#hes a nice guy so that specific comment threw me off

[wolfythewitch]

I was talking to a classmate about my problem with some modern feminist retellings of old myths and another classmate went "I like you. You're not like the other snowflakes" and I'm like hm. I don't think we're on the same page here

#i cant tell if he was being ironic or not ngl #hes a nice guy so that specific comment threw me off

[hazelnutsforellie]

Can you plsssss write ellie with an inexperienced reader and helping them through their first time? (doesn’t have to be specific) maybe ellie is kissing readers neck and they pull away kind of harshly but then ellie helps them feel good

IDK IDK THE THOUGHT CAME TO ME I NEED IT NOWWWW

melanchole | e. williams ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

PAIRING— modern!ellie williams x afab or fem!reader

SUMMARY— your best friend, ellie, has a hard time controlling her anger when it comes to you, accidentally revealing her feelings for you in the process.

WARNINGS— NSFW, smut [18+], mutual pining, angst & fluff, protective ellie, alcohol use, ellie gets in a fight, mentions of blood & small wounds, top!ellie, inexperienced bottom!reader, reader is kinda shy & quiet, thigh grinding, fingering (r rec), oral (r rec), multi-orgasm [2], overstim, praise, pet names, kinda proofread.

WC— 5.5k

AUTHOR'S NOTE— ty for the request, anon!! i wasn't sure if you meant the reader's first time with a girl or in general so i did in general. feedback is always appreciated, pls don't be shy!! ♡

You shifted in the passenger seat of Ellie's car as you watched the tree line to your right, when the streetlights allowed it. Neither of you spoke as the soft pattering of the rain provided just enough noise to keep Ellie at ease. You weren't particularly... happy with her, or her actions. You'd planned to have a nice outing like you do every Saturday night, but something had shifted.

Your train of thought began to shift as you ran through the events in your head that caused such a dent.

It was too quick, too swift. The burning of the alcohol coursing through your veins along with the thumping of the music in the background continued to ramp up your adrenaline with each passing second. Standing in the kitchen of the frat party, you were a few feet behind Ellie, and a guy you'd never seen before was lying on the floor in front of her.

In one moment Ellie toward the kitchen to get more drinks. In there, you found said guy standing by the sink. The next moment, he began making disgusting comments about you. In Ellie's opinion, at least. To you, he simply complimented you.

Of course, after hearing his flirtatious comment, Ellie immediately stepped in and snapped at him to fuck off. Unbeknownst to anyone, the guy has major anger issues. As does Ellie. This only made things worse, causing the guy to snap back with much more venom.

Ellie had a difficult time controlling her anger issues, and when you were in the mix, there was no way she was going to be able to hold herself back. So Ellie, infamous for her inability to control her anger when it came to you, threw the first punch. Before you knew it, Ellie was towering over him, fingers twitching as her chest heaved. He was down, and Ellie knew it was smart to leave him as is, but she was unable to step away on her own.

The circle surrounding you three was growing larger and the loud whispers and stares were becoming overwhelming for you and once he stood up, wiping the blood from his top lip, you were able to ground yourself. Grabbing Ellie's wrist, you pulled her away from the scene, your plan to have a night out being cut short. Ellie made sure to glare at him until he was out of sight.

The entire drive back to her place was silent as you replayed the events in your head. Ellie was driving with her right hand on the top of the wheel, her other resting on her forehead as she leaned against the door. Neither of you had yet to say anything, getting in the car and silently agreeing to go to Ellie’s dorm, your prime hangout since she had a single room.

Ellie absentmindedly chewed on her lower lip as she too repeated the events in her head, her eyes piercing forward. She was angry, but not as angry as before. She was angry with herself. She couldn't believe she'd let herself snap in front of you, convincing herself that she'd ruined the entire evening when she could've just walked away.

That’s what you couldn’t shake.

She could’ve just walked away.

You knew Ellie was protective of you, given you’re her best friend, but it felt different. There was more than what you could see on the surface, which was slowly piercing through the more the two of you stayed silent. Sure, if the guy had actually made a rude comment at first, you would’ve been able to understand her behavior much easier. You felt completely sober the more you thought about it, becoming bolder.

"What was that?" you broke the silence, causing Ellie to nearly smile, though she was able to control it. She thought it was cute how you always wanted to cut to the chase, but she didn't want to with this situation. Not at all.

"Can we just wait 'till we get there?" Ellie managed, retightening her grip on the wheel. Despite the darkness that allowed little to no light inside the car, you were able to see Ellie’s swollen knuckles as she gripped the wheel. Seeing this, you swallowed thickly and quickly averted your gaze through the windshield.

Ellie could tell that you were frustrated, it was evident in your body language. When you would turn your head and look out the window, Ellie would steal a glance of you. She wanted to see you, but she didn't want to make eye contact. She felt embarrassed, scared, too many things. On the inside, Ellie began to panic, realizing that she had to have an actual explanation.

Ellie kept her eyes forward as she led you down the quiet hallway, stopping before her door to unlock it. Of course, Ellie let you in first before stepping inside and closing the door behind her. Ellie's dorm wasn't spacious but it wasn't tiny either, having just enough space for her bed, a small living area, kitchen, and bathroom.

Ellie had numerous posters and wall décor decorating her walls, adding life to the dull cream-colored paint. She had comfy furniture that encapsulated her personality quite well, in your opinion. You both were silent as you kicked your shoes off, finding a place to put your things as Ellie peeled her jacket off, leaving herself in a hoodie and jeans. You followed her actions, still avoiding eye contact as you hung your jacket by the door, next to hers.

You watched her back as she made her way into her private bathroom, leaving the door open as she stopped in front of the sink, twisting the faucet on. She was too focused on scrubbing her hands to notice you watching her, watching the water become a light tint of crimson after running over her skin.

You kicked your shoes off by the door before following her, stopping in the doorway of the bathroom just a foot away from Ellie's right elbow. Your eyes were glued to her hands in the sink to the right, watching her rinse them clean. You finally looked up and into the mirror, instantly meeting Ellie's bright green eyes and the dark bruise that was forming on her right cheek.

"Holy fuck," you breathed, grabbing her chin to turn her face into her direction, finally meeting full eye contact for the first time since you left the party. Ellie's bottom lip jutted out as if she was going to say something, but nothing came as her eyes casted to the side while you examined her bruised face. "I didn't even see him get one in."

"He barely did," Ellie mumbled, her eyes finally flicking to yours. In contrast to her words, she had one, two, three scrapes from the guy's rings when he got one good punch to her eye. Her cockiness made you lightly chuckle, but your smile quickly fell as you released your grasp on her chin, your hand faltering back to your side. Ellie's eyelashes fluttered after the warm contact of your skin left hers, making her clear her throat as she leaned for the towel on the counter, drying her hands off.

You let out a sigh, grabbing a fresh rag from a folded pile on the corner of the counter. You knew that Ellie was going to be too stubborn to take care of herself. Ellie's eyes followed your movements, watching as you grabbed the washcloth before twisting the faucet on. You held the rag under the lukewarm water, soaking it as Ellie's eyes trailed the side of your face and down your neck before hearing you turn the faucet back off.

You were both silent as Ellie leaned her left hip against the counter, watching you wring the rag out, into the sink. There was a clear tension. The unusual silence wasn't due to the fight itself. It was because of the reason. You'd never witnessed her be so openly protective of you, mainly because she never had to be.

As much as you hated to admit it, you liked it. You didn't think it was okay for Ellie to throw her fist around, but you couldn't help but feel your stomach begin to twist in fluttery knots the more you thought about how angry she became, practically shielding you from the random guy at the party before they began throwing punches.

After wringing the rag out, you looked back up to Ellie's face, her eyes already staring as you began to dab the rag on the scrapes within her bruise, trying your best to avoid hurting her. Ellie gently grunted, closing her eyes as you wiped the her cheekbone clean. You only assumed it was from the guy's rings, leaving scrapes deep enough to leave a burn but not bleed too much.

The obvious red mark was already turning blue, and you had to admit that she looked hot that way. Ellie's eyes fluttered back open to meet your hooded eyelids as the pressure of the rag became softer, your eyes still focusing on her skin. She didn't care if you caught her, where else was she supposed to look? She wanted to say something, but she was at a loss for words. The silence was comfortable, you both just couldn't stop your minds from racing. Once you were done, you gave Ellie a nod before pulling your arm back.

"I got it," Ellie said, extending her arm out with an open hand. You placed the rag in her palm with a nod before gently turning on your heels, making your way over to the couch while she finished up. You didn't want to hound her, sensing that she didn't know how to approach the situation yet. You pulled one of her throw blankets over your frame, leaving yourself uncovered from your chest up.

Ellie felt her body relax as you distanced, being able to collect herself and her thoughts as she rinsed the rag out. There was no doubt that the alcohol coursing through Ellie's veins was partially at fault for her irrational decisions. Of course, both of you felt sober long before you got to the dorm.

You were pulled back from your thoughts as you saw the bathroom light flick off, Ellie emerging from the smaller room, toward the couch. Her couch was not the average three-seater, and was more of a loveseat. You had taken the left side, your usual spot, making yourself comfortable into the corner as you waited for Ellie to sit down.

Ellie sat close to the edge of the couch, not facing you as she usually would. Usually, she preferred sitting face-to-face, but she didn't want to face you as she talked about the situation at hand. So instead, she was sitting up with her elbows on her knees, manspreading as she her mind continued to run. You noticed there were new bandages on her knuckles that she applied after you left the bathroom, seeing that her index and middle finger of her right hand were free of such bandages. You nearly groaned at yourself for your thoughts, knowing it was not an appropriate time.

Ellie knew she had to tell you how she felt about you. She was just terrified. She couldn't imagine losing you because you couldn't reciprocate her feelings and felt like you needed to distance yourself from her. No, she couldn't handle the thought of that. She needed you.

"So..." you softly trailed off, crossing your arms over your chest as you felt yourself warm up underneath the blanket. This action caused your breasts to lift and show more cleavage, which was the root cause of the fight to begin with. Ellie saw it in the corner of her eye, tightening her grip on her hands. You knew that you had to go full force and just get straight to the point, sensing that Ellie would do everything she could to beat around the bush. She seemed extremely nervous, and much less angry than before. "Why did you hit him?"

Ellie felt a breath fall from her lips, having expected you to jump to the point, but secretly hoping you would change the subject. Ellie didn't overthink her thoughts, knowing that it was best to just be free with her answers.

"I didn't like what he said," Ellie explained, gently fiddling with her hands as her eyes darted around the room. You watched this, your eyes focusing on the side of her face as suddenly nothing else in the room mattered other than her.

"Ellie... he said 'I love your shirt'..." you trailed off with a smirk, which made Ellie want to instantly roll her eyes. She didn't think you dressed slutty or anything, she just knew that the guy was googling at your cleavage. She saw his gaze before he even spoke, hence why she snapped at him so quickly.

"He was checking you out," Ellie explained, twisting her wrist to expose her open palm in a way to express her frustration. You were surprised that she was quick to continue. "Before you even saw him he was staring at you."

"Is he not allowed to do that?" you quirked a brow, earning a soft scoff from Ellie in return as she finally turned her head to meet your eyes, her elbows remaining on her thighs as a strand of loose hair fall over her face. It was a serious yet sarcastic question, you wanted to know what Ellie meant.

"No, that's... that's not what I mean," she stammered, beginning to fiddle with her hands again. "He was looking at your chest as soon as we walked in the kitchen... I just, I just knew what he really meant."

You leaned forward, Ellie's nervousness becoming quite obvious as she softly twisted her slender fingers. Ellie kept her eyes on yours as you leaned closer to her, the skin between your eyebrows folding as you parted your lips to speak, your mind continuing to run as you thought about the events again. Still, you couldn't understand why she hit him.

"You could've walked away... Ellie, you broke his nose and kept going," you stated the obvious, making Ellie turn her head forward again to avoid your stare. It was hard to look you in the eye, especially under such circumstances.

You shook your head, softly grabbing Ellie's chin to turn her head back in your direction, meeting her green orbs once again.

"Don't do that," you nearly ordered, wanting Ellie to stop avoiding. You had to admit, you had a pretty good idea as to what she was thinking, and unbeknownst to you, you were right. Ellie had feelings for you, as you did for her. You understood why she did what she did, even though it's not an excuse.

Suddenly, neither of you had anything to say. Eyes glued to each other, you didn't notice Ellie's chest slowly begin to heave in shaky breaths. Oh, how she just wanted to kiss you.

"Yeah, I broke his nose. I'd do it again," Ellie murmured back, her eyes never leaving yours. You were not expecting her to say such things, feeling your chest lock as your heat began to burn with arousal. Ellie's shift from being nervous and quiet to blunt and nonchalant stunned you, making you squeeze your thighs together as you continued to sit up with your knees close to your chest, still leaning into her.

Ellie turned her body in your direction and leaned into you, her eyebrows softly knitting together. She saw it. She saw the way your legs tensed and your thighs clench together, how could she not? Even though her eyes were boring into yours, she was paying attention to every movement you made.

Ellie's eyes left yours to cast down to your lips, glancing at the way they were parted. She then looked back up to your eyes, which were silently pleading for her to kiss you. You didn't lean back, continuing to lean into her as to provoke her. You let your legs fall so that your knees weren't up but folded, your ankles hanging off the couch so that you and Ellie were practically in the same position, facing each other.

Ellie didn't care to hide her need for you, knowing her feelings were now obvious to you. She just didn't know if you wanted her just as much as she wanted you.

"So a guy can't say anything about me when you're around?" you continued to provoke her, causing the heat in Ellie's lower half to warm as she thought about you being hers. You noticed Ellie's eyebrows twitch, as she was slightly taken aback by your comment, knowing what you were trying to do.

"What are you doing?" she murmured, her voice sounding like gravel coated in honey as a smirk began to break on her lips, your doe eyes never leaving hers. Or her bruise. Fuck, her bruise. It turned you on more than you'd liked to admit.

"I'm just asking if I should start holding your hand to make you feel better, or..." you slowly teased in a joking manner as a smile began to tug the corner of your own lips. Ellie's heart was pounding in her chest, her veins burning with desire as she lost control of herself, unable to hold herself back from making a move at least once.

Ellie's hands found your cheeks as she pulled your face closer to hers, her eyes glancing from your lips to your eyes before her lips met yours. You could feel the slight scratchiness of the bandages on her hands, nearly making you moan against her lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, the feeling of her wet lips locking with yours causing a fire to burn in your core. Ellie pulled you deep into her, your lips smashing as she then pushed your forward with her body, the both of you sitting up straight as your lips remained locked. You wanted to catch a glimpse of her face, but her tongue was urgent, dipping between your lips as her palms tugged at your jaw. She'd craved you for a long time, and finally being able to kiss you was more than a relief.

Suddenly, Ellie pulled her lips away from yours, but her hands never left your jaw. She glanced into your eyes for a mere moment before tilting her head in the other direction, smashing her lips back onto yours as you then placed your hands on her jaw as well, tugging her into you.

Ellie's hands fell from your cheeks to lean forward, pushing you onto your back with her body as she used her hands to stabilize herself on the loveseat underneath you. She used her right knee to separate your legs, your right leg hanging off the couch as Ellie's upper knee made contact with your clothed heat, causing you to gasp against her lips.

Ellie's lips parted from yours as she looked down at you. Before she could say anything, you softly bucked your hips to grind your core against her thigh, silently telling her that you did like it. She knew you were inexperienced, being your best friend and all, she knew those things. That is partly why she was so protective of you, you realized. She has always been protective of you.

Ellie dipped her head back down, reconnecting her lips with yours as she began to softly grind her knee against your clothed heat, the friction of your jeans causing you to whimper soft noises underneath her. Ellie's grip on the cushions underneath you tightened, a whimper leaving her own lips at the noises you made as she continued to softly grind against your core. You reached to hold onto Ellie's wrist beside your head, from where she was stabilizing herself above you, your nails softly digging into her tattoo as she grinded against you.

"F-fuck," you whispered against her lips, nearly causing her to moan. She relished in the noises you continued to make while she began to trail wet kisses down your neck, the foreign feeling being mixed with her grinding causing a whine to fall from your lips. Ellie retracted, unsure of what you would like since you didn't have any experience with anything sexual involving another person.

"Are you okay?" Ellie asked with heavy breaths as she looked down at you, her bright eyes seeming dark in compliment with her bruise. You nodded, looking up at her through your lashes as you tightened your grip on her wrist. "If you want me to stop, just say the word. I wanna make you feel good, okay?"

You quickly nodded in understanding as Ellie leaned back down to capture your lips with hers again. She then tore her her grip away from the couch to lock her fingers in the belt loops of your jeans, pulling you against her thigh. You needed her, desperately, but you didn't know how to ask, or what to say.

"What do you need, baby?" Ellie asked, noticing the clear begging eyes you portrayed as her hands began trailing your hips. You huffed, bucking your hips against her. Despite never doing such things before, you weren't foreign to the burning desire you felt in your lower half. There have been many occurrences where Ellie did something so little yet effective, such as driving. You'd always have to squeeze your thighs together and look out the window to avoid wanting to pounce her.

You didn't even care that your first time was happening on your best friend's couch. Both of you were too urgent to care, wanting to feel each other after waiting for so, so long.

"Can I take these off?" Ellie asked in a caring tone as she gently tugged the belt loops of your jeans closer, forcing your clothed cunt against her thigh with more pressure than before, which made you want to shiver under her hold. You nodded as you stared into her eyes, a small smile finding their way on her lips in return.

Ellie's fingers found their way to the button of your jeans, loosening them around your waist. You arched your back and lifted your ass, allowing her to pull your jeans off your legs completely, leaving you in your panties and rather-revealing shirt. Ellie's eyes were blown with lust and anticipation, and despite her confident act, her heart was pounding.

Ellie then rearranged to your previous position with her right knee in between your thighs. Ellie's lower thigh made contact with your panties, grazing your clothed bundle of nerves. It felt much different when someone else was doing it, that you could admit.

Ellie applied more pressure as she began to trail wet kisses down the other side of your neck, stopping at your collarbone to begin suckling the sensitive skin. A vulnerable moan fell from your lips and you could feel your cheeks begin to burn in embarrassment, quickly pursing your lips together. Ellie noticed you stop yourself, releasing her tongue from your collarbone to look up at you.

"No, keep going, baby," Ellie encouraged, slipping the fingers of her left hand underneath your shirt to toy with your sensitive peaks. "I wanna hear you."

Ellie couldn't take it, she needed to hear you. Feel you, taste you. You nearly whined when Ellie released the pressure of her knee against your heat, feeling her cold fingers graze the skin of your stomach just above your panty line as she leaned into you, closing the small gap by locking her lips with yours, forcing her tongue into your mouth. You felt her fingertips slide under the hem of your panties, thankful that she wasn't asking if everything was okay before doing it. You were nervous enough, and you trusted her. She told you to tell her when to stop, and she meant it. You were too flustered, excited, emotional to ask everything of her.

"Fuck," Ellie softly groaned against your lips as her index and middle fingers, free of bandages, found their way to your folds. Her fingers slid down your slit with ease, your wetness coating her digits enough for her to accidentally slip her fingers inside of you, earning an uncontrollable moan from you in return. "Oh my god, baby. You're so wet, you feel that?"

As Ellie asked her question, she pulled her fingers out of your sopping cunt, dragging them up your slit to coat yourself in your juices. You nodded, looking up at her with hooded eyes just inches away hers, a whimper falling from your lips as you easily melted under her touch.

"Yeah? You're such a good girl," Ellie praised, her fingers slowly slipping back inside your cunt with a messy noise, causing Ellie to pull her bottom lip between her teeth. Ellie's praise was only fueling the fire burning within your core from your sensitive cunt experiencing such foreign pleasure.

"Ellie," you breathed, your chest heaving from your adrenaline and excitement swirling together within your core. Ellie slowed the pace of her fingers, allowing them to linger inside you, slowly curling up. A short breath fell from your lips at the feeling, bucking your hips to signal her to keep going.

Ellie moved to lay beside you on your right, easing you closer to the inside of the couch so she had a better angle to pump her fingers inside of you. She used her right leg to continue separating your legs as she began to curl her fingers inside of you after every slow thrust.

"O-oh, fuck," you whimpered, your eyes fluttering closed as Ellie's lips attacked the right side of your neck. "E-Ellie—"

"What do you need, hm?" she purred in your ear, softly nipping your lobe with her lips as she waited for an answer, her green orbs boring into the side of your face. You were unable to respond, soft moans and whimpers falling from your lips as you began to arch your back against the cushions. "You need me to go faster, baby?"

You nodded, causing a sly smile to tug at the corner of Ellie's lips as she began to fasten her pace, the sound of your messy cunt making it difficult for Ellie to keep her lips closed, moaning along with you. Your hands desperately reached for her, one landing on her wrist while the other remained stuck underneath Ellie's body as she lied beside you. You didn't mind it as it kept you grounded from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Does that feel good? Hm?" Ellie inquired in a soothing tone, earning more nods from you as you nibbled at your bottom lip, trying to hold back the loud noises that threatened to bellow past your lips. Ellie leaned so that she was in the same position from earlier, hovering above you as she used her free hand to begin tugging your panties down your thighs.

The thrust of Ellie's fingers was delicate, yet so effective as she managed to rid your panties off your frame, exposing your entire lower half to her. You began to feel an immense overwhelming feeling of pleasure as Ellie's fingers continuously grazed your sweet spot, her soft praises in your ear only driving you closer to the edge.

"You're doing so good, baby. You're so wet, I bet you taste good too," she purred, her voice sounding soft in contrast to the messy noises of your cunt with each thrust of her fingers. You didn't expect your best friend to be so vocal in bed, though you weren't surprised either. You didn't mind it, in fact, it only caused your arousal to worsen.

"Fuck, Ellie. I... I—" you stammered in between moans, struggling to roll your hips against her.

"Do you feel like you're gonna come? t's okay, pretty girl, you can come," Ellie assured you, looking down at you with caring eyes as her chest heaved, her fingertips continuing to punch your spongy spot as she began to trail kisses down your chest, skipping over your shirt, and down your stomach. Before you could utter another word, Ellie's wet tongue dragged over your sensitive clit.

"O-oh, shit," you dragged out in a desperate moan, your right hand gripping the blanket that was now lying underneath you, your knuckles burning white as your eyes fluttered closed. Ellie's tongue was soft and warm, easily swirling around your clit in between sucking as her eyes remained glued to your face, piercing between her long, dark lashes.

Her cheeks were slightly tinted pink from her efforts, contrasting against her freckles. Her hair was messily pulled from its perfect bun, nearly falling out as Ellie continued to suck on your clit, the combination of it with her fingers sending you over the edge.

"Ellie, Ellie! Oh f-fuck," you cried as your peak crashed into you, your head falling back against the couch as your body began to shake through your climax. Ellie's fingers slowed but her mouth didn't, her tongue continuing to flick and lap at your swollen bud. The overstimulation was new to you, and very overwhelming. "S-Shit, Ellie, t's too much—"

Ellie quickly retracted her tongue, lowly humming as she gently pulled her fingers from your cunt. Ellie didn't hesitate to dip her fingers into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around them to taste you as you watched her through hooded eyes.

