it too." You rattle off the three digits to him and he quickly types your conditions into the notes app on his phone.

"Is that it?"

"That's it, I guess."

"Deal."

Namjoon pockets his phone and leans back into your space. Any worries you had clawing to the forefront of your mind vanish when he presses soft lips to yours once more.

A month passes.

You don't end up having a one-night-stand with Namjoon because it wouldn't be fair to your friends when they'd clicked with a target but didn't take them home. That and because Dani got sick on the dance floor from mixing strawberry daiquiri with one too many pink drinks. But you do pass on your full number after he very nearly begs you to give it to him while packing into a cab.

And then he never used it.

It's not that you were expecting much, but when a month passes with not so much as word from him, you figure he forgot about you and your little bet.

Then 2 months pass.

Even though you know that you only spent a fraction of a day with him, you can't help thinking about Namjoon. Namjoon and his pretty eyes and pretty words that made you think there was some sort of connection there. You realize after the first two weeks back that you don't have his number but by the time 2 months pass, you realize that was definitely on purpose.

4 months pass.

You're over it, swamped with end of term work like finals and grading and putting in hours at work. But every time your friends suggest a little fun and hooking you up with someone, every time someone asked for your number at a coffee shop, you said no. Because you're over it and you're busy and not at all disappointed for how hard you fell for the lies some failed SoundCloud rapper fed you on a vacation one time.

19 weeks pass.

You're all in Lia's apartment, basking in the first few days of the end of classes even if it means finals are a few days later. Alexa is playing her favorite playlist on the speakers and you're taking a break to get some coffee going in the small kitchenette.

While the coffee machine starts up you wander back to the main room. Alexa is leaning over to turn the music up, one of her favorite songs just now coming up.

"Who's this again," Dani pipes up from her spot on the couch. "It's that one guy's collab with the Bulletproof Girlscouts, right?"

"Yep," Alexa checks the song title before sighing. "This song is so old now."

"True, but it's my favorite one on the whole album."

"I guess it really has been two years since his last album, huh." Dani muses and then goes back to her practice problem set.

You try not to laugh at how cute Alexa looks sulking because her favorite artist hasn't put out any music in so long.

"Why don't you just play his new stuff," Lia says.

"He's on indefinite hiatus. This is as new as it gets."

Lia picks up her own phone, showing it to the group.

"He released a new single this morning."

"What!"

Alexa scrambles from her seat to grab her headphones and jam them into her phone. You all know how she gets about her music and let her have a moment to soak up the new song while you get up to check on the coffee.

It takes a few minutes to get cups out and put everything together since everyone has different tastes, so you're in the middle of pouring creamer when you hear a chorus of screams.

"Why are we screaming?"

You rush into the main room again only to be bombarded with music from the speaker, this time turned up as high as it can go. What must be the new song comes through the speaker, the bass vibrating on the ground as the speaker pumps.

"Okay, yes, new song. It's good but I don't get—"

"Just listen to the fucking bridge," Dani's voice comes out incredibly shrill as she cuts you off.

The beat surges for the bridge and suddenly the lyrics turn into the artist growling about some girl he met at the club with the prettiest little white outfit he'd ever seen. Saying something that sounds oddly like your name, although you figure that can't be right. But then the next verse has your name in it too, and the next one, and the next one.

Your feet take you to where Alexa's phone is plugged in and you pick up the phone to look at the song. It's indeed a song by her favorite artist, a prolific and mysterious rapper who's never shown his face and who'd been on hiatus from making music. The song title is simple, a small string of numbers that look suspiciously like your area code.

When you let out a tiny gasp, your friends let out more excited shrieks. You ignore them in favor of thumbing through the music app to the artist's page where the new single lies at the top of his discography. To the right of all his songs are the stream counts. Most of his older songs have a few dozen million or so. This brand new one sits at a modest 4 million, but the numbers trickle up as the app updates them in real time.

"What the hell?"

"I know!" Alexa cries, tears shining in her eyes. "I can't believe we sat in a VIP booth with him and I didn't even recognize his stupid voice!"

"What are you gonna do," Dani smiles widely at your stunned face. "Are you gonna call him?"

"I don't have his number," you say simply. Your voice comes out monotone with shock.

"You didn't get his number?" Alexa starts crying for real.

"People are blowing my phone up about this," Lia says once the song ends and begins again on a loop. "You might want to turn off your phone. It's just a matter of time until people start snooping around."

"Right."

You grab your phone from your pocket. On instinct you scan through your socials one last time before turning it off. There's a startling number of texts, calls, emails, and notifications on your social media apps. Curiosity gets the best of you and you open up one of them only to find your name trending as the top hashtag. Clicking on it brings up a bunch of tweets both from fans raving about the new song and wondering who the muse is, to random accounts with identical names in the handle all claiming to be said muse.

"Oh my god, he tweeted!" Dani shoves her phone into your hands.

As of right now [2:38pm] we're at 5.76 million streams. That's more than 150,000...

"What does that mean," she asks you.

"It means...he wants me to fly out to see him. Today."

"Oh my god."

Alexa screams again and at this point you've lost count of how many that is. Lia gets out of her chair and tucks her chin over your shoulder to read the post herself.

"You need to go," Alexa shouts. "I'll help you pack, let's go."

"What about finals?"

"Are you—are you actually thinking of not going because of finals?"

"I mean—"

"If you want me die, just say that," she does something with her mouth that looks like a manic smile.

"What Lex means to say is that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I'm sure even the profs would understand."

You're not sure what to say. First of all, you still don't have his number. Second of all, you're not sure how to fight through all the other accounts claiming to be you to let him know you saw the song. Third, you don't even know where to fly to. Fourth—

A Twitter notification chimes from your phone and a deadly hush falls over everyone. You go to your DM inbox with shaking fingers only to find a message request from an unknown sender. When you open the request, it's from Namjoon's agency.

Good afternoon,

You are being contacted today because one of our artists wishes to meet you. If you consent to the meeting, please review the flight information and tentative itinerary below and respond with your address and contact information. Please also note that the travel plans are for today [MM/DD/YYYY], so your response at your earliest convenience would be much appreciated. If you would like to go but cannot make it today—

"Do you think they'll send a car or should I book her a ride to the airport now?" Dani turns to Alexa.

"They'll probably send one to make sure the schedule is followed."

"That's true but what about—"

Lia taps you on the shoulder, startling you out of your stupor.

"There's a convenience store two doors down. Whatever you buy we can put in one of my suitcases and you can just take that. There's probably not enough time to go all the way back to your place."

"I—yeah, okay."

7 hours later finds Alexa, Dani and Lia finished with studying for the night. The entertainment channel is playing on the TV and the three of them have their heads bent over their phones and laptops, refreshing all the major gossip sites for updates.

"Maybe she's not even there yet," Dani sighs when the page she just refreshed shows no new posts.

"Yeah, I mean we still don't even know where she is," Lia says while putting her laptop to sleep. "What if they made her sign an NDA?"

"Even if they did, she'd probably still tell us once she got there. She's probably just busy killing time on the plane."

"She's sleeping!" Alexa screams a second later.

"Huh? How do you know that?"

"Check his instagram," is all she says before frantically typing a message to you about souvenirs.

Lia looks over at Dani's phone as she pulls up Namjoon's page. The rest of the layout is bare given his up until recent hiatus and the fact that he never posted any type of selfie. The video uploaded a mere 20 seconds ago undoes all the previous minimalism of the entire account.

The post isn't even of Namjoon. It's a black and white 5 second video of the top half of your naked back and shoulders, the rest of your body covered by the sheets. One of your arms is raised to cover your head with a pillow. The only sign of Namjoon is the arm that reaches out from the bottom of the frame, making it clear that he took the video himself. His hand reaches out to trace a heart over the skin of your shoulder blade. The caption reads:

Thanks for keeping your promise

[sashi-ya]

Vampire!Law or werewolf!Law?

Hi, hi! I used to be obsessed with vampires back then. Never seen/read Twilight, though. But still. I didn't know if you wanted something NSFW, so I included some, not that explicit just in case. I hope you like it ♥. I loved the prompt so I'd probably be extending this story, perhaps with more OS someday!.

Vampire! Law x Reader.

Countryside town AU. No gender description. Everybody is 18+. No spoilers. TW: Blood. Slightly hurted animals. Kind of blood play. Soft NSFW. WC: 4.4K AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31552169

Drawing done using a base from: deviantart.com/shadow-bases

It’s a cold night, puffs of steamy air coming out from your mouth as you quickly walk to your parents’ house. The moon shines in between foggy clouds that cover a dark sky. You regret the moment when you accepted going out, plus everything around seems a little threatening. You are used to the city you were living in until now, and somehow forgot the feeling of living in your hometown. But, your old friends wanted to see you, and you couldn’t just say no.

The old town you were born in seemed to have never evolved. Since the day you left your parents’ house and moved to campus in the big city, the town has preserved its own style, the same houses, the same old shops.

Reddish dried leaves crunches under your feet, and some crickets sing in the dark. You grab your phone just to check the hour. 00:00. You are a little bit tired; you’ve been driving the whole day to get there, but even though you were exhausted your old friends insisted on celebrating your comeback to the nest.

You are about to get to your house, when a sudden noise creeps the hell out of you, but you realize it’s just a cute white cat. “Hello kitty, you scared me!”, you say as the little cat comes purring. You crouch and pet it, after all it was too cute to not play with it.

“Bepo… Bepo… where the hell are you?”, you hear a man’s voice that comes closer. “Are you Bepo?”, you ask the little kitten and try to see what his collar says. “Bepo!!, there you are!”, a young man says with a gravelly voice.

“Oh, excuse me!”, you tell him as he comes closer to grab the white ball of fur. “Oh no, it's ok! I was about to go to sleep and I was looking for him. Did you scare her/him/they, Bepo?”, he says, approaching you, bending down and petting the kitten’s head.

The clouds move allowing the moonshine to bathe his face, revealing refined face features. A straight but snub nose, white pale skin, black spiky hair that ends up with sideburns, a goatee, and intense grey eyes with very dark circles were his main features. He was the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life so you stay caught on his face for a little while.

A cold breeze blows your hair and somehow a chill runs through your spine, as you hear the sound of wind chimes dancing along on the front porch of a wooden house. “Do you live in this town? I haven’t seen you before… I mean, I’m kind of new into town though…” he says to you with a smile while lifting the cat on his slender, pale and tattooed hands.

You stand up and say “Oh, uhm...I’ve recently graduated so I came back to my parents’ house to work with them, I used to live here, though”. “Oh, I see! Nice to meet you! My name is Law”, he says while extending his hand to you. You hesitate for a second, but then you say “Nice to meet you Law, I’m Y/n”. You shake hands, and realize how cold his skin is, almost as if he was somehow… dead?.

The encounter is disrupted by your dad, who got worried of you not arriving at home and opened the door to see if you were coming. “Y/n! there you are!. Oh, hello young man!, How are you?”, your father says from the front porch. “Goodnight Mr. Y/sn, everything alright! What about you and your wife?” Law says waving at your dad. “She’s inside a little worried for her pancake, that I see you’ve already met!”, your dad tells him while laughing. “Dad… I’m ok, go inside, I’ll be there in a minute”, you say to him, embarrassed.

“Nice to meet you, Law. Have a good night”, you say petting the little cat. “Have a goodnight too, Y/n-ya. I hope I could see you again”, Law says, giving you a side smirk. You nod and walk away.

You flop onto your bed, tired, exhausted. You close your eyes, total darkness until… his eyes… Those crystal grey eyes are the only thing you can see, and then they turn to yellow. And you wake up with a big gasp to the smell of blood.

“What the fuck was that?”, you say, agitated. An orangey sun ray filters from the windows of your teenage years room and hits directly your face. You block the sun with your arm realizing soon it was already morning and today you start working on your old family farm as a vet.

“Good morning little pancakes!!”, your dad greets you, as well as your little brother. Your mum is cooking those delicious breakfasts you used to have when you were younger and you sit on the table, pleased and filled with your family’s love.

The day passes with you meeting all the animals on the farm, you even have to take care of a wounded horse. “Don’t worry Violet, it’s just a little blood, but your leg will be fine”, you say to a black spotted mare that has been jumping on the field and somehow hurt his leg.

At noon, your childhood best friend sends a text telling you that tonight you two should go to “Shambles Bar'' - the one and only bar that has ever been there since you were born - to have fun since it’s Friday. You agree, not because you were a fan of partying but because you missed those old days before you left for uni.

“Leeeeet’s go party like the old timeeees, babeee” your best friend shouts at you while jumping on your bed. “hahaha stop it, you are going to break the bed!!”. You both laugh, get ready and head out.

You pass next to Law’s house and try to see if he is at home, but it seems as if no one is there. “Oi, do you know Law?” you say pointing with your thumb to his house. “Law?”, your best friend asks confused, and continues, “You mean the vampire guy who lives there?, yeah. Why?”. “Vampire guy? what do you mean?” you ask, half confused, half curious. “Haha, the guys call him like this. I mean, have you seen how pale he is? and those dark circles? He looks like he is dead. Plus no one has seen him during the daytime. Ever. But how do you know him?”, she tells you. “Oh, yesterday, his cat, Bepo, came to me. He was looking for the kitty and we happened to talk”, you tell her with a tone that tries to downplay the topic. “Oh, I see. To be honest I don’t even know what he does for a living so I don’t have any more info. Maybe Luffy or Zoro know him, you can ask them tonight”, she says. “Yeah, maybe”, you say and change the topic.

A few drinks after and you and your friends are already dancing to the sound of country music and the humble light system of the old bar, when the same image of those eyes of your dreams flashes before your eyes and a sudden smell of blood hits your nose. You stand still for a moment, scared. “Babe, what is it?”, asks Nami, one of your friends there. “Uh.. n- nothing”, you say confused and keep dancing.

A few seconds later, someone is touching your shoulder from behind. Your friends stand still for a moment with a subtle scared expression, but the touch of that hand felt warm for you, even as if some type of power was running through all of your body.

“Y/n-ya?”, a well-known voice calls you, and you turn around. There he was, Law, “the vampire guy” as your friends call him. “L-Law?”, you say slowly smiling when you see his pale face. “What a coincidence, huh?. I mean the town is not that big…”, he says, and you finish his sentence with a “yeah, and this is the only bar…”. You both laugh and for some seconds your eyes are fixed onto each other’s.

“Oi, Torao! you wanna drink with us?” says Zoro, inviting Law to our table. “Yeah, thanks, Zoro-ya”, he tells him. You all sit and ask waiter Beca to bring you another round of drinks. Law sits next to you.

Sanji, another friend of yours, asks you “You two already know each other?”. “Kind of”, you say laughing a little blushed. “Y/n-ya met Bepo, first!” Law tells your blond friend, laughing.

An old song you and your friends used to dance as “your song” starts playing on the jukebox and you run to the dance floor. You can’t help but gaze at where Law is just to see if he is watching you dance. And he does, he is looking at you, with a smile on his pretty face. Your cheeks turn to red, but you are way grown up to act like a teenager, and decide to invite him to dance. You are driven somehow to him, you don’t really know why, but you are.

“Law, do you wanna dance?”, you tell him, extending your arm as you were calling him to the dancefloor. “You too guys, come here!!” Nami shouts to your friends.

Law stands up and walks to you. Smiling, he incorporates to the circle and starts dancing. He doesn’t dance well, but you just don’t care, you either after all.

A slow song starts to play, romantic also. Robin, another of your friends, tells you that the song is called “I Hear a Symphony”, and that Law should dance with you. You look at her, widening your eyes trying to tell her to stop, but Law grabs one of your hands and tells you “May I have this dance?”. You giggle a little, I mean why is he talking like a prince?, but then you just let yourself go and accept his offer.

The pale guy puts his other hand over your waist and you two start dancing to that pretty melody. For a moment you feel as if you were dancing into a castle, like in another century.

Interlocking your eyes, you start to think that coming back to your hometown wasn’t that bad and somehow you feel as if everything around you disappears. For an instant you believe to see his eyes change colors, from that crystalline grey to an intense brilliant yellowish color, but this time you don’t get scared. You feel attracted more and more to him, as if something invisible was pulling you towards him.

The touch of his hands feels cold, really cold, just like the first time… “is it because it’s almost winter?”, you think. Law is looking at your lips, neck, and something on his expression shows as if he was willing to devour you. And frankly, you too… you lost yourself looking at his mouth, he has it barely open. He has prominent canines that show through the little space in between his lips, and you remember your friend's words “the vampire guy” ...

The slow music is over, and now pop blasts on the bar. The couples part and you all come back to your table. It’s already 2 am, and you all feel exhausted from working all day - except Law, who seems to be really energetic -.

“Well, my dear friends, I’m not a teenager anymore, I think I’m coming back home now”, you inform your friends, to which some of them reply protesting and the others supporting the motion.

“If you want to, I can walk you home. I mean, we are neighbors”, tells you Law. Something inside you says “oh no darling, you are going fast”, but your mouth simply slips a “Oh, thank you, that’d be fine”.

You grab your coat, and head to the door followed by your deadly crush. None of you two say a word the first few steps. Tonight, is even colder than yesterday, but your cheeks are so red, full of blood that you don’t seem to notice the freezing breeze. “He is going to think I’m desperate, like he is the hottest guy I’ve ever met, but still… calm down Y/N”, you say to yourself, while walking thinking about what to say to break the ice.

“The moon looks pretty tonight, doesn’t it?”, he says to you, timidly. You look up to the sky and contemplate a big full moon with reddish tints on its hue. “Oh, I think it is the eclipse they were talking about on tv last night… the “red moon” ...”, you say, but got interrupted by Law, “Yeah, a “blood moon””. The way he said that, felt almost as threatening, but you look at him, and there he is, smiling at you with a friendly face.

You remember you still don’t know shit about him, so you ask him, “Oi, Nami told me you moved into town a few months ago, what did it bring you here?”. He stops for a moment, looking at the ground, but then sketching out a fake smile he tells you, “I got bored from the city, so I moved into the countryside… but to be honest I came mainly because I heard that pumpkin pies here are delicious”. You look at him, because that sounded like a terrible lie but you chose to believe it and when you were about to ask him about what he does for a living, he interrupts you, “Well, it looks like we are already home”. “Oh, yeah, I haven’t noticed, ha-ha”, you say, a little bit annoyed because you wanted to ask him more questions, but mainly sad because the walk was over.

“So… goodnight”, you say to him while fidgeting back and forth with your feet. “Goodnight…” he says. You are both facing each other, and you nor Law are moving. He got his eyes fixed on your lips, and you wish he would just kiss you.

Slowly, little by little, Law approaches his face to yours, closer, closer, until... he stops himself violently. You get scared, but you don’t move a single muscle. “Why… why you… why do you smell like blood?”, he says gasping.

“W-What?”, you ask him confusedly backing up. “You, you smell like blood… have you… your arm…”, he says, snatching your forearm. Suddenly, you remember this morning, you cured Violet, and some blood got spilled on your forearm but you washed the area and took a bath right before going out. “How did you know?”, you ask him.

