#until I’m like ‘hey I’m really upset and I’m gonna leave’ then it’s ‘ok
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#I kinda got fucked over by my friends kinda badly#like it sucks ass I lost a bunch of friends and it feels like they all just wanted me gone#like it sucks because like it’s all ‘no you’re a great friend we like you’#until I’m like ‘hey I’m really upset and I’m gonna leave’ then it’s ‘ok#well I’ll respect you decision bye 💜💜💜’#isn’t exactly putting off vibes that you actually like me… not too torn up about losing me as a friend#just ‘ok well I’ll see you’#feels like they meant way more to me than I did to them#and now I’ll probably never talk to any of them ever again and they kinda just don’t care#I hate saying what they are or aren’t doing definitively but I mean#def haven’t cared about it up until now. isn’t at all upset about me being gone. doesn’t want to figure anything out#like I’m too much work I’m too much of an asshole I’m too much of everything to be worth talking to#my self esteem has deadass never been lower#hate it too cuz like yet again people say ‘no we’re never gonna grow to dislike you or find you annoying’#and then ~6 months pass and they do that exact thing so like what is it??#just fucking tell me if I’m annoying instead of running around behind my back talking shit#whatever
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no but like. dealer!ellie would be so loving and understanding with a really sensitive (crybaby) gf. like she’s at a party making great business and she gets a text from u saying that you miss her and you’re not feeling well and she drops everything to visit and make u feel better
:(((((
i’ll be your honey, if you’ll be sweet
🎀 dealer!ellie being a cutie, fem!reader being a crybaby, mentions of not feeling well, mentions of weed and alcohol. title is taken from mazzy star— give you my lovin
♡ ♡ ♡
Business was booming, as they said.
Another party at another frat house, where the guys knew nothing about the regular price of weed — and Ellie wasn’t above not pricing her stuff up to take advantage. Her stuff was good, she thought. They should be paying this much.
“How much you made so far?” Jesse yelled over the music to her, having made his way back over from doing shots. He was actually the one who got Ellie in, having friends from the house — that and the fact that no guy throwing a party was going to turn down a cool and discrete dealer with notoriously good product to keep the good vibes going.
“No idea, they keep handing me wads of cash — all I know is they’re way over paying me.” She chuckled, wiping her warm hands down her jeans. “Not complainin’.”
She’d usually be at these kind of ordeals with you on her arm, getting to watch over you having fun and dancing whilst she did her business. It made the evening go by faster, and the routine of the two of you going to grab greasy food from the nearest takeout joint was always something to look forward to. She pulled her phone out her pocket to text you, seeing you’d already left her a message.
‘how long until u come home?’
She glanced up, but she didn’t have to look to know that the party still in full swing with no signs of stopping.
‘Not for a while baby, you ok?’
Ellie watched the three bubbles on iMessage appear as you type, then disappear, then reappear, then disappear before you finally replied.
‘mhm’
A call came through on your end, Ellie walking out onto the porch with her cracked screen pressed to her ear, wandering away from all the noise for a moment to check on you.
“Hello?” You croaked, voice small and quiet.
“Tell me what’s wrong, babe.”
She wasn’t expecting you to start crying, not so soon anyways. Her stomach swirled in anxiety at the sound of you upset and her brows furrowed as she picked at her nail, waiting for you to tell her. “Why’re you crying?” Her voice was soft and sympathetic.
“S’nothin’ Els, just d’nt feel well and I tried everything but nothings making it better— n’I just miss you and I’m sorry cos I don’t wanna worry you whilst you’re out but—”
“Woah, hey hey hey.” She pacified you gently, trying to hide her concern. “Don’t stress. M’leaving now, gonna be with you soon okay?” She adjusted her backpack on her shoulders, leaning over to the window to see if she could flag Jesse down. The raven haired boy was too busy losing at beer pong so she turned away, spotting a back gate to leave out of.
“You don’t have to leave, I don’t want you to lose money.” You sniffled miserably, the sadness in your voice making her own frown deepen as she pushed open the creaky back gate onto the street, locating her car.
“Got plenty of money tonight babe. Hold tight okay? I’ll be with you soon.”
You were in her bed in her dorm when she arrived back, curled into a ball with a look of sleepy distress on your face. She shut the door behind her, slowly approaching you.
“Hey babe.” She whispered, her slender fingers pushing your hair back around your ear before placing the back of her hand on your forehead. Her hand was cold and it was soothing, blinking up at her in the dimly lit room.
“Think m’sick.” Your bottom lip wobbled and she shushed you gently, not wanting you to make yourself worse by crying. She perched down on the bed beside you, cold hand now stroking up your shirt (her shirt.) and rubbing circles on your back.
“Yeah, you’re burning up a little. Can you tell me what’s hurting?” She lilted, squinting a little in the low light to try and gauge how your face was looking.
“My head, and my throat too… and everything.” You groaned tearfully, rolling over to stuff your face into the bedsheets. She shuffled a little closer, hating seeing you in distress.
“Have you had any water?” Her hand moved up to stroke your hair, massaging your head slightly.
“Mm—mm.” You moaned into the sheets and she nodded, fetching your bottle.
“I’m gonna help you sit up, alright babe? C’mon, y’gotta help me out a little, yeah?” She scooped her hands beneath you, ignoring your whiney muffled protests. You used some of your energy to push yourself up with her help and she held you in her arms sat up. Burying your face into her, she held you letting you cry a little. “I know. Fuckin’ sucks huh, sweet girl.” Ellie sympathised before holding your pink water bottle to your lips. “Sip, don’t gulp it down.” She advised, her free hand that was wrapped around your shoulder stroking your arm. “Look, you got nothin’ to worry about okay? Not only am I the worlds best dealer… I’m also a nurse. And I’m gonna make you feel all better.” She smiled making you furrow your eyebrows, moving your mouth away from the bottle to cuddle her again.
“You’re not a nurse.” You accused and she blinked into space, continuing to hold you tight.
“Well. I am now.”
The night went on, and Ellie continued to soothe you well into the night, not being able to sleep or get comfortable — often bursting into tears and needing immediate assistance. “I just wanna sleep.” You sounded devastated, and she truly pitied you— nothing was making you feel better and she knew you were just going to have to ride it out.
“I know baby. We’ll get there… when we get there.” She huffed, almost frustrated with herself for not being able to help you more. “Y’want me to read to you, might help you get some sleep? Worth a try, right?” She leant down, persuading you in a hushed tone. You didn’t open your eyes, just nodded weakly giving her the green light to get up and grab one of her books from her desk. It was the Jurassic Park novel — always having it on her being one of her favourite books.
She settled down on her bed, letting you clamber up to lay your head in her lap. She had changed into her sweatpants around two hours ago, and you found comfort in the softness against your cheek. She began reading, book pulled close to her face to be able to read the words in the low light — not wanting to turn any lights on as to aggravate your headache. Halfway into Chapter 2, she finally heard the soft snore of your eventual sleep against her leg— and Ellie felt herself relax, knowing she’d completed her girlfriend duties for now to a satisfactory level. She knew you hated being sick, and that you were miserable — but Ellie would still choose to be here looking after you than dealing at some random party any day.
♡ ♡ ♡
#anon#dealer!ellie#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams prompt#ellie tlou2 fluff
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texts with fwb! nate (part 8)
fwb nate x sturniolo reader
warnings: cursing, mentions of sex
a/n: hehehee
when i walked into nick’s room, he was sat with his legs crossed on his bed.
upon hearing me, his head shot up in my direction.
“hey” he spoke softly, flashing a small smile.
“hey” i whispered as i closed his door before joining him on his bed.
“ok, so. start from the beginning” he said.
i explained the entire situation to him, leaving out the explicit details.
when i finished, his eyes were wide and mouth hung open.
“you mean to tell me you two have been sneaking around for months ?” he looked distraught.
“i know, i get it, you’re disgusted in me. i couldn’t keep my legs closed-“ he cut me off.
“hey, don’t talk about yourself like that. i’m not mad that you kept it from me, i’m upset that you felt like you had to keep it from me”
my face scrunched up in confusion.
“listen, i don’t love the idea of you being with one of my best friends, but if he makes you happy then i’m not opposed to it” he said.
“and i get you keeping it from matt and chris, but why me? i always thought that we were close enough to tell each other anything” i never considered the fact that he might be more hurt about me not telling him than he was about me being with nate.
i let out a sigh, “i don’t know, nick. i always just assumed you would tell them. you never keep things from them, isn’t that breaking triplet code, or whatever ?”
he placed his hand on my arm gently.
“yes they are my triplet brothers, but you’re my sister. when have i ever told them about your business ? it’s not mine to tell. i’ve told you a million times before and i’ll tell you again, i have your back. of course i won’t tell them”
“thank you, nick. i really appreciate it”
“always. but you do know you can’t keep this from them forever, right ? you’re gonna have to tell them eventually”
“yeah, i know. i just gotta figure out how”
“hey, we’ll figure it out together. that’s what i’m here for” i pulled him in for a hug, squeezing his shoulders.
“ok, so, give me all the details” my eyes widened.
“you want the details ?” he immediately caught onto what i meant.
“wha- NO! NO! not the sexual details, jesus”
i raised my hands in defense, “alright, well, how was i supposed to know what type of details you were talking about !?”
“i meant, the stuff you were talking about in the texts”
i felt my face begin to heat up and i looked down. “oh, those details”
he tilted his head, dropping it slightly to meet my eyes “you have feelings for him” he asked in a softer voice.
i squeezed my eyes shut as i fought the smile that was growing on my face.
“OHHHH! you’re getting all bashfullll !” he teased.
“nick, stoppp” i said as i covered my face with my hands.
“don’t hide now girl, you weren’t shy when your bed was banging against the wall last night”
my eyes widened in horror, jaw hanging open.
“yeah, bitch, you forgot we share a wall, huh ?”
“y- you heard that ?” i asked, eyes still as wide as ever.
“ girl. you’re not quiet, sorry. i knew you were fucking someone, just never thought it was nate of all people. that man has you screaming and moa-“ i slapped his chest quickly, trying to shut him up.
“oh my gosh, nick. please stop”
“ok, ok” he said. we both looked at each other before breaking out into fits of laughter.
tears streamed down our faces and we held our stomachs as we continued to laugh at each other’s laughter.
when we finally calmed down, we wiped out tears away.
“ok, but i’m actually really glad that you found out. i need to talk about my feelings”
“that’s what i’m here for”
we talked for a while, staying up until the early hours of the next day.
eventually, we fell into a peaceful slumber.
we were blissfully unaware of what chaos we were going to wake up to. 
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yayyyy supportive nickkk
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I’M SORRY -
[ ot7 x reader ]
JUNGKOOK -
jk: i’m sorry
jk: didn’t mean to make you upset :(
i hope i die
i should get jumped
barely survive
be on life support until i’m 50
and when i wake up die from the most painful heart attack recorded
i hope no one attends my funeral and i’m publicly and privately made fun of even after i’ve passed
hope my parents are ashamed and i hope that whenever the name jungkook is said people feel sick to their stomachs
i’m gonna throw up
gonna choke myself to death
i have the tightest grip on my throat rn
i’m going red
it’s fading to black
i’m sorry i wasn’t being a good boyfriend
tell bam that his dad was an asshole who didn’t deserve any rights
don’t even let him remember me as his father
i don’t deserve that title
i don’t deserve anything
not after what i did
burn all my clothes
delete all my pictures
tear my face off all posters
cross my name off all paperwork
i am not worthy of anything
y/n: shut up
jk: i’m sorry
y/n: i can tell
jk: i didn’t mean it
y/n: i forgive you
jk: really?
y/n: yeah
jk: do you really or are joking?
if ur joking it’s not a funny joke
y/n: you can come back home now
jk: really 🥺?
y/n: don’t ever use that emoji again
jk: sorry
i’m coming
omw
i love you
this is so great
y/n: you’re so dramatic
jk: i’m sorry
y/n: stop apologising
jk: sorry
i mean
ok
love u
y/n: hurry up
jk: 🏃♂️
SEOKJIN -
jin: can you talk to me now
hey
hey
hey
hey
hey
hey
hey
hey
i’m going to kms and it gonna be all your fault if you don’t reply to me
y/n: record it
jin: hey loml 😘😘❤️❤️❤️🤗🤗
WAIT WTF
THATS SO SICK?/?:£:££.&.&.&&.
y/n: what do you want?
jin: i love you ❤️💓🩷
y/n: bye
jin: WAITTTT :(((((((((((((((
pls
pls
pls
pls
pls
pls
pls
pls
pls
pls
pls
pls
y/n: what
jin: i’m outside 🤭🤗❤️
y/n: stay outside
jin: am i a dog?????
DON’T ANSWER THAT
anyways
i’ve come to see you princess 😘❤️🔥
y/n: gross
go home
jin: i am home 🥺
y/n: ur at MY home
jin: tu casa es mi casa 😚
y/n: that is not how that phrase goes
jin: let me inside pookie it’s cold 😍
y/n: you should have a key if it’s ur house
jin: LET ME IN IM TRYING SOSOSOSO HARD
FUCK YOU
ITS COLD
MY HAIR IS WET
IM DISTRESSED
LET ME INNNNNNNN
y/n: it took you 3 minutes
to be an asshole again
jin: :((((
i really tried that time
i can’t help it
this is real this is me
i was born this way
you can’t change me
ur the asshole if we think about it why are you trying to change people?? let the world know you LOSER
y/n: fyi you can stay outside
jin: PLS NOOOO PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS
y/n: “pls” doesn’t really sound like sorry to me…
jin: I SAID IM SORRY
I DIDN’T MEAN TO SHOUTT
IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRYYYYYYYYYYY
i love you
this is kinda sadistic if you think about it
didn’t know you was a freak like that bae
it’s okay i kinda like it
how about you let me in now
or do you want me to beg more???
pls oh plsssss let me in 🥺
i’ll never be mean again i promise 😇
pls 😚
hello??
babe??????
fr this isn’t funny
hello
HELLO
OPEN THE DOOR PLS
HELLLOOOO
OMH
HELLLLO
pls
i’m fr sorry
i mean it like genuinely
hello
…
okay let’s stop now
…………..
HELLLLO
fuck you
HOSEOK -
hobi: this fighting stuff kinda boring now
….
hello
i’m sorry
BOOOO
:(((
y/n: you can’t just walk out the house mid argument
hobi: in my defence u were being mean
y/n: so were you???
hobi: ??
y/n: be honest are you fr gonna just leave like that when things get hard?
hobi: i mean i might
y/n: …
hobi: things were pretty hard
y/n: AS MAN OF THE HOUSE YOU SHOULD OF GOT RID OF THE SPIDER
hobi: AS A FEMINIST I LEFT YOU TO TAKE CARE OF IT TO HELP YOU FEEL EMPOWERED
y/n: fuck you don’t come home
hobi: i would never lie to u bae 🙏🏼
and i would never suppress a moment for a woman to feel empowered
y/n: don’t actually fucking speak to me
hobi: ily
cheer up baby cheer up baby
y/n: picked the wrong member
jungkook would of helped me
hobi: omg????????
are you fr?
y/n: would never lie to you bae 🙏🏽
hobi: ….
