you should see how he looks now

bin-of-gayness  asked:

Another prompt, sorry I’m sending you another one but I just thought of this, Keith listening to Lance and Allura’s Allurance moment over the comms in the new defender and getting hurt and jealous because he thinks Lance is replacing him or something??

Hey so I’m not going to do exactly this prompt, but I like the idea of Keith noticing Lance and Allura growing closer, so he starts to feel sad and insecure about potentially losing what small chance he had with Lance. So here’s that!


Keith pilots his ship into the caste’s hangar with the adrenaline of their recent fight still coursing through his veins. His uneasiness over his near-death experience has been temporarily forgotten as he prepares himself to see his friends again. He knows they’re alive, but he won’t feel calm until he can see them with his own eyes. Touch them. Hear their voices without the aid of communicators.

Keith fumbles with his seat belt before he launches himself out of the ship and into the castle’s halls. He still remembers its complicated layout like he was here yesterday. His heavy footfalls clang against the metal floor. 

He reaches the armoury at the same time as the other paladins. Shirt has ripped and is almost back in his civvies. Hunk is giving Pidge a congratulatory pat on the shoulder.

“Hey…”

But Keith is cut off by the sounds of whooping echoing through the halls. Allura jogs into the room and Lance sprints in from the other side.

“Allura!” He calls. Even underneath his helmet his brilliant smile is visible. Allura laughs and prepares herself.

Lance whips her up into his arms, spinning her around and laughing. She clings tightly to his neck and kicks out her feet.

“You did so well!” Lance slows down and starts to slowly set Allura’s feet on the ground. He continue to hold onto her waist as she removes her helmet. A few strands of hair have been loosened from her bun, but she otherwise looks perfect.

“I knew you could do it! Didn’t I say? Aren’t I always right?” Lance moves his hands to Alura’s shoulders and shakes her good naturedly. Allura laughs and reaches out remove Lance’s helmet for him. 

“Well I couldn’t have done it without you.” She smiles. Lance flushes.

“Aw nah, that was all you I promise.” He nervously rubs behind his neck.

“Even so, Lance…” Allura steps closer and passes him his helmet. Their fingers touch when Lance takes it.

“Thank you.” Allura says seriously. “For believing in me.”

Lance blinks. He’s surprised at the Princess’ gratitude, and isn’t sure how to respond. His open mouth quickly slips into an easy smile. 

“You’re amazing, Allura. I’ll never doubt you for a second.” His voice is low and intimate.

Allura’s cheeks grow dark. She forces Lance’s helmet into his grip and quickly lets go. 

“R…right well uh…” She stammers. Lance laughs and scoops her into a big hug before she can protest. Allura stiffens, then relaxes into the embrace. 

“I knew Blue chose the right person.” Lance sighs. Allura grips Lance tighter.

“My father would definitely approve of you, Lance.” She smiles and the two begin to separate. The air between them is warm.

Keith’s gut feels icy. He stares, transfixed on the spot. He can’t bring himself to emerge from the shadows.

Allura coughs. Lance casts his eyes down.

“We need to get ready…”

“Yes, the Blades of Marmara will be docking soon so…” Allura’s eyes flit sideways and she does a double take as she makes out a figure in the shadows. She jumps slightly, then relaxes when she realises who it is.

“Keith?”

The room falls silent. Everyone’s eyes move over to where Keith hangs in the dark. His hood is still up, but his face is exposed. He holds up a weak hand in a wave.

“Uh… h…hey,” He steps into the room. Lance lights up. Keith hates how it makes his stomach flutter. 

“Keith! How long…?”

“Guys, Kolivan and Captain Olia have docked. We need to meet them in the common room in five.” Shiro announces. Everyone starts to file out of the room, except for Lance. When Keith moves past, Lance reaches out and tugs him back to his side. 

“We’ll catch up in a bit.” Lance calls. Shiro nods and continues to move out.

When the room has grown quiet, Lance turns to Keith with a beaming smile.

“Hey man! How are you?”

Keith stares at him with a skeptical glare.

“You kept me behind for that?” 

C’mon, I know as soon as we walk through these doors you’re going to get swept up in blades junk and it’s gonna be all ‘Lotor this’ and ‘Knowledge or death’ that.” Lance talks animatedly with his arms. It makes Keith smile.

“I’m fine.” He sighs.

“Yeah? We appreciated your cannon work out there. Some real nice shots.” Lance punches him in the bicep. “Though of course, I think you should leave the shooting to the best shot next time, ok?” He winks. Keith rolls his eyes with a grin.

“Sure thing. Though it looked like you had your hands full.” Keith chuckles. “Wandering into that mine field and all.”

“Hey, hey I’m just an arm now!” Lance holds up his hands defensively. “And oh man! Did you see how Allura froze them all! Man it was so easy once she…”

“She’s really great.” Keith interrupts suddenly. Lance is taken aback.

He stares at Keith’s unreadable expression. He looks calculatingly calm. Like he’s intentionally trying to look blank. 

“Hey…” Lance steps forward. “You ok?”

“Fine.” Keith sighs. Lance’s eyebrows scrunch together.

“Are you… listen if you’re jealous because Allura has cooler moves than you…”

“She doesn’t have…”

“Just come back. If you wanna be a big hero again, just come back.” Lance states. Frustration taints his words. Keith shakes his head.

“That’s not it. I’m sorry. You two….” He closes his eyes and steals himself. He relaxes into a sad smile.

“You two make a good team.” He states.

The words sink in Lance’s stomach. Keith goes to move past him, but Lance’s grip is on him again. He almost loses his sense of balance as he is yanked into a crushing embrace. Lance’s breath is warm on his ear.

“Hey,” Lance speaks quietly. His grip on Keith is bruising, but Keith doesn’t pull away. Instead his nails begin to dig into the soft body suit Lance wears underneath his armour.

“I’m your right hand man. Don’t forget that.” 

Keith nods. He doesn’t dare to open his mouth out of fear of all the confessions that may come pouring out. 

Anti Hero (pt. 6)

Part 5

Anti’s back hits the wall, and that wild spark inside of him flares up in fear at being cornered. At being alone. And whose fault is that?

He throws a knife at Google’s shoulder and misses by inches, ducks Dark’s punch, and glitches behind them. Another knife in hand, he slashes at Dark’s back, but Dark’s aura twists the blade from Anti’s fingers and shoves him to the floor. Google slams the heel of his foot into Anti’s sternum, knocking the breath from the glitch’s lungs. Anti blinks tears from his eyes and glitches out of the way of another attack, but he can only manage a few inches.

And then he’s back in Dark’s clutches. His aura surrounds Anti’s head, filling his mind with poisonous thoughts, but Anti escapes again. His back is against the door when it suddenly slides open, and Anti falls backwards and out.

He’s so stunned that it takes him a moment to glitch to his feet, and he comes face to face with the person who let him out.

Oliver.

Anti jumps back, but Oliver hardly reacts. He just stares at him, at the knife in Anti’s hand. Sudden dread nearly takes Anti’s sanity from him as he sees what Oliver expects him to do, what Oliver is daring him to do. If you don’t care about me, prove it.

“Oliver!” Google moves quickly, but Oliver moves faster to shut his brother and Dark inside the containment field of Anti’s cell. Google slams his fists against the door, screaming something, but Oliver has muted them as well. He’s waiting.

“Well, go ahead,” Oliver says softly. “Here’s your chance.” His eyes flash yellow. “Rid the world of a useless piece of equipment.”

Anti grips the knife, dumbfounded. The Author’s influence reaches for him again, and this time, Anti is unable to shrug it off. This time the Author is pulling the strings. The message is clear: they can’t suspect anything.

So Anti darts forward, the knife flashing through the air like lightning. Google splits his skin open smashing his fists into the door. Dark’s aura floods the cell with shadow, and Anti sinks the blade into the center of Oliver’s chest just as the Host bursts into the room.

Anti feels a jerk on his strings, and suddenly the room around him melts away. He’s in his attic space again as the glitches fade from his vision. Anti stands there a moment, frozen, grease on his fingers and ringing in his ears. Did he really do what he thinks he just did? No, no—not to Ollie. Not his friend.

Anti glitches again, trying to go back, but he’s dragged back to his attic by the Author’s words. He cannot leave.

“Y̨̳͇̰o̵̜̹̙͙͙̪̞u̡̫̥͉͚̰̬̙ ̟p͇̝̯̙̼̣r̥̫̱o͉̥͓m̤̼͉͍̘̲͎i̷̤͈̖̗s̤̗̬͓e̥̪͡d̨͙̠̣̭!͕͔̞̞ ͠Y̷̥ou̡͓͍̰̤̣̯ ̙̦̲͕͜p̬̬̘r͖̰͔̠͢ͅǫ͖̙m̘̱̟͇͉̹į͙̠̹̟̺̜͓s̺̘̘͡ẹ̦͎̣͇̩͠d ̛͈̣̳m̜̼̘̲̤ͅe͏͇̺̝̫ͅ ̤͎ͅt̨̗̯̯͍̜h͚a͎̞̣͎t ̩̞y̝̼͇o̧̺͇͇̯̺̻u̵̝͈͓ͅ ̗̖͔̠͚̯̺w̶͓̦o͇̫̹͖u̶͓̥̳̮̱̠̫l̺̱̞̭̫͈d̴̮̪̮n͓̭̻̝͘'t͖̳̟̮ ̵h̞̭̥̣͉̕ur̞̤̙͇̠̙͇̕ṭ̳ ͇͚̪̱̣̫̲h̘̫̬͞i̷m̪͈!̶͎̘ͅ” Anti screams at the dusty air.

“And Hitler promised that he wouldn’t invade Czechoslovakia, but we see how that turned out,” Author says coolly, leaning against the wall like nothing has happened, like Anti’s world hasn’t just crashed down around him. “You should be thanking me. There’s nothing left there for you now, and you have the future to look forward to.”

Anti manifests another knife in his hands and glitches chest to chest with the Author before growling, “You’ve forgotten one thing in all of this, though, Author. With Ollie gone, y̯͔͕̱̝o̖̖̱͕̤͕͘u͏̱͎̮͉̭̮̦'̞̠v̢͇̯è̖͎͎͖ ̙̣̮lo̭̹̘͙͍̳s̷͈̯̱̭̦̠t̩͉͚ͅ ̳̲̲̬ỳ̬̞̳̬͕͓̩o̸̫͈̝̱͎ur ͈͕̝̘͙͍̕c̟͓o̗͓͞n̬̲̣̯͍t̝̩̗͔̳̫͕r̰͡o͍̗̖̖l o͏͚͔̝̳̳v̗̻͞e͈̹̤̣͎r͟ͅ ̣m̥̩͕̬̤͕̣e͟.”

The Author smiles and leans just an inch closer so that Anti is forced to move back. “But he’s not gone, not yet. Not as long as I say he’s not.”

Anti’s heart twists up inside of his chest to the point that he glitches uncontrollably, until he’s on his hands and knees and staring at the floor blankly. The Author steps away from him to admire some of his carved wooden figures all lined up on a bookshelf. “We’ve still got work to do, Anti, and until the time comes that you can no longer be of use to me, the little yellow bot stays.” Author smirks and inspects a little wooden otter fondly.

“After all, Anti, I’m a man of my word.”

i say “i’m seeing a therapist” and he takes a step backwards. why he wants to know. what happened. what made me like this, basically. what was the final step that pushed me safely into the side of scary people like them.

there’s a lot i think about. like how my illnesses effect me outside of the actual symptoms. like beyond the weight there’s a second river to drown in.

i mean we don’t talk about having to stare at employment papers where they ask you to self-identify your problems. that little bead of sweat that forms when you worry - what if i don’t tell them and i need help? what if i tell them and they think i’m a risk factor? what if they won’t give me the job?

we don’t talk about the way some people act when they find out. the ones who are rude about it are one thing. but then there’s those people you thought were your friends who act like you just told them you’re infectious. who become weird and distant and suspicious like a switch flipped. like if they get to close to you, you’ll give it to them.

we learn to be okay with things we overhear on the bus but we never get used to it coming out of the mouth of the people we love. we carry this secret with us like a rotted fruit, clutching it to our bodies. we’re ashamed of our scars in front of our boss. we don’t talk about our panic attacks during lunch breaks. when the cop pulls you over “i’m disassociating” isn’t an excuse we can open the page on. when you watch people make these ranting posts about how real friends always text back, how if someone loves you, they’ll find the time to spend. success stories make other people cry with inspiration while some part of your brain is saying you can’t do that, you’re not like them. things are uglier at the bottom. you can’t explain why you can’t just make friends. you can’t write because you’re depressed but when you’re depressed you write best. you can’t eat today and no don’t ask why please. nevermind taking the train. never mind trying to be happy. never mind reading books and watching movies and wondering where exactly are people like you in hero stories. i watch a video where a man tells me that being depressed is just a mindset. when i wear all black someone remarks i look particularly emo today. it’s 2017 does anyone say emo anymore, i ask her, and she laughs, “you just look like one of those fake-depressed girls.” okay.  

i don’t tell him my therapist is actually why things don’t happen anymore. why i’m getting a handle on it. my tongue feels swollen. i feel embarrassed talking about it. in the highest twist of irony, i think of how many people know my problems anonymously on the internet. i almost spill out all my troubles onto him. instead i tell him it’s just a precaution. that i think everyone should really see a therapist, they’re brain mechanics and we all need a tune-up now and then. he relaxes.

okay. okay. i’m sorry i’m one of them.

Imagine Mary realizing both of her sons, Sam and Dean, are in love with the same girl, you.

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

Originally posted by soluscheese

“Morning.” Sam mumbled as he walked into the kitchen and saw you, Mary and Castiel there, you still cooking the pancakes and her setting everything else up for breakfast with Castiel’s help.

“Morning sweetie.” Mary smiled up at him as he leaned down to kiss her cheek before he turned to take a good look at you.

“Wow” he breathed out and you looked at him for a second before in the end giggling as you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“What?” you asked, looking up at the older man as he blinked rapidly, staring at you almost awestruck. You glanced at his mother that was still there but luckily was not looking at the two of you.

“You just- I never thought you’d look this good in my clothes.” he said with an adorable dimpled smile as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

You laughed looking back at the food, after glancing down at yourself for a moment. You weren’t in the mood for trying really hard so along with the messy hair you had stolen one of Sam’s flannels that could work as a dress for you and wore it. It was a nice chance compared to you wearing always Dean’s shirts. There was something similar in this, both their clothes made you feel at peace, they had a certain scent to them that brought the same kind of comfort their hugs did but at the same time that scent was so different. And it reminded you instantly of whose clothes you were wearing.

“Thanks” you bit your lip, opting to look only at the pancakes as you felt your cheeks heat up. You had a soft spot for the younger Winchester, you couldn’t deny that, you were really close and had many things in common. He was sweet and kind, gentle and caring. You knew that when you needed to talk to someone he would always be there for you. You were like a little sister to him, as far as you knew at least, even if for you he meant a lot more than just family. But you weren’t going to do something to risk what you had, you’d much rather bottle up your feelings than ruin all of this.

Besides, he wasn’t the only one involved in all of this.

“But- if you want it back I could give it. I’m sorry I didn’t ask I just- it looked too comfy and I-” you started rambling, trying to find an excuse for yourself but he shook his head.

“No, no no!” he said a little too fast and you bit your lip at his reaction “By all means-” he breathed out “-You can keep it, it looks better on you anyway.” he said adorably and you grinned.