He remains silent, trying to calm down. “I’m… I’m sorry I have a really sensitive nose”, he says and continues, “Why don’t you go to sleep, we can talk tomorrow, it’s pretty late now. Goodnight”. He says and runs to his house.

You are left there, and for a moment you just can’t process what just happened. “What the fuck, Law?”, you think. A cold shiver on your back announces to you, you should go back home and go to bed. There was no point in staying there.

You snuggle on your bed, still trying to understand but the exhaustion your body felt wins and you fall asleep. Again, those eyes, the smell of blood, the cold touch, you can see, smell, feel it all… “Y/n! pancake!!! wake up!!!”, you hear your dad shouting at you. You open your eyes violently, “What??? What happened dad??”. “The cattle, some… something attacked them…”, he says horrified. “What?” ...

You get dressed and run to the cowshed. A poor steer lays there, he has been attacked by some kind of animal… with fangs, and the poor thing looks like he has lost some blood. Luckily he was still alive, so you helped him instantly.

“Pancakes, what are those wounds on the neck the animal has?”, your dad asks. “To be honest, dad, I don’t know. It looks like some kind of animal has bitten the steer, but didn’t eat it… it looks like… has drunk some of his blood…”, you say to your dad astonished even more than him. “But, what kind of animal could do such a thing?”, he inquiries. “The only ones that could do it are the Desmodontinae, or vampire bats… but they are not typical in this hemisphere…

The incident quickly spread and everyone in town was talking about it. Luckily the animal recovered in a few hours, as the wounds weren’t that bad.

You can’t stop thinking about Law, and quickly you forget about the animal incident. He has been on your mind all morning, “why did he run away?” ... That afternoon you decide to go see if Law is at home, you really need to ask him about last night… Plus, deep inside you are a little bit annoyed, you wanted him to kiss you…

You ring the bell of the wooden house, but there is no answer. Since the blinds were all shut down, you think that he must be at work.

Suddenly little Bepo appears meowing from the backyard. “Hi Bepo!! Is your daddy at home?”, you ask the little cat while ruffling his head fur. The cat rubs on your leg and then walks back to the backyard, so you decide to follow him.

If Law isn’t at home you could perhaps take a look at his patio. You are curious and he represented a mystery you wanted to decode, really bad.

At first you think you’ve seen someone looking at you from one of the windows of the house, but you thought it was just your imagination. You trespass private property.

The patio showed nothing but a bucket on one of the corners, next to an old mossy bench. You follow Bepo, and as you are approaching the metal pail that has something red inside, your phone rings. “God damn!!”, you jump scared. The phone screen shows an unknown number calling, “That’s weird”, you say and pick up. “Hello?”, “Hi!, Y/n-ya, it’s me, Law. I’m sorry to bother you but I wanted to apologize about last night”. Law… LAW! You realize you are still in his yard so you quickly leave the place and start walking home. “Don’t worry, I guess it must be a little intimidating to be with someone that smells like… blood”, you say. A silence takes the call but then Law simply laughs -again, a fake laugh- and tells you that he will call you later to compensate you for last night. You agree and say goodbye.

You close the door behind you leaning over it, gasping. Your heart races. What if he knows you’ve been stalking his house…? “I’m such a creep”, you say to yourself, and go to your room.

You spend the afternoon in your backyard with your mum, October is about to end so the fall season is at its peak. Maple leaves fall from a big tree next to your porch and garnish the patio with its coppery colors.

That night, your parents and brother were invited to a party in the next town, so they won’t come back until the next day. After a hot meal you go to sleep. You haven’t received any messages from Law yet and you wonder if you should text him or just let him do it first. You finally decide that he should be texting you first, so you snuggle in bed and close your eyes. For the third night in a row, you dream with those eyes, with the smell of blood. But, this time it's so intense that you awake instantly in the middle of the night. “Again?”, you say while brushing your hand over your eyes.

Suddenly you hear something knocking on your window… “Law?!”, you say, gasping. He mimics something similar to an “open please”. Your bed is next to the window so you are still sitting there in your pjs, so you stretch to open the window.

“What are you doing here?”, you ask him while helping him to enter. Law sits on the bed and tells you, whispering “I’m sorry, I was missing you, I really, really needed to see you… plus I told you I wanted to compensate for yesterday”.

A subtle light from the moon illuminates half of your faces, and you are speechless. “So, this is how he plans to compensate for running away last night? He is on my bed… he looks so sexy… damn”, you think. But Law starts acting innocently, and begins to ask you about the trophies on your shelves.

You tell him about how good you were at volleyball when you were in high school, and he tells you that he was too. “Where did you take that picture?”, he asks, pointing to an old photo you had pinned on the cork board. “This one?” you say, and when you grab it the side of the paper cuts your finger softly but enough to make some blood sprout. “Ouch!”, you say and you are about to take your finger to your mouth when Law grabs your wrist violently. “L-Law?!! What are you doing?”, you tell him, scared trying to unfasten from his hand. Law doesn’t speak, he starts to tremble, he is breathing fast, he is squeezing your wrist.

“Let me go, Law!” you say, but he doesn’t hear. He is somehow focused on perhaps staying still, trying to avoid something. He suddenly looks at you, his expression resembles a beast, beads of sweat run through his temples. His eyes change from grey to a bright yellow, his pupils dilate. His prominent canines are now true fangs.

Law is salivating, his veins are now visible on his forehead, you can see how his blood pumps faster. You can’t understand what the hell is going on, but for some reason you don’t scream. You concentrate on his eyes, you are able to see a remaining humanity in them, so you are far from scared.

He lets go of your hand, and kneels on the floor. Law is panting soundly; he is fighting against himself. “Calm down”, you say to him. He looks up to you, with tears in his eyes, still emitting guttural sounds. He is surprised to see how your face doesn’t show terror, nor contempt. You don’t know why, but you are even more attracted to him, dangerously attracted. You were willing to let him drink your blood if he wanted to…

With a smirk on your face, you say to him, “Blood is what you want, huh?”. He opens his mouth, and a pair of sharp fangs are shown. He shakes his head, he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he needs you. “I trust you; I know you won’t hurt me. You can drink from me”, you offer him. You know he is able to stop, and somehow everything makes sense. The poor animal this morning, he has just drunk a little blood but didn’t inflict mortal wounds to it. If he was that considerate to an animal, he will probably be with you too. -Or that is what you wanted to believe-.

He swallows, and still trembles and without any warning he pounces on you. Your back hits your bed and he's over you. He fixes his eyes on yours and asks you, "are you sure about this?". "Uhum", you nod. You are so desperate for him, that you probably consider yourself a beast more than him.

Law buries his fingers on your cheeks, and violently moves your head to the side, exposing your neck. You feel a few drops of saliva that falls into your skin from his mouth, and see how he approaches your neck.

He bites you, but even if it hurts, he is drinking your blood from your carotid so subtly, so carefully. A few seconds later, he stops. Some of your warm blood runs from the wound onto your bed.

"T-Thank you…" he says, planting a soft kiss over the little holes on your skin, caressing your hair. "You are welcome", you say, almost naturally as if being bitten by some kind of beast was something you always do.

But suddenly, you start to experience some kind of pressure on your chest, and breathing becomes difficult. Your eyes roll back, and you feel different. You look at him, trying to understand what is going on, and he simply brushes his tattooed hands over your face. "Don't worry, it's normal. You are not going to turn into… me. But, a little bit of me runs through your veins now…". He says, brushing his hand over his mouth trying to clean the mess your vital fluid has left on his lips.

You are not worried about becoming into a vampire or whatever the hell he is, but because you are experiencing a strong need to touch him, to kiss him, to fuck him. "Kiss me", you command him.

He looks at you, still settled over your body and your lips meet. His tongue invades your mouth, and you can taste the metallic rests of your blood on his mouth.

Without separating your mouths helps you take off your white -blood stained- shirt and then you do the same with him. His torso shows a big design inked on his skin, and a few wounds.

His fangs subtly scrape your skin, from your neck, to your chest, lower through your stomach. He spreads your legs with his strong arms, and softly but enough to leave some marks, bites the skin of your inner thighs. The feeling of those fangs softly ripping the first layers of your skin made yourself squirm in pleasure.

His yellow eyes fix on yours, and now he is devouring your sex. You throw your head back and surrender to his skilled tongue movements. What follows next is an extremely hard pounding session, that leaves you trembling, exhausted, sore… but satisfied.

Since then, every night you let him slowly drink you up, drop by drop, giving to him a bit of your life every time. Your eyes slowly changed colors, first a little patch of yellow, then half of your right iris…

A deadly, dangerous attraction, that won’t last forever… or maybe, if you decide to let everything aside and turn into a full vampire like him… who knows? maybe your obsessive love for him would end up changing your life… forever. ♥

[intheticklecloset]

The Great Academia Road Trip, Part 2 (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Summary: On their first morning away from home, Deku and Aoyama meet in the early hours and wind up passing the time waiting for the others to wake up in an unexpected and playful way.

A/N: I feel like a genius for finding a way to combine these two prompts. I also consider myself a genius for finding a temporary solution to my "I hate titles" problem. Hahaha! Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,461

Part 1

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“Good morning, Midoriya.”

Deku turned, smiling when he saw his sparkly blonde friend entering the bathroom they shared with the rest of the guys in their class. It was their first full day of activities on this training/vacation road trip they were on, and – as usual – Deku had been up earlier than most everyone else just out of habit. He’d thought to go ahead and get dressed and wash up before the rest of the guys woke and caused chaos with their limited space, so he was pleasantly surprised when his quiet morning was interrupted by one of his more relaxed classmates.

“Morning, Aoyama,” he replied. “Did you sleep well?”

“Oui.” Aoyama nodded, stretching his arms above him before turning on one of the faucets and splashing his face with cold water. “You?”

“Pretty good, actually.” Deku smiled. Thanks to Kacchan’s random tickle attack last night, any uneasiness he may have felt about sleeping in a new place had been all but eradicated. “I’m not sure what time we’re allowed in the lobby. Do you?”

“No, but if we are quiet I’m sure we couldn’t get into trouble for just looking to see, you know?”

“Right.”

Deku stepped outside to give Aoyama some privacy, and when they were both ready to go, they made their way down the hall of sleeping classmates and other hotel guests to the stairwell, where they poked their head down to see if anyone was moving about in the lobby yet.

It looked astonishingly empty.

“Perhaps it is too early?” Aoyama suggested.

Deku hummed thoughtfully, frowning. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s only an hour before we’re supposed to be up; don’t you think at least one of the teachers would be up by now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well…” Deku glanced around, then pointed to the landing halfway down the stairs where they’d be between the two floors. “Why don’t we sit down there until someone else shows up? That way we can talk without disturbing anybody, and when the lobby opens up we’ll see movement.”

Aoyama nodded. “Good idea.” He stretched again. “I slept well, but my back is sore.”

“Too used to the beds in our dorms?”

“Oui. In comparison, these bedrolls we use during travel are made of concrete.”

Deku chuckled. “They are a little harder, huh?” He watched as Aoyama stretched his arms above his head yet again, tilting from side to side to try and ease the soreness in his back. Deku felt an incredible urge to tickle him while he was exposed, but forced himself to stay put.

Then Aoyama groaned and placed both hands on his lower back. “Midoriya, I don’t suppose I could ask you for a favor?”

“Of course!”

“Would you mind massaging my back a little?” the blonde asked sheepishly, unable to make eye contact. “The muscles are so tense and I don’t think stretching is going to help.”

Deku smiled. “Totally. Here, lie down on your stomach. I’ll do what I can.” Once Aoyama had done as he was asked, Deku gently felt around his lower back, searching out the tense spots his friend was talking about. It didn’t take long at all to find them. “Whoa, Aoyama, you’ve got some serious knots of tension. What did you do? Sleep like a pretzel?”

“Some things cannot be explained, mon ami.”

Deku chuckled again. “Okay, well, just let me know if anything hurts too much. I’ll try and ease the pain for you.”

“Merci.”

For several minutes, Deku worked gently on Aoyama’s back, easing the knots of tension as best he could, massaging the area to ease the pain. He worked for almost ten minutes before checking in. “How’s that? Any better?”

“Much better,” Aoyama sighed contentedly. “I owe you one.”

“Not at all.” Deku hesitated, that urge to tickle him rising up again. Now that he was no longer in pain, it was definitely tempting…

Oh, what the heck? Deku lightly scribbled over Aoyama’s sides, grinning when the blonde yelped and slapped a hand over his mouth, rolling into his side with wide eyes.

“M-Midoriya?”

“Yes?” Deku asked innocently, slipping his hands under the blonde’s shirt to scratch at his lower ribs. “Are you still feeling pain?”

“N-No, y-you – Midoriya, stohohohop…” Aoyama let a couple of giggles loose, rolling onto his back and trying to sit up.

Deku straddled him. “But I think I feel more tension. Right here.” He kneaded his thumbs into the sides of his friend’s belly, right near his navel. When Aoyama’s stomach clenched with suppressed giggles, the green-haired boy nodded seriously. “Yep, there’s definitely tension. Let me work on that, too.”

“N-Nohohohoho! Midoriya!” Aoyama used on hand to cover his mouth and the other to try and push Deku away. “Thehehehere’s no tehehehension! Y-You’re tihihickling me! Plehehehease!”

“Tickling?” Deku exclaimed as though he’d never heard the word. “Is that why you’re giggling? Oh, that makes sense. Definitely.”

“Stohohohohohohop!”

“But I like making my friends laugh,” Deku teased, shooting one hand up into Aoyama’s underarm. Aoyama screeched and finally released his mouth, using both hands to push his assailant away as laughter poured from him freely. “Yeah, just like that!”

“Plehehehehehehease! Midoriya, stohohohohohop!”

Deku beamed, then climbed off of him, patting his knee. “Sorry, Aoyama. But you kept stretching in front of me and then you asked me for a massage and I really couldn’t resist.”

Aoyama kept giggling, catching his breath, and when he looked at Deku, there was a wicked glint to his eye that made the freckled boy both nervous and excited.

“You said you like making your friends laugh? Well, so do I.” The blonde grabbed Deku’s hip, and Deku slapped both hands over his mouth to keep from letting out a scream of laughter, falling back against the wall with Aoyama quickly climbing into his lap, trapping him so effectively he couldn’t move at all. He could only sit there and take it, and the sparkly teen was pressing his thumbs into Deku’s hips so deliberately.

“Please!” Deku squealed, trying his best to stay quiet as he dug his heels into the carpet and wiggled back and forth against the wall, fighting between his desire to cover up his boisterous laughter and his desire to push Aoyama away – or tickle him back again. “P-Plehehehease, not thehehehere, I’ll whahahahake everyone up!”

“Then you shouldn’t have tickled me while I was helpless to fight back,” Aoyama teased, grinning.

“But you wheheheheheren’t helpless - Aoyama nohohohohohohohoho!” Deku arched his back as much as possible when he found the hip bone, forcing the green-haired boy to thrash against the wall, finally pushing at Aoyama with desperate laughter bursting from his lungs. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE, NO, I’LL WAHAHAHAHAHAKE THE WHOLE HOTEL – AOYAMAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Good morning, you two.”

The third voice put an abrupt end to the boys’ play, drawing their attention to the top of the stairs, where Shinsou stood with one hand in his jeans pocket as he began his descent.

“Sh-Shinsou!” Deku yelped, pushing Aoyama away now that he was distracted. The blonde tumbled off in a heap. “G-Good morning!”

“Having fun, Midoriya?” the purple-haired boy smirked, walking past him without waiting for an answer, continuing into the lobby.

“I – w-wait! We don’t know if we’re allowed—”

“Didn’t you read the handout?” Shinsou looked back up at the both of them once he’d reached the base of the stairs. “We’re allowed in the lobby after six in the morning, even if we’re not required to be up by seven. They start serving breakfast at six.”

Deku and Aoyama exchanged surprised glances.

“I take it neither of you have eaten yet?”

“No,” said Aoyama. “We were waiting for someone else to show up.”

Shinsou was silent for a long moment, looking between the two of them before his eyes settled on Deku. “Well…I’m here now. Do you…want to join me for breakfast?”

Deku leapt to his feet, nearly pulling Aoyama up with him. “Of course!”

Shinsou nodded, then kept walking.

Aoyama followed Deku down the rest of the stairs, but before they could get too far into the lobby, he pinched Deku’s ribs, making him squeak. “Just getting the last tickle in, Midoriya. You’d better be careful who you choose to tickle fight with.” The blonde winked at him. “I may not go so easy on you next time.”

That was going easy? Deku thought, a thrill shooting through him. He could still feel ghost tickles in his hips where the blonde’s hands had been just a minute before. Still, he couldn’t let Aoyama think he was intimidated. “I’d like to see you try and beat me in a tickle fight, Aoyama.”

The blonde smirked at him just as they caught up to Shinsou in the dining room. “Challenge accepted, mon ami.”

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Part 3

[colormeyondublue]

Yondu & The Secretary  Chapter 2: The Love Bug

Chapter 1 Here  Chapter 3 Here A few months go by aboard the ravager ship. You find out that Yondu is the Captain, and Kraglin, the Xandarian, is his first mate. The ship is called the Eclector, and some of the guys on board are total pigs. Yondu sets up a small office space for you to work out of and you find that the work is surprisingly simple. You get into a routine and start to really settle in. You also come to find that Yondu is particularly kind; to you. To the crew, he could be a total ass. Your slight attraction to the Captain was only a thought when you first met him on Krylor, but every day it kept growing and growing with how sweet he was. Maybe it was because you were a woman? Maybe it was because you were Terran? You couldn’t be sure. This might become a problem.

One evening, your office door creaks open loudly, and you hear heavy boots thunking into the room. Yondu. You smirk softly at the thought. “So, you goin’ to Geff’s little get together?” The Captain’s voice came from behind you as you finished up the data entry from the crew’s last heist. It was Geff’s birthday. The boys decided to throw him a little party at the bar on the ship. “Me? Heh, no…probably not.” You hadn’t looked at him yet, but something caught your senses. Something, different. Something…intoxicating. Was Yondu wearing cologne? Whatever it was, it was messing with your head. It smelled like the forest back home – right after the rain, blended with tones of spices and notes of musk. “Well, why the hell not?” He seemed a little surprised. Hurt, maybe? You spun around on your desk chair to face him, “Hmm…. let me put it to you this way: I am not about to be the only female on the ship in a room full of drunk Ravagers. I already get harassed and catcalled on a daily basis, Yondu! Why on Earth would I want to put myself in a situation like that?” “You Terrans sure do use the strangest expressions. We ain’t on Earth…uh….Terra I mean.” He said with a chuckle. The small chuckle at his own words made you giggle too. “Well, regardless, I just don’t think it would be very wise of me to put myself in a bad spot, that’s all.” “Well I’ll be there. I can make sure no one bothers you too much. Then would you go?” “I don’t know Yondu…I mean Geff is great and all but –“  You were cut off by loud laughter and heavy footsteps of several ravagers going past your office door. A lot of the boys were already headed to the bar to get the party started. “ – but I don’t want to be a bother. Besides, if you show even the slightest bit of protective behavior around me, couldn’t that start rumors? Wouldn’t they think it was odd? Some of these guys really talk…”

Yondu scoffed with a slight wave of his hand. “Who cares what these idiots think. I’m the Captain, and I can protect whoever the hell I feel like. Besides, how am I supposed to keep my shit in order without my assistant who helps with our operations? The boys will probably understand that their payouts could get disrupted if they mess with our lil’ secretary, right? Everybody knows you don’t mess with a Ravager’s units.” He finished with a wink. That wink…that smirk…his scent…oh no. Your head starts to feel fuzzy. Your sternum is growing tight, and butterflies explode by the thousands in your stomach. You feel like your arms are floating. You start to notice that your head seems to be wobbling a little bit and you find yourself staring at his lips. Stop being stupid! Say something! Get a grip! His smile starts to falter after a moment or two. “Uhh…you alright?”

