ugh look at your little face

Look at me (boyf riends)

jfc it’s done look it’s the boyf riends being dorks can you believe it what a shock. 

Alternative title: How These Morons Manage To Put Off Kissing Each Other For Three Pages Because They’re Nervous Wrecks. HTMTPOKEOFTPBTNW for short. Just rolls off the tongue honestly.


From the very first few days of the Squip being disabled it was clear Jeremy was far from okay. He still flinched sometimes when his voice cracked, or when he got “dramatic” as he himself put it. Michael found a lot of things concerning about Jeremy’s behavior that hadn’t been there before. How he would sometimes slouch slightly and then suddenly straighten up as though he’d been burned. How he got uncomfortable doing anything that could be deemed uncool. Michael couldn’t lie, that in particular hurt quite a bit. Asking Jeremy if they could continue playing Apocalypse of the Damned from where they’d left off and seeing him setting his jaw and clenching his fists as if he was steeling himself for something; that had stung. Michael had forgiven Jeremy practically the second an apology was out of his mouth but that didn’t mean things were perfectly okay between them. The months of being completely alone were still fresh in his mind. Michael had to keep reminding himself that Jeremy was a victim in this too, that was clear to anyone watching even if he wouldn’t flat out say what the Squip had done.

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Warnings: ya’ll already know by now that this is gon’ be the smuttiest shit you ever laid eyes on like hyfr if my mother saw this she’d probably never be able to look me in the ocular sockets again 

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Peter refused to stop. The vulgar comments, the improper touching, the suggestive looks, it was driving you completely insane.

The first time it happened, he was co-piloting in the cockpit with Rocket. You strolled in, asking the raccoon if you were almost to your next destination. Jesus, you were in need of some fresh air, for the ship itself felt too confining. Rocket reassured you that you’d all arrive soon, however, it came out more like, “Quit your whining, we’ll get there when we get there.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned on your heel and went to exit. All you wanted was to get away from this cramped vessel, was that too much to ask?

“Hey, stay and sit for a while,” Peter called, stopping you in your tracks. You swiveled around to see his usual shit-eating grin. “I got a special seat for you, right here,” he said, patting his thighs. It totally caught you off guard, for this was the first time he’d ever said anything like this to you. You’d caught him looking at you a couple of times, but he never treated you like the girls he courted at bars. And everyone knew what happened to them.

Having no clue how to react, you just turned and continued on your way, knowing he saw your face flush. You heard him laughing to himself as you made you rapid escape.

But that was only the beginning.

The next day, you had spent about 15 minutes trying to reach a book that had fallen behind your bunk. You were bent over the edge, trying to reach it as best you could. However, your arms were too short and you tried stretching, arching you back to elongate as best you could. The sleek pages just barely brushed against your fingertips and you almost had it until a voice made you nearly jump out of your skin.

“I gotta say, (Y/N), I really like you in this position,” it said, followed by a light smack to your ass. It was Peter. You scoffed at how ridiculous he was and stood up, getting right in his face.

“If you touch me like that again, I will not hesitate to cut off your hands and shove them

up your ass,” you threatened, anger heavy in your tone. His eyes widened for a split second, then he smirked at you.

“Anyone ever tell you how sexy you are when you’re mad?” he asked, leaning into you.

“Couldn’t you be doing something better than running your mouth?”

“Well, there’s a lot of other things I could be doing with my mouth…”

“Ugh, God,” you groaned, disgusted, pushing past him.

A little while later, you were sitting in front of the monitor reading some statistics when something was shoved in your face, blocking your view. Sitting back a little, you recognized it as the exact book you’d dropped behind your bed. Fingers were attached to the spine and your eyes trailed up the arm and saw Peter looking at you with a sly grin as if he’d just done you the biggest favor in the world.

“Thank you,” you muttered. Reaching for the book, he jerked it back close to him. You

got out of chair and went for it again. This time he held it high above your head, his arms longer than yours, which is probably how he got the book in the first place. “Peter, c’mon!”

“Ah ah ah,” he tsked. “You gotta do something for me first.” He tapped his index finger against his lips and puckered them slightly, indicating that he wanted a kiss. You rolled your eyes, but grabbed his leather jacket lapels and tugged him down to your slightly shorter level. You stared deep into his oceanic eyes. The closer you pulled him, and they fluttered closed and the more his body relaxed. Your lips barely brushed against his and he tried moving closer to break the barrier you were putting up, his arms dropping at his sides. That’s when you stole the book out of his grasp and backed away before your lips could actually make full contact. 

“Thanks again,” you hollered and walked out of the room leaving Quill dumbstruck.

The next few days were filled with petty remarks. Every little thing you did, Peter had something to say.

“Bet you taste just as sweet,” he’d say as you popped a piece of candy in your mouth, almost choking.

“I could give you a full-body massage, if you’d like,” he offered smugly as you rubbed your shoulders painfully after a mission.

“Your ass looks awesome today,” he muttered in your ear, giving your bottom a slight pinch at the same time.

“You know, if you really want to have some fraction of a chance with me, you might wanna try better compliments.” He nodded and cleared his throat, stepping closer to you.

“Your ass is looking particularly shapely on this fine evening. Better?” You rolled your eyes and walked away.

Another day passed, however, without innuendos. Not a peep from Quill and you thought maybe, just maybe, you could relax. But he wasn’t done with you yet.

“I’m taking a shower,” you’d said nonchalantly, already making your way to the bathroom. Literally no one else thought anything of it, but the moment the words reached his ears, he snickered and sauntered over to you. He cut in between you and the bathroom door, leaning on the frame and consequently blocking your access.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Yes, I actually do,” you replied intently. Once you actually got past him, Quill swiftly corned you against the bathroom wall and pressed himself right up on you. His arms were on either side of you, restricting any form of flee. Then, he inclined to whisper in your ear. You couldn’t deny that your body was getting a little warm as you felt his equally temperatured breath on your, suddenly very sensitive neck.

“C’mon, baby, what’s it gonna take for you to sit on my face?”

“Get out,” you tried saying sternly, but your own voice betrayed you and faltered. Your heart was beating fast and your breath had caught in your throat.

“Oh c’mon, you want me. I know you do. Just think about it; you in my lap, riding me for hours.” You stayed silent, the image actually forming in your mind. Heavy moans engulfing the two of you, your bodies melted into an intense embrace, his strong arms holding you as he’s hitting all the right places. You had to admit, it was desirable.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)? You’re awfully quiet now,” he began. His sultry tone made heat pool between your legs, slowing dissolving under his dominant demeanor. “I bet I can change that. Bet I can make you scream.” You instinctively licked your lips, your mouth becoming very dry. The area between him and the wall was getting smaller as you felt his lips barely graze against your earlobe, the contact pulling you out from under his spell.

“I said get out!” you shouted this time, regaining your voice. Feeling him smile against

your skin, Peter backed away and leisurely strolled out, knowing he’d gotten to you. The moment the door was closed behind him, you let out and sigh of relief and thanked God that you’d made it out of that one alive.

Another time, you’d just gotten back from a supply run with Drax and were carrying about 3 heavy, paper brown bags in each arm. While he undertook the weight of the hefty cargo with ease, your arms were sore and worn leading you to accidentally drop them. Food and toiletries scattered across the hard floor in all directions. You groaned, but kneeled down anyways and began retrieving the provisions.

“Fuck me,” you cursed yourself.

“I’d love to,” a voice claimed from above. Looking up, your face was at Peter’s crotch exact crotch level and you felt your face heat up. He raised his eyebrows suggestively and, for your benefit, you focused back on cleaning up your mess.

“Shut up.” He kneeled down and looked in your eyes, giving you that cocky grin that let you know he had more to say.

“Make me. I’d sure as hell enjoy it.” You tried to ignore him and finish picking up the items, but he was being childish and only knocked them out of your hands. Your limit was almost near.

“Quill, if you don’t stop, you’re really going to regret it,” you said in a warning tone. He laughed, only fueling your anger more.

“What are you gonna do? Spank me?” he tested. Your eyes shot daggers at him for making such an indecent implication. Crawling across the floor to get the other stuff, you ignored him as best you could. “Or,” he paused, feeling his wandering eyes bore into your ass, “would you rather me spank you?”

“I would rather you leave me alone,” you mimicked his tone. Waiting for another snide response, you whipped your head around and saw Peter was nowhere in sight. Shaking your head, you put the last of the items back into their bags and went to your bunk only to find him lying on your bed. It took about 20 minutes and hundreds of threats for him to leave.

It wasn’t that you found Quill unattractive, quite the opposite really. Of course you thought about him in a sexual way, who wouldn’t? He was damn fine. But he was your friend, that’s it. You prided yourself on not “succumbing to his pelvic sorcery”, as Gamora would say, no matter how hard it was. You’d rather fall down a flight of stairs than be part of his collection of one-night mistresses. Still, Peter seemed hell bent on making this difficult for you and it was gradually becoming so.

Two nights later, you all gathered around for an unusual family-like dinner and he, as expected, scooted his chair a little too closely to you. Rolling your eyes for what seemed like the millionth time, you continued on listening to Rocket and Drax debate fiercely on which knife was better for murdering people. Not the loveliest conversation to have while eating a meal, but you get used to discussions like this when you live with people like this 24/7. Although, your ears automatically drowned out everything else when something warm landed high on your upper thigh.

You glanced down to see none other than Quill’s hand locked on your leg, his thumb rubbing tiny circles in your leg. Trying to pull away, his hand actually kept you in place. His four other fingers dipped further between your thighs and you squeezed them together as to tell him to stop. He let his hand rest there for a little bit and you relaxed a little, for at least he was done for now.

“To be honest, I think a steel blade would- oh!” you gasped, but quickly disguised it with a cough. Peter’s hand had now reached your core and you felt the heat of it through your pants. He began massaging slowly, adding a small amount of pressure to your lower stomach. You cleared your throat and thought about speaking once more, but you knew only provocative noises would escape and kept your mouth shut. He pressed a little harder and caused you to hum, keeping his movements to a minimum so no one would notice him. By the way, how was no one seeing this?!

“Are you feeling alright? Your face is quite pink,” Drax commented, completely oblivious to what was really going on. Peter smirked and looked at you.