JIMIN -
jimin:
y/n: ???
jimin: are you still mad at me?
y/n: yes jimin wtf
jimin: do you want to have sex?
y/n: yes jimin wtf
jimin: love you
y/n: whatever
jimin: say it back
y/n: i won’t
jimin: you will
y/n: definitely will not
jimin: i’ll sing for you
y/n: no thanks
jimin: no thanks?
y/n: no thanks.
jimin: you say that like i’m bad at singing
y/n: eh
jimin: eh?
y/n: eh.
jimin: i won’t have sex with you
y/n: aw man
jimin: don’t sound too sad
y/n: ok
jimin: you should be
y/n: i’m not
jimin: i go crazy in bed yk?
y/n: that is the ugliest thing you have ever said to me
jimin: if ur not in love with me just say that
y/n: i won’t
jimin: so ur IN love with me is what i’m hearing
y/n: ur not hearing anything cuz we are messaging rn
jimin: can you just tell me you love me like a normal person?
y/n: you don’t deserve it
jimin: okay maybe that’s true
but you should do it just once
pretty pls with a cherry on top 🥺
y/n: i’ll punch you
jimin: maybe i’ll enjoy it
y/n: nasty
jimin: kiss me
y/n: where are you?
jimin: ur really gonna kiss me?
y/n: ur talking long to tell me where you are so ig i’m not
jimin: joon’s studio
y/n: maybe i’m omw
jimin: ur so in love with me it’s kinda gross 🤭
YOONGI -
yoongi: :3
y/n: die tbh
yoongi: :3
y/n: your stupid faces mean nothing to me
yoongi: :3
y/n: …
yoongi: :33333
y/n: i hate you
yoongi: :Ɛ
y/n: ew wtf how did you do that
yoongi: Ɛ:
y/n: stop omg
yoongi: i’m sorry :3
y/n: cool
yoongi: i’m fr :3
y/n: idc :3
yoongi: you used the face :3
ur not mad :3
y/n: ur logic is wrong
yoongi: bring the face back :3
and it’s not logic it’s common sense :3
y/n: ur wrong
yoongi: never been wrong a day in my life :3
y/n: that’s crazy
so when you shouted at me for no reason you weren’t in the wrong?
good to know
yoongi: okay i never said that :3
y/n: but you did
yoongi: ur being annoying :3
y/n: fuck you
DID YOU JUST SEND ME 10K?????????
yoongi: did i? :3
y/n: you can’t just buy my forgiveness
yoongi: i can’t? :3
y/n: this is not how relationships work yoongi
yoongi: this is how our relationship works :3
y/n: no it’s not
STOP SENDING ME MONEY OMG?:£:£:’
yoongi: :3
y/n: you are still not forgiven leave me alone
yoongi: unforgiven i’m a villain :3
y/n: SEND ANOTHER 10k AND UR GETTING BLOCKED
yoongi: ur making me real upset rn :3
y/n: go back to work
yoongi: stop being mad at me :3
y/n: die
yoongi: don’t say that i’m about to get on a plane :3
y/n: now i feel bad
yoongi: say sorry :3
y/n: nvm
yoongi: :(
look you’ve made me change faces hope you feel bad :(
y/n: i don’t
yoongi: ur sick and twisted :(
y/n: cry about it
yoongi: really hope i survive this plane ride :(
y/n: i will not be guilt tripped by you
yoongi: you told me to die knowing i was getting on a plane :(
y/n: bye
yoongi: what if i had a deep deep fear of flying and u made that fear 10x worse rn :(
y/n: you don’t
yoongi: you don’t know a thing :(
y/n: fuck you
yoongi: do you really want ur last words to me be fuck you :(
y/n: fly safe
TAEHYUNG -
y/n: no
tae: hiiiiiiii
wtf how did you know
y/n: blocked
tae: NONONONONONO
y/n: you have one minute
go
tae: i am walking alone rn
y/n: ???
tae: on the street
y/n: ok?
tae: alone
y/n: you said that
tae: ALONE
ALL ALONE
y/n: right
tae: it’s not right actually
ITS VERY FAR FROM RIGHT
i’m ALONE
do you know what could happen to me rn?
i could literally be snatched up off the street by anyone
y/n: hopefully it’s a rehabilitation centre 🙏🏽
tae: WHAG IS UR PROBLEM
IM ALONE ALONE ALONE ALONE
ME
KIM TAEHYUNG ALONE ON THE STREET
WHAT ARE YOU NOT GETTING HERE?
y/n: ur one minute is up
tae: no it’s not
can you pls care for me rn i’m stressed out
y/n: it was pretty stressful when you stood me up yesterday
but i powered through 💪🏽
i’m sure you can do the same!!!
tae: that never happened
pls let’s pretend that never happened
i’m the perfect boyfriend i swear
y/n: get lost
like actually
never come back
tae: 😢
you don’t even mean that
y/n: are you sure?
tae: IM SORRY PLS PLSPLSSSSSS
forgive me
y/n: no
tae: you can have my card
y/n: don’t want it
tae: take my house
i’ll give you my keys rn
y/n: i have ur keys
tae: you do?
you thief omg
give them back
y/n: you left them here???
after YOU stormed out my house after you made ME upset
tae: oh yeah
i’m coming back now
y/n: asshole
tae: let’s put this behind us and move on
that’s a great idea i say
y/n: you are single
tae: don’t say that
y/n: said it
tae: we are actually engaged and expecting our 10th child
y/n: you are single
tae: top 10 singles
made a few of those in my time
LOL
i’m funny right
say i’m funny
y/n: it’s painful talking to you
tae: painfully in love with me are you?
y/n: it’s like i’m taking to a brick wall
you have like selective hearing
tae: what i’m hearing is you want to kiss me on the lips?
y/n: call an ambulance
tae: feeling so much love for me ur throwing up?
???
hello
oh
ok
maybe i do deserve this
NAMJOON -
y/n: would you now like to explain why the hell you sent halsey flowers on MY birthday??
namjoon: it wasn’t just on ur birthday i’ve been sending them all week for like a month now
y/n: namjoon what the fuck??
namjoon: i’m confused
y/n: UR confused????
do you like her or something?
namjoon: ofc i like her!
y/n: so ur cheating?
namjoon: what
y/n: ur cheating on me and you have no shame???
what the actual fuck is wrong with you??
namjoon: i’m not cheating?
y/n: for a month now you’ve been sending another girl that you like flowers
EVERY WEEK???
namjoon: every friday
y/n: fuck you
namjoon: i’m confused how that’s cheating when you told me to do that?
y/n: WHEN HAVE I EVER SAID “OH NAMJOON SEND OTHER BITCHES FLOWERS”
namjoon: you literally said you loved how halsey’s bf gave her flowers every week and that you wished i did that?
y/n: ….
there is no way
….
namjoon
oh my god
kim fucking namjoon
LMAOOSO ARE YOU FR?
namjoon: what??? i’m so confused pls tell me what i did wrong
i would never cheat on you
ur freaking me out
y/n: think about it
why would i wish you sent halsey flowers?
think
like really think
namjoon: IDK i was confused as hell but you seemed like you really wanted me to
so i did
y/n: i meant i wanted you to buy ME flowers you idiot omg
namjoon: oh
that makes a lot more sense
y/n: yeah
you are the dumbest smart man i’ve ever met
namjoon: my fault
i get confused sometimes 😞
y/n: i love you
namjoon: i love you too
ur not mad anymore?
y/n: could never be mad at you silly
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Vulgar Display of Power [Miguel Diaz x fem!Reader] (Cobra Kai)
You can never fucking beat him in a fight and it's getting frustrating.
Request: omg more miguel please!!! smutty if u can xx already dating if you want?
Fic title comes from my (second) favorite Pantera album.
Word count: 4,350
Warnings: SMUT. established relationship, theres plot but it only serves to justify the sex lol, i use present tense in this, degrading, first time sub!miguel kind of, handjob, fingering, oral sex, penetration (p in v), semi-public sex (i guess? no one's around but the location isn't exactly private), a lot of use of pet names (baby, babe, love, mi amor), so much swearing. obviously no one is a minor here I don't mention much context but can be read as hs senior year or later, doesn't really matter. if you're a minor kindly keep away from my blog and this fic please
“Fuck!” You yell out as Sensei Lawrence announces Miguel’s win. In turn of your frustration, Miguel sports a grin that playfully mocked you.
Now don’t get it twisted, you’re not a bad fighter. You’re not even a good one- you’re great. The best, except for…
“Diaz! Good one.” Sensei Lawrence praises.
“Nice, dude!” Hawk comes to fist bump him.
Tori comes to you. “Girl get it together! You’re better than that!”
“I’m fucking trying.”
Miguel hears the two of you talking and decides to insert himself into the conversation. “Come on, it’s not a big deal.”
“I say this with love but it is a big deal and I’m gonna find a way to beat you.”
“Okay. Whatever you say.”
[. . .]
“Hey,” you hear Miguel call from behind you, turning around for a split second to look at him before getting back to packing your stuff to leave the dojo.
“Hey.”
“So, are we still on for tonight?”
“Yeah. I just wanna go home first and take a shower.”
He scratches the back of his neck. “Hey are you okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“Something seems… weird.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe,” you tell him, bringing a hand to his face and lightly tapping his cheek.
“You sure?”
“Yes! I just said it is!” You realize you blew up at him for no reason, immediately feeling bad for it and apologizing, not managing to look at him. “Sorry.”
“See? That’s what I mean!”
“I really am sorry.”
“Okay, but something’s clearly wrong.”
You stay silent, and he walks up to you, cornering you so you’d face him.
“What’s going on?”
Honestly, you don’t want to tell him. Because it would sound stupid. Because it is stupid. You don’t even exactly know why it had gotten so under your skin this time.
“It’s fine. I’m just a bit off today.”
“You don’t have to talk about it, but you don't have to lie either.”
“Fine. You wanna know what’s wrong? I’m frustrated because you keep beating me.”
“What?”
“Every single time we’re picked to fight I just can’t fucking beat you. And yes, I’m glad you don’t go easy on me, cause that would be like a million times worse, but I'm frustrated with myself. You’re the only one I've never fully beat in a match. The closest I’ve ever gotten to that was a tie.”
“Well most of the time it ends up in a tie.”
“Yeah but none of the time did it end with me winning.”
“I don’t understand why you’re so upset about this.”
“Of course you don’t. I just feel like if I still can’t beat you then have I really been getting better?”
“What? That’s nonsense, babe. You know that, right? Of course you’ve been getting better. We all have.”
“See I told you it would be stupid. I don't even know why I'm feeling this way.”
“That’s okay. We can just sort that out.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll ask sensei for the keys.”
“What?”
“We’re gonna stay here and fight and we’re not gonna leave until you win.”
“That’s really not what I was trying to get from this-”
“What, are you scared?” He knew just how to tug on your strings.
“Oh fuck no.”
“Then we’re doing this.”
“But what about the date?”
“We can go tomorrow. If you need my help today, I'll help you today.”
“Okay.”
[. . .]
“Alright, ready?”
You only nod your head yes, too focused to even speak.
“Okay. Round one.”
You get a couple punches in, but he’s faster than most of your hits. He wins..
You huff, annoyed. “Again.”
“Again.”
“Again.”
“Again.”
“Again.”
“Okay that’s it. Again.”
This time, determination runs through your veins, as tired as you were. Every single moment of feeling weak or inferior or as though you were seen by others as basically the female equivalent of Miguel, and not yourself, not someone capable of being better than him in any way, channeled into this round.
And you won. This time, you fucking won.
“Wait that’s three,” you realize.
“Yeah! You won!” Miguel celebrates.
“What?”
“You won, babe!”
“Oh my God. Holy fucking shit. I won?!”
He laughs, coming up to you. “You did.” He places a quick kiss on your lips, but you’re taken over by the adrenaline, pulling him back to you by the collar of his shirt when he went to pull away, tangling him into another kiss, deeper and more passionate this time around. “That was hot,” he comments, as you finally did let him part ways with you to breathe, your bodies still flushed together.
You feel your cheeks burn at his comment. “I just kicked your ass,” you joke.
He doesn’t even seem fazed by the comment. “Yeah you did,” he grins.
“I did not expect that to unlock some sort of loser kink in you.”
“Hey! That’s not what this is!”
You lift an eyebrow, amused.
“What, you’re telling me it’s a crime if my insanely hot girlfriend looks insanely hot while kicking my ass?”
“Should I kick your ass more often then?”
“You’re welcome to.”
“You’re so weird.”
“Shut up,” he retorts, finally having enough of the playful bantering, unable to wait a second longer to have your lips on his again.
Miguel pulls you even closer to him- if that were even possible- by pulling on your waist, not wasting a second more before diving in again, pulling you into a kiss that is much more feral this time around. His actions scream that he wants you, and the high from having reached your goal and beat him in the last round mixed with the lust forming in you from seeing him so affected, so attracted to this, it feels good.
You suppose some people would maybe come into an issue if they found themselves in your place. Men aren’t exactly known for being great at dealing with women being better than them in… well, anything. But Miguel acted genuinely proud of you. Hell, he’d canceled your date night to help you with this because he realized it was important to you. And more than being supportive, he was turned on by your display of power.
His kisses start trailing out of your lips, to your jaw, to the space below your ear. “You did so well, love. You should get something in turn, huh?”
Your mind was getting a bit foggy. Still, you join in playing his game. “I suppose I should. What are you gonna do?”
“Whatever you want me to,” he breathes out. Oh. That was definitely new.
“Whatever I want?” He only nods, looking up at you, waiting to be told what to do. Holy shit, that was hot. “That sounds good.”
“Just tell me, please, I’ll make you feel so good, I promise,” he pleads. It was almost pathetic. You decide you’d never get enough of hearing him plead like that. You loved the times in which he was more dominant, but you could definitely get behind this too, no issues whatsoever.
You pretend to think. “I don’t think I will.”
“What? Why not?”
“I want you to guess.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“I- Uh- Ih-” he takes a deep breath. He liked that. You smiled. “I can do that.”
“Good boy,” you try, hoping he didn’t find it weird.
Apparently, he didn’t. “Fuck. Fuck,” he lets out in almost strangled sounds, wordlessly dropping himself to the floor. He looks up at you with doe eyes, as if pleading for permission. You smile at him, signaling everything was okay. You cage his jaw with both your hands, and he closes his eyes for a moment, letting you play with his hair.
“You look so pretty like this,” you coo, and he feels it down his spine, his eyes fluttering open.
“Sit.”
“What?”
“Sit,” he repeats himself, but it isn’t demanding. Not this time.
“I heard you.”
“Sit, please, baby.”
You grin. You didn’t know you’d like this this much. “Of course, baby.” You sit down on the bench, legs closed. He parts them confidently, eyes not leaving yours as he does so slowly, positioning his body between them. With his face mere inches from yours, he looks up at you again.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” He guesses. His cheeks red, he clearly looks embarrassed. It turned him on and it turned you on too.
You nod eagerly, signaling he’d guessed right. He smiles and closes the distance between you, pulling you down and attaching his lips to yours. It starts out slow, tender, experimental- testing the waters. He grows eager pretty fast, though, kissing you harder, his hands traveling to either of your thighs and planting themselves there firmly, squeezing in a way that makes you gasp slightly in surprise.
He pulls away just to tease you about it. That’s the kind of little shit he is.
“What was that for?”
“Nothing.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Not this then?”
He squeezes your thigh again and you try to act unbothered.” He notices though, pleased with himself.
“Oh shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to.”
He pulls you into a kiss again with no warning, more feral than before, his hand traveling upwards, inside the legs of the shorts you were wearing.
“Take it off,” you pant out, a stern tone overtaking your words, and he complies without questioning. You smile, pleased with that. You lift your hips slightly for him and he throws the shorts somewhere on the floor behind you.
He stares at your underwear for a few moments, as if lost in a trance. You laugh. “Hello? You here?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.”
“Used to what?” You move a hand to caress his face.
“The fact that I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”
“Aw, do you like that, baby? Does it turn you on?” You ask, your tone almost mocking him.
He only nods his head yes, looking embarrassed.
