#yea i just finished now and my head is busting open with thoughts

[casiopealistener]

Hobie x reader

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CHAPTER ONE

You were up late, per usual. When you heard a knock on your window, you looked over to see Spider-Punk. He was holding his side, and his mask was a little torn up. It wasn’t unfamiliar for Hobie to do this.

“Alright, let’s get you patched up.”

You said, opening the window as he threw his mask to the ground.

“I’m just peachy. Thanks for asking, you geezer.” He said in a mock-sarcastic tone, with a subtle smile.

“Well, hello there. What is Spider-punk doing there at some random girl’s window?” You were acting clueless and playful, with a teasing smile on your face, knowing how much he hated being called that.

“Well howdy there stranger. Why… might you be a lass?”

He was trying to make a joke, with a grin. Yet, it wasn’t clear if he was joking or not. He often made comments like these, so it was normal for Hobie. Even if that was the case, he was still a charmer.

You just sighed, ignoring his comment, responding instead:

“Just tell me why I should let you in.”

“Who even said I was going to ask? If you think I wouldn’t just bust this window down, I feel like you’d be wrong.”

He said, still grinning and holding his side. He was a punk; he rarely follows rules.

“Oh yea? And if you think I would just let you go in like that without saying anything, I feel like you’d be wrong, Hobie.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’ve got a smart mouth don’t you?” He said, still holding his side, though with a smirk. “You should use it to make a song or something.”

“Oh, there’s something even better I can use it for.” You said teasingly.

“Oh really? What would that be?”

He asked, still grinning. He always had the perfect one liners for these types of conversations. He’s always been a bit of a flirt.

“I think you know what it is, love. Something you’ll never get from me, even if you dream about it every night.”

”Oh my”… you had him. He was taken aback, but he quickly recovered. “You think so, huh? I’ll prove you wrong then.”

He challenged, smirking at you as he spoke in a confident tone. He was almost always confident in his speech.

“Oh yeah? How is that?”

“I’m just gonna have to show you, aren’t I?” He said with a grin, tilting his head to the side. “But if you wanna find out, then I should get inside.”

As he entered through the window, you couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and excitement. Hobie always had a way of stirring up emotions within you. You closed the window behind him and turned to face him, crossing your arms.

“Alright, Spider-Punk, spill it. What kind of trouble did you get yourself into this time?” you asked, trying to hide the concern in your voice.

Hobie chuckled, wincing slightly as he touched his side. “Just a little scuffle with some baddies, nothing I couldn't handle. But I figured I could use a friendly face and some patching up.”

You walked over to your desk, grabbing the first aid kit and motioning for him to sit on the edge of your bed. “You know, most friends would come through the front door or call instead of climbing through windows,” you remarked, feigning exasperation.

He flashed you a mischievous grin. “Where's the fun in that? Plus, you know I like to keep things dramatic.”

Rolling your eyes, you began tending to his minor wounds. As you worked, the banter continued between you, the familiar playful teasing filling the room.

“So, any plans for the rest of the night, oh elusive Spider-Punk?” you asked, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

Hobie leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows. “Well, now that you mention it, I thought I'd take my favorite girl out for some web-swinging action. Care to join me?”

You scoffed playfully. “Favorite girl? I'm the only girl you know, Hobie.”

He laughed, his eyes meeting yours. “That's true, but it doesn't make it any less special.”

There was a brief moment of silence as you finished patching him up. The air between you seemed to crackle with a mix of tension and unspoken words.

“You know, you began, your voice softer, “I worry about you sometimes. You throw yourself into danger without a second thought.”

Hobie's expression turned serious as he reached out to hold your hand. “I know it may seem reckless, but I do it to make a difference, to protect this city. And having you by my side, even if it's just for a swing through the night, makes it all worthwhile.”

His words touched your heart, and you couldn't help but smile. “Okay, Spider-Punk, I'll go on one condition.”

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze locked with yours. “And what's that?”

“You promise me you'll be careful out there. No unnecessary risks,” you said, your voice filled with genuine concern.

Hobie nodded, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. “I promise, love. I'll always come back to you in one piece.”

“Good. No web-swinging for me tonight, though.”

His face decomposed upon hearing your response.

“What? Why?”

“I have exams tomorrow. Need to study.”

“Oh, geez, my bad. Completely slipped my mind. Hope I ain't cramping your style too much, love."

“Nah. Just tell me why I should keep you there and not throw you out.”

He thought of something and smiled widely.

“I can cook spaghetti for you!”

You laughed at the suggestion, and warmly responded:

“I think that’s a good idea.”

As Hobie flashed his widest grin, you couldn't help but chuckle at his offer to cook spaghetti. It was a typical Hobie move, always finding a way to bring some charm and humor into any situation.

“Alright, Spider-Punk, you're on,” you replied playfully, leaning against your desk. “But I warn you, it better be the best spaghetti I've ever tasted, or you might find yourself swiftly thrown out.”

Hobie mockingly placed a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. “Oh, have faith in me, love. I'm not just any punk; I'm a punk with culinary skills. Prepare to be amazed.”

You both shared a laugh, enjoying the banter that defined your friendship. As Hobie made his way to the kitchen, you followed closely, watching as he rummaged through your cabinets and drawers, gathering the ingredients he needed.

He spun around, holding a box of spaghetti triumphantly. “Ta-da! The main event.”

You smirked, crossing your arms. “And what about the sauce? Are you going to charm it into existence?”

Hobie pretended to ponder for a moment, tapping his chin. “Hmm, tempting, but I think I'll settle for the classic marinara sauce. Can't go wrong with that.”

With a flourish, he pulled out a jar of sauce and a skillet, preparing to cook. As he moved around the kitchen, you couldn't help but admire his confidence and his ability to make even the simplest tasks seem entertaining.

While he worked his magic on the stove, you leaned against the counter, watching him intently. The playful banter continued as you exchanged teasing remarks and laughter, each moment deepening the bond between you.

Finally, Hobie presented you with a plate of steaming spaghetti, the aroma wafting through the air. He had even gone the extra mile, garnishing the dish with a sprinkle of grated cheese and fresh basil leaves.

He handed you the plate with a flourish, a proud smile on his face. “Bon appétit, love. Dig in and let me know if it lives up to your expectations.”

Taking a bite, you closed your eyes, savoring the flavors. The taste was surprisingly delicious, the pasta cooked to perfection, and the sauce rich and flavorful. Opening your eyes, you smiled genuinely at Hobie.

“You know what, Spider-Punk? This is actually amazing. You may have just earned yourself a permanent spot in my kitchen.”

Hobie beamed with satisfaction, seemingly delighted by your compliment. “Well, I aim to please. Looks like I've unlocked a hidden talent. Maybe I should open up a Spidey-themed restaurant.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Let's not get carried away. But I must admit, your cooking skills are definitely impressive. Who knew beneath that punk exterior, there was a master chef waiting to emerge?”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “Just another surprise in the long list of things that make me, well, me. But hey, I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's just the beginning of the adventures we're gonna have, love. Spaghetti today, who knows what tomorrow will bring?”

“Well, I hope tomorrow brings a pizza or some really advanced dish. Not that I don’t like your amazing spaghetti. But it’s just… pastas.”

Hobie feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. “You wound me, love! Here I am, pouring my heart and culinary skills into making you a fine plate of spaghetti, and all I get is a desire for pizza?”

You couldn't help but giggle at his mock outrage, finding his playful antics endearing. “Oh, don't be so dramatic, Hobie. Your spaghetti was amazing. But variety is the spice of life, you know?”

He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, I see. So you're saying my spaghetti isn't spicy enough for you? I can spice things up, you know. Add some chili flakes, perhaps?”

You playfully nudged his shoulder, trying to contain your laughter. “No, no. That's not what I meant. Your spaghetti was perfect. I just thought we could explore different tastes together, step by step.”

Hobie leaned closer, his voice a low whisper. “Step by step, huh? I like the sound of that. So, what's the next step on our culinary adventure, love? Any requests?”

You pretended to ponder for a moment, enjoying the flirtatious back-and-forth between you. “Hmm, how about a homemade pizza? I hear you're quite the expert at kneading dough.”

Hobie leaned back, a grin spreading across his face. “Ah, a challenge, I see. You've activated my competitive side, love. Get ready to taste the best pizza you've ever had. I'll make sure of it.”

As the evening continued, you found yourselves deep in conversation, sharing stories, and trading playful banter. Time seemed to slip away as you talked and laughed, lost in each other's company. The night grew late, and Hobie glanced at the clock, a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

“I hate to admit it, love, but I should probably head out. I don't want to keep you up too late. Plus, there are more adventures awaiting us tomorrow,” he said, rising from his seat.

You nodded, a tinge of disappointment mingling with the excitement. “Yeah, you're right. We've had quite the evening. Thank you for the amazing dinner, Hobie.”

He walked over to you, a soft smile gracing his lips. “No need to thank me, love. It was my pleasure.”

You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat.

“Bye, Spider-punk.”

He chuckled. “Bye love.”

As Hobie made his way towards the window, you watched him go, a flurry of emotions swirling within you.

You decided to stop studying, as it was already really late, and made your way to the bed. It was comfortable, and warm, but it felt like something was missing. Someone was missing…

You fell asleep, dreaming of piercings and guitars. What you didn’t see, was the strange spider on your ceiling, with this strange glow on its legs and alarming fluorescent color. And it was slowly making its way to you. And inevitably, it bit you.

[raikoren]

some onions bout the bnha manga since im reading it in jp nao

the more i read of bnha the more i realise. i kind of fucking hate this series. it’s got all the ingredients of the classic old big 3. brilliant art, a cool character here or there (sometimes), bursts of muddled clunky progression but a cool fight to soothe the pacing and the mostly frustrating boring uninteresting pussy story choices! the sloppy sort of toothless writing only shounen jump editors can give me. it really truly reminds me of how i felt reading bleach .. but it hasnt got the same charm to make me forgive it. the artist is really really talented though absolutely adore some layouts especially when handguy is included and we get some cool reaching illustrations. he and his team are commendable for making such polished work week in week out and its genuinely so fun to read from an art perspective and i really like the fact he leans very heavily into a much looser style that makes everything stretch in a satisfying way as if its designed for animation despite being so complex in its illustration.

its one of those series that is painfully mediocre shounen and you can immediately tell that by the fact that even in this hammy nonserious plot, somehow, the female characters still get completely fucking shafted as excpected. they literally do almost fuck all and the big three characters that get the most development and are considered in-universe ‘main characters’ all happen to be male despite the entire main cast supposedly being the absolute best of the best at the best of this top superhero school.

yaomomo is probably one of the most egregious examples. a character whos top of the class, who got in on recommendations (just like the other deuteragonist) with only three other students making the cut and her big character conflict was that she for some reason, felt inferior to todoroki shouto, whose initial character arc revolves around the fact that ‘he’s not trying his best’. it’s notable that todoroki is never considered to be some freak of nature genius in the same way other characters, he’s impressive but there are stronger. but for some reason, his superiority over yaomomo is pivotal to her character. she doubts her own decision making skills compared to his due to losing so badly at the sports festival against fumikage.

now lets see here: this fucking emotionally constipated idiot who is noted in writing to not using his full potential since he has no motivation to actually win, handicapping his own abilities for most of the time due to crippling personal issues, who ALSO completely jobbed at the festival and gave up at the last match against bakugou and suffered a humiliating defeat because he lacks shame and conviction and who ALSO got in on recommendations? todoroki is an interesting character in his own right, hes strong but his flaws are glaringly evident and interesting. but for some reason he gets elevated to this position of being yaomomo’s ‘wall’.

hes not a team player, yes hes notably perceptive but to position the realtionship between momo and him like this it feels like such a pointless angle to work in cause its so antithetical to yaomomos whole characterisation and contradicts her entire background for .. what? shes got such a strong natural-leader type personality or she is attempting to have one despite the author somehow forgetting. yes she’s nervous and panics sometimes, but i think her entire character arc is intended for her to overcome this as the main crux. there is no doubt that yaomomo is strong. she is excellent as a leader, works extremely well in a team, has a level head and every single time we see her the author always brings it back round to the fact she is an excellent strategist and everyone looks to her to make a tactical decision. almost like her entire character revolves around leadership and self-confidence.

but compared to how shes portrayed against a ‘tactician’ like midoriya for example you would literally never guess that about her unless they didnt spoonfeed it to you that yes, this character is supposed to be smart sorry we keep making her look inept despite her entire character skill and ability being completely and utterly centred around this main concept teehee.

even compared to yoarashi (who i love), who also got in on recommendations, she doesnt get the same level of merit in the fiction. shes never truly made out to be a big deal in the same way the others are which not only fucking blows but makes the story more and more of a grating power up treadmill like a classic shounen jump manga without any of the charm or love. interesting characters like yaomomo who have clear visions are easily pushed aside and their traits sidelined to put more emphasis on other characters.

plus when she does get to make a big decision the narrrative acts like ‘oh was it even the right choice?! did we even make it worse!???’ which would be an interesting introspection for the headstrong characters who jump straight into shit, a reprieve from the individual bullshittery they can pull off without consequence but even though we set this character up specifically to make the right tactical decision in a pinch were not even gonna give her that satisfaction of being a HERO in this situation in this hammy feel-good plot cause thats reserved for the cool main character. its truly fucking unbearable. in the next few panels the main big trio of strong characters are making thoughtless decisions left right and centre with no hesitation or comment from the narrative with no internal struggle but here we are .. at what should be the culmination of a character arc that just .. falls fucking flat. for one of the bigger characters in the supporting cast of the series.... man the writing is just so poor.

you could say that trying to set up some linear character development where ‘girl is strong > gets confidence shaken > confidence comes back’ struggle contrasting against her ojou-sama calm and secretly playful demeanour is meant to be interesting and give her depth but honestly its just played straight in the most truly boring way but its ok! todoroki said keep your chin up queen and shes fine now. hes gonna go save aizawa-sensei with no input, no plan and be a hero because being hero is just about being the main character! everyone else can fuck off. she really needed that validation since she most likely will not have her own achievements, being recognised by this moron is her progression as a character despite her own character arc being infinitely more interesting and nuanced.

i do not expect a lot from a shounen manga sir, i came in with middling expectations and to look at some cool art whilst i awkwardly practice my japanese and yet. here we fucking are. i keep reading this hoping we get some comeuppance or some result but man. i feel like bnha is actually one of the series i wont bother keeping up with at all. the practice was really good! dont get me wrong its a great light read but im honestly surprised at how skewed the actual story is compared to fanworks. i just wanted some easy jp practice but i became weirdly invested in this probably cause i have a huge bias with cool character designs and the anime production was so ambitious.

o yea and one other thing. with tsu, ochako and nejire being introduced as going on the hassaikai raid but then completely sidelined at the first boss, essentially being relegated to being the mob charas that fits the thematic needs of that one random villain character it was sooo fucking lame. it really felt like the midboss had more thematic weight than these three girls first big fight. they were truly only there to fit the ‘lust’ theme they couldve been replaced by anyone else with tits.

in that arc too, midoriya definitely stepped on my toes the most since he took up moments that i thought would be more meaningful and appropriate with the other dot-eye dude that fell compleltey flat with him, got to use possibly the coolest fucking villain as a beatstick meter to show idk he had even more of a god mode i guess sometimes thanks to taking eri into battle instead of ykno relying on the other UA students and also giving them time to shine rather than interspersing flashbacks and shit before every meaningful fight to show ‘hey look how much this character has grown’ in the most cop out sort of storytelling. jirou i think at least gets some life written into her with meeting her parents and the ua school festival arc showing her talents and passion but shes barely utilised too and hagakure is a literal noncharacter her gag is barely even included half the time. mina gets some characterisation but even then its in the form of through another male character, kirishima, and in both instances its like the two are fighting for the spotlight of relavance which is a shame cause theyre both cooooooooooooool aaaaaaaa. every single girl character just feels like an ‘add-on’ or an afterthought, even moreso than the already forgotten secondary cast of which the most interesting dynamics and characters libe (denki and fumikage are cool!).

plus one gripe is that literally 5 separate girl characters have the same “oho they have to take their clothes off for their quirk to work ohooohgoho! so nautghty guess it cant be helped” and that just makes me like. you fucking suck at this bro just be horny with your whole chest making them have a flimsy embarassed half-excuse to be horny is lame. if you wanna make horny characters just fucking do it! enough of this stupid preamble you have to shoehorn in to every character every fucking time. just make it slutty and move on. there’s no need to be so annoyingly coy about it. also UA is the best most prestigious hero course and the girls who are going to become the top pro heroes go to their internship and its a fkn beauty commercial and its like. if they were at least building towards some commentary that female pro heroes are treated less seriously than their male counterparts like with mt.ladys flirting and her immediate paparazzi who takes pics of her ass, or to show that to become popular it means some level of corporate gameplaying and fanservice, it could be something but theres literally zero effort to comment or build on it at all its literally just presented as is and played straight. this is what it means to be a girl hero. that’s all. no comment.

i feel like miruko was a half-hearted attempt to remedy the lack of girl heroes that are actually strong and not bg props but its like it just feels like its been written as they go along with no overarching theme, nothing being built on or anything to say and it just feels so unsatisfying to read. characters that are introduced regularly get used at beatsticks to show how strong they are and get obliterated soon after to serve to show how cool and totally serious this new villain is ykno??? its so fucking tired a really classically shit kind of pointless circling narrative, like nothing truly has any weight to it and everything is meaningless before one for alls almighty relevance and power and whatever the plot needs has suddenly always existed lol dont worry bout it bro it was totally always there heres a star wars reference!

imo outside of the mangas art, the best thing about bnha is the anime adaptation with the exception of season4. the concept of having a long running shounen but giving it ample time, and a higher ambition in terms of production value and having a just absolutely fucking solid staff really make the first three seasons of bnha anime. naturally the voice acting and sound is anime standard gold but the production cant be understated it pulls so much of the slack. the direction and pacing of the first three seasons is honestly really well done, it feels like stuff builds up with ample time and we get much more focus on the background characters even in simple ways like introducing new group shots etc that give them much needed characterisation. one of my fave episodes is s3e3 which gives us a feeling of actual life and interaction as the kids train hard and get to spend an evening together having a bbq and its honestly full of just like group shots, framing in a way that really truly makes it a believable group of good kids trying their best at summer camp and gives almost everyone some much needed screentime.

one thing i noted as well is that the anime really likes to drive home important emotional points for certain characters through some great character acting - like yaoyorozus pivotal fight with fumikage is barely a passing glance in the manga whereas the anime really captures her desperation and panic as she tries her absolute best to react to the situation, not giving up even as shes overpowered only to realise in horror shes already lost. theres so much more weight and time given to this match and tbh its annoying that something that is meant to be so pivotal is barely glossed over in the manga since its so important to her future character motivations. it feels like when these moments and the strength of the supporting characters is lacking, the main story beats become more and more blatantly repetitive. some of the best parts of the arc are the bakugo rescue plan but were always served a fresh bland helping of izuku midoriya being the main character over utilising the strengths of other characters in this pivotal situation. it’s not like theres any fear of giving other characters ‘origin’ chapters and handing over the reigns away from midoriya it just for some reason, the author chooses not to really bother fleshing out characters who dont have immediate plot relavance or not the main three which makes the whole cast weaker.

imo even the anime is suffering from the source materials holes and its own slightly shoddy choices in direction with season 4 for some reason deciding to faithfully adapt the awful pacing of the overhaul arc and faithfully make it as dry as possible and devoting a solid 6 episodes to the frankly lame school festival arc despite it clearly suffering for time in the first half. it also includes my new least favourite trope of cutting the sound design completely to a slow vocal track along with the most eye wateringly boring fight pacing it was literally like. sir i want to skip this. you are going to make me watch this stupid fight with the dude whos character motivations got explained to me three seconds ago? with a new power up for green boy? with no sound design so theres even less weight to this whole fucking fight? and youre not even going to let me listen to you say run? how fucking dare you do this to me. the anime adaptation cannot stand on its own two legs with the source material alone. it needs strong direction to patch up the holes or stellar animation to distract me since without either its truly a weak weak show.

i know i already talked about it but really wish overhaul and his whole arc was handled better since i felt like it had promise. the wild shift in tone as i was reading was actually pretty surprising and the whole premise reminds me of how fucking nutty and exciting the yorknew city arc in hxh was for that series. the possibility of building how the actual underworld functions, which is tantalisingly never truly talked about in a world of cartoony heroes and villains was interesting and i was ready to see what organised crime with fucking superpowers could bring to the table plus all the new characters really looked damn cool. but overhaul himself, despite his fucking amazing intro and his title of no.2 in the underworld after all for one was in like 12 chapters and the arc literally served to introduce a plot device then fuck off with all its characters immediately having no impact at all and not even utilising the introduced concepts of the yakuza, organised crime and drugs in the age of quirks in any fuckin way. the majority of development came from fucking flashbacks literally seconds before a fight and they were scarce with anything interesting. like SIR WHAT A WASTE I HAD FINALLY FOUND MY GRIMMJOW AGAINST THESE UNSEXY LoV LOSERS WITH NO CHARISMA AND YET everyone keeps telling me that it was just a weak arc and the others are better. but having read them i think its just emblematic of the sort of writing style which prioritises having cool ‘moments’ for its beloved main character over a a cool interesting solid story that produces amazing moments and has the insane shounen payoff that you expect.  

my closing thoughts are that its at least a solid manga to read whilst eating breakfast a solid 3/10 and probably higher if you like little broccoli boy and for some reason want him to win. which i dont. he has a terminal case of unlikable bland shounen mc syndrome and the worst thing is that he didnt used to be like that, he grew into it. his whole character is such a waste to me, turning him into the chosen special one with the greatest quirk is the most boring path possible for someone who had such a strong desire and conviction to be a hero. that we see building themselves up out of their own merit for most of the series and then suddenly giving him the power of more quirks fucking sucks. having such a ridiculous power and such a devastating payoff kept his fights interesting and i think the fight where eri allowed him to use it at full power with no drawbacks was such a fucking let down. there were better ways for him to grow other than idk more quirks cause hes special. and truly outside of attaining more power to become no.1 he has very little conflict in his character after someone else goes out of the way to instill confidence in him its also very annoying that repeatedly were shown how hard everyone works to get into ua, to become the heroes they want to be but its always dwarfed in comparison to izuku and the whole fucking scene with allmight at the end of the kamino incident being specifically for izuku, instead of a rallying cry that you are next, every one of you must struggle to become the hero that you want to be - to bear the weight of the symbol of peace is not for one persons shoulders alone like its a shame cause the series spends so much time hammering home how these kids are the best of the best, the ones who really truly want it but theyre not really treated with the same regard at all and their struggles and improvement are nowhere near on the monumental level of midoriya.

i feel like the narrative has all the makings of something interesting, but somehow fucking hilariously misses its own point. truly ripping apart the idea of becoming the greatest hero, the ‘symbol of peace’, that becoming a pillar isnt any way for a human to live and glorifying one persons sacrifice for all our sakes isnt right and that the true insiduous evil of hero society is that it makes us truly believe that people are painted in black and white rather than many shades of grey and forces people to take on things they shouldnt, allows certain powerful individuals to enforce their own wills on the world and robs everyday people, the powerless and weak of any agency of how their society works. it acts like heroism is an inherent trait only afforded by the strong and that being anything less than the ultimate hero is a failure even if it means doing awful tings, like throwing away your children giving them mental scars, leaving behind whole families in the name of heroism falling in the line of duty being seen as some great honour, leaving kids to wander the streets since doing necessary but painful things are for better equipped people, right? wash your hands of it and let a hero deal with it. honestly i just want to see a weak supporting characters heroism. that was the charm of early bnha. ive had enough of this blind thoughtless heroism thats presented as the correct one, for the chosen few. i want to see the struggle for it, insatiable longing that you cant help pushing you on, but most of all i want to see the hero you can be in ways that are meaningful but yours alone and taking back the world inch by inch from the common villainy of our society with one person at a time, reaching out to your hand no matter how scarred. to look your dreams in the face and turn your back on them. tearing down the sun, shattering it into a million pieces, but the small shards shine brighter and can be held in mortal hands. but nah izuku is going to be all might super cop 2 dont worry bout it guys. dw he’ll also choose some poor fucking kid to bear this burden after he becomes useless in battle and we can discard him as a person and simply keep him as an icon since the narrative keeps allowing the villains to have valid criticisms against society but always dismiss them since theyre villains you know and youre not meant to actually think about changing society despite your position of power, just enjoy being no.1 whilst your alive and rinse and repeat pog.

i think thats why i can easily see why bakugo and todoroki are so popular through the series as they do take a long time to get through their extremely shitty issues and they are genuinely shitty little teen psychopaths who are horrible fucking bastards. but they grow up and in really tangible gratifying ways. they seem to have as many setbacks as they do wins, constantly fucked over by their own hubris but still finding a way to power through despite it all trying to awkwardly form connections and become better people as well as better heroes and they can not do so on their own. their struggles are treated with gravity and they always acquire some kind of new strength in return but at a pace that doesnt put them miles ahead of their other classmates but definitely feels weighted and substantial to their development. todoroki gritting his teeth but slowly realising that he has a fucking ridiculous opportunity in his hands with endeavours agency and even inviting his friends is monumental in its own way, endeavour texting his son and his son texting back is like. it really does feel like something. its also interesting that as broccoli boy gets stronger he gets subsequently less and less likeable imo like ... sir you are NO shirou emiya. you do not have the range or the sheer trauma to be so dogged and blind in your ideals despite the world you occupy and everyone else around you. i was sold shirou emiya superhero manga with sexy juwabe sunichi teacher and only one of those thigns is true!!!