“Thank you Sammy.” you stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, making his smile even wider.

“So- what do you want with your pancakes, you didn’t tell me?” you asked and he paused in thought for a moment.

“Uhm I think I’ll go with some eggs today.” he paused in thought.

“Do you want me to make them?” you asked, ready to start on them already but he shook his head with a laugh.

“No you already do enough for us.” he pecked your forehead “I’ll do that myself.” he winked and started working on them next to you as you still laughed and chatted happily.

“You know I love taking care of you anyway.” you mumbled with a shy shrug and he smiled warmly.

“Yes, and I know it. But it’s not bad if you take a break once in a while and let us do all the work.” he said matter of factlyand you just shrugged “You know you deserve it.”

“Not as much as you guys do honestly I-” you shook your head, flipping another pancake.

“Dare you complete that sentence.” it was Dean’s stern voice but the moment you looked at him he had a small smile on. You sighed, knowing you weren’t going to win this fight against both of them so you just shook your head.

Oh and he also happened to be the other person involved.

“Morning guys.” he greeted as he kissed Mary and came towards you, not missing a chance to wrap his arms around your waist.

A small squeak left your lips as he pressed his body against yours and you both chuckled in the end as he kissed the back of your head “Damn smells amazing.” he breathed out as he looked over at the pancakes.

“Thought you’d like them, and in case you are not really into pancakes today I made some cherry pie for you.” you smirked and he looked at you with a wide grin.

“Gosh” he breathed out with wide eyes that made him look like a little kid on Christmas day “Marry me!” he grinned and you laughed.

“You’d have to take me out first, Winchester!” you said as you heard him laugh as he squeezed you, burying his face in your hair.

“Anytime princess.” he mumbled, nuzzling his face before in the end he leaned down and kissed your neck.

You giggled as his morning scruff tickled you and you turned your head to peck his cheek, making him smile down at you. It felt so refreshing to see him like this. It has been such a long while since you saw Dean so carefree.

Of course you had gotten the chance to see him relax sometimes, when it was just the two of you and he’d let loose, but those moments were rare. It mostly was you holding him as you either sat in silence or he talked to you about a nightmare- or whatever was worrying him at the moment.

Your relationship with Dean was different from that of Sam. While with Sam you were all playful, most of the time, and acted all cute together: watching movies, reading books and talking about all kinds of nerdy stuff your relationship with Dean was more contact and less words. You’d spent many nights in each other’s rooms just holding each other, gazing into each other’s eyes like some love-sick couple – well you were love sick you couldn’t deny it at least to yourself – and only sometimes talking. Dean wasn’t really a man of words so when it came to just the two of you he talked about only the things that troubled him. But even the few words were enough for you to get a look into his world. Heck, the mere fact that he trusted you with his thoughts and feelings was enough to let you know how important you were to him.

Of course there were serious moments with Sam as well, he too trusted you with his worries as well, and as that there were funny moments with Dean. Both brothers were very similar but at the same time your relationship with each of them was completely different. Each one of them completed a side of you that in returned completed them as well.

“Hey you two-” Sam’s voice got Dean’s attention. You looked at him to, luckily, see he had a small smile on his face “You’re not alone alright?”

“Sadly” Dean added and you giggled as Sam shot him a bitch-face.

“Why don’t you prove yourself useful and and prepare some bacon huh?” Sam obviously found an excuse to get him away from you.

“Oooh yes, love me some bacon!” Dean said with a glint in his eyes and you chuckled at how childish he was being.

“But first-” he said cupping your face as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, his lips much like Sam’s previously lingered a little longer than they should have. He looked down into your eyes, exactly like Sam had done, and offered you one last gentle smile before going back to playful him and started working on his bacon.

The three of you still talked and laughed as you had each Winchester on each side of you. Her sons’ laughter caught Mary’s attention and this time she took a real good look at the three of you. For a second she smiled fondly at how childlike you were all being, happy that her kids looked so carefree around you, but when realization downed on her hersmile faded away.

“Mary?” Castiel’s low voice caught her attention as she looked at the angel.

“Are you alright?” he asked with a small frown.

“Should I be Castiel?” she sighed sadly “I mean, how can I even be? At first I was happy about Dean but now- seeing this-Knowing that my one son’s happiness depends on the other’s grief- how can I be happy?”

“What- what do you mean?” Castiel frowned with a tilt of his head and she looked from the three of you to him.

“I thought seeing my sons fall in love would be something great. I just didn’t know it was going to be with the same girl.”

— aquiver | 01 (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing— min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings— mature themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language
words— 10,110

:: summary— Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…

note— inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the main character’s past occupation haha

» 01 :: 02 :: 03 :: 04 :: 05 :: 06 ::

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Sexting (Jimin smut)

Originally posted by minblush


Summary: On a lonely night, you decide to sign up for an anonymous sexting site. Of course you are matched with the notorious fuckboy you’re constantly trying to avoid. Park fucking Jimin.

Themes: Sexting, Fuckboy Jimin, College AU.

Pairing: You x Jimin

Word Count: 4k

This fic contains: Explicit and graphic depictions of smut, sex over the phone, swearing. 


ENTER USERNAME:

Cleopatra123

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?

Male/Female

WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

I’d rather not say/enter here:

WHAT ARE YOU INTERESTED IN?

Decent conversation/making friends/finding a language buddy/other

PLEASE INDICATE YOUR AGE PREFERANCE:

19-24

CLICK ‘CHAT’ TO BE MATCHED WITH A PARTNER!

YOU HAVE BEEN MATCHED WITH ‘THOR562’.

THOR562: 21 years old- Seoul, South Korea- also interested in ‘other’.

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Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor

Originally posted by evaalterrr

omg i got so excited at it i can’t even….. ugh. not only because i got an another request but also because this is an amazing idea and i’m in love with this, i think i need to change some things that were a little unclear to me but i hope you will like it anyway

sorry if it’s too short to your liking, & please let me know what you think
REQUESTS ARE  O P E N

PART TWO


[Y/N] was a pretty 15 year old girl, who liked spending her free time in her dad’s work. Jim Gordon’s work. She’d go there everyday after school.


She wanted to work at the GCPD in the future, not as a cop, but as a doctor, just like Doctor Leslie Thompkins. [Y/N] was a very smart girl, so everybody believed she would accomplish her goal.

[Y/N] enjoyed being with Doctor Lee, and as you may wonder, Doctor Lee enjoyed being with [Y/N]. She reminded her of herself when she was younger, so she was happy to answer any questions this sweet girl had.

“Harvey! Do you know where Doctor Thompkins is?" 

[Y/N]’s been looking for her, she wanted to watch her work, as always. At first she wasn’t sure if that’s okay with her but she said she enjoys her company, much to [Y/N]’s joy.

"I don’t know, kiddo, check the morgue.” Answered busy Harvey Dent petting her on the head and walking away.

[Y/N] was walking to the morgue as she heard two cops talking about Jerome Valeska. They didn’t have a chance to meet but she saw him, that day when they found his dead mother. Dead because of him.  

His cult was trying to bring him back from the dead…

“Can you believe he’s lying in the morgue right now with no face on?!”

“Shut up, this is disgusting.”

[Y/N] could agree on that. It seriously gave her chills.

But still, it didn’t change the fact she wanted to see how he looked now. She would never admit it to anyone, but she thought he was kinda cute. When he had a face and was still breathing, though.

[Y/N] entered the room humming a song she always does.  

“Doctor Le–” she stopped dead in her tracks.

Before her, Lee Thompkins sitting on a table, tied up, looking over her should to see who just came in, worry filled her eyes as she noticed it’s [Y/N]. And there it was Jerome Valeska, standing across from Doctor Lee, his face all bloody and bandaged smiling widely at [Y/N]. He was wearing something very skin-tight…

“Hi there. Care to join us, Sweetheart?” Jerome walked towards her.

Now as he took a better look at her, he noticed she looked younger than him.

“Don’t cha a little too young to work here?”

[Y/N] only shrugged and gulped as he started to tie her up and told her to sit beside Lee.

They looked at each other, Lee’s gaze looked like it was asking her “Why did you have to come here exactly right now?!”

Jerome not interested in Lee anymore, moved to kneel before the pretty girl and looked into her eyes.

“Do you know where is my face, Precious?”

She stared at him. “Yeah… I heard Dwight took it and that he wears it like a mask..” She made a disgusted face.

Jerome exhaled deeply. “At least he’s a handsome fella now.”

[Y/N] cracked a small smile trying not to giggle. She didn’t want Doctor Lee to think she’s stupid.

Jerome glanced back at Lee and then back to [Y/N] and cupped her cheek. 

“Now tell me, what exactly are you doing here?  You can’t possibly be working here, you look young. How old are you anyway, Sweet Cheeks?”

“Umm..” She was unsure if she should tell him but he had something in his eyes that screamed “tell me all about you!”

“I don’t work here, I’m 15 years old. My dad is working here.”

“Don’t tell him that [Y/N]!”

“[Y/N]? Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He smirked and reached for something to gag Doctor Lee. “Who’s your dad? I’m dying to know.”

“James Gordon.”

He started laughing like crazy. “James Gordon! I can’t believe it! And Doctor here is still talking to you after what your father has done to her poor husband?” He burst in another laugh.

[Y/N] wanted to defend her dad but she knew there was no point.

“Ohhh you’re coming with me, Gorgeous! You’re too fun to be left here!” He started to untie her.

And she left with him. Just like that.

Doctor Lee waited for someone to rescue her, they needed to find [Y/N]. They needed to find Jerome.

But she could’t stop thinking about that one thing  that was still disturbing her.

The adoration in young girl’s eyes when she looked at the Ginger.

psa to all hollanders!!

please tell me that tom did not get a mole removed because people were saying shit about it? please please please tell me that we are not the fandom that makes their idol PHYSICALLY CHANGE something about them because we “don’t like it” or “hah it’s a meme now”. this is so fucked up.

the frog bullshit has to end NOW. it’s not funny. it’s not a meme. it’s not friendly banter. it’s offensive. it’s bullying. and it’s sure as hell not something fans should be doing.

people shouldn’t have to change the way they were born because you “it looks funny”. he said in an interview that he was relatively self confident. so who the FUCK are we to try and tear him down. he’s perfectly fine with how he looks, and for some of you to make fun of it is just awful.

if i see another frog meme joke about tom, i’m reporting your blog; idc if i follow/love your account, this needs to end.

BTS React to gf stealing/wearing their boxers

@keulla:  Hi would you like to make BTS reaction to their gf likes to wear boxer (either its theirs or she buy it herself)? It’ll will be fluff or smut is up to you^^

Thank you for the request love, and sorry for the Hiatus/Wait. I miss doing these, so while I don’t feel 100% I’m still going to put in some effort. :) Hope you guys understand. 


Namjoon:

He thinks it’s cute, and seeing you walk around his bedroom clad only in his boxers and one of his oversized t-shirts is something he’ll never take for granted. 

Now, that doesn’t mean it’s what he prefers to see you in. You know exactly what he prefers to see you in:

“Baby, you’be been wearing those boxers a lot lately, why don’t you wear something a little sexier, huh?”

“I really want you to put on something dirty for me. C’mon, treat me right.”

Originally posted by bangthebae

Jungkook:

He is obsessed

He doesn’t even care that you literally stole them, not asking for a pair directly. Which in itself shows you how much he likes the image. Jungkook doesn’t share cloths. 

Would want you to model for him a little bit, so he can take some pics for those long nights on the road. 

“Please, it’s the least you can do since you stole them.”

“Don’t you feel a little bit bad about being a theif? This is how you can make it up to me.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Taehyung:

Okay, but you waking up in the early morning after a great night of just spending time together and sex? Yes. You not being able to locate your own cloths bc you and Tae literally tore the clothes off of each other? Yes. You giving up after looking for 0.3 seconds and just pulling on the silken pair strewn onto the floor? Hell yes. 

Imagine him waking up bc you’re not there to cuddle, groggily reaching out for you, irritated that you’re not there, slowly pulling himself up out of bed and seeing you in them for the first time.

Boy is dumbstuck you look so good. 

“Ahh, jagi it’s too early to get out of bed, don’t you think?” His eyes are so dark, the longing in them off the fucking charts. 

He would push the sheets off of him, palming himself while not once taking his eyes off of you. 

“Seeing you in those. I really wanna fuck you.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jin:

He would wonder for weeks where his boxers had gone too. When he finds out that the culprit is you, he is a little bit miffed. 

“Those are designer!”

“I never even suspected you! I blamed Joon because he never washes his cloths and always trys to bum!”

“Now I’m going to have to apologize. Do you know how much I hate not being right?”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

J Hope:

You honestly think he can take in the sight of you wearing just his boxers and not throw you over his shoulder? take you to the bedroom? and fuck you so hard you have trouble remembering your own name?

You make a point to steal a couple more pairs, using them to tease him and test his limits. 

You even wear them under your jeans sometimes, bending over that little bit so your waistband rides down and he gets a peak. 

“You’re a menace, sweetheart.”

“Being a tease isn’t very nice. Gotta teach you a lesson huh?”

Jimin:

It becomes a regular thing, because lets face it, Jimin thinks you look best when you’re wearing his clothes. 

“You wearing them tonight?”

“You should, I like seeing you in them.”

“If you do, I’ll be extra sweet to you, yeah?”

It makes the possessive part of him immensely pleased. 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Yoongi:

“This is a problem, babe.”

“Now I get turned on whenever I see my own boxers! It’s like pavlovs dog.”

“How am I supposed to deal with all of these random boners?”

“This is your fault, take responsibility!”

Originally posted by jinje-reactions

Top 10 reasons to read Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

#1 Dr. Jesper Fahey

“Why is he looking at me this way.” (Kuwei)

“Kaz is wondering if he should keep you alive,” said Jesper. “Terrible for the nerves. I recommend deep breathing. Maybe a tonic.”


#2 True Friendship

“Are you hungry? We have chocolate biscuits.” (Nina to Inej)

“Oh sure,” said Jesper. “She gets the cookie hoard.”

OR

“I’d tell you to ask the White Blade, but…” Inej shrugged. 

“I hope she suffered.” 

“Nina.” 

“What? We can’t both be merciful and serene.”

OR

"You’ve saved my life. I’ve saved yours.” 

“I think you’re ahead on that count.” 

“No, I don’t mean in the big ways.” Nina’s eyes took them all in. “I mean the little rescues. Laughing at my jokes. Forgiving me when I was foolish. Never trying to make me feel small. It doesn’t matter if it’s next month, or next year, or ten years from now, those will be the things I remember when I see you again.”


#3 The student becomes the teacher

“Wylan Van Eck, you lied to Kaz Brekker.” Jesper clutched a hand to his chest. “And you got away with it! Do you give lessons?”


#4 Mature and responsible adults

"I have been very patient with all of this, Jesper, but I am at my limit. I want you down here before I count ten or I will tan your hide so you don’t sit for two weeks.” Colm’s head vanished back down the stairs.

The silence stretched. Then Nina giggled. “You are in so much trouble.”

Jesper scowled. “Matthias, Nina let Cornelis Smeet grope her bottom.”

Nina stopped laughing. “I am going to turn your teeth inside out.”

“That is physically impossible.”