"Are you okay, pretty girl?" Ellie cooed, softly swiping her thumb over your sensitive clit as she hovered over you again, cupping your cheek with her other hand. "Do you need to stop?"

There's more?

You blinked for a moment, continuing to catch your breath before you shook your head. A smile began to tug at Ellie's lips as she slipped her hands underneath your back, pulling you to sit up.

"Can you walk f'me really quick?" she asked, earning a small 'yeah' from you in return. She then stood, reaching out for you to grab her hand, to which you accepted before she led you to her bed just a few feet away, easing you down so that your head was resting in the middle of her layers of pillows.

The main thing Ellie dreamed of was tasting you. If you were able to keep going, she would not turn down the opportunity. You were still attempting to catch your breath, your thighs trembling as you pressed your knees together, watching Ellie remove her clothes besides her undergarments, her cream-colored sports bra tightly hugging her chest. Ellie's forehead was littered with bullets of sweat, her nervousness mixed with her efforts to pleasure you quickly overheating her. It was obvious from her cheeks, shining a pretty pink as she crawled onto her bed, softly parting your knees apart, exposing yourself to her.

Her eyes were glued to your cunt, even as she began to leave nips and kisses on your inner thighs. She was teasing herself, and the thought made you shudder. Her lips pressed against your skin, growing closer to your sensitive heat with each press. Half of Ellie's bun had fallen out, and you found it quite attractive. It was different than her usual low-bun. Little did you know, she could tell, and you were the entire reason she would start wearing her hair that way.

"F-fuck, please," you whined, nearly pulling your thighs together, which would have in turn smashed Ellie's cheeks. "I need you."

Ellie's bright green orbs met yours after staring at your cunt for so long, a soft breath falling from her lips. Your pleads were like music to her ears, causing her to slip her arms underneath your thighs, pulling them apart before you felt her tongue push past your folds. A pornographic moan escaped your throat as Ellie pushed her tongue between your folds as far as she could, lapping at your juices as you arched your back above her comforter.

Against your efforts, you desperately pushed your thighs together from the overwhelming pleasure, unintentionally smashing Ellie's bruise on her cheek. Ellie hissed in response, which then turned into a deep moan against your cunt, causing vibrations to strike through your core and up your spine. Your body shook in response, your chest heaving as Ellie stretched her left arm further underneath you, wrapping it over your abdomen to swirl gentle circles into your swollen clit.

"S-Shit, I can't," you breathed, desperately gripping the comforter as Ellie's tongue lapped at your folds, humming in satisfaction with nearly every drag. Ellie's tongue retracted from your messy cunt, her cheeks glistening with your juices and her spit.

"Are you gonna come again, baby?" Ellie purred, looking up at you through her long lashes as she continued to softly tease your bundle of nerves, causing your body to jolt every few seconds. You managed to nod your head, unable to formulate a proper sentence as Ellie then continued to drag her tongue up your slit, maintaining eye contact. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it burned the coil within your core, snapping it. Ellie watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, your body shaking in her hold as she pressed gentle kisses on your sensitive clit.

"You did so good, you know that?" Ellie purred against your bud, earning a soft gasp from you in return. Ellie released her grasp on your thighs, using the bed for stabilization as she hovered over you, your eyes maintaining contact before she dipped her head down, capturing your lips with hers. Your chest was still heaving, making Ellie hum as she stood from the bed.

"Where are you going?" you asked, your eyes innocently looking up at hers as you were still coming down from your high, nearly making Ellie chuckle.

"I'm going to get you some water," Ellie said with a smile, wiping your juices off her chin with the back of her hand while walking over to the edge of the bed, beside you. "Can you handle that?"

You rolled your eyes, though a smile broke on your lips as you allowed yourself to catch your breath. Despite consummating your relationship, she was still your best friend, and was a giant tease.

"I think I can."

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[iguana-eyanna]

To Be Something More

Pairing: Shayne Topp x fem!reader

Summary: This isn't your regular movie night with Shayne.

Requested by @winifrede . This was fun to write!

"Pride and Prejudice?"

"No, watched that with Jackie."

"Mr. and Mrs. Smiths?"

"Really?"

"Hey, it's still a good movie."

"Yeah, from old fossils like you"

Shayne gasped dramatically as he grabbed his chest.

"That is just hurtful and you know that."

"Oh please, nothing can penetrate those muscles you have." You said, popping some popcorn in your mouth.

It was your annual movie night with Shayne at your place. (You tease how he has such a small place for a big man and he blushes at times when you call him that.) Now as you scrolled down Netflix, it seemed as if you went through the entire collection of films.

You suddenly get a ping off your phone and you look down at it, chuckling.

"What?" Shayne asks, curiously.

"Ah it's nothing."

"C'mon, I wanna see." Shayne whined.

"Dude, get a grip." You said, pulling your phone away from his view.

Not even a millisecond, Shayne jumped on top of you, trying to reach your phone as he tickled your waist.

"What - the - hell?" You gasped, laughing uncontrollably, feeling as you're losing the gip on your phone.

Shayne finally reached out and finally caught it, staring at your screen.

"Now let's see why you're so secretive."

He inspects and sees that it's a video on YouTube, but specifically a video they just published online for Smosh. Shayne and Damien were supposed to shoot a cooking video and have the Mythical Kitchen Chefs test your food.

Damien got a cold, so you filled in as Shayne's competition. The entire video was just you bickering back and forth about who made better cookies.

"How was filming with the Try Guys baking competitions compared to this?" Shayne asked Josh who was off camera. "Actually, pretty chaotic here than their studio." You laugh as you knead your dough. "Yeah, you viewers are lucky you don't have to be fed up with this guy. When Shayne and I bake, he's so technical with the measurements, that he bought a food scale for my birthday." You said. "So we can both use it!" Shayne yelled out. Shayne looks at the camera, pausing his mixing. "If you saw how she bakes at home, you'd understand my frustration. Look at her now!" Your side of the kitchen was messier compared to Shayne's, making you frustrated. "You know, when the judges eat mine, it'll taste like love. Yours will taste like stale protein shakes." You said as he was also using that as an ingredient. "Oh yeah? Why don't you come over here and prove it." He said, taking a spoon of peanut butter and trying to flick it in your bowl. "No means don’t even try." You said as Shayne tried to sabotage your recipe. "It looks like you could use more - flour." Shayne said, throwing a fistful of all-purpose flour all over your arm. "That's it. No more playing nice." You replied, throwing some marshmallows at him as he tried deflecting it. You two went at it for a couple of minutes till Shayne lifted you in the air and threw you on his shoulder. Both of you were in hysterics.

The editing team had to reduce the food fight to manage the video better, but the full fight was posted later, gaining more traction with viewers. Shayne and you gained a good amount of new followers the following day.

Shayne scrolled down and saw the comments, knitting his eyebrows.

is it me or - no, no one sees this but me? okay 👀

I will go FERRAL if this is platonic because that's just robbing us 😤🫠

I want Shayne to lift me in the air like that 😭🥵

"These comments are very..."

"Colorful? You should see the fan edits."

"You've watched them?" Shayne said looking down at you.

"Yeah, they've been all over my fyp on TikTok."

Shayne chuckles as you later joined in the laughter till it dies.

"Hey, Shayne?"

"Yeah?"

"You're still on top of me."

"Oh, sorry." He quickly said, sitting up.

You shimmy upward and stole your phone back from him.

"C'mon, I think it's more entertaining to watch these compared to whatever's on TV."

So all night, you and Shayne were comparing fan edits on your couch.

"Here, look at this one." Shayne said, lifting his phone to your face. It was the infamous Keanu Reeves TikTok where he's crying while sipping wine and wearing headphones. The caption read 'give up all your money or have Shayne & you as canon'

"Nope, mine's better." You said, showing Shayne a compilation of you two titled 'Shayne Topp Shooting His Shot.'

"Wow, they said I tried flirting with you 39 times?" Shayne asked.

"That's only from this month's videos." You said.

"Well, you're also flirting back at me." He said, knowing he's just getting under your skin

"Please, you’re the one always stirring the pot.” You said, leaning forward to him as you crossed your arms

“Oh I’ll show you pot stirring” Shayne said in a matter a fact voice, inching closer to your face. You flutter your eyes as his direct his gaze to your lips. And in a moment, Shayne found his hands back to your waist as he kissed you.

Your face began to heat up and your thoughts became haywired. But all you could do is deepen the kiss as you tangled your fingers through his hair. Soon enough, you found yourself climbing on top of his lap as you didn't draw a breath till you pulled away.

You two stare at each other in bewilderment.

"Wow" Shayne whispered.

"You know, you're not as bad of a kisser as I thought you'd be."

"You thought of us kissing?" He asks, softly.

"From time to time. How about you?" You said, not knowing his true feelings.

"I um, I think about us... a lot."

"Really?" Your heart skipped a beat.

"Yeah I mean, you make me laugh the most when we shoot videos and when you're the only one who actually listens to my workout regime-"

"I know how much you like to brag," You said, playfully rolling your eyes.

"-but you take the time to listen. And when we hang out like this, I wouldn't trade it for anything else."

You slowly wrap your hands behind his neck as you look at him lovingly.

"So, what are we going to do now?"

"I want us to be something more if you want to."

You nod your head softly as you place your hand on his cheek.

"Wouldn't have anyone else, Shayne."

Shayne gives a breath of release and smiles at you, beaming with so much joy. You two kiss again, later connecting your foreheads together feeling this fluttering sensations you never felt before.

Later, you find yourself in Shayne's arms as you cuddle under a blanket as you watch 10 Things I Hate About You, as you finally get to end your movie night right.

In more ways than you can imagine.

#shayne x you #shayne x reader #shayne topp #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp smosh #smosh fanfic #fanifiction smosh #smosh shayne #smosh pit

[missgavi]

hi I know this is really specific lol but could you write something on reader and Gavi being 'just friends' and they are roommates, one day in the morning Pedri comes to drop something off at their house and looks through the window and Gavi is braiding readers hair for her before he goes to training. Then later when training ends reader goes to meet Gavi and another player comments on how her hair is nice today and Pedri spills the beans on how he saw them earlier and they all make fun of Gavi and he gets all embarrassed.

I love your writing thank you so much :)))

stop , this is so cute what ?? I don't know why but i see gavi being proud instead of embarrassed. he'd get all cocky about his skills

"all done bonita" Gavi says before pressing a kiss to your cheek and standing up from the bed.

You had to go out for some errands and a few months ago during a boring night you taught Gavi how to braid your hair. Now, anytime you wanted it braided you'd call out to him.

Both of you exit your bedroom, putting on your shoes before going downstairs. You said goodbye to your roommate, waving over at Pedri who was waiting for Gavi in the car so the two can go to practice and separated ways with the Spaniard.

Gavi greeted Pedri once he was in the Mini Cooper and the two players made their way over to Camp Nou.

However, unbeknownst to the two of you, Pedri saw through the window the way Gavi braided your hair and added to his mental list of reasons why you two would be perfect together.

------

Once training was over, the spaniard went into the locker room to shower and change, announcing Pedri that you'll meet him at the stadium and that he can go ahead and go home.

After getting ready, Pablo is met by your smiling face right outside the locker room. He comes over, kissing your cheek in greeting and burying his face in your neck, complaining about how tired he is.

At that moment Pedri, Alejandro and Araujo exited the locker room and spotted the two of you.

"hola y/n'' Ale greeted, followed by the other two. Pulling back from a whining Pablo, you greet the other three players, mussing about your plans for the rest of the day.

Out of nowhere Araujo says "Cool hairstyle y/n. You should teach me for my little one'' with his signature smile.

You smile at the Uruguayan but before you can say anything , Pablo and Pedri say at the same time.

''Pablo did it"

"I did it"

The two players share a strange look before Pedri explains seeing the two of you earlier in the window. After a few more minutes of chatting and laughing, you and Pablo part ways from the guys.

Falling into a slow pace, you giggle to yourself, catching Gavi attention. He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him before asking "What's funny ninita ?''

"I should teach you more hairstyles, you know, in case the football thing doesn't work out. You could always work at the salon" you say, barely containing another giggle.

The boy laughed at your antics before blowing a teasing breath on your neck, knowing it would tickle you.

#miss gavi drabbles #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi #pg6 #pablo gavi x y/n

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Helloooo!

I don't really know how this thing work, because this is my first time and all.

But maybe heartslabyul people with a easy to forget Yuu?

Like Yuu could forget that they haven't eat yet and stuff, and could go on for hours before feeling hungry.

Yuu is pretty much dumb?? I wouldn't say dumb but more of a himbo? They can comfort you in their own way

Maybe you could call me

☕ Anon?

Or

Cafe anon ?

Is that how you do it???

Thank you to you this message, because you reply to this message!

- New Anon

Hi there, Cafe / ☕️ Anon! Thank you so much for sending in this ask. I know it can be a little intimidating and confusing if you don't do it often, so I appreciate it! And yes, this is how you can tag yourself as anon when you're still shy, though I've also seen some content creators dub anons based on the topic of the ask they sent in, so I guess it's whatever makes you comfortable!

I know I had done an "easily forgetful Yuu" in this post here, though it was more generalized rather than dorm specific. I can go a little deeper though, since I'll be focusing only on a handful of characters! Since you didn't specify any pronouns, I'll be using they/them for now so please keep that in mind if you want to send any future asks! >w<

I hope you enjoy this! I'll go ahead and say this now, but I imagined Kronk while I was writing this, and it made me happy~ ÚvÙ

////-------////

It was Ace and Deuce who realized early on how forgetful Yuu was, having to remind them why the four of them were prancing around an abandoned mineshaft dodging and not just having a midnight field trip. Despite being oblivious to the danger they were all in (especially when Deuce practically threw them onto his back and kicking away a giant centipede trying to bite them, or when Ace had to yank them back from falling into a large hole in the floor), Yuu somehow managed to stay calm enough to create a plan to beat the sludge phantom monster. As soon as the four retrieved the mage stone and destroyed the phantom, Yuu was so proud of their friends that they couldn’t resist reaching out to pet them while saying, “Good boys!”--much to the embarrassment and confusion of the monster trio.

As the days passed, Yuu and Grim spent the majority of their free time hanging out at Heartslabyul, getting to know everyone–including Riddle–very well. It was almost uncanny how easily Yuu was able to calm others down before trouble could start, whipping up spinach cream puffs with Trey and fawning over every animal in the dorm. So cheerful and content even with the visits with the researchers, it was hard to imagine the human ever getting angry–a little upset and pouty, but they would always bounce back with a smile.

“Totes a himbo,” Cater commented, adding a few hashtags to his latest post.

“What’s a himbo?” Deuce asked.

“It’s someone who’s big and strong yet oblivious or dumb,” Ace explained, smirking as he added, “Just like you!”

“Oi! I’m not stupid, Ace!”

“If the horseshoe fits!”

“Guys, take it easy,” Trey said. Thinking for a moment, he said, “It doesn’t exactly sound like a nice word to describe them…even if they are a little oblivious and forgetful.”

“It’s fine, really!” Cater said. “Himbos are described as being attractive but not quite so smart. Those tend to be pretty popular characters in media. See? As NRC’s only human rez, Magicam has been blowing up with likes and comments. Everyone loves Yuu!”

“Wow. Wait…what’s with the video of Yuu in a frilly apron and oven mitts?”

“Oh, that? I caught Yuu trying to open a box of treats for the lil’ hedgehog they were watching, and they forgot to take off the oven mitts. See the lil’ guy in the apron pocket? Totes adorable~!”

It was at that moment that Yuu came in, looking worse for wear as Riddle followed after them with a concerned expression. “Dude! What the hell happened to you?” Ace asked in shock.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Yuu asked, looking confused.

“I found them on campus near the forest,” Riddle said with an exasperated sigh, the faun pulling out the first aid kit and guiding Yuu to a stool. “They were attempting to climb a tree. Fortunately, they landed on a bush from a high point, so they didn’t get severely injured…as you can see, unfortunately, it was a thorned berry bush.”

“A baby bird fell out of the tree-ow!” they yelped, wincing when Riddle began plucking the thorns out of their clothes and skin with tweezers. “The little guy’s mom was worried, so I carried her baby up to her-ouch!-nest.”

“Jeez, did you slip off a branch or something?”

“Well…after I got it back in the nest, I…kinda forgot that I was standing on a branch and walked off.”

“...you…walked off the branch…”

“Yeah?”

“...how the hell have you not broken a leg?”

Yuu shrugged, wincing as Riddle began cleaning the scrapes and spots the thorns had been. “Aaaand…check!” Cater said, having taken another picture of Yuu’s messy self and typing away. “Ridiculously nic and oblivious. That’s our Yuu-bo!”

/—-----/

“Dinner’s ready!”

“Sweet! Breakfast for dinner? What’s the occasion?”

“I figured I’d do something nice and easy to make for everyone as a treat for helping me when I got hurt earlier,” Yuu explained, twirling the spatula in their hand before scooping up another pancake and flipping it onto a plate atop a stack of fluffy goodness. “Plus, Trey’s been working hard to feed us, so I wanted to help out!”

“Whoaaa, look at this spread!” Grim said, already drooling as he sniffed. “Eggs, bacon, sausages…oooh! These waffles have a heart stamped in the middle!”

“Oh yeah! I wanted to try out the new waffle iron one of Cater’s fans sent, and it works really well! It makes it easy to make a breakfast buffet.”

“I’m pretty sure the fans wanted you to have it anyway,” Trey uttered with a wry smile. Aloud, he said, “Thanks for making dinner, Yuu, but why don’t I take over? You’re still recovering from the fall.”

“I’ve got it, thanks! You already do a lot for everyone, so it’s your turn to relax.”

“Well…if you say so. Is this what you made for breakfast this morning?”

“...this morning?” Yuu repeated, expression going blank. “Oh…I think I forgot to eat breakfast this morning. Oops!”

Just then, a long, loud gurgling growl erupted from Yuu’s stomach, the room falling silent as everyone stared at them. It was Deuce who spoke as he asked, “Yuu…when was the last time you ate?”

Thinking for a moment, Yuu admitted, “Since…last night…I think? I remember feeding Grim, but…I got distracted and forgot to get a plate for myself.”

“Seriously? How in Twisted Wonderland are you still functioning on an empty tank!?” Ace said.

“I got so busy that I forgot I was even hungry! Let me just finish up this batch of pancakes and I’ll get some food, okay?”

“Nope. Not good enough,” Trey said.

Before Yuu could respond, the mixing bowl and spatula was plucked out of their hands by Trey while two of Cater’s clones appeared on either side of them. Led to a chair that was pulled out by a third clone, while the original hippogryph finished stacking a plate full of food before sliding it in front of them. “There we go! Make sure you eat every bite now, okay, Yuu-bo~?”

“Wha-? But what about the pancakes and waffles?” Yuu asked, looking concerned. “I gotta finish them–”

“I’ve got it taken care of,” Trey said, the pans sizzling as he added several more strips of bacon and poured the batter on the griddle. “Just sit there and I’ll finish the rest. We don’t want you passing out on us just because your blood sugar is low, got it?”

“Trey is correct,” Riddle chimed in. “Given your status as a critically endangered species, if word reaches the research institutions, they may suspect the school for neglecting your health and may seek to relocate you for closer monitoring.” His stern gaze softened as he said, “We also worry about you as fellow students…and your friends. We can only do so much, so please…don’t forget to take care of yourself.”

For a moment Yuu sat there in stunned silence, seeing their friends nod in agreement. Then…they smiled, looking misty-eyed as they sniffled. “Thanks guys…that means a lot. I’ll do my best to take care of myself!”

/—----/

After that day, Yuu did their best to remember to eat, the Heartslabyul students making sure to remind or invite them over for a meal. Slowly this began to trickle into the other dorms, some of the other students inviting them to sit for a meal as well. Even Grim and the Ramshackle ghosts chipped in, either packing extra lunches or helping them clean up and reminding them to eat whenever they get preoccupied. While Yuu was still forgetful at times, they had nothing to worry about so long as their friends were by their side.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #twisted wonderland grim #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu

[ironwoodprotectionsquad]

Not attacking, and I'm prefacing this cause I saw the previous anon comment, but as someone who agrees without you heavily on Ironwood and not knowing that Arnold guy I don't think his statement was being ableist.

He was commenting on Ironwood hiding his emotions to the point of throwing away his humanity. He didn't mention anything about Ironwood's prosthetics nor him sacrificing his arm to stop Watts.

I still disagree with him, but this is coming off as something that could be said about a character who without prosthetics. It's just that Rooster Teeth has had the repeated comments about Ironwood and absolute tone deaf nature of Ironwood, Yang, and Penny. But I don't think that Arnold guy meant anyting like they did.

Hi anon! People are allowed to disagree with me, that’s fine. It’s when they start attacking me as a person and hurling insults that we have a problem. And while I do see your point I also do have to disagree with it. It’s….impossible really to separate Ironwood from the ableism of his writing because his fall solely relies on it. Arnold here is saying the writing is good despite the extremely rushed nature of his fall. This is a character who just hours in universe before seared the flesh off of his own arm to stop a terrorist no suddenly wants to drop bombs on people. All being repeatedly tied back to his super scary looking prosthetic. Their is just no way he isn’t aware of the extremely ableist nature of Ironwoods writing and this feels like trying to do damage control on RT’s behalf and try and find an “okay” reason to strip Ironwood of his humanity.

I had been thinking about this before I got this ask before you sent it and I even have issue with the idea of a bad person being less “human” it paints this very black and white view of humanity and pretends that really bad people are obvious to see because they are “less human” when sadly that’s not how it works. Really bad people are good at hiding their true nature, it’s how they lure victims in and how they keep their victim isolated from others. It’s harmful because it tells people that if someone doesn’t immediately look or act like a monster then they’re a good person which just hurts people harmed by that bad person.

On the note of intentions. A person having good intentions doesn’t negate the harm caused by the persons words or make them not ableist. A person saying something like “wow you’re so good at X despite being Y” is still harmful. Though the person is trying to say something nice, it still hurts and is harmful.

Back to the main point, I suppose for me, even with only implying he’s lost his humanity due to tossing his emotions away, the question still needs to be ask, why is this being done to the disabled character? Why is it them specifically that over and over again have arcs regarding their lost humanity? How could he listen to RT declaring he lost his humanity when he lost his arm and not see the ableism in that writing and then turn around and continue to push this idea of lost humanity under any circumstance? For me, it’s hard to find any justification for saying a person lost their humanity when we’re dealing with a character who has no say in their actions. They are puppets for the writers to use as they please. Though CR/WBY tries to pretend they’re just telling the factual story of these characters and therefore “had” to do what they did…that’s not the case at all. They chose to give Ironwood more focus then the mains in volume 7, they chose to write him and his motivations as complex and not put that some thought into the mains. They then got mad fans liked him better then the mains, threw a fit and butchered his character to make said mains look better.

Yes he has always been set up to potentially fall, the issue is they sped run said fallen hero arc at breakneck speeds in an unbelievable and ableist manner that makes it impossible to see anything well done in the arc because it happened so fast and out of nowhere. The original falling out was entirely based on RW/BY’s repeated lies coming to the surface and Ironwoods trust in them shattering. He’s under tremendous stress and is having to make decisions I would never wish anyone had to make. It’s a horrific trolly problem that will inevitably lead to death and Ironwood would most certainly feel like that blood is on his hands even though it’s Salem killing people and Salem forcing him to make these choices. Personally I’m not fond at all of condemning someone for making less that stellar choices in a hellish situation where all they’re trying to do is survive (I don’t think Ironwoods decisions where all that bad but like for arguments sake). Until you’ve lived through a situation like that it’s hard to comprehend how terrible it is.

