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d0llpie · 3 years

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Angry confessions

Summary: You’ve tried everything to make Kyotani realise you like him but he thinks you’re joking

Kyotani x reader

Warnings: cursing

angst to fluff, mutual pining

a/n: i might make a part 2 but i’m not sure, lmk if you want one!

wc: 2.5k

Kyotani couldn’t stand you. Your annoying smile and indifferent attitude while he told you to get lost. Couldnt you take a hint? Apparently not as you continued to greet him the same warm way every time you saw him, slipping him notes during class and flirting with him. Couldnt you flirt with some other poor soul? he couldn’t handle it anymore, knowing you weren’t really flirting with him. Maybe you did flirt with others, that only made it worse, knowing it wasn’t just him who got to see your smile and teasing laugh everyday. Honestly he didn’t know which way was worse, all he knew was that he was sick of you.

It started at practise, he was used to Oikawa’s fan girls attending their practise just to ogle at the captain, that always annoyed him but he soon found you to be worse. Oikawa has tossed him a ball to spike down and you started cheering for him. He whipped his head around to see you smiling brightly down at him, waving. He was taken back, his scowl dropping for a minute as the tips of his ears turned red before he continued on with practise, trying to ignore your cheers everytime he spiked. You trailed behind him to the school date, chatting on about your day and how amazing Kyo’s spikes were while he just grunted and continued walking in front of you, trying to speed up. Every time he sped up, you did too, he wasn’t sure if you were just stupid or if you didn’t care that he was trying to get away from you but either way it confused him.

Since then you’d follow him around, having one sided conversations with the back of his head on the way to the gym, in between classes and sometimes even during lunch times when you weren’t with your friends. He wished you wouldn’t flirt so much, it was the worst part of your whole fan girl act. You’d compliment his hair, his spikes and his eyes often, it came out so naturally that it made him tense up and pause every time, trying to calm down the beating of his heart in his ears. Why couldn’t you just stick to fangirling over Oikawa? Kyotani could take you following him and talking about your day if it wasn’t for the flirting act. He even liked hearing about your day, it was cute to hear you ramble on until you decided to give him false hope with your remarks, sometimes even trying to hold his hand or rest your head on his shoulder.

It had been a few months now and you weren’t sure what to do. You were in a small cafe with your cousin Iwaizumi, opting to seek out the spiker for advice as a last resort.

“I don’t know Iwa, i’ve been flirting with him for months and coming to all your games to cheer him on and he doesn’t even look at me” you fiddling with your fork, huffing out dramatically.

“We’ll have you actually told him you like him or asked him to hang out?” you glared at his condescending tone

“I shouldn’t have to tell him! I don’t know how much more obvious i can get...plus i ask him to have lunch with me all the time” you sighed, feeling your heart sink. You’d thought that he didn’t like you, it was obvious at first that he found you irritating but overtime you thought he’d warm up. Maybe you were just being stupid, setting yourself up for heartbreak at your inevitable rejection. Still, you held on tight to the tiny bit of hope you still had.

“hey.” Iwa waved his hand in front of you, pulling you from your thoughts “I mean surely him ignoring you can’t get any worse if you actually confess right? Plus maybe i’m wrong and he does like you so you’ll actually make some progress” you hummed in agreement, though you were hesitant

“How am i supposed to confess though? He doesn’t even look at me when we talk, well, i talk..” you realised just how pathetic you sounded, how desperate. Was this how Oikawa’s fan girls felt? Ignorantly hopeful for someone who was out of reach? Well at least Oikawa spoke to his fan girls...

“Y/n...not to sound rude or anything, but why do you like this kid? He’s not exactly treating you very well..” you looked up at your cousin who was looking at you with eyes full of concern.

“Well he may not seem like the sweet type but i’ve seen him when he’s alone, he’s really cute when he doesn’t look like he’s on the warpath, plus i think he’s just shy around me and doesn’t know how to act around others, he’s sweet though, he doodles in his notebooks. Also, he’s really passionate about volleyball! i remember the first time i saw him spike, he actually smiled!” you giggled at the memory, blushing at the thought of Kyo.

“Whatever y/n, you need to confess before i do it for you.” you gasped in feign shock “You wouldn’t dare iwa-chan~” you laughed at Iwaizumi’s enraged expression “Stop hanging out with Oikawa ugh” you laughed at him, sipping on your hot chocolate you’d forgotten about.

Kyotani had woken up earlier than usual, deciding to go for a walk. While he was walking his mind drifted back to you, looking behind him half expecting you to be there talking his ear off about random things, making him blush with your flirting. It was cruel how you could flirt with him so shamelessly and not mean it. He so badly wanted you to mean it. He grunted in frustration, picking up his pace until he was running, he was running past a few shops and cafes when he saw you. You were sitting by the window as the sun hit you, his eyes widened, you truly were so pretty to him. He almost stopped running until he saw who you were looking at, Iwaizumi was there. Of course you’d be on a date with him, he was so strong and open. You deserved someone like Iwaizumi he supposed, someone who could actually talk to you, someone who was better than him. He continued running despite feeling his own heart in his throat, making it harder to breathe.

“I’m not writing him a letter Iwa.” you rolled your eyes at his suggestion, looking out the window to see a familiar head of blonde flash past in a blur. “Iwa! He just ran past” you stood up from your seat excitedly, smile crossing your face. “Wow you’re worse than i thought. Y/n, you’re a simp.” You weren’t even offended at his words “i mean can you blame me?” you sat back down, “Yes y/n, yes i can. You probably want to go after him right now” although he was joking he looked up to see you staring back at him hopefully. “Oh my god y/n, fine! Go. I’ll see you at school tomorrow. “ You got up and hugged Iwa squeeling, “Thank you thank you, if i don’t come to school tomorrow i’m either crying about being rejected or on a date with my handsome boyfriend, bye!” “Do not skip school y/n!” Iwa yelled after you as you ran out of the cafe, heading down the same path Kyo took.

As you passed by a park, you noticed Kyotani sitting under a tree, panting heavily. “Kyo!” You called out, smiling brightly as you made your way over to him, ignoring the frustrated frown on his face. “What” he gruffly replied, clearly annoyed but you were ecstatic to get a reply from him. “I actually wanted to tell you something!” It’s now or never you thought, this was a perfect time to do it, you were ready for either response, you waited for him to look up at you before continuing.

“Um, i haven’t really thought of what to say so i’m just going to say it, i like you. I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me? You don’t have to of course but i really wanted you to know” you played with your hands while you waited for him to say something, silence was not what you expected but- “are you serious right now?” he was angry?, you tilted your head to the side “of course, i’m surprised you didn’t already kn-” “What is wrong with you? First you follow me around everywhere, flirting with me and annoying the fuck out of me, now this? haven’t you played around enough? Honestly i didn’t think you’d take it this far, that’s just low y/n.” the tone in his voice was enough to have you back away a little, confusion covered your face, you definitely hadn’t anticipated this kind of response. Despite your heart sinking at the rejection, you couldn’t help but feel a little angry as well. Who was he to talk to you like that. “What the fuck are you talking about Kyo. A simple ‘Sorry i don’t feel the same’ would’ve sufficed, honestly this is the most you’ve ever said to me and it’s this?” He was taken back by your reaction. You were serious? “Why would you try confess to me while you were just on a date then huh?” you furrowed your brows in confusion before it dawned on you, he thought you were dating Iwaizumi. Now you understood more of what he was saying, you opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted you. “Yeah, I saw. You can drop the act now it was very funny. Now you can fucking leave me alone and stop acting like Oikawa’s clingy fangirls. I’ll finally stop having to hear you yapping in my fucking ear all day.” he wasn’t expecting to look up and see tears rolling down your cheeks. “Iwaizumi is my cousin..” you whispered meekly before turning back in the direction of the cafe, running home.

Kyotani sat there dumbfounded. You were serious. He just called the girl he liked annoying and clingy after she tried to confess all because he was too insecure and jumped to conclusions. “Fucking idiot.” he cursed himself out under his breath.

He didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t sleep, every time he closed his eyes he just saw that heartbroken look on your face, eyes filled with tears. Because of him. He groaned before going to his desk, he begun to write a letter. The thought of you never coming to his games anymore, you never cheering for him again, telling him about your day and that new show you start, even the flirting, he knew he couldn’t get through the day without it. You weren’t annoying, you were the only person who managed to make him stop scowling, he was relaxed around you.

You walked into your first class, finding a letter on your desk. Your eyes flitted over to Kyo who was sitting a few seats away looking away nervously, you could see how red he was from here. You tucked the letter into your bag, he didn’t deserve your attention and you were determined to not talk to him or look at him anymore. Kyotani watched you put away his letter, he frowned, you’d probably just read it later. He didn’t want to get discouraged so he waited for you during lunch but you never came. He was getting antsy, it was so quiet. After his final classes he was excited to go to practise, getting there on time for once, only you weren’t there. Instead he was met with an angry Iwaizumi “what the fuck did you do to her!” he boomed, gaining the attention of everyone in the gym. Kyotani looked down, surprising everyone “where is she?” he asked quietly, Iwaizumi quirked his brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “She’s probably at home or the cafe.” Kyotani looked up, running out of the gym ignoring Oikawa’s calls to come back and train.

You were sitting in a booth at the cafe, scrolling on your phone when you remembered the letter. You opened it despite your hesitation and began reading.