[adoringhaikyuu]

hello!! i have a bit of a request! could i get oikawa bokuto and kuroo w a s/o who absolutely loves to cook and bake and does so a lot, but always always always shares the food they make? n they kinda slowed down in making food bc ppl arent accepting or wanting the food they make and its making them really down :(

ive been having this issue w my roommates bc i always cook for them w lots of love and they never eat what i make and its,, draining on me,,,,

but yea!! i just want oikawa bokuto n kuroo to make me feel a lil better :( thank u so so so much!!!! i love ur blog n ur writing so much 🖤

THEY AREN'T EATING YOUR FOOD SO YOU STOP COOKING FOR THEM

CHARACTERS: bokuto + kuroo + oikawa + (gn!reader)

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: i hope everything is ok and if not i hope it gets better!! <3 + i tried to make these a little happier ! they all take place over a week + i tried a new format with this we'll see if i stick w it sfkjhg

bokuto:

bokuto honestly didn't not want to eat your food

it's just that he had to go on a new diet for the upcoming season, his trainer and nutritionist told him to try it out to see how it works with him

and the things you cooked and baked were on the no eating list

he just loved when you made food for him, it tasted amazing and he could feel the love you put into it

he was planning on waiting the diet out and stockpiling all the food you made for afterwards as a treat

but he may or may not have failed to tell you that

so when you noticed he wasn't eating the food you left for him when he came home late after practice, you were disheartened and not to be dramatic, but heartbroken as well

deciding not to waste anymore, you simply stopped

turns out, the diet wasn't really working with bokuto, his nutritionist decided it was unecessary since he was getting the same results when he wasn't on it––thanks to his genetics, metabolism and workout routine. if anything he was glad, he was beyond excited to come home and finally eat your cooking again.

he practically ran home with a skip in his step, shouting out cheerfully as soon as he stepped past the front door. "baby i'm home!" he put his things down and took his shoes off, before gliding in front of the fridge to open it. "what's for dinner?––" he trailed off when he noticed there was nothing cooking, maybe you were starting later? he looked through the shelves in the fridge, looking for something to snack on in the mean time and gasped abruptly when he couldn't find the containers of food he'd been saving over the past week.

he closed the doors and frantically looked around the kitchen, opening random cupboards that couldn't possibly keep any refrigerated food fresh.

you walked in to find him searching around like a madman and you paused. "kou? what's wrong?"

he looked up at the sound of your voice and ran over to you, placing his hands on your waist. he kissed your forehead to say hello, despite the pout on his face and the clearly pressing matter on his mind. "hi baby doll. i was looking for all the food that was in the fridge, did you move them?"

you paused, "well i––i threw them out?"

his eyes almost bulged out of his head, "what?! why??"

you were confused by his sudden outburst, it's not like he was eating any of it. "i mean you weren't eating, kou...it's been a week since you've stopped eating my food, i just didn't see the point in keeping it all in there...that's also why i'm not making dinner right now."

he stared at you, shocked and disappointed in himself, he had no idea you were feeling this upset. "oh my god...did i forget to tell you?" your brows furrowed curiously but he simply pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. "i'm so sorry bub––they wanted me to try out this new diet, that's why i wasn't eating! i didn't mean to make you upset! i was even planning on eating all of the dinners i missed afterwards...but the diet wasn't for me so i can go back to eating normally now!"

you pulled back slightly to look at him, not knowing what to say. "oh..."

he gave you a sad smile, "yeah," he brought a hand up to hold your cheek, "you know i love your food––it honestly hurt my heart when they told me i couldn't eat it!"

you cracked a smile and he gave you one right back, "i'm serious!"

you sighed happily, "okay...so i guess i should start making dinner then?––"

he was pulling you over to the fridge before you could finish your sentence, "absolutely! and i'm helping!"

you laughed and started getting the ingredients together, "how about i make your favorite tonight?"

he nodded like a child excited for ice cream and kissed you on the cheek. he wasn't really a chef himself, that's why he left it to you––he didn't want to burn down the kitchen. so he'd mostly be staying by your side, maybe handing you things or mixing things, but you enjoyed his company nonetheless.

you had started seasoning the food when he slid his arms around you from behind, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "hey baby?" you hummed in response and his hold on you tightened a bit. "would you...mind making my favorite dessert tonight too? i've been craving it for a while now..."

you smiled to yourself and nodded, "i'd love to."

he squeezed you and kissed your cheek loudly, "yes! thank you i love you so much!–"

kuroo:

almost every day you sent kuroo off to work with a baked good you made him

he loved them and you loved making them so it was a win-win

you'd put them in a little container with a cute note

and though he knew what to expect each time, they never failed to brighten his day

but earlier this week you stopped by kuroo's office to drop off the treat he'd forgotten to take with him today in his rush out the door

he was in a meeting so his assistant let you into his office

and you felt an ache in your chest when you noticed four of the treats you'd given him this past week all on his desk, unopened

that day, you went back home with all the uneaten sweets and unshed tears aching to fall from your eyes

did he just take them to please you? did he not really want them this whole time? was he just trying to be a good husband?

all these questions flooded your mind, only confusing and hurting you further

but one thing was for certain, you'd stop baking them for him

it didn't make sense for you to if you knew it'd be going to waste

kuroo was beyond done with his day and it wasn't even halfway over. he sighed, loosening his tie as he shut the door to his office, drained from the two hour meeting he'd been in.

thankfully, he had no more meetings today so he could sit and relax while he worked in his office. he sat down at his desk and shut his eyes for a moment, needing to calm down and regenerate himself. he reached over to his left blindly, knowing he'd left the treats you baked him there––things had been getting so hectic lately, he barely had time to eat them, but he was saving them for when he did have the time.

his hand smacked down on the desk three times as he tried to reach for the containers before he finally opened his eyes. his brows furrowed slightly, "what the..." he looked around the desk, opening the drawers and everything before giving up and calling his assistant in.

she knocked on the door and he signaled for her to come in.

"yes sir?"

"hi, do you know where the sweets i had on my desk are? i thought i left them here."

his assistant thought for a moment before perking up, "oh i believe your partner came and collected them while you were in your meeting, sir."

he frowned, "y/n was here? why didn't you tell me?"

"they asked me not to disturb you."

kuroo nodded, "oh alright...well, thank you, that'll be all."

he immediately pulled his personal phone out and called your number, you must have been back home by now.

you saw his name pop up on your screen as you were about to throw out the baked goods and hesitated for a good while before sighing and picking up. "yes?"

you could practically hear the smirk on his face as he spoke through the phone.

kuroo leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke. "you stole my sweets from me? where'd you hide them? or did you eat them?"

he didn't even feel bad that he'd just left them there?––"well you clearly weren't eating them kuroo," the smirk dropped from his face and he sat up, alert. woah––kuroo? why did you sound upset? "they were just sitting on your desk––anyway, i was about to throw them out."

"woah, what?? why would you do that?!"

he was speaking to you but you honestly weren't listening, too annoyed and too hurt to pay attention. "look if you didn't like them, you could have just told me so i wouldn't have to waste hours every day busting my ass to make them for you––were you just throwing them out this whole time, is that it?––"

he shook his head with each word you uttered before realizing you couldn't see him, he was just in complete shock. "what? no no, kitten listen to me, hey listen, okay?" you paused, mostly to catch your breath, but he took that opportunity to speak up. "i love when you bake for me, everything you make tastes amazing. i love eating the sweets you make when i'm at work because they remind me of you and of how much you love me––this week's just been a complete pain in my ass and i haven't had the time to sit down, eat and enjoy your treats, i love them and you too much to just scarf them down in a minute. i need to savor them, you know?" despite the adrenaline running in your body, you cracked a smile. "i finally had some time to myself and i was gonna eat them just now when i realized they were missing so i called you..."

he trailed off and you took that as your cue to speak up. "oh..."

you could hear his smirk again, "yeah, oh."

"so i...maybe...overreacted a bit."

he chuckled, the sound warm even through the phone. "no kitten you didn't, i get why you were upset––but, you should have asked me about it first."

you sighed, "yeah, yeah..." you looked at the open containers in front of you, only now noticing the notes you put in them were gone––he must have taken them out to read them even though he didn't have time to eat––"wait a minute, if you haven't had time to eat..." you could hear him clear his throat awkwardly, "kuroo you haven't been eating lunch?!"

he laughed awkwardly, "um, i mean, i eat after work––"

"that's not the same!" you rolled your eyes, "i'm coming back over there and i'm bringing you lunch and you're going to eat it, understand?"

he poked his tongue to the side of his cheek. "okay, kitten."

you sighed, "you're lucky i love you."

he leaned back in his chair again, "oh could you bring one of the––"

you cut him off, putting one of the already closed containers back in your bag. "already on it."

he grinned, "god, i love you."

oikawa:

oikawa loves your cooking

and normally he scrambles home after practice to eat it

but this past week training was grueling and tiring, so by the time he came out every day, he was drained mentally and physically

and he was starving

he couldn't wait any longer as soon as he stepped foot out of the gym

so he went to the nearest takeout place, bodega, whatever to get something to eat quickly,, for the whole week

he thought nothing of it

but when he came home every night for a week straight saying he'd already eaten when you tried to offer him the food you spent hours making?

it hurt, a lot

so you decided you'd stop cooking

oikawa was aching to go home––he was exhausted and all he thought about to get him through the day was you, your cooking and your cuddles. he needed all three immediately. when his coach said they were all free to go home, he could almost feel a weight lifting off his shoulders.

he sighed loudly as he stepped into your home, peeling his sneakers off and setting his things aside. he padded into the house, going straight to the kitchen and frowned when you were nowhere in sight. he'd come home a bit early today, around the time you were usually making dinner.

he looked around and walked to the living room, smiling to himself when he found you sitting on the couch, looking for something to watch on tv.

you smiled up at him and greeted him, the sound of your voice making him feel warm inside. "hi baby, how was your day?"

he huffed and slid onto the couch, lying down so his head was in your lap. "don't even talk to me about the day i've had––i was thinking about you the whole time." he took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips to give it a soft kiss. "you got me through it."

he placed one of your hands on his cheek and the other in his hair, mumbling a thank you when you started playing with the slightly damp mess on his head. "mm that feels good baby." he closed his eyes and sighed contently, settling in comfortably to your touch.

after a few moments, he spoke up softly, trying his best not to fall asleep. "what's for dinner?"

"um i'm not sure," your eyes were focused back on the tv as you thought for a moment. "what do you wanna order?"

he paused and cracked one eye open, opening the other when he realized you weren't joking. "wha––order?"

you looked down at him and nodded hesitantly, "yeah? like takeout?"

he sat up abruptly and turned to face you, "what? why?"

you paused this time, unsure of how to respond. "well...every night for the past week you haven't been eating my food. i think it's fair for me to assume you don't want my food anymore."

he felt a piece of himself break on the inside, "oh angel..." he grabbed your hands, "no no––i love your food, you know that––i've just been so tired this week, i couldn't even wait to get home to eat, so i stopped by the nearest places with the boys." he scooted closer to you. "i'm so sorry i made you feel like i didn't appreciate what you do for me––i promise from now on i'll drag myself on my hands and knees if i have to to come home to you and eat––"

you laughed and shook your head, "tooru there's no need for that––"

he cut you off, almost offended. "of course there is! i hurt your feelings baby, i never want to do that again!"

you smiled and pulled him in for a sweet kiss that he quickly melted into. you pulled away to look at him earnestly. "it's okay babe. just...maybe tell me next time? i was just worried you were tired of my food, that's all."

he pulled you into his lap and held you tight. "i could never and will never be tired of anything you do for me, i promise." he kissed your cheek. "though it is my fault, i did miss your cooking this week––but if you're not in the mood to make anything i understand and we can still order––"

you shook your head, "i'll make your favorite, okay?"

he pulled you in for another kiss, "i really don't deserve you."

[ughdontbeboring]

Stay

Syverson x Reader (WoC)

Sy adjusts to being home.

warnings: angst, ptsd (?), coping, mentions of war, smut 🥲🤷🏽‍♀️

sidenote: dammint I will finish those other wips before New Years! 😩🥲 this has been on my mind for months and I just did the outline and I hadnt been in the mood to write it but here it is! Its ANGST AF YALL! Ok so I do two things ANGST AND SMUT! Also it’s 2:30 am here and I’m at work sleepy af so yea.

do not use or translate my work anywhere BUT please do like,love,comment,reblog all that good shit if you fucks with it 🤪

Texas.

94°. It was a fucking 94° out, it may be a normal summer evening for Texas, but even after all these years she still wasn’t accustomed to this kind of dry weather, not a fucking breeze of wind in sight. Thank God the sun would be setting soon, the heat was slowly staring to break.

She shut the last bedroom door as she walked to the kitchen passing the master bedroom door, she had just finished cleaning the babies rooms. Both rooms fairly easy to clean since both children were still so young. She could relax now, the rest of the day was for her and her hubby once he finished up outside.

She looked through the cabinets for the snacks to start their binge Saturday. They usually reserved Fridays and Saturdays for their mommy daddy time since some Sundays they meet Sy’s mama for church in the morning and the evening was a big family dinner followed by time spent getting ready for the week. There was always a lot of work to be done on the ranch, though she had her own job in the near by city of San Antonio she made sure to help Sy on Sunday evenings plan the week out for his family business.

She was laying out all the snacks up on the cute tray she had for movie nights when the heavy wooden front door busted open and bounced off the wall, causing her head to snap up. He was moving so fast she hardly caught his imposing figure barreling past the kitchen and down the hallway.

“Sy?”

no response.

“Sy” she said a with a bit louder as she walked toward the hallway he just disappeared down, she could hear distant voices outside and thats when she realized the front door was still open. She moved to close it, wondering what had happened.

Before she could close the door she seen Sy’s riding lawnmower sitting idling in the middle of their lawn. Her mind started to whirl, not again.

One of the ranch workers was talking to another worker before getting off their horse and making their way towards the abandoned machine. She glanced at his face as he sent her a small almost sympathetic smile. One that no matter how kind, Sy would not appreciate. He wouldn’t want sympathy. She returned the small smile before mouthing thank you and shutting the door.

Her palms laid on the door as she took some deep breathes, sending a quick prayer that God would help her get them both past this.

Her body felt heavy, like she could feel the pain, the emotions suffocating the air as she walked down the hallway. Every step closer to their bedroom made her feel like her heart was going to beat right out her chest and die on the floor while she was forced to stay alive just to watch.

When she rounded the corner of the master suite she could make of the sound of a low buzz. If she closed her eyes she would have thought she stopped walking, everything felt at a stand still.

But her feet would not let her stop, her heart pulling her closer and closer to the heart it belongs to. That very heart stopped and squeezed in her chest at the sight before her.

His back was to her. The clippers in his hand, the buzz even louder now. Almost deafening. He was gripping them so hard his knuckles were white. His body tight, the muscles under his damp skin rolling with tension. He looked ready to pop at any moment.

His eyes, oh God his eyes broke her. She could see him staring at himself in the mirror, but his eyes were empty, so far away. No doubt replaying every moment every second of the hard things he had to do while a million miles away from home, from her. The life and duty he had lived since he was just a young man. The men he’s lost to war, the parts of himself he lost, still mourning all of it.

She had to fight back the sob that sat in her chest threatening to claw its way out. She couldn’t even stop herself is she tired as she moved forward to him slowly.

“Sy”

She waited a few feet behind him, standing to the side allowing her body to be fully visible. Though Sy would never hurt her on purpose she didn’t want to surprise him in this state.

“Baby look at me” she pleaded softly.

His eyes slowly moved to hers in the reflection. She moved forward and wrapped her hand around his wrist holding the hair clippers and the other hand resting on his back.

“Buzz?” She asked.

She watched as he shook his head yes.

“Let me help, please” she said in a gentle voice. She took it as an ok when he didn’t move to stop her as she slowly pulled him away from the counter. Once there was enough room she jumped on the large vanity, there was enough room to sit comfortably without her butt falling into the sink.

The past 2 days or so Sy had been slightly off and it made sense now. If she didn’t know the man so intimately she’s sure she wouldn’t have even noticed, that’s how well Sy hide it.

He was breathing heavy but at least he was looking at her now. Eyes watching her as she slowly brought the clippers up to his head. His hair wasn’t super long but it was getting longer then Sy had been allowed to have it since he joined right after High School. She watched the first patch of hair fall and gaged his reaction. His eyes followed it as it fell on her lap, his fingers brushing it off before looking back at her, a small nod letting her know it was ok to continue.

She let out a breathe she didn’t realize she was holding. He wasn’t in the clear but it was the first crack in the ice.

A few minutes later the last patch of hair fell, and she watched Sy look in the mirror, the icey exterior slowly melting, the warmth of a brilliant blue ocean on a summer day swirling back into his eyes.

Without warning the big bear of a man crashed into her, knocking the air out of her. A loud “oof” leaving her as he buried his face in her neck. Inhaling as his hand roamed her body.

“Hey hey, it’s ok baby” she repeated over and over as her hands ran over his tense body and scratching lately at his scalp. Her heart eased as she felt the tension slowly, very slowly start to leave his body.

“Thank you” he said startling her, she let the tears fall, he was slowly coming back.

“I love you” she replied without hesitation “always”.

She pulled him back from her neck to place soft kisses on his neck, working her way up his face, she kissed every inch on his face before landing on his lips. The salty taste of his sweat strong.

“Scooch back baby”

She jumped down from the counter and walked over to the tub. She turned on the water for a shower, her hand checking the temp. Once she was satisfied she walked back over to the father of her children and started to under dress him. She made quick work of his clothes before throwing them in the hamper, sitting his boots on the side of it. At this moment she was thankful her mother was in town and had the kids. They were having a grandparents slumber party at Sy’s mother house on the north side of the ranch.

She tangled Sy’s hand in her before pulling him toward the tub and guiding him in. She pulled her shirt and shorts off and left them on the floor before climbing in the shower with him.

She had Sy rise before working the soap into the loofah she had once she switched with him so she was standing under the water. She could feel her long box braids start to soak as she started to rub the loofah into his neck and shoulders. Taking her time as she working down each arm. She could feel his eyes burning into her.

She scrubbed his board chest and continued down, washing each strong thick leg and washing over this man hood, trying not to pull too much as she felt him start to harden slightly in her hand. She clenched her legs at the feel of his heavy cock in her hand.

Focus you hoe she lightly scolded herself.

She worked her way back up and ran up his chest, her eyes watching the suds before going over his neck and down his back. Her body pulling closer into his as she scrubbed his back. Her breathe hitching at the feel of his semi hard cock against her.

She quickly washes up while Sy rises off, his hand going to cup her breast. His thumb working over he nipple, soapy suds dripping down her full breast.

“Fuck” she moaned. Sy needs you YN! Her brain yelled, right now was not about her.

She had Sy lay down in the tub, they made sure from the beginning when the house was being built that the tub was big enough for her bear. Once Sy is comfortable, she crawls on his lap, the soap making her extra slippery.

With her straddling over his hips she grasp his cock in her hand, giving him a few strokes to get him from semi hard to just where she needed him to be. It didn’t take much, Sy’s cock growing harder and harder.

She sunk herself down into his length, slowly taking him inch by inch. They both groaned. Sex wasn’t the way to work through this, well not alone. She need Sy grounded and this was one of the ways that worked for them, after and when he was ready he would talk to her. For right now, she wanted him to feel her, ground himself, root himself deep inside her.

Once she had Sy full seated inside her, she let out a hiss at the stretch, it always took a moment to adjust. She slowly lowered her face to his. His gaze intense as he watched her every move.

Her body starting to rock, as Sy’s hand gripped her hips, pushing her into a pace he needed. Her breast brush against his hard chest as they stared into eachother eyes.

That cold ice that had went up so quick was slowly coming down more and more. She could start to feel the warmth from his body again, his body relaxing under her touch.

“I’m here, your here, your never going back so please stay here, all the way here” she whispered.

His face scrunches up for a moment as his eyes swell with unshed tears. Early retirement that been harder on Sy then they thought it would be. It wasn’t the worst case but he still had his moment here and there. That need to cut his hair as if he was going back a urge he couldn’t fight when he got like this.

It was a tell tale sign to her, their family and friends, when Sy showed up with a fresh buzz cut.

Her hips rocked harder as Sy started thrusting up into her. The feel of her tight pussy I’m gripping him in this moment just so overwhelming.

“Feel me Sy, your home baby and your gonna stay home with me and our babies, we’re all safe because of your sacrifices” she said as the tears rolled down her face again. She needed to remind him and she would whenever he needed to hear it, “you’re safe”.

“Fuck Suga” his hoarse voice said as she laid her forehead on his. Her lips pecked his check before falling to his neck, sucking gently before whispering in his ear.

“I love you Sy, you’re everything to me”

Sy groans as his fingers dig into her hips, his thrust becoming more brutal as he chased his release. She gripped his cock, her own orgasm nearing. Her mouth falling open, Sy took the chance to lick into her mouth before bitting her lip. The water from the shower head making the slapping of skin sound louder in the bathroom.

“Fucking dammint I love you more darlin’, you’re my life” He said, as his cock swelled, his milky cum spurting into her waiting warm cunt.

“Oh fuck Sy” she moaned out as her own orgasm ripped through her. Her cunt gripping at Sy’s large velvety cock. His thrusts still working them through their orgasm as her body tensed, the pleasure so overwhelming.

Sy’s thrust slowly came to a stop as YN rolled her hips gently.

She grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her. The shower water still hot as it rain down on them. Sy’s cock soften inside her.

“I know it wasn’t easy and it felt like hell on earth, the things you saw and did made you feel like you didn’t deserve it, that notice that you would be coming back for good but thank you for coming home to me, to us, you deserve this, you deserve all of this” She whispered a few inches from his face. Neither one of then wiped away the tears that blended into the shower rain.