Your clear your throat a little louder than you wanted to, and manage to say with a shaky voice, “Uhh, yeah, no, yeah…I’m – I’m fine. I guess I’m just a little tired is all. But, fine. I’ll go, but only for a few drinks. I’m not staying out all night! I have more things I want to get updated in the system before you and Kraglin start gathering intel on your next mission.” “Fine, fine. Just a few drinks.” He motions with both his hands in the air. It did not turn out, however, to be just a few drinks. It started out that way, but the more you drank, the more you wanted to be close to him. The alcohol was making you feel a little too confident. The captain was drinking too, of course, but Centaurians have to drink quite a bit before they really start to feel anything. He was on his fifth glass of whiskey for the night, and you were on your third. You were definitely tipsy, but not terribly drunk. The scent coming off him just kept smelling better and better, your senses were stirred, and you wanted to dive into him. You are sitting next to each other on the couch in the lounge that was connected to the bar. You both listen to stories and jokes being told by Tullk, Oblo, and Kraglin. Laugher is plentiful, and you couldn’t be happier. Then, you feel your Captain move next to you as he throws his arm over the back of the couch behind you. The shift in the cushions causes you to inadvertently lean closer to him. Your cheeks turn bright pink and your heart starts pounding. You sit up straight, put your drink down on the table and politely excuse yourself. The others were too drunk to notice, or care, but Yondu notices. After a moment or two he gets up and follows you to the bar. You hastily get yourself a tall glass of water, and chug it down. “What was that about back there? You alright?” He asked. “Feelin’ sick?” “No, no I’m fine. I just think it’s time I headed back to my cabin. I need to get some sleep. I have an early start tomorrow.” You said as you put your glass down on the bar. Yondu eyes you suspiciously, but doesn’t press the matter. “Can I at least walk you back? These boy’s is pretty drunk. I don’t want you to run into any trouble.” “Yeah, I guess that would be alright.” You fiddle with the empty glass on the bar in front of you. What am I even doing? Do I really have feelings for him? Is this seriously happening? What the hell am I supposed to do?! Your job on the ship is simple: free up the first mate’s time by entering new recruit information, keep transmission logs up to date, work up data sheets for new missions, and keep an updated archive on clients, easy heist planets, kree intel, etc… That was it! Nowhere in your job description are you supposed to fall for your Captain, your boss! “Well…should we be headin’ out?” Yondu’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You looked over at him, his eyes were touched with slight concern, confusion maybe. “Captain, I….” You began, but the words just stopped coming out. You close your mouth and shake your head. “Never mind, I’m ready. Let’s go.” You both walk slowly back your cabin. Yondu is silent, as are you. The only sound to be heard is both yours and Yondu’s boots clunking down the walkways of the Eclector. When you approach your door, you hesitate.

“Goodnight Captain, thank you for walking me back. I appreciate it…and thank you for having my back tonight. I was able to actually relax and have a nice time.” You begin to open your door and walk in when you feel a large, warm hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at his hand, and your eyes trail up his arm to his shoulder, and then to his face. You both lock eyes, and your heart stops. “Why do you keep callin’ me that? Captain. You haven’t really called me that much since you boarded for the first time a few months back.” “I – I’m sorry. I just…you’re the Captain.” He took his hand from your shoulder, “Yeah, I know that. But it just feels wrong somehow. You typically call me by my name when we ain’t around the crew.” You couldn’t help but smile a little. “Alright, Yondu.” You said with a slight chuckle. “Is that better?” “Yeah. I like it when you call me by my name.” A small tinge of purple comes to his cheeks. “But don’t go tellin’ anybody that! You still gotta’ call me Captain or Sir around the crew.” “Hahaha, of course. I promise I won’t tell a soul. Cross my heart.” You used your index finger to draw an X over your chest. “I swear, you Terrans are odd…I don’t even know what that means.” You giggle again, “It means I’m serious. As serious as I can be. I won’t tell anyone. You have a reputation and status to maintain with your crew, and I completely understand that.” You turn and step into your cabin. Looking over your shoulder you smile a small, bashful smile at him. “Goodnight, Yondu.” With that, you closed your door. Yondu stood at the closed door and quietly said, “Goodnight, Darlin’.” He continued to stand there, frozen in place. What the hell was that? Why do I feel funny? My heart is pounding, my head is reeling. I care about what she calls me? Since when? Darlin’? When have I ever called anyone that? He shook his head to free himself of where he stood, and walked back to his quarters. You laid in your bed that night, unable to sleep. A big, stupid grin would not leave your lips no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. Oh. My. Gosh. I cannot believe this. I can’t believe how hard this hit me. He’s so unbelievably handsome. His scent was so intoxicating. I didn’t know he wore cologne? And that smile?! Who knew blue could look so damn good. You giggled out loud to yourself. “I have a crush on the Captain. I have a huge freakin’ crush on Yondu Udonta. What the hell?!” You continued to giggle to yourself until you heard a group of footsteps going past your door. More ravagers were headed to bed from the party. You quickly covered your mouth as if someone could possibly hear you. Once the footsteps were gone, you continued to smile and giggle like a little girl. “Wow. What on earth and am I going to do? How do I even begin to handle this?” You said to yourself. Your mind raced, and sleep eluded you all night. Meanwhile, the Captain wasn’t sleeping much either. You kept popping up in his head. Every time he would close his eyes, you appeared. It wasn’t until tonight that he realized that you looked incredible in your maroon leathers. He had always thought you were attractive, ever since he and Kraglin decided to hire you when they met you on Krylor. But this was a whole new level of attraction. It made him feel…different. He had never felt this way before, he felt vulnerable. He did not like it one bit! But on the other hand, he did? It was starting to piss him off. He threw the furs and blankets from his body and got out of bed. He picked up a communicator brace from his nightstand and pushed a few buttons. It beeped a few times, and Kraglin’s sleepy voice could be heard. “Yes, sir? Everythin’ alright?” “Boy, get to my quarters. I need to talk to ya. I’m havin’ a problem.” “Right away sir.” Yondu shut the brace off and tossed it back on the table. Within a few minutes there was a knock on the door. Yondu got up and walked to the door, flinging it open. Kraglin rubbed his eye with a fist and yawned. “What’s goin’ on Sir?” “What’s goin’ on is I need to talk to ya. Maybe you’ll know what to do…get in here!” Yondu yanked Kraglin into the room and slammed the door shut. “Siddown.” He muttered as he pushed his desk chair to the first mate. Yondu sat on the bed and fiddled with his hands for a moment. “Sir?” Kraglin asked. “What do you need help with? Somethin’ goin’ on with the crew?” “No, but there is something goin’ on…I’ve been feeling funny all night. Ever since I went with y/n to the bar for Geff’s party, my head has been fuzzy, my chest is tight, my hands are all shaky and I can’t sleep! It’s pissin’ me off! I don’t know what the problem is. I only went with her to make sure the boys didn’t do nothin’ stupid, but now I can’t think straight! Every time I close my damn eyes, I see her!” A smirk appeared on Kraglin’s face, and he started snickering at the Captain. “What?! The hell is so funny?!” Yondu barked. Kraglin’s snickering turned into full blown laughing. He couldn’t help it. Was his Captain so oblivious? “Sir, sir, I’m sorry. You really have no idea what this is?” He asked. “No! If I did, I wouldn’t have woke you up to help me figure it out, damn it!” “Sir, it sounds to me that you got bit.” Kraglin joked. “Bit? Bit by what? Like a bug or somethin’?” “Ohhhh yeah, it’s happened to me before too. It’s a nasty little sucker.” He said with a grin. “Okay, so what do I do? Am I getting’ sick or somethin’?” “Yeah, you’re sick all right. Love sick.” The first mate said with the biggest shit eatin’ grin on his face. “Lovesick? What the hell is that? That ain’t a real thing.” Yondu snorted. “Sure is, Sir. From the sounds of it, you got bit by the love bug. The only way to cure it is to get some lovin’ from the person who sent it after ya.” Kraglin couldn’t believe this was happening to his captain. This was too good. Of course, he wanted to help him out, but he wanted to taunt him first. “What on Earth are you talkin’ about boy?! Just spit it out already!” The Captain shouted. A goofy little smile appeared on his lips as he realized he just used your expression. Damn it, girl. “Alright, alright.” Kraglin said between laughs. “Cap’n, you’re in love. Plain and simple. It sounds to me like you just realized it tonight.” “Love? I don’t love nobody. I ain’t never been in love before. This can’t be right…” Yondu started searching his hands for some kind of alternative answer. “Anyone can fall in love, Cap’n. I know I have. But that was a long time ago, before I joined the crew. It really ain’t a big deal, honest. Tell me, when you think of y/n, what do you feel?” Yondu pondered Kraglin’s words for a few moments. “I feel – happy. Warm? Maybe a little nervous. Unsure of myself, ya know? I wanna touch her, make her smile, make sure she’s safe and happy, hold her hands... kiss her.” The realization hit him like a blazing meteor. “I wanna kiss her? What?! I’ve never cared about that sentimental crap before!” Kraglin just shook his head and looked down at the floor. “Cap’n, love is a strange and mysterious force. It can be exhilarating. Maybe you should investigate and find out if she feels the same way. Could be worth a shot. Who knows? Could lead to somethin’.” Yondu looked confused. “Like what?” “Heh, I don’t know, happiness?” Kraglin shrugged his shoulders and stood. “I hope that helps Sir. I’m gonna head back to bed if you don’t need anything else.” “Yeah, sure, boy. Go on.” “Night, Cap’n.” The first mate headed toward to door, but before he walked out, he heard the Captain’s voice behind him, “Hey Krags, uh, thanks.” “No problem, Sir.” Kraglin walked out of the Captain’s quarters and quietly closed the door. Yondu got back into bed, stared at the ceiling above him and smiled. Love huh? Well, ain’t that some shit.

[2-cute-4-school]

NCT Dream reaction : you give them a handmade gift

M.list

Genre : fluff fluff fluff

Word count : 2.5K words

Mark Lee

*sigh* my overworked baby, SM pls let him rest

he probably forgets to eat from time to time or just doesn’t time to

which breaks your poor little heart :<

so when Mark stays in the recording room until late in the night once again, you don’t go to him empty handed

you go to him with a handful of homemade cookies!!! ヽ(^◇^*)/

when you enter the studio, Mark’s slumped figure immediately straightens up, tired eyes lighting up at the sight of you

he turns in his chair and stretched out his arms to you with a puppy face and your heart :((( just :((((( melts :(((((((((( wow mark no need to kill us all with your babie culture

but who are you to say no to this angel with somewhat less appropriate thoughts but you didn’t hear this from me so you don’t hesitate to walk into his open arms

he lays his head on your stomach, nuzzling into you and cuddling up to you like a clingy koala bear as you run your fingers comfortingly through his hair, lightly massaging his head 

with the serene atmosphere you almost forgot why you came so you pulled away from Mark, your heart clenching at his whine and bring the bag with the cookies out of your backpack and thrust it in his hands

he looks from you to the bag and back with eyes so wide and innocent your brain almost short circuited at the utter cuteness

he digs into it once you prompt him to, a soft ‘woah’ coming out from him once he was hit with the sight of freshly baked cookies

“daaamn these are so good, babe” your eyes shine with pride

as he sticks one in his mouth, munching delighted at it (◠‿◠✿) , he grabs you with an arm, sitting you on his lap like a baby that you are and prodding your lips with another cookie he grabbed out of the bag

“oh no, I made these for you, I don’t-”

he doesn’t let you finish your sentence as he pushes the cookie in your mouth, watching you fondly as you start munching on it and patting your head with a gentle hand

“you’re so much cuter when you’re not nagging”

*GASP*

the Disrespect

Huang Renjun

this baby probably also showers you in his own gifts such as paintings or drawing of you sooo

it’s only proper that you also gist him something made by you (°∀°)

you work your cute ass off to perfect the most adorable Moomin key-chain you can come up with *huff* 

the day you finally deem it good enough to be shown to the top artist Huang Renjun you sweat buckets as you approach him

Renjun is busy on his iPad as you paddle over to him and stick the key-chain in his face with a dumb but proud smile “here”

Renjun turns to you with a blank face “what is this?”

●‿●

when I tell you the blood drained from your face and you died 50 times internally, your soul just left your body and you saw your life flash before your eyes ‘well life was good, time to say goodbye eyy’

you manage a loud and definitely not artificial laugh

“HAHAHA JUST AN UGLY THING I made I MEAN FOUND HAha ʰᵃ!!! Hey doesn’t it look like you in the morning?!” 

that’s when you knew you gotta bolt the scene

but Renjun of course couldn’t let your embarrassment end there the grumpy little gremlin

he snatched the keychain from you and curled his other hand around you, gluing you to his side and you froze as you looked into his sparkly wide eyes ( Renjun’s eyes are galaxies fite me )

“you made this for me?”

“uh yeah” 

warning : you were strangled to death by Renjun who deemed that a simple ‘thank you’ just couldn’t suffice, you had to die asphyxiated by his bear hug

“thank u thank u thank it’s so cute, I love it so much! I love you so much!!!”

“do you love me more than Moomin?”

warning 2 : he threw you away faster than he captured you in his deathly cute hug

“know your place, no. 2″

(¤﹏¤)

Lee Jeno

so Jeno is just a biiiiit upset at you maybe

okay maybe a bit more than just a bit

because you might or might have not broken his favorite cup which, mind you, was also a gift from you, when you were at the dorms

so now this overgrown baby gives you THE stinky eye and makes sarcastic and grumpy remarks with any chance he gets

and honesty as much as you love him, you’re ABSOLUTELY DONE with his pettiness :’)

that’s how you find yourself seated at your desk with a blank cup, acrylic watercolors and brushes spread everywhere as you squeeze every ounce of willpower to finish what you started

so after 2 mental breakdown, painted fingers and a veryyy dirty desk, you finished painting a cute design on Jeno’s new cup

you let it dry and didn’t waste another second to bring it to Jeno who still sulked at the dorms

once you were let inside, you trudged over to Jeno who was sat at the couch, refusing to get up and greet you with kisses as he usually did and slammed the cup on the coffee table in front of him

his frown turned into a confused puppy face so fast his duality amazed you once again, he lifted the cup gently, running the tips of his fingers gently over the paintings you worked so hard to complete for him

“are you still mad, nono?”

his silence was quite unnerving as you started to tire yourself out, your voice weakened by worry, but he lifted his head, looking at you with eyes so soft your heart fluttered wildly in your chest

“mad? you-you did this for me and you think I’m mad?”

he put the cup down much gentler than you and stood up from his seat, engulfing you in his arms, one of his hands squeezing you impossibly close to him and the other one cradling your head to his chest

“I think I just fell in love with you once again”

“if you fall in love just from a painted cup I should be more careful when I leave you alone”

he chuckled at your witty remark, kissing the side of his neck

once you broke apart, he placed his new favorite cup on the highest shelf and turned to you with a shit-eating grin

“i’ll put this here so maybe you won’t break this one too”

“sleep with an eye open tonight, lee” (☉‿☉✿)

Lee Donghyuck

so another overworked baby of mine bless his soul

his schedule is so packed so even though he’d cuddle with you until the end of times you actually didn’t get to do that as often as you’d like

and we all know how whiny lil cutie baby Haechanie can get when he doesn’t get what he wants :’))))

and since unfortunately you can’t be beside him all of the time like he wants you to, you decide the next best thing : you knit him a scarf !! you even stuck a tag made out of a soft material with a drawing of a smiley sun to one end of the scarf

he looks so shocked when you skip into his room and lovingly strangle him with the scarf

and you swear you could see his eyes glisten when you tell him you made it yourself and he remembers the bandaids that seemed to grow in number every day which you always shrugged of when he asked

although the tears may be from the lack of air  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

n e way, he looks so thankful as he wordlessly cradles your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips and taking the time to litter kisses over every single one of your small injuries, whispering a soft ‘i love you’ at the end

you swear your heart runs leaps through your rib cage

he just loves you so so much and would appreciate anything you give him 

you bring his face back up and press a huge *smooch* on his lips and you both giggle in between your kisses

why so cute you lovebirds?!?

he brings the scarf everywhere he goes, to the dorms, to every show, concert, whenever he travels somewhere, no matter the season

it becomes his lucky charm

once, Renjun sends you a picture of your Hyuckie sleeping cuddled up to the scarf, his nose nuzzled into it

“you know I won’t let him forget about this. EVER” you smirk at Renjun’s text, typing back a reply

“pls do” ( ಠ◡ಠ )

Na Jaemin

this sweet boi hold close to his heart anything you give him

so there’s literally no reason to stress over the bracelet you decided to craft for him

but you being you of course you want to rip your hair out every time something doesn’t go your way ah the levels of patience are definitely soaring through the roof

you even swallowed your pride and asked Jeno for help (read as used him as a puppet) so you were sure you’d get the right size

so after doubting the colors, patterns, material, your entire life choices, you asked Jaemin to close his eyes the next time you met up

with extra shaky fingers, you wrapped the bracelet around his wrist and fumbled to tie it properly

“I’m not getting any younger over here, y/n”

“shut up, mommy jaemie”

he managed to slap the back of your head even with his eyes closed (>‘o’)>

so when you finally tied a sturdy knot with your chicken fingers, you let him open his eyes and beach let me tell you the way his entire face broke into a smile at the sight of the pretty bracelet around your wrist

the sun seemed to pale in comparison with his precious smile, jaemin lights up the world no question, there’s no way you can convince me otherwise

“oh my God, my baby spent time making me such a pretty gift, I must have saved a country in my previous life, come here, let me smooch you into next week (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ “

so that’s how you ended up trapped in Jaemin’s embrace FOREVER

he kept on complimenting you the entire day and made it his mission to boast to every member he could get is hands on about his pretty gift made by his even prettier baby, he’s such a sucker for you no joke whipped culture right here m’am

“Jaemin, the the threads are getting dirty, don’t you think it’s time to take it off-?”