“That’s good.” You make a show to slowly take off your shirt, a sudden surge of confidence running through your veins at his words, discarding it along with the shorts behind you. His eyes widen and he mumbles a few words, the volume of his words so low you couldn’t make it out for the life of you, before he just surges forward again, not aiming for your lips this time, but for your jaw.
“What was that?” You manage to breathe out as he continues his trail of kisses along your jaw.
“What?”
“If you’re gonna talk you’re gonna let me hear it. Got it?”
“Oh-okay.” He continues to place quick, slight pecks along your jawline, but you know exactly what he’s doing.
“You’re not distracting me from that. I wanna know what you said, baby. Wanna hear you.”
“I said- I said uh-“ he gulps. “It’s dumb.”
“That’s okay.”
“I just said ‘fuck me’.”
You let out a small laugh. “Oh. It was dumb,” you mock him again, and you can see he didn’t expect that.
“What?”
“I though you wanted to fuck me,” you joke.
He doesn’t take it as a joke. “I do. I do I just meant- it was just-“ oh. This was for real.
“I know, love. I was just teasing you. Okay? You’re being so good to me.”
His eyes almost sparkle at the praise.
“You know I think I changed my mind.”
“What?”
“Maybe I should fuck you.”
“What do you mean?”
You look down on him and smile, a genuine sweet smile. “Get up.”
“But-“
“I thought you said you’d do whatever i wanted you to,” you fake-pout.
He doesn’t say a word before standing back up. You do the same, keeping your body flushed to his. You slowly turn the two of you around, cornering him until the back of his knees hit the bench and pushing him to sit down on it.
Standing in front of him, you tilt your head to the side as you take in the view. He looked disheveled as ever. You loved it. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes.
“I- I can take it off.”
“Yeah I think you should.”
“What… what do you want me to take off?”
“Let’s go with the shirt first, baby. How about that?”
He nods furiously. “Yeah I can do that,” he takes his shirt off in a millisecond, throwing it with your clothes on the floor.
“Oh, you look so pretty,” you coo, stepping closer to him and lifting his chin up to look at you. You make your way around the bench to be behind him, and you can see him gulp in anticipation. Fuck, you were loving this a little too much. You trace his biceps with your finger. “Your arms, I love your arms, you know that? So big and strong,” you exaggerate, and he quirks an eyebrow at the suspicious comment. This doesn’t sound like it was getting to a nice praising place. “And your body, I mean your abs. Your thighs, your thighs are so pretty, baby,” you crouch a bit, still behind him, wrapping yourself around his back so you could snake your arms to his thighs, still only tracing them with a single finger. “So how come you lost to me like a bitch?”
That seems to remind him very well of what was happening.
“It- it was one time.”
“One time you lost to me. But you’ve barely ever won, have you?”
He stays quiet.
“Come on, baby, talk to me…” you pout, snaking your arms around his torso and kissing his neck.
“N-no.”
“Did you like that you lost to me baby?”
Quiet again.
“Did it turn you on?” You whisper in his ear and you can feel him take in big a breath. .
He couldn’t even look at you .
“Oh, pretty boy, I wanna hear your voice!”
He gulps again. “It- it turned me on,” he confesses.
“I never knew you were into this sort of thing.”
“Me- me neither.”
“Do you like it when I’m stronger than you? When I tell you what to do?”
You remove yourself from his body entirely, and he whips his head at record speed to look at you, desperate for your touch again. You circle the bench once again, standing in front of him. You grab his jaw and lifts his head up to look at you, your other hand messing with his hair. “So pathetic. I’ve barely done anything to you and you’re this hard.”
You finally sit yourself down on his thighs, legs on either side of his torso, and he immediately and instinctively grabs your ass ‘for support’ as he’s always insisted with a grin.
“You’re so fucking pathetic you’ll do anything I tell you to. Won’t you?” You pout, tilting your head.
“I’ll- I’ll do anything you want.”
“That’s a good boy,” you mess with and pet his hair again. You loved it when it was just long enough for his curls to appear.
He shivers. “Can you say it again?”
“Oh, no can do, baby. You’ll have to keep being a good boy to earn it.”
“I’ll- I’ll be a good boy, okay?”
You nod silently, your arms draped around his neck, and you pull yourself closer to get access to his face. You kiss along his jawline slowly, paying extra attention to the spots just under his ears, which made him shiver like crazy. When you find it sufficient, you move down to his neck, and he lets you, tilting his head to the side. You kiss down his neck, trying your best to not leave any marks. He’s still shivering now, and you know him well enough to know he’s okay, but can’t resist teasing him a bit more.
“Oh no, baby, you’re trembling! Is everything okay?” You feign ignorance. He doesn’t reply. “Aw are you too horny to speak to me? Is that the issue?” You mock.
He lifts his hips for some friction, an involuntary tell that he was enjoying this too. “Aw, do you like it when I’m mean to you? Huh?” You lift his chin again. He begrudgingly nods his head yes. You smile and move your hand from his chin to his cheeks, squeezing both off them. “Does my baby like it when I’m in control? When I handle you like this? When I call you names?”
He tries to reply, but can’t really with you squeezing his face like that.
“Oh I can’t hear you baby!” You let go of his face. “You’re gonna have to say it again.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I- I like it when you’re mean to me.”
“I know, baby boy. I can feel it.” With no other warning, you palm him through his shorts. He was impossibly hard. Knowing he was liking this was for sure improving your confidence. The moment your hand meets his crotch his breathing becomes unsteady and he thrusts his hips up again, wanting more. You start kissing along his neck as you keep feeling him up through the shorts, and then he is gone. He lets himself let out delicious moans you would play on repeat if you could, tilting his head back to grant you better access to his neck. He wants more, and you know he does. But you want to hear him say it.
After a few minutes, he does.
“Please take it off.”
You press a gentle kiss to his neck, containing a grin. “What are you talking about, babe?”
“My shorts, take them off, please. Please, take them off.”
You press a quick peck on his lips this time. “You beg so pretty, baby. I think I’ll need more of that.”
He looks confused.
“Anything I tell you, right?”
He nods.
“Good. Eat me out.”
His eyes widen at the bluntness of it all. And then he realizes what you meant by needing more of his begging: you weren’t going to solve his little problem all that soon.
“I- yes. Yeah.”
You pull yourself off of him and he stands up as quickly as humanly possible, grabbing your hand and yanking you to Sensei’s office, rushing to move everything that was on his desk. You catch his drift and pull yourself up to sit on it. You’re so enthralled you don’t even really have the time to rethink what you’re doing and where you are. Miguel gets himself on his knees, and the sight of it from above is breathtaking.
“Are you sure you wanna be on your knees? They’re gonna hurt.” You ask him, seriously this time.
“I don’t care,” is all he says, dismissing the thought. He pulls you closer to the edge of the desk, and you let yourself lean back on your elbows. He brings a hand up your thigh and takes off your underwear, you lift your hips up to help.
He brings both his hands to your thighs, slowly pulling them apart, opening your legs.
He wastes no time before diving in, startling you when, in a second, his head is between your thighs while his hands squeeze them hard and his mouth is suddenly on you.
He moves his tongue up and down your clit, occasionally circling around it. Now and then he takes a long lick, from your hole to your clit, letting out a moan from time to time as he tastes you, and he picks up on the shaky breaths and loud moans you let out at that (and the way your hands fly to his hair, slightly pulling it.)
He moves his tongue to your hole, licking and kissing around it before getting it inside.
It makes you almost want to scream out his name.
“Oh my god. You’re being so good to me, baby. Please don’t stop-”
You can feel his smile.
He takes one of his hands off of your thigh and moves it to thumb at your clit as he keeps fucking you with his tongue. The feeling is heavenly, but you can’t help but want more.
“Your fingers.” Is all you say, and he gets it.
Normally in a situation like this he’d be teasing you in some way, but right now just the thought of upsetting you with that and having you leaving him to finish himself off, or something down that lane, got him quiet.
He changes what he’s doing, going back to flicking your clit with his tongue, and slowly inserting one of his fingers. You decide you want to tease a bit more. “That all you got?” You challenge him, knowing exactly what you’re doing. He inserts another finger, not taking the care to do it slowly this time, and he pushes them deep inside you, curling them upwards to make sure you felt it.
You let out a moan that’s so pornographic you’re almost embarrassed at it, but you can feel him grin at it, pleased with the reaction. He keeps on, but at a slow pace. In other instances, you didn’t mind some slow, passionate sex. You loved it, even. But right now you wanted to be fucked.
“Harder.”
He pulls his head up to kiss you. You let him. As you make out, your taste still on his tongue, his fingers thrust harder, deeper inside you, making you moan into his mouth, which Miguel seemed to enjoy a little too much.
You can feel yourself brimming an orgasm, and your words become nonsense as he keeps on, your noises becoming so higher-pitched you can barely register you’re the one making them.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum. Baby, I’m gonna cum. Holy fucking-“
It hits you suddenly, killing your train of thought. Your body trembles as he keeps thrusting his fingers into you, letting you ride out your high. He laps it all up gladly, but you pull him away, your clit oversensitive.
That doesn’t mean you didn’t want more.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes, baby. You were such a good boy. But I want you to fuck me now.”
Miguel was still not used to you being this blunt. And honestly neither were you, for the matter. The words just kept coming out.
“What- what do you want me to do?”
You get close to his ear and whisper. “Whatever you want, baby.”
His eyes widen. Whatever he wants.
He pulls you off the desk and wordlessly takes you back to the locker room. He leaves you for a second to retrieve a condom from his bag. A prepared man, you’d say.
You manage to take a better look at him and laugh. He furrows his eyebrows together. “What?”
“You look so fucked out right now.”
He rolls his eyes at you and takes off his shorts, kicking them away. He goes to pull his boxers down but you stop him, stroking him in an agonizingly slow pace. He lets out a groan. “Please stop, I’m not gonna last.”
“Oh poor you.” You yank his boxers down. His dick is so hard it must be painful. And all from losing a fight and being called mean names. He walks the two of you backwards until your back is against a wall. He puts the condom on and looks at you for a green light.
“Go on, baby.”
He nods, pressing his cock into your whole slowly, letting you adjust to the intrusion.
“Fuck.” You breathe out.
“Was that a good fuck or a bad fuck? Does it hurt?”
“I’m alright. It was a good fuck.”
“Okay.” He hikes up one of your legs to his waist, and you think he’ll be content with that position, but he hikes up your other leg too, pressing your back even more firmly to the wall and supporting your weight by holding firmly onto the back of your thighs.
“Woah what are you doing?”
He doesn’t bother responding, thrusting into you experimentally.
“Holy shit.”
That is enough for him. His thrusts become harder, deeper, faster. He hadn’t realized just how desperate he was until now.
Hitting the spot inside you that made you see stars with every thrust, it doesn’t take long for his breath to quicken and his thrusts to become sloppier. “I’m gonna- can I-“
Was he trying to ask for permission to cum? Holy fucking shit, that was hot.
“Shh, it’s okay baby. You’ve been so good. You can cum.”
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he chanted.
You laugh as his desperation, but it quickly turns into a moan, with Miguel eager to cum and fucking you so hard now you can’t even understand how he could still hold up your weight while doing that. Bless you universe for giving you a strong, strong boyfriend. But all of that didn’t matter now, because he was fucking you so good you could feel the familiar sensation of an orgasm building again.
“Please don’t stop.” That was the first time you begged him for something the whole time.
“I won’t, mi amor.” Oh, that broke you. That one nickname didn’t come out all that frequently, so when it did, you felt giddy on the inside.
With a few more thrusts, both of you reach your high, and at that point Miguel did have to pull you down, although your legs currently trembled so hard it was a little difficult to stand, but he helps you out after tying the condom up and throwing it away.
“Holy shit,” you finally let out.
“Holy shit,” he agrees.
“What were you saying about your loser kink again?”
“Will you shut up about that?” He smiles.
“Was I too mean to you? I might’ve gotten a little carried away."
He looks down to the floor in embarrassment as he hadn’t just fucked you into oblivion. “I liked it.”
“That’s good baby. So, shower?”
“Yeah you stink,” he makes a disgusted face, plugging his nose and everything just to irritate you.
You roll your eyes at him.
A/N: pls be kind to me and cut me some slack i've never posted smut before 😭 i promise ive had sex before 😭 fighting for my life lmao
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us without me V: sleep
A story series from the perspective of Mia (fem!Reader/OC) as she goes through her memories and recounts falling in love with her best friend in high school, Minji. She suffers in silence until she breaks and it all comes crashing down.
Part 5 of 7. Check here for more details. Reading previous parts for context is encouraged.
The combination of street lamps and car headlights nearly blinds you as you step back outside. It was colder than you were expecting. Noticing your discomfort, she locks arms with you and pulls you close.
“I know it’s a little cold but do you wanna take the long way home and walk by the river?”
“Sure,” you muttered. “That sounds nice.”
“I’ll keep you warm! Don’t worry!” she reassures.
You knew she could tell you were still a little upset. Your heart melts knowing she was doing her best to lift your mood. But you remain silent. You didn’t quite know what to say. You didn’t even know if there were words to describe how you were feeling.
She continues to lead the way, guiding you through streets you couldn’t recognize, though their names were familiar. Everything just felt like a blur. And all the while she had her arm around yours. Even if it felt real, even if you wanted it to mean something more, you reminded yourself that you’d stopped pretending you were hers any longer.
After a few minutes she finally breaks the silence.
“You ok?” she asks, turning to you but avoiding eye contact. Her voice was as sweet as ever.
“Oh, yeah! It’s just… a lot to take in.” Your gaze falls to the ground as you take a deep breath.
Then she turns to you. “Mia, I’m really sorry. I…”
“Hey, no,” you cut her off. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be acting this way. I’m really happy for you, Min. I hope you know that.”
She nods with a smile.
“It’s just that…” You pause to find the right words. “It’s a combination of a lot of things. It’s just hard to believe that soon you’ll be an idol and I just know you’ll be sooo busy. You’re gonna be a celebrity. Like, that’s insane to me. One day we’re high school kids and the next you’re suddenly… a star. Everyone will know you.”
“You don’t know that. We might not even make it big.”
“I don’t buy that for a second. The world’s gonna love you, Minj.”
She smiles again but this time not at you. Still, you catch what seems like a subtle blush on her cheek as she looks away.
“But that’s just it. I feel like I’m losing my best friend to the world somehow. I have no clue what I’m even gonna be doing next year. Meanwhile, you’ve got it all planned out. I just feel… left behind, I guess. Especially since you’ll be gone on your birthday. It’ll be the first time we won’t celebrate it together. It just feels like a turning point and I just…”
Sensing that your emotions were boiling over, she quickly drops her bags and wraps her arms around you. Behind her you see the reflection of the full moon in the Han river come into view.
“…feel so alone.”
“But you’re not alone, Mimi.” She gently rubs your back to the rhythm of the waves on the water. “I’ll always be here for you, ok?”
Only silent tears in response. But she doesn’t see them.
“Yes, I’ll be busy and yes, I’ll be away a lot. But I’ll never leave, ok?”
“Ok,” is all you can muster.
“I love you.”
“I… love you.”
“I’m not gonna leave. You’ll always have me by your side. I promise you that.”
And I promise one day I’ll get over you. But not tonight.
-
The long walk home was filled with silence. Both of you wanting to reassure the other, but neither of you knowing what to say. So you both just shuffle along awkwardly, arms still locked but less tight than before, until your house heaves into view. You notice the lights still on as you approach.
“I guess they’re still up.” You gesture to the bags in your hand holding your new jeans. “I’ll quickly drop these off and pack my things.”
“Mmm. But you have clothes at my place, you know?”
“Toiletries?”
“I have everything, bro.”
“Cool. I’ll just go say good night, then.”
“Me, too. I’ll come with you.”