Y/n,

I used to find you irritating, i couldn’t understand why someone as pretty as you would follow me around and talk to me when i was so cold to you. I took your flirting as you either making fun of me or just you having a flirtatious personality so i would get annoyed. About yesterday, i misunderstood completely and i’m so sorry for snapping at you. I never meant to lash out on you and i never wanted to. I was fed up with the person i liked toying with me and when i found out you liked me back i didn’t believe you.

I’m sorry for hurting you, if you let me be yours i swear i’ll never hurt you again. I never want you to cry because of me ever again, i like you too y/n and i’m sorry i was too much of a pussy to tell you sooner.

I hope you forgive me

-Kyotani.

You smiled at the letter, looking up at the sound of the cafe bell ringing to see Kyotani, out of breath staring at you. You smiled up at him like usual and he returned it, moving towards you quickly. “Kyo-“ he cut you off, smashing his lips against yours, his lips were gentle despite the desperate hold he had on you, cradling your head in one hand and gripping your collar in the other. You smiled against the kiss, cupping his cheek before pulling away. “Hi” you giggled as he sat down in front of you, holding your hand on the table “Hi” he smirked at you. “Y/n, can i take you to dinner?” you nodded happily “of course you can handsome~” he blushed furiously and this time you got to see, you cupped his cheek again, leaning over to kiss his cheek softly, only making it worse. “C’mon doll” he pulled you up, holding your hand as you exited the cafe, walking side by side as he intertwined your fingers, smiling down at you with a soft expression. How was he so blind?

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marvelgiggles · 4 years

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Let Me Show You

(Tony Stark x Peter Parker x Reader)

So this prompt has been sitting in my drafts since October and I’m so happy I finally finished it.

Honestly, I’ve felt like my writing has been trash lately so I hope you guys enjoy this one. :)

To say you were nervous was an understatement, although you knew that the situation would be fine. Peter was coming over to the compound for the weekend, he’s done that before, but this time was different only because you two were dating now. Since you lived with all of the Avengers and you were adopted into the group when you were little, they were all parental figures in your life and extremely overprotective. You were scared at they were going to embarrass you and make things uncomfortable.

“When is the Spiderling coming?” Tony asked you as you were patiently waiting by the window so you could see when Happy drove into the driveway. You just shrugged continuing to look out the window. “Well no funny business while he’s here.” Tony said making his way toward the lab to tinker with something. Suddenly you saw Happy’s car and ran toward the front door to greet Peter.

So far, everything was going really well but you couldn’t help but still be on edge about something going wrong. Whether one of the Avengers decided to ‘interrogate’ Peter or telling Peter and embarrassing story about you. You and Peter were cuddled on the couch watching a move with Tony, and Peter seemed to notice your tense state and nervous gestures.

“Hey. What’s wrong?” He asked as he squeezed you closer to his side and kissed your temple. “I want to help.” He whispered in your ear. You felt like your heart was slowly melting inside your chest.

“Yeah, Y/N. Lighten up a little bit.” Tony said as he poked your side. You gasped and curled further into Peter. “Well that might help you lighten up a little more. Hey, Pete you know that Y/N is ticklish right?” You couldn’t believe that Tony would make it sound so casual, while you didn’t mind being tickled, but you would have liked Peter to find out later and accidentally rather than the information just being handed to him. You looked up at Peter to see an evil glint in his eyes.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Well here let me show you.” Before you could blink Tony had grabbed you from Peters side and gently laid you down on the couch and sat on your waist so you couldn’t get away. You were already giggling and covering you face to hide the blush that had already formed. “Pete grab her wrists.” As Peter did so you saw Tony’s smiling face.

“Look at you already giggling.” Tony teased you. “Also teasing her throughout will make her blush more and make it tickle more for her.” Tony said casually looking at Peter. “Now Y/N where should I start?” You shook your head back and forth not wanting to give it away so easily. “If that’s how you want to play.” Tony starting tickling your hips first. You screamed out in giggles and tried your best to get away from his hands, but you were immobilized and had no choice but to take it.

“Y/N, your laugh is so cute. I’m going to have to do this all the time now.” Peter stated as he watched Tony torture you with tickles.

“As you can see Pete, her hips are ticklish if you just simply squeeze them but you will get a better reaction if you do the same thing to her sides.” Tony said as he rapidly squeezed up and down your sides, resulting in you screeching with giggles as you desperately tried to get out of Tony and Peter’s grip.

“Oh no Y/N. Does this tickle too much? But you can’t get away you just have to endure these tickles.” Tony continued to tease you, “Okay, Pete, now this is something super important. Always make sure that our precious Y/N has all of her ribs.”

Tony started to squeeze right at the bottom of your ribcage and you squealed incessantly and continued to squeal as he worked his way up your ribcage. “Although sometimes she makes too much noise so you loose count and have to start over.” Tony started counting your ribs again. You squealed and started to squirm away from his fingers. Tony stopped and playfully scolded you, “Y/N if you don’t stop squirming how are we going to know if you have more than 3 ribs.”Tony finally finished counting all of your ribs after multiple tries.

Thankfully Tony stopped to let you catch your breath. “Any questions so far there Pete?”

“Are her feet ticklish too?” You felt your heart stop. Your feet were your second most ticklish spot, even though it wasn’t your worst spot you still couldn’t handle your feet getting touched. You couldn’t even get foot massages or pedicures it tickled to much.

“They are actually her second most ticklish spot.” Tony said as he quickly turned around so you couldnt see what he was going to to. “Also if you tickle her feet like this is makes it worse because she can’t see what’s coming.” Tony stated. Tony lightly started to flutter his fingers up and down your feet causing you to giggle lightly and try and protect one of your feet by covering it with the other one, but that just left the opposite foot open to Tony’s tickles.

After a while Tony got bored lightly tickling your feet so he decided to scratch the sides of your feet which caused you to shriek and arch your back. You started laughing hysterically trying, somehow, to break out of Tony and Peter’s hold. Tony continued to torment you all over your feet, the sides, arches, and toes. “Now Pete, while everywhere on her feet is ticklish. If you scratch right above her heels,” he trailed off to scratch where he described. You let out Tickle Me Elmo like giggles. “You get adorable giggles like this.”

You couldn’t stop, that’s all that your brain could think of. You tried to make your giggles sound more like a human than a stupid child’s toy but you couldn’t.

Finally you felt Tony stop tickling your feet. Tony turned around and sat down on your waist again. He was just poking around your stomach and ribs to keep you laughing, “Now Y/N do you want to tell Parker your worst spot, or should I show him?” You were shaking your head back and forth trying to deal with the ticklish sensations coursing through your body.

“Y/N! You’re keeping secrets from me.” Peter asked you shocked and in mock hurt. “Why would you keep something like this from me.”

“Behehecause, Ihihi dohohohon’t wahahahant yohohohou tohohohoho knohohohohow!” You stated through your laughter.

“Well if that’s how it’s going to be. I guess you had this coming.” Tony suddenly started tickling your collarbones. You started convulsing with laughter and immediately tried to shove your shoulders in your ears, but that just ended up trapping Tony’s hands. “Oh no, my hands are trapped. I can’t get them out.”

“Y/N. You’re going to have to let his hands go or Mr. Stark is just going to keep tickling you.” Peter joined in on the teasing. You couldn’t laugh anymore, all you could do is lie there and endure the horrific tickling sensations coursing through you.

“Yeah, Y/N just let my hands go and this all stops.”

Your face must have turned blue at this point because Tony ended up taking his hands away and he just left you there giggling and Peter let your arms go. You were weakly pushing at Tony to get off of your waist so you could go hide of embarrassment. Tony just chuckled and kissed your forehead and got off your waist and walked out of the living room, but not before calling “Be safe kids.”

You and Peter made your way back to the couch to continue watching where your movie left off. After a while Peter pulled you close to his side, “Y/N?” You looked up at him and saw an evil smirk on his face. “Tony never told me if your armpits were ticklish.” Peter was quick to act on his words and the living room was once again filled with your laughter.

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constantlyunlightening · 5 years

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Prove It (Part 2)

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Prohero!Bakugo Katsuki x F!reader

Genre: smut

Rated Explicit for: reader being bent over a desk, mostly

18 years of age or older! If you're under, do not read or interact.

Bakugo was a hero now. And while that’s what he had always wanted to be, he still wasn’t number one yet. So even though every day he worked with that goal in mind, he tended to get stressed about his short comings - a lot. He already had quite a temper in general, but knowing their was a hero above him had his own emotions overclocked when he had to think about it too much. And lo and behold, this chick just loved rubbing it in his face.

This wasn’t the first time she had decided to bring up Deku, and it probably wouldn’t be the last either. She just had such a way of pressing all the wrong buttons with him. Every time she did, he would day dream about ways to get her to shut the hell up. Namely, they were usually violent thoughts that he’d never dare act out. He could get pissy, sure, but at the end of the day she was a less shitty partner than most of the other heros here and he valued her as such. He didnt actually want any harm to come to her. But nonetheless, the thoughts of blasting that smug smirk off her face had wandered across his mind more than once.

But there were some days - some days - where he was in a different headspace. Some days, instead of blasting that smile off her lips, he imagined using another technique to shut her up. It was a more primal state of mind. It was a headspace he didnt want to ever admit to thinking about. But some days he thought about shoving her down onto her knees and putting those lips to a better use than talking shit. He wanted her mouth wide, while his cock stretched her cheek or rammed down her throat. Any attempt she that she would even try to make some smart ass remark would be nothing more than a muffled gag or a moan moan vibrating against his skin. She wouldnt dare look so smug choking on him like that….