“Yeah, (Y/N), are you okay?” he asked innocently, obviously trying to hide a smile. You scowled at him, boiling over with rage.

“I’m fine. I just don’t feel well,” you gritted through your teeth. Everyone else just shrugged and continued on with the conversation without you. Digging your nails into his forearm, he winced a little but kept his dirty paw in place. You just prayed everyone would finish eating soon so you could leave without making an awkward exit. That’s when Peter sneakily popped open the button of your pants. You looked at him, begging him with your eyes to stop to which he just ignored your pleas and placed his hand back on your thigh.  Inhaling slowly, you kept as calm as you could for the sake of not embarrassing yourself in front of the others. However, you stopped caring when he tried slipping his hand down your pants. His fingertips made it right under the waistband of your underwear when you pulled down your shirt and shot out of your seat. Everyone was caught off guard at your rapid actions.

“I feel sick, I’m gonna go lie down,” you announced, your voice a lot louder than you anticipated. You didn’t look at Peter’s face before you left, but you knew he was grinning to himself.

While they finished dinner, you decided to take a shower. Luckily, you made it back to your bunk without any sight of Quill. You tried reading your book once more but your moment of peace was quickly disturbed by a presence once more. Assuming it was him, you instantly snapped.

“WHAT?!” It was actually Rocket, holding his hands up in defense as if you were holding a gun to his face. “Sorry, I thought you were Quill.”

“Yeah,” he said hesitantly, “anyways, we’re going out. Do you wanna come or are you still feeling sick?” They way he said ‘sick’ implied that he didn’t believe it for a second.

“I’m gonna stay back, but thanks.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed knowingly. A little while later, Peter knocked on the frame of your door.

“I came to check on you,” he said casually. You ignored him, still mad at him for the whole dinner fiasco. “Seemed a little flustered back there, (Y/N).”

“Leave me alone,” you ordered, getting up and striding for the door. He trapped you again, pushing you against the wall before you could even make it to the actual door itself. Each of his palms were on the other side of your shoulders and he was a little too close to you, invading your personal space once again. You crossed your arms and looked at anywhere other than his eyes. You knew you’d get out of this, some way or another, so might as well just let him play his little game.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that you absolutely, positively do not want this,” he demanded. While you were able to follow the first set of directions, the words wouldn’t leave your mouth as if they were physically stuck in the back of your throat. God, you couldn’t deny that deep down you did get some form of pleasure from the looks he gave you and the dirty comments that rolled so easily off his tongue. His tongue. Dear Lord, this wasn’t going to end well. “I’m waiting…”

You still didn’t say anything and that’s when the corner of his mouth turned up in a sly smile. Peter chuckled darkly and you turned your head away from him, mortified with yourself. In reply, however, you felt his lips on your neck. An unexpected moan escaped your lips and he used his knee to open your legs a little. His teeth sunk into your neck and you clasped your arms around him. It hurt for a quick moment before he ran his tongue over the bite, soothing the pain. Quill’s hand moved to your waist, rubbing tiny circles with his finger into your hipbone. He kissed all the way down you jaw and cheek to your mouth to pull you into a searing kiss. It completely took your breath away and only added to the dampness between your legs. He pulled away and looked you in the eyes.

“I need to hear you say you want this,” he said, his voice in a much lighter tone than before. Even the lust in his eyes were replaced with something softer. And then it hit you; no matter how much of a pig he was, he still cared.

“Peter, I want this.”

“Are you sure? Because I don’t want you to feel like-”

“You talk way too much for your own good,” you silenced him. There was a sudden grab to your ass, causing you to gasp. Peter took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. It entangled with your own in a dance for dominance to which he rapidly took the lead.

Undoing your pants for the second time tonight, Peter’s hand glided into your soaked panties. He laughed to himself when he felt how turned on you were. He ran his fingers back and forth against your slick folds then massage your clit. The sensation made your knees weak and your mind clouded. You broke the kiss, throwing your head back against the wall. It was just the kind of friction you were desperate for.

“My my my, (Y/N), who are you so wet for?” Peter asked purely. You moaned at the sound of his voice and he suddenly stopped, but kept his hand in place. “I asked you a question.”

“You,” you whimpered softly, your eyes screwing shut.

“Mmm, that’s right.” He removed his hand and you whimpered at the loss of contact, but he made up for it with another kiss. Peter had the upper hand in this situation and was now directing you away from the wall and to your bed. During your wobbly dance back to the bed, both of your shirts were lazily tossed onto the floor. You reveled in his amazing physique as he cupped your breasts.

He was the first to make it to the bed and lied down, breaking away from you for a split second only to quickly pull you on top of him. The two of you groaned simultaneously as you sat on his stiff groin. You leaned down against his firm torso and kissed his neck, dishing out the same treatment you received earlier. Sucking on the skin right where his pulse was, he sighed. You smiled against him and repeated the action, getting the same reaction from before. One of his hands was resting on your bottom as the other one trailed up the curve of your back to snap your bra open. The garment was tossed onto the messy pile on the floor and he flipped you position so that now you felt the light pressure of the mattress against your back.

Peter laid kisses and bites down your body, stopping momentarily to ravage your breasts pleasantly, and eventually ripped your pants off for good. His lips traced circles on your hip bone that caused goosebumps to erupt all over your skin.Then he forcibly spread your legs, fingers digging into your thighs hungrily. Your heart rate picked up in anticipation for what was about to happen. He nipped and licked at your inner thighs, watching your face though his dark and lustful eyes. He sucked on the tender skin, leaving dark marks in his wake. You exhaled content sighs yet inhaled sharply when he flicked his tongue against your wetness a single time. It was just enough to make you moan, but not enough to feed your insatiable hunger.

“Tell me how bad you want me to eat your pussy,” he ordered.

“God, Peter, I want you to eat my pussy so badly right now,” you practically begged, “Please.”

He chuckled darkly and went to work. He licked patterns and sucked on just the right areas. His tongue as perfect against your aching core and he had to hold your hips down roughly to keep your from wiggling too much. You tugged at his hair, your fingers intertwined with his short locks. When he focused on your clit, your back arched off the sheets. He pumped in two fingers and it was too much pressure to handle at once. The familiar tightening of your lower stomach let you know you were almost there.

“Peter, I’m gonna-“

“Nope, not yet.” He detached himself from you completely and crawled up your body to lay wet, sloppy kisses on your collarbone and neck. You had one hand still tangled in his hair and the other latched onto his shoulder.

“You’re horrible,” you panted, trying to get your breathing back to normal.

“You love me,” he said between kisses along your jaw. You grinned and laughed a little as his facial hair tickled against your skin.

Peter got up and sat on his knees, undoing his pants. You watched carefully, biting your lips as his fingers did the intricate work. Soon, his pants and underwear were gone and you stared at his package, desperately hungry for his thick cock.

Eagerly, you spread your legs for him and ignored his arrogant smirk. Quill kissed your knee as he moved up your body, sliding himself into your innermost parts. You let out a soft cry and a more animistic rumble erupted from his chest.

His thrust were agonizingly slow at first, forcing you to beg him to fuck you.

“You want me to fuck you like this?” his voice as pure as a little boy in Sunday School. His hips moved even slower than before and you couldn’t take it.

“No,” you whined breathily. “Fuck me fast and fuck me hard.”

Then he slammed into and you gasped at the wonderful roughness. Over and over again, until that coil within you twisted tighter and tighter, that special spot being repeatedly hit with each stroke.

“I wanna hear you say my name,” Peter growled into the crook of your neck. You did so, moaning his name loud  enough for it to echo through the ship as you came.

It was dizzying, your mind almost disconnecting from your body for a moment. A warmth flooded through your veins as he came too, grunting a cuss through his teeth.

Peter landed on the bed next to you, chest rising and falling slowly. Your legs felt like jelly and your ran your fingers through your hair, knowing it was a mess. After a minute or so of quietness, you felt your body being pulled.

“Get over here,” Quill demanded playfully, moving you into the encasing of his arms.

“Who knew ladies’ man, Peter Quill, was a ‘cuddler’? I would’ve pegged you more of a hit-and-run kind of guy,” you teased, letting your own arm rest on his chest.

“Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper whilst brushing his lips against the shell of your ear. “Lucky for you, I only cuddle the ones I like.”

RFA Reaction to cuddling at MCs place while Family/Roommates are there

So basically this is my HC for the RFA I need to start doing Minor Trio with Baeran dammit me going to MCs place for the first time and trying to cuddle/other but the catch is MC lives with family/roomies.

Some are just fluffy. Some get smutty. *cough* Zen and Jumin *cough*

Yoosung

  • Your room?? Alone?? I-Is that okay??
  • “Yoosung, we’ve hung at before…”
  • “Yeah at my place where it was just us…Is…Is your family ok with this?”
  • “Yoosung I’m a legal adult. I have been. We both are.”
  • “O-Okay.”
  • You’re sitting in your bed cuddling, playing video games. You get a little handsy. A slight blush rises in his cheeks and he pretends not to notice as he keeps playing his level.
  • But your hand rests at the hem of his shirt, and sloooowwwlllly lifts it up, letting your fingers softly trace up and down his sides
  • Blush intensifies “MC..?? You feelin cuddly?”
  • “Maaaybe” You nuzzle into the crook of his arm as he puts it around you.
  • You are not satisfied. More snuggles. More.
  • You throw one leg over him, latching onto him like a Koala.
  • It was pretty innocent, but Yoosung imagining your parents or sibling walking in and seeing you tangled up just made him so flustered. ‘If I keep playing my game, even if someone sees us they’ll no nothing was happen-’
  • You crane your neck and plant a soft kiss on his 
  • YOOSUNG NO WORK NOPE NADA IT’S OVER
  • This boy can’t keep a poker face. You know you’ve got him. You casually take his DS out of his hands, save the progress, and close it.
  • Yoosung is just wide eyed staring at the ceiling, lips pursed and shaking juuuust a little bit. His hand still in the position as if he was still holding his DS up. He is too shook
  • So you make the move, throw your arm over his chest and start kissing his neck again.
  • “MC are you sure?”
  • “We’re not gonna go crazy…I mean. Probably not.” And you start leaving a couple soon-to-be hickeys on him.
  • ‘Oh what the hell’ Yoosung gives up. He likes you too much.
  • He takes your hand in his and interlaces your fingers with his
  • Turns his head to yours
  • So many kisses. He starts pressing his lips to yours, it’s deep but still soft.
  • You guys just keep it up for a while. Snuggles, kisses, the occasional grope.
  • It gets late into the night and Yoosung figures he should get going.
  • You walk him to the door and he gives you a kiss goodnight.
  • You promise to hang out at his place next time so he’s not as nervous.