At the end of the day, best case scenario Arnold’s comment was tone deaf and not thought through. And even if that is merely the case it still sits really wrong with me given how CR/WBY treated the triple amputee with PTSD and acted like his prosthetics where what made him lose his humanity. That is harmful and so heavily tied into his fall to villainy it’s impossible to untangle it.

#rwde #james ironwood #ironwood protection squad #pro james ironwood #pro ironwood #general ironwood #general dadmiral #dadmiral ironwood #answered ask #anon ask

[gothfairyfrog]

Treble-Boned

word count: 6k

comments: alr this is my first time writing a ff so plz bare w me LOLLL. enjoy 💀🫶

Me and the other Bellas were all waiting backstage to perform. We were all thrilled to have finally made it to the finals and be able to perform at The Lincoln Center. At that time it was 2011 and the Treblemakers were near the end of their song.

Multiple times I had noticed Bumper, their lead singer, making eye contact with me on the more sexual lyrics. It was odd but I brushed it off not thinking too much of it. Even if he did mean it in such a way, I could never give in. I was a Barden Bella! No matter how much any of us wanted to, we could never hook up with a Treblemaker or we were booted from the group.

“Finally they’re finished! Ugh!” Aubrey exclamed. She was right hand to our lead, Alice. Everyone was pretty sure she was going to take the reins after Alice graduated.

The Treblemakers were walking offstage giving us a nasty look. “You guys are going to do awesome…”. Bumper being nice? No shot. “…ly horrible! I hate you! Kill yourself! Girl power! Sisters before misters!” Aaaand there it was. Nobody could exactly tell why the Bellas and Treblemakers had such a deep rivalry, but after all these years both groups despised eachother.

As I’m walking on stage trying to find my position, I can see Chloe trying to calm down Aubrey. I wasn’t sure why since Aubrey was never nervous for anything. Not shortly after we started, she threw up all over the first 5 rows. That’s it. We had lost all respect from absolutely anyone. Loosing the finals due to a stomach bug sucks but its even worse when Bumper and his friends gloat their win. “Clean up in aisle 5, amirite guys!” I think I understand why the Bellas always hated them now.

Even though all that was last school year, it was still the talk of the campus. Nobody took us seriously and whenever we were seen in public we got nasty stares from other peers.

Aubrey and Chloe tried to get more girls to sign up for auditions at ‘Club Fair’. Long story short, nobody blinked an eye at our booth. After about 15 minutes I decided to go take a break from running the booth to walk around only to see Bumper and his gaggle of nerds singing in the courtyard. Of couse they were singing “Let It Whip”, why wouldn’t they be!

As much as I hate them I have to admit, they’ve got some of the best vocals ive ever heard. ‘Might as well watch them’, I thought. No harm no foul, right?

Suddenly Bumper locked eyes with me. Just like during finals. Maybe it was just an odd coincidence and I was overthinking. But if it was, why couldn’t either of us break eye contact. What the hell was happening and why couldn’t I stop it?

After they finished singing, I sheepishly sped walked away. I had no idea what had just occurred and I didn’t wanna start anything. There was absolutely no way I was going to let myself fall for a Treblemaker. Specifically Bumper of all people.

“Hey! Hey, y/n! Wait up!”

No way in hell was I going to turn back and face the man who had me in eyelock.

“Y/n, I know you can hear m-“

Benji cut him off with his shrieks of excitement. Thank god for that weirdo otherwise I would’ve been caught by Chloe who was right around the corner.

“Y/n there you are! I was so concerned when you just left abruptly.”

“Oh crap, sorry Chlo. I just needed to take a quick break”

Chloe quickly took my arm and dragged me back to our booth. I was greeted with a very angry Aubrey, and at that point I knew I was going to get a lecture about ‘maintaining my aca-duties’ or some crap. She’s been on some sort of power trip since she took over the Bellas.

“Aca-scuse me but where the hell have you been!? I have had to run this booth for the past 15 minutes and I am completely taken back by your carelessness.”

“Aubrey, I’m sorry” I replied “I just needed to take a short break. Plus 15 minutes isn’t even that lo-“

“Not that long?! You need to shape up immediately if you want to stay apart of this group.” She cut me off.

She treated me and Chloe like trash. Like we were inferior to her as if she wasn’t the one who made us lose our Finals. I didn’t want to get kicked from the only thing I knew as home, so I said my apologies and continued running the booth.

I guess I missed something cause when I looked at the sign up sheet there was almost 10 names. That might not sound like a whole bunch but in acappella it was practically perfect.

—

during auditions

Audition day was possibly one of my favorite things, besides competition. Getting to hear all the potential talent is so thrilling.

“Hey Bellas, remember how you tried to play in the big leagues and choked? Let that be a lesson to everybody. Sing the same girlie stuff every year, you’ll blow chunks all over the place.” Bumper and the rest of the boys snickered

God I hated them. He talks such a big game for no reason. I chose to ignore his silly antics and pretend I never heard him but Aubrey on the other hand stood up in anger.

“My fellow aca-people. As most of you know, it is a make or break year for the Bella ladies. But make no mistake. We will not let egotistical, big-headed, garbage pricks, WHOEVER they may be, get in our way. I promise you. The Bellas will return to the ICCA’s and finish what we started last year.”

Rightfully so she called them out! Everyones jaws dropped and laughed a bit at the Treblemakers. Holy crap, she embarrassed them!

“Personally, I wouldn’t take that level of disrespect” someone called out.

“Alright let’s calm down now! First up..” Tommy began introducing the auditioners. And, uh, most of them sounded like garbage. I knew that was what most of the groups were thinking too. Hopefully, we can pick out the few girls and get them to join us.

—

after auditions

Chloe, Aubrey, and I began talking about who we should choose. After figuring out who we wanted in our group we were dismissed back to our rehearsal area. There was a lot of arguing between groups on who they wanted. Aubrey immediately took charge and planned out who we were getting.

While all of this chaos ensued, I could practically feel Bumpers eyes burning into my back. It was as if he couldn’t help but stare at us.

“Bumper? Are you even listening?” Donald said trying to regain his attention.

Even though seeing him out of the corner of my eye made me ponder, hearing Donald say that confirmed those thoughts. He was starring at me! But why? Why has he decided to be fixated on the group he hates the most? More specifically me. It was making me overthink all of our encounters completely.

‘Maybe it was nothing and he was drifting off into space’ I kept thinking to myself.

Finally, we got our girls and took them back to the gymnasium to reveal they got into THE Barden Bellas! I was so excited to meet and bond with these ladies since it was a whole new group.

Nothing but partying and singing all through the night. A chorus/theatre kids’ paradise.

—

inductions

Once back in the gymnasium had got all these gorgeous girls into our group, Aubrey had to make them say the oath.

“Promise to fulfill the duties and responsibilities of a Bella woman. Neither sickness, nor midterms, nor my lady times will prevent me from her-monizing with my sisters. And I solemnly promise never to have sexual relations with a Treblemaker or may my vocal chords be ripped out by wolves.” She recited

The new girls looked frightened by that last line but hey, at least she got the point across? As soon as we inducted the newfound Bella ladies we booked it to the party!

—

outside/party

Holy crap, there was more people than I remember. Everyone was either drinking, singing, or screaming. There was practically no in between. It was almost kind of annoying. But that didn’t get in the way of me having a good time.

I was talking to Becca and ‘Fat Amy’ about getting into the Bellas and what happens at these kinds of things. Whilst chatting I hear Chloe call me over.

“Y/n! Wanna come with me to grab drinks? This ginger needs her jiggle-juice!” Chloe giggles

“Sure! I’ll be right over” I shoot her a smile

Walking down the narrow steps I catch a glimpse of Bumper and Donald, drinks in hand, talking about god knows what. Unlike me, Fat Amy goes over to talk to them but thats not a me problem so I decided to keep walking and catch up with Chloe.

“So, can you actually believe we got girls to join the Bellas! This is so exciting oh my god!” Chloe squeals. Her energy goes up by 10 when shes drunk.

“Yea! We actually did it.” I say as I continue sipping on my drink

Chloee grabs my shoulder, cleary not sober but I’m sure she means it “I. Love. You. You are literally my best friend Y/n” Making kissy faces at me.

I hug her and tell her im going back up to sit. Probably not the best idea on my part considering he was up there. Yet I hand Chloe off to Stacie and Aubrey who take her dancing.

‘Geez, It was chilly out here.’ I thought to myself. I completely forgot to grab a jacket before leaving.

“Oh great..” I said under my breath seeing Bumper walking towards my direction.

“This seat taken?” He said with a smug face

Obviously it wasn’t so I couldn’t just say no. He would see I was clearly lying to get him to leave. I mean I did want him to leave but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Feelings?! Why would I care about his feelings, I hate him! Ugh he makes me crazy.

“Youuu.. good?” he asked

“Oh! Uh.. yea. You can sit here, I guess” I told him nervously

He totally knew what he was doing! He was doing it on purpose, no doubt about it! Right..?

“Sooo, I saw you guys got a bunch of girls to join your little tea par-“

“What do you want, Bumper.” I said cutting him off.

Did he really come over to piss me off? What a jerk! I knew I should’ve just shunned him when I had the chance. God I am an idiot.

“Im sorry. I don’t really know how to talk to you. Y’know.. being a Bella and all.”

Talk to me? Because I’m a Bella? I thought he despised Bellas. Is the universe breaking? I can’t tell if he was being genuine right now.

“Oh really?” I said slyly “Because I’m a Bella?”

“Well yea. I mean we hate you guys!” he cleared his throat “But you.. you’re just different to talk to.”

I should’ve shut this whole thing down. What if Aubrey saw me! I hadn’t even thought of that. He is ruining my life!

I stood up “Wow it sure is cold! I better go” I told him, laughing nervously trying to walk down the steps. Almost falling because of how steep they were, he catches me. Trying to hold my balance.

I gasp, accidentally grabbing him to pull myself back up.

They only thing I could think of during this moment was ‘WHAT THE HELL.’

Bumper helps me back up and sits me down. Neither of us say a word. At this point my mind has gone blank, just grateful I didnt break my tailbone falling on the concrete steps.

“Are you alright? Here” He gives me his Treblemaker varsity jacket.

“Oh, nono! Its alright!” I try to tell him so I don’t get caught with it on.

“No, I insist. You’re shivering” He reassured me.

Was this really happening?! It felt straight out of those cheesy rom-coms Chloe adored. Maybe he was just trying to get into my pants. Which was NOT happening. Well… NO! What has gotten into me!

“Thanks..” I say as our knees touch.

We were back in that stupid eyelock! I guess I never looked hard enough, but his eyes were this dark brown with sparks of a lighter brown. I could feel us getting closer and my cheeks getting brighter but immediately shut it down. Only because I could see Aubrey in the corner of my eye coming this way.

“I have a feeling that we should.. kiss. Now, is that a… good feeling or..?” He said clearly tipsy.

There was no way he would say that sober. Aubrey was heading this way quickly, I had to shoot him down fast.

“Y’know, sometimes I think I can do crystal meth and then I think.. hmm better not.”

I had to make my leave now before I got caught.

“I gotta go. You know how Aubrey is. Thank you, again, for the catching.. and the jacket..” I say awkwardly, getting up

He shoots me a smirk “Of course”

Drink in hand, I go the opposite direction of where Aubrey was. Trying to get back to the center was harder than I thought, especially actively hiding from your friend.

Finally I get down there without being caught by Aubrey, or any of the Bellas for that matter. Such a fun night.

—

day after

Time to get to work and start getting a plan together to win nationals. Except Aubrey already had a whole whiteboard dedicated to what we were going to do to win the finals. Sheesh, she was putting a lot of pressure on these newbies.

“As you can see, Kori is not here. Last night, she was Treble-boned. She’s been dis-invited from the Bellas.” Aubrey said firmly.

“Woah that oath was serious?” Becca raised.

“Dixie-Chick serious.” shooting back at Becca.

‘What a good way to scare our new girls’ I said softly under my breath.

After a few more stern comments about hooking up with a Treble and even kicking out another girl for it, she showed us how to get the ‘aca-win’.

^rehearsal/cardio montage^

Aubrey pulls me off to the side before we left rehearsals. I completely forgotten I still had Bumpers jacket on!

“What does the ‘T’ on your jacket stand for, Y/n?” Aubrey asked in a knowning tone of voice

Crap! She definitely knew. This was it, this was the day I was getting booted from the Bellas. I knew I had to think of an answer just in case she didn’t know.

“Oh! It’s for ‘Taylor’!” I stated trying to play it off. “As in Taylor Swift. Why do you ask?”

“No reason..” She trailed off and ended with a smile.

‘God that was a close one’ I thought to myself. I need to give this jacket back before anything else happens..

—

riff off

Tommy announces it was ‘riff-off time’. My personal favorite of the night! After teaching the new Bellas how these work we were ready.

With my whole situation, I was beyond nervous to even look at any of the Treblemakers. It wasn’t their fault I was squeamish, but I still didnt wanna see them. It didn’t help Bumper winked at me before Tommy gave us our categories.

“Ladies of the 80s!” He shouted and the groups took it from there.

^riff-off^

Of course Tommy screws us over and lets the Trebles win. Why wouldn’t he?!

Now they think they have an advantage over us and begin to gloat.

“OHHHHH you ladies just got owned!” They all yelled.

I shake it off and the rest of the Bellas walk away in disbelief. Me on the other hand was fixated on Bumper who was walking right towards me, trophy in hand.

“You did good” he smirks “But we are just sooo much better than you girls” he jokingly brags.

I wanted to smack the grin off his face so bad. But instead I shot him a sarcastic smile and walked away.

—

regionals

After a few more months pass and we hope all our practicing pays off. The only thing Aubrey cared about was showing up the Treblemakers.

The ‘Sock-apellas’ had finished their set and it was time for us to get on stage. While walking onto stage I could hear the Treblemakers boo-ing us. It also didn’t help that the crowd was not as excited as I had hoped they’d be. No worries, no pressure though. Right? We can’t do any worse than people using socks to sing.

^after our set^

Of course people fell silent during our set for the millionth time. If it wasn’t for Fat Amy, the crowd would’ve been dead asleep. So howcome Aubrey was already yelling at her? Shes was such a perfectionist.

Luckily, we got second and could move on from regionals! Everyone in our group was celebrating except for Aubrey. She was more relieved to even had made it.

—

day of semi-finals

After a month of two of rehearsals, it was finally semi-finals time! I was so excited.

Before leaving, Fat Amy stopped to get gas. It was a long trip ahead of us so it was a good time to stop.

Little did any of us know, the Treblemakers were not far behind after we stopped.

“IVE JUST BEEN SHOT” Fat Amy yelled.

Immediately I ran out to see what had happened. She told us Bumper and Donald had threw their burritos at her for ‘sabotage’.

Great! Theyre trying to ruin our chances even more. I help Fat Amy get back in the bus and we keep on trucking through to get to Semi-Finals.

—

back on the bus

Everyone sings, “So I put my hands up! They’re playin’ my song and the butterflies fly awayy.”

Suddenly the bus broke down. Oh god this could not be good.

“We could call-“

“DON’T say it.” Aubrey says, cutting off Chloe.

“No, that’s actually a good idea! I have Bumpers number. I’ll call him now” I told them.

“Why do you have Bumpers number?” Aubrey shot me a look.

“Uhhh..” I kept thinking ‘Crap. Just ignore her and call Bumper to save us.’

—

in treblemaker bus

“Well this is fun..” Fat Amy said sarcastically.

I was next to Bumper, of course, and we all sat in silence.

Geez, this was awkward. It didn’t help that Bumper was practically invadeding my space. Our legs were pressed against eachother, arms toppled on top of themselves, and if i even turned my head to look at him we would be nose to nose.

This made my heart race. But obviously I couldn’t give into my urges, not with Aubrey continuously looking at me weird.

“9 miles till we’re there” Donald shouted from the driver seat.

I cannot believe we all sat in silence for the whole bus ride.

—

semi-finals

Getting off the bus, we got back into our groups and went inside. Me and Bumper were in the back of the line, together.

“Soo.. what girl power fueled set do you ladies have for us this evening” He asked in a snarky tone.

“Wow!” I exclaimed “You must really not want me to keep talking to you, huh” giving him a condescending smile.

He laughed it off. Gosh, he was too cute to hate. I mean yes, I hated him for being a jerk and a Treblemaker but you had to admit he had some sort of sex-appeal.

“Good luck tonight. I mean it” he looks down and tries to hide his bright red face. Jesse calls him over to stage right to prepare to get on stage. Chloe calls me over aswell.

Once on stage, we started singing the same song that gets the crowd yawning. Out of absolutely nowhere though, Becca starts mashing ‘Bulletproof’ into the set.

It took everyone by shock but definitely got the attention of the judges! Thank god Becca took such a risk. Maybe she should’ve asked before hand but nonetheless the audience was loving it.

Almost immediately we went backstage, Aubrey started yelling at Becca for her little stunt. I decided I was not going to be apart of this drama and went to go sit somewhere backstage.

—

spring break

After Semi-Finals, Aubrey basically kicked Becca from the group. Not fair whatsoever but it wasn’t like my opinion even mattered to her. Aubrey wouldn’t listen to any of us after we lost her championship.

With the Bellas being done for, I decided to take this time to do.. uh.

Crap! I completely forgot those girls were my only friends. And the only other person in my contacts was… Bumper.

Well that was enough for me. I took this as a chance to shoot my shot with him since Aubrey wasnt around to control my love life.

Texting Bumper: Hey! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out over break :)

‘Aaaand send! That wasn’t so hard, now was it!’ I told myself.

Almost immediately I got a response.

Text from Bumper: Yea sure. I’d love to

I couldn’t believe this! I was actually going to hang out with Bumper one on one. And I didn’t even have to worry about Aubrey coming to yell at me! Maybe the Bellas taking a break wasn’t so bad.

—

FINALLY BRO

I see Bumper in the distance walking over to me. I’m still in shock he wanted to go on this date with me, considering he’s still doing Treble stuff.

“Hey!” He smiles “I see you still have my jacket” he teased.

I completely forgot this was his jacket! I started taking it off to give back to him and he stopped me.

“Nono! It looks good on you. You can keep it, I don’t mind” looking at me in awe.

“Anyway! Are you ready to go on possibly the best date of your life?” He gloated.

“So confident!” I tease him.

We walk hand in hand into the park and set up our picnic. This was kinda romantic actually! I’ve known Bumper for about 2, almost 3 years now and I never saw a good side to him. There’s always been some rivalry between us due to the groups own rivalry.

Even during last years run with the Bellas, I was attracted to him. But the hatred definitely took over. Hes never been the nicest but I feel as if it was all an act to show dominance. Aubrey and Alice did the same so I can’t exactly call him out for it. Jeez there’s so much history.

“Here we go!” He said as he finished setting up the picnic.

We talked about nonsense, teased eachother a bit, talked about how we found our way into acapella. Y’Know, normal date stuff.

“I don’t know why we never talked to eachother before this year! You’re so funny” I told him, with a giant smile on my face. I could feel my cheeks burning up.

“I know why.” “Hm?” “The whole rivalry bullcrap! It’s so dumb, I don’t know why both groups keep giving into it. I know i dont help but it’s always been some unspoken argument” Bumper said with some anger in his voice.

“I know, it’s not fun. Especially when Aubrey gets on my back when I talk to any other group.” I told him slightly getting upset aswell.

There was a pause. A good minute of neither of us saying a word. We were too sour to say anything. We knew we agreed but didn’t want to talk about it.

“Well..” He sighed “I’m glad we’re here.. together… now” grabbing my hand.

I looked down to hide my smile, eventually facing back up to see him smiling back at me.

I was head over heels for him at this point. Even though I was upset we lost championship, I was so happy I could finally spend time with Bumper.

Before we decided to pack everything up and part ways, he asked me if I wanted to watch the sunset with him. I turned bright pink just at that question. Obviously say yes, he put his arm over my shoulder bringing me in close.

All I could think was ‘This was it! This was the moment I had been waiting for! He was going to do it!’

While watching the sun go down, I could see Bumper looking at me from the corner of my eye.

Turning to look at him I asked “Why aren’t you watching the sunset?”

He replied “I’d rather take in something even more beautiful” shooting me a smile.

My heart practically fluttered as I immediately leaned into him. I can’t believe this is happening! I was kissing a Treblemaker! This went against almost everything I was taught by Alice and Aubrey but in that moment, I couldn’t care less. I was in love with Bumper.

We both pull back and take a short breath. You could tell he was also in awe of what just happened. Nonetheless I went back in for another kiss. Except this kiss turned into a tiny make out session.

“Wait.. hold on” he paused with heavy breathing “Would you rather go somewhere that isn’t a public park?”

Still panting “Yea that’s probably a good idea” I giggled.

He cleaned up everything and drove me back to my dorm. Shortly after we arrived, he walked me back to my room. Of course I invited him in, I mean why wouldn’t I?! All I wanted was to make sure we finished what we started out in that park.

IM NOT GOOD AT WRITING SMUT SO IM GONNA END THIS SCENE HERE LOLLLL

I woke up the next morning, completely forgetting what had happened last night.

‘Oh my god’ I accidentally murmured.

He was still in my bed! I was stuck in this state of shock. I did the right thing and got dressed in a big t-shirt and a pair of short-shorts, looking back at him sound asleep in my cheap bed.

After a short period, he finally woke up. I was reading a coffee table magazine while I waited for him. The way he looked at me gave me butterflies.

He yawned “Mmm… Good morning beautiful” looking up at me, smiling.

‘God his morning voice is attractive’ I thought to myself.

“Oh hello!” sending him a smile back. I put down my magazine and got into a more comfortable position.

He then latched onto me, still tired. God, he was so cute.

“I don’t wanna leave” he murmured into my chest.

“Well, we could sleep in?” I suggested while playing with his hair.

I scooted down to make it easier for him to cuddle me. We laid in my bed for a good couple of hours. I knew eventually I had to let him leave.

He felt me moving to get up and slowly awakened.

“I better start getting ready to head out. I have to go do boring acapella rehearsal stuff.” he told me.

“God you’re so lucky. I would do anything to be with the Bellas again.” I sighed, helping him retrieve his stuff.

He walked out my dorm room but before leaving he turned back, almost nervously.

“I was because I was thinking that maybe, perhaps” he takes a breath. “this is harder than I thought it was gonna be” he sighed.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I wanna date you. That's what I want. Like, a real couple. Where we, like, go out in public and hold hands and ride bikes together. Or we go to an orchid and pick apples. Or we, like, do one of those Build-A-Bear workshops together, and build bears. And you'd name one Bumper, and I'll name one Y/n. It’ll be cute.”

Oh. My. God. I couldn’t even say anything. I was too stunned. Not in bad way! I’ve just never been asked anything so.. romantic. He has swept me off my feet completely.

“What do you say?” He asked me in a softer tone.

