#the cringe I feel like I'm a teenager with a crush but whatever

[melivora]

Tell me bout the guy you like

He's from luxembourg and has pretty blue eyes and a nice smile and an accent and I love a good accent. And he's smart. And he is also learning Chinese. And he seems kind and interesting.

I think there's actually a chance that we could be compatible lol.

[the-modern-typewriter]

Just wanted to say thank you so, so much for writing Fate's Favourite. I actually found and loved your blog before I ever found that fanfic, and it was a delight to know it was written by you, and it's so clear how you've improved. But Fate's Favourite will always have a part of my heart, because it's the first story I've read that just has a platonic friendship that feels as equal as a romantic one without being romantic? And as a lonely aroace that means everything. EVERYTHING. (1/2)

(2/2) I had a conversation today that reminded me that I'm never going to have the queerplatonic relationship I want that I've always wanted since I was a child, and how it makes me want to write one so much more, but then I've never managed to write the story I've wanted to write my entire life because I'd always be afraid of being accused of queerbaiting or people just going, 'but it's actually just a gay romance this isn't what friendship looks like' and just. Thank you for Fate's Favourite.

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Wow. FF is a blast from the past!

You are very welcome.

Apologies for the long, self-indulgent reply.

That story was one of the first things I ever properly wrote and my first (maybe second?) truly long-form story ever. I thus have a soft spot for it, even though in terms of craft and technique I can't so much as look at it without seeing all my numerous beginner flaws and cringing and can't bring myself to actually point people to it. Much improvement since then, as you say!

(An excellent reminder that writing is a learned skill.)

Anyway. The other interesting thing about that story is that I wrote it before I'd ever heard of asexuality or realised that was what I was. I was a very confused teenager being bombarded with this pressure to have crushes and date people and all that general societal messaging we have about romance being the most important thing ever. Especially in YA.

So I'd go home after school and write that story.

Obviously it's more unhealthy than what I'd want for myself in my real life, but the sheer intensity of feeling and importance of the platonic main relationship was something I had also never seen before but craved. And still crave, honestly. So I feel ya.

As for queerbaiting...

A lot of readers at the time told me they viewed the story as 'pre-romance'. AKA, it's a romantic relationship and they haven't realised it yet for whatever reason. They mostly didn't mean that badly, I don't think.

(Although I sometimes think though that if the term 'queerbaiting' was as broadly known and misused then as it is now that I would have been mercilessly lambasted out of ever writing again! And I wouldn't have known how to articulate the fact that wasn't, actually, what I was doing. I think we need to be kind to new writers. I think 'content creator' is gutting something vital in the ecosystem. But that's another rabbit hole.)

So I've been there. It happens. But other people's bad takes didn't change the story and what it meant to me as a lonely ace teenager or what it meant to you.

I have had readers before make a similar comment to you about how it was the first time they got to see something so important to their heart portrayed.

That matters so much more than whatever people say about your writing who don't need it.

Which is why we have to keep writing the stories.

Even if it's clumsy and raw. Even if it's the first thing you've ever tried. Even if it's (especially if) it's a messed up fantasy straight from the most primal part of your brain.

If we don't write it, it won't exist.

And that's so much worse.

The nay-sayers can come to the party, but it wasn't thrown in their honour.

[panigamermauser]

Partch 2 announcement is here. Guess I won't be finishing the game atm. I only have the point of no return stuff left. And if they promise to fix Karlach soon, I'd rather wait than see several flavours of miserable outcomes I do not want to experience.

But the thing that really got my piss boiling is this part

One of the reasons why we trimmed the epilogue is because we were afraid the ending cinematics were becoming too long and would detract from the epicness of the experience.

REALLY? Really?! Have they MET a single RPG player in their life?

NO ONE cares for one big 'epic' scene more than the fate of their character or companions.

If it was a linear game with no variations, with one named character with their own personality that is not affected by player in any way - then sure, one big epic ending with no epilogue makes sense.

But the moment you introduce event variations, player-made avatar and companions - no one gives a fuck about one 'epic' scene, no matter how good it is.

Surely, it will resonate with some players. The ones who made the same choices devs wanted to show off. But anyone else will be on spectrum of upset to frustrated to angry.

And if they wanted to end on one big boom of a final setpiece... Make an epilogue as a post-credits section.

It will both give a feeling of conclusion that does not 'detract from experience' (whatever it even means). And then you get a separate gated epilogue a player can experience at their own pace. If someone really does not want more content - they are free to skip that part and stop at credits.

The very notion of one 'epic' scene being better than detailed epilogue - in an RPG - really breaks my mind tho.

It's not a movie or a book or even a _linear_ videogame. Yes. In those cases excessive epilogue can be a detriment. But in this case the story is passively experienced.

The moment you introduce player's active input ... I'm sorry, writers, but this is the moment most people stop giving a fuck about your overall vision and themes and whatsnot.

It is a collaborative storytelling now. And I do not know a single RPG player who cares for world story more than their character(and the moment you allow player input, it IS theirs) or companions they like.

What players want from an ending might be considered 'bad writing' by professional writing standards. But it does not make it any less valid.

You actively invited people who are not professional writers to participate in progression of the story. You WANTED to make a game with player's input (otherwise you'd be doing a linear game with predetermined main character). You should give them the ending they want. Even if it is 'cringe', or 'narratively excessive' or 'detracts from intended experience' or whatever.

The moment you override players choices in favor of the ending _you_ want - you need to be ready for fallout and accept that this is a direct consequence of your own choice. As some people like to say, you cannot have your cake and eat it too. It is usually said about players who want sunshine-and-rainbow ending in an RPG. But it goes both ways, you know?

You - as an RPG writer - also cannot have both purity of your vision and player choices at the same time. Go write linear games instead. No one likes a game master who does not accommodate their players decisions.

Majority of players want an option to save everyone and ride into sunset with love interest of their choice. Even if it is 'cringe' or a 'teenage fanfiction' or 'marysue bs' or whatever other reason so many professional writers consider those endings bad.

There's a REASON people keep writing those. Life is miserable for so many. They do not need their escapism to remind them they will never get a good ending. That their loved ones will die no matter what. They get enough of this shit already in their everyday life. They do not pick up a FANTASY game that promises control over their fictional lives only to be crushed mentally again.

If you want your 'shades of grey' and 'nothing is ever good' or 'no victory comes without a cost' endings - just make a linear game. Do not fuck up other people's escapism by false promise of control over their fate just to pull the rug.

Honestly, Bioware jumped on a grenade for all of you with Mass Effect 3 ending. They went all in on 'no victory comes without a cost' ending with very little player agency in it, and it destroyed 10+ years of a franchise with movie deals incoming overnight. All for one creative director hubris. It should have been a lesson for every single game-with-choices designer. A masterclass on player expectation vs writers vision.

If you give player choices - you must leave your own writing ambitions at the door. Sure, make the ending you want. But also make endings that will satisfy the spectrum from edgelords to unicorn-and-raibow lovers! THAT is what makes games-with-choices good. The feeling your choices both matter and are respected.

And for the love of everything you believe in - if you make a character romanciable and then make them die/leave the player no matter what, do not play surprised pikachu when this is the only thing many players will care about. No matter the narrative themes you want to introduce. No one cares for it more than the fate of their pixel person and their pixel person's love.

Honestly, linear games exist. They can be good. Some of my favorite games ever ARE. Precisely because of curated story experience. And they are the space for writers who want to be in control of the narrative.

But the moment you introduce player choices - the game must respect all kinds of players. Even if you personally would never want a certain type of ending. Otherwise what's the fucking point of having the choices?

P.S. Maybe I'm an aberration, but I never gave a fuck about main plot of the game even once. It's not why I got the game. My reasons to get it were: to play a tiefling bard, and have Astarion, Lae'zel, Karlach and Halsin with me. I fell in love with other companions and NPCs too later on. But initial reasons were those five.

And I am very happy to wait for Patch 2 instead of actually finishing the game. Because I care about Karlach more than the plot. That's it.

Main plot is irrelevant. Just a framing for the things that truly matter. Something to deal with AFTER the things I care about (aka companion stories and favored NPC stories) dealt with. That's why I was so frustrated with Act3 really forcing Orin and Gortash interactions. They were always irrelevant to me.

So the idea devs cared about big brain confrontation scene more than main char and companions is just baffling to me. It's just the tool to make plot happen, nothing else!

[blackbird-brewster]

So i have a crush on my super hot, very gay boss, but that can't and won't happen. Like she has a gf and i have a gf and i'm happy with my gf. At least mostly. And i don't want to ruin any of this or jeopardize my carreer. But like... How do i handle all those emotions when all my ADHD brain wants is to hyperfocus on her? Like i know ppl think this is weird when you're kinda obsessed with a person and i don't want her to think i'm weird... ugh...

Hi anon! I saw this on the go the other day but only just remembered to reply now that I'm on the laptop.

Boy, oh boy, do I understand this feeling!!! I'm so glad you sought me out as your chosen agony uncle on this one.

My simple answer is: it's just gonna be weird for a while, and you just have to wait it out. Which I *know* sucks!!! I've been there multiple times, it HURTS and it sucks because in that situation, you just have to suffer alone until the hyperfocus beast releases you.

I'd never actually thought about this feeling as being hyperfocus until now, so THANK YOU for opening my eyes to something that's SO obvious. (I'm also ADHD + Autistic and this viewpoint just helped me grant myself forgiveness for old crushes!)

I once became hyper-focus obsessed with my manager too, except she was a cishet married woman. When we were drunk once (small place, there were ten of us total, we always hung out) she told me how the same night she met her husband (they were teenage sweethearts) -- she'd slept with her best friend. Drunk teenage party, she hooked up with her best friend. Classic tale.

I, a Known Homosexual, thought 'holy shit -- she's like...actually some flavour of queer?!'. I already had a crush on her, mostly from a 'Hun, your husband is so bland and I could do you so much better.' sort of way. But once I heard she'd slept with her best friend, I was like 'oh god -- this could actually be A Thing!!!!'

I was so utterly obsessed with her, to BEYOND an embarrassing way, thought I was fully in love with her. I analysed every single moment of conversation, searching for subtext, and assigning my own to further my hyperfocus. It was a very wild handful of months. (My partner was still only my bff at the time, and they had to watch all of this unfold while cringing at me -- and yet, they still got together with me after!)

So basically, this went on for AGES. It was literally agony to go to work, bc I was so obsessed with this woman and I was fully convinced she had SOME type of feelings for me. She HAD to, after all these micro-convos and looks and whatever else I assigned meaning to --

She ended up quitting her job, me and another queer co-worker took her out drinking in celebration. That night the three of us got to talking about sexuality, because other co-worker was in her first queer relationship and hadn't previously identified as queer up until then -- and I was like 'Well (manager), you've slept with a woman. You're part of the club!" and she was like "Uhhhh, WHAT?????" and I said "Your best friend! The night you met (husband!)"

Yeah -- she slept with her MALE best friend.

And just like that -- my hyperfocus lifted and I went 'Oh god, I've been so obsessed with this woman and she's just like sooooo str8.'

Different from you when the person in question is actually queer -- but, I guess what I'm saying is -- there will eventually come a time when the hyperfixation lifts just as quickly as it set in and until then, just try and keep your chin up and ride it out.

My ask box is always open if you want to vent about it -- I know how hard this situation is when you don't have anyone to talk to about it. Love you Anon, sorry you're in the thick of it right now. It will get better <3

[lollytea]

Because of being such slow and clumsy typer Hunter would write text drawfts before hand(in notepad so he d copy and paste), speculating how the conversation would go.

Also beside sending flapjack pics he d for sure infodump her about plants (after a while) (she d infodump back + send pics of clover and her plants)

//they both are such lovable dorks pls i need s3 not to make it into any kind of big love story but teenagers crushing/in love pleasee

He initially typed Like That (h.EELlo) because he was rushing himself to get the texts out. He worried that if he took too long, she'd lose interest in the conversation. But eventually he gets more accustomed with the keypad and only makes typos as often as the average teen. And when he's Not talking with Willow, he likes scrolling through their chat log. Makes him smile. However he cringes an awful lot because he used to be really REALLY bad at typing.

Once he's realized that she's not gonna ghost him if he doesn't answer her immediately he's comfortable enough to take some time to draft what he's gonna say. He even weighs the pros and cons of specific terminology. He's like "should I use this word? It's a big word. Shows her I'm smart and I know big words. Or maybe it'll come across as pretentious. Should I use the word pretentious? It's also a big word and it shows I'm smart but--"

But once they get in The Zone (i.e. a common interest in the usage of plants in magic.) he stops worrying about structuring his texts so much cuz he just gets carried away with all the yammering. She's also yammering. He likes that. Makes him feel less annoying. And he likes to read what she has to say. She's really smart.

(I admire people who have standards and actual wishlists for what they want for Hunter and Willow's relationship in season 3 but listen to me. Listen very carefully. I am starved for them to just have a single goddamn interaction. Hunter called Willow by her name in King's Tide and it was barely audible and it sustained me for weeks. I will take whatever the fuck this show chooses to give me. They could go all the fuck out with fireworks. They could never acknowledge Hunter's crush ever again. Just so long as they INTERACTION. I am starving, for the love of God.)

[lee-scribbles-and-doodles]

I decided to give I Am Not Starfire a chance and... frankly I personally didn't like it that much. I don't hate it, but I'm also probably never going to reread it. I'm going to make this semi-review/reaction as fair as I can. Also these are just my opinions, so if you disagree with them just take them with a grain of salt and move on.

So one red flag that DID get obliterated was Mandy's last name being Koriand'r. It's, thankfully, just Anders. Not sure if this was changed mid production due to backlash or if the ad makers just screwed it up, but whatever.

Just 11 pages in (4 of which are the cover and credits) Mandy is already slutshaming her own mother for the way she dresses. /sarcasm/ Great way to get you to like the character. /sarcasm/

Starfire has an absolutely hideously drawn thigh gap in her introduction page.

Just about the only thing the comic does right in depicting teenagers is Mandy and her friend Lincoln, who both seem dedicated to being edgelords, incorrectly labeling themselves anarchists despite being the typical anti-establishment type teen. I knew and do know a lot of teens who act like this. Any other attempts to write teens here are, frankly, cringe worthy.

This Starfire is clearly based on her 2003 counterpart, which seems odd because this book is marketed towards teens, and that show aired and ended in 2006. For context, I'm 24 now, and that show would have ended when I was about 9. I'm just barely a Gen z. Most people who are actually teens right now would primarily associate this Starfire's characterization with the TT Go! spinoff... which I believe has the target audience of 4-7 year olds. It just seems like a weird decision to not go with her comic personality in this context.

The narrative very directly tries to compare the conflict between Star and Mandy as being similar to that of immigrant parents and their children... which I guess is there, but the story itself doesn't do much with that premise. Unfortunate, as I feel more focus on that could have actually made the story interesting.

Mandy is an extremely toxic person, as she's one of those "I'm not like other girls" characters, and that makes her very hard for me to sympathize with.

I've seen defenders go "Of course she's toxic she's a teenager" but like... the narrative clearly wants us to sympathize with her, but her behaviour at certain points makes that extremely difficult. She's mean to literally everyone other than Lincoln, often for no reason whatsoever.