Jaehee

  • She thinks your roommates are lovely. They like her too, think she’s kind of stoic, but like her none the less.
  • You two go up to your room. She sits on your bed, no second thoughts about your roommates or anything. Why would they come in? And even then Jaehee’s sure you’re not ballsy enough to try anything crazy with people in the house
  • You guys arent quiet enough for that
  • You sit next to her and put on one of Zen’s shows. You start off side by side but soon end up spooning.
  • You guys have watched these movies so many times you know all the lines, so whenever Zen goes to deliver a really sexy line, you beat him to it and whisper it in Jaehee’s ear.
  • She giggles and it’s so fkn cute. Ugh.
  • You get a little restless at one point. You run your hand down her side, admiring her curves.
  • And sloooowly back up. Your fingers brush exposed skin and her spine straightens a bit.
  • “MC…” She chuckles
  • You two start kissing. It’s sweet and slow. You don’t go very far, because you’re both just feeling more cuddly than lusty. Lusty isn’t a word but shut up
  • Eventually the movie is over. You walk her out to her car. You go to give her a quick peck goodnight, but she cups your face and holds it there for a good minute. You melt a little and put your hands over hers. She’s too cute.
  • You watch as her car pulls out of the driveway. A small smile on your lips.
  • Your roomate opens the front door “Hey, you gonna stand here and think about that steamy ass kiss or come inside already?”

Zen

  • He knocks at the door and your roommate opens it.
  • “Holy shit MC your hot ass celebrity boyfriend is here” They yell up the stairs (it’s me. I’m one of your obnoxious roommates.)
  • You come down the stairs “Babe! Hey! Sorry I didn’t get the door I-”
  • “No worries, Angel” And he planted a quick peck on your lips. You heard your roommates snicker as they set the table for food.
  • After you all ate, you and Zen slipped into your room. You expected immediate cuddles and kisses but
  • He just sat at your desk and looked around
  • “Uh, Babe, you can come sit on the bed” You patted the spot next to you
  • But Mc…… T H E B E A S T
  • It could appear at any moment.
  • I’ll take my chances just get over here you egg.
  • So he joins you on the bed. Slowly he sinks into the spot next to you, as if a quick movement might rattle the cage of THE BEAST
  • You turn on your music and start chatting. Eventually ending with Zen’s head in your lap as you play with his hair and he stares at your face with endearment cause he’s just so in love with how focused you look as you braid his hair and chat.
  • So endeared he doesn’t hear you muttering about cutting off the rat tail
  • Soon the braid is done and there’s nothing to occupy your hands while you guys talk.
  • They start off at Zen’s face. Tracing his cheekbones and jawline.
  • “MC…what are you doing?” He chuckles
  • “Just touching you”
  • MC Phrasing please
  • Then your hands trace the tendons in his neck to the well toned muscles on his shoulders. His shirt color tries to get in the way but you just snake your hands underneath.
  • His eyebrow twitches
  • MC please he is using all of his self control right now.
  • You lean over, giving your arms more reach farther into his shirt, your fingertips brush the beginning of your lovers V line. Haha V line. V. Hah you can only think about V whenever you see Zen’s V line now
  • Your intention was to get your face inches from Zen, not touch his hips. That was just added bonus
  • His breath gets a little heavy and husky, brushing your lips which are only about an inch away.
  • You very slowly, and I mean very slowly, lean in to close the gap. Your eyes half lidded while Zen’s are wide af.
  • The second your lips touch Zen jumps up. Well he tries. WIth your hands in his shirt and face above his you both get a little tangled for a second but his feet find the floor and he turns so he’s facing away from you.
  • “Hyun? You ok?”
  • “ I just…. Ugh. If we kiss like that again I don’t think I’ll be able to help myself, Princ-”
  • “So don’t.”
  • He turns his head, a look of shock in his eyes. “What?”
  • “So. Don’t.” You grin. “Don’t help yourself”
  • “But your roommates are-”
  • You turn your radio volume even higher, a smug look on your face.
  • His voice dropped so low you thought it was a new person. “Are you sure you want to?”
  • You got up and pulled him close, pressing your bodies together. “Positive”
  • HOOOOOO BOY
  • I WONDER IF THE MUSIC COVERED THE SOUND OF HIM SLAMMING YOU DOWN ON THAT BED
  • Music: High
  • Kisses: Heavy
  • Beast: Unleashed.
  • You guys weren’t used to having to be quiet. Zen wasn’t sure how to feel about you not screaming his name. But it was a fun little challenge for the both of you. It made things interesting, added the element of getting caught.
  • Eventually you guys were left panting and just laying side by side.
  • He glanced at the clock.
  • “Oh shit My Love, I’m sorry to eat and run but it’s getting late and I have morning rehearsal.” He hopped out of bed and started pulling his clothes on.
  • “I understand Babe” You threw a shirt and sweatpants on and walked him downstairs, where your roommates were still awake watching a movie.
  • Zen cast a nervous glance towards them, but covered it as soon as they looked in your direction.
  • “It was nice meeting you!” He waved to them.
  • “You too!” They both chimed and waved back.
  • Zen turned to you, gave you a kiss goodnight, and walked out to his car.
  • You shut the front door, and as soon as you did
  • “Wow. Your bed is really squeaky huh?
  • “Wha-” A blush spray paints your cheeks bright red
  • “Celebrity sex scandaaaaaal” The other one sings.
  • “We didn’t-” You tried.
  • “MC….your shirts backwards” They winked.
  • You looked down and sure as shit you were looking at the back of your shirt. Welp. RIP.


Jumin

  • You were a little nervous for Jumin to come over and meet your roommates.
  • More often than not they were those ruthless Jokester friends. They didn’t get when people didn’t get their jokes and Jumin…he’s not the best with jokes in general.
  • Your friends are also very casual, so when Jumin showed up in his “Formal Dinner Party” attire they were a little confused.
  • You had given them a fair warning…but they didn’t think you were serious.
  • You ate dinner, it went surprisingly okay. You swore there might come a time when Jumin and one of the roomies might hit a rough patch but nope. Smooth sailing, especially when he learned one of your roomies is pre vet and they shared a passion for felines.
  • After dinner you escorted him to your room.
  • Almost immediately you were wrapped in each other’s arms on the bed.You guys try to keep it professional in public, so once you’re alone you two make up for the lost public snuggle time hardcore.
  •  You lay side by side, your head on his chest, his arm around you and rubbing your back. You just chat about things, you ask Jumin about random things just to hear his voice His voice is my guilty fucking pleasure my god bless that VA. It calms you. But if he says the right things it gets you a little… hot and bothered.
  • “So dinner was good….when’s dessert?” Yep like that. Hot. And. Bothered. 
  • “Jumin” You gasped a little, surprised he suggested it
  • “I’m sorry? I assume from the way your hand was inching towards-”
  • Oh shit? Your hand was heading down there wasn’t it. Haha ohhhhh Hand. *cue audience laugh track* Anyways
  • “I mean, I would but uh…my roommates are downstairs. It’s not like the penthouse where it’s just us.”
  • “And?” He is so shameless. Or clueless. Or maybe a little bit of both.
  • “Wouldn’t you be, uh, embarrassed?”
  • “Should I? I assumed it was no secret that we had sex. Usually people assume anways…” He trailed off, but then remembered the situation at hand. “But if you’d rather not I understand. “ He sounded a little disappointed, but then he looked at you with a small smirk. “But I guess now it’ll be only sweeter the next time I get to lay you down and” cue intense details of. He didn’t stop, he just kept talking about all the things you two could do, and his voice kept getting lower and huskier and you could tell how excited he was just by the way he was talking
  • You couldn’t take it
  • Fuck the roommates
  • Jumin was right it’s not like they don’t know
  • You suddenly rolled so you were on top of him, straddling his waist.
  • “Kitten I thought-”
  • You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a very sloppy kiss.
  •  When you pulled away for air you just “I don’t care. Let them hear.”
  • You two got wild
  • ….I’ll stop here. You guys don’t need the details 
  • Once you two were finished you were cuddling again. Just cuddling without clothes but that was A OK.
  • Jumin was back to rubbing your back again, and you were cuddled up to him again.Your hand was on his chest and his hand on top, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth. But instead of talking you guys kept exchanging gentle kisses, taking turns leaning in and reaching for kisses from each other.
  • Around midnight he figured he should get going home. You both put your clothes on and walked out to the car. On the way there you saw your roommates. They looked a little shook. Little bit. They waved by to Jumin even though they could barely look at the two of you without blushing.
  • Jumin planted a firm kiss on you at the car, and when you walked back in you turned to your roommates, ready to apologize for the..uh…noise.
  • “Hey guys…so uh…hahaha awkward amiright?”
  • “I don’t know, is it….’Kitten’?”
  • “Or should we ask….’Daddy’?”
  • You’re never living this down. Ever.