The only words I could get out were “Yes. Yes please, oh my god.”

I saw his cheeks turn a light red before acknowledging that we were finally together.

“I guess I’ll see you soon, then” he teased.

I pulled him in for one last kiss before sending him back to the Treblemakers ‘HQ’.

—

coming back + fighting

It was a day before spring break would officially end. I was getting ready to finish up the rest of my studies when suddenly I got a call Chloe.

“Y/N! The aca-gods have blessed up! We get to compete in the finals!” She told me ecstatically.

My jaw dropped and I joined her squealing immediately. We were back baby!

Soon enough I got to hang out with my girls and talk about gameplan. Realizing quickly that Becca wasnt here.

“I didn’t invite Becca. She doesn’t make us any better” Aubrey said in a smug voice.

Chloe and Becca were incredibly close so it was no wonder Chloe got upset at Aubrey so quickly.

They were yelling back and forth and caused a huge scene that got everyone in a very uncomfortable mood.

Fat Amy came to break the tension and told them to stop and shut up.

I accidentally shouted “Finally! Someone said it!” and Aubrey almost went to come fight me. The only reason she didn’t was because the stomach bug came back.

She stopped in her tracks and threw up just like she did at last years finals.

Perfect! We come back and almost immediately started fighting with eachother. I decided to get up and walk out.

To my surprise, I walked right into Becca. I thought maybe she would help calm down the argument, so I walked back to my seat to watch it all play out.

As soon as she walked in it went dead silent. Almost scary how quiet it got.

Becca stood there fiddling with her fingers “I came back to apologize messing up our chances and leaving. I would be grateful if you could have me back?”

Aubrey just looked at her in silence. Was she really going to let go of the only person who knows how we can win? Was she that much a power hungry freak?

Without anybody saying a word Becca picked up a chair and dragged it to the exit. After a few seconds, Aubrey yelled for Becca to stop.

“Thank you. That would’ve been so embarrassing.” She laughed nervously.

After Becca and Aubrey talked it out, Becca said none of really knew anything about eachother.

“Let’s go around the room. Everyone say something about yourself that no one knows.” She told us.

Everybody started spilling their secrets, and it was then my turn. I didn’t have any secrets, except for the fact I was Treble-Boned. But I wasn’t going to admit that, I could be shunned.

“Well..?” Chloe said trying to get my attention.

I took a deep breath. “I… I started dating Bumper.” I couldn’t help but look down in shame. I didn’t want to tell them but I felt as if they deserved to know.

Nobody said anything, which made this whole thing even scarier for me. I was waiting for Aubrey to scold me but she never did.

“Oh.. well..! I’m glad you’re happy!” Chloe said giving me a soft smiling. She was my best friend so she could definitely tell I was embarrassed admitting that.

Aubrey looked disappointed but then again, she always does. Why should I even care about her opinion? It wasn’t like she was going to be around after this year.

After a short moment of silence, Aubrey gave the pitch pipe to Becca.

“How are we doing this?” Aubrey said almost desperate for her to take the lead.

“Follow me” Becca said then leading us to the abandoned pool.

^pool mashup^

—

call from bumper

It was the day of finals and I was so excited to see the Treblemakers set and not want to punch them.

While getting ready, Bumper called me. Maybe he was calling to tell me good luck. How sweet of him.

“Hey! What’s up Bumper?”

“Hey..” He said in a low tone.

“What’s wrong?”

At this point, I was kinda worried. Why did he sound so disappointed? What was going on.

“So.. I got a call from THE John Mayor, asking to be backup vocals on his new album. Which means I won’t be at finals tonight” Bumper told me slowly.

“Oh.. That’s! Uhm.. That’s great, love. I’m sooo.. happy for you!” I tried to show excitement for him but I just couldn’t.

The one time I wanted him to see our set, he couldn’t be there. I was glad he was making it big time but it still hurt.

“Yea! I’m sorry though. I’m sure you’ll do great tonight. I’ve won that stuff a million times so I’m rooting for the Bellas” He said in a more uplifting tone.

“Thanks. I gotta go get ready to leave. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He could tell I was disappointed. It was obvious. “Alright! Uh.. Love you! Good luck.”

I could practically hear him smiling. He meant it, but I just wish he would’ve told me in person. It doesn’t matter anyway.

I continued getting ready and tried to brush off the news. We going to win whether Bumper saw it or not.

—

finals

Once we got down this whole mashup thing Becca taught us, we knew we were ready to finally win the finals.

She should’ve taken charge a long time ago! Im glad Aubrey loosened the reins though. It was a lot less stressful with her not being in charge.

__

backstage + onstage

The Treblemakers were about to go onstage and I could only think about Bumper. He was probably living it up in LA not even thinking about me.

Crap, he might leave me for some hot super model! Who knows what he could be doing right now. Thinking about it only made me sad.

“Good luck Benji! Same to you Jesse!” I told the boys. I decided since things were changing, I would also end the whole rivalry crap.

While I was watching the boys perform, Chloe hugged me from behind.

“We are going to do awsome! C’mon we’re about to do hands in the middle!” She was beyond excited for this.

“I know some you are pretty thin, but you all have fat hearts. And thats what matters” Fat Amy said before we went on stage.

It was finally time. ‘My god, it’s packed’ is the only thing I could think.

While getting into position, I scanned the crowd. ‘Wait.. Is that..?’ My heart dropped.

I couldn’t believe it. Bumper?! No way. He actually came to watch me perform! But wasn’t he supposed to leave for LA tonight?!

My heart was racing. He postponed his flight to come see us win. He cared about me that much that he would risk losing his one shot at fame to see me happy. I could feel my face start burning up. I loved him so much.

^singing blah blah blah^

Holy crap! A standing ovation! We had this win, no doubt. As soon as our set had ended and the crowd sat back down, I knew exactly where I was going.

Running off stage, I practically jumped into Bumpers arms. Hugging him tightly, I started tearing up.

We had just won the championship and I have an amazing boyfriend?! I couldn’t believe my life.

“Congrats, sweetheart!” He slyly smirked at me, knowing he surprised me.

I couldn’t get myself to let go of him. I was too happy to realize I still needed to ask him why the hell he was even here!

I pull back, putting my hands on his shoulders. “Wait! What..! How..? Why are you here?!”

My confused look made him laugh. “I knew how upset you were when I told you the news. I couldn’t bring myself to just leave without saying goodbye in person.”

“God, you’re such a dork, I love you” I told him, pulling him in for a kiss.

He was perfect. I wasn’t even upset he had to leave for LA for a month or two. I knew he wouldn’t cheat on me for anybody while being in a big city.

He was mine. He loved me, nobody could change that.

—

end

Six months later, and we’re back in the audition room. Wanting to flaunt our trophy on the Treblemakers, we placed it on our table. Everybody in that room knew not to underestimate us.

“Listen up aca-ballers” Tommy said, starting the auditions “As a tribute to our most recent ICCA national champions, their team leaders will pick the audition song. Bellas?”

I take the lead, “Let’s go with…”

fin.

#pitch perfect #bumper #fanfic #basically my dr #someone plz make more pitch perfect content #bumper ff #treblemakers #the bellas #adam devine

[unclegramp-ronpa]

Prologue (part 2) [DEATH TW]

[NO ONE’S POV]

“WHAT!?” Uncle Grandpa yelled. Everyone started panicking and screaming. “NO! NOT A KILLING GAME!” The winged girl exclaimed. “I want my mom!” a young Muslim girl with a strawberry-themed hijab shouted before breaking into tears. “C-Can’t this be like a friendship game? Like whoever befriends the most people wins? Uncle Grandpa asked, horrified of the concept of a killing game.

Monokuma sighed. “You guys are acting like babies! This killing game will be awesome, and you guys crying like a baby with autism strapped to a ceiling fan WON’T stop it!” He exclaimed. Almost everybody were concerned on the level of specification from that comment.

“Anyway, we have a couple of rules for this game. Whenever a body is discovered, everyone shall report to the trial room for an investigation of the murder and who did it. If the murderer is found, they will have a punishment and everyone will be a-okay! But if anyone get’s the murderer wrong, everyone except the murderer will all die. Like this.” Monokuma explained and played a video of an RV exploding. “NO violence against headmaster of hopes peak academy, Monokuma. If done so, you will be punished. If you try leaving the RV, like what Pizza Steve did, you will be punished. But it will be FAR worse than the punishment Pizza Steve had.”

Pizza Steve gulped after hearing the last sentence. “The person or people who live through the whole gang without killing or dying, wins! And lastly, have fun! We’re in the most magical RV ever, there are TONS of ways to have fun! And to murder somebody, BUT MOSTLY FUN!” Monokuma finished and threw another glitter bomb on the floor, disappearing alongside the glitter. Everybody stood there, horrified. Uncle Grandpa managed to calm down and wiped some the glitter off the couch. “What are we gonna do now?” He asked. “Well, I guess since we’re here, we should atleast try and get to know each other.” The winged female said. “My name is Silk, and I’m the ultimate butterfly catcher.”

The white-haired guy went next. “You guys already know me. Mooon Man’s the name, still in the game!” Mooon Man exclaimed. “Cool, but what’s YOUR ultimate?” Silk asked. “The ultimate faggot?” Pizza Steve muttered to Mr. Gus, who in returned smack him behind the head. “Uh, the-the ultimate astronaut? I don’t fucking know.” Mooon Man said. The girl with the strawberry-themed hijab went next. “My name is Strawberry Moe-Chi, and I’m the ultimate baker!” The Troll went next. “CheesePuff Mike, ultimate gamer. This place sucks and I hate you all for it.” He said.

“Ignoring the rude comment you made, my name is Sephmalis Cairoris, Seph for short, and I’m the ultimate lust.” Seph said. “You can’t be the ultimate lust! That’s fucking stupid!” CheesePuff Mike shouted. “Fuck you mean, ‘you can’t be the ultimate lust’? I’M A SPACE ALIEN FOR FUCKS SAKE!” She yelled at the troll. “Stop. Anyways, my name is Mr. Gus and I’m the ultimate philosopher.” Mr. Gus said. The guy with burn marks all over his body went next. “The name’s Flame Fieri, I’m the ultimate DJ!” He said. “Belly Bag, you best believe! I don’t know what ultimate I am.” Belly Bag said. Frankenstein groaned, claiming to be the ultimate monster. “My name is E-Eart…” The small child went. “And I also don’t know what ultimate I am.”

Pizza Steve looked confused. “Maybe he can-“ He was interrupted by Moe “IT.” She corrected him. “Oh, shit sorry. IT can be the ultimate… cooool guy? Wait no, PIZZA STEVEEE’S the ultimate cool guy!” Pizza Steve exclaimed. Everyone except Uncle Grandpa and, surprisingly, Mooon Man groaned. “But, maybe the ultimate Italian Karate master rolls of the tongue way better, heh.” He said. “WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS SHIT! Anyway, my name is Giant Realistic Flying Tiger, the ultimate model.” A cat girl said, brushing her light orange and brown ombré hair out of her face with her claws. “I’m Beary Nice, that’s me! And this is HotDog Person. We’re both the ultimate Educational TV hosts!” Beary Nice said.

“Wait, our show was supposed to be-“ HotDog Person was going to say something, but he was cut off by Mooon Man. “I know what ultimate I am! The ultimate Moonjitsu master.” He exclaimed while doing a finger gun. “Tiny Miracle here! I think you already know what ultimate I am!” Tiny Miracle said. “MY NAME IS UL GAPA.” A blue male said. “…Okay? And what’s your ultimate?” Aunt Grandma asked. “THE ULTIMATE UL GAPA.” He answered. Aunt Grandma shook her head and bowed down. “Beautiful morning. My name is Aunt Grandma, the ultimate aunt and grandma.” She said in an elegant matter.

Uncle Grandpa pushed her away and waved hello at everybody in the room. “Good Morning! It’s your Uncle Grandpa! And I’m the ultimate Uncle and Grandpa!” He exclaimed. ‘Grr, I say, how rude of that old bastard. He’s probably going to die first!’ Aunt Grandma thought to herself.

[UNCLE GRANDPA’S POV]

You know what? Even though I’m here with some of my worst enemies and the fact we’re in a killing game, I’m glad I’m not digesting inside Ham Sandwich! Everyone of us started talking about what will happen, what we did before reuniting, and how hopeful the future may possibly be. The conversations we had went on for hours, and before we knew it, it was 9:30.

“Alright dearies! Time to lay your heads on a pillow and dream about the despair- I MEAN ANYTHING ELSE OTHER THAN DESPAIR! Hehe, close one, Monokuma.” Monokuma said. “What?” HotDog Person asked. Monokuma nodded and shoved HotDog person into a bedroom. Everyone slept at random places. Pizza Steve slept on his bed while Flame Fieri slept UNDER it, Eart and Moe-Chi fell asleep on the booth chairs in the kitchen while Ul Gapa fell asleep on the table, Aunt Grandma took my bed and I had to sleep on the floor! Atleast the carpet in my room is cozy enough for me to sleep. :/

But at 3AM, a horrific scream was heard somewhere in the RV. Me, Aunt Grandma, Beary Nice, and Belly Bag woke up and left my room. After the scream was heard, sounds of metal bashing on something were being heard all over the downstairs of the RV. Eart, Moe-Chi, Pizza Steve, Mooon Man, Flame Fieri and Frankenstein came to where we were in panic. “What the hell is going on?” Pizza Steve said. “Yeah, I hit my head on the bed frame and it fucking hurt.” Flame Fieri said rubbing his head. “I think it’s coming from the jungle!” Moe-Chi said. The bashing finally stopped and the sound of someone teleporting somewhere was made.

“Belly Bag, do you know where my laser-hammer is?” I asked Belly Bag. “Not sure, maybe if I…” he said before putting his hand down his throat and pulling out my trusty laser-hammer. “Here you go.” He said. “Thanks Belly Bag, I hope you get a medal for your honor and helpfulness.” I said. Me and everyone that went to my room while the scream and bashing sounds happen went down to the jungle. I used my laser-hammer to blast some of the trees away, and in the middle was… I don’t want to say it…

[NO ONE’S POV]

The music that plays whenever a body is discovered plays when the gang finds HotDog Person, on the floor, with his head completely destroyed. A metal bat is place on top of his corpse with blood covering the whole thing. Looking at this made a couple of people puke in disgust and Moe-Chi even passed out from the horror and stress of the situation. The smell of blood and death went around the jungle and Uncle Grandpa tried his best to not scream. But due to the horror, he just couldn’t let himself be silent.

“AAAAAAAAAAUUUGGGHHHHHH!!” He screamed and put both of his hands on his mouth. He fell onto his knees and started sobbing. “We g-g-gotta go. C’mon babe.” Flame Fieri whispered and grabbed Mooon Man’s hand and got the hell out of there. ‘Babe?’ Pizza Steve thought out loudly. He proceeded to puke in the bush and broke down crying. The situation was too hard to handle and Uncle Grandpa finally passed out.

#will wood reference holy fuck #prologue #uncle grandpa x danganronpa #death tw #gore tw #fanganronpa

[twinkleimagines]

frenemies

summary: You catch feelings for your nemesis Rafe Cameron and notice his change of how he started interacting with you, so you begin and hoping he feels the same, so you decide to take the risk to confront him and see what his true intentions are.

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LONG!

Part two, part 3 , part four (final)

Warning: Language, smut, physical and verbal fighting.

Rafe Cameron.

The most loved and also the most hated Kook in the OBX.

You and your pogue friends despised this guy, or at least you were suppose to.

But for some reason, between all the bickering you two had done over the summer, you've managed to fall for him.

I know- what the fuck.

It blew your mind too. He was never nice. Always making fun of the Pogues, practically humiliating you all every chance he got. You guys were nothing but broke thieves who took whatever you wanted no matter who it hurt. You guys were scum, the dirt on the bottom of his shoe, a bunch of nobody's that will never make it anywhere in life.

Which is obviously not true, but to Rafe - that's what you ‘dirty Pogues’ were.

You didn’t care for the name calling though. You honestly could say the same thing about the Kooks. They cheat their way into life, never have to work for anything , always have mommy and daddy's money to get them through any obstacle. But you knew not all Kooks were like that. Take your best friend Kiara for example. She's a 'kook' by the book, but by the streets she’s a Full Pogue at heart.

but for some reason though, Rafe would spend most his time trying to find a way to harass the shit out of you specifically. He could have a million Pogues around him yet he always found his way through the crowd to have some conversation with you even if it was to drag your name through the mud.

You first realized the feelings you had for Rafe when you began craving his presence.

It was the annual bonfire that you and your friends had went to , a place where all teens and young adults mixed from all clicks. Tourists, Pogues, and even Kooks. Everyone was there.

You stood next to the fire with JJ and Pope, two of your closest friends as the night grew louder, more people filling in. You watched the crowds as the piled up on the sand, but your eyes roamed for Rafe himself. You were almost mad at yourself for actively searching for him. And it wasn’t even like you were looking for him so you could avoid him, but searching so you could see him and hopefully grab his attention.

You continuously questioned yourself as to Why you were looking for this jerk off to begin with. All he was going to do was put you down and try to humiliate you in front of all of your friends.

But for some reason, when your eyes landed on that tall brown headed boy, his hair for once not greased back, a wide grin on his face as he wore a black t-shirt and a red cup in his hand- your heart fluttered. You began to grin slightly, seeing him in the distance.

Despite how much of an ass hole he was, Rafe was unbelievably hot. He was toned, Tall, jaw line so sharp it could probably cut you and you could get lost in those blue eyes of his. It excited you so much when he would give you attention. Even the negative attention. At this point you just enjoyed looking at him and hearing your name flow out of his mouth.

"earth to Y/n" JJ spoke out stepping out in front of you blocking your view to Rafe, and ultimately bringing you out of your trance.

“huh” you responded dumbfounded .

“Pope thinks I’m stupid for eating food with mold on it” JJ said throwing his hands up, you grin as you watched the blonde boy try to seriously defend his theory. Pope’s eyes widened throwing his hands up as well, looking towards you for agreement.

“It’s a Fungi bro! nothing good comes from Eating mold!” Pope argued back. JJ shook his head, disagreeing with Pope’s statement .

“dude, mold is good for you ok it’s just a natural organism “ He stated, dropping his hands down to his sides.

“You’re fucking nasty” You laughed out before pushing onto JJ’s shoulder. You hadn’t realized it yet, but your laugh caught a certain boy’s attention. the moment Rafe heard that familiar tune, his head turned to your direction, his eyes focused on you as you threw your head back with laughter.

“Well well well if it isn’t Ms. Sarah Cameron “ JJ spoke as he walked up towards one of your best friend, John B, and Rafe’s younger sister, Sarah. They both looked in your direction taking a few steps away from each other as if it wasn’t obvious that they were talking.

You didn’t hate Sarah per-say, but one time she did make out with your ex boyfriend while at a party. She claimed he told her he was single and she was just looking for a good night but Sarah was known for always wanting attention so you were doubtful on the fact that she was ‘unaware’ that he was your boyfriend.

You were the only one who knew John B’s crush on Sarah. He had started working for her father after his father went missing, and you were the only one who had caught on to his different approach when Sarah was ever mentioned, or how his cheeks would go slightly red when she would walk by. You didn’t blame him, the Cameron siblings were fucking hot.

“Hi JJ’ Sarah said with a grin. You stood to the side of Pope, looking around for Kiara, only to find her sat with a group of more Pogues talking their heads off.

JJ began trying to include Sarah into his previous ‘mold is good for you’ argument while your focus drifted off, your eyes roaming the crowd once again.

You managed to look back over to where you had first saw Rafe standing, only this time he was no where to be found.

“sarah baby c’mon” you heard someone say. You looked over, Your eyes widening to see Rafe and Topper standing in front of you next to Sarah. You knew this wasn’t a group that needed to be mixed, but seeing Rafe excited you. Your eyes landed on his, your heart beginning to flutter. You hated the fact that you two were enemies. It sucked looking at someone the way you did, knowing they were only looking back at you with hatred and pure disgust. At least you thought.

“Oh c’mon Topper can’t the girl just have a little fun?” JJ laughed out, his alcohol clearly running through his veins.

“You Pogues don’t know the meaning of fun JJ” Topper laughed out. You rolled your eyes shaking your head.

“Go the fuck on Topper “ you spat out, your eyes lifting some towards Rafe before going back to Topper. You could feel yourself kicking up a sweat, maybe from the alcohol , or maybe from the fact that Rafe’s eyes were already on yours when you looked at him. He even had a smirk plastered on his face, probably from the fact he gets off on the fighting.

“Oooohhh someone’s ballsy tonight huh?” Topper laughed bringing the attention to you.

“No im just sick and tired of you stuck up kooks always trying to ruin a good time” You scoffed out, crossing your arms over chest.

“Y/n you wouldn’t know the meaning of a good time if it slapped you in the face alright?” Rafe said. He furrowed his brows together when he realized a smirk rising on your face once you looked over at him. He didn’t know what to think considering the other times you were giving him an ‘ eat shit ‘ look, but this time it was almost as if you were happy he was commenting towards you.

“Oh right, having random hook ups and snorting a line of coke every night is a good time huh Rafe?” You scoffed out sarcastly. “ yeah I think I’ll pass” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“ Listen JJ you and your little bitch need to just go back to the cut where you came from-“ you glanced at Rafe, only to see him looking at Topper with anger as if he was upset at him for calling you that , but before you could further analyze his expression, JJ pushed against Topper’s chest, slinging Topper backwards.

“you watch your mouth” JJ spat out pointing his finger towards Topper’s face. John B quickly stepped in , pulling JJ back away from Topper who was now laughing like an idiot, excited for the action that he thought was about to happen.

“Yeah go ahead Johnny boy go ahead and play dad “ Topper spat out as John B continued practically dragging JJ away from the group. “just don’t go abandoning him like your dad did ” He yelled out. Your mouth flew open in shock, seeing John B stop in his tracks but before he could even respond, your hand slapped straight across Topper’s cheek, causing his head to bounce side ways.

“go suck on your moms tits some more you fucking prick” You scowled before turning on your heals, following your friends. You didn’t even bother to stick around for anymore commentary, your only goal at this point was getting your friends the hell away from here before all hell broke loose.

“never fails man” you heard JJ screamed out in anger as you made it to the parking lot all while Pope continued trying to hush them as they stood next to the twinkie.

“JJ chill!” Pope yelled out as he tried pushing JJ into the Volkswagen but to no avail.

“no man they always get to do and say whatever the hell they want and never get any repercussions for it !” he exclaimed.

He wasn’t wrong, they really did. And if the Pogues fought back they were deemed bad and out of control. You sighed heavily as you watched JJ try to calm himself down, only to realize you had left your phone on the Log you were originally sitting at by the fire.

“Fuck I’ll be right back” You stated, only for your arm to get grabbed by John B.

“No don’t go back there” He instructed but you shook your head.

“I’ll be fine I just left my phone. “ You exclaimed before making your way back down towards the crowd of people.

“Xcuse’ me “ you mumbled as you brushed past people, making your way to the fire.

“Y/n what happened?” Kiara asked popping up from the side, placing her hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll explain later , meet you at the twinkie ok? go calm JJ down” You responded, pointing behind you with your thumb towards the van. She rolled her eyes, realizing it was a fight that had happened before turning around, making her way to your friends.

