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number1mingyustan · 2 years

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Teach Me ☾

gamerbf!beomgyu x fem!reader

Warnings: penetration (riding), beomgyu likes thighs, finger sucking, dry humping, unprotected sex, creampie

Summary: Your boyfriend didn’t know how much he enjoyed watched you game until he experienced it.

Word Count: 1.6k

(a/n: i promise i’ll proofread one day, it just wasn’t today.)

You were bored. It was late afternoon on a Sunday and you’d been less than productive. You’d spent a good portion of your day in bed, simply resting but now even that was boring.

You finally got out of bed, deciding to find some way of entertaining yourself. As you strolled through your apartment, a particular sound caught your attention.

You heard game noises from your boyfriend’s office. When Beomgyu was in there, he almost always kept the door closed. Gaming was something he did for a living, hence why you were able to afford such a nice apartment.

He’s grown quite a following, which eventually led to brand deals and merch that only helped to increase his popularity. So when he was gaming, you always left him alone knowing how important it was to him. However, it was Sunday. He never streamed on Sundays. So curiously, you opened peeked into the door.

There sat your boyfriend who was heavily concentrating on the game in front of him. Luckily for you, he’s quickly won the game he was playing and shifted his attention toward you.

“Hi Princess,” he greeted.

It was a common name for you, yet every time he said it you felt flustered as though he’d never called you it before.

“Hi,” you replied shyly.

“You’re finally up,” he comments. “Though you’d stay in bed the whole day.”

You shake your head, fully walking into the room. “Got bored. Can I play?”

Your questions stuns him. You want to play? You’d never shown much interest in gaming as a whole. On occasion you’d ask him questions about what he was doing, but the questions never had anything to do with you.

Gaming was more so his thing. You had your stuff and he had his, so to say the least, he was shocked that you’d so suddenly wanted to take part in one of his interests.

“Uh- yeah? I guess. I mean if you want to,” he says.

As you come closer he takes notice of your clothing choice. You’re wearing nothing but one of his shirts, which fits you big. It reaches about mid to upper thigh. You’re not wearing a bra either.

You seat yourself on the arm rest of his chair, curiously eyeing the screen.

“Here,” he offers. He changes the character to a female one before handing you the controller.

As he does so, his eyes scan your thighs. Now that you’re sitting down, the shirt rides up a little more. He’s quick to look away, reshuffling his focus back to you and the game.

He reaches over to you, veiny hands of full display. He continues explaining what each button does and what the object of the game was. You were a quick learner, so in no time you’d started a match and began playing.

A genuine smile crept up on Beomgyu’s face as he watched you play. You’d squeal and jerk the controller if something was close to attacking you. He found it amusing.

“Oh here look,” he reaches over, pressing on two of the controller buttons as the same time. “That’s for a combo attack, it’s more powerful.”

You nodded, continuing to play the game. Beomgyu sat back and watched, eyeing you and the screen. He got so caught up looking at you that he didn’t even notice you lost the game until he watched your face pout.

He shifted his eyes to the screen, seeing a “You Lost” projected. “ ‘S okay baby.”

You whined. “I was doing so well though.”

“Here look,” he wrapped his arm around your waist, sliding your body from the arm rest onto his lap. He wrapped both his arms around you, holding the controller.

He peeked his head from behind you to your side so he was still able to see the screen. “I told you think button was to dodge, and that one was to jump. You were just attacking the whole time, you have to be smart about it Princess. Can’t just go attack the entire time, you have to avoid too. Doesn’t matter how strong you are, you can only land so many punches before dying if you let them attack you.”

You nod and he restarts the game. He demonstrates what he just explained first, giving you a bit of a head start in the game because he was just so good. But he did hand the controller back to you, watching how well you took his advice.

You quickly got the hang of it and kept the upper hand throughout the game. You were a natural, and he loved it. Beomgyu found himself getting more turned on by watching you.

You were showing interest in his hobbies and fuck, you looked good doing it. In his clothes that only covered so much of your body. And you were winning? He felt like he could bust in his pants right there.

He felt his cock stir, tightening against his sweatpants. It definitely wasn’t helping that as you got into the game, you started to squirm a bit out of excitement.

He let out a low groan, but you were too into the game to really notice.

You won, cheering and lightly bouncing on his lap. It’s not until then that you feel him. His hands rest on your thighs, rubbing light circles along your skin.

“You look good princess,” he says quietly.

You feel your face heat up at his words. You don’t really know how to respond, but he’s doing it on purpose. He’s well aware that you’re aware of his… situation and using that to tease you.

“My good girl won,” he says as his hands begin moving your shirt. He slides the shirt up just enough to reveal your pretty pink panties. “Think she deserves to be rewarded for that yeah?”

You’re so flustered, you can’t even respond. You’re thankful he can’t see you right now. Because one thing about Beomgyu was that he was a fucking tease. Always knew the right things to say or do to throw you off your game.

He pinches your thigh, causing you to jolt. “I asked you a question.”

He turns your body around so you’re still seated on his lap but facing him. You look down at him, nodding.

That gives him all the permission he needs. He lifts his short off your body, licking his lips at the sight of your tits. His hands find your thighs, slowly guiding them so you’re grinding against him. He buries his face between your tits as he does so, moaning against your skin and causing vibrations to course through your body.

His digits play with the hem of your panties. You still feel his lips on your neck as he slides them down, allowing it to hang on your ankle. You sit on his lap completely nude while he’s still fully dressed.

His lips travel along your tits, leaving dark marks and wet kisses as he palms himself through his sweatpants. His cock is now straining painfully hard against the fabric.

You look down at him with half-lidded eyes as he touches himself. A wet patch grows on the front of his sweatpants, likely caused by the both of your arousal.

He finally pulls his sweatpants down to his knees, revealing his cock in all its glory. It’s veiny and throbbing with need.

“Want you to take me raw,” you whisper in his ear.

He’s more than happy to hear these words come out of your mouth. It’s not long before you’re seating yourself on his length. His cock slides in smoothly, filling you up to the brim. You love the feeling of fullness that his cock provides.

Your hands grip his shoulders for support when you start riding him. You allow his length to penetrate you, filling your core up each time. You let out loud,breathy moans alongside his name.

“Gyu,” you moan. “Feel so good. So full.”

He nips at the flesh above your tits. “I know princess.”

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing small circles around your sensitive nub. You moan out loud, picking up the pace of your bouncing. His head falls back at the feeling, comfortably resting against the chair as he enjoys the pleasure you’re providing him.

You’re so fucking wet and warm and tight. Beomgyu feels like he could burst at any second. Seeing you on top of him, tits bouncing in his face with covered in his love bites is everything he could ask for.

His thumb works faster and he begins thrusting his hips up into yours. “Fuck!”

Your head falls back, nails now digging into his shoulders. His hips meet your pace as he continues to stimulate your sensitive clit. He slips two fingers into your mouth, which you eagerly suck on.

It’s not long before you’re cumming around his cock, moaning like a mess and spilling out incoherent words along his digits. He watches you in awe as you cry out, allowing your orgasm to take over your body. He feels you tighten around him, causing him to let out a deep groan.

He gives you a second to come down from your high, your actions coming to a halt. But after a few moments you feel him pinch your thigh. “Princess I’m close. A little more okay?”

Your legs already feel like jelly and you haven’t fully recovered from your previous orgasm. Still you nod, gripping his shoulders tightly for support.

You bounce on his cock again, allowing his length to fill up your walls, hitting all your sweet spots repeatedly. He continues to fuck you, thrusts meeting your own movement.

His breath starts to become shaky, indicating that his orgasm was impending. His hands grip your thighs, squeezing on the flesh as he watches himself release into you.

He doesn’t even give you a warning, simply letting go and shooting his cum inside of you. He moans, repeating a series of curses as your warm walls milk his cock.

Once he finally comes down from his high, the two of you look at each other. Both of you are sweaty and breathless, heavily panting and recovering from your orgasms. He rests in hand on your cheek, pulling you in and planting a peck on your lips.

“Love you,” he tells you.

His hands smooth against your back, rubbing innocent circles along the skin. As he does so, he helps to lift your body off of his softening cock and standing you up next to him. He hands you back his shirt with a smile his face.

“How about you pull those panties back up and hold my cum until you win another game yeah?”

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#txt #txt fanfic #txt smut #txt beomgyu #choi beomgyu #beomgyu smut #kpop

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ace-touya · 8 months

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Headcanons I Have For Some of 1-A

Not all of these are my own and some are very popular/common, but I thought of a lot of them myself too!

Izuku Midoriya

His mum taught him to crochet

His favourite fruit is apples

Before he got One For All he’d try to be a hero by doing cliche good guy things, like helping old people cross the road and getting cats out of trees

Mumbles hero facts in his sleep

Tells his mum about Ochaco all the time

As a child, because he knows his dad’s quirk was breathing fire, he once asked his mother of Endeavour was his dad

Autism and ADHD, heroes are his special interest

Shoto Todoroki

He’s autistic, this is barely a headcanon at this point it may as well be canon

Uses he/him, but doesn’t really care if people use other pronouns

He stimmed a lot as a child but was constantly told off for it until he stopped, now he can barely recognise his own emotions because his stims were different depending on how he felt

He only takes cold showers

When he started talking to them, he would ask Natsuo and Fuyumi to tell him stories about Touya

Katsuki Bakugo

He’s gay

Hard of hearing from his explosions, Class 1-A are trying to learn sign, Present Mic is helping because he’s also hoh from his own quirk

stole some of Izuku’s All Might merch when they were children because he was too embarrassed to ask for any

his favourite colour is pink

he’s genuinely scared of his mother

him and Ochaco have been close friends ever since the Sports Festival, but he won’t admit it

Has really bad ADHD posture

makes tiny explosions as visual stims

One of his ways to distress is by cleaning, but because of his ADHD he struggles to actually clean, so he continues to be stressed

Ochaco Uraraka

Before they moved into dorms, she used to save food from the cafeteria to take home to her parents

Can carry Izuku, Iida and Katsuki. Katsuki swears she’s using her quirk, but she isn’t

She has ADHD, and finds it really hard to think before she speaks, also tending to interrupt people a lot

Her attention span is non-existent, and in middle school she was always scared of telling her teachers she couldn’t focus or hadn’t been listening, but she finds it a lot easier to do that in UA

She plays Animal Crossing New Horizons on Izuku’s Nintendo Switch

Tenya Iida

Autistic as well

Talks really fast most of the time

Dresses up as his brother for Halloween almost every year

He made a group chat for class 1-A for important things but everyone just uses it to send memes that he doesn’t understand

Momo Yaoyorozu

Having her hair up helps her focus like Violet from a Series of Unfortunate Events

She’s autistic as well, and really struggles with social cues, especially flirting

make-up gives her sensory issues

Midnight was the only teacher Momo confided in about her low self esteem. The fact that Midnight believed in her helped her stay motivated when she didn’t believe in herself

She gives the best presents because she can buy expensive things and if she can’t find anything she thinks people will like she just makes them stuff

Tsuyu Asui

Uses she/they pronouns

Has synetshesia, and will randomly tell her classmates that their voice tastes like x, or their name is y colour. For example, Ochaco’s voice tastes like marshmallows and Katsuki’s name is yellow

Also autistic! She does t-rex arms all the time canonically

She likes styling the other 1-A girls hairs

Eijiro Kirishima

Wears eyeliner

made the Bakusquad group chat

He looks up to Mina and Fatgum even more than he looks up to Crimson Riot

He’s banned from the dorm room kitchen by Katsuki

ADHD! Executive Dysfunction has it out for this man and the rest of the class basically keep him alive

Kyouka Jiro

sensory overloads constantly

Bisexual

listens to music to help her sleep

she video calls her parents almost every day in the dorms

Exclusively drinks fizzy drinks

Takes a lot of photos of random things that her classmates do, and makes it into a photo album

Denki Kaminari

Trans masc

Pulls finger guns whenever he compliments anyone

Has a really wide range of music tastes

Tries his very best to keep Mineta in check

He loves just dance

Fumikage Tokoyami

Uses they/them pronouns

Their room is usually a mess. Clothes everywhere.

writes and reads poetry, their favourite is The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe

Chirps as a stim

Knows morse code. Nobody knows why

Yuga Aoyama

Genderfluid

Attracted to men

Does yoga

Cheese is his comfort food

He’s autistic too. Nobody in this class is nuerotypical, not even their homeroom teacher

Knows how to braid hair

#Izuku midoriya #shoto torodoki #katsuki Bakugo #ochaco uraraka #momo yaoyorozu #tenya iida #tsuyu asui #eijiro kirishima #kyoka jiro #denki kaminari #fumikage tokoyami #yuga aoyama #class 1a #bnha #mha

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bumblebeerror · 6 months

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I think the worst thing about Tumblr dropping down to a skeleton crew was that Tumblr users were diligent with giving feedback to the site for the entirety of the new changes automattic made.

At no point was there all that much support for things like the new photo/video viewer, which no longer allows you to zoom in and takes you to random ass other posts. The new viewer also lags so much that videos often don’t play until you exit it. I saw hundreds of posts talking about the issues and what needed doing in BOTH proposed cases - people explained how to make the new one more usable, and how to improve the old one.

Tumblr’s biggest handicap was ALWAYS that it’s interface tough to get the hang of if you’ve never used any other blogging platform, since it’s one of the few platforms left that is specifically about blogging. Tumblr has been avoided by loads of people because there isn’t a crash course on how to work the site, the buttons and icons are not explained, etc. And while I love it, those changes are what would bring more people here. It’s daunting to join a new platform, especially one you don’t understand in the slightest and one that is not set up like most social media.

The things we railed against hardest were features that encouraged one-way relationships with other users - mutuals to a tumblr user are literal friendships, and doing anything to make direct communication with those friends harder Ie: non chronological timeline, moving the messaging system, making tags visible in reblogs so that people felt weird about talking in them, so on.

The thing is, Automattic, you’re never going to get a social media like any of the others out of this site. This site has such a long reputation that the best thing you could have done to improve it was to focus SOLEY on bug fixes, outside of the fun gifts and badges and checkmarks and merch. Implementing new features wasn’t going to save this site, but fixing the bugs and implementing a way to teach new users how the site is used at the most basic level may have, because your issue is NOT that tumblr isn’t a fun, interactive platform as it was without tumblr live - your issue was that it’s reputation precedes it. And if it’s reputation precedes it and you don’t make an effort to make those who are curious want to stay, that’s where your influx of people went.

They came here because Twitter was dying and had no idea what to do, weren’t used to using xkit to fix the site, didn’t find the constant lag and glitches endearing, and left.

It wasn’t that we didn’t have an extremely data-insecure live-streaming service.