Seven

  • He came over to meet your family
  • He already knew almost everything about them so he was well prepared to kiss ass
  • He didn’t have to though, they liked him off the bat. They were glad they finally got to meet the boy MCs been spending all their time with.
  • After dinner MC and he decided to go upstairs and hang out a bit.
  • These two nerds legit sat in MCs bed looking at memes on their phones
  • At least an hour went by with you two just giggling and showing your phones to each other
  • Somehow you both found ways to get closer to each other without meaning to.
  • It started off with you two leaning against the wall, but soon you were basically sitting in Seven’s lap, head leaning against his chest, and the two of staring at one phone screen of memes.
  • At some point Seven snaked his arms around your waist, and buried his face in between your shoulder blade and your neck.
  • The giggles continued.
  • Soon you saw a meme that had you dying laughing. Seven was amused, but he ended up getting more amused when you started snorting from laughing so hard. You clasped a hand over your mouth to try to silence the noise, but it was not happening. He thought it was too cute and couldn’t help but kiss your cheek with an overdramatic “MUAAAH” noise
  • More memes and time passed
  • Now you two were laying on your tummies, side by side, memeing away
  • That’s when you look at Seven. A slight grin on his face, the way his eyes sparkle when he’s having a good time, everything about him really.
  • You just feel so much…love for him.
  • So you put your phone down and start peppering him with light quick kisses all over the side of his face.
  • He laughs “MC what are you doing?”
  • “I just…I love you so much” You can’t hold back the smile on your face. Just staring at him makes you happy. “Saeyoung, sometimes…Sometimes I can’t even believe you’re real” and you lightly touch his face, taking in the feel of his skin and the look in his eyes.
  • He seems overcome with emotion too. Some mix of happiness and sadness, but then more happiness.
  • He shifts so he’s facing you more and plants a long kiss on your lips. Eventually you both sit up and just start kissing. It’s not the sloppy make out of when you guys are getting ready to do the do, it’s a long line of passionate kisses filled with innocent love and need for one another.
  • It’s love.
  • You end up wrapped in one another’s arms staring into each other’s eyes until both of you doze off.
  • It’s about 2 am when you wake up. You two are still wrapped up, and Saeyoung is snoozing peacefully inches from your face. You wish you could just stare at him all night, the moonlight bouncing off his face made him look like he really wasn’t real, like he’d turn into mist at any second and slip away Wow I’m getting really poetic. Probably cause it’s 5 am idk sorry
  • But you know theres work he has to get done and normally he’s not even sleeping at this time so he’s probably already behind schedule.
  • You start off as a soft whisper, scared your voice could break the magic of the moment “Saeyoung”
  • He stirrs a bit but doesn’t open his eyes.
  • A little louder, but still whispering “Saeyoung” HIs eyelids lift slowly, and when he sees your face, a sleepy smile spreads across his own.
  • This alone makes you feel giddy and in love and your own mouth cracks a giant smile. Then you start peppering his face with gentle kisses.
  • “Come on” kisskisskiss “Wake up silly” kisskisskiss “I kept you long enough”
  • In his tired lawd kill me if I heard sleepy Seven’s voice I’d probably die voice he muttered “Keep me forever, MC”

Noct and the Black Chocobo, part 1

Noctis: “Man. I don’t see this monster anywhere.” 
Ignis: “According to the tipster’s information, it should be in this area.”
Gladio: “It’s so hard to find, even Prompto’s gotten quiet.” 

Noctis: “Come to think of it. Where is Prompto?”
Gladio: “Oy, oy. He’d better not’ve run ahead and ended up in the monster’s stomach.” 
Prompto: “Guys, I found it!”
Noctis: “It finally showed up?”

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Forgetting Something? (Jason Todd x Reader)

Request: “#28 from prompt list : send number and boy name! (Idk what to call it) can I have it with Jason thank you!” from anon

Prompt: “Todd, you’ve got a visitor!”

Tags: @wynterrobin @wannabe-weasley @queen-of-all-the-fandoms

@tim-help @avengerdragoness @kazuha159

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“Pass the chips, twerp.”

“You already finished two bags of those red diabetic triangle chips, Todd. Pennyworth is going to be very disappointed in you when he comes back.”

Jason rolled his eyes, “But I died, which means I can eat whatever the fuck I want.”

“That silly excuse is going to get yourself killed again if you don’t-“ Damian was cut off by the doorbell, “Ugh, who could possibly have nothing to do at this hour?” He muttered under his breath.

Damian looked at Jason, “Well?”

“What? You think I’m going to answer it? You’re the one who’s grounded.” He deadpanned, flipping the channels.

Damian made a low growl and stood up from the couch. He took his time while he made his way towards the door. When he finally opened it, his face lit up, “(Y/L/N), what are you doing here?!” He notice you carrying a book bag.

You smiled at your boyfriend’s little brother, “Hey, Dami! Your brother forgot this at my place last night,” You dug into your bag and pulled out Jason’s Red Hood helmet, “Is he here?” You asked.

Damian nodded and turned to call Jason, “Todd, you’ve got a visitor!”

Jason laid his head back on the couch and groaned before getting up. When he saw it was you at the door, he grinned. He pushed Damian out of the way and gave you a big hug, “Babe, you didn’t tell me you were coming over.”

You snorted, hugging him back, “Oh please, I don’t have to tell you, I come here every weekend anyway.” Jason leaned down to kiss you but a little someone punched his back.

“Hey! I’m still here!” Damian growled.

Jason rolled his eyes, ignoring Damian as he kept punching. He looked at what you were holding and smacked his forehead, groaning, “I knew I forgot something.”

You handed him his helmet, “You were pretty distracted last night. Oh, I was wondering if Alfred made some cookies.”

“Haha, you bet I was distracted,” He smirked, “And Alfred and the rest ain’t here right now. I’m sorry babe but you can’t stay this weekend, I have to take care of the little guy.”

“Call me little one more time, you ape!” Damian squeezed in between the both of you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you inside, “And they can stay over for the weekend!”

Jason followed the both of you quickly inside, closing the door behind him, “Hey! Remember! Bruce said no fun!”

Damian shouted over his shoulder, “I’d rather get in trouble again than have you watch over me!”

You giggled, “Why are you even grounded, Damian?”

Damian grinned, “I almost punched my teacher.”

anonymous asked:

How jumin and seven would react if MC turned into a cat for a day? 😻

Umm ok sure heh^^;; hope you like~

[Jumin+Saeyoung]

  • Jumin is more than a little freaked out 
  • But something about this cat…he just knows its MC 
  • He hadn’t even told anyone about what had happened when he got a message from Saeyoung 
    • “You got a new cat?!! I’m coming over!” 
  • Before he knew it, the doorbell was ringing 
  • He bee-lines it right for you and you try to run away but he’s scooping you up 
    • “She’s so cuuuute!”
    • “Hands off,” Jumin snatches you away from Saeyoung 
  • Saeyoung pouted 
    • “I don’t believe I gave you permission to come here,” Jumin scoffed 
    • “I saw her on your security cameras and couldn’t help myself! Come here, girl,” he pulled a toy from his pocket and dangled it in front of you 
  • Jumin glared in annoyance 
    • “She’s not going to want to-”
  • Suddenly you jumped out of his arms and ran to the toy to bat at it with your paw 
  • Saeyoung looked super pleased with himself 
    • “What was that, Jumin?” he said smugly
    • “Ugh, MC…” he caught himself a little too late 
    • “You named her…after MC? That’s a little weird, even for you Jumin. Does she know about this?” he laughed 
  • Jumin actually smiled a bit seeing you play with the toy
  • Until Saeyoung began petting you 
  • First it was your face 
  • Then he moved down to scratch at the base of your tail and he heard you purr as you rubbed your face on his leg 
    • “Alright, that’s enough!” 
  • He hadn’t meant to shout, and he cleared his throat in embarrassment as his cheeks flushed
  • He picked you up from the ground gingerly 
    • “I was about to eat dinner, so I’ll be asking you to leave now,” Jumin pushed him back towards the door 
    • “Ughhh, stingy…Alright. But I’m coming back! You didn’t even let me say goodbye to Ell-”
  • Jumin slammed the door in his face 
    • “Are you hungry?” 
  • He held you up to his face and your noses touched 
  • After some thought he had some Tuna prepared for you 
  • And a bowl of milk 
    • “Don’t lap so fast. It isn’t very ladylike, watch Elizabeth 3rd.”
  • He could tell you were glaring, even as a cat 
    • “You’re still cute, though,” he stroked your fur with a smile 
  • When it came time for bed all three of you snuggled in under the covers 
  • He let you sleep on his chest 
  • Your small breaths helped ease his anxieties and the thoughts of how to get you back to the way you were 
  • Your little face was nuzzled into the crook of his neck and the vibrations of your purrs put him to sleep 
  • He woke up to find your body back to normal, most of you laying directly on top of him 
  • He sighed in relief and ran his fingers through your hair 
    • “Welcome back…” he whispered when your eyes began to flutter open 
    • “Jumin…” you yawned, “should I start breakfast?” 
    • “No…let’s lay here a while longer, kitten,” he smiled and kissed you 
Imagine kissing Lucifer

Word count: 434

A/N: I was just kinda bored so I wrote this little imagine, sorry that it’s not long and not that good. 

Requests for one shots/imagines are still open and would be much appreciated x

“Ugh, I give up. I can’t do it anymore!” you frustratingly screeched into the once silent room, pushing back the heaps of paper pilled on your desk.

Lucifer’s head shot up at your sudden outburst and watched as you ran a hand through your hair and sighed loudly.

“Someone’s angry,” Lucifer sarcastically pointed out.

“YOU THINK LUCIFER?” You snapped instantly turning in his direction, the smug look on his face rapidly switching to concern once he realised how much stress you were truly under.

“Y/N?” He asked, worry lacing his voice. No longer was Lucifer the cynical, sarcastic angel everyone knew. He instantly rushed up beside you placing two hands on your shoulders, making you look at him and kneeling down to your height, “Are you okay?”

Confusion filled your body as Lucifer showed concern. Why was he concerned for me? I thought he hated humans.  

“I.. I erm… no,” you stuttered out before tears glossed over your eyes, making your vision blurred and you pushed your body into Lucifer’s chest. Surprisingly, Lucifer instantly snaked one of his arms around your waist, the other running through your hair as you quietly sobbed into his chest. A light kiss was placed on your forehead.

You pulled away from the hug after realising how mad Sam and Dean would be to see you cuddling with the devil himself and a look of hurt/sadness flashed on Lucifer’s face before disappearing quickly and being replaced with the famous expressionless face everyone knew him for.

You knew that you were falling for him and quick but you knew it would be better if you got rid of them feelings as quickly as possible rather than embracing them. Pulling down your sleeve, you wiped away the stray tears which fell from your eyes.