Just about the only thing that I'm able to sympathize with her is some of her classmates harassing her about the Titans, and the fat phobic comments she gets. However, that can only justify her behaviour to a certain extent.

The sad thing is I WANT to like Mandy, as it's rare to get fat lesbians (or fat wlw in general) in media but she's just so... ugh, at points. She's also fairly generic in terms of female YA protagonists. I feel like I've seen her a million times, with the only difference being she's not straight.

Her completely blowing up over a selfie that Claire took is stupid. She doesn't even bother to explain why it upsets her, she just yells at this poor girl and storms off. Claire is then the one to be made to apologize, despite Mandy's blatant over reaction and unwillingness to communicate.

The way the story uses Gen z stereotypes to try to relate to its audience is the kind of thing I found extremely cringy when I was teenager. Judging from some reviews I've read written by actual teens, the feeling seems to be present here for the target audience to at least some extent.

(Think how 90s cartoons and teen sitcoms had an overabundance of skateboarding and rap to try and be "cool with the kids." Yeah, it's like that but with social media and boba tea).

"It's not fun, it's hamlet" is an actually legitimately funny line imo.

Also her bird is cute.

I like Claire's fruit backpack.

Honestly, one of the only genuinly positive things I can say about this is that I like the overall art style.

For some reason Blackfire decides to attempt to kill Kori and Mandy at her school instead of taking them to Tamaran? Petty queen, ig.

Blackfire is extremely underutilized. She spends the majority of the comic spying on Mandy before the big fight.

Mandy, at the very least acknowledges she was a shitty daughter towards the end, and seems to be making attempts to be less so in the epilogue.

Her new superhero costume is lame tbh. It's just typical goth clothes with bracelets and a tiara.

Still kind of annoyed that Claire had to apologize over a selfie and that Mandy's over reaction wasn't really called out.

Other than the selfie thing, Mandy's crush on Claire is cute.

So basically, not nearly as terrible as I was worried it was going to be, but it's otherwise pretty standard YA that doesn't do much new aside from being connected with DC Comics. If you're into that kind of thing, it'll be a pretty standard read but otherwise not super remarkable imo.

Side Note: Raven is pretty in this.

Also, she and Gar snuggling is cute.

ALSO, absolutely obsessed with this image of Gar.

What the dog doing?

[etheraella]

The Lost Letter for Love

(Fred Weasley x Reader)

Summary : 10 years of friendship through letters, and being a hopeless romantic didn’t help you realise your feelings for your best friend, until it might be too late.

Warnings : MUGGLE!AU slow-burn, angst, violence if you squint, best friends-to-lovers, a few cursing you probably won’t realise.

Feet shuffling against the living room carpet, you finally let your body slump on the sofa with a sigh. The sound of wrinkling leather waves through the empty corridor of your shared house. You ignored it, knowing that one of your housemates (who also happen to be your best friends) might come huffing into the room for continuously abusing furniture. With the same occasion happening countless number of times that week, you expected them to grow tired of your mood swings.

You reached for the nearest cushion beside you, digging your fingers onto the sides of the rough object, before stuffing your face into it; rage burning in your chest for a peculiar Weasley. You lift your face from the cushion furiously, running your hands through your hair.

"Is it that hard for that git to take time and write to me?" you cursed under your breath.

You heard a scoff before lifting your head and meeting eyes with your friend, Delilah. She was leaning against the archway of the living room. "Go on, explain yourself." she said, walking to the couch beside you -- leaving a gap, knowing you might blow off any minute if bothered. Before you could reply, she shakes her head. "And don't lie to me, you've been acting like a maniac, plotting a murder for a week now."

"She probably is, It's been 3 weeks since she last received a letter from her long-distance boyfriend. Of course she's gone mad." You needn't turn around, knowing it was your other roommate, Sara.

"Fred." you say gripping the sweat-stained pillow and throwing it at her. "Is my best friend," pausing before adding "Nothing more," then leaning against the couch.

You bit your lip in frustration, pulling off a few loose threads from the hem of your sleeves in anger, "Be patient, Y/N," Delilah says, patting your back. "He might be busy with his shop or dealing with.. well, whatever he might be doing," You rolled your eyes, seeing the now sitting Sara looking at you, sympathetically.

"Well, he can do whatever the hell he wants for all I care. No actually--I don't care, they're just letters." You stood up and stormed up to your room. Shutting the door with a click, you hear muffled voices of your two friends, one of them saying "Wasn't she enraged three minutes ago".

You feel your head spinning before pulling out a specific letter from a wooden box and leaning against the desk. The words that were inked on the paper still enliven the butterflies in your stomach, even after you've memorised them. It was the last letter you received from him before his gifts came to an abrupt stop. You felt like a 16 year old teenager feeling giddy over a crush. Your eyes widen -- reminding yourself "NO Y/N, he's just a friend!" Suddenly remembering you weren't supposed to be 'caring', you cringed to yourself before shoving the letter back in the box weighing a heavy heart.

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You let your body fall against the soft mattress with a squeal, staring up the ceiling whilst clutching the new envelope up to your chest. Without realising the rapid rate of your heartbeat, you impatiently tore open the envelope and unfolded its content.

Dearest Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you in the best of spirits.

I deeply apologise for this delayed reply as I have been quite busy with the joke shop here. Formalities aside, I'm going to be making a few business arrangements in your town. George thought I should go instead of him, and I definitely agree with him. I can't wait to see you, and expect me to ring your house phone tomorrow to discuss. Sadly, I'd have to make this letter short, pumpkin.

P.S bring along that beautiful smile of yours when we meet.

Yours lovingly,

Fred G. Weasley

A smile forms across your face as you read his words, your heart doing summersaults. Before you could trace his signature, you hear a knock on your bedroom door. Sighing, you opened the door, seeing an eyebrow raised Delilah and Sara. Seeing your friends just makes you want to squeeze them in a hug of joy. The smile on your lips didn't falter as you tried forming words "I-"

"We know, Y/N." Delilah interrupted. "We guessed the moment you turned all giddy when coming home. You even fell from the entrance stairs! What'd he say?" Sara asked, smirking. You stared at them, the red mark on your ankle feeling suddenly obvious.

"He said he's going to be dealing with a few business things here. I think he's coming in a few days." You say, your smile growing wider as the words escape your lips. Fred and you have met before. Only, it was twice or trice a year from a long-distance decade of friendship.

Your friendship with Fred was a rather complicated story that even to you, seems a little cliche of how it started with a single complication.

A letter,

The letter had somehow mistakenly ended up to your address, knowing that a 'Hermione Granger' doesn't exist in your household. Being the hopeless romantic you are, you thought it was some kind of love letter so you tore open the letter and read it. In the midst of the paragraph, you feel a pang of guilt as the letter has only to do with family matters. You cursed yourself, and felt sorry for the sender and immediately returned the letter to the signed name 'Fred Weasley' with an attached paper for explanation.

A few days after, you received a letter a letter from him, this time with your name as the addressee. Fred apolagised and offered his gratitude for returning his letter, as it was his mistake for writing the wrong address after all.. And that ladies and gents, was the story on how your friendship was formed.

Although the two of you had exchanged numbers on paper, you fancied the idea of continuing to use the old method with letters, as it was a reminder of how the two of you had gotten to know each other. Fred had always been open about his family and business to you. The both of you admitted that you weren't romantically involved with anyone, but decided to leave that topic 2 years ago. Surely, if he was in a relationship, he'd let you know anyway.

The more often you and Fred exchanged letters, the more you felt a tinge of excitement as he expresses his life and thoughts to you, hoping he'd feel the same. Sometimes, you'd spend endless nights rereading a few old letters of his which you cherished in a wooden box, paragraphs memorised.

Fred took you to meet his family on the third year of your friendship, even Hermione who was Fred's future sister-in-law back then was there. Molly Weasley had sent you presents for Christmas since then, which contained her self-made sweaters. You wondered how much Fred mentioned you to the Weasleys.

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Later that week, Fred gave you a call, arranging your meeting for an evening. As soon as you saw the red-head arrive on your front door, you smiled and embraced him in a friendly hug. Fred, who was towering over you, looked the same as he always did; charming, with freckles painted on the bridge of his nose, enough to sway any girl’s feet.

"How's my pumpkin doing?" he grins, with a raised brow. You feel your face heating from the sound of his low-pitched voice calling the nickname he gave you 4 years ago. "I'm doing fine, Freddie." you said, returning his grin. The two of you immediately caught yourselves in a conversation on the journey. Clueless as to where Fred was taking you.

"Are you trying to kidnap me?" you scoffed jokingly, after the fourth time you had asked Fred for the destination while he was continuously refusing. "Pumpkin, I would have ordered someone to bring you to my hotel if I was." he winked, glancing sideways at you, making your cheeks blow bright pink in the shadow of the night. "But then again, I won't be kidnapping if I don't do it myself".

Finally, the two of you arrived at a coffee shop, "Is this the 'surprise', Freddie?" you asked him, getting out of the car.

"Not exactly." he smiles. The smell of baked muffins hit your nostrils as you enter the shop. Fred led you to a seat while you silently followed him, he stopped at a corner table next to a huge window, a girl with long black hair was already occupied.

"Y/N, I'd like to introduce you to Grace, my girlfriend." Fred turns to you with a prideful grin plastered across his face. "Darling, this is my best friend, Y/N." You felt your heart stop. Following his gaze, your eyes landed on the girl appearing to be his girlfriend, smile up at you, showing her pearly white teeth. Quickly pushing your overfilled thoughts away, you shook her hand, the room suddenly became insufferable. You forced a smile as you hesitantly took the seat opposite to them.

"Since, you're my best friend and all, I thought the two of you should meet." Even though he sounded as if it was meant for you, he didn't spare you a single glance. "Yes, Y/N. Seeing how much you meant to him and all." Grace smiled slightly, "I mean.. as friends." Grace added pressing the word 'friends'. You could’ve sworn you saw a sly look in her icy blue eyes, but shook it off, trying your best to act natural, smiling back at her sweetly.

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Every time you glanced at Fred, you felt a stinging pain in your chest; maybe you were just feeling protective over him? But does that include wanting to have him all for yourself, as selfish as it is? It felt wrong with the idea of loving your best friend, but it felt right loving him.

Regretfully, you felt like an idiot for not recognizing your feelings sooner and denying them. The missed opportunities you could have experienced if you had just revealed your true feelings to him whether it was on paper, on phone or even in person. Were you just scared of ruining your friendship?

Sara and Delilah noticed your change in behaviour when Fred’s name pops up in random conversations, until one night you burst into tears and poured your bottled-up feelings onto them. It didn't help matters when you and Fred met, the blue-eyed minkle always tagged along. When Fred wasn't around, she bared her venom-like teeth. "I've seen the way you look at Fred, I'm not stupid."

And from there onwards…

"You're too immature for Freddie."

…you started knowing her more than Fred ever will.

"The two of you have been friends for what? A decade? He's known me a year, guess we all know who he sees as his lover and who as a friend."

That last statement hurt enough for you to have to restrain yourself from slapping the smirk off her face as she said it. You tried your best to act normally in front of Fred, but you knew seeing them together was a pain too unbearable for you to handle, so you declined his hangout calls and started seeing him less and less.

The last thing you wanted was to destroy their relationship by breaking down in front of the person you cared for, and revealing Grace's true colours. Knowing Fred, he'd side with you and break up with Grace, but seeing them together made you realise how happy they were. Fred deserved the happiness Grace brought him. And you’re well aware that the feelings he shared with her were much more in depth than the ones he shared with you, because when he looks at her, his face says it all

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A/N : Hi ! This is Luna, SO the ending wasn’t what I had in mind but overall, this story gives me victorian era vibes idk why lmao. OMG all my love goes to Celeste for helping me edit this, please reblog and comment if you like this fic :) We haven’t been active lately due to studying and all, but now we’re back with more fics. + taglist form up soon 🤝

[imaginationofacrazyfangirl]

{Metanoia}

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader, Older brother! Jimin x Reader, Hoseok x reader

*8k- ongoing

Genre: Enemies to lovers, childhood friends, major misunderstandings

Warnings: Thigh riding, Fingering, Oral (male receiving) 

Summary: The first time you meet Jungkook, he pushes you off the slide. Second time he calls you ugly. After that things continue spiraling downwards: he cuts your dolls’ heads off, tells everyone you’re a freak at school, spreads malicious rumors; Jungkook’s sole purpose in life is tormenting you. So why five years later is he insisting you two belong together?

Based on a prompt request  by @bangtaened-army​ turned fic. Sorry bangtaened-army for the wait, and the fact that I still haven’t touched the original requested prompt..

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  "I can't believe you would do this to me, Jiminie. After everything I have ever done for you. " you hiss into the phone. Your low voice does little not to garner the nosy looks of other people awaiting their luggage. Despite it being two am at an airport people never tired of drama, and you plotting the murder of your older brother could feed a whole TV show. See Jimin was supposed to pick you at the baggage claim. Keywords supposed to. However, instead of being greeted by your annoying yet lovable sibling you were greeted by someone just plain annoying. 

    "You're being dramatic, (Y/N). I sent Jungkook to pick you up, not Ted Bundy." Jimin replies dryly. Even through the phone you can tell he is rolling his eyes at you. He never understood your hatred towards Jungkook. To him, the dark haired boy is a sweet innocent boy who could do no wrong but you know better. The devil lives inside Jungkook. 

   "I would've preferred the serial killer. At least he'd be less of an ass-" Jungkook grabs the phone from your hand purposely shifting away so you can't take it back. Not that it makes much difference. Even if he was facing you, you would have to jump to reach him.  "Hey man, it's me. Yeah, I know she's a pain but I'll bring her home. No don't worry about it I'm used to it by now. "

    You roll your eyes at this. "Used to it by now," once again everyone sees you as the problem, not Jungkook. Forget the fact he tortured you all throughout childhood. Or that he's the reason everyone bullied you throughout high school.  "Here, you going to behave now or throw another tantrum?" Jungkook asks, hanging back your phone. 

    Immediately you snatch it from his hands clutching it close to your chest. "Never take my phone out of my hand again. You hear me, Jeon?!"

   "Then stop acting like a child and we won't have a problem." Jungkook snarks, arms folded over his chest as he looked down upon you as a parent would. 

    "Fuck you, Jeon! I'll find my own way home." You snap spinning around on your heels. 

     However before you can even take a step, caveman Jungkook throws you over his shoulders. He smacks your ass undoubtedly grinning as he does so. "Alright princess, enough playing. I promised your family to drive you home safely and I'm going to do just that. "

     "You heathen! Let me down!" You pound against his back to no avail. He merely hits your butt again continuing to walk through the airport without a care. Seriously where did airport security go? Aren't they supposed to be on alert for kidnappers or something?

    Apparently not because Jungkook strolls straight past a guard twiddling his thumbs. "Seriously?! Way to keep Korea safe man. I'm being kidnapped before your eyes here, dumbass."

    The guard shoots Jungkook and you a questioning look, clearly unamused by you calling him ‘dumbass.’ Jungkook lets out a nervous laugh, bowing apologetically towards the guard. His grip on you not slipping for even a second. "Sorry she's drunk. Please ignore her." 

    The guard nods. "Best get her out of here or  I'll have to detain her for drunken disorder."

     "Will do. Thanks." 