It was difficult having her around in front of your family. You always had to pray they didn’t catch the way you looked at her. The way you fell apart when she looked at you. To avoid that situation entirely you run upstairs and leave everything in your room while she makes conversation with them downstairs. It was 11:11 and you wish you could leave your feelings in your room, too. Hide them away forever where they couldn’t hurt you. But the framed pictures and polaroids of the both of you scattered all around the room reminded you that was impossible. So you keep your ring in your pocket, turn off the light and close the door.
You say good night in unison as you step back outside.
“You’re always so sweet with them, Min. They seem a lot happier when you’re around than with their own daughter.” You chuckle to yourself.
“Well, without them I wouldn’t have you.” She turns to you with a soft smile. “It’s always nice seeing them. They remind me of you.”
You don’t return her smile. You can’t. Instead you look straight ahead, walking the familiar path down the street to her place.
“And maybe if you weren’t frowning all the time, they’d enjoy your company more, bro,” she says teasingly, gently nudging you with her elbow.
You manage to laugh a little. “I guess you’re right.”
Brief silence as you walk side by side under the moonlight.
“Hey, Min?”
“Mmm?”
“Thanks again for tonight. For everything. And again I’m sorry for being this down.”
“Bro, it’s all good.”
“I’m really excited for you, I promise.”
“I know, don’t worry.”
“And… I love you.”
She smiles. Though it wasn’t quite happiness in her eyes.
“I know, don’t worry,” she repeats.
Did she really?
-
“Hey, can I go shower first?”
“Yeah, no problem. I’ll try and look for a movie in the mean time.”
You sit alone on her bed, nothing but the sound of water from the other room to keep you company. With everything that happened tonight, you really had no intentions of watching a movie. No energy or willpower. Nothing left to give. Nevertheless, you scroll through the selections robotically, barely registering any of the titles, but doing your best to distract yourself from the thoughts piling up in your head.
She comes out with one of your shirts on, her hair still wet and her face bare, and you have to stop yourself from screaming ‘I love you’. She was the only movie you wanted to watch. Even if you were just a supporting actress in it.
“Hey, isn’t that the only shirt I have here?”
“Yeah, just take one of mine,” she says as she moves over to the bed. “Did you choose something to watch?”
“Not yet. I’ll keep looking when I get back.”
“Alright.”
You stand up and walk to the bathroom, avoiding her eyes as you do so. Before you enter she calls out, “Mia?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you, too, by the way. I don’t think I said it back earlier.”
She’s doing it again. That smile trying to cheer you up. But it only does the opposite. You walk out of view before replying, “I know, don’t worry.” And as the door closes behind you, you burst into not-so-silent tears, your face buried in your towel. Your quiet sobs force you to inhale sharply and take in her familiar scent, fresh from the shower she just had, standing right where you were now. It clings to you like the imminent summer heat. You didn’t want it. You hated it. You didn’t want to love her. But she left you no choice.
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“Did you cry, Mia? Your eyes are red.”
“No, it’s just… You know when you’re trying to close your conditioner bottle but the cap, like, flings conditioner into your eyes? Or is that just a me thing?”
“Mmm, I think that’s just you.” You notice how eager she was to laugh. You knew she wanted nothing more than to lighten your mood. “I never have that problem. Just close it gently, bro. Or, like, look away or something.”
“It’s harder than it looks.”
“바보.”
“Ugh. Forget it.”
“So, do you have something you wanna watch?”
“Actually, I don’t think I have enough energy to watch a movie tonight. Can we just chill?”
“Yeah, that’s alright! It was just a suggestion anyway. Let’s just talk. Let me turn off the lights.”
She gets up and reaches for the switch by the doorway that you were still standing in.
“Min, I’m right here. You could’ve just asked me to…”
Then she hugs you. Your heart skips another beat. A sensation that felt so familiar.
“I know. I just wanted to give you a hug. Now that you’re clean,” she teases. Hearing no response from you, she adds, “I know you’re feeling down, bro. And I don’t like it when you’re sad.”
The way you look in my eyes, it kills me every time.
“Yeah, but enough about me. I wanna know how you’re feeling. This is a big thing for you, Min.”
She sits back down on the bed and considers your words.
“I’m feeling a lot of things, too. Like, anxious, nervous, excited… But, yeah, I think I feel sad as well. I know this is what I wanna do but I also don’t like the thought of spending less time with you.”
“You’re gonna be amazing, though. I’m really excited for you.”
She smiles, though it was laced with uncertainty.
“I hope the world likes me. If they like me even half as much as you like me, I’ll be happy.”
She really had no idea. She had no idea your world spun just for her.
“I know they’ll love you. But, yeah… never as much as me.”
You playfully wink, putting on an act once again, and pray that she’d stay as oblivious as always to what you really felt. Though deep down what you really wanted was for her to know. And for her to feel the same. Some day you would stop wanting. But not tonight.
“You won’t forget me, right, Min?”
“Mia, of course not! Why would you think that?
“I don’t know. Maybe one day you’ll outgrow me.”
“Never. You’ll always be my best friend. And I’ll always be just Minji to you. Not an idol. Not NewJeans Kim Minji. Just Minji. Your best friend. Your Minji. You know that.”
Just Minji, your best friend. Just your best friend.
The way you look in my eyes, it feels me with a fire.
“I’m so grateful to have someone like you. To have you. I love you, Mia.”
But you knew it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same desperate ‘I love you’ you heard leave your mouth when you replied. It wasn’t the same ‘I love you’ you felt in your heart that was kicking, screaming, crying for help. Crying for mercy.
‘Cause even when the sky is falling, you are all I want and I can’t do anything.
If you could give her anything it would be the ability to see her through your eyes. Just so she’d understand how it felt. Maybe then, after more than a year of sleepless nights thinking about her, wishing you could lie in her arms, you’d finally be able to rest.
But not tonight. Tonight you were in her room. And in her room none of the pillows were yours. The ones you used to dry your tears. The ones into which you’d scream her name in agony.
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Would you mind doing a one shot there Annie has a rough day like really rough 🥺 and andy does everything in his will power to make her comfortable including waking up in the middle of the night from back pain from the baby so he gives her a massage and the one thing leads to another and things get spicy 🥵 please 🥺🥹
I love this series please don’t ever stop! I’ll still support and read. Btw I’m a silent follower never really done this hope this message gets to you 👉🏼👈🏼
I can do that! I took me a while to answer cuz I had work to do.
ROUGH DAY
THE NANNY: ONE SHOT
A ROUGH DAY
Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)
Summary: Annie is having a rough day and she take out her frustration with Andy.
Warnings: crying, cursing words, pregnancy syntoms, sex, Andy.
A/N: none.
Word count: 2109
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One of the things Andy never liked about Annie, (yes, believe it or not he doesn’t like things about her), was when she shut down because something bother her. She got moody and in general just stop talking. And no matter how many times Andy has told her he was there for her, she kept doing it.
Today was one of those days. Her maternity leave began 2 weeks ago and Annie woke up only to realize her belly had grown more. She had an early doctor’s appointment, she changed, stood in front of the mirror and she looked huge; she couldn’t even see her feet.
“Good morning, honey!” Andy said cheerfully as he walked in to get changed for the day. He had just showered, so a towel was the only thing on his body. Of course he looked good, Annie could see his abs because he was not carrying a child on his belly. Annie turned to see him with hate in her eyes. “Ok, no good morning then.” He got closer willing to give her a kiss but she just dodged him. “Alright… so, you want me to come with you to your doctor’s appointment?”
“No.”
“But what if the baby show us if it a girl or a boy?”
“Argh! That’s not gonna happen! If it hasn’t happened yet, it’s not going to happen now!”
“Hey, I haven’t done anything to you, I just asked a simple question there’s no need to be so bitchy!”
“Fuck you!”
Annie left the room, went downstairs and left. Jake walked into the room carrying his lunchbox and his backpack. Andy was sitting on the bed already putting his socks on.
“Mommy leave me.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take you to school.”
“She upset again?”
“It’s gonna be a long day, buddy.”
And it was. Lunch wasn’t any different. Annie didn’t cook and when Andy asked why she yelled at him and told him he had hands and he could cook himself. After that she went straight to their room and stayed there for the rest of the day.
Andy didn’t get near her until it was time for him to sleep. He walked into the room and saw his wife drifting off hugging her pregnancy pillow.
“Wanna talk?” Andy said cautiously but Annie ignored him completely and closed her eyes. “Good night.” He sighed, got himself comfortable and went to sleep.
It has been 3 hours since Andy turned off the tv and began snoring. Annie was fully awake, she was hungry and in so much pain. In fact she has been in pain from the moment she woke up. It was a small sting on her waist but now it was full pain. She turned and sat on the edge of the bed trying her best not to wake Andy up. She stood up, only to realize she couldn’t stand up straight.
“Jesus.” She put both her hands on the back of her waist and went downstairs to the kitchen to make something to eat and at least calm her hunger.
She grabbed everything to make a sandwich, sat on one of the stools and prepare her food. Once she was done she proceed to eat it. After she finished of course she got thirsty, but when she tried to reach for a glass a sharp pain hit right in her waist, sending some sort of electricity through her spine, her knees buckled and the scream that came out of her mouth was loud enough to wake up the entire neighborhood. She was in all fours on the floor when she heard the footsteps of Andy running down the stairs.
“Honey!” He rushed to the floor, “You ok?” Annie shook her head avoiding his sight, “Is it time?” She shook her head again, “Baby, talk to me.”
Annie turned to see him, cheeks covered in her tears, “My back hurts so bad.”
“Do you think you can sit on the floor?” She nodded and move to be sited against the counter. She took a deep breath and turned to see a very worried Andy. “I’ll help you get up. You think you can do that?”
“I don’t know.”
“Ok, I’m gonna sit behind you and help you stand.” He put himself between the counter and her. Put his arms under her armpits and made her stand.
“FUCK!” Annie yelled as she felt the pain again.
“I’m sorry.”
“It hurts real bad.”
“Where?”
“On my waist.” She lifted her top and pointed the area. “I’m too tired.”
Andy moved his hands under her very prominent belly and lifted it. Annie sighed in relief when she felt the weight being lifted off of her.
“That feels so good.”
“Yeah?” She nodded as she leaned against her husband’s chest. “Can you try to walk to the living room? I won’t let you go, I promise.”
“Yeah.” She gave two steps as Andy kept lifting her belly from behind her.
“Good, you’re doing so good, baby girl.” Annie waddled to the couch; her little penguin walk, as Andy called it, was heavier than the days before. Andy moved to be in front of her, took her hands and help her sat down on the couch. “Be right back, ok?”
Andy came back a couple of minutes later, carrying a warm towel and some baby oil. She noticed how Annie was drifting off again.
“Honey?” She opened her eyes, “How long have you not been sleeping properly?”
“A week.”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Cuz you’re tired too! You still have to go to work!”
“Honey,” He sat next to her, “We are in this together, if you are not sleeping you need to tell me.” Annie didn’t say anything, “I hate when you don’t tell me what’s wrong. When did the pain start?” Andy move her shirt up and placed the warm towel on her waist. The heat began to bring comfort to her muscles.
“This morning. I thought it’ll go away. I thought it was because I slept in a wrong position, but then the doctor said it was because of the baby weight. To be honest I’m so uncomfortable lately, I want this to be over and it makes me feels like I’m a horrible woman because everyone says I should enjoy my pregnancy but I feel so fucked up!”
“Well, all of those people can go fuck themselves, ok?” Annie smiled to that, “If you are miserable, it’s fine!” Andy moved on the couch to be behind her, “Now, you think if I give you a massage the pain will go away?”
“I honestly don’t know.”
“Let’s figure it out,” Andy put some baby oil on the pal of his hand, “lift the back of your shirt and hold it there.” Andy’s finger began to rub gently above the towel. His long fingers went from her waist, across her spine and to her ribs.
“I’m sorry I was a bitch today to you.”
“It’s ok, you were in pain.” He removed the towel and began rubbing on the waist.
“Oh god! That feels so good!” She leaned to the front as Andy kept rubbing.
It wasn’t long before Andy fingers went under her sleeping shorts touching her butt cheeks.
“You have like a bump here.” Andy pressed one of his fingers on her left butt cheek.
“OW!”
“I think is your sciatic.” Andy rubbed harder and Annie winced, “Maybe if you take your short off I could…”
“How convenient.” Annie said and Andy laughed.
“I mean it, you want the pain go away or no?”
“Fine!” Annie stood up and pulled her shorts down, she was not wearing underwear. Andy put the towel on the couch and she sat on it. “hehe my ass is gonna be warm now.”
The massage continue for about 5 minutes and it helped a lot. She felt sore but not in pain anymore. Andy’s fingers were still rubbing softly on her back when she let herself fall against his chest, she turned to the side and smile at him.
“Thank you.” She leaned in and gave him a peck.
“You’re most welcome.” Andy kissed her back, softly at first, but then Annie put her hand on the nape of his head, mouths open and their tongues dancing. Andy’s oily fingers got under her shirt and to her breast.
“Mmmm.” Annie moaned against his lips when Andy pinched her nipples. Andy broke the kiss and move his lips to her neck.
“You need another kind of massage?” Andy asked her in a husky voice.
“Yes, please.”
“Ok, relaxed and open your legs.” Andy rested her back on his chest, bend her knees and opened her legs. Andy’s hand went south and using his middles and index finger rubbed softly her slit. “My, my, you already wet.” Andy moved his fingers up and down her slid without touching her clit. “What were you thinking while I was massaging you, naughty girl?”
“No…nothing.”
“Liar.” Andy nip her ear and his fingers rubbed her little button.
“Oh! Yes, there.” Andy moved his fingers to her entrance rubbing it as well making her whimper.
Andy couldn’t see her pussy but he could fell her.
“I bet she looks all pretty right now, wet and raw just for me.”
“Andy, please!”
“What’s wrong baby?”
“Can you put your fingers in me?”
“So polite, of course I can, but I won’t, not yet.”
“What? Why not?!”
“I wanna keep playing with her.”
“No, please, don’t tease me.”
“No?” Andy rubbed her clit faster and then stopped. “Ok.”
“No! I was about to cum!”
“You say no teasing.”
“Andy, please!”
Andy stood up and kneel in front of the couch, dark lustful eyes staring down at her pussy.
“See, all pretty!” Andy didn’t give her a warning before he latch to her pussy like a starve man.
“FUCK!” Annie throw her head back. She could feel his lips sucking her clit and lapping at her hole. “Oh god! Yes!” He began to tongue fuck her. His warm tongue getting in and out of her wet entrance. Annie touched her boobs feeling her orgasm approached, “Yes! Just like that! Please, don’t stop!” Andy could feel her pulsing hole on his mouth. “ANDY!” her hands took a hold of his head and keept him on her pussy. A gush of liquid came out of her and directly to Andy’s face. “FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!”
Andy’s tongue kept licking her pussy as Annie came down form her height. When he turned to see Annie his beard was drench.
“Oh my god. Andy, I’m sorry, I ‘ve never…”
“I know!” He kissed the top of her clit, “It was amazing.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah.” He stood up and throw his boxer briefs across the room. He stroke a couple of times, “you think you can do that again?”
“I… I don’t know.”
Andy climbed on the couch and help Annie to get on her side. He lifted her leg and position himself in her entrance.
“Let’s find out.” She was so wet Andy slid in easily. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
He gave no warning and he wasn’t in the mood of been soft with her. He pounded hard into her, his balls hitting on her ass. Annie’s moaned filled the silence, “You like that?”
“YES!”
“Whose pussy is this, huh?”
“YOURS! OH GOD!
“Damn right is mine.” Andy’s hand went to her clit and as he thrusted into her and rubbed it fast, “oh I can feel you squeezing me, baby.”