He could never love me back. Why would he, I’m just a pathetic human-

You were almost instantly pulled out of your thoughts as soft cool lips were placed on top of yours. You froze in place for a few seconds before realising what was happening, relaxing into his arms and kissing back. You hummed happily into the kiss as you felt Lucifer’s mouth curl up into a smirk. Butterflies filled your stomach.

“You shouldn’t think those things Y/N, I happen to think you’re the most beautiful thing my father has created,” Lucifer spoke looking down into your eyes causing heat to rise up to your face and your cheeks to turn pink.

A smile appeared on your face as Lucifer cupped your cheek and pulled you into yet another kiss, one of many yet to come.

BTS reaction to an accidental kiss with their best friend

A/N: Gosh at this point, these things should be called drabbles, not reactions anymore. This is like 300 words per member  y I K E S. Which is why I have to put this under the read more cut, sigh. PLUS, I know I have a couple of requests but at this rate, it’s going to take me a while! I just thought of this cute idea though one day and I was like “yeeep, I gotta churn this out first before I work on requests–it’s too cute.” I am sorry not sorry for Namjoon’s imagine. It is so cliche I’m screaming. Actually, all of this is too gosh darn fluffy and cute ew. Some of them probably doesn’t even make sense bUT YA KNOW WHAT: please enjoy <3 

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Stay Professional!

WorkAU!

You managed to get your first job at a prestigious and famous marketing firm. Nothing was going to stop you from working there. A few distractions may be problematic but.. there was a man that stood out unconventionally well. Despite being the CEO’s only son, his face alone is enough to win over the nation’s heart 10x over. An interesting romance that’s sure to get you screaming.

Fluff & Angst: Jungkook x Reader

A/N: Hey! I’ve been MIA but I’m back with something for you :)

“Yes Ma’am I understand.” You lowered your head politely and stuck on a smile that tortured your face muscles. You were lucky enough to land a job straight out of university and you knew it was going to be tough but.. the extent as to which you were being used and bullied by higher ups was unbearable.

“If you understand then don’t make this mistake again! You ruined my morning.” The head of department of advertising scolded you over a small mistake of pouring too little milk into her coffee.

After she left, you lifted your head up and rolled your eyes at the amount of bullshit you dealt with on a daily basis. It was kind of getting tiring.

“Should you really be pulling that face right now?” An unfamiliar and cool-toned whisper sent shivers down your spine.

“No sir! My mistake, my apologies.” You immediately brought the radiant smile back to your face, not knowing who it was but it didn’t matter because everyone here was basically of much higher power than yourself. You had to show respect even if it killed your hidden inflated ego.

You heard the heavy clacks of his Armani shoes as his strides led him closer to you. He carefully examined your petite frame in comparison to his tall, dark and handsome nature.

“Are you new here?” His low tone sounded velvety and smooth as dark chocolate. It felt like eerie music to your ears.

“Yes sir.. It’s only been a few months since my arrival.” You bowed your head to this unknown yet alluring man. His presence was overwhelming and the entire office was silent- all eyes and ears on the two of you.

“Enjoy your stay, Y/N-sshi.” His husky voice trailed off behind him before he disappeared into the elevator with another unfamiliar man behind him.

How’d he know my name..?

You face-palmed after noticing the shiny golden name tag attached to your crisp white blouse.


“You should really stop drinking.” Your friend tightly gripped onto the soju bottle in which you refused to let go of.

“Let me relieve my stress! Work has been so much hell for me.” You managed to pour yourself another shot glass that was quickly downed, the stinging sensation brought tears to your eyes.

“…Don’t you have work again tomorrow? You’re going to get such a terrible hangover Y/N.. You should probably stop.” She quickly picked up the soju bottle that was almost empty and chucked it into the bin.

“I don’t care.. I don’t even want to work there anymore.” You managed to growl out, the alcohol taking it’s toll on your body.

“Hey! You should feel so privileged that you get to work in such a fine company. Look at me! I’m still working 3 different part time jobs because I can’t find a job. Do you want to be like me?” Your friend lectured you, peeling you off the desk and chair to take you home.

“Oh wait..” You slurred out, vision blurry and body-coordination out of reach.

“I think I left my house-keys in the office. I might need to go get them..” It was hard to articulate let alone walk straight.

“My god Y/N. Please get your life together.” Your friend buckled you up in her car and drove you to your work place that was still surprisingly operating.

“Tell me where your office is. I’ll go find it.” You just giggled to yourself, completely unaware of your actions. “It’s okay.. I’ll go get it myself. They’ll think you’re a bad bad intruder.” You slurred your words and sounded like a 4 year old. You shot her winks in her direction.

She just laughed and nodded. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”

“I got this! I work here!” You giggled, completely out of your mind.

Miraculously, you managed to make your way to the elevator. You pressed on the button and tried your hardest to not collapse from the alcohol intake. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t hold your body still. You steadied yourself by resting your head on your palm and walked into the elevator as soon as it ‘dinged’ with no further precaution.

That was when you smashed into an unknown figure once again, despite your pride in keeping yourself steady for some time, the balance was taken right out of your body and you landed- bottom first on the shiny tiled floor. You were ticked. You had no control over your mouth and lord knows what kind of mess you were about to get yourself into.

You groaned in pain and massaged your scalp, hoping the loud thumping in your head would somehow disappear.

His eyes lowered down onto the ground to find you mumbling curses. He was surprised at what you were doing at the office so late at night. But being the gentleman he was, he gently reached out his hand to pull you up with ease.

His skin was surprisingly cold and you were picked up with such little effort, it felt refreshing to feel something so cool as your body felt like it was boiling. You started unbuttoning your white blouse and unzipped the bottom of your pencil skirt from your knee up to your lower thigh and continued to casually strip in-front of the unknown man.

His cold fingers put your actions to a complete halt followed by his cold tone that sounded familiar.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He raised an eyebrow, a somewhat surprised and confused expression spread upon his flawless face.

“Let go. It’s hot.” You mumbled, weakly pushing away his cool hand and continued to take off your shirt, struggling to do so, you wobbled back and forth before almost falling again- he had caught you by the waist and looked down to see you: flustered and abnormally drunk.  

“Ugh.. don’t touch me. I don’t need your help.” You weakly pushed him away again, this time a little more audible than before. He was surprised at the way you were treating him.

“Suit yourself.” He let go of his gentle grip on your waist and continued to watch you struggle to walk and read the buttons on the elevator.

“What are you doing here so late.” His question sounded more like a demand as his curiosity was slowly starting to eat up his mind. “It doesn’t matter.” You missed the buttons and started to get irritated at your lack of body coordination.

A cold smirk spread upon his face and he chuckled at you.

“What are you laughing at? Do you think you’re some kind of powerful being? Are you another one of those annoying bosses that won’t stop yelling at me for making their coffee wrong. God people here are so…”

He stopped chuckling and raised a single eyebrow. He calmly slid his hand into his pocket and continued to scan you from head to toe.

“Inconsiderate.”

He examined your messed up bun that consisted of hairs sticking out and bobby pins falling out. He looked at your peachy red face and smelt the very noticeable stench of alcohol that leaked from your body. He noticed the beads of sweat that formed around your forehead and the heat of your breath that also smelt of alcohol. You were a mess.

“Y/N return home. I may not know of your intentions here but you’re not in any condition to do whatever you’re planning to do.”

“Blah blah blah. Stop nagging with you?” You retorted like a 4 year old, closing the gap between his face and yours. You were just a few millimetres from his face and he could feel your warm breath on his cold lips. It sent shivers down his spine and he was caught off-guard for the first time in years. He noticed your collarbone clearly visible and cleavage from your unbuttoned blouse but refused to look at it despite his obvious chances.

“Would you like me to call a driver?” He offered, somehow sounding half-assed so you took it as an insult. What really were his intentions?

“Listen here you.” You poked his toned chest and spoke with a slurred and drunken accent.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do here but I’m just trying to get back home and go to sleep so I can come back to this hell tomorrow morning and cry over how dumb this shitty company is.”

Once again, he was hit with things he thought he would never hear coming from a very new employee. Amused, he chuckled once again unable to hide his interest in her.

“Would you stop laughing? What do I need to do to stop you?” You smiled weakly at him, completely drunken with stress and alcohol, you had no control over what was about to happen.

You closed the gap between your lips and kissed him softly, the taste of alcohol spread to him as your tongue intertwined his and turned into something a little more passionate. He didn’t stop you so you assumed this meant a green light to continue. His lips tasted kind of addictive and cooling. You ran your hand up his smooth cheeks, through his perfectly combed hair and ruffled it before fiddling with his thin black tie and blacking out completely.

What in the fucking world just happened?

Part 2 

Lead Me On; Part Four (M)

A/N: I am so happy about this chapter!! It took me very long to write but it is here! Enjoy! 

Ps. I have decided to make the P.O.V. instead of ‘she’ to ‘you’. 

Pairing: Fuckboy!Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Romance, AU

Warnings in this chapter: explicit sex (make up sex), drug use (weed)

Words: 3,544 (more than I’ve ever written, please be proud of me)

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | to be continued…

(Please give me feedback!)


“Ugh, Junmyeon, can you not win for once?” you asked, groaning as you popped another cherry gummybear into your mouth. You heard the deep sound of Junmyeon’s chuckle, a grin appearing on your face. “You know this game is pure luck, Y/N.” you rolled your eyes but giggled nonetheless, he was right after all. You felt a nudge on your stomach. Looking down you saw the little brown, fluffy animal, seated in your lap curiously looked up when you giggled. Junmyeon’s eyes went to the tiny creature. “Odin has been being more active, I’ve noticed. I think he’s finally coming down from that sickness.” You nodded.

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bleudinosaur  asked:

Hello! Quick question, do you have any resources/tips for writing hateful/mean dialogue? I'm having more trouble with this than I thought I would. Thanks :D

Hello!  Off the top of my head, I can think of a few: 

1.  Allow conflict to escalate and then explode. 

Unless one of your characters is entering the discussion raging mad about this-that-or-the-other, your dialogue will likely start somewhat placid and escalate from there.  

For example: 

“Um.  Sandy,” said Leon, voice carefully level.  “Can we talk?” 

“Sure!  What about, man?”  said Sandy, smiling pleasantly at his friend. 