#5 Once again  Kaz being the bastard of the Barrel, the demon full of tricks, the mad man everyone feared  a 17 year old with a crush

His eyes scanned her face as they always had, closely, hungrily, snatching at the details of her like the thief he was—the even set of her dark brows, the rich brown of her eyes, the upward tilt of her lips. He didn’t deserve peace and he didn’t deserve forgiveness, but if he was going to die today, maybe the one thing he’d earned was the memory of her—brighter than anything he would ever have a right to—to take with him to the other side.

OR

She smiled then, her eyes red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he mightdie to earn again.

OR

Inej laughed, her hood falling back from her hair. “That’s the laugh,” he murmured.


#6 Grisha characters cameo

Kaz’s eyes narrowed. “Sturmhond.”

“He knows me!” Sturmhond said delightedly. He nudged Genya with an elbow. “I told you I’m famous.”

Zoya blew out an exasperated breath. “Thank you. He’s going to be twice as insufferable now.”


#7 Jealous?! Me?! Never!

Kuwei turned to Jesper. “You should visit me in Ravka. We could learn to use our powers together.”

“How about I push you in the canal and we see if you know how to swim?” Wylan said with a very passable imitation of Kaz’s glare.


#8 True love understands

“You’re better than waffles, Matthias Helvar.”

A small smile curled the Fjerdan’s lips. “Let’s not say things we don’t mean, my love.”

#9  I’m not crying. You are!

“I would come for you,” he said, and when he saw the wary look she shot him, he said it again. “I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together—knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.”


#10 Nice and peaceful things

"Genya Safin knows poisons like no one else, and David Kostyk developed all kinds of new weapons for King Nikolai.” She glanced at Matthias. “And other things too! Nice things. Very peaceful.”

Teen Wolf Preference - Fake Dating

DEREK HALE

Derek couldn’t believe you had convinced him into doing this.

“You want me to what?” he’d asked, not sure if he’d heard you correctly.  

“I just need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for this event since… I kinda already told everyone that you’re my boyfriend and you were coming. There’ll be free food and alcohol and you won’t even have to talk to many people!”

This had naturally intrigued Derek but there had been something that he couldn’t help but ask you.

“Really? You picked me for your big fake boyfriend plan? You know I don’t… get along well with people around here. Why not Parrish?”

Derek could see Parrish pulling up now at the event in his police uniform. Parrish wasn’t a bad guy but Derek couldn’t help but clench his fists at the sight of him. He wasn’t one to get jealous easily but this guy just put his teeth on edge.

“Shit! Parrish! Why didn’t I think of that?” you’d said angrily, shaking your head, “well, it’s too late. Will you just please go with me, Derek? It’s just one night. We can fake break up the next day.”

Derek had then thought for a moment, making sure to avoid your eye. You had a particular pleading look that you often gave him that made it hard for him to ever say no to you. But he couldn’t resist and looked at you, and it was then that he decided that he was going to be a part of your fake dating charade and he was going to be the best fake date there ever was.

“You came!”

Derek was pulled out of his trance, turning to see you hurrying towards him with a grin on your face.

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

You shook your head, “I just wasn’t sure. Wow, you look really good, you should wear suits more often.”

“I always look good,” he offered his hand, smiling a little as you took it. Your hand was so tiny compared to his. “You don’t look too bad either.”

That was an understatement. Derek always thought you looked gorgeous but right now, he was so blown away by how beautiful you looked that he had to remind himself to breathe.

Gee, thanks. We’re running a bit behind – I’d planned to have at least 2 drinks by now.”

The event was in full swing and Derek felt like he was in high school again. First of all, the event was being held in the school’s hall as the community one was under construction and second of all, he found himself watching protectively over you as he heard several greasy men comment on how good you looked.

“I was wondering when the two of you were going to get together,” Jordan Parrish congratulated the two of you, avoiding Derek’s intimidating stare, “all (Y/N) ever talked about was ‘how hot Derek is’.”

Your eyes widened, taking a rather large sip of your drink as you elbowed Jordan ‘playfully’.

“I did not!”

All throughout the night people had approached you and Derek and gave similar comments (minus the snarky one Jordan gave), saying that they’d seen the two of you out on dates and were wondering when you were going to call it official. In all honesty, neither you or Derek had considered your outings to be dates but now that he was thinking back on it, he wondered if he should start considering them as just that.

Derek proceeded to smile as Jordan winced from the hit you gave him, “well, it was a surprise to me actually. I had always thought the two of you were going to get together.”

“Nah, (Y/N) has only ever had eyes for you!” Jordan glanced at your now nearly empty glass, “want a refill?”

“God, yes please. I’m gonna be needing something heavier at this rate.”

“Completely agree with you.” and with a wink, Jordan disappeared back through the crowd towards the bar and Derek shifted his focus back to you.

“I feel a bit stupid for being jealous of him now,” he admitted, smelling the embarrassment on you which only caused his smile to widen more. Derek honestly couldn’t remember smiling this much since he was a teenager and it turned out a lot of people at the event were being a lot kinder to him because of it.

“Yeah, well, I picked you as my fake boyfriend for a reason. It’s believable and everyone seems to already think it was happening.”

You wished Jordan would hurry up with that drink.

Derek could hear your heart racing and you glanced up at him, something seeming to occur to you as a surprised expression dawned on your face.

“Holy shit – you don’t actually like me, do you?”

He leaned closer to you, his grin seeming rather wolfish now.

“By the sounds of it,” he pointed to your heart, “you feel the same way.”

Derek was now the one taken aback as very quickly, you closed the gap between the two of you and pressed a hard kiss against his lips.

“Stupid werewolf powers.” Was all you said as a low growl came from the back of Derek’s throat, Jordan now walking up from behind you with drinks in his hand. Derek wanted to desperately kiss you just a little longer but as his eyes met briefly with yours, he knew the whole dating charade was going to become a lot more realistic and there was going to be endless amount of time to kiss you.


ISAAC LAHEY

“Sorry man. You probably won’t have a lot to contribute to the conversation considering you’ve never had a girlfriend,” Stiles teased for what felt like the millionth time as he and Isaac stood by the lockers waiting for the rest of the group to arrive.

Stiles had just asked him for advice for an upcoming date but then took it back quickly saying he probably would just ask Scott about it in the car. A low growl escaped Isaac’s lips as he tried to remind himself that Stiles just wasn’t worth it as the idiot seemed to get off on annoying him. And unfortunately, it was working and sometimes Isaac was just a bit impulsive.

“Well, not one that you know of.”

Stiles’s eyebrow quirked up and a Grinch like smile came across his face, wondering if he was hearing this right.

“A girlfriend in fourth grade doesn’t count,” he reminded and Isaac’s hands balled into fists.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it.” Because it isn’t real, Isaac thought.

Stiles nodded, “oh, yeah right, sure, sure.”

The tone in his voice was enough for Isaac to glance around and see you and Lydia walking in the opposite direction of where he was standing. You and Isaac weren’t close but you got along like a house on fire, regularly working together on pack ‘missions’ or sometimes you just studied together in the library. He’d been asked several times if he was interested in you, all those times he just shrugged as an answer but if anyone was to believe he was dating someone, you would be a good candidate.

“(Y/N),” Isaac said, “(Y/N) and I have been dating.”

Stiles looked as if he’d just discovered gold.

“(Y/N)? You want me to believe that? She’s way out of your league!” and then he was shouting, “(Y/N)! Are you and Isaac dating?”

Lydia and you stopped your walking, Lydia raising her eyebrows at you as you turned around slowly. Everyone in the hallway seemed to go quiet, interested in this little bit of gossip and you met with Isaac’s horrified eyes.

“Uh, yes?” was all you said before continuing on your way, Lydia beginning to smack you excitedly at discovering this information as Stiles turning back to Isaac.

“I can’t believe you weren’t just fucking with me. You should invite her to come bowling with all of us tomorrow night – Lydia will be there so she won’t feel so weird. I seriously can’t believe you landed a girlfriend like that, fuck.”

Isaac couldn’t believe that he’d landed a fake girlfriend like that either.

That night, Isaac found himself climbing into your bedroom and nearly scaring you half to death.

“What the shit?” you hissed, pausing the show you were watching, “first you say we’re dating and now you’re climbing through my window? Did I miss something?”

He smiled sheepishly, brushing off a few sticks that got caught in his sweater while trying to climb up through your window.

“Uh, I know normal people just text but I thought I should just ask you in person. I didn’t really think this through –,”

You cut him off, “yeah, I can see that.”

“But, fuck this is stupid. Stiles was being a dick and I kind of just said you were my girlfriend so he’d leave me alone. I didn’t think he’d actually, uh, ask you about it but do… you wanna go bowling with the group of us tomorrow?”

You’d always had a crush on Isaac. He was one of the first guys to ever really notice you and see you for more than just your looks and you wanted to throw one of your pillows at him and demand he take you out on a proper date because you genuinely liked him. But even though he freaked you out a bit by abruptly climbing through your window at that time of night, you couldn’t resist him.

“Fine. But before you leave, I already answered a bunch of our relationship questions to Lydia so you’ll have to learn them. And you’re paying for my shoes and games for bowling. Oh, and when we fake break up, it’ll be a mutual break up and it can’t be weird.”

You weren’t particularly eager to be out bowling with the group. You got along well with everyone and they were being overly nice to you ever since they found out you and Isaac were ‘dating’. A few times Stiles had said to you ‘really, Isaac?’ but other than that, no one really questioned it. The people in the group who were wolves didn’t even suspect that the two of you were faking the whole ordeal because they could hear how fast your heart rates were when you were around one another, which made everything much easier.

“Lydia said she invited you to come earlier in the week but you said no.” Isaac said, his arm wrapped around you rather lazily as you watched Scott get up for his first go. It felt rather natural for the two of you to be like this, having small touches here and there and sneaking each other little glances. It was comfortable and you had to remind yourself that this was all supposed to be a charade.

“Uh, did I forget to mention that I can’t bowl?”

“You know you’re up next, right?”

You nodded, “yeah, that’s why I’m just a bit nervous.”

Scott got a strike, grinning as he turned to the group who were all rolling their eyes at the unfairness of him having werewolf abilities which were a rather big help in the situation. You wished you had the abilities because you had no idea what you were about to do.

“C’mon,” Isaac helped you to your feet, picking up your ball for you and beginning to walk towards your lane.

“Seriously? What are you doing?”

He handed you the ball, smiling a little and back at the seats the two of you were already earning a few ‘awes’.

“I’ll help you, it’s the least I can do,” he handed you the ball and you held it in the hand you were most comfortable with as he began to help line you up correctly, “aren’t we just relationship goals?”

You laughed rather nervously and Isaac stood behind you, his back pressed against yours and you did your best to concentrate on your bowling but it was proving to be difficult.

“Just move sort of like… this,” he murmured into your ear and as he showed you the throwing movement the second time around, you released the ball and it went flying down the middle of the lane, hitting all the pins except one.

“Oh my god,” a grin came across your face as you turned around to Isaac who couldn’t quite believe it either, “oh my god!”

You flung your arms around his neck, kissing him excitedly and Isaac nearly fell backwards at the sudden action. Eagerly though, he kissed you back, enjoying the feeling and hoping that you’d do this every time you did well in the game.

“How come you don’t do that when I do well?” Scott asked Kira from their seats and she nudged him playfully.

Realising that you had to bowl once more and everyone was watching the two of you with stupid grins on their faces, you shyly pulled away and began to walk back to get another ball. Triumphantly, Isaac walked back to the group who might as well have been clapping for him and Lydia patted his arm.

“It’s about time the two of you got together. (Y/N) always talked about how much she liked you but you just ‘didn’t like her back’. I swear if you break her heart I’ll break you.” She smiled sweetly and Isaac, who had to admit was a little intimidated, smiled back as you successfully knocked down your final pin.

“Not planning on it, Lydia.”


LIAM DUNBAR

“I think I left my lacrosse jersey at your place,” you were startled by your ex-boyfriend who was now standing beside your locker, an annoyed look on his face as if it were you fault that he’d misplaced his belongings.

“You never took any of your lacrosse gear to my house.” You told him coolly, shutting your locker which you weren’t actually done looking in and attempting to walk away from him. To your annoyance, he followed.

“Well, if you see it then tell me,” he said and you rolled your eyes. The two of you had been broken up for 3 months, you were certain you would have come across it by now. “How’re you going anyway? Any new guys in your life?”

The last bit he said with an amused tone, causing you to clutch your bag just a bit tighter. You knew if you said no that he’d proceed to tell you the long list of girls that were in his life now – some of which were in his life while the two of you were dating.

“Yeah, believe it or not I actually have a boyfriend.”

You saw a group of guys up ahead being rather rowdy and spotted Liam Dunbar, the guy you were planning to find just earlier because he’d promised you his research notes from one of your classes.

“Oh, really? Do I know them?”

You knew you should’ve just made up a name of some guy that went to another school but because you just happened to be looking at Liam, you couldn’t help it.

“Liam.”

Your ex looked surprised, “Dunbar? Seriously?”

At that moment, Liam looked up, having been listening in on your conversation and he was just as confused too. You couldn’t believe you picked someone so obvious – and someone that was on the same team as your ex as well. You weren’t going to get away with this.

“Um… yeah?”

Liam sensed your embarrassment and excused himself from the group of friends he was talking to. It was well known that he hated your ex and any opportunity to annoy him was valuable.

“Hey babe!” he said cheerfully as he approached you, trying not to laugh at how red you went as he placed a kiss on your cheek, “everything alright here?”

Your ex, to your relief, stepped away, “everything’s fine, man. (Y/N), if you see the jersey let me know.”

When your ex was safely out of sight, you turned to Liam who had a smug smile on his face.

“How – why?” you stammered, not really sure how you’d just managed that.

“I hate that guy,” he said, “don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone we’re not really dating. We make a cute couple anyway, even if it’s fake.”

“What? Liam, you don’t have to do this. I was just being stupid.”

He shook his head, “he’s just told about 5 people that we’re dating. It’ll be fun! We can get back at that guy all while doing our assignments. It’s a win-win situation.”

And so the fake relationship began. To your surprise, you greatly benefited from the situation. Creepy guys stopped bothering you, if you ever needed to get warm Liam was perfectly fine with you just walking into his arms while he talked with some friends and you ended up making more friends of your own. Some of the seniors he hung around became protective of you and Lydia Martin, of all people, started casually talking to you and giving you advice whenever you needed it. You often forgot that you weren’t really dating because whenever you were around Liam, your heart raced and you got butterflies as if you were actually hanging out with someone you had feelings for. It wasn’t until you sometimes saw your ex around the school who made snide and rude comments about the two of you that you remembered what was going on.

“You’re all sweaty,” you laughed as you and Mason went onto the field after one of the lacrosse games to congratulate Liam. He had a large grin on his face, pulling off his lacrosse helmet and Mason gave him a high five.

“Usually after sports people get sweaty. Weird, isn’t it?” Mason said as you gave Liam a short congratulatory hug, “poor Devenford Prep though… I should probably go and see if Brett’s alright…”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re really concerned about his feelings,” Liam said sarcastically as Mason ignored him, walking over to the opposite (and losing) team.

“So, how does it feel to win against your old school?”

“Quite amazing, actually,” he paused, “he’s watching again. Doesn’t he have anything better to do?”

You shrugged, knowing exactly who Liam was talking about, “maybe we should give him a show.”

You had been joking – kind of. And Liam knew that but he couldn’t resist. He dropped his helmet, cupping your face and kissing you passionately. You no longer cared about how sweaty he was as you kissed him back, a part of you relieved that you were finally getting to do this.