@staff , thanks for trying to listen. I saw it, I promise.

#tumblr

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ifhymona · 3 months

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٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 5 | chino moreno x reader

chapter 4 ~ chapter 6 | AO3

1.6k words

y/n’s pov:

being back with the band felt great. it was even better this time now that there was no more grudges. i think my new favorite thing to do is hang out with them.

they’ve been really good in practice lately. abe really is the coolest drummer i’ve ever seen. i find myself always focusing on his drums. stephen and chi’s riffs compliment each other very well. and chino’s voice is nothing like anything i’ve heard before. i honestly think if one of them were gone, doesn’t matter who, the band would be incomplete.

a new venue bar named the whiskey junction had just opened up in sacramento and it’s been hot recently. a lot of popular local bands have been playing there lately. i’ve been working my ass off to get this gig because i think they deserved it. i was excited to tell them the big news.

i walked into the garage when they were practicing one of their songs. i sat there on the couch and listened to them. i always enjoyed listening to all of their new stuff. i felt special to be their audience for every song.

right when they finished their song, i jumped up. “you guys will never believe what i was able to pull off!”

“oh yeah? what’d you do?” abe asked curiously.

“i was able to get you guys a gig at the whiskey junction, the new bar in town!”

“no way!!” they all cheered.

“how were you even able to book us, y/n?” chi gave me hug.

“well after a lot of convincing, you can get anything.” i joked.

chino asked “when is it?”

“it’s three weeks from now. they even have a merch table we could use! you guys could sell t-shirts and some cds!”

“oh shit. we have a lot of work to do then.” chino stressed.

“don’t worry you guys. as your assistant, i’ll take care of the merch table. all you guys need to focus on is making sure you sound perfect!”

“i mean, are you sure y/n? we can help we don’t mind.” stephen asked.

“trust me, i got it.” i said excitedly.

“well if that’s the case, i’m taking us out tonight.” chi offered.

chi ended up taking us to this place called hot shots. it was a bar with pool tables and an arcade. i had loads of fun with them. stephen kept beating all of us though. i don’t understand how he’s so good at pool.

i’ve missed having a friend group. high school wasn’t the best. last i recall i had a real friend group was in middle school.

we left hot shots at around 10:30. chino dropped everyone else off first.

“i wanna take you somewhere.” chino told me.

“me? what are you gonna kidnap me?” i teased.

“what? no of course not.” he chuckled nervously. “i just-“ he collected himself. “i just thought you know we haven’t really hung out in a while. i mean we have but i meant just the two of us. like old times.” he shrugged.

“well, where would you like to take me?” i smiled.

“just you wait.” he smiled back.

“no way!” i ran towards the park he took me to. “i can’t believe you remember this place!”

“how could i forget? this is where we would always go when we wanted to sneak out together.” he sat down on his swing. i sat on mine.

there was an awkward tension. i guess it’s just been so long since it’s been the two of us like this. “so, what did you wanna talk about?” i asked hoping it would clear some of the awkwardness in the air.

“do you remember that one time in mr.fredrick’s PE class-“ he giggled in between his sentence. “when we were playing pickleball and i said watch this and hit the pickleball towards mr. fredrick’s bald head?” he started busting up laughing.

i joined him. “yes! then it hit is head so hard it bounced off his head and his glasses fell off!” we both were dying of laughter at this point.

when it quiet down, we both sat there just smiling thinking about the whole situation. chino spoke, changing the topic.

“so, what did you do after high school?”

i knew this question would come. i was kind of embarrassed. “promise you won’t laugh?”

he nodded. “my parents wanted me to go to college but i decided i wanted to take a gap year first. then when i actually did enroll, the more time i spent there, the more i realized college just wasn’t for me. that it was more so my parents dream for me. the thing about me is, i can’t do anything for anyone else besides myself, even my parents. so i ended up dropping out.” i sighed.

“well i mean what’s there to be embarrassed about? i didn’t go to college at all.” he chuckled.

i frowned. “i don’t regret it, i just-“ i paused for a moment. “i’m just scared of being a nobody.” it went silent.

“look y/n, i know that a lot of people have made you feel like a nobody, me included, but i want you to know that people’s words don’t define who you are, your actions do. i was stupid to tell you those nasty things that day, let alone think about it. i took you for granted and today you proved everybody wrong. you did the band a real huge favor and i’ve never been more grateful ever.”

i wanted to cry so bad. i wiped my watery eyes and nervously laughed. “can i hug you?”

“do you even need to ask?” he stood up and offered his hand out to me. when i grabbed his hand, he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. he held me as i let out a few tears onto his shirt. he rested his head on mine and we embraced each other. it felt like an eternity holding him. i wish it was an eternity.

i pulled back. “thank you so much chino. i’ve been needing that.”

“anytime y/n.” we sat back down.

“enough about me. what did you do after graduation?”

“summer after graduation was when we started the band. one day we randomly found out stephen knew how to play guitar so we all just randomly decided to start the deftones. i didn’t expect we would take the deftones very seriously and pursue this band as our career but i mean we did.” he chuckled.

“luckily stephen’s uncle had this mechanics garage that was owned by him but he never used it. so he let us takeover on it since he knew we needed a place to practice without disturbing anyone. we worked our asses off to try and establish our sound and who we wanted to be. then we got signed with our record label, maverick and dropped adrenaline. adrenaline was selling pretty well so we started doing lots of more shows. soon we couldn’t handle everything by ourselves since we’re not the most tedious people and boom you got hired as our assistant.”

“i honestly would’ve never thought you would become famous. not that i’m saying i never believed you couldn’t do it but you know what i mean. it’s cool seeing my best friend do good for themselves. at least one of us will make it out of sacramento.”

“pshh what are you talking about? i’m taking you with me.”

i blushed. “you guys will need to get a professional assistant sooner or later. i thought i was only a temporary assistant.”

“are you crazy? you’re the best assistant anyone can ask for. i’d rather have my best friend as an assistant than some weird professional robot who follows my orders. i ain’t no dictator.” he joked making me giggle.

he stared at me for a moment. “wait here.” he got up and ran to his car. he shuffled around in his trunk. his face lit up when he found what he was looking for. it was a blur for a moment until i was able to make out what it was. a polaroid camera.

“what’s that for?” i asked as he was walking back up the the swing. i scrunched my face at him.

“let me take your picture.” he smiled.

i rose my eyebrow. he knew how i felt about having my picture taken. “i don’t know, chino.” i shrugged.

“cmon, y/n, don’t be like that. just this once.” he clasped his hands together and pouted. “please? for me?” damn chino and his irresistible charm.

i smirked and rolled my eyes. “okay fine. but just this once.”

he grinned and got the camera ready. “smile!” i grinned back at him into the camera. the flash blinded me making me squint.

when the photo appeared, i looked at it in disgust. “burn it.”

“oh har har very funny y/n.” he rolled his eyes.

“i’m just saying!” i rose my hands up in defense. “look at how stupid i look!” i said pointing at my face.

“well i happen to like how you look in this photo.” chino chuckled.

i never wanted this night to end. and i think he didn’t want it to end either. we talked and talked and talked. i think we could’ve stayed talking but we started getting tired and i didn’t want chino to be super sleepy since he had to drop me off still.

we pulled up to the front of my house. it was 1:30.

“so, we’re here.”

i sighed. “yeah.” we sat there in silence for a moment. i didn’t wanna go.

“thanks for agreeing to come out with me tonight. i had a lot of fun.” he smiled.

“me too chino.” i kissed his cheek before i got out of the car. i smiled and waved bye to him. he waited till i got inside to drive off.

a/n: new chap will be out next week ! lots of love <3

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ace-in-a-shopping-cart · 2 years

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Breaking Point

Word Count: 3080 CW: Alcohol mention, food mention, crowds, anxiety, sensory overload, brief mention of killing, cursing, Summary: Whilst on a job, the walls feel like they're closing in. Reader gets a bout of sensory overload in a large crowd. Luckily, Kaz is right there to pick them up and help them keep their head.

Y/N lifted the tray of champagne carefully, balancing it on one hand with ease. After being taught how to spin daggers and kill a man in fifteen different ways, holding a tray on their palm was almost child’s play. They stepped away from the table and smoothly started a route around the outside of the room, pausing to offer drinks to guests.

After that tray was emptied, an actual member of the waitstaff swiftly replaced it with one that held small food instead of drinks and sent them back out. Another round of the room and Y/N had to push into the fray, weaving around people and offering things to them. Someone tried to send them to fetch a coat and they ignored them, offering another guest something from the tray. Jesper was the one to refill their tray when it ran out, giving them another one of drinks and telling them to keep their eyes sharp for anything to snatch. Y/N laughed and told him to do his own job.

While scanning the room, their eye was caught on Kaz. He was dressed similarly to the party guests, his hair slicked back with a piece of it falling over his forehead. His cane was ostentatious but not his normal crow-headed one, a large gem on top glittering in the lights of the party. He was circling the edges of the room, casually conversing with others and peering into doorways. Someone came up to him and Y/N watched the brief conversation, the way his face changed from the person they knew as their boss to someone else entirely. It wasn’t who they saw behind closed doors, the gentle lover that cared for their every need. Nor was it the hardened gang boss that crushed bones for wrong looks. Instead, it was a rich merch who fit in entirely too well with the crowd. Still, Y/N saw the little fidgets he didn’t hide that said he wanted the small talk to end.

When Y/N stopped to pick up a new tray, rolling their shoulders to shift the sleeves around, was when things turned bad for them. They finally noticed their heartbeat racing as if they were in a chase across rooftops. Their palms were starting to sweat and wiping them on their pants only made them start tingling. Still, the job had to get done. Despite feeling like they had been poisoned--they knew they hadn’t been and had to just push through it--they picked the tray up and turned back to the crowd.

That was when they realized just how tightly people had packed themselves in. It was a party in the richer district of the city but the press of the crowd looked closer to a Barrel bash than anything else. Y/N took a deep breath and skirted around the edges for a few moments.

The band felt like it was playing louder, their ears ringing with the noise of the music and the low hum of chatter. Even the sound of their shoes on the floor felt like a lot. Instead of their attention being on the job and the two people they were working it with, Y/N couldn’t help but focus on every little thing that touched them. The sleeves of their waitstaff outfit were long and made of silk, puffy enough to brush against them at every turn. One arm was permanently behind their back and the other held the tray safely above their head as they carefully navigated the press of people. Even the brush of their own touch on themself was enough for their back to be tense and muscles rigid, nothing like the soft and loose stance they had been trained to take during jobs.

Jesper caught their eye and pointed to where Kaz was lingering around a specific door. Y/N nodded and started toward Jesper. They both picked up more trays and started circling the room again. When they met back up on the other side of the room, Jesper took Y/N’s tray from them, smoothly holding both half-filled trays. “I’ve got this side, go grab another tray. Try to distract the pigeons.”

Y/N nodded again, some inane part of their mind likening their movements to that of a bobble-headed doll they’d seen being sold by a market stall, and moved to skirt the room, breathing steadily growing faster and thinner. They hadn’t realized how bad the crowd’s influence on them was until they were given the chance to walk away and get a moment alone, even if it was just walking along a less populated area. To calm their racing heart, Y/N ran a hand along the wall.

They tried to direct their attention to the cool marble sliding beneath their fingertips instead of everything else that was overwhelming their senses. Taking deep breaths, they focused on their breathing and the feeling of the stone beneath them as an anchor. Instead of calming them and slowing their breathing as they’d hoped, it instead made their breathing speed up even more than before.

The press of bodies was thinner at the edges and not as bad as the swirling and dancing that was the center of the crowd. Still, the large number of people around Y/N made them want to run away or find some place to hide. Without meaning to, Y/N started running their fingertips over the ends of their nails in a self-soothing gesture as they kept their direction.

Once they reached the table the drinks and snacks were stored at, Y/N ducked beneath it instead of running or picking up another tray. They curled their legs to their chest, keeping one hand on the cool floor to ground themself. The other hand started running the edges of fingernails over their leg in an attempt to calm themself down faster. They stayed like that for a few minutes, quietly trying to pull themself back together in the enclosed space that felt away from the people and safe.

The distinctive thump of footsteps was lost under the feeling of Y/N’s heartbeat and their focus on the palm of their hand on the floor. Instead of being on their surroundings, their entire attention was focused on willing their skin to stop tingling, to stop feeling like fire was lining wherever something touched them.

When someone silently dropped to the ground and joined them beneath the table, Y/N almost jumped out of their skin. A gloved hand covered their mouth, preventing their short shriek from having any true volume. With eyes that were wide and unfocused, Y/N had a hard time trying to see who was in the dark space with them but the presence was one they would know anywhere.

“Are you alright? Do a full body inventory, now.” Kaz carefully removed his hand, making sure they wouldn’t yell again.

Y/N nodded, once again feeling like their head was on a spring and it was the only thing they could do. “I’m unharmed.” Their voice was rough and it was all they could do to hold back the whimper that rose in the back of their throat.

With Kaz, there was a sense of safety that let them relax. He could protect them and keep them away from people. There would be no awkward explanations of anything. He knew what they were going through and understood their struggles. There would be no comforting touches, not even the accidental brushing of hands or limbs. His eyes roved over their body, confirming for himself what they had just told him.

“What are you doing under the table, then?” He shifted, stretching his leg out while still crouching on the other one, always ready to move at a moment’s notice.

“There’s too many people, Kaz, I-” They didn’t want to let him down on the job but they also didn’t want him to see them cry and they could feel the tears welling up behind their burning eyes, skin still protesting existence.

Kaz’s eyes followed something and only then did Y/N realize they were rocking on their heels and hand. They tensed their muscles, trying to get them to stop. Kaz’s eyes returned to Y/N’s face and he nodded. “Alright, come with me.”

“What? Why?” As stupid as it felt, Y/N didn’t want to leave the floor beneath the table. With the cloth draping over the sides, it felt like they were sheltered and out of the way. The position was safe and there was nothing that called for them to move just yet. They didn’t want to give it up.

Nevertheless, when Kaz extended his cane for them to grab, they let a hand wrap around it and let him pull them to a standing position. Kaz would always be a better safe space than anything else they could ever ask for, a better protector than the most fortified building. When he claimed someone as his own, he fought for them until his very last breath if need be. They would follow him wherever he needed them to be.

Kaz pulled them close to his side, both keeping a hold on his cane, but didn’t touch them. “I’m taking you out of here,” he said, tone leaving no room for arguments. “I could use a lookout as I look through the office and you could use less people around.”

Y/N nodded and stumbled after his uneven gait. Only then did they notice the sheen of sweat covering their skin, hands glistening in the light of the grand chandelier. Kaz opened a door and slipped through, beckoning for Y/N to follow him. They did so blindly, eyes unfocused now that they were in his hands.