“I, um.  Feel silly even asking you this, but uh…”  Leon chuckled awkwardly, then took a deep, steadying breath through his nostrils.  “Did you…have sex with my father?”

Sandy blinked, then let out a nervous bray of laughter.  “Wha-ha-hat ever gave you that idea, bro?” 

Leon’s eyes widened.  “You DID!”

“What?  No I didn’t!”  

“Yes, you did!”  cried Leon, pointing a finger at him.  “You only do that stupid laugh when you’re caught in a lie!  You totally did!  YOU BANGED MY DAD!

Sandy opened his mouth to protest, then closed it in resignation.  “Okay, look.  Daniel and I were both drunk, it was a mistake…” 

“OH MY GOD!”  Leon clapped a hand over his mouth.  “You fucking bastard.  My parents are getting a divorce now!”  

“Look, it isn’t my fault your dad can’t keep it in his fucking pants!”  Sandy snapped.  “And if your mom knew how to please a man, he wouldn’t have had to get his rocks off in me anyway.” 

“Son of a BITCH!”  Without thinking, Leon balled his fist and sent it flying.  

Okay, never mind the subject matter.  See the escalation there?  Though there’s tension at the beginning of the discussion, both characters are calm, which makes it more interesting (and in a weird way, rewarding) when one finally explodes.

Even if one of your characters is entering the discussion angry, there will likely be a period in which their companion tries to placate them before they finally give in and it devolves into a proper, two-sided fight.  

Let’s return to another scenario of Sandy and Leon’s personal drama to see what I mean:  

“SON OF A BITCH!”  roared Leon, storming into his shared dorm room.  “YOU SLEPT WITH MY FUCKING DAD!” 

Sandy, who had been reclined on the sofa reading a book, scrambled into an upright sitting position.  “Wha-ha-hat?  No I didn’t!” 

“Yes you did,” Leon fumed, face tomato red.  “You’re doing that stupid laugh you only do when you’re lying!”

“Look, Lee, I swear -” 

“TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH, SANDY.” 

The two stared at each other for a moment, before Sandy ducked his head sheepishly.  “Okay, look, Daniel and I were drunk, it was a mistake -” 

“YOU BASTARD.”

“Lee, I’m sorry-”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD!  MY PARENTS ARE GETTING A DIVORCE NOW!”

“Oh, for God’s sake-YOUR FATHER’S FUCKING GAY, LEON!”  Sandy snapped, rolling his eyes.  “And it’s none of my business, I know, but I really have a hard time picturing that a heterosexual woman, AND A FUCKING GAY MAN, ever had marriage of year!” 

Leon’s face turned an interesting shade of purple.  “Why you LITTLE…” 

“He should have been able to keep it in his pants anyways,” Sandy sneered.  “And if your mom knew how to please a man, he wouldn’t have needed to get his rocks off elsewhere.” 

That was the last straw.  Leon balled his fist and sent it flying.

I’ve been watching altogether too many reality TV shows lately, but you get the point:  conflict, of any sort, escalates until it simmers down or explodes.  

2.  Selectively use synonyms for ‘said.’ 

Contrary to popular belief, said isn’t dead.  However, antonyms can be great mood setters.  

For creating a snappy, hateful, angry mood, try synonyms like this:

Snapped

Barked

Roared

Fumed

Argued

Taunted

Hissed

Cursed

Swore

Challenged

Seethed

Shouted

Snarled

Bellowed

Growled

Sneered 

Just don’t overdo it, or you’ll end up looking like that one scene from My Immortal.  Yeah, you know the one: 

3.  Allow for pointed jabs.  

In arguments, even with loved ones, we sometimes say hurtful things with or without meaning them.  

When one of your characters is angry with the other, and I mean really angry, they may not be above pointing out their insecurities in a heated moment.  

This can be treated as comedic fodder in some instances (i.e. generally anything related to erectile dysfunction and feigned orgasms), but in others, it can get genuinely hurtful and heartbreaking.  

Let’s say you’re dealing with two characters, one of whom has abandonment issues.  Maybe the other knows this, and is generally supportive.  However, in a very heated argument, they may reach for it as a weapon.  

For example:

“For God’s sake, Michael, it’s one o’clock in the morning!”  cried Lisa, as her drunken husband staggered in the door.  “It’s your son’s seventh birthday today!  Did you really think now was the best time to have a guy’s night out with your poker buddies!?”

“Not now, Lise. I wanna sleep,” Michael slurred, dumping his gym bag in the corner and staggering towards the stairs.

“NO,” snapped Lisa, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him to face her.  “No, Mike.  You don’t get to leave without talking about this.”

“Ugh.  Why do you always gotta be like this, Lisa,”  Michael groaned, temples throbbing.  

“Don’t you dare try and play the victim here!  Do you think my afternoon’s been easy?  I had to look at his little face, and tell him his daddy loved vodka more than-”

“DAMMIT, LISA!”  Michael barked suddenly.  “This is why your dad left, you know that!?  You just can’t help but drive men away.”

Lisa recoiled as though she’d been stung.  Michael felt a sick wave of satisfaction deep in his gut that he knew he’d be ashamed of once he was sober. 

“Go to hell, Mike,” whispered Lisa.  Tears pricked her eyes as she turned and hurried out of the room.

Mike’s an asshole, but you get the point.  Also note that this exchange follows the same pattern of escalation I mentioned earlier.

These kinds of jabs can take really any number of forms for anyone with a shared history:  past instances of adultery, poor financial decisions, bad parenting, or mistakes made in adolescence can all become canon fodder in a harsh altercation.  The better the people know each other, the better they’ll know their week spots.  

That’s why folks who don’t know each other all that well will usually settle for jabs at one another’s parentage, sexual histories, et cetera to try to get a rise out of them.

In a very hateful dialogue, usually delivered as hate speech from a bigoted stranger, this could also involve slurs towards the person’s sexuality, race, or gender, or falling back on harmful stereotypes to try and hurt the party in question;  they know that it’s a sore spot for them, and they want to hurt them as much as possible with it.

(It’s worth noting here, however, that if you are White, I would recommend against using racial slurs in your writing, just as if you’re straight you may not want to use words like “dyke” or “f*ggot” out of respect for your readers.  That’s just my opinion, however, and not everyone will agree with me on this one.)


I really hope this helps, and happy writing!  <3 

Couple Items

Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

Couple Items

When your boyfriend suggested you two get a few couple items you thought it was cute. He had a tendency of buying you a lot of jewelry and you’d just make him return it. His taste was just a little over the top and too expensive. You were hoping that shopping together would mean you could hit up a few local shops and get a matching phone charm, or cute couples shirts. But of course, Joon Kyung wasn’t that simple. When he said he wanted to shop in Gangnam, it should have been your red flag that he wanted something over the top.

“Yah, Oppa please put that down that’s expensive.” you pouted. He’d dragged you all around the city going from Versace boutiques to Armani stores and buying all of these outfits and bags that you just know you’re not going to wear.

Joon Kyung held up the gold chain, inspecting it with the jeweler. “But you wanted matching things. Let’s get a whole outfit.”

“I meant something cute and meaningful-That chain cost more than my car.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

He grinned looking over “We can fix that too. Matching couple cars? I could get you one in rose gold?”

“No”

“But you love Rose Gold, it’ll match your phone”

You sighed holding his hand. “Please, I don’t even wear chains. And don’t even think about buying me a car.”

He smiled pecking your lips. “I’m probably still going to buy you a car.”

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anonymous asked:

If you're still open for prompts, could you write something about Virgil noticing Roman is feeling down/anxious, because it's sort of his thing, and trying his best to comfort him and make him feel better? i love your writing <33

thank you! <3 here’s more of a University!AU


It actually takes a while for Virgil to notice. He’s beginning to learn that Roman is actually much more subtle than he lets on. 

Oh, yeah, he’s still loud and flamboyant, but one day Virgil realises that his laughter sounds a little too loud. It rings false to his ears. But Logan and Patton don’t seem to notice anything’s different, so he keeps quiet, thinking about how to act. He has a creeping suspicion that maybe he and Roman aren’t exactly polar opposites. 

And, he knows, if someone outright confronted him, he would just withdraw even more. 

So, Virgil waits to choose his moment carefully. Thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait very long.

He finds Roman in the kitchen, just sitting on a chair. No singing, not even whistling.

Virgil clears his throat, and sets his laptop on the table. “Mind if I join?”

Roman just shrugs, and makes a vague, uncertain hand gesture.

Virgil puts on some music, not bothering to wear headphones. The silence is suffocating. He’s not sure what pushes Roman to actually speak, whether it’s the music playing, or Virgil just being there, but he eventually, he says:

“Virgil, I…I…”

His voice breaks. Virgil is careful not to overly show his surprise or concern. He just turns the music’s volume down a little. “What?”

Roman isn’t looking at him. “I- I can’t quite catch my breath.”

“Oh…Okay. Um. Well, let’s fix that, then.” Roman finally looks up, and the desperation in his eyes nearly makes Virgil wince in sympathy. “Count with me. Just in your head. In for one… two…that’s it…”

After a few moments of just breathing, Roman groans covering his face in his hands. “Ugh, this is so stupid.

“Do you think it’s stupid when it happens to me?”

“No! But that’s different.”

A-ha. Suspicions confirmed, Virgil continues: “Why?”

Roman keeps his face hidden. “Why what?” he mumbles.

“Why is it different for me?”

“Because- because-” Roman sighs. “Because I should be-”

“See, there you go again. You don’t have to be anything. Just- feel what you feel and don’t beat yourself up over it, okay?”

Roman doesn’t reply and Virgil fears he’s messed it up somehow, said the wrong thing. Then, he jumps out of his seat in alarm as Roman’s shoulders start to shake, just the tiniest bit. Virgil panics.

“Oh sh-look, I’m sorry, I’ll just go, I-”

“No! Virgil, don’t go, I’m-” Roman raises his head to finally look at Virgil. He gives him a very watery smile. “I’m okay. Now.”

Virgil gives him time to wipe his eyes and collect himself. It’s new, all of this, and he knows it won’t be long before Roman will be trying to brush his outburst aside out of embarrassment. So, for now, he gives him a distraction.