It was days when he had thoughts like that, that he really wanted to keep away from her. He never actually planned on acting on it. No matter how attractive she was, he usually dismissed the idea. He was too focused on work anyway.

So in reality, Bakugo hadn’t been planning on getting his dick wet today - especially not in their pro hero office and not with his spit fire of a coworker. But hey, now that the opportunity was here, he wasn’t exactly complaining. Today she had pushed just a little too hard and he just had to act out. Initially, he was bluffing, pulling at his belt for show. He hadn’t been in a depraved headset when he had pinned her. But then she called his bluff, and that glimmer in her eyes as she challenged him again had flicked a switch within him. She was giving him the chance to stop her yammering. And while he may not have her gagging on him today, he could get her screaming until her throat was hoarse which would be just as effective in making her loose the attitude. Plus, he was due for some type of stress relief and physical worked for him.

His own pupils, now blown with a heated desire, locked on his partner’s glazed expression. Having his fingers toy with her mouth earlier had already caused a small string of saliva to run down her chin and he couldn’t help the smirk starting to flicker onto his lips. He had just started to touch her and she already looked all sorts of fucked up. Served her right for saying that blockhead Deku was a better fuck. What the hell did she know anyway? He was going to fuck that thought, along with every other thought, right out of that pretty little head of hers. And considering the way she was already squirming against his fingers made it clear itd be an easy win for him… She could have at least tried to give him a challenge.

He let his fingers toy with her, flicking against her clit briefly before sliding back down between her folds. It was a moment of reprieve before he’d move right back up to that sweet spot with just a bit more pressure. Work her up nice and slow so she’d be absolutely dripping. The wetter he got her, the easier it would be wreck her. His earlier frustrations with her were now starting to melt away the more he watched her body quiver underneath his touch. He wouldn’t admit it, but that face she was making worked for him. It was the best damn face she had made all day and the mental picture of it was most likely going to linger in his mind for days to come.

A longing ache began to swell underneath his pants as he watched her attitude dissolve right before his eyes. While their was still some fire flaring in her own glassy gaze, it was hard to take it seriously between the quake of her legs and the soft coos starting to fall from her. “I like those noises a lot better than you getting all smart mouthed with me,” Katsuki began, once again dragging his finger off her clit. This time he dropped down to hover over her entrance and inwardly had to bite back his grown. She was already this worked up? She was fucking leaking. He had to take a slight step back to get a better view of the wet that collected on his fingers and way it had started to slip down her thighs. “You really are a perv, huh?” He may have sounded angry if he had said it earlier, but right now he couldnt help being fascinated with his discovery. His fingers easily slipped back up her slit, gliding much better now with her natural lubricant and he continued to exam her pretty little cunt.

He caught the way her breath hitched, but he didnt have time to admire the sound when that nasty little attitude of hers kicked back enough to fire out a retort. “Then shut up and do something about it if you actually know how.” Her bark was pathetic with her words spaced out by huffy little pants, but the indignation at being teased was enough to rekindle her fighting spirit as she managed to make a halfway decent glare at him.

She could fight back all she wanted now though. Katsuki had a very, very tangible proof of just how he was affecting her. And while her words did manage to irk him a smidge, they didnt hold even half as much power over his emotions as they had earlier. He wasn’t letting his upper hand slip. Not a fucking chance.

It was only a second more of letting his hand linger on her body before he pulled it completely away from her, his only touch to her now was the firm grip around her wrists to anchor her in place. “You’re not the one who gets to make commands here,” He growlee, taking a sinful pride in the drawn out whimper that he had dug out from her. No way for her to be so high and mighty now, was there? “So wanna say that again, brat?”

“I said-” she cleared her throat a little, forcing her gaze to steel against his as she tried to collect herself despite the heavy pants dancing between her words. “Shut up and do something about it.”

A brat the whole way through, huh? He felt heat beginning to rush to his palm at the stroke of annoyance she sent through him but he held it together, stepping closer to her, hovering over her further still. Intimidation usually didnt work on her, but he supposed it was worth a shot anyway now that she was naked and wet like a bitch in heat. “Well, there goes any chance you had at me being nice to you.”

She scoffed. Immediately. “You’ve never been nice to me-” her voice cut off as he pulled back and yanked her off the wall by the grip on her wrists. She couldnt even think about resisting as he almost instantly pushed her against the edge of a nearby desk with her back to him. He repositioned her hands so they were now folded behind her back and he used his other hand to press against her shoulder to force her chest against surface. It left her bent over the desk with her butt now pressed against Katsuki as he leaned over her, keeping her in place. Another moan escaped her feeling his bulge now pressed tight against her. She had tried to hide it, but he had heard and he was all sorts of satisfied.

“I may be proving my point for you, but if you’re dead wrong if you think I’m gonna let you talk to me like that.” He straightened back up but kept his hold on her forearms so she was rendered trapped. He took in the sight, soaking in the way she was now bent over for him- exposed and at his total exposal. He could dive into her right now and absolutely destroy her - ruin that sweet pussy until she couldnt even dare think about anyone else inside of her. The way her hips were slowly trying to rut back against him made it clear she wanted it just as bad too. But that would be letting her off easy. And there was no way in hell he was allowing that. “Better start apologizing if you want it.”

“What?!” Her neck craned, trying to get a look at him over her shoulder as she huffed her cheeks. Was she pouting now? It almost would have been cute if she didnt get under his skin so much… But it did give him an opening to mess with her some more. “You’re joking!”

He responded with a smack of his hand falling onto that plush ass of hers, causing a yell to escape her lips. Huh. Now that sound he would describe as cute. He wasnt doing enough to actually damage her. But a little bit of rough housing may get her to comply. Besides, the idea of leaving at least a mark or two on her was more appealing than he initially realized. She was a hero. She could handle a bruise or so. And the way her eyes seemed to roll back into her head may him pretty sure she liked it anyway. “Do I really sound like I’m joking, dumbass?”

Her hips jolted back, trying to egg on some kind of response, seeing as she couldnt break his restraint. “Jerk! You sure you’re not just trying to stall? Worried you wont measure up?”

Another smack, just a tad harder this time, causing a bloom of red to appear on her flesh. She was asking for it now. It was like she wanted him to be mean. He was better at that anyway. “As if.” His voice was uncharacteristically calm compared to the blow he had given to her backside. He was going to let her know damn well he was serious. He’d give her what she wanted and blow her expectations out of the water but it would be on his terms. “But if I need teach you some manners first, then I got all damn night. How long are you going to hold out?”

He baited her, letting his clothed hips roll into her, rocking her further into the desk and drawing out another round of sounds. She was all bark, but her body was betraying her. She knew it too. Her pride had her biting her bottom lip, trying to conceal her noise. Still trying to call the shots. Katsuki was good at bringing the heat though.

He brought his hips back from her, and then used his free hand to quickly yank his pants open, the metallic sound of undone belt and zipper rattling in the air around them. He pulled the fabric down just enough to get himself free and he instantly pushed himself between her thighs, slipping against her slit. “Bakugoooo.” It was a whine from her, needy, helpless and betraying of her desires. He was hoping she’d be easy to crack because if he waited too much longer, he was worried he’d end up exploding first. Fuck, her body was so warm.

His hips bucked slowly, riding his twitching length against her folds as he withheld his own noises. “Come on, say it if you want it.” He gave another sharp smack to her ass, using the sound to hide the small groan he released. He didn’t want to hold back any longer, but he refused to let her have her way, especially when she was already so close to breaking. Her dripping cunt was leaking onto him which every deliberate thrust, letting him glide right against her. He hunched back over her, pressing his chest down onto her as much as he could without breaking his hold on her arms. “I better hear a please, too.” She whined, once again jerking her hips back against him; trying to provoke him, get him inside, get him to speed up, anything. “Whimpering doesnt count.”

His pace was torturous for the both of them. It was a battle to see who could break their composure first and he was about to go fucking berserk. But finally, finally, she lost it. It wasnt until he had pulled back and dragged his tip to the entrance of her sopping cunt that he finally heard her gasping breath as he slowly prodded against the heat. “Fine! God, I’m sorry, Bakugo, just please,” she got out as he had to yank up against her arms to keep her from rocking back and fully sheathing him inside.

He had been about to break himself, but hearing her cave in with breathy whines gave him just enough willpower to drag out his victory briefly. His hand snaked up, curling into her hair at the base of her neck and yanking, dragging her head up so his lips were at her ear. “Can’t. Hear. You.”

If she had been in a better state herself, she may have realized he wouldnt have been able to hold up much longer himself. But she either didnt notice, or was too lusty to care about pride anymore and she finally let out a shout that was absolute fucking music to his ears. “Katsuki, please fuck me!”

Hot pleasure shot through them all at once when he finally pistoned his hips inside her, all at once. He didn’t bother with an adjustment period, instead settling on a fast and hard rhythm that had the desk rocking beneath them. She was going to have bruises on her thighs tomorrow along with the one on her ass due to the way he was ramming inside of her. But fuck, he couldn’t control himself. She tight hole seemed to be squeezing the very life out of him as it clenched around him. He gave into the ecstacy of it all, giving into the primal part of his mind as he fucked her - heated cries filling the air between wet sounds, skin slapping against skin and the creaks of the desk.