Kaz swept his coat off of himself, wrapping it around their shoulders and pressing his gloved hands on them. Y/N’s eyes slipped shut at the weight, mind struggling to stay grounded in the moment. All of their attention went to that weight on their shoulders, a weight they knew came at a cost.

When they thought they’d be alright, Y/N slipped out from beneath Kaz’s hands. “So,” they filled their voice with a cheer they didn’t feel, “which door?”

Kaz’s eyes held no pity for them, only an understanding that comes with growing up on the streets, never able to show his true emotions. “This way,” he nodded toward a door on the left side of the hall.

In a few seconds, the lock was sprung under his deft lockpicks and Kaz ushered Y/N into the room. Even though he claimed the need of a lookout, Kaz had them sit in a chair close by the window. His coat was spread over their lap and Y/N’s hands burrowed beneath it. His scent was calming and being alone with him was a much better experience than the onslaught to their senses that the dancing hall was.

Kaz’s cane clicked as he limped across the floor to the desk. “What are you planning to do?” His voice was soft, barely over a whisper and holding a tender note he never let slip in public.

Y/N looked up from their lap, brow furrowing. “Do? About what?”

“That damned stray cat you brought inside a few days ago.” He closed a drawer and opened another one, flashing them a cheeky grin. “Don’t think I didn’t notice it, sweetheart.”

They laughed softly. “I was actually planning on talking to you about her tomorrow.”

He huffed as he reached around in a bookcase, looking for anything hidden there. “We’ve got time now.”

Y/N talked, keeping their eyes on the door. They had been given the job of lookout, even if it had been an excuse to bring them with him, and they were determined to do their job. When they finished talking about the kitten--where she would stay, what kinds of things Y/N would need to get for her, how far she could roam and who could be put in charge of her--Kaz prompted them to keep talking.

He sat down in the desk chair, swinging his feet up on the desk, and riffled through a sheaf of paper. Y/N briefly allowed their gaze to wander to his figure, the way he fit in so nicely in almost every environment they’d seen him in. They wondered what life would be like if he had been raised the son of a mercher, if this kind of room was what he had been destined for.

Kaz’s lips tilted into a smirk. “If you’re going to watch the door, it does no good to watch me, darling.”

Butterflies swirled in Y/N’s stomach as their eyes snapped back to the door. “Just checking on the progress.”

Kaz hummed and flipped a page. “It’s slow. I'm starting to think the information isn’t in here.”

Y/N pulled their mouth to the side, eyes sliding back to the door. “You’ll find it somewhere. I believe in you.”

Kaz didn’t respond to that and the next few minutes were filled with the sounds of papers rustling and wood creaking. Eventually, Kaz went back to the bookcase, his steps echoing on the wood and the books thudding softly against the bookcases.

After what felt like hours but was only closer to half of one, Kaz gave a soft cry of triumph and Y/N’s eyes left the door, head tilted in silent question. He turned to them, a smile teasing the corners of his lips, and held up a nondescript book made of brown leather and only loosely bound. “Found it.”

Y/N nodded and stood, handing Kaz his jacket back. He raised a brow and didn’t take it, causing them to shake it in his direction. “I’ll be fine. Take it back.”

He kept looking at them as he let them hold his cane and the book so he could put the coat on. When they were ready, the pair left the silence of the study and stepped into the hallway.

Instantly, the noise levels rose drastically. Y/N stepped closer to Kaz on instinct, still not ready to go back to the dancing hall. Kaz glanced at them. “Wait for me by the doors.”

He slipped through the doors and Y/N waited, running their fingernails over their arms. Within a few minutes, Kaz was back with Jesper trailing behind him. Jesper smiled at Y/N. “There you are, I wondered where you went. You do realize I was left all alone to deal with these pigeons while you ran off?”

They scoffed and rolled their eyes. “I don’t have the energy to argue right now, Jes.”

Kaz snapped his fingers, bringing their attention back to him. “I pulled them aside for a lookout, stop complaining, Jes.” With a swish of his coat, he set off down the hall.

Jesper and Y/N followed silently behind him. Y/N’s arms wrapped around themself, nails still running over their skin to keep them in the moment. They focused only on the sounds of the group’s footsteps, eyes tracking Kaz’s cane as it tapped against the cool stone flooring. Finally, the sound of a door opening brought their eyes up, gazing at the smog filled sky that held stars if one looked close enough.

The Slat was reached soon enough. Nodding to Kaz and Jesper, Y/N broke off from the group and ran up to their room. Someone had refilled the bucket of water they kept in their room, a clean rag sat beside it. They sighed in gratitude, shucking off their shirt to wash their arms down. Their next breath was slower, calmer. The water soothed them in a way nothing else could. It calmed their mind and almost reset their senses in a way.

When they were finished, they changed into an old shirt of Kaz’s and some raggy pants and slipped into bed, the lamp on the dresser already dimmed. Sleep was soon coming, allowing them to drift off and momentarily forget the events of the night.

Later, when even the birds had settled down for the night and the only movement was on the roofs instead of the streets, the floor by their door creaked and a cane tapped on the door. Y/N stirred, rolling over to look at the entrance. “Yes? Come on in, Kaz.”

He chuckled softly. “I’m afraid I’m going to need you to open the door, my hands are a bit full at the moment.”

Y/N groaned and pulled themself out of bed, blankets still wrapped around them. “Fine, fine, come in.” They opened the door before sitting back down on the bed, room barely big enough for there to be a step between. Kaz entered, a tray in his hands. Piled atop the tray were two steaming cups, a quill and inkwell, and pages were stuck between his fingers and the bottom of the tray. Y/N sighed, eyes slipping shut. “What are you doing here at this hour?”

There was a clatter as the tray was set down and soft thumps as it was unloaded. “I wanted to check on you. Thought I’d keep you company as I do some work.”

“Would it be easier for me to sit with you in the office, then?” Y/N asked, shuffling along the bed to grab a pair of slippers.

Kaz shook his head, grabbing the three legged stool that resided in the corner of the room. “No, no, you need to rest and it’s easier in here. Besides,” he reached out, laying a gloved hand on theirs through the blankets, “I don’t mind sitting in here.”

Y/N smiled at him and let the slippers clatter to the floor. Kaz pulled the raggedy curtain aside and let it rest on the nail that stuck out of the wall for that purpose, letting in the light from the streetlamps and the moon. Y/N shifted so he could rest his back against the bed, curling around him without touching him. Their kitten meowed and crawled from under the bed, jumping up to curl herself in Y/N's palm.

In that silent moment between the two, the events of the day did not matter. As Y/N’s breathing evened out into sleep, cup long since drained, Kaz’s pen scratching along the paper was the last thing they heard.

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louis-in-red · 2 years

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I saw Louis in my city!!!

Ever since that boy stepped in Peru, Lima has been WAY TOO SUNNY for autumn/winter! Usually, Lima is very gray with minimun sunlight during this time of the year, but the sun really came out the days Louis was here, and I'm so happy because the city looked extra beautiful (he also stayed in one of the fanciest places in the city near the beach and the hotel had a pool so I hope he took advantage of it).

I couldn't get the day off yesterday because I was on holiday last week, so my chances of queuing early were none (I wasn't planing on going in the morning either way but I didn't want to go late). Because of work (adult life sucks) I arrived at the venue around 7pm (also the venue is far away from where I live, it took me an hour to get there), expecting everyone to already be inside because doors opened at 6pm, but I was surprised to see a very long long line that circled the Mall (the venue is inside a mega huge mall). I waited for my friends to arrived and we waited closed to the entrance until everybody got in, but after a while we realized it was better if we just queued😩. At the end we entered around 8:30pm when Sunroom was already playing so we missed the majority of their set. Since there was time till Louis started, I bought merch (the black t-shirt with the red eye) and then just waited with my friends for the concert to star 😄

He was late 😅 like for 10 minutes I think? but soon enough we saw the band getting on stage and the lights and We Made It started playing and then HE GOT ON STAGE and MY GOD!!!! I couldn't see him properly because I was almost in the back haha but the screens helped a lot!! (I saw jdelf🔪…) And I have to mention here how important and relevant was to start the concert with that song for us Peruvians because I know many Peruvians Louies fought very hard to have Louis here in our country which often is not included in tours 🥺. It was extra special and I was super emocional during that song. The energy in the venue was great since the start, specially during the 1D songs... which tbh I didn't mind because I know the fanbase is still very much 1D focused, but they totally made the concert about HIM. I didn't see any signs about a 1D reunion or about any ship or any dolls that weren't Louis, at least in my section, and that made me so happy because I was quite scared since I know how popular that ship is here in Peru (someone even mentioned it in the news but I won't focus on that), and from the photos I've seen of the barricade, I think the focus all the time was on Louis, which is how it's supposed to be.

I was sort of surprised that many didn't know the lyrics of Change(s) or Copy, but then I realized maybe it's because most of the people around me seemed like casual fans (not very much invested in the personal life or obvs not into deep in the fandom as me haha) and maybe they didn't even watch any livestreams before. At the end I realized it didn't matter that not everyone sang the new songs, because when Louis asked us to scream we delivered. I was also a bit concerned about the outdoor venue because a close one helps with the acoustic of the screams and the noise (and I wanted us to be super loud), but the crowd really came through!!! like the energy was amazing, super fun and electric and you could tell everyone there loved Louis.

I have to mention how special hearing Change(s) felt this time, as well as DLIBYH. Mainly because for a while I was feeling a bit meh about many things, including my job and in times the fandom, like for a bit I was feeling way too many things and many aspects started to bothered me way more that they should... I'm rambling haha... I feel way better now, like I think I needed this leg of the tour to happen to feel this energy, to feel Louis close to us, and those two songs are just... so great 😭 so comforting. Even my friend who didn't listen to Change(s) before said it was the best song, lyrically and emotionally and that she can't wait for the next album to come out (honestly same haha).

Now... Michael... what the hell??!!! he is so HOT!!! playing his guitar, being all daddy on stage and then all shy when fans approach him in the streets. Like everyone was always screaming for him, specially me and my friends haha like the thirst for Mikey is real (Louis would approve, I know it). My friend already follows him on insta and says he is a hottie 🥵

I loved being there with one of my best friends! since I'm always second guessing everything I was thinking maybe she wasn't going to enjoy it that much since she isn't fan of Louis like me, but I was surprised to see that she knew every song in Walls and that she loved the concert and that now she is hopefully closer to being a Louie 🫢 The other friends I was with were also happy and jumping and singing at the top of their lungs, and they just made the whole experience a great one!! I felt so young again!!

Last but not least, experiencing this in my own country was extra especial and even though I wasn't anywhere near him as I was in Buenos Aires, this felt different because ... this is where I live, this is where I was born, where I've lived most of my life... Louis WAS HERE??? AND HE LOVED IT? HE KEPT SAYING "LIMA/PERU" AND MY HEART COULDN'T TAKE IT? LIKE HE WAS THE SWEETEST VOICE??!!! And he was so baby yesterday, clean shaved and in his baggy shirt and his almost tight black jeans, and he kept saying that he felt our love, that our country was beautiful and he just has my heart you know? he already had it but now he has it more 😩

So yeah... this was long and I could probably write more but I just want to close this by saying that every time I think I couldn't be more proud of Louis, he shows me that I can. Yesterday was magical, healing, lovely. I wish Louis the very best all the time, and I hope he knows, I hope he knows how much we love him and how much he deserves this because he does❤️

#my concert #louis en peru #ltwt22: lima

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marshmallowprotection · 9 months

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Heya, Kait! Been a while, huh? A lot has happened honestly. I started to post some of my art here, even though I'm not that motivated to do digital art much-

I don't want to make this too long but I've actually gotten way more comfortable with self-shipping with the second character I told you about! I'd like to tell you a bit about him, too. His name is Yatora Yaguchi, he is from Blue Period!

Recently I've actually gotten a bit more better at my art and even a bit more confident all thanks to this media and especially Yatora. His experiences with art made me feel seen because I relate so much to how he feels and the way he learns more about art had opened my eyes in so much stuff about art as well. I'd love to ramble about how much Yatora means to me but it's gonna be extremely long, honestly.

He is a very emotional and insecure guy deep inside and he tries his best with art and even to have good relationships with the people around him, even if he doesn't fully agree with them. He is friendly and I love his appearance a lot. The fact he cries easily and blushes very easily makes me appreciate him even more, he's so cool istg- I find how hard he works very admirable and so much stuff about him.

I still tend to focus on Saeyoung as well sometimes but my main focus is Yatora for now. Although, I do want to focus more on the redhead, Saeyoung has also helped me through a lot in my life and I feel grateful for both him and Yatora.

I tried redoing Saeyoung's route once more and I still feel myself loving this precious redhead. I just wish I could focus on the both of them equally. Even if I could do a crossover between the two, I'm not really sure about it so I just imagine two different versions of myself in their worlds.

But I am kinda sad there's not a lot of fics, fanart (ngl it's mostly ship art even though there's.. no romance in the actual series) and other stuff of Yatora. At least we have an anime of this series and a lot of manga panels of this boy, even official merch and more but I can always write self-inserts or even random prompts I find online. Even though the manga is still ongoing, I'm thinking of not doing many self-inserts with Yatora yet. I do wanna see the whole story fully before inserting myself into it. Though I know it's gonna take months, even years.

Other stuff.. I'm at my grandma's! I'm still kinda sad I can't use a bike because it has some problems, we still have cats, chickens, actual ground outside I can walk for a while and even going to the beach by my uncle's car. And I won't lie, it feels.. lonely a lot here? I don't do much during the day, sure I draw here and there but that's it mostly.

The people that used to come out to play with balls and even ride their bikes aren't really here anymore. They grew up and stopped coming. So I'm just trying to get through the days as much as I can.

And one thing that actually happened recently.. remember when I named you after a Snow Wraith, Kait? Sadly, the game shut down a while ago. And the thing is that it actually shut down the exact same day I came at my grandma's. I don't mind that I wasn't on at the last moments of this game but man, it's still something.

It's insane how all my dragons must be at the hidden world by now. I actually started that account when I was here at my grandma's. So the game ending the same day I finally came at my grandma's makes me feel some type of way.

I actually used to play that game for at least 7+ years and then settled on working on one account, no matter how long it took, which was this one. I actually had most dragons but them making everything free at the end which allowed me to get everything and get them to the max instantly felt kinda.. off.

So for 2-3 days. I flew around with every single one of my dragons, fed them fully and took off their saddles before saying goodbye. I took screenshots of every single one of them, too. It feels weird but this game was really fun sometimes.