“Bug, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me”

She smiled while cradling his face in her hands, her thumbs running over his bearded cheeks. His ocean eyes coming back to life.

Well damn

also!!!

henry would drop a sweaty selfie while Im posting this 🥲

[adi06lena]

Well not everyone makes it home alive

Summary: someone gets taken and secrets are spilled 

Natasha x reader(romantic) although that's not the main focus)

Tony stark x reader(platonic)

Warning: child loss(idk why i write about it do much), kidnapping, tony being an ass,. Also pepper just doesn't exist lol let's just say Morgan was a one night stand with some random woman

word count: 2200

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Morgan was kidnapped again. Everyone treats it as though it's a normal thing, and I'm always left to go rescue her. Does she usually come back okay? Yes. but she shouldn't have to go through that as often as she does. It's hydra for god's sake they could do anything to her, and tony could care less. 

But as i said before she’s been taken again. And that's why I'm in this hydra base. There are not many guards, so it's quite easy. It smells like the one i grew up in, that makes a shiver run down my spine. That's usually how it is. I grab her and she clings to me for dear life and then we go home and then, she runs to her dad and it happens all over again a week later. 

As I'm rounding the corner I hear a scream. Oh no. They've always threatened to hurt her but no one ever thought they'd actually do it. As soon as I bust the door open there she is strapped down cuts all over her with a few men surrounding her. They all turn to me.

“Oh you again”

Oh my god this bitch. I use my powers to protect Morgan from them and so she can't hear or see us and connect to her mind to tell her it's me.

“Yea it is dick head and im about to whoop all of your asses.. Again”

I jump first grabbing my electric baton and go for the one on the left as he's pretty small and hitting him  in the head knocking him out. That might leave some damage at least I hope. I only kill when I need to but to me a child is in danger so it's needed.

 I grab my knife for the next, he's a little bigger, maybe 190lbs so I go for his jugular, and blood shoots everyone including me. He's down.

Last one. i pick up my baton again. He tries getting in a fighting stance but im on him before he can finish. I quickly swing the baton shocking him and he stumbles back a bit giving me the chance to get on his shoulders. I throw the baton and pull up his neck until I hear a snap. He quickly goes down and I get down landing in a fighting pose and quickly getting up mumbling “that was disgusting”. I see Morgan and she's calm for what she just went through. I take off my powers and she starts crying. I quickly run over.

“Oh honey, I'm so sorry. Come on, let's get you out of here okay?”

I hear her mumble a quick “yes please” that gives me the okay to pick her up. She clings to me and hides her head in my chest. I quickly navigate my way out of the building and make my way to the jet. I'm the only one on this mission and Morgan is in really bad condition this time so I don't think I'll be able to fly it. I make my way into the jet. I quickly go to the front and set my destination to the compound. 1 hour till we're home.  

After I'm done, I quickly grab some medical supplies before walking to the medical bed in the middle of the room and set the supplies on the bed before trying to put Morgan down. She protests

“No!”

“My love you're okay, you're safe now”

She doesn't budge, so I just sit down and try my best to patch her up till we get home.

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When we arrive nat is the only one waiting. No sight of tony. I swiftly walk off the jet. Nat can tell by my face that I'm pissed and sees morgan.

“They actually did something?”

I ignore her, choosing not to answer. She just walks beside me as I make my way to med bay. Nat jogs ahead ,I assume to tell Banner or Cho and alert everyone. Still no tony. Morgan has been silent this whole time, usually she would be asking for her father but she's just clinging to me.

As I walk in I see nat talking to Cho. I walk over to one of the beds and sit with Morgan in my lap rocking her back and forth. Nat and Cho walk over.

“I need to get i good look at her, do you mind putting her down”

I mutter a small “i can try” while standing up. As I try setting her down she clings to me tighter. Doctor cho tries

“Morgan honey, I need you to let go of Y/n. Can you do that for me?”

“No!” 

Okay. I'll try then 

“Hey honey how about I turn you around?”

 I brush some pieces of hair out of her face and kiss her forehead. Nat just watches with a smile on her face.

“Can you do that for me?”

“You won't do anywhere momma?”

Shes called me momma before. I shrug it off for now and hold her a little tighter.

“No my love, I'll be here, I just need you to turn round okay?”

She slowly starts to turn and grabs my hand and moves fully around but turns her head back to bury in my neck. I can't help the tears that well in my eyes. Nat sees this and grabs my free hand. Cho lays all the things out.

“Okay sweetie, I'm gonna get started okay? It might hurt a little”

Morgan doesn't say anything so Cho starts. All I can hear are her pained whimpers and cries. I can't help but let a tear slide down my cheek. Nat notices

“Babygirl, you're okay, she's okay, she's safe now okay? We're never gonna let it happen again okay?”

All I can mumble through shaky breaths is “okay”. 

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It's been an hour and only Wanda and Steve have come in to check on her. No tony. She is all patched up now, and is sleeping in my arms as I lay in the hospital bed. She still refuses to let go of me. Nat walks in. 

“Is she still asleep?”

“Yeah, she's had a long day so she's out cold”

I don't look at nat. I just don't understand how you can let that happen to your child and then not show up to support them after all of it. Children are a hard subject for me. So nat knows when I'm called to get Morgan it hits me hard, she doesn't know why but she still supports me so i can support morgan.

“What are you thinking Y/n?”

I let tears fall again. 

“How can he just not care about her? He's not even down here, he is not here to support her through this. We sent him messages and called and he just ignored them. How can you do that to your child?”

Nat walks over and sits next to me and wraps her arms around me and morgan.

“I don't know my love”

How could he be so ungrateful? He got her back; some of us don't get that. 

“Do we even know where he is?”

“Not for sure but im thinking the lab”

“Can you go get him for me while I get her off?”

“What are you gonna do if i go and get him?”

“I'm just gonna talk okay?”

Nat just gives me the look. I don't even believe me. I sigh

“Nat i see her as if she is my own okay?  and no one messes with my family without consequences. Tell him to meet me in the conference room”

Nat just smiles 

“Okay i'll go grab him but go easy on him okay?”

“I'll try, but my momma bear might come out”

She just shakes her head while getting up. She kisses my lips then my forehead

“I'll be right back babygirl”

She leaves. 

Morgan is still out cold so I swiftly slip her off of me and tuck her in. i make sure to tuck her little bee in as well. I got him for Morgan on a mission from a little shop for her birthday.

Then make my way to the conference room. There he is, he doesn't even look sad or worried, he looks...annoyed. His child was just tortured and he doesnt care? I push the door open, and see nats still in here.

“Hey jackass”

“Why am I here Y/n”

“Wow , seriously tony?”

“What?”

“Did you not look at any of the calls or messages we sent? Your daughter was kidnapped by hydra again. She's down in medbay with many cuts and bruises”

“Okay what do you want me to do about it”

“Go and support your child god dammit!” 

I dont yell, I'm usually a very calm and collected person. Even nat is surprised by this. Tony stands walking towards me now, nat stands to be safe. 

“Why do you care so much about it Y/n?!” 

“Because it's a child we're talking about here! A five year old child!”

“Yeah and she's my child!”

“Then start acting like it tony!”

I'm so frustrated, he says he is her father but never acts like it. I'm more of a parent to her then he ever is. 

“You're never there for her Tony, don't you ever wonder who takes care of her? I'm more of a parent to her than you ever are. I make her breakfast, i clean up the spilled milk from the floor because she got so excited because i made her pancakes-which are her favorite by the way-, i'm the one who bathes her, i'm the one who stayed up all night when she got chickenpox, i've done so much more that you don't know about”

He's just silent for now. Natasha is just standing with a proud smile.

“It's not a big deal Y/n, i've just been busy”

“For five years tony??”

“Do you even know when all of her first were? No you don't because i raised her because you didn't want to”

“Well i'm here now”

“Well you don't get to just pick and choose when you want something. She almost died today and you don't even care”

“It's not like they actually killed her, I can still raise her!”

“Well not everyone gets that chance tony! I would kill to have my daughter back but you can't just bring people back so be grateful that she made it back alive tony because not everyone does!”

Both Natasha and Tony stare at me in silence. No one -not even nat- knows i had a daughter at hydra. 

“That shut you up” 

“You know she calls me momma?”

“No”

“You wanna know something else? She didn't cry out for you this time, she clung on to me because she knows you'll never come for her” 

Nat moves to stand next to me and wraps an arm around my waist. I lean into her hold.

A tear slips from my eye. 

“Oh god”

The realization hits him..finally. 

“Yeah you fucked up, so much so she found a real parent. Me. and that will never change. So you get one for chance to be a father before you get some papers in the mail buddy” 

He quickly rushes out of the room, I assume to Morgan. Maybe he’ll actually try this time. He has a lot to learn but I’ll teach him. 

I see nat staring down at me out of the corner of my eye. 

“What?”

“Nothing” 

“No there's something, what is it?” 

“You kinda went momma bear on him” 

I move from her hold and look up at her

“And there’s something wrong with that? If Someone messes with my cub, you'd be an idiot to think I wouldn’t give them a talking to Natasha” 

 She wraps her arms around me again.

“No no that’s not it-you had every right to do that though- I just thinks it’s sexy when you get angry” 

I blush at her confession and hide my face in her neck, making her laugh.

“I’m proud of you momma bear”

I can’t help but laugh

“Thank you natty. it's gonna be even worse when we have kids” 

“Oh I’m counting on it my love” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/n: i wrote part of this while having a tic attack so sorry if it sucks i'll update it soon with it semi edited(although i think it's fine) and had no idea how to end this so I hope it’s fine also I don't know how I feel about letting tony have another chance so i might re do that part in the future

Anyway i hope you guys enjoyed it!!! 

Remember to drink some water and have something to eat!! 

Have a good day/evening/night!!! 

~Adi out<3

[jiminrings]

petition for stem koo to do all the things for oc he originally said no one does (make her lunchboxes, makes her cheerful...) bc i think that’s a beautiful redemption arc

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

jungkook's day one of his redemption agenda doesn't go that well in the end

"namjoon!!! my man. got any updates for me?"

seokjin strolls coolly on the way to his office, hair slicked back and his dress shirt definitely missing more than a few buttons

what's head admin gonna do??? dress-code him???

fire him???? PLS HE'D BE BETTER OFF!!!!

jin makes student affairs his bitch,,, not the other way around

"for the last time, i am nOt your secretary!!" namjoon stresses as he ceases his typing just to glare at him

he's the university registrar and everyone needs to go through him and at this point he's like a historical landmark from how he's made impact in less than two years

and he and seokjin graduated from the same batch!!!! they're the uncanny always pair for the subjects they shared together

it was definitely weird but functional lol cause one is uptight yet hardworking and the other's relaxed yet smart

sue them for working in the same place they swore they'd never go back to after graduation </3

"if you say-"

"some kid's been waiting for you even before i opened the office. made him sit inside but i just told him that he'd be expelled if he even tries to touch your coffee machine."

namjoon says even before jin could finish the sentence, clearly holding that in until the last minute

jin's obviously a lil annoyed because he's starting work as early as now but the way that joon laid all that out on him is a highlight for him

"thanks. knew you're a secretary for me first and a registrar second."

"no. i'm a national citizen before-"

alright alright he's not listening anymore

this bETTER be important because jin has to hold out his morning routine for whoever this kid is

"what can i possibly do for you today?" he rubs his eyes in preparation, intentionally dragging his steps because just looking at how near he is to his work computer gives him vertigo

"mr. kim!!!"

no

there is no way

there is no fATHOMABLE way that this has got to be happening to seokjin right now

"..... jungkook. what a pleasure."

he sits on his chair, voice gritted and monotone and he could just feel his eye twitching, his clenched fist under his deck now flipping off the kid in secret

it's a last-minute realization that he grasps that jungkook doesn't know you're his friend and it presents some really unique vantage points

like the time that seokjin recounted about a ridiculous student's filing for theft of his lunchboxes and he turned out to be your crush

or when he used his student affairs capabilities and pulled up resources left and right when jungkook broke your heart then seriously contemplated about messing up his academic record

or that time when he delivered a high and sleepy you to bed and then heard the entire conversation (if you could even call it that) between yoongi and this fucking nerd

"i need your help, mr. kim. you're the closest one to me i could ask!!" jungkook pleads desperately, the big doe eyes not really inducing an effect on him whatsoever lmao

"mhmm. i may not be the person for the job. counseling is right next door."

jin hums without even attempting to get jungkook to elaborate because for all he knows, his services aren't exactly open for people who hurt his friends >:(

(a guy once bumped shoulders with yoongi twice on the same day with aTTITUDE!!! and seokjin just dismissed the dude's concerns when a prof of his, who's a buddy of jin's, suddenly gave him an F)

seokjin IS student affairs

“no, no. you’re the only one who can help me!! you see, i-i just feel this brotherly connection with you and-“

“we talked once.”

god what did you used to see in this kid??

a crybaby aND an easily-attached personality to him? god it’s like jungkook’s just asking jin to pick on him

jungkook doesn’t seem to pick up how jin’s making it obvious he really doesn’t want to be of help if it has something to do with him

he likes interrupting and jin’s just the perfect match to interrupt him even earlier so now they just sound like one of those dubsmash snippets

“MR. KIM!!! how do you make lunchboxes? i don't know how.”

jeez where are his manners :O aren’t nerds like him supposed to worship the ground that admins walk on,,,

but what did pique his attention is the content of what jungkook just said

.... lunchboxes?

jin doesn’t want to give the kid benefit of the doubt because the last time he did that, you got hurt!!!!

if he has to hear hyeji’s name one more time, he’d really waste no time in stripping jungkook’s name from the honor roll

“remember that time i thought someone was stealing my lunchboxes?” he quizzes jin like it’s his job, clueless how he’s poking the bear even more with where he decides to go with this, “yeah. turns out no one was.”

was that not made clear the first time around!!!!!! he knows for a fact that a uni student would trade a classmate for a pack of gum but nO ONE would go for stealing a lunchbox

no one wakes up one day and decides that they’d steal a lunchbox. literally none

“but then this random girl claimed that it was hers a-and well i-...”

kook pauses to gauge jin’s reaction, clearly seeing now the one brow that’s raised at him

oh so if jungkook just asked him how to make a lunchbox, and he called h-word random,,,, then that would mean-

“i may have hurt the original giver of my lunchboxes at the process.”

.... that means he’s asking how to make a lunchbox for you

well that was a pleasant surprise

seokjin snorts briefly at that, dryly chuckling with his eyes widening to stress out his “non-threat” that’s pretty mUCH a threat

“wow. i might just give you a sanction for that.”

does he think jungkook’s a good person? lol he has to think about that for a month

was he wrong for hurting you that way? ultimately yes

but did he think at some point that jungkook’s completely heartless and wouldn’t try to redeem himself to his senior? no, not completely

but is he still on your team, regardless if the kid begs for mercy and you forgive him? yea a hundred percent :D yoongi and seokjin could never be brought out from your circle

"and you're doing this why?"

this is a no-brainer question for jungkook but the question still spooks him, feeling the chills at his neck that responding to seokjin is like a sTEPPING STONE when it comes to you

lmao if only he knew

"i uh, i just really wanna make this right. i messed up completely and it's pretty much unforgivable, but i atleast wanna try and give my best even if she doesn't forgive me, y'know?"

interesting

"mhmm. right, right."

???

he's still mad but he appreciates that jeon's doing the bare minimum of redeeming himself

speaking of, the poor kid looks like he's pissing himself because he may have just embarrassed himself with how long the silence stretches out

maybe,,, just maybe jin's gonna try and be a bridge this time

but like as soon as jungkook lacks for a fourth of a second, seokjin would BURN that bridge faster than a blink

"well first of all, you buy a lunchbox."

RIGHT RIGHT

:O

jungkook grabs a literal pocket notebook and jin pretends he didn't see that because WHO the hell does that!!!!

"of course... okay, proceed!! i'm taking notes," jungkook nods in understanding, jotting down the very important advice of not ordering from online because you can't smell the material through a screen

p.s. smelling containers before you buy them is a VITAL thing to do!! it already tells you about the quality at the first sniff

"are you buying one?"

"buying one for every day of the week. i'm thinking if i should get extras too-

"good idea. i recommend buying eight."

alright seokjin's mentioning some very specific colors and schemes and jungkook's not complaining!!!

MAYBE HE'S ONTO SOMETHING!!!

"what meals should i make? i don't even know what she likes!! and even if i knew what, how would i make it?"

why is his heart racing

yoongi may have taught you how to do your taxes but jin taught you how to cook food that's more than four steps!!!

he taught you how to not flinch at all when you're frying and that's the equivalent of raising you to be the woman that you are now <3

look at him and yoongi being your best friends!! teaching you about taxes and being unnerved at cooking oil and busting out a smoke ring or two <3

in fact, the lunches you've cooked for jungkook are all inspired and derived by seokjin!!!

the fact that jungkook's plan isn't bad and the way everything pieces together with his insight,,,, goosebumps luv

"....hypothetically? what i think she'd like?"

jungkook eagerly nods with stars in his eyes, fingers gripping onto his pen for dear life as he tries to channel all his listening techniques into this lecture

"get a bigger notepad."

:O

wow

"look at you!!" yoongi gushes the moment he sees you, waiting at you from the front door

you're going back to your classes again :D

you don't look as worse as you did four days ago!! you're not as sluggish and as animated too

"please don't," you snort as yoongi doesn't seem to stop looking at you like you've saved the world, giving no fight when he insists on carrying your backpack to your first class of the day

the past four days,, yeah they were undoubtedly rough

you slept as much as you could and for the moments you weren't dejected enough to be awake, you spent it surrounding yourself with seokjin and yoongi as much as possible

that's the beauty of hanging out them!!! you're not required to have a single thought lmao

except for the time when yoongi wondered aloud how eels even live and die (or if they even do???) in the first place and that sent everyone in a spiral and you didn't think of jungkook for a single seconds

you're not intimidated to go back to regular programming or with the fact that it's nOT unlikely you'd see a glimpse of jungkook in the hall and such

but that does mean that even if you're the bigger person, you're still gonna avoid him for as long as you could

speaking of!!!! you're looking for the person now that you're eager to find

"taehyung!!"

there he is :D you'd recognize that fluffy mop of permed hair anywhere

"y/n!!"

tae jumps over chairs in excitement to finally see you again after being so worried for you, engulfing you in a hug immediately

alright you see why yoongi thinks he's a golden retriever

you're clearly not a touchy-feely person but you'd let this one pass,, tae helped you (even indirectly) throughout your downtime anyways

"thank you so much for the cookies. i tried taking smaller bites just because i didn't wanna have them disappear that easy," you confess sheepishly, knowing how you had to pull the i just got my heart broken like two days ago multiple times so the two menaces would stop stealing from your stash

:D

jungkook's excited!!!! seokjin may have given him a tip that "he felt it in his gut" that you were gonna go to class today

he came a little late because he wanted to perfect the very loaded lunchbox that's in his backpack right now

oh weird

you're not in your usual chair

bUT jungkook sees a glimpse of your hair and he's certain that you're there and his heart may be beating out of his ribcage

a baby peach lunchbox with a sticker (of what seokjin said he thought you'd like) on the middle of the lid :D

pork katsudon with furikake rice aND coffee jelly pudding on the side!!! it was definitely pressure-racking to strictly adhere to jin's recipe but god does it look worth it

jungkook's only did miniature taste tests on it and he had to stop himself from devouring the lunch that he's made specifically for you

the lunchbox itself is tied neatly with a silk wrap, adding his touch of sewing your name visibly on it aND there's a scribble taped to the lid too

god jungkook really can't wait to make it up to you

sheesh that was one of THEE longest lectures you've ever felt you had

it was actually the same amount of time it's always been but maybe you've been out of practice from just staying at your dorm for days

tae's great company but he could be a little bit chatty!!! you just nod when you feel his voice go up and he apparently gets excited by that easily

.... he apparently also has a small bladder and he told you that within the whole hour of class

"hold on. i gotta pee before next period. go without me!!!' taehyung hurriedly slings his backpack to his arm, looking ridiculous in a rush

tae's sometimes unintentionally funny because you don't even share next period anyways

you're on your way to the exit when a shiny scarf catches the corner of your eye, having to squint at it because wow does it look pretty

is that-

is that your nAME???

you pick it up before you could even rationalize it, realizing then what it was wrapping when you feel the warmth on your hands

:")

"sorry i forgot my headband!!!"

taehyung stumbles back into the room, catching his breath to run back to his seat and fetch the headband he took from his hair to play with awhile ago

he looks shocked to see what's on your hands, flicking his gaze between you and the item but he doesn't think much of it

wOW that's a really shiny scarf!!!

"tae?"

"hmm yeah? what's up?"

he's about to jog back to the comfort room because he hasn't really relieved himself yet, not bearing to leave his headband in the room when anyone could snatch it up

you raise your lunchbox, a thankful gaze on your eyes that looks so close to crying which is why tae's mORE than lost now

"thanks for the lunch."

..

.....

jungkook could only helplessly watch.

[sirsleeps]

typical occurrence pre-movie nights. | sbi & gn!reader

Hi 😈 anon!! I hope that this satisfies all of your conditions, and that there were enough sbi chaos for you…. though I think I stuck to Mr Blade a bit too much (to which I’d just like to apologize for :(() thanks again for requesting this! It’s been a lot of fun writing it (though I’m not gonna lie, the movie of choice really gave me so much freedom I really couldn’t choose which hence) hope you enjoy the fic! :D

request: [by 😈 anon] “Hello! Do you think you could do a SBI x Gn! Reader! The SBI have a movie night and invite the reader! You can do any type of movie! (Maybe a horror one!) I just think it would be chaotic! You can do a one shot, Hc, or small scenarios! Whatever you want to do!”

pairing: sbi & gn!reader

warnings: swearing, potentially ooc sbi, not beta-read

word count: 1.4k

There were a few unspoken traditions that took place every Friday evening.

It was a time where everyone within the SBI family would put down their work and rest to get together for their weekly movie night. Whether they were far away from home, busy with work, or doing some laborious, mundane task, their chores would be held on pause for that evening. And if, for some apparent reason, one is unable to physically attend the gathering, then they would all host it on a computer so that one could watch along.

As per usual, (name) was in charge of bringing the drinks to the weekly movie night. This was typically because (name) didn’t live with the formerly mentioned, nor were they a household member of the SBI despite being given the decision to move in with them. With a couple bottles and cans of assorted drinks in their tote bag, they unlocked the front door.

Walking in they were greeted by Techno, who looked like he was anticipating their arrival, and the sound of squabbling. ‘From Wilbur and Tommy, no doubt,’ (name) thought.

“Hey Techno, I assume we’re going to spend the next half hour arguing about which movie to play again?” They asked, handing a couple of cans and bottles to him.

The rhetorical question emitted a laugh from Techno. By the number of times (name) was invited over for their movie nights, arguing over the movies to show is a habit that never changes. At this point, it’s become such a common occurrence that it would feel weird if neither Wilbur nor Tommy bickered over which movie to screen.

“Ehh… it is what it is.”

“So, how are you?” (name) laughs as they hauls the bag of drinks over to the table near the bickering duo.

“We met up not even two days ago, I don’t think much would’ve changed since,” Techno rolls his eyes, “but s’alright, I’m doing well.”

Though their attempt to drown out the bickering in the background was futile as Wilbur turned his head towards (name) and Techno demanded for their input on the movie choice, which made them sweat, anticipating the flurry of questions that were bound to be sent their way.

“(name)! Tell Tommy that we shouldn’t watch Into The Spiderverse, because we always play it every movie night!” Wilbur exclaimed, pointing a finger to Tommy.

“We do not!! Stop exaggerating, Wilbur!” Tommy cried in retaliation, “(name), tell him that we aren’t watching the Fantastic Beasts Series because it’s shit!”