    "I am not drunk-" you start only Jungkook to hit you yet again hard. You yelp face turning red as the guard laughs. "I swear to God I will murder you. "

    "Do you want security to detain you? Because I'm pretty sure you'll be flagged as a flight hazard and stuck in Korea forever. " 

  Just the mere thought sends shivers down your spine. "No, thank you. "

"Didn't think so. " Jungkook replies. He carries you all the way to his car parked in the visitors' center. Not even letting you go as he climbed the three flights of stairs to get there. Undoubtedly he guessed-and correctly so- you'd run the second he let his guard down. Even when he sets you down to open his car door one hand remains firmly wrapped around your wrist.

     You sigh loudly. "Isn't this a little overkill? We're at your car now."

  "Sit." He merely says, pointing at the seat.

Tossing him a glare you do as told. Despite your previous bravado you know full well Jungkook is right, he is your only way home. Taxis are too expensive, and the rideshare apps went nowhere near your home. As much as you don’t want to admit it, Jungkook’s won this round. Still that doesn’t warrant the victorious grin on Jungkook’s face or the added salt of him reaching over to buckle your belt. "Overkill. Utter overkill. "

   "Got to keep the princess safe don't I?" he says sweetly.

    You cringe. "Enough with the princess stuff. You know I hate that. "

“You didn’t hate it when you were riding my dick last time you came home.” Jungkook mentions, sliding into the driver’s seat beside you. Heat rises to your cheeks at the memory of your last visit: Jungkook’s large hands gripping your waist as you fucked him in the backseat of his car.  His hot breath against your ear whispering dirty things that would make a porn star blush. That feeling of your toes curling as he hits the right spot-

    You shake the memory away. Fucking Jungkook was a mistake. It should’ve never happened. “That was a one time thing, Jeon. I was vulnerable last time. I just got out of a three year relationship-”

   “And you just happened to fall on my dick several times.” Jungkook snorts. His tone stays calm but you can see how his knuckles whitened gripping the steering wheel. “Look you can make all the excuses you want, but it doesn’t change what happened between us. We had sex. Good sex if I might add.”

   “Great sex.” You admit. “But that’s all.”

     As great as Jungkook and you were together, you couldn’t let yourself fall into his trap again. The dark haired boy bullied you for years. He made you cry countless times. Great sex didn’t change anything. Not when you know Jungkook would hurt you in the end.  Neither of you speak as Jungkook pulls out of the parking lot. Whatever conversation you have ends like it always does in harsh words. So for the next hour and a half you stare out the window contemplating your life until your eyes close shut.

   It’s not until a door slams that you open them again. Half awake you can barely make out the familiar street lights of your neighborhood hanging above, or the equally memorable 

houses of it surrounding you. Your car door opens to reveal a haggard Jungkook. He leans over unbuckling you without a word. His soft lush hair tickles your skin as he struggles to get you free.  You reach out to comb your fingers through it. 

   “Are we here?” you mumble, entranced by the silky feel of his hair. “Do we need to get out?”

      Jungkook nods. “Yeah, we’re here. Go back to sleep princess. I got it.”

     You yawn barely comprehending as an arm slides underneath your knees. “Okay, but only if you’re sure.”

     Closing your eyes again you miss Jungkook’s soft whisper of, ‘I’m sure.’

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Sunlight hits your face chasing away your dreamless sleep. Your eyes open slowly, greeted by the harshness of lavender colored walls filled with high school photos and cringey boy band posters from way back in the day. Nothing about your bedroom has changed moving out all those years ago.  Everything stayed exactly the same from when you were a teenager. Dreadfully so unfortunately. 

    Groaning you stretch trying to remember how you got into bed. Last thing you remember is asking Jungkook if you were home as he unclipped your seatbelt, so you had to have gotten up.  You must’ve been so tired nothing really processed. A thirteen hour flight would do that to you after all.  “Look what the cat dragged in. I see you survived the car ride with Jungkook alright.” Jimin grins, standing in the doorway of your room. 

   You toss a pillow at him only to miss. “Barely. Seriously what were you thinking having him pick me up? You know how I feel about him.”

     Jimin rolls his eyes. “I was thinking I have work the next day, and that Jungkook is the only guy I trust to pick up my little sister. Because not only would he keep her safe, but he’s the type of guy to carry her inside when she’s passed out.”

    Your mouth dried. “What?”

“I said Jungkook carried your ungrateful ass inside.” 

    Suddenly the memory of Jungkook carrying you in comes to mind. His strong arms wrapped around you as your fingers buried themselves into his shirt. You were only half awake, but you remember everything from the way his cologne smelt to the soft beat of his heart lulling you back to sleep. ‘Sweet dreams princess.’

    “No way. He hates me-besides I’m wearing pajamas!” You protest.

Jimin sighs. “Yeah. That I may have punched him for doing, but (Y/N), Kook doesn’t hate you. Trust me, that boy couldn’t hate you if he tried.”

    “I don’t believe you.” How could you? The first day you ever met Jungkook he kicked you off the slide causing you to scrape your knees. Second time you two met he called you ugly before running off to play with Jimin. After that things got worse, from destroying your barbies, putting kick me signs on you, spreading rumors about you in high school, to telling your crush you were a slut. If those weren’t the actions of a boy who hates you, then you don’t know what is.

    Jimin murmurs something about  ‘misunderstandings’ under his breath, but doesn’t clarify. Instead he simply says. “Look, think what you want, but Jungkook spent the night yesterday since he was too tired to drive home. So be nice okay?”

   “Whatever.” you reply, not mentioning the fact he lives down the road. Just this once you’d behave. After all, he did carry you home.

   Jimin smiles, tossing the pillow back. Naturally it hits you right square in the face.  "Good girl. Now get dressed. The last thing I need to see is my best friend eyeing up my little sister. "

  You let out a silent curse, but do as told. Honestly it really didn't matter. When you lived at home you walked around in yoga pants while braless all the time, Jungkook be damned. This was your house and you refused to give up comfort because your brother's friend came over. It drove Jimin insane. To the point he'd throw random items until you either changed or returned to your room. However that was ages ago before Jungkook ever saw you naked or bent you over the counter of his kitchen.

   “Stop it.” You slap yourself. “Thinking about it will do you no good.”

    Unfortunately the pep talk does little to stop the wanting ache between your legs. Jungkook is the last person you slept with since breaking up with your ex. After you returned to America the last time you simply threw yourself into work, barely sparing a glance at the opposite gender. “Fuck. You need to get laid, (Y/N). Preferably not by Jeon this time.” you whispers.

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   Breakfast is an interesting affair. Like always your parents and brother treat Jungkook as if he's part of the family, your mother piles food onto his plate while your father and Jimin discuss the latest sports and news trends with him. Occasionally one of your parents will praise Jungkook on something he did, mentioning how proud they are of him to which Jungkook eats up like a starving man at a feast. 

     Meanwhile you play around with your rice ignoring the sour feeling of getting ignored by your own family. After all, it's not like you lived out of the country and only came home once in a blue moon. So what did it matter if your childhood enemy ate up all your attention? "Thank you again, Jungkook, for bringing (Y/N) home. I know how much of a pain she can be to you. " your mother says. 

   Jungkook grins, the sun practically illuminating him from behind as he tactfully shrugs off the gratitude with a, 'It's no problem, Mom.' His butter wouldn't melt in my mouth routine sickens you to the point you want to vomit. 

     "I would've been perfectly fine finding my own ride home. " You mumble indignantly. 

   The comment earns you a sharp whack on the head by your mother's slipper. "The words are, 'thank you, Jungkook. ' I swear I don't know how I raised such an ungrateful daughter. "

     You roll your eyes, swallowing the comment about her shitty parenting skills. "I mean how are you ever going to find a husband with that bad attitude of yours?" She laments, projecting into her usual rant of marriage and grandchildren. 

    Like always you ignore it taking the few blows to the head she gave whenever ranting about your marital future. Besides you, Jimin snickers enjoying your torment, having been born a boy he's safe from your mother's wrath since 'no girl is good enough for my precious Jimmie.' Thankfully your father has an ounce of sympathy left for you. "She's doing fine, hunny. (Y/N) has a good home and a steady job-"

    "You're too soft on her! That's why she's like this. " your mother dismisses. "I mean what man would fall for a woman with such an ugly personality?"

   Your heart gives a painful squeeze at her words, while such speech is common with your mother that doesn't make it hurt any less.  "Actually I know someone who'd be interested in going out with (Y/N)." Jungkook pipes up, a big grin stretching across his face. 

   You shoot him a warning glare to which he shrugs off. A surprise gasp- that is way too exaggerated in your opinion- escapes your mom, she looks at Jungkook as if he hung the moon. "Oh Jungkook, that would be wonderful. But we ask you to risk your friendship like that."

    "I promise you're not. This guy has loved- liked (Y/N) for a long time. He knows what she's like. " Jungkook waves off. 

   "Really? Who?" your dad asks, causing you to frown. Why does everyone think you are so unlovable? Seriously you are starting to get insulted, although you also question Jungkook and his 'friend. '

  Jimin snorts, giving Jungkook a weird look. "Yes Jungkook, who is this mysterious guy madly in love with my sister?"

   The tips of Jungkook's ears turn red and he ducks his head sheepishly, probably not expecting Jimin to call him out on his bluff.  "What does it matter? A man is interested in our (Y/N)! All my prayers are answered!" Your mom cries, saving Jungkook from whatever bullshit he is about to spout. "Oh Jungkook, you're so wonderful. Any mother would be lucky to have you."

    "Hey!" Jimin protests, earning a string of reassurances and praises from your mother. For a man who prided himself on his cool nature,  Jimin was a mama's boy.

   "I'm going to get started on the dishes. " you sigh, collecting the empty plates. As much as you love your family there's only so much one can take of them, hence moving to America. 

  "I'll help." Jungkook says, quickly gathering the dishes from your hand. Without another word he disappears into the kitchen like a little boy eager to impress his mom or in this case your mom; it  adds to your rising irritation. You don't know what his game is, but if Jungkook thinks he can pull a fast one on you, he'll be sorely surprised.

    You enter the kitchen to find Jungkook already washing the dishes, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up displaying his smooth muscular arms. Your eyes roam over them taking in the tattoos littered on his tan skin; he had gotten more since you last saw him, practically a full sleeve now. They look good on him not that you would ever admit it. "Hey, I wash, you dry?" Jungkook offers, throwing a towel your way. 

    You frown. "I got it. Go back to the table."

    Jungkook scoffs. "Seriously? You would rather do dishes- which you hate doing- then spend five minutes with me?"

   "Oh don't try to guilt trip me,  Jeon. That whole 'I know someone who likes (Y/N),' what utter bullshit. " you snap. "Tell me, were you going to laugh when I arrived at some restaurant only and no one comes?"

    Jungkook rolls his eyes. “You really need to see someone about this paranoia issue of yours, because this is beginning to get ridiculous.”

    “Excuse me? Paranoid? You bullied me all my life-"

  "I pushed down the slide when we were four. Get over it."

   "You cut off my barbies' head! Repeatedly called me ugly. Spread rumors about me in high school, and to top the cherry off you told Hoseok,  I was a slut. So no I won't get over it." You stomp your foot. 

   Jungkook clenches his jaw, the cup in his hand practically cracking under his grip. He says nothing, dropping the cup and sponge into the sink, before storming out like a madman.From the living room your parents call out Jungkook's name only for him to ignore them. The front door slams shut shaking the house so hard that the dishes tremble in their drying rack.

 "What happened to being nice to Jungkook?" Jimin's voice surprises you from behind. Disappointment is written all over his face, and the way his body positions itself (arms crossed, legs parted) tells you, you're in for a lecture. 

   You turn away not in the mood to be parented by someone two years your senior. Especially not when he allots Jungkook to bully you without a single reprimand. "He started it. Telling mom he'd set me up with some imaginary guy only to laugh when I get 'stood up."

     Jimin groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.  "You two are killing me. Look I can't spell it out for you, that is Jungkook's business, so I am just going to say this...I destroyed your barbies not Jungkook. "

   You froze. "What?"

 "I cut off Minnie's, Hana's and Lany's heads. You pissed me off by eating my snack. I wanted revenge." Jimin shrugged. 

   "B-but I caught Jungkook red handed! I saw him with Minnie's head!" 

   A sheepish look grew on his face. He tucks a piece of hair behind his ear, a habit he did whenever nervous. "Yeah, he was trying to fix her. "

   The dish in your hands drops shattering against the kitchen floor. Your mouth opens but no words come out; funny seeing how thousands of thoughts run through your head. "You asshole!" 

     Jimin winces. "Sorry. It was a dick move- but my point is you thought Jungkook did it and he didn't. So isn't it possible you are wrong about everything else?”

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       You spend the next few days wandering around town bored. While you feel grateful to be home and see everyone you love, the list of things to do in your town is actually quite small compared to home ( perks of living in a small town). Outside of grocery shopping with your mom, reading on the veranda with your father, and bugging Jimin whenever possible, there’s not much to do. Things are especially boring since Jungkook disappeared after that morning. The bunny looking boy normally makes it his personal mission to bother you as much as possible. Disregarding the few hours he has to work, Jungkook always was there first thing in the morning to laugh at your ridiculous bed head. Yet for the last few days he’s been nowhere in sight.  When asked about it Jimin merely shrugged saying he was busy, before smirking and stating unnecessarily, “If you miss him that much, why don’t you call him yourself?” 

       It isn’t that you miss Jungkook, despite what Jimin said about your Barbie dolls, you still believe deep down he hates you. After all just because you were wrong about one thing didn’t mean you were wrong about everything else.  No, you asked Jimin, because it’s unusual given that the boy practically lived at your home. It’s not like you actually miss his stupid face over something. Perhaps if you had more friends this boredom wouldn’t be an issue. Sadly you weren’t much of a social butterfly back in high school; unlike Jimin who was part of the “popular” crowd, you were an outcast. As much as you tried, the only people who would hangout with you were Jimin’s friends.

     At first you thought it was something you did, but later you found out Jungkook told everyone you were a ‘freak of nature,’ and it was only because he and the others felt bad that they hung around you. Hearing what he said devastated you. It was the first time you realized how much Jungkook hated you. Moreover his words stopped you from ever really trusting anyone who wanted to be friends.

 “Isn’t it possible you are wrong about everything else?”  

Pushing the thought back you try to ignore the nagging feeling growing inside birthed by your brother’s words.  You fucking doubt it. How could something like that be so easily explained away? “I think this is your fifth lap around town.” a familiar voice calls out, snapping you back to reality. “People are beginning to think you’re a weirdo.”

       You don’t even have to look up to tell who it is. On this planet only one person owns a voice so annoying it instantaneously grates on your nerves. “Get lost, Jeon. I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

He snorts, continuing to follow you in his car. “You know it’s supposed to storm today right? You should head home before it pours.”

“Like I said: No One Asked You, Jeon.” you reply, promptly turning on your heels to head in the opposite direction.  He’s the last person you want to see given your current thoughts. Whatever longing you might’ve previously had for him disappeared the moment you remembered why Jungkook was your enemy. Thankfully he doesn’t follow most likely finding something more interesting to waste his time on.

You continue walking onwards too infuriated by the past to notice the dark clouds starting to form above. It’s not until something wet hits your skin that you take notice of the sudden drop in temperature and gathering winds. “Fuck.” you hiss feeling another raindrop.