“I’ll die wearing this ʘ‿ʘ“

Zhong Chenle

among all of his ultra expensive things he has, he is dead sure that you’re the most precious in his life

he often told you he’d give up every penny in his bank and all his fame as long as he got to keep you by his side

he regarded you as a ray of warm light when the world left him cold and he swore he’d fight off anything and anyone who dared to hurt you

so this is how he found himself a bit confused and extremely guilty over how he is supposed to fight himself, watch and learn baby

he never meant to upset you, especially over something you poured your blood, sweat and tears into perfecting it just for him

sure, you were aware the Chinese patters you sewed carefully into a pristine white material weren’t perfect, but the way he laughed in you face once you offered it to him toppled your negative emotions over

he wasn’t aware that you sewed it yourself when he made fun of it

“jeez, where did you get this from, Y/N, the clownery fair? even though you should report them for to costumer protection for its ugliness”

“maybe I should report you for being a bitchy prick” ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ

you glare at him and storm away, slamming the door

chenle, the most oblivious and babiest boyfriend : (Θ︹Θ)ს well shit

but of course you couldn’t stay mad at him for long when he sweet talked his way back into your good side basically every minute of the day after finding out from Renjun (this angry angel helped you bless his soul) how hard you worked to sew that

so even though you’re still sulking a lil bit

you accept to come over at his house and as soon as you enter his room you’re shook

where one of his posters once hung above his bed now stood your sewing project proudly

you stared in awe like （’◎’）

“but I though you said it’s ugly”

“that’s before I knew it’s made by you. Anything you did is directly promoted to gorgeous, admirable, incomparable-”

ヾ(＠⌒▽⌒＠)ﾉ

3 weeks later while cuddling 

you : *GASP* “I’m so sorry for calling you a bitchy prick, baby”

Park Jisung

he is a giant as much as he is a baby and you agree with me even if you don’t 

babies are fascinated by almost anything, especially colorful things

which means Jisung is also fascinated by colorful things ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

so when you met and you pulled out a few origami figures of different, lively colors, Jisung : (✪㉨✪)

“woah, how did you do these?”

“they’re like basic origami figurines”

if he wasn’t amazed enough already

when you picked up a purple frog and pressed on its bottom and it jumped, Jisung jumped up with it

“WOAH, how did you do THAT?”

you didn’t have the heart to break his innocent awe and tell him it didn’t take longer than 5 minutes to make that frog

so you just settled for a shrug and a simple

“magic, Jisung, magic”

at that, he straightens up in his seat, his awestruck expression fading into a serious one as he grips your shoulders tightly （´＿｀）

“you’ve been lying to me, haven’t you?” ~(｡☉︵ ಠ@)>

“what do you mean, sungie?”

“you’re a wizard!!!!!!!!!”

*facepalm* *internal sigh* *whale noises because cuteness levels are just too high* 

“uh, yeah sure, baby, whatever floats your boat”

you try to turn away to hide your growing smile, but jisung isn’t having it

“no, you can’t leave me like this!! teach me!!!1!”

he grips your sleeve and looks at you with such wide innocent eyes as if you’re another wonder of the world and you swear you melt on the spot

“well, you know, my services aren’t free” (¬‿¬)

“what do you want?”

“kisses?” ( jisung shutting down )

“k-kisses? kisses??!? i mean *clears throat and buffs up* yeah sure, that’s all? i can do kisses” ( this baby blushed after only mentioning it but okay boss baby go off I guess ) (*~▽~)

he could’t even be disappointed when he found out origami was nowhere near to magic when you spoiled him with kithes all evening *cue a red Jisungie*

[franeridart]

Anon said: [Spoilers for non-manga readers] opinion on Baku's hero name?

Very Bakugou, honestly don’t mind it at all! Mostly just surprised it’s, like, legal in the bnha universe for heroes to call themselves stuff like explodo-kills (and also that there isn’t a character limit for hero names??) but that Bakugou would stick with it is pretty damn in character for him so I like it xD still, I’ll probably just call him Dynamight if I’ll ever need to use his hero name lmao

Anon said: not to be the most romantic sap but uh just a kiss by lady a is killin me

Nothing sappy about letting romantic songs get to you!!!! I say, as I’m constantly crying over romantic songs so this mindset benefits me as well lol

Anon said: i may or may not have stumbled across some of your older kiribaku art, the stuff with akane, and she's the best child oc tbh. i actually like her and i tend to not be a fan of child ocs but she's just the cutest darn thing 🥰

I’m so glad you like her!!!!! She was a lot of fun, what a good gremlin ;;;

Anon said: uve heard of dragon!kiri w his hair spikes up, now get ready for dragon!kiri w his hair dowm lookin like the softest boy

AW HECK I think I’ve drawn him in the past, actually!!!! Spike-haired Kiri will forever be my fav Kiri, but there’s just something about hair down Kiri isn’t it!! What a cute boy ;;;; all sharp edges and soft curves, what a lovely sight

Anon said: can i just say your itafushi art is so cute? these two already make me feel and then your art just (つω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

THANK YOU SO MUCH I really need to draw them more, don’t I! goge kinda monopolized my attention there, but the way itafushi makes me feel..........boy the way they make me feel ;;;;

Anon said: good day, poké au thought: 12 y/o bakugo somehow catches a dreepy as like his 2nd pokemon and never questions it

WHY NOT WHY NOT I have a whole team in my mind for the boy tbh but dreepy is so cute ;;;; and anyway, I like my poke!bakugou with as many dragon types as he could possibly get his hands on hahaha

Anon said: Please know that, amongst other factors, you were one of the maon reasons I stsrted Jujutsu Kaisen two days ago and there isnothing more to say except thank you and I'm absolutely in debt with you for that, thank you so much 😍

I’m so so SO glad you’re liking it!!!!!! It can get kinda heavy but it’s such a great story.... honestly I’d been wanting to start it since I saw the first pv for the anime all the way back last year but I was like, you know it’s a mappa anime! so I wanted to watch the anime as a new thing, cause I love mappa, but three episodes in I couldn’t hold back and just binged it. It’s kind of story that just makes you wanna drink it all in one go, isn’t it? so good so good

Anon said: makeup artist kirishima and model bakugo or makeup artist bakugo and model kirishima? :0c

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm can’t say I see either of them much into fashion tbh, but if I had to pick probably model Kiri and artist Baku? I just don’t think Baku would be able to stay still enough to get photographed, and he wouldn’t like the photographer bossing him around anyway, and catwalks would be impossible for him to stomach imho, he’s too restless for it! At least it’s the way I see it haha

Anon said: fdgdhdkfhdafs i had a thought, what if bakugo prefers dogs and kirishima prefers cats and when they meet each other and become friends it's like, "oh." because they have some striking similarities to their fave animals

That’s been my headcanon for a while now, actually!! I think for me it came from two characters in a manga I like that are a lot like a dog and a cat but have inverted fav animals and when I read about that I was like “oh, right, makes sense since they like each other” and then my brain turned it krbk because when does it not lmao

Anon said: your art is the soothing balm to my soul recently, thank you for posting so much beautiful content. i hope you have a lovely week. ♡

sob thank you so much, I’m glad my doodling can help you feel better ;; <3

Anon said: Friendly reminder anon from last time: that post I left last time I had only eaten 7 gingersnaps that day and hadn’t drank any water. So that encouraged me to actually self care. Thank you.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well I hope you’re taking care of yourself today too! And as fair trade, I’ll do the same myself! <3

Anon said: Hi! I'm an artist and I'm thinking of making a sideblog for my art. Do you have any tips?

Ah man, I’m sorry but I’m not the best person to ask this to! I started this sideblog cause I had too many followers on my main and I didn’t want my stuff to be seen by that many people at first, so whatever I did probably isn’t what you’re looking for :( but really there isn’t much to it, just post whatever you like to draw, tag it as best as you can (but remember that only the first five tags appear in the search page) and be patient, since whatever you do at first you won’t get much attention anyway - the only real advice I can give is to draw something that makes you happy and that you’d draw anyway even if no one were to see it, it’ll make keep posting despite a possible lack of activity a lot easier!

Anon said: Your goge art🥺🥺

I just love them so much ( TT’’’TT)9

Anon said: how the fuck have i not been following you? I remember seeing your bakushima art in the bnha tag and always thinking it's so cute. Now you're into JJK too??? and the satosugu art??? fuckin, diabetes incarnate. I love it. I love you. Your art 10/10. I'm tired lmao.

WELL thank you for the follow!! And for thinking my stuff is cute!!!!! I do my best with that, I want all the soft things for my favs 😌

Anon said: Are you gonna draw Gojou/Getou comic?? 👉🏻👈🏻 WOULD LOVE TO READ IT

you mean an actual doujin? I don’t think I will, sorry! I’m really no good at long projects orz but thank you so much for wishing to read something like that from me!!! ;A;

Anon said: Hello! YOUR ART IS SO FREAKING GORGEOUSSSS!!! I love them so much!! If I may ask you one question. Between Getou amd Gojou, who do you see as top/bottom? Just curious

THANK YOU!!!!! And I honestly don’t care as long as they’re happy and together!!! please let them be happy and together 🙏🙏🙏

Anon said: i want you to know!!! i followed you for your kiribaku art but!!! i love your art so much that idc what you post because it's all just!!!! incredible and wonderful and stunning!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!! this means a lot to me so seriously thank you so much!!!!

Anon said: d'you think bakugo has like headaches or migraines after training or battles because of how loud his quirk is? like, i listen to music slightly too loud and my head is sending me to hell. (unless you go with the hoh hc which is also 👌)

I like to think Baku’s body is attuned enough to his own quirk that he wouldn’t get drawbacks of the kind tbh, though that wouldn’t be a bad thought for when he just starts to increase the output/width and strength of his explosions............ well, I myself suffer from chronic headaches and migraines so I’m always up for projecting on my favs ngl lmao

Anon said:  so like... dragon kirishima's eyes glow right? like, if we equate his dragon-ness to unbreakable his eyes glow? they also glow when he's half shifted? honestly i just live glowing eyes

Oh hell yeah I’m all for that, definitely definitely, I love glowing eyes with my whole heart and Kiri’s eyes in unbreakable are just so!!!!!! NGH *chef kiss* the more of unbreakable there is in his dragon form the happier I am ( TT^TT)9

Anon said: me, scrolling through your blog: ah shit guess im gonna have to start watching jjk

!!!!! hope it won’t hurt you too much, anon!!

Anon said: dragon!kiri and bakugo having a tug-of-war match over a piece of meat. both have it in their mouths. both are determined to win.

Kiri is turned into his dragon form and Baku still wins, hell yeah

Anon said: your satosugu is top tier!! it's hard to find stuff for them that isn't straight up angst so your art has been super cool and also very very cute!! (tho if you went with angst, it wouldn't be a bad thing obviously)

AH I’m so happy to hear you like them!!!! but also happy you wouldn’t mind angst, as I do like them the best happy and soft but my brain, my brain has been throwing sads my way for a while now 👀 I got some ideas

Anon said: What program/device do you use??

Easy Paint Tool SAI and a wacom intuos!! Though I got myself an ipad+procreate just yesterday and I’ve been messing around with it, let’s see how that one goes!

Anon said: *inahles* i am simping for mohawk man please tell me everything about your ocs immediately or i will detonate

THANK YOU FOR LIKING HIM HE’S CALLED DAVIDE Dav for short, he’s a cat of a man and a music instrument enthusiast (mostly string ones, but he’s very good with the piano as well) - he works in a music instruments store, and he’s a uni student majoring in philosphy! He doesn’t like bothersome things, he isn’t very good at taking anything seriously or putting effort in stuff, but he’s very chill to spend time with and generally a nice chat both if you want mindless thoughts or deep conversations (he’s a philosophy major after all). He can’t sing for shit, he’s got two cats (tago and schelly!), and he just wants a quiet life to laze around but all his friends are hurricanes in human bodies, but then again, he picked them himself so he can’t complain. He’s a good boy!! I’m planning a comic for him and his boy Ross >:]

[brutal-nemesis]

E&T: Return of the Blep

It’s back but also not! (no i wont explain it you’ll see what I mean) Thank y’all for bullying him so much yesterday, it was a wonderful way to end the erabus!

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Ingredients: mouth whump, noncon surgery, lab whump

Erebus wanted to back away, to run, to hide, to resist, to fight. But doing so only made it hurt more when he lost, and he knew he was going to lose. So when the guards came to get him the next morning, he let them grab him and guide him down the hall. He promised himself he would be strong, no matter what awaited him, he could face it...right? He had to. He had to.

But as soon as Erebus laid eyes on the metal table, with its leather straps and bright overhead lights, his legs gave out. This was real. Right there, right on that table, he was going to be tied down and… he started to struggle desperately against the men dragging him, panic destroying his resolve to go quietly. He would not just let them do this, he was a person, he wasn’t a lab rat, he couldn’t let this happen. “Stop resisting,” one of the men growled, but Erebus hardly heard him through the haze of terror that had settled over him. Frustrated with Erebus’s squirming, the guard punched him square in the stomach. He gasped for breath, going limp long enough for the men to hoist him onto the table and strap his limbs down.

“Hey!” Neteri rushed over from her worktable, fuming. “Did you just hit him?”

“I’m sorry ma’am he was being difficult-”

“Well, I’d think two trained guards shouldn’t have a problem with one boy.” She got as close to the offending guard’s face as she could, somehow looking threatening while standing on her tiptoes. “You do not hurt him unless I explicitly tell you too. He is my experiment, my property, and there will be hell to pay if you mess that up in any way. Are we clear?”

“Y-yes, ma’am.” Seeing the guard’s regret, she stepped back. 

“Good. Now out of my sight.” Neteri turned to Erebus the moment the guards had left, her fury melting into concern. He couldn’t stop shaking, the table was so cold and he was so helpless and he was her experiment and what the hell was she going to do to him-

“Hey, hey, you’re alright, Erebus,” she said softly, sitting down on the table next to his head. She took off one of her gloves and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry he hit you. I know you’re scared, but I promise today won’t hurt that much. I’m just going to give you a new tongue so you can talk again, won’t that be nice? Though there are a couple conditions you have to agree to first.” 

Erebus froze. She...she was going to give him his tongue back? But why? Hadn’t she cut it off as a way of saying that she...wanted him? Unless...she did that instead of severing his vocal chords so it would be easier to reverse? Part of him started to hope that things weren’t going to be so bad after all, but he doubted that would be the case. She was pretty upfront about how she thought she owned him, like anyone could own a person, and she certainly didn’t treat him as an equal. Still, being able to talk would make this situation a whole lot more bearable, depending on what her conditions were. 

“Basically, I just want you to cooperate and be honest with me, and those sort of go hand in hand. If I ask you something, I want you to answer it, and I want you to tell the truth. If something’s bothering you, I want you to speak up.” Erebus made a face at that one. He had a very long list of things that were bothering him, and he doubted she’d take the collar off him or let him go just because he asked. She chuckled. “No, I can’t guarantee I’ll fix whatever it is, but I do want to make you as comfortable as possible within what I want. There’s no harm in asking though, because the worst thing that’ll happen is I say no. And if I messed up a procedure in some way and it hurts or something feels off, I need you to tell me. So can you agree to do that?”

Erebus considered it for a moment and then nodded. He didn’t have much of a choice, and he’d gladly voice his thoughts and complaints if it meant he’d have the ability to do so again. Neteri smiled and gave his head a final pat before getting up and putting her glove back on. He felt her pull another strap over his forehead, tight enough that he couldn’t move it at all. Despite his best efforts to remain calm, his breathing started to quicken again. He hated being immobilized on a table like this; he was just so completely helpless and vulnerable. She could do whatever she wanted to him and he would just have to lie here and take it. Neteri noticed and gave him a sympathetic look.

“You’re still nervous, huh?” Erebus tried to nod, but the strap around his head prevented it, so he bit his lip and looked away. He wanted his tongue back, but...he wasn’t exactly excited to have her messing around inside his mouth again, and he doubted it was going to be painless. “Well…” Neteri thought for a moment, looking around her lab. Her gaze landed on something he couldn’t see, and when she returned to his line of vision, she was holding a small jar and a brush. “I don’t know how much this will help, but it’s all I can think of, so hopefully it’s good enough.” Erebus’s fear gave way to confusion as she climbed up onto the table, standing over him. She started to paint something on the ceiling, but, upon realizing he could kind of see up her skirt, Erebus squeezed his eyes shut. At one point she planted a foot on his chest, probably in an effort to reach higher up, and he couldn’t help but cough at the extra weight. “Gah, you messed me up. Oh well, he has a little scar now I guess.” 

When he felt her step down off the table, he opened his eyes again to see that she had painted...something...on the ceiling. It just looked like a potato with ears and a tail. And a beady little eye with a splash of paint under it, likely from when she stepped on his chest. At first he was sort of confused as to what the purpose of the strange drawing was, but the longer he stared at it, the cuter it looked. Its simplicity was sort of endearing, and soon he found himself enjoying the sight of the round little rat. Wait, was he really being comforted by a stupid little drawing on the ceiling when Neteri was about to operate on him? Though...it was all he was going to get, wasn’t it?

Seeming to think he’d calmed enough, Neteri pried his mouth open and shoved some sort of rubber block between the teeth on one side of his mouth, forcing him to keep his jaw open wide. Holy Drottkia, she was starting, it was happening, there was a knife moving towards his mouth. He whined and tried to keep still as she made an incision along the stump of his tongue. He figured it was probably to make the reattachment easier, but the reminder of the pain he’d felt when she cut it out the first time was enough to bring tears to his eyes. No, no, this was going to fix it, he would be able to talk again, this wasn’t that day all over again.

At the sensation of something cold pressing against the wound, and Erebus couldn’t help but feel a little spark of elation. He really was getting his tongue back. But as Neteri started her healing spell, he realized the operation was far from over. Both of her hands were in his mouth, healing magic lighting everything ablaze. The feeling of his tongue was starting to come back, each nerve reattaching with an agonizing spark, every pain circuit firing all at once. He tried his best not to scream, but it was difficult not to with his mouth stuck open like this. After what seemed like an eternity, the magic finally stopped flowing. Neteri pulled her hands, and the rubber block, out of his mouth, allowing him to close his aching jaw. Having a tongue in his mouth again felt so strange, even if he had only been without it for two days. Neteri opened his mouth again, gently examining his tongue one last time before nodding and stepping back. 

“Okay, it looks good! So just...go ahead and talk. About whatever. I need to see if it works right, you know?” Erebus opened his mouth, but his mind drew a blank. What was he supposed to say after...that? Neteri looked at him quizzically. “Is something wrong? Does it still hurt?”

“I…” Why couldn’t he think of anything to say?! He’d wanted nothing more than the freedom to voice his thoughts the past few days, but now that he could, he was coming up with nothing. In his defense, he hadn’t exactly been expecting her to ask him to monologue right away.

“Seriously, Erebus, you can say whatever you want. I really don’t care. If you want to yell at me and tell me how much you hate me, feel free! I won’t, like, punish you or anything. And I’m not one of those people who’s like ‘I said I wouldn’t punish you but I was lying and you should know better’ or whatever, that’s so dumb. I’m not here for mind games, I’m here for body games.” There was a pause. “That came out wrong. Incredibly wrong. I don’t mean-”

“Shut up.” The words bubbled up out of nowhere, and he let them come. “You never shut up, and you’re so…awkward. Enough that half the time, I wasn’t sure what I would even say if I could talk. And now that I can, I don’t even know what to say. I mean, there’s been a lot I’ve wanted to say over these past two days, but I don’t remember any of them, because what the hell-?” Erebus stopped, suddenly realizing what he’d just said and who he’d said it to. He felt himself go red as he cautiously glanced at Neteri.