With a dramatic gasp, Wilbur quickly turned back to Tommy. A series of ‘how dare you’, ‘take that back’, and further incessant shouts of why either movies of choice is-good-and-should-be-watched-again, were exchanged. (name) quickly glanced between the two, their hands up to grab any stray jabs as they tried to break up the ‘fight’.

A wave of exhaustion soon came upon them as the two subconsciously ignored the peacemaker, trying to one-up the other with their playful insults. Letting out a heavy sigh, they took a step back seeing their fruitless attempt to settle down the squabble. They looked at the two with tired eyes, Techno right behind them, cracking open his beverage, enjoying the show.

“So how long has this been going for?”

“Uhhh, about twenty minutes or so, give or take.”

“..Rright. Where’s Phil? I thought he’d be here to break up this uh.. soap opera…”

“He’s microwavin’ some popcorn,” Techno took a big gulp from his drink, “wait, isn’t this his turn to choose the movie?”

“I… think so??”

(name) furrowed their eyebrows, turning their head to Techno, before looking back at the two infront of them. Their hand reached in their pocket to bring out a phone, sending a quick message to Phil about the query. A few seconds had passed between them before a reply was given.

‘Yepp’

‘What are we watching tonight?’ (name) asked once more.

‘We’re finishing off whatever we have left on IT… then onto its sequel’

‘K’

Moving over to the couch, (name) whispered, “Should we tell them that neither of their movies are going to be played?”

“…Nahh,” Techno dragged on, pleasantly amused by the ‘soap opera’ as (name) puts it.

“Well as fun as it is, I’m gonna need them to stop screamin’ their lungs out—”

“What?! No, why would you do that—”

“—before we get our asses busted.”

(name) finished, getting up from their seat on the comfortable couch, before moving over to Tommy and Wilbur, to once more attempt to settle the trivial argument. They gave Techno a side eye, gesturing to help them in case anything ends up broken.

“Tommy, Wilbur,” they started, only to be cut off by Wilbur mocking Tommy with a squeaky voice.

It didn’t end there, no, in fact, anytime they tried to start or complete their sentence, they got cut off either by Tommy’s shouting or Wilbur’s imitation of what the latter sounded like. With a heavy sigh and a facepalm, (name) went back to Techno, drink in hand, and plopped down on the couch. This time, absolutely done with the mess in front of them.

“That was hilarious.” Techno commented.

“Oh shut up, smartass,” they grumbled, taking small sips from their bottle of coke, “I’d like to see you try.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“I dunno bro, is it?”

“Oh, are you seriously askin’ me that bro?”

“Well let’s say that it is, what are you gonna do about it?”

In the midst of their back-and-forth bantering, and with Tommy and Wilbur who now have migrated from their place over to the table of drinks near them, none had noticed Phil, who had entered the room with two bowls of popcorn in his hands.

Looking at the sight in front of him, Phil rolled his lips, oscillating and producing a ripple-like sound. He stomped down one foot, grabbing the attention of the other four in the room, who turned their heads towards his general direction.

“Okay chill mate, I could hear you all the way from the other room, and you know how thick these walls are.”

“Sorry Phil—”

“Yea, ‘m sorry.”

“Sorry, this wouldn’t’ve happened if someone didn’t suggest such a horrible movie to watch—”

“OHH! You take that back Wilbur!!”

“Oh? What are you gonna do about it?!” Wilbur exclaims, crossing his arms, raising a brow as if to challenge the younger male.

“YOU B—”

“Ohhh-kay, how about we put those movies up, it’s my turn to choose the movies anyways.”

Phil interjects, evoking a laugh from both Techno and (name) as Wilbur froze in shock from the statement. Tommy’s finger dipped along with his shoulders, jaw dropped as he turned to look at Phil once more.

“What?” the two sputtered.

Handing a bowl over to (name), Phil moves over to the laptop hooked up to the projector, and scrolls through the horror section to find IT. While he was scrubbing through to find the timestamp of where the family had last left off, (name) walked to Wilbur to hand him his bowl of popcorn.

“You knew about it?” Wilbur asked, coming out of his shock.

“Yep,” they confirmed, popping the ‘p’, “I was gonna tell you and Tommy, but the both of you kept cutting me off every time I tried.”

“Oh…”

“S’alright, all in good fun,” they let out a small laugh.

Placing down the bowl on the coffee table, they moved to dim the lights in the room. Techno, finished with his drink, got up from the couch to get his second, pulling Tommy along with him back to the couch. A soft, “Let’s go Tommy,” was heard from the pink haired being.

With arms crossed, and an exaggerated frown, Tommy silently grumbled to himself, disappointed that they weren’t able to rewatch the incredible Spiderman animation. Wilbur, on the other hand, vocalised his disappointment to Phil.

“Phiiil, why’re we watching horror movies? That’s like… that’s so cliché.”

“Well it’s my turn to pick the movie, and I want to watch some spooky movies, so that’s what we’re watching.”

“I mean… he’s got you there Wilbur,” Techno gave his two cents.

“Oh shut up, Techno,” he retorted.

(name) came up to the group, quietly laughing to themselves as they handed a can of coke to Tommy and a caprisun to Wilbur, a small smile plastered on their face.

“Well, that was eventful… and the movie hasn’t even started.”

[supercorpkid]

Game Night.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader, Kelly Olsen x Niece!Reader.

Word count: 1865.

Two weeks ago, your moms weren’t even talking to each other, now they can’t go five minutes without touching and kissing. You want to complain about it, but then you remember how bad it was those days without Lena in your house, so you just shut up and let them enjoy themselves.

“So, I was thinking…” Kara goes into the living room, popcorn in hand, settling in one couch with your mom. You’re on the opposite side, reaching out for the food. “We haven’t had a game night in a long time.”

“That’s true.” Lena agrees, taking the bowl from Kara’s hand and passing it to you.

“We should have one. You know, we can invite the Olsens, and you can invite your girlfriend.” Kara looks at you raising the eyebrows. You choke on one popcorn, and start coughing, turning red. “Kid are you alright?” Kara rushes to your side and you swallow hard.

“Rao, no.” You reach for your soda. They wait for you to recover yourself. “There’s no way I’m inviting Maya to a game night.”

“Why not?” Kara asks, a little pout coming up on her lips.

“Because you can’t play for fun.” You say and Lena gives Kara a little side smirk. “Don’t laugh, Mrs. Luthor. You’re even worse!”

“HA!” Kara says feeling victorious, but she soon stops and frowns. “Come on! Why can’t we have a nice time with her?”

You just raise one eyebrow.

“We’ll behave.” She promises. “Right, love? We can behave, right?”

You scoff.

“Even if you could, which we all know you can’t, there's no way of knowing the kind of embarrassment aunt Alex would put me through.” You say, making Kara roll her eyes in response.

“Look who’s a teenager now, feeling oh so embarrassed of her family.” She complains and you hold a laugh at her reaction. You look at Lena with pleading eyes, asking her to just drop this ridiculous idea, forgetting completely that Lena is now Maya’s number one fan.

“I think it’s an excellent idea!” Lena agrees with her head. “So, it’s settled.” What? No, it’s not. “We’ll have the Olsens and Maya for game’s night on Thursday.”

“Great.” You fake a smile and think of ways to get out from this.

But Thursday comes and you haven’t figured out yet. So, sooner than later, Maya is knocking on your door and you’re looking around to everyone’s face and their reaction. Rao, you hope they’ll behave.

“Hey babe!” Maya says when you open the door. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Yeah, don’t thank me yet.” You smile and she gives you a kiss on the cheek, well aware of everyone’s eyes on both of you. “I’m sorry in advance.”

“Maya! Come in!” Kara smiles, throwing her arms up, looking way too excited to see someone she met once. It’s the beginning of the night and your cheeks are already burning red. “We’re about to divide the teams.”

“Oh, great.” Maya chimes, walking in, and you stand still. Should you pretend you’re not feeling well, and tell Maya to leave? “Hey! I got you, Mrs. Danvers!”

Well, shit.

“YES! PAN PALS!” Kara yells, high-fiving your girlfriend, and you drop your head low. This is going to be a really long night, won’t it?

“Come on, kiddo. It’s me and you.” Alex says and you smile a little. At least you have a chance to win, if everything else is going to be a bust.

“Well, I guess that leaves you with me, Jamie.” You hear Lena’s voice coming from the living room. “Come on, we’re all settled.”

Maya comes back to where you are, and holds your hand, pulling you towards the living room like she is trying to tell you that everything is ok, and you don’t have to be embarrassed. Not yet, anyways.

“Ok, should we start with Pictionary?” Kara asks, putting a few games on top of the table. You look at Lena and Jamie on the side of the living room, clearly coming up with codes for the game, and you turn to aunt Alex, sitting on the couch next to you.

“Where’s auntie?” You ask Alex, talking about Kelly.

“Oh, she’ll join later. She had one patient coming in late.” Alex looks at Maya in front of her, grabs her beer, and does her intimidation pose. You widen your eyes. “So, Maya-”

“Aunt! We should talk about our codes!” You scream, before she starts. And you hear Kara agreeing, pulling Maya to the side so they can talk. You look at Alex. “Please, don’t embarrass me. You know Kara is already going to do that way too much!”

“Then what else will I do? I thought everyone was supposed to embarrass you today.” She jokes and you roll your eyes. “Ok, fine. I’ll behave. So, what are our codes?”

The game starts with Lena and Jamie not being able to draw nor guess a skateboard. They absolutely suck. But weirdly Kara and Maya make a good duo, and they make you and Alex work very hard to try to win. In the end, it’s very close, but they win and Kara is just over the moon.

“The Pan Pals do it again!” Kara cheers excitedly.

“They do it for the first time, is what you mean.” Alex cuts her off, and you give Maya a smile.

“I just can’t believe I’ve beaten the two Luthors.” Maya says with a chuckle.

“Don’t get used to it.” Lena pretends to be annoyed, but then smiles. “Congratulation, pan pals.” She jokes.

Kelly arrives soon after, and you all have to think of a game with no teams, so she can join. You end up settling for Resistance.

“I don’t like Resistance.” Kara crosses her arms. She always loses this one.

“Yeah, ‘cause you can’t lie, momma.”

“I can lie!” Kara says and everyone, except Lena, gives her a little smile. “I can too! I said you were the cutest baby I’ve seen, but you looked like a potato with eyes!”

“Oh, yeah. You did.” Alex agrees next to you and you frown.

“You look like a potato now!” It’s your defense, but it doesn’t matter. Everyone is already laughing at you. Even Lena, which is hurtful. “Ok, whatever.”

“Oh, my baby.” Kara comes to hug you and you roll your eyes. “Sorry, you looked adorable.”

“You are aware I look EXACTLY like you, right?” You ask and she thinks about it for a second. “Yeah, well, you think about that next time.”

Despite Kara’s protest, the game is still fun. It doesn’t matter that Kelly wins, because she can tell when everyone is lying. It's still fun hanging out with all of them, and it’s nice to see Maya getting along well with everyone. Your heart feels like exploding in your chest from all the love you’re feeling.

You all play a bunch of quick games after that. And before you realize, you let your guard down. You should’ve known better than doing that. Your moms cannot behave.

“Lena!” Kara looks at Lena’s hand, and her UNO cards. “Please, don’t.”

“I’m sorry, honey.” Lena drops her voice low, sounding like a true movie villain.

“Please, Lena.” Kara begs and you roll your eyes. Maya looks amused with the interaction, and that makes you smile a little, that is until Kara finishes her sentence. “Lena, I swear no sex for a week, if you do this.”

“OH MY GOD!” You yell, turning red, while everyone else laughs hard. You reach for Lena’s hand and put her +4 card down. “That’s it! Draw four. Stop talking. Good God.”

Maya is also turning red next to you, but from laughter. Jamie looks equally amused, and the only other person who is rolling her eyes is Alex. Kara huffs in her seat, but draws four cards, and stops talking for a little while. Thanks to Rao, Jamie has the winning card and the game ends quickly.

“Well, this has been fun.” You lie standing up, looking at Jamie that stands up right after. “But the young ones are going outside to play video game.”

Maya stands up, looking confused. Kara stands up too.

“You’re NOT young, momma.” You stop her, making Lena giggle into her wine glass, and Alex wheeze out a laughter.

“I was going to get more wine.” Kara rolls her eyes. “But that was offensive.”

You leave a pouting Kara behind, and make your way to the backyard, followed closely by Jamie and Maya. The three of you end up not playing anything, just talking and laughing about the night.

“Sorry about my moms, they’re-”

“So fun!” Maya finishes your sentence, with a smile. “Seriously, they’re so cool! I wish my parents were this chill.” She pokes Jamie. “Your moms are pretty awesome too. I hope Kelly didn’t over analyze me.”

“Oh, she definitely did.” Jamie says, making you agree with your head. “But I’m sure she liked you.”

“They all did.” You know that for sure.

“Yeah, we all did.” Alex says, poking her head through the door with a smile. “Work emergency, so we've gotta go.” She points inside.

“Oh!” You and Jamie stand up immediately knowing what that means.

“Maya, Kelly can give you a ride back home, if you’d like.” Alex adds, and Maya stands up, agreeing with her head.

“Yeah! Sure, thanks!” She says, and the three of you make your way to the living room.

Everyone goes around saying goodbyes. Alex already rushed out the door, and Kelly is picking up her stuff to leave.

“Oh, where’s your momma? I wanna say goodbye to her.” Maya says and your eyes widen looking at Lena, well-aware Kara flew out of the house even before Alex went outside to call you guys.

“She-She is not feeling so well.” Lena answers. “She’s upstairs. But don’t worry, I’ll tell her you said goodbye. And I’m sure you two will be seeing each other again soon, because you’re more than welcomed here, dear.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Luthor.” Maya waves Lena goodbye, and you breathe out in relief.

“I’ll walk you out!” You say, grabbing Maya’s hand and guiding her to Kelly’s momvan parked on the driveway. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”

“Great.” She gives you a quick kiss, before Kelly shows up. “I had a great time. Your family is amazing, I get now why you’re so awesome.”

Jamie coughs behind you two.

“And Jamie. Yeah.” Maya adds with a smile. “I get why both of you are so great!”

“Nice save, babe.” You kiss her again, and smile. “I’m glad you came.”

“Me too.” Maya kisses one more time and gets in Kelly’s momvan. You watch them leaving then make your way inside the house.

“See.” Lena says as soon as you walk in. “We can behave.” You raise one eyebrow at her. “I mean, I can behave.”

“Yeah, you can.” You agree and Lena walks to you, giving you a kiss on the head.

“Are you happy?” She asks looking at your face, and your smile widens in response. “Good! That’s all I want for you, babygirl.”

And you are happy. Probably the happiest you’ve ever been. Finally.

[drabbles-mc]

Now It’s A Party

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anonymous: Hi could you be able to do 5 (the edible glitter) and 11 (too much confetti) prompts with either Angel or Gilly (if you write for him)? Thank you 

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, the guys being absolute children but we love them

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I feel like I should mention that I do write for Gilly but an Angel idea hit me immediately with this request so that’s what I went with. This is just a fun little fic, so I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Angel walked into the room and saw all of the shopping bags laid out on the bed. His eyes grew wide and he couldn’t help but to shake his head as he walked over to take a look at everything that you had brought home.

“What…is all of this?” he laughed.

You turned around and beamed at him, “I did some shopping.”

“Yea, I can see that,” he skimmed his fingers along the edges of some of the bags, “What the fuck were you shopping for?”

“Your party!”

He fought the urge to groan, “I told you, querida, I don’t need a party.”

“But it’s your birthday,” you flashed him your best puppy-dog eyes.

“I know, but—”

“Well,” you cut him off, not wanting to get locked in that debate with him, “it’s too late now. I already bought the supplies. Party at my house this weekend.”

“Supplies, huh?” he chuckled, “Can I at least snoop and see what I’m in for?”

You laughed and nodded, “Go ahead. Your presents are already wrapped and hidden.”

You sat down on the bed and watched his facial expressions change and shift as he looked through all of the bags. It was the first birthday that you got to fully celebrate with Angel—last year the two of you had just started dating and you didn’t feel comfortable going as all-out as you would have liked. You were making up for it this time around.

“You really thought of everything, huh?” he chuckled as he leafed through one of the bags.

“I tried.”

He laughed as he reached down into the bag, pulling out a small jar, “I think the edible glitter, might be a bit much,” he looked over at you, “What could this possibly be for at my party?”

You cocked one eyebrow, “That’s for after the party.”

He laughed, “Oh is it?”

“Yea!” you motioned for him to come and sit next to you, “C’mere.” He did as you asked and you took the tiny jar of glitter from him. You spun the top open and dipped the tip of your finger into it, “It tastes like sugar, I swear,” you held your finger out to him, “Try it.”

There was a smirk on his face before he wrapped his lips around your finger. You shook your head at him as you saw the mischief building in his eyes. You found yourself biting down on your bottom lip as you tried not to let your body and thoughts get too far away from you.

He pulled his lips off of your finger with a pop, earning a small laugh from you. He could see it in your eyes that your mind was traveling to places that had nothing to do with party preparations, and he loved that he could do that to you.

He nodded with a smile, “You’re right—just like sugar,” he stood up and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll leave you to unpack the rest of your treasures.”

You laughed as he made his way to the door, “I love you,” you called after him.

He turned back and flashed you a smile, “I love you too.”

The week flew right by. You had spent all morning filling your house with loud music as you got everything ready for the party that night. You were surprised that the club was so open to having a party anywhere but the clubhouse. It wasn’t that you disliked hanging out there, but hosting it at your own house made it feel a little more personal, a little more intimate. You could do better crowd control that way as well. Plus, you liked the looks on your neighbors faces when they’d see all the bikes lined up alongside the road in front of your house.

Angel walked in and stood back for a moment as he watched you prepping food to put into the oven. He lingered at the entrance to the kitchen, unable to suppress the smile that crept across his face as he listened to you sing along with the song that was playing.

You spun around and nearly dropped the knife in your hand when you saw Angel standing there, “Fuck,” you clutched your free hand to your chest, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yea,” he laughed as he turned down the volume on your speaker, “because you’re throwing a fuckin’ concert in here.”

You smiled and shook your head as you set the knife down and wiped your hands off on your jeans. You walked over to him and let him pull you into a tight hug, kissing you on the lips as he did so.

“You’re early,” you said as you looked up at him.

“I know,” he kissed your cheek, “Wanted some alone time with you before everyone got here. That alright with you?”

You laughed and nodded before turning back to what you had been preparing before the interruption, “Of course. I still gotta keep getting everything ready.”

“Do your thing, Mami,” he pressed a light kiss to the side of your neck, “I’ll stay outta your way.”

Angel was true to his word, for the most part. Every now and then you’d feel his hands sneak around your hips and he’d pull you against him for a kiss. You would laugh and indulge him—it was his party day after all. Plus, it was hard to say know when you felt his fingers lingering on your skin as his beard tickled your neck.

Everything was as set up as it was ever going to be. With a deep breath, you looked around your house. You knew that regardless of what you did, Angel and the guys would have a good time. You looked over at Angel, who was sitting on the couch in your living room, watching you take in all of your hard work.

“I’m gonna get changed and do my hair,” you looked at him pleadingly, “If the oven timer goes off can you just spin the pan that’s in there for me?”

He nodded, “Of course.”

You smiled, “You’re the best.”

By the time you finished getting ready and made your way back out to the main part of the house, a few of the guys had showed up already. EZ and Coco were sitting at the counter in your kitchen as they spoke with Angel, the three of them looking so natural in your house. It warmed your heart that they were so comfortable.

They saw you before Angel did, each nodding and giving a small wave of acknowledgment as you walked into the room. Angel turned to look at you and his eyes grew wide as he walked over to you. His hands landed on your hips and he pulled you closer to him.

“Who needs presents and a party when I got you walking around looking like this?” he kissed you on the cheek.

Before you could respond, EZ made a fake gagging sound, “Get a room.”

“Then get the fuck out and give us one,” Angel shot back with a laugh.

You shook your head at the two of them as you rested your forehead against Angel’s chest, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Everyone else started to show up and fill the house. You sat back and watched it all unfold, unable to contain the smile that was on your face. You loved having everyone over, especially to celebrate Angel.

When the time came to do the cake, you’d given everyone confetti poppers. You knew that you were going to be cleaning it up for weeks after the fact, but it was so worth it to see the childish smiles on everyone’s faces as you tossed a few to each of them.

You forced them all to sing. As much as they tried to fight you on it at first, they found themselves giving in. They knew your track record for winning arguments and figured they would cut their losses.

As Angel blew out the candles, they all started shooting off their confetti poppers. It went everywhere and no one was safe from getting covered by it, not even you. It was stuck in your hair and it looked like Coco may as well have done to the salon and gotten rainbow extensions. They were all taking what had already been popped off and throwing it at each other. Somehow EZ had found where you were keeping all the extra poppers and started handing them out to everyone so there was a whole second wave of it.

Angel was covered in rainbow strings as he shook his head to try and get them to fall out of his hair. The guys were all tossing more and more at him and he couldn’t contain his laughter.

“Alright, you can stop with the confetti now,” he brushed some off his shoulders.

There was one last pop as Coco pulled the string on his last party popper, spraying the confetti directly onto Angel. There was a smug grin on his face as he tossed the empty container aside. Angel was only able to keep a serious expression for a moment before he busted out into laughter and threw the confetti right back at Coco.

You found yourself getting pulled onto Angel’s lap as everyone sat around drinking their beers and eating what was left of all the food that you’d made for the day. You smiled as Angel pressed your body tight against his own.

“Thank you for all of this, Y/N,” he kissed your cheek, “I really appreciate it.”

You smiled, leaning your head onto his shoulder, “Of course.”

He leaned in close to your ear, “When you gonna tell all these motherfuckers to leave,” he said softly with a laugh, “I’m still waiting to see what that edible glitter is all about.”

You smiled, shaking your head at him. He hadn’t brought it up all week and you thought that he might’ve forgotten, but you should’ve known better. You trailed your fingers lightly down the side of his face, “Good things come to those who wait. It’s not going anywhere.”

He laughed, turning your head so he could kiss you on the lips, “I love you.”

Your entire body felt warm as you smiled up at him, “I love you too.”

[hwangsies]

LIMERENCE

(n) the state of becoming infatuated with another person

pairing: hyunjin x female reader

summary: you haven’t spoken a word to hyunjin since he ghosted you after a fun new years eve together, so what’s the worst that could happen when fate (or chaeryong,...well, same thing) pairs you up for a road trip across the country?

warnings: e2l (ish), university student!au, non idol!au ,a lot of swearing. alcohol consumption,long flashback, mentions of infidelity, hyunjin is a giggly sweetheart, smut as in: dom!hyunjin, unprotected sex (wrap it up luvs),fingering, oral (f recieving), slight choking, praise kink, hand & strenght kink (manhandleing oopsie), slight overstimulation, hyunjin is really enthusiastic about consent (as you should be, periodt), reader is nervous and scared of hyunjins big pickle (ew i hate myself), motel sex (but it’s not trashy i promise!)

8.6 k words ,meaning grab a snack and a drink,

and enjoy!<3

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"alright everyone" your professor rubs his hands together "that was it for today... i hope you all have a great break and i'm very exited to see all of you again next semester. hopefully in person again" he chuckles.

You and your classmates exchange goodbyes with him before one after the other exits the zoom call.

"fuck" you sigh after closing your laptop and lean back on your bed.

"you did it girl" your dormmate chaeryong claps, at which you giggle before shifting your eyes to her on the other side of the room.

She's sitting on her bed, folding her clothes before putting it in her suitcase thats placed in front of her.

"finally" you sit up and watch her roll up a pair of socks.