Of course Jungkook would be right. The universe just fucking loved him like everyone else did. You get stuck with the short end though: running in the rain searching for shelter, only for you to naturally find yourself in the part of town  empty of all businesses. “Perhaps I can stand under a tree until it calms down.” 

 Lightning flashes across the sky followed by a loud BOOM of thunder making you jump. A small sob escapes your lips as you subconsciously curl yourself into a ball. Thunder always scares you no matter how old you get. “I’m not here. I’m not here.” you whisper, rocking on balls of your feet.

 However the deafening sounds of thunder destroys any hopes of pretending to be elsewhere. So you curl tighter into a ball praying for it all to stop. Overwhelmed with fear you don’t process the feel of someone’s jacket draping over you or the angry voice of Jungkook saying, “I told you to go home.”

It’s not until he yet again scoops you into his arms that you snap from your trance. You watch shocked as he carries you to the car. Through the rain and lightning he looks nothing like the boy you remember. Instead...he looks like a man you could very well fall in love with. 

  “Jung...Jungkook” You mumble, gripping his shirt as he sets you down into the passenger seat. He looks up at you in a mixture of curiosity and surprise. Neither of you can remember the last time you called him by his first name. It’s always been Jeon never Jungkook. “Thank you....”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jungkook replies, shutting the car door. He walks over to the driver’s side sliding easily into it.

 Now clear from the rain you can make out how drench he really is: hair soaked, clothes sticking to his skin, it makes you all too aware of the jacket covering you. Reluctantly you shrug it from your shoulders missing the comforting weight of it almost immediately. “Here. This is yours. You should wear it.”

Jungkook glares. “Keep it.

“No. It’s yours. You must be freezing without it-” 

   “I said keep it! God damn it, (Y/N). Why can’t you listen for once?” he snaps, hitting the steering wheel. You recoil taken back by his outburst. Never have you seen Jungkook so angry. At most Jungkook stormed off or glared whenever mad at you, never did he raise his voice at you. "I told you to go home. I told you it was going to storm but you didn’t listen."

    "I'm sorry…" 

     "You don't get it. You could've gotten sick if I didn't find you in time. Or worse you could have gotten hurt…"

   "Oh."  You reply, unsure what to say. Worrying about you wasn't something you expected from Jungkook, but it strikes a painful chord within you. Your heart should be warmed by the thought instead a painful sinking feeling fills it. Suddenly you want nothing more than to burst into tears. “You were worried?”

   Jungkook lets out a long tired sigh. "Of course I was worried. You’ve been terrified of thunder storms since we were five, why wouldn’t I worry about you being out in one?”

       ‘Trust me, that boy couldn’t hate you if he tried.’ Jimin’s words ring in your ears. ‘My point is you thought Jungkook did it and he didn't. So isn't it possible you are wrong about everything else?’

   Could Jimin be right? Is everything you thought  one big misunderstanding? You were so sure of Jungkook’s guilt previously, but now...you couldn’t picture him as the sinister bully you’ve known all your life.  “I’m sorry. I should’ve listened and turned around.” you admit, “I’m so used to chalkin everything you say off as meaningless teasing, I didn’t consider you actually meant well.”

    “You never do.” Jungkook huffs. For a second you swear you can see pain fill his dark bambi eyes as he looks at you. It is an expression you’ve never seen on his face before, a look of hurt and dejection. Again your heart twists painfully in your chest. “You always assume I’m out to get you, when really I’m just trying to be nice. I mean sure I tease and joke around with you, but (Y/N), I would never purposefully hurt you. I know you don’t believe me-”

   “Okay. I believe you.” 

Jungkook’s foot slips hitting the break. The car lurches forward causing you both to nearly hit your heads on the dashboard. His head snaps in your direction so fast it practically gives you whiplash. “What? What did you say?”

 Around you, cars honk aggravated by the standstill in the middle of traffic; you don’t care though. All you care about right now is the look of disbelief, shock, and hope marring Jungkook’s beautiful face. In that moment you realize how little you care about the truth. It’s unexplainable the sudden urge to move on from your prior hate, but you want to...you want to believe Jungkook is a good guy. “I believe you, Jungkook.” you swallow hard. “And I’m sorry for being such a bitch to you. So please forgive me.”

   You don’t know what you expected Jungkook’s reaction to be, however it certainly wasn’t this. “I’ll think about it.”

  If not for the sudden smirk pulling at his lips, you would’ve felt horrible. Instead you feel infuriated. “You asshole. I take it back. I’m not sorry. You hear me?! Not sorry!”

  Jungkook merely laughs, shaking his head. “No backsies remember, (Y/N)? You can’t take it back.”

  You glower remembering the childish rule Jimin, Jungkook and you made up in elementary school. It was to keep each other from ducking out of any dares or promises made, and apparently apologies now. “I hate you.”

         Jungkook laughs harder. “I’m sure you do. Let’s go home, huh? I’ll make you hot chocolate if you behave.”

“I always behave.” You mutter, rolling your eyes. A second passes. “There better be whipped cream and marshmallows with that.”

     “Anything you want princess. Anything you want.” 

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You wonder if it’s creepy to find Jungkook so attractive while wearing your brother’s clothings. On Jimin, this grey sweatpants and hoodie combo makes him look like a homeless man, but on Jungkook, it has your mouth practically watering. The normally baggy material conforms perfectly to his body hiding nothing to the imagination. You see every curve, groove, muscle and bone (especially a certain large one in the middle of his sweats) in this boy’s body, and then to make things even worse you catch a sliver of tan skin anytime Jungkook raises his arms. Beautiful tan skin whose tantalizing taste and feel plagues your mind. 

    Suddenly you regret not putting up a fight about Jungkook coming over. Sure he was soaking wet from giving you his jacket, however Jungkook also lived down the street from you-he didn’t have to change into Jimin’s clothes. “Do you know if the dryer’s free?” Jungkook asks, lifting up said bundle of drenched clothes.

    “Ummm, yeah I believe so. You want me to put them up for you?” you offer, trying not to stare. Although things are technically supposed to be cool between you guys now, they’re not. Years of mistrust and hatred don’t simply vanish after an apology or sudden decision to forgive, instead the emotions built between you two need to be sorted through and really only time could do that. Which is why you try super hard not to let lust takeover and destroy the fragile truce recently made.

  Jungkook shakes his head. “Thanks, but I can manage."

You nod not knowing what else to say. Again his lips twist in that disgusting smirk you so despise, this time paired with a wink. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon enough for your ogling pleasure.”

 Quickly you look away, “Who’s ogling who, Jeon? Cause it’s certainly not me.”

   “Oh really?” Jungkook says, cocking an eyebrow. He steps forward caging you against the wall. Something dangerous gleams within those large eyes of his as Jungkook stares down at you with a ravenous look.  Shivers run down your spine sending a delicious shock through your body. “That’s too bad, because I was definitely ogling you, princess. Seeing you wear this oversized shirt gives me sooo many ideas.”

    You swallow hard, licking your suddenly dry lips. “Stop joking around. You and I know there’s nothing sexy about this shirt.”

    “I disagree. Believe it or not, I find girls sexiest when they’re comfortable with themselves. All that lace and lingerie is nice, but nothing is hotter than a girl wearing my shirt and nothing else.” Jungkook admits. “It brings out the territorial side in me.”

  Your brows crease. “That makes sense I guess, but this isn’t your shirt. It’s Jimin’s-”

     “Mine. I left it here one night after sleeping over Junior year. “ he explains. “You stole it from Jimin’s drawer thinking it was his.”

    “Oh….sorry. I’ll give it back.” Despair fills you at the thought. This is your favorite shirt regardless of it being a plain white t-shirt, it always makes you feel safe and comfy when wearing it as odd as it sounds. However you can’t afford to disrupt the newfound civialty between Jungkook and you.

      Jungkook snorts. “Keep it. Not like it will fit me anymore. Besides like I said, nothing turns me on more than a woman in my shirt. Why do you think I never asked for it back, princess?”

 He reaches out to toy with the hem of the shirt, his fingers drawing soft circles against your hip bone.   "Although I think I'd prefer you without it on, or rather anything on at all."

    "Jungkook…" you barely managed to get out as he lifts the material upwards. Cold air hits instantly pebbling your nipples despite the rush of warmth growing below. Instinctively you move to cover yourself only for Jungkook to grab your wrist. 

  "Please (Y/N). I've been dying to touch you since day one of your return." He begs, bringing your hand down. 

     "Okay." You whisper. 

"Okay. " he smiles, pressing his lips to yours. Those large hands clutch your shoulders as he presses further against you. All those curves and muscles you admired previously push up against your bare skin. Through the sweatpants you can feel how hard he is.

     A gasp escapes you as Jungkook's hands move towards your breasts caressing the underbelly of them. His fingers circle the outer edges of your nipples tracing them,  before finally moving to touch them.  He treats you like glass, a vast difference from your previous encounters and it's starting to annoy you . "I'm not made of glass you know?" You remind, stopping his hands. "You can be rough with me. "

      "Trust me, I know.  If memory serves correct you prefer it when I do something like this-" Jungkook snorts, grinding into you. The friction of his length against your clothed heat is exactly what you need. Moaning loudly you grip onto his arms trying to steady yourself. 

"That's it. Such a slut for friction. You honestly thought I'd forget how you made yourself cum on my thigh that night?" Jungkook smirks, fingers grazing along the edges of exposed skin. Goosebumps rise along wherever he touches and you squirm like underneath him. His smirk widens as he plays along the hem of your booty shorts. "I had to wash my jeans afterwards, they were so drenched from you. "

    "I didn't hear you complaining." You shoot back, pressing your hips against him in efforts to regain that delicious friction. "If I remember correctly you had fun flexing your leg underneath me."

     "Never said I didn't.  In fact I would very much like a repeat of that night." Jungkook grins, shifting so his thigh is between your legs.  The muscle in his leg flexes teasing your core; in a commanding tone he whispers, "Go crazy, princess. Ride me. Right here, right now, I promise I'll take care of ya. "

    That's all you need to hear to descend into madness. Almost instinctively you latch onto Jungkook digging your nails into his firm shoulders as you wantonly thrust against his leg. Moans escape your lips in wild abandon as his muscles rub against your clit at the perfect angle. Jungkook is right you are a whore for thigh riding. 

    Just when you think it can't get any better Jungkook's hand slips under your panties, fingers immediately finding that hard pearl between your legs. He brushes it softly causing you to hiss as your knees close in unwillingly to give up such feeling. Now this is more like it. 

    "You like that?"  He teases, forefinger circling your clit slowly.

    "Mmhmm…" you nodd, grinding harder in an attempt to pick up his pace. 

   "Words princess. Tell me exactly what you want. "

       "More. " you cry out. "Kook. More please. I need you. "

   Oddly the nickname spurs him on if the harsh whisper of, 'fuck' says anything. If not then certainly the desperate opened mouth pressed to your lips does. Silently you make a mental note to use the nickname again but it's momentarily lost as his fingers pick up speed.  This time it's you uttering curses as Jungkook brings you right to the edge of cumming.

    "Please, please, I'm so close."  You want him so badly it's ridiculous. The smirk widens on his face, Junkook decides to reward you by slipping two of his fingers into your core. "Fuck Kook!"

   "That's it, princess. Come for me. Show me how good you feel." Jungkook pumps his fingers into you. All words leave you as a haze of ecstacy falls over you, all you can is moan rocking deliberately against his hand.  With every thrust his fingers somehow hit that special spot inside you. 

     Jungkook's an expert at knowing all your spots and kinks, almost as if he memorized everything about you, last time he and you were together. Either way impressed doesn't even begin to describe how you feel about his abilities. You moan his name, holding onto to him tightly as you orgasm onto his thigh. It lasts longer than expected small waves of pleasure still coming despite the relaxed posture of your body resting on his. 

        Gently Jungkook strokes your hair in a  manner similar to what lovers do after such an event. Alarm bells ring out at the action, but you make no move to stop him. "Was that a good enough reenactment for you?" You mention, half teasing. 

    Jungkook grins. "Better than good. You got me so hard, princess, I don't know how I can last."

   This time it's you who smirks. Sliding off of his thigh, you get on your knees anxious for the next act. "Well then, I better make what little time you do have as great as possible. "

    Before Jungkook can say a word you reach under the waistband of his sweats gripping his length tenderly in your hand. The groan uttered from Jungkook's lips at the slightest touch of your hand ignites another fire within you. Smirk widening you pull out your prize, taking a second to admire the gorgeous cock. Despite having seen it before you can never quite get its length or the beautiful curve of it. 

     Running a finger along the thick veins you see a bit of pre-cum at its tip. "You weren't joking when you said that last act turned you on." You tease, swiping over his head with your thumb.

     Staring into his eyes, you put your thumb into your mouth sucking off the cum.  The salty taste makes your mouth water, with an exaggerated pop take your thumb out. "Fuck, (Y/N). Don't tease, I'll go insane if you do." Jungkook pleads.

    "So needy." You say, taking him into your mouth. Thankfully your last boyfriend was somewhat of a blow job junkie, and while Jungkook is twice as large as he was, you have no problem taking his length into your mouth. The tip touches the back of your throat, instinctively you hollow your cheeks sucking in a slow teasing manner. 

   You  swirl your tongue about his base enjoying the beautiful noises Jungkook made under your tongue. Soon a hand buries itself into your hair, gripping tightly in an attempt to control the pace. Normally you wouldn't allow such behavior preferring your lover to suffer under you, however there's something about Jungkook's desperation to get off using your mouth that sends heat pooling to your core. It doesn't take long until he's spilling into your mouth, hands pulling on your hair he thrusts his hips forward pushing himself further into your mouth.  

  “Shit, princess. That was great. Almost as good as cumming inside you." Jungkook sighs running a hand through his messy hair. 

    You smile wiping the corners of your mouth clean. "Unfortunately you're going to have to miss out. Jimin will be home soon."

  Again his hands make their way to your hips, already you can tell he's angling for another kiss. "We'll have to be quick then. "

       Jungkook leans forward, but this time you pull away. "The last thing Jimin needs is to walk in on us….besides we need to wash these sweats before he gets home. "

     His lips curl into a smile practically relishing in your embarrassment, "Fair enough princess, but don't think we are done yet. I plan on making your toes curl as much as possible until the plane ride home. "

  You cock an eyebrow. “Those are big words coming from a man who just begged me to cum. What makes you think I’m going to let you?”

      “Easy, because you like it as much as I do.” Jungkook replies, grinding himself once more against you. A sharp hiss escapes you; almost uncontrollably you push back desperate for that sweet friction, however Jungkook moves away denying any sensation. “ Nuh uh, Jimin’s going to be home soon. Wouldn’t want him catching us, now would we (Y/N)? You’ll  have to wait until next.”

    “You, son of a bitch!” You snap, glaring daggers at his retreating form. As much as you hate to admit it, something tells you this newfound friendship with Jungkook is going to be more than you bargained for.

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Despite what your parents may think, your summer vacation home isn’t an excuse to be lazy. While it is true that Korea’s summer vacations are shorter than American's, as a teacher you still have plenty of work left to do during the student’s time off. One such thing happens to be reading over the posts written by your honor’s literature course throughout the break. Normally you graded them at night when everyone was asleep, but as your class delves deeper into the context of Frankenstein, you find yourself unable to keep your nightly routine with the density of the topic. Hence why you now sit in a cafe  hunched over your laptop rereading Joni’s obviously copyrighted post. 