For a moment, he couldn’t read her expression at all, but a smile soon crept across her face, and before he knew it she was laughing uncontrollably. “Oh-hahaha-oh man, Erebus, Erebus, you,” she paused in an attempt to stop her laughter, “I was worried you weren’t going to be able to be honest with me, what with you having been a prince and all, but that was just-” she giggled one last time and took a deep breath, “it was unexpected. Good, but not what I expected out of you at all what with your sad little eyes.”

“I-I don’t have sad little ey-”

“Yeah, you do,” Neteri cut him off as she unbuckled the strap around his head. “But for real, how does it feel? Talking doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“It...feels fine. Talking feels normal, and it doesn’t hurt at all, but it just feels kind of...different? I didn’t think I’d forget what my own tongue felt like, but I guess I must have.” He ran it over his teeth. Something was definitely off, it felt rougher somehow.

“Well, seeing as that isn’t your tongue, that’s not exactly shocking.”

“Not my...wait, what?!”

“Yeah that’s part of the tongue of a gluttony demon. You didn’t think I was going to just put yours back, did you? What would have been the point of cutting it off in the first place?”

“What’s the point of putting a-a demon tongue in its place though?”

“Erebus,” she leaned down over him and placed a hand on his cheek, “I’m just going to tell you right now, you’re gonna have to get used to it. Because it’s only going to get worse from here.”

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[xxhanachanxx]

🎉🎊🎆💖happy new year 2022~

Well, there are a lot of things that I have to say - first and foremost, I’m not one to post unfinished work but given how much time that I was given to work on this piece I figured it wouldn’t hurt to show what the piece would look like and also have fun putting embellishments while sketching this on FireAlpaca! And if this happens to do well and you guys want to see more sketches for upcoming/unfinished pieces in the future I would certainly do so - and I do post some WIPs of drawings that I would work on at my Twitter! If anything, I’ll make getting over my fear of sharing unfinished and unfiltered art if I can’t be able to finalize everything for a resolution for 2022! Secondly, 2021 for me was… well as I’ve brought up a couple days ago, it was something - given that we’re still in the middle of the pandemic, I don’t think that there have been a lot of highlights in my personal life that would have a wow-factor for me this year. Regardless of how I feel and what I had to go through, I’m glad that I was able to hang out with family relatives again compared to last year. I’ve pretty much spent my year being too invested with video games and drawing to the point that it helped me cope during these tough times; hopefully I can be able to be treated well in 2022, even though I should expect myself to be busy with college again - times had to change, and I had to come to terms that I had to crash and burn at one point… Okay I won’t get too much into that, but I’ll take it easy with having to post every so often hahaha! And finally, and this might be the first time I’ve said something like this in months but I’m trying to be humble over here with typing all of this so please bare with me, for when I say whether you’re people that I’ve known for a long time or you’re new to my content as of now, I want to extend my hand and heart and say thank you for supporting, caring, and treating me like a human being - even if you happen to stumble upon my content just bc you found something that you’re very passionate about, for you to take your time and day acknowledging with what I can do feels more important to me than massive numbers! I dedicate this to my followers, friends, and mutuals, here’s to 2022! I feel like that’s all I have to say - I’ve also been contemplating other things that I want to say, but that will be saved for a later time! With that said, I hope you guys enjoy and see you in 2022~ ♡♡♡

[niqhtlord01]

What’s that I see on the horizon?  Is it a plane? Is it a bird?  Wait, no it’s a shit load of grimm!  But enough about this week’s episode; let’s get down to our latest contestant to the Rooster Teeth slug Fest! Hailing from Atlas and leader of the elite Ace op strike team; he’s the luckiest man alive till he fell for the unluckiest man alive, let’s give it up for CLLLLLOOOOOOOOVERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Clover: *Reels in fishing line* Tyrian: Aw, come back for a rematch? Heheh. Clover: Losing to scum like you has left me dead inside. Tyrian: *Throws off coat and extends axes* You sure that’s not the gaping wound? HAHAHA -------------------------- Clover: *Reels in fishing line* Sarge: Son, you best turn around before you get hurt. Clover: you’re not lucky enough to hit me. Sarge: *cocks shotgun* You underestimate how much ammunition I brought. ------------------------- Nemesis: *Nano tech cloud appears and forms nemesis* Clover: What kind of grimm are you? Nemesis: Wha-wha-wha-a-ha-at kind of man are you? Clover: *Casts line then retracts it* So creepy grimm, that I can handle. --------------------- Nomad: *Walks in with wind blowing poncho* Clover: I hear you’re a wanted man, stranger. Nomad:  *Claps hands and several rocks come to life and circle Nomad* Clover: *Casts line then retracts it* Oookay; was not expecting that. -------------------- Clover: *Reels in fishing line* Grif: A fishing line…..seriously? Clover: You sound pretty confidant for someone who’s never fought me. Grif: *Loads mag into assault rifle* And you sound pretty stupid for GOING AGAINST A GUN WITH A FISHING POLE!!!! ------------------- Clover: *Reels in fishing line* Qrow: I…..I’m so sorry. Clover: Don’t sweat it; that fight just wasn’t my luck. Qrow: *Extends scythe* No….but it was mine. -------------------- Cammie: *Walks in with nugget at her feet* Clover: Before you get going let’s just skip the fishing jokes; I’ve heard them all before. Cammie: Even the one where you need to go fishing to find your pecker? Clover: *Casts line then retracts it* That’s a new one. ---------------------------- Clover: *Reels in fishing line* Ruby: Ironwood is lying to you, we’re not criminals! Clover: I trust James with my life and he’s never let me down. Ruby: *Extends scythe* But that doesn’t mean he’s right. ----------------------------------------------- Clover: *Reels in fishing line* Tex: You’re Special Forces? Clover: The best of Atlas. Tex: *Takes fighting stance* That gaping hole in your chest says otherwise. ------------------------------------------------ Toth: *Twirls knife between fingers* Clover: Fighting for your people is something I can respect. Toth: While blind loyalty is something I cannot. Clover: *Casts line then retracts it* We all need something to believe in. ------------------------------------------------- Valentina: *Removes stealth cloak* Clover: We could always use someone like you with the Ace Operatives. Valentina: I rather hunt tyrants than serve them. Clover: *Casts line then retracts it* James has made some mistakes, but he will always do what is best for Atlas. ----------------------------------------- Clover: *Reels in fishing line* O’Malley: Well if it isn’t the toy soldier come out to play. Clover: Fitting since you look like a rat king. O’Malley: *Hefts Rocket Launcher* Shall we dance then? Muahahahah!!! -------------------------------------- Qrow: *Walks in taking a drink from flask* Clover: I thought you said you gave up drinking? Qrow: And I thought you said I was your friend….. Clover: *Casts line then retracts it* You still are Qrow. --------------------------------------- Clover: *Casts line then retracts it* Don: I see people of the north are as drab with fashion as they are with using their brains. Clover: Excuse me? Don: *Draws sword* What part of negative 50 outside makes you think sleeveless is a good idea, hmm? ------------------------------------- Kazu: *Flips into room* Clover: Considered me impressed. Kazu: *Looks up and down clover* Consider me disappointed. Clover: *Casts line then retracts it* And here I thought we could be friendly. --------------------------------------------------- Clover: *Casts line then retracts it* Caboose: Take me to your pot of gold leprechaun!!! Clover: I don’t have any gold. Caboose: *Pulls out freckles* That is exactly what a leprechaun would say!   ----------------------------------------------------- Penny: *Lands in front with hero landing* Clover: The general wishes to speak with you Penny. Penny: I already gave him his answer. Clover: *Sighs, taps com link in ear* Clover to team, engaging the winter maiden. --------------------------------------------- Clover: *Casts line then retracts it* Blake: We don’t need to fight; we’re on the same side. Clover: I don’t get to run away when things start looking bad. Blake: *Draws weapons* I’m done running. --------------------------------------------- WL: *Drags chainsaw across the ground* Clover: Well aren’t you the fluffy one. WL: *Revs chainsaw* Bold words for a dead man. Clover: *Casts line then retracts it* No head scratches for you then. ---------------------------------------------- Clover: *Casts line then retracts it* Winter: Do you believe Ironwood knows what he’s doing? Clover: We all need to put our faith in something; and I put mine in James. Winter: *Draws knife from sword* I hope you’re right. ------------------------------------------  

[deepdonutkid]

🌹📕💔 (I'm going for the angst) 💯(I bet you did something cool)💄🥁❤️

I AM THE SPAM MONSTER

Thank you!

🌹 - are you a romantic?

In my mind, yes... in action... not really?

I crave a different kind of intimacy and that's not typical romantic, because I think that's mostly pointless shit. Like giving cut flowers... They die so soon and and a potted plant won't die, but that's of course less romantic.

Also... I don't like the typical idea of dating and stuff. That's so annoying. Honestly, fuck the roses and the pralines and the surprises... I don't need that.

I value somebody loyal, honest, funny and smart over some fuckboy with romantic bullshit.

Acts and services and compliments are far more attractive for me. And I do them also a lot. Like I shower a person with affection and I do everything for them. But mostly it's not even romantic. I start cleaning or doing the laundy, so the person doesn't have to.

My stories are a different thing tho, because that's just living in my mind and it's not actually based on efficency (because I love slooooow burn)

📕 - what’s your favorite book?

I got that question for several times now and my opinion on this still haven't changed! It's torture the artist by Joey Goebel, which is an amazing book about the modern view on art and music industry and how creative people tend to suffer in order to make great art.

💔 - have you ever broken a heart/had your heart broken?

I guess, I was heart broken twice and I broke four hearts at least. Maybe I forgot someone, but... hahaha, that's still not good stats for me right.

To be honest, my ex and me, we wrecked each other equally. She was in love with me, when I was still into somebody else, but he was still in a relationship. Which broke my heart for the first time and it took me super long to get over it.

But then I moved on and started dating my ex. She broke up with me after six month and it was pretty much out of the blue for me and I cried a lot and she told me to not cry.... like what the fuck did she thought, what would happen? I would be super happy about it.

Anyways, the boy, I was into before, was single again... a month after my break-up with my ex... So... what did I do? Well, of course, I didn't hesitate, because I longed to be with him for a very long time and I missed him and we had a connection. So... why wait?

My ex wasn't too happy, when she found out and accused me of not loving her, which was a shitty thing to say and it hurt like hell, because she had no right to talk about my feelings like that... and I did love her.

Yeah, both times, I got my heart broken and there is still another funny story about the time I broke somebody's heart.

To be honest, I'm quite a bitch in this story, but I was a different person back then.

Soo... when I was 15, there was this guy, I hung out in breaks and we had no classes together, but we were friends and he invited me to a town fair, because he was part of a club or something and then, we told hands there and we kissed like... once? I just remember his sweaty hands to be honest.

Months passed, we were chatting and everything, nothing special and we didn't got far or something... when he wrote me, he was with friends and he accidently made out with another girl. Funny, huh? How is that even possible? But he told me, it won't happen again and everything... and I was like: "dude, that's not a problem for me. just chill" and he was like: "why are you not mad at me? You are my girlfriend" and I said: "That's a new information for me. I didn't know, we were in some sort of relationship and you didn't ask me"

"Yeah, but... I love you"

And I was like: "Seen 19:45"

After that I got a lot of mean messages from his friends... but funny thing tho, one of them developed a crush on me. And apparently, I was a bad person in this story. But yooo... I was lost in translation here.

💯 - what’s something you are extremely proud of right now?

answering this long ask? Honey, really, I don't know, if I'm proud of anything this moment... because I don't do anything right now. No writing, no drawing, no cleaning and well, I played witcher the whole day, but that's not an archivement.

I'm looking forward to write something soon again, but right now I got nothing. Maybe I work on my multi.chap again, because it's not abanoned yet, I just wrote requests instead of a next chapter.

💄 - do you wear makeup?

Yes, but either all or nothing. I don't do natural looks or something. Either I look like a hobo with cholera or like a drag queen, nothing in the middle. I would even do so far and say... I'm good at doing make-up, but just my own. When I do other people it's kinda weird.

🥁 - do you play an instrument?

I used to play the flute and bongos... but that was when I was three years old and I forgot everything and since then I'm very untalented at playing anything of instrument. I can't even hold a rythm... it's just not in me. I love music and I love a musician, but I can't play for shitbricks XD

❤️ - do you have a crush right now

On a lot of fictional characters and my bf, which I love dearly for six years now and I remember the time I had a proper crush on him so well. I was acting like an idiot around him and everybody knew. I couldn't hide it!

[purplesurveys]

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America - What is your favorite place to eat?  I mean...these days I obviously haven’t been eating out at all, but I used to always enjoy dining at either Yabu (for the food) or La Creperie (for the ambience).

Australia - Do you have any quirks when speaking?  I don’t think so; or at least I don’t think I’d be aware of them unless someone points them out to me.

Austria - What kind of person do you wish to be?  What do some (or most) of these questions have to do with the countries? Lmao. Anyway, I just want to be remembered as being kind, I guess. I’m not aiming for anything grand.

Belarus - Is there anyone you love?  I’d do anything for my friends, close or otherwise.

Belgium - What do you think of your siblings? I like my sister; I care about her. I don’t really think much of my brother.

Botswana - Do you like to sing? Why or why not?  Yeah, but I only do it for myself. I never sing in front of others; I don’t think I’m that good.

Bulgaria - Who do you consider close to you?  My two best friends and everyone in my college friend group.

Cameroon - Describe your culture.  Folktales, hundreds of languages, more than just adobo and balut.

Canada - Favorite wintertime activity?  We don’t have winter.

China - What was the best moment of your life?  I don’t think I’ve had it yet; but so far the moments that are in the running for ‘best’ are my Paramore concert in 2018 and the day I found out I passed UP.

Cuba - What sort of grudges do you hold if any?  I haven’t talked to Marielle since the backstabbing incident in 5th grade, and I pretty much don’t talk to my uncle (unless we’re at a family gathering and I have to greet him for show) for all his past failures.

Cyprus - What hands-on activities do you like (drawing, carving, building, etc.)?  Embroidery! which I haven’t done in a long while but I’m definitely still into it.

Denmark - Do you wish for something of your past?  I wish I had more time with my relatives who died from Covid. Even a proper goodbye and a big, long hug from each of them would’ve sufficed.

Egypt - Do you stand up for what you believe in? How?  Sure. I speak up about it, educate others when I can, and raise awareness or reiterate my stance about certain issues by sharing posts on social media.

England - Are you controlling?  Depends on what context you’re talking about, because control can mean many different things. I’m a control freak when it comes to my work tasks and I know that can drive some people mad, especially those who prefer working independently.

Estonia - Do you think people often misunderstand you?  I think I’m pretty easy to read.

Finland - What do you prefer, kindness, sternness, or apathy?  In general, kindness; but I also don’t have any clue to what context these words pertain.

France - How do you show love for those you care for?  I like messaging them about things I see that remind me of them. I will also buy them small gifts from time to time, usually food that I know they like.

Germania - What is the hardest thing you have ever had to do?  Breaking up with Gabie, and accepting the said breakup. Both were equally difficult things to overcome and I’m just happy to be out of that part of my life.

Germany - Do you have a hard time forgiving yourself?  Yes. It takes me a while, if at all.

Ghana - What is our favorite sport?  You mean mine? I like pro wrestling, if that counts.

Greece - Do you let others help you when in need? I do, but I have a hard time asking for help. < Yeah. I will accept help when I finally acknowledge that I need it; but getting to the acknowledgment part can take me a while.

Hungary - Who is the person you trust most?  Either of my best friends.

Hutt River - What is the most memorable dream or nightmare you have had?  Back when I was at a low point I used to have recurring dreams of my girlfriend at the time dying. It sucks for the fact that my most unforgettable dreams are nightmares and for the fact that they all involve her, lol.

Hong Kong - Do you fear death?  Not really. I fear dying in a way that I wouldn’t want to experience, but I don’t fear the actual concept of death.

Iceland - Do you hide your real personality? Why?  I hide some parts from people I don’t know all that well or I’m not that close with; like I obviously wouldn’t have crackhead vibes with my clients at work lol. But outside of that I pretty much act the same way around everyone.

India - How important is family to you?  Quite, but it’s not my be-all and end-all.

Japan - Tell us a secret about yourself.  I don’t really have any. I share everything on this blog, anyway.

Kenya - What is your favorite wild animal?  Elephants.

Korea - What is one thing you accomplished by yourself?  Shooting my shot and landing an internship, and eventually a permanent job, at a company I had no connections with, all while I was heavily depressed and wasn’t really doing anything else to take care of myself. 

Kugelmugel - Is there anyone you have a love-hate relationship with?  My mom and I bicker all the time, but she is my mom.

Latvia - Do you believe you are brave?  I guess so.

Ladonia - What is the internet site you visit most often?  I’d say either Twitter or Facebook.

Liechtenstein - How do people underestimate you most often?  I don’t know if I can answer this; people usually don’t.

Lithuania - Do you desire power?  No. That implies being in the spotlight, which I don’t crave at all.

Macau - What is your favorite festival or celebration?  Christmas, only for the huge amount of food I get to freely eat.

Molossia - Do you consider yourself strong?  Emotionally, yeah. Also what is Molossia?

Monaco - Do you think you are a lucky person?  Not a big believer of luck.

New Zealand - Would you rather be an elf, dwarf, Hobbit, or wizard?  None of these.

North Italy - What is your least favorite part of your personality?  There are some parts to my sensitivity that I don’t really like, like my tendency to overthink remarks that were actually meant to be harmless.

Norway - What was the most disappointing time in your life?  All that time I spent being hung up on Gab and desperately talking to her post-breakup, mostly because of how much I neglected myself then. She was working a night shift then and I remember keeping on waking up at like 1 AM and the first thing on my mind always being to message her and UGH it’s just so embarassing to think about now.

Netherlands - Most generous thing someone has done for you?  That one time Andi half-walked and half-took a trike back to UP at 11 PM after already having gotten home, just to retrieve something I forgot to bring home and was having a breakdown about. It was really embarassing and they bring it up every once in a while to tease me, but we have a good laugh about it now.

Poland - Hardest thing you have gone through?  The breakup and deaths in the family.

Prussia - Would you prefer to live forever or die alone?  Live forever I guess, because I have serious FOMO HAHAHA

Roman Empire - How would you like to be remembered?  Like what I said at the start of this survey, just as someone who had been kind.

Romania - What is something you are very ashamed of?  I don’t think there is anything.

Russia - Have you ever suffered from low self esteem? Do you still?  I used to. Not really anymore. I’m liking myself more these days.

Sealand - Who is your best friend?  Angela and Andi.

Seborga - What is your favorite beverage?  Water or coffee.

Seychelles - How do you handle people being rude to you?  Be mean back, but in a passive-aggressive way.