“Andy!” He didn’t stop, in fact he moved faster, “Please!”
“One more, baby. I know you can. Come on!” As soon as Andy said that she came again, her pussy contracted against his dick. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” She milked her cock and he spilled his seed inside her. Andy took a deep breath and kissed the back of Annie’s head. “Do you think you can sleep now?”
But Annie didn’t answer. Andy moved to see her sleeping already, H laughed a bit but couldn’t blame her because he also felt exhausted. He stood, put his boxers back on, and took Annie in his arms to bring her back to their room.
By the time he walked into the room and placed Annie next to her pregnancy pillow the clock on his bed side table was marking 5:20 a.m.
“Maybe I should shower already.” He said softly.
“Don’t go to work.” Annie said in a sleepy voice. “Stay.”
Andy smiled, slid on his side of the bed and kissed Annie on the forehead “good night, honey.” One more kiss, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
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What do you think the Sinclairs reactions would be to their afab partner coming out to the be?
Demi:
You gathered the boys together, you figured it would be easier if you just ripped off the bandaid. So you waited until just before dinner as to try not to make a scene, and begged Vincent to stay. Normally he walked off to his art den to eat alone, but you just wanted to talk real quick. The man looked concerned, but you quickly assured him nothing was wrong.
“Sugar, you’re scaring me. Something the matter?” Bo asked.
He grew quite fond of you, though he’d never admit it out loud, it was obvious too his two brothers. You shook your head.
“Naw Bo, just when something important I wanted to tell you all. You’re my boys and you’re important to me.”
Bo’s face dropped. He thought maybe this was it, you finally grew bored of them and wanted to leave. He was gonna cut you off so he wouldn’t feel the sting, but Lester saw the gears turning in his brothers head and was quick to stop him.
“Relax Bo, let her speak.”
You cringed a little. Vincent took notice of this and signed a quick “you ok?”
“That’s what I wanted to talk to y’all about.” You mutteredz
The boys looked confused but you had their full attention.
“I don’t like it much when you call me She. It don’t feel right. I’m a girl in the same way you all aren’t killers. I can pretend to be all I want, but at the end of the day, we all know the truth.”
You grew anxious when non of them spoke. You began to fidget with your hands but Vincent was quick to grab them. He used his free hand to ask you a question?
“What are you?”
It sounded so foreign, but you knew what he meant. ASL wasn’t exactly the most delicate language, usually it was quite blunt and to the point.
“Demi girl I think. Like I still feel feminine I guess, just not like a girl.”
“We’ll all right then sugar plum, what do y’a want us to call y’a?” Lester spoke up.
“They/Them pronouns are fine.” You spoke slowly, trying to decide if they felt right on your own tongue.
Bo still had yet to speak and your worried he’d reject you.
“Bo?” You asked, knocking him out of his trance.
He cleared his throat and spoke up.
“So you won’t be my pretty girl anymore?” He asked.
It was cute, the puppy dog eyes he gave you. He was usually never this vulnerable in front of his brothers. So you knew he meant it, and was trying his best. You chuckled lightly, amused at the question.
“Just for you Bo. Everybody else gotta call me something different.”
He smiled and the three of you went on eating dinner like nothing had changed. Except Vincent felt more at ease today, and ate with you all up at the dinner table.
Nonbianry:
You’d been hanging out with Lester all day. Helping him collect road kill and playing with Jonesy. You threw some animal viens for the dog to play fetch with. Everything was perfect. Except something was bothering you, so you finally decided to speak up.
“Hey Les, can I talk to you for a min?”
You had that boys full attention in a heartbeat. He was worried when you spoke so seriously.
“Something wrong doll?”
You blushed at the nickname. It was cute and all, but only cause it was Lester saying it. If anyone else called you that, you might just punch them.
“Nothing serious, just wanted to tell you something’s all”
“We’ll go on ahead. I don’t bite.” He joked.
Petting Jonesy’s fur for emphases. You laughed a little.
“Here it goes I guess. I don’t really like you calling me Doll Les, it feels too feminine. And I don’t really feel very feminine if y’a know what I mean?”
He had this confused look on his face, and you’d didn’t blame him. You weren’t really explaining things right.
“I’m not a girl Les. I don’t really feel like one. Don’t really feel like much honestly.”
“We’ll Alrighty then Do-, we’ll what do you suppose I call you. Wouldn’t want to say the wrong thing and upset you now.”
You smiled at his kindness, he was trying so hard.
“I don’t mind it when you call me love bug every now and again. That one’s kinda cute. And if you could start using They/Them. Pronouns with me, that would be cool.”
“You got it Love Bug, suppose we should tell my brothers yeah. Don’t want them disrespecting you.”
“You think they’ll be cool with it?”
“Course they will. The love y’a, Bo’s a hard ass but he really does care. Might slip up a little but he’ll try, you’re important to him. Besides, I think Vincent might understand more than y’a think. He don’t really give off manly man vibes like Bo does, I seen him do his makeup under his mask once.”
You blushed at the thought of Vincent wearing makeup. Lester let out a huff, snapping his fingers.
“Ugh, what do y’a call it?”
“Nonbianry?”
“Yeah! I think old Vin might be a bit like you in that way. So don’t stress to much. They’re gonna love y’a no matter what gender you are. You’re the best damn thing in this town and we’re lucky to have y’a!”
And Lester was right, the boys were hardly surprised when you came out to them. Bo did mess up from time to time, but you cut him some slack cause you could tell he was trying his best.
Masculine:
You were in the house of wax, looking at Vincent’s art like you did when you needed to think. And you had a lot on your mind lately. At lot had changed since you came to Ambrose, and you were worried that change would make the boys you’d grown to love, hate you.
Vincent had heard your foot steps and came up to greet you. You were the only one who came around this time of day, so he knew he’d find you. But when he saw you lost in thought he gré concerned. He knocked on the door, alerting you to his presence. When you jumped he knew something was wrong. You were usually pretty good about telling when someone was around.
“What’s wrong love?” He signed.
“Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about art boy.” You’d taken to calling him.
He wasn’t convinced though. He sat down on the bench beside you. You sat in silence for a while before you finally caved.
“Vin, you ever feel like you’re not who you’re supposed to be?”
That question was a tad concerning to him, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions.
“All the time.”
You offered him a weak smile at this. You know he didn’t mean it in the same way as you. How could he?
“Would you still like me if I wasn’t a girl? Like if I didn’t look like this.”
The man paused. What an odd question. Of course he’d still love you, you were, you! When he didn’t respond right away you kept going
“If I were a boy I mean. You think Bo would kick me out?”
“No” he spoke.
You were shocked, you’d never heard him speak before. You knew it hurt his throat.
“We love you” he spoke slowly.
You could tell it strained his throat and this made you weepy. He loved you so damn much he was willing to talk to you in your time of comfort. You pulled him into a hug.
“You always know just what to say Vincent.”
When he pulled away he went back to signing. Honestly you would lie if you said you weren’t disappointed. But you’d never forget the sound of his voice saying he loved you. Besides, you loved watching him sign, or watching his hands do anything for that matter.
“Name?” He asked.
“Umm, Y/N I guess. I like the sound of it.”
Vincent gave you a sign telling you he loved it.
“Help me tell the others?” You asked.
He nodded and escorted you up the house were Lester was setting the table and Bo was cooking dinner. Bo smiled when he saw you and you sheepishly hid behind Vincent.
“What’s wrong with ‘er?” He asked, absentmindedly.
Vincent felt you tense behind him and frowned beneath his mask. He decided to rip the bandaid off for you. Signing “not girl” at his brother. Bo raised a brow, looking at you. Lester looked confused.
“Not sure if I saw that right Vin, who’s not a girl?”
Vincent pointed at you, and you sheepishly waved, this not being how you expected things to go at all. Bo lowered the temp on the stove and turned his full attention on you now. A shit eating grin on his face.
“We’ll shit sugar, I could have told y’a that! You were Lester’s clothes have the time and play around in that filthy pit of his. I ain’t know no girls who like that shit.”
“You don’t hate me?” You asked, stunned at his response.
“Course not. If I loved you just cause you were a girl, well I’d be no better than my parents now would I? I’m a killer, not an animal. What name y’a picked out?”
“Y/N!” You said more confidently this time.
“I Like it, suits y’a bear cub” Lester complimented.
He started calling you that after the two of you managed to free a stray bear from Ken of the traps in the woods. And the poor scared thing wouldn’t leave your side the rest of the night. Kept trying to snuggle on you. He also called you “snow white” from time to time, but he figured you wouldn’t want to be compared to a princess.
“Is that all you wanted to tell us?” Bo asked.
You nodded. Bo smiled.
“Now be a good boy and help Lester set the table, yeah?”
You blushed like a mad man!
An: you didn’t specify what they came out as so I gave three options lol. Didn’t want to make Bo a bigot in this one, cause some of us deserve happiness 😭
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Hii!! How's your day, talented writer? hihihi I really hope you're doing well! If you have time please consider writing an enstars tickle scenario, where the producer (male) is jealous seeing hokuto being close to tomoya (knowing that tomoya have a crush on hokuto)
when hokuto noticed it, he began teasing the producer and eventually tickling him lol, the scenario seems fun because of the one sided tickle fight (lee male producer, ler the one and only merciless hokuto)
Take your time & have a nice day!
Jealousy!
Sorry I added this gif, I’M SO FUCKING SHOCKED AT IT😭
P.S. Sorry it’s not long. If you need me to redo it to your liking, say something and I’ll try my best, promise. I didn’t know where I was going with this and I apologize.
P.P.S! I didn’t know what ship u exactly wanted, so I made Hokuto, Tomoya, and the producer be in a relationship. I’m really sorry if that’s not what u wanted
⚠️Tw⚠️: Cringe
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The producer heard faint pleads coming from Hokuto’s room, so he did the only right answer, went to go give it a look. What he didn’t realize was the cute, yet, annoying display in front of him.
Hokuto was tickling the ever loving shit out of Tomoya. “Aw~ Can’t take what u dished out, Bunny~?”
“Nohohoho, Stahahahap, please, H-Hohohohkuto!!!” Tomoya withered in place; he couldn’t really do much since his hands was being pinned down by the bigger one, so all he could do was take it.
“Too bad, u knew my thighs were really ticklish, but u still squeezed them? If I don’t know any better, I’d feel like u wanted this type of attention.” Hokuto slowly traced down the man’s stomach, to his navel and wriggled inside of it.
The teases and tickles Hokuto placed on Tomoya, made him squirm in place. It reminded him everytime someone else would do the same thing, but they were never… this intense? He doesn’t know how to describe it, all he knew was that he wanted to be in Tomoya’s place. Something tickled the inside of his stomach, wether it was butterflies, his giant lee mood, or… that he was… jealous? Couldn’t be, he doesn’t know why he was jealous, he has no reason to be. But nothing he says will stop this growing urge to go over there and stop this mess.
Hokuto looked up at the door because he felt a strange presence, as he saw the producer walk out, quietly closing the door behind him. Something was off with his face tho, he looked… sad. Hokuto got off of Tomoya, as he rubbed the latter’s stomach, “There, now you’ll learn your lesson. Never tickle me unless u want to be tickled back.” He laughed walking his way towards the door.
Tomoya panted, “it… IT WASN’T INTENTIONAL!”
“Yeah yeah, but u still did, and u had a smirk on your face, learn your place jellybean~” Hokuto looked back and winked at him, then walked off, closing the door.
Tomoya blushed.
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“Hey, sport, can I come in?” Hokuto knocked on the producer’s door with his middle and index finger.
“Yeah.”
“You ok? I saw u leave the room, u looked sad.” Hokuto walked to his desk to where he was sitting, and sat on top of it.
The producer blushed tenfold, it was more embarrassing that Hokuto saw him walk out of the room, then watching the scene itself, and he doesn’t know why.
“It was nothing, now please get off my desk so I can finish my work in peace.”
Hokuto wouldn’t let this slide, he got off, walked behind the producer and swirled him around to where he was facing him. “Aw~ your face is all red~, wanna tell me why u seem upset?”
“Ugh, your head is bigger than your body, get. OUT!” The producer tried pushing him away, but he was bigger and stronger, and he didn’t look like he was moving any time soon.
“No! Not until u tell me!” Hokuto squeezed his sides. The producer squirmed away from the attacking fingers.
Hokuto stopped. “Oh? I forgot u were ticklish, hehe, now u gonna tell me why ur upset. Or u want me to attack u?~”
“How can you just FORGET someone’s ticklish? And no! Get away from me you big oaf!” The producer tried to push him off a second time, but his attempts were ineffective.
“Idk, I guess I just tickle Tomoya too much, that I forgot other people were ticklish.”
There he goes again, always talking about Tomoya. The producer doesn’t have a problem with him, but whenever Hokuto mentions his name, he has a strange urge to punch the wall. He loves Tomoya matter of fact, he loves Hokuto too, but… he just doesn’t know what he’s feeling anymore. “Did u forget u were ticklish too?” The producer squeezed his side, causing him to fall to the ground, giving the producer a chance to run, until he caught his ankle and made him fall.
“Don’t think u can wiggle away from the tickle monster~ He’s got his ways.” Hokuto managed to get up while still holding the producer’s ankle and sat on his back. He ran a finger down his spine, making him arch his back with a squeal.
“Eek! No! Plehehehease, Hokuto!” The producer begged, hoping his pleads won’t work because he kinda didn’t won’t this to end, well not yet of course.
“You gonna tell me what’s up?” Hokuto flipped the producer around, facing his reddened, smiley face.
“It’s none of your business.” He turned his head to the side as to not look up at his ler, who had this shit eating grin that was making him squirm with anticipation every second he stared at him.
Hokuto examined the producers sharp jawline that looked like it could cut a rock in half. It was so defined and smooth, he could kiss all over it-. What the hell is Hokuto saying right now?! Kiss his best friend?! That’s absurd, not too mention he was probably straight, but every time Hokuto kept telling himself lies, he couldn’t find himself looking away, distracted by the beauty. He brought his index finger up to trace it, only for the producer to scrunch his neck back towards the man who looked like he was written by Aphrodite. “Heheheheh, Hokuto!”
Oh yeah, that’s what he was doing, interrogating the cute one underneath him. He almost lost control for a second, “Aw, what’s wrong, producer? A little ticklish?~”
“Don’t even, you’re extremely ticklish too.” The producer brought his hand up to squeeze his side for demonstration, but was caught and brought up above his head.
“Any last words?” Hokuto wriggled his hand above the producer’s outstretched armpit.
“Uh…um…”
“Ha, all choked up? I didn’t even start.” Hokuto brought his hand down, making skin contact.
“Pfft- Hohohokuto!” The producer wiggled in place, making it kinda obvious that he still wanted it to continue.
“Tell me now, or I’ll tickle all the way down from your armpits to the bottoms of your oh so ticklish bare feet.” The ler whispered in his ear teasy lines, while he lightly scratched the producer’s bare underarm. “You wouldn’t like that would u?” Hokuto got close to his face where the producer could practically feel his hot breath.
The producer rapidly shook his head, “N-no, I won’t!”
“Then your gonna tell me why you’re upset, doesn’t that sound fun?~”
He gulped, and it was a pretty loud gulp because it got the attention of Hokuto.
“Wow… So you aren’t gonna tell me? You know, this could all be over with one quick swoop!” Hokuto squeezed up and down the producer’s ribcage.
“GaH! Nohohohoho please, Hohohohkuto.”
“You do realize since you’re not telling me to stop, you’re enjoying yourself, right?” Hokuto stopped his attacking fingers.
The producer looked up at him with teary eyes. “Wh-What, but… but I don’t…” he sounded like he was about to cry, and that struck something inside of the ler’s heart.