“Just can’t stay away can you?” You heard from behind you. You turn around to see none other than Rafe himself standing proudly. You rolled your eyes before turning back around, walking towards the fire once again. Despite you usually being excited to see him, tonight really put things into perspective for you.

You really were just a ‘dirty pogue’ to these guys, nothing more. There was no point to continue entertaining the thought of anything ever happening between the two of you. You were enemies, and that was all you’d ever be.

“I just came to get something Rafe go away” You huffed out.

“Oh you mean this?” He yelled out , making you stop in your track. You turned around to see Rafe holding your phone up, a wide grin plastered across his face.

“Give me that” you demanded, reaching your hand out, but Rafe pulled back, pulling it out of your reach.

“Rafe!” You yelled out with anger. “Give me my fucking phone dude” You spat out , reaching out again.

“Well what’s in it for me?” he asked , that smirk still obvious on his face.

“Rafe , please” You sighed out, dropping your shoulders slowly giving up. Between the alcohol and it being so late, you didn’t have any energy in you at this point to argue and you were just ready to go home and crash. Rafe noticed the body change in you, his grin falling from his face.

“I’m sorry” he said softly as he held out your phone to you. You were shocked. Rafe apologizing? Nobody but his father had ever heard those words coming from him so for him to say this to you really took you by surprise.

You slowly took the phone from him, your brows furrowed together in confusion.

“uhm,” you said as you pulled your arm back towards yourself. “thanks” you mumbled before turning on your heels making your way back to your friends.

“Y/n stop arguing and just do it!” Your mom yelled at you as she pushed the cleaing cart your way. You had to work with your mom today at the country club unfortunately and you were not even the slightest bit happy about it. She needed help and ‘You teenagers don’t do anything for yourselves’ as she would say, so you were stuck cleaning the floors while she did whatever it is that she does.

“Okay!” you huffed out as you picked up the broom off of the cart, aggressively beginning to sweep against the floor. You rolled your eyes as she mumbled something else to you before walking away, leaving you to clean the room alone.

It wasn’t long after that you heard some familiar voices walking down the hall way towards the room you were in. It most definitely sounded like the horrible three, Topper, Kelce and Rafe. You quickly turned your back towards the door, hoping none of them would notice you since you were alone and you against 3 just didn’t sound like a good time. You continued sweeping as you heard the group laughing as they passed the room you were in, not even paying you no mind. You sighed with relief as you realized they hadn’t noticed you and continued back to sweeping the floors.

“Hey” you heard from behind you. You jumped up gasping loudly as you turned around quickly, only to see Rafe himself standing there .

“God – fuck Rafe you scared the shit out of me. “ You breathed out, your hand over your chest as you tried to calm your heart beat down.

“sorry” he responded. There was that word again that didn’t exist in Rafe’s dictionary. You caught yourself staring before you quickly snapped yourself out of your trance, placing your hand on your hip.

“What do you want Rafe?” You scoffed out. He smirked before walking over to one of the Desks that sat in the room. You watched as he sat down on the edge, grinning as he stared over at you.

“ Never seen you here before.” He stated. You rolled your eyes before you propped your elbow up on your broom, sighing heavily.

“my mom works here. I’m just helping” You exclaimed, not that it was any of his business anyway.

“Huh” He responded nodding his head. He kept quiet once again, leaving the room silent and you beyond confused. You eventually shook your head at him, indicating for him to continue, but he didn’t.

“Look Rafe “ you started, standing yourself up straight. “I have to get back to work so unless you’re here for something important, you can go the fuck on” you finished. Rafe hopped off the edge of the desk, taking a few steps towards you , his body now hovering over yours. You began to feel your heart pound again, this time from the nerves as he stood so close to you. The smell of his cologne, grass and sweat from his Golfing lingering in your nose. you felt your hands begin getting clammy as you tried to hold your composer, your breath hitched in the back of your throat.

Rafe slowly lifted his hands, placing it under your chin, his blue eyes focused on yours. You didn’t know what to do at this point. You’ve had one on one Arguments with rafe before but none where he stood this close, and this quiet with you.

“Rafe” You breathed out as he lifted your chin, your face close together. He grinned once again, leaning in closer to you.

“You’re so beautiful” He said softly. You stared back into his blue eyes for a second before leaning in slightly. You were taken back though as he let go of your face , taking a step back and putting his hands in his pockets.

“ see ya” He responded calmy before walking back out of the room, following back to his friends.

You stood in shock, confused by Rafes actions. You were for sure positive that he was going to kiss you but he didn’t.

“what the fuck?” you mumbled before shaking your head in confusion at Rafe’s actions. You sighed heavily before sweeping your broom across the floor again, trying to regain your compose.

Most of your day went on like normal. You finished work with your mom, your mind only focused on your brief conversation you had with Rafe earlier.

It sucked because you had feelings towards Rafe, and you couldn’t tell if you were overthinking his actions or if he actually was in to you as well.

You had come to a conclusion though- it was one of two options. He was either fucking with you, or he wanted to fuck you. And you were determined to find out by tonight.

“Here goes nothing” You sighed to yourself as you stood outside TannyHill, the outside lights lighting up the big white house. You quickly jumped over the concrete fence, your feet landing in the wet grass.

Your eyes roamed the balcony, trying to remember which area you had seen Rafe standing at before. You bit your bottom lip as you concentrated, only to see Rafe himself walk by one of the windows.

“gotcha” You spoke softly before crouching down some, doing a quick jog across the field in hopes no one would see you.

You quickly managed to climb your way up the house onto the balcony you had just recently seen Rafe at. This was one of the pro’s of being a Pogue. You guys were very athletic and could always find your way to anything no matter the obstacles. You stood catching your breath as your feet finally landed on the wooden floor, the area barely lit by the light from the windows.

“What the fuck am I doing?” You said to yourself as you stood in the dark outside of what looked to be Rafe’s bedroom. You ran your hands through your hair, turning back around to face the field.

“What the fuck am I doing?” you said to yourself again as you began pacing. This is Rafe we’re talking about. Of course this man is just fucking with you. He’s been nothing but a dick to you and your friends for years. why in God’s name would he want you now? You knew you weren’t’ ugly. You were in shape, had decent hair (Even though you probably smelt like sweat sometimes because of how much you spent outside with the gang) But for the most part you cleaned up well.

Plenty of guys wanted you- but you looked nothing like any of the rich girls Rafe hooked up with. Why would he ever want you? It was clear that he was only acting this way towards you so him and his friends could have a good laugh later.

You shook your head in disbelief that you even had the balls to climb this guys house and actually think you could even ask him if he was interested in you. You began to climb back over before you heard a door open. You froze instantly, hoping they wouldn’t see you in the dark but that was just wishful thinking.

“Y/n?” You heard someone say. You mumbled a ‘ fuck’ as you recognized the voice to be Rafe.

“Uhm” You replied awkwardly as you climbed down, turning towards him to face him.

“Care to explain?” He asked throwing his hand up in your direction.

“Uhh” You said awkwardly as you ran your hand through your hair before placing them down your side.

“Y/n what the fuck are you doing climbing up my house at fucking 11 at night” he spat out. You flinched slightly at the harsh tone of his voice, your eyes roaming everywhere but his face , afraid to look at him in humiliation.

“okay so” you started, looking down at your feet. You stood for a second, wondering how you were going to explain yourself without sounding like ta total creep.

“Alight fuck it. “ you breathed out, looking up at Rafe. “You’ve been acting weird towards me, and being all like nice and flirty one minute and a complete ass the next and like – I just need clarification “ You exclaimed before you took in a deep breath, staring at Rafe as you waited for a response. You bit your bottom lip as he continued staring at you with a blank expression.

“Well?” You repeated, but he stayed quiet. You rolled your eyes, annoyed with the mind games he continued to play. “Rafe what is it? You like me or are you like fucking with me?” You spat out in frustration.

He finally changed his expression, this time a cocky smirk forming on his face. He reached out, grabbing one of your hands before walking backwards, leading you to follow him into his bedroom.

“uhh Rafe?” You questioned, confusion written all over your face as his eyes continued staring into yours.

“I’m not explaining myself” He finally spoke, his hair draped over his eyes as he looked down at you. You scrunched your face up as he reached behind you, closing the patio door. He chuckled slightly at your confusion before taking a step back away from you. “I’m just gonna show you” He exclaimed before pulling against your arm, leading you towards the bed before pushing against your shoulder, making you flop down. Your eyes widened as he walked over towards you, a smirk never leaving his face as his hand reached up, pushing away the stray hair in your face.

“You know, I’ve wanted to fuck you for quite sometime” He stated, leaning forward. “I mean look at you,-“ his eyes looked down and then back up your body, landing back onto your eyes, “You’re hot as fuck” He responded. You didn’t have a clue on what to say, so you continued in the same spot , sitting on his bed propped up on your hands behind you.

“You know for a pogue,” He finished, chucking as you rolled your eyes at his comment.

“Why didn’t you say anything ?” You finally spoke, looking up at him through your lashes. His cocky smirk left his face, only to return shortly after.

“Had to make sure the feelings mutual.” He replied , standing back up straight.

“and Who said it was?” You asked , trying to build your confidence back up. Rafe’s smirk widened before he let out a chuckle, his finger pointed out towards the balcony you were just climbing a few minutes ago.

“You did” he replied . you lowered your head some without responding, knowing he wasn’t wrong. HE stared down at you for a few seconds before he leaned in, the tip of his nose touching yours.

“Rafe” You breathed out as he stayed teasingly close.

“Hm” he hummed, not moving his face.

“Just fucking kiss me already” You demanded. Rafe happily obliged, his lips colliding with yours. Your hands immediately made their way to the back of his head, tugging on his hair.

“You wanna lay down for me ?” He asked after a few minutes of your tongues fighting for dominance. You didn’t respond other than nodding before you slowly laid yourself down, your eyes not leaving Rafe’s. Rafe grinned before unbuttoning your shorts, tugging on them. You lifted your hips up from the bed, helping him slide your shorts down as your teeth clamped down around your bottom lip. He stared at your hot pink panties, seeing the darkened area as you were already soaked.

“Soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you” He indicated. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as attempted to lower your head in embarrassment even though he could see you. Your mouth flew open as Rafe leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your damp panties, applying friction against your clit. You moaned out, leaning your head back as he placed the palm of his hand against you, rubbing up and down at a slow pace.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, his voice low and deep. You bit your bottom lip before nodding your head. Rafe grinned before he tugged on your panties, pulling them down to your ankles.

“Spread your legs open baby” He demanded , his voice calming but deep and intimidating.

You grinned before slowly spreading them open, his eyes focused on your heated core the whole time.

You laid your back flat against his bed as he got down on his knees, pulling you by your hips down to the edge of the bed, your bottom hanging off directly across his face .

“Rafe” You moaned out as you felt his warm tongue glide along your slit, his tongue stopping against your clit before he enclosed his lips, sucking slightly. He wiggled his tongue back and forth as his inserted his two index fingers into you, curving upwards. You gripped your hands against his navy blue sheets, gasping loudly as his fingers hit against your g-spot, sending tingling feelings through your body.

Rafe took one of his hands and trailed it up your stomach under your crop top, his hand groping around breasts.

You continued moaning loudly as his finger tips swirled around your nipples while his other hand continued moving rapidly against you, his eyes looking up at you in admiration.

Rafe lifted himself up, his face close to yours as his fingers continued moving inside you.

Y/n” he called out softly causing you to open your eyed and look over at him.

He placed his lips against yours as he slowly grinded himself against your side, pushing his rock hard shaft against you.

“You wanna do this?” He breathed out as he looked down at you, the pace of his fingers slowing down. You nodded looking up at him, your heart nearly pounding out of your chest.

“Yes Rafe” you practically whined out. Rafe moved himself to where he was hovering over you, his lips placed against your neck as he pulled his joggers down some, his member popping against his abs. You breathed out deeply as you watched him line himself up before slowly sliding himself in.

“ fuck” He groaned out as he felt your walls wrap tightly against him. Rafe was not only long, but he was thick all the way around, filling you more than anyone had ever done before. You placed your arms around his neck, holding him close as he began moving his hips against you.

The room was silent, only the sounds of your deep breathing and small groaning from Rafe as he continued rocking his hips in you at a steady pace, one hand placed above your head as the other gripped tightly under your thigh to hold your leg up.

“Rafe go harder” You pleaded. Rafe instead stopped his movements completely before rolling you over onto your stomach. He pulled slightly against your hips causing your bottom to stick up in the air as your face was pressed into the bed.

You gasped loudly as Rafe inserted himself into you again from behind, the new position giving him access to going deeper in you, which was exactly what he did. You felt his hand land on the back of your head, pressing you deeper into the bed as he began grinding his hips deep into you. He began slow at first but then began giving you exactly what you wanted , slamming himself into you over and over again.

At this point the pleasure was overwhelming and you couldn’t hold the moaning in as he continued rocking his hips into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing the room.

“Fuck im gonna cum” Rafe groaned out deeply in your ear, the feeling of your tight warm walls around him bringing him close to his own climax. He began placing sloppy kisses on your back, his pace speeding up. You arched your back feeling yourself clench around him as you orgasmed, your clit pulsing. You whined out, tugging on his sheets as Rafe continued to pound into you, riding out your high.

“Fuck y/n “ Rafe groaned out as he quickly pulled out, pumping himself off shooting his load on your back.

You both stayed in the same position for a few more minutes as you tried catching your breath before Rafe grabbed a napkin from his nightstand, wiping your back off.

You rolled over, laying on your back as Rafe put his bottoms back On before looking back over at you out of breath. You grinned as your eyes roamed his glistening body, his abs very prominent and his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat.

“ You should’ve definitely came to me sooner” you finally spoke out with a giggle. He sat down on the edge if the bed chuckling slightly.

“Yeah, that was nice. “ He responded. The room became silent, you both just sitting awkwardly while you laid on his bed still naked. After a moment of silence, you finally sat up, pulling his top sheet with you while getting up off the bed.

“Soo” You said awkwardly as you wrapped the sheet over your sweaty body.

“you can use the front door ” He responded looking up at you. You almost wanted to slap him at this point, realizing he was indicating for you to leave. You scoffed while rolling your eyes before turning away, picking your clothing up off the floor.

“What?” He asked as he continued sitting on the edge of the bed, noticing you aggressively picking your clothes up in anger.

“Nothing Rafe” you mumbled as you pulled your shorts back up up your legs, turning your back towards him.

“Hey” He responded standing up, grabbing your hand after you pulled your top over your head.

“What” You replied back, looking up at him with anger.

“I wasn’t saying you had to leave now I was just saying you didn’t have to climb down the house again” He exclaimed. You stood for a second before shaking your head.

“I should go anyways, it’s late” You replied before walking over towards your shoes, sliding them on over you feet. “but don’t worry I’ll take the balcony so no one sees me”. Rafe wanted to reply to your comment but instead he stayed quiet as he watched you make your way back to his balcony before stopping, leaving your hand on the doorknob.

“Uhm” You spoke , causing him to look up at you. “I’ll see you later?” You stated, more like questioned just for your own clarification. He grinned before nodding his head, walking towards you. He walked you out to the balcony, helping you over the edge before watching you climb down to the ground to make sure you made it down safely.

You did a light jog back towards the concrete wall before turning around, looking up at the balcony. You grinned when you saw him still standing there watching you. You gave him a wave before turning on your feet, climbing back over the fence and going home.

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Sticky Notes - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

It all started on the set of Ragnarok. They hadn’t even started filming yet. Table reads, choreography, costume fittings, set development…The cast, crew, and even Taika started finding little notes.

Some were specifically to certain people…

“Your laugh is contagious. Thank you for making this set so down to earth and inviting.” You slipped that into Taika’s (the director’s) fanny pack when he left it on his director’s chair.

“I know how hard you’ve been working on your fight choreography, and I just wanted to let you know you absolutely killed it today!” You left that stuck to Tessa’s (Valkyrie’s) water bottle.  

Some you posted for everyone, like “I know that you all put such amazing effort and time into bringing this movie to life and I just want you all to know that it doesn’t go unnoticed.” That note was posted above a table full of ‘easy to grab’ snacks you laid out such as protein bars, fruit snacks, pretzels, and dried fruit.

This continued well into filming. Everyone had tried to figure out who was leaving these little daily encouragements. It got to the point that Taika started calling you Casper, as in “Casper the Friendly Ghost.” Every day at the start of filming he would say. “Come on guys. Let’s make Casper proud.”

Everyone had a theory. Most thought that it was actually Taika just trying to keep morale up. Taika accused Tom but took it back after some comment about the notes not sounding very British.

Your job on set was to cast extras. While you were present daily, you honestly only had to meet with Taika once or twice a day to make sure the next day’s cast extras were ready. You two fell into an easy rhythm working together and he started asking for your opinion on some other aspects of the set. One late afternoon, after an incredibly chaotic day of filming, Taika decided that he was going to scrap the entire scene and start it over.

He pulled out his phone and sent a text to you, Tom, and Chris. “Today can suck it. I’ve just watched the dailies, and something just isn’t right about that scene. Meet at mine in 30 so we can get ahead of it.” A few seconds later he added, “And for the love of God, someone bring some tequila.”

You laughed at his text, jogging to the trailer you shared with the other casting director. You changed into a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt and grabbed your keys and wallet. You jumped in your car so you could make a quick trip to the Starbucks down the street since it appeared it was going to be a long night.

“One Venti iced coffee with milk and 1 sugar, one Grande Americano hot with cream and 2 sugars, one Venti hot latte with vanilla, and one Venti hot water with two earl gray tea bags and four sugars on the side. Can I also get one of the small kid’s milk boxes?” You heard the barista repeat your order back and pulled forward and paid.

When you got to Taika’s trailer, Tom and Chris were already there.

“Oh, bless you” Taika thanked you, taking the Latte from you.

“You’re the best” Chris said, taking the lid off of the Americano so it would cool off a bit.  

“Tom, I grabbed you tea.” You handed him the hot water and two tea bags, setting the sugars and milk next to him so he could make it to his liking.

“You’re too kind” Tom graciously took the hot water from you, noting that you grabbed his favorite kind of tea.

In Taika’s trailer there was a table with a bench on each side. Chris and Tom were sat on one side, leaving a space for you to sit next to Taika.

“Anyone grab the tequila?” you laughed, dropping your keys and wallet on Taika’s counter and sitting at the table with your iced coffee.

Taika grabbed the bottle and sat it down in front of you. “You’re already two swigs behind, love.”

“Bullshit” you laughed. “Prove it. Where are the shot glasses?”

“I said swigs, not shots” Taika smirked. “We don’t have shot glasses.”

“Look at how much is missing from that bottle. I just bought it.” Hemsworth backed Taika up.

You looked at Tom, knowing he would be honest with you.

“Hey, you trust Tom more than me?” Taika pretended to be offended.

“Tom always looks out for everybody. I don’t think he’d let me get two shots drunker than you fools.” You teased Taika, poking his side and sticking your tongue out at him.

“Watch” Taika said, putting his arm around your shoulders and looking towards Tom. “How many swigs did we all take?”

Tom laughed, “I’m sorry darling, but he’s telling you the truth.”  

“Fine, fine.” You opened the bottle and took three swigs, handing it to Taika. “Catch up, then.”

Tom started thinking about the compliment you had given him as he took his third swig of Tequila. He felt flattered that you felt that way, but it also reminded him of one of the notes he had found stuck to his trailer door.

“Okay, we need to re-block this whole scene. It just did not translate from script to screen…” The four of you worked on a few line changes and mapped out a better way to execute the scene for over two hours.

There was a bit of dialogue that Taika felt was getting lost that he really just didn’t want to let go of. “We may just have to mess with this tomorrow while we’re filming.”

“Or you could have Loki say it instead of Thor.” You suggested.

“Could do.” You could tell that Taika was thinking it over.

“Here you have Thor immediately going into another hard-hitting line” you explained. “If that line comes from Loki, it makes it less likely to get lost.”

“I think that will fix this problem too” Chris started underlining other parts of the dialogue.

“What do you think?” Taika looked at Tom.

“I mean, I personally think Loki has already evolved enough at that point in the script that it suits him quite nicely.” Tom explained in a way only Tom can explain.

“I agree” you said. “You guys make Loki grow quite a bit in this film and as usual, Tom is hitting it out of the park. I’m 100% confident he will have conveyed that message to the audience by this point.”

“Thank you for your vote of confidence.” Again, Tom was flattered. However, he was growing more and more suspicious that you were Casper.

“Always” you replied, smiling at Tom as you finished your coffee.

“Let me type this up and we can table read it.” Taika grabbed the papers and went to the other side of the trailer where his computer was set up.

“While you do that, I’m going to steal your restroom for a moment.” Chris stood, throwing his empty coffee cup away and closing the bathroom door. Chris joined Taika a moment later.

“Y/n?” Tom said, kind of quietly.

“What’s up?” Your elbows were resting on the table with your chin sat on your hands.

“Can I ask you something?” Tom didn’t want to bring it up in front of anyone. He didn’t want the notes to stop, but he had to know.

Tom looked a bit serious, but you didn’t know why. “Of course.”

“Are you…” He stopped, reaching his hand into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet. “Is this you?”

Your eyes went wide as Tom pulled a small stack of pink sticky notes out of his wallet, laying them down next to each other. There must have been 10 of them in total. You were touched that he actually kept them. Sometimes you felt silly leaving them for people not knowing if they appreciated them. You tried to play it off, laughing. “I thought those were from Taika?”

He pointed at one of them, reading it quietly. “I tried the tea you always drink. I don’t think it could ever replace my love of coffee, but I wanted you to know it pairs well with a good book.” He pointed to another note. “I know you paid for everyone to Uber home after our last night out. I just wanted to tell you I appreciate you. Thank you for always looking out for us.” You could feel his eyes on you as he moved his hand to a third note. “I envy your ability to capture a room. You’ve got an amazing knack for making those watching you feel whatever emotion you’re trying to convey.” When Tom’s hand moved to the fourth note, you heard Taika’s printer turn on.

“Put them away” you said, trying to stack them quickly. Chris started walking towards you and you grabbed the small stack you had gathered and put them in your pocket.

Tom put the rest back in his wallet. “What do you think?” he asked Taika about the changes he had made.

“I think tomorrow is going to be a lot fuckin’ better.” He passed the printed copies around after joining the two of you back at the table.

Tom’s line went over great, and the dialogue flowed much more smoothly. All of the other changes made the scene feel more natural. When Taika called it a night, Chris laid down on the couch refusing to go back to his own trailer.

“Can I walk you to yours?” Tom asked as you stepped out of Taika’s trailer.

The two of you walked back to your trailer in comfortable silence, tired and a little drunk. When you got to the door, you turned around and pulled the pink notes out of your pocket.

“Please don’t tell anyone?” You placed the notes in Tom’s hand.

“I didn’t plan on it” he replied, tucking them neatly back into his wallet.

“I feel silly now that someone knows it was me. Why did you keep them?” You had to ask. You assumed, at most, that people read them, smiled, and threw them away.

“Hmm…” Tom laughed humorlessly, his eyes focused on his wallet. “I think you’re doing a lot more than you realize when you leave your ‘silly’ little notes.”