You pulled away slightly, smiling like an idiot and Liam began to lean in again.

“He’s not even watching anymore,” you told him and he shook his head.

“I just really like kissing you.”

And then you kissed him again.

SCOTT MCCALL

“This is just relationship…ist,” you said angrily as you and Scott sat in the library working on an assignment together. Scott raised an eyebrow, half listening as he was actually working while you were flicking through a free Beacon Hills magazine that you could always find lying around the town in random places.

“I have no idea what you’re going on about.”

You put the magazine down in front of him so he had to actually look away from what he was doing, pointing to the ad on the page.

“Couples get a 50% discount at the Canary. Couples are the ones that can actually afford to be there, single people should be the ones getting the discount.”

Scott pushed the magazine back towards you, amused by your reaction.

“What’s so good about the restaurant, anyway?” he asked and you looked at him in disbelief.

“How – how could you ask that? The food is the best food I’ve ever eaten. It makes you want to cry rainbows it’s so good.”

He snorted, “if you let me do my work I’ll be your fake boyfriend and go with you.”

“You know the way to my heart, McCall.”

You told maybe one person that you and Scott were going for the discounted food and the word got out like Chinese whispers. Soon, everyone ignored the fact you were just going to a restaurant together and were talking about how the two of you were now dating. Both of you, even with Scott’s werewolf senses, were oblivious to the rumours and were sitting at lunch together when Stiles was the first person to sit down with the both of you.

“I can’t believe you two,” he said, you having your mouth full with your lunch but raising an eyebrow at him, “you’re dating and you didn’t even tell me.”

You nearly choked on your food.

“Where’d you hear that?” Scott asked casually, not denying the claim.

“From fucking Lindsay of all people! She wanted to know how long it’d be going on – how come everyone knew before your best friend?!”

You looked at Scott and to your surprise, he shrugged.

“We were going to keep it a secret.”

That was when the rest of the group sat down at the table.

“So it’s true then?” Lydia asked, looking between you and Scott and he took your hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“Yes, we’re dating,” and then he looked at you, “and we’re going to get a discount at the Canary. I want to cry rainbows.”

You knocked at Scott’s front door on Saturday night, ready for your fake date. The two of you had found the whole fake dating thing to be rather amusing, promising each other to keep it up until after the restaurant date and then saying that you would break up afterwards because you realised you were just ‘better off as friends’.

As Scott didn’t have a car you said you’d drop by his place after he was done practicing lacrosse with Stiles and Liam that day. Usually you didn’t mind just going on the back of his motorbike to places but tonight you actually got dressed up a little bit and you couldn’t risk having helmet hair or your makeup getting smudged.

“(Y/N)!” Melissa grinned as she opened the door, “come on in. Scott got home later than expected and he’s nearly ready. God, I’m so glad he finally got the guts to ask you out. He’s always gushing about his feelings for you and how he just doesn’t know what to do about it. He adores you, really.”

“Really, mum?” Scott said, knowing he was too late in defusing the embarrassing situation as he came walking quickly down the stairs.

“I’m your mother, it’s my job to embarrass you,” Melissa teased, “I guess that’s my cue to leave the two of you alone. Have fun – be safe!”

You only managed to yell a goodbye because Scott was pushing you out of the door, eager to get out of the situation.

“Don’t,” he warned, knowing you were ready to mention what had just happened, “you look amazing, by the way.”

“It’s not often I dress up like this so you better appreciate it. So should the discounted food, which I’m highly looking forward to.”

The Canary was filled with couples of all ages and you and Scott fit right in as plates of food were being placed in front of you.

“Are we going to be able to eat this all?” you asked.

“(Y/N), I’m a guy who also happens to be a werewolf. I could finish all of this on my own.”

He had a fair point.

The two of you were complimented several times by waiters for being such a cute couple, you both accepting these compliments graciously but with bright red faces. Ever since Melissa made the comment earlier about the two of you, you couldn’t help but wonder if she was joking because you’d always thought it was just you that liked him.

“What is it?” Scott asked, noticing your wondering expression. You gave a small shrug, feeling awfully shy which you weren’t usually like around him.

“Do you really gush about having feelings for me?”

This time, he was the shy one. Scott poked at his food, his cheeks reddening which they had been on and off throughout the night.

“I wouldn’t say I gushed about it,” he finally admitted, “but I do talk about liking you a bit.”

STILES STILINSKI

Saturday night had been a blur. The last memory you had was agreeing to do shots with Stiles and the next day you woke up safely tucked in bed (thanks to Scott) just before you launched yourself to the toilet to begin your day of being hungover. You felt like shit. And even on Monday morning as you walked into school you had a faint throbbing in your head and you were drinking more water when Stiles arrived.

“I’m never drinking alcohol again,” was the first thing you said to him, noticing he looked a similar way to you.

“Tell me about it,” he agreed, “but we say that all the time.”

You leaned against his side, waiting for the others to arrive when you got your first ‘congratulations’ from someone. Neither of you were sure what the person was congratulating you on but you thanked them anyway. Then it happened again when a girl from your English class walked past, lifting her hand to high five you.

“I heard about Saturday! It’s about time you two got together!” she said excitedly before walking into school.

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?” you asked, confused as to what you just witnessed as Stiles shook his head.

“I spent yesterday in the toilet. I didn’t even turn my phone on because the brightness made me sick.”

You waited a little longer and then Stiles suddenly perked up.

“Dude, there’s Theo. I saw him at the party on Saturday with that guy – I think he’s trying to get him to join his weird ass pack,” Stiles tried to tell you quietly, hoping that Theo was listening in.

“Or he could be into guys?”

“Well, you two were certainly a sight for sore eyes,” Kira suddenly said, appearing beside the two of you and making you jump. When she noticed the confused, she elaborated. “On Saturday, I mean. I didn’t know that getting the two of you together meant getting you drunk and having you confess your love to one another but man, it worked. That was gross.”

You and Stiles nearly had a heart attack. Quickly, you stepped away from one another, sharing a confused stare just as the bell went. Kira looked between the two of you but didn’t say anything, leaving you two alone as she entered the school on her own. Rather than say anything, you and Stiles went your separate ways.

During second period, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You glanced at the message from Stiles which simply read to meet him at your spot. Your teacher was reluctant to let you leave but when you did, you nearly sprinted to the spot under the third floor corridor staircase where Stiles was waiting clearly agitated. It seems you weren’t the only one having people come up to you and congratulate you on officially dating Stiles and that many people saw your proclamation of love which neither of you can remember.

“Do you remember?” you began but Stiles suddenly pulled you to him, putting a hand over your mouth. You were confused, only to hear Theo’s voice echoing the corridor and you got the idea. You tried to listen in with him but Theo stopped talking and soon you heard footsteps coming towards where the two of you were hiding.

Stiles swiftly kissed you, causing you to freeze up. You weren’t sure whether to pull away or to kiss him back, only to understand what he was doing when Theo finally stopped in front of the two of you.

“Whoa, Theo!” Stiles pulled away, “can’t a couple just have a few moments of peace?”

Theo’s eyebrows furrowed, “so the rumours are true.”

“The rumours? Didn’t you see us at the party?” Stiles wrapped his arm around you and you smiled sheepishly. Your teacher was gonna be pissed at how late you were going to be.

“Must’ve left by then.”

“With your guy friend?” you blurted out and Stiles tried to stifle a laugh. Theo decided it was best to ignore you – which it was – and began to walk back to class that he was obviously avoiding as well.

You looked at Stiles with a questioning expression but he shook his head, “we’ll talk about this later.”

You never talked about it later but you had a silent agreement to continue the fake dating. Both of you watched one too many movies and had the idea that if you did the couple getting caught making out when you were actually searching into something you shouldn’t be then it was a win-win deal. You were just too nosy.

“We’re basically detectives,” Stiles said, the two of you hidden in a corner of a club watching a group of suspected chimeras. The two of you had been awfully touchy the past few days, both of you trying to convince yourselves it was all just a charade but it wasn’t. If you were able to convince your friends that you were dating, the people you were closest to, then it wasn’t really fake.

“Do you wanna go home and watch Star Wars?” you yelled over the music and Stiles leaned his forehead against yours.

“You are perfect for me.” He said, grabbing your and leading you out of the club. Your heart was racing and even when you got to the car, Stiles continued to hold your hand on the drive back to his place.


“For our detective work, right?” you said jokingly to him when he pulled into the driveway, Stiles walking quickly around to your side of the car to open the door for you.

Stiles leaned in and kissed you, “this has never been about the detective work.”

THEO RAEKEN

“Leave me alone,” you said for the third time to a guy that hadn’t stopped trying to chat you up during the last big lacrosse game. You looked around, trying to find someone you knew to go to for help but the crowds of people all looked the same.

“Why? You got a boyfriend?”

“Why should that matter? Leave me alone.”

You tried to remember how to throw a punch – you even considered making a scene by yelling loudly for the creep to get away from you. But your rescuer stepped out of the shadows, wrapping their arm around you and you nearly punched them in the face until you saw who it was.

“This guy bothering you, babe?” Theo Raeken said sternly and the guy put his hands in the air.

“Hey! No problem here, Raeken!”

“Really?” Theo stepped towards him, “because you better not be bothering my girlfriend.”

Despite how scared you were, your heart was filling with butterflies for all the wrong reasons. You had Theo in a few of your classes and god, you found him insanely attractive. He was always sweet towards you and now you were never going to be able to thank him enough.

“I’m not! I was just leaving, I swear!”

You’d never seen someone move so quickly.

When he disappeared into the crowd, Theo turned to you and gave you the most charming smile. You knew about his powers and was fully aware that he could probably smell your lust and nervousness.

“Don’t mention it,” he winked before disappearing as well and you couldn’t help but smile like an idiot.

The next week you were sitting in the library on your own when Theo sat down beside you again, putting his arm around you. Your heart got caught in your throat as you glanced up at him, Theo seeming very comfortable and casual with the situation.

“Didn’t you hear?” he said with an amused tone, “everyone thinks we’re actually dating. I want to make sure they continue to think that so those guys will leave you alone.”

“What guys?”

“Over there. They’ve been saying some disgusting things about you and either I beat the shit out of them or they just get too freaked out to do anything in the first place,” he paused, “you’re cute when you’re nervous.”

You ignored him, “so, what? You’re fake dating me now?”

“Do you mind? I think it’d be fun.”

Theo took your answer as a yes when you blushed and look hastily away.

The next few weeks went past in a blur. It all started out as a bit of fun and eventually you were comfortable enough with Theo to get a bit into it as well. He never did anything beyond holding your hand or wrapping his arms around you but soon you were beginning to realise you wanted more – and so did Theo. He tried to convince himself that he was just doing this as a nice gesture because he’d thought you were vulnerable but he came to realise that you were stronger than even he was. You impressed him and Theo found himself lying in bed at night wishing you were there and he got excited whenever he knew you were nearby.

It was another big lacrosse game and Theo was finishing up some personal business when he saw a guy attempting to take the seat that Theo had originally be sitting in and chat you up. He clenched his teeth, storming towards you and his heart jumped when you made eye contact and you smiled at him.

“Hey babe,” Theo said, leaning down to where you were sitting, cupping your cheek and kissing you hard on the lips. You froze up but kissed him back, the guy that had been attempting to hit on you moving far away as possible.

“Get a room!” someone yelled and Theo moved away, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Wrecked (Jikook Threesome)

I don’t know what to warn this. But it is pure smut and it has yaoi in it! If you don’t like it don’t read it. @silhouetted-beauty Helped me plan this out, so this is for you really <3 

You fidgeted with the box that you had currently been wrapping on your table, the tape not making your life easier as you tried to tape down the brown wrapping paper that had your doodles on it for your best friends. A soft growl rose from your throat, the corner of the left side of your mouth pushed up into a snarl. Your hair was everywhere from how you pulled it and raked your brains trying to figure out a solution to this hard task that was supposed to be simple. Clicking on your tongue when the box looked at least half decent, you made a motion to hop up from your kitchen table going towards your room to change from your long shirt that you slept in into something more appropriate for going out. Which actually in your mind wasn’t anything more covered up. Grabbing at white high waist shorts you slipped them on but not before putting on some fishnets that had a protective band around your waist ensuring the material would stay secure. Placing on your favorite red lace bra, you threw on a pink button down shirt, leaving the first three buttons undone you only snapped two below it in total before tying the ends in the front causing the shirt to rise and show a peak of the lower part of your belly button. Crossing into the bathroom feeling your excitement boil over practically, you set yourself in to curl your hair and pin it up, tying a bandana around it letting your bangs fall messily into your right eye. Your makeup was bold because at times you liked to be a bold girl- just not a scary one. Base and foundation a little blush also never hurt. Your eyebrows were drawn in to make them thick, your eyelashes curled and lined with mascara. You put pink eyeshadow around the bottom of your eyelid leaving the top to be a soft stroke of red as if it was fading out. You drew on wings on your eyelids finishing it off with red lipstick. Once you made sure you looked absolutely breathtaking you went to put on ankle boots not wanting to have to walk around town in heels all day.

Why were you getting so dressed up? Well your best friends Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook had just gotten back from tour. You had missed them terribly and while they were gone you also visited the states to stock up on their favorite snacks that couldn’t get brought in Korea and you made them something like a care package. You knew that the two should be home today, or at least the whole group, you hadn’t actually talked to them but considering they had down time you wanted to bet they would avoid the studio and the company building while they rested for at least a day. You had known Jimin and Jungkook before they debuted and you were lucky enough they kept you around to meet the rest of their friends deeming you as a best friend for life. And you were proud of all their hard work and everything they stood for. Grabbing at your house keys, you carried the large box in hand. As you walked to the curb to wait for a taxi all of you hoped that they were there, yes you should have asked but there’s no harm in coming over unannounced, right?

An hour later you were standing there in front of the dorm shaking off the nervous feeling you had in your stomach. You always got like this when it was time to come face to face with them again. It didn’t help that they were attractive as well, making you all the more nervous though you’ve practically spent all your time here with them. Walking up to their door, you knocked on the surface leaning against the door to see if you could hear anything. A pout soon graced your facial features as you were returned with nothing. Sighing you tried knocking once again and when you got no answer you called both phone lines that rang but never picked up. Sighing, you grabbed your spare key from your pocket (not even the manager knew you had it) so you had to pick and choose the right times to come over for his sake as well. You moved to open the door walking inside deciding to just leave the box there and wait for Jimin and Jungkook to tell you later how much they enjoyed the gift. At first, you decided to leave in on the table so that everyone would know it was from you but because you thought one of the elders would try to keep it for themselves you opted out and decided to head for their room.

“Ungh~ J-jimin.” You heard a deep male voice ring out with a cry of pleasure.

Your face heated up quickly, your ears felt like they were on fire and you prayed that you heard that wrong. Creeping towards the heavy breaths that quickly followed the moans of pleasure you ended up in front of one of the rooms. The door was ajar, open enough to see in but not wide enough to walk right in. What you saw almost made you drop the box. Jimin was on top of Jungkook, their naked bodies were pressed together, Jimin’s hand wrapped around Jungkook neck as he drove into him, fucking him senseless against the bed. Jimin was smirking looking down with hooded eyes at the male below him. Groaning from the pleasure as his hips slapped against Jungkook’s. His sweaty hair pressed against his forehead some falling into his eyes as he opened his mouth to whisper out to the pleading male.