“Pass me my wallet, would you?”

Roman sniffs, and does so. “Why?”

“You bought us food last time. My turn.”

Roman smiles that shaky smile again. “Thanks, Virgil.”

They both know he’s not talking about the food.


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So Much for Essay Writing

Pairing: Peter Parker x (Gender Neutral) Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 795

Summary: 4. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.” and 5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” ALSO I left the age a little ambiguous, so you could imagine them in either high school or college.

Requested by @secondxreality​ - Thank you so much for requesting because hot damn once I got started I had other ideas and I’m so excited about writing again! 


Peter had been hanging out with you while you worked. You had thought it would be a study date so you could both get work done. Things had not gone according to plan. He either had a lot less work than you, or was just not doing it, because he certainly wasn’t working on any homework. What he was doing was everything in his power to distract you from your work.

“Peter, stop it.” You swatted his hand away as it hovered in your field of vision.

“No. I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” He said, pressing his finger into your cheek. Again.

“Peter!”

He removed his finger and threw up his hands. When you couldn’t see him in you peripheral vision anymore you let you shoulders relax and you thought you were finally safe. Able to finish your essay in peace.

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Wanna Make a Bet?

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1778

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, teasing, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, fluffy 

Summary: After Sam gets annoyed at your and Dean’s PDA’s you get the idea to make a bet with Dean to see who could last longer with no touching, neither of you make it too far. 

A/N: This is for anon who requested, How about for requests a dean and girlfriend reader where they have always had a ton of pda and Sam get fed up. After Sam telling them to knock it off dean and the reader make a bet on who can go the longer without sex but they both keep teasing each other and trying to make the other break. Ending in smut please? I came up with some fluffy smut and annoyed Sam that I hope was what you were looking for! 

You were so wrapped up in seeing Dean walk through the door you didn’t even pause before you flung yourself into his arms and started to work your mouth against his. You felt the way his tongue slid in between your parted lips and massaged your own. You fisted your hands in his short blond hair and felt the way that his hands gripped your waist in return. In short, you were totally immersed in nothing more than pure elation at seeing your boyfriend and finally being able to touch him again. 

“Hello?” 

You ignored the words you were hearing besides you in favor of continuing to show your boyfriend just how happy you were to see him. 

“Hey!” Sam called out when his brother’s hand had made its way down to your ass cheek and slapped you gently. 

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Sugar Hearts

“I’ll pick you up at seven, Spencer.” You heard Emily tell Spencer.

“I’ll pick you up at seven, Spencer,” you mimicked her in your head, narrowing your eyes at your colleagues and then immediately feeling bad.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like your team mates. Quite the opposite in fact for one of them. You had a ridiculously, stonking great crush on Dr Reid and had done for the six months you’d worked at the BAU. But you were fairly certain he and Emily had a ‘thing’. They hadn’t come out and openly admitted it to the rest of the team but you’d overheard them making plans together, and they often rode in together. The looks they gave each other when they thought no one was watching made you feel sick to your stomach.

It was stupid really. When you’d first started, you’d thought that maybe Spencer had liked you. He’d sometimes seem flustered around you and you’d been sure you’d seen him checking your legs out the first day you’d worn a skirt. He also went out of his way to be kind to you, bringing you back your favourite coffee from the coffee shop down the road whenever he went out on his lunch break.

But then him and Emily had started coming in to work together and you could just sense something between them. The little looks or soft touches, the way she always fixed his tie when it was crooked.

Ugh.

The team were making plans for this evening, a night out to let your hair down. Emily was leaving the office early for an appointment she had and you watched her hug Spencer goodbye before waving to the rest of you. You waved back, plastering a smile on your face.

Envy did not suit you, at all.
 

Two hours later and Spencer had just come back from his lunch break, taking it a lot later than normal. Passing your desk, he placed a takeout coffee cup down and gave you a sweet smile, shaking his hair back from his face. His gloriously messy hair.

What you wouldn’t give to run your fingers through those locks, or tug on them gently. You bet Emily got to do that all that time.

Reaching into his messenger bag he pulled out a paper box and opened it, reaching inside and taking out a pink cupcake, placing it next to the coffee. The cupcake had a small sugarpaste heart on it.

“I thought you could do with an afternoon pick me up. You’ve been quiet today, everything alright?”

Everything was fine….. Aside from you dying inside from unrequited love.

Alright, that was a little over dramatic but still.

“I’m fine. Should you really be giving that to me though?”

He looked confused, glancing at the cupcake and then back at you.

“I thought cupcakes were your favourite? Do you not want it…. I’ll erm…. I’ll take it away.”

You felt bad, he was just trying to be nice to you. You sighed and picked the cake up.

“They are my favourite. I’m sorry, thank you. I just don’t think your girlfriend would be too happy with you giving cake with love hearts on to someone else.”

You started to peel the wrapper, trying not to get icing on your hands.

“Girlfriend?”

Oh come on.

“Sorry, I mean Emily. I know you haven’t come out and told anyone else yet, but it’s obvious.”

“I’m sorry but what exactly is obvious?”

“That you and Prentiss are a couple.” You bit into the cake, licking the frosting off you lips.

“Me and….. Me and Emily?” He started to chuckle. “We’re not a couple, Y/N.”

You paused your chewing. They weren’t?

Swallowing quickly you clarified. “Wait…. You’re not?”

“Nope.”

“Well you probably should be, it’s obvious you two like each other. I don’t need to be a profiler to see that.”

You took another bite of the cake, savouring the taste of the frosting, cherry flavoured, your favourite.

“Y/N, me and Emily are just friends. Just really good friends. Nothing more.”

“So you don’t like her then?”

He shook his head, crouching to the floor beside you so that he was at eye level.

“Nope. I er… I do like someone though.”

He reached out and brushed the tip of your nose with his thumb, holding it up the show you the stray blob of frosting.

“You do?” your breathing hitched slightly. Could it be…. Nah… It couldn’t.

“Yes.” His tongue darted out and licked the frosting off his thumb.

“Who?” your voice was barely a whisper.

“I’d have thought it was obvious. Maybe trying to express my feelings through coffee and cake wasn’t as blatant as I had hoped.”

Yes, Yes, YES!

“Me? You like me?!”

He nodded slowly.

“Are you sure?” you squeaked out and he laughed.

“Very sure. Em’s been telling me to tell you outright for weeks. But I didn’t dare. She thinks you like me too, but I wasn’t sure. Is she… is she right?”

“Is the Pope Catholic?”

You grinned at each other, your heart doing little back flips inside your chest.

“I’ve been jealous of Emily this whole time for nothing then….. I’ve been shooting her daggers for no reason at all. I need to apologise to her.”

“You don’t, please don’t worry.”

“I’ll speak to her later. So erm…. If I like you and you like me, what are we going to do about it?” You were not taking any chances, now you had an admittance of feelings, you were running with this.

“Dinner and a movie tomorrow?”

“Sounds perfect!”

Yes!!!

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Summary:  Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years. This means finally meeting Scotty, the man you just learned is your husband.

Word Count:  1,138

Author’s Note:  This is my first series that I’m posting on here! Please let me know what you think, I really love getting feedback.

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Scotty looked up at exactly the wrong moment. Jim made a joke and the whole table burst into laughter, including you. Your beautiful eyes crinkled up and your unapologetic smile bared your gleaming teeth. You simply shone.

Scotty couldn’t even bring himself to laugh when you laid your hand on Jim’s arm, steadying yourself as you calmed. Scotty’s heart clenched painfully.

And then there was Jim, that bastard, not that it was his fault, leaning in and laughing with you, tickled to make you smile so beautifully.

Scotty mumbled an excuse and stood, dropping his napkin on his tray and leaving the table at a steady stumble, trying to navigate through the pounding of blood in his ears.

The hallway rang with silence as the mess hall doors closed behind him.  Scotty looked up and down the hall, completely lost. He’s walked every single hall of this wonderful ship with you on his arm and now… what’s a man to do without you? How could he possibly move on and find some semblance of peace when you were in there laughing like that with Kirk of all people? Captain Fucking Perfect Hair with all his goodman charm and warmth…

“Scotty?”

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GOM + Kagami being there for You

This is something I really need and I hope you will like it.


Kuroko Tetsuya

‘‘I’m sure she didn’t mean it.’’ He stated in a serious voice, gently massaging your back with his left hand.

‘‘Oh she did, she meant it. She had spat these words with such venom that I almost died there.’’ You sobbed into his arm, getting more hysterical as the seconds passed by. ‘‘We don’t even see each other that much. What can’t she be a little nicer?’‘

‘‘S/o-’‘ Kuroko called your name and your head immediately perked to look at him in the eyes.’‘-your mother has been alone for a very long time, she doesn’t know how to deal with her almost adult daughter. I’m not trying to excuse her behaviour, because what she did was plainly wrong, I’m just trying to show you that her words don’t describe who you are at all. It’s just some nonsense she says to make herself feel better.’‘ He stroked your head affectionately at which your heart melted, leaving behind the heaviness you carried after meeting your mum earlier that day. ‘‘It’s not good, but you can’t change it. There’s no need to cry over it, when you have so many people thinking you are amazing. Including me, of course.’’ Your boyfriend pecked your lips and your foreheads touched, staying still.

‘‘Wow Tetsu, I wasn’t aware you could talk so much.’‘ You laughed, earning unamused glare from him and a light punch in the gut.

‘‘You are an ungrateful brat sometimes, I swear.’‘

Originally posted by zechs


Kagami Taiga

‘‘Taiga, the light of my life, you don’t have to stay here with me and rot, you know?’‘

‘‘Please, you would die without me here.’‘ And with that he put the thermometer in your mouth, making you unable to speak, however, when he finally took it out, you started arguing once again.

‘’I’m really okay, you didn’t have to leave practice for me. It’s very unprofessional.’’ He raised an eyebrow at you, not taking your stupid excuses for a reason to just get up and go home. You both stared at each other for what felt like a minute, before you eventually gave up. ‘’And I feel like I’m using you, okay - you got me.’’ You rolled your eyes and rolled onto your other side to avoid his shocked expression. It’s not like you didn’t want him to be here, it’s just that he could do so many funnier things right now, which didn’t contain cleaning someone’s house and jumping around a person who can barely lift a finger.