His response caught you off guard. He almost sounded…sad? Serious?

“Y/n, I’ve had to work with actors and crew that have made filming a project miserable. Whether they were rude or critical or just an absolute diva, there is always someone to bring the room down.” He put his wallet away and looked you in the eyes. “I wish you knew how many of us have kept these notes. Taika has them in the glovebox of his car. The catwalk above the set is covered in notes you’ve left the crew. They’re stuck all over the mirrors in the make-up trailer so that the cast sees them first thing in the morning.”

Your eyes went wide. “What?”

Tom put his hands on each of your arms as if to ensure you were paying attention. “An encouraging word or a genuine compliment can change someone’s entire day, y/n. You have no way of knowing what life has dealt any of these people. They could be depressed or stressed out or wishing they hadn’t woken up that morning…and all of a sudden they receive a tiny bit of kindness from someone and it makes it that much easier to get through another day. Maybe even with a smile on their face.”

Tom wore a soft smile and even though you felt a bit overwhelmed, you couldn’t help but smile back. “Thank you for telling me that.” You moved towards him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Please don’t forget it.” Tom pulled back a bit and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “I hope you get a good night’s sleep.”

“You, too.” You watched Tom walk away before slipping into your shared trailer.

Over the next few weeks, Tom had left you multiple green sticky notes with compliments written on them.

“You looked stunning yesterday”

“Thank you for still being a good listener when I go on rants about things you couldn’t care less about”

“Taika was bragging about you to someone on the phone. I just wanted you to know. I know sometimes you hesitate to suggest your ideas, but you shouldn’t.”

“I appreciate how much time you spend making this a better set to work on.”

“You are an incredible friend.”

You’d find at least one note a day and for every note he left you, you’d leave one for him. The two of you got quite a bit closer after he found out about your secret. You’d spend breaks on set together and often times wound up back in Taika’s trailer with him and Chris. You cuddled and flirted and shared more than a few loving glances, but you never went any further. It felt like it was turning into something more, but Tom was such a gentleman you couldn’t tell.

The note you found this morning, however, completely caught you off guard. The filming was almost done and everyone’s time on set was almost over. You had just sat down next to the director’s chair and opened your laptop. There, stuck to the screen, was a green sticky note. “Darling, would you please be mine?”

You looked up at Tom on stage only to find him already looking at you. He lifted his brow and tilted his head, waiting for your response. You couldn’t help but smile as you nodded ‘yes’.

Taika looked between you, noticing the interaction and intentionally teasing you. “Oi, what’s this then?”

Tom turned, trying to hide his grin by talking to Chris. You closed your laptop to hide the sticky note.

“Nah, I saw you two. Don’t pretend like I’m crazy.” Taika was still looking back and forth between you and Tom.

“Maybe you’re still drunk from last night” you teased, putting your laptop in its bag so you could retrieve the note later.

“Oh, sure.” He dropped it, knowing he’d bring it up tonight when you all gathered in his trailer.

The rest of the filming flew by crazy fast. You and Tom had decided that you would go stay with him in New York until the press junkets and interviews started. When the premier rolled around, you two were already publicly dating so you got to escort him down the red carpet. It had been just over a year since the two of you had started dating.

As the credits for the film started rolling, you felt like you were walking down memory lane. So many people go into making movies of this scale and watching all of the names roll by, one by one, really puts that into perspective. You’d met almost all of these people and worked closely with quite a few of them. As the credits came to an end, you saw that Taika had added an extra credit.

The last few “SPECIAL THANKS” credits were in order as listed…

“The filmmakers acknowledge the assistance of the New Zealand Government’s Screen Production Grant”

“The filmmakers would like to acknowledge the Yugambeh and Bundjalung Peoples of Australia”

“The director would like to thank ‘Casper’, Ragnarok’s own personal friendly ghost”

It had been a year since you’d written one of those notes and it caught you off guard. Tom put his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I told you.”

You and Tom mingled amongst your friends at the after party. Taika was flying. He was so happy with how it turned out and grateful for such a positive response. Everyone in the cast was telling stories from filming and catching up with their friends. By the time you two got back to your hotel room, you were blissfully tipsy and exhausted. You slipped out of your dress and threw on a baggy t-shirt before washing your face and getting ready for bed. When you left the bathroom, you saw Tom sitting on the edge of the bed in his pajamas with a soft, warm smile gracing his beautiful face. He was wearing his glasses and his hair was a mess and he could not have been more attractive if he tried.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, pulling you to stand between his legs.

“Pretty good. How about yourself?” you put your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his.

“I think there’s only one thing that could make me happier in this moment.” He answered.

You thought he was being a bit cheeky, so you replied with, “oh, yeah? I wonder what that could be.”

Tom reached behind him on the bed and pulled out a small box with a worn, green sticky note on top of it. He didn’t say anything, letting you read it. It was the same note he had left stuck to your laptop screen. “Darling, would you please be mine?” Only now the word “forever” was written at the bottom.

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston x reader #Tom Hiddleston imagine #loki

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thirsty // tom holland

Summary: You and Tom read some thirst tweet for a BuzzFeed’s video

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: suggestive

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @amandalove​ for proofreading this! 💙

I got all of the thirst tweets from the BuzzFeed videos and some for Tom from an article from them. I don’t own any of them.

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“Hi guys, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“And I’m Tom Holland.”

“We are at BuzzFeed and we’re going to read some thirst tweets.”

Tom held the bucket for you and you picked a piece of paper. “Y/N Y/L/N is literally the most beautiful human ever. Goodbye,” you read. That was a very good start. “Have you seen Megan Fox or Blake Lively? There are so many more beautiful people out there.”

Your boyfriend took the paper from your hand. “I agree with them,” he said, staring straight at the camera and pointing at you. “Have you looked at her? She’s a work of art.” You smiled at him and leaned to place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, love.”

“Tom Holland is a precious bean, protect him,” Tom read. “That’s sweet. We are starting soft.”

“I think it’s gonna get worse as we continue.” You have watched some of the other celebs videos before so you knew what you got yourself into, and you knew things could get very spicy.

“Y/N Y/L/N is like a fine mixture of sexy and cute and seductive like damn girl. Thank you, I’m flattered. This is really boosting my self-esteem.”

“Tom Holland isn't just a snack he's the whole meal,” your boyfriend read. “That wasn’t that bad.”

”Y/N Y/L/N can choke me and run me over and I would say thank you and sorry for the dent in the car,” you laughed. You have seen a lot of tweets like these addressed to other people, but you never thought you would get one.

“Why would someone want to be run over by a car?” Tom asked confused. “People are into some weird shit.”

You wiped a tear from your laughing and handed the bucket to him. “I saw Spider-Man last night and Tom Holland is the purest thing in this world which is saying something because my dog exists. That’s nice. Thank you.”

“If I ever met @YOURUSERNAME I would let her roar the fuck out of me.” You frowned. “What does roar mean?”

“Whatever it is, she wouldn’t do it. Sorry, mate.” Tom took the paper from your hands and tossed it aside.

You held the bucket for him and he picked his next tweet “Tom Holland has set the standard for all Spiderman's and that's the tea.”

You nodded in agreement. “Very true.” You picked another tweet out of the bucket “Y/N Y/L/N is one fine azz woman. Thank you. That’s… that’s nice.”

“When are people going to realize that Tom Holland truly is one of the best actors of our generation?”

“I ask myself that every day,” you quickly replied.

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you to think that,” Tom said before picking a tweet and handing it to you.

“Y/N Y/L/N looks a lot Iike my next girlfriend,” you read, and before you even had the chance to respond, your boyfriend did it for you.

“Maybe somewhere else in the multiverse, but not in this one. Sorry, mate.”

You weren’t gonna argue with that.

“Tom Holland shirtless in Spider-Man Homecoming is my new obsession.”

“And you saw that through a screen. Imagine seeing it in person.” You faked being sweaty, and your boyfriend laughed at your antics.

You picked out another one. “I don’t think I can handle how hot Y/N Y/L/N is. I’m crying. Don’t cry. I’m not all that hot — “

“Yes, you are.” Your boyfriend argued with your statement.

You look at him. “I look like shit when I wake up.”

Tom looked at you with a serious expression on his face. “No, you don’t. You always look stunning.”

You smiled at him. “You’re too sweet to me.”

“Just honest.”

“Daily reminder: Tom Holland is daddy af.”

“Oh, remember that time we were at the mall and someone yelled “zaddy” to you?” You laughed at the memory and looked straight at the camera. “If you are watching this, thank you. You made my day.”

"Y/N's boobs are my favorite thing." You covered your face in embarrassment. “Um… Thank you. My boobs appreciate your compliment.”

“I mean… Your boobs are amazing but your personality is way much better.” You felt your heart melt at your boyfriend's words.

“I love how everyone can agree that Tom Holland is hot af and daddy material, even the lesbians,” he read. “That’s… that’s a really nice one.”

“You are keeping that?” You laughed when you saw that he didn’t toss it out. Instead, he put it inside his pocket.

“I’m gonna hold onto that one.”

You shook your head and picked another tweet for you. “Y/N Y/L/N can get it anytime.”

“She doesn’t want it. But thank you for the offer.” Tom took the tweet from your hand and tossed it aside just like he had done before with the previous tweet.

“Tom Holland is both sexy and cute and it’s really affecting my sanity”

“Same, girl,” you commented, and picked out another tweet. “Y/N Y/L/N owns my ass.”

“She already owns an ass, and it’s a great one if I say so myself.”

“You do have a lil cute ass.”

Your boyfriend looked at you offended, “I don’t have a lil ass.”

You laughed, “I know. I’m just kidding, love.”

You handed the bucket to him and he picked a piece of paper, "My ideal weight is Tom Holland on top of me."

“Mine too!” you grinned.

“Oh my god… Mum, if you're watching this, please stop.”

You laughed and picked another tweet from the bucket. “Y/N Y/L/N can stick her tongue down my throat I guess.”

“I guess I can, but I’m not going to.” You shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“I think if Tom Holland were any more perfect, my eyes would have a meltdown and I’d go blind. That’s very nice. But I’m far from perfect.”

“You are perfect for me.”

Your boyfriend’s gaze filled with adoration landed on you. “Thank you, darling.” He pulled your chair closer to him as he threw an arm around you and placed a kiss on your temple.

“Y/N Y/L/N is the most perfect human ever, I love her so much. I wish I could rub her nipples & lick cheese off her butt.” This one made you a little uncomfortable. “Um… that’s really specific.” You didn’t know what else to say.

“You shouldn’t put that on the internet.” Tom's voice was serious and you could see how he was clenching his mouth. You put a hand on his legs, letting him know everything was fine.

“I’ll pretend that my body pillow is Tom Holland.”

“I’ll tell you, he is an amazing pillow but he is MY pillow. So back off.” You turned to look at your boyfriend, he was given an amused look to you. “Any comments?”

“Not at all, ma’am.”

“Y/N Y/L/N I love you with your glowing skin and your perfect face I just want to hug you bc you are the love of my life. This is probably one of the sweetest things ever.” You looked down at the tweet again. “I’m keeping this, I’m gonna frame it and look at it when I’m sad.”

“Tom Holland fuck me in the ass with that English accent,” he read. “Is that even possible?” Tom frowned looking at the tweet and then giving the camera a confused look.

“Why does it have to be him, though?” you questioned. “Hiddleston, Paul, and Ben also have English accents. So, you know, go and ask them.”

“I can’t believe Y/N Y/L/N invented being sexy,” you laughed. “I find it hard to believe, to the point of knowing that’s not true.” You paused for a second, before speaking again. “Who was it that invented being sexy?” you wondered. “Like, when was sexy invented?”

“Is that something that worries you now?”

“Well, it’s an interesting subject!” You defended yourself before handing the bucket to your boyfriend. “This is the last one, better be good.”

“I have a whole Pinterest board dedicated to Tom Holland’s abs because fine art must be recognized.”

“Yeah, girl!” you beamed. “Also, can you share that board with me?” you whispered like it was a secret. “And that’s it… It wasn’t that bad.”

Your boyfriend glanced at you. “That’s your opinion.”

“Oh c’mon, you can’t tell me you didn’t have fun!”

“I would rather be roasted by Anthony and Sebastian.”

“That’s saying a lot…”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland one shot #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfic #peter parker one shot

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Hi! I’d love a story about Negan being a serial killer who only kills “bad people” (like in Dexter) and maybe he saves the reader from her ex who’s about to kill her and Negan can save her and takes her in because she’s a mess but she’s actually a killer herself (who kills rapists etc/ only the bad ones) and Negan and the reader start fighting and then get caught up in steamy hot sex 🥵 thank you!

Savior - Negan Killer AU

Warnings: Warnings: GORE + violence, smut, domestic abuse, swearing, dirty talk ig? idk how to tag this lol

A/N: hey! i struggled over this one for a while lol. ive only seen like. 3? episodes of dexter so. i really hope this meets your expectations! also forgive any mistakes its late, im tired, and i wanna get this up lol. also, is negan batman? maybe. 3.7k words

"Will, stop you're hurting me!" I hissed, grabbing at his wrist. He tugged me out of the bustling restaurant and into the dark street.

"I don't really give a shit," He snarled, throwing me into a secluded alleyway a few buildings down from the restaurant. Will had taken me out to a business dinner with his boss in hopes of showing me off and making a good impression. But things didn't quite go according to plan. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone!" He pushed me against the brick wall of the closed department store.

"What was I supposed to do?" I sneered, trying to wiggle away from him "He kept commenting on my body, saying how he wished he could take me home at the end of the night and do all kinds of 'unspeakable things to me'."

"You were just supposed to shut up and take it!" Will said, voice filled with rage "But no, you and your untamable fucking complex just couldn't handle a compliment. You threw your drink in his face! You're lucky he didn't fire me right then and there. You made me look like some pussy who can't control his whore."

"You're an asshole." I shouted, tears welling at the edges of my eyes. Will's face contorted further into a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" He seethed, clasping his hand tightly around my throat and constricting his fingers around my airway.

"I said you're an asshole who cares more about his dead-end career than his fucking girlfriend." I croaked. I hated him. I hated him so much. My vision clouded with the combination of disgust, loathing, and lack of oxygen, so I hit him where I knew it hurt. "There's a reason you needed me for arm candy tonight. It's 'cause you're a boring, piece-of-shit, lowlife who has no skill whatsoever. How does it feel knowing you need me to make something of yourself?" With that, he threw me to the ground by my throat. He wasted no time and pinned me to the cold concrete. His knees dug into my shoulders and his hand flew to his back pocket, whipping out the switchblade he carried as a precaution against mugging. My eyes widened as they caught a glint of the moonlight off the sharp knife. He brought the blade up to my throat and slapped me over the cheek harshly with his free hand.

"You better take back those words, bitch," He hissed, pressing the blade into the soft skin of my jugular "or they might just be your last." A dribble of blood ran down my neck with the pressure. Realization flashed through my mind. I could die right then. That could have been my last moment. Was I scared? No. Why wasn't I scared? Maybe it had to do with the shadowy figure that was slowly approaching us from the ally entrance.

There was plenty of time for me to warn Will that someone was coming. But I didn't. Instead, I stayed quiet and watched as the shadow figure pulled Will from my body with ease and tossed him to the side. Everything was kind of a blur. I was still oxygen starved and filled with a whirl-wind of emotion. I heard Will cry out in surprise and indignance. The shadow figure said nothing. It saw the switchblade with a steady line of my blood. It kicked Will in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Then it lifted up a baseball bat over its head and cracked it down over Will's skull. He continued to beat Will until he stopped squirming. The shadow figure paused and swung the bat over his shoulder. I had regained my breath and pushed myself to my elbows. The shadow noticed me moving and took a few heavy steps in my direction. I squirmed away slightly, instincts telling me to get away from the thing that had just pulverized my boyfriend. The shadow entered a stream of moonlight. It was a man. He had peppered hair and a blood-speckled face. He had dark brown eyes and a small smile perched on his lips.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He said. His voice was deep. I was partially surprised. He wasn't a bulky man. He was tall and had a broad frame, but his limbs were long and his body was lithe. He wore a leather jacket and his boots were slick with what I could only assume were Will's brains. I didn't want to look at his bat.

"W-Why did you do that?" I whispered. It was all I could muster.

"He was going to kill you." The man sounded confused, like I was supposed to know who he was and why he saved me.

"You don't know that." My voice was quiet. My eyes were glued to a spot behind the man, unblinking. He let out a throaty chuckle and dropped to a squat, leveling with me.

"Doll, he had a knife pressed to your throat," His words were gentle "Looked like he was gonna fuckin' kill you." He hesitantly reached out two fingers in the direction of my face. I didn't move. He was wearing leather gloves. The ridged fabric ran along my injuries. "Seems like he did some damage before I could step in. Damn. Sorry about that. Listen, I live a few streets down. If you want, I can get you cleaned up."

"Okay," I said softly. I let him help me up to my feet. He guided me along with one arm while holding his bat with the other. As we walked out of the alley I couldn't help but look down at Will, or what remained of him at least. His forehead was split in half, a pool of chunky blood bubbling on the ground. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to swallow the bile that had risen in my throat. And yet, I didn't feel sad. I didn't mourn him. Maybe it was shock, maybe it wasn't. "Thank you?" I murmured, though it was more of a question. The man and I stepped out onto the street and I was grateful there was no one around to see us leaving the scene of a very heinous-looking crime.

"No problem, doll," The man hummed, setting a brisk pace down the sidewalk. "The name's Negan, by the way." Cool. Negan: my Savior.

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"So you're like Batman?" I asked Negan as he dabbed the blood away from my neck. He gave a short chuckle and tore away the sticky part of the band-aid.

"I guess you can say that," he mused, splaying the bandage over the cut the knife had left "but I specifically go for people that I know have hurt others. The baddies, if you will."

"Is that legal?" I tilted my head, crossing my ankles as they dangled over the bathroom counter. My palms were flat on the surface of Negan's marble sink top, fiddling with the wrappers of the medical supplies he had used to clean and bandage my small cuts and bruises.

"I haven't been caught," Negan shrugged "besides, it's less work for the police. They don't have to do any interrogation bullshit or anything. I usually catch people in the act, like tonight. Then I do my thing."

"Do you kill everyone?"

"Only the bad people," He reminded, tossing away a bloody tissue "only people who have hurt others. But, yes, usually the offender ends up on the business end of Lucille over there." He pointed out the door into the living room, where the still-bloody bat rested against a chair. I furrowed my brow.

"Well, doesn't that make you a bad guy?" I pressed. He tapped my knee and I dropped down to the tile floor, tucking my hair behind my ear and gathering some of the scraps.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you still kill people, right? Even if they're bad? So doesn't that still make you a killer?" Negan was quiet for a minute. "Let's put it this way," I continued "What would you do if you came across someone who was like you; someone who hurt the bad people. Would you still kill them. They're hurting people." Negan took a deep breath and let it out with a contemplative sigh, itching his bearded chin.

"I'm not sure," He mused "I've never really thought about it before. See, I don't consider myself a bad person per say. Yea, what I'm doing might be considered fucked up. But I'm doing it for the right reason. I'm protecting people by attacking their attackers. In the end, someone's saved." He brushed off his hands and led me out of the bathroom, flicking the light off. "Would you rather me not have saved you tonight?"

"No," I said immediately "thank you. Really, thank you. You saved my life. Will is...was...always a dick, but I never thought he'd actually hurt me. I guess that proves people can have a whole bunch of layers." Negan nodded and moved to the kitchen. He raised a bottle of whiskey as an offering. I shook my head but he poured himself a glass.

"I was just doing my job," Negan grinned sympathetically "I'm sorry your boyfriend was an asshole who tried to murder you." I shrugged, amusement in my eyes.

"Eh, it happens to everyone." I smiled as he let out another laugh. I felt as if I shouldn't be laughing, but at the same time, everyone has their own responses to almost getting stabbed to death in an alley. So I let myself have this moment. Besides, Negan was a good guy to be around. He made me feel safe, comfortable, secure. Everything I needed right now. "So, Negan, what do you do? Surely vigilante-ing can't pay well, and this apartment is really nice."

"I'm a retired baseball player," Negan said, sipping his whiskey and settling into one of the armchairs in the living room "Hence the bat."

"Were you any good?" I asked. He let out a loud scoff.

"Was I any good?" He mocked "Sweetheart, I have a whole damn trophy room. I was fucking amazing. I just got old."

"So you're rich with no real job, you kill bad guys, and you have a massive ego," I listed "You really are like Batman, aren't you?"

~~~

Negan let me stay on his couch that night. It was leather, like everything else that man seemed to own, but it was comfortable. I woke up to the smell of bacon filling the air. I groaned and rubbed my fists against my eyes, clearing them of sleep. I stretched my arms above my head in a yawn and rolled off the couch, stumbling into the kitchen. Negan was hunched over the bubbling pan, dodging pellets of grease as they shot up at him.

"Smells good!" I purred, closing my eyes and taking a deep inhale.

"Good," He grumbled "You better fucking enjoy it because I've gotten burned at least three times." I laughed and walked up to him examining the small red patches that dotted his arms.

"You didn't have to make me breakfast you know."

"Yea, but I wanted to make sure you were comfortable," He sighed, turning off the stove and scooping the cooked bacon onto a paper towel. "Besides, I was craving some bacon when I woke up. I haven't had someone to share a meal with in a while."

"Well, if you want, you can come by my house for dinner." I offered, crunching down on a piece of bacon "I've been meaning to whip out the family alfredo recipe for a while, maybe a hot date would give me that incentive." I gave him a playful wink and he chuckled.

"Sure thing, doll," He hummed, putting the pan in the sink "I love me some fucking spaghetti. I'll see you around seven?"

"Sounds good."

~~~

I ran down the sidewalk, chest heaving. There was enough darkness to cover me, but I still kept my head down to prevent recognition. I held my hands close to my stomach, praying that the blood on my fingers wouldn't drip on the pavement and leave a trail. I had been on my way home from the store when I heard some commotion coming from an alley. My first instinct was to run, but then I heard the girl crying for help. Negan came to mind, what he did, how he helped people. I couldn't turn away. I marched down the alley and saw a greasy man pinning a woman to the wall of a building. Flashbacks of the night before hit me like a train. I looked on top of the alley dumpster  and saw a crowbar perched on one of the lids. I grabbed it and stormed up to the man, whacking him upside the head with the weapon. I kicked him to the side and brought the crowbar over my head before swinging it down. It connected with his face in a sickening 'thwack.' I thought of Will. I thought of what might of happened if Negan had never stopped him. I thought of all the times that bastard had gotten drunk and told me I was nothing. I let the rage bubble up and fuel my beating. By the time I was pulled back into the moment, my muscles were screaming, the woman was gone, and the man's face was unrecognizable. I tossed the crowbar into the dumpster and ran back home.

Dried blood is extremely hard to wash off. It sticks to your skin in flakes, creating a pattern of red veins crawling over your hands. Fuck. I scrubbed as hard as I could under the rushing water of the sink, pumping more and more soap into my hand. It was under my fingernails. It was stuck in my palm prints. Shit, did I leave fingerprints at the scene? Would they be coming for me? With a hiss, I rubbed even harder at my skin, small flecks of blood turning the sink water red.

Suddenly, my door opened.