"my last class was yesterday and mrs kim teared up" she giggles "it was kinda cute not gonna lie"

"oh god" you snicker.

"hey did you find someone to take to yongin?" you ask, remebering chearyong talking about wanting to find someone to share gas expenses with in exchange for a ride to her hometown.

"oh yea, i did" she turn to you "i think you know him, seo changbin?"

You furrow your brows in thought, you feel like you've heard of the name.

"he's a music major, one year above us, hes also from yongin" she continues folding a pair of jeans "funny you'd ask actually cause he told me one of his friends was looking for a ride to seoul, isn't that where you're going?"

"Yea i was thinking about finding someone honestly because gas is really fucking expensive if you aint rich" you say, placing your laptop onto your nightstand.

"Mm you aint gotta tell me girl" chaeryong mumbles, folding a sweatshirt.

"so who's that friend?" you ask, stretching out on your bed.

"he's in his grade, hyunjin"

Your neck almost cracks from how fats you whip your head “hwang hyunjin?”

"Oh yea" she points at you "you know him?"

"unfortunately" you huff.

"o-oh, what"s the tea?" your roommate wiggles her brows at which you shake your head.

"nothing much really" you sigh, leaning back again "he's just like the most arrogant and stuck up fuckboy ever"

"wow, well thats not nothing" chaeryong laughs "any reason as to why you think that?"

"you could probably ask any girl on campus and she'll tell you the same" you scoff.

"really girl?" chaeryong squints an eye at you playfully "cause i've only heard of him being hot but never of him being a hoe. And you know i'm the first to know the hot gossip" she winks.

Laughing defeatedly, running your hand through your hair.

"it's just- we hit it off at the campus' new years eve party, like really hit it off- at least thats what i thought"

"oooh spill it spill it" chaeryong leaps over to your bed to sit at the end of it.

"well there's really not much to spill, i gave him my number and he was talking all that smack about taking me out and stuff aaand to make a long story short i never heard from him again"

"well" chaeryong speaks slowly, biting her lip guiltily "i dont think you'll be very happy about me giving changbin your number for him, then?"

"you did what???" your eyes almost pop out of your head.

"sooorryy" she jumps up from your bed, clutching her hands apologetically "i didnt know"

"aaaaarghh" you whine, burying your face in your pillow.

"maybe he won't even text you though" chaeryong tries to console you, but the damage is already done...

-

unknown number - hey i got this number from changbin, i heard you're driving up to seoul, i'd love to tag along if you're looking for someone to share expenses with -recieved at 9:12 am

You huff looking at the message on your phone.

After chaeryong had left last night you really convinced yourself that he couldn't possibly dare to reach out to you.

But here you are reading his message after just waking up, and your day is already ruined.

you - who is this? - sent at 9:56 am

You know who it is, but you're not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking that you do.

Scoffing when he answers almost immediately.

unknown number - this is hyunjin, did i reach the right person? - recieved at 9:57 am

You have two choices at this point.

1. be petty and bitter about a boy who probably doesn't even remember you.

Or 2. move on and help someone who is also just trying to get home and also maybe get some closure.

So you curse your mother for rasing you so well and suck it up.

you - yea sure, i planned on leaving tomorrow at around 6 pm - sent at 10:02 am

Damn you and your common human decency.

he sus - oh okay great :) i only have one suitcase and a backpack btw so i wont take up alot of space or anything - recieved at 10:05 am

he sus - also i feel weird bc i dont know ur name or anything changbin literally just sent me the number and nothing else lol, also 6 sounds good should we meet at the main building then? -sent at 10:06 am

You're quite honestly not shocked that he seems nice over text because he was the same when you met on new years eve.

you - sure lets meet at the main building, my car is white and my name is y/n - sent at 10:09 am

Cringing as you press the send button because you are 99% certain he won't answer anymore; not that you'd care, obviously.

he sus - alright y/n see you tomorrow at 6 then :) - recieved at 10:14 am

You raise your brows when your phone lights up with his message, does he really not remember you?

Was he that drunk?

Well, it doesnt matter because you don't want to pay for all this gas alone and he seems to be the next best option to fix that.

So you shrug it off and get out off bed to run some last errands and start packing.

-

Your heart is beating unreasonably fast when you take a turn towards the main building at 5:55 pm the next day.

Calm down y/n it’ll just be 5 hours and who says you have to talk to him?

However you do know deep in your heart that you only wanted to arrive just a little early so you could complain about him being late.

That plan got cut short because your eyes fall on him as you pull up to the main building.

He’s- oh my god he’s blonde. You stop your car and he looks up at you.

“it is you!” hyunjin smiles at you when you step out of the car.

“who else would it be?” you ask, a little irritated at his reaction.

His face drops a bit when he sees you clearly annoyed by him, but the doesn’t blame you; he’d be mad too.

You open your trunk for him to put his weirdly small suitcase into, looking him up and down as he lifts it inside.

He’s wearing dark baggy pants and a windbreaker jacket, the top part of his chin-length blonde hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail.

He seemed to have bulked up as well, shoulders looking broader than what you remember.

The hair is different than the jet black hair that you remember on him, but it suits him very well; to be honest he would look good in any hair colour, not that you’d care though.

The first thirty minutes of the ride go by agonizingly slow and in complete silence.

When you drive onto the freeway you can’t take it anymore and mumble something among the lines of ‘wanna listen to some music?’.

You don’t wait for an answer, pressing the radio button right as you finish your sentence.

“uh, actually” hyunjin starts, his hand lifting to turn the radio back off, your eyes snap towards him, is he serious? Turning off your radio in your car?

“I wanted to address this situation” he says rather quietly.

You scoff “what? You realized that this is awkward just now?”

“no- I mean- yes I understand why you would think that but I just really want a chance to explain myself” he stutters.

“explain yourself” you repeat after him before mumbling “sure because there’s so much to explain”

“listen, I know you think I’m an asshole who just ghosted you b-“

“listen, I can handle rejection, you could’ve just said that you weren’t looking for something serious and I would’ve accepted that. The thing I’m mad about though is you literally making false promises and shit” 

Hyunjin blinks at you “can I please just explain to you what happened?”

You let out a long huff “sure” you wave your hand “go ahead”

“when you and your friends left at around 4, you wrote your number on my arm with your eyeliner, correct?” he asks.

Glancing over at him, you nod.

“after you where gone, I was already pretty drunk but then my friends decided to drag me with them to a different party that was still going” you see him fiddling with his hands in your peripheral “well I got super fucking shitfaced at that party and ended up puking on this one guys shoes”

You raise your eyebrows and hold back a laugh, which he notices.

“its okay you can laugh” he chuckles as well.

“anyways that guy was not very happy about it and busted my lip before kicking me and my friends out, so then back in the dorm my roommate sat me in the shower because I was full of alcohol, blood and puke”

“ew” you chime in.

“and when I woke up the next morning your number was gone” hyunjin looks over at you “we don’t have any mutual friends, I didn’t know what your major is so I couldn’t even asks for you in the administrating office, and then the covid lockdown happened and here we are”

“you called the administrating office?” you look over at him, he nods a little smile on his stupid pretty lips.

“yep, so, sorry to tell you but your eyeliner is not waterproof” he jokes at which you playfully knit your brows at him.

“believe me, I wanted to text you. I really wanted to take you out; and when you sent me your name yesterday I didn’t know if this was a lucky coincidence or if you’re a different y/n, that’s why I didn’t say anything” he explains.

You take a deep breath as you realize you have to apologize for going off on him just now, you believe him but you hate apologizing.

“well, I feel like an ass for going off on you like that after hearing all this” you chuckle “I’m sorry” you eye him shortly before looking back on the road.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize I get how it looked, very much sus” he laughs with you.

-

Coming back to your car after you took a bathroom break on a highway rest-stop, you see hyunjin sitting in the drivers seat.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you smile as you sit down on the passenger seat.

“I thought maybe you’d like to sleep since its dark already and you’ve been driving for almost 3 hours” he suggests while putting on his seatbelt.

“well, I wont say no to that” you shrug and put your seatbelt on as well.

“so when did you go blonde?” you ask curiously.

“uh- around end of june” hyunjin chuckles “it was a dare if I’m being honest but I ended up liking it and got it redone”

“oh okay” you check out his profile once more and follow his hair with your eyes “I like it���

“yea?”

“yea, which is weird cause I’m usually not into blondes at all” you wonder.

“hm” he grins “must be me then” he says before winking at you.

“pfff, in your dreams” you rebuttal playfully, at which he laughs and mumbles a ‘true’.

You don’t react to it because you think your ears are playing tricks on you.

“hey I have a question too” hyunjin says.

“what’s up” you lean your arm against the window as you look over at him.

His face is slightly lit by the lights of the other cars, no seriously, how can a side profile be so perfect?

“why did you even agree to take me with you if you thought I ghosted you?” he grins.

You laugh “well, I’m a nice person and I know not a lot of people there are from seoul and my mom raised me right, okay?”

“okay okay” he giggles, the way his eyes crinkle when he does makes you smile everytime.

“or…did you have such a good time with me on new years that you just had to jump on this opportunity?” he quips, carefully stealing a peek at you.

“sure, why do you think I was so upset when you didn’t text” you feign sadness.

The both of you laugh before falling into comfortable silence.

When looking outside your window, you think back to said new years eve.

-(flashback)

“oh my god” you said, stepping into the big hall that usually is the universities gym. But whoever planned this outdid themselves.

A dj was placed on one of the tribunes and a whole buffet of drinks and punches on the other, as well as a big disco ball hanging from the ceiling, making the room shimmery and shiny.

You could see people coming out of the doors that connected into the universities hall on one side and into the locker rooms on the others, as if it wasn’t already packed.

“this is fucking insane” lia, your roommate from last semester, squeaked while grabbing your arm and jumping a little, her voice overpowering the blasting music..

“I wanna get fucking hammered tonight” you turned to her.

“oh babe don’t worry,  we didn’t come here to drink soda” she laughed before spotting some of your other friends.

About five minutes before midnight you and some more girls gathered at the buffet of drinks and started doing shots.

You all had decided that instead of kissing someone at 12 o’clock you’d ring in 2020 with a shot, because alcohol can’t cheat on you.

You were laughing at something when some people started the countdown.

10!

9!

8!

7!

6!

5!

4!

3!

2!

1!

“HAPPY NEW YEAR”

Every one shouted and celebrated in union as you downed your shot.

“happy new year babe” lia hugged you after downing hers.

“happy new year!” you shouted into her ear, full of relief that this stressful year was over.

“lets do another one” she grinned widely after your whole friend group had shared their wishes with each other.

A girl you didn’t know very well handed you another shot, just as you emptied your glass you heard a guy yell something before stumbling into your back.

“jesus” you stumbled forward a bit before turning around, ready to throw someone a dirty look.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” in front of you suddenly stood a tall dark haired young man with almost too perfect facial features, frowning a little out of concern.

“nothing happened” you smiled, taking a step towards him so he’d hear you better.

“I’m glad” he replied, a grin slowly stretched across his handsome face

“I’m y/n” you giggled as you held out your hand.

His eyes crinkled with his smile as he took your hand in his “I’m hyunjin” he said before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“okay guys let her have her fun lets go over there” you hear lia usher your friends away from behind you.

“happy new year y/n” he said before instinctively pulling you a little closer to him when a group of people passed behind you.

“happy new year hyunjin” you replied, a slow blush creeping on your face from how intensely he was taking in your appearance.

“well yea happy fucking new years to me for running into you” he joked before taking a sip, your brain wasn’t able to function anymore so you just giggled and nervously pushed your hair behind your ear.

It had been way too long since you’d talked to a guy, especially someone as attractive as him

“you’re fucking stunning” hyunjin complimented you and lifted your hand with his to make you spin for him, to which you complied because you took a long time getting ready and always appreciate being appreciated.

“thank you” you were crimson red by now but hoped he wouldn’t see because of the dimmed lights.

“how come I’ve never seen you around? I would’ve remembered you” he tilted his head.

“oh this was my first year here and I live on the other side of campus so…” you nodded slowly “but yea I would’ve remembered you too”

He grinned before downing his drink and putting on the table next to the both of you.

“wanna dance?”

That’s how you found yourself on the dance floor with hyunjin pressed against your back.

Slowly but surely the alcohol made you braver; and it didn’t take long for the dj to play perfect songs to grind yourself against his toned body to.

His reaction was instant, hands gripping even harder at your waist and his own movements matching your own.

You looked back at him just to have the air knocked out of your lungs, a barely there sheen of sweat was covering his forehead; his pupils were dilated and his lips were slightly parted before his tongue swiftly swept over his lower lip.

He looked like sex on legs and moved like it too.

His plump lips formed into a grin when he noticed you staring, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol running through your system but you so desperately wanted to kiss him.

“can’t stop looking at you either, pretty” he lowered his head to mumble against your cheek before pressing a kiss there.

“you’re so goddamn sexy” you blurted out as you turned around to face him, running one of your hands through his dark hair before positioning them on his firm chest.

He threw back his head as his chest vibrated with laughter.

“don’t laugh at me” you laughed as you locked eyes again.

“you’re cute when you’re drunk” hyunjin brought one hand to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“you dont even know me sober” you giggle “also i’m not drunk!” you protested playfully, his hands found your waist in the meantime to pull you flush to his body; at which you gasped almost inaudibly.

“oh really?” he looked down at you, clearly amused “didn’t you drink like 5 shots half an hour ago?”

“well well well, I didn’t know I had an audience” you countered, looping your arms around his neck.

Hyunjin prodded at the inside of his cheek with his tongue before looking away for a swift second, slightly embarrassed because he just exposed himself.

You felt yourself gush a little when he licked his lips again after bringing his gaze back to you.

“so you almost knocked me over on purpose?” you grinned even bigger when he shook his head laughingly.

“listen” he chuckled, leaning down unnecessarily close because you could hear him perfectly fine but you weren’t going to complain.

“I actually didn’t run into you on purpose, that was my friends doing after he saw me notice you” he said.

You mouthed an ‘ahh’ while nodding, feigning disbelief.

“I’m serious” hyunjin laughed “I still have to thank him later; I would’ve probably chickened out”

He got quieter at the end of his sentence, his eyes jumping to your lips when you wet your lower lip with your tongue quickly.

“i-m glad he pushed you then” you replied, trying to hide the fact that your heart was pumping your blood in record time.

“yea” he inched his face closer to yours as you tilted your chin up to meet him in the middle “me too”

His eyes switched from your lips to your eyes one more time before closing the gap between the both of you.

His lips were firm but soft at the same time in the way they moulded against yours, you swore you could hear lia squealing from somewhere but maybe you were just hearing things.

But when his tongue touched yours in the most tentative way you lost contact to what was going on around you, slinging your arms tighter around his neck and deepening the kiss.

A tiny groan escaped hyunjins throat when you carded your fingers through his hair to tug on it and release some of the adrenalin that rushed through you.

He was slow and explorative and let you take control from time to time before sucking on your lower lip and making you loose it.

You didn’t know how many songs had passed; to be honest you didn’t even remember what song was playing when you started kissing.

All you knew in that moment was hyunjins lightly flushed cheeks, swollen lips and dark glistening eyes.

“let’s go somewhere else?” he questioned in a whisper when you bit your lip, nodding at his question.

He grabbed your hand in his before manoeuvring the both of you through the dancing and celebrating crowd.

Before you knew it, hyunjin pulled you into the entrance hall of the university where multiple people had the same idea as you.

Couples scattered across the big room, some just talking, most of them however making out heavily.

“come on” he softly tugged at your hand, smiling when your gaze falls on him.

He lead you up the big flight of stairs onto a floor of the building you’ve never been to, stopping in front of a random room before pulling a small set of keys out of his back pocket.

After unlocking the door, he opened it to let you step inside.

It was a dance studio, the wall right across from you was just one huge mirror through which you could see the big couch in the back of the room and the water dispensers next to it.

“why do you have the keys for this room?” you asked, giggling.

Hyunjin grinned as he closed the door “I’m a dance major, we all have keys for the practice rooms”

“that’s so cool” you beamed “I wish I could dance” you looked around the room, walking towards the mirrored wall a little bit.

“you were moving just fine earlier” hyunjin came up behind you, nimble hands finding your waist as he looked you up and down through the mirror intensely, now that you were under the bright lights of the room.

You couldn’t help but to smile a little at that, the tight little glitter dress that you had chosen really did accentuate your curves in the best way possible, paired with the cute black heels which made your legs look way longer than they actually are.

“but that was like club sexy dancing, you know?” you elaborated.

“hm” he hummed amusedly “whats wrong with sexy club dancing?” you turned around to him.

He didn’t look to shabby himself, all in black, a chic button up with some jeans and a belt; accessorized with rings on his pretty fingers, a  dainty silver necklace and some small earrings.

Some might say he was underdressed, but the way he carried himself with such confidence, and that face of his must for sure be a panty dropper, you thought.

“nothing but… I don’t know, teach me something” you pleaded.

“what do you want me to teach you?” he laughed.

“I don’t know a pirouette or something” you suggested, laughing as well.

“okay” he grinned “this is like the base stance” he positioned himself correctly before looking at you to see if you were following his instructions.

“mhm” you hummed, replicating what he was doing.

“and then you get momentum with one leg to be able to swing yourself around, like this” hyunjin explained before executing a perfect pirouette and ending it back in the base stance.

“that was fast” you chuckled.

“your turn” he grins before moving behind you “try to keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror otherwise you’ll loose balance”

“okay” you said unsurely.

“I’ll catch you if you fall” he winked at you, at which you scoff playfully before carefully swinging yourself into a pirouette.

You landed on wobbly legs but before you could tip over hyunjin stabilized you with a firm grip on your hips.

“you’re a natural” he grinned at you through the mirror.

“well thank you” you playfully feigned cockiness before he spun you around himself.

A few seconds pass of the both of you taking in each others features in silence, the only thing you could hear was the faint music of the party downstairs, before hyunjin spoke up.

“can I kiss you?”

You fell into giggles again as you let your forehead rest against his collarbone before looking up again “we’ve kissed before”

“yea but that was like a moment and I don’t want to catch you off guard or anything” he mumbles cutely.

“mm” you nod “ you can kiss me”

And with a smile, he does.

You weren’t surprised when his first gentle ministrations turned into more desperate ones rather quickly because you could feel the warmth spread in your lower regions as well.

He walked the both of you over to the couch, only parting from your lips when he sat down on the black leather material of the couch.

“come here, pretty girl” he took your hand to help you straddle him, your dress riding up but you couldn’t care less if he saw your safety shorts, and he didn’t seem to care either by the way he feverishly connected your lips again.

His hands travelled down to squeeze at your waist before smoothing over your ass and grabbing a handful of each cheek, you moaned into the kiss when you realized how big his hands were.

Your own hands were squeezing at his shoulders before one moved into his soft hair while the other softly rested on his cheek.

The kiss was messy and desperate, teeth clinking together and tongues licking at each other.

The things that riled you up the most however were his groans and praises.

“you’re so fucking sexy” he groaned before moving down to kiss at your jaw and down your neck.

A needy whimper escaped from your throat when he started suckling the sensitive skin at the base of your throat.

“fuck-hyunjin” you moaned when his teeth grazed over your clavicle.

Your hands fumbled before landing on his belt, at which he pulled away from your skin, gently taking your hands off of his belt.

“I’d love to take you out first, actually” his pretty kiss swollen lips twitched up into a shy smile as he pants.

“oh” you were taken aback, you were almost certain that this was something regular for him “I thought-“

“I mean if you just want to fuck we can fuck of course” he chuckled “but- I actually think you’re really cute and fun and I’d love to get to know you better”

Your mouth stood a little agape “uh- I mean-I” you stuttered, your brain not functioning properly because of the alcohol running through your veins but also him!

“its okay if you just want, you know-“

“no!” you blurted out all over sudden, making him flinch a little “sorry, uhm- its just been a while since I had a date” you smile apologetically.

His expression visibly brightens “that’s okay” he giggled “so is that a yes?”

You grinned, leaning in to just barely brush your lips with his, his head twitching upwards in an attempt to connect them fully.

“yes” you whispered, at which he smiled brightly before pulling your in for a kiss by your neck.

-(flashback end)

“y/n”

“hey, y/n” you grumble when you feel someone gently rocking your shulder.

“mmm-what?” you peek your eyes open just to see hyunjin smile at you.

“good morning sunshine” he teases as you sit up in your seat when you realize you aren’t driving anymore.

“just kidding its not morning” he says as you look around your car, realizing your on a parking lot.

“where the fuck are we?” you whip your head towards him “did you bring me here to kill me? kidnap me?”

“wha?- no” he laughs “no, I’m sorry. Right after you fell asleep there was this huge traffic jam because of an accident and we stood there for almost 3 hours so I drove off and found this” he points out the rear window, where you see a small motel building.

You look back at him before checking the time on your phone, seeing it was indeed almost midnight.

“fuck” you swear to yourself.

“I didn’t know if you wanted to keep driving because I was getting tired so I thought maybe-“ hyunjin starts rambling guiltily, not wanting you to thing that this was an attempt to get in your pants.

“hey” you put your hand on his shoulder after taking off your seatbelt “this is good, you made the right decision I think we both could use some sleep” you say.

You each take your suitcases and walk inside, it’s an old building but it looks pretty clean for a motel off of the highway.

“good evening you two” an old lady sits behind the, probably just as old, reception.

“good evening, could we get 2 single rooms, please” hyunjin speaks up politely.

“I’m afraid we only have 2 double bed rooms available, if you’d like to take them, they will however be more expensive than the rooms for one” she explains politely.

“its okay, we’ll take one of those, please” you decide, hyunjins head snapping towards you.

“is that okay?” you ask him.

“yea- sure” he nods.

“alright, room 301 it is” she hands you the key before stating that you’ll have to checkout before 12 pm and what the room costs.

“do you accept card?” hyunjin asks at which the friendly old lady nods before taking his card and swiping it through her little machine.

“I’ll venmo you half of what you paid” you say after unlocking room 301.

He tsk’s at you before shaking his head “don’t, it was my idea so I’ll pay”

“are you sure?” you ask closing the door behind you when he turns on the lights.

“yup-oh” he exclaims.

“this room is cute” you say, it’s small but the walls are a soft sunflower yellow, decorated with paintings of autumn leaves .

The bed looks clean, and when you smell the mouse gray blankets and pillows, they smell fresh as well.

“stop smelling the pillows” hyunjin laughs.

“I’ve never been to a motel, I thought everything would be dirty or ancient” you confess comically.

He chuckles as he comes out of the small bathroom “the bathroom is clean too, don’t worry” he says when you look at him expectantly.

“I’ll sleep on the floor if you want” he offers as you open your suitcase to get out your toothbrush and pj’s.

“it’s fine, hyunjin I’ve slept in the same bed as a male before” you joke.

“well how am I supposed to know that?” he counters, at which you throw your pj shorts at him out of reflex.

When you realize what you had done it was too late, he was already holding them out in front of him before giggling.

“very cute choice” he mocks the small white shorts with red hearts all over it.

“stoop” you whine, trying to fish it out of his hands but he holds them over his head like a kindergartener.

“I remember why I don’t like you” you pout, crossing your arms.

His face drops alongside with his arms “I thought we were past that”

You use his moment of weakness to snatch your shorts out of his hands “gotcha”

-

“see I told you I was gonna take you out” hyunjin beams at you before looking down at the various snacks he took from the motels vending machine, which were laying in between the both of you on the bed.

“and so luxurious too” you joke, crossing your legs.

“only the best for you” he grins when you open a pack of fruit jellies.

“you know, I was thinking about new years” you say “ and I realized that it was your fault!”

Hyunjin throws his head back as he groans playfully “why?”