South Italy - What is your favorite part of your personality?  I like that I’m generous and that I can remember a lot of different small details about everyone.

Spain - What would you tell to the person or people you hurt most if you had a second chance?  That she was right, I ended up being happier without her; and that I hope she can finally sleep well knowing she was right, considering our whole relationship was pretty much built on her wanting to be right about everything.

Sweden - Are you a leader, follower, or independent?  Follower.

Switzerland - Would you consider yourself evil, good, or neutral?  Chaotic neutral.

Thailand - How good is your poker face?  I don’t even understand poker.

Tibet - What do you value most?  Friendships, and my happiness.

Taiwan - What do you think of the people or person who raised you?  Grateful.

Turkey - Would you ever want children?  That would be nice, in a few years.

Uganda - How would you like others to see you?  I answered this question like twice already. It still applies hahaha.

Ukraine - What is one thing that has made you stronger in life?  The difficulties I was able to overcome.

Vietnam - What is something you are proud of about yourself?  ^ Those.

Wy - What kind of art do you like?  Paintings and films.

Zimbabwe - Who is your favorite character from any folklore?  I don’t like folktales.

[jeffwittekk]

It’s you.

For a winter’s night, the temperature was perfect, or maybe it was the fact that the man I loved was there, walking by my side after a month without talking. Nonetheless, the winter cold and the warmth of my cheeks created enough contrast to remind me that this was not a dream.

He walked beside me in silence, his hands in his pockets and head down. The only noise around us was the crunchy of our boots in the snow and only the lanterns lit us up on this empty street. He seemed so close but so far at the same time, yet he was the one who drove four hours to see me. He was the one who ended our relationship by bringing a girl to his apartment. He was the one who thought we shouldn’t be together, so why should it be me breaking this awful silence?

For a moment, all I wanted was to feel his lips on mine, feel his breath on my neck and his hands on my thighs. For a while, all I wanted was to go back to where we were a month ago. After what feels like a long time, he finally broke the silence. His voice was raspy at first and then it softened. His voice. So soft and comforting, felt like velvet.

“I don’t know where to start,” he said. I noticed how the warm air from his mouth blew smoke with the cold air from outside.

‘‘Why are you here?..’’ I whispered.

The city of Angels was sleeping, the sun had gone down and yet it was still as hot as it was a few hours ago. But the music was in full swing, the echo of laughter sounding far away as my feet played in the pool water as Jeff sat next to me, telling me how he met our mutual friend, Jac. We sneaked out of the party quickly to be alone. Being a bit drunk, the idea of a cheeseburger seemed incredible. And that’s how we spent part of the night, in his truck, in the In N out parking lot, drinking milkshakes. That's how he came into my life, completely out of the blue, on one random evening of June.

Meeting Jeff was an avalanche of emotions, positive, exciting and intense.

Soon the darkness of the street was replaced by a busier street; families, couples, strangers passed by us and I couldn't stop thinking how they manage to walk near me without realizing the hole in my heart? hole the man next to me made. After some hesitation, we took our seats in a small cafe which was still open despite the late hour. With my hands around my mug of hot chocolate, I couldn't help but stare at Jeff, maybe trying to figure out what he was thinking, but no success. He looked tired, sad even. He took my hand, a way to draw my attention back to him. The touch of his skin on mine made me shiver, reminding me of the first time he touched me.

After an evening with friends, we returned to Jeff's apartment. Everything was new, everything was exciting and the exhilarating feeling of falling in love with Jeff still took a lot of energy. That’s why the idea of ​​sitting on his sofa in front of Netflix sounded so delicious. Shamelessly, Jeff sat right next to me, letting me rest my head on his thighs. That’s how I fell asleep in less than twenty minutes. "Do you want to sleep here, or do you want me take you home?” He asked, waking me up delicately. "here’s fine" I nodded, "maybe I’ll take a shower first?". I wasn't sure if he was going to take the lead and join me in the shower, but after 15 minutes and my skin boiling hot, I got out wrapping the towel around my body. When I entered his bedroom, Jeff was sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone. He quickly shifted his eyes from his phone to me. How could a look be so tender and loving? he quickly got up to give me some clothes I could sleep in. He passed near me, in silence but with a gaze that said it all. I never knew that a look could make my insides throbbing that way, and I guess that was all it took for me to drop my towel in front of Jeff's marveling eyes. A smirk formed on his face as his eyes devoured me alive. In my outburst of courage, I slid my hands up his chest, under his navel, and finally, I took my sweet time to play with the elastic of his briefs. I could feel his breathing quicken against my skin as my hands explored further. He took one of my breasts in his hand, his thumb playing with my nipple to make them hard for him.

The waitress asking if I wanted a refill of hot chocolate, quickly tooking me out of my daydreaming.

"Do you remember our first night together?..." I asked him, whispering

Surprised by my question, Jeff raised an eyebrow. "Of course. I was so stressed out"

"Really? Why? it was good" I reassured him

"Yeah, it was really good, I remember not getting much sleep that night," he replied with a smile. He started playing with my fingers, dancing his with mine. “I miss your touch” he whispered back.

“yeah…” I hissed. “Should’ve thought about that before bringing someone else home” I paused “did you left your family right after Christmas just to tell me you miss me? I got your texts, don’t worry Jeff”.

Both our families lives on the east coast, we had plans to visit them all during the holidays since my family live four hours away from his. But no plan are set in stone and mistake are made.

‘‘I know. I regret everything, it was a stupid mistake, i didn’t think and I - It was selfish but I got scared...’’ he spoke slowly, articulating every word.

‘‘You got scared? That’s your excuse? You’re the one who told me to trust you and to let myself loose and not be scared to fall in love’’

I got up.

‘‘What the fuck do you even mean you got scared ? That’s so dumb’’. I was raging, i could feel the heat coming up to my face and the tears threathening to roll down my cheeks.

Almost home, back in the empty and silent street, i could hear him walking behind me. I don’t know if he thought I would give him a bed to sleep in but he is not my problem anymore.

‘‘I don’t care if you think it’s stupid because it’s the truth, I got scared, really scared. All the cards are in your hands and you don’t even realized it. I woke up one day minding my own business, taking care of myself, next thing I know ? I wake up next to this amazing girl who loves me for me, not for the clout or the money, but for me. And that, that legit scared me. I don’t know why I acted that way, I wish I didn’t hooked up with that girl and i’m so sorry I hurt you. It kills me’’

He was almost screaming, three feet away from me, right in the middle of this street. And at that moment, I completely forgot where we were and how cold the middle of the night was.

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sooooo..... i wrote my first story 🙆🏻‍♀️

Please be nice, it’s the first actual thing I write, i’m pretty happy and super excited to share with you all! but of course I see all the things I could do better hahaha but give me all your thoughts please please!! There’s gonna be a part two soon, don’t worry i won’t let you wait like that for long !!

What do you think she’s gonna answer in part two ??

Thank you for reading me, if you like, reblog or give me your impressions i’ll be so freaking grateful🧡

Love you all, M 💕

[animekath]

A Ray Of Sunshine!

Yagi Toshinori (All Might) X Hero!Reader 

Hey guys, Kat here!

I am back once again after two months of nothing but a bunch of drawings! (My bad-) I returned because I finished watching Bnha, up to season 4, and I gosh dang love it! Everyone is so lovable and I have fallen for every teacher-(Hot teachers, ouf) And All Might is one of them-He is so sweet, I want to cry so much for him!

Anyway, here is a long ass-story for you, cuties! I hope you like it! Sorry for spelling and grammar! (My dyslexic ass-huhu!)

Words: 8469

Warning: slow burn, tooth rotting fluff, adorable reader and Toshi, swearing, injury, coughing up blood (ForComedy), eating out, riding, sweet to intense sex, creamepie, size kink-ish?

Enjoy!

Another sunny morning in Musutafu, barely any clouds in the sky and birds chirping across town. 

But an older man seemed a bit down as he walked out of the store, coughing into his hand as blood splurt out. “Damn it…” He grunted out as he looked at his palm. Toshinori already spent his three hours of power in the morning, since one person called out for help, one after another. It was his selfless heart; he couldn’t help himself; he wanted to help people! But now he has to spend all day to suffer in this weak form. At least he is starting teaching soon in U. A High, so he could rest his body, it was for the best.

As he looked through his bag, he was taken by surprise when a blast came near him, noticing it was in the store he just left. A giant beast appeared, holding a bag which was full of money. Damn, Thief! People ran and screamed, but Toshinori held his place. “Hey-!” He snapped, about to changed but his own body stopped him, coughing up blood once again.

The beast looked down at him, his tail knocking him back. “Hahaha!! An old man trying to act big, huh?” The creature laughed, Toshinori holding his side as he was on the floor.

“Fu-” He growled. ‘Come on, you pathetic man, fight!’ He mentally shouted to himself, the beast getting closer. 'Shit, shit!’

Before the beast could throw another hit, a person whooshed past and punched him right in the jaw. “No worry, Citizens!” You turned, a bright smile on your face. “Sunshine is here!”

-Name: _____ _____

Hero Name: Sunshine

Age: 2X

Quirk: Sun - Your body absorbs the suns energy, building up strength and speed, practically unstoppable. But you become weak if clouds are blocking the sun or it’s night time-

Toshinori blinked up at you, a bit taken back by your sudden appearance. Your cloak flapped behind you as you walked towards the beast. “Hurting the old, villain? How rude of you.” You huffed.

'Geez, I don’t look THAT old, do I?’ Toshinori thought to himself as he blinked dully. ’…Nah, I do.’

“If they’re in my way, I AtTaCK!” He shouted, his tail going for another hit but you quickly dodge. “Just let me hit you, pretty girl! It’ll be quick, I swear..!”

You thought about it, rubbing at your chin. “Hm…I don’t think so! Don’t want to ruin this pretty girls face.” You winked before going to attack again, your leg doing a high kick to his face. You grabbed his tail, spinning yourself before throwing him in the air. “Mind your head!” You jumped into the air and did a low kick, his body slamming to the ground. “Never mind!” You grinned as you landed down - You looked over, taking the bag of money and passed it to the shopkeeper.

People ran over, thanking you, praising you - It made you a bit flustered. “Thank you, thank you, you’re all too kind..!” You smiled brightly. Your eyes drifted to Toshinori, the man forgetting he was lying there. “Oh, sorry, excuse me..!” You said as you walked past the crowd, quickly going over to check on him. “Sir, are you alright? Do you need any help?” You asked in a kindhearted voice.

“Ah, Thank you, but I’m fi-GHA!” He coughed up blood suddenly, noticing your surprised look.

'That is not fine!!!’ You screamed in your mind, suddenly panicked but you still gave a calming look. “No need to worry, I got you, fellow sir..!” You said.

“Wh-Ah!?” Toshinori suddenly gasped by your sudden lift, holding him in your arms. “Wait-There is no need to-!”

“Nonsense! You’re bleeding; you need help!” You said before running at full speed. You heard sirens, so you knew the beast would be handled - A man bleeding is first on the list! Toshinori felt like a child as you held him, but was still impressed by your strength.

You finally made it to the hospital, taking him inside, even when he kept telling you he’s okay. “I want you safe, sir. I’ll be dejected if I knew you were badly injured and coughing up blood isn’t a common thing.”

'It is for me..’ He thought. “It’s fine, seriously, it’s my condition I have - I was doing it before he attacked me” He tried to reassure you, but that made you look more worried.

“Th-That still isn’t good..!” You said. “Please, sir, do this for me..!”

He smiled down at you, like how caring you were. “Okay…I will.” He hated lying, but he did it to ease your worries.

“Thank you, kind sir. A nurse will be with you at any moment. I must return to the store; I need to inform the police on what happened.” You smiled, giving him a small wave. “I hope to see you again, sir! Sunshine has got your back!” You left the hospital, Toshinori smiling as you disappeared.

He saw a bit of himself in you - Maybe you were inspired by him, or you made your own passion. He was glad a hero like you was around.

“…Crap, I forgot my bag.”

~~~

Toshinori finally started his first day in U. A High and it seemed to be going well - even if he was mainly in the office. He would see Eraserhead, Present Mic and Midnight in the office as well, but it seemed they were talking about a new teacher.

“Seems our new little girl is a bit late” Nemuri purred out as she looked over the clock, a hand on her hip as she thought where the new girl was.

“A bit late? You mean an hour late.” Aizawa grunted out, not looking up from his paperwork at his desk.

Toshinori raised his head, his sunken eyes looking at the lewd woman. “Ah, A new teacher?” He questioned.

“Yes, she’s going to be learning history to the kids. Well, someday, whenever she comes in.” She chuckled as she flipped her hair behind her shoulder.

They heard the door slam open and heavy panting, all the teachers eyes flicked up, but Toshinori’s become widen. “I’m so sorry; I’m late! There was a giant octopus, and I had to help to stop it from hitting another building! Nezu already knows the situation! Forgive me!”

It was you - Sunshine!

You were still trying to catch your breath, placing a hand on your chest. He noticed your cape was a bit ruffled, your bare arms and thighs had red circle marks which he guessed the octopus got you.

“No need for worries, little miss! You’re lucky your first class doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes..!” Yamada said as he slides over to your side, giving you finger guns.

You let out a sigh of relief, a small smile appearing on your face. “Thank goodness, I was worried. Although the kids will question my scruffy appearance.” You said but shrugged it off, tapping the dust off your cape. Your eyes glanced up; the blonde man caught your eye. “Ah!”

Uh oh.

“It’s you, sir!” You beamed as you walked over. “I didn’t know you were a teacher here, what a coincidence!” You smiled brightly down at the older man. “I hope you’re feeling okay?”

“Oh! Ur, yeah, I’m fin-CUH!” He coughed up blood once again.

“THAT IS NOT FINE!” You screeched out. “So you weren’t lying before, huh!?” You frowned. “I’m sorry..!”

Toshinori waved his hands quickly in front of himself. “Oh no, don’t be sorry! You were helpful to me, no need for apologies!” He said immediately, not wanting you upset. “It’s something you didn’t know…Ur - I’m Yagi Toshinori, by the way. We never introduced each other properly.” He said, moving the talk away from him coughing up blood.

You looked down at him; a smile appeared on your face before shaking his hand. “I’m ______ _____..!”

You explained to the other teachers how you met, Toshinori seemed to lower himself more and more into his chair, a bit embarrassed when you mentioned you carried him to the hospital - The mention made Yamada and Nemuri hold back their laughter. All Might! The strongest man on Earth and the number one hero, being carried by a girl like a child and who was much smaller than him - The thought made Yamada choke on his laugh, quickly turning his body away to calm himself.

You were confused by their reactions, but you stopped when you realised you were going to be late for your class. “I need to go! Can’t keep the kids waiting!” You gave a quick wave before leaving the Office.

“I’m guessing she doesn’t know you’re All Might, correct?” Aizawa said as he side glanced at Toshinori.

“Ah, no…” He replied, rubbing the back of his neck. He might need to tell you one day since all the teachers knew about his identity, but you not knowing made him feel at ease. You seem to give him respect as a teacher and not as the number one hero.

‘Maybe later…’

~~~

For a strong Pro-Hero, who knows about history and seemed level headed, you also seem to be a bit oblivious and a klutz. You would get flustered when you make a mistake or trip upon nothing, but you always smiled about it - Nothing seemed to make you frown. You, of course, pouted by the teasing you got from the other teachers and even your students, but nothing made you truly upset.

Toshinori was sat on the lounge, letting out a soft sigh as he rubbed on his stiff neck, finally finished with the paperwork - Damn, he didn’t realise how much teachers got, must have been a pain. As he put together his paperwork and put it in his briefcase, he left the room only to have a lunchbox shoved in his face. “There you are Toshi!” You grinned up at him. “Want lunch together?”

“Ah-! You…You made me lunch?” He blinked surprised down at you, taken back by your sudden show and the fact that you made him lunch.

“Yes! I made too much this morning and thought of sharing it with you! I also notice you don’t eat much during work, so I thought of treating you.” You tilted your head to the side. “You’ve also finished your work, right?”

Toshinori had a feeling that no was not a choice in this matter.

So the next thing he knew, he was sat outside on a bench with you, opening the lid to see rice and chicken - It smelt so good; it nearly made him drool. He grabbed his chopsticks and took the first bite. “Mm-” He swallowed, noticing your eyes were nervously glancing over, hoping he would like it. “It’s Delicious…” He gave you a bright smile. “Thank you so much; I don’t deserve this wonderful meal.”

“…” Your eyes sparkled, looking like you might cry. “It’s nothing, Toshi! You deserve it, you work so hard, and you deserve a break once in a while!” You gave him a thumbs up, Toshinori letting out a chuckle by your positive words.

You never said anything negative about anyone, not even Aizawa, only saying he just needed more sleep because he looked like a tired raccoon. Yamada now started calling Aizawa a tired raccoon, which made him, wrap his binding cloth around his head to cover his mouth.

“You’re too kind to me, _____.” He hummed, both of you taking a few more bites. Damn, he needed that - He couldn’t have full meals because of his stomach, so he just had snacks, but your lunch had the right balance. “Ah…I haven’t been that stuffed in a while; I needed that.” He sighs as he closed his eyes.

“If you enjoyed it that much, I can make you another tomorrow and maybe the day after..!” You grinned. “As I said, I make so much, and I can’t eat all of it on my own.” You then leaned forward a bit. “Also having our meals together, we can talk more and more!” Toshinori opened his mouth to reply, but his phone started ringing.

‘A PHONE CALL IS HERE!  A PHONE CALL IS HERE! A PHONE CA-’

He grabbed his phone quickly as he got up, noticing you holding back your laugh, your hand covering your mouth. “I need to take this..!” He said, a bit flustered by his ring tone, which was a first since the other teachers knew and he didn’t care about their reactions.

“O-Okay…” You snickered, finding this tall, skinny man so adorable. You thought he was an All Might fan since he had him as his ring tone, it amazed you. When he returned, you bit your lip as you smiled. “All Might, huh?”

“Ur - Yeah…Is that a problem?” He asked as he looked over your bright form. You never talked or mentioned All Might, even though someone has spoken about him at least once or all the time.

You rested you back against the bench as you thought about it. “No, nothing wrong having a ring tone of him. All Might…Is okay.”

Something inside him shattered. ‘Just…Okay!?’ He thought you didn’t notice his shaken form. ‘Not amazing, wonderful, handsome, just OKAY!?’

You quickly waved your hands. “Don’t get me wrong; I look up to All Might a lot! I think the brands and advertisements just put me off so much, like - I saw his head on a toilet brush, you don’t need to do that!” You said as you explained yourself. “That’s not his fault, though…He was the one that taught me to smile through everything!” You said as you looked up at Toshinori, You didn’t realise how close your faces were. “Through pain and danger, I will always smile! I want people to know everything will be okay!” You smiled, your voice filled with so much passion and love; it made Toshinori’s eyes sparkle. “So…Maybe I shouldn’t say he’s okay - I should say he’s the best person on Earth…But I don’t want to see his face on a brush again…” You said, nervously scratching your cheek.