I think I'll end my rambling here, I'd love to send asks about Yatora and Saeyoung and ramble about them. Yatora gets really flustered just like our redhead Saeyoung and it's making me smile a lot. Although at Yatora's side, he isn't exactly a dude who teases someone else or flirts. I love how even though Yatora and Saeyoung have some similarities, they are still different.

I hope you have been well, Kait. I miss sending asks, haha. Please let me know how you are, I'd love to know and catch up with you!

Hello, hello! I'm happy to hear that you're doing better. I'm sorry that your favorite dragon game shut down its servers. I've had two games do that this year and it really bites. It definitely makes me wish there was a way to get tangible offline versions of our favorite games so it would never be lost, but that's a tough bargain in our society. All that leaves us with is the memories, and that's not too bad, because we'll always have those.

I don't know anything about Blue Period but I've seen the art before and it looks pretty! I think it's great when you find a character who's capable of reaching you and showing you something that you didn't know about yourself until you dove into the story. Like, it's important to have those experiences with characters, regardless of if we love it or not.

Sometimes, you need a hard mirror to look at instead of a soft way. I feel that way about some characters. As much as I love growth from tenderness, damn, sometimes we need a smack in the face to see a new angle we never imagined before, you know what I mean? I get it from the strangest places! So, yeah. It's not weird.

When it comes to tying to your different loves together, there is no right or wrong way. I definitely enjoy crossovers where I can find the best way to see myself with all my favorite characters, or at least, two of them because I love world-building and seeing where that goes...

I am just that kind of person, though! I can't tell you how interesting it is to have my brain debate the best way to tie together Obey Me and Mystic Messenger or Mystic Messenger and Tears of Themis or what have you!

I'd love to hear you babble about your new love whenever you get the chance to! I've got a lot of free time and I love talking to my buddies online about everything, not just MM.

So, if you get the urge out of the blue, just send me an ask!

If you're doubtful of that working out, though, don't worry about trying to tie them all together, friend. You don't need to tie those universes together if it's hard or you're getting comfort in different ways from each character. Not everything has to unite, sometimes you just need to have things pushed apart!

I'm doing alright these days. Some days are tough, some days are easier, and some are in the middle. Pain flares have been more often these days, though. It makes it hard to write so I'm not putting out as much as I want, but hey, health comes first and that's just how it is. I can't nudge myself into exhaustion. Saeran wouldn't like that and it's that fact that keeps me taking care of myself. Cheesy, but it works, I think that's a good thing.

Right now, I'm working on some self-care. I want to put out another installment in my self-insert series with Ray... I've got the plot set up and I'm so close to getting things where I want them to be.

#stormflypirateskin #ask #mod kait

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darkerthanblack-666 · 2 years

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"something has been off with them for a while" I honestly have been thinking the same thing lately, They just feel so different to last year. I really don't know what it is exactly either

My friend says the fame got into their heads 😅. I don't know if it's true or not, maybe she's right, idk. I don't want to make such statements when I don't know the reason for their behavior, but I can try to point out some things that I dislike in what they're doing now. I just really don't want to start a drama... it's not any kind of hate, if I really dislike something I just ignore it and move on. That's how I always operate.

There are some fans who will always pay for everything and will always praise everything, but not everyone has a fat wallet and if they want to sell out stadiums in the future, they can't just cater to a small group of people. The whole introduction of VIPs was basically like "don't like it, don't buy it, some people want to buy, which means there's no problem" and then the whole focus was on people, who paid for that thing (which was what, 30 people per concert? and some of them were huge, like a few thousand crowd of people).

Their VIP offer was also really poor, it was basically paying for the opportunity to give them gifts (I had no VIP and I came early, so I had first row anyway, just not in the center, they also didn't have a photographer and took photos with people's phones, so they were complaints they met people after concerts in some countries for free... if they offered something extra in the VIP package it wouldn't be an issue). My friend showed me a different band's VIP offer with a price that's similar (I don't remember how much in eur it was for BC, but in PLN it was a similar price to the one in dollars here):

Come on, pizza party? BC you really need to try harder... and set up a box for gifts at your merch stand for people, who didn't buy a VIP ticket. Unless you don't want more gifts, then just say you have too much stuff.

Other than that, I felt like they mainly paid attention to the first row at the center during the concert, which was VIP people (maybe it's just my impression, if someone else who was in Poland disagrees, just say so). There are more fans than just 30 people in the crowd, seriously. Joel's explanations of this thing on social media totally didn't make sense and I hate the idea of paying to just meet them. I don't think anyone is important enough to pay for breathing the same air as them, just at a smaller distance than during the concert. If they want to earn this much money, they really need to come up with a better offer (and before someone says it's not much money... I'm Polish, to us it was more expensive than to people in other countries, because they set the same price everywhere... they really should consider that the market in Central [minus Germany] and Eastern Europe is different). Just because someone is willing to pay this much money, it doesn't make it a good deal and those people might also go away if they don't get something better next time.

Following this tour on social media also wasn't as much fun as before, exactly because I saw only the VIP thing everywhere. Either the band, or people were sharing it all the time. They even had to include it in their documentary. So I tried my best to avoid going into the tag, it made me upset... Maybe it was fun for those, who bought VIPs, but I've been saying it from the beginning I wasn't going to get one and I didn't, because I always mean what I say.

Another thing is their concerts. Everyone loved their craziness, but now they play so many concerts that most of them are the same, because they're unable come up with anything unique that often. I was really lucky to see Balboa with Samy on stage and sex doll with fruits before the LS concert, usually when I watched people's live videos it was all the same stuff... I understand why they're doing it, but maybe quantity is not the way to go 😅. Look at MCR, how everyone talks about them because of Gerard's new outfits all the time. I don't even listen to them and it got me interested. We also had so much fun spotting Aleksi wear something different all the time in the summer! But they do so many concerts that there's no more space for such small, exciting surprises. They toned down their craziness, too... It was fun to see them live (they put effort in it, so I got what I paid for, no complaints here), but checking updates from their other concerts just doesn't excite me as much as it used to 🤷‍♀️. I think other people feel the same, because even my live videos didn't get much attention (and come on, I even had Aleksi wiping his sweaty hand on his ass, one year ago it would make the fandom nuts 😂)

tl;dr: they need a better VIP deal, need to stop focusing so much on the VIP thing in general, and need crazy shit like Sharks back

#.asks

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rainydawgradioblog · 1 month

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A. Savage showed me I can write a decent song (I’m delusional)

My first major purchase after arriving in Copenhagen last summer was a ticket to see Andrew Savage’s European tour in February. The legendary Parquet Courts co-frontman played Ideal Bar in Vesterbro with his band Midnight Stew to a crowd of me and 99 tall mustachioed film bro-looking Danish lads in their 20s and 30s. I fit right in wearing my artsy new A. Savage “Riding Cobbles” t-shirt, as Andrew convinced me with his lovely little tunes to write a song of my own.

Andrew’s visual aesthetic had me straight to Ticketmaster before his latest album Several Songs About Fire even dropped. Everything he rolled out in promo shoots, cover art, and concert merch was drenched in David Hockney meets “The Adventures of Tintin” meets the doodles on the back of my middle school binder.

Paired perfectly with the cartoony visuals, the music of Sevel Songs About Fire boils down melodies to a uniquely simple formula. Nothing is overcomplicated, leaving plenty of room to feel every chord change and focus on his glorious rusty voice, which is down-to-earth but also smooth enough to make me think he could burn the house down singing Frank Sinatra hits if he wanted. Andrew’s style makes great songwriting feel like something that anyone with a shitty guitar can do, and that’s not meant to sound shady.

Another major draw to Andrew’s music is his lighthearted pessimistic humor that he throws all over his lyrics. It’s the same humor that my dad’s college buddies who never had kids embody. You can tell he’s got a weird whimsical take on the world in the way he phrases his feelings. “My weekly dinner of popcorn and Coke / Every Friday, like communion that I took as a joke” in the intro “Hurtin’ or Healed” is objectively a bit bleak but you can’t help but smirk and hope you're as witty as him at age almost 40.

I can thank Andrew and his band Parquet Courts for my appreciation of art punk and a lot of the politically charged folk rock I obsess over today like early Courtney Barnett and Fontaines DC. The band’s pop art aesthetic and funky yet punky take on indie rock recontextualized a lot of harsh punk aesthetics into something that made a lot more sense to me when I was first getting into music. Album’s like Wide Awake and Human Performance were palatable but gritty enough to slap some taste into my teenage brain.

Where Andrew’s solo work deviates from Parquet Courts is his more laid back take on songwriting, packed full of energy without doing the most. He’s got a handful of chords and progressions that are standard but still sound so uniquely his own. Hearing a song like “Le Ballon” or his latest single “Black Holes, the Stars and You” put Andrew’s skill at building tension and emotion with just a few particular chords and subtle melodies on full display.

Most of the emotion conveyed on Sevel Songs About Fire is rooted in finding comfort in simple pleasures and observations in a life far from a sense of home. Living all the way in Denmark, I listen to “Riding Cobbles” bumping down the cobbled Copenhagen streets, “My New Green Coat” while wrapped in my new thrifted Bob Dylan jacket, and “Mountain Time” watching the geese fly in Vs like they do in the Cascades back home.

To me, the album is music to ramble to– it’s the music you listen to with your thumb out on the side of the road with a knapsack tied to a stick over your shoulder. I listened to the new album for the first time while waiting for trains between Berlin and Copenhagen, anticipating a long bus ride to Stockholm the next day. Being on exchange often felt chaotic, trying to experience as many new things as I could without a lot of regard to my ability to settle down, and Sevel Songs About Fire is exactly that. Andrew mentioned during his set that he loves touring because he has the unique ability of finding a sense of home in a lot of places, something I wish I was better at.

After Andrew’s show, I picked up my very own $35 guitar from the charity shop down the street and started thinking about tiny observations or inanimate objects that made me feel any kind of something. However insignificant these things seemed, they were unique to me which is exactly why Andrew’s music is so important. Several Songs About Fire was never about reinventing the wheel but more about a unique perspective and personality using the bread and butter of what makes a great song.

I beg of you please listen to Several Songs About Fire and after you’ve realized it’s your favorite album ever I’d give his debut album Thawing Dawn a listen. For more political indie rock stuff I’d listen to Parquet Court’s Wide Awake and if you like it even punkier, try Light Up Gold.

You’re welcome!

Mead Gill

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lesbiancarat · 3 years

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#i might delete this later bc i usually dont like complaining when it doesnt accomplish anything #and this is a situation none of us can really do anything about #id like to preface this by saying just bc i complain about h*be doesnt mean it has anything to do w the other artists under h*be #this is something thats bothered me for a while but the feelings got renewed today #bc it was revealed that svts jp activities will now be handled by plds + h*be jp rather than pledis + lawson ent #bc of this l&l (sort of a paid jp fancafe) is also ending. and its a shame bc lawsons jp promotions were actually really good #and many carats love l&l and it even became a lot more popular recently bc it was the only content we got during svts sort of hiatus #what im annoyed about and have been frustrated w since the aquisition is h*be doesnt seem to care for fans at all #as far as i know they treat svt themselves well and thats all well and good but as fans we deserve more respect than to be exploited for $#like h*be also made merch more expensive (including making the online concerts rediculously expensive); shut down ssp; & the mbc issue #also i hate to complain but yesterday did leave a bad taste in my mouth and i couldnt figure out what it was until i saw other ppl talk #bc its Not the fact that svt didn't release a longer vid. last year was a milstone year so i didnt expect as much #and im obsessed w the acousitic version of all my live anyway. but its the fact there were 2 vids promoting the annie merch #but not even a 10 min live from the boys. and im not saying its h*bes fault they didnt go live maybe theyre busy w the cb #but the way things played out it felt there was more focus on the merch aspect than actually celebrating w the boys #even if u disagree w any one of these things/think its not h*bes fault or nbd it doesnt matter if u look at the bigger picture #there are actually more complaints about h*be that i personally dont think is their doing like seasons greeting and gose timeslot #but if u look at all of it on the whole its obvious h*be has no consideration for carats feelings and only wants to make money #and obv plds wants to make $ too theyre a company. but it always felt like they were just running a business while h*be feels exploitative #like the moments when plds wanted to make $ at carats expense happened sometimes but w h*be it feels like standard practice u know?#ive always trusted cheol/svt to try and stand up for themselves and us and i stilk do. but how much of a say do they rly have in h*be #cheol has built a relationship w hss and pledis staff for years + svt had the leverage of being plds's main money maker #h*be has more shareholders to please and while svt is still a big money maker h*be has a lot of assets so svt doesnt have as much leverage #dont get me wrong im not worried at all about h*be disbanding svt or anything like that svt is still a big $ maker #+ theyll fight tooth and nail before getting disbanded. as i said before im not worried atm about how the members are treated under h*be #but i worry they might have lost some of their ability to fight for us carats #like i said im not necessarily this upset over any one issue but all of these issues show to me that h*bes only priority is making money #theres no balance bt making money + pleasing fans. or at least not enough #and im scared about the future implications of that. what other things will be sacrificed in the name of h*be making money?#melia.txt

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anonquack · 3 years

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| His Merch |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 4256

Warnings: None, just some curse words. Fluff :]

Summary: Being such good friends with Quackity leads to the inevitable; catching feelings. In fear of ruining your friendship with him, you kept quiet about your feelings. Although usually good at that, after a merch drop and a slip-up on stream, you prepare yourself for the worst. Queue the incoming call from Quackity himself.

Today had been a productive day, in your opinion. You'd woken up earlier than usual, ate breakfast, cleaned around your apartment, and managed to get started on editing a video you'd recently filmed.

That's why you considered yourself very deserving of sitting down and enjoying your friend's stream as you ate some snacks.

Quackity had a fun stream planned, and had hyped up a 'big announcement' on Twitter, and the whole timeline was already speculating what it could be as they awaited for Quackity to start stream.

Being his friend had some perks though, contrary to popular belief. He'd discussed with you what the big announcement was as you sat on call with him a few nights prior to the big day. It was merch, and according to your past experience with Planet Duck products, it was sure to be soft and super comfy. You were very much looking forward to getting your hands on some of his new merch.

He'd brought up sending some to you, one of the previously mentioned perks of being his friend, but you politely declined. Much to his surprise. He'd asked why and you'd simply stated that "It was fine," and perhaps it came off as a bit rude. A 'no thanks' to his merch that you hadn't even seen.

But you had plans of your own, you wanted to acquire said merch on your own, and support him financially in the process. He didn't have to know that though, so with a small 'Oh' from him as his response, you swiftly changed topic of conversation.

Now here you sat, watching the stream as Quackity explained what he'd be doing with his friend John Smith. Riding go-karts around what looked like a storage unit. You couldn't help but worry as you watched them zoom around, occasionally getting close to crashing, and eventually doing just that.