"I'm ready for my s'getties!" Negan boomed with a wide smile. My head whipped around, looking at him with wide eyes. His grin faded and he crossed the room in record time, grabbing my wrists and turning the sink off. "Is this fucking blood?" He snarled, bringing my hands up to my face. I clenched my jaw and dropped my eyes to my feet. "Jesus, who's is it? Answer me!"

"I-I heard someone screaming on the way home," I said quietly, eyes still downcast "I thought I would help..." His jaw went slack and he let go of my hands, running his fingers through his hair.

"Jesus fuck, you can't just go around killing people!"

"Why not?" I snapped, eyes meeting his "You do it all the time? What's the difference? Why can't I help people?"

"Because it...Because you just can't!" Negan growled, shaking his head.

"Why are you so special?" I hissed back, drying my hands off on a towel before tossing it at him "It's not like you can get a permit for fucking murder. Why do you do it, anyways? Is it some perverted thing? Do you get off on saving people from attackers?"

"Watch yourself." Negan warned, eyes darkening.

"Pfft, or what?" I laughed, tossing my head back "What are you gonna do, kill me? I'm not afraid of you, Negan." As soon as the words left my mouth, he charged me. His hand flew to my throat, squeezing my airway lightly. His hips pressed me against the counter. I let out a small gasp when he shoved his face next to mine.

"Oh, but doll, you really fucking should be." He spat, curling his lip "I could snap your neck right here, right now." He gave a small squeeze to emphasize his words. I let out a strangled moan. We both froze. "Are you turned on right now?" He muttered, furrowing his brow. I licked my lips and squirmed in his grip, pressing my thighs together slightly in an effort to alleviate the warm pressure growing in my belly.

"No," I lied, voice weak. A sinister grin curled over the bottom half of his face and he licked his tongue over his teeth.

"And I'm the perv, huh?" He sucked on my earlobe and peppered kisses down my jawline "Sweetheart, tell me, do you want me to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours? Do you want me to make you cum harder than you ever have?" I whimpered at his dirty mouth. "Use your words, doll, or I'll leave right fucking now."

"Y-Yes!" I breathed as Negan's lips sucked on the sweet spot right beneath my ear.

"Yes, what, princess?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me, please!" I groaned, clawing at his shirt. He let out a short chuckle, muttering something about how needy I was, but I didn't care. Right now, the only thought running through my head was that I needed Negan. I needed all of him. And damn me if I wasn't going to get it.

We clawed at each other's clothes like rabid animals. Once we were completely bare, Negan moved his kisses down my body. His large, calloused hands kneaded my breasts, twisting my nipples between his thumbs. My arms flew around his neck and I dragged my fingernails up his back. He shivered against my touch and slid his hands further down my body. They settled firmly on my hips as he captured my lips in a fervent kiss.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he grunted, pulling back for air. I looked at him. His tawny eyes were now black, pupils far beyond dilated with lust. Both of our lips were swollen and red from the intensity of our kisses. Negan's chest inflated and deflated quickly as his eyes roamed over my body. "You're so damn perfect." I smiled sheepishly and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, looking up at him through lidded eyes.

"You're not so bad yourself," I reached out my hand and used my pointer finger to draw a line from his collar bone down the center of his chest and through his navel, finally ending right over his pulsing cock. He sucked in a breath as my fingers closed around him. My thumb swept over the hot tip, gathering precum on the pad of my finger and rubbing it around.

"Shit," He hissed as I slowly pumped him "I'm not gonna fucking last if you keep doing that." He gently pried my hand away and took a step closer to me. I could feel his hardened length resting against the inside of my thigh. The thought of him being so close made a burst of heat rush down between my thighs. Negan took a long finger and ran it through my folds, collecting my wetness. I moaned as he teasingly dipped the first knuckle into me. He pulled back and let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl," he chuckled, raising his finger to my face "You're fucking dripping. Who's that for?" His slick-coated fingers glistened in the light of my apartment. I let out a deep groan as he slid them between his lips and sucked.

"You, Negan!" I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist "It's all for you." A wolfish grin spread over his features as he tugged me off him and pulled me down off the counter. He spun me around and pressed gently between my shoulder blades until my chest was flat against the cold surface.

"Then if you don't mind," Negan cooed, lining himself up with my entrance "I'm going to take what belongs to me." With that, he slowly pushed into me. I gasped at the stretch, balling my hands into fists as he continued to split me open.

"Fucking shit," he groaned once he bottomed out "you're tight as hell. I bet you've never had a dick as big as mine." He pulled out slightly and I let out a moan at the growing emptiness inside. The moan soon turned to a yelp when he brought down his hand against my ass. The smack was loud and he rubbed the red spot tenderly. "Have you?"

"N-No!" I gasped when he thrusted into me for the first time "Never. Fuck, you feel so good." Negan's thrusts sped up, his hips snapping against my ass in an obscene rhythm. Grunts and moans of pleasure slipped from both of our lips as he plowed unapologetically into me. I could feel every inch of him. He was hitting every spot, dragging against my walls in a sinfully perfect way.

"You're doing so good," He purred, kissing and biting my shoulder "So good for me. You're so perfect." I tossed my head back and he grabbed my chin, tilting my face towards him so he could give me another bruising kiss. I could only keep up for so long, though, and the white bliss of pleasure he was giving me soon became overwhelming. My jaw went slack and my head dropped against the cool tile of the counter in an attempt to ground myself in the moment. "I want you to cum, doll, cum around me. Wanna feel those walls squeeze me." His thrusts were starting to become sloppy and I could tell he was getting to his end. One of his fingers danced down my spine and found its way to my clit. He circled it with just enough pressure to get me to the edge that I was so willing to jump off. "Now." Negan growled. I obeyed, feeling the band in my lower abdomen snapping violently. We reached our releases simultaneously. My walls clenched around him, milking him of every drop. I screwed my eyes shut and screamed his name, holding in a large breath as the world around me spun. Negan eventually pulled himself out and collapsed on top of me. We both were breathing heavily, sweaty bodies entangled as well as we could over a counter. I swallowed, my throat dry from panting through my orgasm. When my eyes fluttered open, I could see Negan's thumb tracing circles over the love bites that were starting to darken on my shoulders.

"Are you going to kill me?" I rasped, running a hand through my wild hair "I guess I'm a bad person now." Negan chuckled, still out of breath.

"I think I'll make an exception," He mused, pressing a sweet kiss to the shell of my ear "I don't think I'm ready to let you go just yet."

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supermodel (2) | jjk

your story with jungkook never seems to end, yet you’re still worried about how it’s gonna end.

pairing: ex-bf!jk x thick!reader

warnings: TOXIC (i cannot stress this enough shit is hella toxic), yn is kinda (very) dumb, jungkook is an actual asshole, borderline mental abuse, infidelity, more insecuritiiiies, mentions/hints of sex, etc.

part one part three

There you were in his arms again, with only your panties and his shirt on.

At this point, you couldn’t even explain yourself. You were guilty, but you know what they say; love hurts.

With his arms wrapped around you and you clinging to him like that, you couldn’t care less about what was gonna happen next. You knew you were probably gonna have a mental breakdown when you go back to the dorms but for now, you were okay.

After he came over that night, he contacted you again. He said he didn’t want this to be serious, he wanted it to be a solely sexual relationship.

“You know, you’re the first girl I’ve been with, who seems to like getting hurt and degraded”, he sighs against your hair. “Sometimes I feel like you can’t get enough of it.”

You stayed silent. What were you supposed to do anyway? Tell him he’s right and stay like this for a while or react defensively and start an endless argument? You chose the first one.

“You’re the only woman that’d let me do all this stuff and still love me. Maybe that’s why I came back to you.”

Holding back the tears, you cling closer to his larger body, as if you were using him as some kind of shield. He thought you were an easy target and forgiving. What else would a man want from a woman he was only interested in fucking, a side piece? Even if she’s in love with him, she was gonna ignore that just to spend as much time with him as possible.

“It’s not like you actually came back.”, you responded, keeping your voice as stable as you could. “We’re just fucking.”

Jungkook sighed deeply, most likely noticing your petty undertone. “Don’t be like that. We aren’t fucking right now.”

You weren’t sure what point exactly he was trying to prove, you agreed to be his side chick. Did he think you didn’t know what a side chick was supposed to do? Because you did know, you just secretly thought you guys were meant to be, you weren’t just some side piece.

Looking around the motel room, your stomach began feeling weird. He wasn’t usually cheap, but you guessed he thought a side chick didn’t deserve a better environment than a cheap motel room rent for a night.

“Because we literally just did.”, you calmly said. You weren’t trying to piss him off.

But Jungkook wasn’t having it. Out of nowhere, he shoved you aside and put his hands over his face, noticeably frustrated.

“What happened?”, you weren't sure if asking that was the best option.

Jungkook turns his body to you. “What happened?? You keep on fucking me up and being a bitch about all this and you ask me what happened?”

He was so furious, his eyes were dark and his face was screwed up. You were now both standing, his tall figure towering over yours.

You saw his hand forming a fist and it would’ve been a lie if you said you weren’t terrified. He hasn’t touched you once throughout your relationship, but you never know.

“I didn’t even say anything. Maybe you’re just a little too sensitive.”, you were pouring salt on a wound at this point, but you didn’t want to be weak and let him talk to you like that.

“Me, sensitive?”, his tone was dangerously serene, as he leaned closer to your face. “If I wasn’t here with you, you'd probably still be crying over me. And you know where I’d be? Laying in bed with the beautiful model I have the privilege to call my girlfriend. Yn, I don’t need you. Don’t get bold with me, ‘cause we both know who’s gonna be heartbroken in the end.”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes, what did you get yourself into again? This wasn’t Jungkook’s fault, this wasn’t anybody’s fault but yours. You should’ve never opened up, you should’ve never said yes to being his side piece, you should’ve never been his girlfriend, to begin with. You stayed silent, but your loud sniffs and your uneven breathing said more than you could at the moment.

“I’m leaving.”, he announced coldly before throwing his black leather jacket over his broad shoulders, leaving you half-naked, crying on the poor-quality motel bed you just had sex on. When he got out of the motel room, you looked outside of the small window, watching him leave in the car he drove you here with.

Now, you had no other option than to call Jane to pick you up since your dorm was a half an hour walk away from the motel and you didn’t have the energy to walk for even a minute.

You weren’t sure if you had the energy for all the questions Jane was gonna ask you when she sees your mascara smeared face and your messy hair. Not to mention the motel. You weren’t a motel type of girl and she knew that.

Still, you called her and she answered almost immediately. “Yn? What happened? I thought you were gonna sleepover at your parents’?”

Sleepover at your parents’ house? You had almost forgotten the bad lie you told Jane just to have sex with Jungkook in this cheap-ass motel. And to think you were convinced you two were gonna stay the whole night.

“Uh”, you quickly coughed to cover up the voice cracks you got from crying. “Yeah, it’s a long story, please pick me up. I’ll text you the address.”

About 10 minutes later, Jane arrived and looked at you like you were out of your mind when you got into the car. “Yn, what the fuck? I was so worried about you. And this isn’t your parents’ house, this is a fucking motel. Did you meet a guy? Did he do something to you? Should I call the cops?”

“No, no, no, oh my god, please don’t”, you knew she was gonna ask a lot of questions. “I lied to you. So what actually happened was me and Jungkook reconnected an-“

She rolled her eyes. “Of course it was Jungkook. So I’m guessing he left you here?”

You hesitantly nodded.

“So when were you gonna tell me you ‘reconnected’ with him? When did you even ‘reconnect’ with him?”, she mockingly asked you. You weren’t blaming her for being pissed off, you’d have been too in this situation.

“A month ago? I think..”, you muttered.

“Hm”, Jane nodded, sighing at your naivety. “And when did he even break up with his model chick?”

You awkwardly looked away and Jane was hoping it wasn’t because of what she thought.

“He didn’t break up with her??”, Jane was beyond frustrated. “So.. you’re like his side chick now? Are we gonna stoop that low for men, yn?”

Jane always wanted the best for you and you knew she knew what was the best for you too, you were just too foolish. And too in love with a man you can’t force into loving you again.

“I know but please can we not talk about this right now? I just don’t feel like it.”, you asked, looking down on your fingers, ashamed of yourself.

“Alright, I’m sorry, babe.”, Jane hugged your side quickly, before starting the engine and heading back to the dorm. “You know I just want what’s best for you.”

You nodded, looking out of the window with your head full.

_

“Bella just texted me and said her birthday party will be 90s themed? Can’t she be a little more specific?”, Jane barged into the room, looking down on her phone in disbelief.

Bella was a person you two met at college in one of your shared classes. She was a sweetheart, but she was a little spoiled too. The only reason why she got into the college was that her rich daddy bribed them, but you couldn’t be mad, your parents would’ve done the same if they had the money.

She was extremely extroverted, a people person. She probably never had a boring day in her life with all the parties she threw whenever her dad and his 20 something-year-old girlfriend were on vacation or business trips. She even had some celebrity friends and would just casually post selfies with them on her Instagram story like it was a normal thing to do. She was basically living the dream, clueless about what real life for others really was about.

Jane had a love-hate relationship with Bella ever since they met. She thought Bella was a nice girl, but it was ‘unbearable’ to have a conversation with her because she was too self-centered to talk about anything else than herself.

You shrugged. “Just wear something Aaliyah would’ve worn.”

“Hm. Fair enough. It’s really not all that deep, actually.”, She said. “So what are you gonna wear?”

“I don’t even know if I’m going, Bella’s parties are boring.”, you answered honestly.

You really weren’t sure if you’d go. You did feel like seeing people and having a little fun but it wasn’t like you ever had fun at any of Bella’s parties. One time, a guy puked all over a new dress you bought just for the party, and another time, you were forced to drink 4 beer bottles. You hated beer.

“Why not? It’s gonna be fun and you’re coming.”, she decided for you, making you playfully roll your eyes. “And wear that black latex dress, I haven’t seen it on you in forever.”

To say that Jane was a fashionista would be an understatement. She was too invested in fashion to be bothered with anything else.

“Alright, but only if we don’t stay for long.”, you tried to compromise with her.

She nodded. “We gotta buy her presents though. Is there even anything she doesn’t have?”

You sighed, annoyed. “C’mon, there’s gonna be at least 200 people at that party, it’s not like she’ll notice if we just don’t get her anything. Besides, she’s rich as fuck.”

Jane snickered at your comment. “Girl, you must not know her, she checks every damn person and probably throws them out if they don’t buy her a Chanel bag or something. Bitch is a little crazy.”

It was amusing because you both knew that was exaggerated. Bella wasn't that serious about gifts. But let’s just say, for the money that her dad had, she was a little too greedy.

But you were too bothered with your own life than to worry about other's.

_

As soon as you arrived at Bella’s mansion, two security guards were standing in front of the door. They let you in as you showed them your invitations. It was a little bit extra, but that’s just how Bella was.

The first thing you noticed when you entered the house was the smell of sweat and weed. Already? You weren’t really surprised though.

Bella was standing there, wearing a skintight red dress that, ironically, didn’t really fit her own party’s theme. But she did look absolutely beautiful greeting her guests with the biggest smile on her glowing face. She had her strawberry blonde hair down in elegant beach curls and there were some cute butterfly clips placed in them.

You could recognize that it was her birthday from miles away. She was basically shining.

“Oh my god, Jane, Yn!! I’m so happy to see you guys!”, an overly keen Bella came, hugging you both with strength. “Oh, I see you got me something, girls you know you shouldn’t have!”

She tried hiding her smile at the bags in your hands, freeing the two of you from them immediately.

“It’s your birthday, Bella. We can’t just come here without any gifts, girl.”, Jane smiled. “Happy birthday.”

You looked to your side, admiring Jane’s acting skills. “Happy birthday, Bella! I can’t believe you’re 23 now.”

“I know right, if you were a year younger, you’d be as old as your dad’s girlfriend.”, Jane joked around, making Bella hysterically laugh.

“C’mon, almost everybody’s here already”, Bella excitedly pushed you towards the living room.

The room’s stench was even more unbearable than the one at the entrance, leaving you covering your nose for a second leaving out an ‘oof’.

The 90s trap music was heard extremely loudly through the whole house and there were people dancing and grinding. There were some couples that sat on one of the many couches, acting like they were in their own little world. It wasn’t very pleasant to watch, but you just chose to ignore it. The stench was something you couldn’t ignore though.

You were already bored out of your mind.

A few minutes of pure boredom and dry conversations passed then the music stopped playing and you could hear Bella’s voice calling for everybody’s attention. “I’m gonna open the presents now, so everybody come here and Daphne, please bring the gifts here so I can open them.”

Daphne was Bella’s personal maid. She never really talked, but she did everything she needed to. She brought all the bags to Bella one by one and you could’ve sworn she was trying not to cry out of happiness.

“Oh my god, Jackson”, She cried out as she pulled a pair of Saint Laurent shoes out of a box. “These are so beautiful. You even got the right size. Thank you so mu-“

“Bella, I’m so sorry we’re late, we had to run some errands”, a soft-spoken voice interrupted, making everybody in the room turn her way, just to see the charming model with none other than Jeon Jungkook by her side. Wow.

As soon as you turned your head to see who it was, you turned back around, looking at Jane to make sure she saw what you saw. You sent her a questioning, almost panicking look just for her to shrug.

“Yuki! It’s fine, girl. Come here, I’m opening my presents right now.”, The birthday girl exclaimed, making Yuki immediately hand her her gift.

Jungkook was just walking behind his girlfriend, making no type of noise whatsoever and you prayed he wouldn’t see you.

They sat down at an angle where you couldn’t help but look at them though and you were sure he looked at you for a split second as well. They looked beautiful together.

Bella just continued opening gifts and thanking everybody dearly, but you weren’t paying attention to that. You just zoned out for most of it. Those were a lot of gifts she got.

You couldn’t help but steal another glance at your ex-boyfriend and the girl besides him.

She looked even cuter in real life. Her cheeks had a natural blush to them and her hair was long and healthy. She was thin and her skin tone was warm and even.

You’ve always been insecure about your hyperpigmentation, but she didn’t seem to have any problems with how she looked. She was near damn perfect. Perfect wasn’t real, but if it was, it’d be her.

Jungkook probably never had a problem introducing her to his parents or his friends. You always felt like he had difficulties with that while he was dating you. He just wasn’t confrontational enough to tell you he was ashamed to have you as his girlfriend.

You seemed to be stuck in your place while everybody else was either dancing or making conversation.

Jane was sitting next to you, talking to a girl with blond box braids about a new movie that recently came out. You heard what they were saying, but it sounded like a foreign language to you since you weren’t focused.

“Yn? Are you okay?”, Jane whispered in your ear, hugging your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know they were invited.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine, Jane. It’s not your fault, I just kind of wanna go home.”

She looked at you apologetically. “Can’t we stay for a little while? I promise it won’t take long, I’m just actually having fun here.”

You had to admit you were being selfish, not just in that moment, but whenever it came to Jungkook. You’ve dragged Jane through all of your shit and never really thought about how she must feel like.

Nodding in response to her. “I’m gonna get myself something to drink.”

You finally stood up from your place, looking around unsure, feeling like you’re taking up so much space wherever you go, even when you were doing absolutely nothing.

You wore the latex dress, but only because Jane insisted and made sure you knew you looked good. She convinced you for maybe a second, but all those insecurities were coming back. You tried sucking in your stomach the whole night, but it just wasn’t enough.

You were asking yourself all kinds of questions. If your arms looked too fat and if your cellulite was visible, if your hip-dips were as noticeable to others as they were to you. You felt like everybody was looking and they were judging really hard.

All you wanted was to fade into oblivion.

You were feeling his eyes on your back and god, you wanted to look too but you fought the urge, just continued walking to the bathroom. You weren’t in the mood to drink after all.

Your gut feeling was telling you he was following, but you ignored it.

Until you were about to close the bathroom door and you saw black timberlands stepping between the door and the doorframe to stop you from closing it.

You sighed, opening the door, resulting in him getting in the bathroom with you.

“Why are you avoiding me?”, the handsome man facing you asked, brown eyes looking deep inside of yours.

“How can I avoid you when you didn’t even try talking to me?”, you asked back, looking away immediately.

You hated how your relationship was just a cycle of him hurting you and coming back, acting like he hadn’t done anything wrong. And he was so good at it too.

He chuckled darkly, letting his eyes glide down your body for a second just to look back into your eyes. “You know exactly what I mean, yn. Don’t play dumb.”

You did know what he meant.

“And? It’s not like I have anything to say to you.”

Jungkook came closer to you, softly wrapping one arm around your waist, whispering in your ear. “You don’t?”

You couldn’t believe how shameless he was, being so close to you while his girlfriend was a few meters away, outside of this door, probably thinking he’s getting her a drink or something. You wondered if he did the same thing to you when you were dating.

“Jungkook, stop. Your girlfriend is here.”, you tried to convince yourself you didn’t want it. “How can you even do this?”

“It’s nothing we haven’t done before, princess.”, He kissed your earlobe. “You can’t possibly think it’s okay when she’s not around, but not okay when she is. It’s the same thing.”

You knew he was right, besides, you were just as guilty as he was. You were messing around with a taken guy and the worst part was, you knew he was taken and you still did it.

“I know, but I wanna end whatever this is”, you hesitated to say. “It’s unhealthy and you already have a girlfriend, why don’t you go and kiss her, why me?”

You were avoiding this conversation ever since this started. Sometimes it’s hard talking about things you don’t actually want to hear about.

“What do you mean?”, Jungkook feigned confusion, but you knew better than to believe him. “It’s easier said than done, yn. We have a history together, you know that.”

“I do, but that’s all we are. History. And we should both get over it.”, you responded.

“But what if I don’t want to?”, it was more of a statement than a question, really. “What if I told you, you’re special to me?”

You were gonna have a meltdown if he continued with this. Why was he so fucking complicated? You knew he didn’t love you so what was it?

“But I’m not. The only reason why you come back is because you think I’m easy material. It’s because you were my first everything and it’s because you know exactly how much you mean to me.”, you cry out, tears coming up to ruin your makeup again. You wished you wouldn’t cry as much as you did. “You know I’ll always let you in, no matter what. I know I’m at fault too here and I’m not blaming you, but please for god’s sake, don’t make it worse on me.”

You looked in the mirror, almost not recognizing yourself. You felt detached from reality, but not in a good way at all.

Jungkook scoffed, looking down at you. “I know I shouldn’t have tried talking to you. It’s like you can’t even appreciate anybody showing you affection. I’m trying to prove to you, that you aren’t nothing to me and that’s the response that I get. Not everybody’s against you, yn, you’re just too insecure to notice. That’s why you haven’t ever had anybody showing you interest. It’s because you lack confidence and think the world revolves around you. But I did show you interest. In the past and now. But look at you. You haven’t changed at all, still the little yn who compares herself to other girls and thrives off of male attention, because you can’t believe that somebody could love you just for you when there’s skinnier, prettier girls walking around. So what if there are skinnier, prettier girls around? That’s reality, yn.”

You didn’t know what exactly you expected him to say, but that wasn’t it. Looking at him with big, teary eyes, is that really what he thought of you? Of course, it was. Because it was the truth. The cold, hard truth. Not sugarcoated. He knew you better than you wanted him to.