    “You look lost in thought.” A cheery voice teases.

   For a second your brain tricks into thinking it’s Jungkook talking, after all he’s been bothering you extra since the two of you made the transition from enemies to fuck buddies. So it wouldn’t be unusual if the dark haired boy stalked you to the cafe to annoy you. However when you look up it’s not tattooed arms or a dopey bunny looking face you see, instead a pair of smiling almond shaped eyes stare down at you, their owner a very familiar reddish brunette. 

    “Hoseok!” you cry, leaping up only to hit your knee on the table. It throbs causing a sharp expletive to escape your lips. Embarrass you try to shake it off as if it never happened. Last thing you need is to make a fool of yourself in front of him. “Hi, I didn’t see you there.”

   “I can tell.” he laughs gesturing towards your knee. “I didn’t mean to startle you, (Y/N). It’s just been ages since I last saw you.”

   Your heart skips a beat. Nervously you tuck a strand of hair behind your ears in attempts to play cool. Logically you know you have no reason to get nervous, especially not when Hoseok ditched you at a restaurant after getting told you were a slut by Jungkook. Yet, for whatever reason that small high school girl who idolized him still remains inside you.

    “Almost six years. “ You smile. “Time has sure flown by hasn’t it?”

“Maybe but you haven’t changed much.” Hoseok winks, causing your brows to furrow. Haven’t changed much? What was he talking about? Did he not see your clear evolution from loner geek into potential adult? “You’re still as pretty as you were back in high school.”

   This time you are pretty sure your heart stops. It takes everything in your power not to gap like a wide-mouth fish out of water. Time seems to slow down in the small coffee shop as you work to come up with a response. Suddenly all the previous noises of chatter, whistling kettles and clanking plates become overwhelming rather than peaceful. Unfortunately even after being in a committed relationship for two years, your flirtation skills are still rusty. “You obviously need glasses then, because I looked like a hobo back then.”

      You can slap yourself. Literally-actually slap yourself for that stupid ass comment. Thankfully Hoseok doesn’t seem to mind only laughing even harder than before. “Nah, you were the prettiest girl on campus. Everyone was just afraid of you, because Jimin and Jungkook always hung around you-speaking of which, I want to apologize for how I acted back then. I shouldn’t have ditched you over such a stupid thing like that.”

    “Oh, it’s fine. Water under the bridge trust me.” you lie, ignoring the pang in your chest. Just remembering that day brings a new fire of hostility towards Jungkook. No matter how many years pass you still remember the day clearly. You were waiting for Hoseok at a local dinner, anxiously checking your phone for any messages or calls. A full hour passed with you insisting multiple times to the kind waitress that your date was arriving soon, however Hoseok never showed up. 

     You tried contacting him, worried that something terrible happened only to never get a response. Once home, you even bug Jimin who was friends with Hoseok then about the cheery boy, only to be brushed off. It’s not until you went to school the next day and confronted Hoseok in the hallway that you found out the truth. Jungkook let it loose that you were a slut and Hoseok being the knight in shining armor he was, fought him. They were equally matched with both of them garnering bruises and bumps because of it, but ultimately they were tied. 

“Look (Y/N), you seem like a nice girl, ” Hoseok said, brushing you off. “And what Jungkook said about you being a slut probably isn’t true, but I really can’t handle all this drama between you two.”

  That day your heart broke in two as dramatic as it sounds. Moreover from that moment you vowed to hate Jeon Jungkook for the rest of your life. “No, it’s really not and I might be overstepping my boundaries, but I would like another chance to get to know you.” Hoseok asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

   "Okay. " the word slips through your lips before you even have a chance to think it over. 

     His face lights up and any doubt you once had shatters completely. People change, Jungkook did so maybe Hoseok matured too. Either way it wouldn't hurt to try again. "Great. It'll be fun, I promise. "

     "I'm going to hold you to that Hoseok. " you tease. Inside you the giddiness grows, it feels as if you walked into some sort of dream or something. Didn't every girl dream of her high school crush finally realizing what a catch she is?

   "You won't regret it."  Hoseok swears. "Anyway I should let you get back to work, but first can I get your number?"

   You rattle it off to him, doing your best to appear stoic, unfortunately the aching in your smiling cheeks suggests utter failure.  Afterwards your students' work feels like less frustrating or maybe you're feeling a little generous seeing how Trisha totally bullshited her review yet you still gave a ⅘ on it. Whatever the reason you finish up faster than expected, leaving the cafe with an extra hour of free time.  "Well if it isn't a princess set free from her tower!" Someone whistles. 

  Unlike earlier you have no issue distinguishing the playful voice of Jungkook. Turning towards the noise, you unsurprisingly find him propped up against his car in a cool uncaring fashion. His work clothes only help amplify the appearance; the black suit jacket paired perfectly with his white dress shirt and pants ensemble make him look like a Chaebol rather than plain Jungkook. All in all he looks absolutely mouth watering, but you'd die before ever admitting it. "If it isn't the ogre coming out of his swamp to play. " you tease, pinching his arm. 

  He chuckles, opening the passenger's door of his black Lexus. "I think you forget the ogre got his princess in the end. "

   You wrinkle your nose in faux disgust. "Good luck, finding one. I don't know how many people can put up with your ugly mug. "

  "Don't need to. I already captured you. " Jungkook replies, closing the car door. 

    You blink registering what he said.  "That's the cheesiest line I've ever heard."

 He shrugs slipping on a pair of faux Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses. Paired with the rest of his outfit, the glasses shattered the image of the rich Chaebol man. Their paint chipped arms and scratched off logo scream 'fake' and you wonder why Jungkook kept such hideous knock offs. "You should get rid of those. They make you look cheap. "

    Jungkook scrunches his nose. "No way, they were a gift. "

   "A gift purposefully bought from some shady street vendor, because my mother insisted I buy you a college graduation gift." You say, reaching out to grab them.

     Naturally Jungkook only needs to lean away to thwart your efforts. "So? I like them. "

    "You look like one of those wannabe entrepreneurs on Instagram. "

   "How dare you! I have over five hundred followers, I'm legendary!"

     "Did Jimin make five hundred accounts? Because he's the only who would follow your ass!"  You say, attempting one more shot at retrieving those vile glasses. 

     Once more Jungkook merely tilts his head blocking your stubby little arms from reaching. "Whatever you say princess, we both know you're the one following my ass around here. "

  "I'm following you? How laughable. I didn't know you were a comedian, Jungkook…" the two of you continue bantering the rest of the car ride home.

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Author’s note: Special thanks to @dreamsfromthesandman​ for editing and putting up with my craziness even if she’s not army.

[redhawtriot]

Everything is Almight (Izuku x Reader~All Might’s daughter~)

Hey, so this is actually an adaptation/excerpt of a story I posted hella years ago. Lol, I felt cringe at my old writing, but also nostalgic! So I just had to fix this scene up! It was one of my favorites!

Basically, the you’ve only recently begun living with you father, Toshinori, after your mother’s death and you don’t know much about him. He hasn't told you about his training Izuku, One for All, or the fact that he is All Might. 

This becomes an issue because you not only end up going to U.A., but you develop a crush on the one student that could blow his secret alter ego out of the water: Izuku Midoriya. 

Forbidden grounds.

Uncharted territory.

A girl’s house. 

For Izuku Midoriya, all three of these items might as well be synonymous. 

Girls were, and always have been, somewhat of an out of bounds, beautiful, enigma that he would see throughout life, but never had the will or courage to approach-- like panda bears, or fluorescent jellyfish. 

God, was he really comparing you to a jellyfish?

Izuku sneaked a glance at you as the image faded into his mind, but the smile you threw back at him as you walked by his side, sent him retreating-- scrambling for cover as he pulled the collar of his shirt up to mask his severe blush. 

He shouldn’t have looked at you when you were so close to him. 

It made everything much too real. 

He was really going to a girl’s house-- uncharted territory-- forbidden grounds. 

The surrounding world began slowly fading into black as the two friends neared their destination. Izuku gulped so hard, that you threw him a slightly concerned look.

‘That sounded painful,’ you nervously chuckled, “Hey, Izu, you don’t have to be afraid of my dad or anything. He’s the nicest person I’ve ever met! I’m sure the two of you will get along!” 

 The severe tunnel vision weighed upon the boy’s mind, but it didn't stop the rampant thoughts from racing around in there, ‘I wasn't even thinking about that. Oh god, Y/N is really strong. I wonder if her dad is just as badass as her… I’m so plain-- I bet all stick out like a sore thumb in her family. Oh my god, he’s gonna hate me.’

Unbenownst to him, he was muttering the entire time, leaving you to internally facepalm at your friend’s antics. Izuku was so damn weird. So damn. Jittery. So damn... adorable.

Your face soon matched Izuku’s heated blush.

“Well! Here it is!” you frantically called out, throwing your arms up to present your abode and knock those feelings away from you. Izuku gave a sharp, little jump at your words as you fumbled around with your house key. The shock from your sudden outburst and the impending dread that rattled inside of Izuku’s shaky chest, mixed up into an uneasy cocktail.  Nothing too fancy, right? Anyway, you can make yourself at home!” 

You opened the door, only to look back and See Izuku frozen to the spot, his eyes blank with fear, and his knees tightly buckled. 

You gave a deep sigh before grabbing him by the wrist and practically throwing him through the front door, "Make yourself at home! Don't be weird about it." you laughed as Izuku yelped and flew across the threshold.

"Dad!" you exclaimed cheerily throughout the quiet home, "I'm home and I brought a guest!"

Izuku looked around the house and saw small All Might figurines scattered in random locations everywhere. He knew that you were a huge All Might fan, but having memorabilia in every room of the house must mean that everyone in this house must love All Might. Izuku took in the sight and chuckled nervously to himself.

"I'll be out in a second! I'm taking my medicine!" someone yelled from a back room.

Izuku froze.

His eyebrows slightly furrowed and his mouth flew agape at the sound of the person’s voice. He recognized it from somewhere-- he knew he did, but... he couldn't quite put his finger on it. 

As soon as the man walked through the hallway, into sight, Izuku saw a wavey blonde drape of familiar, golden hair. It was followed by a sillouet that he had seen much of lately.  

Holy…

It finally hit him.

Izuku just about jumped out of his skin in at the sight. In front of you and him, was  the man who had recently begun to train him-- All Might.

The boy let out a long, high pitched whimper as the two males just gawked at each other awkwardly with their mouths opened. A faint white noise could also be heard as the atmosphere grew heavy.

You noticed the tension and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

Finally, Izuku broke the silence with a squeal, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, ALL MIGH-"

"MIGHTY NICE TO MEET YOU, MY BOY!" All Might interrupted, going to shake Midoriya’s hand and throw him a wary glance that begged “please for the love of god shut up.”

Izuku remained frozen in shock, his hand limp in All Mights grasp as you spoke up, "Do… you two know each other or something?" You tilted your head in confusion.

Izuku gave an awkwardly hard, nervous chuckle, 

"Nope! I mean-I don't think so."

"I have never met this young man in my life!"

The two males simultaneously exclaimed.  They threw each other one more horrified glance before finally breaking eye contact with each other and grimacing towards the ground.

Toshinori spoke up, "Y/N, my dear, why don't you go grab the trash and take it outside for me? Trash day is tomorrow." He tried to look earnestly into your eyes, but he couldn't help the frantic undertones in his voice.

"Awh…man. Can't I take it tomorrow morning? I just got in the house!" you complained. Luckily for Toshinori, you were more focused on not wanting to do the task itself, than on his suspicious behavior.

"I cooked some fish earlier today and didn't finish it all. I had to throw it away and I don't want it to end up stinking up the entire house!" he glanced to the side, 'This stinks enough as is! Shit.' he thought to himself.

"Okay, okay. I'll get it for you." you complied. As soon as you walked out of the house the two men started freaking out.

"DOES SHE NOT KNOW YOU'RE ALL MIGHT!?" Izuku gripped at his hair as if to contain the stress of the situation.

"Keep it down, kid! She likes to snoop! And no, she doesn't know! I'd like to keep it that way too!"

Izuku threw his face in his palm, "Just my luck! Of course, when I finally find a cool girl that talks to me, she has to live in the same house as my mentor!"

"With all respect young man please don't think of my kid that way... Ever." All Might twisted his face into an almost painful grimace.

"You.. dad… HER DAD?! SHE'S YOUR KID?!"

All Might bit his tongue in shock, "Yes! So please keep your teenage hormones in check, young man."

"Oh no! All Might's about to give me 'the talk!'" the young boy cried.

"I AM NOT! Quiet down before you blow our cover!" He threw a finger up as if to hush the younger boy.

You walked back into the home, "Is everything all right in here? I thought I heard yelling."

Izuku and Toshinori furiously nodded their heads.

"Mhmm!" the younger man assured, "Everything is All Might- I MEAN ALRIGHT!" he laughed nervously, "Everything is alright in here!" he corrected himself as Toshinori deflated in disappointment. How embarrassing. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep from melting away from this existence right then and there.

You sighed, "Oh... I know what's going on here,” you threw your hands on you hips as you shook your head.

The two men gulped, "you do?" they both asked in unison.

"Yep," You replied as she put her hands on your hips, "You're weirded out by all these memorabilia in the living room! It's not Dad’s stuff! My room in this place is just smaller than the one I had at my other home, so I had to keep some things out here for a while while I figured out what to do with them! Don't worry! My dad isn't as weird as he looks." you teased as both of the men sighed in relief.

After that day Izuku didn't really come by your place much. You simply figured that your father must have frightened him or given him the "overprotective dad" speech. Whatever the reason, your friend and you would have to hang out at his house whenever you hung out after school.

lol lemme know if you guys want more excerpts from this story! I have a lot saved in drafts (draft number rn is like 42 and counting HA. (Someone save me from myself))

[nerdzzone]

Light After Dark: Chapter Two

Summary: Brooke Harris was trying her best to be grateful. As the world tackled the COVID-19 pandemic, she was healthy and safe and so was the rest of her family, but her dreams had very quickly been crushed by the economic fallout. Trapped on the quaint island of Jersey with nothing, but free time to wallow in her mistakes, Brooke’s mental health was taking a hit, but when she collides with a handsome stranger she starts to realize that the future might not be so bleak and there might still be a light at the end of the tunnel.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Note: I was planning for this to be longer so I’m sorry if this is a bit of a boring chapter, but I figured something is better than nothing and it gives some more insight into Brooke’s life. The next chapter shouldn’t take me as long as this one did so don’t lose hope! And a big thank you for every like and reblog of chapter one!

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April. 17. 2020

Considering I was anxious and restless before injuring my ankle, the few days after were fairly close to absolute hell. I couldn't put much weight on it, not enough to walk on, so I was stuck on the couch with my foot raised up on the ottoman unable to hobble away from my mother's fussing. She felt guilty for forcing me out of the house the day I got hurt and therefore felt she needed to hover and fret around me all day to make up for it. I mean, it was nice to have someone bring me drinks and snacks whenever I needed them, but for the most part constantly being asked if I was alright and the endless fluffing of cushions was suffocating.

There was a reprieve though on the fifth day after my injury. For once, during the evening, everyone was off doing their own thing and I had the living room to myself. I had a full glass of wine, a bowl of popcorn and I was enjoying the peace and quiet. It was just the break I'd needed and I was feeling fully refreshed as my movie finished and my sister flopped down on the couch next to me.