He had released his grip on her hair and her hands, finally giving her an inkling of freedom. She was too lost in his thrusts to put up a fight anyway. Instead, he opted to clamp onto her waist while his other snaked between her hips and the desk to find it’s place against her folds. He’d take slamming it into the desk if it meant being able to hear more of her sweet screams as his fingers found and abused her sweet, little clit. Her body was heaven and he was loosing himself in it - his pace starting to become sloppier and erratic. His hips would pull almost completely away from her before snapping right back into her, chasing his own orgasm as well as hers.

“Katsuki!” Her cries rang out into the air as she finally tipped over the edge, grasping out onto the edges of the desk so hard that her knuckles were whitening. Her body clamped down onto him like a vice grip as waves of sweet, sweet release rushed over and he continued his assault into her cunt through the whole thing. It wasnt until her body seemed to be done spasming that his own breaking point hit and he yanked himself out of her, opting to release himself over the canvas of her back. Markings happened to look damn good on her.

He gave a feral groan, eventually having released all of his seed and he pulled away from her completely, opting to yank the closest office chair over to him before plopping down into it, taking the time to idly admire the handiwork he had left on the girl. She was positively quaking, breaths labored, eyes closed as she tried to regain herself with her whole upper body practically melting onto the desk to keep her supported.

He’d never, ever say it out loud, but she was a sight for sore eyes. Especially like this. Especially knowing he was the one who had done this too her. And damn, did he feel good.

He wasnt sure how much time had passed them in the quiet office when his partner finally found it in herself to push herself off the desk, dark eyelashes fluttering as she opened her eyes. She pushed off the desk with shakey legs, making a small moan of discomfort as she accessed their surroundings a little. “I…. I should find my clothes.”

Interesting first thoughts afterwords, but Katsuki supposed she was more embarassed than anything. Maybe their session had snapped her back into her senses. Hah, he really had fucked the attitude right out of her. However, he still hadn’t gotten her to officially take her words back yet. His eyes quick made a scan to the clock. It was starting to hit early morning hours, but they still had plenty of time before the office was opened.

She made a move to get past him, but she didnt get far enough before he reached forward, grabbing her by the waist and yanking her onto him, positioning her to straddle his waist as she had to grab onto his shoulders instinctively for balance. “B-bakugo?” She began, eyes widening before she cut off in a gasp as he easily lined her body back up against his, pushing his hardening cock into her body once more.

“Proving I’m the best means proving I got better stamina too,” he declared, his crimson eyes gleaming as he dropped her hips all the way down onto him, a devilish smirk forming on his lips. “We’re just getting started.”

#bakugo katsuki #bnha #Bakugo x Reader #boku on hero academia #Fanfic #my writing #smut #i posted this before but im reposting it because it never showed up in the tags so blegh

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Liquid Courage | Tyler Seguin

Requested: Ask and you shall receive :-) Words: 2570 Note: This is kinda a part two to A Drunk Tongue, but could be read as a stand alone.

You stand in the middle of Tyler’s living room, which is filled to the brim with people. The music is loud, as is the sound of people chattering, and alcohol is flowing. It’s a pretty regular occurrence, that Tyler’s house looks like this.

And yet, something is wrong.

It’s not that you’re seemingly the only person who’s drinking water. That is a regular occurrence at Tyler’s parties, too. He always insists on you coming, and you do, because that’s what best friends are for, but you’re not a big party person and this time around, you can still remember the taste of tequila in your mouth from last week. Your roommate’s birthday celebration got a bit out of hand, and you ended up on Tyler’s couch, although you had no memory of how exactly you got there.

No, your feeling of doom has more to do with the host. Your eyes find Tyler, standing at his kitchen island, a glass of whiskey in hand. Someone whose name you don’t know is talking to him, but he’s barely responding, and you’re pretty sure he’s not hearing a word of what his conversation partner is saying.

Sometimes you worry about him. You know he throws parties often because the house is awfully big for one person; it’s the same reason that he invites you over for dinner multiple times a week - although your cooking ability, and his lack thereof, might have something to do with that as well - but he’s never looked so alone during one.

It’s something about the hard set of his jaw, the dark circles around his eyes, the way his fingers are clenching the glass of liquor a bit too tight. You’re not able to put your finger on it exactly, not able to pinpoint it to a specific feature, but you feel it with every fiber of your being.

Something is bothering your best friend, and he’s dealing with it on his own.

You put your glass of water on the side table next to you and start making your way over to him. You almost trip over Cash, who looks at you with tired eyes. The house might be too big for just Tyler and his dogs, but his dogs certainly think it’s too small for parties of this size.

“Hey,” you mutter, resting your hand on his back as you maneuver your way to his side. He looks at you, recognizes you, and his face lights up.

“Y/N!” he says, and the slur in his voice tells you he’s more drunk than you thought he was. Tyler handles his liquor a lot better than you, and you usually don’t really notice when he’s been drinking. Sometimes he gets a bit more giggly or a bit louder, but he never slurs his words and he’s always steady on his feet.

Not this time.

“You alright?” you hum. His change in demeanor is surprising you, the crinkles of laughter around his eyes amusing.

“Now I am,” he slurs, and he wraps his arm around your shoulders. “I lost you.” He’s pouting, and it’s cute, but you refuse to think about that right now. You have to remember that you’re a woman on a mission, and your irrationally large crush on your best friend has to wait until you’ve solved the mystery.

“You looked a bit lonely there,” you needle, and he frowns.

“Well, I couldn’t find you.” He says it as if it explains everything, and you curse your fluttering heart.

“I can’t hang around you all night,” you tease. “None of the pretty girls that are here would dare to approach you if I just clung to your side.”

His face falls and you don’t know why, don’t realize what you said wrong. Surely he was aware of all the pretty girls that are currently walking around his house.

“You’d tell me, if there was something going on with you, right?” you push, and his face softens. Then, he leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Sure, baby.” It’s not a pet name he uses for you often, and you feel your cheeks flush red. His arm falls away from your shoulder as one of his teammates approaches him and you take the opportunity to slip away from him, and make your way to the bathroom.

You know he’s not telling you the truth and it bothers you more than you’d like to admit. You’re at least 90% sure he’s lonely. He has his dogs, and his teammates, and you, but his family lives far away and he’s not been in a serious relationship in years. He’s getting older too, and although he hasn’t mentioned a family of his own, you see the way he looks at his teammates’ kids, at kids in the stands even, and you know he’s ready for something more serious.

As a best friend, maybe you should be a better wing woman. Maybe you should be setting him up on blind dates with your hot and available friends. It’s just that the thought of him with someone, anyone who’s not you, makes you feel dizzy with nausea.

You use the bathroom and wash your hands. When you throw open the door of the bathroom and walk back out into the hallway, you’re met with something solid and warm, and two strong hands grab onto you and pull. Tyler stumbles back, his back hitting the wall, as he pulls you with him.

“Wow,” he breathes. “I’m a bit wobbly.”

You giggle. “You mean drunk?”

He doesn’t answer, and that’s when you notice that he’s close enough for you to feel his warm breath against your skin. You step back, his hands drop, his smile disappears.

“Ty, do you think I should be setting you up on blind dates?” You blurt it out before thinking it through, and you can tell it was too sudden an outburst from the confusion that washes over his face at your words.

“You, I, what?” he stammers. “Blind dates? God no.”

You cross your arms, your stubbornness shining through. “Why not? Don’t you want a girlfriend?”

He seems to think about this, as he leans back against the wall more comfortably. The silence is getting tense, and then he finally speaks. “I want a girlfriend. But I want something very specific.”

You hadn’t expected that. Your heart sinks; whatever he wants, you’re pretty sure you could never keep up to his standards. On one hand, you don’t want to hear him say it, but on the other hand, maybe hearing it from his mouth will finally give you an opportunity to move on.

“What is it that you’re looking for, Ty?”

He stares at you, his golden brown eyes searching your face, and then he pulls his bottom lips between his teeth and you feel like you’re going to faint. Maybe it’s the atmosphere, the noise of people in the background, the sound of music behind thick walls, maybe it’s how close he’s standing or the fact that the suit he’s wearing is tight in all the right places, but maybe it’s just that it’s Tyler and you’re pretty sure there’s never been anyone who means as much to you as he has.

“Y/N,” he says then, softly, “you know when I picked you up last week, and you were drunk out of your mind?”

It’s not a memory you’re proud of, and you feel your cheeks heat up as you nod.

“You told me that a drunk tongue never lies.”

“Okay?” You don’t get where he’s going with this, but as he reaches out to place his hand on your hip, fingertips featherlight against the fabric of your jeans, you decide not to question his drunken train of thought.

“I need you to remember that I’m drunk right now,” he mumbles, and then suddenly he’s leaning in and your heart is beating out of your chest. He stops right before his nose touches yours, and his breath is hot against your lips, and your eyes nearly flutter shut without your permission, but then you look up in his warm brown eyes and all you see in them is truth.

“Why?” you ask, whisper against his mouth, and he smiles.

“I’m looking for you.” He closes the gap, his lips soft against yours at first, hesitating, but when he realizes you’re not pulling away, his grip on your hips tightens and his tongue sweeps across your bottom lip. You let him deepen the kiss, allow your hands to travel up to his neck, your fingers curling in his hair.