Without a single word leaving your dry lips, you open the door and run out, ignoring him calling your name and the weird stares people were giving you. You needed to find Jane.

Once you found her joking around with a bunch of random people, you go up to her. You most likely looked like you came out of a horror movie.

“Yn? What the fuck happened?”, she lightly took your face in her warm hands and caressed your cheek worriedly.

“Pl- please, can we just go home?”, you whimpered, thankful that everybody was respectful enough to turn around and focus on their stuff instead of ogling at you.

“Sure, sure. Come here”, she took you in her arms and walked you out of the mansion, not caring to say goodbye to anybody.

_

people who wanted to get tagged in pt. 2:

@1-in-abillion @sarcasmflowsinmyveins @chieftoadturkeynickel @madygswich @kb-bangtanenthusiast

thank you for the support love yall!! 💗

a/n: so i know most of yall probably wanted a happy ending but first of all this probably isn’t the ending:) and i wanted to portray it as realistically as possible. It’s really hard to get out of a toxic relationship especially when you’re so in love with them but i’ll see what i can do to make yn happy cuz girly’s going thru it. Btw this wasn’t proofread so there’s probably so many mistakes and i thought this was very underwhelming but i hope you guys like it thank you!

#jungkook #jungkook smut #bts #bts fic #bangtan smut #bts smut #jk smut #jk imagine #jeongguk #jeongguk imagine #jeongguk smut #jeongguk fanfiction #taehyung smut #jimin smut #hoseok smut #yoongi smut #seokjin smut #namjoon smut #jungkook x reader #jeongguk x female reader #thick thighs save lives

[mocha-tapioca]

Mario Kart but Even Worse

part two of the twst!au game night, where canon is thrown out the window and the only way people can legally strangle each other is via games! :) (also co-written w the bestie @starsunns)

“Well. It’s official.” Ace leaned against the arm of the couch, a huff of laughter coming from him as he tried stifling it to no avail. “You suck at Mario Kart.”

“Ah—“ Airi blinked as she was fished out of space once again. Turning to face her rival, she stuck her tongue out. “Well, pardon me, but I’ve never played Rainbow Road.”

“Look at the screen or else you’re gonna fall again.”

“Please, as if I—“

She fell again.

“…dammit.”

Saturdays were nice at NRC. Game night was a lot of fun, and even if there WAS a bit of rule breaking, it gave everyone a chance to relax.

You can’t relax with these two around though.

“Gah, no, I fell again-!”

“Then keep your eyes on the goddamn rainbow!”

“What do you THINK I’m doing?!”

Silver groaned, raking a hand through his hair as he stared at the two of them on the other couch, bemused. “Shut up for once and let me sleep…” he muttered softly.

“You shouldn’t have come to the game room then,” Lilia chided, humming as he watched the screen. “Every Saturday, we get the tamest war in this place. Might as well be able to watch.”

Deuce was also annoyed, mainly at Airi. “Oh no, oh no, come ON, Airi, I’m betting money on you here— nonono don’t FALL NO—“ he wailed and leaned his head back onto the couch as he gave a fistful of money to Floyd, who was grinning.

“This is why you don’t bet with Octavinelle~” he sang.

"'M gonna..." Deuce started before dropping off silently. No one commented, I mean, it was Deuce who was speaking, who really listened to him?

"Ah, Floyd, I think this is mine~," Lilia cooed softly, reaching over to grab the wad of cash Deuce had just given to him.

"What! I thought you'd forget," Floyd said, reaching back for the money that was just (not really) stolen straight from his hand. "I won that fair and square!"

"And I won this fair and square," Lilia shot back, looking through the money. "You're short two thousand though,"

"O~oh," a voice popped from behind them all, but no one turned to look. "Are you guys making bets without me?" Of course, it was Trey, not even that weird at that point. "Here's some money. Ace and Airi are going to fight, and then Ace is going to get angry and call me four-eyes, so then Airi gets angry and throws her controller at him, to which Ace dodges, and the controller hits Riddle,"

"That's way too specific," Floyd said, "I'm taking the chances,"

"I'll put my cards down," Lilia adds in.

Deuce shook his head. “Sorry, Trey, but I honestly doubt that’s gonna happen.”

Silver, who had given up on trying to sleep, also put a wad of money in. “I bet I saw this in a dream once. If they don’t shut up, might as well make them useful.”

Ace, who had been hearing him, scoffed. “Useful?! What am I, a hammer?” Honestly, he and Airi were aware of the betting. (A portion of the funds went to them anyway, so they let it go on. He didn’t think the rest of NRC would start doing it, but whatever. At least they get money out of it.)

Airi sniggered as she threw a shell at Ace, finally getting the hang of the controls. “You’re about as useful as a broken clock. Only two times a day, and completely trash the rest of it.”

“You’re one to talk, Miss ‘Kamek’s-fetched-me-out-of-space-with-a-fishing-rod-nine-times’!”

“See?” Airi remarked, starting the third lap. “That name’s solid proof you’re right only two times a day. True fact, but wow, you suck at naming.”

“Shut up, I’m winning,” Ace retorted, shoving Airi so she lost grip of her controller. “Oh look, gonna have to change the name to TEN times instead, huh?”

“Cheater-!” She responded to that by kicking him out of the way, snagging first place yet again.

From bystanders, the pair looked like they were this close to murdering each other. To be honest, they probably were.

And then Lilia pulled the move.

“You know what they say~ all’s fair in love and war!”

They stopped driving.

“Love?! Please, Airi’s so short I’d have to break my back in order to kiss her—“

“I’d rather not need to carry around mouthwash for this guy, thanks—“

“How am I supposed to play basketball if my ribs are crushed?!”

“Please, as if I’d ever like a REDHEAD—“

“You were dating Cater, for God’s sake, weren’t you?! What does he have? RED HAIR—“

“Cater isn’t a guy with a superiority complex—“

“Who said I had any sort of complex whatsoever— oh look, I win,” Ace cut himself off with a nonchalant tone and a smirk.

“YeahbecauseyouCHEATED—“ Airi yelped as she was unceremoniously shoved off the couch, but not before she threw her controller at Ace.

Ace dodged it, and guess who it hit?

A now very red-faced Riddle Rosehearts.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!!”

As Airi scrambled back up and away from a short redhead chasing after her, the others still in the common room grinned at Deuce, who was sweating buckets.

“Pay up, Spade.”

“…crap.”

#twst!au game night #yes phobia and i wrote this one again #this was actually the first one but i lost it so this is the one now AFTER d&d gone wrong #i still find it very funny how nobody mentioned the four eyes thing so technically in future deuce could bring it up #will he?? find out next season /j #deuce spade #deuce spade twst #deuce twst #deuce spade x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge twst #lilia vanrouge x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola twst #ace twst #silver twst #silver x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #trey clover twst #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle twst #riddle rosehearts twst #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #floyd twst #floyd leech twst #mario kart #the second fic is honored as the first

[cattypatties]

Tell Me

Silence

Noun

Complete absence of sound.

Except, that wasn’t true for this situation.

The two rivals did sit in silence, but that only applied for them. As for the rest of the world? No, no it didn’t. The bonfire crackled before them, and nature around them made noise too, the crickets mainly. The small sounds of shifting, and other things, before suddenly it was broken by a loud snore instantly getting the duo’s attention as they snapped their heads to look over to the ex-security guard DJ with an arm around Kate, snoring loudly. Daffy let out a small breath of relief before he heard the fire crackle more and a roasted carrot was brought up in front of his bill a second time that night.

“You sure you don’t want one?”

“No, like I said the first time, Bugsth.”

He said, before falling back into silence.

There was almost a tension in the air, both able to sense it, mainly Daffy who clasped his hands together resting his arms on his knees, hunched towards the fire. His hands shaking a bit, the raven feathered duck staring intently at the fire now. As he swallowed a bit, before his eyes flicked to the rabbit, teal locked with gold.

Bugs really was the perfect guy…funny, charismatic, just a bit cocky, and overall charitable. His golden eyes, like drops of honey, swirling with color and entrapping. He could get lost in them and at this rate? He already was, at least until Bugs cleared his throat awkwardly, Daffy in turn snapping out of it and backing up slightly from when his body had apparently shifted to lean towards Bugs. He looked away feeling his face heat up a bit, before shaking it off. As he turned back to the rabbit who gave him a confused look. The duck finally deciding to break the silence between the two of them

“..Bugsth?”

“..yes?”

“How..?”

He asked quietly, which wasn’t usual for the loud mouth Daffy was known as. Even surprising Bugs, who earlier that night recalled their conversation, noting specifically that..well to put it simply, Daffy had reached out to him and was extremely vulnerable, no hidden intentions, no sarcasm. Just as quiet as he was now. Though they didn’t get anywhere with it because Bugs Bunny, despite everything that he was written as, wasn’t emotional. At least not in the serious way like their rival company. Usually most conflict was solved by dropping an anvil on the other, or a pie to the face, something the audience would laugh at, that Bugs would laugh at, but he knew deep down, that wasn’t what Daffy needed from him.

After all..they were best friends.

So, hesitantly, he replied.

“Eh, what do you mean ‘How’?”

He asked, cringing at how almost dismissive and genuinely confused he sounded. He didn’t bother looking at Daffy when he did reply, after all this was brand new territory for Bugs, he wasn’t meant to be..like this.

He wasn’t meant to be vulnerable.

After a couple minutes he heard a small scoff, presumably from Daffy. The duck seemingly not happy about his response, as if Bugs was just that uncaring and unbothered.

“I mean, the conversation we just had, bucktooth.” He spat, his anger clear in his voice before he calmed down and ran hand through his hair.

Frustrated, Daffy stood up and walked off to a nearby canyon wall, pacing next to it, before leaning against it and crossing his arms, huffing. Bugs got up and followed him, after taking his roasted carrot off the stick he put it on, walking over, carrot in hand as he took a bite from it, leaning next to Daffy, facing him.

“The conversation about..?”

“You should know.”

The duck snapped at him, looking towards him again.

“Warner brothers?”

There was another silence, if only for a few minutes before Daffy grabbed that stupid carrot away from the rabbit and threw it as far as he could into the desert and before Bugs could even make a comment, the toon grabbed him by his arms and shoved him against the canyon wall angrily, as he glared at Bugs. His body was shaking as he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“N-NO! GOD- g-god no! It’s not about them!”

He yelled out, desperately.

His eyes wide now as they looked panicked, hurt, and genuinely taken aback. Causing the bunny to go dead quiet watching him, his whiskers tangled and eyes wide too.

“I-it’s about me! About you!—US.”

He cried out shaking him a bit

“Daff-“

“You don’t get it, do you?! I have been working my whole life to get to the top! I have done everything you did and better!”

The Duck said, voice breaking slightly, unbeknownst to him, the two humans sleeping nearby, waking up to see them, as they watched holding their breath.

“Everything those damn executives have ever asked of me, I’ve done! I played the role of the villain, I played the role of the dumb rival to the great Bugsth Bunny! I did E-EVERYTHING!”

He yelled louder, letting go of Bugs arms and pressing a finger to his chest.

“I know my role! But does the audience care? No! Because you’re the hero, you’re the good guy that everyone cheers for! I’m all bam! Wham! Ka-POW!”

He said smacking himself on the head, as stars flew around it.

“I’d rather work for that rat over at Disney than deal with this!”

He growled, right up in Bugs face.

Bugs backing up further against the wall, watching Daffy and although he was taller he felt a thousand times smaller.

“D-Daff..it’s..”

“Don’t say it isn’t true. Don’t lie to my face rabbit!”

Bugs felt his heart pounding crazily, his breath hitching, watching Daffy yell, it wasn’t like all those times before when they argued and then they did something funny, this was raw anger. This was..reality, it wasn’t an act and of course he knew this, he knew it the moment Daffy snapped. It just,, was a lot to take in.

Daffy upon seeing Bugs expression backed up, quietly as he looked down at his hands which were by his sides in clenched fists.

He frowned, feeling something prick at his eyes, when suddenly, a soft silky hand was put to his shoulder and his eyes flicked up towards the grey bunny.

“Daffy.. I didn’t know you..”

He took a deep breath

“I’m really, truly, sorry.”

The two looked at one another, before Daffy shrugged him off taking a few steps back.

“I’m not coming back to that studio, and I am not dealing with this, I’m gonna get that blue monkey diamond for myself…”

He looked away from Bugs

“See ya around Bugsth.”

He murmured, starting to walk off, before in one swift motion Bugs grabbed his wrist, stopping Daffy.

“Daffy.”

The duck turned to look at him and the moment he did, regret filled him because the rabbit was tearing up slightly, and of course it could’ve been an act, they were actors, but it just felt different. He watched Bugs, holding his breath, the Rabbit sniffling slightly.

“Tell me you didn’t have at least one good memory.”

He said looking to him, which in turn made the Duck look away, before Bugs got closer.

“Daffy.”

He repeated, his voice wavering as the Duck turned back again, Bugs only a few inches away. Daffy swallowed, his face heating up a bit.

The two just a few inches apart, staring. Kate and Dj looking at them, as they watched Bugs get closer

“Tell me.”

He repeated once again, his voice breaking slightly.

Daffy looking to him and sighing

“Yeah..I did have one.”

He answered softly, glancing down. Eventually moving to take Bugs’ hand in his as he rubs a thumb over his knuckles blushing more, thankful his feathers were so dark that Bugs couldn’t see. Another hand being placed over his from the grey bunny as the toon glanced up at him, as he looked to their hands again as Bugs’ hand just covered Daffy’s hand.

“…the first time we met. I swear..”

He chuckled softly smiling a tiny bit

“You were brand new and shy. Like incredibly shy and when we shook hands you were shaking from nerves, I had never seen someone so nervous and you even admitted to me..that I was..your hero…me, Daffy Duck..your hero. I was amazed, and flattered.. and it was nice for the time it lasted.”

Bugs listened, and watched Daffy’s body language, the duck having never been this genuine about something. He supposed he forgot after seeing Daffy play his role for so long, that he..wasn’t that type of guy, but because everyone thought he was, he continued playing that role. Daffy had put on a mask..and Bugs finally got to see it come off, he got to see him smile..

Daffy rarely smiled happily.

That smile..was beautiful, it lit up the world in that one moment. It even made Bugs smile a tiny bit too, even despite their situation, however, as soon as it appeared, it was gone. The duck frowning now, the two friends quiet.

Bugs felt terrible, a wave of guilt washing over him, as he considered Daffy’s words, he recalled his movements and his tone, and when he finally realized Daffy was probably going to leave, he didn’t know if he should even bother stopping him, because it was obvious that Bugs Bunny had failed Daffy Duck as a friend. He failed terribly hard and honestly? No amount of apologies could fix this.

But he wanted to so badly.

Because despite everything there was a reason Bugs kept chasing after Daffy when he did anything, there was a reason he always was willing to help him. There was a reason now why Bugs had grabbed him, and was trying to stop him.

There was a reason, He had such a soft spot for Daffy.

Bugs swallowed, as he snapped out of it and locked eyes with the toon. He stepped closer, as close as he could and pulled Daffy into a hug.

The raven feathered bird freezing up in his arms, his arms in turn raising up in surprise as his breath hitched. The duck, not moving.

“B-Bugsth?”

“..I-I’m sorry.”

He said, holding back his tears as he hugged Daffy’s thin frame tighter.

The Duck tensed up, before eventually hugging back as he closed his eyes, tearing up too. The two hugged each other tightly and stayed like that for the rest of the night, unmoving.

#bugs x daffy #bugs and daffy #daffyduck bugsbunny looneytunes #baffy #my writing #my fic #bugs bunny #daffy duck

[hinatas-sunshine]

Taking Care Of The Team Baby ☼

Synopsis: You and your boyfriend often find yourself taking care of one of his teamates

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Usually my posts like this don’t do so well but it’s been floating around my head so I’m writing it! Enjoy regardless and my requests are open! Much love ❤️ THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SO IM FINISHING IT (old)

Suga:

• Okay everyone was scared of you two

• not in a very bad way, but you two definitely had some different type of power

• You two treated all first years like your babies though

• When Daichi was being specifically a little scary it would lead to you yelling at him making him back down

“I didn’t mean to make Hinata more nervous!”

“You know how scary your face is Daichi!”

“Honey, he can’t control that!”

• You huffed and walked towards Hinata who was trembling and smacked his back making him yelp at look at you

“You got this Sho! Remember how badass you are!”

“Yeah!”

“Are you going to whoop the great kings butt?!”

“Yeah!!”

• You two were bouncing while Suga shook his head, he was definitely glad you were able to turn his nerves into excitement.

• Suga walked over to you with a smile placing a kiss on your forehead hugging you

“You’re a goddess I’m not sure what I’d do without you.”

“Make Hinata panic.”

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

• Post game tiredness hits like a train so when Hinata, Tanaka, and Noya all knocked out on their plates while you and Kiyoko served them food

• You saw Kageyama’s head getting heavier for him before you slid the messy place from under him and places some rice under making a soft ricey cushion for him

Suga: Uhhh y/n...

Y/n: I didn’t want his face to get too messy so rice was a nice little pillow and less messy

• Everyone raised their eyebrows at you while you shrugged and helped Kiyoko pick everything up

• Suga laughed and shrugged before you walked behind him and wrapped your arms around him

Y/n: They’re you and Daichi’s kids

Suga: They are not!

Daichi: :(

Y/n: Look! Now you made Daichi sad!

Both: Did not!

• You rolled your eyes at both the boys and took their plates placing a kiss on Suga’s forehead

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

• You’re not sure how you and Suga ended up taking care of Hinata when he got nervous but you did

• You sat outside of the boys bathroom while Suga tried to calm him down

Suga: it’s okay, no one expects you to win this alone.

• Standing up you noticed them walking out of the bathroom and Hinata looking down still a little shaken

Y/n: He’s right, plus you and Kageyama have both learned a lot since you two got here!

• Hinata nodded eagerly at you

Hinata: I’ll win and make you proud y/n senpai!

• With that he ran off while you laughed lightly, Suga looked at you and raised an eyebrow

Suga: Shorty better watch himself, I’m getting kind of jealous.

Y/n: Yeah right, and Daichi’s not dead

Suga: y/n you know he gets upset when we talk about it...

Kuroo:

• The week started with Kenma skipping practice a lot

• When you saw the setter walking around with a switch in his hands you automatically knew the reason why

• Now you and your boyfriend were standing with your hands on your hips, and tapping your foot, while Kuroo crossed his arms.

• The boy didn’t even look at you two

“Kenma, Honey, you haven’t been at practice?”

• He didn’t look up still

“Yeah, been busy.”

• You looked at your boyfriend who sighed and took the game away, while Kenma hissed at him

• DHWJCIWJF YOU CANT SAY HE DOESNT LOWKEY HISS IM CACKLING

• You narrowed your eyes at Kenma

“Have you eaten? Here. Eat my bento I packed.”

• The boy softly took the bento and began to eat before leaving some saying he’s full and returning it to you.

• You nodded, taking his small appetite into account, while tell your boyfriend to give him his game back

• He eyed you before holding it back

“Are you going to practice?”

“...Sure....”

“Kenma.”

“Yes!”

• You smacked your boyfriend who let a oof out and you handed Kenma his game back, as he smiled at you sweetly before walking away

“One of us has to be the bad cop y/n.”

“You’re a terrible bad cop most of the time?!”

• He threw his arm around you and continued to walk with you to class

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

• During practice you were helping Lev with his receives

“Okay Lev! One more ball and you can take a break!”

• He nodded and gave you a thumbs up

• You smiled and hit the ball across the net, and Lev received it - horribly...

“Uh oh...”

• You look to the side to see Kenma’s switch on the floor and his face slightly red from impact

• or anger

“Kenma I’m so sorry!”

• Kenma was about to explode on Lev but you rushed up to him

“Are you hurt? Are you okay? What hurts honey? Here’s your switch let’s go get you some ice-“

“How does it feel Kuroo? Y/n doesn’t treat you like that.”

“What? Yes she does!.... y/n! :(“

• You giggled while icing Kenma’s angry self to which Kuroo scolded Lev about his receives

“I’m fine y/n.”

• You sighed and patted his head before walking over to Lev who automatically hid behind Kuroo

“Lev I’m not here to scold you, just try to be more careful. Remember what Yaku taught you about receives don’t hit the ball-“

• As you went on scolding Lev, Kuroo smiled. Seeing you be so kind and patient with the boys made him so happy.

“Kuroo if you keep staring at me I’ll punch you.”

“What? I can’t look at my own girlfriend?”

“No.”

• No one knows who the real captain is sometimes ✨

Akaashi:

• You and Akaashi were both younger than Bokuto, yet somehow he was still the baby of the team

Y/n: Bokuto if you don’t sit down I’ll steal Akaashi away from your extra practice

Akaashi: Please...please don’t sit down

• He sat down 🤠

Bokuto: NOW YOU HAVE TO SET TO ME!!

• To say the least Akaashi dipped after practice was over and when he realized you had stayed behind-

“Bo it’s okay, I can set to you! I was one of the best setters when I played!”

• Bokutos eyes lit up while you realized you won and Akaashi had to stay behind

“One more y/n!”

“Got it!”

• This has been going on for what felt like hours, and all Akaashi wanted to do was go home and spend time with his girlfriend

“One mor-“

“No! Bokuto San you have to go home!”

• Bokuto pouted and threw his head back in sadness only for you to laugh and run over to Akaashi and throw your head on his chest

“I’m tired.”

“That makes sense, you played for... 2 hours? With Bokuto-San.”

• Yet leaving practice didn’t mean being free from bokuto

“I’ll leave on one condition!”

• Akaashi raised an eyebrow while you laughed at how much you knew your boyfriend wanted alone time

“You buy my lunch for a week”

“Bokuto-san, you eat like it’s your last time and only for use to be alone for a day?”

• Bokuto pondered for a little while until you started speaking

“Bo I always buy you lunch? You always forget your money.”

“I can’t starve! If I die without eating until I’m full I’ll end up dead and starving!”

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

• Okay, It’s not like you two could leave bokuto alone especially with Kuroo

“Y/n-Chan~”

“WHY IS BOKUTO TAPED TO THE WALL?!”

• Kuroo smiled at you sheepishly while Akaashi stared up at Bokuto who seemed pretty calm (surprisingly)

• Kuroo tortured Bo by slowly peeling off the tape making Bokuto yell

“Leave it to Kuroo to ruin Bokuto’s calmness”

• Kuroo laughed at your comment

“It’s what he gets for sabotaging his best friend’s alone time with his girlfriend”

“I DO NOT!”

“Leave him”

• Akaashi placed tape over Bokuto’s mouth while the owl like boy squirmed around with muffled yelling

 • Kuroo shrugged and smirked

“maybe I’ll become the new Ace!”

• You sighed at Bokuto’s raised ,idled screaming before you let him down and Bokuto fell to his knee’s

“I promise I’ll give you guys alone time! Please just let me keep being The Ace!”

“Bokuto-San no one is taking-“

“Deal!”

• Kuroo smirked at you cutting off your boyfriend while your boyfriend raised an eyebrow at Bokuto who was relieved

“YEAH! IN YOUR FACE BRO! TRY TAKING MY SPOT NOW!”

• Needless to say Bokuto gave you guys your space! For three days

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