“I’ve been waiting to fuck your ass for such a long time now don’t you know that? Seeing you do such sinful body rolls, how you kept teasing me biting those plump lips. You should be careful Jungkook, I’d hate for the hyungs to see you limp around wondering why your ass is so sore.” Jimin taunted earning husky moans from Jungkook.

“I did it just for you. I wanted you to fuck me until I couldn’t walk. I don’t get to have the pleasure often.” Jungkook groaned out rolling his head back in pleasure.

Jimin gripped at Jungkook’s member stroking it in time with his thrusts earning more shouts of pleasure from the vocalist. “Hmm sounds like someone enjoys that. You’re such a dirty boy baby. Do you like how I touch your cock? Does Jiminnie make you feel good?” Jimin taunted earning a strangled approval moan from Jungkook.

You almost dropped the box in your hands. You KNEW IT! You had tried multiple of times to ask Jimin and Jungkook about it and they denied that they were anything more than friends. It wasn’t until the latest broadcast of the Vapp that you figured they were lying to you trying to cover their asses. But now finally you had something to hang over their head! No more could they embarrass you. A soft groan from the room made you come back to the scene in front of you, your eyes were cast down to the floor as you had been lost in thought. Your panties becoming damp as you listened in on the lovers fucking. Your eyes roamed from the floor up to the bed and the dark eyes piercing through your own made you gasp out loud. Taking a step back to run you tripped over your feet, falling on your ass with the box almost falling onto the ground but you managed to catch it in your lap. Scooting backwards, your eyes stayed on Jimin as you backed up, seeing him smirk you tried to scramble off the floor but it was too late.

“Why don’t you come in here y/n.” Jimin gave Jungkook one last hard thrusts, a bit of anger washed through him that you had chosen the worst time to come over. He had been sexually frustrated since the tour started and all he wanted to do until the others come home was fuck into Jungkook.

“I-I no. I can come back.” You stammered moving to stand up as Jimin pulled out of Jungkook slowly locking his eyes with yours he gave a hard glare.

“I said, come in here.” Jimin demanded. Jungkook turned to look at you, a flush face and body he sat up slowly biting on his bottom lip. You could feel your legs pulling you forward but your mind screamed that it wasn’t a good idea to go home and talk to them later. Curiosity took over the best of you and without thinking you moved until you were standing in the front of both of them holding the box you got from them. You were so nervous that sweat started to build up on your forehead, and you squirmed in your spot.

“Why are your shoes still on?” Jungkook asked to cut through the awkward air trying to lighten the move.

“Yeah can I go now?” You asked softly placing the box down on the dresser that was against the wall.

“Why on earth would you want to leave now?” Jimin asked sarcastically giving a flustered smile. He was nervous, if you told anyone they would get teased forever and it wouldn’t be a good situation from there.

“Because my best friends are lying pieces of shit. But don’t worry I’ll make sure not to laugh when I tell Namjoon I was right all along.”

“You’re not telling anyone!” Jimin shouted moving to sit at the edge of the bed and you couldn’t help but let your eyes travel downwards to rest on his toned body and red shaft. It looked swollen and painfully hard.

“I will do whatever I please!” You snapped back at him when you came to your senses.

“Please don’t y/n.. No one else but you know..” Jungkook pleaded and you paused for a split second wishing you would just stop checking the both of them out, because Jungkook looked so thick and your mouth watered, they were both so sexy.

“You’re lying. Why should I believe you?!” You asked feeling your face heat up more, you don’t know why you were making this into such a big deal when it wasn’t even about you.

“Look, I know we lied to you but I promise! They don’t know about us. And we aren’t ready to tell them yet. We are still figuring things out enjoying each other. It’s safer this way.” Jimin pleaded. You growled softly, you didn’t want to believe them. But.. It would make sense why they were left behind when the rest weren’t here and how they acted so needy on camera.

“Listen. I don’t give a damn about what you do behind closed doors but they are your friends just like I am but if anything, they are more important and they deserve to know!” You stomped your foot about to walk off until Jimin gripped at your wrist to tug you back towards him.

“Look we already apologized what else do you want??” Jimin questioned sighing heavily. “Look you are our best friend besides the guys so we trust you but if we have to we will blackmail you.” Jimin said causing you to jerk your wrist from him. You were going to say something but in that moment Jungkook leaned over to whisper something to Jimin who was turning from stressed out to perked up and full of smiles.

“Actually.. That’s a great idea Jungkook.” Jimin smirked tilting his head. “I mean, it’s no secret you’re attractive as fuck.” Jimin moaned out standing up making his way over to you.

“Jimin.. This isn’t funny stop.” You warned in a shaky tone stepping back.

“What’s the matter? Can you honestly tell me you don’t want us? We have seen the way you look at us and I must admit you’ve been a reason I’ve stroked myself many nights. Thinking about those pretty pink lips around my hard cock. I bet your eyes would water up when I fuck that nice mouth of yours. Or maybe that nice tight pussy. It’s been a while since you’ve had sex, hasn’t it?” Jimin asked, coming up to stand in front of you, your feet had stopped moving you backwards. Some part of you liked the fucking attention both males were giving to you and you were starting to hate that part a bit. “I know you want it. And I bet you’re tight.” Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his hardened cock against your stomach, he gripped at your ass cheeks thrusting his hips backwards and forwards causing his thick appendage to rub across your skin.

“J-Jimin don’t you dare fuck with me.” You stammered before realizing what you just said. He gave you a smirk, and when you tried to open your mouth and change what had already been said, he replaced the air with his lips kissing you hungrily as his hands dug into your plump ass cheeks. His tongue darting out to lick the inside of your mouth causing a heated battle between the two of you. At first your movements were hesitant and shy but it didn’t take you long for your hands to be moving up to tangle into Jimin’s soft locks of hair. Jungkook watching the scene in front of him felt his cock twitch at the sight. You both looked so good together and he wanted in on the action. Standing up, he moved to stand behind you pressing his naked body against your back side, his hand sweeping around your front in between your legs that were trying to shut tight.

“Nuhuh, open them!” Jungkook commanded. You tried to rebel due to the fact that he was Jimin’s bottom but he was having none of that. Pulling your hair back he broke the kiss, making you strain to look up at him a dark glower in his eyes. “Don’t disobey me, or think for one second just because I let Jimin take over I won’t fucking wreck your little pussy or your tight ass.” Jungkook warned and Jimin chuckled breathing against your neck causing you to shudder as he licked a stripe up your skin.

“Don’t worry baby. We have a couple of hours, either way she’s going to be wrecked. She won’t even have a voice. She will be begging us not to stop.. Or to stop it doesn’t matter as long as she’s cumming on my cock.” Jimin stated as Jungkook let your hair go, Jimin’s hand gripping your chin forcing you to look at him. “You’re going to be daddy’s good girl, right?” He asked softly licking across your bottom lip, but the way he said it made you know that no matter what he was not asking he was telling. Your body was betraying you, your panties were becoming soaked and you were needy. Your breathing was hitched already from a fucking kiss. “Let’s get you undressed, shall we?” Jimin asked rhetorically as his hands moved up to cup your breast earning a slight moan from you. Jungkook leaned his head over to latch his lips onto your skin, sucking at your flesh causing you to squirm where you stood. Jimin messaged your breast through your bra, his fingers flicking across your nipples, Jungkook’s hand moved down between your legs that you opened for him voluntarily feeling him cup your sex rubbing your clothed pussy with his hand.

“Can you feel how hot she is Jimin? I bet she’s so wet right now. Thinking about what we will do to her.” Jungkook teased, his hand raising to slip inside of your shorts and past the barrier of your thigh highs even your panties, his long fingers brushing against your wet clit before a finger slid up and down your slit causing you to mewl in pleasure. “Well would you look at that. It’s an ocean down here. I didn’t know you got off watching men fuck.” Jungkook taunted playing with your slit before he went to pinching on your throbbing bud. “Such a dirty slut.” He whispered against your ear causing you to bite on your bottom lip.

Jimin started to work on your shirt undoing it and pulling it off you. You were in his favorite red bra you just didn’t know it. Or did you? Because even though you were all friends you always had a way of teasing him. Jimin leaned down to lick the top of your breast, his hands squeezing your mounds in his hand before he dips his tongue down the valley of your flesh. You pushed your hips down against Jungkook’s hand who was sliding a finger inside of you thrusting it slowly while your bra was removed. “I can’t wait to fuck these.” Jimin admitted throwing your bra somewhere behind him, leaning forward he teased you with his tongue, swiping across your flesh but never staying too long. Using his teeth to bite at your nipple and pull the flesh with his fingers. Your mouth opened as tiny moans of his name came out of your mouth.

“You’re so cooperative. Had I known you would have been so ready to fuck, we would have let you join a long time ago.” Jimin chuckled deeply.

“F-fuck. You.” You spat through clenched teeth as Jungkook added another finger inside of you, stroking your inner walls with his thick fingers burying them to the hilt, slowly stretching you out.

“No baby.” Jimin stated looking up in your eyes. “I’m going to fuck you.” It was the way he said it that had your legs buckling as your hands gripped onto your shorts. He chuckled wrapping his lips around your left nipple sucking on it harshly, his tongue sliding up and down your perked-up nipple while his free hand played with your other breast. Jungkook searched for your spot, thrusting his fingers in different directions until he found it earning a sharp cry from your lips. He smirked using his fingers to plunge deep into your heat using his legs to spread you wider as Jimin got on his knees to suck more at your breast. You could hear the wet sounds of Jungkook’s fingers slamming inside of you.

“Does it feel good? Do you like how I finger fuck you princess?” Jungkook asked, brushing his thumb against your clit. He was staring to pick up his speed but when you didn’t answer, he stopped holding his fingers in place his free hand gripping at your chin forcing your head back once again as you whined. “If I ask you something you will answer. Or you will leave here one frustrated woman.” His eyes burned into yours and you nodded your head in understanding not wanting to try him out on his threat. “Good girl, tell me you like it.” Jungkook gave a half smirk his fingers slamming in and out of you at a fast pace.

“Holy shit! I love it Jungkook- please it feels so good! I love your fingers stretching out my pussy!” You cried out with a flushed face. Jimin kissed down your body moaning at your sounds, gripping at your shorts he undid them in a hurry, pulling them down your legs and taking off your shoes. Instead of keeping your fishnets intact, he started to rip them from your core opening you up for him. He could see the water that collected in your panties, he could see it dripping down the inside of your thighs as Jungkook’s fingers worked on your body. He looked up at you, moving his hands back to play with your breast.

“Jungkook! Jungkook I’m going to cum!” You cried out, your body was shaking, goosebumps rising on your skin from the pleasure your pussy was speaking loud and clear with the lewd noises, your makeup would have been ruined had it not been water proof.

“Cum for me baby.” Jungkook rasped out. You were still trying to hold out, watching as Jimin destroyed your fishnets to place open wet kisses along your skin. “Please. Please cum for me.” Jungkook almost begged, his hips rolling against your ass. Feeling his stiffened member between your ass cheeks as he used his fingers to fuck you was too much. Your stomach tightened and legs gave way as you nodded your head your cum spilling onto his fingers. Jungkook harshly bit on your ear moaning seductively as he rode out your orgasm with you, his fingers curling inside of you to get everything the wetness that trickled down your thighs getting sucked up by Jimin.

Jimin pulled down your panties, looking at your glistening center as Jungkook toyed with your pussy before he pulled his fingers back slowly. He brought his fingers up to your lips, waiting for you to open your mouth. Parting your lips, you almost gagged on his fingers as Jungkook shoved them down your throat making you taste yourself, Jimin wasting no time through one of your legs over his shoulder attacking your pussy with his mouth. He latched onto your center, his lips wrapping around your clit as he harshly sucked. His tongue was pressing down against the throbbing pink clit, the flat of his tongue roughly moving up and down as he sucked on you. Your cries were choked back by the fingers that were brushing down the back of your throat, a spit trail starting to escape your mouth and dance down the sides. Jimin kept your legs open, using his mouth to cover your pussy, his tongue flicked rapidly up and down your slit, his hands moving to spread your pussy lips wide. He shoved his warm tongue inside of your pussy groaning at the taste. Your mind was blown, you had no words for how you felt but you knew you wanted to please them as much as you were getting pleased. Your hand reached around you to grab at Jungkook’s shaft. You pumped him dry at first, causing his hips to buck up against your hand as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. He looked over your shoulder, reaching his dry hand down to grab at Jimin’s head pushing it closer to your pussy causing you to both moan out. Jungkook let the tip of his cock pressed against your ass cheeks, opening your plump flesh with one hand he let his thumb press against the ring of your tight asshole.

“I can’t wait. To bury my dick to the hilt inside of your pussy. And fuck you until you can’t even beg for mercy.” He groaned against your ear causing you to release a whimper from your lips, your hand squeezing at his tip to gather precum from his tip. Jungkook groaned looking down at how painfully hard he was, your hand wasn’t going to do it.

“Jimin.” He rasped out, his own neediness coming out. Jimin looked up from your pussy, his hands rubbing up and down the insides of your thighs as his mouth moved on your pussy, his tongue wiggling on your insides causing you to grow wetter from the motions of his tongue. Jimin looked from your pussy up to Jungkook and back to you, he pulled back slowly licking his lips and standing up.

“I want you to suck Jungkook off.” Jimin gripped onto your arm turning you around. You got on your knees, looking up at Jungkook you gripped his shaft running your tongue along the underside of his cock causing him to shudder and slap your hand away. He positioned his cock at your mouth pushing it inside. His hand gripping at your curls fucking them up as he brought your head down onto his shaft face fucking you harshly. His moans filled the room as he snapped his hips against your face his balls hitting your chin. Jimin laid on his back, spreading your legs wide he caused you to straddle him making you ride his face. Your moans only aided Jungkook in feeling more pleasure, pushing his cock down your throat watching as it disappeared between your lips. Your red lipstick was coming off your lips and becoming smeared as he pressed against your face. He cupped your cheeks with his free hand slapping your cheek as he watched you.

“Look at all that pretty red lipstick getting smeared over my dick. I never knew you took it so well, you look like you’ve found where you belong. On your knees for me.” Jungkook taunted you licking his lips as he saw you moan from it. Jimin could feel your walls tighten around his tongue, his fingers going up to brush against your clit aiding his work on your pussy. Your hand reached down to grip his hair, tears brimming in your eyes from both the stretch and the pleasure, you were crying out around Jungkook’s swollen shaft that stretched out your jaw. You tried to pull back to get Jimin to let up but Jungkook was holding you down making you take him. Your legs trembled as you looked up at him, face fucked as well as your pussy, your second orgasm rippling through you and causing your hips to grind harshly against Jimin’s face. He gripped at your ass cheeks keeping you in place continuing to suck you clean until he felt you were done. He pulled back from you sliding from under your body he motioned to the bed with his head for Jungkook to see. Jungkook pulled back from you slowly, helping you up he pushed you down on the bed, your front half against the bed but the rest of your body standing. Your legs spread wide for him, his hands stroking at your sides.