The stream itself was rather fun to watch, but you kept your debit card beside you. This was in case he decided to drop the merch announcement out of nowhere. And that was exactly what he did. Another perk of being his friend was you grew a 6th sense for these type of things. Always had a feeling for what was about to happen when it came to Quackity.

You watched as the chat freaked out, watched as the notification from Planet Duck went out, notifying everybody that the merch had been released. You quickly typed into your computer, and the internet seemed to be taking its time to redirect you to Quackity's merch site.

After some time, it finally loaded and you began to look at all the options. The merch was wonderful, Quackity had been hyping it up to you (you'd asked for no reveals, wanting to wait like everyone else) and he had been absolutely right.

Most of the designs were new, except for the iconic Planet Duck logo, and were all very cute. You had Quackity's stream playing in the background as you maneuvered your way around the site, finally deciding on which merch you'd be buying.

As you went to purchase, a red sign alerted you that there was no shipping to your location. To which you quickly raised an eyebrow, panic starting to rush through you. Maybe you should've accepted his offer.

After refreshing multiple times and watching the Twitter timeline freak out as well over the inability to ship to several locations, it finally seemed to work, and the payment finally went through. A big "Thank you for your purchase" appearing onto the screen.

You let out a sigh of relief, clicking back onto the tab where the stream was, a small smile on your face. You'd actually managed to get it on your own. It was nerve-racking, when it seemed like you wouldn't be able to get the shipping to work, when it seemed like it'd sell out before you had the chance to buy some.

Now you finally understood what it felt like, the stress of getting your hands on merch before it sold out. It'd been an exhilerating experience.

You relaxed into your seat as Quackity's laugh filled the room. He was recreating bits from Fast and Furious, and zooming all over the place. You watched with a fond smile as he drove around, throwing random Spanish profanities at John Smith here and there.

The funky heart glasses he had on did nothing to ease the warmth that was spreading through your chest at the sight of him. You were suffering due to your confusing feelings towards your close friend, but nobody knew, or at least that is what you told yourself.

You tried to focus on something else, something that wasn't solely him. The go-karts were going pretty fast, and you remembered the scene they were recreating from the movie. Whichever random thought came to mind, you'd focus on it instead, too scared to let your thoughts wander elsewhere.

When it came to and end, you were conflicted. You were glad your heart would be able to catch a break, but you also missed him almost immediately. Sickening, really.

You took some time to reflect on what you'd done so far. Cleaned, ate your meals, worked on some editing, got some Quackity merch, and enjoyed a fun stream. It was rather productive, to say the least.

But there was still some time left in the day, and you figured you'd put the energy coursing through your body to use.

Taking a seat at your desk, you turned your monitor on before opening the twitch app. An alt stream would be perfect right now. After going live and sending out a tweet letting your followers know you were live, you patiently waited for the viewers to start coming in.

Considering this was an alt stream, you figured you'd play some random game and just chat for a bit before heading to bed. As the viewers came in, you gave your greetings before opening a tab for roblox, getting on a random server to play an obby game as you talked to chat.

There was a content smile on your face as you asked chat how their day had been, how they were feeling, your little character jumping around and passing through the beginner levels on the obby game.

"I'm actually in a really good mood, chat. My day has been going so well." You began, glancing at chat here and there, smile growing at the memory of the adventures acquiring Quackity merch.

After the chat was flooded with questions asking about what had happened, you indulged. "I was watching Quackity's stream earlier today, and it was so much fun!" The smile grew before softening as you focused on the obby. "I was also able to get some of his new merch."

The chat erupted into bits of 'friends supporting friends' to 'y/n in quackity merch???' and people yelling that they had been or weren't able to get merch.

Seeing the chat made you laugh, nodding your head a bit. "No because I was so nervous I wouldn't be able to get some-" you admitted, attention now focused solely on telling the viewers about your own experience.

"I was trying to purchase, and there was a line, and then it said it wouldn't ship to my location?? I was so worried I wouldn't be able to get some. But it finally worked. I'm excited for it to get here." You finished your small rant, a content smile on your lips.

Chat consisted of people agreeing with the technical difficulties occurring at the time of the merch drop, others saying they were too broke to buy anything. It felt nice, to see something from their perspective and also have shared an experience like this.

"Big Q actually offered to send me some, but I told him no because I wanted to get it myself.. Wanted to get it fair and square." You said as you refocused on the obby in front of you, fond smile on your face as you thought about how nice he was. He was willing to send all of his friends some of his merch, free of cost.

"Also wanted to give him my support by actually purchasing it, you know?" You added, resting your chin on the palm of your hand as it leaned against your desk. You took this time to read chat, which was exploding with what you thought was a combination of Quackity's username with yours, and 'bffs ur honor!!'.

You smiled at that, hands finally moving your character around. "Really, he has been such an amazing friend, extremely welcoming, always fun to be around. And just.. life is never dull when he's around. He's always been there for me when I needed it and well‐" A pause. "I'm glad I was able to support him in some way." You hummed softly as you finished up yet another small rant about Quackity.

At the realization that you'd been talking about him for far too long, and that he was not meant to be the focus of your alt stream, you cleared your throat and began focusing on the obby game once again.

You shifted the topic of conversation to the video you'd also been editing today, and that quickly took everyone's attention away from how affectionately and fondly you'd been speaking of your dear friend. Everyone was now excited about the new video.

Seeing how easily the chat's focus changed made you ease up a bit, and you were able to enjoy the rest of your stream playing random roblox games and discussing some stuff with chat. It lasted for a bit longer before you finally decided to end stream.

Some goodbyes and after stream officially ended, you found yourself on Twitter. Everything seemed pretty peaceful on the timeline, up until the trending page came up.

Your name was trending, along with 'QUACKITY IN CHAT' and the infamous combination of usernames. A monstrosity, really.

You heard yourself audibly gulp as you clicked on the trending topic 'quackity in chat'. Much to your dismay it was true. There was screenshots that showed Quackity was watching your stream. That meant that he'd heard you talking about him in that sickening tone. That tone that was unnecessarily sweet and fond.

You didn't know who was freaking out more, the so-called shippers, the timeline, or yourself. You gently bit at the inside of your cheek, scrolling and reading all the tweets of people trying to guess how Quackity must've felt while hearing all that. Others raising an eyebrow at how long you'd gone on about Quackity and how 'perfect' he was.

You'd fucked up, that was for sure, and it wasn't even intentional or fan service of any kind. It was an alt stream, it wasn't planned in any way, shape, or form. He'd been brought up, and you'd accidentally spilled all fond thoughts you held of him.

Your cursor hovered over a specific tweet that read, 'want someone to talk about me the way y/n talks about big q'. It was sweet, and perhaps made you smile just a little bit.

As you read it over in your head, a notification popped up on your screen, the discord notification ringing in your ears as you read who the message was from. Quackity.

You messed around with your mouse for a bit before finally closing the Twitter tab, and instead opting to open the unread message.

Quackity

hey (:

You stared at it for a bit, blinking in disbelief at how normal the message came across. Perhaps he'd tuned in during the last half of the stream. Perhaps he hadn't been able to watch while you rambled about him, and perhaps he hadn't been on Twitter either. One could hope.

y/n hi (:

It showed that he was typing almost immediately after, and you tried your best to calm your nerves.

Quackity call?

You felt yourself tense at the message. Maybe he wanted to let you down kindly. 'Hey! Saw your stream, and I just wanted to ask if you could chill the fuck out. That was kind of creepy. Maybe never speak of me ever again. Do not perceive me any longer, thanks!'

Something along those lines for sure. That's what probably awaited you if you said yes to this. But what exactly were you supposed to do instead?

y/n ofc

It only took a few seconds for the call to come through. Stalling wouldn't help, so you answered by the third ring.

He greeted you, and everything seemed normal. The calls were normal between you two, but you were just on edge due to twitter trending and the stream that took place less than an hour ago.

"How are you feeling, Quackity?" You asked with a small smile, today was a big day for him, and you were sure he'd enjoy talking about how fast the merch sold.

"I'm doing great. Really happy that the fans liked the designs and just.. we sold a lot. I'm happy." He restated the last bit, the smile was obvious in his voice. You didn't have to be seeing it to know. Another perk of being so close to him. You had a clear visual image of what he probably looked like right now. Cute smile plastered onto his equally cute face.

"I'm really happy for you, Big Q. You deserve all the success that is coming your way and more." You hummed softly. Everything you were saying, you meant wholeheartedly. There was silence for a bit before he finally spoke again.

"I watched your stream."

Fuck. There it was. You should've expected it but it still hit like a ton of bricks. You felt your mouth turn dry, could barely manage to get out the word, "Yeah?"

"Mhm." Straight to the point. There was a bit of silence, you were unsure of what to say. Why had he brought it up? It was bound to happen, but what was the reason behind bringing it up? To tease you, let you know he wasn't interested, or because roblox obbies are just so much fun?

"You didn't have to buy it, you know?" He finally said, breaking the silence.

"I wanted to." You reassured, "the merch is really pretty. Worth every penny."

"I could've sent you whichever you wanted." He stated bluntly. As if it was weird of you to have gone and bought it on your own.

"Thank you, but I wanted to buy it myself. Let me? Please?" Let me show my support this way, is what you meant to say. It came out softer than intended, and you could feel your heart beating against your ribs. You really needed to watch your tone around him.

"Of course." He responded, just as softly. He'd drive you crazy one of these days. They'd have to lock you up, and you'd never see the light of day again.

"Did you have fun riding the go-karts?" You asked, a small smile on your lips as you wandered back onto the Twitter tab, a clip of his stream now on display on the timeline.

He let out a small laugh, "I did. Did you enjoy watching it?" You nodded before responding, "Of course. Was concerning watching you crash into walls though."

He hummed softly in response, possibly contemplating what to say with how long he took before he spoke again.

"Did you really mean all the things you said on stream?"

Somehow, even with your own attempts to change topic, the focus was back on your stream and the things that had been said. You wouldn't be able to dig yourself out of the hole you'd dug.

It was entirely your fault, for even allowing yourself to consider him as anything but a great friend. It was your fault for taking the late night calls, the sweet tones, and messages the wrong way. Your interpretations were all wrong and now you'd have to sit here and apologize for practically outing yourself on stream. For letting the whole world know that you had romantic feelings for a good friend of yours. You'd probably made him so uncomfortable.

You felt yourself cringe slightly at his words, already gone quiet for far too long. You had to speak up, even if it lead to a good friendship ending a few minutes from now.

"Of course I did. You're great, Alex." The use of his name was meant to assure him you meant it wholeheartedly. It made the moment feel more intimate, too. Much to your own dismay, yet again. You couldn't help it.

The possibility that your friendship with him could come to an end real soon made you act on your feelings. It left you unhinged. If it was all going to end here, maybe you'd allow yourself to act on impulse. End it with a bang.

"Thank you, really. I know I probably wasn't meant to hear all that, but it was really nice. Made me feel nice as well. And just, seeing that you didn't accept the merch from me because you wanted to support me directly.. thank you."

His voice was soft, felt like warm honey to your taste buds. You could almost hear your heart melting inside your chest, could feel it dripping down and touching your diaphragm, oozing into every single crevice in your body. You'd never understand how he had such effects on you. How he was able to make you so fond of him.

"I meant every single word. You deserve that and so much more." You reassured yet again, a small smile on your lips. You heard him let out a small chuckle, which made you laugh as well.

Moments later, he had turned his camera on, wanting to show you all the merch. You'd asked for him to put it on, since you were a 'visual learner' and had to see it on him in order to fully understand what it looked like. He had playfully rolled his eyes, but hadn't really argued against it.

So there you were, watching as he changed from hoodie to hoodie, moving out of frame to change into the shirts. You could feel your heart thumping harshly against your rib cage at the sight of him. Some looked bigger on him, some looked just right. They all looked wonderful, and super comfy. Perhaps that was simply because they were on him, and he looked so comfy.

He looked like he could give the best hugs.

"You really think so?" His voice came out a bit sheepish, and the light pink that dusted his cheeks was becoming more and more evident. Huh?

"What?" You said, a dumb look on your face as you tried connecting the dots.

"That I could give the best hugs." He stated slowly, as if he was testing how it sounded before adding, "Do you really think that?"

Had you really said that out loud? Fuck. It took acting on impulse to a whole other level. This wasn't something you two usually did, but I guess it was okay since everything might be ending soon. Ballsy moves.

"Yeah. You make the merch look so cozy." Your throat felt dry, eyes glued to his face, wanting to catch every single second of his reaction. Wanting to see each movement of his facial muscles, to find out what it could possibly entail. "Makes me wonder what your hugs feel like." You admitted.

Your eyes scanned the entirety of his face, perking up slightly at the sight of his face flushing, leaving him with the softest tint of pink to spread across his cheeks, almost matching his pretty lips. What the hell did that even mean?

"Maybe you won't have to wonder for too long. With guidelines being lifted and all." The line. Blurred at that very moment, for sure. His eyes were glued to you as well, which only made you hesitate every single movement you could think of doing at that moment.

"And in the meantime? What am I supposed to do?" Risky. Crossing lines, jumping over hurdles. This all had to be against friend rules or something. You could feel your sanity decreasing each second this call went on. But he wasn't stopping any of this either.

"I could send you a hoodie." The sentence brought you out of your Quackity-induced haze, making you quickly shake your head. What? Before you could protest or ask what the hell that was supposed to mean, he explained.

"My hoodie. Y'know. Mine. One I wear. You can give it back when we meet up, perhaps."

Your mouth went dry again, shocked at the domestic feeling it gave. He was suggesting he send one of his hoodies. It would smell like him. It was the closest thing to giving him an actual hug. It would be paradise.

"You'd really do that?" You asked, still in disbelief, but he quickly nodded his head. "Oh." You said softly, before a smile appeared on your face. "I would like that, then."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I'll send it then." He hummed, smile spreading on his lips as well. Everything going on was making you feel dizzy. It felt so surreal.

You'd mentally prepared yourself for the worst, but instead were met with a flirtatious Quackity. He'd said sweet things to you before, but you never allowed yourself to take it seriously, not wanting to get your hopes up. And it never went to this extent.

It seemed he realized what just went down, a loud laugh escaping his lips. "Holy shit. You're gonna have one of my hoodies soon."

"I am." You chimed in, smile on your lips as well.

"And you'll wear it around." He added.

"I will."

"You'll look good, as always."

You could feel the heat rush to your face. What was going on? Was this real, or just a very cruel dream? Alex Quackity was fucking flirting with you.

"Are you flirting with me?" Bewildered tone, raised eyebrows. Your brain couldn't even begin to progress what was being said.