"Hey, Cassie," I greeted her, but was met with a simple grunt in response. "Where's Molly?"

"I sent her out to the garden with Mum," She sighed. "I just got off the phone with Luke."

I shot her a sympathetic look before nodding my head towards the bottle of wine on the table.

"Pour yourself a glass," I instructed. "You look like you need it."

She nodded, quickly dragged herself off the couch and headed to the kitchen before appearing moments later with a glass in her hand. Once she'd poured herself some wine, topped mine off and settled in, I resumed my questioning.

"Is Luke doing alright?"

She sighed again and took a large gulp of her drink before nodding.

"He is, yeah," She assured me. "It's just hard. He misses us, Molly in particular of course, and he's down about all the horrible things he's been seeing. So like, he's fine, but he's not. He's struggling emotionally, I can tell, but he doesn't want to talk about it when I call. And I'm so worried about him. They don't have enough PPE, supplies are dwindling, as if his job just isn't dangerous enough at times like this."

Her words came out in practically all one breath as she toyed with the necklace around her neck, one that Luke had bought her just before we left London. Her grip on the wine glass in her hand had me worried she would snap the stem, but my heart really went out to her.

"He's going to be fine," I assured her, knowing my lack of expertise on the subject would really do little to comfort her. "Luke is responsible and cautious. Even if they don't have enough protective equipment, he won't go running into a situation that isn't safe. He knows what he has to lose if he gets sick, he'll do anything to make sure he gets back to you safely at the end of all this."

"I know, I know," She took another swig from her glass. "But it's not always in his control and I know him well enough to know he wouldn't ignore someone who needed help just because he didn't have the right protection."

"But he'll take whatever precautions he can," I insisted. "He loves you more than he loves the job."

"I know," She repeated with a sigh. "It's just hard being apart for so long. I really miss him."

"I know you do," I smiled sympathetically. "I can't even imagine how hard that must be, but if we all just stay home and away from other people this whole mess can't go on forever."

Cassie shot me a suspicious look with a smirk on her face.

"That's the most positive thing I've heard you say since we got here. Are you feeling okay? Did Dad slip you some good painkillers?"

I tried to swat at her from my side of the couch, but my elevated ankle restricted my movement.

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes. "Being the tortured, mopey one is my thing. I'm just trying to stop you from stealing my aesthetic."

"Your aesthetic?" Cassie raised an eyebrow at my word choice. "You sound like a wannabe teenage Instagram model."

I giggled, realizing it was true.

"What can I say?" I asked in a very bad valley girl american accent. "I like totally have to keep my followers happy or I won't get any likes."

She stared at me blankly for a moment before she burst out laughing.

"That was horrifying," She informed me. "Please, never do that again."

"Oh, you just wait," I teased. "Only a few more years until Molly discovers the world of likes and followers..."

She cringed at the thought.

"A few? I'm hoping for at least ten..."

"Ten?!" I laughed at her optimism. "Maybe five, but I seriously doubt she'll stay off social media until she's seventeen."

"I didn't have Instagram until I was twenty-four."

"Only because it didn't exist," I scoffed. "If it was around when we were teenagers, you would have been all over it."

"But we didn't so I can still hold that over Molly's head when she starts insisting she needs it," She smirked as she reached for the bottle of wine on the table. That was when she noticed that Man of Steel was on the TV. "Oh my god, are you watching his movie?"

I felt my cheeks up as I realized she'd caught me, but I tried to play it cool.

"I've never seen the whole thing," I shrugged. "It was on Netflix so I figured I'd give it a go, it wasn't because he's in it."

"Oh, I see," She nodded as she filled her glass and poured the last splash into mine. "It's just a coincidence that after being carried around in Superman's arms, you're suddenly interested in watching his movie."

Her words were dripping with sarcasm, but I just rolled my eyes.

"He carried me out of necessity," I reminded her. "And I told him he didn't have to."

"How was it out of necessity if he didn't have to?" She smirked. "And then he just had to have your phone number, was that out of necessity too?"

I tossed the last few kernels of my popcorn at her, but she just shielded her face as she laughed.

"Asking for my phone number was clearly out of politeness," I informed her. "Since I haven't heard anything from him."

"Didn't he message you that night after you met?"

I nodded, but felt a familiar disappointment.

"He did," I confirmed. "And we chatted a bit, but I haven't head from him since."

"Well that was only, what? Four days ago?" Cassie pointed out. "That's not long enough to give up hope, he's probably just busy."

I raised an eyebrow at her suggestion.

"Busy doing what? We're in the middle of a pandemic, no one can go anywhere or do anything."

"People still have commitments," She reminded me, frowning at my pessimism. "And mum says he hasn't been home for ages so he's probably got a lot of catching up to do with his family."

"I guess that's true."

"Besides," She started, a smirk replacing her frown. "Why do you even care so much?"

"I don't!" I lied. "It doesn't even matter. Nothing could happen between us anyway with all this going on. He's just nice to look at so it was nice to daydream for a moment."

"Of course something could happen! My friend met a new guy on a dating app since all this started and she seems really happy with him."

"Have they even met yet?"

"No," Cassie admitted sensing my skepticism. "But you have met Henry so you don't have that issue!"

"But we wouldn't be able to get within six feet of each other for potentially a few months," I resisted. "And even when we can get closer to each other, kissing or whatever might not be allowed until there's a vaccine so what’s the point?"

"Ooh, ‘or whatever’," Cassie wiggled her eyebrows, her low alcohol tolerance clearly showing. "But seriously, if things start easing up in a couple months then kissing a man might not be so dangerous."

"I have asthma," I reminded her. "Kissing a man could actually kill me."

She tossed her head back and groaned at my stubbornness.

"Well by the time you're able to, you might not even want to. But you won't know unless you send him a fucking text."

As she was speaking, the door to the back patio flung open and a tiny, but very loud voice filled the room.

"Mummy said a naughty word!"

My niece, Molly, screamed as she flew through the door.

"She did!" I agreed. "That wasn't very polite of her, was it?"

"No!" Molly shook her head, dirt that had been smeared in her hair falling to the floor from the motion. "Naughty words hurt people's feelings!"

"They do! My feelings are very hurt."

Molly frowned at that information as she put her dirty little hands on her hips.

"Mummy, you need to apologize."

Cassie rolled her eyes as she turned to me and I smirked.

"I'm sorry for using a naughty word and hurting your feelings, Brooke," She said reluctantly. "But I stand by what I said. You don't have to wait for him to make the first move."

"The first move?" Molly questioned, her face lighting up. "Are you playing a game? Can I play?"

I laughed at her enthusiasm as her mother and I shook our heads.

"No, sweetie, we're not playing a game," Cassie told her. "And you can't do anything until we get you all cleaned up! Shall we go run you a bath?"

Molly looked disappointed, but nodded her little head.

"I got really dirty helping Nana plant some plants..."

"I can see that," Cassie smiled. "Let's go wash it all off."

I smiled as they left the room, leaving me to my thoughts. I went back and forth on whether I should message Henry and was just about to pull out my phone to maybe write a draft when my parents came through the door Molly had just appeared in. Taking it as a sign to not do what I was about to do, I locked my phone and put it back down.

"Hey, sweetie," My mum smiled at me. "Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm fine," I assured her. "And honestly, my ankle's a lot better. I can hobble around enough to look after myself."

"I know, but you don't need to while I'm here," She insisted. "I never get to dote on you girls much anymore, it's been nice having an excuse."

"I know and I appreciate it, but I'm fine."

My mom nodded and kissed my head as she walked past on her way to the stairs that Cassie had just chased Molly up.

"Just shout if you need anything," My dad added as he followed her. "Goodnight, kiddo."

The days were getting longer so I hadn't realized it was almost eight o'clock already. I shouted my goodnights before putting the empty wine glasses in the empty popcorn bowl, scooping up my phone and limping into the kitchen. Once the dishes were tidied away, I went up to my room and quickly changed into some pajamas before getting comfortable on my bed with my foot elevated once again.

I set my laptop up next to me with something mindless playing on Netflix before turning my attention back to my phone. I opened my conversation with Henry, but I was at a loss for words. He was a world famous superstar. He worked with and probably dated some of the most attractive women in the world. Why would he want to hear from me?

I closed the conversation again with a sigh, wishing I had some more wine to relieve some of my inhibitions. I was just about to put my phone away in defeat when a stroke of curiosity hit me and I opened Instagram instead. I liked a few posts that friends had made before tapping on the search bar and tentatively typing Henry's name. A few fan pages popped up, but his account was there with that coveted blue tick. I felt a strange nervous bubbling in my stomach, like I was somehow infringing on his privacy, but it was there for anyone to see so I decided to scroll just a bit.

He didn't post much, but that made sense from what I knew of him. He didn't strike me as the kind of person who wanted everything in his life to be on display plus he was a pretty busy guy with all the movies and shows he'd been in lately. There were a few pictures of Kal, a few pictures of some baking and cooking he'd been doing, a few horses and some lovely selfies. One in particular caught my eye. He was wearing a rugby jersey and his hair was long with a slight curl. His jaw was strong and he looked incredibly handsome.

I clicked on it eagerly, hoping to get a better look, but my heart sank instantly as that little heart popped up. I'd liked it. A picture from six months ago. He would know I was creeping through his photos, it was such a rookie mistake! I cursed myself, quickly closing the app and tossing my phone onto the bed as if it never happened if I couldn't see it. My cheeks burned with embarrassment and I suddenly remembered why I always felt like social media was much more suitable for the younger generations.

[bumblesimagines]

Camping

Request: Yes or No

👻 Happy Halloween 🎃

Betty stared out at the frozen lake. She kept her arms around herself, hearing crunching behind her.

"I've got a bad feeling about this place, you guys." Betty said, looking at them.

"Maybe because Veronica decided to bring us here during winter." Jughead huffed. Veronica rolled her eyes.

"It's beautiful in the winter! Less bugs, we can go skating, sit by the warm fireplace.." Veronica smiled, pecking Archies cheek.

"Haven't you guys heard about the guy that died here?" Jughead questioned. They looked at him.

"What?"

"It was a long time ago-"

"Save it for the campfire, Jug." Veronica cut him off. Jughead raised his hands, nodding.

"Yes, ma'am. Come on, Betty." Jughead gently took her hand, walking towards the cabin.

"So, Jug, tell me about this tale of yours." Veronica said, snuggling close to Archie.

"Well, a while back, a teenager named (Y/N) was out here with his friends. They were messing around, having fun, just like us, until (Y/N) was dared to go out onto the ice. He did it and three of his friends followed, the other two staying by the edge. It was revealed that (Y/N) had gotten close to a girl that one of his friends liked so, they ganged up on him. The ice ended up breaking and (Y/N) was sent into the freezing water. His friends got out okay and called the police. They searched the water for a body but never found it. They even searched during the summer once the water was warm but didn't find a body, bones, or even clothes. People came up with theories that the friends made it up and had murdered him or helped him run away. The friends returned on the anniversary of his 'death' and all of them went missing." Jughead told them the story as he stared into the fire. Betty couldn't help but glance over at the lake.

"Poor guy." She whispered.

"His so called friends deserved it.. How could you attack someone instead of talking it out?" Betty huffed.

"Oh, and, another thing... Anyone that comes here always goes missing or turns up dead." Jughead added.

"No wonder you seemed so happy to come." Veronica mumbled.

"Maybe, we should just stay the night and leave in the morning. If what you said was true, there could be a crazy person in these woods attacking people for no reason." Archie said. Betty nodded.

"He has a point." She agreed. The four flinched when a hard breeze blew by, causing the fire to go out.

"We should head inside." Veronica said, already shivering. Archie, Veronica, and Jughead headed inside. Betty wrapped a blacket around herself and stood up from her seat, glancing at the lake one last time before heading inside.

Veronica started up a warm shower, getting in. She washed her hair, frowning when the water got cold. Veronica turned the handle a bit to the side, feeling it get warm for a little. It went back to cold. Veronica huffed, turning it all the way to hot. She groaned softly when the water turned back cold.

"Whatever.." She mumbled, continuing to wash herself unaware that the room had been boiling hot. Veronica hissed when she felt stinging on her shoulders and arms, looking down. She screamed, trying to turn off the water as it suddenly went from cold to boiling hot, burning her skin even more. The door opened and Archie opened the glass door, getting Veronica out of the shower. Betty quickly turned the water off as Archie covered Veronica up with a towel.

"V? V?!" Betty didn't touch her out of fear that she would hurt her.

"Jug, call 911!" Archie yelled. Jughead entered the room, fumbling with his phone.

"I don't have service." Jughead said, quickly grabbing Betty's phone but faced the same issue. Betty stood up, rushing into the kitchen and getting bottled water. She entered the bathroom and gently poured the water over Veronica's skin to cool it down. Jughead found some bandages and wet them with the bottled water, wrapping them around the burns.

"I'll start the car." Archie said, standing up. He left the bathroom, heading to the front door. Archie grabbed the keys and went to the car, grabbing the handle and trying to open it. Ice covered the car, making it difficult to open the door. Archie turned around, flinching when he saw a guy.

"Christ, dude, I-" Ice cold hands grabbed Archies face, slamming his head back and against the car door window, causing it to shatter. Bits and pieces of glass stuck to the back of his head. Archie was released and he fell onto the snow covered ground, groaning.

"(Y/N)?" He groaned, cringing as he held his head in pain. (Y/N) remained silent, starimg down at him. He crouched down, grabbing a shard of glass. (Y/N) raised it above his head, bringing it down repeatedly on the ginger. Blood spilled and splattered onto the car and snow until Archies face was a gory and gruesome sight. (Y/N) dropped the shard, walking towards the cabin. He stepped onto the porch, leaving frosty footprints behind. (Y/N) entered the cabin, making the lights flicker a bit.

"Arch? Were you able to get the car started?" Betty called from the bathroom. She stood up, leaving Veronica alone. The door was wide open and Betty noticed snowy footprints leading into the house. She frowned, grabbing a lamp and unplugging it, using it as a weapon.

"Arch?" She called out softly, following the footprints. (Y/N) slammed the door to the kitchen shut, freezing the handle to the wall with a simple touch. He headed into the bathroom, glancing down at his work. Veronica had passed out from either pain or shock. (Y/N) grabbed a bottle of bleach, freezing it over. He held it above Veronica's head, watching her stir a bit. (Y/N) let it drop on her head. Because it froze over, it had become heavier so when (Y/N) dropped it, it smashed Veronica's head open. (Y/N) picked up the bleach container. Where her head once was, there was a puddle of blood and bits of her brain. Her eyes had been crushed and her teeth were broken. (Y/N) left the bathroom, noticing Jughead break the handle and help Betty out of the room she had been locked in.

"What the hell happened?" Jughead asked.

"I don't know! I think someone's in the house, we need to get Ronnie and go!" Betty urged. Jughead nodded, rushing into the bathroom.

"Jug? Jug, what's wrong? We have to go, now!" Betty frowned, following a frozen Jughead. She screamed, seeing her dead best friend. Veronica's body was still twitching. (Y/N) went over to the front door, undetected and closed it as the lights went out. Betty and Jughead went into high alert. (Y/N) opened the bottle of bleach and splashed it in Jughead's face. The male instantly held his face, screaming in pain as the chemical burned his eyes. (Y/N) dodged a lamp swing from Betty, stepping back. She broke the lamp against the wall, grabbing a shard. She panted softly.