“if you hadn’t lost your phone when we got back downstairs, I wouldn’t have had to write my number on your arm; or you could’ve just given me your number and I could’ve text you. But you didn’t even know your own number!” you laugh in reminiscence.

“listen” he laughs “I was drunk and you’re hot! I couldn’t think” he defends himself before taking a bite off a chocolate bar.

You blush a little but play it off with a laugh.

“but yes, I admit, it was indeed my fault” he dramatically holds his hand in front of his eyes.

“yeeees!” you exclaim victoriously.

“I’m kidding though” you pat his knee “I forgive you”

“I’m glad” he smiles.

After the both of you are done eating way too many sweets, you find yourself being really comfortable when talking to hyunjin.

He’s funny, doesn’t seem like he’s full of himself and just in general seems like a very kind person.

“I thought you were a fuckboy when me met” you confess, looking at him.

Propped on one elbow looking down at you, while you lay on your side towards him, his face illuminated only by the little lights on each of your nightstands.

“you did?” he asks confusedly.

“yea” you chuckle “you were so confident and…sexy I don’t know” you place your hand over your face in embarrassment.

“oh that was the liquid courage talking, I’m usually pretty shy” he shakes his head smilingly when you peek through your fingers.

“don’t lie” you push his shoulder softly.

“I’m serious!” he laughs.

“you were the first guy to approach me at a party” you pause “like ever”

“no way, you’re lying now” he furrows his brows.

“nope” you shake your head.

“but I was really close to not talking to you as well, I’m sure there were many guys before me that just didn’t have the liquid courage, like I did” he speculates.

“maybe” you say.

“have any exes?” he asks after a few seconds.

“yea, one”

“well how did you meet him?”

“he showed me around on my first day of freshman year, I transferred like in the middle of the first semester so I wasn’t with any other freshmen” you tell him.

“why’d you break up if I may ask?” hyunjin asks carefully.

“oh we were only together for like three weeks, you can’t even call I relationship. He used me to make his hot ex jealous and cheated on me with her” you say “but hey they’re back together at least” you scoff.

“i’m sorry” he mumbles at which you look up at him.

“it’s not your fault” you chuckle.

“well, still no one should feel that way” he says “you know that you were way too good for him right?”

You nod.

“what about you? Have any exes?” you ask back.

He snickers “only one in seoul”

“why didn’t you last?”

“it was a long distance situation, she was super jealous and couldn’t trust me. which I can understand to a certain degree but everytime I went out she wanted me to facetime her and show her what kinds of people were there with me. That was just too much” he explains.

“wow” you chuckle “that doesn’t sound fun either”

Hyunjin shakes his head “nope, but hey we got rid of ‘em, didn’t we?”

“yea” you giggle “plus if I hadn’t broken up with him I would’ve probably never gone to the new years eve party”

“I guess I owe him something then” he grins as you scooch up on the bed.

“can I kiss you?” you ask after a few seconds of silence.

“hm?” hyunjins eyes almost spring out of his head.

“I don’t want to catch you off guard” you grin as you repeat his words from the night you met, sitting up.

He licks his lower lip as a grin stretches over his face as he sits up as well “do your worst”

You get up on your knees to shuffle over to him, when you get close enough hyunjin grabs one of your thighs and lifts it over his legs so you’re straddling him.

Once you sit down on his lap, your eyes lock again and you’re once again baffled as to how someone can be so god damn attractive.

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips expectantly, a shaky breath leaving his lips when you lean in.

Your lips connect and it feels like all the pent up energy of liking him since that night finally gets set free, sparks glowing behind your lit and his hands leaving a trail of fire where ever they go.

They squeeze at your thighs and waist, pulling you impossibly close to himself.

A whimper tears from your throat when his tongue licks at yours, he tastes like chocolate and what could only be described as him.

He moans into the kiss when you tug at the blonde locks that weren’t pulled back into the ponytail; before pulling the hair tie out of his hair to free it and finally card your fingers through all of the blonde glory.

Before you realize what’s going on, hyunjin lifts the both of you before dropping you on your back and crawling above you.

The fact that he just lifted the both of you from a sitting position as if you weigh nothing makes you feel all types of hot.

“you’re so hot holy shit” you pant as you push his long hair out of his face.

“ditto” he only grins before attaching his lips to your exposed collarbone and sucking a bruise into the skin.

“take it off” you moan as you tug on the dark blue calvin klein shirt he’s wearing.

His lips release the skin of your collarbone before sitting up to pull the shirt over his head.

If your mouth wasn’t already open from your heavy breathing, you would’ve opened it now because his body is more sculpted and toned than you had expected.

Your hand lifts to smooth over his abs, muscles flexing as he connects your lips again.

His one hand slides from your waist up to cup one of your breasts, gently palming the soft flesh.

“I know I said I wanted to take you out first but-“ he mumbles against your lips.

“you bought me a lovely dinner” you interrupt him, threading your fingers through the hair that’s falling down into his vision.

He grins, dropping a short peck to your lips before his the grin gets wiped off his face “I don’t have a condom with me”

“I’m on the pill” you let him know “I got tested before the lockdown and I haven’t been with anyone since soo…”

“yea, me too, I was tested a few months ago” he nods.

You nod back, biting your lip as you absently play with his hair.

“do you trust me?” hyunjin asks, observing your demeanour.

“yea- yea I do I’m just nervous” you smile awkwardly.

“no” he coos before kissing you “why are you nervous?”

“just haven’t been with anyone for a while” you confess.

Hyunjin nods understandingly “if you don’t want to do this we’ll stop”

“no I really want to” you look into his eyes as confidently as you can.

“okay” he smiles, planting his lips on yours again.

“can i?” his voice gives you goosebumps when he mumbles against the sensitive skin under your ear, his fingers slowy undoing the loose knot of your heart shorts.

“yes” you say when he locks eyes with you.

“I love these shorts” he softly presses a kiss to your knee, trying to calm your nerves a little, before he gently rocks your hips to pull them off of you.

You blush a little out of embarrassment but smile when you lift your hips to help him.

“cute” he whispers when he see’s your panties have a little bow on the front.

He chuckles when you hide your face in embarrassment, pulling you closer to him again by your thighs before you let him kiss you again.

“can I take this off too?” hyunjin whispers, softly pulling at the fabric of the tank top you’re wearing, at which you nod.

You are still wearing a bra when he pulls it off so you take it into your own hands and unclasp your bra.

Your nipples stiffen a little at the sudden exposure to air, as well as to hyunjin’s admiring gaze.

“fuck” he muses when palming your breasts in his big hands, gently pushing them together an running his thumbs over your nipples.

A whimper involuntarily leaves your lips when he wraps his plump lips around one of the perked up nubs and sucks gently.

“so fucking pretty, princess” you feel yourself pathetically clench around nothing at his praise.

You feel one of his hands wander downwards to provide some friction for you, he slots his lips against yours when you tentatively roll your hips against his hand.

Hyunjin feels his cock get even harder when an almost desperate moan tumbles from your lips against his. So he ads a little more pressure and starts circling your clit with two fingers, your sighs of pleasure mixing into the kiss.

“you’re so sensitive baby” he whispers as he parts his lips from yours “can I go down on you?” he grazes his lips over your chest, looking up at you seductively.

You nod as you bite your lip, hyunjin placing a few kisses on your tummy before shortly sitting up to also free you from your soaked panties.

The first stripe he licks up your slit, and how he swirls the tip of his tongue around your clit expertly sends you to heaven.

His hands are gripping your thighs to prevent you from closing your legs, your hands are tangled in his hair and the sheets.

“hyunj-fuck” you cry out when his tongue enters you.

He carefully prods one finger at your entrance “is that okay?” he asks, his voice hoarse and dripping with lust.

“yea” you sigh.

Once you adjust to one finger, he adds a second one, curling them upwards to search for that specific patch inside of you.

“yes-fuck right there” you moan when his fingers press onto the sweetest spot inside of you, tugging at his hair a little harshly. But you feel him moan against you, getting lost in your taste as he sucks your clit in between his soft lips.

Your hips buckle against his mouth as your eyes roll backwards, feeling the warmth of your orgasm approach rapidly.

“fuck fuck yes-hyunjin” you cry out just before he tipped you over the edge with his skillful ministration, your orgasm rushing up your spine and into your head, endorphins spreading everywhere.

A cry of pleasure fills the room as your thighs starts trembling with the aftershocks, clamping around his head when he drives you into overstimulation.

“oh-shit-“ you pant as you softly pushed on his forehead to get him away from your clit, his fingers still inside you, guiding you through your high.

He nibbles on your inner thigh apologetically. You can still hear your heartbeat in your ears after hyunjin removes his fingers from you and sits up, gently holding your legs together to help you calm down.

“fuck” you mewl, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

He’s wanted to do this for so long and there you are, with all of your naked glory in front of him.

While he’s daydreaming about you, you sit up and start fiddling with his sweatpants.

“you want more?” he quips, once he realises what you’re doing, leaning in to kiss you.

“mhm” you humm into the kiss affirmitavely when his hand holds you close to him by your jaw.

With a quick last peck to your lips he simultaneously shimmies the soft black sweats and his boxers off of himself.

You apparently visibly gulp at the sight of his cock because hyunjin smirks cockily “like what you see?” as he crawls above you again, his lips finding yours again and not waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know if you’ll fit” you mumble when he suckles at the soft nook of skin under your ear.

“we can stop here” he offers softly before locking eyes again.

You shake your head as you reach down to fist his length, slowly pumping it and smearing the few drops of precum around.

“no, you’re just really big” you huff with a shy smile on your lips at which hyunjin groans.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, you know?” he mutters against your lips before kissing you deeply, his hand smoothing over the slope of your waist before coming up to gently pinch at one of your nipples.

Eliciting a soft high pitched moan from you, this only spurs him on.

Rolling his tongue against yours desperately and making you taste yourself before sinfully sucking at the wet muscle.

All the while you’re stroking him with your small hand before cupping his balls, as if he didn’t already feel like he’s gonna blow his load way too early.

“please” you whine, guiding his reddened tip towards your entrance.

Hyunjin releases a shaky breath before replacing your hand with his, rutting his hips against yours a few times, coating his length in your wetness.

This already had your toes curling, suppressing a whine as you lock your legs around his waist.

“tell me if it hurts, yea?” he breathes, only pressing inside you after you nod, dropping a kiss to your swollen lips.

“fuck” he swears softly, tucking his face in the crook of your neck when he breaches your tight walls for the first time.

Your fingers tighten in his hair at the back of his neck when a subtle sting flares up inside of you.

“ah-“ your body flinches a little when he presses further inside, hyunjin notices, observing your expression before kissing your cheek and sitting up slowly.

“you’re doing so good, baby” he lifts his thumb to his lips, swiftly kitten-licking the digit before bringing it to where your bodies join.

Gently rolling your clit under his thumb to distract you from the pain.

“you look so perfect like this” his other hand travels over your stomach to gently squeeze at your breasts “all spread out for me”

You whimper, arching your back when hyunjin thrusts into you carefully; the pain slowly subsiding and the ache to be fully filled up by him growing exponentially when his cock rubs against your g spot.

“hyunjin” you moan, gripping onto his hand, which is resting atop your breast.

“yes baby, I’m here” he groans at how tight you feel once he’s balls deep inside of you, abandoning your clit to grab you by the hips for leverage.

His other hand resting on your cheek now, after a few trusts you moan “harder, please”

Hyunjin groans and fulfils your wish, at one particularly harsh thrust, you latch your lips around his pointer and middle finger, sucking at them.

“oh my god-that’s so fucking hot” he grunts through clenched teeth.

His cock dragging along your walls deliciously, filling you up to the brim as you hum around his slender fingers in pleasure.

“you like my hands that much baby?” his jaw is clenched and the grip on your waist is rough , the contrast to how sweet he was just a few minutes earlier had you clench around him furiously.

“fuck-“ he breathes when you nod to the best of your abilities, eyes wide open and holding his gaze.

You only release his fingers from in between your lips in favour for a loud high pitched moan when his other hand finds your clit again, rubbing harsh circles into the bud.

“-gonna cum-huynjin” you dig your nails into his biceps, eyes squeezing shut.

“yea?” he grits through his teeth the fingers that were previously trapped in your mouth now wrapping around your bared throat.

Not squeezing tightly, just resting there as if to show you that you’re his now.

Your thought gets confirmed when he rasps “you’re gonna date me after this, right pretty girl?”

You do look so pretty right now, tits bouncing and skin slapping because of the fast rhythm that he’s snapping his hips into yours, not to mention the subtle sheen of sweat that’s coating the both of you.

A desperate breathy chuckle tumbles from your lips “ yes-yes fuck” you feel your second orgasm creeping up on you.

“cum for me princess, all over my cock” he urges you on, his tip hammering into the sweet spot inside of you repeatedly before you crash into your second high of the night.

Your body convulses in pleasure as you call out his name mixed with profanities, your toes curling so hard you’re not sure if you can ever uncurl them again, and your nails probably leaving painful indents in his skin.

His thumb on your clit slows down until you grab his hand for him to stop, his hand around your neck grabs your free one, holding both of your hands over your head now.

“so good, baby” he mumbles, kissing your lips; mostly just breathing into each other as he rocks you through every wave of your orgasm.

Hyunjin looses himself in you not long after with a guttural moan and his eyes squeezing shut.

You coax him through it when he rests his face against your neck again, running your fingertips through his damp hair and over his broad back, muscles tensing under your gentle touch.

i“don’t fall asleep on me” you whisper sneakily, grinning when he chuckles against your neck, tickling the soft skin there.

He props himself up again to scan over your features, pushing some hair out of your face before kissing you tenderly.

“you okay?” his hand resting at your temple as he gently runs his thumb over your hairline.

“more than” you assure him, cupping his cheeks to pull his lips onto yours again.You think you can never get enough of his lips, anything about him for that matter; not when he makes you feel so cared about and safe.

“so does this mean we’re dating now?” he whispers after he has cleaned you up and tucked the both of you in bed.

“hmh” you nod your head sleepily, positioned on his bare chest.

“so I can spoon you once we fall asleep?” he asks, grin evident in his voice.

“you can spoon me but you can’t wake me up in the middle of the night if you get horny” you mumble jokingly, enjoying his fingers running down your spine as your eyelids get heavier.

“okay” he giggles softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before you whisper your good nights to each other.

And as promised, he doesn’t wake you up in the middle of the night because he’s horny.

It’s you who wakes him, because after 10 months of wasted time, you have a lot of catching up to do.

-

a/n: oml this is my first ever long fic so pls pls pls give me feedback, i had so much fun writing his even though it made me feel even more single but hey :))))

allsooo i waited til after work to publish this and i just saw i hit 500 followers?!?!?! thats crazy to me omg i started this like 2 months ago and so many ppl liked my stuff so much that they decided to follow me?? so i just wanna say thank u thank u thank u for hitting the follow button even though im very unorganized and everything i do is spontaneaous and not thought out well. but hey i guess there is a reason that u followed me so thank u!

(i’d love if u sent me an ask with the first one of my writings that u stumbled across, and how <3 ...only if u want tho no pressure) 

anyways thank u so much for reading if you’ve made it this far! i hope you have a great day/ night! much love

-aj

(this is a work of fiction and does not represent the real actions of stray kids or hwang hyunjin)

[your-nerd-is-showing]

AOT Alpha Levi x Omega Reader

Hi I am alive lol just had writers block.... Well still kinda do so this is something I had in the works and just needed a little bit to finish! Enjoy!

NSFW AFTER PHOTO

Content: Smut

Warnings: Slight bondage, unprotected sex, knotting, minors not allowed!

“Captain Levi!” Shouts a female voice. “Come on let's go out and have a drink!” The unknown female grabs his arm leading him down the street.

He walks into the bar but still can’t make out her entire face all he can see is long flowing (H/C) hair and beautiful piercing (E/C) eyes.

Suddenly there is an explosion, everything turns black and all Levi can hear is the female’s voice screaming out. “I’ll find you in every lifetime my love I swear it!”

Levi jolted awake from his dream drenched in sweat his breathing was heavy. “The same female in every dream of mine…. It has to mean something…. Could my mate be closer than I think? I have to find her soon…. (Y/N) where could you be?” He sniffed the air. “What's that wonderfully sweet aroma? It’s faint but it smells so good.”

Levi Ackerman thirty years old a very well known Alpha in search of his mate, but not any Omega it has to be her, the girl from his fantasies. The girl he has been with through every life time… (Y/N).

He rolled over and looked at his clock. “It’s only eleven pm?” He growled in frustration as he got up and got dressed. “I’m going to get a damn drink.” Levi headed out the door.

He made his way through the city, suddenly he smelled the same sweet aroma this time even stronger and before he knew it his feet were moving on their own in the direction of the sweet smell. His nose lead him to a bar. “The Moonlight Bar. Tch…. Sounds like a breeding ground for packs…. Not my kind of place.” He turned to leave.

“Levi!”

He whirled around. “Who’s there?” He called into the darkness but no one was around. He looked over to the bar entrance and saw a young female with long flowing (H/C) hair walk into the bar. He sniffed the air. “There's no doubt about it that intoxicating smell is coming from in there.” He rubbed his temples and sighed. “But why here? I remember hearing that this bar is for the black market of our kind and they auction off Omega's to pompous rich bastards that are too lazy to look for their own mates. I would never be caught dead in a place like this…. But against my better judgment….” He sighed again. “I’m going in.”

Hesitantly he walked up to the door and was instantly recognized by the bouncer.

“Ca- uh I-I mean Alpha Levi?” Said a young man with chestnut brown hair and green eyes.

“Tch…. Yes that’s me….” He replied.

The young man just looked at him dumbfounded.

“So are you going to let me in or am I not good enough?”

“S-sorry sir of course you can come in! I just never expected that you would show up here of all places.” Replied the young man as he opened the door for Levi.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Asked Levi.

“He doesn’t remember anything from our past lives? Odd.” The young man thought to himself.

“My name is Eren Jaeger.” He held out his hand to shake Levi's. “I’m a member of your pack actually that’s why I'm so surprised to see you here. You never struck me as the type who would want to buy themselves a wife.”

He shook Eren's hand and got a flashback of him riding on a horse. He was with a group of people, the only faces he could make out were Eren's and now he could finally see the face of his beloved (Y/N).

“Eren I know you from my past life?”

“Yes we served together in the Scouts. It’s good to see you it’s been too long. Come inside there’s a bunch of your friends in here we all work here.” Eren turned to his coworker. “I'll send you out back up ok?”

They went inside the bar, the sweet smell was now overwhelming his senses.

“Hey Eren do you smell that extremely sweet smell?” Levi asked him.

Eren sniffed the air. “No I don’t smell anything. Maybe one of the females is going through her heat cycle right now.” Eren's eyes grew wide.

“What?”

“When an Alpha smells that sweet aroma that means his mate is close! Only Alpha's can smell Omega's heat cycles remember?”

“That's why I’ve been brought here then and I'm guessing because I know you, you know who my mate is.”

“Right you are Levi! And good news she works here with us but isn’t part of our pack, she’s been waiting for you for a long time Levi.”

“Well what are you waiting for? Bring me to her you brat.”

Eren chuckled. “Still the same Levi with your sharp tongue. Okay follow me.” Eren brought Levi to the bar. “Here have a seat I’ll go get her.”

Levi sat down as Eren disappeared through the door to the kitchen.

“Hey Hanji where's (Y/N)? Levi is here for her.”

“She went to the bathroom the poor girl is in heat this one is really bad. She’s going crazy…. Babbling on about some irresistible musky smell. I'm worried about her with all the Alpha's around here.”

“And you let her go to the bathroom by herself!?”

Levi glanced over and saw you go into the bathroom, seconds after you went in a male followed you in. “Tch…. Like hell I’ll let that happen!”

You stumbled into the bathroom dizzy you couldn’t think straight as you collapsed on the sink. “W-what the hell is going on with me? I'm so out of it.” You tried to pull yourself up. “That smell…. That wonderful musky smell its overwhelming….”

“You know girl you really shouldn’t be here when you’re in heat like this.” Said a man from behind you he pushed up against you grabbing at your clothes. “Someone might get the wrong idea Omega…”

“What are you doing to me get off!” You wined out.

“You reek of pheromones you’re just begging to be wrecked by an Alpha!”

“Yea too bad it’s not you!” Shouted Levi as he pulled the Alpha off of you.

“L-Levi!?”

Levi punched the Alpha out with one hit.

Instantly your animal instincts took over and you pounced on Levi tearing at his clothes as you locked lips with him. He broke the kiss. “Seriously (Y/N) here in the bathroom that’s disgusting.”

“Levi!” You squeaked out as you grabbed his hand shoving it between your legs so he could feel how wet you were. “I honestly can’t help it my-my body is moving on its own. Please h-help relieve me, I've been waiting so long for you my love…. I've endured many lonely painful heat cycles without you…. I'm begging you.” You locked the bathroom door and pulled Levi's pants down taking his member in your mouth.

“Ung.” Grunted Levi his animal instincts getting the better of him. “O-okay (Y/N) quickly then I am taking you back to my apartment.” He pulled you off his member and pushed you up against the wall without a second thought you wrapped your legs around his waist. He moved your panties to the side and slipped in instantly giving you relief.

“Oooooooh L-Leviiiiiii!” You howled out as he went deep inside you.

He held your hips and thrusted deeper into you making you soak the floor.

You grabbed his head and attacked his lips kissing him passionately as you moaned into his mouth while he pounded into you.

Suddenly he stopped. “No we can’t do this here (Y/N)…. Our first time can’t be in the bathroom. You've heard how it gets the first time an Alpha and Omega mate.” He pulled himself together along with you.

“Levi!” You wined out as you tugged at his shirt.

“Behave brat.” He said as he carried you out of the bathroom. “If I have to keep my composure so do you.” He let you down instantly you clung to him.

All eyes were on the two of you as you made your way out of the bar another Alpha twice the size of Levi was stupid enough to try and come between you and him.

“Hey beautiful.” He reached out his hand to you. “Why don’t you leave this scrawny bastard and get with a real Alpha!” He boasted.

You growled as the Alpha tried to touch you, Levi broke his hand.

“How dare you try and lay your filthy paws on my Mate!” He snarled as he broke his other hand. “Let this be a lesson to anyone who underestimates me!” He kicked the Alpha breaking his ribs.

Levi ran out the door carrying you, with each second passing it was getting harder and harder to control himself. He groaned out in discomfort as he felt his member become unbearably painful. Your pheromones were driving him up the wall as your sweet secretions leaked all over his arm and pants. He started to run faster through the city and before you knew it he was busting down his door tearing your clothes off.

He threw you onto the bed and attacked your soaking core like a feral animal, lapping up the sweet juices dripping out of you. He growled as he dove deeper into you nibbling your clit.

“Ah-ahhhh L-Leviiiiii!” You cried out in pleasure as he bit your inner thighs marking you.

“At long last, you’re finally mine (Y/N).” He kissed your abdomen before diving back in attacking your clit once more instantly making you squirt.

Wildly you thrashed at every little touch as he ate you out. “L-Le-Leviiiii!” You howled out as he slowly dragged his tongue along your clit.

With every passing minute, Levi's animal instincts were becoming harder and harder to suppress. “F-fuck (Y/N) I can’t take it your sweet smell is driving me crazy.” He came up from between your legs and walked over to his closet. “Time for some real entertainment.” He came back over to you with a collar, chains and a paddle.

You looked at him all excited. “Oooooooh this is going to be fun!” You giggled.