"What the fuck does it look like I've been doing?"

"Have you really?" Warmth spread across your chest at how blunt he was being. The line was gone. It'd been erased, never to be seen again. There was no shame in him. Admitting he was flirting with his whole chest.

"I have. Why are you so surprised though? I've subtly flirted with you before.. and I mean, were you not confessing your undying love to me on stream?" He raised a brow, feigned confusion on his face. He was teasing. You let out a groan, covering your face with your hands as he let out a laugh.

Surreal. He confessed to having flirted with you in the past. So you weren't delusional, nice to know. "Are you done?" You asked, face still covered by your hand in shame.

"I saw a tweet that was saying they felt like third wheels since I was in chat, and you were just going on about everything you liked about me." You kept your face covered. He was not stopping. Now he was the unhinged one.

He was visibly scrolling through the timeline at this point. "Oh, and one saying they want what we have. What do we have?"

You finally uncovered your face. "I don't know. Whatever the fuck this is, I guess?"

"Well, what is this?"

"Mm... whatever you want it to be." You finally answered, and there was a surprised look plastered on his face at that.

"Whatever I want?"

"Yeah." You paused. Would he regret this after he got out of this haze? What if it had just been flirting for fun? But he wouldn't play with your feelings like this, would he?

Alex Quackity was perfect though, and perhaps he had a sixth sense about when stuff was wrong with you, because he caught on to your hesitation.

"Hey." He called out softly. The teasing, flirtatious tone was gone, now replaced by the softer tone reserved for late night calls, or when everybody else in the vc had left and it was just you two.

You look at where his face was on your monitor, relaxing a bit simply by his tone and the soft gaze he held on you.

"I know everything sort of progressed pretty fast tonight.. but your stream really helped me realize a few things. I do like you, y/n. Not fucking around or anything." He said it in a firm tone, one that told you he wasn't messing around, but still felt oh so intimate.

Everything he was saying was exactly what you wanted and needed to hear. Reassurance that your feelings weren't unrequited. You couldn't believe your rambling on stream had lead you guys here.

"I like you, too. If that wasn't obvious already." You mumbled out, eyes averting before glancing to see his reaction. He had the biggest, cutest, grin on his face. Charming, and extremely contagious. You couldn't help but smile back.

Holy shit.

"Is this real?" You asked out loud, smile never leaving your face.

"It is. All thanks to your ranting on stream. How cool is that?"

You couldn't help but still feel rather embarrassed that he'd heard all of it, but it had brought you two here. All embarrassment was worth it. Especially if it meant it opened up a whole new world of possibilities for you two.

"Very cool." You mumbled, before a smile appeared on your lips. Today really couldn't have gone any better.

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loversindevildom · 3 years

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hello! I'm not that anon but thank you for the other period-related hcs, if it's okay, may I ask for the brothers' reactions to an MC who doesn't have painful ones, but bleeds A Lot and is terrified of getting communal/the brothers' stuff dirty? people with monster uteruses unite

((Definitely!! Currently on my period while writing this and felt it-

((Also would you look at that, the me is posting again-

Masterlist

The boys x MC with heavy flow

Lucifer

It all began when one of your worst nightmares came true.

You woke up early in the morning having bled all over his sheets.

You were panicking. Badly.

Lucifer was still sound asleep on his side of the bed, having noticed nothing.

Without thinking, you immediately get out of bed and go fast towards the wardrobe to grab some sheets.

You had no idea how you were going to change them without waking Lucifer up but one step at a time.

But he was already awake as soon as he felt you get off the bed. "MC?" He mumbled your name quietly before opening his eyes.

You wished a hole could open underneath your feet and the earth would swallow you. You also happened to be wearing white pijamas and so the blood was obvious all over you.

Lucifer had just woken up and was not thinking straight so his first thought was that someone attacked you or that another demon attempted to eat you and immediately rushed to you and pulled you in his arms. "Who?"

"what?"

"Who hurt you?"

"no one... I'm so sorry!!" You cried in dispair and that's when Lucifer started understanding what was going on.

"It's your menstruation? I thought someone attacked you... It's alright. I'll go fill in the bath for you."

Thankfully you changed the sheets before he realized you got them dirty.

Or so you thought. In reality he had noticed but didn't want to embarass you.

Mammon

He knew you were on your period.

You had told him the moment it came.

But it didn't matter to him much. He didn't know many things about it, only that you're in pain.

"Hey, come on, sit with me." He patted the couch beside him in his room.

He knew you were hurting and he wanted to cuddle you and watch some movies with you and spoil you with chocolate he stole from Beel.

When you shook your head in return, his heart shattered. "I'm not really in that mood."

"B-But! It's your favourite!"

"I'll just go to sleep."

"We can sleep together here."

You sighed and he felt the world twist. You didn't want him anymore? That's it? It was over?

"What did I do?"

"nothing! I just don't want to get blood all over your couch!"

"Ohh..." He felt relieved. That was all. Truth be told, this couch was pretty expensive but you were worth ten times that couch...

"Don't you wear that pad thing you talked about?" After you nodded he added. "Then it's fine. Get your stupid pretty human ass here now. You don't wanna miss the beginning."

Leviathan

He wanted you two to cosplay today.

You had been planning to go to that convention for months.

The day had arrived and he had excitedly changed into his costume only for you to come out and say you're not going.

And he's ???? So confused ????

He thought you wanted this as much as he did.

Did you fake your interest?

"look, Levi, I'm sorry. I was really looking forward to the con but I got my period today."

Ohhhhhhh it was because of that thing. That was a relief.

"it's fine! The con is a week long, we'll go by the end of it. And we can wear the costumes inside and cuddle!"

The idea horrified you.

"NO!" The costumes were amazing and Levi had paid of them. You couldn't ruin it.

"why?" He was confused again.

"I'll get blood all over it. I always get things dirty. You should keep me away from your stuff." After all you knew how much he valued his merch.

Leviathan rolled his eyes and walked over to you. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you down with him. He wrapped a TSL blanket over you and proceeded to play games with you all night.

After all, you were more valuable than all these together.

Satan

You two had visited Devildom's public library to get a book he had ordered for you.

He had seen how fascinated you were as soon as you heard it came out and immediately ordered it for you.

You were looking around the shelves with him while the staff was going to bring you your book when you felt an intense pain on your lower parts.

Looking down you realized blood was leaking everywhere.

Panicking, not sure what to do you hid behind a bookshelf.

Satan panicked as soon as he realized you were gone.

What if another demon had fetched you and eaten you?

"MC?" He called out your name. Once, twice, thrice...

"Here..." You said in embarrassement. You had the idea of using a jacket to cover the mess in your pants. But you had accidentally grabbed his...

When he finds you he was relieved. "There you are, I was worried..." Then he scanned you. "My jacket looks good on you."

You weren't sure how to tell him, so you continued and went all the day back to the house of Lamentation when you immediately put it in the washing machine.

Of course, he had noticed. You had been dripping on the floor.

But being aware this was a normal thing, he decided not to embarass you and make a big deal out of it.

Asmodeus

You were screwed.

You were seriously screwed and not in the good way.

This had been a lesson to you to always keep in mind when your period was coming.

Because the one time you had forgotten, you had wore Asmo's clothes to sleep.

He told you you could use them whenever you wanted.

It made him very happy to see you wearing his clothes and it made you feel very comfortable so why not?

This was the reason not to.

Because waking up that morning, you had gotten blood all over his clothes.

"Shit."

Your exclaim and panic woke him up, but he was too focused on your face to notice the blood at first.

"What happened, my love? Are you okay?"

"I'm so sorry, Asmo!!"

It took him a few seconds but then he realized exactly what you were talking about. He took a deep breath. This was a disaster, but you didn't do it on purpose.

"It's fine. It's your time of the month? Come on we should get you changed. Wanna run a bath together? I can give you a massage too." He winked as he got up to get the water running. He prefered to focus on you than his ruined clothing.

And this, my friends, is called love.

Beelzebub

You were always careful when it was your time of the month not to get anything dirty. Always.

However, the unfortunate day had arrived.

You were in his bed, playing on your DDD while Beel was picking up some food from the kitchen.

And then it happened. The major pain. And you realized you had been bleeding all over his sheets. You should change them before Beel-

Speak of the devil....

Beel walked in happily and let the food down on the tray next to the bed. As he leaned down to put them there he noticed the blood and frowned.

You were scared you had disgusted him.

"are you hurting too badly? I'll bring you some medicine."

Cause he's that sweet.

Diavolo

Yes I will say this every single time I write about this one;

He's busy.

So even if you do get blood in his stuff you'll certainly have time to clean it.

However, fate isn't very nice...

When Diavolo is in his study, he likes to work with you sitting on his lap.

When you felt the sharp pain in your stomach you immediately jumped off his lap and fell on the floor.

"MC? What happened!? Are you okay?" He asked worrily.

You didn't answer him, instead you run towards the bathroom.

Yes, you didn't get anything on him but it was big a jumpscare itself.

Diavolo knocked on your door once. "Dear? What happened?"

"nothing! It's fine, my period just came!"

He was silent for a bit. You thought he left but as soon as you opened the door he was standing right there and he hugged you. "I see... Come on, let's go back. I promise we'll cuddle when Im done."

"I'll get blood all over you!" You argued back.

In response he picked you up and walked back to his chair where he made you sit on him again.

Simeon

Simeon is such a sweetheart.

He probably has already noted your circle on his calendar.

He remembers when it's that time of the month always.

Usually, so do you.

Usually.

You had miscalculated this time. You thought it was due for next week and so you had wore a nice white dress for your date with Simeon.

He wasn't sure what to say. He thought you looked gorgeous in that one but...

"Sweetheart, are you sure? I love the way the dress looks at you but I don't want you to feel bad if it gets dirty."

You were so confused. "What?"

"You said you avoid wearing white when it's that time of the month... Unless you're late? Oh my lord, are you late?" His eyes were shining and that's when you realized what he meant.

"shit! No I am not! Wait here!" You rushed back into your room to get changed and indeed found blood between your legs.

You couldn't find yourself feeling bad tho.

All you could thinking about was the way Simeon's eyes had shined at the thought of being a father.

Solomon

As a human like yourself, he treats it much more normal than the others do.

He doesn't treat you any different then really, unless you're in pain.

Then you're getting backrubs.

You were sitting on the couch with him and he was telling you a story about how he first formed a pact.

When he was finished you felt the need to go to the bathroom.

Then you noticed the red stain in your pants.

Shit that was a lot of blood. Had you gotten it on the chair too?

Thankfully, when you returned it was gone.

And thankfully, Solomon knew magic to clean it quicker.

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technowoah · 3 years

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Dream x gender neutral reader blurb

Something that came up in my mind during a past livestream 😋 it might be bad idk i wrote this fast

⚠︎ mentions of food (?), one swear word, fluff, fluff, fluff 🐑

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The Florida heat was still something to get used to. Especially when all you wore were Clay's hoodies. He practically gave you them, your closet was filled with Dream merchandise. You had shirts, hats, a box filled with prototype milestone coins, hoodies, and more hoodies. He gave you his own non-merchandise hoodies as well, basically when you moved to Florida you already had a full closet.

You didnt mind if Clay took his stuff back for the day, because you knew that the clothes would end up with you again.

Clay loved to spoil you with things ever since you agreed to move down to florida. It was easier to buy things and hand deliver them to you then wait patiently until you called him day later, yelling about the new gift he bought you. He loved buying small jewelry pieces, clothes, small things that reminded him of you, favorite foods, useless things you find on amazon, he loved to shower you in gifts.

You tried to do the same, but you werent a YouTuber with over 20 million subscribers and views. You did it in your own way, making food, or ordering out when he plans to stream for long hours, giving him space when he needs it, buying him small things that remind you of him like he does to you, and spending time with him when he's editing just giving him company.

These moments were like heaven to you, it was such a comforting feeling to be around him. You felt protected, when you're with him you were only his and no one else mattered. One thing Clay loved is when you wore the oversized Dream hoodies he gave you. He gave you oversized hoodies so you coukd wear shorts underneath and still be comfortable. It was a comforting contrast in clothing.

He adored seeing you in his clothes, it reminded him that you chose him, you chose to message him on Twitter, you chose to evolve your relationship into dating, and then a long distance relationship, you chose to move down to Florida to become closer. You're choosing him, and he is choosing you everyday. He knows that sound cliché, but its the truth.

"Hey whats up? Im streaming." Clay turned around in his gaming chair.

"Oh hey!" He laughed as he saw you in his huge Dream hoodie.

You made your way over to him and seated yourself in his lap, you made yourself comfortable as he turned around and rolled his chair back up to his desk. He un-muted his mic and talked to, what it heard like, Sapnap and George. Their voices were quiet because of the headphones Clay wore, you couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but it didn't matter. You laid your head on Clay's chest and he gave you a small kiss on your forehead.

You stayed there for while shifting around to make yourself comfortable from time to time, and Clay trying to make you comfortable too by leaning back a little. You weren't bored of Clay's stream, but nothing was happening at the moment so your focus was on the two glass bottle of water, wishing he would refill them and put them back in the mini fridge.

You heard your name be addressed so you turned your attention to that. It was Nick's voice being heard by you through the headphones.

"Where's Y/N at? Are they doing something?" Nick asked Clay.

"Oh no, they are right here!" Clay said while squeezing you in his arms for a moment.

"Oh really say hi to them for me." Nick added

"Me too, hey Y/N!" You heard George yell.

Clay laughed, "You're so loud for no reason and the heard you both."

Everything went back to normal for a few minutes with the boys playing around in a creative world they recently made, until Clay spoke up again.

"Dont you guys wish you had someone to cuddle you like Y/N?" Clay said smugly to the other two men in the chat.

"Didn't you wanna cuddle me Dream?" George asked jokingly.

"Yeah I still want to! Y/N is a replacement right now." Clay laughed as you pinched his bicep.

There was silence until Clay spoke to the two men in the chat again.

"You know Y/N is wearing my Dream hoodie?"

Clay continued on talking about you. "They're pretty cute. Just sitting here, willingly listening to our bullshit."

"Dude." Nick started.

"What I'm just saying they're in MY hoodie." Clay started again.

"Is this just a thing to plug your merch?" George spoke up.

Clay laughed and you did too. "No I just love them. That's it."

"You're possessive." Nick laughed

Clay laughed as well and planted another kiss on your forehead. "Well I'm possessive over whats mine."

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fanfic-me-up · 4 years

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Capture This! || Kaminari Denki

Synopsis: You walk in on Denki, your best friend of five years, getting off. Two questions: Why is there a picture of you? And why do you want him to take more?