“Hey, hey, it’s ok, trust me. Your secret is safe with me.” Hokuto caressed the producer’s face, staring deeply in his watery eyes, getting lost like he was in a tide pool trying to survive. It was beautiful, charming, to be exact… “Tomoya enjoys it too, but he has his limits, and it’s just so cute, haha-“
“SHUT UP!” The producer blurted out, letting his jealousy get the better of him. “You always talk about Tomoya. Tomoya did this, Tomoya did that, AND I’M SICK OF IT!! Ever since… ever since u met him, it felt like we lost connection. You would always tickle him, I would never even get a poke out of you. And I can’t say how I feel… b-because, I don’t want to be judged…” The producer sniffed out, god he swore to secrecy that he will never explode like this to anyone, but he couldn’t stop as the tears kept flowing down his cheeks, and words kept getting spurred up by his saliva forming at the corners of his mouth.
“Woah, Woah, Woah, what do you mean?”
“I like you, Hokuto, I love Tomoya too. In fact I wanna date both of you guys, but… But, I can’t” The producer whispered that last one, taking in heeps of breath. “I know it’s weird to be in love with a men since I’m one too, let alone, in love with two at the same time, so I get it, if you don’t want to be friends with me beacuse I’m gay, then that’s fine… I-”
Hokuto interrupted the producer with a passionate kiss, lasting for at least 3 minutes, till the producer broke apart. “Wh-What was that?!”
“I love you too, producer, I love Tomoya as well.”
“What are u saying?”
“I guess what I’m saying is… will you go out with me? Please?”
“O-Of course!” The producer went back in for another kiss, until they both heard a knock at the open door, coming face to face with Tomoya.
“That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen. YOU GUYS LOVE ME!!” Tomoya squealed with excitement.
*cringe warning*
They both laughed, “Tomoya, will u date us?” Hokuto asked.
“OMG YES!!! But too bad I missed out on tickling the producer….”
“It’s ok, you can help me tickle Hokuto if you want!” The producer smiled at Tomoya and grinned at Hokuto.
“Wh-What?!”
“Did u honestly forget u were the most ticklish one out of us three?” The producer got up, leaning over a scared, soon-to-be, lee.
“Oh, yes~ I forgot that too.” Tomoya walked over to him with wiggly fingers and a meanacing grin matching his lover’s.
“Wait, wait guys. It was ok if I tickled you two because u enjoyed it and I don’t, please guys, have mercy on me!” Hokuto slowly backed up to where his back was pushed to the wall.
“Mercy? We haven’t even started yet. Tomoya, hold him down.”
“Yes, sir!”
“NO! STAHAGGAGAGAP!”
That night was filled with laughter, kisses, and truth or dares. It was one hell of a night, a night that they all will remember.
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the first time he sleeps with someone after you breakup he's literally got his face in their neck trying not to cry bc it's not you that he's fucking but he doesn't want to just leave this person high and dry so he's on the verge of tears and finally the person is like 'bucky, it's ok if you don't want to keep doing this. i won't be upset, I'd rather wait until ur ok than have you be uncomfortable' and he's like 'no no im ok' and then right after he's just repeating 'im sorry' and crying :/
he’s back at his mom’s like a month or two after you’re broken up and he’s just been too upset to even think about sleeping with anyone else but an old frequent hookup from college texts saying she saw he’s in town and she’d love to hang out and he says yes (after some convincing from steve and his mom, because he literally like. does not leave his room) and they end up at her place and she’s on top of him and they’re making out and when he’s like ‘hey, um…i haven’t had sex in a couple months. since my girlfriend and i split up. i just am feeling kind of nervous? sorry if that’s weird to say but-’ and she’s like ‘that’s okay. you’re vulnerable, i get it. why don’t you get on top so you can do it however you’re comfortable?’
so he’s on top and he’s fucking her and it’s going really well until he thinks about the fact that he’s having sex and it isn’t with you and he tries to push it to the back of his head but it makes him detrimentally fucking depressed and anxious and he feels disgusting suddenly. so he shifts and changes positions casually so that he can hide his face and close his eyes and just focus on making her finish because at this point he doesn’t care if he does or not and she can feel that he’s not really into it so she’s like ‘hey are you alright? do you wanna stop?’ and he’s like ‘yeah, i’m fine, just wanna make you cum’ but she hears a sniffle and is like ‘🙁 you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. i don’t want you to fuck me if it’s making you upset’ and he’s like ‘i’m sorry, i’m really sorry. it’s not you, you’re so hot and you’re so good and i really like hanging out with you i just can’t do this. it feels really wrong and it’s really freaking me out’ and he’s starting to cry and he quickly pulls out of her and finds his underwear and goes to the bathroom and locks the door and cries in there but pretends like he isn’t. and when he comes back out she’s got panties and a shirt on since he just left her there and he’s like ‘i’m sorry this is really fucking embarrassing. i’m gonna go home. it was really good seeing you, i’m sorry that you didn’t finish. thank you for inviting me over. i’ll see you around.’ and he quickly gets dressed but she stops him on his way out and gives him a hug and is like ‘please be nice to yourself, okay?’ and he’s like ‘okay, yeah. i’m sorry i just really need to go’ and he feels SO fucking pathetic
by the time he gets home it’s the middle of the night and he cries in his bedroom until he decides he needs to wake his mom bc she’s all that will make him feel better and when he does she comes to his room and sits with him on the floor and he tells her everything that just happened and she doesn’t care that he’s oversharing because she knows how excruciatingly sad he is and that he doesn’t really have anyone else to comfort him. she sits and hugs him while he tells her that he just misses you and he feels like such a freak and he doesn’t even know how to be his old self anymore and he wishes he wasn’t him and she kisses his head and holds him until he stops crying 🙁
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Chapter 2 suckas! Link to Ch 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/thegreatarlecchina/718252328860483584/its-clown-time-bois
EDIT: Y’all I did a stoopid and printed the last few paragraphs twice. That should be fixed now.
Suddenly a soft “Hullo Luv.” echoed from behind them. Kyonia turned to see Mirage giving them a shy wave. Mirage was dressed head to toe in an adorable scarecrow costume. It had a brownish-red top with pants clearly meant to imitate woven straw. Their face was painted a pumpkin orange with yellow glow paint and shimmering gold eyeshadow around their eyes and mouth. Their hair had little bits of hay strewn about in it and overall they looked like a cutie patootie. “Oh, Mirage! I didn't see you there!” They exclaimed. Mirage had a tendency to sneak up on people without knowing it; for a 6ft 150 lb hunk of metal, that bot was very quiet. “Ready for the show M?” Kyn inquired, noticing Mirage somewhat stress stimming with their hair. “Oh me? Yes-well um just a bit nervous luv. Nuffin to worry about…” They mumbled. Kyonia gave a skeptical look as Mirage turned away from their gaze, instead focusing on the ground. “Somthin bothering you friend? Pre-show jitters maybe?” Kyonia asked, softening their tone. It wasn't unusual for Mirage to be a bit shy now and again, but for the most part they loved performing. “It’s just that- well…um, you see… I um…” Mirage tapered off, clearly frustrated at their own inability to articulate their feelings. “Its ok bud! Take your time. If somethings upsetting you, me and Quinn wanna help!” Kyn reassured the bot. Taking a moment to gather themselves, Mirage began again. “Well you see luv, Ery really wanted to be here and watch… b-but she’s not part’o the act y'know. And I-i don’t want her to get hurt or nuffin backstage so I had to leave her in my room. But now I’m thinkin she might get lonely wiffout me…”. Kyn took some time to take in all that Mirage had said. They knew it took a lot for Mirage to feel comfortable sharing something like this so they took a second to respond, delicately they replied, “Don’t worry M! I’m sure she understands, you can’t be everywhere at once. Besides, she has Pierrot and Colombina to keep her company!” The Jester seemed unconvinced for a bit until Kyn added, “Oh! I’m pretty sure one of the techies is gonna record the whole show for one of our new advertisements! I can get you a copy and you can show Ery then!” At this the bot perked up, “I’m sure she’d love to see that! Thanks a bunch luv!” Mirage smiled brightly before being called over by Quinn for their check. Now if they could just find Zavy… “Hey best friend!” Chimed a jubilant voice as Kynonia was quite literally swept off their feet. “Woah! Warn me next time bud!” Kyn chuckled as the darn near 10ft robot twirled them around. The lanky bot finally set Kyn down, giving them a chance to look at the costume Zavy had on. It was a truly beautiful display of color, beginning with a black based suit coat splattered with a vivid mixture of neon pinks and purples with an orange dress shirt underneath. In place of his conical clown hat was a small decorated top hat; hot glued to a sequined headband. He had bracelets with various voodoo-like charms and a necklace to match as well as vibrant face paint meant to resemble a calavera. “So how do I look?” Zavy remarked smugly as he struck a pose. Kyn chuckled, Zavy was such a goofball but he was their goofball. “So are you gonna stay and watch the show? Quinn said it was your first time and I’m so so SO excited for you to see me out there!” Zavy shared, doing excited stims with his bottom set of hands. “Dee and Helia are in the crowd, but me and Quinn are gonna be in the wings in case you need us. Don’t worry though we’ll still be able to watch!” Kyonia explained before being approached by Quinn. “Ready for final checks Zav?” Quinn cut in while prepping his tools. “You know it!” Zavy practically sang, somewhat bouncing on his heels. Quinton gave Zavy a fairly quick check while chatting with Kyonia and the other bots. “...Too bad Mirage’s costume has to burn off. I thought it was really cute.” Quinn thought out loud while giving Zavy his final once over. “What was that best friend?” Zavy questioned practically doing a 180 to face Quinton. (Who was working from the back)
“You didn't know? Mirage is doing Diabolo fuega. Their costume burning off is part of the act.” Quinn stated quizzically. Zavy’s eyes darted around the room scanning for the others' reactions, trying to hide the anxiety that plagued his sensory system. He stemmed anxiously as he forced the words, “No… I-I did Not know that… Cool!” He chuckled nervously, Quinn and the others didn’t seem to notice but as Quinn began to move towards one of the sets to ensure that everything was in tiptop shape, Kyn pulled Zavy to the corner of the room.``Zavy, is everything ok? You seem tense, what’s wrong?''They whispered while rubbing the back of his hand with their thumb. “O-oh, N-nothing’s wrong best friend, nothing's wrong at all, everything's fine… just fine! I’m ok.”He laughed nervously. Kyn wasn’t satisfied with that answer but their time was up. “OK PEOPLE WE ARE GOING ON IN 2 MINUTES, 2 MINUTES!” Quinn yelled from somewhere in the mess of people. “Welp! Looks like I have to go get ready!” Zavy squeaked, “See you after the show!” He said pulling away, quite obviously trying to escape the topic, but before he could get too far Kyn had grabbed him by the wrist, “I know something is up,” they pronounced, loosening their grip as they held his hand with their’s, “just… sigh…I just need you to know that if something starts going wrong,” they tightened their grip a bit, “you can come off stage… just be safe.” They finished, letting go of his hand. Zavy, a bit taken aback, opened his mouth to say something, but before he could Quinn yelled, “1 MINUTE FOLKS, WE GO ON IN 1 MINUTE!” Zavy started moving away but before he left he turned and responded, “I’ll tell you later, I promise.” He disappeared as he ran to get into position for the show. Kyn took a deep exhale and went to go find Quinn. “There you are!” they turned to find Quinn heading straight for them. “I’ve been looking for you! Come one we gotta go!” He whisper-yelled running for the wing Mirage was in. Kyn ran to follow, still worried for the bot, wondering what had made him so anxious. As they got to the wing they and Quinn were in charge of, Quinn asked, “What were you doing over there?” Kyonia took a minute to contemplate telling him, when they finally decided to say, “Something is going on with Zavy. I’m not sure what it is but something is up.” “Is he ok to do the show today?” Quinn questioned readying his walkie-talkie. “I’m sure he can, but pay attention just in case please.” “Yeah of course, should I call it in so the others can watch as well?” “ No… I’m sure it’ll be fine… just… I wanted to let you know in case anything goes wrong… you shouldn’t be in the dark about that at the least.” “Ok”, Quinn said sliding his walkie-talkie back on his belt. “Thanks for telling me, I’ll keep an eye out!” He walked away to talk to the light crew and as he did the lights dimmed and the amphitheater roared as Zavy and Mirage stepped on stage. Kyn knew this night was big when it came to company funding. They just hoped that whatever happened out there, that Zavy would be ok.
#star palace#clownblr#mirage#zavy#fairy floss#fanfic#my ocs lol#i’m a mirage simp#Glynn’s Oc#Star Palace belongs to @MoonBunnies on Twitter and YouTube#An Unlikely Duet#cliffhanger#shenanigans#ery
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Ok, gender, here's some here's some oc emoji asks
🔥, 💥, 💧, 💔, 🙈, 🙉 Cassi for uhm no apparent reason haha
🌌, 📎, 🍀Serpa
🕷️, 😭 Athens
got it, only PEPN member I’m not married to
CASSI
🔥 Self destructive habits? - Cassi, a lot of the time, can seem like and usually is a bitch that doesn’t really care about your average person, and while they shrug it off 99% of the time, the fact that they know their very hatable kinda nibbles on the vibe, y’know?
But besides that, she doesn’t really do anything to negatively affect herself. Despite doing a few bad things here and there, the worst habit she constantly has is eating fine China and having grudges against nearly all other beings of her strength for one reason or another
💥 Emotions they have trouble with? - Cassi doesn’t really have much trouble with her emotions, BUT she does have trouble with her feelings with Adm. Fanto, with it being kinda awkward that she’s a godly being that is dating a short little jellyfish man. But besides that, she’s usually able to deal with her feelings one way or another, either problem dumping on Fanto or just ignoring them until they go away
💧Random angst headcanon - I have no idea what to put here, like, Cassi doesn’t really have anything ANGSTY to write about. I guess she like. Kinda beloved Fanto would leave her but like. That’s it
💔 what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart? - Cassi would be ruined if their partner just…. started ignoring them. She can be okay with them living their own life and stuff, but after a while of them refusing doing stuff with her, she’ll start getting a bit upset about it. After being ignored for a while, they’d go back to their normal self, but behind the scenes, they’re still pining and searching for their partners attention.
🙈 What side of themselves do they not show to other people? - Cassi doesn’t show it often at all, but she occasionally goes to worlds in tragedy and going through apocalyptic events, and watches and laughs while an entire universe of innocent individuals are snuffed out, like a single pixel going black on an infinity large screen. (Flashback to the “She deserves an Oscar for that” joke, I think that’s the only time she’s ever shown herself engaging in that pastime in front of others)
🙉 what is the worse thing they could hear from someone? - “your mom” I have no clue, lmao, yeah, uhhh, just something mean and she’ll either overreact or just laugh at you
The one that smokes (Serpa)
🌌 Character Inspiration - I already knew I wanted a character with the main focus being a big ‘ol eye, and I came up with the idea of it being hidden behind a TV screen, similar to a Mimic. Originally, Serpa was gonna be more mechanical and medical based, but I just so happened to be playing RoR2 at the time of Serpa’s creation, which has a character that is a plant and robot in a symbiotic relationship. I though, “hey, plant tech character”, and soon enough, the basis for what would become Serpa began
📎 Random Fact - originally, Serpa was gonna go by She/Her pronouns, before I realized “it’s a eye covered in vines inside a TV screen, why does it need a gender?”, and then I They/Them’d them
🍀 Do they believe in luck? Are they lucky? - They don’t believe in luck, and I’m willing to bet their luck is pretty 50/50
The one the lights what Serpa smokes (Athens)
🕷 Biggest Fears - Athen sorta fears isolation, not from other organisms, but just in general. being tied to their spine-blade has caused there to be moments in time where they’re just left in the ground or hidden away somewhere where they can be stuck and sentient for extended amounts of time, and it isn’t a very good time for him
😭 What makes them cry - Ignoring the fact their head is made of flames, so they can’t physically cry, nothing physical can do the trick. Every time this bitch takes over a new body, he has to experience its nervous system fry and boil from his own heat causing his blood to become super fucking hot, literally charing his brand new body charcoal black, making him slightly brittle, and leaving all his new pain receptors already burnt to the point they no longer function. Athens gains a little bit of the identity of the every person he’s ever taken over, basically making him slightly change for every body they take, so if he were to take over the body of someone who was horribly depressed or traumatized, it could possibly force him to “cry” because of the new bits of personality he’s obtained. Besides that, good fucking luck making him naturally tear up, you’ll need it.