“I’m actually glad you told us all about you being on the pill. Now I can fill this pussy up as much as I want to and not have to worry about getting you pregnant.” Jungkook stroked his slick shaft that was wet from your spit. Rubbing his head up and down your slit he watched as you tried to claw at the bed and move. He found it adorable that you didn’t want to beg for mercy when your body was fully red and reacting to every little touch. Jungkook slid inside of you slowly, causing a moan to ripple from both your lips as he filled you to the brim. His hands gripping at your hips he started to bring you backwards slamming you down on his shaft moaning from the pleasure. His hips slapping against yours, his thick length pushed deep inside of your walls resting against your spot. He buried himself deep as much as you could take he gave it all to you thought he saw you wincing and trying to squirm. He snapped his hips forward, rolling them in part to tease Jimin and in part to hit your spot just the right way. Jimin was frustrated he was so horny, watching you get fucked against the bed your body sliding up and down the wrinkled sheets as your fingers dug into the fabric was too overwhelming and all his blood was south. He took in a sharp breath as you looked up at him, moaning out Jungkook’s name with swollen lips. He growled gripping at your hair, he lifted your head and pressed your lips against his cock. You opened your mouth to take him in, he was thick like Jungkook, you could see why the other didn’t mind him fucking him from behind. Your tongue rolled against his heated shaft, pressing against his slit and nibbling on his tip you grazed your teeth across his flesh every once in a while. Your whole body felt stuffed, the only thing that wasn’t full was your asshole but Jungkook was working to change that, his thumb sliding inside of your tight ring of muscle causing you to jump.

“Relax and take it. Take it all.” Jungkook mumbled, his other hand moving to slap at your ass cheeks, listening to the sound resonate against the walls. He watched your flesh bounce, stopping his hips he slapped your ass again. “I want more. Fuck yourself on my dick. I want to see this ass bouncing on me. Don’t disappoint me y/n. Show me and Jimin what you can do.” You were eager to prove to them that you were good when it came to pleasing people. Lifting up to press your hands against the mattress, your hips pressed back as you fucked yourself on Jungkook’s shaft, he was entering you deeply, it felt so good to have his stiff pole inside of you and though you couldn’t see him you knew he was having a hard time controlling himself. You picked up the pace, your hips snapping back to meet his, your ass was bouncing as you rocked your hips and rode him. Soon switching from just going back and forth to going in a circle and winding your hips, you could hear Jungkook moan in pleasure behind you, his large hand landing more blows on your ass cheeks. Jimin reached over with his free hand dragging his nails up your spine sending a chill through your body and it almost made you fall against the bed with how it shook your body. Jimin smirked, grabbing at Jungkook’s hair he brought him in for a kiss letting Jungkook taste your sweetness on his tongue. While they shared a heated kiss, you tried to handle both fucking Jimin’s dick with your mouth and Jungkook’s dick with your pussy. You were starting to slow down, trying to not crumple but the pleasure was too much and the overstimulation was creeping into your system. It seems neither of them were having it. Jimin pulled back from the kiss, thrusting his hips against your face causing you to gag as he shoved his dick into your mouth trying to push it far down your throat not satisfied until he could hear you choking and feel your nose brush against the base of his dick against his pubic hairs.

“Fuck her Jungkook. Fuck her.” He moaned out looking down at how your hips connected before he looked in the male’s eyes. His face was covered in red and sweat, his abs tightened up, Jimin knew he was close he knew he had to feel good. He smirked lazily, feeling his own stomach tighten but he was going to hold out for now. “Harder, fucking wreck her Jungkook.” Jimin growled slapping your ass causing Jungkook to speed up slamming as hard as he could into you. Jimin pulled away from your mouth to hear your broken sobs, your hands moving back to grab at his hips.

“Mercy Jungkook! Please Jungkook slow down oh god!” You cried out, tears going down your face from how he fucked you like you were a rag doll. Your body craved it, your pussy felt a hint of soreness but it was a good mix from it. You didn’t know what you wanted, to beg him to stop or keep going but your mouth was shouting out incoherent things. Jungkook gripped at your wrist pinning them down against the bed as he rammed into you, his hips slapping against yours so hard that the bed was shaking in protest under you. He could feel your wet pussy tightening around his cock, how you gripped him like a vice. He rolled his head back letting out a husky cry of your name. He had to hold out, he tried to distract himself not to come but his balls tightened up and he didn’t know how long he could hold it.

“I’m cumming! Jungkook! H-ahh Jungkook!” You breathed out heavily, your eyes were rolling back from the pleasure, he shoved himself inside of you, his strokes causing you to cum, your body trembling against the bed as you fell flat on it, your body was hot and covered with sweat, Jungkook lifted up one of your legs, holding it with his arm as he pinned your hips to the bed, losing himself in his own pleasure. His warm cum filling up your insides as he slowed down himself pulling out of you. His cum trickling down the inside of your thighs and onto the bed. Your heart hammered in your chest, but Jimin hadn’t had his turn yet. He gripped you by your hips flipping you over on your back. Staring up at him, you braced your hands on his chest as he rubbed his tip at your entrance.

“N-no Jimin I’m still dirty.” You whimpered slightly feeling your pussy trying to push out all of Jungkook’s cum.

“I like it that way.” He gave you a devilish smile pushing slowly into you. Jimin used Jungkook’s cum to slide inside of you causing you to blush and groan at the same time. He gripped at your neck lightly, rolling his hips against yours, his dick smearing all of Jungkook’s cum around your walls. “How does it feel to be our sloppy seconds?” Jimin asked causing a groan to leave your lips. He pulled out of you starting to fuck you at a slow pace, adjusting your pussy to his size now, some cum trickling out of your pussy as he pulled back only to push back inside of you. Jungkook moved sit on the bed by your head watching as Jimin created a medium pace rocking his hips against yours. His biceps popping out as he concentrated on bringing you pleasure, his free hand pressing down into the bed. You rolled your head back enjoying the feeling of being fucked by Jimin, you could see that Jungkook was starting to get turned back on, his half erect member becoming harder the longer he watched your breast bounce or Jimin snap his hips forward to bury himself deeper inside of you.

“Fuck you’re so wet and warm. Nice and tight, which I don’t get because Jungkook just ruined you.. But I know.” Jimin smiled pulling out of your pussy, he spread your legs open wide, laying you back on the bed, his tip pressed against your asshole, you froze up immediately, Jimin rubbed your clit causing half of you to come down as he slowly entered you from behind. You inhaled a sharp breath your eyebrows squeezing together as the pain took over your ass.

“Just relax. It’ll feel better I promise.” Jungkook kissed you sweetly, his hands played with your nipples as they both worked together to distract you. Jimin stayed in place, it was hard for him not to just snap into you but you were so tight, your ass felt so warm and it snuggled him in like Jungkook’s did. He felt like he could cum from just the feeling. Once he felt you relax a little bit, he started to thrust inside of you, hearing your soft moans from the kiss. Jimin sped up slowly, using his hips to his advantage finding spots that would make you moan out more for him. Jungkook getting too lost in the battle of your tongues slipped his hand down to your clit, rubbing it and causing your hips to buck up more. He broke the kiss to crawl on your stomach, gripping your breast he slid his cock through them, fucking your breast as he watched your flustered face. He was surprised that you wrapped your tongue around his head to suck on the swollen shaft, he shuddered as Jimin reached forward to kiss along his neck, his fingers digging into Jungkook’s ass cheeks. Jungkook leaned over you, grabbing at your hair, you replaced his hands on your breast holding it for him so that he could thrust properly against you. Your tongue flicked up and down his slit wanting to give him as much pleasure as you could. You could hear Jimin moaning from behind the both of you, and you knew that he was getting close to cumming. Jimin gripped at your thighs leaning down to press hickeys against your hips as you took care of Jungkook. But Jimin wanted you to ride him so he kept a slow pace watching as Jungkook lost himself.

He was so out of it fucking your warm wet mouth along with your breast on each side of his cock sucking him in was too much. Jungkook didn’t know how he was cumming so fast, but he was pulling back letting his warm cum paint your pretty face in a mess. He moaned as he tried to avoid your eyes not wanting to mess up a good moment. He slowly slid off you, Jimin took one look at you and let a growl ripple through him. You look exhausted and thoroughly fucked. Grabbing at your hips he scooped you up sitting you in his lap. Jimin bounced you, your hands bracing back on his legs as he fucked into you. Your hips slammed down as you tried to move them squeezing your hole around his cock, you used your fingers to scoop the cum off your face and lick it clean. Jungkook leaned over trying to suck on your clit and rub it while you too pushed back against each other, Jimin leaned forward to crash his lips against yours shoving two fingers inside of your pussy. Curling them he found your spot, thrusting them as deep as he could until he felt you shaking on top of him. At this point it was burning to cum but even you wanted to get one more out, the soreness not stopping you as you pushed your body. You listened to the both of them moan along with what else they were doing to you and in no time, you were cumming for Jimin again, your nails scratching into his thighs as you cried out with your head rolled back. Jimin watched you, his eyes glued to how your face contorted in pleasure, how your mouth hung open. Raising his hips to continue pounding into you, Jimin held your hips down as he filled you up with his cum taking deep breaths. He fell back on the bed, and you needed Jungkook’s help to lay down.

“You’re not tired, already are you?” Jungkook playfully teased you stroking your hair from your face.

“Seriously you don’t need to fuck me anymore I won’t tell a soul.” You complained hating that your pussy was getting excited for another round.

“Well regardless you can’t tell because now you’ve fucked us. And imagine what the guys would say if they found that out? Especially Taehyung.” Jimin snickered looking up at the ceiling glad that they thought this plan through.

“I really hate you.” You whined out loud rolling on your back, you didn’t expect it but Jimin was over you in a flash grinding his half hard shaft against your swollen lips causing you to gasp.

“In that case. Maybe I should fuck it out of you.” He leaned down purring as he pressed his lips against yours.

Deadly Sins- Sloth & Lust

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Reader is sick causing her not wanting to do anything. Convincing Peter to be lazy with her turns into a heated session.

Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL. Plus Tom swears too :,)

Dominant Peter is going to be a thing \^.^/

P.S: PETER IS IN HIS 20′S IN THE DEADLY SINS SERIES. BESIDES THE FIRST EPISODE OF ENVY. I DON’T WRITE SMUT ABOUT A 15 Y/O. I KNOW SOME PEOPLE DO BUT I WONT CAUSE THAT CREEPS ME OUT.. SO KNOW HE IS IN HIS 20′S

SWEET IN THE STREETS BUT A FREAK IN THE SHEETS!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Word Count: 1,815  (Sorry it’s short my migraine is killing me and I can’t look at a screen.. I promise the next Lust post will be 2,000 words )

A/N: BTW these are my interpretations of the sins. Of course for Gluttony I’m not going to have the eat a hella ton of food. You will see my interpretations as my pics are posted :) BTW THE OTHER LUST POST IS IN THE WORKS :,)

[Reader’s POV]

   Comfort. That is all you’re feeling right now. It was one of your favorite feelings. Sadly you couldn’t stay in bed forever which you wished that it was possible. It was unlikely due to the responsibilities you have. This one morning you don’t want to move at all. Your body ached and was sore from training and a night with Peter.

“baby girl,you have to get up..” Peter’s voice making you stir in your peaceful slumber.Your body being shaken lightly.

“Five more minutes…” I mumbled snuggling against the warmth he body produced. He felt so warm and cozy. The warmth lulling you back to sleep.You gladly welcomed sleep till Peter opens his mouth again.

“You have been saying that every time I try and wake you up” his chest moves as he laughs.

“shhhh, just stay with me and we can make up a practice session later.. Please Peter, I’ll make it up to you if you stay with me all day today..”  Your leg moving up to his waist pulling him closer. A whimper slips out as you feel how hard he is. You look up to see his eyes a shade darker. His eyes gazing at your lips, his tongue darting out quickly. His lips crash down onto yours in a passionate kiss pulling your body against his.

“darling, fuck” he groans gripping onto your ass tighter. You slowly push your hips again creating a needy friction.The tight grip he had on you made you moan in his ear.

“P-Peter “ you gasp out as his lips leave a path down your neck. The feeling making your eyes flutter shut. You straddle him feeling his cock press against your clothed core. A whimper escaped your lips as you pressed your hips against his. The rocking motion earns you a slap to your ass. His hand coming down against your ass each time you moved your hips.

“god your ass is so red” he moans gripping your tingling cheek in his hand. His hot breath fans across your neck making you shiver. You begin sucking on the base of his neck. A moan slips from Peter’s lips as you turn his skin red. 

“You’re so sinful it could bring a holy man to his knees… and you darling always bring me to mine” He tears your panties off causing you to frown.

Stupid Spider strength..

“Peterrrr those were my favorite” I pout rolling us over and pushing him off of the bed. A thud signalling he fell onto the floor. His head pops up from the edge of your bed making you laugh. His curls messy making him look cute and sexy.

“I’ll buy you new ones babe” he laughs standing up walking away. Sitting up on my elbows I look at him heading to the door. Is he seriously going to leave you here?

“You’re just going to wake me up, tease me then leave?” My voice coming out flustered. He closes the door locking it ,seeing that made your eyebrow raise. A smirk appears on his lips as he slips off his sweat pants. His Calvin Kleins showing a print of how hard he really was.

“Karen turn on the Don’t Bother Us Program, then you can turn back on when I say so” Peter speaks to the ceiling.

 Your sleeping quarters at the Avengers HQ was styled like an apartment so you and Peter could feel at home. A fancy apartment but it still reminded you of Queens. Tony had windows project sounds and views so it was practically a home away from home.

“Turning on Don’t Bother Us Program,engaging soundproof walls, be safe you two” Karen’s voice then turns off. You hear a beep signaling she was offline.

“You think I was just going to walk out of here to practice, rock hard and leave my girl flustered?” His voice getting lower as his strides bring him to the edge of the bed.Peter’s figure radiated dominance as he looks down at you.

“I-I” You were the stuttering one now. Peter is the one to normally stutter but once in the bedroom hes completely different. It was a good different.

“I told you that you could bring a man to his knees,that only man will be me” Peter’s hands grip your thighs pulling you to the edge.My skin felt like heat and fire under his palms. Your chest rising and falling slowly. He spreads your legs lowering himself down to his knees. The eye contact between you two not breaking at all.

“P-Peter..” his name coming out as a gasp. Feeling his tongue slowly licking between your folds. His thumb starts rubbing your clit in small circles. A loud moan comes out from the sensation. His thumb is then replaced by his tongue as he inserts fingers inside of you. Your nails dig into the sheets as you look down at him pleasing you.

“C’mon babygirl, tell me what you want” His hot breath fanning across your core.

 Feeling your stomach tightening as his tongue flicks faster. Arching your back as the pleasure travels in your body. He slid another finger in as your thoughts started jumbling together. Curling his fingers inside you hitting your g-spot when he makes a come hither motion.

“M-more please , I want your cock inside me Peter” you beg as your legs started to twitch. Desperation clear in your voice. The look in his eyes making you on the edge about to cum.

   Flicking his free wrist his web shooter expands onto his hand. A web pinning both your hands to the headboard. His chest rose and fell quicker as he gazed at your body. You looked helpless tied up to the headboard. A groan coming from him as you spread your legs , inviting him to you. You wanted him more than ever.

“How bad do you need it” He smirks crawling onto the bed. Your eyes screwed shut while his hand slid up your legs. His hips lowering down towards where you needed him most.

“S-so bad Peter, please baby” you manage to moan out as his lips pressing kisses in between your breasts. Slowly moving back up to your neck. You gasp as he slams into you without warning. The feeling of him inside you causes you to bite our lip.

Peter’s lets out a low moan tilting his head back. All you wanted to do was to touch him but you were restrained. Peter’s hands dug into your hips as his pace started to pick up. Uncontrollable moans came out of your mouth. He filled you up just right making you pant out his name.

Peter!”