“…Heh…” Toshinori snickered before he started to laugh out loud, you followed with your laughter, his large bony hand on your shoulder.

“GHA!”

“Holy Jesus, there is blood everywhere! PLEASE SEE A DOCTOR AGAIN, TOSHI!!!”

~~~

Another few weeks went by, and each day, he had a new lunch - If you missed him because you’re both busy, you just leave it at his desk. For doing this, you only wanted his company, sitting outside together and just chatted about school, life or your past. Toshinori didn’t have enough courage to let you know that he’s All Might - He liked the way you looked at him in this form and not his other. Maybe he was a desperate older man, but he thought you get flustered over small touches or when he compliments you - Maybe he was overthinking. The tall man had a soft spot for you; He wanted your sweet laugh, your small touches and your kind words, it made him putty.

One day it started to rain out of nowhere, getting the poor man soaked. “Damn it.” He sighs as he took off his wet jacket. “Thank god for the extra clothing at school.” He said to himself as he went to the office, seeing no one was around. Since he was alone, he might as well change here - He didn’t want to walk all the way downstairs just to turn and go back right back up to the office.

He took off his soaked white shirt, grabbing the spare to slip on. Before he could though, the door opened. “Hey, To-” You stopped, your eyes widen at the sight. Toshinori stopped as well as he looked over to your face, noticing your eyes were looking at the horrific scar on the side of his stomach, making him quickly cover it with his hand.

“_____, It’s not…” What could he say? ‘It’s not that bad’, ‘It’s nothing’, you won’t shrug it off. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat as his eyes drifted off to the side, still feeling your eyes on him. ‘She’ll probably leave, be disgusted by this. Fuck, who am I kidding? She has never seen me in that way…’ His mind swarmed with negative thoughts, but he suddenly felt a fresh touch, snapping out of his thoughts as he gasped.

You were in front of him, your hand on his scar but pulled away when he gasped. “S-Sorry! Does it hurt?” You asked quietly as you looked up at him.

“A-Ah, no, no - You just took me by surprise.” He replied. Toshinori couldn’t believe you were in front of him, you didn’t look disgusted nor sad, more like curious. He felt your hand on his scar once again, just gently laying your palm on the centre. Your touch was Soft. It made the taller man fluster. “Hah…” He let out a shaken breath as your fingertips ran along the lines of his scar, a shiver running up his spine.

It felt nice…Sweet. Goodness, he wanted more.

“How…How did you get this? It looks so painful.” You muttered, Toshinori realising how close you were, he could smell your shampoo, he wanted to run his fingers through your hair.

Fuck…

“It’s a long story, but…” He swallowed again. “_____, I have to tell you something. The other teachers know A-And I wasn’t hiding it from you because I don’t trust you! It’s just…I like the way you look at me…Like this…” His sunken eyes looked down at you, seeing the confusion on your face. “You don’t look at me like a popular guy like others. You see me, as…Me. Although the other side is me too…”

“Toshi, I don’t…I’m confused.” You muttered. His large hands placed on your shoulders to move you a foot away, seeing his form into-”A-All Might!?” Your eyes widen, the skinny man you knew - now turned into the number one hero. “W-What!? He’s All Might, Y-You’re All Might!? How, I-!” Your eyes swirled, entirely confused. “Oh god, I’m confused - You’ve always been All Might!? OH, GOD-!”

“Don’t freak out, I’ll tell you everything, just breathe..!” Even his vocals changed, having a mighty boom in his voice.

After you calmed down, he told you everything; The fight, the damage, what it did to his body and how he can only be All Might for only a few hours. You stood there, listening intently, taking it all in - Everything made sense, All of it! It saddened you to know he’s in so much pain.

“Toshi…You could have told me right away..” You muttered, looking up at him to smile. “I like you for you, silly, not your power or popularity. You’re still the big softy I know.” You let out a giggle, the muscle man melting by your sweet voice.

“_____…Your words mean a lot to me. Thank y-GH!” He coughed, turning back to his skinny self, blood spurting from his mouth.

“N-Now I know why you cough up blood so much.” You sigh, taking out a napkin to clean his mouth, buying a few for Toshinori last week. “Still…A hero or not, I want to help in any way I can. Even A number one hero needs help sometimes.” You said, lowering the napkin to look over his face. “So if you need me, call me, shout my name, and I’ll come running..!” You gave your heroic grin, making him smile.

“Thank you, _____. Urm…You can do me a favour; it’s a little embarrassing to ask…” He said as he scratched his cheek. “Can…I hold you?”

You were taken back by the request but smiled sweetly. “You never have to ask that from me, Toshi.” You said softly, going closer to pull him into a hug. Your arms wrapped around his waist, while he anxiously wrapped his around your neck, a substantial hand gently on your head. “Mm…”

Your head rested on his chest; your ear pressed up against him to hear his heart beating. He may be hurt, but he was alive, smiling when his heartbeat quickened. Toshinori felt your hand run along up and down his back slowly like you were comforting him; it made the poor man shiver. Your touch was warm and gentle; he felt overwhelmed. He hasn’t been touched like this in so long; he craved for it, he wanted nothing but your sweet touches. He didn’t think of it as sexual, just two people wanting comfort, some type of loving connection. He closed his eyes as you continued, nearing arching his back against your hand, making your bodies press closer together. “Sunshine…My ray of Sunshine.”

His deep voice made you blush, your heart skipping a beat by his words. It may have been your hero name, but he was saying it in a different light. His sighs as he felt your fingers rubbing up against his back, going higher to go through his hair. His breath shaken when you rubbed his head, your fingers going through the messy blonde hair. His head lowered until he was resting against yours, his eyes close but yours were widened. He enjoyed it; he craved it; he wanted nothing but your soft touches. You watched him get putty in your arms, the view making your heart beat faster. “…Tosh-”

You both heard the door, looking over to see Aizawa at the doorway, the gloomy man frozen on the stop. You both blushed, realising the situation - You were both pressed together, your arms tangled in an embrace and Toshinori being shirtless. “Sorry, I…I didn’t mean to intrude. You both can continue…” He said, in his dull voice, turning around to leave.

You both pulled away, waving your arms to get his attention. “No, no, this isn’t what it looks like!!!” You both said at the same time.

“It’s ‘exactly’ what it looks like.” He grunted before the door slammed shut.

You both stood there, flustered and quiet. Oh god, he thought you guys were about to have sex, that wasn’t good! Both of you were so caught up in the embrace, that you forgot that you were in the office, in a school for that matter.

“I…I should put my shirt on now.” “Y-Yes, and I’ll-! Urm…Go to class..! It’s early, but oh well!” You both laughed nervously, your bodies stiff as you went to your desk; Toshinori was putting on a dry shirt while you grabbed your papers. You both looked at each other, your cheeks still hot. “I-” You both stopped, letting out a nervous chuckle. “You go first.”

“No, you…” You replied.

“No, Y-”

“C-Can we do that again!?” You spit out; the man took back by your request. “I just-! Urm…I-It was nice and…You’re very cuddly. I liked it.” You smiled nervously, gripping on to your papers. “I understand if yo-”

“Yes.” He replied right away, his bright eyes staring into your soul. “I would love to, _____.”

“Oh…Great..!” You replied, relieved that he agreed. “Okay, Urm…I’ll sees you later, okay?” You gave a small wave before walking to the door, nearly running into it. “Shi-Damn, I-” You opened the door, letting out a nervous laugh before closing it.

“…” Toshinori squatted on the floor as he ran his fingers through his hair, his face red as he stared at the floor. ‘Oh god, oh god, oh god - That happened. Jesus Christ, I almost died from embarrassment, that woman will be the death of me…’ He thought in his head, steam coming out of his ears.

He heard the door slide open again. “Are you done with your sex?”

“WE WEREN’T HAVING SEX, SHOUTA!!!” He shouted as he splurted out blood.

~~~

After that awkward bump on the road, things seem to be going smoothly for you and Toshinori. You continued talking and eating lunch together, but it seemed to be more touchy. You would rest against each other while your fingers ran through his hair, the bony man letting out soft hums when your nails gently scraped against his scalp. You even invited him to your house to watch movies and cuddle, resting on his chest or his head resting on your lap while you played with his hair. The little affections were sweet, especially when your held hands, his thumb rubbing up and down your knuckles.

This made the other teachers a bit more curious about your ‘relationship’ - Nemuri wanted to know the juicy details; what was he like in the sack, did he punish you, did you tie him down to the bed, would you two just fuck each other raw. You denied it all; it was nothing like that! But the thoughts sadly came, and it made your face beat red, thanks Nemuri! Yamada would ask Toshinori the romantic questions; What was your first date like, was your first kiss passionate or rough, are you the romantic type, have you guys danced together, have you both said I love you. Toshinori denied it all as well, but embarrassed at the thought of taking you on a date, just having each others company. Aizawa didn’t bring up any questions nor said much on it, just a simple ‘If you guys are happy, then I am glad, but don’t bring that shit to school.’

The questions made you both think - It did seem like you were a couple, but you never kissed, nor gone on a date. Both of you were so busy with school and hero work that the closest thing you have done together was cuddle in bed. You guys loved it, but maybe it was time to the next level. Toshinori knew he wasn’t a young man anymore; he wanted a relationship, he wanted a house together, he wanted a family - But were you in the same mindset? He didn’t know that you were. You loved being a hero, you loved helping people, but you also wanted a life. You would see parents with their children, and it made you think of having your own kids and husband - But did Toshinori felt the same? You didn’t know that he was.

Weeks went by until one day, Toshinori was running to the hospital after he heard what happened. 

A Building was on fire at night, and news reported that you went inside to rescue any civilians, even though you were practically quirk-less at night. You didn’t wait for reinforcements, you just ran in head first, but thanks to that you saved many lives. The news said everyone was going to the closest hospital, including yourself, since you were injured from the fire.

Toshinori panicked - What happened if you were trapped or severely injured, you wouldn’t have made it out. He just needed to see you, hold you, anything-damn it! He made it to the hospital and the desk told him which room you were in, his body practically shaking in the lift. And when he finally made it to your room, he saw you, his mass shooting towards you - He couldn’t hold himself any longer!

“To-Mm!” Your eyes widen, freezing on the spot when his lip met yours, his arm wrapped around you while the other held the back of your head so you wouldn’t pull away. It was passionate and even a desperate kiss, like he hasn’t seen you in years - You couldn’t help but kiss back. Your free hand ran through his messy hair, both of you pressed together in the sweet embrace. Toshinori felt like if he lets you go, you would fade away and wouldn’t come back. He needed you; he wanted you; he didn’t want to let go!

“E-Excuse me…” They heard a quiet voice say, both pulled away from the kiss to see the nurse looking a bit flustered. She was holding your arm, which she was still bandaging up. “May I continue, please?”

You giggled as Toshinori pulled away with a flustered face, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah-I’m so sorry! Please, forgive me, ma’am..!” He was that one noted; he didn’t notice the nurse.

“It’s fine; I know the feeling. You must be happy to see your girlfriend is safe.” She hummed as she did the final touches.

“S-She’s not my-I mean-” He shuttered, wanting to hide.

The nurse gave him a wink. “I’ll give you two some alone time. Please rest, miss _____.” She said as she eased you on the bed before leaving.

“Thank you so much for your service, Miss.” You said kindly, giving a small nod. As the door shut, you gave Toshinori a slight grin. “I didn’t expect that from you, Toshi. You took me by surprise, you big flirt.”

“Ah-It wasn’t like that..! I mean…I just wanted to see you and when I did…My body couldn’t handle it.” He said, looking a bit anxious as he rubbed his neck again. “I…I needed to know you were real.” He then sat beside you, his large hand taking yours. “And I’m happy to know you’re safe…”

“Toshi…I’m fine. I burnt my arm, but it’ll heal, might leave a mark though.” You pouted, before glancing at his hand, his grip tightened. His mind swarmed with dark thoughts, but you cut it by kissing his cheek. “No need for that look, Toshi. I’m fine…”

“Yes, but…Your Quirk-”

“Quirk or not, I’m still a hero.” You said, your head gently resting on his. “Yes, it is hard without a quirk. I ignore doing anything at night, but…I couldn’t just stand there and watch a building burn full of people. I…I had to do something, Toshi.” You closed your eyes, biting your bottom lip, trying to hold yourself. “If I didn’t…A lot of people would have suffered. My body just carried me, running inside and help them people. I-I kept smiling…I kept pushing myself.”

His arms wrapped around you, leaning your head towards his shoulder. “…You must have been scared, _____…Knowing that if anything bad happened, you…” He sighs. “Never mind. It’s over now, and you did so well…You saved families, My Sunshine. I’m so proud of you.” His words overwhelmed you, gripping his shirt as you suddenly sobbed into his shoulder. “Shh…Shh…I got you now, Sunshine. Just let it out.” And so you did, holding onto Toshinori as you cried in his arms.