He pulls away slightly, only just enough to disconnect you lips, as you struggle for air.

“Ty…”

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, instead kisses you again, passionate from the start this time. You barely notice that he’s moving you towards his bedroom, surprisingly steady on his feet as he kicks the door shut behind him and pushes you towards his bed without breaking the kiss.

You fall back onto the covers and he follows right away, his body pressing yours into the mattress, and when he starts pressing kisses against your jaw, you come back down to earth just long enough to realize what’s happening.

Tyler’s drunk, and probably lonely, but you have no excuse. Well, none other than the fact that you’ve been in love with him for like a year, but no excuse you’d actually be willing to tell him when morning comes and he realizes he made a mistake.

“Ty…” you bring out. “Tyler, stop.”

He freezes instantly, clambers away from you so fast it’s like he’s been bitten by something. His hair is starting to curl at the back of his neck and the top buttons of his dress shirt are unbuttoned - you can’t remember you doing that, but you must’ve - and he looks so handsome that every fiber of your being is screaming at you to just do it, just go for it, deal with the consequences later.

But this is your best friend and you can’t lose him over one night. Even if that one night would most likely be the closest to heaven you’ll ever get.

“You don’t want this?” he asks, his voice tight, and you notice the hurt in his eyes. It nearly brings tears to yours.

You reach out and take his hands in yours, and you see the tension leave his shoulders. “I do,” you whisper, “but you’re drunk, and when you’re sober, you might regret this. I don’t think I can deal with that, Ty.”

He shakes his head feverishly, crawls back towards you and moves either leg on one side of you as he cups your face in his hands.

“Look at me,” he says sternly, and you do. “I want this, I want you. I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“But…”

“Y/N,” he interrupts, and you let him, because you’re not even really sure what you were going to say. “I love you. I was sober yesterday and I loved you. I’m drunk now, and I love you, and I’ll be sober tomorrow, and I’ll still love you.”

His words are so honest, so forceful with truth, that you can literally feel your defenses crumbling.

“Let me show you,” he mumbles, and he kisses you again. You don’t stop him this time. Instead, you let him show you.

You wake to the sun on your face and for a few seconds, you’re confused about your surroundings. That’s when you notice a hump of brown dog against your legs and you realize you’re in Tyler’s room.

And that’s when the rest of the night comes back to you. You blush at the memories, remember Tyler’s skin against yours, his voice in your ear, his lips against your neck; it’s almost like he’s right there again.

Except, he’s not.

“Where is he, Marsh?” you whisper to the dog, who doesn’t even move an eyelid to acknowledge your question. You can feel dread starting to take over your stomach.

You were right. He did regret it. And he ran.

You step out of the bed then, ready to get dressed and run away from confrontation, ready to take your broken heart and lick your wounds in the peace of your own home. You find your jeans, but are somehow unable to find your shirt, so you take one of Tyler’s.

If he can stand the thought of ever facing you again, you’ll bring it back sometime.

Marshall jumps off the bed now, scratching at the bedroom door. When you open it, the Labrador darts down the stairs, where two more Labradors stand, excitedly wagging their tails. You tiptoe down the stairs and quickly pet the dogs.

It’s a mess downstairs, empty glasses scattered around the room, even one lonely shoe in front of the couch. The owner of the shoe, at least, has found his way home.

That’s when you smell burning.

Curiously, you make your way to the kitchen.

“Hey baby.” The voice is surprisingly light and Tyler looks chipper and not hungover at all - which is just unfair, considering your state last week - as he stands at the stove, wearing sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his hips and a white shirt, his curly hair a mess. He’s holding a pan, waving at the dark grey smoke that’s hovering above it with his hand.

“What did you do?” you ask warily, and he chuckles.

“Tried to cook you breakfast. Forgot I can’t cook to save my life.”

Cook you breakfast?

Your mind is working in overdrive, and that’s when he frowns.

“You look like you just saw a ghost. You okay?”

He’s acting so normal, like last night never even happened. You knew he was drunk, but surely, he wasn’t that drunk? Surely, he didn’t…forget?

“Do you remember?” It comes out as a high squeak, your voice shaky, and his eyes widen. He throws the pan in the sink as if it’s not smoking like a chimney, and stands before you within two big steps.

His eyes are blazing as he looks at you, his voice forceful as he speaks. “Of course.”

Your cheeks must be the color of actual tomatoes by now, but you can’t back down, you need to know, need to know if yesterday was the best or the worst decision of your life.

“Do you regret it?” You hold your breath as you finish your sentence.

He doesn’t respond right away. “Do you?” he asks then, tentatively.

You shake your head. You don’t. You can’t. Not even if it ruined the best friendship you ever had. Last night was everything.

And that’s when a smile breaks out onto his face, a smile so bright it could light up even the darkest of nights.

“Me neither,” he hums, and then his arms are circled around your waist. “I was right,” he states, and it’s your turn to frown.

“Right about what?”

He grins. “I told you that I’d be sober, but I’d still love you.” His forehead comes to rest against yours. “I was right. Still love you.”

You let your eyes fall shut. “You said, yesterday, that you wanted this for a long time…”

“Been waiting on you.” One of his hands travels to the hem of your shirt - his shirt, really -, slips under there, rough fingers against warm skin. “I guess I just needed a little bit of courage to tell you.”

“A bit of liquid courage?”

He laughs. “Exactly.” Then he kisses you again. When you pull away, you smile at him.

“Hey, Ty?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

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video-killed-the-radio-host · 5 years

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Heartbeats on the Airwaves chapter 5

As always, for @acealex-blueiguana

Cecil had to stay in the hospital for a week and a half, to make sure the wound healed properly and wasn’t infected. He slept a lot because the exhaustion of his job is finally catching up with his over worked body. Carlos spends a good chunk of his free time in Cecil’s room, making small talk, cuddling and exchanging small kisses.

They shared dinner most nights, unless Carlos got called away. Carlos managed to sneak away and picked up Chinese. Now, Carlos sat cross legged and barefoot at the foot of Cecil’s bed, listening to Cecil go on about how much he hates his brother-in-law. Carlos smiles a little. This man was an absolute dork, but Carlos was completely smitten. He sets his chopsticks down in the container and then sets it aside, pulling Cecil’s feet into his lap, rubbing small counter-clockwise circles around the ankles. Which were quite boney.

“What are we going to do for our first date?” He asked randomly.

Cecil gives noise that was basically a purr and opens his eyes.

“Nothing to fancy. Because a good time isn’t based on how much money you spend.”

“I could cook for you.” Carlos suggests. “Since your birthday is next week.”

“How did you-oh god. Right there!” Cecil groans as Carlos presses his thumb into the arc of Cecil’s foot.

Carlos chuckles. “I read your chart. I also know you have a wheat allergy. And that your middle name is Gershwin.”

“Now hold on- “Cecil keens again, arching his back a little as Carlos begins to rub the lower part of Cecil’s left leg before switching to the right.

“Hm?”

“You know so much about me and I hardly know anything about you.”

“Well, my middle name is Fernando, my birthday May 20th and I’m allergic to cats. Which I assume you have because the first time we met you ran into me and then I was sneezing like crazy all day.”

Carlos smiles at the memory but Cecil’s face fell.

“Oh.”

“Hey. Don’t worry about it. I take Claritin. Because I can handle it and I would hate to stop seeing you, as we are now dating and all.”

“You’ll have to meet him sometime.”

“What if he hates me?”

“Then it’s not going to work out. I can’t date anyone my cat doesn’t trust.”

Carlos nods. “I can respect that. I hope I’ll make a good impression.”

“I’m sure he’ll love you as much as I do.” Cecil muses before his eyes go wide and one hand clapped over his mouth. “Shit. Sorry. I know it’s still way early and- “He kind of shrinks back a little.

Carlos reaches out, a tad concerned. “Cecil? Are you okay?” He asked softly.

Cecil nods quickly. “I’m alright. Just lost control of my mouth for a moment is all.”

Carlos reaches out and takes his hand, giving a careful and gentle squeeze.

“You meant it?”

Cecil looks up at him. “I do.”

“That’s good. Because I love you too.”

Cecil's mouth dropped open and he was stunned silent. Carlos chuckles again and shifts to his knees, leaning up to kiss Cecil’s lips. Cecil was speechless. Cecil “I talk for a living, so I don’t do shut up” Palmer was silent. It was a bit jarring.

“You’re adorable.” Carlos grins before sitting back down.

“You broke me.”

“I do apologize. But I am a doctor so I’m sure I can fix what I broke.”

“I do believe I’m entitled to compensation.” Cecil gives a small smile.

Carlos raises an eyebrow. “I’m sure we can work something out.”

Before Cecil could answer, Carlos kissed him once more and then kisses his forehead. “Are you wanting to do that interview?”

“I had completely forgotten about it.” Cecil admits. “But sure. Not like I have anything better to do at the moment.”

Carlos opens his mouth to retort but Cecil gives him a look and he shuts his mouth with a laugh.

“You need to behave Dr. Mendez.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about Mr. Palmer.”

“Mhm. Hand me my bag please?”

Carlos gets up and picks up the satchel that Dana had dropped off earlier. Its bag was covered in pins and patches ranging from pride to Star Trek. It was very Cecil. He hands it over and watches as Cecil opens it and digs through files and papers before pulling out a recorder.