Levi grabbed you and put the collar on your neck. He yanked on the leash hard pulling you over to him. He turned you around and pushed you onto the bed ass straight up in the air your sweet secretions dripping out of you. Levi took the chains bounded your hands and feet. With one final tug he spread your legs wide open putting you on display for him to marvel at. “That’s a good girl so willing and ready for her Alpha.” He wrapped his muscular arm around your stomach forcing you down the air got thick all of a sudden, as you gasped in surprise. “I’m going to take you now.” He whispered into your ear, you felt the knot in your stomach get tighter as your heart tried to beat out of your chest.

For so long you’ve waited for this day, for so long your body has been begging for its mate. You gasped in surprise as Levi rammed his cock inside you while he bit down on your neck hard marking you again. He yanked on the leash choking you as he pounded into you. You arched your back howling out in pleasure as Levi clawed at your stomach going deeper and deeper with every thrust. ��Ohhhhh my God Levi!” You moaned out as he slapped your ass with the paddle.

“That’s a good girl fuck (Y/N) you feel so good on him!” Levi howled as he grabbed your hips pounding deeper and deeper.

“Oh, oh, Ohhhhhh Levi fuck that feels amazing, Ohhhhh yes just like that!” You moaned out as he rammed deeper into you. You felt the knot in your stomach tense up as you became wetter with every thrust, your knees started to shake. “Fuck L-Le-Leviiiii I'm, I’m, I’m gonna c-cu-cummmmmmm!” You howled out Levi pounded into you even deeper as your toes curled, back arching, body trembling Levi earned your first orgasm.

Levi pulled out and undid all the chains so he could lay you down on the bed. He spread your legs going back down on you licking up your sweet juices as he inserted a couple fingers.

You moaned out as you grabbed small fist fulls of Levi's soft raven hair gently tugging it as he nipped at your clit making you squirt. You slowly moved your hips as Levi's fingers moved faster in and out of you.

He pressed his tongue to your clit and swirled it around, Levi felt your body tense up as your walls clenched around his fingers feeling your juices leak out of you as he got another orgasm from you. “That’s a good girl cum for me!” He pulled his fingers out and licked up the juices. He positioned himself between your legs.

You looked up at Levi. “I want to be on top…. If that’s okay with you Levi?”

“Of course it is (Y/N).” Levi laid down and you mounted him slowly sliding down on his throbbing cock making him moan. “Fuck (Y/N).” Levi grabbed your ass spreading your cheeks as he pounded into you.

You wildly rode Levi's cock feeling the growing knot at the base of his shaft, your core was throbbing as you felt yourself preparing to take his knot. Your body started to tremble as Levi's knot became bigger and bigger with every thrust. “F-fuck Levi I'm ready! My body is begging for you to shove your knot inside me! Give me your children Levi!” You howled out as you leaned down and bit his chest marking him.

Levi obeyed without hesitation and rammed his knot inside you, your walls clenching down on it as he released his seed.

You collapsed on his chest. “That was amazing my love.” You tenderly kissed him on the lips.

Levi removed the collar as he kissed you back. “Yes it was (Y/N I love you so much.” Levi moved his head towards your neck licking it until you fell asleep on top of him. He grabbed the blankets wrapping you and him up in them. He held you close still connected to you as he drifted off to sleep.

[mrska1parker]

Busted || Kai Parker

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Kai Parker x Fem!Reader [Y/N]

Summary: You were at the club with Kai and he catches you dancing with someone else and things get a bit heated.

Warnings : Language, Smut, Degrading, Alcohol usage, choking.

A/N: I hope you enjoy 🤍

Requested: 12590A02 on Wattpad!

- "Come on, Kai. I’m so tired of being stuck up in the house." You whined to him wrapping your arms around his looking into the bathroom mirror. "I know, princess. I’m almost ready." He looks down at you. You look up at him and then release and pull your dress down a bit revealing your clevage. Kai looks over at you. "I don't like that. Fix it." You look at him in the mirror. "I don't think so, i’ll do what i want." Kai looks at you and puts his hand around your neck firmly and squeezes slightly. "You are gonna fix your dress or else." You get scared and pull your dress up covering you cleavage. Kai let's go of your neck. "Good girl."

- You walk outside to the car together while holding hands, and swinging your arms. You get to the door and Kai opens the door for you and you get inside. He closes the door and then gets in the Drivers Side. You both buckle up and he puts his hand on your thigh as you guys drive off. "You need to be in your best behavior tonight, you can drink because i’m driving but don't do anything stupid." Kai looks over at you. You look back at him when he finishes his sentence and you nod "I understand."

[Time Skip To The Club]

- You had been at the club for around an hour and you were buzzed. You were tipsy and slightly out of it. This guy kept eyeing you across the dance floor giving you those looks. He makes his way over to you and puts his hand on your waist and you being a little drunk didn't even care. Kai at the time was sitting at the bar just talking. The guy was grinding against your ass and feeling all your curves through your skimpy black dress. Kai gets up from the bar to check up on you. He sees you dancing with the guy and he is furious. He makes his way to you and pushes the guy off of you. "Get your hands off of my girl, right now." The guy puts his hands up and walks away. "And you.." Kai scoffs. "Oh, you are dead." Kai picks you up and walks you out to the car. He puts you in the passenger seat. He gets in the car and looks at you and stares with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.

- "What the hell do you think you are doing? Thinking just because I want around for 10 minutes that you could just go act like a little slut? You are going to regret doing that. I told you to behave bitch." You looked down knowing you fucked up. You were also putting your legs together tightly from your core getting wet from his words. You loved when he degraded you, it made you super horny. You tried to play with your clit through panties but you didn't want kai to notice so you were being very cautious about every movement. You accidentally moan and you quickly stop when you feel eyes on you. You guys pull up in the driveway. Kai cups your face and turns your face towards him. You gulped loudly. "You asked for this."

- You giggled and ran into the house quickly. He followed behind you quickly. You dart upstairs and jump on the bed and he is right behind you getting on top of on the bed and kissing down your neck. You kept on throwing your head back and letting out loud moans. "Fuck, Kai." you feel him grin on your neck. "You like that don't you, slut." You nod. "Yea, I do." you open your eyes and run your hands through your hair. "Lets get this off of you." He tugs on your shirt, lifting it up off your body revealing your black lingerie. Kai licks his lips at your body. He begins kissing down your body and getting closer and closer to your soaked core. At this point your body was aching for him. You wanted him in that moment more than anything. Kai gets to your panties and pulls them off with his teeth and letting out a low growl. "Already so wet for me like a little slut."

- Kai licks his lips and puts his tongue onto your swollen clit, and sucking lightly. He snaps his magic and applies extra pleasure to your clit. You let out a loud moan "HOLY HELL MALACHAI, FUCK." Your legs begin to shake and to make you go even more crazy. Kai slips two fingers into your dripping core. "OMG, IM GONNA CUM." You release onto his hand. Kai kisses your lips and then it turns into making out.

- "I want you to fuck me, malachai." You smirk. "I guess I can give you what you want." He quickly strips and gets on top of you and pushes your legs up. "I'm about to make sure you never ever dance with another guy again." He aligns himself and looks at you. You nod for reassurance. He slowly slips himself inside allowing you to adjust. "f-fuck kai." you look up at him. "You're so tight around me y/n." He starts to speed up soon the sound of skin slapping was so loud. The room smells like of beautiful sex. You guys are coming up closer to your high. Kai is letting out grunts and moans and so are you. "I'm so close." he smirks at the thought of you releasing onto him. "Me too, baby." He starts speeding up more to drag out for you to reach your high. You feel his cock twitching in you and you feel yourself clenching around him more and more. You guys both reach your high and you let out a loud moan as you release and you feel Kai feel you up. "Fuck, y/n.'' Kai flops down next to you and you roll over and lay on his chest and you both fall asleep from exhaustion.

[xuxibelle]

Secrets - Sweet Pea (Riverdale)

It’s no secret you and Sweet Pea were NOT friends. Were you both from the Southside? Yes. Were you both Serpents? Yes. That didn’t mean you automatically had to be friends. Jughead, Betty, Toni, Fangs….  Those were your best friends. The ones you could always count on…. For anything, anytime… literally. But this one… he knew just how to get under your skin in the right way every time… It’s like he was in your head.

With your history in dating, you had decided to take yourself off the market for a while and just focus on yourself and school. Lately, though, you had been feeling like you wanted to start up again, so you decided to try a local dating app you’d heard about at school. That was mistake number one. Mistake number two was the person you chose from said dating app. At the time, you thought he wasn’t really a bad person... He seemed nice online (don’t they all), but he turned out to be not so nice. Betty got worried when you didn’t answer her texts, so she had Jughead text you as well. When you didn’t respond to his texts or Toni’s phone calls, they did the only thing they could think of… They asked “him” to go check on you knowing he lived beside you and he was free at the time. Toni and Jughead were working and Betty didn’t have a way to get to where you are any quicker than he could, so she thought it was a good idea.

“Why me, Toni? You know she doesn’t like me,” he sighed looking up at Toni from his drink at the bar.

“Because Sweet Pea … You’re the closest person that can get to her that we all trust… Jug is working. I’m working. And you’ll get to her way quicker than Betty will… Please,” Toni begs with puppy dog eyes watching him think it over as he chews on his straw.

“Fine… but only because it’s you that asked,” he agrees as he pushes away from the bar and begins to walk away.

“Thank you!” Toni yells watching as he throws his hand in the air walking out. Knocking on your door, he waits for you to answer but hears nothing. You expect whoever it is to leave since you don’t answer, but they knock again. Assuming it’s Toni since she’s called you repeatedly you ask her to leave.

 “Go away Toni. *sniffle* I’m fine,” you say in a weak voice. You slightly jump when you hear a male voice, not expecting it. When it registers who it is, you also ask him to leave.

“Well, I’m definitely not Toni, but I’m also not leaving. I can tell you’re not fine, Y/N. She asked me to come check on you,” Sweet Pea tells you.

“Why do you care? We’re not even friends?” you question.

“Can you please let me in?” he asks. You think about it for a minute before you tell him to come in. Looking around, he finally spots you sitting in the corner of the living room, curled up in a ball. “OMG… Y/N/N… What happened?” he asks as he rushes beside you “Who did this? Are you okay?” The words rush out of his mouth as he kneels beside you. You half laugh as you reach a hand up to your lip as you wince. “Tell me what happened.” You shake your head no as you look up at him.

“It’s ok. It’s over,” you tell him with a small smile. He shakes his head right back at you.

“Like hell it is!” He tells you with a fire in his eyes you’ve not seen before. Holding his hand out to you, you take it as he gently pulls you to stand, helping you to the couch as you sit facing each other. Taking your hands in his, he looks you in the eyes with a pleading look. “Tell me, Y/N…. You tell me who did this right now. Where were you tonight?” he questions you. You feel the tears begin to slip past your eyes again as you remember the events that had happened earlier in the night as you tell him what happened.

“I had… a date… I guess you would call it,” you said with a sniffle wiping away a tear. “It was supposed to be anyway. I was getting tired of being alone, I guess. I don’t know,” you admit with a shrug.

“This guy you were with tonight… he did this to you? Tore your dress? Hit you? Your eye is turning black… your lip is busted, bleeding,” he asked as he looked you over running his thumb softly under your eye wiping away a tear as you closed your eyes and nodded.

“Yes… he did,” you admitted. He nodded in understanding as he texted Toni that you were alive and conscious, however, a little beaten up. Obviously, she flipped. She got someone to finish her shift so she could head over. While you waited, you continued to talk.

“Who was it?” he asked you.

“What?” you said as you looked over at him.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N/N. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Who…?”

“Chuck” you admit as you watch his eyes widen.

“Clayton?” he asks as you nod in confirmation. “Are you serious? Why were you out with that guy”?

“Why not?”

“You know how he is!”

“Well, yea… Now I do.”

“Don’t joke about this.”

“I’m not…” You both went silent for a few minutes before you spoke up again. “Pea… Why do you even care? It’s not like we’re friends or anything….” you say as you stand to go to your room.

“Let me help you.” He says as he puts his hands on your waist and steadies you.

“I’m fine.” You say as you look up at him.

“No, you’re not.” He says as he leads you to your room. You sat on the edge of your bed slowly as you let go of his hand. “What can I do?” You look up at him with soft eyes.

“I need to get out of this… It’s like I can still feel him,” you tell him.

“Anything specific you want?” he asks as he walks to your dresser. You shake your head.

“No. I just can’t be in this anymore.” He walks back over to you handing you your favorite soft pajamas. You smile up at him. “What?”

“Those are my favorite.”

“What can I say? I have good taste...” he says with a wink. “Do you need help?”

“I’m not sure,” you tell him honestly. “Could you stay here, maybe just turn around in case I do need help?”

“Of course,” he tells you with a small smile as he turns his back as you begin to change. You thankfully manage to get your pajamas on by yourself.

“Ok. All done,” you say quietly as you watch him turn around and look at you.

“Come on then, let’s get you comfortable,” he says as he helps you into bed and propped up on some pillows so you’re not in any pain. “There you go. You’re all set now,” he says as he starts to stand up straight. You grab his hand before he walks away.

“Will you stay… Until Toni gets here… You told her what happened, so I know she’s coming,” you ask him quietly. “Please?”

“Of course,” he tells you as he sits on the bed beside you.

“Sweets, Can I ask you something?”

“Maybe….” He says as he squints at you making you laugh and hold your ribs. “Oof, sorry,” he laughs lightly.

“It’s okay. I need to laugh after today,” you admit. “What made you come today?” He took a breath and looked at you before he answered.

“Because Toni asked me.”

“What’s the real answer,” you dig.

“That is the real answer,” he half laughs. “She asked me because she and Jug were working, and I could get here quicker than Betty.”

“But Betty still could have come. You could have said no.”

“This is true,” he admits with a nod.

“Then…”

“Then what, Y/N/N?”

“What’s the rest? Tell me the real reason, Sweets,” Just as he opened his mouth to answer, your front door slammed shut and you see Toni marching into your room.

“What in the holy hell, Y/N? You can’t answer someone or call for help?” she nearly yells at you making your eyes well with tears once again.

“Toni, come on. Don’t you think she’s been through enough?” Sweet Pea defends you.

“No, Sweets. It’s ok,” you tell him.

“Sweet Pea, can you give us some privacy please?” Toni asks him.

“Only if you’re not gonna yell at her anymore.”

“I promise. I’ll keep my cool. If I don’t, she’ll tell you.” You nod at him before you watch him leave and Toni takes his place on the bed. “Y/N… I’m sorry for yelling. But you have to understand you had us all worried to death.”

“I do… And I am so completely sorry. I just… I couldn’t face anyone after what he did,” you admit.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” she asks making you shudder. “You don’t have to.”

“Not yet. I don’t want to have to repeat it again to Jug and Betty. I’d rather do it all at once.”

“I understand that. But nothing seriously bad happened right?”

“No, nothing that far. I swear. I’d have you calling Sherriff Keller myself,” you half laughed.

“Good. I’m glad nothing got that far, but I hate this happened… Is there anything I can do?” she asks.

“No… there’s nothing that can be done now.” You tell her as you sit on your bed and talk for a while.

“You should rest a bit. Betty said she and Jug would be here soon,” she tells you.

“You won’t leave?” you ask.

“Of course not.” You close your eyes as you try to rest while you wait on your friends to arrive. The next thing you know, you are being shaken awake as you scream.

“Y/N…. Y/N, wake up. It’s ok. You’re dreaming,” You hear Jughead say as your eyes pop open wide and search the room for something familiar before you see your three friends in front of you and you begin to calm down.

“OMG, I’m sorry…” you say as you begin to cry again. “I’m so sorry, Jug.”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he tells you as he gives you a hug. “You’re okay. We’re all here.”

“He’s not?”

“No, he’s not. You’re safe,” Betty tells you.

“Jug, why are you all wet,” you ask him making him laugh.

“It started raining on the way over,” he explained. “Are you okay?”

“Yea, I think so. Thank you both for coming,” you tell them.

“Of course! We’re your friends, Y/N. Why wouldn’t we?” Betty asks you.

“I don’t know. I just didn’t want to bother anyone,” you admit.

“Bother anyone… After something like this happened?” Jughead asks you as you nod sheepishly. “Y/N/N, something like this should be reported.”

“No… No, I don’t want to do that…” you tell him. “I’m okay.”

“Will you tell us what happened?” he asks you quietly. You take a deep breath and nod as you look up at your friends. As you go through your story of what happened through your night, you had to stop a couple times to breathe, but you get through it with minimal tears.

“Hang on. I have to take this,” Jughead says as his phone begins to ring walking out into the hallway.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Betty asks you.

“I’m okay enough,” you tell her.

“What?” you hear him shout outside the room before punching the wall. “Find him,” was the last thing you heard before he came back in the room.

“What was that about?” you ask.

“Nothing” he tells you with no emotion on his face. “As for you… if you go on anymore online dates… have someone check on you, make it a double date, or go to the Wyrm. Understood? This will not happen again,” he tells you sternly as you nod at him. He was like a big brother to you. Your Dad had passed when you were young, and your mom was in and out of jail, so FP basically helped raise you. A few minutes later, your door flew open yet again. 

This time you see a very wet Fangs trying to help an also very wet but beaten Sweet Pea through your door. Before anyone else could do anything, you were out of your bed and rushing to them. Your arm around Sweet Pea’s waist helping Fangs get him to the table in the kitchen. “You still have your Dad’s old stuff?”

“Yea. Other bedroom,” you tell Jughead as you turn your attention to the two guys in front of you. “What happened?” You asked as you brought the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink to the table. Jughead returned with a couple towels, a pair of sweatpants, and a t-shirt. You clean up the cuts on Sweet Pea’s face and hands after Jughead helped change the wet clothes. “So, who’s gonna tell me what’s going on?” you quietly ask as you put your supplies down on the table.

“Y/N/N… leave it,” Jughead tries to tell you.

“No,” you say a little louder. “First this happens to me… Then Sweets disappears after he comes to check on me and he comes back like this and now no one will talk to me…?” You stand up and begin to pace around the kitchen as you feel their eyes watching you. “Someone start talking, so help me…” you say as you raise your hands in front of you.

“You really have no idea… do you…?” Jughead stares at you in amazement.

“Jug. It’s okay,” Sweet Pea tells him. Jughead walks over to you tapping your forehead.

“Open your fucking eyes, Y/N…” and with that, Jug walks out of the room with everyone staring at him.

“And I think that’s my cue to leave. I’m gonna go check on Toni,” Fangs says awkwardly as he walks to your bedroom where the girls still were. You look from where Fangs walked back to Sweet Pea.

“Okay… if that wasn’t awkward enough… do you know what they’re talking about?” you ask quietly as you sit in front of Sweet Pea. You watch as he takes a breath before he answers you. He raises his eyes to look you in the eye.

“You don’t know where I went, do you?” he asked, watching you shake your head no. “I… went to find Chuck…” he admitted as he watched your eyes widen.

“OMG, Sweets… Why… Why would you do something like that?” you ask exasperated. You saw a sad smile on his face as he looked down at his hands.

“You don’t understand…” he says quietly still looking at his hands. You can almost hear a sadness in his voice.

“Explain it to me?”

“I couldn’t let him get away with what he did to you…” he says as he raises his eyes to meet yours, this time you see that fire you saw before when he saw you in the living room.

“Me?” you ask as you see him nod. “Why me?” He laughs as he lets a single tear escape before he quickly wipes it away.

“Y/N/N…. You… Y/N… I…” he begins slowly. “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids…” Your eyes nearly bug out of your head as he finishes his sentence. “Yea… I thought so.”

“Why haven’t you said anything? All this time I thought you hated me,” you ask in confusion.

“Honestly? I was told to keep my distance from you,” he confesses with a serious look. You were beyond puzzled to who would have told him anything like this.

“Who would have told you to stay away from me?” you ask. When he goes to answer you stop him. “Wait… don’t tell me… It was FP, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah… Yes it was,” he admits as you screw your face up in disgust.

“Wait til I get my hands on him…”

“Why is that?” he asks watching your reactions.

“Because he knew how I felt about you… that’s why he did that…” you explain.

“Wait… How do you feel about me?” he asks you.

“….felt. I said felt,” you correct him.

Well, that’s too bad… I mean… I did go get jumped by four Northsiders for you…” he teases.

“FOUR?! I thought this was Chuck??” You shout making him laugh.

“It was! But his friends were close by. Luckily so was Fangs,” he explains as you stand up to walk in front of him. Brushing the hair that had fallen out of his face, you lean down and press your forehead to his and smile as you lightly press your lips against his.

“You absolutely did not have to go after him. You do know that right?” you ask him with your foreheads still together. You feel him barely nod his head.

“Of course I do, but I also care enough about you that I couldn’t let him get away with it,” he tells you before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips back to yours. You slip your hands up in his hair moving your lips against his before you hear someone clearing their throat behind you causing you both to jump and look in their direction. You see all four of your friends: Toni, Fangs, Betty, and Jughead. And they all had smirks on their faces watching you two.

“Fucking finally,” you hear Jughead say as Betty laughs.

“Aww, come on Jugs… She didn’t know…” Toni tells him.

“Wait… Wait… You all knew…?” you ask as you look between them.

“Yea, pretty much all the Serpents did,” Fangs tells you as you roll your eyes.

“Thanks for telling me, guys,” you laugh.

“Well, you know FP,” Toni reminds you.

“True, but no more secrets from each other. Deal?” and with that, you all agreed.

[9layerdevilfoodcake]

HelloGoodbye/Part 1:It’s The End Of The World As We Know It

Summary: it’s the last day of life as you know it at Camp Redwood when the apocalypse comes calling, but what does that mean for the souls shackled to this particular hellmouth?

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of death, implied-ish smut, the end of the world?

//

The day the world ended started out the same as any other.

You woke up to the sunrise, wrapped in a jumble of blankets, limbs and bleached hair.

Sleep wasn’t really necessary for the undead, but it just came naturally, like muscle memory. Plus it was a nice way to pass the time.

But it was what came after a good night’s sleep that was your favorite part of the day, more specifically it was waking up next to him.

There are few things better in life (past or present) than waking up in his arms.

Your lover? Boyfriend? Mutual sufferer in eternal purgatory?

You’re not really sure what you would call him. You and Xavier both agreed the afterlife was no place for labels.

But if you asked any of the other souls shackled to this hellmouth with you, they would all call you two the same thing; inseparable.

It had been that way for decades, you spent almost every reawoken moment together. He was the one thing that made your afterlife feel as though it’s axis tipped more towards heaven than hell.

He was the light at the end of the tunnel. And looking at him now, eyes closed, lips parted, and sleeping soundly without a care in the world. You might go as far as to say you are thankful you didn’t listen to your gut, and made the (what at the time you thought regrettable) decision to take your friend's extra ticket and step foot on the haunted site for a music festival, one that never even happened mind you.

You got stabbed in the face and she didn’t get to blow Billy Idol, you guess you would call the weekend a bust for the both of you.

You’re comfortably laying back and reminiscing, when you feel Xavier stir.

The long hum that leaves his lips, followed by their soft touch on your shoulder lets you know he’s awake and it’s followed by a mumbled “Good morning”.

“Good morning” you answer back. Leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on his lips. A little too chaste for his liking, so before you can pull away he grabs hold of the back of your neck and pulls you back down for more.

One perk of being dead, no morning breath. There’s no need to break the mood with a trip to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Not that that would stop him anyways, through your time with Xavier you have come to realize that there are very few things he won’t try, and even less he would determine “too gross” to kill his mood.

So much like countless mornings before this, it’s a good couple of hours before you two make it out of bed and decide to properly “get up”.

“What should we do today?” He asks as he’s rummaging through the luggage some ghost adventurer left behind in their haste to “get the fuck out of this place”. It had been years since anyone around here had partaken in any blood sport. But that didn’t mean there was still no fun in scaring the tourists. (And maybe occasional bets were taken to see who could get a camper to wet themselves first).

He pauses and holds up a pair of dark blue wranglers, waiting for your opinion.