“Look at how your tits bounce as I fuck you” His head tilting back, his veins in his neck showing. Holy fuck. You feel his hands move as he angles your hips up. The new angle making a loud moan come out,he went even deeper hitting the right spot. Grunts coming from him as he continued to pound into your dripping pussy. Thank god for the sound proof walls, you were loud when it came to expressing the pleasure you received. Peter loved hearing you thats why he had the system installed.

“P-Peter untie me please I w-want to touch you” your voice coming out as a whisper. You felt out of breath as you looked down. Watching as he filled you up with each thrust.

“I love seeing you like this “ he whispers running his finger down your chest and down your body. Your breath hitching in your throat.

“Under my control, only I can give you pleasure like this..” he whispers as his thrust becoming slower. Panting you try to rip his webs apart with your nails. All you want to do is touch him and run your fingers through his soft curls.

“You can’t get away from me,you wanna know why?” he grins cockily. Bastard knows his new web formula is tougher. His body gets closer to you if that’s even possible. Feeling your hands become free your hand grips onto his curls. The other scratching down his back. He hisses from the pain as your nails dig into his skin.

“Cause you’re my girl” his hand cups your cheek as he thrusts into you harder causing your head to hit the headboard.

“You’re mine, you got that princess?” His hips slam into you harder and harder. Nodding as a reply you keep eye contact with him. The pleasure feeling so intense you felt like you were going to burst.

Peter tugs on your hair letting out a low growl. “Let me hear that pretty voice, answer me” he demands kissing your jaw in fiery kisses.

“I’m y-yours Peter, please let me cum” your moans and whimpers filled the air as he reached between you rubbing your clit in fast circles.

“C’mon darling, cum for me cum all over my cock” Moans come out of his mouth as his thrusts start to get sloppy. The stamina he had in him had you breathless. Your orgasm causes you to hold tightly onto Peter. Your legs trembling as it coursed through you. Him filling you with his load shortly after, collapsing on top of your body.

     Peter rolls over pulling your body next to his. Your chest was falling up and down. Both of you were panting trying to catch your breath. Your body could just melt into the mattress,exhaustion taking over you.

“Karen, please start the shower and play some AC/DC for me” Peter speaks up a bit due to his voice being shaky from his breathing.

Turning on the shower, Peter you lasted a lot longer than you did the last time should we mark it as your new record?” Karen asks waiting for a response.

He was keeping track of how long he could last?

Peter Benjamin Parker” you sit up looking at your boyfriend. His cheeks turning pink as he sits up.

“Babygirl I-“

“You’re seriously keeping track?” You laugh placing your head in your hands. He is such a dork.

“Y-You’re not mad?” He questions tilting your chin up.

“Now I want to see how fast I can make you cum and start my own record” you grin sitting up heading toward the bathroom.

“I already have a record for how fast I can” Peter stands crossing his arms over his chest with a grin.

“Looks like I have to beat you, next time who ever loses has to clean the training rooms next week” you challenge looking back at him.

“Oh it’s so on, you’re going to cum and beg for me like always” he lifts you over his shoulder towards the shower.

“PETER!” You scream out as he starts to tickle your sides. From serious to childish, what a catch.

Peter is sweet in the street but a freak in the sheets.©

everybody wants to love you!

anonymous requested: for the soulmate prompt thing at first i was like aww for number 18 but then i just imagined modern reddie and eddie has fucking all star by smashmouth stuck in his head who the fuck is singing all start oh it’s richie (also on ao3)

Everyone knew that if a song was stuck in your head, it was because your soulmate was singing it. Eddie had always thought it was cute until it began happening to him. Now the main reason he wanted to meet his soulmate was to strangle them for singing such annoying songs.

Eddie struggled to concentrate on the textbook in front of him. He groaned and closed the book, resting his face in his hands. Bill gave him a concerned look over his laptop.

“Something wrong, Eddie?” he asked.

The brunet looked at him in exasperation. “They’re singing again. Why do they always have to start singing whenever I’m doing something important!?”

Bill smiled sympathetically. “What is it this time?”

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me / I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed / She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb / In the shape of an “L” on her forehead

“Fucking ‘All Star’ by Smash Mouth. I hate my life, Bill.”

His friend laughed. “You say that now but you’ll change your mind when you meet your soulmate.”

The hypochondriac rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Bill. You’re not the one with a soulmate that sings meme songs and weird indie shit. I wish my soulmate sang pretty songs like yours,” he grumbled.

Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play / Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid / And all that glitters is gold / Only shooting stars break the mold

Eddie whined again and buried his face in his arms.

“I want to die.”

He shot Bill a glare when he laughed.

-

“Are we rehearsing tonight?” Bill asked the lead singer and founder of their band.

Richie groaned. “I don’t want to but we have to keep practicing that song we’re gonna cover for the show on Friday, which is two days from now. So yeah, we’re rehearsing.”

Bill snorted. “Alright, I’ll let Bev know then.”

He left to call their bassist and Richie leaned back in the lounge chair in the Student Union. He began to hum the tune of their new song. The trashmouth pulled out his notebook and scribbled down some notes and lyric ideas.

I come home in the morning light / My mother says when you gonna live your life right / Oh mother dear we’re not the fortunate ones / And girls they wanna have fun / Oh girls just want to have fun

Richie smiled wide as he stilled his hand. He really wanted to meet his soulmate. From what he could gather by their taste in music, they’d be fun to be around.

“What are you smiling about?”

He looked up. Bill sat down across from him, eyebrow raised knowingly. Richie’s cheeks reddened as he looked back to his notebook.

When the working / When the working day is done / Oh when the working day is done oh girl / Girls, they wanna have fun

“My soulmate’s singing.”

Bill nodded, a smirk forming. “Beverly’s on her way,” he told him. “She’s bringing dinner, also.”

“God bless her fucking soul.”

-

Eddie watched as Stan threw himself dramatically on the couch in his apartment. He groaned loudly before regaining his composure and sitting up.

“Everything okay, Stan?” Eddie asked, genuinely concerned for his friend.

The curly haired teen looked up at him. “Yes and no.”

The brunet raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yes, I’m fine as in there isn’t anything actually wrong with me. No, I’m not fine because my soulmate won’t stop singing love songs.”

Eddie gave him a jealous look. “I’d take that over getting ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ stuck in my head every hour.”

Stan snorted. “I really want to meet them but it’s unlikely. I just hope the chances are good enough that we go to the same university.”

“I get what you mean. I want to meet my soulmate and beat the crap out of them for getting all those shitty songs stuck in my head, but yeah, I also want to meet them for the obvious reasons.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Eddie, but your soulmate sounds like a fucking nightmare,” his friend said. “Anyway, ready to start this dumbass history project?”

Eddie groaned and went over to the TV and turned it on.

“By the way, my roommate might be back, like, halfway through this documentary,” he explained as he inserted the DVD.

“I’m warning you now but history is honestly the most boring subject so don’t get mad at me if I fall asleep, which is very likely. Just pay extra attention,” Stan told him, pulling his feet up on the couch.

Eddie rolled his eyes and sat with him on the couch, pressing the play button. He tried to focus but the dull voice of the narrator explaining the French Revolution was making it hard. That and the new song stuck in his head.

Your sister thinks that I’m a freak / She’s been ignoring my calls, we haven’t spoken in a week / I get so drunk that I can’t speak / Yeah, nothing’s working and the future’s looking bleak and I say

“Really? Now of all times?”

“Song stuck in your head?” Stan asked as he repositioned himself to lie down.

Eddie nodded miserably. “Yeah, and it sounds loud. You know what I mean.”

“No, not really.”

Three beers and I’m so messed up, get drunk and I can’t shut up / She says that I drink too much / I fucked up and she hates my guts / She says that I need to grow up

“It always happens when I really need to focus. I feel like they know,” Eddie explained.

“Well, block it out and pay attention. I can feel my soul dying as this documentary progresses.”

The hypochondriac laughed at his friend and drew his legs up on the couch so he was sitting crisscross.

I’ll drink ‘til I’m staring at the ceiling / I’ll be just fine I’m numb and losing feeling / I can’t tell lies anymore

“What are we even supposed to do for this assignment?” Stan asked, looking over at Eddie.

He shrugged. “I think we’re supposed to watch the documentary and then write some questions? Our professor said he’d pick the best ones and use them as essay questions for the next test.”

“Shit.”

I just don’t know what to do, I’m still fucked up over you / She says that I drink too much / Hawaiian red fruit punch / She says I need to grow up

“It shouldn’t be too bad considering the French Revolution is pretty straightforward,” said Eddie.

His friend groaned again, leaning his head back against the couch. “Kill me.”

True to his word, Stan fell asleep about ten minutes in. Eddie tried his best to pay attention, scribbling down possible ideas for questions, but four more songs came and went. The documentary had just ended when he heard the apartment door open. He looked up from the TV where he was removing the disc.

“Hey,” Eddie waved. “How was practice?”

Bill dropped his bookbag on the ground and headed into the kitchen.

“It was good,” he told Eddie as he poured himself a bowl of cereal before draping himself over the armchair. “We got a lot of stuff done and perfected the two covers we’re doing for Fridays show. Which you better still be going to.”

Eddie rolled his eyes when Bill gave him a pointed look. “I’m going.”

He grinned. “Good. Anyway, what the hell were you watching?”

“It was for a stupid assignment for my history class. Speaking of, Stanley, wake up! It’s over.”

He shoved Stan with his foot, jerking him awake.

“Okay, first off? Rude. Secondly, your couch is very uncomfortable, please tell me you don’t make guest sleep here.”

Eddie shrugged at him. “Do you wanna, like, stay and get take out or something?”

Stan stood up, stretching his arms over his head, causing his shirt to ride up a bit. “No, I should probably get back to my apartment and hope my roommate hasn’t burned it down,” he replied.

He seemed to just now notice Bill. “Oh, you must be Eddie’s roommate. I’m Stanley.”

Bill smiled at him and Eddie noticed Stan’s cheeks flush. “Bill.”

“Nice to meet you. Anyway, I should head out. I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.”

Eddie said his goodbyes as he walked out of the apartment. He noticed how his roommate’s eyes lingered on the doorway.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, is he single?” Bill asked, looking back at Eddie.

“Unbelievable,” he shook his head as he walked back to his room.

“What, Eddie? Are you going to answer my question or not?” his roommate shouted after him.

He ignored him in favor of his phone vibrating. He checked to see that it was a text from Stan.

[ from: bird boy ] Okay so uhh

[ from: bird boy ] Your roommate is hot as fuck

[ from: bird boy ] Like,, raw me please

[ to: bird boy ] never ever ever make me read those words ever again in my life

[ from: bird boy ] Pass the word on to him I’m begging you

[ to: bird boy ] im blocking you

-

“Is it okay if my roommate joins us for lunch? I promised I’d go with him last week but obviously forgot and then made plans with you. He just texted me asking where we’re meeting.”

Richie looked up and Bill and laughed. “Fine with me, Big Bill. You talk a lot about your roommate. I’m excited to meet him.”

Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you / Back up, they don’t love you like I love you / Step down, they don’t love you like I love you / Can’t you see there’s no other man above you? / What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you / Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you

He cracked a smile. “I really want to meet my soulmate.”

Bill raised an eyebrow.

“Beyoncé.”

His friend snorted and rolled his eyes before returning to texting his roommate about his whereabouts.

How did it come down to this? / Scrolling through your call list / I don’t wanna lose my pride, but I’m a fuck me up a bitch / Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun / There’s something that I’m missing, maybe my head for one

“Okay, he’s on his way. I told him I’d order for him so let’s get going.”

Richie nodded and followed Bill into the restaurant. They ordered their food, with Bill ordering also for his roommate, before diving deep into conversation.

“Bill, I swear to god, if you ask about him again I’m going to kill you.”

A short brunet stopped abruptly behind Bill, unaware of Richie’s presence. He took this time to admire him. He was cute. Really cute. Richie grinned.

“Hiya,” he said with a grin, taking the newcomer’s eyes off his friend.

“This is my friend Richie. Richie, this is my roommate Eddie,” Bill explained. “He’ll be having lunch with us if that’s okay with you.”

Eddie gave Richie a quick once over and a small smile before sitting down next to Bill. Their food arrived shortly after and they began to eat.

“So, Eddie,” the trashmouth began. “Are you coming to our show on Friday?”

Eddie looked up, his look a bit skeptical. “Our show?” he repeated.

“I’m sure you’ve heard all about the band from Bill.”

“You’re in that band?”

Richie laughed. “Eds, I formed that band!”

He grimaced. “Don’t call me Eds.”

The dark-haired teen reached over and pinched his new friend’s cheek. “But its cute, like you!”

Eddie slapped his hand away, only looking mildly embarrassed. He glanced at Bill.

“Is he always like this?” he asked.

Bill looked at his friend and sighed. “Sadly.”

Richie placed his hand on his chest in mock offense. “You hurt me, Bill. This isn’t how you were treating me last night. Why do you always have to act so different when we’re in public?” he whined as he began to pretend to cry dramatically.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

Richie grinned wide and pushed his chair back. “I have to go. You’d better be at that show tomorrow, Eddie, or I will be very sad!”

He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed toward the exit.

“He didn’t pay,” he heard Eddie say to Bill.

“This isn’t the first time.”

Richie waved over his shoulder and blew Bill a kiss. He winked at Eddie, his grin widening when he saw him blush.

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Friday finally rolled around and Eddie decided to invite Stan to Bill’s band’s show. He made sure to specifically mention that his roommate was in this said band because he knew Stanley would never go otherwise.

“Can you please stop talking about you and my roommate fucking,” Eddie pleaded, pressing his fingers to his temples. “And are you sure you still want to go? You weren’t looking too good earlier.”

“It’s the depression,” Stan replied, giving him a look. “But I’m okay now.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay. Let me know if you want to leave at any time and we will.”

Can I get your number? / Can I get you into bed? / When we wake up in the morning / Will you give me lots of head?

“Oh, that’s nice,” Eddie sighed as they got closer to their destination.

“Another song?”

Eddie nodded.

“Me too. Or at least parts of a song.”

Everybody wants to love you / Everybody wants to love you! / Everybody wants to love you

They approached the venue, easily identifiable by music and cheering. They paid the entry fee and walked inside. Eddie was immediately greeted by sweaty, dancing bodies and loud music. He saw Richie up on stage, strumming a guitar. He spotted Bill in the back on the drums, and two other individuals: a girl on bass and a dark-skinned guy on another guitar. He couldn’t help but stare at Richie, who caught his gaze. The dark-haired boy grinned and winked at him before continuing with the song.

Will you lend me your toothbrush? Will you make me breakfast in bed? Ask me to get married And then make me breakfast again!

Eddie watched as the rest of the band joined in for the chorus.

Everybody wants to love you.”

He froze. The Richie sang the next part alone.

Everybody wants to love you!

Eddie felt as if his skin was on fire. His hands started shaking and checked his pockets, cursing internally because of course he didn’t bring his inhaler.

“Eddie!” Stan snapped him out of his daze. Distantly he heard the band sing another line. “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to throw up. Do you need me to take you to the bathroom?”

He could only nod. He didn’t think that he would react this way to meeting his soulmate. Stan grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd. He was dimly aware of the song ending and people cheering. He didn’t notice the look on Richie’s face when Stan pulled him into the bathroom. He turned the sink on and wet a paper towel, dabbing it on his face to cool himself down.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“The lead singer of that band? The one on the guitar?”