"(Y/N), if that's you, please don't hurt us.." Betty said softly, gripping it tightly. (Y/N) stared down at her, frowning. Betty gently reached out with her other hand. (Y/N) knew this trick. He used the shard from the car window and stabbed her arm with it, dragging it back, leaving a large cut on her arm. Betty stood, gripping her own shard and swinging at him with it. (Y/N) simply grabbed her shoulder and stabbed her in the stomach with it. Betty let out a soft squeak and fell onto the ground, holding her bleeding stomach. As for her whimpering boyfriend, (Y/N) poured the rest of the bleach over his face. The chemical burned his eyes and face. (Y/N) turned around, looking at Betty as she stumbled and tried to get up.

"I'm not gonna get very far, am I?" She asked. (Y/N) stayed quiet, slowly following her as she stood up, using the wall. Betty ended up falling down the porch steps and groaning in pain. (Y/N) expected her to try to go over to the car but instead she made her way over to the lake. Betty stood up on wobbly legs, staggering onto the lake. She had so easily given up. (Y/N) followed her to the center of the frozen lake. Betty stared out at it before the ice under her feet cracked.

[yaboymercury]

Ripping 9 to 5 - Butler

Jeremy had enjoyed his first term at university but was looking forward to getting home for the break. Especially becuase he would get to see Adrian again.

Jeremy was really hoping to finally make progress with some guys at Uni but he was still held back by his massive crush on Adrian. It had been holding him back pretty much since he moved in.

The short of it is that Jeremy's family is rich, and Adrian's family went broke when he was a teenager. Being friends with Adrian's father, Jeremy's mother offered to let Adrian live with them. And being the good person he is when he turned 16, a couple years before Jeremy, he offered to be a butler for the family not wanting to be a freeloader. Resistant at first, Jeremy's parents insisted against it, but not wanting to be a freeloader Adrian was adamant.

Jeremy didn't mind as long as it meant that he could still spend time with Adrian. But it did change things. Jeremy found Adrian being more private with him, being more formal, more professional. Jeremy still harboured a crush on him and he still got warm energy from him, but their relationship had changed.

Going away to Uni was his first time not living with Adrian for a while and he missed him. Which is why he decided that when he came back for break he would make an active effort to reconnect with him. And now they were both fully adults he wouldn't have any restrictions.

Walking back into his large family house he said a brief greeting to his parents and had to pry them off him to get to his room for some privacy. Lugging his suitcases up the stairs he could call Adrian to help but he wanted to surprise him.

Getting back to his room for the first time in ages Jeremy felt happy to be back in his element, everything was the same except for the fact that the window was wide open leaving a cold breeze chilling the room, so he quickly closed it. He began to clean himself up in preparation for his reunion with Adrian.

About to leave the room satisfied by his lathering of deodorant and combed hair, Adrian walked towards the door. But before he could arrive he could hear pounding footsteps getting louder from outside. Getting closer to the door so he could get a better hear of it, the door was swiftly pulled open from the other side.

There was Adrian in his typical butler uniform, in those same tight trousers which contributed highly to Jeremy's sexual awakening and that same glowing face. But something was different. He was sweating on his forehead, squirming uncomfortably and had a hand on his stomach, and a shocked expression on his face obviously not expecting the sight of Jeremy.

But Jeremy didn't mind and if he had the element of surprise he could easily reconnect with him. He leaped forward and gave him a tight hug which was responded to with a grunt. Again he didn't care bring so close to him again was contorting. He pulled himself off the butler and gave him a proper look over grinning.

"You miss me?"

Finally breaking a warm but formal smile (yet still looking physically uncomfortable) he replied:

"Yes Master Jeremy very much so."

Putting on am exaggerated frown Jeremy punched him in the arm saying:

"God how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that, it's just Jeremy," Pausing a moment he looked back again at Adrian winking "or whatever you want it to be." With a giggle.

Ignoring Jeremy's advances he walked into the room still looking restless "So um, Jeremy, why are you home early?" He couldn't really make eye contact but he sat down on the bed rubbing his stomach.

"Oh yeah sorry, I gave you the wrong date, thought I'd surprise you" Still smiling Jeremy was happy he was finally seeing a more human side of Adrian.

His butler pondered this for a moment gulping and then looked back to Jeremy with a desperate look. "Jeremy please do me a favour, could you please vacate this room?" It was said with urgency, but obviously not more urgency as Jeremy had to reconnect with Adrian.

"Oh trying to kick me out of my room now? Gosh did you develop an attitude when I was gone?" It was all said playfully and Jeremy wanting to make some contact gave Adrian a weak shove on his side as he sat next to him on the bed as a mock punishment.

But obviously the push caught Adrian off guard and he fell onto his side onto the bed away from Jeremy and grunted what sounded like 'Crap not now'. Surprised by the relatively bad language from the man he didn't hear the rumbling from him, but he certainly heard what came next.

PHRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT

Never in his years of knowing Adrian had he ever imagined him farting. And now all of a sudden Jeremy's nose was being assaulted by a rancid stink exiting his asshole. Adrian was a red panting wreck on the bed after letting the fart out.

"Master Jeremy, I'm so sorry I never meant for you to see that..."

Jeremy wasn't exactly enjoying the smell gagging on it a little, he was surprised that Adrian could produce something so stinky. But seeing him with his guard so down for the first time in years overjoyed him, so he thought he could take advantage of it.

Putting a hand on one of Adrian's he leaned towards him. "Don't worry I still like my Butler, even if he does have a smelly ass." Jeremy joked but it seemed to only make Adrian blush harder.

Adrian leaned up and stood up from the bed pulling his hand out from under Jeremy's and used it to attempt to waft away the lingering smell of his expulsion. "Again Jeremy I'm sorry you had to experience that I really am, and I'm glad to see you are home safe, but I have things to do so I'll see you soon."

Jeremy couldn't have this, Adrian being his same old cold butler self. Especially after ripping the worst fart Jeremy had ever smelt. As Adrian began to exit the room Jeremy grabbed his hand holding him back, making Adrian give Jeremy a sad look back.

"Adrian what changed with you?" Getting serious for a moment Jeremy was able to grab his attention. Adrian took a deep breath sighing and closing the door in front of him. He turned back to give Jeremy and earnest look.

"Back when I was sixteen a lot of changes began happening, with me especially," this time she sat voluntarily close to Jeremy "I became you're family's butler as you know and I've always been in debt to your family..." He took a deep breath "Which is why I knew that when I developed feelings for you I could not follow through on them in case of being unprofessional." Jeremy's heart was pounding not knowing what to say so letting him continue. "Also around the same time as all this was when I started developing my gas problems, in fear of being even more unprofessional I isolated myself from you even more so neither you nor your parents would discover this. I also took the opportunity of your unused room when you went to university as a room to relieve myself, I'm sorry if that sounds crude and I'm sorry if you feel violated but there is no point lying about anything anymore. Feel free to tell your parents as much as you want I'm sure I can find another job..."

Jeremy had enough of Adrian's negativity so he made sure to cut him off with: "You're not going to have to quit!" Which gave Adrian an excuse to smile weakly. "And why didn't you tell me you liked me did you never suspect that I liked you as well?" All Adrian could do was look down in shame. "And why didn't you tell me about your gas problem it really wouldn't bother me it can't be that bad?!" With that last statement Adrian cringed in response.

"Believe me Jeremy it can, and I'm desperately sorry but could I please relieve myself outside or in the hallway I would never want to subject you to that again." He began to try and leave the room again but once again Jeremy pulled him back. Seeing Adrian uncomfortable hurt him so he decided that he would fully accept that side of him.

"Adrian I really don't mind, please don't leave"

Adrian just looked at him then covered his face with one hand embaressed and leaned over a little.

PRRRRRRRRRRRRFT

I did stink, it was disgusting, it reeked. Jeremy wasn't going to pretend it didn't. Maybe he even played up his reaction to play with the mortified Adrian even more but just so he could surprise him more afterwards. After suitably gagging on the rotten stench filling the room, Adrian looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Jeremy I'm really sorry, I know how much I stink, I really can't help it."

Right as he finished the sentence Jeremy decided it was time to strike. He practically tackled Adrian to the ground and gave him a moment to reject him and then followed with a kiss. It was a great moment for Jeremy lifting a weight from him but he knew he had to explain himself to Adrian.

Pulling himself off Adrian's mouth he ran his hands along the body underneath him.

"Adrian I think I can put up with your stink, especially for you, I tried to forget about you at university but I couldn't so I know I can put up with a little gas."

Adrian looked shocked but happy "Thanks Jeremy, I'm not sure where we can go from here with all these crazy bloody circumstances," Jeremy was happy to hear that he accepted that they could go somewhere "but believe me when I say it's more than 'a little gas', how can you be sure you can put up with it?"

Jeremy didn't exactly expect the conversation to be going this way but he wasn't exactly willing to give up. "Test me, give me the worst you've got! And if it let's me get more well acquainted with that bum of yours then I'll be more than happy!"

Shocked at the crudeness of Jeremy's offer Adrian managed to break a smile but was still worried on Jeremy's behalf. "Are you really sure I don't want to hurt you?"

The warning only made Jeremy laugh. "Dude it's only a few more farts how bad can it be?" All Adrian could do was respond with a sigh knowing he wouldn't be able to get Jeremy to give up.

Adrian just stood up in front of Jeremy arching his back a little, feeling a little happy he's finally able to show off his ass which he is so secretly proud of, knowing the complimentary his tight trousers have on it. Jeremy wasn't complaining having to resist full on spanking the man choosing to only lightly rub the cheeks.

PRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPT

It hit hard, surprising Jeremy even though he expected it. The rotten winds blowing out of the butler's ass blew back his hair and made his nostrils flare. The fart seemed like it would never end and it seemed like Adrian was making no effort to stop it spreading his cheeks out with his hands.

The gas finally subsided and Jeremy tried to catch a breath of fresh air but the oxygen around him was fully tainted. Looking back at him Adrian asked:

"Do you see what I mean now?" He looked at the pitiful sight of Jeremy sitting agape his eyes watering from the stink. It was sad for Adrian knowing that man he loved couldn't put up with his gas. "I'm really sorry Jeremy..."

But of course despite the stench intoxicating Jeremy's brain he still had his priorities straight. He grabbed Adrian and pulled him down into another surprise kiss making them both smile again, but Adrian still had doubts.

"Okay so maybe it's a little bit worse than i expected but do you really think that will put me off you?"

Finally giving Jeremy one last serious look, "If you can put up with this one, you can have whatever you want okay?"

Jeremy nodded in response gulping but ready for any challenge. Adrian stood in front of him again but this time he slid down his trousers and underwear displaying his bulbous shining cheeks spilling out his trousers. In spite of their beauty they did come with a natural stink but Jeremy could handle that but it reminded him of what was to come. But mainly Jeremy was focused on finally getting a good view of Adrian's uncovered ass, he was practically drooling. He was so distracted that he barely registered Adrian say:

"I'm sorry for this Jeremy..." And without warning he pulled Jeremy's head into his ass fully smothering him. Jeremy would resist but the cool sensation of being inside Adrian's cheeks was amazing. With a grunt and a rumble inside his rectum, Adrian let loose.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPT

Jeremy could hear Adrian moan in relief letting that one out. A shitty odour attacked Jeremy's nostrils unfiltered by any clothing, this would have repulsed him more if he wasn't in such a heavenly ass. It hurt him to smell but the feeling of Adrian's hole winking on his nose actaully aroused Jeremy which surprised him. He could tell Adrian was about to apologize for his stench again so Jeremy thought he would surprise him, maybe even punish him for forcing his head in his ass.

Adrian began to feel the orgasmic sensation of an explorative tongue invading his hole. The sensation was amazing making him buckle over more, he was certainly beyond the realm of unprofessionalism so he couldn't exactly ask his master to stop. The pleasure on his hole was getting so good that it began to tempt more gas out of his ass.

PHHHHHHHHHRT

PRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP

Rancid farts began further stinking up Jeremy's engulfed face, but Jeremy had gotten to a point of the smell of Adrian's anal pheremones was beginning to turn him on. Still rimming the butler he decided to put his hands to use using one to unbuckle his trousers and begin rubbing himself and the other to rub Adrian giving him a hint of where this is going. Adrian noticed the shift in atmosphere and smirked realising just how kinky his master is. He unzipped his own trousers giving Jeremy's spare hand more freedom to explore.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRAPPPPP

RRRRRRRRRPPPT

PRAAAAAAAAAFFFFFT

The smell only got more intense filling the room with a scent of ass stink. By this point both of them needed release, their dicks throbbing. Jeremy pushed himself out of Adrian's ass gasping for breath.

"Adrian!" He pulled the man down to face him by his tie in a less serious but still commanding tone he said: "I demand that you put your flatulence to good use and release those winds on my member!"

With a sadistic grin Adrian gave him a quick kiss and said with a more sadistic smile "As you wish..."

He slid his body down resting Jeremy's shaft in-between his cheeks and letting his own push up against Jeremy's chest.

PHRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPSSSSSSSSSHHHHHH

The gas began deep and rumbling, blasting hot gas vibrating against Jeremy but also the gas which escaped managed to instantly cloud both of them filling their nostrils with the rancid cheesy stink making them both moan as it overwhelmed their senses. When the fart reached a crescendo Jeremy thrusted against Adrian stimulating both their dicks enough to prompt climax shooting ropes onto eachother leaving Jeremy's chest and head and Adrian's ass soaked, and the room reeking. Jeremy knew the room was old but he didn't remember the paint peeling off the walls before.

Both men fell into eachother giggling over the insanity of their sexual experience but also in relief that they can finally be with eachother.

In that moment Jeremy was hoping that Adrian's new butler services would extend to putting him to sleep with his ass gas every night, but he was sure that he could persuade the gassy butler somehow.

[loveinkfanfics]

Hey it's question anon again. Just dropping by to remind you how much I adore your writing also not to be that person but like ... I wouldn't mind you writing anything about Angel Reyes (I saw that tag girl I'm all for it) because he's a snack if I've ever seen one. Anyway, there's my monthly reminder that I love your writing and appreciate your time and heart put into it. Until next time xx question anon 💋

Hey Question Anon!! :) 

Thank you so much! Hahaha oh man, I would LOVE to write for him. He’s my absolute favorite on the Mayans so far! That face, the hair, the swagger. Just…wow. I love him. And I probably will end up writing something for him here and there, I just need to know more about him (if that makes any sense…). 

I did write this moment with Angela and Angel though because I was talking to @juiceortiz about how EZ was maybe/probably in San Joa the same time the boys were (circa S4). If not, then I like to pretend they were. So here’s a little one shot just for kicks… after the jump.. ;) 

Angela walked out of the SanJoaquin County jail with her skin crawling for the first time since Juice hadgone inside. Her visits usually went by without a hitch. The only annoyingthing about them were the ‘no touching’ and ‘no long kisses’ rule, but theyweren’t so bad. She and Juice had found ways to work around them and the guardsshe had made friends with usually turned a blind eye.