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x fem!reader

Warnings: M/E+, 18+, explicit sexual content

Word Count: 6k+

A/N: This is for the @bnhabookclub bingo event! Thank you @shoutogepi and @im-here-for-the-heroes for beta reading. Shout out to @whats-her-quirk this fic was born from me poppin in during your thirst hours lol

“Lotion? Check. Tissues? Check. Pictures?”

Denki swallows.

“Check.”

It’s routine for Denki, really the only ritual he sticks to in his otherwise scatterbrained schedule of kickin’ ass, chilling with friends, and playing Fortnite till ungodly hours of the morning.

But he can’t help it. You’re fucking gorgeous, and Denki has needs - his brain programmed to get off at least three times a day else he can’t function. The first time it happened, he felt a deep sense of shame, twisting his gut, disgusted with himself that he defiled your image. He couldn’t look you in the eye for a week until you had enough and demanded to know what was up. It was the first time he lied to you.

But one time became two, and three, and suddenly Denki needed an image of you all the time. The one of you looking all pretty in that stupid summer dress was his favorite. You bought it that one time you dragged him to the mall because you needed a “guy’s opinion.” He rushed to the bathroom because if he didn’t get out fast, he was gonna drag you back into the changing room and rip that dress off himself.

You’re adorable, hot, sexy, and absolutely terrifying, wrapped up in one perfect package.

Oh, and did he forget to mention?

Totally off-limits.

This is why Denki has to resort to hanging out with you, listening to you vent about your boy problems, and how you just want to meet “the one” already. Denki’s heart breaks a little more every time you shove him deeper into the friend zone, all the while pretending like he didn’t just jerk it to you a couple hours before.

He works his hand up and down his shaft, growing harder by the second with each stroke. It doesn’t take much to get him going, not when it’s you. You’re wearing his hoodie, toes buried in the sand, roasting a marshmallow in front of a bonfire. You’re smiling at something Kirishima said, Denki doesn’t remember what, because all he could see was the light in your eyes. A genuine spark lit only when the cameras were off, and you were unaware of anyone watching. Denki loved witnessing these rare moments; wanted to commit it to memory, so he did. When you posted the picture on Instagram, Denki was more than surprised; you had scrunched your nose when he showed you the picture, displeased with how you looked.

This should not be happening. Any normal person would feel ashamed when staring at a picture of their best friend and touching themselves. No one knew about it, and Denki was surprised he was able to keep it a secret for this long considering he’s friends with fucking Mina of all people.

Enough pre-cum bubbles at the tip that he doesn’t even need the lotion. Staring at you on the screen, wearing his hoodie that’s way too big it covers your thighs completely, makes his mind wander to all sorts of ways he wishes he could get you out of that hoodie. He leans back into the chair, spreading his legs with his eyes half-lidded, imagining what your lips might look like wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck yeah...”

Groaning at the image of you on your knees, lips bruised and slicked with spit from fucking your pretty little mouth has Denki tightening his fist, hips fucking into his hand in a continuous rhythm.

He’s on the verge of coming when the door swings open - the first and last person Denki wants to walk in is standing there in front of him.

“Hey, I called, but you didn’t - ah!” You squeak, throwing the box you’re holding. A sea of random knick-knacks and hero merch rains over you. You hear a thump when the yellow polaroid camera you bought for Denki at a thrift shop hits the floor.

“Fuck!” Denki jumps from his chair, an array of pens fall in a heap to the floor.

You whip your head away, heat spikes your body, embarrassed that you saw your best friend in such a compromising position.

Denki mutters a repeated “shit shit shit” to himself for a good minute before he finally addresses you; his voice rising with each word.

“How did you get in here!?”

“Spare key, dumbass!”

“That’s for emergencies only!”

“Are you talking to me with your dick out!?”

Silence.

“No?”

You huff at the uncertainty in his tone. It’s only two o’clock, and you can already feel a migraine coming on.

“Denki, if I turn around and you’re not covered, so help me god I will-”

“Okay, okay, I got it. Pants are zipped.”

You don’t move until you hear the confirming “zip” before slowly opening your eyes (you have no idea why your eyes were closed in the first place), and you turn around to find Denki leaning against the desk. He’s trying his best to appear casual, but the flush on his face and frazzled hair give away what he was doing moments before you walked in. You don’t know where it comes from, but the thought alone stirs something inside you.

The confusing emotion is replaced by hot-blooded anger when you lock eyes on the screen behind him.

“Is that my face!?”

Denki’s smile drops as he turns around. Dammit. Of course, he forgot to close the tab.

“Uhhh…”

He has no words, none, not when you’re standing there with that intense look in your eyes you get when you’re about to rip someone a new one. Your anger could rival Bakugou’s, and Denki has unfortunately been in the middle of one too many screaming matches. He’s surprised his eardrums aren’t blown out by now.

He clicks to exit out, or at least he thinks he does until he comes to the dumb realization that he’s clicking the zoom button instead.

“Ho-hold on, let me just…”

With each click, it zooms a little more into your face until only your nose is in the frame. Denki sheepishly looks up at you.

“Oops?”

Denki’s had a good life. He’s already come farther than most ever dream in their career when becoming a pro-hero, and he’s made some amazing friends most spend years trying to find. The only regret of his is not confessing his true feelings to you, but really what’s one regret? He’s totally a-okay with saying goodbye to this cruel, cruel world if it meant not being subjected to this torture any longer.

“Denki Kaminari.”

Denki gulps. Oh no. You only say his full name when you mean business.

“Explain right this instant or I will walk out this door and tell the whole world how you and grape boy took body shots off cardboard cutouts of each other!”

“Hey! We were really fuckin’ drunk and thought it might score us some pity sex with the ladies!”

“In what world would you licking fuckin’ Mineta equal oh yeah, fuck me, Denki?”

Denki cowers with each step you take, gulping down the lump in his throat when your face is close enough to hold in his hands. He’s never been more simultaneously turned on and terrified in his life. Especially when he just heard the words “fuck me, Denki” escape your lips.

Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Whatever you do. Don’t. Look. Down.

The last thing he wants is you flinging him out the window because he couldn’t keep his eyes on your face. Don’t get him wrong; he could look at your face forever, even when you look like your one move away from killing him. But… he’s a dude, and there’s boobs in front of him, not to mention your boobs.

“Hello? Earth to Denki?” You wave your hand in his face.

“You may wanna sit down for this.”

“I’m fine where I am, thank you very much.”

He huffs out a breath, annoyed you didn’t take the bait. The suggestion was more for his sanity than yours. With you standing so close, his brain is going haywire; the tantalizing scent of strawberries and cream short-circuiting his brain quicker than when he overuses his quirk. It never fails to make his mouth water, if only he could bend down and bury his nose in the crook of your neck, god, he’d never let you go.

How does he even begin to work through the feelings he has for you when they’ve been bottled up since the moment he knew he was in deep? Where does he start?

The fact he’s been in love with you for the past five years?

Or that he’s been getting off to you for half that time?

Denki’s mind is running a mile a minute, like a computer in overdrive. He can’t make enough sense of his emotions to convert into words. But, instead of waiting to open his mouth, like a normal person, Denki spews out embarrassing word vomit that connects his two thoughts.

“I love getting off to you.”

A pin could drop, and it’d be as loud as a freaking hurricane.

Denki groans in frustration, facepalming his forehead. What the hell did he just say, and can he take it back? How long would it take for him to hack into a database and find someone with a time manipulation quirk? He doesn’t even know how to hack, but he’d wrangle his one brain cell and fucking learn if that’s what it takes.

He’s usually good at reading you. You’re one of the few people he cares enough to pick up on how you’re feeling. The myriad of emotions that pass on your face from shock to confusion to a hint of amusement lets Denki know he can breathe easy. At least you’re not trying to kill him anymore.

“Oh-kay that’s not what I - what I meant to say was - hold on, lemme just, rewind.”

He makes some weird, loopy gesture with his arms. His brain was firing a million synapses at once, each connected to a different thought, some deep like the fear of losing you and some not so deep - like he’s really excited to eat the cheeseburgers Bakugou promised he’d grill tonight.

But he tries his best to reign in the million and one thoughts to focus on you, who’s waiting for an explanation. He takes a deep breath to steady his heart that’s about to beat out of his chest. He only hopes you don’t stomp on it after what he’s about to say.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been since our first year at U.A. I wanted to tell you for the longest time, but then you got with Bakugou. Then you broke up, and you needed a friend more than ever, and how could I say no to being ‘your best bro’ when you were crying on my shoulder? It was just never the right time.”

The more he rambled, the more uncomfortable he felt. Out of all the scenarios he imagined of how he’d confess to you, this one was at the bottom of his list to be prepared for. He never expected to be forced into confessing because you caught him masturbating to pictures of you. He rubs the back of his neck and gives an awkward laugh when you stay silent.

“I get it if you wanna, like, shun me forever or something. I deserve it for being such a creep.”

Denki lowers his head to the floor, the clutter of fallen pens and knick-knacks looks way less intimidating than staring into your eyes. A soft hand touches his chin, lifting his face to meet yours.

“Hey, look at me, it’s okay.”

Your voice does wonders for soothing the nerves shaking him up.

“I guess it’s not that creepy when you put it like that, and for some weird reason, you’re like the one person I can catch jacking off to my pictures, and I don’t feel the need to report you as a registered sex offender.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but Denki’s heart drops at the idea of you labeling him as the neighborhood perv.

“Please, don’t do that,” he squeaks before clearing his throat, “But for real, Y/N, I’m so sorry. It’s wrong to disrespect you like that, and I promise I won’t do it again.”

Denki has no idea how he’s gonna get off now, but that’s his future self’s problem.

“I can’t help it, you’re gorgeous, and I love ya, and I don’t remember the last time I got laid.”

Fuck. He didn’t mean to say that last part, but it’s the truth. You’re the reason he couldn’t even look at another girl, because they weren’t you, and that’s why he had to resort to pulling up pictures of you. Pictures that aren’t normally deemed “sexy” and of you dressed modestly, without much skin showing.

That doesn’t stop Denki from coming in record time with your name rolling off his lips every time.

“How bad do you want me?”

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t the least bit curious about what sex with your best friend would be like. You heard he wasn’t a bad lay from a couple girls back at U.A.

You’d also be lying if you didn’t say you were just as horny as said best friend.

It’s difficult finding time to date as a pro-hero. When you do, it doesn’t last very long anyway - the other person growing tired of always coming second to your career. Don’t even get you started on one night stands. They’re practically impossible to uphold as once the media gets wind of it, you’re slapped on the cover of “Hero Times Magazine,” and everyone and their mother is calling for you to “spill the tea.” This is why pro-heroes either end up with other pro-heroes or end up alone.

Denki’s eyebrows shoot straight to his hairline. If someone were to tell him you were attracted to him in any sense of the word, his heart would double-time it, but he’d ultimately brush it off. He knew your type, and he could not be farther from it. The aggressive, beefy, gym rat who could match you move for move in a heated spar of harsh words and hot-blooded passion. You dated Bakugou for fuck’s sake! There was no hope for Denki after that.

But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take what he can get. The words pour out of him like the dam’s been broken and the unforgiving flood rushes.

“I want you so bad, Y/N, fuck, I’ve waited so long, so fucking long, you don’t know how crazy you make me.”

Your breath catches. His words have an unexpected effect on you, but your heart drums in anticipation. If you listen close enough, you can hear Denki’s beating at the same rate, waiting for what you’re going to say next. Power surges through you. In your past relationships, sex was always seen as this competition. Your exes never wanted to relinquish their pride or control, but Denki is nothing like your exes. He’s laid-back, always cracking jokes, and never dwelling too much on the past, always moving forward to the next moment. He’s perfectly fine with letting you take the reins most of the time. You determine what will happen next.

“You love getting off to me?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but he answers in earnest.

“You’re the only one I get off to.”

You slide your dress off, and it falls to the floor.

“Show me.”

Denki’s eyes travel over your body, his mouth slightly open in disbelief at your undressed state. He wants to capture this moment in case this is as much as he gets, even if he can never use this mental picture because he promised you he wouldn’t. His fingers itch to brush along the lace trim of your bra, to graze along your nipple, and watch your reaction. Are you sensitive enough where you’d full on moan, or would he have to strain to catch the small hitch of breath? Denki was never top of his class. He preferred to wing it and hope for the best, but for you, he’d take his time to study every inch and crevice of your body until he could read you cover to cover with his eyes closed. His gaze travels down to the matching lace panties you wear, a cute little bow in the front waiting to be untied with his teeth.

Did you plan to get fucked today? Or do you usually wear matching sets on the regular?

Your skin looks so soft and supple, he’s aching to dig his fingers, but before he can, you step away. Denki cocks his head. Have you changed your mind? But any doubt leaves Denki when you make your way across the room to sit down on the edge of the bed.

You start with feather-light touches dancing along your collarbone. Your eyes are locked on Denki, getting high on the way he drinks in your every move. Your touches are teasing, especially when your finger dips down to your cleavage. Still, instead of giving Denki what he wants, you change course, making your way back to your shoulders. Denki exhales a breath at your teasing, but says nothing, too afraid he’ll ruin the mood if he says something stupid.

When you make your way down again, you don’t disappoint; you pinch your nipple through your bra, and the way Denki swipes his tongue over his lip has heat rushing to your core. You slide your hand down your stomach, stopping when you reach your clothed slit. Denki stares, hungry and buzzing in anticipation for what you’ll do next. Smirking in victory, you spread your legs open and pull your panties to the side, giving him the view to capture the perfect picture of your dripping pussy.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You taunt breathlessly, tracing your folds with your fingers.

Oh shit. Were you for real? Please, tell him you were for real because he legit might cry if this was some elaborate prank. Where are the fucking cameras?

“You don’t want to?” You bite your lip, insecurity seeping through the confident smile you wore just a moment ago.

“No! I mean - yes! Yes, I do, holy shit, let me find - where the fuck is…” Denki whips around, trying to find his phone. Fuck! Out of all the times to misplace it, it has to be now. But then he spots the yellow polaroid camera sitting on the floor, and before he can think, he’s picking it up and praying it has film. He kneels, so he’s eye level with your pussy, but also making sure the angle gets your whole body in the frame. The light streaming in gives you an ethereal look, your skin glowing, and adding to the cute flush on your cheeks. The camera clicks, and a second later, the picture slides out. You giggle at Denki’s impatience. He’s waving the picture frantically in the air, so the color comes through faster. He completely stills when he can finally take a good look at the beauty he’s captured.