“Here we are.” Cecil holds up the silver recorder triumphally.

“Anything else?” Carlos asked as he settles back down at the foot of the bed.

“Nope. Let’s begin.”

Cecil slipped into a professional personality easily, despite being in a hospital gown and hooked to multiple machines.

“I’m here with Mercy Eastern’s Chief of Surgery, Dr. Carlos Mendez. I’ve been told you have big news for the viewers?”

“I do.” Carlos smiles, seeming a bit nervous for some reason.

Cecil reaches over and takes his hand, giving a gentle squeeze.

“What is your news?”

“Originally the Crystal Storm Foundation was for teenage and single mothers to get help so they can get back on their feet, but as of February 13th, this Wednesday, we will be extending our reach to women who cannot conceive and working with surrogates to provide them with the family they cannot produce themselves. We believe everyone deserves a chance to be a family.” The words seemed to be pouring out now.

Cecil couldn’t help the smile that spreads across his lips. He loved how passionate Carlos seemed when talking about helping others. His eyes light up and hold a love for people.

“We also will be helping children in the system to find forever homes. Everyone should have someone to love them.”

Cecil nods a little, his eyes starting to sting a little. Carlos stopped talking and reaches out for his hand.

“Cecil? Is something wrong?”

“No. No. Nothing is wrong. It’s just…. you are so amazing. I’m so lucky to have met you. I- “He pauses, reaching over to turn off the recorder before continuing. “Carlos, words usually come easily to me. That’s why I do what I do.” He pauses and looks away, only to have Carlos reach over and take his hand.

“But?”

Cecil looks back over. “But you make me speechless. I’m at a loss for words. I don’t know why. I’ve dated before. But this is different. You are different.”

Carlos gazes at him for a moment. “I’m…. I’m amazing because you make me want to be amazing. You have this way of making people want to be better. You inspire me with your raw passion and loyalty to your work.”

Cecil was openly crying now, and Carlos panicked.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry! I’m sorry!”

Cecil gives a watery laugh. “You.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“What about me?”

Cecil tugs on his hand. “Hold me. I’m tired.”

“Yes sir.” Carlos smiles a little and cleans off the bed before getting up.

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The next week went by in a blur and before Carlos knew it, it was Cecil’s birthday. He wasn’t sure what to get as a gift but suddenly, he just knew. He ran out and bought the supplies before hurrying home and getting to work.

The day passed by fairly quickly and soon it was six o’clock. He slides the lasagna into the oven and moved to answer the door. Cecil stands on the other side, wearing what he wore on the news that night, with his hair pulled back into an elegant braid. His glasses slipped down his narrow nose a little and Carlos smiles fondly.

“Hey beautiful. Happy Birthday.” Carlos steps back after pressing a chaste kiss to Cecil’s lips. Cecil follows him to the kitchen.

“I wasn’t sure if you drank red or white, so I brought both.” Cecil says as he sits down the paper bag he was carrying.

“I’m not to picky. Which do you prefer?”

“My favorite is Arbor Mist, the raspberry one but where I went didn’t have any, so I got Pinot Grigio and Rosé.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. I’m sure we can make do.” Carlos leans against the counter with an easy smile.

“I have been told I’m pretty easy to satisfy.” Cecil comments.

Carlos raises an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Cecil’s eyes go wide, and his face, ears and neck flush a bright red as he struggles to answer. Carlos laughs.

“Yknow, you made that exact same face when we first met.”

“Please don’t bring that up. I have to deal with both Dana and Earl teasing me about it.” Cecil wines a little and buries his face in his hands.

Carlos crosses the kitchen pulls him close. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You have a cute blush.”

“You are annoying. You know that?” Cecil says, his voice muffled where he tucked his head into the crook of Carlos’ neck.

“You love it.”

“Yeah.” Cecil presses a kiss to Carlos’ neck. “I do.”

Before Carlos could answer, his pager went off in the living room. He tightens his hold on Cecil with a groan. He wasn’t on call tonight!

“Do you need to go?” Cecil asked, pulling away a little.

“I can have someone else get it.”

“What if they need you?”

Carlos rubs a hand over his face. He knew Cecil was right, but he didn’t want to leave. Cecil takes his hand.

“Hey. It’s okay. Go.”

“But- “

“I’m used to spending my birthday alone. We can reschedule.”

The words made Carlos’ heart hurt.

“You have lives to save.”

Carlos nods. “I know.” He kisses the center of Cecil’s palm. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Be safe.”

“I will.” Carlos promises, turning the oven off and taking the pan out. “You can eat if you want. It’s wheat free.” He says, kissing him once more before moving into the bedroom to put his shoes on.

Carlos finally gets home around eleven to find Cecil asleep on the couch with Stark Trek: The Next Generation playing quietly in the background. Half a glass of Rosé sits on the coffee table but both the lasagna and the cake are untouched. Cecil’s purple glasses sat crooked on his face and his clothes were rumpled enough for Carlos to assume that he’d been asleep for at least an hour. Carlos quietly sits down the bottle of Arbor Mist-raspberry of course- on the coffee table and kneels down beside the couch. He had to go to three different stores to find it, but he didn’t mind. He brushes back Cecil’s bangs and kisses his forehead. Cecil stirs a little before snapping awake and jerking upright.

“No!” He gasped, making Carlos fall back.

“Cecil?” He asked.

Cecil looked around before his eyes landed on Carlos and him visibly relaxed. “Oh. Carlos. You’re back.” He smiles.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just a bad dream is all.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not tonight.” Cecil shudders. “What time is it?”

“Eleven ten.” Carlos picks himself up off of the floor. “I know it hasn’t been the best birthday, but we still have fifty minutes we can salvage.”

“Sorry I fell asleep. I wanted to wait up for you.”

“I don’t mind. It was a cute sight to come home to. I got you something.” Carlos says, handing over the bottle.

“Where did you find this?!? Everyone is sold out!”

“I just got lucky I guess.”

The truth was that he drove two towns over to find it, but Cecil didn’t need to know that.

“Thank you.”

“There’s one more thing.”

“Oh?”

“Wait here.” Carlos instructs, going to his room and getting the box and returning to the couch.

Cecil takes it with a curious expression and opens the box. Nestled in silver tissue paper is the vest that Carlos had ripped when Cecil had gotten shot. It was cleaned and repaired, with a red flannel heart sewn onto the left side, over his heart.

“One of the holes was to big to fix so I improvised with one of my own shirts.” Carlos admits, rubbing the back of his head.

Cecil looks at him, a gentle expression on his face. “I love it.”

Carlos kissed him once. “Happy Birthday Dearheart.”

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CECIL’S CAKE RECIPE!!!

Okay so I’m from the south and the best damn cake ever is called a hummingbird cake. It’s been in my family for literally forever. And now y’all have the recipe.

3 cups all-purpose flour

2 cups sugar

1 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

3 large eggs, beaten

11/2 cups vegetable oil

vanilla extract(as much as you feel is right)

1 (8-ounce) can crushed pineapple, undrained

2 cups chopped bananas

1 cup chopped pecans

Shortening

Cream cheese frosting

1/2 cup chopped pecans

How to Make It

Step 1

Preheat oven to 350°. Whisk together flour and next 4 ingredients in a large bowl; add eggs and oil, stirring just until dry ingredients are moistened. Stir in vanilla, pineapple, bananas, and 1 cup chopped toasted pecans. Spoon batter into 3 well-greased (with shortening) and floured 9-inch round cake pans.

Step 2

Bake at 350° for 25-30 minutes or until a wooden pick inserted in center comes our clean. Cool cake layers in pans on wire racks 10 minutes; remove from pans to wire racks, and cool completely (about 1 hour).

Step 3

Place 1 cake layer on a serving platter. Spread 1 cup Cream Cheese Frosting over cake layer. Top with second layer, and spread 1 cup frosting over cake layer. Top with third cake layer, and spread top and sides of cake with remaining frosting and pecans.

I also like to mix coconut into the frosting

frosting is optional and the pineapple can be substituted with cherries

#welcome to night vale #wtnv #cecil palmer #wtnv carlos #wtnv cecil #carlos the scientist #cecilos #fanfiction #and cecilos content #au #fic wip #wip #hbotaw #fluff #bridge chapter

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cannibalisticshadows · 5 years

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Nightcall (1/2)

Inspired and named after the song “Nightcall” by Kavinsky

Rating: T

Pairing: Megamind/Roxanne

Tags: Angst with a happy ending.

Summary: Megamind can’t take it anymore. He has to tell her.

(ao3 link) | (part 2)

He’s sick.

It’s shameful how badly the words sit on his tongue, begging as if it’s life or death to be said. And it’s sick. So, so sick. Evil gods above, common sense screamed that everything about this was wrong on a million levels. Though “common sense” never applied to him much, this was a boundary even he was unwilling to cross. Their relationship was professional!

But how can he help it when he sees her walk away, hips swaying side to side like a metronome that seems to beat to his heart. He wants to cry out from the tugging at his soul the farther she is from him.

So, he supposes that’s why he’s always taking her. Mr. Tighty-Whities goes out and entertains hundreds of woman, but there’s only one woman that’s worth the effort.

These day’s he’s taking her more frequently. Half-assed schemes be damned, all he cares now is seeing her face again, right in front of him and not on television. To hear her voice being spoken just for him, tones low and seductive and just for him.

Temptress...

He can’t even...