‘’You are sick - me taking care of you has nothing to do with using anybody. I’m doing what I want and this is what I want. Now face me, because it’s time for your pills.’’ You groaned loudly at his statement and he laughed upon seeing your pouting face. ‘’See? It wasn’t so hard.’’ He praised after you swallowed the medicine and chuckled once again when you shot him a very nasty glare. ‘’Now I’m going to make some dinner and we can watch a movie or something.’’

Your redhead boyfriend got up and started walking towards the kitchen, when you tiredly moved to catch his sleeve in your fingers. He turned to you quickly, asking if something was wrong and you just shook your head.

‘‘Everything is fine, it’s just — thank you Taiga, seriously.’‘ You didn’t dare to watch his reaction, but somewhere deep inside you knew, he was very happy right then.

‘‘You are welcome, s/o.’‘

Originally posted by tobigifs


Aomine Daiki

‘‘Okay, what the fuck did he do again?’‘ 

‘‘Nothing really.’’ You replied, wiping already cold tears with the sleeve of your blouse from your cheeks. ‘‘It was my fault, anyway.’‘

‘‘Your fault?’‘ He questioned angrily, swallowing all the frustration he had in him. He didn’t want you to experience someone’s anger once again. ‘‘Him being a jealous prick for no reason is your fault? Don’t make me laugh.’‘ You flinched at his harsh words, and he immediately regretted uttering them. So much for making you feel better.

‘‘I shouldn’t have met up with your team behind his back - I just really wanted to see you! But you know how he is.’‘ You cried once more, cringing at how pathetic you must have looked right now. 

‘‘Yeah, I know that he goes around flirting with everything that moves and you can’t even hang out with your friends. That’s ridiculous.’‘ His brain started creating very vivid images of him killing your boyfriend in many interesting ways, but then the realisation of the meaning of his words hit him. You weren’t aware of his disloyalty towards you and he didn’t mean to just scream this information at you. His eyes went back to yours and he noticed how they shined with fresh tears in them. He wanted to call it a very beautiful sight, but it wasn’t the time nor the place for it. ‘‘Shit, I’m sorry - I didn’t mea–’’

‘‘It’s okay Daiki, I suspected something, I just needed a valid proof. Although, I have been thinking about breaking up with him anyway, he was slowly getting violent and it’s not something I want to be around any longer.’‘ Your body was trembling a little, but the real war was happening inside Aomine’s mind, who, upon hearing that some low life wanted to harm you, was ready to slaughter the guy’s entire family just to make you safe. ‘‘Thank you, I realyy appreciate your support.’‘

‘‘Everything for you, s/o.’‘ It really wasn’t a good time for his confession, but once you healed, he would make you the happiest person in the world.

Originally posted by sasukeeuchiha


Kise Ryouta

‘S/o-chi, you look very out of character, did something happen?’‘ His question didn’t particularly surprised you, because you seriously looked different than usual. That day was relatively hot, enough to wear some shorts along with a short-sleeved shirt, but you against your normal outfit decided to wear a hoodie with trousers. Even your mood was worse than ever, your grumpy face only confirmed it.

Kise was extremely worried about you and was scared that someone may have done bad things to you. He was intensively staring at your blank face, awaiting an answer that took too long to form in your mind and you were just observing him with saddened eyes. ‘’Will you tell me s/o-cchi?’’

You sighed, suddenly wearing an expression of discomfort, which twisted into embarrassement very quickly. ‘’Ryouta, do I look fat to you?’’ This question came out as a whisper, but he heard it almost too correctly. Millions of imagines started haunting his memory, especially the ones with him constantly worrying about his weight as a model and an athlete.

‘‘No, s/o-cchi. Did someone tell you that?’‘ He asked, concerned and ready to fight.

‘‘Not exactly.’’ You stopped your words from flowing out of your mouth to take a deep, relaxing breath. ‘‘I just overheard some of my classmates conversation and, you know, they weren’t saying nice things about me. That’s it. Not a big deal.’‘ You dismissed your problem, obviously trying to drop the topic, but Kise was having none of it.

‘‘It is a big deal, because their words affect you and they shouldn’t. Look at me, I’m a model and people still mock me behind my back and say really disgusting things. The society will never be happy and it’s their loss. You don’t need to live like them and waste your life on hatred. Be happy, show  them who is the boss.’‘ Both of his hands were on your shoulders as you looked at yourselves. He was clearly determined and you just speechless. And then in the simple blink of the eye you burst into tears, asking him to go home with you so you could change into something more comfortable.

‘‘Sure, lovely. Maybe we could hit a beach on the weekend, what do you think?’‘

‘‘Gladly.’‘ You aswered with no hint of saddnes on your flushed face.

Originally posted by knbzone


Midorima Shintarou

Midorima wasn’t subtle, but easy-going. If he didn’t think his head would explode, he would ask you what’s wrong a long time ago. However, your moping was getting slightly worse with each day and it made him think that the situation was more serious than he previously predicted. He tried to talk to you about it for hours, but once he bit his tongue, the second time he almost walked into the wall and basically - he was scared for his life. But he also loved you dearly, so there was no going back this time. He would do it, he really would.

‘‘What’s wrong with you? You looked like somebody had died, nanodayo.’‘ At least he asked, okay? No one was talking about being nice and shit.

‘‘Nice as always Shin.’‘ You laughed, without a humour and came back to doing your math homework.

‘‘I didn’t mean it like that. I just—worry.’‘ The last part was uttered so quickly and quietly as if he didn’t want you to hear it at all, but you did and it shocked you.

‘’Mn — it’s nothing, really. I think I’m just being paranoid and all.’’ You smiled tiredly, putting your pen down and he turned his face to you, to listen to your confession even better. ‘‘My parents are behaving kinda weird, something’s going on and all I’ve been thinking about it is them getting divorced. I know it’s not my choice, but theirs, however, it makes me anxious. Sorry, if it’s annoying.’‘ He focused on your words, processing them and trying to create a perfect response, which would be honest, but also helpful.

‘‘I know it may be scary now, but I swear that even it they separate their ways, they would still love you the same.’‘ He grasped your fingers lightly in his, face going red. ‘‘As I do, nanodayo.’‘

You looked up at his words, blushing almost as much as him. ‘’I love you, too Shin. Thank you.’’

‘‘It’s nothing, nanodayo.’‘ He replied and pushed his glasses a liittle higher on his nose. His hand never leaving yours.

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Akashi Seijurou

‘‘Ugh, I’m so frustrated Seijurou, I don’t think I can keep this up.’‘ You said at the verge of the tears, pushing math book away from your body. Akashi looked blankly at you, not knowinng how to motivate you to stay focused for a little more time.

‘‘Let’s try again, I will explain better, alright?’‘ He caressed your cheek, desperately trying to stop you from crying. It was the last thing he wanted to see you doing. Even though, he didn’t show it that much he really wanted you to be content. He was clever and on top of the class, but he could admit that math could be really hard. He knew that it was your worst subject and seeing you try so much and then failing was heartbreaking. So he decided to fight with you, teaching you every chance he got. You praised him for it all the time, despite his scary appearance he was really patient with you. You couldn’t help, but love him more for it.

‘‘Okay, okay, but it’s so terrible. I feel like the worst person on the Earth! How did I even get to Rakuzan? I’m the dumbest person I know!’‘ You cried, your words slightly muffled by your palm. Akashi couldn’t see your eyes, but he knew they were probably red with a dark bags under them. You were really hard-working, hee admired it in you.

‘‘You are not dumb, you just need a little practice, love. Nobody was born a genius.’‘ 

‘‘You were.’‘

‘‘I was not, I was just pushed into being the best. I’m glad that you weren’t.’‘ He stated, giving you the most lovestruck look he could pull out, just because you couldn’t see it. It may sound stupid, but he was scared you would find out how important you were to him. How you mattered.

‘‘I’m sorry Sei, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.’‘ You replied guiltily, throwing your arms over his neck in an attempt to hug him. It came out a little messy, but he appreciated it anyway.

‘‘I’m not angry, but you can still repay me by not giving up, okay?’‘ You sniffed, but didn’t dare to protest and opened a book once again. ‘’If you promise me that you will work hard I can give you a very pleasurable reward later, huh?’’ He whispered huskily in your ear, making you red all over your face as you nodded like a crazy.

Maybe he could motivate you.

Originally posted by theseirin


Murasakibara Atsushi

‘‘Why are you crying, s/o-chin?’‘

‘‘Oh Atsushi, I didn’t hear you coming.’‘ You replied, smilling through your tears. Trying to hide the fact that you were obviously upset.

‘‘Why are you crying?’‘ He asked as if he didn’t hear your previous statement, not liking being ignored.

‘‘No reason, seriously.’‘ You asnwered this time, but it only left his unsatisfied, wanting to know more.

‘‘That’s a lie, s/o-chin. Talk to me.’‘ He whined like a child and sat next to you on the floor, in front of the window, which showed you empty streets and a clear, blue sky, which perfectly imitated how you were feeling. Empty.

‘‘Sometimes people are sad, just like that, there’s no real reason, but it doesn’t mean that it’s not important. I just feel a little down today, you can leave if you want. I don’t want to burden you.’‘ You knew your boyfriend very well. He was bright and could be very clever when he wanted to, but there were things he just wasn’t aware of and simply didn’t care.

‘‘You don’t burden me. I want to stay and make you feel better somehow.’‘ Murasakibara replied, his body a little closer to yours, so you could smell his candy scent, which was more comforting that you could ever imagine.

‘‘It’s not that easy, Atsu.’‘ Your sudden and quiet laugh, sounded more depressing than you wanted it to, but it was just so hard to be happy, when everything just felt so wrong.

‘‘Okay, but let me stay, alright? We can just be here for each other, do nothing and cuddle.’‘ He stated and immediately enveloped you in his long arms after seeing you nod to his proposition. ‘‘I will stay here until you are happy again - and if you never are, I will still be here.’‘ He kissed the skin of your neck, squeezing you tightly in his embrace, shielding you from the world. And in that exact moment you knew that eventually, everything will be just fine.

Originally posted by ballisticscenarios