“Fuck, Y/N, you look…”

Denki can’t control the groan that escapes. He looks back up at you, eyes darkened with lust before he’s ripping his shorts off so fast, his foot gets caught, and he almost trips in the process. Once he’s out of them, he plops back down in the chair across the room. You’re surprised when all you feel is pure, unadulterated lust. You expected to be at least a little bit weirded out staring at your best friend’s cock, but all you want is to put it in your mouth and explore all the different ways you can make him come. The tip is oozing pre-cum already, and the way he works his hand with a sense of urgency suggests he’s been hard for a while. It doesn’t take long before you hear Denki grunt.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

You look so pretty spread out for him. For the last five years, he wanted nothing more than to see you like this. His hips jerk up, and he throws his head back, but he makes sure to keep his eyes open like his life depended on it; he didn’t want to miss a second of this. You, with your legs wide open giving him a view of your perfect little pussy. Your panties soaked by you rubbing your clit mercilessly, and your pupils blown wide as you watch your best friend get off to the show you’re giving him. It’s erotic as hell, completely different from the pictures Denki has of you. This one easily tops all the others. He tightens his fist - he doesn’t want it to end without feeling your skin on his at least once.

“Let me touch you, Y/N, please, I just wanna touch you, need to feel you.”

Denki doesn’t give a fuck that he’s begging at this point. He’s waited too damn long to care about pride or dignity, not when the chance to fuck you is placed in his shaking hands. You bite your lip to suppress a moan, but it comes out anyway.

“Touch me.”

That’s all Denki needs. Before you know it, you’re pushed down on the bed, and lips smash against yours. He’s eager, a little too eager, shoving his tongue in your mouth and touching everywhere that he can. You don’t have much room to breathe, so you gently push at his chest.

“Chill, Denki.”

He huffs out a breath, muscles shaking like he’s restraining himself from overwhelming you.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,”

He mumbles, peppering kisses into your neck before making his way back to your lips. It’s much smoother this time, his tongue sliding out to tease your bottom lip, asking for permission this time. He groans when you open up for him, your tongue meeting his. Hands trail up until they reach around, resting on the clasp of your bra. Honey eyes meet yours, but you cut off his question.

“I’ll stop you if I need to, but you asking me if it’s okay every time you try something is gonna seriously kill the mood.”

You reach around to place your hands on top of his, unclasping your bra along with him. His eyes darken at the sight of your bare chest. You try not to squirm at the intensity of his gaze. It becomes near impossible when he dips down to flick his tongue over your nipple before biting with his teeth. He pays the same attention to the other one before kissing his way down your stomach. You arch your back when he spreads your legs and positions himself between them. He makes his way around, avoiding your dripping pussy, teasing your thighs with soft kisses. You huff in annoyance, and he smirks up at you, biting into the flesh of your thigh. This time he places a kiss to your heated center, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch.

“Is it everything you imagined?” You ask.

He looks up at you, with such a serious expression, one you’ve only seen a couple times since knowing him.

“Everything and more.”

Your heart flutters, and you know you’re going to say something you’ll regret if you don’t stop counting the different shades of gold in his eyes. You clear your throat before throwing your hair back.

“You gonna fuck me, or am I gonna have to do it myself?”

You pull his head in for a demanding kiss, biting on his lip to distract yourself from the rush of bubbling emotions threatening to surface.

“One sec,” Denki whispers, placing one last kiss to your lips, before getting up.

You gape at the giant box of condoms he casually pulls out. It hasn’t been opened, and oh my god, you didn’t even know they made huge boxes like this. There were at least a hundred in there. What person thinks to buy a big box of condoms if their plans don’t include… fucking a whole ass army?

“What the fuck, Denki?”

People usually have one, maybe two condoms in their wallet at most. Some guys don’t have any at all, which kills the mood when you’re in the heat of the moment, so I guess you can be thankful that Denki is... extra prepared?

“What?”

He pulls a condom out and drops the box. It thumps when it hits the floor. You’re taken aback by how nonchalant he’s being about this.

“I- you- wha- How many times do you think we’re gonna do it!?”

Denki slides the condom on, smirking at your shocked expression.

“Till we finish this box,” he says as he slides into you.

You gasp at the stretch. He pushes to the hilt, and stays there when he notices the slight furrow of your brow. It has been a while since you’ve fucked, but soon enough, you crave more so you roll your hips, but he doesn’t move.

“Denki?”

His head is pressed into your neck, warm breath tickling your skin, and the stuttering heartbeat matches to the beat of your own.

“Just… gimme a minute, don’t wanna ruin it by coming in two seconds.”

His words are muffled, voice raspy with desire, and you can only imagine what his face looks like. It makes you want him all the more. Finally, someone who doesn’t see sex as an opportunity to one-up you or to put you in your place. It’s scary how the last twenty minutes have changed five years of friendship.

“Hey,” you hold his face in between your palms. He already looks completely fucked out with his face flushed and eyes glazed. You place a tender kiss to his lips, unlike the previous kisses you shared.

“You couldn’t ruin it even if you did come right now.”

You caress his hair in an attempt to reassure him.

“You’d just have to make it up to me,” you wink.

His smile is so pure, lighting up his eyes that’s unique to Denki; it makes your heart do somersaults in your chest. But the moment passes as the previous heat between you two spikes when Denki circles his hips, taking his time to feel you inside and out. He’s touching and kissing you wherever he can, your cheek, neck, chest, thighs, like it’s the first and last time he’ll experience you like this. It might very well be.

This thought doesn’t sit well with you.

Once he’s mapped out your sweet spots, he digs his fingers into your thighs and pulls your hips flush towards his. He pulls out of you until only the tip is brushing your opening and pounds back into you, taking your breath away. He pumps in and out of you faster, and you cry out when he hits that special spot deep inside of you.

“Denki,” you moan. He grunts and spreads your legs even wider, grabbing one and hauling it over his shoulder to pound into you deeper.

He’s getting close, hell, he’s been close even before you walked in.

“F-fuck…” Denki groans, thrusting at an uneven pace and feeling the familiar tightening in his groin.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you flip him over and begin bouncing on his cock in a much more steady rhythm. Denki’s staring up at you, eyes wide in admiration.

You’re a goddess. An absolute fucking masterpiece that needs to be put in a museum for his eyes only. God, when did he get so fucking mushy? You always brought out different sides that Denki, himself, didn’t even know he had. He can’t keep his hands off you, grabbing your boobs, sliding down the curves of your thighs, gripping your ass. He wants to commit it all to memory in case he never gets to know this pleasure again.

“Y/N, ah, shit, I’m gonna...” he trails off, unable to finish his sentence.

He’s holding on to that sweet release for as long as he can. He’s been craving it since he met you on the first day of class at U.A. His balls tighten, unable to hold it in any longer, before he gives in to the long overdue orgasm. It hits him hard - his entire body tingling from head to toe like 1000 volts of electricity bolt through him. Denki had no idea he could come for this long, but he doesn’t want it to end - it feels so fucking good inside you. He rides it out for a couple more thrusts before he relaxes, completely sated. You try to pull off him, but he grabs your hips and forces you back down. You squeak, clearly not expecting him to care enough to help you out after he finished.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The tone of his voice sounds foreign in his ears, too gruff and too deep, but you seem to have no problems with it as you moan in response, working yourself on top of him. Your thighs crush his hips, shaking with need as you seek a release of your own. You’re tired from bouncing, so you resort to grinding, swirling your hips deliciously around his cock. Denki squeezes your ass in appreciation.

“You close?”

“Close, so close, Denki, please…”

Your eyes well up with tears, desperate to finish; the coil in your stomach wound too tight that you might burst any second. Denki helps you by thrusting his hips to meet yours, his hand rubbing your clit. You jolt at the sudden zap to your clit, you look down to see a small spark leave Denki’s fingertip. He does it again, and you cry out, your pussy fluttering from the electrifying touch.

“C’mon, baby, you can do it, come for me.”

Fuck. Denki didn’t mean for the pet name to slip out, but then you’re moaning louder than before that Denki would’ve had to quiet you if you weren’t alone. Words are tumbling out before you can stop them.

“Oh, fuck, Denki, I love this so much, I love you, I-”

You slap your hand over your mouth. Denki’s eyes widen for a second before a dangerous glint takes over, and he wretches your hand away from your mouth.

“Lemme hear you. C’mon, Y/N, show me how much you love this.”

You hardly recognize the scream as your own; you flush at how loud you are, but Denki doesn’t seem to mind. It seems to spur him on. He sits up so your chest to chest before he bends down to tug at your nipple with his teeth. You throw your head back in pleasure, your hands coming around to grab at his hair. Golden eyes look up at you from your chest, a slight smirk curving his lips.

“I’m no photographer, baby girl, but I can sure as hell picture us together.”

Leave it to Denki Kaminari to make you come with a cheesy pickup line.

He gives one final thrust, balls slapping against your ass and hitting the spot deep inside you just right. Your thighs quiver from the pleasure wracking your body, a scream lodging out of your throat so loud that the people next door bang on the wall. You’re overwhelmed to the point that all you can do is rest your head on his shoulder, whispering his name in a broken whimper as you finish.

You fall next to him on the bed, sweaty and completely wiped, both of you trying to catch your breath. Denki tosses the condom in the trash while you stare at the ceiling, watching the fan swirl round and round. Your mind is no different at the moment, going round in circles, and you’re trying to catch up. Your body feels weightless, tingling all over and loving the high you didn’t think was possible. The bed shifts, and suddenly you’re faced with your best friend of five years. Before he can get a word out, the front door slams shut, and two very familiar, very masculine voices are down the hall, getting closer by the second.

“Kaminari, you lazy shit, get the fuck down here!”

“Shit!” Denki jumps from the bed, ruffling through the mess to find his pants.

“Denki, just lock the door! Hurry!”

It’s too late as the door swings open, and yeah… if today taught Denki anything, it’s that he really needs to lock his door more often. He doesn’t have time to think as he hops back into bed with you to avoid flashing any of his other friends today. Bakugou would probably threaten to chop his dick off and… yeah, Denki doesn’t wanna think about the rest.

You squeak and cover yourself with the blanket when you’re met with two sets of equally shocked crimson eyes.

Kirishima drops the bag of chips he’s holding. It seems like dropping things when walking into Denki’s room was a common theme today, and he’s sure as hell not looking forward to the cleanup. Denki regrets chancing a glance at Bakugou; nostrils flaring like a rabid predator on the loose and Denki’s his target.

The four of you stare at each other for who knows how long before Kirishima breaks out into a full-on grin.

“About time, bro, congrats!”

“Congrats?” You turn to Denki, confused.

“The fuck!? You bangin’ my ex, dunceface!?” Bakugou shouts.

“Please don’t hurt me!” Denki squeaks, hiding underneath the covers.

“Oi! You fuck like a man, you better fight like one, too!”

You roll your eyes, hardly affected by Bakugou’s exploding presence, unlike Denki, who is literally shaking beside you.

“Oh fuck off, Katsuki, listen to yourself. Keyword ex-girlfriend.”

Bakugou sputters, and Kirishima drags him by the shoulder.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s been in a mood since he found out he’s gonna be the next star of the Bachelor.”

“You wanna die too, shitty hair!?”

You and Denki burst out laughing at the absurdity of Katsuki forced to act like a gentleman on live TV. The image of Katsuki in a suit and tie, holding a rose and actually smiling, is comedic gold to you.

“C’mon, bro, let’s give ’em some space.”

“Oi! You’re on my shit list now! All of you! Aye! Get the fuck off me!”

Kirishima drags Bakugou the rest of the way, giving you a quick thumbs up on the way out.

You and Denki are still cracking up, but your laughter dies when they leave, and you’re faced with the tension from before. Denki sinks lower into the sheets, hating that he keeps getting walked in on. Who decided it was ‘make a fool out of Denki day’ anyway?

“So…” you start.

“So…” Denki finishes.

You both stare straight ahead at nothing.

“Did you mean it?”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly asking him to elaborate.

“What you said, when you... you know...” he makes a clicking noise with his mouth like that’s universal code for fucking, “Or was it just a heat of the moment thing?”

You take a moment to think before you give your response. You want to be as honest as possible, and not lead Denki on in any way. Of course, you loved him, he’s your best friend, but did you love him?

You think back on your friendship, and suddenly a supercut of all the times he was there for you flashes before your eyes. He was there when you needed someone to drive you when you had your wisdom teeth pulled out. You didn’t expect Denki to stay with you the whole weekend, buying you ice cream and watching your favorite movies, but he did.

He was there when you and Bakugou became an item, always listening to you swoon over how amazing a boyfriend he was. Denki would always respond with “But can he do this?” and would proceed to overuse his quirk like an overpowered Pikachu just to make you laugh. It sends a knife through your heart, knowing Denki was in love with you while you were talking about how great of a boyfriend his friend was. Not to mention how he was there when you and Bakugou broke up, heart-broken and vowing to swear off boys for good. Denki held you in his arms while you cried, staying silent the entire time, which you knew was against his nature. Denki was always there for you as a friend. There’s no doubt he’d be there for you as a lover.

“I meant it,” you say.

Tears threaten to spill, and your heart might burst out of your chest and land right into his hands. You hope he holds on to it forever. He squishes your cheeks and leans down to plant the softest kiss on your lips. This is what you’ve been missing - more like who you’ve been missing. You open your mouth to deepen the kiss, and he meets you move for move. He pulls away, hands still on your cheeks, grazing your cheekbones with his fingertips as he stares into your eyes.

“Denki, I…” You bite your lip, overcome with emotion. You desperately want to say the words to capture this picture-perfect moment forever.

Until you feel something poking your thigh.

“Denki!”

You yell, affronted he popped a boner in the middle of what was supposed to be a romantic moment.

“Sorry!”

“Ugh! Worst timing ever!” You slap his shoulder.

“Ow! I said I’m sorry!”

You wiggle out of his embrace. Silence eats at the room, and you can feel Denki’s energy radiating in uncomfortable frequencies. The last moment had been thoroughly ruined.

But you have all the time in the world to make more.

“... round two?”

Just seeing Denki’s face light up like Christmas is enough to promise the birth of a new moment. He bends over to grab his box of condoms, some spilling on the floor and adding more to the mess, before saying, “hell yeah!”

You roll your eyes with affection. What a weirdo, you think. But he’s your weirdo.

That night, or rather the next day since it was currently three in the morning, Denki plops down on his bed exhausted from the day. He’s fluffing his pillow, trying to get comfortable, when he feels something underneath. His eyes widen when he takes in the picture he’s holding. You must’ve taken it when he was downstairs and snuck it under his pillow. You’re bent over with that same damn lacy bra that sends him for a loop. Your cleavage deliciously on display as you bite your lip and stare at the camera with those innocent eyes. Denki can’t help it, his hand sliding down on instinct and cupping himself through his boxers. He turns the picture around and smiles at the cute little message written on the back.

“To add to your collection 😉”

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