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Y’know, I’ve recently realized if anyone were to look at this blog, they’d only be able to figure out how Cassi looks, because Cassi is the only one I’ve posted an image of, and it’s on fucking Fanto’s tumblr
I think that’s kinda funny
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Chapter 7 - Undercover In The Red Ribbon Army!
Our heroes are underway to be enrolled into the Red Ribbon Army. They look at their competition, Men and women of bulking sizes and appearance, as they look down upon our adventurers. They take a written aptitude test, followed by running for endurance, shooting, climbing, among others. They both receive their respective branch locations. Maze gets into the medical department. While Cliver got into…custodian duty. “They must’ve not been impressed by your swordsmanship.” Maze says apologetically while Cliver looks upset. “But that’s good right? You’ll have more range to check the area.” Maze tells Cliver enthusiastically. “Yeah, I know… but still I expected something higher.” Cliver says disappointed. They begin working in their respective areas. Maze is given a more advanced medical training. While Cliver cleans, wipes, and mops as he creates a mental map. At night, he begins to create a detailed ledger for all the important notes for the heist: Patrol routes, escape exits, notable locations, and possible locations of the Dragon Balls.
Meanwhile, Maze is working on the medical ward until he sees Cliver subtly beckoning him. Maze tells the others that he needs to go to the bathroom and leaves the room. They come to the bathroom to discuss, as Cliver puts a “Under Maintenance'' sign on the restroom’s door. “So, it seems that the best place is that tower on sector 8. All I need is to figure out the password.” Cliver explains. “What if we try “Dr4g0n B4llz”?” Maze asks. “No. I really don’t think so. I’m gonna try to sneak into the boss's office, then we’ll meet tomorrow in sector 8 at noon.” replies Cliver.
Cliver goes into the office and opens it when he’s confronted by a guard that was patrolling. “Hey! What are you doing?” The guard asks. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m gonna clean up the place. What? You want the boss to get mad when he finds his place all dirty? Let me do my job.” Clivers tells determinately. “I don’t remember cleaning being done at this time.” The guard says confused. “Well if you have such a problem when I clean, report it to my boss. I got work to do.” Cliver says annoyed. “Uh, yeah… ok. Well I won’t waste your time then.” The guard says confused as he leaves. “People will believe anything if you say anything confidently.” Cliver thinks to himself. He goes in and begins searching for the password. He finds it in a not-so-hidden post-it Note with the numbers 22 555 2 222 55. “Huh, well that’s stupid.” He thinks. Suddenly, He hears the door being opened and quickly hides in a closet nearby. It’s General Black, accompanied by Colonel Silver, Colonel Violet, and Captain Yellow. “As I’ve already told you. Operation Godcatcher has been a success. With two key items already retrieved. As such, Operation Planerbuster will start, I will need you to mobilize all possible units to every city in the world. Our plans that have been 4 years in the making will finally come to fruition.” Black says the others salute their general in agreement with their leader. “I wonder what’s that about.” Cliver thinks to himself.
Meanwhile, Android 11 is preparing to order in a fast food burger joint they found in Central City. “So they just kill the animal for me if I give them these coins? That’s convenient.” She thinks. They pay with Zeni they “found” from a group of bandits. “This is some serious gourmet shit!” she screams as she eats the burger. “Maybe I should eat you and figure out how to make them myself.” she says as she points to the underpaid worker as she prepares her beam. “I didn’t make it, I just heated the frozen patties.” The worker says. “It’s precooked? Precooked…that’s fucking genius! You tell me you don’t have to do shit?! You just throw that shit in fire and it just works?!” Android 11 shouts. “Yeah? And could you please leave? You’re bothering the clients.” The worker tells the Android annoyed. “I need to get myself some of that precooked stuff, can I buy some with the Zenis?” Android asks. The worker sighs. “Yes but not here, go to a supermarket or something.” The worker says in the hopes they leave. “Uoh! You’re very wise. Thank you!” Android 11 says as she claps her hands together and leaves. “What a freak. What was that thing on?” the worker asks themselves. Android 11 tries to buy instant food from the supermarket but doesn’t have enough to do so. She thinks about killing the whole supermarket, but can’t since Dr. Gero programmed that she can’t kill anyone within the major cities unless approved to avoid attention and repercussions (Authors note: this would’ve also applied in the burger joint). “So I have to figure out a way to make money. Maybe I should go back and give him the dragon balls and ask for some money from Dr. Gero.” she thinks to herself and she flies away.
A day has passed, our heroes are taking their routes, waiting for the opportunity to slip by and go to sector 8. When suddenly, a blaring alarm goes off. “Shit, have we been found?” Cliver thinks, but quickly sees that everyone is looking outside to the sky. He tries to take a look, and sees three people flying in the air. A black Sicilian dragon, a green Sicilian dragon, and a girl with black long hair. Planes and flying cars are attacking them, turrets shooting on sight, but they are no match for this trio! The black dragon throws her dragon breath to the cars, disintegrating them. They can’t do any damage that can be easily shielded. The turtle Sicilian gets inside its shell and begins to rapidly spin towards the turrets, easily destroying them. The Headquarters go into high alert. “This is perfect. This distraction will leave the Dragon Balls wide open for the taking.” Cliver thinks as he runs towards sector 8.
Kuwin, The black dragon, tells The Turtle Dragon, Beesup, to go search for the Dragon Balls while she and Night go negotiate with the leader of this army. They split up, flying away, destroying anyone that opposes them. Commander black is escorted quickly to the basement shelter. Kuwin and Night arrive at the huge Dragon Radar that the Red Ribbon Army has. “Is this where you track the Dragon Balls?” She asks as she pulls one out with seven stars on it. “Is this how you discovered our location? How interesting.” Don’t worry, I won’t have you killed like the rest of these vermin. You have some use for me after all. Night make sure to note to not destroy this. I mean if possible I would prefer to keep the whole base intact. But I can see that’s probably going to be difficult. Kill anyone that refuses to be our soldiers.” Kuwin says. Night nods as she begins walking around, killing with her bare fists anyone that refuses to surrender.
Meanwhile, our heroes have successfully opened the door amidst the panic. They go to the upper floor and see four dragon balls on a pedestal. “Four!?” they scream surprised. “My brother, we just hit the Jackpot.” Cliver says to maze. They attempt to grab them. But before they can, another person enters the room. Beesup, the Sicilian dragon turtle!
It seems that another force is interested in the Dragon Balls, but only one of them will be able to collect all 7 and ask for their wish. Who will it be? And can our heroes defeat this powerful enemy?
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The boy next door
Part three: the night the cat cried.
Warning: mention of death, blood, sad. Sooo much sad. Upsetting.
~the museum~
Felix sighed and shimmed through the window of the museum. Landing on his feet and looked around the building, never really seeing any interesting things at the museum for him, old shit that never really interested him. Felix groans as he walked the hallways looking for the crown. ‘ get the crown and get out’ he thinks to himself, scanning the hallways, stealthy like, ‘vvvvvvrrrrrr,vvvvvvrrrrrrr’ flex phone vibrated in his pocket and he huffed. “ I swear if this is kingpin I’m gonna strangle his stupid fat neck” Felix mutters to himself, yanking his phone out of his pocket. “Mrs Parker?” He mutters and answers the phone. “ hello?” “ hi Felix I’m sorry to bug you so late, but have you seen Peter and Ben? They had a little fight and Peter stormed out and Ben went to look for him, what I’m trying to say that It’s getting late and I’m just a little worried” May stated, Felix can hear how stress May is, he sighs and looks around the museum, hopefully no guards were around to catch him on this call. “ I can look around for them Mrs Parker, just let me get dressed and I’ll be ready in a bit” Felix reassure her and he heard a sigh of relief from May. “ thank you Felix, just let me know when you find them ok? Bye bye” ‘click’. Felix shoves his phone back into his pocket and leaves the museum. What kingpin doesn’t know won’t kill him, hopefully he doesn’t straight murder Felix. ~few hours later~
“Hey stop that man!” The convenience store employee shouts. Felix sighs. ‘Petty robber’ he thought shoving his hand in his pockets, it’s very cold, good thing he took his mask off before he started his quest for the Parker boys, doesn’t really wanna get arrested any time soon,mom would be so mad. Felix spots Ben from a far,the robber ran through the crowd of people while Ben stepped infront of him attempting to stop him, making them both fall to the ground, something slid from the robber, Felix couldn’t make out the object but clearly it wasn’t good. Felix’s feet carried him faster. ‘ no no no no no no’ Felix thought, he knew what was gonna happen, he’s seen this scene play out before, he ran faster until he heard it. The shot.. Felix heart dropped, just as Ben dropped, Felix ran closer and dropped to his knees hard, he wasn’t worried about his knees at the point but he’ll feel it in the morning for sure, griping onto Ben and pulling into his lap, mr Parker felt cold. “ mr Parker?!? Stay with me! Please mr Parker just hold on! We’re gonna get you help. SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE! Come on, Mr Parker stay with me it’s gonna be ok, you’re gonna be ok mr Parker.” Felix frantically pushes on Bens wound to stop the bleeding,Peter heard the screaming and panicked, looking over on the other side of the street, the white tuff of Felix caught his eye, and uncle Ben, being held onto by Felix, bleeding out. “ UNCLE BEN!!” Peter shouts and rushes over. “ call an ambulance Peter!” Felix shouts at him, his hands covered in blood, Felix knew that uncle Ben wasn’t gonna make it. “ come on come on” Peter mutters, sniffing, his eyes never leaving his uncle and best friend, praying,hoping, basically begging, for someone, anyone to save Ben. But no one came.
~aunt Mays house~
Felix sat on the steps, while the cops talked to Peter and May. He sat there and stared out into the street. Felix’s face stained with tears, and blood, after wiping his tears away. Felicia walked the side walk to their house and panicked when seeing the sirens. Dropping her bag and rushing over, her eyes fell on Felix, bloody, her motherly instinct kicking in, she rushes over and held him tightly. “ what happened? Are you alright? Was it the hit? Oh my god Felix Im so sorry I shouldn’t have-“ Felix shook his head. “Not mine…” he mutters leaning his head onto his moms shoulder, letting out a loud sob, Felicia sighed out in relief, peaking into the Parker home. May looks so fragile, and Peter looks like he could be a ghost, so pale. Felix shutters and cry’s softly into his mothers shoulder. “ Felix I’ll be right back, I’m going to talk to May” Felicia rubs Felix’s back and walking into the house, Felix nods and let’s her go, letting out a shaken breath. Felix looked down at his hands, he should’ve been quicker, he should’ve been faster. Felix body shook, feeling rage, feeling sadness. Felix shoves his head into his knees and let’s put a sob, peter looks out the shattered door, watching Felix’s white hair stained with the blood from his hand, his shoulder slumped, Felix was shaking like a leaf. Peter was a broken man, and so was Felix. Peter and Felix both lost someone extremely important to them. He couldn’t stand Felix looking so defended. Peter wanted to comfort him so badly, Peter wanted to hold Felix, letting Felix cry out. Peter couldn’t move. Felicia smiled and gave may a quick hug, and then giving peter a sympathetic smile. “ I’m sorry for your lost peter, Felix and I had something similar happen to us, so we understand where coming from” “w-what?” Peter whispers, turning to face her, tearing his eyes away from the white haired boy sitting on the steps, Felicia nodded and gave a sad smile. “Yeah, it was Felix’s dad he got shot when he was about 4 maybe 5,right in the house, Felix couldn’t move, when I got home he was clinging onto him like he was never going to let go” the white haired woman told him, placing a loving hand on his shoulder, peter eyes started to water, blinking away the tears. ‘ that’s why he was screaming at me’ peter thought, tears streaming down his face. Felicia sighed and turned to May, “ call me if you need anything” may nods and waved goodbye, still shaken up after the news she just got, Felicia turned to peter and places a hand on his cheek. “ take care of your aunt, you’re all she has left Peter” she whispered, then pat his face softly, walking out of the house and collecting his son, Felix jumped at the touch of his mother, tears, sweat and blood stained his pale face, Felix bright hazel eyes looked lifeless, his smile faded, Peter has never seen him like this before. “ let’s head home Felix, get you in the shower then bed.” she whispered and he nods, glancing over his shoulder, giving a sad smile to Peter, a light wave, then he turned away and walked down the stairs, his mother gripping his shoulders tightly but sweetly.
~back home~
Felix stood in the bathroom, staring at his hair, it was stain red, he was shaking, he couldn’t cry anymore, all he could do was heave, almost everything hurts, he finally felt the pain in his knees, but it didn’t bother him, not as much as this. The face peter made burned into Felix’s memory. He never saw Peter look so broken before, his eyes red and puffy, just like Felix’s right now. Felix remembered that day, To a t. He saw his fathers bloody face, staring back in the mirror at him. Blue eyes, black hair, gray specks of hair. Felix’s fist grips the side of the sink, almost like he was gonna break it. ‘You let him die Felix’
‘Why didn’t you save me Felix’
“Shut up”
‘Your poor mother, she can’t love again’
“Stop!”
Felix slammed his hand into the mirror shattering it. His fist cut up, glass crashing to the ground as Felix stood there, huffing. He leans against the door, crying, sinking down to the floor and let it all out.