But now, you call him your boyfriend.

~~~

After the hospital, both of you were becoming much cuddlier, like two teens in their first relationship. You continued to eat together, but Toshinori would quickly steal a kiss from you before anyone noticed, your face becoming flustered as you stuffed your face with food to distract yourself. You loved this side of him, kindhearted and sweet, even a bit of a flirt when he wanted to.

You finally went on your first date, and it was awkward at first, but when you walked through the park together and kicked off your heels, it went smoothly - Toshinori even gave you his jacket when he thought you were cold. You can cut ice easily with how adorable the two of you were. Even the teachers noticed how bright the two of you were together; they could practically see the hearts and sparkles coming out from both of you. Yamada nearly sobbed, wanting what you two have.

“Geez, it has to rain suddenly again!” You whined as you and Toshinori ran to his place. “They said today was going to be sunny, them lying bastards..!”

“Hah, true - Let’s just get inside quickly before we get completely soaked!”

“Too late, Toshi!”

You both went inside, peeling off your coats and hung them up, sliding off your shoes after. As you both went inside, Toshinori went to get some towels for you both. “Here, get yourself dried up.” He said, a towel resting on his head, making you smile before ruffling your hair with the soft wool. “Give me a second.” He disappeared once again, returning with some dry clothes. “Here, you should take these so that you won’t be walking around in wet clothes.”

“Ah-Thank you, Toshi.” You said as you took them from his hands, the tall man pointing where his bathroom was for you to change. He went to his bedroom, sliding off his clothes to slip on a loose t-shirt and pants, just casual wear. As he left his bedroom, he turned when he heard you. “Thank you again for your clothes, but your pants couldn’t fit me.”

His eyes widen, looking over your smaller form - Wearing nothing but his buttoned-up shirt which was resting on your mid-thigh. He could have sworn his heart stopped, seeing your bare legs. “Ah…” He knew your outfit showed your thighs, but this was different, you wore long boots and socks to cover your legs. They looked beautiful, your thighs lightly pressing together. ‘I want to grab them so badly…’ He thought, his eyes darken by the thought. ‘I want to dig my fingernails into her flesh until she-’

“T-Toshi…” He snapped out of it by your voice, seeing you looked nervous by his silent stare. “I’m sorry, I’ll put back on my-”

“No, don’t-It’s fine..!” He said quickly as he put his hands up. ‘You perverted old man, what were you thinking!? It’s inappropriate to stare’ He mentally slapped himself, not wanting you to be uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, F-Forgive me-” He swallowed, taking your wet clothes to put them in the wash with his own.

As he did this, you sat on the couch, feeling so exposed wearing this, but what else could you wear? The way he stared at you, it was like he was about to pounce on you. The thought made you shiver, your cheeks heating up. ‘Stop it, you fool! Stop thinking of such lewd things!’ You thought to yourself.

“Here…” You blinked when you felt a weight on your shoulders. “This blanket is to keep you warm. I bet you’re freezing.” You nod your head, watching Toshinori sitting beside you and turned on the TV. You held the blanket close as you sat beside him, covering the blush on your cheeks. He wrapped one arm around you to pull you close, gently rubbing your shoulder to ease your stiff muscles.

He may have been a bony man, but he was still comfortable to rest against, loving when you heard his heartbeat against his chest. “Mm…” Your eyes were not on the TV, your eyes placed at his chest, your fingers gently running along his collar bone - his body stiffens by the touch, his grip lightly squeezed you. “Toshi…Aren’t you cold too?” You asked, but before he could reply, you already wrapped the blanket around each other.

The hero felt you cuddle up to him close, his heart beating into his ribs faster. ‘We’ve done this so many times, why is it now so intense’He thought, his eyes glancing down at you, your breasts pressed up against his side, and your thighs pressed together, making the poor boy stiff. 'Oh goodness, she is so sexy, I’m might pass out..!’ His eyes swirled, holding you close to his body. “_____…”

You looked up him, your whole face heated while your hands gripped his shirt. “Toshi…” You bit the inside of you lip, pushing yourself. 'Stop being so shy!’ You moved your body up, the man’s eyes slightly widen as you sat on his lap, your thighs resting on either side of him. “I…Urm…I want to…” You shuttered, frowning that you were too nervous to say it, so you just pulled him into a kiss, hoping he gets the hint.

He was prepossessing your words and actions, as he let you continue, his hands gently placed on your hips as he kissed back, letting out a pleasing hum. “Mm…” You both relaxed into the kiss, your arms going around his neck to make the kiss deeper, his fingers gently squeezing your soft hips. He loved every part about you; he wanted to touch and kiss every part while saying loving things in your ear; he wanted you to know how special you were to him. He bit your bottom lip, hoping you got the hint. You did, kissing again while your tongues brushed against each other, Toshinori feeling your hips pressed down on him.

‘Is that what you want, little Sunshine? I’ll give it to you…I’ll give you everything.’ He thought, his hand slowly sliding down to cup your ass, letting out a small squeak which made him chuckle against your lips. Fuck, your skin felt so smooth and soft, squeezing your ass as he grinds you down onto him. Your fingers held onto his hair, moaning into the kiss as you felt his semi-hard on rubbing against your clothed cunt. “Hah…” You both pulled away for air, his eyes looking at your adorable face, a low growl leaving his lips. “You want me, _____?” Your voice was lost, so all you did was nod, a smile appearing on his face. “I’m glad…I’ve wanted you for so long, I practically ached…” He grunted, his voice rugged and deep, it made a shiver run down your spine.

“Toshi…” You took his hands, leading them to the buttons of the shirt, The skinny man giving you a ‘are you sure?’ look. “P-Please…I…I want you too.” He nods his head as a reply, his long fingers unbuttoning the shirt - Your breasts peeking out, your stomach and finally, your underwear. He let out a shaken sigh as he parted the shirt; your whole body is shown to him. He let out a quiet ‘fuck’; a small smile appeared on your face. “Like what you see?”

“Yes…God, yes, you’re breathtaking…” He breathed out, his thumbs rubbing your hip bones. “Gorgeous, beautiful…Sexy as hell.” His sunken eyes looked up at you, a grin sliding on his face. “Are you a villain? Trying to get me weak on the knees until I’m under your power?”

You giggled. “Maybe…” You purred, your hands grabbing his shirt to slip it off. “Although, your All-mighty body is getting me weaker…” He laughed, the aura around you both seemed to be less tense. Your hand gently ran down his body, your fingertips smoothly running against the scar, Toshinori groaning - Already putty under your touch. He has fought so many villains throughout his years, but he has never been this weak from simple touches. Your hand stopped on his pants; your eyes flicked up to his face as your fingers teasingly rubbed the edge. “May I?”

“Y-Yeah…” He breathed out, his face flustered as you grabbed his pants, sliding them down to his mid-thigh with his boxers, his cock hit against his stomach. Your eyes looked at his throbbing masterpiece in awe, seeing it twitch, making your lower stomach burn. Toshinori rested his head back, his arm covering his eyes so he wouldn’t be able to see you, he was too nervous to. “D…Don’t stare.” He grunted out, his breath shaken.

“S-Sorry, I just…It’s so big.” He chocked on a gasp, feeling your hand wrapped around his shaft, giving him a few slow pumps. “So hot…My hand might melt.” You swallowed your saliva, trying to not drool so much on how good he looked. He was a flustered mess on the couch already, you wanting nothing but to ride him, but you held yourself. “Is this good? I’m not the best…I-I don’t do this often…” You weakly chuckled.

“N-No, no, it’s good…Hah…So good. Mmm…Your hand is so soft.” He groaned out, still not looking at you or your hand. Your thumb slowly rubbed the sensitive tip, making his hip jolt up. “Ah-I…Oh, god.” He moaned, gritting his teeth as your hand gently squeezed his shaft, your hand going faster.

“Toshi…Please look.” You moved his arm away from his face, loving how handsome and cute he looked - His eyes were hazed with lust and his cheeks so flustered, you couldn’t look away. You tilted his head to look down, watching your hand pump his shaft. “You are so amazing…I can’t keep my eyes off you.” You breathed out, Toshinori letting shaken moans and breaths, his eyes were practically heart-shaped. “Do you like me doing this to you?”

“Yes…Yes, yes, all of it.” He groaned, bucking into your hand. “I-If you keep pumping me quickly, I’ll…Ah-I’ll come.” His fingers gripped onto your thighs, teasingly grazing your underwear. “Not yet…I-I…I want to be inside you.” Fuck, he did - He won’t be able to hold himself any longer. “Let me please you…”

You stopped, nodding your head. “O-Okay…” You got off him, the tall man already missing the closeness, watching you rest back on the couch. You nervously opened your legs for him as he crawled over, seeing your underwear was soaked. Were you that excited from touching him? Shit…

“Can I, _____?” He asked politely, his hands reaching for your underwear. You nod your head, letting out a weak ‘Y-Yeah’, his hands sliding them down until they were completely off. “Fuck-” He gasped, his bright blue eyes staring between your legs. “You’re beautiful…Stunning. I am a lucky man to have you…”

“S-Same for you, Toshi…” You breathed out, a weak smile spread on your face. “Ah-” You blushed, feeling his thumb spread your pussy lips, leaning down to get a closer look. “D-Don’t; it’s so embarrassing…”

He chuckled. “How is it? I’m looking at the most beautiful thing…You’re soaking for me, darling.” He groaned. “I just…Want to…” His tongue ran up your slit, a small whimper leaving your lips. “Fuck…I can’t-I…You taste so good.” Like a wild animal loose from its cage, his lips attacked your pussy, his tongue running up and down your slit to taste your juices.

“T-Toshi-!” You gasped, your fingers running through his hair, keeping your legs open as he continued to eat you out. Oh god, oh god, he snapped! His tongue would sometimes slip inside you, before pulling out to lick and suck at your pussy lips. “F-Fuck, oh fuck..!” You bucked into his face but felt his hand hold you down, keeping you in place as he tongue fucked you. “Nnn…!” Your headshot back, letting out whimpers and moans as he continued. But he turned it up, as his mouth moved up to suck on your clit. “F-Fuck! Oh god, Toshi…You’re so good.” You moaned out, gripping onto his hair.

“Fuck, darling…” He groaned against you, continue to suck at your clit. He loved how you thrived underneath him, your hands gripping onto his hair as you moaned out his name like a prayer.

“Toshi…Nnh-A…All Might…!” Toshinori stopped, pulling away from your legs, his full-blown eyes staring down at you - practically glowing.

“…What did you say?”

“…All…All Might?” You muttered, having no idea if he liked being called that or not. But when he smirked, you knew he loved it. He grabbed you, resting you on his lap, grabbing his own cock to tease it against your pussy. “Mmm…”

“Are you ready for me? My ray of Sunshine.” He groaned out, his hand gripping your thigh, wanting nothing but to pound you into the couch but he held himself for you.

“Yes…Ah, yes.” You moaned out, bucking your hips that his tip went right against your entrance. He grabbed your hips, slowly lower yourself until you were in. “F-Fuck…You filled me up. Oooh, Toshi..!” You sigh, grinding against him to get used to his size.

“Ah…_-_____. You feel…Mm-Remarkable.” He felt your walls squeeze him just a bit; his tip feeling so sensitive inside you; the pleasure was pure bliss. “Mmm…Please move. I’m dying here…”

You giggled by his begging, raising your hips before lowering them back down, both of you making a small moan. You would raise your hips slowly, but then slammed down quickly, the only thing heard in the room was each others moaning and skin slapping against skin. “I-Is that good, hah-Toshi?” You purred, holding onto his shoulders as you moved.

“Ngh-Yes…Ah…! Your…Pussy feels so good.” It was the first time hearing him use that word, and you loved it. He leaned over you to kiss and nibble your neck down to your shoulder like it was his very own canvas. He wanted to leave his marks on you, knowing you were his, knowing you were real. All of this felt like a hazy dream to him - Just knowing you still wanted him after all this time amazed him, but he loved it.

He loved you.

“Oh god, Toshi…” You felt every curve and vein of his cock, loving how it hit every spot inside you, his tip hitting just right in your womb. The fantastic feeling made you speed up the pace, your ass now slapping against his skinny thighs. “Mmm…Yes, yes, yes…! You feel amazing, T-Toshi.” You moaned, before leaning forward. “Or should I say…All Might?” You purred in his ear, feeling his body stiffen for a second. “Mnn…I love how All Might is hitting every right spot inside me…I’m so lucky to have you…My All Might.”

He growled low; his eyes seemed to brighten even more - He grabbed your arms, you stopped to look up at him, a wide smirk on his lips. “Again…Repeat it…” Steam now seeped out of his body, his body increasing in size and muscle.

“Tos-AH!” Your eyes widen, his cock increasing in size also - How is that possible, oh god, it was stretching you to your limit. “NNH!!!” Tears started to form in your eyes, biting your lip when he stopped growing. Now his big, muscly body was underneath you, the smirk on his face was still there. He now grabbed your arms and slammed your whole body down, crying out as his cock was so deep - You saw nothing but white.

“Come on, Sunshine, you can take a few inches more..!” His bright heroic voice come out, pretty much using your body as his very own flashlight. As he slammed your whole body down, his hips would thrust up, nothing but pound after pound inside you. “Now…Call for me. Call. For. Me..!” He growled out.

Your mind wasn’t thinking straight, only crying and moaning out, your words already slurred and made no sense. “I-I-Nuh! A-All-Ah!” It was too much, you were past your limit, you think you already came, but you weren’t sure.

It was…It was…Incredible!

No one has made you feel this good; it was inhuman! Oh god - you saw stars, you saw Jesus himself, No, you saw Aizawa and Yamada as angels above you. You were fucking losing it! “L-Lord! Oh! Fuck! A-Ahh! A-All Might! All Might!” Your walls were clamping down on his thick cock, Toshinori groaning below you.

“D-Damn, you are pulling me in, aren’t you?” He groaned out, watching your body beg for him, your breasts bouncing with each thrust he made, your eyes rolling at the back of your head - You could barely breathe since he did nothing but fuck the shit out of you, you didn’t have time for a break. But if he ever stopped for a second, you would just beg for him to continue, you would just die on the spot. “Sunshine…My Sunshine…!, Ah! Damn, you feel S-So fucking good! Ngh!” He watched his cock thrust into you, seeing how soaking wet you were, it was all over his cock and balls - it made it easier for him to slip inside. “heh, I bet you’ve come for me, maybe even twice?” He chuckled. “You want to come again? I’ll…Ng-Join you. Would you like that?”

You just kept moaning and crying for him, gasping for air, amazed that his speed increased. “Y-Y-Yeah! Y-You’re Ah splitting M-Me in two!” You shuttered out. “Y-You’re going to kill Me-Me while fucking me, out of M-My god damn M-M-Mind!” You cried, tears running down your face. Toshinori did nothing but laugh, stopped by a loud groan, feeling his balls tightening up. “Y-Yes! C-Come, Come In-Inside me! All Might! Ah!”

“As you wish, _____..!” He continued to pound into you until you were close to your climax. “H-Holy shit!” He roars, feeling you and himself at a climax. “_____! Ah, Sunshine!” He gave one hard slammed down, his cum shooting inside you like a gunshot. "Ngh!"

“AHH!” You screamed out your climax, your mind going blank. Oh fuck, oh god, his hot cum was filling you up - There was so much, it started leaking out of your pussy.

He bucked into you gently as his climaxed eased down, his cum spilling out more. “Ah…Hah…” He rested his head back as he panted heavily, sweat going down his tired body. The fog in his mind started to fade away, making him think more clearly. “_…____…Are you o-” He froze as he looked at you, seeing you limp, your eyes nothing but white. “_____? _____…!” He gently shook you, his skin going pale before spitting out blood as he changed back to his skinny form. “Oh god, I killed her with sex!!!”

“N…No….May…be…” You mumbled, your body falling on his, too tired and sore to move. “Th-that…”

“Oh no, oh no, I should have controlled myself..! I’m so, so sorry!” He held your body close, gently rubbing your back, feeling you shaking. “I wanted to make love to you…B-But my mind went blank and turned into a beast. Forgive me…I’m a terrible person…” He muttered, his sunken eyes looking over you.

You pulled away a bit to look over his worried face, before giving him a peck on the lips. “C-Can…Can we…Do that again?”

“Eh?”

~~~

Another working day in U. A High, you and Toshinori at your desks, but you twitched when you felt eyes staring at you. “N…Nemuri? You okay?” You asked as you looked over at her, seeing her intense eyes looking over your body and face.

“…You had sex, didn’t you?” She said simply, Toshinori choking on his hot tea as you blushed. “I can see it all over you; you’re practically glowing with sex!”

“Yo ho ho! Way to go, my man!” Yamada gave a bro bump on his shoulder, Toshinori just shaking at his desk, the tea still pouring out of his mouth.

“Finally…” Aizawa grunted out, his eyes on his paperwork.

“Oh yes, let’s celebrate after work!”

“W-What!? No, Nemuri!”

“Hell Yeaaah, Let’s do it, superstars!”

“W-W-Wait-Gha!”

“I’ll be in my sleeping bag.”

THE END!

[livelongdolan]

Lemons (G.D.)

Summary: The boy down the street seems as sweet as sugar, helping his little brother with practicing sports, making a lemonade stand, etc. when it turns out he’s really as sour as lemonade.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut (in next part)

A/N: I was literally just drawing stuff for a storybook I have to make for econ when I thought of this and got right on it lmao.

Tags: @rockstardolan  @dolanstwintuesday @aquadolan @dolandolll <3

     The sun was out at full force, beating heat down on to the bodies of those outside of their houses and forcing the ones inside to blast the A/C, but the three boys down the street weren’t afraid of any heat. Your family had been friends with the Dolan Family since you were born, so you were very familiar with them always being outside which almost always included dragging you along with them. 

     Today, the boys were selling lemonade. Every year, Grayson, Ethan, and their little brother Charlie made fresh lemonade and sold it for 25 cents to make some money. And every year, you were dragged into helping. That’s why you were making your way down to their house now, they had run out of sugar and you were bringing them a fresh bag. You walked up to them and placed the sugar down on the small table, noticing Ethan wasn’t there with them but just figuring he was out getting something or hanging out with his girlfriend.

     “Y/N! You’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much!” Grayson exclaimed, running around the table to hug you. 

     “Yeah, yeah. You’re welcome.” you laugh. “Are you guys gonna need any more help?” 

     “If you wouldn’t mind, I think we need a pretty girl to help sell our product. Maybe you could dance around in that bikini of yours or something to attract all the guys over here.” Grayson winks and pokes your sides. 

   The two of you had always been flirty, teasing each other here and there but it was never anything serious at least from his side. Of course, as every story with a girl and a neighbor boy goes, you had liked him when you both turned 13 (puberty had hit him early) but you were sure he didn’t feel the same way. Why, you may ask? Well he was always talking about other girls, explaining all the things he did with them (although to be honest he was quite vanilla which wasn’t your favorite but it wasn’t a turn off), and was always pointing out how hot a girl was when you were out together. You always just laughed, listening to him like the best friend you were but inside there was a small seed of jealousy that grew and grew as he talked. Sometimes you would even have to step away for a minute, going to the bathroom or something just so you wouldn’t confess your feelings right then and there.  

“Hahaha.” You dryly laughed. “I’m not gonna be your eye candy.” 

 “Y/N, we’re never going to sell any of this lemonade! We need something” Charlie sighs. 

“Fine. I’ll help. But I’m keeping my clothes on.” You glare at Grayson and he holds up his hand in fake innocence before backing away and going inside the house, saying he’ll be right back. 

“Ya know Charlie, your brother can be really annoying sometimes. I don’t know how you live with him.” You laugh, half joking.

“Oh shush, I know you like him. And not just as a friend, you like like him. I may be ten years old but even I can tell.” He says blatantly.  

   Your face goes red as you look at the boy. How did he know? Is it really that obvious? You had tried to keep it as much of a secret as you could, only telling your best friend. 

“I do not.” You say sternly. “He’s my best friend I can’t like him.” 

“Doesn’t mean you don’t.” He says in a sing-song way. 

“Oh shut up Charlie. Don’t say anything to Grayson, okay?” Your entire face has blushed red at this point. 

“Don’t worry I’m not a snitch. Plus, like you said, he’s annoying so I don’t wanna tell him.” Charlie laughs. 

 Just then, Grayson walks back out from the house with paper and markers. 

“What are you two laughing about? Making secret plans without me?” He laughs and ruffles Charlie’s hair.

“Yeah totally Gray, we’re gonna build a bigger better lemonade stand without you.” You smile. 

“I knew it.” He says jokingly. You smile back at him before he starts talking again. “So, I brought markers and paper so we can make posters and hang them around the neighborhood.”

“Sounds good.” You look at Charlie. “Good?” He nods in reply. 

The three of you work on posters until it’s almost dark, then ride around in Grayson’s Bronco and tape them up on random lamp posts and any other place they’ll stick. After, you ride back to his house. 

“Okay, it’s actually dark now. I gotta head home before my parents kill me for leaving them all day.” You laugh. 

“Wait, I’ll walk you. They won’t mind where you were if they know you were with me.” He smiles. 

  He tells Charlie that he’ll be back and begins his walk to your house, which is only down the street by about four houses. On the way there, the two of you talk about random things like how Charlie is so hopeful for enough money to buy this new remote control car that he’s been wanting. The two of you finally reach your door, where he knocks. Your mom answers the door, immediately smiling upon seeing Grayson with you. 

“Aw, hi Grayson sweetie. How’s your mom doing?” Your mom smiles. 

  “She’s great Mrs. Y/L/N. Thank you for asking. I just came by to let you know that Y/N has been helping Charlie and me with the lemonade stand all day.” He gives a sweet smile that displayed the most innocence anyone could have ever seen. 

“Oh, of course honey you don’t need to tell me anything. As long as she was with you I don’t care what you do.” She laughs. 

Grayson elbows you in the side and winks. You walk in through the door that your mom has held open and say goodbye to Grayson. 

  “Well, Y/N, don’t just leave him like that. Why don’t you come in for something to drink Grayson. You look thirsty.” Your mom says more of a statement than a question. 

  “Oh no, it’s okay. I’m gonna head home, I promised Charlie I’d play with him tonight.” Grayson politely declines. “Bye Mrs. Y/L/N and bye Y/N see you tomorrow.” 

Your mom closes the door as Grayson walks away. 

“Well, isn’t he a nice boy. Why can’t you be as nice as he always is?” She asks. 

“What do you mean?” Confusion laces your voice. 

“Oh sweetie I’m just kidding. You and Grayson are both very nice young adults.” She presses a kiss against your forehead. “Now go to bed, it’s late.” 

  You obey her orders and go to your bedroom upstairs, closing the door and gently locking it behind you so that no one would hear the click of the lock. Your bed is perfectly made from this morning before you left to help Grayson and you grab your phone from your pocket, placing it on your nightstand before taking off your clothes to put on pajamas. 

  Suddenly, a tap was at the window and you grabbed your big shirt to press against your bare chest before opening the curtains. It was Grayson, so you opened the window.

“Grayson!? What are you doing here?” Your words exited your mouth in a sort of whisper scream as to not alert your parents. 

  “I was bored. Remember when I’d always do this? What were we? Like ten?” He laughs, crawling into the window that you had just opened. You turned around, the shirt still pressed against your chest. 

“Ewww Y/N. Are you naked?” He jokes around like a child. You turn around and punch him in the arm. He pretends to die, dramatically falling to his knees before laying on the floor.  

“Oh no, I killed him.” You say in a monotone voice. 

“Maybe a kiss will bring him back to life.” Grayson fake coughs. 

“Haha Grayson, very funny. Get up and turn around so I can put my clothes on.” You blush slightly at the idea of a kiss but know that he’s joking. 

  “Okay fine, you’re no fun.” He stands up and turns back towards the window as you put your shirt on. You walk to your bed and sit down, tapping Grayson to let him know you’re done. He sits down next to you and turns his head towards your ear. 

“Hey, guess what?” He whispers. 

“Hm?” The blush returns to your face. 

“I’m pretty sure I saw your boob in the reflection of the window Mrs. No Bra.” He laughs as you punch him in the arm. 

“Grayso-on” You drag out the ‘o’ in his name to show your disdain, hitting his arm over and over again. “You’re such a weirdo.” 

He simply laughs and grabs your hand to stop you before pushing you down, pinning your hands above your head. 

“Can’t hit me now, can ya?” He teases. You try to wriggle free but his grip holds tight. 

“Gray.” You whine, dragging it out. After that he quickly moves off of you, a red hue on his face. 

You sit back up and rub your wrists slightly, clenching your thighs together because the action had, embarrassingly enough, got you slightly turned on. 

“Did I hurt you Y/N? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.” He frantically apologizes, taking your wrists into his hands and rubbing them for you. 

“No Grayson it’s fine. Just, go please.” Your eyes stay focused on the ground as you talk, not wanting to make eye contact in fear of seeing the disappointed look in his eyes. 

“Yeah. Okay, sorry again.” He quietly slips out of the window and into the night, returning back to his own home. 

You laid down in your bed, not bothering to put on any blankets since it was so hot, and thought about the night. He had to be joking about everything right? He didn’t understand what he was doing. Right? 

You sighed.

Life with Grayson Dolan was tough and it wasn’t going to get any easier. 

Unless you told him how you really feel.