He digs his fingernails into his palms so hard that even through the kid leather it hurts. He can feel it behind his gums, unsoothable even with his own tongue, which drools with the mere thought of being allowed to touch her in the most chase of ways.

The need to have her to himself has become overpowering. He writes out absurdly poor or well-thought-out plans just for the sake of telling Minion to fetch Ms. Ritchi. Once every-other week has become weekly.

Weekly incidents have become twice, or even thrice, a week.

“Are you okay?” She asks suddenly, tied to her chair and being quieter than usual. No. No that’s not right. She’s supposed to be talking about the plan. Taunting him. Bantering with him. Why isn’t she!? "You kinda seem... tired."

He nervously runs his hands down the crappy built control system of today’s Evil Scheme. It’s cold here, biting at his exposed skin, but the heat of his desperate, sick want keeps him heated. Bitting into his lower lip, he hunches over the buttons and knobs with his back turned to her. But he watches her from the little mirror he put beside him.

“I am ecstatic,” he says with false, half-mad cheer. “Today is the day Metro Man will die.”

“Wow,” she says mildly. She pauses. “Never hear a death threat before.” Despite her tone they both know it’s true. He usually says defeat. Is she frightened for once? Nowadays he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. He bites harder, this time on the tip of his tongue.

He tastes metallic, and it burns his throat.

“Just shut up and be a damsel for once?” He sneers, baring his teeth and turning around to show her. He’s angry at himself, not her.

But it makes Roxanne jolt in her seat, comically surprised. Then she goes still, eyes wide with... Something. He can't read her. Always guessing, with her. She doesn’t respond, but shrinks a bit in her chair, glowering at him with suspicion.

It’s a weird feeling to drawl out this reaction from her.

~.~.~

He’s becoming more desperate to help his vice. Withdrawal starts the second Wayne throws him into prison, keeping him quiet and brewing over the duration of his stay. The guards notice; they steer clear of him.

No one is surprised when he breaks out not twenty-four hours later, snarling at the one puny guard who dares to raise a gun at him when he comes charging out.

Minion, barely given the warning he’s breaking out on his own, manages to catch him a few miles away from the prison he’s running from.

He’s sick. Still sick. Still wants to barrel himself through this confusing life with the little bits of the drug that’s pretty much the only thing keeping him afloat. An unquenchable hunger that has nothing to do with food, and it gnaws at him like a flesh-eating parasite. And it’s so, so wrong. He shouldn’t be feeling like this. Shouldn’t be physically shaking everything she moans his name in tiredness at yet another kidnapping. Shouldn’t be crying into his pillow at night because he wants to hear her voice outside of the television.

Kidnappings are more frequent. At the third kidnapping this week, Roxanne is barely awake which slightly pisses him off. This is a two-person job. He can’t just broadcast their trysts with her snoozing!!! He wants to grab this little woman by the shoulders and shake her—gently—because he just wants to talk to her.

Curse his alien psychology. Because he damn well knows what is happening to him. He knows why he’s resorted to spending more time in his room, biting at his own flesh because he can’t have what he wants. No. What he needs. Minion is starting to catch on, a bit, and Megamind cannot let that happen. No. No he doesn’t feel anything more than an annoyance for Ms. Ritchi, Minion! I am not falling into the same cycle my ancestors did!

He has to convince himself that his tone is somewhat convincing. Because it isn’t.

Tonight he’s determined to do it better. Today’s kidnapping ended before it even began, thanks to a sloppily build machine. It ended with a bitter, nasty remark at her choice in dress. He feels like a boy on schoolgrounds, tugging at the cute girl’s hair to get her attention.

But anyway. He fixed the machine and he demands a do-over. Tonight. At this very moment.

She’s at home, according to one of his spy-bots. not gonna admit that he’s so wretched over his own alien heart he’s started to spy on her in an indirect way.

He’s already on his hoverbike, because Minion, bless him, finally passed out from being worked too hard. He’s getting really close to Roxanne’s place when—

“Oh, no you don’t,” says a disapproving, gruff voice.

Snatched out of the air, his bike’s handles caught in the same beefy hands used to grab his collar, Megamind finds himself dangling and flailing his limbs.

Fucking Wayne. Fucking fucking fucking Wayne. What does he have to do at this time of night around Roxanne’s place, the bloody creep.

Oh. No. Megamind’s the creep, he viciously realizes, eyes ablaze with fury. Wayne’s the perfect boyfriend. Fuck him, Megamind weeps internally.

“Listen, little buddy,” the meat-head starts, pissing off the other alien even more. “You’ve kidnapped Roxie four times this week. What’s your problem?”

“You are my problem,” he hisses vehemently. “Let go!”

“No,” Wayne sighed, flying off closer to her apartment. Still spitting curses, but also rather confused, because why bring him to his destination when he was usually dropped off at the prison when caught? “You need to see this.”

Wayne drops him on the balcony without delicacy, making Megamind hand on his side with the air sucked out of him. Huffing, he stands and wipes dust off him. He breathes in, catching the faint vegetation scent of her potted plants.

His long-time enemy lands beside him on his white-clad toes, staring inside of the glass doors. Peeved, he meets where his gaze lands.

It’s Roxanne. Yes, she is home, and not at all conscious.

She’s still dressed in the same outfit from earlier; a sleeveless, deep wine-red—almost black—dress that flared at the knees, hugging her hips and derrière like a godforsaken glove. She looked good enough to drink. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, earlier,

That could have been a terrible, terrible tease if she hadn’t spent the duration of their short encounter today falling asleep. Why was she so tired lately?

She’s conked out on her red couch, one leg hiked up over the back of the couch, the other hanging off with her heal barely hanging onto her big toe. Her hair is completely disheveled, her mouth parted open as she drools slightly onto the couch’s fabric. One of her arms is curled up behind her hair, with the other hanging off the side of the couch.

And with that hand she’s gripping onto a bottle of wine. Her mascara has smeared down her face like black veins.

“You need to back off a bit,” Wayne said, his heroism voice gone and replaced with something that actually sounded human. It made things a hundred times worse because Megamind knew what his problem was.

He stood and stared at his poor Roxanne. Why. What the fuck is wrong with him!?

Wayne grabbed him by the collar before he could linger another moment, and he’s being thrown back into prison, to the bewilderment of the Warden. Can’t blame the old man; everyone could see Megamind was finally losing his marbles. He could see the thoughts in their eyes.

But as he sat in his cell, the tv on but muted, familiar orange jumpsuit scratchy against his sensitive blue skin, he thought over this hell of a month. He was sick of this. Sick of his wretched alien secret of this… need.

It should be below him. It should be abolished from his DNA; a trait his pre-evolved ancestors needed for… things. He was a scientist; an evil genius; a lone wolf. He shouldn’t be made weak by the simple, kind smile of a blue-eyed reporter.

Yet he was.

And he knew what he had to do.

Before it destroyed him.

#megamind #nightcall #song inspired #megarox #avi writes

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jineatthis · 7 years

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This is an absolute mess of just emotional garbage, and it switches from first to second person bc some of the scenarios?? I couldnt imagine myself in and reverted to default just imagine this is you guys okay lmao.

i was tagged by beautiful @bbyjoonbug sorry it took me so long bub

Would you rather:

build a snowman with Taehyung OR have a snowball fight with Hoseok

I wanna do both, we’re already out in the snow. I can start with the snowman with T** looking so adorable all rugged up in layers of coats and scarves and giving me a big boxy grin and getting distracted by his breath puffing out in clouds. Giving me his scarf when I put mine on the snow man and pulling it up around my chin, cute cute cute. And then everything changed when Hoseok attacked. It’ll be so much fun, with lots of yelling and cursing and he’ll probably accidentally destroy the snowman which is sad, the fight will only last like 5 mins before we’re over it and laying in the snow while I try and catch my breath and he’s laughing at me, then we’ll go get hot chocolate and sit under an old blanket by the fire all snuggled up together and warm and cosy. Anyway, super cute I wanna spend a white Christmas with BTS

get coffee with Yoongi OR get ice cream with Yoongi

Sitting at the back of a coffee shop in a secluded corner with yoongi?? Holding hands under the table or having his hand resting lightly on my thigh, feeding him the cream off the top of my iced coffee and wrinkling my nose at his americano. Quietly enjoying our drinks and each others company, content to just watch the other people in the coffee shop or flip through a magazine while he might do some work on his laptop.

go to the cinema with Jimin OR the amusement park with Jungkook

Movies with jimin would be so cute and I do love going to the cinemas but listen, I LOVE THEMEPARKS, and Jungkook. Being able to share the adrenaline rush of a terrifying rollercoaster with him, and then just grinning at each other, eyes shining and racing back into line to do it again. Complaining about the expensive food but not wanting to eat the sandwiches we had packed bc ‘a hotdog sounds so good right now’. Spending most of the day waiting in lines and talking and leaning against each other when we’re tired and making conversation with the people behind us. Super cute I’m so emo.

do a dance cover with Hoseok OR sing a duet with Jin

A bitch (me) can’t dance, damn. I’d probably nut being that close to hoseok listen I’m rlly in a hobi mood. I can’t sing either but Jin???? That’s my whole entire husband?? A romantic duet with Jin, I would die??? Looking into my eyes and singing something emotional and heartfelt in his gorgeous voice and skimming his hands down my arms when he’s close enough??? Kill me. Sharing a mic with him??? The planning and writing process before we even sing?? Nights sitting on a couch together leaning over a coffee table covered in papers, bouncing ideas off each other and laughing hysterically at everything and anything bc we’re sleep deprived??? Having him nap on my lap and just play with his hair and enjoy the moment.