This time was different, though.She’d had a great visit with Juice. Laughing and holding hands, talking likethey did whether he was behind bars or not. It was all good until it was timeto go. The guard who escorted her out was one she’d never met before. She’dnoticed his eyes on her throughout the visit, noticed the way they lingered onher chest. She ignored it for the most part, hoping Juice wouldn’t notice so hewouldn’t smack the guy. She didn’t want anymore time added to his already longsentence; she just wanted Juice out of there already so she could kiss him andhug him and…touch him as much as she wanted without some creepy guard thereleering at them. This guard was worse than usual though. On her way out, he’dtaken her by the arm, pulled her aside, and offered to set up a conjugal visitfor her. He’d taken her stunned silence for interest and explained that for afive hundred dollars, he’d set them up with a private room where they could dowhatever they wanted with the only caveat being that he and some other guardsgot to watch. She’d almost punched him. Right then and there. The only thingstopping her was knowing if she did, she wouldn’t be allowed to visit Juiceagain. So, she played nice. Told him she’d think about it and ignored the wayhe grabbed her ass as she walked by him to leave. Now, all she wanted to do wasgo home and shower, scrub her skin raw.

She was so deep in her own thoughts,she hadn’t heard the motorcycle pull in. Hadn’t noticed the man getting off ofit. “Angelita Ruiz,” the smooth, slightly accented voicegreeted, sending shivers down her spine.

She raised her head, feeling asmall blush rise to her cheeks when her gaze landed on the tall man in hisflannel shirt and cut. He looked good. Damn good. Her girlhood crush came backfull force, making a blush rise to her cheeks. She’d had a crush on the guysince she was fifteen. “Angel Reyes,” she replied, smiling just alittle bit. He pulled her into a hug that sent her heart racing. Jesus Christ,what was wrong with her? “What the hell are you doing here?”

 "Could ask you the samequestion,“ he replied on a rough chuckle. His dark eyes raked over herfigure appreciatively, his head cocked to the side a bit. "You visitin’your primo?”

 “Oh. Um. No. Well, not thistime. I’m actually, uh, visiting my boyfriend,“ she said, hating how lameshe sounded even to her own ears. She was talking too fast and still blushinglike a school girl.

 For a moment, she thought he’d lookeddisappointed, but it could’ve just been her mind playing tricks on her."Oh yeah? He with us or…”

“Oh no. He’s a Son. Juice…ishis name,” she said, cringing to herself at how awkward she sounded.“He’s in with my cousin. They’re sharing a room…I mean, cell, or whatever.He’s um…he’s the intelligence officer, so he does all their computer shit. He’sreally smart and handsome and just…a great guy…and you probably don’t careabout any of that.”

He gave her an amused littlechuckle, shaking his head at her. “No, no, that’s good. Glad to hearyou’re happy.”

“Yup,” she said,shoving her hands in her pockets and nodding like a loser. “What are youhere for? Santo Padre’s a long way from here.”

“Visiting my babybrother,” he answered, shifting a little uncomfortably.

“EZ?” Angela asked indisbelief; last she’d heard, EZ had been a goody-two-shoes with his heart seton going to Stanford. How the hell had he landed up in San Joa State Prisoninstead? She was dying to ask but knew better; she wasn’t a part of the Mayanworld anymore. She didn’t hold the same bond or trust as she had back in highschool.

“Yeah. Got into someshit,” Angel explained on a shrug. He looked her over again, his attentivegaze making her squirm just a little. “Where you been, little one? Felloff the face of the planet for awhile. Esai never explained. Just said he brokeit off.”

She smiled at the old nickname.Most of the Mayans would call her ‘chiqui’ or 'little one’ since Esaistarted saying it so much. The way Angel said it now made her heart do a littleflip. It almost made her forget the fact Esai told people he was the one whobroke it off with her. She fought against rolling her eyes and explained,“Yeah, we um…broke up and I moved to Tacoma for school, graduated, movedto Charming for a job at the funeral home there. I’m a mortician now.”

“Dead people, huh?” heasked, an impressed look on his face. “Good for you. You grew up good, Angelita.Your boy’s a lucky man.”

Angela could feel her face heatup even more. “Oh um…thanks.”

“He ever messes up, give mea call. Be happy to set him straight,” he told her with a wink.

She laughed awkwardly, twistingat her ring. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Was good to see you, midulce,” he said, pulling her into another hug. “Hopefully, we’llrun into each other again soon, yeah?”

 She smiled and nodded.“Yeah. See you around, Reyes.”

 Like I said, I couldn’t resist. That being said, Angela is a loyal girl and would never ever even consider cheating on Juice. He’s her number one, ride or die, and all that good stuff. Its just one of those old teenage crushes that doesn’t really go away. ;) 

[satyrsdontwearboots]

5 de abril

Dear diary, dearest of all my diaries, perhaps it's time for a little bit of self-reflection. You know, something unrelated to meditation or my journey to becoming a human yoga slinky.

Since I started learning Japanese, I guess our supreme omnipresent Googlian overlords have decided it's time to set their all-powerful algorithms into action and suggest me all kinds of videos related to Japanese culture. As I was looking for something to watch, one of those videos caught my eye. The title was something about how foreigners make Japanese people uncomfortable. Hmm... Okay, YouTube-sama, enlighten me. What is it about my very essence that would make it so a Japanese person wouldn't want to exist next to me? Among many reasons, one stood out. One I never would've considered. The smell. Not as in a stinky smell, but the strong scent of perfume or deodorant. Yeah... they very against that. An attack upon their sensitive nostrils. And I think I side with them on this issue. Not that I'd be against perfumes in general, but I've been in a couple of situations where I'm in public and there's someone with a really strong perfume next to me. Usually an older lady. I wonder what's up with that.

So that whole thing got me thinking about the kind of smells I like. Pleasant relaxing smells are nice. Lavender, soap, fabric softener... Gasoline... Yeah, gasoline. Shut up, dear diary! I like it! Leave me alone. But the thing is, when it comes to cosmetics, I much prefer the smell of things targeted towards women. Shampoo, soap, even perfume. So like, isn't the point of perfume that it's supposed to attract the other gender, or something? I'm sure that's not why all people wear perfume, but isn't that what they're supposed to do? Why do I know when I get in an empty elevator, that the smell of perfume belongs to a woman who just left? I guess I'm phrasing this poorly. My most sincere apologies, dearest diary. What I'm trying to say is, why are perfume gendered? I don't want to smell a man on myself. It feels to me like I have a man on me. I'd much rather smell like I have a woman near me. I suppose it wouldn't be very manly to wear women's perfume, but if they knew my reasoning for wearing it, they'd know I am, right? Sure.

Growing up I never felt particularly manly. I wasn't effeminate or anything, but my hobbies were always very different than the other boys I knew. While they were playing soccer, I was riding my bike. While they were watching soccer, I was watching sitcoms. While they were talking about soccer, I was talking to my online friends on videogames. You get the point. There's a lot of things I used to do that never quite lined up with the interest of my supposed peers. And that only got worse as I got older. When they were going out to parties and talking about how many girls they had been with, I was just so uninterested. Something about teenagers wanting to prove they're more grown up that they are, or trying to assert a certain level of manliness was always so awkward to me. Still is. Sometimes I notice them in public and I find it difficult not to cringe. Was I like that??? Probably. Yikes.

And now, back to our regularly scheduled nonsense.

30 DAYS OF YOGA (day 7)

And on the seventh day, He rested. I didn't, however. Earlier today I felt the soreness in my obliques catching up to me as I pulled out of the parking lot on the way to the supermarket. Maybe He was wise to take the seventh day off.

As this week went on, at some points I considered the idea of doing it in a group setting. Like a proper yoga class, or even tai chi. But today I was reminded of why that wouldn't be such a great idea, among many other reasons. Sometimes I have to actually stop mid cobra pose, or whatever, to adjust my junk. Like actually pause what I'm doing and make sure my balls aren't going to be crushed by my thighs or by the weight of my body. I can't imagine doing that in front of people. Or in front of a bunch of middle aged women, which is what American TV has led me to believe a normal yoga class consists of.

Week 1 in the baaaaaag. Namaste!

[aloneandunreal]

february 1st, 2022

i haven't posted in awhile! about four months. you'd probably think that was a good thing since whenever i post on here it means i'm upset, but i actually just didn't have the energy to type out all of my feelings. i guess now i do though. i know nobody reads these, but even when i read some of these entries back, i cringe. it's basically just me complaining and being annoying and talking about the same thing every time. but oh well, it still feels nice to put what i'm thinking somewhere. i had an actual journal i wrote in when i was fourteen - fifteen but i filled it all up. plus, writing makes my hand hurt after awhile. typing is definitely easier. anyway, i've looked through my old journal a couple of times and it's just funny looking back on everything that i was writing. the person i was then. it's very much a journal of a teenage girl, and i love that. some of the writing in there is actually quite good if i can say so myself - there's this one poem i wrote in there that i am genuinely proud of. i wish i had it now, i just remember it was a poem about a boy in my ninth grade english class. i didn't have a crush on him, but he would always look at me. i don't think he thought i was cute, but for whatever reason, it sparked inspiration in me and i decided to write a poem about it/him.

anyway. the journal makes me feel sad in a way whenever i reread it, maybe even melancholic. both because it's weird looking back on the person i was then, and also because of how mean i was to myself. i still am, but it hurts to look at these awful things i was writing about myself at such a young age. it's hypocritical of me to feel sad, though, because i still do the same exact thing as i did then. sometimes i wish i could redo my teenage years. but at the same time i don't. it's a weird feeling. i mean, i still am a teenager technically, but it's just different now that i'm in college. it's not the same as being in your younger teen years. but i don't know why i yearn so much for it when my teen years were some of the worst years of my life. i wish i didn't concentrate so much on the past - but it's extremely hard for me to move on. it always has been. in a year or two, i'll be missing this time of my life, too, despite it not being anything special.

college has been okay. it's spring semester now, i got good grades in the fall semester so i hope the same happens for spring. i still don't have any friends, which is hard. hard because i am lonely, but also hard because it makes me feel like a complete and utter loser. i wish i could just fit in with those in my age range. i always feel like such an outsider. it's just hard for me to make friends, i'm ugly and weird and awkward. it sucks, but it is my fault, so i can't complain much about it when i know i'm the problem. and don't even get me started on romantic relationships...

as i think i mentioned in my previous entry, i feel somewhat jealous (and even bitter) about my high school friends seemingly having such a nice time at college and having friends, yadda yadda. like, i'm happy for them, but it makes me sad because i wish that were me. i wish i could change myself. i want to be a pretty girl that everyone thinks is cool. but firstly, that's impossible. and secondly, i haven't really changed much in years. everyone seems to be changing except me -- piercings, tattoos, new haircuts, fashion, and even personality. i feel like almost the same person i was 3 years ago. i don't know why i can't change. i don't want the person i am right now to be the "final product" if you get what i'm saying. this can't be it. there has to be more than this.

i just feel so worthless lately. i'm not really good at much, not pretty, not very smart. there's just nothing to me, i feel. i have interests, but none that i've turned into a hobby. i wanted to join the radio station at my college but that's just been a mess, i don't even want to get into it. my first show is next tuesday and i don't really want to do it anymore. but then what am i going to? there aren't many other extracurriculars that interest me. ugh. sometimes i think to myself, "what if you just focus on education? you don't need friends or any of that. focus on getting your undergrad, and maybe after that you will finally feel like you have a place in the world." but then i realize i said the exact same thing to myself before my sophomore year of highschool. i wouldn't necessarily say it backfired on me, i did end up concentrating more on my education which was a good thing, but my social life was nowhere to be found. and i thought that my "after" - college - i would change. but no, i haven't changed at all. and that's why i don't know if i should stick with that idea.

i'm very unsure of myself, but the one thing i've always known is that i'm alone. and it feels like it's going to be that way forever. i know that's a bad outlook, but i can't picture myself making good friends or being in a friend group. maybe because i never really have been. i just can't see anyone liking me and enjoying my company. i just want to do normal friend things, but it feels impossible for someone like me. a few months ago, my roommate invited me to hang out with her and her friends. we went out for dinner, and then back to one of the girl's dorms to pregame. they were going to a frat, but i told them i just wanted to hang and then go back to my dorm when they were leaving for the frat. in the time that i was with them though, despite knowing they weren't "my type" of people, it still felt nice to be somewhat included. it's stupid, but some of the things we did, that all of them would consider normal, i've never had. like hanging out with a group and playing games together. doing hair and makeup. one of the girl's even straightened my hair. i've never had that. so it felt nice to finally be able to experience it, despite it being something so minuscule to anyone else.

i believe i mentioned this previously, but another thing i've been thinking about a lot is transferring schools. it's been on my mind ever since i committed to the school i'm at right now. i don't know if it's right for me, but it's hard because what if i'm wrong? and it won't be any easier for me to make friends at another school as a sophomore. people will already know each other and be used to the school, but i'll be new. there's just so many different worries i have about it, but at the same time i still want to do it. i don't know if i'm meant to be here. it's not a bad school by any means, just... i'm not sure it's for me. it wouldn't be the end of the world if i stayed here though, it's not like i completely hate it. i wish i could just redo everything and know what the perfect school for me was. but that's, of course, impossible.

overall, i just want to be somewhat happy. i want to feel like i have a place in the world. i want to like myself. i want the world to be a beautiful place - it sure doesn't feel like it right now. i want friends. and maybe even a partner, but that's pushing it. i want to be pretty. i want all of these things but they seem so far away right now. impossible to grasp. they don't even to seem to be in reach.

anyway, i think that is all for my journal entry tonight. i'm sure there's lots more i could write on and on about, but it seems pointless. goodbye for now.

[uncloseted]

What do you think of boyfriends who follow tons of Instagram models? And pornstars... My boyfriend does this and I find it so weird. I get celebrity crushes and watching porn is normal but like this is so embarrassing right? I told my parents he doesn't have social media because the fact that most of his follows are random women makes him look like a horny teenager. Not to mention the fact that we're in a committed relationship..I get seeing someone hot and being attracted to them as a one off thing, but this feels obsessive in a way that I find creepy. He says it's normal for men to do but idk? I don't think it is, it feels..objectifying and demoralizing in a way? Like you view those women in that way, can you even respect me as a person since I'm a woman too or do you just see me as an object?

I think this is something that depends on the person. Some people feel that their partner following Instagram models is embarrassing or "cringe", while others don't mind it. It just depends on what your personal boundaries are and how you communicate those boundaries to your boyfriend. It's not necessarily that following these accounts is right or wrong, but more about how him following these accounts makes you feel. It might be helpful to have a conversation with him. Lead with curiosity- ask something like, "why do you like following these accounts? What do you feel like you get out of them?" Understanding where he's coming from can help you get a better idea of his position on the situation. Then, you can say something like, "when I see that you follow models on Instagram, it makes me feel like you don't respect me as a person/that you want me to look like these women/like you see me as an object/that you're not committed to our relationship/that I'm not enough for you/whatever it might be." Finally, you can set a boundary, "I'm okay if you follow a few of these accounts, but it makes me feel uncomfortable that you follow so many/when you like their photos/when you comment on their photos/when you slide into their DMs." I think if he's committed to the relationship, he'll respect your boundaries. If he's not getting it, you could ask him, "how would you feel if I followed male models on Instagram?" and see how he responds. Getting him to put himself in your shoes might help him to understand how you're feeling a bit more.