You just shake your head in dismissal.

“We haven’t been in the lake in a while. We could take a dip...then maybe you could take a dip…” you say wiggling your eyebrows to insinuate your innuendo, while you make your way over to the stash, taking over the search for yourself.

“No”

“Why not?” You know the reason for his rejection, but can’t help giving him a little pout anyways.

“After what happened last time? Not happening.” His voice is stern but with the underlying playfulness that’s always present between the two of you.

“Oh come on...I won’t let that happen again.”

“Believe it or not, drowning is not fun, dead or alive. And you know what’s worse than drowning once? Coming back to and drowning again because the person with their legs wrapped around your head hasn’t even noticed!” He emphasizes his “anger” by snatching the green umbro shorts you’d found from your hands and proceeding to dramatically stomp his legs through the holes before pulling them up around his hips.

“You only have yourself to blame for that, if you weren’t always such a tease I would have known something was wrong. I just thought you were trying to work me up and build my anticipation, not give me some signal your foot was stuck in the mud” You argue back tossing him a cut off Duran Duran t-shirt, that despite its tag saying 2018 has been given holes and bleached to give it a “vintage” look. The irony of donning such items always makes you laugh.

As he finishes getting dressed you simply look at him with that same pout back on your face, although it slowly morphs into a smile as you see his resolve slipping away.

Who is he kidding, he could never say no to you. He would do anything you ever asked. He would drown every hour, on the hour, if it kept you looking at him the way you are now.

“Fine, but if I start slapping your thighs it is not to keep you in line, it’s me begging for oxygen.”

“Ok” you agree with a chuckle as you grab his hand and head to the door, but he holds his place, making you turn and raise a brow at him.

“And the next time those birdwatchers are in camp, you have to blow me in front of that Condor’s nest they all jizz their jeans for.”

“Sure” you answer, shrugging your shoulders, not a bad trade...

“While they’re taking pictures of it.”

You pause for barely a moment to think that over, who were you kidding, you’re just as whipped as he is.

“Deal”

You weren’t in the water very long before you heard it, a siren sounding in the distance.

Xavier had only just removed your bottoms before you were pulling him up by his hair.

“What?” He asks, as he emerges, shaking droplets out his face with a look of confusion mixed with some underlying self doubt. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you hear that?”

As you both listen the sirens start to get louder and new ones join in the cacophony of sounding alarms.

“Yea, they’re probably just testing the storm sirens?”

“All of them?”

Before Xavier can talk you out of worrying and let him “get back to work” you’re interrupted by Chet yelling at you from the dock.

“Hey! You guys should see this”

Once you both redress you make your way to the cabin which once upon a time was assigned to the male counselors, but now it serves as more of a clubhouse for the lingering spirits. Upon entry you see almost every soul in the camp crowded around the TV.

There have only been two occasions when you have all collectively been in the same place at the same time; when you got revenge on Margaret, and when you made plans for what to do about the “Ramirez problem”.

Something big must be happening.

“What’s going on?” Xavier inquires as you join the group.

“The end of the world” Answers Montana, in a voice so calm she almost sounds bored, it’s like that happens every week.

“Oh no did Belinda Carlyle die?!”

“No...not yet anyway”

Your attention is brought back to the flat screen television Jingle’s son Bobby had gifted you. After his visit, he had been kind enough to set up wifi around the camp, as well as pay for a cable package, with the help of Brooke and Rita (or whatever her real name was). After hours of trying to explain how a touch screen works, as well as the grappling concept of Bluetooth; he deemed the pursuit pretty much a wash. But you did all know how to work a television, so most days were spent watching reruns of Knight Rider or Press Your Luck, and checking in with the nightly news.

So now you found yourself surrounded by your fellow ghosts, watching the man on the tv announce the incoming missiles and saying a teary goodbye to his family.

“What does this mean? I mean for us?” The question came from one of the victims of the first massacre in the 70s, whose name you were now feeling a little guilty for never bothering to learn.

It was a good question nonetheless, your souls kept coming back after just about any obstacle thrown at you, staying attached to the camp, but would they stay attached to a camp that wasn’t even there?

Unfortunately this was also a question nobody knew the answer to.

“Should we go to a basement or something?” Chet chimed in

“I doubt a basement will win the fight against a nuclear bomb, at least this close to the blast radius.” Trevor now spoke up, making his way over to the television to check another news channel, before addressing the group. “Besides does that even matter for us?”

“I guess we’ll find out soon enough”

As everyone is switching back and forth between intently checking the news and murmuring confusion between each other, you pull Xavier aside.

“Xavier, just in case we don’t make it. I just want you to know” you start, averting your gaze as you feel the tears begin to pool in your eyes. “...I just...I’m really...you’ve been…” you’re trying to find a way to tell him how much he’s meant to you, and the amount of gratitude you have for his patience and understanding, how he’s made every day a memorable one for you, how he’s the best person you’ve ever known, dead or alive. How you don’t believe you’ve actually been stuck wandering the earth together all these years, because when you’re with him you think you must have done something right in your life, because there is no doubt in your mind this is what heaven feels like. But you can’t, you can’t get a single word out if you want to keep any semblance of calm and keep the flood gates from opening.

Thankfully Xavier stops you before your nonsensical blubbering can go any further.

“I know, you have too.” He says this as he clasps your hands in his, before moving one hand up to wipe a stray tear from your cheek and bringing your attention back to him. As you look at him you see glassy blue orbs filled with tears that match your own, holding behind them eons of love and unsaid devotion. But he is much better at holding himself together so he marches on.

“If something happens and we don’t make it through this. Or we end up in some new shittier purgatory, I promise you I’ll come find you there! There is nothing in this life or any other that can keep me from you, okay? We’re gonna be alright though, I promise”

All you can do is nod your head, and muster up enough strength to get out a quiet “I love you”

“I love you too”

You and Xavier sit on the bunk that was once designated as his, all those years ago when he came here with the hope of a fun summer away from his troubles. Back then he was always running; running to something, running from something. There was never any certainty in his life, not even in his after life, not until you.

Now he’s starting to feel like that scared boy he once was. The one once found on the edge of death in MacArthur Park, trying so desperately to feel anything, and trying even more in vain to make that feeling last. He had nothing to loose back then in his desperate pursuit for euphoria. But he learned real fast that when things sounded too good to be true they most certainly were.

And that’s why he holds you closer now. Because you were the greatest good he has ever known, and there is certainly no way someone as wretched and cursed as him could ever keep someone as exceptional and pure as you.

He’d tasted bliss for too long now, and it must be time for the collector to come calling. But that didn’t mean he would let you go without a fight, because here in your arms is the only place that has ever felt like home, and he would protect his fortress come hell or high water (or the literal end of the world).

But that fight may or may not come and right now was about settling your nerves and keeping you calm. So he puts his resolve on the back burner and moves to pull you into his lap to whisper words of love and encouragement while you wait for the missiles to strike.

You feel them before you hear them, the impact on the earth, who knows how many miles away, before it broke the sound barrier. You didn’t even have enough time to process the incoming force before you were knocked out and everything and everyone you had known for decades was wiped away.

/

There is no way to tell how much time has passed when you wake in a pile of rubble and ash, with no discernable clue as to where you were in relation to the miles of identical rubble and ash that surrounded you. You weren’t sure where in the camp you were. The only thing keeping you believing this was even still Redwood were the semblance of remaining trees around you. Other than that there was nothing else insight but dirt and debri, and no sign of any other soul.

After you got your bearings you go in search of Xavier, or anyone else for that matter.

After a few minutes you come across a spot of land that seems vaguely familiar. Although there are no more cabins and no more dock, you’re pretty sure the crater that sits before you used to be the lake.

The lake where you died.

The lake you had no escape from for the past 30 years.

The lake you were swimming in only a few minutes ago.

The lake where you and Xavier spoke your first words to each other.

The lake where you sat on the dock dipping your toes in the water as you told one another that you loved each other for the first time.

The lake that you used to think if you never saw again, would be too soon.

The lake that you would now give anything to see full again.

After a couple minutes lost in your reverie, you hear a voice in the distance. One you’d recognize anywhere.

Without a moments hesitation you take off towards its source.

After tripping over countless branches and what you can only assume used to be one of the cabins you make it to a clearing and see Xavier bounding your way with Chet in tow.

“Oh my god! Thank god you're okay!” He breathes out as he pulls you into his embrace. You feel him exhale in relief as he holds you, before he lets you go in order to inspect you, searching for any signs of distress.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“No I’m fine, are you ok?”

After looking him over in return to make sure everything’s alright and he gives you a nod, you look over to Chet, who you had quite honestly forgotten was there.

“You too?”

“Yea we’re fine, it’ll take more than one measly nuclear bomb to take down all this” he accentuates by raising his shirt and slapping his abs.

“I’m glad to see your modesty survived the blast as well” you answer giving him a wink and a nudge before you continue.

“we should find the others.”

/

It took a couple hours to track down the rest of your group. At least what felt like it, with the clocks gone there was no telling what time it was.

And the haze the bombs left kept it constantly looking like dusk.

After regrouping you all agreed you should look for any pieces of camp left behind, any signs of life, or just any signs of anything at all.

/

And that’s how it went for the next couple of days. You would walk around looking for signs of life, and finding very few momentos left behind by the camp. Then every once in a while you would all regroup in the middle of the crater that was once the lake, and switch between theories of what was happening out in the rest of the world and reminiscing about times when this place was still standing.

/

Almost everyone in your group of confidants, aside from Ray, was sitting at your usual meeting spot when he came barreling towards you all.

“You guys come here I have to show you something.” His voice was full of excitement.

“What?” Montana asked back, thoroughly unimpressed with his optimism. You had never met two people more different. To Montana, Ray was like a pesky mosquito, who she would often shoo away, that is when she wasn’t bossing him around and telling him to “make himself useful”.

“Just trust me it’s important.”

After a few minutes of grumbling and feet dragging. You and Xavier, Montana, Trevor, and Chet made your way to the empty piece of land Ray was pointing at. Picking up Bertie and the real nurse Rita along the way.

“What? What are we supposed to be looking at?” Bertie questioned, taking it upon herself to ask what you were all wondering.

“Right here.” He points to a spot on the ground, that aside from the line he had made with his shoe, looked the exact same as the rest of your surroundings.

“This is the entrance to Camp Redwood.”

“How do you know? There’s nothing here.” Xavier pointed out motioning around to the surrounding emptiness.

“I have measured the number of steps to the entrance, from just about every place in this camp.”

“God somebody needs to get laid. You have way too much time on your hands.” Xavier regards. And you can’t help but let a laugh slip out.

Narrowing his eyes at that comment, Ray attempts to defend himself. “We’ve been here for decades. Chet wouldn’t even talk to me for years, and before you met y/n, you and Montana only acknowledged me when I was cleaning up your messes, and I….you know what I don’t have to explain myself. What I’m about to show you will have you praising me for the way I chose to pass the time. You should all be kissing my loafers for this.”

Ray was really getting sick of still being the butt of the other counselors jokes and jabs. Even now at the end of the world, when he has made such a monumental discovery.

Deciding not to waste more time getting upset he proceeds.

“So as you know most of the camp has been destroyed and there aren’t really any notable places left behind? Well there is one. The tree we all signed our names on, well most of it anyways. But lucky for us I could still make out both Trevor and Xavier’s names. And exactly 644 steps straight ahead of those signatures is the entrance to the camp.

“You’re point being?” Montana snips, tired of waiting for him to get to the climax of his story.

“My point being. Right now I am in Camp Redwood.”

He says, before he slowly and dramatically takes one long stride over the line he had drawn.

“...now I’m not...”

“and I feel fine”

Notes: i wasn’t really planning on uploading any of my writing here, but I feel like there is more of an interest in Xavier content than on ao3 so why not? Basically the jist of this comes from speculating what would happen to the spirits stuck at the hellmouth’s after the apocalypse (which I know many people have wondered and we’ve never been given a definitive answer). So I wondered what would happen if the whole world became one large hellmouth and the spirits could roam free. This series follows you an Xavier as you eventually make your way to rumored Sanctuary. It will involve Michael Langdon, and as of right now might get kind of dark, so fair warning. Anyways, thank you for reading!

Tagging this supporting queen: @guiltyfiend

[greenorangevioletgrass]

treat your skin with kindness (p.p.)

pairing: Peter Parker x reader (can read as gender neutral)

word count: 900ish

warnings: skincare horror lol, fluff, maybe some useful info?

notes: our first Fancy Bitch Friday piece, y'all! i will be releasing a wee blurb or oneshot every friday that's related to beauty, skincare, and general wellness. peter here is 1000% inspired by my bf who has infuriatingly good skin despite his lack of care lol. ENJOY! 💞

✨✨✨

You wholeheartedly believe that Peter is the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen.

And no, it’s not because his whole face lights up when he smiles. Or that his dark brown eyes are so warm and kind and inviting, even when he’s talking about the most mundane things like groceries or traffic. Or how animated his expressions are --whether he’s excited or upset or tired…

He literally is beautiful. As in healthy, glowing skin like they show in advertisements.

The only catch? He treats his face like absolute shit.

You notice it in passing, but didn’t put it together right away. When you saw him scrubbing his face really hard in the shower, you simply assumed he was in a hurry --about 80% of the time, he is, anyway. He doesn’t always have a facial wash on his shelf, but maybe he just forgot and used his body wash instead. It’s not ideal, but it’ll do.

But one night, he comes into your tiny studio apartment from a patrol, looking exhausted. He rips off his mask and plants a kiss on the top of your head while you're working on your laptop. He saunters off to your equally tiny kitchenette, pushes the Spider-Man logo on his chest and let the suit fall off of his shoulders.

“Busy night?” you call out, your gaze returning to your laptop in front of you.

“Meh, nothing major,” he replies, turning on the tap. “It’s so fucking hot outside, though.”

"I know! That's why I opened all the windows, busted out the fan--"

You're cut off by the sound of water splashing and thought he was just washing his hands. But you turn to look and he's practically got his face dunked in the sink. Silly boy.

"Do you wanna just shower, babe?" you giggle.

There's a lull as he finishes up, and he turns around with a suspiciously fresh face as he says, "Yeah, I definitely need a shower," while wiping his face with a dishrag by the sink.

Your brain short-circuits in utter horror. "Peter-- what-- did you just wash your face on my kitchen sink?!"

"Yeah."

"With what? I don't have anything on there."

"Yeah, you do. That Palmolive thingy by the sink."

You gasp. "Peter, that's a dish soap!"

"Well, it's a soap either way, right?" he shrugs with an easy smile.

But that doesn't ease your concern now. Even though you're a full-on skincare junkie, you know that not everyone has the same priorities. But treating one's face like a dirty dish is just a step too far, and it makes your stomach turn. Next thing you know, you're marching over and inspecting his face, holding his chin between your thumb and index finger.

"Oh, your poor skin…"

"Are you kidding me? My skin looks smooth and glowing thanks to-- ouch!"

You swat him on the arm. "See? You have a zit now!"

He reaches out to his cheek and finds a little bump there. "Oh. Well. Can I borrow your nail clipper to cut it off?"

"NO!"

"Okay, jeez!" he raises his arms dramatically. "God, I've never seen you lose your cool like this before. It's scary."

"It's-- you-- I mean-- dish soap! I-- you know what? Come with me." you take his hand and guide him to your little bathroom.

He clumsily tries to step out of his loosened suit, so now he's following your bossy ass in boxer shorts and not much else.

"See that white and green bottle in there?" you point at the CeraVe cleanser in your shower shelf. "Feel free to use that for your face whenever you're here."

He nods, eyebrows furrowed in focus. "Okay. How much do I pump out each time?"

"Like, about yea much is enough," you draw a dime-sized circle on his palm with your finger. "And don't forget to do it gently."

"Gently?"

"Like this, for just about a minute." you run your fingers in circular motions on his palm, without pressing or scrubbing too hard.

"That's it?" he questions. "I don't think that's enough to get all the dirt out…"

"It will," you reassure him, "with the right product. Not some harsh, corrosive dish soap-- which, by the way, we need to get you one of your own facial wash, buddy."

Peter groans, his head lulls back. "Babe, I'm broke--"

"Then I'll get you one!"

He groans more petulantly in protest.

"Babe, it's 15 bucks that'll last you, like, 5 months. Maybe more." you cup his cheeks with both hands now. "Just think of it as me… getting the occasional pizza or something."

"Are you sure?" he pouts, wraps his sinewy arms around your waist.

You nod in certainty, finally able to relax a little after the initial shock. "I know your skin can probably take it, but what's the harm in just… treating it with more kindness?"

"Ugh, you're so good at arguing," he feigns annoyance, nudging your forehead with his, "I hate you."

"I love you, too." you kiss him squarely on the lips.

He kisses you back with a smile, the kind of smile that lights up the face. The whole room. The whole fucking block, really. And you lovingly hate him for being so effortlessly beautiful.

"Now go shower. You smell rough, Spider-Boy." you send him on his way with a pat on his butt. "And don't you dare cut off your zit with a nail clipper!"

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Bravo is Fucking Clueless

This idea was thought up by @disasterfandoms I take no credit for the idea just the writing, this is going to be a 5+1 kind of thing it follows the setting of 5+1 but there might be more or less depending on how much I feel like writing.

Trent and Full Metal had been married for years, long before Trent had joined DEVGRU and the thing is, they never kept it a secret but Bravo never figured it out because Bravo's fucking clueless.

1.

3rd Person POV

The boys were at the Bulkhead enjoying a few drinks after the mission they just finished up on and everyone had had a fair bit to drink but not enough to get them drunk just tipsy enough so that, hopefully, wouldn't have too much of a hangover the next day.

Trent and Metal were messing about at the pool table just shooting random balls into the holes not actually playing a real game while the rest of Bravo was playing a game of darts and since the pool table was in front of the dart board Bravo Team had a full view as to what happened next.

Trent walked up to Metal and pressed close, closer that what is considered friendly, into Metal's side and said something to him, Metal said something back then all of a sudden Trent's hand was in Metal back pocket picking out his wallet and walking towards the bar to pay the tab, Bravo all looked towards each other with wide eyes but collectively shrugged it off as 'Trent had a few too many to drink tonight' but if Bravo had payed attention they would have known Trent had close to nothing to drink, he was well under the legal limit.

2.

All of Bravo team was sitting in the cage room doing one thing or another waiting on Trent and Metal to get there so that they could go start running some practice drills in the shoot house.

10 minutes later Trent and Metal walked in arguing about...Pancakes???

"Everyone know you put in the chocolate chips when your mixing the batter NOT when your cooking the damn thing" Trent huffed at Metal

"Your delusional your supposed to put them on top when you've just poured the batter onto the grill top so that you get an even amount in every pancake" Metal said back

"No, just no. Your wrong, admit it, we all know it!"

"I'm not wrong yo-" Metal got cut off by Trent

"Say one more word and your sleeping on the couch tonight tough guy" Trent said

Metal wisely shut his mouth even though he knew Trent wouldn't do that over something this stupid, Metal knows Trent's not actually angry, he'll probably come back like an hour later wanting a 'forgive me' kiss.

Sonny being....well Sonny decided to speak up "You sound like an old married couple when you fight like that"

Trent and Metal shared a glance when everyone agreed that, they did indeed sound like an old married couple when they fought like that.

Trent tried, he really did, but his laughter got the better of him and he bust out laugh which in turn nearly made Metal laugh.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Sonny asked sounding very confused

"Oh nothing Sonny" Trent waved him off

Bravo thought nothing about the situation after just thought it was them and their weird best friend relationship they had.

3.

Everyone on Bravo had a key to Trent's house, they never knocked or really made themselves known until they found Trent usually he was puttering around cleaning up one thing or another or talking with Metal at the kitchen table or on the couch with him or enjoying a beer with him in the backyard....the point is, is that Trent is almost never busy and Metal's always with him, the guys have never questioned it.

Today Brock was severely regretting not knocking or making himself known in anyway because the scene he walked in on he would pay money to forget.

Metal was sitting on the couch with Trent sitting on his lap, both of their shirts were off and on the floor and Trent's pants were dangerously close to being on the floor and they probably would've ended up there if Brock hadn't walking in at that exact moment.

"Hey Trent are you i- OH MY GOD! I'm sorry! I did not mean to see that!" Brock frantically said as he covered his eyes and turned away.

Trent pretty much jumped off of Metal's lap to get his shirt on and try to look presentable which was kinda pointless since Brock had just seen them making out, Trent called for Brock when Metal had his shirt on.

"Brock you can turn around now were decent" Trent sighed

"Okay....Can you check for a concussion I hit my head on my table pretty hard and I was a bit dizzy after for like 2 seconds" Brock asked

"Sure, get over here" Trent beckoned him over

Once Trent had cleared him and sent him on his way he sat down heavily beside Metal.

"God why did that have to happen...That's so embarrassing" Trent whined into Metal shoulder

Metal chuckled but winced when Trent hit him in the side and mumbled a 'Don't laugh asshole' into his shoulder.

4.

Bravo & Blackburn were in the cage room cleaning out some gear and making sure it was in working order and Sonny decided to ask Metal something he had been wondering about.

"Hey Metal how come we've never seen your place?" Everyone stopped what they were doing to listen in because they were also curious to this answer

"I Live with Trent" Metal answered

"Aren't you a little old to have a roommate" Sonny asked and when Metal gave him the 'Are-You-Kidding-Me' Look he just said this

"Aren't you though?" Metal just walked away muttering about how dense the whole fucking team was.

During that entire conversation Brock was trying not to laugh, Trent was giving Sonny a look of complete disbelief, and Blackburn just shook his head thinking 'Idiot. He's an Idiot, they're all idiots'

5.

Everyone minus Trent and Metal was in the briefing room when Ray decided to bring up an...interesting topic of conversation.

"I think Trent and Metal are together" He said

"What makes you think that?" Jason asked

"Well at the bar that one night where he took his wallet" Clay felt the need to but in with a 'Trent's got a death wish' Ray glared at him and continued his explanation "That time they were arguing about pancakes, and the roommate thing"

"Wait" Sonny asked just now having caught on to the conversation "You think they're fuckin" He made an obscene gesture with his hands.

"Sonny, I swear to god...." Ray sighed already tired of Sonny for the day, Blackburn butted in with his own idea

"Here's a wonderful idea boys, why don't you ask them, with your words, you know we can communicate like adults because that's what we are...well" He side eyed Sonny and Clay "Most of us are...Oh look here they are now" he said as the door swung open and Trent and Metal walked through

Clay decided to take the fall and ask

"Are you guys together?"

"Yea, were together, we've been married for quite a while actually" Trent said

"Why didn't you tell us?!" Clay cried out in fake hurt

"We were waiting for you guys to catch on but we should've known better because you are all. Sooo. Dense." Metal answered

"So how long did it take them to notice or in this case ask about our relationship?" Trent asked, Lisa was the one to answer him

"I think about 2 1/2 years closer to 3" She gave them all a look

"That means I win" Trent said

Lisa, Eric, and Mandy groaned as Trent took the 20 buck from their hands

"Did you bet?" Jason asked skeptically

"Yes, and I won with 2 years and 8 months, Metal had a year and a half, Blackburn had 3 1/2, Mandy had a year and Lisa had 4 years" Trent answered back

"You have no faith in us Lisa, I'm wounded" Sonny faked hurt

"To be fair, you are all dense and oblivious as fuck when off the field" Lisa said

Mandy started the briefing once they got over the brief shock of finding out that their scary, rough and tumble medic was married to the scariest guy on base.

Later that night Trent and Metal had a good laugh at their team mates expense because of how long it took them to figure it out.

Thanks for reading this and like I said before this idea was thought up by @disasterfandoms and I only take credit for the writing, hope you enjoyed -QMP