kiss Namjoon OR cuddle Yoongi

I can’t answer this fdhdtntrn its too hard I wanna die. Peppering Nams smiling face with little kisses, his eyelids his forehead his nose his chin his dimples his temples and jaw just tiny kisses everywhere, slow kisses in the morning tangled in the sheets?? Casual comfortable kisses over a table when we’re out to dinner, teary sweet goodbye kisses, heavy wet kisses straddling him in a chair in the studio, ‘baby baby baby’? Anyway, that’s enough of that mess. Cuddles with Yoongi??? Lazy days spent on the couch with a bunch of throw pillows and blankets and old comfortable trackies and stained sweaters, watching the fast-furious series or a sitcom, feeding each other chips and teasing each other when we get emotional over a certain scene. Crawling into bed with him after a tough day and snuggling up against his back and he murmurs in his sleep and leans back into me?? Super cute. Walking up and cuddling him for no reason and he just slings his arms around my waist and continues with his conversation and lets me just press my face into his chest and breath him in??? WOW SHE’S REALLY EMO TODAY.

babysit with Jimin OR dogsit with Taehyung

I’m so anxious around children I think somethings going wrong 24/7, also if the kid isn’t related to me…they annoying. Dog sitting with T**?? Super cute. (I’m not saying T**hyungs name ever again, he making me unfaithful to my man...I wouldn’t pass up dog sitting duties with him though...) Going to a dog park and watching them play fetch while I sit on a bench, reading a book and wondering who the real puppy is? Playing scissors paper rock to see who must clean up after the dog, watching him be Damatique ™ pulling the most adorable faces. T** passing out on the couch with the dog on his stomach and taking heaps of photos and making it my new lock screen. Accidentally letting the dog off the lead and it bolts and the two of us screaming after it, spending hours looking around town panicking and coming home to it curled up on the ‘Welcome’ mat at the front door, tail thumping lazily.

film a commercial with Hoseok OR film a sketch with Taehyung

A silly sketch with T** would be so much fun and that’s all I’m saying abt it bc thinking abt rehearsing our lines sitting on the floor of the practice room and laughing over the stupidity of it and getting excited when we think of something new to add is too much.

hug Jimin OR hold hands with Jungkook

fjgnsthtrh, IM EMOTIONAL. Jk has such nice hands I’m really such a soft bitch for him and everything about him, walking together and feeling his knuckles brush against the back of my hand and looking up and he’s staring forward and chewing on the inside of his cheek, reaching out and entwining our fingers and looking back and he’s looking away and covering his mouth with his free hand and his ears are red? Loosely holding hands in the backseat of a car, both dozing off and leaning into one another? Jk laughing at something while out to dinner and reaching out across the table to grasp my hand and give it a squeeze and his eyes are shining and I’m back to being an emo bitch.

go to Paris with Jin OR to London with Yoongi

Yes yes yes yes. Cute tourist photos with Jin, watching him go ‘WAAH’ whenever he sees something new, pointing excitedly out across the balcony of the hotel room and yelling about the view. Sharing a crepe and wiping the mess of cream off his chin with your thumb and he leans down to lick Nutella off the corner of ur mouth. Walking hand and hand through the louvre while he makes silly jokes about you being the true work of art, and jumping away from you and reminding you that you’re ‘not allowed to touch the masterpieces’ and you roll yours eyes and smack his chest bc he’s such an idiot but sososo cute.

film a drama with Jin OR do a photo shoot with Namjoon

don’t get me started

attend an award show with Namjoon OR wear couple t-shirts at the airport with Jungkook

I’m squealing. This is so cute esp if It was something ridiculously gaudy and appalling and embarrassing and one of us wants to die and the other is beaming.

spend a lazy day with Yoongi OR explore a city with Hoseok

I CAN’T DECIDE THESE ARE SO GOOD. Lazy day with Yoongi, lounging about watching tv, getting up and going to the kitchen and asking if he wants a drink while ur up and looking over and he's scratching his chest under his shirt all stretched out on the couch and watching you with sleepy eyes and the door to the balcony’s open and the breeze is ruffling the sheer curtain softly and it's all tranquil and serene and warm.

Or being dragged through streets with hobi, him holding a map with one hand and clutching at yours with the other. A lane filled with street food and you stop at each stall and feed each other samples. Struggling to read the map and talking to strangers on the street and getting lost but ending up in cute backstreet cafes and busy parks. Spotting a pretty building on the horizon and deciding that that absolutely must be your next destination. Impulsively jumping onto a passing tram and wondering where it’ll take you.

fall asleep next to Jimin OR wake up next to Jungkook

Don’t look at me I’m about to write some real gross shit. But waking up to him placing soft kisses across ur shoulders and brushing the hair off your face and laughing softly and apologising for waking you? Waking up to him crawling into bed heavily and collapsing into the sheets beside you before grumbling something about a tough practice and pulling an all-nighter and slinging an arm across your hips and immediately passing out. Waking up and feeling his breath fan against the back of ur neck and his knees digging into your thighs and his arm under your body isn’t the most comfortable but it’s perfect anyway. Taking a nap on the couch and waking up to him sitting on the armchair across from you, watching tv and looking so relaxed and at home.

have a fun picnic with Hoseok OR a fancy date with Jin

I can’t believe I’m openly cheating on my man like this but?? I’ll always choose a picnic over a fancy dinner I worked in fine dining for too long it’s lost the appeal. Cute though laying on a blanket by the beach or in a park wearing big floppy hats and sunglasses and loose flowing clothes. Feeding him fruit from the palm of your hand and his lips and chin are shiny with the juice and his kisses are sweet. People watching and making small comments abt peoples fashion sense until it turns into full on judging and giving everyone a wild backstory and you both end up in hysterics. And he sings softly under his breath and you’re fine to lay in silence and cloud gaze, murmuring occasionally about some shape you see

have Jungkook serenade you OR have Taehyung sing you to sleep

I couldn’t handle being serenaded I would combust. But t**hyungs deep voice softly filling the room as he cards his fingers through my hair and his breath is fanning across the back of my neck and shoulders lightly and the lyrics don’t make any sense anymore he’s just singing about his day and how much he loves me and his hopes for the future and he pauses to press his lips to my shoulder and hums against my skin and I’d feel so warm and safe and loved is that too much for a girl to ask damn.

go camping with Jimin and Tae OR go to the beach with Namjoon and Yoongi

I live by the beach the beach is overrated. Camping in the forest with the boys?? A dream, sharing a big bed and waking up tangled in limbs and t**hyung took his socks of in the middle of the night so me and jimin are dying but it’s too cold outside to evacuate. Roasting marshmallows and having a few drinks around the fire and playing truth or dare and telling ghost stories that aren’t even that scary but still has everyone jumping at the smallest of sounds. Exploring the forest and taking pictures of everything. Jimin and t** getting into a mock fight and ending up sliding down an embankment, ending up covered in mud and chasing me around trying to give me a mud hug. Jimin swimming in the lagoon and flipping his wet hair out of his face like a fucking supermodel and me and t** are shook. Me and t** struggling to start the fire but we watched a YouTube video abt it before we left and we’re like 100% sure we’ve got this, jimin running out of patience and throwing a few firelighters into the pit and pulling out a box of matches.

have a sleepover with the hyung line OR a birthday party with the maknae line

???? nams in a flannel pj set?? Everyone barefaced and sleepy, sharing one massive bed, sandwiched between hoseok and jin? Being able to see Yoongi curled up and adorable? Nams stretching out and taking all the room and being just straight up adorable? Circling back to being sandwiched between hoseok and jin? Snuggling with jin? Coddled by jin?

celebrate Halloween with Jungkook, Yoongi, Tae, and Hoseok OR Christmas with Namjoon, Jimin and Jin

once again I choose the one without jin but listen Halloween is just so much better also t**hyung and hoseok really got me feeling a way lately and Jungkook is everyone’s bias wrecker. Plus, we’re all adults and adults drink in Australia on Halloween and do stupid shit, so yeah. Going clubbing with the boys all dressed up, getting mortal, staying till close or till someone gets kicked out and then stumbling home? A dream. The boys drunkenly singing bst and t** trying to get into the DJ’s booth to rap cypher lmao, Jungkook and hoseok dancing like absolute hos, slut dropping and even twerking unironically what a mess what a great time. Yoongi just nodding and raising his drink that never seems to empty bc he’s just smashing them down and getting refills, looking like an absolute snack all in black. Getting the uber driver to take us through maccas on the way home and ordering four family boxes. Most of it ends up on the car floor and spilled in the driveway and we get a 1-star rating. All falling asleep with our costume sand makeup still on in the loungeroom.

GOD IM SORRY ITS SO LOOONG okay anyway what a mess ill tag @sugaas @hxtape @forestcottage @killv @jho-seok @softseoks @fhawn @hobsbf @silkguk @okimtae @joonsamor @gothicsuga @girlsheart @hxxtape @hobih

#hcs #this is rlly a mess youd think bc it took me so long to do itd be better #but i just kind of threw up on a page #and then paniced #also guys if you dont wanna be tagged in things just let me know

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