“Richie? Yeah, he’s my roommate and best friend. He’s also terrible. What about him?” Stan asked, genuinely concerned for his wellbeing.

Eddie stared at him. “He’s your roommate? You live with him?”

“Unfortunate, I know. Wait, how do you know him?”

“Bill introduced me.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Oh, god. You’re the guy he’s been gushing on about for the past twenty-four hours. It’s disgusting.”

“Says the guy who won’t shut up about my roommate,” Eddie accused.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, what does you almost having an asthma attack have to do with Richie?” Stanley questioned, crossing his arms.

“Well he’s, uh, he’s my soulmate,” Eddie confessed.

The curly haired boy’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. How do you know? God, he’s going to be ecstatic when he finds out.”

Eddie reddened. “That song. It was stuck in my head on the walk over here. It sounded like it got so much louder when we came inside.”

Stan nodded. “Well, you have to tell him because he looked hurt when I had to drag you in here.”

“I literally only met him yesterday,” Eddie whined.

Stanley rolled his eyes. “Yet you like him! Man up and tell him that he’s your soulmate.” He gave Eddie a quick hug before exiting the bathroom.

Eddie took a deep breath. He moved to open the bathroom door but it was pushed open. Richie grabbed his hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

He short-circuited for a second. “I have to tell you something.”

Richie rubbed his thumb over the palm, making Eddie shiver. “Okay.”

Eddie looked away, cheeks red. “You’re my soulmate.”

“What?”

“On the walk here, I had that song you just played stuck in my head and I’d never heard it before,” Eddie admitted.

“What did you listen to before meeting Bill for lunch yesterday?” Richie asked him.

“Um, I listened to Beyoncé. Lemonade specifically, but I don’t know what this has to do with anything.”

Richie pushed him back against the bathroom wall and grabbed the sides of his face. He kissed him hard, hands moving from his cheeks to his waist. Eddie was thrown off guard but immediately regained his composure, kissing him back earnestly, his fingers curling in his shirt. Richie coaxed his mouth open, the wet sounds of mouths and tongues pressing together filled the small room.

“I can’t believe you just made out with me in a fucking bathroom. Do you know how germy and disgusting these places are?” Eddie panted as they broke apart.

“Relax, babe. It’s not like I’m fucking you in a stall,” he grinned and pressed his forehead to Eddie’s. “Unless you want me to.”

Eddie pushed him away. “Beep beep, Richie,” he used the phrase he heard Bill say yesterday to get him to shut up. “Absolutely disgusting.”

Richie laughed and kissed him again, this time gentler. He pulled back and placed a kiss on his temple, intertwining their fingers together.

“I gotta get back out there,” he said, pulling him toward the exit. “I’ll dedicate the next song to you, darlin’.”

Eddie smiled wide as his soulmate led him back out into the crowd. He’d strangle him for singing all those annoying songs another night. Tonight was all about them.

You see the hard part about being a woman in a society dominated by men is that men think that they get to decide what is harmful and what isn’t. They get to decide what is embarrassing, or scary, or oppressive, and what isn’t. Let’s take catcalling for example. Men would defend catcalling by saying things like, “It’s a compliment!” “She should be grateful!” “I didn’t mean any harm by it!’ Meanwhile, women would say something along the lines of, "It creeped me out.” “It made me feel violated and objectified.” “Why was he so determined to tell me how great my ass looks in that dress??” Now I’m sure this post could get many men responding by saying things like, “She shouldn’t have been wearing that if she didn’t want the attention.” “She was asking for it.” “I couldn’t control myself, she looked so hot.” If you can’t see the pattern here, I’ll spell it out for you. The responsibility is being passed on to the women, but only when men are forced to see that their “compliments” are harmful, and they don’t want them to be.
But what would happen if we flipped the script? Most men would tell you that they would feel honored and take it as a compliment. But guess what? It’s because they’ve never been in our position before. They’ve never had to. They think once they’ve had enough it would just stop and they’d be free to go on however they’d like. But for us it doesn’t stop. It never stops. It keeps going and going and we keep getting brushed aside, we keep getting told that we’re overreacting, that it’s not a big deal, but they’ve never been in our shoes. How could they know??
So there it is, ladies and gents. Men in our society feel so in control that they believe that they can decide what is dangerous/harmful/oppressive to women and what isn’t. So here’s the question I have for anyone who reads this post: If someone you loved were to come to you and tell you that what you were doing was hurting them and they wanted you to stop, how would you react? Would you tell them it was all in their head, or would you stop the activity? I am coming to all of you men out there, as a woman living in a male-dominated society, and I am telling you right here and right now. What you’re doing is hurting me. Please. Please stop. Please don’t brush me off as overdramatic. You’ve never been in a woman’s shoes. You’ve never heard the whistles, felt the eyes crawling all over your naked body, experienced the hands grabbing at you from all angles trying to cup a feel while you’re desperately trying to pry them off of you. Please stop. Use the power in your situation to change the situation for those who don’t have the kind of privilege that you do.

Burden of Proof

Word Count: 2357

Request: “ Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” And a very pleasant thought it is. 

Warning: Language, making out, and utter ridiculousness

A/N: I had more free time than I anticipated, so you’re getting this early. You have the snow storm to thank for this nonsense.

Steve Version

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

“Ow ow ow ow ow!” you groaned through clenched teeth as Natasha dragged you through the halls and over the bodies of the incapacitated Hydra agents.

“Hush! There could still be some stragglers hanging around,” she hissed at you, readjusting her hold in order to pull you along more quickly.

“Well if you hadn’t been there to pull me out of the way, that delightful bullet would have definitely silenced me for good. You have only yourself to blame.”

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Sleepless

Summary: You and Sam both have insomnia, so you find a way to entertain yourselves.

Warning: smut

Word Count: 1550

A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote Sam x reader. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


12:36 AM

Insomnia does weird things to a person.

Under no other circumstances would you be sitting in the library of the bunker, reading about the weaponry forged in fourteenth century Japan to combat a monster that was essentially an ocean-dwelling werewolf.

Yeah. Can’t make this shit up.

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De-Lovely

Author: @kpopfanfictrash , as part of Bangtan University - a series of ongoing one shots with @eradikeats-writes 

Creative Content Contributors: @daegusoftboys , for her wonderful and amazing moodboard

Pairing: Reader / Taehyung 

Rating: 18+ (explicit sex, dirty talk, slight degradation)

Word Count: 11,630

Summary:  We’re all running from something. Whether it’s a painful past, uncertain future or murky present. One of my favorite things about theatre, is that for an hour, maybe two – you can escape. You don’t have to be yourself, if you don’t want to. Better yet, you can find yourself in someone else.

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Unlike Him

With your brother Archie and dad out of the house, you invite over Jughead. Quickly you let out your feelings for him, which leads to sex. But afterwards it seems that Jughead had changed his mind. In the following weeks you realize something, something that may change both of your lives.

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Warning: Smut

This is my first Riverdale imagine. Sorry if it’s bad I haven’t written in a long time. Let me know if you guys like it and if you want a part 2!

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With the recent murders in my hometown of Riverdale I felt uncomfortable as I tried falling asleep with my brother, Archie, and dad gone, visiting my mom in Chicago (a trip with I happily opted out of).  So I called the only person I knew who would make me feel safe.

  Soon enough I heard a knock on the front door. Running down stairs, I opened up the door to Jughead. Pulling him into a hug, I thanked him for coming. We made our way up to my bedroom, both laying down on the bed, turning on the TV, to see what was on.

    After a while of trying to find something good on TV, I moved from my position with my head on Jugheads chest to siting up.

  “I am so bored,” I whined to him. “There is nothing on this stupid TV and there’s nothing to do.”

Jughead laughed, “Of course there isn’t, it’s 1 am.”

With that I let out a sigh, dramatically falling onto Jugheads, still laying body.  Finally an idea came to me. This might just be the perfect time to make my move. The move where I finally let Jughead know I’ve had a crush on him since the 3rd grade, when he told me I could play with Archie and him, even though Archie tried kicking me out… my knight in shining armor.  I tried getting over it, I really did. He was my brother’s best friend, and a matter of fact my best friend too, I couldn’t ruin I and make everything awkward. I made myself do all the things to try to get as far away from him as possible; I even went as far as to join the River Vixens Freshman year. But I guess it was hopeless. I could barely keep my eyes off him tonight, due to his shirtless body, his excuse being that it was “too hot”.  I just wanted to pounce.  

  I finally realized Jughead had been trying to get my attention, but I had just been staring of into space. Well I needed to tell him, I decided. However, I had my fingers crossed that he felt the same way.  

Still on top of him, I sat up, making it so that I was straddling him, then I began to speak, “Jughead, I, uh, I need to tell you something. Just let me talk and then you can tell me how you feel. I- I’ve been in love you since the 3rd grade. I’ve tried to push these feelings down, I really have, but I just can’t. I just couldn’t keep this from you any longer. I completely understand if you don’t feel that way. Just tell me and I’ll never mention it to you again. I-,” suddenly you were cut off.

Jughead had leaned up and kissed me. I basked in the feeling of his warm lips on mine, however it did not last as long as I would have liked.

“That’s a yes, I like you too,” he responded.

Smiling we kissed again, with Jughead suddenly flipping us over, making it so he was on top.  After that he put his hands on my waist, slowly raising them under my shirt, as mine made their way to his neck. Our kiss became more intense, our lips battling one another over dominance, but I already knew it was a losing battle. His lips slowing moved to my neck, sucking on it, leaving what I am sure would be clearly visible hickeys. Once he reached a certain spot, I couldn’t hold in the noises anymore, letting out a moan. I could feel Jughead smirking against my skin, and it seemed my noises pushed him further and he quickly, separated himself to take my shirt off, thankfully he was already shirtless.

As we began to kiss again, I realized that even though this was slightly awkward, Jughead clearly knew what he was doing and ourbodys seemed to fit perfectly together. I could feel his hard on against your leg growing, which just made me want him more, causing to begin to grind up into him, causing him to let a barely there moan. Quickly he began to take off my bra, and move his lips down to my nipples. He focus on sucking the right when, as his hand moved to the other. He made quick work of going back and forth until finally he seemed to have enough. Separating himself from me he began to talk of my pants, and I started to undo his belt buckle. He made quick work of my pants, standing up and pulling the all the way off my legs, along with my panties. Quickly doing the same to his jeans and boxers afterwards.

  Lying back on top of me, he began to kiss me again. Slowly his hands worked their way down my body. Once he reached my core he looked up into my eyes checking to see if I was okay with this. I quickly nodded; I was dying to feel something. Slowly he began to put one, then two in, moving the slowly in and out. I could tell he was teasing me, from the smug grin on his face, listening to my desperate moans.

Finally having enough of his teasing I begged him, “Please, faster.”

  Thankfully, having mercy on me he began to speed up. Keeping up the pace, I started getting close to my orgasm, but suddenly he stop. Despite my anger of not being allowed to cum, I knew what he was going to do which made it all better.

  Jughead looked up at me, while he lined himself up to my core and slowly began to push in. God, was he big, I wasn’t a virgin, but I had definitely never been with a guy who had as much as he did, causing it to slightly hurt as he pushed himself in. I grabbed onto his biceps, digging crevices with my nails as he finally was all the way in. After a second he slowly began moving in and out, creating a natural rhythm.

I could see he was restraining himself from going as fast as he wanted to, just so he could make sure I was comfortable first, “It’s ok, you can go faster.”

After my words he became ramping up his pace. As he began to hit just the spot I cried out, moving my hands to his scratch his back. He clearly got the message, he just that place as fast and hard as he could. He wanted to make sure I came before he did, so he moved his hand down to by clit, quickly rubbing it.

Before I knew it I was there, moaning out his name. A seconds after I came, he also did too.  As he pulled out, he rolled off, pulling me into his arms. It was already late, and with such a workout, we both quickly feel asleep.

I awoke to Jughead, getting out of bed and beginning to get dressed. I looked at my clock seeing that it was only 4 am, I wondered where he was going.

Sitting up I asked, “Leaving so soon, where are you going? It’s still dark out.”

  I seemed to have surprised him and he quickly turned to me, with a look on his face I couldn’t quite make out.

“I, um, I need to leave. Us… This was a mistake, it never should have happened. I’m sorry,” he quickly spoke, trying to avoid looking in my eyes.

Tears started coming to my eyes. How could he say that? I thought he felt the same way. This was Jughead, were talking about, he wasn’t one ot say something then take it back.

“Th-that’s not true. You said you liked me too,” I began.

“Yes it is, I completely regret this happening. Now I have to go. I’ll see you at school or something” he said and with that he was out the door.

How could this happen? I quickly called the only 2 people I could think of.

Soon enough Betty and Veronica arrived. I quickly told them what had happened through my tears. Veronica, being who she is threatened to make him regret every being born, making me laugh. For the rest of that night that was there goal, making me laugh and realize I am better without him.

At lunch a few weeks later, Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and me were all sitting outside the school at our usually picnic table. We had been talking about boys again. So of course Jughead came up. We were all still baffled by the fact that he acted the way he did.

“Well at least he wore a condom, so you can’t have his evil demon spawn,” Kevin said trying to lighten to mood.

Everyone burst out laughing, except for me. He did wear a condom… didn’t he?  I tried thinking back to that night. I quickly realized that I had no condoms, in my room and unless Jughead was just carrying one around with him, it meant that he hadn’t worn one. As soon as that realization came to me, I quickly sat up beginning to sprint into the school, running past both my brother and Jughead, who were headed to the table.

At the table everyone looked around, with Kevin saying, “I thought it was funny, I wasn’t trying to hurt her feeling.”

Quickly the two girls thought about it and realized there was a reason I was running, and it wasn’t because Kevin hurt my feeling. Suddenly they jumped up too, running after me.

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About mirrors

Manga spoilers for chapter 263 ahead.

So you guys,

I just realized why Bokuto is so prominently in the audience for this match, and I’m kinda pissed at myself for only noticing it now because this is a pretty neat technique and it’s definitely something writers can make good use of.

Furudate tends to use audience member like the choir in a greek tragedy. They’re there to make sense of the proceedings. They explain stuff, they mention why things are important, they guide the viewer by being the everyman themselves.

But Bokuto has a very specific use: he’s there to be a mirror.
Specifically, he’s there to mirror Tanaka’s perseverance.

Because this is one of the defining traits of Bokuto Kotarou.
It’s something he himself is aware of. He’s one of the top five spikers in the country, but he also has self esteem issues. He’s quick to lose heart.

This is alleviated for him at Fukurodani, by having a literal empath as a setter. Akaashi at all time has a mental percentage list of how close his spiker is to breakdown and what actions he should perform for best results.

Tanaka, we’re shown, does not have this advantage.

What Tsukki does when he passes to Asahi is probably smart, probably also well-intentioned, but it is very much considered a snub.
You can see this in the reactions of the audience.

One way or another, this is a personal affront to Tanaka’s pride.
Now look at Bokuto again. He’s looking up at the ceiling, he’s *frustrated by proxy* and Akaashi, who is so in tune to his spiker’s mood, knows exactly what’s going on. He’s nervous. He’s worried. He’s fully expecting Tanaka to fall apart, because that’s what Bokuto would do.
He says it himself, he would have broken ages ago.

But Tanaka didn’t.

In part, because who needs empaths when you have the literal sunshine that is Hinata in your team.
But also, because this is Tanaka and
Tanaka’s main strength lies in his tenacity.

And that’s why this is such a powerful arc.