-flash back-
Felix sat on the couch, his wild white hair peaking out over the back of the couch, his legs dangled over the couch. “ daaadd! Can we get some pizza?” He yells out, turning around Peaking over the back of his couch. His dad smiles and laughs “ I’ll never understand your fascination with pizza, Felix, but I guess if it’s alright with your mom then it’s alright with me” his father pointed out. Just as he said it, his mother appears, like magic, as she comes out of the bedroom they shared, in a skin tight black dress and failing horrible to get the last stupid hoop earring in, silk like white hair put up in a long ponytail. “ what are my favorite boys talking about? Hopefully not something stupid.” she joked, finally putting her hand purse onto the counter, and pulling her hair out of the way. “ Jack, honey can you please zip my dress up, I believe I’m running late” she ask, Jack smiled putting the dishes down and rubbing his hands on the jeans he wore, as he stood up he hugged his beautiful wife from behind and kissed her cheek, then pulled the zipper upwards, zipping the back of her dress up. “ you, my dear, look like an angel” He mutters pressing another kiss on her cheek, holding Felicia close. Young Felix runs over into the kitchen, and smiles. “ where you going mom? A super duper secret mission? Like in 007! AH! Mom are you James Bond?” Felix bounced up and down in-front of his parents, earning a loving smile from both. “ Felix, have you been watching James Bond? Why? Goofy boy” his mother smiled releasing her husband and picking up their son. Felix laughed as Felicia smothers his face with kisses. she laughed as Felix try’s and wiggles out of her arms, Jack laughs, watching the scenes plays out. “ Felicia, if I was a betting man, which I’m not, but if I was, I would believe your loving boy is trying to wiggle out of your grasp” he commented, Felicia gasped dramatically, turning back to Jack. “ you think so? Oh no no no! That’s not good! Well I guess we’re just gonna have to hold him a little tighter so he doesn’t escape!” She laughs and squished her little boy, Jack smiles and hugs both of them tightly. “ moooommmmm!” Little Felix squeals and try’s getting out of Felicia grasp. “ you’re the only one that knows the only way to get out of this Felix” his father comments. Felix plants a kiss on his fathers face, then his mothers. “ all right all right! I guess you paid the kiss tax” Felicia groans and sets him down, and watches him runs off to his room to get his teddy bear,mr itty, out of his room ,and then runs back to the couch,belly flopping onto the couch. Felicia smiled and turns to Jack, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. “ I’ll be home later Jack. Please don’t do anything stupid” she jokes hugging Jack tightly, Jack let’s out a chuckle and places his chin on his loving wife’s head. “ wouldn’t dream of it, be safe on this hit though” he mutters into her hair. Remember the last time she wasn’t so careful. “I will dear, I gotta get going, I love you” she whispers into his shirt, Jack smiled “ I love you more, pretty lady” he smiles kissing her once more and releasing her, Felicia smiled and rushes over to the couch, pulled on her son’s shirt, pulling into a tight motherly hug. “ ohhhh my sweet sweet boy! Mommas gonna miss you soooo much!” She fake whines, kissing all over his face. “ please do not do anything ridiculous while I’m gone, SAME GOES FOR YOU JACK!” She looks behind her, Jack stood in the kitchen, hands up in the air. “ yes dear” he smiles jokingly putting the lighter down. She rolled her eyes, and giggles, walking to the door, grabbing her hand bag, and pulling her heels on and waving goodbye to the boys. “ pizza?” Felix asked hangs over the back of the couch, wagging his eyebrows. Jack smiles “ pizza” Jack said, picking up the phone and grabbing the phone and making the call. Trying his very best to calm down the very excited 4 year old, who is currently chanting ‘pizza over and over again, after
hanging up the phone and sitting on the couch with Felix, a few hours past by and a knocked on the door was heard. Jack groaned getting off the couch and peaking through the little peak whole in door. A tall man in a gray suit, stood at the door, Jack opened it. “ May I, Um. May I help you?” He spoke. Felix hung over the back of the couch, trying to catch a peak at what was happening. “ are you Jackson hardy?” The suit asked, Jack was confused, pulling the door open alittle more, thinking it was something he ordered and forgot about it. “ yeah? I’m jacks-“ BANG. Felix screamed and hid behind the couch. Hiding while his father dropped to the floor. Felix jumped off the couch and rushes over to his father, crying and holding his hand. “ dad? Dad get up! Please dad!” Felix begged,Shaking his father hard. Jack slowly lifted a hand and resting it on top of Felix white hair. “B-be g-good Felix” he whispers, and then let’s out a long sigh and drops his hand. Cold, the man that always protected Felix from monster, who put bandages on his scratches, who put him bed. Gone. Felix let out a gut turning scream, after a few hours the cops were there, trying to pull Felix off of Jack. “ NO. THATS MY DAD! DONT TAKE MY DAD AWAY!” He screamed. Felicia made it home,tipping the cab and waving goodbye, then stopping in her tracks, cop lights everywhere, in front of her home, she rushed in, her heart slammed against her chest, pushing past the crowd, spotting what happened, Jack, pale, cold, lifeless. And Felix, screaming bloody murder at the cops, clinging to his fathers body, Felicia’s husband, crying and screaming, his Snow White hair stained a deep red. “ no, no,no,” she wipes the tears from her eyes and rushes in. “ ma’am I’m sorry” one of the cops said. “Is my son ok?” She asked, gripping her clutch tightly. The cop nods and points to Felix, who’s face was buried into the chest of his father. “ he wouldn’t let go so we couldn’t take the body” the officer explained, Felicia nods and waved the cops away. This was the hardest moment in her life, comforting her child, who just witnessed the death of his own father. “Felix? Honey are you hurt” she kneels down, placing a soft hand on her son. “ m-mom?” He lifts his head. Felix’s released his father and cling to his mother. Crying into her dress. The cops swooped in and the family held each other close. Like it was the end of world.
-end of flashback-
Felix stood in the shower, watching the blood run down his chest, going down the drain. He felt tired, and heavy, after the shower he dries off, leaving the towel over his head, pulling on the boxers and the gun and roses black tee shirt on. Walking out of the bathroom, past the smashed bathroom mirror, shattered glass scattered. Felix wrapped his hand around in gauze. His sigh shaking out of his body, softly muttering, his hand now wrapped up and he shuffles to his bed, sitting down. Felix picked up a picture of his father that was on his dress and laid down, he head hit the soft pillow and the call of sleep beckoned him to sleep. He slowly closed his eyes and held his father close to his chest, falling asleep.
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off limits?
tw- fem reader, angst, swearing, lowercase intended, me sucking at writing
request- hello! i heard you wanted requests for kevin from mental lords so how about kevin falling in love with hunters sister and him confessing and how hunter feels about it. you absolutely don’t have to write this. thank you!
also yes hunter says “heay” at the end
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“no no riiiight here” y/n said taking hold of the brown haired boy’s index finger to the second fret of the a string, walking him through playing the b major cord. you play guitar and kev wanted to give it a try. needless to say- hes confused.
“hey.. HEY! tooooo close guys way too close!” your brother hunter yells, stomping down the stairs to the basement and pushes the two of you apart.
“relax dude we weren’t doing anything”
hunter always had one rule for all of his friends. one and that was all; siblings are off limits. pretty reasonable right? considering hunter doesnt have many friends, it was never a problem - or so he thought. kevin had always had a liking for y/n but in the past few months that liking had progressed to loving.
“i play guitar too you know. just ask me”
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a like months time skip brought to you by my sisters mud potion
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“i mean seriously kevin what is your deal?” you whisper yell despite the basement you two are in being soundproof.
kevin had been avoiding you for the past couple of months out of nowhere, leaving you upset and confused.
“i mean seriously, every time you come here it’s to hang out with hunter and you don’t even bother to look at me!”
“nothing! nothing is wrong i’m fine.”
“that’s not what i asked kevin”
every time you guys speak you both get louder and louder
“so why the hell are you ignoring me?!”
“because you make me want things i can’t fucking have!” he said louder than anything either of you had said throughout the entire argument.
“seriously kevin?”
no answer.
“kevin.”
no answer.
“whatever”
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another time skip brought to you by me and hannah being on ft
(i love hannah sosososooso much she’s the best so super sexy and cool)
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kevin nervously stands in front of the basment door of the sylvesters, the faint sound of hunter playing the guitar could be heard behind it.
“i can do it. i mean really it’s not that big of a deal.” kevin whispers to himself
once he forced himself into the basement he just stood there for a bit until hunter finished playing Aces High by Iron Maiden. kevin was hoping he would just move on to playing another song so that he could walk away.
“jesus christ kevin- do you plan on killing me?”
or not.
“uh- no actually. i wanna tell you something? or ask? i dont really know how to word it but i know you pro-”
“kevin shut up, slow down take a minute to think of how to word it. then tell me.”
after a few seconds of kevin thinking about it he desides to just go for it.
“ithinkiminlovewithy/n”
hunter drops his guitar out of his lap from the state of shock causing him to say nothing but a small
“shit”
a few minutes of the two musicians sitting in awkward silence and hunter still hasn’t said anything.
“soo uhhh-”
“y/n. as in my sister. y/n??”
“well yeah. why do you think i’m telling you this.”
“you know.”
those two words caused kevin to panic. ’is he gonna kick me out of the band?’ ‘is he gonna say we cant be friends anymore?’ the possibilities raced through his mind.
“anyone else i would’ve been really mad,” he paused for a moment
“but- i trust you enough for you guys to be okay”
“really?” kevin hopefully questions
hunter sighs before answering “really.” he confirms “go”
“....where?”
“go go go” hunter hurriedly rushed his best friend up the stairs to the small hallway
“go make a move i suppose”
“ok ok okayyy im going!”
kevin knocks gently on the door of y/n’s room, soon being followed by her swiftly opening the door.
“oh my god. what do you want”
“to apologise to you”
“for real?”
“mhm”
you stand there for a second before roling your eyes and walking away to your bed leaving you door open, kevin taking this as him being allowed to follow you. closing the door behind him he sits next to you flattening the black blanket underneath him. neither of you say anyhing the only sound being the slipknot song you were previously playing on your guitar. you and hunter had always had different music tastes. sure, both in an alternative scene but yours being more nu metal and emo than his.
“i wanted- no” kevin sighs, now not knowing how to word it to you. so instead, he went back to not saying anything.
“ok?” you pick your guitar back up continuing to try and play Vermillion.
kevin looked around your room, inspecting your poster covered walls. there was barely any actual wall visible, all of the paint covered with the likes of deftones, pierce the veil, silverstain, icon for hire, lamb of god, volbeat, kittie and so many more, half of which he had never even heard of.
once he noticed he’s just been sitting next to you doing nothing, he turns faceing your side sitting cris-crossed, causing you to stop playing.
“you gonna apologise anytime soon?” you asked harshly
“oh- yeah sorry. i’m sorry..... you wanna know why i was ignoring you? i love you. there. i love you and i was scared that i was starting to like my bestfriend’s sister. was ignoring you the solution? no. was it stupid? yes.”
after you didn’t say anything he started to panic. again.
“sooo here i am. not ignoring you. are we switching the roles now?”
not knowing what to say you turn around faceing him now you too siting cris-crossed. taking a shaky breath out you grab his shoulders pulling him closer to you, and you lean into a kiss. he was taken aback at first, but once he realised what was happening he kissed you back, moving his hands to your cheeks.
“oh shit. no… no” you suddenly pull away, panicking
“what?”
“hunter? what about hunter? you’re his best friend! i shouldn’t be kissing you!”
“no no its ok i spoke to him before coming up here. actually he kinda pushed me up here- not that i didnt wanna tel-”
“ok i get it just stop talking and-”
before you can finish you sentence you’re interrupted by hunter swinging open your door.
“heay!! i may have told you it was ok, but don’t be moving so damn fast!”
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— they walk in on their crush changing
includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki
warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing
a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!
( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )
bakugou katsuki:
listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all
but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye
he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too
so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone
and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled
although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa
“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing
after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device
“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits
and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear
bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert
so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him
“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake”
you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state
you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it
“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”
oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself
but he knows you’re still in your underwear
and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man
seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him
he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this
“just shut up and get dressed”
“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”
“put. something. on”
his tone annoys you
who the hell is he to tell you what to do?
“and what if i don’t want to?”
you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago
his patience is running out
and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?
if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out
but it’s you, his crush
you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush
“okay i'm dressed”
a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure
oh
you’re wearing his shirt
it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you
bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight
why are you so pretty?
“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”
you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on
normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed
“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”
“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”
he nods and you frown at his actions
sure bakugou can be quiet, when he��s not mad, but he looks rather…shy?
you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about
“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”
“the fuck are you talking about?”
“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”
he groans when you say that
anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall
your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks
he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own
“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”
well he’s not wrong soooo
you end up kissing after that✨
( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )
kirishima eijirou:
oh boy, this poor baby
he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty
ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima
because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment
and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done
but you wouldn’t answer his texts
spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute
anyways,,
he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door
it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in
you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima
“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”
his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do
so you stay frozen in your place
kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-
he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes
“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”
“kirishima,”
he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name
“yeah?”
“calm down”
after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild
you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass
but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin
he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis
meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon
he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up
you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder
“you can look now, kiri”
even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements
he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do
kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor
“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”
“kiri, i’m not mad at you”
“you’re not?”
“of course not, i know it was an accident”
well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset
“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”
it was a joke
supposed to be
but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets
a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that
“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you
he really is so sweet
he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him
how could you not be in love with him?
“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”
he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content
you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek
of course he blushes again
he’ll never get tired of your cuteness
or you in general
but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug
“the view was really nice by the way”
“kirishima!”
“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”
“you’re so stupid”
“stupidly in love with you that is”
he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that
and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed
yup, he’s head over heels for you
( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )
todoroki shouto:
out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it
sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not
but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it
simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two
so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would
you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together
and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you
unlike the other first years,
todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response
because he has manners, period.
“come on in!”
you said it was okay to come in
so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????
he wastes no time in closing his eyes
refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching
“um y/n?”
“yes?”
“what are you doing?”
“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up
was this amusing to you?
because he was seconds away from having a heart attack
however he doesn’t show it
instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin
key word: trying
because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane
he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that
but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???
“why do you have your eyes closed?”
“are you done changing”
“yeah”
when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix
now fully dressed
he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you
and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth
but he’s not
he’s actually almost completely stiff
and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches
you frown at his reaction
“are you okay?”
“yeah, why do you ask?”
“because you’re acting weird”
“am not”
“you are”
the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out
the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away
“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”
cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room
“i’m not embarrassed”
“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”
he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed
he’s so shy and cute🥺
“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”
your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said
except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally
the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt
“w-what are you doing?!”
“you said we need to be tied”
“todoroki, that was a joke!”
the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him
he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you
“now who’s being shy?”
“i- shut up and watch the movie”
( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )
midoriya izuku:
he would die
not literally duh
but he’d want to disappear right then and there
you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?
well yeah he’s like that
except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is
he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot
he literally just feels like he committed a crime
and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”
but he’s just upset with himself
you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework
and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help
so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you
even tho they’re not dates at all
but still
he loves them
especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you
and he does
because you deserve it
you work so hard and he admires you for that
ok BAcK to the point,,,
(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)
here’s the deal
midoriya knocks on your door right?
but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out
so he lets himself in
tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him
you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices
the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror
and you’re not wearing a bra
he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him
“izuku? what are you-”
“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”
“oh my god dude, would you relax?”
you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie
he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???
“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”
“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways
you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit
“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”
“b-but how are you so...calm?”
“uhh because i don’t really care?”
he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that
is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,
he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?
“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”
“what do you mean?”
you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”
he almost stops breathing
maybe he did for a few seconds
he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression
is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?
he doesn’t k n o w
neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze
“and i like you so it’s okay”
midoriya.exe has stopped working
someone PLEASE calm this boy down
he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness
“you do?!”
“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study
or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen
but that’s besides the point
( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )
tamaki amajiki:
sweet little baby
he faints :D
no but seriously
he does.
are we surprised?
nope, not at all
he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,
but after he saw you half naked?!
yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki
his body shuts down because he cannot handle it
nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school
which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything
of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no
he’s too shy
and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?
he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen
but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it
then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk
now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door
much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response
which he receives quickly
“who is it?”
“tamaki”
“ahh tama, let yourself in!”
he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door
he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something
but then he sees you
you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie
and then you jump to try and get it on
and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a b r a
long story short,
he falls to the floor :D
the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki’s unconscious body on the floor
“shit, tama are you okay?”
it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again
he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling
when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed
but you're nowhere to be seen
“thank god you’re awake”
your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap
“you really worried me!”
cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering
“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”
you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”
he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks
you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment
you smile down at him
“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”
“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”
butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words
“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”
he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers
which makes his heart speed up
“are you okay?”
his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever
“i am now”
he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better
“i’m glad”
“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”
and who is he to deny such request?
#bnha imagines#bnha headcanons#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha x reader#bnha oneshots#bnha fluff#bakugou x reader#kirishima x reader#todoroki x reader#midoriya x reader#tamaki x reader#mha imagines#mha fluff#mha headcanons#mha oneshots#bnha x reader#bakugou katsuki#kirishima eijiro#todoroki shouto#midoriya izuku#tamaki amajiki#bnha#mha
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